#The lines match the music because I f-wording said so

[incorrectvtuberquotes]

(the scene - everyone's on a Broadway stage)

Tatsunokos: We supported her!

Calli: Me? I oshi'd her!

Towa, Watame, and Luna: Us? We fought with her

Kanata: Me? I loved her

Yagoo: And me? I'm the damn fool who hired her!

Coco: I will entertain each and every one, so just you stay, just you wait...

Yagoo: What's your name, girl?

Everyone: Kiryu Coco, motherfuckers!

[sacredsorceress]

Spell on You / Logan Howlett

pairing: bestfriend!logan x f!witch!reader summary: when logan finds out another man bought you a drink at a halloween party, your relationship changes word count: 2.2k a/n: scott is an ass because i just know movie!cyclops would love to mess with logan's love life ('97 scott stays too busy for this). this is a bit rushed but i hope you enjoy!! warnings: reader wears a dress and thigh highs (slay), alcohol consumption, mention of smoke, jealousy, fluff, classic bff to lovers trope

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The bum. bum. bum. of the music echoed throughout the establishment, vibrating against its walls and floorboards. The sea of bar-crawlers intent on having the worst of hangovers in the morning were shoulder to shoulder, bumping against Logan as he made his way through the crowd to you.

The room reeked of smoke of various kinds and if it hadn't been for the overworking of the fans above, Logan was sure he would've gotten high secondhand. But it was Halloween night- certain factors were out of his control.

Though, like a lighthouse in the night, Logan heard your voice beckoning him over to the bar.

"Boooooooo!" You shouted, glass in your hand. "You were supposed to dress up!"

Logan smirked at your complaint, leaning against the bar.

"Yeah?" He asked. "'Cause you're so original?"

Logan's eyes trailed from your thigh high boots to your dress to finally, a witch's hat. Being a witch yourself, the irony was unavoidable.

"Very creative, sweetheart."

You felt a heart skip a beat at your best friend's pet name.

In shock of many, you and Logan had become fast friends. The man who had always managed to have a perpetually grumpy demeanor about him had paired perfectly with you. You were able to brush off Logan's jokes, matching them with your own in a way that had escalated so far as to make your fellow X-Men wonder if the two of you had begun to speak your own language.

"At least it's a costume, Logan." You argued. "What are you meant to be?"

"-Oh I've got this one."

Scott.

Any inclination of joy written on Logan's face was quickly erased.

"A dick?" Scott said, slinging his arm around your shoulder. "I've gotta say Logan, you've nailed it."

Logan rolled his eyes, inching closer to the two of you as a couple nudged against him to order at the bar. Noting the drink in your hand, Logan shifted the conversation.

"I thought I told you I was buying tonight?"

Your eyes lowered from Logan's to the drink in your hand. You traced the rim of the glass as you shrugged.

"Oh this-“

Scott interrupted:

"Guy over there bought it for her." Scott said, a shit-eating grin on his face as he pointed to the opposite end of the establishment. "Told her he'd be back later 'to get to know her better'."

You felt yourself grow warm under Logan's gaze, refusing to meet his eyes.

Lately yours and Logan's relationship had become more complicated, blurring the lines between friendship and something more. Pet names like sweetheart and princess flowed out of his mouth without a second thought. You had stopped going on dates with new men- something about it feeling wrong when you and Logan had... whatever you had. He was your best friend, that you were sure of. But, with Logan's eyes burning a hole through you, you wondered if he still felt that way.

You had been hoping to keep the drink a secret and avoid speaking to the man later in the night, but you should've known that Scott and Logan's rivalry would make any chance of that impossible.

Logan's eyes trailed from you to the man Scott was pointing to across the room. He looked about your age, dressed with a cloak around his shoulders and a pair of cheap plastic teeth slipping from his mouth as he laughed with his friends.

Logan scowled, raising his eyebrow at you.

"You into... that?"

You shrugged, hiding your eyes beneath the rim of your hat.

"It's just a drink, Logan." You said. "He probably forgot about me anyway."

Holding his gaze, Logan slowly nodded, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"You want your usual?"

You furrowed your eyebrows.

"What are you talking about, Lo?" You asked. "I have a drink."

Logan shook his head, tapping his fingers against the bar to get the bartender's attention.

"I'm not gonna sit here and watch you have some other guy's drink." Logan said firmly. "Now, what are you having? 'Cause you either tell me, or I'm ordering for you."

You felt a burning sensation in your chest as your pulse quickened.

You were used to Logan's stubbornness and protective regard for those he cared about, but you had never seen him so firm with you before. You were someone who could handle yourself and as much as he worried about you, he had never claimed you in such a way as he did now.

If you hadn't known better, you would have thought he was jealous.

"My usual."

You watched as he leaned over the bar, ordering the both of your drinks from the bartender.

The lighting in the bar was dim. Most of the things that you could make out were highlighted by an array of multicolored LED lights that had been flickering throughout the room.

The light above Logan's head flicked from green to purple, showcasing the sheen of sweat that had begun running down his temple from the capacity of the party. His sleeves were rolled to his elbow, the veins in his arms protruding as he leaned against the counter top.

Sometimes you wondered what it felt like- to be one of the women who had the opportunity to touch Logan. You had had passing touches here and there but you wondered if you could feel the weight of his adamantium bones in your hand- whether his skin remained rough despite his regenerative abilities.

The thoughts were cruel. He was your friend.

But then again, were you really his?

Logan handed you your drink, leaning the small of his back against the counter. Gingerly taking the glass from his hands, your fingertips graced his skin.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, feeling the vibrations of the DJ's music against your feet. You listened to indistinguishable chatter rattle throughout the building.

"He said he liked the 'juxtaposition of my face to the costume'." You said, referring to the man who bought you a drink. "I'm not even sure that he used the word right."

A smirk rose onto Logan's face.

"What a dick." Logan scoffed, nursing his whiskey.

You laughed along with him, nudging your elbow into his side.

"He is, isn't he?" You joked. "I bet he's super pretentious."

Logan glanced down at you, noticing the small smile that graced your lips as you met his eyes.

God, he felt silly. He was over two hundred years old and yet, he found himself with a crush on a woman and unable to tell her. With anyone else, he would have made a move the second he saw them. But you were his friend- his closest friend.

You had a relationship that meant more to him than anything in his life. Did he want you? Yes, but he wasn't going to be the one to admit it and scare you off. It had to be you.

So Logan put out his feelers and afforded himself plausible deniability- calling you sweetheart, buying you drinks... sitting by your side after a mission went sideways. However, there was something about the two of you sharing a life in the mansion that made him forget that other men could see you the way that he did.

Seeing the multicolored lights illuminate your skin and the way your eyelashes batted as you smiled up at him, Logan was reminded that he didn't have forever.

"Not your thing?" He asked.

Logan asked it casually. He was still leaned over the bar, but his body had turned to encase yours- one arm snaking itself around your back while the other held the whiskey glass.

The space between you grew hot and you could feel his warm breath against your face. The scent of the cologne that you had gotten him for his birthday drifted up your nose as he hovered closer.

Sometimes you felt that Logan was off living a dozen lifetimes in his head despite standing directly in front of you, but here... now... his focus was entirely on you and you knew he was waiting on your answer with bated breath.

You don't know whether it was the liquor or the realisation that the wolverine had placed you at the center of his universe, but you gained a confidence you had lacked in the weeks since your relationship shifted.

Glancing at his empty glass, you flicked your hand, filling it up.

"No," You sighed as your eyes trailed up his body. "I like them a bit... rougher around the edges."

This, Logan decided, was your sign. You were pushing the boundaries just as he had done, seeing if he'd take the bait.

Logan's eyes narrowed as he leaned in further. The music in the bar was getting increasingly louder as the night went on and Logan's lips were now inches from your ear, sending goosebumps down your neck.

"That right?" Logan asked.

"Mhm."

Logan could hear your heart pounding in your chest and felt peace in knowing that his was doing the same. This wasn't the same as his other ventures- he wouldn't wake up in the morning to find an empty space in his mattress where you had been the night before. What you two had would be permanent, he told himself; a fixture in an otherwise chaotic life like his.

In the life of a man with regeneration, he rarely worried about what happened next. But with his lips grazing the skin of the woman he loved most, Logan could feel a drop of whiskey hit his skin- fallen from the glass that sat in his shaking hand.

Then, he felt your hands push gently against his chest. And his world came crashing down.

Your eyes meeting his, you shook your head.

"I love you, Logan."

For anyone else, this would've been confirmation. But Logan had heard these words from you a hundred times. You loved him... platonically. He felt the wind knocked out of him at what he thought was resignation.

Pulling away, Logan nodded.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

Hearing him say it in the same voice he always did- the dismissive tone meant to mask any indication of care- you gripped his shirt, forcing him to look at you.

"No." You said firmly. "I love you. I'm saying this can't be a one night thing, Logan. I love you."

Logan saw the desperation in your eyes and couldn't hold back. He slammed his drink against the bar and held your face in his hands.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

His thumbs brushed against your cheeks, thinking that as silly as it was, what he had been waiting for was finally happening. No matter the amount of times he had touched you, this time was different. As strong as you were, he was afraid to ruin the precious object he was holding in his hands- you and your future.

Logan swore your cheeks were softer and the scent of your perfume had wrapped himself around your finger.

"Say it back, Lo."

The sound of his name rolling off your tongue was enough confirmation he needed. Pulling your face to his, Logan's lips crashed against yours.

Your fingers never left his shirt, pulling him closer to you as you hummed into the kiss. Logan's hands moved to lay against your waist. The noise of the bar fell away as Logan focused on your breathing and the skip of your heartbeat as he squeezed you tighter.

When he heard the familiar, hypnotic hum of your magic, he pulled away only slightly.

In the heat of your kiss, a forcefield had formed around the two of you. When you noticed the golden shimmer of your magic, you pulled your hands way from Logan, bringing the forcefield down with it.

"Sorry."

Logan smirked.

"Don't gotta be worried," He said, running his thumb against your cheek. "You're safe with me."

Logan wasn't sure if he'd be able to always keep you safe in the hectic life that you two shared, but he would be damned if he wouldn't die trying. You two fit together like pieces of a puzzle and although he wasn't sure how it would work, if one thing was for sure- you weren't losing him.

"I love you too."

Holding you in his hands, the knowledge finally settling in that you were his, this dingey bar was the last place he wanted to be.

And it was as if you read his mind.

"Can we get out of here?"

Glancing around the room, Logan noticed two things: one being that half the eyes in the room were on you since your accidental forcefield, and the other, Scott barreling over through a crowd of college girls towards you. These two things paired with the fact that the woman of his dreams was standing beside him, Logan was more than ready to, kindly, get the fuck out of there.

Logan wrapped his arm around your shoulder and guided you out of the bar.

"That's my girl."

author's note: thank you for reading! just a short lil oneshot for spooky season

[stxrvel]

absence (1)

series summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life? pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader... or not? content. first of all, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! curse words, fangirling a lot and some self-deprecation. no proofread. this is just silly writing, we're on the safe zone for now. a/n. hi guys! i was gonna wait a little bit but i'm really excited about this one so you're gonna have earlier! thank u all for the support and i really hope you enjoy this 🫶🏻

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You met them all at school. Each with their own ambitions, their different dreams, but so similar in the nature of their core. It was almost funny how everyone with their dissimilar personalities fit so strangely well into one school group. There were times when you could still remember how you used to tell them that all together they could rule the world.

Maybe that's why you didn't see them years ago.

Jeon Jungkook was an idol. There wasn't an hour in the day or a screen in the city where you weren't watching him. He was so popular around the world that you suspected that not even one person didn't know him. His voice was on every radio station, on every cell phone of the people you passed on the street and on the buses, his face on the TV sets with the last interview he had done, as if it were a national achievement. You even saw him in restaurants, chefs naming dishes after him, production companies releasing collaborations with his company. There wasn't an object in that city that didn't have Jungkook's face on its forehead. It was impossible to escape him.

He was closely followed by Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, two of the most promising models of the last decade, a national pride hand in hand with Jungkook. You didn't see them as often as Jungkook, but they still swept the international public and there was hardly anyone who didn't talk about them. Invited to catwalks in Paris, choosing their contracts and collaborations, wearing the most expensive clothes that you wouldn't even think of buying, wearing beautiful matching jewelry, expensive enough that a single outfit from each of them could buy you five houses in the small town they all came from. Taehyung and Jimin were known as the Siamese twins of modeling. Wherever one went, the other always had to be. Their exclusivity was incomparable.

In levels of recognition, Min Yoongi followed them in line. A great rapper who was well received by the general populace. Yoongi had managed to captivate a large audience thanks to his incredible command of the production of his music and his ease and gift for writing his own lyrics. His growth was gradual, but when he touched the sky he never went down again. His popularity was not low even though his presentation to the public was not that high compared to the other three. Still, Yoongi had enough charisma and talent to stand out, especially when his fans were obsessed with highlighting the duality he had when he was on stage and when he did those seventy question interviews with Vogue or whatever… that had made him one of the best rappers of his generation and probably of the last century.

Kim Namjoon was the owner of the company that made Jungkook's debut and welcomed Yoongi with total creative freedom. If he were not solely focused on music, he would surely also be Taehyung and Jimin's agent. Namjoon had inherited a company from his parents, but the success he had turned it into over the past few years, into one of the most profitable businesses in the country, was entirely to his credit and effort. His popularity was also high, because everyone said he was too handsome to be a mere businessman; not knowing, of course, that everything involved in maintaining such a business required much more than a pretty face. Of Namjoon the public didn't know too much, not probably like the other guys and you, if he was still half the person he was before.

Hand in hand with Namjoon were Jung Hoseok and Kim Seokjin. Hoseok was and still is to this day a national pride as he passionately played tennis since school and turned professional, reaching to participate in major international tournaments representing his country and winning one of them. However, two years after that great feat, an accident involving one of his hands prevented him from continuing to play. No one knows exactly what happened during the more than a year and a half that he almost completely disappeared from the public eye, but when he returned with his huge smile he announced that he would dedicate himself to dance, opening his own academy throughout the center of the city. Although he was not a recurrent teacher, his academy was one of the best in the country, and of course, it was financed by Namjoon's company. At one time Hoseok became Namjoon's associate.

Seokjin, on the other hand, was the one who kept the lowest profile. He was a great doctor, cardiovascular if you were not mistaken. In addition to being an amazing surgeon, his research projects were the ones everyone looked forward to the most at the end of each year. You didn't know much about the subject, but he was almost like the guru of medicine in his field specifically. The only reason he was so much in the public eye being a doctor was because he was regularly seen in the company of Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi. The four of them made up the holy grail of dilfs.

They had all had incredibly successful careers and you were glad that they had been able to accomplish everything they once talked about on the rooftop of Namjoon's house, with sneaky steps so their parents wouldn't scold them when they sneaked out in the wee hours of the morning.

You didn't know exactly what it was - or you didn't want to acknowledge it - that succumbed inside you every time you saw or heard about any of them on the news or on social media. Because yeah, no matter how low media exposure any of them had, always the faces of all seven appeared on your TikTok every week.

It was amazing how they had all moved on and you… well, you-

“Weren't you supossed to leave?”

You lifted your head from your phone, trying to hide it with trembling hands as you let Taehyung's face next to Jungkook's plunge into the darkness of your apron pocket.

“Huh?”

You tried to look distracted, returning your gaze between your boss and the notes next to the cash register. She had a soft gaze, between amused and sisterly. Her brown eyes shifted from your eyes and hot cheeks to the notes you held upside down in your hands, pretending to work as if she herself hadn't seen you completely frozen and gawking at the pair of the country's great casanovas.

“I thought you were leaving earlier today,” your boss shifted, settling her trench coat and long brown strap bag over her shoulder. At that moment she was leaving to walk around to each of the locations she had in town, just to do follow-ups. “Don't tell me you forgot.”

You followed her index finger until it landed on the red circle you had drawn on the calendar placed in your little cubicle a couple of weeks ago, with hearts surrounding it and exclamation points. Yes you remembered, of course you remembered, but at the point where you were at the time no one was going to miss you if you didn't attend.

“I didn't forget…” your voice trailed off as you looked down, your fingers finding the tips of the pages more entertaining than your boss's worried expression.

“y/n, you asked me to leave earlier this day from four months ago,” her high-pitched voice echoed in your head, reminding you how excited you had been a while ago for this day to come. “You can't just give up like that. Come on. You still have time.”

You began to shake your head, releasing your grip on the woman who was looking at you with the same worried eyes of a mother. Your boss had been one of the most encouraging people you'd ever had in your life, besides the handful of friends you had stored in your phone's contacts.

“It was a bust last time. I don't plan on going through that again.”

“But hadn't you told me afterwards that you weren't going to let that stop you? You said… what was it? I can't drown in this glass of water.”

You grudgingly resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Really you of four months ago was a deluded fool.

“I had no idea about life at the time.”

Your boss clicked her tongue, dropping her hands on your shoulders, giving little squeezes whose familiarity stole your breath.

“I'll leave Patrick waiting for you in case you change your mind.”

You shook your head, evading the memories. The man outside the store shook his head in greeting as the two of you turned to look at him, as if he knew you were talking about him.

“Don't miss this opportunity because you're afraid. It may change your life.”

You watched her leave, the clacking of her low heels drawing the attention of everyone in the store, earning every possible stare as she did every time she entered any room. Her chauffeur, Patrick, greeted her with a similar nod of his head as before and stood leaning against the black car parked right where he could get a perfect view of your nervous face.

You, unlike the great and successful lives of your high school friends whose company you still used to miss like a fool, had not had such a great and successful life.

You were a writer. Well, an attempted writer and, worse, part-time. The other part-time was this job behind the cash register at the largest pastry chain in the country. Or sometimes as a waitress, it depended on the day. There was good pay, mind you, at least it allowed you to make up for the losses you took every time you tried to sell a book and then had to market it on your own, only to have five purchases once every seven months and three of them were from your parents and brother. The other two were from your friends.

Four months ago you had been invited to a sort of convention for readers, how they had found you and why? You had no idea, but the idea of being considered in that way drove you crazy at the time. You were so excited that you had more copies of your failed books printed and prepared your booth several days in advance to present them to the horde of people who, you were sure at the time, would come to meet you.

Only one person came by to ask you about the bathroom.

You never recovered from that.

Even with all that failure, that same day you were invited to another convention and, for a while, you were excited to attend. Everyone goes through those kinds of bumps at some point in their life, right? You have to work hard to earn that kind of fame, you kept telling yourself. But as time went on and your networks didn't grow and your videos didn't get more than ten views, or fifty views at most in a week, you began to lose that spark of excitement you held for your dream. Your parents had never turned your back on what you wanted to do, but it was too demotivating and discouraging to have spent so many years at it, so many headaches and tears invested for you to just keep losing and losing money.

That was why you were sure you wouldn't go to that convention if you had to go through that mockery again. You hadn't even bothered to go and fix your booth so surely they already knew you weren't going.

“Have you seen them yet??????”

The female voice coming from the wine cellar made you jump up on your chair.

“Jesus, Yuna, you almost killed me here.”

“I don't care! We could die right now for all we care!”

“Wow, speak for yourself.”

“Haven't you seen theeeem?”

Yuna held up her phone, the screen at full brightness blinding you for a moment. The blurry dots you saw from the proximity of the device told you nothing, as your friend jumped excitedly beside you.

“God, hold still.”

Grabbing her wrist, you leveled the phone to see her TikTok and a picture of three men.

Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook coming out of a building. From Namjoon's building.

“They look amazing, don't they? They just came out! That means their car will pass in front of us any minute!”

Yes, Namjoon's building was just a few blocks away from your boss's place. In fact, your boss knew him and many times they would prepare large orders for parties at his company. You had never seen him set foot in this place or any other in the country, but every time he went to celebrate something he had to dial your boss's personal number and you would work until your backs burned because everything had to be perfect for the big businessman.

“Are you going out to greet them or what?” you frowned, letting go of her wrist and returning your gaze to the notebook next to the cash register.

Yuna let out an excited exclamation.

“Ohhhh~, should I? Should I?”

You grabbed her by the collar of her uniform as she tried to pass behind you.

“We're still on business hours.”

“I'm sure Sol wouldn't mind,” her almost heart pupil eyes stared down the street, her hands moving in front of her like she was a zombie. She almost seemed possessed by her fanaticism. Though of course you didn't blame her, if you didn't know any of the seven knights of the underworld you would surely be as excited as she was.

“Don't put words in her mouth. You'd better tell me if the lady's batch of cakes is out yet-”

Commotion erupted throughout the room. You almost saw in slow motion how all the people in the premises got up and running in the direction of the glass doors when you heard the screams coming from far away.

“They're comiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!”

Sometimes you wondered how they dealt with this level of fanaticism.

The ground almost shook with the amount of people running after a black car, where the three men who were causing such a furor so early that day were most likely to be, and the commotion was not tiny inside the venue where the screams erupted.

Having to deal with that on a daily basis would easily turn someone into a hater. Not that you were one... strictly...

“God, for a moment we breathed the same air,” Yuna plopped down on the table, her body doubled over with her eyes lost. You resisted the urge to smack her forehead.

“Their car windows were up.”

“So you saw them, right?????”

“Argh.”

You had to drag her back to work as the excitement in the store dissipated. You attended to another batch of consumers while Yuna fixed the display case and, in a moment of lapse you could almost tell, her back suddenly straightened and she turned to look at you with her eyes a little too wide. You passed the change to the man in front of you, who barely sent you a confused glance before continuing to claim his order at the other corner of the store.

“What's wrong with you?”

“You shouldn't be here.”

“Don't say that with that face. You look creepy,” you pulled out the bill to tuck it under the cash register as Yuna approached, leaving the frightened face behind.

“Wasn't that convention today?”

You sighed. “Yes.”

“Then why aren't you there?”

“Do I look like I want to be there?”

“Y/n! It's a great opportunity. You should-”

“A great opportunity for what, to be a laughingstock again?”

Yuna pursed her lips, looking almost pained that you would remember in that way the experience that was supposed to change your life. She had been one of the ones who had accompanied you to set up the booth and she was sure she had never seen you smile so much during all the time the two of you had known each other. Yuna was aware of how over time you seemed to have lost interest in this new convention, but she didn't think you would finally decide not to go.

On the sly, she had prepared your booth with the help of your mother and Sol, your boss.

“You were never a laughingstock! Don't say that,” Yuna patted your forearm harder than necessary. “Besides, I recently logged some purchases on the site! How do you-?”

“I know it was you and mom,” you raised your voice to interrupt her, stepping archly away from her body.

“What the… Of course not, ha, ha!”

“You're the only fools who would write down celebrity names to register purchases. Besides, the addresses don't even exist.”

“Fuck, I told her that wouldn't work.”

Under your heavy gaze, Yuna had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Okay, I'm sorry! We wanted to motivate you to go to the convention.”

“Can't you just let me do my own thing? If I don't want to go, I won't go.”

“Even if you leave Patrick waiting there?”

You followed his gaze, watching the man pull an umbrella out of the trunk of the car as the slightest breeze brushed against his body and the water droplets were smaller than a dew that the two of you had to squint to see them on the glass of the entrance.

“Whatever it is, I'm not going.”

“y/n…” Yuna pleaded, coming closer with her puppy dog eyes.

“No.”

“y/n, please…”

“No and stop doing that. You look weird.”

“I don't,” Yuna pulled away to frown at you. “I once heard you agreed with Seoyeon about my puppy face being cute.”

“I never agreed with that!”

“Seojun told me so!”

“Your first mistake is believing Seojun.”

“Do you blame me if the reason is your demonstration of love for me?”

“That was your second mistake.”

“Y/n!”

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That day you arrived home a little later than usual. Since Patrick had been waiting for you all day in the sun and mini rain and refused to let you take a cab on direct instructions from Sol, you asked him to take a ride downtown so you could buy the teokkboki your mom loved and incidentally bought some for him, even though he didn't want to accept it at first.

“y/n, dear, how did it go?”

Your parents were in the living room when you arrived playing Go. Your father left the table when he saw you carrying the bag of food and came over to take it from you.

“What does our little writer bring here, a contract by any chance?”

You watched out of the corner of your eye as your mother tried to get your father's attention by wildly waving her fan, while the man rummaged through the bag to find something warm and delicious smelling.

“Oh, it's teokkboki.”

Your mother stopped waving her arm to stare at the bag with sparkling eyes.

“The ones from the center? From Mrs. Wang?”

You nodded in her direction, taking a seat in their midst on the floor. Your parents started a pitched battle to see who would break the bag first to try the first batch of teokkboki and you could only watch them with a smile on your face. The day may have been difficult, but being home at the end of the day always made you feel so much better.

Amidst laughter and anecdotes, trying to avoid the elephant in the room because you knew your mother's furtive glances weren't for nothing, the three of you ate teokkboki until you were bursting at the seams. You organized the kitchen with your father while your mother grumbled from the living room whatever he said about her. You watched the three of you favorite soap opera on the fixed schedule and finally got ready for bed.

With your body more relaxed and lighter, you let yourself sink into the softness of the sheets, completely ignoring the messages Yuna had sent earlier and the stupid questions your brother asked at the most inopportune moments.

How do I unclog a bath?

Do I add salt to the rice???

Where do I get the kimchi mom makes?????

His independence was probably one of the worst things that could happen. You being the older sister thought you would leave home first. Even according to your twelve year old diary, you should have been married by then or at least planning your amazing, mega giant wedding, complete with helicopters and puppy dogs carrying drinks through the reception. You didn't know what kind of crazy dreams you had when you were younger, but up to that point you hadn't been able to fulfill any of your inner child's desires except to study for a career you were passionate about.

Still, what good had that done in the end? Maybe you should've listened to your grandparents to study medicine. Maybe your parents should've been a little more conservative instead of libertarian, which your grandparents always complained about when they had the chance. If you were a disgrace to anyone in the family, it was to them.

Ah, what a long day.

You didn't know at what point you fell asleep, but the incessant sound of your phone vibrating next to your pillow woke you up. With a grunt, you moved your hands to put the device in front of one of your half-open eyes to find Yuna on caller ID. Your eyes moved upward.

It was one in the morning!

“What the fuck are you doing calling at this hour? It better be an emergency because-”

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING THAT YOU DON'T CHECK YOUR MESSAGES?”

“WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? IT'S ONE IN THE MORNING! WHY WOULD I BE DOING ANYTHING ELSE BUT SLEEPING?”

“I'VE BEEN TEXTING YOU FOR A WHILE NOW, Y/N!”

“YUNA HOW CAN I NOT FUCKING SLEEP-?”

“Well, whatever!”

You let out an exasperated snort, giving her time to say what she had to say.

“You're going to fall on your ass.”

“I'm lying down.”

“Your books have sold a thousand copies in the last hour!”

Silence. Absorbing silence…

“Yuna, if you really woke me up to play a fucking prank on me I'm going all the way to your house to pull out every single one of your hairs with a fucking tweezer.”

“First of all, gross. Second of all, I'm not kidding! Get on your fucking Instagram! What's worse is that's not the most shocking news. Well… depends on how you look at it.”

“Yuna, I don't think I'm following you.”

“Fucking Kim Taehyung was at the reader convention and he took a picture of your books and UPLOADED IT TO HIS INSTAGRAM STORIES!!!!! AN HOUR AGO! The damn shopping notifications woke me up and I think I took too much time trying to process what was going on because they already tripled!”

“What the fuck are you talking about, did you start smoking weed?”

“Ugh, why are you so insufferable? Just look at fucking Instagram!”

You didn't want to believe Yuna, but a part of you was vibrating in anticipation. You'd already seen her text messages, her exclamations and voice notes, you'd barely processed the images she'd sent you. You logged on to Instagram. The first thing you noticed was the exorbitant amount of notifications and direct messages.

You had to search for Taehyung's account because you weren't following him.

There was the colorful arc around his profile picture. The story.

You clicked on his picture on the screen.

Your books were all over his story, with his hand holding one of them.

It jumped out at you that there was a stand of your books that you had no idea where it had come from.

A description loomed between the image.

One of the best fantasy books I've read in recent years. And by one of the best writers I've ever met in my life.

Your user was next to the description. You had no idea how fucking Kim Taehyung had gotten your user when it wasn't even something related to your name. You hadn't even uploaded pictures of yourself once in all the time that account had been open.

“Did you see it?? Can you see I wasn't lying?”

With Yuna's malevolent laughter in the background, you felt your mind escape into an unknown mental space.

“You're going to be rich!!! And I'm going to meet Kim Taehyung!”

Your mind was racing a thousand miles an hour trying to make sense of what your eyes couldn't credit. His story was replaying on your screen. So many things you could say and just…

“What the fuck?”

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tag: @rinkud @futuristicenemychaos @pastelpeachess @parapiop7

[mindless-existence1]

Random Mha boyfriend headcannons

Authors note: So I have finals to study for and I said I wouldn't be posting stuff but I'm a fiber so I decided to write this short blurb instead of doing my actual school work

Live, laugh, love, yall

Pt2

This includes fluff headcanons for Bakugo, Tokoyami, Denki, and Izuku

Tw: Cursing (f word like twice)

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Bakugo would be the king at making sure you have eaten. I'm taking he makes your favorite meals when he knows you've been having trouble eating, he's constantly checking up on you, etc.

Denki definitely plays dress to impress and would be so fucking terrible at it. He's rage quick after some 8 year Olds win by not even doing the theme. He'll play it with you and every time your outfit comes up he gives it 5 stars.

Tokoyami has a peak taste in music and would love to go to concerts with you. Like he'd be the kind of guy to find some random concert where the tickets and cheap and yall start listening to the bands music on the way to the concert. He just likes the atmosphere I fear

Izuku is super embarrassed about literally every form of pda. So tease him about it pls. Out snd about and you decide to hold his hand? Oh the poor guys is done for. A kiss? That's attempt of murder right there.

Denki is the type of guy to binge watch movies like nobody's business. Definitely will make 'movie dates' where yall just stay up till 3 am watching a 12 epsiode anime that will destroy your soul.

Bakugo will constantly have a be holding your waist or shoulder or hand or literally anything while yall are on a date. You call it being cutly protective. He calls it 'making sure those stupid extras know your mine'

Tokoyami will most definitely get matching jewelry with you. RINGS! This man would wear the fuck out of some rings, I'm talking stacked up and on each finger. He'd get ones to match yours so when you hold hands you can feel the rings on eachothers fingers. It gives him a warm feeling.

Izuku probably keeps a diary or some cute dorky thing like that. The pages are filled with stuff about you and your quirk and just YOU. He'll put notes you've shared over the course of your relationship and stuff like the movie tickets to your first ever date which was to the movies.

Tokoyami most definitely has some of the big and warm and amazing hoodies ever that you constantly steal. He gets cold really easily I think so he'd have a bunch. Most of them end up in your dorm. I imagine yall would like trade them out so then you could have one that smelled like him and he could have one that smelled like you.

Bakugo would feel so nervous and self contious about holding hands because they get sweaty really fast and he thinks it's the worst thing ever. So when you take it so confidently and lovingly in your hand his mind short circuits. He trys pulling away but you keep it in your hand. Some days he wears gloves to mask the sweat but other days he wants to feel your hand skin to skin.

Denki thinks he is extremely ritzy (sorry for the brain rot). He thinks he is a lady's man all day and he'll flirt like crazy with you but if you even so much as compliment him he turns to jelly. He's spewing pick up lone after pick up line then you reciprocate with a flirty remark and he just melts, you'd think he over used his quirk.

Izuku likes when you play with his hair. And in secret he'd also let you style it. His hair is so fluffy you could bury your hands in it forever. He'll lay his head in your lap and just let you go to town. Some days he'll let you put little braid in it or up into pony tails.

Bakugo radiates heat something crazy so cuddles are a must. It'd take a LOT to convince him to let you snuggle up with him on the common room couch but in your or his dorm? He'll eat you be all over him. He won't admit the fuzzy feeling he gets when you cuddle up with him and trace your fingers on the scars on his arms or up and down his abs.

Tokoyami would be so good with words and he wouldn't wouldn't know it. Like you'd ask if he liked your outfit and he'd hit you with straight poetry. Now this doesn't mean he's smooth all the time. The first time yall held hands he almost tweaked out, and the first time he saw you all dressed up for a date he almost fainted. But he has his moments.

Denki has crazy insomnia so he'd stay up late and if you don't stay up late he'd flood your phone with just random stuff he thinks about through out the night. If you also have insomnia he'd either be on face time with you or be with you irl. Yall would go on so many side quests at 3 am.

Izuku is a yapper but also an attentive listener. He'd love to hear you talk about the most boring thing in the world and not even care. He finds everything you talk about so interesting, he'd want you to reciprocate tho so when he yaps you also listen with your full heart.

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[edward-munson]

"Here's your treat, Sailor" - Steve Harrington x f! Reader

Summary: It's Halloween and you're celebrating your birthday. You throw a small party at your house, but end up locked in your closet with Steve. Give him a treat, he's upset, yeah?

Warnings: A little fluff, a little smut. Oral sex, cursing. 18+ DNI

Word count: 2.6k (just a quick story)

Being born close to Halloween means it was always most likely you would throw a themed birthday party. Two days before the actual date, you were celebrating at a bar with your closest friends, always excited to gather all of them and your other friends. 

Hours before the party, you were getting help from Robin and Eddie with the decoration, while Steve and Dustin - your not-so-baby-brother - were cleaning the house. 

Jonathan and Nancy were in charge of the rest; food, crockery, cups and stuff like that. A faint rock music was playing on a boombox as you were all busy with the arrangement. 

You were pretty excited this year, for the first time after getting into college you invited a few friends you got along. Not that you weren't missing having a boyfriend, but every time you'd go out with someone, it turns out they just want sex, and you didn't like that. 

Pumpkins with wicked grins lined the path to the entrance, their flickering candles casting eerie shadows. A large, ancient oak tree was adorned with fake cobwebs and ghostly apparitions hanging from its branches, swaying gently in the autumn breeze. A fog machine sent wisps of mist rolling across the yard, setting the perfect, eerie mood.

It was 8 pm sharp when the first guests arrived. Mike with El, Lucas with Max and Will, who were not that young anymore either, they were all like 18, 19. You couldn't hold a grin to see them dressed as Ghostbusters, like every year they wear matching costumes.

You and your friends made a deal you'd surprise each other with your costumes, so a while after the kids arrived, Eddie knocked on the door and as you opened it, and it was impossible to miss. He had transformed himself into a member of the legendary rock band, Kiss. 

He was wearing a very made up costume. He even painted in the signature black and white makeup, wearing a black leather vest, displaying his flat abs.

He wore a skin-tight, leather jumpsuit adorned with studs and spikes. Behind him, Robin was wearing a camouflage outfit, along with black boots just like Eddie. 

"Wow, you took the 'dressed to kill' idea very seriously!" She said as she complimented you. As a lesbian, she couldn't stop looking at your cleavage.

You went for an Elvira look with a black, form-fitting, low-cut dress, with a slit on the side. The v-neck showed a little too much of your chest, which would make every guy look at you for more than five minutes. 

"Eddie, come on dork. Stop stripping her with your eyes!" She mocked him, laughing at the way he was just frozen, still looking at you. 

"Happy birthday, sweetheart. Nice choice. Gonna make every dude in this house get a boner" He tried to sound playful, but he only just turned himself in. 

"Thank you so much for the heads-up. I had no idea" Ironically, you weren't really expecting that. Maybe that's why Mike and Lucas got flickered in their foreheads earlier. 

Steve was more obvious and it made you laugh. He just chose to wear his Scoops Ahoy uniform, without the hat. Because that would ruin his perfect hair.

And again, what Eddie said echoed in your head, because the hairy chested guy couldn't stop staring at your breasts until you tried to pinch him. Jonathan and Nancy were wearing something very couple-like, and it was heart melting. 

There were people chatting in the backyard, some were listening to music while talking and drinking, Dusty and the kids were talking about some game. The couple was somewhere, probably exchanging saliva, and you were talking with Robin, listening to her charm about Vickie, while Eddie was smoking a joint. 

"Hey, where the hell is Steve?" She asks after a brief pause, watching as Eddie shrugs his shoulders. "I haven't seen him in like, twenty minutes, I think?".

"Probably fixing his hair or managing to get his dick wet" He scoffed. 

Both of you looked at him in disbelief, he was just trying to mock. "Ew, Munson. I know he used to be like that, but he wouldn't do this. Not at my house at least" You respond, but he doesn't agree. 

"Eh, could be. But let's be honest. The guy is charming, pretty, and has a good talk. Any girl would jump on him like that" He snaps his fingers. 

"I'm gonna look for him around here. You can go upstairs" You tell her before leaving him alone, who mumbles something about Steve "needing a babysitter" or something. 

You had no idea where the guy could've gone. He just didn't say anything before ghosting, and it's not like there was a way of communicating to him, unless he had a walkie. But this wasn't one of his gatherings with the kids. 

You looked behind the curtains, because, you never know right? Under the table, behind the couch, in the guest restroom and even behind any door, but still nothing. Robin said she didn't see him upstairs.

She went to the backyard and asked the others about him. Until you realized you didn't look for him in one spot that anyone could fit in: the closet under your stairs. 

He was sitting there with a different look on his face. Maybe tired? You didn't know. He had his back resting against the wall, fidgeting his fingers. A cup with some drink was also resting on the floor. 

"Care to explain why you're hiding at my party without saying anything?" You ask, but he doesn't bother to look at you. 

He shrugs his shoulders, pouting. "I'm sorry it's your birthday party. I just didn't feel like being around". 

You wanted to ask, but you weren't sure he would answer you. Still holding the doorknob, you reach out your hands, so he can lift himself up, but he doesn't. 

"C'mon Steve, let's try and cheer up, yeah? You want me to change the music? Is it boring?" He shakes his head. "You want something else to drink? Food?". Nothing. 

As soon as he gets up, he closes the door behind you, before you protest. What he doesn't know is that If you close the door, it locks from the inside. He just locked you both in there. 

"Steve-" You try to tell him, but he cuts you off.

"Can you not tell this to Robin just yet? It's going to sound really stupid" He asks, his tone was low and pretty hurtful. 

"Steve, you can't close this door from the inside. We're locked in here". 

He snaps his eyes and raises both eyebrows. He tries to open the door but nothing happens.

"You're fucking kidding me. I just locked the party host in the closet" He groans, yanking his head against the door. 

"Yeah, thank you. Now Robin is going to think we're either missing or messing around". 

Steve still has his head resting against the door, banging it carefully. 

"Could this night be any shittier?" You don't get why he seems stressed, but you try to ask him anyway. 

"What happened, sailor?" He chuckles lightly, almost like in a bittersweet way. 

"If you make fun of me I'll get your gift back" He threatens. "Just this girl I was talking to earlier in the backyard.. I asked her for her number and she said I was a 'stupid momma's boy and that my reputation is wrecked'" He mourns.

"You know you're not like that anymore, right?" You try to ease him and reassure you don't think of him that way. 

He still laughs sarcastically. "Seems like I still am". He sighs. "That's the problem. People still see me like that, and I hate it". 

"Just because some random girl said that to you, it doesn't mean it's true". 

Steve tries to take in your words as he crosses his arms on his chest and ponders. He hasn't been like that in ages, why would he still make it a big deal anyway? Seems like he needed to work out his self-esteem. 

"Maybe you're right. How's the party?" He still sounds like he's offended, maybe he just needs a hug.

"Well, it's been pretty good until you locked us in" You joke, watching him slightly chuckle.

"You look really good as Elvira" Steve gives you a gentle side smile and you grab his hand. 

"You look the same as always, sailor" Snorting, he gives you a death glance. Like, it's not the first time you see in that outfit. 

"Just think you missed the boobs". Oh, that was a burn. 

Walking towards him, you make sure you're pressing your sides to show a little more cleavage, and he gulps. "What, you don't think this cleavage isn't enough?" Your voice was smooth and low. 

As you reach to both his arms, he tries to not stare at you for too long or he breaks. Your pleading eyes actually hold something different and it makes his boxer feel uncomfortable already. You've always thought he was good looking, even with the stupid outfit.

"I.. uh- No, it's great" He nervously laughs, his hands never meet your body out of respect for you. 

You tease him as you lean against his body, and Steve is looking confused at you. "Eddie was right when he said every guy would get a boner with my costume".

He tries to hold a nervous chuckle and fails. "I don't have a boner, what do you mean?"

"Then what are you hiding in there, an ice cream scoop?" The taunting was terrible, but it makes him laugh as his cheeks flush. 

"You're a terrible person" This time he holds his gaze directly at your eyes and leans closer until your noses bump. "You're incredibly sexy and terrible".

"And yet you're the one dressed as a sailor with your uniform" You retort, wrapping your hands around his neck. He feels your chest pressed against his, as well as his growing crotch. 

He doesn't give you an answer, but instead he just crashes his lips against yours, holding your chin in a light grip. He tastes like beer, he smells like Calvin Klein and you don't regret this little show you're having. 

It doesn't have to be something serious right now, so you just enjoy it when he slides his tongue against yours, letting out a groan to your surprise. One of his hands slides down your body, holding your waist as he tries to bring you closer to him.

You feel his hard cock rub against your cunt under the dress and it burns your skin. Grasping his lower lip against your teeth, you let out a teasing gasp, learning Steve is just about to throw you against the wall and fuck you there. 

But before he even tries anything, you start kissing him again, feeling his hot tongue swirling around yours in a battle for dominance. It makes your brain twist and your stomach sink. It makes your entire body shiver. 

He pulls back only to breathe, his haired chest is heavily panting and his lips are swollen. "This is what they're missing. So, fuck them" You praise. 

His big squared hand grabs your cheek carefully as he uses his thumb to rub his digit against your skin. "Thank you" That's all he says. 

Watching him from that position, it makes you realize he's everything Eddie said before. He is charming, pretty, and has a good talk. He's also caring, smart and gentle. If you could, you would put him in a bubble and take care of him. 

You pull him by the collar only to give him a peck before sliding both hands down his stomach until your hands reach the elastic of his shorts.

He looks at you, confused and sort of lost with the action. "Here's a Halloween treat, sailor". You kneel in front of him.

The tone of your voice is barely above a whisper and it carries luxury, filling the air of the small closet. His throat is now dry as he gulps harshly. You pull down his piece of clothing before glancing carefully at his hardened cunt under the fabric.

It pulses when you softly touch his base and Steve almost collapses under your hands. He helps you get rid of his boxer, muffling his grunt when you hold it in your right hand. Your best hand, the one you know you can give a nice handjob. 

But this time you catch him off guard when your mouth gives him a soft open mouthed kiss on the glistening tip of his cock. He's kinda big, and thick, and it makes your mouth water with desperation. You glide your tongue until it reaches his balls and he flinches, hissing. 

"Jesus fuck" He cries. It makes you grin through his cock. 

Slowly, you swallow him until it reaches the back of your throat and you try not to gag. His reflection is to pull a handful of your hair and he slowly loses it.

Working along with your tongue, you start bobbing your head up and down, careful to not choke on his cunt. You cup his balls with your free hand and softly rub them against your soft fingers. 

Steve almost starts sliding down the wall, trying to hold himself up. He feels himself completely at your mercy, not knowing why it feels so good, considering you were good friends.

You hum while tasting every inch of him, feeling his dick twitch inside your mouth, dripping with precum.

He uses one hand to hold himself while the other one still pulls your hair. The sound of your throat against his dick is echoing inside the closet, while his breathing makes the air become stuffy. Your mouth sucks him so perfectly, your throat tightens around him.

"I'm not gonna las- Fuck-" He sttuters when you hollow your cheeks and suck him hard, the loud gasp coming off his mouth makes you feel so horny you almost give up on this. 

The way you concentrate on your movements, always switching so it doesn't give you cheek cramps, makes him want to thrust against your mouth. But he knows his limits and he doesn't want you to choke on him either.

He watches with bliss on his eyes the way your head bobs towards him and it makes him dizzy at your sight. You look at him with lust and awe, savoring his salty liquid, feeling how his fat cock stretches your mouth so it can fit in.

Your hand falls from his balls to his hairy and thick thighs, digging your nails into his skin, listening to every moan he spills against the thin air. 

"I'mgonnacum" He slurs and you feel his hips shuddering as he finally reaches his peak, washing over your throat. You swallow him entirely, his warm cum suddenly makes you feel too blissed from the moment. 

Steve can barely breathe, you watch him almost gasp for air. His chest is heavily panting and sweating, just like his flushed face.

You noticed how messy his hair is. After swallowing it all, you give him a quick peck on his sensitive tip and he pulls back from the sensation. 

He helps you get up from your knees, still staring at you amused. You quickly clean the corner of your mouth, licking the same spot. "God, you are fascinating". 

When he leans forward to give you another kiss, not giving a shit you taste like him, the door finally opens and Robin stares at both of you in shock. 

"What the fuck happened here?".

[my-wild-imagination1996]

Life is Crazy part I

A/N: This is not proofread and I am not perfect. There will be spelling and grammatical errors. I have not written smut in over 6 years, I’m sorry if it’s terrible. 

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION BASED ON THE AMAZING HUGH JACKMAN AND MY CRAZY IMAGINATION

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, alcohol, oral sex (f & m receiving), song referenced in the story is Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter, swearing, cum in mouth, mentions of anxiety

PART ONE: YOUR BIG BREAK

Being an independent artist had its perks. Most people still didn’t know who you were so you could usually keep a low profile. You were well known enough to make millions but not known enough for paparazzi to give a fuck about. You were thankful given your anxiety, but you always wished you could reach more people with your music, and occasionally you’d wish that you could be more of a star than you were but you figured if it was meant to happen, then it would. You were sitting in your mini studio that you had set up in the spare room of your Los Angeles suburb home. You were waiting for inspiration to hit you while you played random notes on the keyboard. Your watch started to vibrate to notify you of a call coming through from your manager. You stopped messing with the keyboard to grab your phone and answer the call.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Hey y/n, you’re never gonna fucking believe this but I just had a casting agent reach out to me saying that they want you to audition for a movie.” Your agent stated not continuing to give you more detail.

“What movie is it even for?” You asked, thinking it was weird since you have tons of tattoos and usually movies don’t want that.

“Well, you see, that’s the fucking weird part. Um, it’s for a marvel movie. They only want you to audition so it’s not like a guaranteed thing that you’d get the role.” They told you. 

“Any more information than that?” You asked, trying to understand why you’d be asked to audition for something like this.

“Kevin Fiege wasn’t so open to speaking on the role just that it was for a female anti-hero type deal. Said that their casting director thinks you fit the look of the character perfectly.” 

“Okay. Text me the details and let them know I’m game.” I said thinking that there was no harm in auditioning.

A week had passed since the audition and neither you or your management had heard anything regarding being cast so you honestly didn’t think you got the part which was no surprise to you because of your tattoos. You were having a severe case of writer's block when it came to your music. You were playing Last of Us when your watch started vibrating with an unknown saved number. You hesitantly answered.

“Hello?” 

“Hi, is this y/n?” The man on the line asked.

“This is her?” You responded.

“Great! This is Nathan, I am the assistant to Sarah Finn. She was the casting director of the marvel film that you just auditioned for?” He explained making your eyes go wide with shock.

“Oh great! How can I help you?” You asked, mentally kicking yourself for your word choice.

“Well, we actually wanted to see if you’d be willing to come in again for another audition. We’d actually like to give you more detail about the character and see if you match what we’re exactly looking for regarding this character. If we like it, we’ll be having you do a chemistry test with the character's love interest. How does that sound?” He asked with a friendly tone.

“Absolutely. I’d love to come in again. I just need to know when and where.” You responded excitedly. Nathan proceeded to tell you the audition was in two days here in Los Angeles. They needed you there by 10 AM.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm blasting at seven in the morning letting you know to get ready for the audition. You opt to wear a t-shirt and jean shorts with sandals to the second audition. You straightened your hair and applied light make-up since it’s your normal go to look. You weren’t even sure who the love interest was. You loved the MCU and were honored they thought of you, but you were worried about getting your hopes up and what this meant for your music career. You entered the building and were immediately greeted by the receptionist who told you to take a seat and they’d take you back when they were ready. 

“Hi! I’m Nathan. We spoke on a bit about the role on the phone and what todays gonna accomplish.” The man introduced himself as soon as you sat down, making you stand up again to greet and shake his hand.

“Alright so follow me, we’re gonna be going into this room down the hall. No pressure but we do have Kevin there to see if he likes you or not for the role. Now the role is the character Amethyst Santiago AKA Amethyst. Her powers are much like Agatha or even Scarlet Witch. She’s the most powerful one in the Marvel Universe. She has an intense relationship with the like of one Mr. Wolverine.” Nathan said, making you nervous cause if Hugh Jackman was here you were going to lose your shit since you loved the wolverine movies but also he’s hot as fuck so how could you not be excited.

“Now, if you’ll remember, on the phone, I did mention that if we like what we see, we will be doing a chemistry test between you and Hugh.” You instantly fangirled internally but you felt your hands become slightly clammy because of your nerves. 

“Yes, I remember. Let’s do this.” You said as you entered the room where there was a table filled with people, some you recognized from the last audition and some you didn’t. They handed you a script and advised you how to read the role. You did exactly as they asked and stopped when they said ‘end scene’. Then Kevin spoke. 

“I’m gonna be honest with you, y/n. I like your look for the character and I love how you’re portraying the character. I think it’s time we brought Hugh our to see if you guys can make this vision become reality, but Hugh’s a pro so I gotta say that I think you’ve got this.” He stated.

That’s when you heard the door open and then you saw him walk in and greet everyone kindly, before finally greeting you extending his hand.

“I’m Hugh, your scene partner.” He said flashing you a smile that made you get butterflies instantly. 

“Hi Hugh. My y/n is name.” You responded confidently until you realized what you said. “I mean my name is y/n.” Making Hugh laugh. The executives gave you both a minute to review before getting into the scene. It was quite dramatic and ended with him inches away from your lips before they called the scene.

“Great. Thank you, Hugh. Y/n, we’ve got some things to discuss but you’ll have a response from us either way by end of day. 

“Thank you so much for the opportunity.” You said before heading out of the room and to the bathroom.

As you were walking out of the building towards your car, you were staring down at your phone while walking when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You looked over your shoulder and saw no one other than Hugh.

“Sorry to bother you, but you’re going to get the role so I thought that maybe I should give you my number so that we could get to know each other for the roles.” He said.

“I don’t see why not.” You said opening up the dial pad on your phone to call him so you’d both have each other’s number. You figured he was only doing it for the role considering you were barely in your late twenties and he was in his mid fifties. You made the assumption he probably didn’t see you like that even if you saw him that way.

“I’ll see you around y/n.” He said before walking back into the building.

A few weeks had passed since your encounter with Hugh. You had actually come to meet lots of the stars of your youth. You ended up meeting Ryan Reynolds who you learned was going to be starring as Deadpool in the film. You ended up in a text chain with Ryan and Hugh which you were fine with but they usually just told stupid jokes. Filming was supposed to start in about a month. As a sort of celebration of sorts, Ryan invited you to his house for a barbeque/pool party that he was hosting with Hugh and other various castmates. You brought a beach bag that had your swimsuit but you were currently wearing a floral sundress with sandals. You pulled up to his house in awe of the mansion. As soon as you walked up the driveway, you heard the door open to be immediately greeted by a smiling Blake.

“Welcome to our home. If you end up drinking or anything, we have spare rooms you can sleep in.” She said in a friendly tone. 

“Um, thanks. I have a quick question. I have a THC cart and I would like to smoke it outside if that’s okay.” You asked.

“That’s totally fine. No smoking in the house but the backyard is totally fine. Hugh smokes one too so it’s all good.” She said shutting and locking the door behind you. 

You followed Blake to the back where the music and people were. You observed your surroundings. Nervous because you didn’t really know anyone but Hugh and Ryan. 

“Y/n!” Ryan shouted. “Come get a drink and some food!” 

You smiled shyly and found your way over to him, wondering where Hugh was. Maybe your crush on Hugh was slightly inappropriate given the age difference but you were well over eighteen. 

“Where’s Hugh?” You asked while you grabbed a paper plate and built your plate.

“I think he went to get more liquor from the basement.” Ryan responded while you went to sit at one of the tables they had in their backyard. 

You kept scanning the entrance to the backyard, waiting for Hugh to appear. Honestly, you’d socialized more with Hugh in person during this whole process than anyone else. You felt comfortable around Hugh. You finally saw him walking from the house carrying bottles of liquor. You weren’t much of a drinker and it worried you how much alcohol was around cause you were a lightweight.

Hugh noticed you sitting at the chair eating your food at a table alone so he decided to join you while everyone was doing their own things.

  “Hey there. Hopefully I'm not interrupting your peace.” He said, food and his drink in his hand.

“Hey. Thank you for coming over here. I feel kind of out of place honestly. Ryan is great but I just, I don't know, feel overwhelmed, I guess. I don’t have many close friends and I haven't been to a party this large since I was like twenty so it's definitely nerve wracking.” You over-explained.

“Listen to me. I've been in this industry for ages. I can show you the ropes. Help you navigate this a bit.” He said, trying to reassure you. 

You took a sip of the smirnoff ice that you grabbed. Surveying your surroundings, listening to Hugh ramble about whatever crossed his mind. You took the time to really look at him. The way light reaches his eyes while he smiles. The kindness evident in his eyes. You couldn’t help but be in awe of his beauty, but you didn’t want to come off creepy so you kept your staring to a minimum.

After a few drinks and a few hours, the sun was starting to set and they turned on their backyard lights and then Ryan said it’s time to really party. You looked at Hugh to figure out what he meant, but Hugh just gave you a smile. You shrugged it off, finishing off your drink feeling a bit tipsy, making you more sociable.

“Y/n!” You hear Ryan drunkenly yell.

“I’m over here.” You said standing up causing at least 20 or 30 people who may or may not be drunk looking at you. It made you nervous cause these were mostly famous faces and you were use to being in front of fans. 

“Heard you’re quite the singer.” Ryan slurred.

“Oh no, I am not.” You responded not wanting to really sing in front of everyone.

“I’m a fan of your music so you’ve got to sing something for us.” Blake said really throwing you under the bus. 

Contrary to popular belief being a singer of sorts, you had stage fright and most nights on stage you were either drunk or stoned. You walk over to where Ryan and Blake were stationed because that’s where the liquor was. You poured two shots of tequila. Downing them both. 

“What am I supposed to sing?” You said feeling the liquid courage kicking in.

“Ooooh, you should do something new.” Blake said with a drunken slur. 

You pulled out your phone cause you usually kept samples of beats you were using for projects on there. You hooked your phone up to the bluetooth speaker. You played one you had titled ‘Bed Chem’. You had written only a few days ago when you were fantasizing about Hugh. It wasn’t finished but you’d figure singing what you had wouldn’t hurt. The familiar butterflies of performing in your stomach. You took a deep breath and started singing.

“And what are the odds? You send me a text

And now the next thing I know, I'm like

Manifest that you're oversized

I digress, got me scrollin' like

Out of breath, got me going like, ooh

Who's the cute guy with the white jacket and the accent? Like (Ooh)

Maybe it's all in my head

But I bet we'd have really good bed chem

How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense

How you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things, that's bed chem

How you're looking at me, yeah, I know what that means, and I'm obsessed

Are you free next week? I'd bet we'd have really good

Come right on me, I mean camaraderie

Said you're not in my time zone, but you wanna be

Where art thou? Why not uponeth me?

See it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy (Ooh)”

“And that’s all I got so far for this one.” You said, officially a little drunk. Everyone erupts out into applause, making you flash a smile.

“Who did you write it about?” Blake asked you, making your eyes go wide.

“Um, no one. Just a guy I met a few weeks ago.” You responded.

You glanced at Hugh, who was watching you intensely. You walked over to him and took a seat beside him. 

“So what did you think?” You asked nervously while fidgeting with your hands on the table.

“I think whoever you wrote that about is about to be a very lucky man.” He said while moving his hands to caress yours, staring right at you. Letting you know that, somehow, he knew it was about him. You felt your whole body light up the second his skin touched yours. 

You felt heat flush your cheeks and you felt yourself starting to respond to his touch and you had no idea how this man is affecting you so greatly. You moved closer to him placing your hand on his thigh while whispering that you think that you both should head out.

“I just have to say bye to some people and then we can go.” He whispered back.

As he walked away from the table, you became anxious. A million things running through your head but you put your brain together enough to go say goodnight to Ryan and Blake, thanking them for their hospitality. After saying your goodbyes, you made your way to your car when you felt a hand sneak around your waist.

“We most definitely are not driving anywhere.” Hugh said sternly. “You are in no condition to drive and neither am I. I live in this neighborhood. We’re a five minute walk.” He said pulling you in the direction of his home. 

The walk was mostly silent. As you pulled up to his large home, he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door letting you in first.

As you both entered the living room, the dim lighting and the soft glow of the lamp created an intimate atmosphere. You kicked off your sandals, your eyes locking with Hugh's, both knowing exactly where this night was headed. You had been getting together weekly for the last couple months and your chemistry was undeniable. 

Hugh pushed you onto the couch, his strong hands grasping your hips. You landed softly on the cushions, your hair spilling around your shoulders, and a mischievous smile playing on your lips. He loomed over you, his muscular frame casting a shadow on your body, and you felt a tingle of anticipation run down your spine.

"You look so damn sexy right now," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. His hands travel up your thighs, pushing your dress higher, revealing your skin. Your breath quickened as you felt his calloused fingers brush against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You were soaked already, your pussy throbbing in anticipation of what was to come.

"I don’t think I can wait much longer." he growled, his eyes darkened with lust. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. Your tongues danced, tasting the remnants of the liquor consumed earlier in the evening, but the flavors only added to the raw passion of the moment. Hugh's kiss was demanding, possessive, and it sent shivers through your body.

Breaking the kiss, Hugh trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking and biting gently, leaving a trail of wet marks on your delicate skin. You arched your back, offering yourself to him, your hands threading through his dark brown hair, pulling him closer. You wanted to feel his mouth everywhere, to experience the pleasure he could give you.

He worshiped your body with his lips and tongue, kissing and sucking on all of your sensitive spots. His hands cupped your breasts, kneading them gently through the fabric of your dress. You moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders, urging him on. 

"Please, Hugh," you whispered, your voice hoarse with need. "I want more."

Hugh chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. 

"More, huh? I think we can make that happen." He sat up, his eyes gleaming with mischief. With swift movements, he quite literally ripped your dress open, the fabric ripping easily, exposing your lace bra and the swell of your breasts. You gasped and moaned, a mix of surprise and pleasure rushing through you.

"You like that, don't you, baby girl?" he purred, his fingers teasing the lace covering your nipples. "You love seeing me take control over you, don’t you?" You nodded, your eyes half-closed, your body on fire. You loved the way Hugh was taking charge.

Hugh unhooked your bra, revealing your full, heavy breasts. He bent down, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. You cried out, your back arching off the couch as pleasure spiked through you. His hands roamed your body, squeezing and caressing your curves, driving you wild.

"You're so beautiful, y/n," he murmured between kisses. "So responsive. I love watching you fall apart for me." His words only fueled your desire further, causing you to buck your hips, seeking more contact.

Hugh's hands found the waistband of your panties and slowly slid them down your thighs, his touch deliberate and teasing. You lifted your hips, helping him remove the last barrier between the both of you. You were completely exposed now, your pussy dripping with your arousal. Hugh's eyes darkened even more as he took in the sight of your wetness dripping onto his couch. If you weren’t so turned on you would’ve been slightly embarrassed of what you were doing to his couch.

He positioned himself between your thighs, his hard cock straining against his jeans. You reached for the belt on his jeans, wanting to touch and stroke him, but he caught your hands, pinning them above your head. "Not yet, sweet girl. I want to drive you crazy first."

With that, he lowered his head down your body, trailing kisses along the way until his head was aligned with your core, he pressed kisses along your thighs. He blew gently against your clit, making you shiver. Teasingly close to your pussy but never quite touching it. You squirmed, your body taut with anticipation. 

"Please, Hugh, I need you," you begged.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally granted your wish. His tongue flicked out, tasting your sweetness, and then he dove in, lapping at your juices, his tongue swirling around your clit. You cried out, your hips bucking against his face. He held your thighs firmly, keeping you in place as he devoured your pussy, his tongue fucking you relentlessly.

"You gonna cum for me, y/n?," he growled against your pussy, his words felt vibrations against you. As though it snuck up on you, your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you as you cried out his name. Your body trembled and shook,your juices flowing freely as Hugh continued to lick and suck through your climax. You had never had anyone work you so expertly on the first try.

As your tremors subsided, Hugh lifted his head, his hazel eyes glittering with satisfaction. 

"You're so fucking beautiful when you cum," he said, his voice rough. You let out a light laugh while out of breath.

But Hugh wasn't done with you yet. He stood up, quickly shedding his clothes, revealing his hard, thick cock. Your eyes widened at the sight of him, your pussy clenching with renewed desire. He was older, but his body was a work of art—muscular and sculpted.

"Now it's my turn to taste you," you said as he sat on the couch and you got yourself off the couch moving to your knees so that you were facing his cock. You took it in your hands feeling the weight and girth. You leaned forward, your eyes locking with his hazel ones as you took the head of his cock into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum, and then you take him deeper, inch by inch, until you feel him at the back of your making you slightly gag until he pulls you back by your hair all while keeping his eyes locked on yours.

You sucked and bobbed your head, your lips sliding up and down his shaft, your hands pumping the base in sync with your mouth. Hugh's breath grew ragged, his hips thrusting slightly. You looked up at him, loving the sight of his pleasure, you increased your pace, wanting to give him the same mind blowing pleasure he had given you.

“Holy fuck, y/n, if you keep going like that I’m gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours." he groaned, his hands tightening in your hair. His words only spur you on and encourage you to suck harder, your mouth slick around him, Hugh's hips bucked as he exploded in the back of your throat with a loud groan. You swallowed, your eyes had never left his but you had tears running down your flush cheeks from taking him so deep. Your eyes never left him as you sucked him dry.

As you had both caught your breath, Hugh pulled you up, kissing you deeply. "That was fucking incredible," he whispered against your lips. You smiled, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. This night had not gone as you expected it to and you were nervous about what this meant. Now coming to the realization of what trouble this could bring as he was basically your coworker now.

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Could This Be | Chap. Eight | j.t.

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: One minute, you're single and working for AFC Richmond as the team's medic. The next minute, you're in a fake relationship with the team's handsome striker who you know next to nothing about.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Discussions of Previous Emotional & Physical Domestic Violence. Cussing. Fake Dating

A/N: This chapter was brought to you by Only Love Can Hurt Like This by Paloma Faith & Fine Line by Harry Styles. Take that as you will! :)

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“Are you avoidin’ me?”

You screamed, the voice from behind startling you so much that you dropped the jump bag you had been trying to load into your car. When you turned, you found Jamie, who’s face let you know that he didn’t mean to scare you, though that didn’t stop him from finding it incredibly amusing.

“Can you please stop doing that?” You said through uneven breaths. He shook his head as he took a step forward to pick up the bag you had just dropped. 

“Sorry.” Though, he didn’t sound very apologetic.

As he set the bag in the backseat of your car, you kept your eyes trained on the ground. Because the answer was yes, you absolutely had been avoiding him. Ever since the night of the premiere, you had been making yourself scarce around the club as much as possible. It had been pure luck that all injuries had remained at the bare minimum, but you also had been doing your charting away from the med room as well as away from the pitch. This was, truly, the first time you had spoken to Jamie in days.

“Are you not comin’ to the match?” He asked, glancing over at his teammates, who were all piling into the coach while laughing and hyping each other up. It took you a second to register what he meant.

“Of course I am,” You told him, finally looking up. “I always take my own car.” He glanced at the car, then over at the coach again before looking back at you.

“Why?” 

You shrugged. “I like the quiet. Helps me get my mind ready.” 

He seemed to consider this before suddenly he was taking off towards the bus. You watched him pop his head in through the door. Though you couldn’t hear what he was saying, you could hear the team cheering and whooping very loudly before he came running back towards you. His smile was shit eating.

“Guess I’m ridin’ with ya.” 

A weird mix of anxiety and amusement rose in your chest.

“I don’t recall inviting you to ride with me.” His eyes rolled upwards.

“I don’t recall carin’.” 

Before you could come up with a proper response, he was climbing into the passenger seat of your car. The door slammed and your mouth fell open. The audacity of Jamie was loud as he looked out at you, still grinning. The team made no effort to hide that they were watching you and him. You gave them a quick wave before turning your back on them, a heavy sigh tumbling out.

This was the worst case scenario for you. You had wanted this time to yourself, but not to prepare for the game.

Slipping into the driver’s seat, you slid the belt over your torso and turned the car on. Jamie kicked his feet onto the dashboard in clear triumph. If it had been anyone else, this would’ve annoyed you to no end. But, unfortunately, it was Jamie, so you let it go.

As you pulled out of the car park, following behind the coach with the rest of the team, your heart was beating a hundred kilometres a minute. The quiet music from the radio was not enough to distract you from the huge elephant sitting between the two of you, taking up all the air and making it hard to breathe. 

“So,” Jamie said, bringing his feet back to the floor while sitting upright. The sound of his voice caused a sharp pain to ripple through your chest. “Askin’ again. Are you-”

“I need to talk to you,” You blurted out without an ounce of thought behind it. He stared at you for a moment before nodding. As he turned his body so you had his full attention, you felt like you were going to throw up. 

“What’s wrong?” It’s like you were a book written in a language only he could understand. Peaking over at him, his face was filled with concern. Your brain was rejecting the words you wanted to say next, causing you to fight for your life to get them out of your mouth. 

“I think…” You said slowly, taking a deep breath. Deciding to start over, you glanced at him again. “I think that, after Beard’s wedding…” Your eyes forced themselves back on the road in resignation. “... that we should stop this.”

The words were in the air, and there was nothing you could do to put them back in your head, as much as you wanted to. The silence that filled the car was deafening. Though you weren’t looking at him, the chill that shot up your spine let you know that he turned away from you. 

“Oh, yeah. That makes sense,” Was all he said after a lifetime of not saying a word. When you allowed yourself to look at him, you found his eyes were cast downwards, his eyebrows tightly furrowed together. Carefully folding his hands in his lap, he looked up, but only to stare out of the windscreen. The tension in his jaw was remarkably obvious. 

“Jamie…”

“Did say about a month, we did,” He said as if you hadn’t spoken, nodding stiffly. 

“I didn’t want to do this right now,” You told him, knuckles tight against the steering wheel. “I’m sorry.” 

“Ya didn’t want to do this just before the match against Tottenham?” He snapped, his eyes on you once again. Beyond the anger they exhibited, you could see the hurt, too.  “Then why did ya?”

“I wasn’t planning on it. You got in my car!” You exclaimed, the tears starting to well in your eyes but you blinked them away.

“Because I wanted to hang out with ya!” He shouted back. “I fuckin’... I fuckin’ missed ya.” He shook his head angrily. “We fuck one time and now I’m fuckin’ nothin’ to you?”

You huffed, frustrated. The fact that he could say something like that to you, about what you and him had shared together, was devastating in more ways than you could ever understand. “Of course not, Jamie…” He ran both of his hands over his head, his fingers tearing through his hair. You wanted to rewind time, to start this whole conversation over. Why did your chest hurt so badly? Why did it feel like a real breakup? 

Because to you, it was. Your feelings for Jamie had gotten too intense. He was the only thing you thought about before you went to sleep at night, and the first thing you thought of when you woke up in the morning. After the night of the premiere, he had left your house that morning, leaving you with a kiss to the side of your head as you pretended to still be asleep. You had spent the rest of that morning crying nonstop, the realisation that this was no longer fake for you being too much to bear.

The fact of the matter was, either way, you were losing. If Jamie didn’t feel the same, then it made sense to you, because why would he? But if he did, then it was only a matter of time that he would see you for what you really are: A broken girl, with more baggage than an entire airline hanger, who didn’t know how to allow someone to love her without the fear consuming her. 

“It don’t matter,” He said, his voice strangely distant. You looked over at him. “This ain’t real, right? It was always meant to end.” 

Each word felt like a knife.

The rest of the drive went by without another word. By the time you pulled into Tottenham Spur’s Stadium, you were a thread away from a total breakdown. As soon as you put the car in park, Jamie was out and storming down the car park, meeting back up with the team. You held back to give yourself a moment to breathe. The tears spilled over as you set your forehead against the steering wheel. 

“You’re fine,” You whispered in a pathetic attempt to stop the crying. “It’s all going to be fine. This is how it was always going to happen.”

Taking a deep breath and wiping off your face, you climbed out of the car, grabbing your jump bag and making your way to the player entrance. Most of the team had already gone inside, but Coach Beard was leaning against the coach, yelling into his phone, assumedly to his bride-to-be. As you let yourself inside, you tried to internalise that. Maybe that’s what all love is: yelling, and pain, and hurting each other over and over and over again. It was all you had ever known from past experiences. Why allow yourself to feel all that again? This was all for the best. It had to be.

The cheering and yelling from the changing room echoed down the hallway as you walked by, but you decided to skip the pre-game rituals this time. Instead, you made your way to the stadium med room, which was thankfully empty, and sifted through the materials to make it look like you were stocking. You just wanted to pass the time so the game would start sooner, meaning it would end sooner, and then you could go home.

The staging area for the medics on the pitch was a small box area, as it was just you and the paramedic for the other team. The Team Doctor was somewhere in the stadium, as well as physiotherapists, but you were the first in the line of care when it came down to injuries. Placing your jump bag on the grass, you sat cross legged and waited patiently. That’s all it was at this point. A lot of waiting. 

As you bided your time until the players made their entrance, you thought about Jamie, and you thought about his pain. The last thing you had ever wanted was to hurt him. Maybe he had grown used to the routine of pretending to date you as much as you had with him. If only you were capable of separating your feelings from the whole thing like he could.

Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of the story.

You repeated the quote over and over in your head. It had to be you. For the sake of yourself, it had to be you.

Because you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it if you allowed this to go on, and then it would inevitably be him.

The crowd went crazy when the players began to file out of the tunnel, each team in its own single file line. Though you applauded along with them, your eyes were trained on the bright green grass. 

A tap on your shoulder made you jump. When you turned, the Tottenham medic was holding his phone out to you.

“S’this you?” 

Hesitantly, you took a look. Twitter was open, and when you took the phone from him, you were looking at a picture of Jamie and yourself. Neither of you were looking at the camera, instead your eyes were fixed on each other, both of you smiling. The look in Jamie’s eyes was the type of look that a woman would die to have thrown their way. You wondered how it was so easy for him to look at you like that. To convince everyone else it was real for him.

“It is,” You said weakly, handing him back the phone.

“Thought so.” He shoved the phone back into his pocket. “What’s it like, dating The Jamie Tartt?”

You watched him from across the field. He was staring straight in front of him, his hands behind his back. The tension was so severe that he looked like someone pointed a remote at him and hit the pause button. You found yourself wishing that he was closer, that you could hold his hand and apologise. For the harm you caused. For breaking the rule of not falling for him. For allowing this to happen at all. For everything.

“It’s definitely something else.”

The conversation stopped there with the start of the game, thankfully. Getting the best seat in the house for the matches would be a lot better in any other moment,  but right now, the only place you wanted to be was anywhere else. 

The longer the game went on, the harder it was to focus. Jamie was playing incredibly well, clearly fueled by the argument prior. He was being more selfish with the ball than he had been in a while, and scored two goals within the first fifteen minutes of the match starting. Despite being sat right on the edge of the field, he never once looked in your direction. 

“Seems we’re getting some of the old Jamie Tartt today,” The Tottenham medic remarked. If you were a ruder person, you would’ve told him exactly where he could stick his commentary, but you weren’t a ruder person, so you kept your comments to yourself. Instead, you internally hoped that he wouldn’t talk to you like this the entire match. 

“Maybe with Lasso gone, he remembered his old ways,” He continued. Your eyes rolled upwards to the sky. 

This day really couldn’t possibly get any worse.

The ball was soaring through the air, clearing the heads of numerous players who attempted to reach it. Jamie jumped up to bounce it off his head. It felt like time was going in slow motion. The ball hit Jamie’s head at the same time as a Tottenham player, who clearly didn’t see him coming, jumped to kick it, and instead kicked him, hard, in the back of the head. 

As Jamie collapsed to the ground, you rose to your feet. 

“He’ll get up,” You said out loud, mostly to yourself. Sam, Isaac, and Dani raced to Jamie’s side as you waited with a pounding heart. They all stared down at him, Sam kneeling down and placing his hands on either shoulder.. You tried to stay optimistic. He would get up, and you wouldn’t be needed. It would be okay. It would be-

Sam turned to look at you, eyes wide in horror.

Grabbing the jump bag, you took off down the field as fast as your unathletic legs would take you. The rest of the team started to gather around as you pushed your way through. Jamie was completely unconscious when you dropped to your knees next to him.

“Jamie?” You shouted, putting your hands to his face and giving him a slight shake. He didn’t say anything, his eyes still shut and slightly fluttering. With one hand to his carotid artery, you put the knuckles of your other to his sternum and dug deep into his chest before running them up and down his skin. No response. His pulse was rapid. It was then that you realised he wasn’t breathing.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

“I need a gurney right now!” You shouted at no one in particular as you grabbed a BVM mask from the bag and attached it to the oxygen tank. In the back of your head, you thought of the head injury he’d just had not that long ago. The one you had released him back to training from. Your mind was being completely irrational as it spiralled downward. Was he not ready? Should you have given him more time to heal? He had seemed fine, showing no symptoms of concussion or any major brain injury. Was this your fault? How could you have stopped this?

Throwing the blood pressure cuff on him and hitting start, you threw your hair out of your face.

“Can I get another fucking set of hands here?” You shouted, furious by the lack of help from the Tottenham medic. 

“What do you need me to do?” Sam asked with a shaky voice. A hard sigh forced its way out of your mouth. It wasn’t exactly what you had meant, but it was all you had. You thrusted the BVM bag at him. 

“Put this over his mouth like this,” You instructed, guiding his hands so his thumb and index fingers were around the mask and the rest were on Jamie’s jawline. Teaching him was the only distraction you had. The only thing keeping you level headed. “Push these fingers upwards so that his jaw stays open.” You looked up. “Isaac!” Your voice was sharp, causing the team captain to immediately scramble to your side. “I need you to hold this and count to five. Every time you say five, give it a light squeeze. Okay? Show me.”

“One… two… three… four… five.” At the number five, he lightly squeezed the bag, causing Jamie’s chest to rise. Turning to the oxygen tank, you spun the dial to the 25 mark, the sound of the oxygen whooshing through the tubing and out of the mask filling your ears. You felt like you were on autopilot as you pulled a cervical collar from the bag and slid it under Jamie’s neck. Maybe this was all just a crazy dream, and you would wake up in your bed, the morning of the match, and none of this would’ve happened at all.

As you continued to work, you could still hear Isaac counting out loud. One, two, three, four, breath. One, two, three, four, breath. 

It was the only sound. The stadium had gone entirely silent.

“Fuck you, Jamie, wake the fuck up.” A drop of water fell onto his bare chest as you placed the pads of the AED. Is it raining? No. You’re crying. The machine went through the prompts as you finally looked up. A gurney was making its way down the field, two medics pushing it through the grass with an ambulance waiting behind them. You wanted to scream at them for not being any faster. 

The last thing he said to you was in anger. The last conversation you had with him was filled with miscommunication and hurt.

No shock advised, the AED told you. Fingers to his neck again, you confirmed Jamie still had a pulse.

“What we got?” One of the medics asked as they placed a backboard next to Jamie.

“27 year old male, unresponsive after a head injury.” Stop fucking shaking. Stop fucking sounding like you care so much. “GCS of 3. Hypertensive at 162/108. Pulse present and rapid at 124. P-Patient was not breathing, he’s now on 25 litres of oxygen at 12 breaths a minute. C-spine secured.” 

Isaac was still counting. One, two, three, four, breath. 

As the other medics began to switch Jamie to their equipment, you took the opportunity to wipe your cheeks on your sleeves. Almost immediately after, you scrambled to sit near his head, where Sam and Isaac still took up a lot of space. It seemed that the medics were going to ask you to move, but then wordlessly decided to allow you to help. Which was good for them, considering you weren’t planning on letting either of them guide his head. Placing a hand on either side of the cervical collar, the other medics counted before rolling him in order to place the board underneath him. Once he was laid back down, and they were strapping him down, you still had your hands on either side of his head, running your thumbs up and down his cheeks.

He looked unreal, with the mask on his face and his chest rising and falling so mechanically. You had gone through scenarios like this one dozens and dozens of times before, yet somehow, at this moment, you felt like this was the first time in your whole life that you had ever encountered it.

“You’ll be fine,” You whispered to him, leaning down and planting a kiss on his forehead. 

Jamie was hoisted into the air before being moved to the gurney, where he was secured with even more straps, It was weird to watch, but only because it was him. Trying to be helpful, while also not ready to part from him yet, you grabbed the heart monitor and walked alongside, the weight making you waddle slightly to keep up. Sam and Isaac were still following at the head and doing the jobs you had assigned them, as the two medics pushed the gurney towards the ambulance. The cot was secured to the loader before Jamie was lifted in the air seamlessly at the press of a button. One of the medics took over for Sam and Isaac, the two of the stepping to the side while anxiously continuing to watch. The other medic took the heart monitor from you and set it inside the back of the ambulance before shutting the doors. 

Go.

Go with them.

But you can’t. 

Because one hurt player doesn’t absolve your responsibility to the rest.

As the ambulance pulled out of the garage off the side of the pitch, lights immediately turned on, a hand gripped your shoulder and gave a light squeeze. Even as the doors closed, you could still hear the scream of the sirens echoing off the walls as the ambulance pulled out of the stadium and carried him away.

“Alright,” Roy said, to you as well as to Sam and Isaac. “Let’s go.”

You looked back a few times as Roy led you back down the pitch. Somewhere in your heart, you believed that maybe it was a mistake, and the doors would open and Jamie would run out with a big smile, laughing as he explained it was all one big joke.

No such thing happened though, as you resumed your place at the staging area, a bowling ball in your stomach, and stabbing pain in your chest.

~

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Falling for you || [Spencer Reid x F!Reader]

A/N: Thanks to @siriusori0nblack for giving me this idea. I just feel Spencer would be bad at ice skating because look at him. It is such a cute idea and gave me some spark to write it. Please don't forget to like and reblog if you want to show your support! I am still taking requests too if people have them.

Tags: established relationship, Spencer can’t skate, fluff, ice skating, clumsy people, teaching Spencer to skate, cheesy joke at the end.

Word count: 1,5K

There was noise all around you, lights blinked above and christmas music played over the speakers lining the skating rink. Your nose was tinged red from the chill in the air. A giggle escaped your lips as you saw Spencer cling on to the skate trainer like his life depended on it. Hunched over because it was too small for his tall frame. It was a sight to behold. Struggling to push off without his feet sliding away from his body. The contrast of a ‘classic Reid outfit’ as you called it to the setting he was in was a perfect contradiction. Where you had a history of going skating with your family Spencer never had the opportunity, it was adorable and just a little bit funny.

You skated over with ease, thinking about putting him out of his misery and getting off the ice for a while. Clearly he was not made for the intricacies of ice skating. Maybe you were craving hot chocolate too. “Spence.” You said his name, having to hold back the giggle as you watched him catch himself again. “Y/N.” He looked up from his hunched position, a smile crossing his lips as he saw you. “I’m here to save you. Let’s get a hot chocolate?” You said, placing a hand over one of his. He was holding onto the trainer with force, perhaps too scared to let go. “Please, I’d love to leave the ice.” His voice was filled with relief at the idea of getting off the slippery surface for at least a little while. His breath came out in little clouds in the air, his nose tinged red just like yours and cheeks looked red from the cold. He looked stunning like that, eyes filled with relief and happiness, big pools of chocolate you could get lost in. You went to stand next to him, skating together at snail pace so Spencer wouldn’t fall over. Your hand still over his, fingers slightly tinged red from the cold but the warmth underneath from Spencer’s hand was working well to counteract it. “Your hands are freezing.” Spencer remarked and you rolled your eyes. “That’s why I want to get hot chocolate, I need to warm up a bit.” You spoke as you stepped off the ice carefully, putting Spencer’s skate trainer away to the side as he held on to the side railing. You held out your hand for him to grab, supporting him as he got off the ice. He quickly moved his hand from yours to your shoulder, using you to stabilize himself as you walked to the little canteen where they served numerous hot beverages and snacks. It smelled like wood fire and coffee in the area, it was considerably warmer than in the rink too and your fingers started to tingle because of the change in temperature. You walked with Spencer to a table, letting him take a seat before asking “Hot chocolate? Or something else?” “Hot chocolate sounds great.” He smiled, taking off the slightly ragged and well worn scarf he’d been wearing all day. You walked to the counter, ordering two drinks and when they were handed to you you walked back to the table. Taking a seat opposite from Spencer and handing him the steaming mug of chocolatey goodness. “Thank you.” He smiled happily, wrapping his hands around the cup to warm them up. You mirrored his movement, doing the same to warm up your freezing fingers. “No problem.” You replied, your smile matching his.

“Do you still want to skate after we’re done?” Spencer questioned as you had just taken a sip of your drink. Feeling the warmth seep into your body and help with regaining some of the heat in your cold limbs. You nodded your head yes, “If you’re okay with that. We can skate together, I can help you out.” The words were filled with kindness, it would be a lot more fun to skate with him without the dang trainer in the way. “I know, I’m terrible at it. I don’t think the ice agrees with me.” Spencer chuckled a bit, there was a hint of self deprecation in there that you didn’t really like. “You’re not terrible, you are learning.” You corrected him. “And, I would rather have you take it slow without the stupid trainer so I can be close to you.” You added and smiled into your cup taking another sip. He smiled back at that, a tinge of pink dusting his cheeks at your blatant need to be close to him. “Alright.” He mumbled a bit shyly. 

After finishing your drinks you got back up and to the ice, the cold was a stark contrast to the heated canteen you were just in. You shivered slightly and before you even knew it Spencer was wrapping his scarf around you. “You should have said you were cold before. I could have given it to you sooner.” He said as he tied it closed. It was warm and smelled of Spencer, like coffee and his slightly sweet cologne. “Thank you.” You said and leaned up slightly, pressing a kiss to his lips gently, tasting the hot chocolate on them. His cheeks tinged pink again as you pulled away, he leaned down as you did, chasing your lips with his. Another soft kiss as he gently pulled you a bit closer. A single hand moving down and resting on your hip. When he pulled away he smiled, still ever so close he tucked a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, his warm fingers grazing the side of your face. You gently took his hand, “Let’s go, before we’re standing here kissing the entire time.” You joked, making Spencer chuckle a bit in turn. “I’m probably better at that than ice skating.” He said and you laughed softly. 

You pulled him along, back to the ice and foregoing the skate trainer. Instead you held out both hands, skating backwards as you pulled Spencer along. He was a bit unstable, yet focussing on each other seemed to help with him staying upright. You started off slow, skating backwards with minimal force and pulling him along. “Bend your knees a little.” You commented, seeing as his locked knees made it easier for him to fall over. He nodded his head, bending a little and following your lead. There was an immediate change, he seemed more stable and you dared to skate a bit faster. Quickly looking behind you just to check you weren’t going to run into anything or anyone. You felt Spencer tug on your hands, losing his balance and you quickly turned your head back to look at him, to catch him if necessary. You saw him move forward, quickly pushing your hands under his arms to hopefully stabilize him. He let out a breathy laugh as he found his footing again. You laughed in turn, holding his elbows until he scootched back slightly to hold your hands again. “See? You’re getting better.” You encouraged. 

“At Least I kept standing this time.” Spencer added, nodding his head, his eyes cast down to his skates before looking back up at you. “Which is an improvement.” you countered as you gained some momentum skating backwards again. “When you push off, push your feet slightly to the side instead of straight back.” You corrected him, and watched him apply your critique to his technique. You kept your arms engaged, letting Spencer push you instead of pulling him along. It was slow and steady, but it was clear he was getting the hang of it. Slowly gaining speed. “Look at you go!” You beamed at him. Which seemingly distracted him for just a moment, causing him to lose his balance again.

This time you weren’t quick enough to catch him. Spencer let go of your hands as he tumbled towards the ice. Giving you a push backwards and causing you to lose your own balance in the process. Your ass hit the ice as you saw Spencer reach out to you, trying to lessen your fall while also trying to catch himself. His hands hit the ice either side of your waist as you both landed. Luckily, you weren’t going fast so the fall to the ice didn’t hurt, it just surprised you. His eyes were wide, waiting to see your reaction, if you were hurt because of him. Small clouds of breath formed between you two as you held back a laugh. Your right hand comes up to cover your mouth to hide it from Spencer.

“I think I just fell for you again.” Spencer murmured a bit sheepishly after realizing you weren’t hurt. Laughter bubbled up faster than you could cover it, lowering your hand to allow it to burst out. Spencer laughed with you, starting to move from his spot and get up from the ice. Holding out his hand to help you up, like you had held out your hand to help him off the ice. Dusting some of the ice off of his jacket you smiled, regaining your composure from your laughter before.

“And I fell for you.”

[herri-writes]

少女レイ

Eichi Tenshouin x Reader (F) (!)

Note: I am shitting tears writing this. I need my angst demons so bad for this. After hearing Eguchi's cover, this made me think of him singing this song and looked for the lyrics. Should I make a WataEi version of this? Hm... It's an absolute mess but EichiP's and fineP's, please prepare tissues for early preparations.

A script written by Wataru Hibiki, as what the author's name was written on the cover. He opened it and flipped the pages of the script he had on his hand. He cleared his throat and read a few lines.

"It's that time of the season again..." Eichi muttered as he gazed at the window from the music room of Ensemble Square. He could only reminisce the memory of the war, where he is the only witness of everything you were involved in.

"Summer finally arrived. The emperor sat on his new throne at his new kingdom."

"Summer finally arrived. He remembered that it was nearly summer when finally fell down from his own tyranny in the past year."

"Summer finally arrived..." He paused, and continued.

"And his memories haunted him— his memories of his past." From two years ago. He continued in his mind.

"Thus, a tale of the emperor and the lost has been uncovered and told! Let the curtains arise to reveal the truth!" He ended it quietly and read it silently as he let out a small chuckle. "Classic Wataru..."

What he didn't know that it was meant to be written for him, for the one who reigned till this day.

And the main reason you disappeared.

(Your) instincts start to go crazy, like a cornered mouse

The memories of the war remained fresh and it made him unable to sleep on those nights. Even in the hospital, he became restless even if his body screamed and begged for him to sleep.

Now, standing in an abyss of despair, you jumped into the railway crossing

And he remembered how you disappeared that summer and never returned.

He is someone you knew in the hospital. You were there due to your chronic illness. You knew him because you met him there once. Your time is ticking to a stop soon but you tried to prevent it from stopping the hands of the clock. You aren't ready to leave.

It's because of him, because of Eichi Tenshouin.

"Eichi, are you really my friend?" You asked and chuckled in response.

"Yes, you’re my friend, so take my hand," Eichi said. But behind the true meaning of those words are: "Yes, you’re alone, you've got nowhere to go, do you?"

He remembered the time when the war is still there. He knew how broken you were when he knew you're attempting to meet your end.

He remembered that you're always alone.

"—But with things like this, we’re able to love each other." He thought of the words you once told him. Was it really love when he never felt such thing? Was your love between him one sided? Was this love fake? Yes.

Eichi remembered what he exactly had told Wataru about what happened to you back then when he is in the infirmary.

It repeats again;

A flashback, which Eichi clearly remembered. "The buzzing cicadas… And you, who will never come back." Eichi muttered.

He clenched his hand and held it closer to his chest, where his heart is. "Our matching keychains are being torn apart for all eternity." And he opened his hand, where it revealed two keychains, matched and meant to be paired for you and him.

He remembered the day when he saw your bag near the railway crossing. The keychain hanging on the sling of your bag and the colors faded. The cardigan and your uniform blazer placed on your bag, telling that you left it there on purpose.

"The girl with her pale white skin that the summer got rid of..." He broke down and shed tears. "I find myself wanting to be possessed by her so much it brings me to tears..."

My true nature starts to break loose at the start of September, marked by the ringing of chimes.

Eichi confessed everything what had happened. "A flower vase placed on the next target, and the one who started it..." He tried not to say it and failed to do so. "...was me"

"I never wanted to do it but instead, I still did. I know they hated me and will always hate me."

"It’s true, you’re to blame—" Wataru said and was followed by mere silence.

Eichi repeated his words whenever you looked down in the past. "Just look at me and me only."

"It’s true, you want someone to help you, don't you?" Is what he had told you back then. He indeed helped you to recover and became a student of Yumenosaki. He is the reason why you're alive.

But in the end, you're gone.

He remembered the day when you told him that you'll take him to see the ocean on the other side of the railway crossing. A change of scenery won't hurt, you say.

But you left before him.

He was too late to reach you. He ran towards the other side of the railway crossing and never cared if his illness attacks him like a predator. As he reached the shore, he saw your shoes close to the drifting waters of the sea. The footprints that was washed away by the waters were evident that you were gone for long.

"Going to the sea makes you feel alive. How about going there together. You'll love the water."

The sea took your life and you are gone forever.

I gently place a kiss on your drowning hands

He remembered how cold your hands are. And it was even colder after he found your cold body they fished out of the sea. He touched it carefully and held it gently.

He remembered how loud the alarm of the railway crossing is when it's faint to hear from the seashore, the constant buzzing of the cicadas, and the calm waves of the sea. He never cared about anything around him since all he could think is just you gone on that day.

Those faintly smiling beasts dig their nails into (you) until their hearts are refreshed, and now your skirt is uneven.

When he first saw you in a complete mess, you cowered yourself at the corner, like a cornered mouse. He knows that you were ruined by them, completely ruined by the system in life.

A scream that seemed as though it cut off the silence of summer echoes through the classroom, in the window was the first time he once heard from you before all of those traumatic incidents that made his heart beated rapidly that caused him to faint. And the last thing he saw before he fainted is the blue sky that you once loathed in the past.

"You're my friend..." Is the last words he had heard from you before you disappeared.

Your words that he vividly remembered, will always haunt him in his nightmares.

The ghost of his past showed up in his dreams and his reality. Whenever he walked at the halls of Yumenosaki, all he could see is you anywhere, haunting him. He felt safe in Ensemble Square but not for long. He will always be haunted at the sight of your gone like the wind.

That ghost, is you.

"Of course, you're my friend, so take my hand..." He remembered what he had told you and continued, "Of course, you’re gone, and I’ve got nowhere to go..."

You crossed the border between life and death— the world you called transparent over and over.

"If we were able to love each other in that transparent world—" Your voice remained in his memories. He, who know nothing about love always remembered these lingering lines of yours in his deepest memories.

Eichi knows the narrative lines will come to an end. And yet, he still read it.

He let out his hand and continued, "The words of the emperor repeated that the jester will remember for eternity; It repeats again;"

A flashback, which it deeply frightens him to the core.

The buzzing cicadas… And you, who will never come back

"The day the lost bade them their last untold farewell to the emperor was forgotten by all but remembered by him and him alone. The cicadas who deafened their farewell signed that they'll never return."

Our matching keychains are being torn apart for all eternity

"A piece remained in their own history remained intact yet broken. To which the emperor kept it safely in his hands."

"He lamented, "The girl with that pale white skin that the summer got rid of... I find myself wanting to be possessed by her so much it makes me sad..." and was never written in history for it was burned and left forgotten."

"The emperor found his happy ending but the lost will never find peace till the end of time." And he closed the script like nothing had happened.

You were just transparent, and pointed at me

There he saw your transparent form, clear and vivid. The sight of your pale skin and bluish lips frightened him to the core. Your finger pointed directly to him, which that made him weak in his knees out of sheer fear.

W/N:

Haha. Tangina. *hip thrusts*

Neways I made this yesterday and I'm in crack mode. Haha he died/j

[wrenoxford]

Wren’s Tattoo Meanings

Q and a diamond in red that symbolize a Queen of Diamonds- Wren got this after they produced their first album to celebrate themselves. She felt that she was becoming the queen of the world with all the access to riches (diamonds) that she could ever wish for.

“I’m a loser baby”- This a reference to Beck’s 1994 song “Loser” which they absolutely adore.

“NIGHTMARE”- This is a reference to one of her songs where she said “Someone like me/ can be a real nightmare, completely aware/ But I’d rather be a real nightmare, than die unaware, yeah/ Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware/ But I’m glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers.”

“999″- Wren got this tattoo to remind herself to be fully conscious every minute as she feels that nine for her means completeness, and for her that would look like being so mentally well that a moment is just… a moment.

“Life’s a Mess”- This tattoo is before the “999″ tattoo, and it was intended to be alone, but Wren decided that she wanted to add an answer to life being a mess. If it’s a mess, she should be conscious and aware at each of those moments.

“17″ with Dark Blue Lining and Teal Center- In a period of uncertainty if she was doing the right thing getting on Youtube, Wren pulled Tarot cards to give her a sense of guidance, and The Star card seemed to fly right at her as she was shuffling. It was then that she knew she was on the right track. The Star card is the 17th card in the tarot deck.

XXX- Wren has always railed against people expecting everyone  to be perfect, and once they heard their step-father say that Wren should have a sign on theme at all time that warned people that they  were explicit. She thought this was funny and tattooed herself with the  explicit symbol.

Line Drawing of Roses- they just  thought it was a pretty design, and they wanted to have something  elegant.

Self portrait of themselves with  the word ‘EVERYTHING’- This is a reminder to themselves that  they have to be everything. That there isn’t going to be anyone to save  or drive them.

Sheet music in black ink- this obviously symbolizes the work that she does every day. It’s a celebration of that which makes her happiest in life.

Ombre red and grey image of Mars- Mars was the god of war in Roman mythology, and for Wren it meant to keep fighting every day for what she wants.

“Heaven in Hiding”- this is a reference to a song on her first album titled that.

A Frowning Ghost- The ghost doesn’t mean anything. Just a neat tattoo

Line Drawing of Match with Red Tip-  Wren randomly selected a couple of their fans to get matching  matchstick tattoos with them, they’re each going to add a flame once  they’ve accomplished something major.

Horseshoe-  In tattoo culture, you’re not supposed to tattoo a horseshoe upside down because it means all the luck is spilling out, so it’s actually bad  luck. they got an upside-down horseshoe to signify that they don’t  need luck.

Pair of Jeans with Playboy Icon on Butt-  Wren thinks playboy magazines are neat, and they have always wanted to be on one.

“Sins” and “Forgiveness” on either side of Balance-  It’s a reminder to Wren that forgiving herself will always help  balance out the damage of her sins. She still has trouble believing  this, but is there to help remind her.

“No Face” from Spirited Away-  This movie was one of Wren’s favorite movies to watch with their father.

“These violent delights have violent ends”- This quote is a reference to something that Friar Laurence says to Romeo  in Romeo and Juliet. It meant that the violent (extreme) desires of  Romeo and Juliet was always going to end in ruin, and Wren has  always felt that was how her romantic life had gone.

Butterfly-  Butterflies became an integral image in her second album.

Brat-  This is a reference to how her father would lovingly call her a brat when she was young.

“The Crazy Kind”-  This was a lyric that they had in their song, “Him and I”.

“f”-  F is for focus. It’s the tattoo Wren touches when she is anxious.

“Serendipity”-  Serendipity is a word that means ‘a happy accident’” to Wren. This was how her birth father explained her existence, because he and her mother didn’t realize they wanted a forever kid until they met her. It was an accident, but he seemed to have thought of her as a happy one. This was how she wanted to remember him. Happy.

“BABY”-  Look sometimes a person needs to have a little fun.

Four Leaf Clover-  You gotta be pretty lucky to see this tattoo ;)

“HOPELESS”-  This is a reference to her second album.

“Four elements” inspired by Little Prince-  The cactus symbolizes loneliness and the desert the main characters were  in, the fox represents the fox in the story what helped the Little  Prince see the value of his rose, the volcano symbolizes the volcanoes  on the home planet of the Little Prince, and the rose symbolizes the  vain, fragile rose that the Little Prince cared so much about.

Dagger on Calf-  The dagger is to remind themselves that they can be dangerous, but that  they can also be incredibly delicate- and both can be true.

“13″ Dagger on Thigh-  Much like Judas Iscariot arriving as the 13th person at the feast with Jesus, Wren has always felt a bit like a bad omen amongst the ‘families’ she’s been part of. She feels like the dagger that always brings things down.

Mouths Kissing- Wren just thought this was pretty.

“POOR THING” bandaid-  She kept hurting her knees as a child, so she eventually got this as a sort of joke to herself.

“SEEDS”-  Wren liked to think of it as her planting seeds with every step.

“NCF”-  Wren got this tattoo with a fan. It was her fan’s initials. Her fan has “RPC” and an anchor on their foot.  

[xleeleeboox]

Devil in Bed

Warnings: fem implied reader (body parts for sex of course) SMUT MINORS DNI please

We got some kinks in here a slight perv!eddie a little bit of jealous!eddie, Eddie and reader dressed as devils and he thinks it’s hot, teasing, after care and all that, consuming drugs and alcohol, p in v sex, oral f rec, fingering, protected sex.... not proof read lol

2.9k words (you’re welcome i had some special snacks before writing this lmao) 

The music to the party was absolutely blaring through the speakers, almost deafeningly. Colored disco lights and colored LED lights were flashing all over the place, fog machine fanning out a think layer of fog. Fake spiders decorated every surface along with fake webs and bats. Skeletons were hung up on the walls and in the yard outside with little pumpkin and ghost figurines on all of the surfaces that the spiders didn’t take up. And a table left out in the middle of the dining room filled with homemade snacks like cookies shaped like pumpkins and bowls of candy chips pretzels and snacks.

Of course you can’t forget about the drinks a special homemade punch made by the best friend of the person throwing the party God knows who that is now. Inside the punch bowl was a red liquid filled with ice cubes and candy eyeballs and of course it was baked with about five bottles of whatever he could find in the kitchen at the time.

Some popular guy and his best friend decided to throw a massive Halloween party this year considering that it fell on the weekend more specifically on a Friday night. Students could go to school and get themselves hyped up and then go home and get all dressed up in their costumes and some of them took their little kids out trick-or-treating if they needed to.

But once everything got dark and chilly most of the seniors from the high school and some of the juniors gathered at this one house in particular to participate in said party. There was lots of music and lots of alcohol and lots of weed so of course everyone was having a grand old time. Tomorrow you and Eddie were gonna go to a pumpkin patch and pick up a bunch of extra pumpkins after they go on sale after Halloween and spend all day carving even more.

Speaking of Eddie he finally agreed to come to a party with you. But that was because that you agreed to have a matching costume with him. Of course both of you decided to dress up like demons. You know with the horns in the little tails and the pitch forks and whatnot.

Eddie wore his usual clothes but just tossed on a few extra accessories. But he found it incredibly hot what you did with your costume. You of course had bold red eyeshadow and bold red lips and your hair done all nice. Tight black pants with your Hellfjre t shirt and a leather jacket, trying to match with Eddie the best you could. But instead you wore a nice pair of red heels to go along.

For some reason this did it for Eddie. Not the way you fixed your hair by flipping your head over and shaking it everywhere like you were head banging to the music he was playing. Then flipping it back up, mercilessly staring him down in the mirror as he was somewhere behind you, checking you out. Not the way you casually undressed yourself and changed clothes after school with him in the room. Not the way you lined your lips in red in the mirror. But that outfit made you more confident to mingle around and loosen up.

You have seduced Eddie before, and it’s worked every time. But this was different. This was a tease. You knew what you wanted from him and you had to let him know, this is how you let him know. Thankfully, the message was received.

This had Eddie popping a semi before he could even get out of the car. You stopped in the hallway mirror for the second time that evening at the party to check your hair and lipstick. Every once in a while fixing your bra to accentuate your chest more. For Eddie of course. We wouldn’t want him getting possessive now would we?

Eddie spied another guy looking at you from a distance, checking you out. So he walked right up to you and places his hand on your waist, moving it’s way down to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. Maybe we do.

It wasn’t long until Eddie starting becoming more handsy, running his fingers along your figure, tracing your thighs, seeing how far he can go up before you tense. He did it for the third time, all the way up, almost touching the right place, before sinfully pulling away with a smirk.

“I’m gonna go upstairs to the bathroom, okay?” You whispered in Eddie’s ear, kissing his cheek leaving a red lip stain behind. Everyone was outside around a fire eating candy they took from their siblings and sharing scary stories. Eddie can feel his semi wake up yet again.

He gives it a few minutes before he decides to get up and go inside defined the bathroom that you must’ve went into. After knocking on one bathroom on the main floor he goes up a level and knocks on the bathroom door that hallway to which you open. Can you grab his belt buckle and pull him inside the bathroom with you.

He immediately grabbed your hips and lives you on top of the sink counter squeezing your hips in your waist while quickly pressing his lips to yours in greed. Oh God he wants to do this but probably not here right now. But he lets it carry on for as long as you wanted to carry on for. You run your hands all up and down his body, hands on his waist and rubbing his back. To him that feels the best, especially with a little bit of your nails.

Your mouth slots over Eddie’s almost perfectly and neither of you could get enough. The kiss itself was a straight up make out, hot, wet, and messy. You didn’t like messy. Unless it was Eddie making you messy. So this your could deal with, but the lipsticks gotta come off.

“Wait wait, mmm hold on baby, hold on.” You pull away from him taking a breath, grabbing a fissure and wiping off what you can of your lipstick. Taking the tissue and doing the same for him, leaving the mark on his cheek. Eddie places his hands back on you and pull you towards him grinding his bulge onto your lower abdomen. He presses open mouth kisses on your mouth, continuing his rutting.

“Mmmm okay, I can’t do this here and I can’t wait until the party is over Munson, you gotta take me home, now.” You moaned into his mouth.

“Yes ma’am,” he pulls the keys out of his tightened pockets “your chariot awaits.” He gives a goofy grin, eyes flashing something mischievous.

The ride in the van on your way back to Eddie’s trailer was nothing, other than the fact you two kept looking at each other giggling with his hand on your thigh squeezing further up. You pull into his parking spot in front of his trailer and quickly jump out of the van making your way to the door while Eddie comes running up to unlock it and open it for you two.

Eddie quickly takes a look around to see if Wayne is here and of course he’s not he’s out working his shift and Eddie secretly thanks Wayne in his mind. He pulls your hand directly down the hall into his room and pushes you down on to his bed. Eddie crawls on top of you straddling your hips on both sides so you’re stuck in between his legs while he holds your wrists up by your head.

Eddie continues making out with you just like before as if he hasn’t seen you in weeks. When in fact he’s been spending so much time with you that you have quite a few of your belongings stuck into a permanent place in his room. Every once in a while he looks up when he takes a breath and sees some thing of yours sitting somewhere in his room and it makes him get this warm feeling in his stomach.

It reminds him that you’re his and that he is yours. But tonight he wants to focus on addressing how you were teasing him all day long. The way you did your hair in your make up and how you got dressed in front of him the dancing at the party along with a drinking and honestly smoking too. Throughout all of your activities with Eddie both of your devil horns managed to stay on but you both took the tails off as soon as you come to the house.

Eddie presses hot kisses down your throat, his saliva glistening is patches on your neck and the chilly air hits it. You let out sighs the further down he gets, and more layers he’s taking off. The jackets from both of you are gone now, along with shoes and belts and jewelry that might get in the way, along with your lipstick, mostly.

But that doesn’t last very long as Eddie lifts your shirt up to see you wearing a red lacy bra. He freezes looking at you with his hands resting on the sides of your rib cage.

“Oh god damn.” Eddie moaned out at you.

“I don’t think the work of god is here tonight Ed’s. I mean look at you, dare I say devilishly handsome.” You tease him a little more, tugging on his neck to pull him back down. Eddie chuckles at this, thinking about the costumes you both had put together, that mad everything more hot to him.

“You know, as much as I love talking to you and telling you how how you are, I’m actually gonna shut up and just show you because I cannot wait any longer.” He gets out in a breathy voice taking off his top and reaching for his belt.

You stop him, “Nuh-uh you know this is my favorite part babe.” But he let’s go and your fingers start making work with a buckle pulling the belt through done buttoning and unzipping his pants pulling them off all the way and him stepping out of them completely. The tent in his pants is much more noticeable now that it’s not being pushed down by the skinny jeans.

He und does the button in zipper on your jeans and you shimmy out of them while he’s pulling them down revealing a matching lacy red pair of panties to go with your bra. Another sound comes from him and he dives down to your stomach, kissing and licking all the way down to your soaked panties. Your wetness has been looking there for hours. And he can tell when he moves them aside, how warm and wet the material is.

The panties are to the side now and Eddie places kisses up and down the sides and the slit of your pussy, taking his time in teasing you now. You let out more sighs and moans, telling him he’s doing good. He continues on to press kisses to your clit, occasionally sticking out his tongue to get a reaction from you, moaning and relishing in the taste. He licks from your entrance all the way up to your clit again, doing that over and over while circling it and pressing his tongue in your entrance.

He slips a finger in slowly, “mmm baby” you moan out.

“Is this what you like pumpkin? When I have my fingers stuck up inside you?” You let out another noise of pleasure, thankful for what he’s doing. You wiggle around a little to get him to go faster, to get a little more. Seeing you try this drove Eddie over the wall, stopping and kissing you again. He takes your bra off and he latched on to a breast and takes a nipple into his mouth, using his tongue to play with it.

You tug on Eddie’s hair and he groans agains your breast, a small tickle left behind. He changed breasts as you stroke as squeeze his arms trying to get him to come back ip so you can take his boxers off. He does just that.

“As much as I love seeing you in this pretty red lace my little devil, I would much rather see my love completely exposed to me.” He grins cheekily to you, gripping on the lace and pulling it down your plush thighs and tossing them somewhere you won’t be able to find them, you probably won’t have a matching set after this and you might not get those panties back anytime soon.

Your kissing down Eddie’s neck trying your best to leave bruises behind but everything is moving so fast because Eddie just doesn’t want to wait. He reaches over to the night stand, grabbing a condom and rolling it on. He pumps a few times because he wants to feel you all hot and wet around him already.

He runs the tip of his cock up and down your pussy, circling the clit a few times get you more worked you and impatient. You whine out, “Eddie, please please”

“Please what? My little devil” he smirks to your state right now.

“p-please I need you inside” he circles your clit again with his tip, him leaning close into your ear, you can’t hear his breathing in your ear he’s that close. “Please I want you to fuck me with your cock please Eddie I need it” you pout, and Eddie let’s out a pleased little sigh.

“Since my sweetheart asked so nicely” and he pushed into your entrance, slowly, inch by inch until he’s in all the way. Staying outside there for your food adjust but apparently you don’t need it because you whine out.

“I think you’re the devil now, I need you to move Eddie, please” you pout and look up to him with puppy eyes and of course he can’t resist you. He sets a medium pace to start with and slowly build his way up to harder and faster thrusts.

“God damn baby, ugh fuck” he groans out “you’re so wet baby, doin so good for me mkay?” You whine out more time this your whole body feeling hot inside and tingly inside the inside. It isn’t enough though.

“Eddie I-I need m-more please” you manage to drag out. He just smirks and says “I know” and places his thumb on your clit, movement mimicking before. Now the wet sounds fill the room, both of you panting and moaning and faint Halloween music playing outside from some neighbor having a party.

He keeps a steady pace doing this, know how long it takes takes to build you home like this before pulling away, teasing your more. You let out a loud whine again, mad about the lost orgasm he almost brought you through.

“Fuck baby I need to keep hearing you sound like that’s for me okay? You can’t do that for me right?” Eddie says. You nod up and down quickly giving Eddie the okay or go on.

“Mmmm that’s it sweetheart just like that” he moans out at you clenching around him. It pulls him closer to the edge. “I’m close angel I’m so close ugh fuck” he lets out. He keeps rubbing your clit while thrusting in and out with your wetness seeping out more and more.

“Oh babe I’m close I’m clo-“ “ugh I’m cumming you’re gonna make me cum eds” you say at these same time. Simultaneously you both snap and let the orgasms wash over the both of you in immense waves. Panting out with a dry mouth, Eddie pulls out and takes off the condom disposing of it. Leaning over and giving you more kisses up your neck to your lips.

“Hang on.” He puts his finger up and runs for the bathroom wiping off himself. Then grabbing a glass of water for you, and pulls out a warm wet rag and cleans you up, pulling you up from the bed so you could go to the bathroom. In the meantime he grabs himself a glass of water and pulls the devil horns off of his head tossing it onto the counter.

He goes back to his room and picks up the clothes of yours that he flung all over the place and put them on a chair in the corner of his room. He spies the red panties and quickly picks them up and tuxed them away in a drawer.

Once you are both done drinking your water and what not you both plop down onto the bed together. Eddie pulls you into him and you toss the sheets over the both of you to cover yourself naked bodies. It wasn’t wasn’t often that you two slept naked after having sex but this time it was appreciated considering it was late and you weren’t both not completely sober.

You pause for a second, “I thought I wasn’t your little devil?” You said looking you for him with a fake confused look and a smile. He looked around your for a moment “at the end you called me angel, which is it lover boy? Angel or the devil?”

“You got a naughty side and a heavenly side, you’re both.” He shrugged with a smirk, closing his eyes to sleep. You shrugged too “I thought I looked hot as a devil, then again I didn’t copy you.” It was your turn to smirk and Eddie gave you a light little pinch and you giggled at him, pressing one more kiss to his lip s.

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Finished! I haven’t written smut until a LONG time please I appreciate constructive criticism thank youuu 💗

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Kiss It Better

Tig Trager x F!Reader

Request by @winchestershiresauce​: Could I request the prompt "I'm gonna pretend I didn't just see that" with Tig and a younger woman? Maybe somebody in the club's friend or sister?

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injuries, steamy things

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: This is my first fic like this for Tig, and I have to admit I had such a blast writing it haha. I was rewatching the pilot the other day for ~research purposes~ and the fight scene with him and Happy seemed like such a good little piece of inspo for this. Hope you enjoy it! xo

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When you got to the clubhouse, the chaos was already well underway. Music was blaring from the inside while there were a bunch of people gathered around the boxing ring outside. You had to walk a little closer to figure out who it actually was in the ring, but once you did you couldn’t pretend that you weren’t intrigued, and also a little concerned.

Walking over, you found Jax by the corner of the ring. He was shouting directions to both the men in the ring, which you found to be quite amusing because Jax had never coached anyone a day in his life. Over the years there were a lot of things that you’d trusted him with, but you don’t know if this would’ve been one of them. You’d seen him fight, and he wasn’t the most calculated fighter, which lead you to believe that maybe he shouldn’t be the one to dole out advice. Still, given your current company, you figured he couldn’t make things worse. Clay must’ve been busy if Jax was the first line of defense.

“I thought you were just the towel boy?” you said with a laugh as you stood next to him.

He laughed as he draped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in, “Doesn’t matter what I say anyway, not like either of them is gonna listen.”

“Tig and Happy? Not listening to you? Say it ain’t so,” you chuckled.

He shook his head, “Yea, I’m sure you’re real surprised,” he peeled his eyes away from the ring to look at you for a moment, “Didn’t think you were gonna make it?”

You shrugged, flashing him a quick grin, “Like I ever stay away,” a bell rang and Happy and Tig walked to their respective corners. You looked at Jax, confusion written on your face, “Rounds? Thought this shit was doghouse rules.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Not with these two psychopaths.”

Tig leaned over the ropes, allowing Chibs to clean up the blood on his face and to give him a sip of water. He was trying to take a deep breath when he saw you standing, leaning into Jax’s side. Despite the blood leaking from the cut above his eyebrow, he shot you a smile, “Hey, doll, finally taking up my offer to be a ring girl?”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t not laugh, “Why don’t you focus on not letting Hap knock you out?”

“You’d take care of me if he did though, right?” he smirked, and you hated that you felt your face start to get warm.

You nodded towards the ring, “Don’t let him bust up that pretty face of yours any more than he already has, Trager.”

He laughed before getting tossed back into the throws of the match with Happy. You could feel Jax’s eyes on you as you watched the two men in the ring, and you fought to keep a straight face and not acknowledge the look on his face. You weren’t a stranger to the club by any means, which meant you knew more than your fair share about everyone involved—one of the perks of being so close with Jax. It was for that exact reason that he was staring at you trying to figure out why you were entertaining the back and forth with Tig, and why you almost seemed like you were enjoying it.

“Your fighter is about to get his ass kicked, coach,” you nodded towards the ring.

Jax looked back up at the ring just in time to see Tig take a solid left hook to the face. Jax cringed slightly, shaking his head before shouting, “Use your goddamn feet, Tig! Get out of the way!” his voice dropped so only you could hear, “Jesus Christ.”

You laughed, “Happy’s a tough son of a bitch. He might get the best of your boy.”

Jax looked over at you, letting out a dry chuckle, “Tig has never been my boy.”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s not that bad.”

“He’s insane, you know.”

“You all are,” you laughed. Cupping your hands around your mouth, you shouted above the noise, “Beat his ass, Trager!”

It wasn’t likely that your encouragement had anything to do with the change in the tides of the fight, but you were going to pretend that maybe it did. Within seconds, Tig was walking himself in and throwing haymakers like there was no tomorrow. If it had been a real fight, it wouldn’t have been the best strategy. But it was a clubhouse match. He backed Happy up into a corner, the entire crowd cheering loudly. It wouldn’t have mattered who was winning anyway, everyone just wanted to see some action.

“Alright, alright,” Jax reached over and gave Bobby a slap on the arm, “Break that shit up before someone loses a tooth or something.”

You laughed as Bobby ungracefully hopped up into the ring managing to pull the two men apart. Whatever they were sorting out in the ring immediately fell by the wayside when Bobby told them to call it quits. Both men immediately smiled, hugging each other as they laughed. It made you wish that you’d gotten there to see the fight all the way from the beginning.

“Alright, alright,” Bobby pushed them both towards the ropes, “Go get cleaned up. No bleeding all over the clubhouse.”

Both Happy and Tig were talking, laughing as they hopped down from the ring. Both men had towels chucked at them so that they could wipe the blood from their faces. The other men from the club who had been ringside watching them greeted them with hugs and claps on the back as the rest of the crowd began to disperse, heading towards the clubhouse or the other small clusters of people who were outside drinking and talking.

“Trager,” you spoke up when he was about to head towards the clubhouse to clean up and change. He turned to you, and you could tell by the smile on his face that he was about to make a slick, flirty comment. Before he could, you walked over and took the towel from his hands, pressing it to the cut above his eye that was still bleeding, “Quite the comeback, huh?”

Your eyes were focused on his cut, but his were focused on the concentrated expression on your face, “Couldn’t let my girl see me get my ass kicked, now could I?”

You laughed, cheeks feeling warmer by the second as you refused to make eye contact with him, “Your girl’s here tonight? I’d love to meet her,” pulling the towel off, your lips dipped into a frown when the cut continued to bleed, “Looks like that might need a couple stitches.”

“You know a good doctor?” he chuckled.

You smiled, shaking your head, “No, but I’ve been known to keep people from dying on occasion. You got a kit?”

“Yea,” he nodded towards the clubhouse, “keep one in my room.”

You arched an eyebrow, “Seems convenient.”

He laughed, “You asked if I had one, that’s where it is. Unless you wanna let me bleed out.”

Rolling your eyes, you gestured for him to start walking, “Alright, alright. Let’s go get you fixed up.”

You’d never been in Tig’s dorm, and you had to admit you expected it to be in way worse shape than it actually was. It was evident that he didn’t spend a whole lot of time there, which you supposed made sense. You still looked around though, poking through a few things that were on his nightstand and the top of his dresser.

He cleared his throat, not even trying to hide the smirk on his face when he caught you being a little nosey. Holding up the first aid kit, he passed it off to you, “This what you were looking for?”

You chuckled, nodding, “Yea, that’s it,” you motioned for him to sit on the edge of the bed before grabbing the chair by the door and pulling it over.

You sat in front of him, closer than you’d ever really been to him before. Your face felt hotter with every passing second, and the slick smirk on his face certainly didn’t help at all. He sat with his legs spread, so you carefully wedged yourself between them, ignoring the look in his eyes the closer you got to him. Reaching for his chin, you gently tilted his head down and to the side so you could get a better look at the cut above his eyebrow. Taking a deep breath in a vain attempt to focus, you grabbed a cotton ball and doused it in medical alcohol. Running it over the cut, you heard Tig wince.

“Hurt less when he hit me,” he chuckled.

You laughed, shaking your head, “Don’t turn into a drama queen on me now, Tig. I didn’t even start with the stitches yet.”

He laughed, but the two of you fell back into a comfortable silence as you finished cleaning the area you were going to be working on. You got all the materials together for his stitches, and you tried your best to do it while causing him as little pain as possible.

When the needle first punctured his skin, he cringed slightly, hand involuntarily reaching and gripping onto your leg just above your knee. It caused you to fumble, nearly dropping the thin needle between your fingers. You let out a slightly embarrassed chuckle and the smile that came across his face gave you feelings that you didn’t want to delve too deep into.

“I know that you’ve been through worse than this,” you told him as you continued to stitch him up.

He didn’t remove his hand from your leg, laughing, “Never thought that you were going to be the one hurting me. Makes it sting a little extra.”

You chuckled, “Imagine if I was trying to hurt you.”

He waited for you to make eye contact with him, “You wouldn’t.”

You let out a quiet hum as you finished off the small row of stitches, “Probably not.” Cupping his chin in your hand once more, you turned his head a bit so you could get a good look at your work. It wasn’t the same as what he would get at a hospital, but it was free and it did the trick, which was all he really needed, “I think you’ll live.”

“You gonna kiss it better?” Tig’s smirk made it hard to maintain eye contact with him.

Rolling your eyes, “Not with all that dried blood all over your face.”

He chuckled as he watched you get up and grab a washcloth to soak in warm water, “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

You laughed as you sat back down in your chair, “Come here, let me finish cleaning off your face.”

He leaned in, closing his eyes as you began to gently wipe away the blood, sweat, and grime from his face. For a fleeting moment you wondered when the last time someone was actually gentle with him.

The sentimental thought passed by quickly when Tig spoke up again, “You take care of everyone like this, or can you just not keep your hands off of me?”

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you slapped the damp rag against his chest, “You’re all cleaned up, Trager.”

You went to stand up, but he reached forward with both hands, gripping onto your thighs just enough to keep you seated in your chair. “You still gotta kiss it better.”

The smirk on his face let you know that if you really didn’t want to do this, you could get up and walk away with no repercussions. But the glint in his eyes told you that if there was any part of you that wanted this, wanted him, that now was your chance to do something about it. You could feel the grip of his fingertips through the denim that covered your legs, and it was impossible to deny the excitement that was coursing through you. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as you tried to will yourself to do something about all the thoughts and feelings you’d ever had about the man sitting in front of you, the man who was practically begging you to kiss him.

Despite everything you knew about him, all the reasons that this could end up being a really dumb idea, you leaned in and crashed your lips into his. You felt the slight jolt in his body, clearly he hadn’t been expecting you do actually do something, or to do it with so much enthusiasm. But there was no point in trying to hold back or play coy now. Your hands slid up to cradle his neck as you tried to convey every ounce of your excitement into the way you moved your lips against his.

Pulling away, he let out a breathy chuckle, “Didn’t think it was my lips that got hurt during the fight, sweetheart.”

Shaking your head, you got up from your chair and positioned yourself so that you were straddling his lap, hands planted firmly on his shoulders, “Shut up and kiss me.”

He opened his mouth to make another snarky remark but you didn’t give him the chance. Kissing him again, your hands tangled themselves into his hair, giving a slight tug and causing him to let out a moan that sent a wave of arousal through your entire body. His hands gripped tight onto your hips for a moment before sliding down and cupping your ass, pulling you as close to him as he could. He swallowed your moans as his tongue slid to meet yours, and for a moment you completely forgot about the rest of the world outside the two of you. You could feel the dampness from his shirt as his chest pressed flush against yours, the feel of his fingers kneading you through the rough fabric of your jeans.

You were about five seconds away from pushing him flat onto his back on the bed when another voice disrupted the entire mood of the room.

Jax appeared in the doorway, not realizing what he was walking into until it was too late, “Yo, Tig, Clay just—shit,” he shook his head and averted his eyes as he tried to pretend not to see you scrambling to get off of Tig’s lap. Despite the fact that both of you were still fully clothed, seeing his best friend with her tongue down Tig’s throat wasn’t exactly on his bucket list, and he refused to look at either of you, “Clay’s asking for you, bro.”

Tig chuckled, amused not only by Jax’s reaction, but yours. The woman who had all but pounced on him was now shrinking back, pinching the bridge of her nose as she avoided eye contact with both men in the room. He didn’t share your embarrassment at being caught, though. Leaning over, he nipped lightly where your neck met your shoulder before smoothing it over with a kiss, not offering up a verbal goodbye as he stood to leave.

Jax shook his head at him, “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just see that.”

Tig laughed, waiting for Jax to really look at him, “Oh, you definitely saw it, brother,” his laughter could be heard the entire time he walked down the hallway to go and meet up with Clay.

When you finally forced yourself to look up at Jax, he was standing there shaking his head, but even so there was the slightest hint of amusement on his face, “Really? Tig?”

You laughed, face heating up even more if that was even possible, “What can I say? I like ‘em a little crazy.”

Jax threw his arm around you when you walked over, “That might be more crazy than you can handle.”

“I think I’ll be alright,” you gnawed lightly at your bottom lip as you replayed everything in your head.

“Yea, just do us all a favor and shut the door next time, alright?”

You chuckled, “I’ll try to remember.”

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IMPATIENT.

PART II

Lee Know x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part I

Synopsis: You and Minho just couldn’t keep your eyes and hands off of each other. (3,5k words)

"I'll just wait in the car," you said through the phone.

You could hear Minho's heavy panting at the end of the line.

"Come up here, it's alright," he convinced you to come up to the dance studio he was practicing in instead of waiting in the car at the basement parking of the building.

"No, it's okay, I'll just wait here," you assured him because it already felt awkward being in his working vicinity.

He sighed through the phone,

"Wait there!" he said, then hung up the phone.

The call ended just like that, and you froze in the driver's seat thinking if you had just made him upset.

All the negative thoughts started rushing through your head, you unlocked your phone and considered giving him a call or a text, but with your brain in panic mode, you couldn’t come up with a solution.

You jolted when your phone vibrated in your hand and saw it was Minho calling, you immediately pressed accept.

"Where do you park?" He asked the second you picked up the call.

"C7," You replied.

Not long after, you saw Minho standing in front of the car, and you went frantic in your seat as if you had just got caught driving through the traffic lights.

You took a deep breath and got out of the car, walked up to him in sheer panic.

He grabbed your hand and led you to the back entrance of the building,

"There are only a few people in the building at this hour. You don't have to worry," he said.

He pushed the up button on the elevator and waited for it to arrive.

You saw a sheen layer of sweat on his forehead, and his hair was tousled. Suddenly, you felt bad for making him come down to pick you up at the parking lot.

"Are you mad?" You asked in a low voice.

He didn't reply but glared at you, you couldn’t lie but that stare of him is kind of deadly but also, sexy.

"I'm sorry," you sincerely apologized to him.

But his gaze at you didn't waver, so you stood on your tiptoe to kiss him on the mouth, "I'm really sorry," you muttered again.

The elevator arrived, and its door slid open, you got inside with him followed you from behind. Minho pushed the 7th floor and sighed, "You should do more than that if you want me to accept your apology," he said, along with a gentle squeeze on your hand.

Once you got in the dance studio, there were only a few people there, and one of them is his fellow member, Felix.

He waved his hand at you since you are well acquainted with each other already. You greeted everyone else in there as Minho did a quick introduction of them to you.

"Can you wait for another half an hour?" He asked you as you sat on the vinyl seat next to what you recognized are his belongings.

You nodded, "yeah sure, no worries," you told him as you got comfortable on the seat.

He picked a strand of hair and put it behind your ear, the gesture was simple, but the fact that he did it in front of other people made your heart skip a beat.

He smiled at you before turning around and back to his practice.

As you watched him practicing, dancing, and moving his body to match the music made you believe that he was born to do this. The way his expression changed based on the music amazes you. For how he could channel all those emotions through movement, and you as an awkward person on a daily basis, that is something that you can't find relatable. You never doubted his skill in the first place, he is doing what is he destined to do.

But these little details of him that you noticed on him when he was dancing: the piercing gaze, the way his muscles flexed as he moved, the way his jaw tensed, the drops of sweat flying off of his hair when he danced too hard and the way his chest heaving from running out of breath. Just everything made you inexplicably excited and amazed at once that you didn't realize you had been biting your lower lip too long it turned white.

Minho walked up to you in the middle of practice and took bottled water, he tilted his head upward to drink his water, and you saw beads of sweat rolling down his neck and the side of his face.

You pressed your thighs together, and lowly sighed.

"Why are you staring at me?" He asked as he gulped down his water.

You shook your head, "nothing,"

He smirked at you, and it gave you the idea that maybe he knew what were you thinking from the way he intensely looked at you through the mirror for the rest of the practice.

He made you wait for another 15 minutes in the lounge room after practice, he was right that there were only a few people in the building since it was almost midnight. You sighed in relief when you saw him coming your way along with Felix following behind him.

You got up from the seat and beamed a smile at him, when he got closer you unconsciously held your breath. You didn't expect him to appear with his hair wet and slicked back, along with that crooked grin that always painted his face. When you thought he couldn't get more attractive, he proved you wrong.

"I was thinking maybe we can get dinner before we go home," he said, hoisting the strap of his bag higher on his shoulder.

"I don't want to disturb you guys," Felix kindly refused.

You didn't notice he was standing behind Minho until he spoke, and that was enough to snap you out of your daze, "No, not at all. I kind of hungry too," you quickly said to him.

"Yeah, she wanted to buy us dinner," Minho added and winked at you.

And you knew that he was trying to get back at you for making him mad, you sighed in defeat, "yeah, sure, why not?" You said with a not very convincing smile.

"Let's go before it gets too late," Minho said, grabbed your hand by your wrist, and headed to the elevator.

Inside the elevator, you were glad that Felix was too busy with his phone, or else he would catch you ogling over Minho like a fool, which he noticed too.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," he sneered and looked down at you.

You let go of his hand and moved away from him, annoyed for catching you staring at him and ruining your daydream.

Minho was quick to catch you by your waist and dragged you close to him, so close that you could smell the scent of his freshly showered body.

"I'll drive," he offered and asked you for the key.

"It's okay, I'll drive," you said to him, afraid that he might already be tired from practice.

But he took the key from you and unlocked the car, you relented then got into the passenger's seat while Felix got into the backseat.

You settled on a restaurant near the dorm and ordered a lot of meals right away since they already have their usual.

Minho set the chopsticks and a spoon for each one of you on the table while Felix poured water for everyone.

When the food came, Minho and Felix dug right into it, and you weren't even that hungry, but looking at them eating so well wakes the appetite in you.

Felix got choked in the middle of eating, and Minho frantically reached for his glass of water and handed it to him, "Eat slowly Felix!" he reminded.

Minho grabbed a few tissues then handed them to him.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, then wiped his mouth with the tissues.

It felt new to you to see him being so attentive to someone else other than you, it was so endearing.

You turned your head at Minho, whose hair began to dry and dishevel. You couldn't help but fix his hair, comb it with your finger to at least make it less messy.

When you took your hand away, he grabbed it and intertwined your hand with his, resting them on his lap.

"How long have you guys been together?" Felix asked out of the blue.

You looked at Minho, and he looked back at you with that thin smile of his, unsure who should answer the question.

Felix watched you both exchanged weird glances in confusion, "It's okay if you don't feel comfortable sharing," he said.

"6 months!" You quickly answered because something in you just couldn't handle seeing Felix not getting his answer.

His mouth agape in awe, "What it feels like dating Minho Hyung?" He asked with a grin.

You glanced at Minho again, who was giving you a death stare.

"Someone never asked me that before," you began, then sucked in a breath through your teeth, "I don't know what to answer to that honestly," you admitted.

Minho squeezed your hand under the table, "it's exciting, right?" he said, raising both eyebrows at you.

Felix laughed looking at you grimacing, "I always think Minho Hyung would be a good boyfriend, he takes care of me really well," he said with a smile.

Minho yet again raised his eyebrows at you.

Felix isn't wrong, and you agreed with him,

"oh really? That means he loves you more than me," you joked.

Minho dragged you by your shoulder and pulled you close next to him,

"Honey, I told you to say only nice things about me," he loudly whispered, not hesitating to address you by your pet name then kissed the top of your head.

Felix laughed watching everything, and you were glad he wasn't feeling awkward being a third wheel.

You gave Felix a ride back home to the dorm despite him insisting on walking because it's only two blocks away.

"Thank you for the meal!" He said to you ass he grabbed his bag when your car pulled up at the front of the building.

"The pleasure is mine," you said back to him.

He pushed open the car door then got off, turning around he said, "Goodnight, guys!" Before closing the car door behind him.

Minho pulled down the car window, and together, you waved bye at Felix.

Minho drove the car back to your place, and you sighed that you finally got to be alone with him. Unlike him who didn't hesitate to do skinship, you feel uneasy doing so.

You looked at him, at his beautiful side profile and the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, the sharpness of his nose, no part of him is not attractive.

And just like he sensed your intense gaze at him, he looked at you for a brief moment before looking straight back ahead.

"You did that again," he said.

"Did what?" You asked him, playing dumb even though you exactly knew what he meant by that.

He slyly laughed and took your hand instead of replying, you leaned in then rest your head on his shoulder.

When the car stopped at a red light, you leaned in closer and planted a soft kiss on his neck that you knew is his sensitive spot, you saw his Adam's apple bobbed and eyes closed for a second.

"If you do that while the car is moving, I'd probably crash the car," he said to you with a wicked smile.

Gosh, he couldn't be more appealing than that, the push and pull plus his smart mouth, it was like you are trapped in his strong magnetic field and couldn't get out, and you didn't intend to.

When the traffic lights turned green, you pulled yourself away from his shoulder then replaced it by putting your hand on his thigh.

He put his hand on yours and said, "We'll be home soon honey," then rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.

You were convinced that he knew, he knew you were being needy for him.

You took off your jacket and put your purse down on the couch the moment you got yourself back at home, Minho sat at the end then held his hands out at you,

"Come here," he said to you with a tender gaze.

You were coming for him anyway without he told you to, you took his hands only for him to pull you onto his lap.

He gathered the hair that curtained your face to the side and held it there, "you're being impatient today," he said, staring deeply into your eyes.

You shyly smiled and stared back at him, "I can't help it," you honestly answered.

He leaned in close until his lips met with yours, captured you in a passionate kiss. He pulled away after a moment, and you hurriedly pressed your lips again on his, not willing to let go for a mere second.

"I need to touch you," you breathlessly said against his lips.

He took his hands away, "have it your way, honey," he said, resting his hands on your thighs to allow you to touch him freely.

Your hands reached up to his neck and looked deep into his eyes, slowly lowering your mouth on his.

You sighed into his mouth at the way he eagerly returned your kiss, you rubbed your lips on his cheek, and dragged them to his ear, softly nibbling on his earlobe.

Minho's eyes fluttered close and open at the faintest sounds you made so close to his ear, "honey," he called.

"Yeah?" You replied then brought your mouth on him again, tugging his lower lip between your lips and gently chewing on it.

And just like that, Minho forgot what he wanted to say to you, all he wanted was having you kiss him again, and you did, you kissed him hard with an open mouth.

You began slowly grinding on him, hungry for more friction and peppering his neck with small, wet kisses.

Without stopping the motion of your hips, your hands moved down to her chest and began to unbutton his shirt.

His eyes followed to where your fingers working on to open the buttons of his shirt one by one, he glanced at you, and you shot him a seductive smile.

Minho whimpered, clawing your thighs as he reclined on the couch, watching you trying to get off by dry humping him.

You parted his shirt open and impatiently ran your hands on his honey, smooth skin and felt taut of his abs, contracting under your touch.

You sank your lips on his neck again, then made a trail of wet kisses down to his chest, stopping right on his nipple to give it a nice, wet lick with your eyes locked with him. His mouth agape watching you planting kisses down his torso until you snapped your head up again.

You leaned into the side of his face, "I want to have you in my mouth," you whispered right into his ear, all the while you kept on grinding on his growing bulge under his jeans.

It was obvious he needed it without having you ask him first,

"I would like that, yeah," he responded.

You kissed him on the mouth again before kneeling on the carpeted floor facing him, settling yourself between his legs.

You unbuckled his belt, and the sound of it only heightened the tension, you popped open the button of his jeans then pulled the zipper down in a painstakingly slow motion.

Minho gulped at the anticipation of having your mouth around him, he helped by pulling down his jeans low enough to let his erection sprung free.

You hummed in delight looking at his swollen member, you wrapped your hand around it and gave it a few gentle pumps.

Putting all of your hair to one side, you leaned forward and put the tip of his cock in your mouth, licking the tip and pressing your tongue on it.

Slowly taking his length little by little with your mouth and when it disappeared fully inside you, you began bobbing your head up and down, doing it carefully to not let it hit the back of your throat too hard.

Minho traced your jawline, "you know just what I like, honey," he murmured.

And his words made you even more willing to please him more, that you unconsciously moan with his cock filling your mouth and sucking him harder.

Moans endlessly spilling out of his mouth, he raked your hair with his fingers to give him a clear view of your mouth around his cock, "you just know how to make me feel good, mmh?" he praised you.

A moment later, he groaned out loud, "honey, I'm so close,"

You pulled away with a gasp and opened your mouth for him, "cum in my mouth," you told him, then stuck out your tongue with your head tilted upward.

Your request took him off guard that he rushed to give his cock a few pumps until white strings shot out of it. He quickly aimed it at your mouth, and you closed your eyes as his warm essence dripped down your mouth.

Minho smeared the drops of his seed on your lips, and you gladly licked them all off with your tongue.

He placed a kiss on your mouth in such haste, he grabbed you by your waist and lifted you back on his lap again.

When you kissed him, you brought his hand under your skirt and let him touch your clothed core.

"Minho, I'm so wet for you," you said it so low it sounded like a whisper.

Minho traced your clothed core and felt the fabric of your underwear damp with your arousal,

"what do you want me to do with it, honey?" He pecked your lips, "Tell me!"

You caressed the firm muscles of his biceps, "I want you inside me," you replied with your eyes intensely gazing at him.

To be honest, Minho was just as needy for you but having you asked to be touched by him gave him a sense of control and possession over you.

"Let's get you to bed first," he said, held you close, and steered you to the bedroom.

He stripped your clothes off one by one, lettering the bedroom floor with your clothes and his. Minho lay you down on the bed and got on the bed after you, his hands roaming your body with eyes traveling down every inch of your body, blushing under his lustful stare. His hand moved south to where you wanted him the most.

Your breath hitched when his hand landed on your throbbing core, "Minho, please," you whined, shamelessly asking him to fill you.

Minho couldn't resist you in the first place and have you begging for him, turning him on in the best way.

He lowered himself on top of you and kissed you passionately, he didn't have a hard time entering you since you were drenched and ached to be filled by him. Your hands were holding onto his shoulders as he kept pushing his length into you, letting out choked moans when the pleasure got too much.

You felt so content having your needs filled, ultimately because you had been thinking of him being inside you all day, now that he did, and it felt better than you expected. In fact, it's always better no matter how many times you had sex with him.

"So good, honey," he murmured, burying his head in your neck as he was thrusting into you.

You held him close, and maybe because your need had already been met that your climax soon approaching.

"Minho, fill me," you said to him.

His face hovering above you, the tip of his nose nudged yours, and he placed a slobbering kiss on your mouth.

"I want you to fill me," you repeated, wrapping your legs around his waist to let him go deeper inside you.

He grunted, picking up the pace of his thrusts that you could hear the skin slapping sound echoing in your bedroom, and the bed creaked from the excessive movements.

You came undone in a matter of seconds with your hands gripping both of his shoulders so hard that you were sure you made crescent marks on the flesh.

Minho climaxed soon afterward, burying his head in your neck to contain his grunts.

You both relished the pleasurable moment with your bodies pressed together, re-syncing your breathing as one and seeking solace in each other’s touches.

He kissed you ever so softly, and you smiled when he let go of the kiss, "I love what you did to me," you said to him.

Minho smiled back at you, feeling appreciated and loved by your words. His hand reached for your hand and laced it together, then pressed another kiss on your lips.

"And I love what you made me feel," he said.

-

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may i have this dance? - loki laufeyson

summary: tony sent you and loki to a charity gala to fill in for him. what better way for loki to distract you from an unfortunate encounter than to teach you to dance?

word count: 1.3k

warnings: f!reader, dancers please don't come for me I do not understand your sorcery (aka im not a dancer so there may be inaccuracies!!), people need to stop bullying loki in this universe, no y/n

a/n; happy happy birthday dearest madeline! @andsheloved

im actually incredibly grateful for the anon from earlier because the idea for this fic came from your response to them :)I hope this is pleasant to read and not nonsensical ! so without further ado, let's have a ball <3

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Glasses clinked, music flowed, and people talked. A lot. The murmuring voices became white noise to you when you tightened your grip in the bend of Loki's arm, perhaps a response to the itching of the line of small beads stitched into the fabric of your dress. Perhaps it was your nerves. Your dress was in your favourite colour, matching with Loki's tie. He glanced at you briefly, allowing the both of you to exchange loving smiles before he pulled his arm closer to his body, squeezing your hand tighter.

A piece of cake, Tony said. The perfect poster couple to represent the Avengers. You weren't sure if you regretted revealing your relationship with Loki to him, with the number of times he tried to send you out like this. He was a man obsessed with PR, perhaps it shouldn't have been a surprise to find out that he was sending you and Loki to a charity gala. While a part of you enjoyed having time alone with Loki, you didn't appreciate Tony thinking he could just send you and Loki out to complete his errands. And you couldn't help but think it was more to do with his opinion of Loki than it was to do with you.

Normally a crowd this big would make you nervous, but Loki navigated every conversation with a charming smile and a relaxed countenance. He would create openings for you to speak so that you didn't feel invisible, sipping on his drink and always keeping a hand on your lower back. His thumb drew circles over the small patch of skin that was exposed by the cut in your dress, grounding you when you began to feel overwhelmed by the barrage of questions: when did you two become official? Is there a Stark tower marriage on the horizon? How much is Stark donating tonight? Where is Stark?

Why did you choose Loki, of all people? Were you forced?... You excused yourself from that conversation, before the liquid in your glass decided to practice the high jump over the rim and onto the sourly spoken couple stood across from you.

You arrived at your table before it began to get too busy, appreciating the beautiful set up: a pristine tablecloth, a display of flowers in pinks, greens and lilacs, and golden name cards with your names printed in a cursive font. It looked expensive, in a way that seemed completely alien to you - didn't people have more important things to spend money on?

"I understand why Tony doesn't like coming to these," You said, shooting a brief glare at the last couple you had engaged with; the conversation full of backhanded compliments was something you could deal with, you could afford to give them the benefit of the doubt. But when they displayed their disdain for Loki so blatantly, your fuse burned quickly. "These people are so entitled. God, I almost snapped at her," You hid your face in your hands and took a deep breath. Your next words were incoherent, muffled by your hands. "What was that, darling?" Loki's hand fell to your knee, squeezing gently. "You know that you're nothing like the person she described, right? How are you not the slightest bit bothered? Not that I want you to be, of course, it's great that-" Sitting up, you let your hands fall to the table. "The only person's opinion that matters to me, dove, is yours," He lifted his index finger to draw an affectionate line down your nose with his knuckle. "Do you think the woman was correct?" You shook your head instantly, coaxing a chuckle from his chest. "Then I have nothing to worry about. Take a deep breath, and relax." He took a sip of water, pressing his lips together as he swallowed. At that moment, you noticed the change of mood in the music.

The notes that were once softly floating through the room, contrasting heavily with the slight stuffiness that had engulfed you, were replaced by those from a song that was all too familiar to you.

"It's good that you didn't snap. It seems that we haven't reached to the best part of the night yet." A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. There was a glint in his eyes. "What are you thinking?" You said lightly, unable to resist smiling yourself when there is something on his mind that made him look younger. He was excited. The music waltzed its way through the room, weaving through the tables and swirling around the pots of flowers on display. The notes whirled around the dresses of the ladies waltzing on the dance floor, sitting in their perfectly-made hair, lifting up the stale atmosphere in the room, and settled warmly in your heart.

Loki has tried to teach you how to dance to this very song on numerous occasions. It wasn't that you didn't want to at all; there was just always someone else around, either lurking or settled somewhere nearby. The embarrassment of doing it wrong was overwhelming, which meant that you always held back. If Loki noticed, he never said anything. But he would always extend the invitation. You smiled at the memory, and then again as Loki stood up and pushed his chair back under the table. You started to ask what he was doing, but he beat you to it. With one hand extended and the other behind his back, he bowed forwards.

"My lady. May I have this dance?" You bit your lip, initially worried. But as always, Loki read your mind. "You'll be perfect. Do you trust me?" "Always." You took his hand. It was far warmer than your own, and he squeezed it tightly while leading you to the dance floor. "Have you been so cold this whole time?" Loki asked, bringing your fingers to his lips and placing a small kiss onto each one. He quickly found an area empty enough for the both of you, spinning around to place a hand on your waist. "Let me guide you." Loki pulled you closer. You stole a glance to the other couples around you, and to your relief they were too wrapped up in their own romantic bubbles to notice you.

He was practiced, that was no surprise to you. His posture was perfect, his steps were precise. What surprised you was how easy it was to follow his steps. When you stumbled, his hand around your waist would tighten and steady you as he pulled you closer to redirect your steps. The rhythmic whirling felt just as magical as the way he looked at you did; his eyes were bright, the natural edge he usually had about him had softened completely, and there you were, waltzing on clouds. "Just like that, follow my steps. One, two three. One, two three. That's perfect, who taught you how to do that?" You giggled at his sarcasm. "Beginner's luck, of course." "Nonsense, dove. You're a natural."

When the music transitioned, so did your dance. It was slow, relaxed, and intimate. You placed your hands around his neck as you joined the slow swaying and swirling of the rest of the crowd. "I love the way you dance," You admitted quietly. You were still giddy with the adrenaline from the previous song, feeling much more brave with your words. "Thank you. It reminds me of Asgard," His breath was warm against your ear. "My mother taught me," He said proudly. "It's lovely. That was so sweet of her. What about Thor?" "Didn't stick. He said the music was far too slow." You chortled. "Of course he did. I'm glad your mother taught you; thank you for teaching me tonight," You smiled. A kiss was placed on the top of your head. "The pleasure was mine, my love."

[boom-bakugou]

‘Wedding Crashers’ - Katsuki Bakugou

A/N: Sorry for my inactivity but here’s a little sorry and thank you present for me hitting 1k! I love you all sm <3

Pairings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, ooc deku; but it’s more of a headcanon, semi-public sex

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Izuku Midoriya inviting you to his wedding is a definite stab in yours and Katsuki Bakugou’s backs. But you’ll show him.

Word Count: 5k

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You had considered your morning to be relatively normal, breakfast not burnt, coffee just that right amount of bitter to stir you awake. But those happy moments of peaceful bliss were soon to be fleeting as your mail arrived. Sifting through the pile to what you assumed would be bank statements and bills; your fingers landed on a cream white envelope. Your name printed neatly in a cursive font that when you followed it with your eyes for too long it almost made you want to puke. Tearing it open haphazardly, you read the perfumed content inside.

‘Dear Y/N Y/LN,

We are very proud to invite you to the blah blah blah wedding of pro hero blah blah Izuku Midoriya and blah blah blah.

RSVP blah-‘

Wait what? The taste in your mouth was pitiful. Yes, you and Izuku had dated years prior and after being childhood friends, yet it didn’t end… swimmingly. But this didn’t feel like inviting a childhood friend to your happiest day, no, this felt like a backhanded swipe at your ex-girlfriend who was well known to the media to be single. Pro-Hero gossip magazines made sure of that.

Throwing the invitation onto your countertop, your eyebrows furrowed with spite. You felt weak almost, watching your ex-best friend grow up to be this bountiful hero with merch in every store that you went to. Though you had triumphed well in the hero charts yourself, nothing ever seemed to compare to him. The golden boy. You never really got over the fact that he ended things because being a single hero was more postable than one who was tied down. Until now. Mr. Big shot getting married. It really made you question your integrity,

Recuperating your thoughts, you realised your phone was buzzing on the couch next to you. Checking to see the influx of text messages, you saw Katsuki Bakugou’s name fill up your lockscreen with notifications.

Bakugou: tell me you got the stupid fuckin invite too

Bakugou: the nerve that nerd still fuckin has

Bakugou: inviting his childhood ‘friends’ after all this time

Bakugou: tch, one big publicity stunt if you ask me

You chuckle as you scroll through the messages, gladly knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

Y/N: so what’re we going to do about it?

Bakugou: what do you mean?

Y/N: well we can’t show him up at his own wedding but we can sure stir something of our own

Bakugou: well that idiot is marrying some nobody extra

Bakugou: probably to show how ‘great’ he is

Bakugou: so how about if two top pro heroes rsvp’d together?

Y/N: you mean us?

Bakugou: no, midnight and grape juice. of course us you idiot

The idea brewed in your head for a moment. Izuku had always been nice when he was younger, and Katsuki hadn’t exactly been the nicest towards him in return. You were always the mediator in those situations. However when Deku grew and grew in the hero charts he started to lose touch with reality. Not really remembering what being a hero was about besides having his face stuck on a lunch box and raking in the dough for it. It was sad. You didn’t know who he was anymore.

Y/N: fuck it, i’m in

-

“You know, don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tux before.” You chuckle, arm linked around Bakugou’s as you stepped out of the chauffeured car together. You were here to make a scene. Paparazzi glistened everywhere like a moth to a candle flame. You couldn’t wait for the tabloids in all honesty.

“Shut up.” Bakugou grumbled, almost in embarrassment. But his smile didn’t show a hint of it. “Not looking too bad yourself.”

You had coordinated well. Your maroon dress flowed in the gentle summer breeze and matched perfectly to Bakugou’s equally coloured tux. You two were such a pair it was nigh impossible to not think that you two were together today. And the paparazzi made sure of that indefinitely.

You couldn’t lie about how the service was beautiful, because it was. However you didn’t need to hear the shutter clicks of a camera go off every few words they spoke. It was distracting, and you and Bakugou shared a glance each time it occurred. Stifling a giggle, you hoped no camera would pick that up. Even if they did, they’d probably pin it to ‘look at these other heroes wishing that they were the next to get married!’ they’d eat that shit uplike ambrosia.

“Can’t wait to see the reception.” You mumbled towards Bakugou, your plastic smiles never fading for the cameras. Izuku making a show of himself and his new bride.

Watching him was almost bittersweet. The happy memories of you three as children flashing behind your eyes. Now replaced with a fame hungry number one hero. Where had all the time gone?

“What’s got you so perplexed?” Katsuki asked, filtering your way through the crowd, making your way to the cars that would deliver you all to the reception.

“Just-“ You sigh, allowing the cover of other heroes to hide you from the all seeing eyes of the paparazzi. “I miss him, y’know? Miss how we used to be.”

“Tch.” Bakugou didn’t care about the scowl present on his face, your words ate him up like some sort of bacteria. “Thought you said that he was the most selfish guy you’d ever dated?”

“He was but like-” You watched Izuku’s back as he held his new partner’s hand. Waving to the cameras and not watching her, as lovely as she looked in her wedding gown. “As weird as it sounds, I sometimes miss high school.”

Bakugou’s eyes scanned your face, following your eyesight to Midoriya. Fucking extra. The thoughts swam around his head, polluting his mind. He knew Izuku’s break up with you had been a massive toll on your mental health and your ego. He made you think that you weren’t good enough for him, and Bakugou never got over that fact. How could he pass up on you for anything else?

Breaking apart from the conglomerative of wedding-goers, Bakugou lead you to one of the specially hired cars to take the guests to the reception. Despite Bakugou’s abrasive and rough nature, you couldn’t help but notice how delicately he held your hand. Not tugging you along or haphazardly grabbing you by your wrist, making you follow him. No, his fingers interlaced with yours and you felt the coarseness of his palms due to the explosive nature of his quirk.

“Katsu?”

“Hm?”

“You can let go of my hand now, we’re in the car.”

“Yeah- whatever.”

Catching up in the car, you both realise how little time you have to actually spend with each other. Though you and Bakugou communicate 1000 times more than you do with Midoriya, heroing keeps you both busy. No times like these to goof off and be with each other. You missed it, you missed your hot-headed idiot friend.

“Hope there’s less fuckin’ paparazzi here. Think I’m gonna go blind with those extras pointing them in my face.” Bakugou rolled down the tinted window a smidge to watch as the car drove into an old looking manor hall where guests had already begun to arrive.

Flowers decorated the ground and just as you two got your hopes up, you saw a line of paparazzi at each side of the staircase leading to the double-doored entrance.

“Well, it was worth a try.” You remark to him, patting his back as you chuckled to him.

Bakugou was the first to exit, standing beside the door so he could reach for your hand to help you out while you fixed your dress. Just as the two of you began to reach for each other's arms to walk into the reception together; there was a brusque tug to your dress. Upon further inspection, a member of the shutterbugs had stood on a long section of your dress. Allowing himself to get pictures of it stretched out and flowy.

“Hey!” Bakugou didn’t waste time on pushing him off the tail end of the dress. “Try anything funny like that again with my girl and say goodbye to that shitty camera of yours!”

The man nodded, slowly letting his camera hang loose on his neck. The rest of the cameramen easily caught the scene but you both couldn’t care less. What’s a wedding without a little drama?

“Thanks Katsuki.” You note with a soft smile.

Bakugou’s hand tenderly makes its way around the small of your back until his arm is holding you close to him as you walk inside. His hand sitting in a caring way at your hip to assure that nothing could come between you both. You could not wait for the media to plaster this fake-ness on every outlet that they could! However, you liked the thought of relishing in the attention right now.

Once the dining festivities had come and gone. It was time for their first dance. Watching as he held her under the blue lighting had your heart hurting slightly. The thought that that could’ve been you. But Bakugou was right. He’s probably marrying some quirkless nobody not only to make himself look better, but being with another hero is messy. You both had media eyes on you; but… you couldn’t help but wonder how different your life would be like if Midoriya was how he used to be.

You didn’t even notice Bakugou’s eyes on you the whole time. Not wanting to waste a second of his eyesight on the show Izuku was putting on. You were a sight of your own. How could you not see that you deserved someone better? Someone like him. You always spoke about how everyone was under a facade when supporting Deku, but you never correlated that to yourself.

After a short while, others began to join in on the large dance floor. Perfectly spacious for all the famous faces and their egos. Bakugou’s hand traced down your arm until his hand clasped with yours, gently leading you to the floor yourselves.

“What’re you doing?”

“Come on, who’s to say we can’t have some fun too huh?”

Smiling at him, you followed his lead. His hand occupying your waist before pulling you in closer to his chest. Flowing with the music, you couldn’t help the cheesy smile on your face; nor the one that spread to Bakugou’s.

“Why’s no one ever tied down Mr. Ground Zero then?” Your question takes Bakugou by surprise, showing a small blip in your combined graceful swaying to the music.

“No ones good enough.” Such a Bakugou answer.

“You’re sounding like Izuku, but he probably got that from the old you.” You jested, earning an eye roll from Bakugou. “I’m being serious! Come on you can tell me.”

It takes him a moment to figure out an answer, so much so that he doesn’t focus on dancing anymore. He just stands there holding you before locking eyes again.

“Just haven’t found the right person to deal with my bullshit I guess.”

There’s a beat of silence and your eyes search his face for answers. You didn’t even realise how close you were to him. His breath fanning your face, the smell of oak and fire and burning sweetness engulfed your senses. You also didn’t realise how the two of you sank closer and closer into one another.

“Hey Kacchan, mind if I steal her from you?”

Izuku’s voice almost sends you two flying away from each other like same sides of a magnet.

“Ask her yourself she’s not mine.” You turn from Bakugou to give a friendly smile to Midoriya, allowing your hand to rest in his. “I’ll be at the bar. Free drinks and all.”

His answers are short, curt. Yet before you can ask him if he’s alright Deku spins you and begins to dance with you in his arms at the tempo of the new music track that’s playing.

“Long time no see Y/N!” His manner has always been so chipper, despite the facade of it all. Though Bakugou and you went there to purposefully to cause discourse; you don’t think you have it in you to be mean to Izuku’s face.

“Yeah, look at you! Married man now, must be scary.” You chuckle, almost nervously. It was like speaking to a stranger.

“Well I guess I’ll find out! But come on that’s been the subject of the whole day! I wanna know about you and Kacchan.” You felt like Bakugou right now, the old nickname boiling your blood as it did his. There was no doubt Izuku took influence from Bakugou and his fiery personality; but he took it in all the wrong ways. Using confidence to become cold, uncaring.

“Oh- haha, Katsuki and I aren’t-“

“Y/N. Don’t lie to me! I can see the way he’s burning holes in my tux from over here.”

Turning you to the music so you could face where Katsuki was standing, you peaked behind Midoriya’s arm to see Bakugou with an all too familiar scowl on his face. Chasing down a beverage in a crystalline glass in one easy gulp.

“If you ask me Midoriya he’s always looked at you that way.” You laugh your statement off but you meant it with malice.

“Midoriya? Feeling formal today are we Y/N?” He had completely lost touch of who he used to be. “I used to look at you like that when I saw you with other guys, I know what that look is.”

His comment stops you dead in your tracks, not allowing for him to swing you to and fro to the music.

“Actually Midoriya I don’t even remember you looking me with jealous intent other than when I was higher than you on the hero charts.” Shaking yourself free from his towering position on you, you stormed off to the patio doors, letting yourself be eaten by the oncoming darkness of night.

Crying at your ex’s wedding. Not something you’d think you’d ever do in your lifetime but here you were. Thankfully you couldn’t see any reporters or such outside so for now, it was just you and your tears. Maybe you were too harsh on him? You used to be friends right? What happened to that kid who wanted to be a hero who you looked up to? What happened to the boyfriend you had who kissed you goodnight and ignored you when your face was on the TV more than him or snapped at you when he was announced lower than you and broke up with you because ‘heroes dating are messy!’ No. Bakugou was right. He was a self-righteous bastard now.

“Y/N?”

You half expected Midoriya to come out after you but he was probably entertaining other guests. Luckily, as you turned you saw Bakugou standing outside with you, signature hands in his pockets with a dumb, sympathetic smirk on his face.

“Hey.”

“I promise I didn’t punch that asshole at his own wedding but I can tell you he got a fuckin’ earful from me. Hope the paps got a good pic.” His tone was joking but it hadn’t cracked a smile from you yet.

“S’alright. Wouldn’t give two shits if you did.” You sniffled, collecting mascara tears on your fingers and wiping them on the decorative concrete bannisters of the balcony. “Shouldn’t’ve fucking come. This was stupid I have too much baggage for this shit.”

You turned away from him, allowing yourself to lean out on the barrier, looking into the distance on the warm night. You could hear Bakugou give a small sigh before his arms snuck around your waist, pulling your back into his chest before placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

“That fuckin’ idiot didn’t know what he lost and it’s my fault for influencin’ him.” The pain in his voice was evident. Did Bakugou blame himself for the hurt Midoriya caused you?

“Katsu-“

“No. That extra is so blinded by the shit everyone has to say that he’s forgotten what real life is. Doesn’t care about his stupid fans or his friends or the best most understanding girl in the whole fucking world. A girl I know does the best for everyone no matter what her own situation is.” You turn around to face him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “Y/N. No matter how much I’ve always wanted to fuckin’ win I’ve just wanted the best for you. And when that bastard did what he did to you- I- fuck. You look at him, like you’re waiting for him to just notice you; but every time I see you it’s like I’m seeing you set the stars in the sky every fuckin night. You just- you’re fuckin’ everything to me Y/N.”

It was completely silent on the balcony besides the low thump of the music from indoors, but it was deafening. But it all faded when his lips attached to yours. It was so clear. All that pining over Midoriya when he was just copying the one who actually saw you for who you were. He even copied Bakugou’s crush on you, most likely to make him jealous. But your mind had no time to think of that when all you could feel was Bakugou.

It was like you had never been kissed before, never felt the love and sensuality behind it. Soft and moist but breathy and warm. For once Bakugou didn’t wish to win a battle, he wanted unity and to be together with you. His hands danced over the delicate curves of you in your dress; taking in every inch of your perfect body. The gasp that fell from your mouth was perfect entrance for Bakugou’s tongue to mingle with yours. The sparks hot and electric between you both was like liquid lightning.

Just as your hands found home in his hair, you heard the all too familiar sound of today of a photo being taken. Bakugou is the first to break the kiss to find the intruder of your special moment. Your lips already feel blushed and bruised but your heart was nearly pounding out your chest.

“Fuckin’ print that in your gossip magazine you extra!” Bakugou couldn’t help but heartily laugh at the man as he shook with worry after catching the intimate moment. He wanted to show you off. He wasn’t ashamed that his lips had captured you to be his.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” He whispers into your ear and you eagerly nod, grasping his one hand with your two as the both of you manouvered your way through the wedding guests until you finally found a small closet down a hallway where no one from the party had entered.

Slamming the door shut behind you, your eyes drank in Bakugou’s frame. How had you missed that small boy you once knew had now become this beefy, beautiful man? Who was looking at you with the same awe and intent? Bakugou cornered you against the door of the supply closet, latching his lips together with yours once again as if he was scared he’d never be able to taste you again.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” Katsuki’s lips mashed with yours as his hands slid up your dress, the coarseness of his fingers against your soft skin sending shivers down your spine.

All those years of being a hero really showed on Bakugou, he lifted you with ease as your fingers traced scars on the back of his neck; holding on for support. His hips pin you against the door and you feel his cock hardening between the fabric of your underwear and his suit pants, you can’t help the whimper escaping your lips at the friction of him.

Bakugou’s hands slip under the straps of your dress, letting them fall delicately to your sides as his lips ensnare yours. His grunts and your whimpers enough to make any passerby know what was going on in the confined space of the closet. His fingers glide beneath the dress which allowed it to fall further as Bakugou felt the weight of your breasts in his palms.

“God you’re fucking everything princess.” His fingers slide beneath the lacy fabric to thumb your nipples, perking and tugging it with his forefinger.

Breaking the kiss, his head lowers to encapsulate the bud in his mouth. Gently suckling it before rolling it feverishly between his teeth. Your hands snaking through his hair only spurring the assault on your supple flesh. Biting your lip to stop the obvious moans that were threatening to spill out of your mouth. You swore you could see stars as his tongue flicked against the pointed nub- sending your nerves wild.

“Bet that fucking extra never treated you like this baby.” He matched your height, his gaze never leaving your own as he took both of your tits out of your bra; kneading the flesh and buds of your nipples as he spoke. “Just wanted to get himself off, I know how to fuckin’ treat you right.”

“Then do it… Kacchan.” You spoke with such gusto in your breathy state, knowing that the old nickname would make him see red. And god did it send him feral.

His body pressed you further into the door, even if it felt like he couldn’t. The aching feel of his cock rubbing against your clothed core made you mewl in want of him. His fingers slid beneath the hem of your dress and made little pricking motions into your inner thighs until he traced a slit over your panties.

“Shit you’re fucking wet.” The pads of his fingers kneading against where you wanted him most, a chuckle falling his lips as your hips did their best to try and get any sort of relief.

“Katsuki please- please fuck oh my god-“ Your neck craned back as you felt your body take control. The low growl in Bakugou’s throat at the sight of you barely touched and already begging for him.

Tracing his fingers along your décolletage he stopped when he met your parted lips before roughly shoving his fingers in your mouth, pressing down the body of your tongue.

“Please please please-“ Katsuki mocked. “Please what princess? Better use your fuckin’ words or else.”

An insufferable smirk played upon his lips as he felt your cunt clench around nothing at his dirty words. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he wiped the remnants of your spit across your tits; awaiting for your response.

“Fuck me Katsuki- please you’re all I want. God you’re all I need.” Although said in your aroused state. You meant it- and he knew that.

Not wasting any more of the precious time you two had before you were inevitably found out considering your blatant disregard for being quiet; Bakugou used his hand to tug off his belt. Nearly setting his suit pants on fire as his quirk crackled in anticipation for you.

Your body clung to Bakugou’s for support, his whole body easily keeping your pinned high between himself and the door. Once his lower half was sufficiently stripped, it was easy enough for him to rip the sides of your underwear off.

“Katsu-“

“Shut up.”

Not wanting to disagree; you did. Hips bucking against nothing as the cool air prickled at your hot cunt. Bakugou held his manhood in his hand, rubbing the head of it in your slick and providing stimulation to your clit. Your thighs tightening around his waist like a vice grip at the well needed attention.

“You’re fuckin’ soaking baby. So needy.” Bakugou mumbled against your neck, allowing himself and you to get off momentarily at the friction. You could only nod to his words which were making you more and more wet for him. He was such a tease.

“Come on princess. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me.” His voice growled as he repeated himself, leaving marks upon your nape that would surely bruise because of his harsh bites and sucklings.

“Katsuki I need you- only you. Only you.” Your repetition is barely a whisper but he heard it, and despite his rough nature Bakugou confines your lips in a kiss as he sheaths himself inside of you.

Taking a few slow thrusts to allow yourself to adapt to his size, it’s only a moment before Bakugou completely bottoms out inside of you. He watches your face shiver in pleasure which he mirrors. He clasps your hips so firmly his knuckles turn white; it didn’t even hurt as all you could focus on was him inside you. Your hands find their way to his biceps, gripping on for some tension relief and you could still feel his muscles flex even beneath his suede blazer and the shirt.

“What a good fuckin’ girl, taking my cock like this.” Bakugou’s voice is a low growl as he thrusts into you, the sounds of your clothes brushing against one another and the slaps of your skin interacting was like a sinful symphony.

The smell of caramel danced in your brain as Bakugou worked up a sweat absolutely pummeling himself into your sex. You grasped onto him as if your life depended on it, moaning into his neck as his cock slid in and out of you. You didn’t even know how much time was passing as he rutted himself into you relentlessly- yet as you both came to your highs, you could both barely move from the thrill of it all.

Steadying your breaths back to a regular pace; Bakugou slid you down from where he had pinned you against the door and let you fix yourself as he then did himself. You sorted your dress and pulled any tugs from your hair when he had pulled it before slapping Bakugou’s arm.

“You dick! You ripped my underwear!”

“Hot.” He chuckled, fixing his belt loops and stuffing the ripped panties into his pocket.

“Not funny! I’m not parading about with no underwear on!”

“We’re getting the fuck out of this extras stupid wedding. You can wear my clothes at my place.” Suitably sorted and not looking like you had just had the brains fucked out of you in a closet (despite the reddening bites and bruises that were now appearing on your neck), Bakugou held you close. Yet instead of taking the corridor to the exit, he was leading you back to the main dance hall.

“Where’re we going?” You hashly whispered to Bakugou, your thighs still wet from your slick and the cool air against your unclothed pussy making you heat up from embarrassment.

“Gots to do one thing before we go.” There’s a shit eating grin on his face, you couldn't help but wonder what on earth he was planning now.

Midoriya stood talking to other heroes all dressed in their formal attire and Bakugou (with no consideration of their conversation) roughly tapped his shoulder to get his immediate attention. His arm around your waist was so tight but being see with Bakugou like this made you feel almost proud.

“We’re just heading off.” Bakugou had replaced his smile for his usual scowl, something he had always looked at Izuku with.

“Going so soon? It’ll be a shame you guys!” Izuku’s voice was plastered in falsehood. He probably regretted trying to gloat over you two. Bakugou held out his hand for Midoriya to shake it, your brows furrowed on what was obviously a stepping stone to Bakugou’s plan.

“I know I might not be better at you right now in the hero charts.”

Uh oh.

“I’m glad you’ve finally come to recognise that Kaccha-“

“But I am better at you at something for sure.”

Bakugou used Midoriya’s hand in his to pull him closer, readying himself to whisper in his ear.

“Cause I just fucked the shit out of your ex-girlfriend and I know you never made her come as hard as I did.”

Your face burned with the heat of a million suns, but the glower on Izuku’s face was priceless. And you couldn’t help but see the flash of a camera capture the moment as Bakugou’s hand fell from his and slipped once again around your waist.

[idy-ll-ique]

My Little Secret.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Innocent!F!Reader

Genre : Fluff, little bit of Angst

Warnings: none

Requested: nope

Summary: Y/N listens to music 24/7 on Spotify. At first Ransom is irritated, but now he knows just how to use the application to his benefit. I mean, come on, it can't be considered stalking if it's his wife, right?

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! oml a ransom drysdale fanfiction 😳 if I ever meet this asshole in real life I'd sock him in the jaw but in fiction? mamma mia. enjoy!

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Does she really love an app more than me?

Ransom scoffed to himself as he opened his laptop, clicking on the music app, Spotify. He rarely used it, but his wife was obsessed with it. She listened to music 24/7; singing along to the soft tunes in her playlists while working, reading, cleaning, cooking, anything. Ransom thought it was insane how submerged she was in the activity.

Until that activity gave him an upper-hand in their relationship.

When he had first opened the app on his laptop, he was a tad bit surprised at the "Friends Activity" feature. He saw her account. Then, as more months passed, he started noticing how when she was happy, she'd always be listening to some happy playlist, when she was sad she'd be listening to sad songs, et cetera. And he started using it to his advantage.

Now, everyday before leaving his office he'd check the app to see what playlist she was listening to. If it was a happy, dance playlist, well and fine. But a sad one? Ransom's mood would also sour because my darling is not feeling okay. While going home, he'd buy something for her; mostly flowers or chocolates, or a nice little trinket that he'd find in the displays of shops that he thought his wife would enjoy.

He never told her about it. What he was doing would be considered stalking but come on, is it stalking if she's your wife? As the app finally loaded, his eyes immediately strayed to the Friends Activity and his heart clenched when he saw her listening to her sad playlist that she had named Melancholy. Sighing, he turned off the laptop and left his office for the night.

As he drove back home, he stopped outside a flower shop and bought an adorable little bouquet of mixed flowers. "She'll love it," the florist assured him, assuming he was buying it for his significant other. He gave her a quick smile and got back into the car, driving home as fast as he could. When he reached home, his heart broke at the sniffle he heard.

"Kitten?" Y/N's head shot up at her husband's voice as she hurriedly wiped her tears, getting up from her spot on the couch. "Hi, welcome home," she whispered, giving him a quick peck on the lips, smiling widely to avoid being caught. "Hello, how was your day?" He wanted to sigh, to chide her for keeping her bad mood from him, but he only smiled at how cute she looked trying to hide her true feelings.

"It wasn't bad! So, shower first and dinner later or dinner first?"

Now was the time. "Kitten, the truth, please. How was your day?" He raised a stern eyebrow when her face fell. How does he always read me so well? Knowing she couldn't hide now, she hung her head low as her shoulders sagged. "It was bad," she muttered. Ransom pulled her close, her head resting on his chest, his chin atop her head. "What happened? I swear if it's those fucking coworkers of yours—"

Her silence gave him the answer. The thing is, when Ransom and Y/N had started going out, everyone in the city was shocked. A cute, innocent little thing like her dating an asshole like him? Why? She had lost quite a few friends when she told them, but Ransom was there for her. "You don't need them, you have me." He was right. While the world saw him as a first-class jerk, he was the softest soul with her.

Her priorities were always placed before his. He took care of her, treated her like no previous boyfriend of hers had, and within 2 years of dating, he had proposed. People were even more shocked. She managed to get him to settle down?! How?! Then the gossip began. "He has to be cheating, I mean look at him. Look at her," she had heard one time after the engagement. That had made her super upset.

"Ransom, they're talking… someone said you were cheating on me…" She had broken down on his chest that night, crying her eyes out. And Ransom had immediately switched off the television. He sat up, holding her close. "You know I'd never do that, angel. Why would I, when you're with me? Do you really think those women out there have the same effect on me that you do? Huh?"

"Well, they said… they said I was ugly."

"What?! Those fucking whores—"

"Ransom, don't call them that," she had chided, swatting his chest. He caught the hand and brought it to his lips, kissing each fingertip. "If it makes you feel better, no, I'm not cheating on you. I love you a little too much to do that. You mean the world to me, Y/N, there's no one on this planet I'd rather be with than you. And you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen, in and out," he told her sincerely.

Her crying ceased. "Thank you." And he held her close the entire night, rubbing her back as she slept on him. People talking about him? He could handle that, God knows he had been handling that for years. But them talking about her? His perfect, angelic, goddess-like fiancée? No, no, he wouldn't handle that. That whole thing was 4 years ago. People still talked.

"What did they say to you, Y/N?" he asked, coming back to the real world.

"They asked me why I was still with you." He exhaled loudly through his nose when Y/N's arms tightened around him. "I told them I loved you. You are nice, you're not what everyone says you are. But then Amy talked about… about how you used to be— what was the word she used? Oh, uh, yeah, she said you were something of a Casanova before you met me. But I told her that was over."

His arms snaked around her waist, his fingers gently dancing over her hips as she continued speaking. "She insisted that people can't just change over a small period of time. I tried ignoring her but then she started gossiping with someone else about you. And then I snapped at her. But you know me…" Ransom hummed, pressing his lips to her forehead.

His wife had a docile soul. Everything from her looks to her mannerisms was soft. She couldn't yell, she couldn't tell people off— she was too pure to do that. The world needed people like her, to be honest. That was also one of the things he liked about her. Sometimes, he thought about how beneficial it would be for her to hold her own in a fight, but his ego shoved the thought down each time.

He liked being her big protector. He loved taking care of her like that. "Yes, I know, angel. You're too good for this world, you know that?" he mumbled, slightly pulling away from her so he could cup her face, looking into her eyes. She huffed and looked away. "I'm too soft. I can't help it. I don't want to be this way." He chuckled and leaned over to kiss her. "Oh no, you should definitely be this way."

"Why?"

"Because it suits you. Don't change for people who don't even care about you. I like you like this; gentle, caring… you have the biggest heart in the world, Y/N. And I want to keep it that way. Don't let people ruin your innocence. Keep being you." He pressed her closer when she started sniffling again. "You're too good to me," she pouted and he laughed. "That's my duty as your husband, kitten. Look, I bought flowers."

He took out the bouquet from his bag, smiling when Y/N's eager hands accepted it. "Thank you! Oh, these are so beautiful! Let me replace the flowers in the vase on the dining table!" Squealing, she walked away from him, leaving him to stare after her with an infatuated smile. You have no idea what you do to me, angel.

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"Night, Ran," Y/N yawned, keeping her phone away. He held his arm up and Y/N snuggled into his side, allowing him to wrap his arm around her side. "Night, sweetheart," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her nose. He watched TV for some time until the match got boring; then he switched it off and carefully lay down on the bed, about to doze off when Y/N's phone rang. He blinked. Who'd be calling at his hour?

He lifted the phone off the nightstand, grimacing when he saw the Caller ID. Amy. As soon as he picked the phone up, Amy started blabbering. "Hi! Sorry I'm calling so late, Y/N, but I wanted to apologize for how I spoke to you at work today. It was wrong of me, really, I hope you can forgive me!" Ransom stayed silent, his jaw clenched. He had been hearing that line for years.

"Ransom, it's okay, she apologized, she won't be doing it again. She told me so herself!"

It was never the last time.

"Are you done?" he snapped and Amy froze on the other side. "M-Mr Drysdale—" "Listen, I don't want to hear it. I'm not Y/N; she has a heart of gold, God, I wonder why I let her hang out with people whose hearts are made of pure shit. How many times have you apologized for the same thing, huh? Using my girl's pure heart to your fucking advantage like that?"

"You're being—"

"I'm being what? I'm being rude? Who started it? If you ever mention our marriage in front of Y/N again, I'll have your fucking head." Amy bristled on the other side. "Are you threatening me?" Ransom smirked. "If you don't want to be threatened, I suggest you keep your nose out of other people's business. What mine and Y/N's relationship is like is no one's concern."

Amy stayed silent. "Gossiping won't get you anywhere. I have the best lawyers in the city, and I swear, if Y/N comes crying to me one more time about how someone was rude to her, I'll sue. Trust me, I will take legal action. Is that understood?" Amy quaked at his menacing tone. "Y-Yes, sir." Ransom's lips curled into a devious smile. "Great." And he ended the call.

"Ransom, who was that?" Y/N sleepily murmured next to him. She hadn't heard a word of the conversation, but could tell he was on the phone. "No one you need to worry about, sweetheart, go to sleep. I'm here." He lay down next to her, pulling her close. "You know, I have a question." He nodded at her to go on. "How do you always know when I'm going to be in a bad mood?"

"What do you mean?" he smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. "I mean, I have been wondering for years! Everytime I happen to be in a bad mood, you bring home a gift. It's like— it's like you can read my mind! How?! It can't be a coincidence, it has happened a lot of times for it to be a coincidence," she rambled and Ransom's heart fluttered at how innocent and adorable she looked.

"I have my ways," he teased, lightly poking her nose. "You're not gonna tell me, are you?" she pouted and he couldn't help but lean forward, pressing his lips to hers. "Nope, just so I can keep surprising you." She giggled, snuggling further into his arms until her face was pressed into his bare chest. "I love you so much, Ransom," she whispered. "I love you more, my sweet little angel."

Both of them went to sleep with giddy smiles on their faces.

Oh, and the Spotify thing? That was his little secret. Shh, don't tell anyone!

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