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Hiii here's one idea based on the Barnyard Eclipse Mukbang!!!
Martin has a cousin form Croatia that is visiting Canada
She gets introduced to the gang (Mandy and Hamzah) and also the slushys
They all go together to the farm to see the eclipse
Mandy n Martin get one cabin and Hamzah n Y/N another⌠the whole one bed trope happens đł
They end up cuddling while talking before sleeping - in the middle of the night he gets awkwardly HARD against her and the smut comes in!!! *cabin fever*đ¤
Maybe we should keep it canon that he is a hardcore virgin?!đ¤¨
love ur writingâĽď¸
Eclipse Mukbang
Hamzah X Y/N (Fem)
word count: 4k - longer than I expected lol, let me know if you want a pt. 2!!
After spending your whole life in Croatia, the European life was getting boring. Youâd often caught yourself daydreaming about a change, about traveling somewhere new, somewhere out of the continent.
The last time your cousins visited, they couldnât stop bragging about their Canadian life. Martin, in particular, was insufferable with his talk about his YouTube channel. He went on and on about âSlushy Noobzâ and how his videos with his friend, Hamzah, were getting more and more attention. But as annoying as his boasting was, it kind of influenced you in a way.
So, when Martin randomly offered to fly you out to Toronto, you didnât even think twice. The idea of leaving everything familiar behind, even just for a little while was too tempting to pass up.
The moment you spotted the signs written in English and French, it finally settled in: You had just flown a full 12 hours from Croatia to Canada to visit your cousin and his girlfriend.
By the time you checked into your hotel and began to unpack, your phone buzzed with a text from Martin.
Ah, right.
Youâd completely forgotten that you agreed to be in one of Martinâs next vlogs. His pitch being âYouâre just as stupid as us, the Slushies are gonna love you!â. And somehow, in a moment of weakness youâd said yes.
But what Martin hadnât mentioned was that heâd booked an Airbnb for everyone to stay in. You sighed, staring at your neatly unpacked suitcase. Tomorrowâs paid-for room was now destined to sit empty while you stayed with your cousin and his friends in whatever far countryside of Ontario he deemed âSo Eclipse mukbang codedâ.
Oh well. It wasnât like you were a stranger to making videos. Back when you were both kids, you and Martin used to make YouTube videos together sneaked away into your rooms during family gatherings. They were the kind of chaotic nonsense only 10 to 12-year-olds could conjure up, thatâs why years later that channel was wiped off the website, never to be seen again.
Just as you were coming to terms with the Airbnb situation, another text from Martin popped up on your phone. He casually mentioned that Mandy and Hamzah would be joining and that âfor the sake of the bitâ Martin and Hamzah were gonna share a queen-sized bed while you and Mandy would have to do the same. You sighed, setting your phone down before diving onto the hotel roomâs neatly-made bed.
As much as you tried to downplay it, you always enjoyed Martinâs company. Sure, he could be overwhelming at times, but dealing with his shenanigans was mostly fun. The two of you had a sense of unbounded silliness that you shared with no one else. While you usually kept that side of yourself hidden around most people, Martin always brought it out of you. With him, you didnât feel the need to filter your humor or tone down yourself. It was an unspoken agreement between you two. A family bond of sorts.
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The next day you met in Martinâs car, which was oddly being driven by his friend Hamzah, and you squeezed into the backseat.
âHi, Y/N. Iâm Hamzah.â The brunette said looking at you through the rear view mirror, his thin glasses reflecting your face as you awkwardly waved in response.
From Martinâs description and based on his usual group of friends, you had expected Hamzah to be just as obnoxious. But, to your surprise, he gave off a surprisingly calm vibe. His polite introduction almost catching off guard.
âYeah. Heâs my other halfâ Martin chimed in grinning as he reached a hand on Hamzahâs thigh only for it to be quickly swatted away.
The two eventually started recording. After a series of exaggerated pouts and baby voices from your cousin, Martinâs girlfriend was reluctantly handed the camera, clearly giving in just to put an end to the obscenity of Martinâs pleads.
As they started talking, you noticed a subtle shift in Hamzahâs demeanor. His voice took on a slightly higher pitch, and he became noticeably more talkative. You understood the concept of putting on a persona, but you couldnât help but wonder if, deep down, he was just as silly as you and Martin, if his videos made his truest self come out.
âSo, youâre probably wondering who this is,â Mandy said as the camera flipped to face you. You froze, giving it an awkward deer-in-the-headlights stare.
âAnd yes, guys,â Martin interrupted from the backseat, leaning into the frame, âShe is my girlfriend.â
Mandy gasped, swiveling the camera to capture Martinâs overly confident smirk, which faded fast under her glare. The whole car was quickly filled with an awkward atmosphere until Hamzah broke the silence with a stifled laugh.
âSheâs your cousin, Martin, oh my godâ She complained, panning the camera back to you with a defeated look on her face as though she was considering being single again. You scrunched your nose back to her, as a way of giving her your condolences.
âIâm Y/N. Martinâs cousin,â You introduced yourself, giving the camera a deadpan look. âAnd yes, I am unfortunately related to him.â
From the driverâs seat, Hamzah let out a low chuckle. You caught his amused glance in the rearview mirror. You spotted Martinâs pouting at the camera from the corner of your eye.
âSo guys,â Martin cut in, clapping his hands together, reverting the audienceâs attention back to him. âRight now, weâre on our way to the Airbnbââ
ââBrokeback Mountain Airbnb.â Hamzah interjected dryly, eyes on the road.
âThe Brokeback Mountain Airbnbâ where weâll be both sleeping together in the same bed!â Your cousin announced with way too much enthusiasm to the camera. Mandy groaned audibly, leaning back to create as much distance as possible between herself and the camera.
As the drive neared its end, the car turned onto a quiet gravel road. Up ahead, a cozy lodge came into view, the air carrying a blend of woodsmoke and the earthy scent of barn animals, reminding you of the rustic surroundings.
Approaching the entrance of the house, Hamzah pulled out his phone to text the owner.
âJesus, thereâs barely any signal.â
âHey, get off your phone,â Martin said, his voice teasing. Mandy pointed the camera at him, capturing his exaggerated performance. âEnjoy nature, man.â he added, spinning around dramatically in the air.
Thatâs when Mandy stopped the recording as Hamzah, too focused on trying to find a way to access the Airbnb, didnât bother to pay attention to Martinâs antics.
âI donât know about you, but Iâm starving,â Hamzah muttered after a while, tucking his phone away into his pocket. âI guess we could just start eating.â
You left Hamzah and Martin as they wandered toward two stray chairs theyâd found just outside the farm. The camera, Popeyes chicken, and those stupid eclipse glasses in hand.
You and Mandy had agreed to avoid participating in the mukbang and eat in the car earlier. Maybe it was a bit out of spite: you couldnât help it as the guys stared at you with hunger in their eyes while you devoured your chicken, still insisting they were gonna have to wait until they get to the Airbnb to start the âMukbangâ.
You realized you and Mandy got along better than expectedâyour shared love for animals and the casual shit-talking behind the guysâ backs bonding you. As you left the kids to play, you decided to take a stroll around the farm, bumping into a tall man with leather gloves and a broom in hand. He introduced himself as the owner and, much to your delight, offered to show you the barn animals. You told him youâd wait for the guys to catch up, and he handed you the house keys before walking off. Both of you giggled at the thought him encountering the two guys hunched over their chicken in the middle of his yard while filming a YouTube video.
Once inside the house, you and Mandy headed to the first bedroom you found. The room was cozy, with a large bed and a homely vibe you both loved. You tossed your bags on the bed and settled in, chatting and making yourselves comfortable.
But as the two of you were discussing about how much money adopting an alpaca would cost you, Mandy began sneezing more and more frequently. She sniffled, rubbed her nose, and you noticed her eyes started to water.
âMandy, you okay?â
âI donât know. I might be allergic to something here,â she replied, her voice a bit stuffy. âMy throat is itching.â
You looked around, trying to figure out what could be causing the problem. Thatâs when your eyes landed on the large framed picture above the bed. It was a beautiful floral arrangement, but those colorful flowers were as beautiful as they looked like they were likely to cause an allergic reaction.
âAre you allergic to some type of flower?â you said, pointing above you. âIt might be that frame over there.â
Mandy sneezed again, looking miserable. âUgh, this is so bad.â
Without wasting any time, you helped Mandy pack up her things. âCome on, letâs change rooms.â
You grabbed the keys and led her out, making your way to the second cabin. The other bedroom was much more spacious, you realized it was probably the one the guys booked for themselves to sleep in.
âOh well. Theyâre gonna have to take the floral oneâ You said as you set you things to the side of the bed, taking a seat on the colorful bedsheets. Mandy thanked you, while she got remaining sniffles out with the tissues you gave her.
You were both laying flat on the bed relaxing when the light reflecting into the room began to dim, Mandy tilted her head, noticing it too. Curious, you stood up from the bed and walked over to the window. Peering out, you spotted the two guys who had brought you here, standing behind a camera and exclaiming excitedly at the sky.
âThey grow up so fast.â Mandy commented, her eyes darting over the two figures in the distance before walking over to the opposite window, her phone propped up to take a picture of the eclipse happening in front of her.
âCareful, youâre looking at it with no glasses onâ you teased, mimicking Martinâs exaggerated tone. Mandy responded with her usual deadpan stare that she usually reserved for your cousin.
Once she finished taking her pictures, you both decided to step out and meet up with the guys. The sky was already fading back to normal as they wrapped up their mukbang. The chairs were deserted, but Martin and Hamzah were still nearby, camera in hand.
âDid you see that, Mandy?â Martin called out enthusiastically walking toward you, his glasses still on, making him look as ridiculous as it was the over-excited energy he greeted his girlfriend with.
âThat was actually beautiful, manâ Hamzah added, carrying empty Popeyes boxes and a tripod with ease as he started heading back toward the cabins with the rest of you.
You filled them in about the allergy situation, and they quickly agreed to switch rooms. Martin made sure to announce the plan to the viewers, turning the camera back on.
âOkay, so, we got a smaller room for us,â Martin narrated, zooming in on the bed before panning to Hamzahâs unimpressed expression as he scanned the space. âBut thatâs okay. Itâll bring us even closââ
His words were abruptly cut off by the anticipation of a loud sneeze, his left hand flying up to his nose as he sniffled. âDamn, big-ass sneezeâ Hamzah teased, taking the camera from Martin so he could grab a tissue.
But the sneezing didnât stop. Each sniffle grew louder and slimier, making Hamzah let out an audible âeughâ as he watched his friendâs mucus drip onto the tissue.
âGod, I might be allergic to lilies tooâ Martin joked weakly, before Mandy demanded he evacuated the cabin. After stepping outside for a while, Martinâs sneezes started to ease, confirming your and Mandyâs suspicions.
âAw, weâre united by allergies too!â Martin said dramatically, wrapping his arms around Mandy, who, despite being restrained by his hug, let a tiny smirk slip across her usual stoic face.
âShit, this is complicated,â Hamzah muttered, sighing as he gestured toward you and MandyâWe canât switch rooms with you again.â
He bit his bottom lip, frowning in frustration, before glancing at you. Silence stretched on as you and Hamzah shared an awkward stare-off, both silently acknowledging the inconvenient situation.
âIâm sorry,â Mandy gave you both an apologetic look as she wiggled out of Martinâs restraint âWe could ask for the flowers to get removedâŚâ
But that last sentence hung in the air, heavy with a shared hesitance among all of you.
âItâs fineâ You and Hamzah both said at the same time, voices overlapping in different paces but carrying the same tension.
Mandy and Martin didnât seem to have any objections, leaving you and Hamzah to share a one-bed room.
In the quiet of your cabin, an unspoken tension between you and Hamzah grew as you were settling into the once-again changed room. Even when you were doing something as simple as unpacking your belongings, every movement seemed amplified, making you both extremely aware of each otherâs presence. Hamzah glanced over, clearly trying to keep things casual.
âYou good with that side?â he asked, motioning to the bed as he set his phone and retainer on the nightstand.
âOh, yeah.â you replied, hoping your voice sounded steadier than you felt. You busied yourself with unpacking your pajamas, desperately avoiding his gaze.
Rummaging sounds came from his side as he fought with the zipper of his backpack, his voice breaking the silence again.
âThis your first time in Canada?â
âYeah,â you said, glancing over at him while you finished setting your things on the small wooden vanity. âFirst time anywhere outside Europe, kinda nervous.â
Hamzah shared a laugh with you, his shoulders easing as the tension in his chest seemed to slowly settle.
âWell, welcome to America, I guess. Though, as an immigrant, Iâd advise you to go back when you still have the choice.â Hamzahâs tone remained the same, the last serious remark slipping out with a half-smile, as if it hadnât been meant to land too heavily.
His hands fumbled with the things in his backpack, pulling out a crumpled receipt and some loose papers before setting it aside with a quick motion.
He then got up and walked around the bed over to your side, stopping in front of the door, something small clutched in his hands. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes but stopping to turn towards you.
âWanna come outside?â he asked, his gaze catching yours, what seemed like a lighter being shuffled around in hand. His dark eyes lingered a bit, scanning over your face a couple of times, as if searching for something or perhaps just your reaction.
âSureâ you said, your voice steady despite the sudden rush of the moment. Without thinking, you dropped your things, completely unaware that you had left your phone behind.
You followed Hamzah outside, your gaze fixed on the back of his head, as if trying to figure out what was going on in his mind. The air outside was cool, and the silence between you both felt oddly comfortable.
You found a bench just outside the cabin, the stone wall behind it covered in vines and delicate flowers that made it look like it was straight out of a fairytail. But as Hamzah lit his cigarette, and cloud of smoke curled up into the air, you were pulled out of that very magical feeling.
âWant one?â Hamzah asked, catching your gaze on his cigarette.
You shook your head. âNo, thanks,â you replied, your voice almost reflexive.
For a moment, you hesitated, a thought almost slipping from your lips. You were about to say âI stopped that years agoâ but quickly shut the thought down. It felt like the kind of thing that might open up a conversation you didnât feel right to have in that moment. Instead, you let the silence stretch a bit longer, the smoke hanging filling the air you two were sharing.
The sky had softened into deep blue hues, casting everything in muted shadows. Hamzahâs sharp features caught the soft glow of the unfolding moon, you watched the spirals of smoke blown out of his lips drift upward before dissolving into the night.
âI thought I finally stopped, you know,âHamzahâs low voice broke the silence, a chuckle escaping mid-sentence.
You glanced over at him. He was already looking at you, though his gaze seemed to falter, as if he hadnât meant to get caught. The cigarette dangled between his fingers, its ash tumbling to the ground below.
âStill, I carry a pack in my backpack,â he admitted, his tone hollow. âGuess Iâm not stopping anytime soon.â
A humorless chuckle slipped out of him. His eyes dropped to the ground, and a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. For a moment, you noticed the subtle tremor in his fingers.
Hamzah caught the way your eyes lingered on his trembling hand. His jaw tensed, and he lifted the cigarette for another drag, faking nonchalance.
âIâm only smoking âcause of nerves,â he muttered, the smoke curling from his lips. âThis bed situation has been making me a bitâŚâ He trailed off before biting the inside of his cheek. His words swallowed by hesitation.
âItâs hard to stop,â you admitted, your voice low but steady. âI mean, Iâve been there. Quit, started again, quit again⌠Itâs a never-ending cycle.â
The words tumbled out of your mouth like a landslide, a reflexive need to reassure him colliding with an undeniable sense of relatability. Hamzah caught your gaze from the corner of his eyes, his expression softening, steady and quiet, as if he was carefully holding onto every word. When you fell silent, though, he didnât look away. His expression seemed to be expectant, like he wasnât yet ready for you to stop talking.
You hesitated, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your coat. âAnxiety is something you have to battle, not cope with.â
The sentence hung in the air, heavier than you intended. Your tone came out too even, you almost worried it sounded cold. But the words were realâevery bit of them was something you truly meant, words you wished someone had said to you when you were struggling too.
Hamzahâs silent response shouldâve been unnerving, but it wasnât. In fact, the way he looked at you, earnest, almost patient, made you feel oddly grounded. He nodded slowly, the corners of his lips tugging into a soft smile. It wasnât a defeated one this time, but something warmer, more genuine. âThatâs trueâ he said simply. But it didnât feel like just an agreement for you, it was an affirmation that every bit of your words actually mattered.
But before you two could add anything more, Martinâs voice cut through the quiet night.
âHey, weâre about to go eat dinner!â Your cousin exclaimed, walking over to you, car keys jingling in his hand. âYou guys coming orâŚ?â
âJust give me the keys, man.â Hamzah groaned as he stood up from the bench, a soft grin peeking through his rough act, swiftly catching the keys thrown his way by Martin.
In the car, you caught Hamzahâs gaze more than once. His eyes shifted between the road and brief glances at you, his steady expression almost as if he were ensuring both the drive and you were under control.
You dined at a Chinese restaurant in the area, despite you and Mandyâs earlier talk about wanting to try Ontarioâs traditional country dishes. Hamzah had scoffed at the idea, insisting there was no such thing, and if there was, it wouldnât be worth tasting.
During your second round of sushi rolls, Martin, mid-attempt to hit the ending scene âWickedâhigh notes, accidentally knocked over a bowl of hot soup. The contents spilling all over your light blue dress. Though the soup wasnât boiling hot, Hamzah moved quickly to catch the bowl and then proceeded to dab at the stain with tissues while Martin apologized profusely. You laughed it off, even if the damp spot on your stomach left you trembling during the walk back to the car, the chill of Canadaâs cold air biting at your wet skin.
Clutching your coat tightly in a futile attempt to warm yourself, you shivered visibly. Hamzah noticed immediately and leaned toward you. âYou okay?â
âJust give her your jacket alreadyâ Mandy scolded, peering over Martin to shoot Hamzah an annoyed look.
Hamzah shrugged off his jacket without a word, holding it by the shoulders as he hovered it behind you. The awkward silence stretched long enough to make you wonder if you were supposed to laugh or not, but his steady expression made you quickly slip your arms through the sleeves, the jacket settled warmly around you, its length arriving to your thighs.
His hands brushed against your shoulders as he adjusted the coat, patting it into place with a casualness that made you undeniably flustered. But despite the warmth left on the coat from Hamzah, you found yourself longing for the heat of his hands on your shoulders, a thought you tried to brush off throughout the whole walk.
As you made your way back to the lodge, the chilly, pine-scented air wrapped around you, illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns decorating the vine-infested walls. The chirping of crickets seemed to sing you a gentle welcome.
âLook at the stars!â Mandy exclaimed, elbowing Martin, a finger pointing up above. The group came to a halt, all turning your heads upward as one.
Above you was a sky so clear and full of stars it was hardly comparable to the light-polluted streets of Toronto. You stood still for a moment, mesmerized by the view, while Martin silently pulled out the camera.
âThereâs the Big Dipperâ you said while pointing toward a constellation, tracing its shape with your finger. The others squinted, following your gaze. âSee? Thatâs the handle, and thereâs the body.â
Hamzah stopped squinting to turn to the camera with a big confident smile, one that practically screamed a stupid joke was about to come out of his mouth.
Hamzah tilted his head, squinting at the stars. âBro, the Big Dipper is what I get at Daveâs Hot Chicken, know what Iâm sayinâ?â
His terrible attempt at comedy was met with two deadpan stares, as expected, from both you and Mandy. Martin the other hand stifled a laugh, but quickly collected himself, turning the camera around to film himself.
âI donât know, guys, the only beautiful star I see is the one right next to me.â Martin said, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend and pulling her close. Mandy rolled her eyes but couldnât help the smile tugging at her lips as she reached out to rest an arm on his back.
Hamzah groaned, his eyes flicking back to the sky.
âLittle Dipperâs right there, right?â He leaned in closer, his gaze following yours, hand extending to point up at the stars. âThough I call âem Ursa Minor and Ursa Major. Never heard of Lilâ Dipper.â
Hamzah joked, mocking your knowledge of astronomy, which made you elbow his side in frustration.
âOh, but Iâm sure you know all about Lil Yeat, right?â You shot back, your tone confident.
But you were met with a burst of laughter exploding from him, his dry chuckles paired with his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. He wiped at his eyes, struggling to catch his breath. âDid you say Lil Yeat?â he gasped breathless.
You rolled your eyes as Hamzah tried to control his laughter, his hand rubbing his face frantically as he struggled to compose himself. He really didnât have to mock you twice in a row, especially when the first joke was based on something you clearly had more knowledge on, and the second one being about a rapperâs name, one that you really couldnât cared less about.
Hamzah hadnât stopped teasing you about it, repeating âLil Yeatâ to Martin, who had the same, in your opinion, exaggerated reaction. The jokes carried on all the way to the cabin, where you two found yourself in after being ditched by the couple, who had conveniently decided they needed some âprivate time.â
âIâm gonna make you a Yeat fan one day, mark my wordsâ Hamzah declared, locking the door behind him. That teasing smirk heâd been wearing all evening was still firmly in place.
âCanât waitâ you replied dryly, heading straight for the bathroom. You unpacked your cosmetics onto the small, cramped counter and began sorting through your skincare essentials. Just as you settled into your nightly routine, Hamzah started hovering in the doorway, holding a moisturizer and toothpaste. You quickly interjected his request to borrow some of your skincare products, cutting him off with a sharp look, but his insistent nudging came back the moment you pulled out a new product.
âWhy not? Thereâs no way I can fit mine in this tight of a space anyway.â he whined.
âThatâs what she said,â you muttered, dabbing your pricey Tatcha moisturizer onto your face.
The night passed quickly as the two of you argued over who had to take a piss the most all the way toplayfully shoving each other to claim the impossibly tiny sink.
When you finally made it to bed, you were relieved to find it wasnât as small as youâd feared. Though not too spacious, it fit both of you well enough under the heavy blankets.
âHoly shitâyour foot!â Hamzah suddenly yelped, jerking his leg away when your icy toes brushed against his calf. His warmth was so inviting, though, that you couldnât help but inch closer.
Without warning, you extended your leg again, letting your foot rest against what you quickly realized was his thigh.
âOh my godââ Hamzah groaned as your heel pressed into his skin. He flinched but didnât pull away immediately, giving you just enough confidence to push further.
Smirking, you placed your foot completely flat onto his thigh, his body warmth radiating like a heater to the entire sole of your foot.
âYou better stop.â he threatened through chuckles, his leg jerking involuntarily as his hand darted out to grab your ankle. You yelped, trying to jerk your leg free, but his hold only tightened, restricting your movement. In a burst of resistance, you pushed forward with more force than you intended.
The sudden motion sent him lurching forward, his chest subtly pressing against your back. You both froze, the laughter still caught in your throat as you felt the fabric of Hamzahâs shorts tickling your thigh.
You quickly turned into a flushed mess, your face heating up as you felt a firm bump against your backside, Hamzahâs breath quickening against your ear.
#hamzah#hamzah fluff#hamzah the fantastic#slushie#slushynoobz#hamzah x y/n#hamzahthefantastic x reader#hamzah fic#out of character.
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GUESS WHO'S BACK BITCHES!!!! >:D
#rennikorambles#ITS YA BOY#BACK FROM VACATION#i got back last night but we were all EXHAUSTED so we passed out#but now i RETURN#the beach was pretty fun glad there was a pool around too#like. i dont really like the beach that much in itself#like the sand the salt water the heat i dont really like#but the things you can do there are just so fun i can never say no#and WE PLAYED FRISBEE. WE HAD A FRISBEE AND WE PLAYED WITH IT AND OH MY GOD#i felt a DOG LIKE INSTINCT.#i was pretty good at throwing and every time i caught it i felt euphoria like YES YES I CAUGHT IT WOOHOO HAHAH YIPPEE#we also brought a boomerang but we forgot how to throw it properly so.. (my brother's finger went through some shit... rip brian)#and we met some new friends! well more like my dad was invited by his pal (who i can just SEE why theyre friends istg)#and his family were the ones coming with us! and so we met their kids and they were all pretty great#the oldest one of them was younger than me so i felt powerful <3#we also played some uno flip and some other games it was just real fun#anyways! lets see what ive missed <3
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notes from nicole piastri's interview on red flags pod
oscar started playing monopoly and chess when he was 4-5 but he was too good at chess (relative to nicole) that she boycotted it
nicole opened her twitter account because oscar wasn't replying to her at boarding school and she needed a place to chastise him ("can you not answer... i KNOW you're on your phone") (it worked because he started replying to her there)
instead of unflappable she calls him "conservative"
even during christmas and birthdays he was never super excited, one time they went with a group of 5 mums and 5 kids to a hi-5 concert (popular australian kids' musical group) and while all the kids were "going nuts" oscar just sat there "focused the whole time" and didn't smile or move lmfao. they were like 3 years old
didn't know what she was doing with oscar as a baby because he was her first child and her mothers' group was her only reference and they went "isn't the best part of the day when you wake up and go to their crib and they smile at you?" and she was like ??? because oscar would wake up and just SCREAM every single day needing to be out of there immediately and she thought that was just normal... then she had the girls and went "ahhhh... so that's what they're talking about"
when he was younger than 2 he needed them to read car magazines to him and was already obsessed with all things automotive and while they were driving would just name off and point out car brands by their badges
for a long period of time he behaved like he was a car and would "spin" his wheels and pretend to accelerate and run like a car lol
did a big burnout the first time he was on a bike (it had training wheels but he still learned very early)
as a mum she wishes he'd chosen golf or tennis since it's much safer than f1 and sometimes people tell her that she technically had a say in that when he was a kid and she said "but i didn't! it was just in him!!!"
won an academic award when he was 13 and she was president of the parents' community so she presented it to him, normally these events are super formal and you simply shake hands but she gave him a big kiss and instead of acting embarrassed or spluttering he looked at the crowd, nodded silently, and walked off
came back for the summer a few years ago and they were biking on the beach together when she had to brake hard to avoid a kid and went over, when she recovered and got back on he went "are you all right?" very deadpan but after they got home they checked his heart rate monitor and saw that he was totally steady the whole time except for when she crashed and his heart rate went through the roof, told him "ah so you do have a heart... we just don't see it"
"there's no sibling that can piss him off?" "well he's a boy with three girls so he just doesn't go there because he's never going to win"
met lily in person for the first time when he came home for the melbourne grand prix (was still alpine reserve), at midnight oscar was like "hey mum you know the dts film crew are coming tomorrow morning right?" and she was like WHAT... and he was like yeah it'll be chill they just want to film us having breakfast like a normal family or whatever and she was like Mate you haven't lived here for 5 years now do you know what breakfast looks like. it looks like your sisters storming downstairs and grabbing an inappropriate breakfast and storming out the door giving me the finger!!! and then the next morning lily comes down and nicole is like "oh is oscar up?" and lily is like no... i think he's still in bed... (many such cases) and then mae refused to be in it so she got dressed and ran off to school 2 hours early to escape them. and then the mclaren fiasco happened and the whole thing got cut out of dts anyway
when she said "oh my god you met matt damon!" he was just like (shrugs) "yeah... yeah..."
they communicate by facetiming and he's Always lying in bed. one time in bahrain he was leaning back on an ornate tapestry and she asked what hotel he was staying at and he was like oh i'm at the royal palace i'm like a guest of the crown prince. she freaked out and was like "oh my god!!! get your head off the tapestry!!!" and he just looked back like ? no it's fine it looks pretty old lol
called her to tell her that he signed his f1 contract and when he said mclaren she Realized and was like oh no i love daniel!! and he straight up deadpanned "yeah everyone loves daniel. that's going to be a problem..." and said verbatim "of all the f1 drivers ever daniel is the worst one to be replacing"
one time in f4 chris couldn't go to a race and billy monger had just had his crash so she flew to the uk for the weekend to support him and when she was driving him back to boarding school she was happy because she had 2 hours to spend with him and she wasn't sure when she'd see him again but instead he slept the whole way through and the moment they got back to school he went "ahhhh... home sweet home" and she wanted to slap him lmfao
first day of primary school when he was 5 years old he said he didn't need her to walk him to school and she was like "well i actually do mate" so he forced her to walk behind him the whole way and the moment they got there he turned to her and went "all right i'm here you can go now" đ
the chinese & italian & yugoslavian is on chris's side of the family while nicole's is scottish & irish ("that's where the pasty skin comes from")
red flags pod sent her a shirt with oscar's face composed of His Tweet and she showed it to him and he immediately said he wanted it
he gave her a small warning before he posted the tweet but it was just like "mum so this is going to happen just don't worry about it. it's all under control. it'll be fine" and was very calm the whole time
"we just had to trust that his personality would come through at some point, because the way he came across was not at all what he's like. people will work out who the real you is so just continue to do what you do" đĽş
all of the kids were obsessed with Cars (2006)
likes his mum's golden syrup dumplings and grandmother's rumballs
AT THE SINGAPORE GP IN 2023 HATTIE DISAPPEARED FOR HOURS TO GO SEE A K-POP CONCERT đđđđ i think it was p1h lmfao (nicole was asked for her favorite group and went "i have no idea. five boys") ((it's txt)) meanwhile oscar is only into house music and she thinks everything he plays is the same song
did pilates when he went home but never with her and thinks it's a lot harder than it looks
takes him minimum 24 hours to respond to anything she sends
she had an exact conversation with oscar where she asked who he wanted to be teammates with and he said "well if i go up against lando i don't even have to get close the first year because everyone knows how good he is" đ
oscar you are so you đ§Ą
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Another cutesy little steddie thing. all fluff. Post vecna. 1648 words.
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Itâs not that Eddie was a wussâŚ
Ok maybe he was, but still this was a terrifying prospect⌠asking Steve Harrington out.
It didnât help that he was getting advice from a 15 year old.
âDo you think he likes you back?â Dustin asked, tapping a pencil against his chin.
âI donât know, Henderson,â Eddie ran his hands over his face. What was he doing? âYouâre supposed to be helping me figure that out.â
Dustin tapped his chin again and looked at the ceiling.
In all honesty, Eddie would usually talk to Jeff about this stuff, but he had to be visiting his family in Ohio because of stupid Thanksgiving.
âWell, you guys hang out a lot, thatâs gotta count for something.â Dustin pointed out.
âYou hang out a lot with Sinclair and Wheeler. You wanna make out with them?â Dustin pulled a face. âThatâs what I thought.â
âI am happily in a relationship, thanks.â Dustin pointed out.
He always had a reason to point it out.
âI know, and I would like to be as well, so if we could get back to the discussion at handâŚâ
âOk, ok⌠Well, Steve hasnât really been dating recently⌠right?â
âNo, he hasnât.â
âMaybe that means something?â
âI donât know⌠He says he just hasnât met the right person yetâŚâ
âWell⌠he used âperson,â not âgirl!â Thatâs a good sign!â Dustin pointed his pencil at Eddie.
âSure, but youâre missing a key point in that statement.â Eddie sighed. Dustin squinted at him. âHeâs met me, Dustin.â
Dustinâs eyebrows shot up. âFair point.â
Eddie dropped his face into his hands. Dustin started up again.
âYour idea that Steve might like you is a hypothesis and science dictates that the only way to conclude if a hypothesis is correct is to prove it. To run experiments.â
Eddie let out a belabored sigh.
âSo, test it,â Dustin continued. âAsk Steve out.â
Eddie stared at Dustin, knowing he was right in his own little, nerd way.
âYeah⌠Ok, alright, yeah, Iâll do it.â
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The next day was movie night at Steveâs with the whole crew. The kids, Nancy, and Robin were all in the living room putting out snacks and arguing about where they would sit. Eddie figured now was as good a time as any. He crossed over to the kitchen, meandering over to Steve who was waiting for the popcorn in the microwave.
âHey.â Eddie offered once he was a few feet away. Nailed it.
âHey,â Steve looked over at him, âhowâs physical therapy going? Iâve been meaning to call you, see if you needed any help.â Steve responded with a soft smile at Eddie, the kind that made all the nervous energy in him disappear. The microwave beeped and Steve pulled the popcorn out, hissing when he grabbed the hot part of the bag before dropping it in one of the big plastic bowls he had waiting.
Eddie grabbed another bag out of the box, unfolded it and handed it to Steve.
âUh, good, good, I guess. I never really know if Iâm doing the exercises right. The paper instructions are shit.â
Steve laughed at that, âYeah, Iâve been there. I could come over some time, help you figure them out?â
âUh, yeah, sure. That would be great⌠actually.â Eddie swallowed. âBut, uh, before that happens, I, uh, I have to ask you something.â Eddie stumbled over the words before looking over his shoulder, making sure no one else would be witness to him getting shot down by Steve Harrington, even if he was in a house full of friends.
âYeah?â Steve turned toward Eddie, leaned his hip against the counter, the picture of nonchalance.
âYeah,â Eddie cleared his throat, âWould you, uh, ever consider, maybe⌠shit. Start over.â Eddie clamped his jaw in a grimace before starting again. He couldnât look at Steve yet. If he saw any bit of apprehension or negative emotion, he would never actually get the full question out. âWould you like to go out⌠on a date⌠with me?â
Eddie finally looked at Steve instead of the cabinet behind his head. His initial look gave him nothing. Steve looked the same, if not a little more still, a little more focused. But he wasnât saying anything. The nervous energy was back with a vengeance and Eddie was starting to feel twitchy the longer Steve stared at him.
And then Lucas walked into the kitchen.
âIs this one ready?â he asked, pulling the bowl with the popcorn bag in it across the counter. The microwave behind Steve beeped. He was still staring at Eddie. Eddie was still staring at Steve.
âUh-huh.â Steve answered.
âShould I get that one out?â Lucas asked.
âIâll get it in a second,â Steve said, his eyes now roaming over Eddieâs face.
âI donât mind.â Lucas offered.
âDude.â Steveâs eyes finally left Eddie and he felt himself deflate a little bit, muscles twinging from where he had been clenching them. âIâll get it. Can you give us a minute?â
âOh! Uh, yeah? Sure?â Lucas replied, quickly grabbing the bowl and heading back towards the living room.
Steveâs eyes flicked back to Eddie and he felt suddenly compelled to talk. Like a tidal wave, his insecurities drowned him.
âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have sprung this on you. Iâm not your type, I know. Iââ
âYes.â
âDonât even know ifâŚâ Eddie stopped to process what Steve said. âYes? Yes, Iâm not your type or yes you⌠you want toâŚâ
âYes. Iâll go out with you.â
Eddie finally looked at Steve, really took him in instead of concentrating on not collapsing in on himself. Steve looked almost⌠shy? Nervous? There was the slightest blush on his neck, the smallest, guarded smile. He, Eddie now noticed, had been white knuckling his own arm ever since Eddie asked.
Interesting.
Eddie relaxed a little. âYeah?â
Steveâs smile grew bigger as he nodded. âYeah.â
Eddie couldnât help the smile that took over his face. He did it. He asked Steve out. And Steve said yes! Whatâs more, Steve looked caught off guard in the best way possible. âOh, just you wait, Harrington. Iâm gonna wine and dine you like youâve never been wined and dined before.â Eddie grinned.
âThe popcornâs getting cold! Whatâs taking you guys so long!â Dustin yelled from the living room.
Steve turned to the microwave to get the popcorn and Eddie reveled in Steveâs smile. The way it looked like he was restraining it, the way Steve looked lighter than he had in weeks.
They walked back to the living room together, and Eddie kicked Mike off the couch so he could sit next to Steve. Halfway through the movie, Steve slipped his hand into Eddieâs. On impulse, he pulled Steveâs hand up to kiss the back of it, before shifting closer and leaning his head on Steveâs shoulder. When he felt the press of Steveâs head on top of his he thought maybe he was dead. Maybe the bats had finished him off and he was in heaven.
He would have to thank Dustin for pushing him to ask Steve. He would never hear the end of it.
When the movie ended and everyone was leaving, Eddie hung around the living room so he would be the last to go. He refolded the blankets, rewound the tape and put it back in its box, and picked up the popcorn bowls and candy wrappers. He was in the kitchen throwing things out, thinking maybe he had enough time to run to the bathroom, when Steve reappeared.
âEveryone head out?â Eddie asked as Steve approached him.
âMhmm.â He replied before stepping around the kitchen island and stopping in front of Eddie. âCoast is clear.â
âOh yeah?â Eddie grinned, stepping closer.
âMmm,â Steve hummed before leaning in, pressing his lips to Eddieâs.
Eddie had kissed quite a few people before, boys and girls alike, but this kiss with Steve. It was different. It filled him up, distracted him from everything else so that when his back hit the counter it almost startled him.
âSorry.â Steve hummed, pulling away.
âDonât be.â Eddie managed to get out before pulling Steve back in. He was definitely in heaven. Except in heaven, he wouldnât be almost peeing his pants. Curse that whole bottle of coke.
Eddie pulled back with a soft, âshit.â
âYou okay?â Steve asked.
âYeah, fantastic, great. Except I think Iâm about to pee my pants. Donât go anywhere, Big Boy.â Eddie said before practically running to the bathroom, Steveâs surprised laughter following him down the hall.
When he got back, Steve was washing the popcorn bowls and pizza plates from earlier in the night, sweater pushed up to his elbows, the locks of hair hanging in his eyes swinging with his movements. Eddie stepped up behind him and wrapped his arms around Steveâs waist.
âNo one has ever asked me out.â Steve said after a few seconds.
âWhat?â Eddie let go in surprise, moving next to Steve so he could see his face. âSeriously?â
Steve nodded.
âThe way girls talked about you I would have thought they would be lining up.â Eddie mused.
âNo. Iâm the guy, you know? I mean they definitely dropped hints, but none of them asked me.â
Eddie reveled in that for a second. He was the first person to ask Steve Harrington out.
âSo, how does it feel being on the receiving end?â Eddie asked, nudging Steve.
âSo good.â Steve smiled at him, the sincerity of his words bleeding out of him so much that Eddie had to dart forward and peck him on the cheek.
âWhere do you want to go?â Eddie asked.
âYou said you were gonna wine and dine me,â Steve replied, âI trust you.â
Those words sent a bolt of pure reassurance through Eddie. âOh, Steve Harrington,â he half sing-songed, half chuckled, âIâm gonna date you so hard.â
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Spy tf2 and his identity
Character analysis (or at least my vision on him, if you believe my reasoning)
What do we know about Spy? He's a disguise mastermind. He can pretend to be anyone in order to infiltrate into the scene to do his job - quite literally, stab people on the back. But when he's not in the battle, what is he to his teammates? A suave Frenchman, a gentleman with taste, somewhat a leader.
At least, that's the persona he prefers to show. But is he really..?
What if I tell you that this person never drops his disguise?
For a man who always wears a mask and who's identity being secret is a sacred part of his role in this job, isn't this persona too much to show if it is real? Frenchman, rich, ladykiller... Wouldn't it be too easy to decipher his identity with so much clues provided? Wouldn't it be dangerous?
While Miss Pauling and the Administrator definitely know Spy's real identity, hiding it is a major thing for whatever reason. One could assume it might be because of Scout (obvious guess) but I doubt he's a sole reason. Spy very much enjoys being the Spy all by himself. Do what's the deal?
Let's start from the beginning.
Why did Spy join Mann Co. in the first place?
Let's take this assumption as a fact: people come here out of desperation. They are professionals in their field, yet in their past/casual life there is a pattern of them having difficulties that push them into joining this service. I don't see why Spy would be an exception.
The reason for joining is usually money. Some people question why Spy, a wealthy man from higher society, would join Mann Co. if he has it all already.
Well, probably because he really does not.
Have you ever met an aristocrat? Wealthy people don't get so protective about their expensive suits, they can afford cleaning or a new one. Regardless, rich people don't usually get stingy about material goods, especially if they're mass produced.
At least, not those who were born into wealth.
Spy's defensiveness about his "wealthy stuff", his pomp-ness, disgust and arrogance towards "plebs" gives off a man who knows what it means to live in poverty and who doesn't want to be associated with it ever again.
(Not even talking about his own filthy habits such as not washing his mask and pissing on walls? Jesus Christ)
Dare I even guess that he might be not French at all? His French is so broken. (Although, so is Medic's German, but at least he uses his language much more frequently and in more complex sentences, while Spy only uses French to say some basic expressions, occasionally confusing them with other languages). Definitely not a native.
If anything, he's not giving "rich man" at all, he's giving con man. And that fits my picture perfectly.
So, poor upbringing. How old is Spy? If he's Scout's father (and he was young when he was conceived), I'd say he's no less than 20 years older than him. I'd give him a few more years actually. So, approximately Spy is around 50 at the events of the game (1968-1972). Let's assume he was born somewhere in the 1910s.
Even if he's not French, I still agree that he's probably European. Hmm, what was happening in Europe at the time Spy was a kid?
Oh yeah. The Great Depression.
See my picture: imagine, a child from a lower class family during the Great Depression, his parents were most likely to not take good care about him (both because of the economical situation AND as an echo to Spy's struggles with his own fatherhood). He has to run away from home early and start to make money. Any way possible.
Unavoidably, it leads to crime.
Petty theft, blackmail, scams. Changing identities. Selling low quality products and services. Changing identities again. When older, seducing rich women to stay at their homes overnight, be fed and supported. Running away from the police. Walking into a trap of the mafia, and then joining them as their goon.
In this nightmare of a life he just had to keep pretending to be someone else, someone better and stronger, in order to his ego to not completely shutter. He had to imagine he was an invincible mastermind trickster of some sort, not just a poor boo-hoo victim of poverty who has never knew normal life and care.
And if you pretend for long enough, you become your role eventually... Right?
His true self was long lost forgotten under many layers of new identities. Worse, his true self was never known. And he didn't want it to be known in its ugly and disgusting vulnerability. Narcissism became his lifeline.
It's so much better to be Spy. To be rich and elegant and respected. His ego rebuilt.
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Batboy Meets Batfam
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"Relax Batty, it's just one dinner." Dick parked the car inside the Wayne family manor's garage.
"But I hate billionaires. Can't we just go to Batburger and go home." Danny whined slumping in his seat.
"What's so bad about it? He's your grandfather now." Dick asked.
"The last billionaire I met was the only other of my kind. And he was awful. Tried to kill me, clone me, marry my mom, kill my dad, ruined my life. That last one was something he achieved." Danny's wings materilized and wrapped around him as he sulked.
"I know it's hard Danny and I can't promise no one will ever try to hurt you like that again but I can promise I'll stick by you. I can also promise to kick the butt of anyone who tries messing with you." Dick said ruffing Danny's black hair that popped out from under his leathery wings.
"Still don't wanna go." As Danny said this he began to shrink.
Dick sighed, he had learned recently that Danny was a shifter of some kind. It was useful to hide his identity but he would also use it to get out of doing things. When Dick told Danny to clean his room or study Danny would shrink to the size of a toddler and say "Im baby" to get out of it. Dick is ashamed to admit that he's let Danny get away with it because baby bat pictures are precious and worth their weight in gold. He has a wallet full of pictures now.
But Dick has to put his foot down this time.
"Danny being little won't get you out of this. Do you really want to meet your new family like this?" Dick asked.
Danny huffed and turned in his now ill-fitting hoodie the size of a 3-year-old.
"Alright come on." Dick gave up scooping the toddler-sized teen under one arm and walking into the manor. "Alfred still has Bruce's old baby clothes somewhere."
"Ahh!"Danny yelped.
"What? Don't want that? If you show up as a baby, they will think you are one. You know Tim Drake is going to be there. He's going to be in the same school as you. Do you want him to think you're a baby?" Dick said holding the kid at eye level.
In surrender, Danny grew back to his normal size.
Dinner was oddly quite as everyone studied Danny closely.
Barbara was the least concerned as he talked about work with Dick and pushed Danny a bowl of strawberry salad. She wanted good aunt points. Danny would love her the most.
Cassie studied Danny's features. It was almost creepy how much he looked like Dick. She'd believe it if Dick was his biological father. Except for the eyes. Danny had a very particular eye color they were blue in the center but kind of had a green ring on the iris. The condition was called central heterochromia and it's rare.
Damian wasn't glaring like he usually would. He looked almost wide-eyed at Danny but remained silent.
Jason was absent as always apparently he was moved by Dick's announcement.
Then again Danny was supposed to be a surprise.
Tim and Danny seem to strike a cord immediately. Danny despite how silly he was the teen was very intelligent. Tim wasn't as subtle as he wish, mostly because Danny cornered him in conversation.
"So you're more used to living in a small town?" Tim smiled politely.
"Hmm? I didn't say that exactly. I said Im just new to the city." Danny responded.
"So you're from a different city? Metro or Star?"
"Neither, It's nowhere you'd know. Not really notable."
"You're going to be family soon, of course i want to know."
They went back and forth for a while. Tim was probably irritated after finding nothing about Danny's identity. And that meant Bruce was probably suspicious as well. Dick had to bet that Bruce's overactive paternal instincts would overwrite his need to investigate.
"So Danny, have you heard of the new vigilante in Bludhaven? The one they call Batboy?"Bruce asked wiping his mouth with a napkin as he ate.
This was the question Danny was waiting for.
"Of course! Have you seen the pictures on social media! Everyone is talking about him. Like, he has wings like a bat. Do you know what I'd do to get that power?! I mean he's not Superman but come on its so cool. We don't have metas-Is that what you call them? Yeah, metas. We don't have them where I'm from so I didn't think I'd ever met one. Dick said he met him the last time he saw Nightwing and promised to get me a picture but he didn't and he said he forgot." Danny put on a pretty convincing fanboy routine.
"I see. So Dick told you he's friends with Nightwing?" Bruce probed.
"He didn't need to tell me. Nightwing found me after I ended up in Bludhaven. I was pretty banged up and he parched me up and took me to the police station. I tried to leave but he told me that Detective Grayson would look out for me." Danny said digging through his salad to pick out the fruit and nuts.
"What about your parents?" Bruce asked softly.
"Bruce," Dick said in warning.
"Its fine...my parents didn't want me anymore. I can't go back. They'd probably kill me. But it doesn't matter anymore, they aren't here." Danny said stiffly feeling uncomfortable for saying a bit of truth.
They say the best way to lie is to have a bit of truth. Danny disagreed. The best way to lie is to have no truth, so they can't tell the difference.
Dick pulled the teen closer as Danny pulled his hands inside this hoodie hiding one of the burn scars on his arm but just enough to show that they were there.
Bruce didn't say another word.
Damian seemed to make his mind up at some point and joined in the conversation.
"Do you eat meat, Nightingale? I've noticed you haven't touched anything with it." Damian sounded oddly cordial.
"Ew, no. I don't eat meat. My friend always said meat was murder and taught me about how evil slaughterhouses were. We once raided a local farm to-oop. I forgot there are detectives at the table. I promise I'm a law-abiding citizen and not an eco-terrorist...anymore." Danny smiled too innocently.
Damian nodded in understanding. They had found common ground. That still doesn't mean he liked Nightingale. But he couldn't fight him since he didn't seem to know anything about their vigilante lifestyle.
Damian had to begrudgingly admit that Danny's presence was welcome. Soothing even.
It didn't matter. He and Drake still had bigger plans. Finding out who this "Batboy" was. They just needed Dick give up some information about the bat metahuman.
Tim had his suspicions that it was Danny but Batboy had stark white hair with black streaks and green eyes. Not to mention wings.
They would have to agree to disagree.
"Danny you have to eat something other than fruit. Eat the rest of the salad." Dick tried to sound stern but caved almost immediately when Danny pretended he didn't hear that.
Bruce internally sighed. Does he step in and help or let Dick figure it out. How does one be a grandpa to a non-vigilante who you can't threaten with no patrols?
*Bonus*
Danny when he see fruit.
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Why I Love Hanamusa
I get this question very frequently but have never given a really in depth, definitive answer. All just kinda implied through my comics and spread out asks. So here's this I guess! Long post ahead:
First, as a PokĂŠmon fan in her mid 20s, I love seeing a ship where the characters are both in their mid/late 20s. Already, theyâre much more relatable to me and my current experiences. Most PokĂŠmon ships are between preteens, which can be cute but ultimately donât interest me as much as they used to when I was a kid myself. Not enough to get super invested in and draw a lot of fanart for anyways haha.
Iâll also start by saying that canon doesnât always influence whether or not Iâll ship something. Iâm much more drawn to potential. Could the characters work together? Do their personalities work together in a nice way? I feel like this so much of fanon is anyways. Especially with queer relationships because theyâre rarely depicted in the first place. A lot of the context for these ships is usually up to the fans to piece together or make up in general. And thatâs the fun part to me!
Jessie and Delia have only met in the anime a handful of times. Any interaction theyâve had has either been pleasant, or just a typical Team Rocket interaction, with Delia dismissing them/not seeing them as a threat. Already a great jumping off point for me since, truly, they donât have any actual beef or true, ill feelings towards each other. Itâs not TOO out of the realm of possibility for them to potentially fall for each other. âBut Jessie chased Deliaâs son around trying to steal his PokĂŠmon!â Thatâs where that dismissive and aloof attitude that Delia has comes into play. Iâll go more into Deliaâs whole deal a bit later but I do think this aspect of her personality is a large reason why this ship can work. Itâs not that she doesnât care that Jessie has a bad past, but she can tell that, on the inside, Jessieâs a good person. And, in a scenario where Jessie is trying to become a better person, is forgiving enough to give her a shot. I feel like this is such a solid foundation for a ship. A character who has done wrong but is trying to be better and another character who is willing to help them be better. A classic dynamic!
Itâs not just one-sided though; where Jessie is the only one benefitting and learning from the relationship. I believe Delia could get a lot out of being with someone like Jessie. To understand why, I think itâs important to know these charactersâ respective backstories.
Jessie is an orphan/foster child who grew up in poverty. Her mother Miyamoto (from The Birth of Mewtwo) was a Team Rocket operative herself, who went on a mission to find Mew. In order to do this, she had to leave Jessie when she was just a toddler. Unfortunately, Miyamoto went MIA on her mission leaving Jessie to more or less fend for herself. Jessie went through life with zero stability, evident by her MANY different careers and constant moving around. Itâs implied in the show that she went from foster home to foster home, and later in life tried being an idol, weather girl, florist, wine connoisseur, actress, most notably a nurse and finally a Team Rocket field agent. And even while in Team Rocket, she, James and Meowth were always doing odd jobs to get by. We see that Jessie used to be a sweet kid, and even adult, but the world and her circumstances repeatedly did her dirty, leading her to become the character we know today. Hot tempered, mean, selfish, etc. But despite this, her soft side does still shine through for the people and PokĂŠmon she cares about. She is incredibly loyal.
Delia, unbeknownst to a lot of fans, also had a rough past (see Pocket Monsters: The Animation). Like Jessie, she had a lot of dreams and aspirations like wanting to be a model and even a trainer. But when she was 10, her mother didnât let her, telling her that she had to stay home and learn to run the family restaurant (sheâs an only child). Deliaâs father left her and her mother to be a trainer, and never returned. When she was 18, she married Ashâs father and became pregnant shortly after. But right after Ash was born, he also set off to be a PokĂŠmon trainer. And soon after that, her mother passed away, leaving Delia with just the restaurant and baby Ash. This gives so much context to Deliaâs attitude in the show. We see that Delia is pained whenever Ash leaves on a journey, but she never shows that pain to anyone. ESPECIALLY Ash. Sheâs very quick to shoo him off when he shows any sign of wanting to go on another journey and even when he returns home, she acts more excited to see Pikachu than him almost every time. Without all this backstory, itâs easy to just read this as a funny gag, BUT with context, I think it really shows how quickly Delia shuts down and detaches in order to not confront her own feelings. Sheâs afraid of losing people and getting hurt again.
All that said, I think Jessie and Delia provide each other with EXACTLY what the other needs.Â
Aside from becoming rich and famous, Jessieâs biggest aspiration is to get married. In my opinion, this is more so an underlying want for love and stability. There is no one more stable in the show than Delia. Deliaâs lived in Pallet her whole life, sheâs worked at the same restaurant since she was young and she is always there when Ash comes back home. She has all the love, patience and stability Jessie needs and craves. While forgiving, Deliaâs not stupid and can keep Jessie in check. Deliaâs also just an angel, which I feel, would make Jessie want to be better. And on top of all this, on more of a surface level, Deliaâs a chef and excellent cook. She shows love through cooking and Jessie, who grew up poor, regularly starving and eating snow, happily receives that love. Jessieâs able to live a happy and healthy life with someone like Delia.
Delia, as stated, is very stable. Likely pretty monotonous and solitary, especially living in such a small town like Pallet. This isnât a bad thing but itâs a little sad when you consider that Delia also had dreams of traveling, being a model and a trainer. She had to give up so many dreams in order to fulfill her duties as a restaurant owner and mother. And even now, when Ash is off on his journey, she feels the need to always be home and be that stable pillar, leaving behind any ambitions she had, thinking itâs too late for her (sheâs only 29 btw). But then along comes Jessie, dangerous, passionate, an absolute firecracker. Someone whoâs whole life has been about chasing dreams and either, never giving up on them or finding a new dream to chase. Upon learning about Deliaâs past aspirations, I could see Jessie pushing her towards them, letting her know that lifeâs too short and she has nothing to lose from trying. On top of this, Jessieâs also loyal. She, James and Meowth are depicted as doing anything for anyone who gives them food or shows them kindness. Delia does both so thereâs no way Jessie would leave her. This fulfills an essential need for Delia, who is afraid of the people in her life leaving her.
Thereâs so much potential for mutual growth and learning between these two and I adore that. They compliment each other, they help each other and they bring out the best qualities in one another.
Iâm not really sure how to end this and I could truly talk about them even more but I donât want this to be tooooo long haha. OH I could end it with maybe the most funny aspect of this ship that I've brushed over and also what drew me to it in the first place. Jessie. As Ashâs stepmom. THE END.
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Arranged Marriage â Hoshi x Reader
â Synopsis: In contrast to the tired old plots of arranged marriages where the couple can't stand each other, you and Soonyoung are childhood friends. It's not just like marrying a friendâno, no, actually, it is marrying a friend, no-frills and simple. â WC: 10k â WARNINGS: smut, fluff, fingering, oral (m. receiving), penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, choking, one single slap on the ass, hair pulling, aftercare, whipped!hoshi, hoshi teases reader until she almost cries for dick, mentions of alcohol, mentions of body fluids (cum, sweat), DIRTY TALKâprob the nastiest dirty talk i've written.
You knew this day would come.Â
Growing up in a world where luxury, money, stock exchange, and business were the pillars of existence, arranged marriages were just another part of the cycle. Two patrimonies merging into one for the benefit of both familiesâit was a tradition as old as time.Â
Some couples embraced the spotlight, showcasing their unity to the world. Others barely tolerated each other, living in separate homes to maintain a fake image. There were also those whose mutual disdain led to chaos both in their personal lives and in the family businesses.
When you saw Soonyoung in your home, dressed in a suit that clearly wasnât his style, you felt a hurricane of emotions. His usual vibrant, carefree energy seemed stifled under the weight of the tailored fabric. You greeted him and his family alongside your parents, both of you a shy mess, but something in his eyes told you things might not be as bad as you feared.
âHey,â Soonyoung murmured as you both found a moment away from the adultsâ formal discussions. âThis suit is killing me.â
You laughed softly, feeling a sense of relief. âYou look... different.â
âYeah, definitely not my usual style, you know meâ he grinned, loosening his tie. âBut I guess weâre both out of our comfort zones today.â
You nodded, memories flooding back of the two of you playing outside when kids, during business congresses, your parents inside discussing mergers and acquisitions while you and Soonyoung chased each other around the gardens. âDo you remember those days?â
âOf course,â he said, eyes lighting up with nostalgia. âWe had our own little world, didnât we?â
âWe did,â you replied. âAnd now, here we are.â
âSo, how do you feel about this?â he asked, shy, looking at your expensive dress, clearly set for tonight. âAbout us... getting married?â
âIâve been preparing for it my whole life, I guess,â you said honestly. âBut with you... it feels different. Less intimidating."
âI feel the same,â Soonyoung admitted. âI mean, if it had to be anyone, Iâm glad itâs you.â
You smiled. âMaybe we can make this work. Find a balance between our lifes.â
âYeah,â he agreed. âWe can create something new, something thatâs ours.â
You looked at him, seeing not just the boy you grew up with, but a partner. Someone who understood the complexities of your world and was willing to navigate them with you.
You looked around your house, taking in the scene. Soonyoungâs family mingled with yours, coworkers from your parentsâ firms exchanged polite conversation, and your and Soonyoungâs nephews were playing circles around the couch.Â
The weight of the day pressed on your shoulders, a burden that didnât match the elegance of the dress you were wearing for the marriage proposal.
Soonyoungâs eyes met yours, noticing your tense posture. âYouâre nervous, arenât you?â he asked softly.
You looked at him, sulking, and he recognized the same expression you had when you were eight.Â
He leaned in, whispering, âDonât tell anyone, but I brought a bottle of tequila. Itâs in my trunk. Would you like some to relax?â
You stared at him in silence before nodding with an exasperated look, feeling like it was exactly what you needed.
âDid you bring a shot cup?â you asked, following him outside.
He stopped, bottle in hand, and you both laughed. Taking the bottle from him, you leaned against his car, opened the cap, and poured a generous shotâmaybe a little moreâstraight into your mouth. Soonyoung watched, his mouth wide open in surprise. You handed the bottle back to him.
âWhy are you nervous?â he asked, taking a swig himself, looking comically exaggerated as he did. âIâm the one who has to kneel and propose today. My heart feels like itâs about to explode.â
You both laughed like teenagers getting away with something forbidden, hiding behind his car.
After a moment of comfortable silence, you broke it. âDo you have the ring here?â
He looked at you and nodded.
âCan I see it?â you asked, your curiosity piqued as if he had a rare PokĂŠmon card.
âIs that right?â he teased.
You made doe eyes and asked, âPretty please?â
He smiled, pulling a small black box from his pocket and opening it for you.Â
The diamond ring sparkled in your eyes, its brilliance captivating. âItâs beautiful,â you murmured.
Soonyoung nodded, grinning. âMy sister helped me choose it. I originally wanted a diamond shaped like a cat, but she said that wasnât appropriate.â
You laughed, the image of a cat-shaped diamond making you smile. âItâs beautiful, but a kitten-shaped ring sounds adorable. I wouldâve loved that too.â
His grin widened, a small, proud smile lighting up his face as you both admired the ring.
Your moment was interrupted by Soonyoungâs mom's voice, echoing from the house. âOh my god, are you already proposing?â
Soonyoung choked on his own saliva, his eyes wide with panic. The best thing to do now? Say no and face his motherâs scolding for showing the ring prematurely, or actually propose right then and there?
Before he could think it through, he found himself on one knee on the sidewalk, his heart pounding. You quickly hid the tequila bottle behind your back.
âSoonyoung, what are you doing?â you whispered, eyes wide.
âI... Iâm improvising,â he replied, clearing his throat. âY/N, will you marry me?â
The spontaneity of it all, made you laugh and cry at the same time, you needed to pretend you were actually emotional. âYes, Soonyoung. Yes, I will.â
You barely noticed the sudden crowd that had gathered around you, they'd appeared out of nowhere, all eyes on the two of you. Soonyoungâs hand trembled slightly as he slid the ring onto your finger, the cool metal contrasting with the warmth of his touch.
You smiled nervously at him, teeth gritted. âHug me,â you whispered urgently, your eyes darting to the tequila bottle that was precariously wedged behind your back. âPlease, put the tequila bottle inside your car. It's practically shoved inside my ass.â
Soonyoung blinked, processing your words before a grin spread across his face. He pulled you into a tight hug, the kind that felt both reassuring and grounding. As he embraced you, he expertly reached behind you, his fingers brushing against the bottle.Â
You could feel his body shaking slightly with suppressed laughter.
âHang on,â he whispered back.
He managed to grab the bottle and discreetly slid it out from behind you. Still holding you close, he took a step back towards the car, opening the door with one hand and slipping the bottle inside. The whole maneuver was so smooth that you doubted anyone noticed the clandestine operation.
That moment eased the tension of the night, but the tequila hadnât taken effect yet, and you knew you had to keep an eye on Soonyoung. His alcohol tolerance was notoriously low, and you didnât want him to embarrass himselfâor worse, get into trouble.
As the night wound down and Soonyoungâs dad started to lead him to the car, Soonyoung sulked, trying to resist. âI want to talk a bit more to my bride,â he protested, his voice slightly slurred. His words elicited good-natured laughter from both families, who were enjoying the unexpected turn of events.
You walked over to him, giving him a warm hug and patting his head affectionately. âItâs time to go home, Soonyoung,â you said gently.
He looked at you with wide, earnest eyes, the warmth in his gaze reminding you of why you felt less nervous than you should. Soonyoung had always been warm-hearted, and maybe thatâs why you felt a sense of calm amidst the chaos.
As you pulled back from the hug, Soonyoungâs hand lingered in yours for a moment longer. âPromise youâll call me tomorrow?â he asked, his tone earnest despite his tipsiness.
âPromise,â you replied, smiling as you squeezed his hand.
With one last affectionate look, Soonyoung allowed his dad to guide him into the car. You watched as the vehicle pulled away. Your parents approached, their expressions a blend of amusement and expectation.
âWell, that was quite a night,â your mom said, her eyes twinkling with delight.
âYes, it was,â you agreed, glancing at your dad, who nodded in approval.
âYou two make a good pair,â your dad said, his tone warm. âIâm glad to see you both getting along so well.â
Your parents were now expectant, believing you and Soonyoung were truly becoming a couple. And in a way, you wereâjust not in the conventional sense they imagined.
The next day, even though it was a promise to a drunk boy, you called Soonyoung in the morning. Like any typical business wedding, the preparations started swiftly, aiming to have the wedding happen as soon as possible. Today, you were going to choose the food and drinks for the event.
When Soonyoung arrived, he was all tidied up, but his face was clearly tired. You laughed a bit, âYou lookâŚâ
He completed for you, âFucked?â
You chuckled, âI wasnât going to say that.â
âLong night,â he admitted, rubbing his eyes. âBut Iâm here.â
âGood, because we have a lot to decide,â you replied, glancing at the event agent who was discussing the dessert options.
As you both looked at the event agent, who insisted on adding superfluous things to the sweetsâlike a layer of goldâyou exchanged amused glances. The agent was enthusiastically explaining the virtues of gold-leaf-covered desserts.
âGold? For us to... poop?â Soonyoung murmured incredulously.
You stifled a laugh and leaned closer to him. âCanât it be something more tasty?â
The agent looked slightly taken aback. âGold leaf is quite a statement piece.â
Soonyoung nodded, trying to be polite. âBut we were thinking of something simpler.â
âHow about churros?â you suggest.
The agent blinked, clearly not expecting that. âChurros? For a wedding?â
âWhy not?â you said with a grin. âTheyâre delicious, and everyone loves them.â
âBut they donât exactly scream luxury,â the agent protested.
âThey scream fun,â Soonyoung countered. âAnd isnât that what weddings are supposed to be?â
The agent sighed, making a note. âAlright, churros it is. Anything else?â
âMaybe some street-style tacos?â he added, enjoying the agentâs bewildered expression.
âTacos?â the agent repeated, as if the word was foreign.
âYeah, why not?â Soonyoung agreed. âLetâs keep it simple and tasty.â
The agent finally nodded, albeit reluctantly. âVery well. Iâll make the arrangements.â
Honestly, days flew by with Soonyoung by your side. Planning every little detail of the wedding together brought both fun and challenges, especially when your tastes didnât always align. It was a bit complicated at first, like when you two were choosing the destination for your honeymoon.Â
Soonyoung wanted an adventure-packed trip to the Amazon rainforest, while you preferred a relaxing beach resort in the Maldives. The negotiations were intense, but you eventually settled on a compromise.
Choosing Soonyoungâs suit also proved to be a task. He insisted on wearing a tie with a tiger print, a nod to his childhood love for tigers. You were surprised that his fascination with the big cats had persisted, but you drew the line at a tiger tie. âAbsolutely not,â you told him firmly, trying to imagine the looks youâd get. âA tiger tie is a no from me, and I think a lot of people would agree.â
âFine,â he conceded with a sigh, but you could tell he was already thinking about how to sneak a little tiger motif into his outfit.
When it came to choosing your dress, you were accompanied by your mom, Soonyoungâs mom, and his sister.Â
Soonyoung, the only man in the group, tagged along as well. The other brides at the boutique initially assumed he was either your brother or your stylist.Â
Their jaws nearly dropped when they overheard he was actually the groom.
One of the brides, adjusting her veil in front of a mirror, turned to you, wide-eyed. âWait, heâs your husband-to-be?â
âYes, he is,â you confirmed with a smile, watching Soonyoung fuss over a lace detail on one of the dresses.
Another bride laughed softly. âLucky you! Heâs so involved.â
âHeâs been amazing,â you said. âExcept for his obsession with tiger prints.â
Soonyoung, overhearing, grinned and walked over. âWhat can I say? Tigers are cool.â
âSoonyoung, youâre a unique groom,â his sister teased, shaking her head.
As you tried on dresses, Soonyoung offered his opinions with surprising thoughtfulness, balancing out his more quirky suggestions. He was genuinely invested in making sure you felt beautiful and confident in your choice.
Youâd tried on everything: the biggest gowns, the tightest silhouettes, dresses with endless layers of skirts, and others that hugged your hips so closely it felt like they were molded to your skin.Â
There were corsets that took your breath awayâliterallyâand fabrics that shimmered under the boutique lights.Â
But this time, when you left the dressing room, you were wearing a veil.
Soonyoungâs eyes didnât lie for a second. He liked this one very much. The women around youâyour mom, Soonyoungâs mom, and his sisterâfussed over the dress, adjusting it here and there, offering compliments. But Soonyoung was speechless.
If Soonyoung were to be completely honest, up until this moment, he had always seen you as his friend, the girl he was going to marry because of an arrangement. You were the same girl who used to run around the events, eluding the security guards with your mischievous giggles.Â
But now, you were different. You were a woman. His woman. And you looked stunning.
He couldnât take his eyes off you. The transformation was breathtaking. You stood there, looking radiant in your wedding dress, and for the first time, the reality of the situation hit him. You werenât just a friend anymore; you were about to become his partner, his wife.
He was so lost in the moment that he didnât realize he was gawking until you and the women turned to him, waiting for his response. He blinked, snapping back to reality, and managed to find his voice.
âYou look...â he started, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. âYou look absolutely stunning.â
Your cheeks flushed at his earnest compliment. âYou really think so?â
Soonyoung nodded, still unable to tear his eyes away. âIâve never seen anything more beautiful.â
His sister grinned, nudging him playfully. âTold you sheâd find the perfect dress.â
Your mom wiped away a tear, âYouâre going to make a beautiful bride.â
Soonyoungâs mom stepped forward, adjusting a tiny detail on the veil. âThis is the one. Itâs perfect.â
You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling a sense of certainty wash over you. âYes, this is the one,â you said, smiling at the reflection and then at the people around you who made this moment even more special.
[...]
The days leading up to the wedding were a whirlwind of activity. Every day brought something new to choose, and your creativity was running dry. You were worn out, and Soonyoung knew it. Today had been particularly exhausting.
As the realtor showed you yet another option for apartments in the Metropole, you responded with short answers, your enthusiasm long gone after visiting sixteen places that day alone.
âSo, what do you think?â the realtor asked.
Soonyoung noticed your hesitation. âCan I talk with my wife for a sec?â he asked.
The realtor nodded and walked off, giving you space.
âY/N-nie... are you okay?â Soonyoung asked softly, looking at you through his lashes.
You sighed, your shoulders slumping. âIâm so tired,â you confessed.
He took a step closer, his voice softening. âDo you want to talk about it?â
You breathed out heavily. âMy family is putting a lot of pressure on me, and Iâm working relentlessly at the company. I canât wait for us to get marriedâŚâ
Soonyoungâs heart sank a little. âYou want to get married just to get free from it?â
âNo, itâs not just that. Itâs everything. The wedding preparations, the constant decisions, the endless work... I feel like Iâm drowning.â
He reached out, gently taking your hand. âWe donât have to rush this, you know. We can take our time.â
âBut everyoneâs expecting so much from us,â you replied, feeling the weight of expectations.
âLet them expect,â he said firmly. âAnd I want this to be as much about you as it is about us.â
âI just... I donât want to disappoint anyone,â you admitted.
âYou wonât,â Soonyoung assured you. âYouâve already done so much. Itâs okay to take a step back and breathe.â
You took a deep breath, feeling a bit lighter. âAlright. Letâs look at this apartment one more time.â
Soonyoung nodded, giving you an encouraging smile. âAnd if itâs not the one, weâll keep looking until we find the perfect place for us.â
You laughed softly, the tension easing. âYou always know how to make things better.â
âJust doing my job as your soon-to-be husband,â he said playfully.
Soonyoung was doing an incredible job.Â
From what youâd heard from friends who had gone through the same situation, they didnât have partners like Soonyoung. You felt proud of him.Â
He was your rock, making sure you took a breath when you were overwhelmed by the slightest things. He even insisted you didn't move a finger during brunch, making you so relaxed that you found the apartment youâd been searching for on the very same day.
The drive home was quiet, the car enveloped in a peaceful silence that allowed you a moment to rest. You laid your head back as he drove, appreciating the tranquility. Once you arrived, you stayed seated for a bit, soaking in the comfort of the quiet.
Soonyoung looked at you, waiting patiently. When you finally looked up, he gave you a gentle smile. âReady to go in?â
You nodded, feeling a bit more refreshed. âYeah, letâs go.â
He stepped out of the car and came around to your side, opening the door for you. âTake your time,â he said softly.
You appreciated his patience as you slowly got out of the car. âThank you, Soonyoung.â
He smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked towards the house. âIâm just doing what any good partner would do.â
You leaned into him, feeling grateful for his support. âI donât think everyone is as lucky as I am.â
He chuckled softly. âWell, Iâm pretty lucky too, you know.â
As you entered the house, you felt a sense of relief. The apartment search was over, and you had found the perfect place. More importantly, you had Soonyoung by your side, making every step of this journey easier.
âSo, whatâs next on our list?â he asked, guiding you to the living room.
You sank into the couch, feeling the exhaustion of the day catch up to you. âI think a nap is next on my list.â
He laughed, sitting beside you. âThat sounds like a perfect plan.â
You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of the day lift off your shoulders. âWake me up in an hour?â
[...]
The days flew by in a blur with the whirlwind of wedding preparations. It felt like only moments ago you were choosing flowers, tasting cakes, and finalizing guest lists.Â
Now, as you stood at the end of the aisle, holding a bouquet in front of Soonyoung, the reality of the moment hit you with full force.
The weight of the dress and the pressure of looking perfect made your hands sweat like never before. You felt like a porcelain doll, perfectly polished and poised.
Soonyoung stood there, his eyes fixed on you with pride. He couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. Here you were, a perfect woman by his side, and even better, an old friend he'd known for years.Â
The familiarity of your presence brought him comfort. Despite the fact that you hadnât really dated, the idea of having someone as pretty and cool as you with him every day made him feel at ease about the whole situation.
As you walked down the aisle, your eyes met his, and a small, reassuring smile played on his lips. He looked stunning in his suit, and the way he stood tall, waiting for you, made your heart flutter.Â
You could see a hint of nervousness in his eyes, mirroring your own, but there was also a calmness there, a silent promise that everything would be alright.
When you finally reached him, he extended his hand towards you. He leaned in slightly, whispering just loud enough for you to hear, âYou look amazing.â
You blushed, your nerves momentarily forgotten. âThank you. You look pretty good yourself.â
The vows were sincere, filled with heartfelt words that spoke more to your shared friendship than any romantic notion. Both of you couldnât help but giggle as you remembered all the crazy things youâd done together as kids.Â
Your minds flashed to the time you stole sweets from an event or when you both jumped into a water fountain during an important dinner with company directors.
As the officiant declared you husband and wife, all of these memories became a sweet reverie. You leaned in and whispered with a playful glint in your eye, âAre you going to kiss my lips or my cheek?â
Soonyoung blushed, clearly caught off guard by the question. A kiss on the cheek was typical in such moments since most arranged couples didnât share a romantic bond. He stammered for a moment, his face flushing a deep shade of pink.
âWell⌠uh⌠I suppose the cheek would be safe,â he mumbled, eyes darting nervously.
You couldnât help but chuckle softly, leaning closer. âBut whereâs the fun in that, Soonyoung?â
He looked at you, his eyes widening slightly. The playful challenge in your gaze gave him the courage he needed. With a deep breath, he moved in, his hand gently cupping your face.
âI think Iâll go for the lips,â he whispered back, his voice steadying.
The crowd held its breath as Soonyoung leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a soft, tender kiss. It was a simple kiss, not passionate, but filled with the warmth of years of friendship and the promise of a shared future. The applause that followed was thunderous, but all you could focus on was the feeling of his lips against yours.
As you pulled away, you both wore matching grins. âThat wasnât so bad, was it?â you teased,
He laughed, shaking his head. âNot bad at all. Actually, it was kind of nice.â
You linked arms, turning to face the crowd together. Your parents looked relieved and proud, while your friends were cheering loudly, clearly entertained by the spectacle. Soonyoungâs eyes met yours again, and there was a newfound spark there, full of possibilities.
As you both shared champagne with your parents, Soonyoung playfully asked, "No tequila tonight?" You were about to respond when his mom's voice cut in, "Tequila?"
Soonyoungâs eyes widened, and his mouth twisted into a frown as he tried to suppress his laughter. You quickly improvised, "Huh, h-he meant... tacos! We had tacos with tequila last time, remember?" You forced a smile, hoping it sounded convincing enough. His mom seemed satisfied with the answer, nodding along.
After mingling with guestsâaka talking with people from work about the next meetingâyou finally found a moment to escape the spotlight. You and Soonyoung crouched behind the kitchen, hiding from the crowd. The chefs chuckled at the sight of the newlyweds sneaking bites of food, but they made sure to hand you the best eats, knowing how overwhelming the day could be.
Soonyoung grinned, playfully nudging you. "We're so used to doing this at parties that we're practically pros now."
You nodded in agreement, a mischievous smile on your face. "Even though it's our own wedding party," you said, shaking your head in disbelief.
He chuckled, looking at the gold ring on your finger with a sense of wonder. "Our wedding... I still can't believe it. Oh my god, we're grown adults now."
You couldnât help but laugh, reaching out to pat his head mockingly. "We've been grown adults for... kind of a long time already," you teased, a playful glint in your eye.
He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, then leaned in closer, his voice softening. "Yeah, but it feels different now. Like, we're really starting something new."
You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. It was true. The reality of your situation was sinking in, but in a way, it felt comforting. You had each other, and that made everything seem a little less daunting. As you sat there, hidden away from the chaos of the celebration, it struck you how much you appreciated this momentâjust the two of you, stealing away for a breather.
âShall we follow tradition?â Soonyoung asks, a playful glint in his eyes. You frown, confused, as he reaches into the fridge and pulls out a bottle of tequila.
âShould tequila be kept in the fridge?â you ask, laughing at the sight.
âI hope so,â he replies, pouring the liquid into a cup. âThis one is expensive.â
You raise an eyebrow, taking the cup from him. âThe cheapest has the same effect,â you say, waiting for him to pour his own.
He chuckles, raising his glass. âBut todayâs a special day. We deserve the good stuff.â
You laugh it off, crossing your arms before taking the shot together. The familiar burn makes you both scrunch up your faces.
The wedding party was truly one of a kind. You and Soonyoung were a bit too excited, turning the waltz space into a wild dance floor.Â
At first, your parents were too embarrassed to join, especially at the sight of Soonyoung twerking on you. But soon, even the directors and business partners were on the dance floor, dancing and drinking extravagantly.
[...]
The next morning, you and Soonyoung were woken up by the buzzing of your phones.Â
Your makeup was smudged and stamped on the pillow, and you were still in your wedding dress. You scratched your scalp, feeling the bobby pins still tangled in your hair.Â
Soonyoung was no better; his shirt was unbuttoned to his belly button, his tie was loosened around his neck, and his hair looked like a bird's nest. He scratched his forehead groggily. Despite sharing the same bed, you both seemed unbothered by it.
You grabbed your phone and saw the company group chat flooded with messages:
âWow, last night was incredible! Congrats to the newlyweds!â
âI can't believe we all danced that much! My feet are killing me. :')â
âBest wedding party ever! So happy for you guys!â
âMy head is pounding, but it was totally worth it. ^^ Cheers to you both!â
âIâm still recovering from all that dancing. What a party!â
âNever thought Iâd see the CEO breakdancing. ă
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You couldn't help but smile at the messages, as Soonyoung peeked over your shoulder, a sleepy grin spreading across his face.
âMy head hurts,â Soonyoung complains, rubbing his temples.
You adjust the corset of your dress, feeling the tightness around your ribs. "My ribs are squeezed," you grumble, wincing as you try to get comfortable. "I can't believe I slept in this."
He yawns, glancing down at your leg. "You even kept the garter on," he points out, noticing the delicate band still around your thigh.
You crack your neck, feeling the weight of the long night. "Your sister gave it to me, so I put it on," you explain, lifting the voluminous skirt to reveal the bridal garter.
His eyes widen comically. "My sister?! Is there something I don't know?"
You frown at him, a bit confused. "You donât know about the tradition?"
Soonyoung looks a bit lost, scratching his head. "I mean, itâs my first time getting married."
You sigh, laying back down. "Traditionally, the groom is supposed to take it off when... taking the virginity," you explain, watching his face turn a shade of pink.
His eyes dart around nervously, processing the information. "So... my sister thought I was... a virgin?"
You shrug, teasing, "Probably. Are you?"
He laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Definitely not. And you?"
You raise an eyebrow, smirking. "Nope. Sorry to disappoint."
He chuckles, finally relaxing. "Good to know. Not that it matters, but... it's funny to think about how everyone just assumes stuff."
âAre you going to take it off?â you tease, stretching your leg up and wiggling your foot playfully. Your eyes glint mischievously as you watch Soonyoungâs reaction.
He scoffs, but a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. âWhat, you mean right now?â His eyes flicker to your thigh, then quickly back up to your face, trying to gauge if youâre serious or just messing with him.
You arch an eyebrow, maintaining your playful expression. âWhy not? Itâs tradition, right? Donât you want to fulfill your husbandly duties?â You stretch your leg out further, making the garter more visible.
Soonyoung chuckles, shaking his head. âYouâre unbelievable,â he mutters, but thereâs a sparkle of joy in his eyes. He reaches out hesitantly, his fingers brushing lightly against your thigh. The touch sends a shiver to your skin, and you canât help but giggle.
âWhatâs the matter?â you prod, your voice dripping with mock innocence. âYouâre not getting cold feet, are you?â
He rolls his eyes, trying to suppress a laugh. âNot at all,âÂ
You bute your lip as his fingers graze the lacy fabric of the garter. His touch is feather-light, almost ticklish, and you squirm a bit under his hand.
Soonyoung smirks, clearly enjoying your reaction. âYouâre squirming,â he notes, his voice low and teasing. âDoes that mean youâre nervous?â
You scoff, shaking your head. âMe? Nervous? Please,â you retort, trying to sound confident despite the rapid beating of your heart. âIâm just surprised youâre taking so long. I thought youâd be an expert at this.â
He chuckles, sliding his hand a bit higher up your thigh, his thumb brushing against your skin in slow, deliberate strokes. âOh, I am,â he replies smoothly. âJust savoring the moment.â
âWell, donât take too long,â you murmur, your voice softening slightly. âWe wouldnât want to miss out on any other wedding traditions.â
Soonyoung grins, his fingers hooking under the garter. âRight, canât forget those,â he says, his voice tinged with a hint of naughtiness.Â
He gently tugs on the garter, slowly sliding it down your leg, his eyes never leaving yours.Â
As he finally slips the garter off, he holds it up triumphantly, a goofy grin on his face. âThere, tradition fulfilled,â he declares, waving the garter like a trophy.
You laugh, shaking your head at his antics. âCongratulations,â you say, clapping mockingly. âYouâve successfully removed a piece of elastic lace. Truly, a remarkable achievement.â
He bows dramatically, playing along. âThank you, thank you,â he says, flashing you a cheeky smile. âIt was a tough job, but someone had to do it.â
You canât help but laugh, the light-hearted banter making the moment feel even more special. Soonyoungâs hand lingers on your leg for a moment longer before he finally lets go.
As Soonyoung gets up, stretching his arms with a yawn, he announces, "I'm going to take a bath." He heads towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
You sit up, still feeling the effects of last night's festivities, and shout after him, âYa! Ladies first!â
From behind the closed door, you hear Soonyoung's laughter echo in the bathroom. âSorry, didnât hear you over the sound of me already starting the water!â he calls back, his voice filled with playful defiance.
You shake your head, smiling to yourself. Itâs these little moments that make everything feel so natural and easy with him. After a few minutes, you hear the sound of running water stop, and Soonyoung emerges from the bathroom, his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his waist.
âAll yours,â he says, grinning. âI left some hot water for you, too.â
You roll your eyes playfully, grabbing your toiletries and heading into the bathroom. The warm water is a welcome relief, washing away the remnants of makeup and the night's events. After a quick shower, you step out feeling slightly more human, though the hangover still lingers.
As you both finish getting ready, the thought of breakfast crosses your mind. However, just the idea of food makes your stomach churn. The hotel's breakfast spread is typically lavish, but today, the thought of greasy bacon and pastries is anything but appetizing.
Soonyoung, dressed in a casual outfit, catches your expression as you look at the food options. âYeah, not feeling it either,â he says, rubbing his temple. âLet's skip it.â
You nod in agreement, both of you opting for just a coffee to stave off the worst of the hangover. With minimal conversation, you gather your belongings, checking out of the hotel and heading straight to the airport.
But one thing you definitely didnât expect was Soonyoung falling asleep on your shoulder within the first thirty minutes of the flight. His head rested heavily against you, and his hand, seemingly by accident, was placed on your thigh.Â
As he softly snored, you couldnât help but chuckle at how comfortable he looked. Anyone passing by would probably think you two were an old married couple, so naturally attuned to each other.
His head's weight pressed down on your shoulder, a constant reminder of his presence. Every now and then, you felt him subconsciously moisturizing his lips, a small, almost imperceptible movement that somehow made the moment even more cute.
You glanced at the small TV screen in front of you, trying to focus on the movie playing. It was a romance novel adaptation, the kind with sweeping gestures and grand declarations of love.
Normally, you might have rolled your eyes at the clichĂŠ, but with Soonyoung sleeping peacefully beside you, it felt oddly fitting.
As the plane cruised through the sky, you found yourself getting lost in the storyline, occasionally glancing at Soonyoung. His breathing was steady, a gentle rhythm that added to the soothing hum of the plane.Â
You shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable without disturbing him, but his hand tightened instinctively on your thigh, holding you in place. It was a small, protective gesture that made your heart flutter.
What you loved the most was when Soonyoung finally woke up, blinking sleepily and then immediately apologizing. "I'm so sorry," he repeated, his face flushed with embarrassment. You chuckled, assuring him it was okay, that he had every right to rest. He seemed genuinely mortified, even offering, âYou can sleep on my shoulder too, I promise.â
You smiled at his earnestness, brushing it off with a light, âMaybe on the way back, then,â as the announcement came that you were about to land.
Once you arrived, Soonyoung was quick to grab the suitcases from the taxi, his efficiency a comfort as you made your way to the hotel's check-in counter.
The conciergeâs eyes seemed to linger on you a little too long, his gaze sliding over your sundress and perhaps admiring more than just the attire.Â
As you waited for the receptionist, the concierge leaned casually on the counter, offering a friendly, yet slightly flirtatious, smile.
âFirst time here, maâam?â he asked, his tone smooth and inviting.
âWell, yes...â you replied, keeping your voice polite but detached. You could feel the weight of his attention and tried to subtly stretch your hand, making sure the gold ring on your finger was clearly visible.
The concierge didnât seem to get the hint, or perhaps he chose to ignore it. âYouâre in for a treat. Weâve got some wonderful spots forââ
Before he could continue, you felt Soonyoung's presence behind you, a comforting warmth at your back. His body pressed lightly against yours, a subtle yet possessive gesture that didnât go unnoticed. His hand slipped around your waist, resting just below your belly, the touch gentle but unmistakably protective.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. âEverything alright?â he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity and a subtle edge.
You could almost feel the shift in the air. The concierge straightened up, his expression flickering between surprise and a polite smile. âOh, just making sure your stay is perfect,â he said, his tone now more professional, eyes darting between you and Soonyoung.
âThank you,â Soonyoung replied, his voice steady. His hand didnât move from its spot on your belly, and the slight squeeze he gave was enough to send a clear message. You leaned back into him, feeling a rush of warmth at his silent claim.
The receptionist finally returned with your room keys, handing them over with a bright, âWelcome to our hotel! We hope you enjoy your stay.â With the keys in hand, you and Soonyoung made your way to the elevator.
As the doors closed, sealing you both from the world outside, you turned to Soonyoung with a smirk. âLooks like someoneâs a little possessive.â
He grinned back, a playful glint in his eyes. âJust making sure everyone knows youâre taken.â
You tease him back with a playful smirk. âWell, itâs just a business marriage. You shouldnât worry about stuff like that,â you say, your tone light and slightly mocking.
Soonyoung scoffs, turning his gaze to the side with a dramatic sigh. âYouâre such an idiot,â he mocks, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
âAn idiot, hm?â you counter, crossing your arms with a smirk. âWell, Iâm an idiot you agreed to marry, so I guess that makes you twice the fool.â
He raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. âSharp tongue of yours, huh?â
You nod, feigning innocence. âWhat can I say? Iâve had years of practice.â
Soonyoung leans in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. âYou know, itâs a shame. I was really looking forward to giving you something special once we got to our hotel room.â
Your curiosity piques immediately. âSomething special? Like what?â
He grins, clearly enjoying your reaction. âOh, just something thatâll make you remember tonight.â
You raise an eyebrow, trying to gauge his meaning. âSomething thatâll make me remember tonight, huh? Care to elaborate?â
Soonyoung chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âOh, I think you already know what Iâm talking about.â
You narrow your eyes, playfully challenging him. âDo I? Because youâre being awfully vague.â
He leans back, enjoying the game. âWell, I guess youâll just have to wait and see.â
The teasing glint in his eyes only fuels your curiosity further. You know exactly what heâs implying, but you play along, eager to hear him say it outright.
âSo,â you press, âwhat is it? Can you give me a hint?â
Soonyoungâs grin widens, clearly relishing the moment. âLetâs just say itâs something thatâll make you very excited. And not just because of the hotelâs decor.â
You roll your eyes, laughing softly. âAlright, alright. I get it. Youâre being all mysterious.â
You sulk, trailing behind Soonyoung as he walks down the hallway toward your room. âTell me, pleeeease,â you plead.
Soonyoung glances back at you with a mischievous smile. âNope, not telling,â he says, his grin widening as he enjoys your insistence.
When you reach the door, Soonyoung unlocks it and pushes it open, gesturing for you to enter. You walk in, your eyes scanning the room briefly, but your focus quickly returns to Soonyoung. He places the suitcases by the door and then hops onto the bed, sprawling out with a relaxed sigh.
You stay standing by the door, your arms crossed over your chest, giving him a sulky, upset look.Â
âSo,â Soonyoung says with a defiant glare, âam I forgetting something?â
You pout, trying to look as curious and frustrated as possible. âYouâve got me curious,â you admit, your eyes wide.
He laughs, brushing his hand through his hair with a playful sigh. âYouâre almost throwing a tantrum over this?â
Soonyoung slides his hand down his abdomen slowly, getting lower and lower, until he's wrapping his fingers around his cock through his white shorts. The outline is clear, thick, and perfectly defined against the fabric.
He gives it a little shake, a sly smile playing on his lips as he watches your reaction.
You stare at him in shock, your knees almost giving way as you take in the sight. Your mouth opens slightly, but no words come out as you struggle to process what you're seeing.
Soonyoungâs smile widens, clearly enjoying the effect heâs having on you. âAre you surprised?â
He chuckles softly, clearly pleased with your reaction. âWell, I figured it was time to give you a little hint,â he says, his hand still resting casually on his bulge. âSo, do you think youâre ready to find out what else I have in store for tonight?â
You stammer, unable to look away from the outline of his cock pressed against the fabric of his shorts. âDo we have to wait until nightfall?â
Soonyoung licks his lips, his gaze never leaving you. âOh,â he drawls, âbut you have to walk properly tonight, so we can go to the restaurant.â
Your eyes darken, a fire igniting within you. âYou think I canât handle all of this inside?âÂ
He raises an eyebrows. âYou shouldnât,â he says, his voice dripping with devilishness. âItâs just a business wedding, after all.â
You narrow your eyes at him. âJust a business wedding, huh? You really want to test me?â
Soonyoung chuckles, clearly enjoying the playful back-and-forth. âThatâs right. Letâs see if you can keep your composure while we enjoy a nice dinner.â
You take a deep breath, feeling a rush of adrenaline. âChallenge accepted,âÂ
Youâve never been so turned on by someoneâs mere presence before. The entire city tour was a cruel game of torture, all at Soonyoungâs hands.Â
In the taxi, his hand had wandered to your nude thigh, brushing against your skin like a feather. The way his fingers lightly caressed your inner leg made your heart race and your breath catch.Â
At the restaurant, the casual caresses continued. His leg pressed against yours under the table, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.
The warmth of his skin against yours, the way he would occasionally let his knee slide up your thighâeach movement was like an electric current surging through you, leaving you squirming in your seat.
Walking through the jewelry fair was an exercise in restraint. As you admired the sparkling displays, Soonyoungâs hands kept drifting to the exposed skin of your back. His touch was light, almost playful, but each graze against your bare skin made you shiver with need.Â
You could barely focus on the dazzling jewels in front of you; your mind was consumed with the need for him.
By the time you were back in the elevator, you felt like you were on the edge of losing control. You could feel his eyes on you, sharp and hungry, as you pressed yourself against the wall.Â
You turned your face away, but you couldnât hide the truth from him. Your nipples, straining against your dress, betrayed your arousal. Your legs, pressed tightly together, were a clear sign of your desperation. Even your unsteady breaths gave you away.
When you finally arrived at the hotel room, you barely made it inside before your desperation took over.Â
You throw him against the wall, hands planted firmly on his chest. The sound reverberates through the room, probably making the neighbors wonder what the hell is going on. His usually small eyes are wide, staring at you flaggerblasted.Â
Your breath mingles with his as you lean in, letting your lips barely graze his. Your voice comes out breathy, almost desperate, âPlease. Stop teasing me.â
For a moment, he's stunned, caught off guard by the whininess in your voice and the look on your faceâlike you might break if he doesn't give you what you need right now.
It's a twisted scenario, considering you're his childhood friend turned wife is standing before him with an expression that borders on agonyâan agony only he can alleviate.
For a moment, he looks like he might laugh, but he knows he's on the verge of losing all sense of control, but a part of him relishes the idea.Â
âSay it again,â he murmurs. He knows he's playing with fire, but he can't resist the thrill. His lips barely brush against yours, teasing, taunting.
âSoonyoung, I'm going to fucking cry if you don'tââ
âHold it,â he commands,you shudder, your breath hitching as he lifts your dress. And you comply, bunching the fabric in your fists to keep it out of the way.Â
His hand slides down the front of your panties, and your head falls back.Â
Soonyoung leans in, his lips ghosting over your ear. âYouâre so fucking impatient,â he growls.Â
His fingers slide through your slick folds, finding you wet and wanting, throbbing everytime he rubs his fat fingers on you. âYouâve never even tasted my cock, and youâre already obsessed, huh?â He presses his thumb against your clit, making you gasp. âYouâre such a needy little thing, arenât you?â
You whimper, your hips bucking against his hand. You can barely think straight. âPlease, Soonyoung,â you beg again, your voice cracking.
He chuckles darkly, clearly relishing your desperation. âYou want my cock so bad, don't you?â His fingers slide inside you, curling just right, and you cry out. âYou want me to fuck you senseless? Make you scream my name?â
âYes,â you breathe, your voice barely a whisper. The words spill out of you, unfiltered and raw. âI want you to ruin me.â
âYouâve never had anyone fill you up like I will,â he says. âIâm gonna stretch you out so good, baby. Youâll be begging for more, even when you canât take it.â
The dirty talk, the sheer vulgarity of his words, makes you even wetter. You feel like you're on the verge of losing control, and it's rousing.Â
Soonyoung's fingers pump in and out of you, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. His thumb rubs relentless circles on your clit, and you can feel the tension building, winding tighter and tighter.
âYouâre gonna cum on my fingers first,â he whispers. âAnd then Iâm gonna fuck you so hard, you wonât be able to walk straight for days. Is that what you want, baby? To be fucked so good, you canât even think about anything else?â
âYes, yes, please,â you pant, your voice high and desperate. You can feel the orgasm building, Soonyoung's touch is all-consuming, driving you wild with every stroke.
âSuch a good girl,â he murmurs.âSo eager to please. Iâm gonna make you feel so fucking good.â
Here and there, Soonyoung is driving you insane with his body affixed to the wall, one strong arm holding your leg up. His wrist swiveling to match his fingers as they explore your weeping cunt and his repetitive rubbing of the areas that cause you to roll your eyes.Â
You cry out, gasping as you roll your hips onto his fingers, the orgasm making you forget what would be appropriate at the time. Soonyoung's fingers work you through it, drawing out every last drop of you.
As you come down from the high, you realize you're still clinging to him, fingers deep on his muscular shoulders, your breaths coming in hiccups. Soonyoung pulls his fingers out of you, and you feel a pang of loss.
Your legs feel like jelly, and you can barely stand. Soonyoung catches you, pulling you close.Â
Soonyoung's eyes rake over you, his smirk widening as he takes in the sight of your trembling legs. âYou're trembling,â he chuckle. His gaze drops to the slick mess between your thighs, and he bites his lip, clearly reveling in the sight. âBetter than this... you're literally dripping,â appreciating.Â
He lets your leg down, holding you firmly as he guides you back onto the bed. The plush mattress sinks under your weight.
âGod forgive me,â he continues, âbut if our mothers weren't in that dressing room that day, I would've fucked you right there in the store. With that princess veil of yours... I would've pinned you against the mirror and made you scream my name.â
Your mouth falls open. The image of him taking you into that bridal shop, surrounded by white lace and satin, ââhitting you like a punch to the gut.
You're not sure what shocks you more: his bold declaration or the way your body reacts to it, growing wetter with every word.
He smirks at your reaction.
âWhat's the matter, princess? Cat got your tongue?" He teases. His fingers slip under the waistband of your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs. âOr are you just too turned on to speak?"
He's right; you're completely at his mercy, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone a response.
He strips off his shirt, revealing the sculpted lines of his torso, then shucks off his shorts. His erection strains against the fabric of his boxers, and he groans, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as he palms himself.
âI could've fucked you on that altar,â he visualize. "In front of all those guests. Just to show everyone that no matter how arranged this marriage was, you're mine. No one else's.â
He opens his eyes, locking onto yours. âI would've spread you open right there, had you screaming my name, showing them all who you belong to."
His dirty words, the way he claims you with every syllable, makes your head spin.
Soonyoung's hand moves over his bulge, his eyes never leaving yours. âYou don't even know how much I've wanted you,â he hisses. âHow much I want to fuck you senseless, make you mine in every way.â
He leans over you, his breath hot against your ear. âAnd tonight, I'm going to do just that. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget about everyone else. Just me, and this cock inside you, filling you up until you can't think straight.â
You squirm, your body responding to his filthy promises. You can't tear your eyes away from him, your mind racing with the possibilities of what the night holds.Â
Soonyoung's fingers brush against the hem of your dress, and you shudder at the contact. âTake it off,â he orders, his voice rough. âI want you naked, spread out on this bed, ready for me.â His eyes bore into yours, and you know he's not just askingâhe's demanding.Â
You slip your dress over your head, tossing it aside as you finally catch sight of Soonyoung completely naked. His hand moves over his erection, the cockhead glistening with precum. The sight makes you lick your lips.
âCan youââ he starts to ask, but you cut him off, not needing him to finish.
âYes!â you nearly moan. His eyes darken, a smirk playing on his lips as you drop to your knees in front of him.
You take a moment to appreciate the sight before you. His cock is thick and veined, the head an angry red, glossy with precum. You can almost taste it just from looking.
Tentatively, you lean in and press a soft kiss to the tip, tasting the salty precum on your tongue. It's musky and slightly bitter, but it makes you want to choke on this cock. You swirl your tongue around the head, savoring the taste and the way his breath hitches above you.
Soonyoung's hand tangles in your hair, guiding you closer. âYes, baby,â he groans, his voice thick with need. âJust like that.â
Encouraged by his reaction, you take him deeper into your mouth, your lips stretching around his girth. The texture of his cock is smooth yet rigid, the veins pulsating against your tongue. You hollow your cheeks, creating a tight seal as you bob your head, taking more of him with each movement.
His hips jerk forward involuntarily, and you hear a strangled moan escape his lips. âShit, that feels so good,â he pants, his grip on your hair tightening. You look up at him through your lashes, your eyes meeting his. The sight of him looking down at you, his face twisted in pleasure, spurs you on.
You slide your hand up his thigh, wrapping it around the base of his cock to stroke what you can't fit in your mouth. Your other hand cups his balls, gently massaging them as you continue to suck him.Â
You hum around his length, sending vibrations through him. He shudders, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. âYou're so fucking good at this,â he praises, his voice breathless. âSo eager, so perfect.â
You moan around his cock at the praise. You take him deeper, pushing your limits as you feel him hit the back of your throat. You gag slightly but push through, wanting to please him, wanting to show him how much you want this.
âY/N,â he gasps, his hips bucking forward again. âYou're going to make me cum if you keep doing that.âHis voice is strained, you don't know if he's warning you or if he's desperate.
You don't let up, doubling your efforts. You suck harder, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head every time you pull back. Your hand continues to pump the base of his cock, matching the rhythm of your mouth. You can feel him throbbing, his cock pulsing with need.
Soonyoung's moans grow louder, more desperate. His breaths come in uneven pants, his body tense with the need for release. âFuck, Y/N, I'm so close,â he warns, his voice breaking.
You look up at him, your eyes locking with his as you take him even deeper. You want to see him come undone, to watch him lose control because of you. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth, and with one last swirl of your tongue, he lets out a choked moan.
He comes hard, his hips jerking as he spills into your mouth. The taste of his release floods your senses, warm and salty. You swallow every drop, savoring the way he trembles above you. His hand in your hair tightens, holding you in place as he rides out his orgasm.
His hand gently strokes your hair after, a contrast to the rough grip from moments before. You pull back, licking your lips and savoring the last taste of him.
He lifts you up effortlessly, his lips crashing into yours. He doesn't care that his cock was just in your mouth seconds ago or that his cum lingers on your tongue. The taste of himself on your lips makes him moan, the sound vibrating between you.
After a moment, he pulls back, one hand wrapping around your throat, not tight but firm enough to make you feel his presence. His eyes bore into yours, as he licks his sensitive lips.
âYou were sucking me so good,â he rasps, âthat I almost said âI love youâ.âÂ
A laugh bursts out of you, hearty and genuine, and he watches you with a smirk.Â
âI swear,â he continues, his tone playful. âif I'd known marrying you would come with benefits like this, I would've done it way sooner.â âI feel like I owe you something after that blowjob,â he says, his voice dropping into a deeper, more sultry tone.
You bite your lip, a dirty thought flashing through your mind, and Soonyoung picks up on it immediately. Soonyoung's gaze narrows, reading the filth in your expression
âWhat is it? What do you want?â he asks excitedly.
âCan you fuck me⌠doggy style?â you ask.
âYes, I can,â The corners of his mouth twitch, barely holding back a grin.
You look up, pretending to be lost in thought, then say, âCan you fuck me in missionary?â
He nods again, biting his lip, his grip on your throat tightening just a little.
âCan you fuck me inside⌠the shower?âÂ
He presses you tightly against him, his hand gripping your waist possessively, but your gaze still eating him whole.Â
âI can fuck you upside down, sideways, any way you want, baby,â he answers, his voice steady and confident. âJust say the word, and I'll make it happen.â
You moan in response. Too early to say that you're already dumb for his cock?
âGet on all fours and lift that pretty ass for me.â
As you crawl up the bed, you make sure to put on a show. You arch your back, lifting your ass higher, giving Soonyoung the view he wants. You wiggle it a little, teasing him.Â
The motion makes your pussy lips part slightly, already slick and ready for him. You can feel his eyes on you, burning with thirst. Without warning, his hand comes down hard on your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp. You let out a yelp. You know that mark will be there tomorrow, like a postmark, like a stamp, like a reminder of this moment, and the thought makes you even wetter.
He moves behind you, the bed dipping under his weight. You feel his hands on your hips, gripping you firmly as he positions himself. You can't help but push back against him, seeking more contact.
âSo fucking perfect,â he mutters, running his hands over the curves of your ass, squeezing the flesh and kneading it roughly. He spreads you open, taking in the sight of your wetness. âLook at how ready you are for me. You're dripping, baby.â
You moan, pushing back against him, desperate for more. âPlease, Soonyoung, I need you.â
âFuck, you sound so desperate,â he taunts, positioning himself behind you. His cock slides against your folds, teasing you, making you whimper. âBeg for it. Beg for my cock.â
âPlease, Soonyoung, fuck me,â you whine. âI need your cock inside me, please. I canât wait any longer.â
He doesn't tease, doesn't make you wait any longer. He thrusts in with one hard, deep stroke, filling you completely. The sudden intrusion makes you cry out, a slight discomfort as your walls stretch around him. But it makes your toes curl.Â
âGod, youâre so tight,â he groans, gripping your hips as he starts to move. âSo fucking tight and wet for me. You feel that? Thatâs my cock stretching your pussy.â
You moan loudly, the pleasure building with each thrust. âYes, Soonyoung, I feel it. It feels so good. Fuck me harder.â
He picks up the pace, his hips snapping against yours, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. He reaches around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. The sudden burst of pleasure makes you gasp, your body jolting.
He pulls back slowly, only to slam back in, setting a rough, punishing rhythm, making you roll your eyes back.
He's so deep, hitting spots you didn't even know existed. Each thrust makes you see stars, and you can't help but moan loudly, not caring if the entire hotel hears you. The stretch, the fullness, it's all so overwhelming, so fucking good.
âCome on,â he urges, voice a low growl. âCum for me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze this cock.â
It's all too much. The feel of his cock, his fingers on your clit, the dirty words spilling from his lipsâit all sends you over the edge. The second orgasm of the night making you feel already exhausted. Your voice hoarse, as you feel yourself sloppier between your legs.Â
There's no mercy in his movements; he's fucking you through your high, pushing you beyond your limits. Each time he hits your cervix, a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain ripples through you, making your arms tremble uncontrollably.
You try to hold yourself up, but your strength falters. With a soft cry, your arms give out, and your chest falls against the bed. Soonyoung lets out a low chuckle, a smug grin spreading across his face as he watches you crumble beneath him. Even with your body slack, you're impossibly tight around him, your pussy squeezing him like a vice.Â
Soonyoungâs hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he continues to pound into you from behind. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, stretching you, making your walls clench involuntarily around him.Â
He leans over you, his breath hot against your ear, and you can hear the pride in his voice as he coos, âAww, look at you. So fucking helpless, so fucking wrecked. You canât even hold yourself up, can you?âÂ
You can barely muster a response, a breathy whimper escaping your lips as you feel the tears start to stream down your cheeks. Itâs an almost incredulous feeling, the tears mixing with the sweat on your face.Â
Youâve never been fucked like this before, never been pushed to the brink and then beyond, your body betraying you as it trembles under his control. Itâs a raw, visceral experience that leaves you gasping for air, your mind a hazy blur of feel.
Soonyoung notices the tears, and his smirk grows wider. âLook at you, crying for me,â he murmurs, his voice low and husky. âIs it too much, baby? Too fucking good? Love being fucked so hard you canât even think straight?âÂ
His hand moves from your hip to your hair, tangling his fingers in it and pulling your head back, forcing you to arch your back even more. The angle shifts, and he hits that perfect spot inside you, making you moan loudly, your voice cracking with the intensity of it all.
âYouâre so fucking tight,â he groans, his hips snapping forward with even more force. âGod, youâre squeezing me so fucking hard. Itâs like your pussy doesnât want to let me go.â He punctuates his words with deep, hard thrusts that leave you reeling, each one sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through your body.
âSo pretty when you cry,â he continues, his tone almost taunting. âI could do this all day, just watch you fall apart on my cockâ His words are filthy, degrading, but they ignite something inside you, a desperate need for more.Â
The way he speaks to you, the way he claims you with each word and each thrust, is addictive.
You canât hold back your sobs. âPlease,â you manage to choke out, not even sure what youâre begging for anymore.Â
More, less, anythingâjust something to ease the dizzying sensation coursing through you.
He laughs softly, a dark, knowing sound that makes your skin prickle. âPlease what, baby? You want me to stop? You want me to fuck you harder?âÂ
He pulls out almost completely, the emptiness leaving you gasping, and then slams back in with a force that makes your whole body jolt.
âYouâre so fucking greedy. Canât get enough, can you? You want this cock to ruin you, want me to fuck you so good youâll feel it for days.â
All you can do is moan and sob, your body shuddering with each thrust as he pounds into you. The bed creaks under the force of his movements, itâs dirty, raw, and utterly nasty.
âGonna make you cum again,â he murmurs, his voice a dark promise.Â
And as you feel the tension building inside you again, that familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your bellyâyou know heâs right.
He lays you gently on the bed, your back sinking into the mattress. Your face, flushed and glistening with sweat, looks completely wrecked, completely exhausted. Soonyoung feels a brief flicker of pity, but it quickly dissipates as you babble out your dirty words, barely coherent but dripping with need. âPlease... Soonyoung... more, need you so bad... fuckâŚâ
He smirks, spreading your wobbly legs apart, exposing the slick, swollen mess between them. âYou can barely form a sentence, and yet you still want more.â
He slides his cock back inside you, stretching you open once more.Â
Soonyoung's thumb finds your clit again, and he begins to work it in slow, light-touch circles. The sensation is maddening, a delicious contrast to the deep, methodical thrusts of his cock.Â
He watches your face intently, drinking in every expression, every gasp and whimper."That's it, baby," he coos. âLet me see that pretty face when you cum.â
You can barely keep your eyes open, your body overly sensitive from the previous orgasms, but he doesn't let up.
His other hand moves to your chest, fondling your breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple before sliding up to wrap around your throat. This time, the grip is firm, real, and you can feel the delicious pressure as he chokes you just enough to make your head spin.
He leans in closer, his eyes never leaving your face.Â
You cling to him, your arms wrapping tightly around his body, pulling him closer as if you could merge with him, become one. The scent of sweat and skin mingling in the airâit all consumes you.Â
Your body is trembling, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core, a white-hot band of pressure that threatens to snap. Soonyoung's moans are louder now, but they seem distant, like they're coming from underwater, muffled by the roaring in your ears.
His pace quickens, and you feel yourself losing control, your mind slipping away from the physical world. The room, the bed, even Soonyoungâall of it fades into the background.Â
There's only the blinding, all-encompassing pleasure that fills every nerve, every cell in your body. It's like being pulled under a wave, the sensation crashing over you with a force that's almost violent.
Your thighs tremble uncontrollably, and you can feel the muscles in your abdomen clenching, the buildup to your orgasm reaching its peak.
And then, it hits. The climax rips through you, a white-hot explosion that leaves you gasping, the world narrowing down to the blinding sensation of pure, unadulterated pleasure.Â
Your back arches off the bed, your mouth opening in a silent scream as your vision goes white. The intensity is mind-numbing, erasing everything else from your mind except the overwhelming euphoria that pulses through you.
Your body shakes with the force of it, your legs quivering, toes curling as the pleasure radiates outward from your core. You can feel the slickness between your thighs, the way your walls flutter and squeeze around Soonyoung, pulling him deeper inside you.Â
Soonyoung's name falls from your lips in a choked sob, your voice hoarse and trembling.Â
You slowly come back to reality, feeling the weight of Soonyoung's body on top of you, his cum warm and sticky between your bellies.
Soonyoung pants loudly, trying to catch his breath. He lifts his head slightly to look at you, concern flickering in his eyes despite the satisfied smile on his lips. âYou okay, wifey?â he asks.
You manage a weak smile, still feeling the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. âIâm okay, hubby,â
His smile widens, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. âGood,â he murmurs. âYou were amazing.â
You chuckle softly, the sound a bit strained. âYou werenât too bad yourself,â you tease, your hand coming up to rest on his back, feeling the muscles still taut from effort.
He laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against your own. âGlad I could satisfy my wife on our first night together,âÂ
âThink we should clean up?â Soonyoung asks after a while.
âProbably,â you agree, though neither of you makes a move to get up just yet. Youâre too content, too wrapped up in the warmth and comfort of each otherâs presence.
Eventually, with a reluctant sigh, Soonyoung shifts, carefully pulling away from you. The cool air hits your skin, making you shiver slightly. He helps you sit up, his hands gentle and supportive as you both make your way to the bathroom.
The weight of the wedding ring on your finger feels heavier now, more symbolic than ever. Itâs not just a piece of jewelry; itâs a constant reminder of the commitment youâve made and the life youâre building together.
Soonyoung, despite his own exhaustion, is kneeling beside the tub, gently washing you. His focused expression as he works to make sure youâre clean and comfortable. The sight of him, so dedicated and caring, makes your heart swell.
You feel a pang of guilt as you see the tiredness etched on his face, a reminder of how much heâs given for you, both physically and emotionally. Your legs, still trembling from the aftermath of the passion, had given up on you, leaving you reliant on him. The thought of him taking care of you, even in his weariness, makes you feel both grateful and a bit ashamed.
âHey,â you say softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm. âYou donât have to do this. I can manage on my own.â
Soonyoung looks up at you, his eyes softening as he smiles. âI want to,â he says quietly. âYou took care of me earlier, and now itâs my turn to take care of you. Besides, itâs kind of nice, being able to do this for you.â
You look him in the eye and sense the truth in his words. His warm, comforting smile belies the weariness that is evident in the lines on his face.Â
[...]
As you and Soonyoung lie together in bed, the room is quiet except for the soft rustling of the sheets and the occasional sigh from either of you. The memories of what just happened still lingers in the air, making both of you feel a bit shy and stunned.
As Soonyoung lays his head on your chest, you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. He sighs contentedly, his fingers lightly tracing patterns around your breast.Â
âSo,â he begins, his voice tinged with both surprise and a hint of playfulness, âwhen I hinted at what I wanted, I honestly didnât think you'd go for it. I was kind of... hoping, but also preparing for a rejection.â
You chuckle softly, your fingers running through his hair. âOh really? And why not?â
âWell, for one, youâre ridiculously hot. I didnât think youâd be that into it right off the bat.â
You giggle, feeling a rush of confidence. âOh, come on. Why wouldnât I? Youâre hot, and letâs be honest, you knew exactly what you were doing.â
âDamn, so you think Iâm hot, huh? And here I was thinking Iâd have to put in a little more effort.â He rises to look at you, but you make him lay again, your cheeks flushed.
âI canât believe we managed to go from âI doâ to âLetâs fuckâ in just a few days. We really donât waste any time, do we?â You say, grinning.Â
âYeah, I guess I underestimated how much Iâd resist you, but I knew I was in trouble from the moment we got married⌠I thought Iâd be a strong soldier, holding out a bit longer.â
He hums thinking.Â
âIâm surprised I managed to hold out for as long as I did.â he finishes.
You raise an eyebrow, a naughty smile playing on your lips. "Well, I guess youâre not as disciplined as you thought. Seems like you fell for me quicker than youâd like to admit.â
Soonyoungâs eyes sparkle. âYouâve got me completely hooked.â
You let out a dramatic sigh, your hand resting on his cheek. âPoor soldier. Captured by the enemy and all. What will you do now?â
He leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. "I guess Iâll just have to surrender to you completely.â
âEven the strongest can fall. And letâs be real, Iâm pretty good at making sure my soldiers surrender.â You shrugged, smirking.Â
He bursts into laughter, shaking his head in disbelief. âDamn, you really know how to make a guy feel like a total pushover.â
âI plan on keeping you hooked, you knowâwell, at least until the next time we have a âconversationâ like tonight."
âWell, if this is what marriage looks like, I think Iâm going to enjoy every minute of it.â
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ok shy bau reader and the team finally managed to get her to come a rossi dinner party so she can meet the rest of the team families that she hasnât met yet, maybe after her first date with hitch and the team realized quickly she softened very fast with the kids and jack and her just seemed to click really fast and jack had her talking more than any of the team has so far⌠hotch is star eyes
hotch x shy!bau!reader \\ Dinner and Delights
Warnings: brief mention/allusions to Christianity. Otherwise, fluff! More insight into what Aaron is thinking :) I got very carried away, I hope you enjoy <3
"Woah hot stuff, where are you going so fast?" Morgan intercepts you with an arm around your shoulder as you attempt to slip out of the BAU unnoticed. "Hopefully to get ready for our big dinner plans?"
It's not that you don't want to go to one of Rossi's famous dinner parties, you're just afraid that your sub-par social skills would be noticeable by tenfold in a more casual environment.
At work, you can hide your quietness by talking about the psychology of the unsub, your specialty as a licensed psychologist. You can pretend you're not hiding in your shell when the team is all laughing and talking about personal lives by quietly listening while pretending to read your maps and journals. You can observe them and spend time with them, because you do truly love them all at this point, without feeling bad that you prefer to listen over talk.
And that's really it - you prefer to listen to them. You would say you've all but warmed up to all of them. You like Morgan's teasing, Emily's stories, Reid's rambling, Rossi's sarcasm, and Hotch's...
Everything, but the thought snaps you back to the present before you can dwell on memories of a sweet date in a dark restaurant.
"Of course," you succeed, nodding and sending him a tight-lipped smile.
"Hey," he slows you down and stops in the hallway, turning you to face him gently before lifting his hands in a placating gesture as if you were an animal he expects to run. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with but I promise none of us are trying to lead our little lamb to slaughter. We know you're quiet," the admission embarrasses you and makes you feel guilty pleasant that he sounds so gentle about it, "and nobody minds, I think it's cute and I think the rest are just happy our other genius isn't as vocal as Reid."
Your nose scrunches at the small dig and you open your mouth to protest at putting Reid down to lift you up.
"And look at that! Another thing we all love - you're quiet but won't let anyone say anything about the other behind their back. You're a good person, we all just want to spend some less-intense time with you. So, go home and doll yourself up, and get ready to see Hotch wine tipsy. We all know that's your main motivator." Morgan winks at you and moves quickly down the hall and away from you, laughing, before you can protest.
He's not wrong, though, and you shake your head as you move toward the elevator.
You end up on Rossi's doorstep, choking the neck of a bottle of expensive wine between two sweaty palms. Your heart is in your throat, nerves humming in anticipation.
Your team cares about you. Nobody expects you to be anything you're not. Gentle affirmations meant to soothe over your skin in gently lapping waves erupt into steam; like water hitting lava rock. You're too tense, too worried about not saying enough or too much; saying the wrong thing or saying the right thing only once and never living up to the expectation of repeated occurrences.
"Hey," Emily says from behind you. You turn to see her jogging up to stand beside you, brushing off her pants and adjusting her jacket. "You brought wine!" She cheers happily, reaching past you to turn the nob and open the door.
She gestures you inside, making no comment about your obvious hesitance. With her by your side, your nerves are calmed. Aside from Aaron, she's the easiest for you to be around. You don't feel any expectations with Emily. She doesn't talk too much or too little, doesn't push, doesn't ever send a pitying look when you opt out of activities outside of work.
"Château Lafite," you say to her, lifting the wine and shaking it gently in the air as you walk inside.
"Oh! Fancy wine."
"Wine?" Rossi asks, rounding a corner. He's dressed slightly more casually in a soft sweater and jeans, drying his hands off with a pristine dish towel. "The more the merrier, bring it in here."
You follow his gesture back into the kitchen, leaving Emily to go to what you presume is the living or dining area.
"Where did you find this?" Rossi asks, taking the wine from you to examine it and letting out a low whistle as he appreciates it.
"Just my local winery," you say, neglecting to admit that you go there often enough that the owner leaves the nicer stuff behind the counter for you.
Lonely nights crave wine, twisting them into lovely things you can appreciate. You enjoy your own company after years of quietly observing others. You've learned how to observe yourself, too, after all of these years.
And, even though you don't quite realize it, the self-awareness carries like confidence. That's what Aaron sees in you: observant eyes darting across a room and noticing everything, understanding flickering before anyone else catches a cue, deft movements across the paper while taking notes, and swift motions always with a purpose.
It's what he sees now, hands in the pockets of his dark jeans while he leans in the doorway of Rossi's kitchen, watching you. How could he not? You're a lovely creature, always begging for his eyes to settle on you for another second, and then another.
He knows the moment you realize he's in the room, minutes before Rossi. You stand straighter, tilt your chin lower, and are aware far before you tilt your head to the side to send him a soft smile. He returns it before Rossi can catch him. It's a warmth he wants to reserve for you.
"Dave," he interrupts the other man's monologuing about the wine he's sure you already know all about, "Jack would like to know if he and Spencer can use your chess set when he gets here?"
"Of course, I'll get it from my study." Rossi leaves, passing you the wine and gesturing to the opener.
Aaron steps in before you can start the process of opening the wine. He doesn't quite know why, but he wants to do it for you. He finds himself wanting that more and more recently: to do simple tasks for the sole purpose of you not having to do them. Opening doors and pulling out chairs are simple gestures that he did with Hayley, but he wants to do sillier, smaller, things, too. Straighten the pens on your desk back into their cup, reorganize the files on your desktop, untangle the wires of the headphones he really should reprimand you for using at your desk, open a damn bottle of wine he can't pronounce the name of but that he heard you say so gently to Emily as you walked in.
"Jack's here?" You ask, handing him the wine and crossing your arms over your chest as you lean back against the counter to watch him work.
He relishes how your eyes focus on his arms, pupils dilating, as his muscles work under his thin henley.
"Yes, I have him this weekend and he likes to spend time with Reid and Garcia."
He has to step closer to reach above you to get the wine glasses. He could ask you to step aside, tuck his hand against your waist to move you himself, or simply walk into the next room to grab the glasses sitting on the table. But, instead, he tucks one foot in between yours, puts one hand on the back of your head to guard it from the cabinet, and opens it to find the nicer crystal there.
Your breath hitches across his neck and he remembers the chaste kisses he's given you before. Nothing serious, nothing has been yet because he's waiting for you to lead him into that, but tantalizing nonetheless. He steps back to pour the wine, standing closer to you than he started.
A little for you, passed gently, and then a little for him. Dave could pour his own glass.
You take the wine and sip it slowly, tongue darting out to taste before you sip. He's reminded of communion as a child. The blood of christ, sacred, something to be tasted but not meant to satiate. Reverence in a sip, devotion in a small act.
He wants to give you the same thing. The desire hits him in the sternum, suddenly, leaving him winded as he watches you lower the glass. Your eyes are locked on his, you haven't seemed as hesitant about holding his gaze recently - something that makes him melt - and he wonders if you can feel how he wants to take care of you. How he wants to show you the same force that water uses to carve canyons. Persistence and pressure, time and care. He's willing to take his time, he's filled with the same patience as everything all together in nature. He's a rabbit perched on its hind legs, sniffing the wind for safety before darting forward; the bird hung in flight between beats of wings, the whisper of wind carrying small seeds miles away to wait and watch the growth. Wait, wait, wait, however long it takes, he's there. For you.
It's a strong feeling to fully realize in David Rossi's kitchen, but he's grateful for it, anyway.
"It's good," you comment softly, eyes smiling.
"Is it?" He asks, setting his glass down and retaking his spot nearer to you. He misses your warmth. "Can I?" He asks, brushing his fingers across your jugular before cupping your cheek.
"Taste the wine?" You tease, eyes flickering to his glass. The gentle jest pulls a chuckle from his chest. Another thing you've become more comfortable doing around him. His blood and bones sing at how familiar you can be with him.
"Yes," he says in a breath, dipping his head down to brush his lips against yours.
And you're reciprocating - you've always reciprocated, enthusiastically, just never in the pressing way you are now. You set down your own glass to hold his arms in both of your hands. Fingers dig into his arm as you sigh and open your mouth, new lands to explore, tilting your head back to grant him full access.
"Daddy?" Jack asks and Aaron pulls away, a man parched and staring at an oasis in the middle of a desert, before Jack can round the corner. He doesn't go far, though, hand traveling down to the small of your back as he turns.
"Jack?" Aaron replies, waiting for him to come around the corner.
"Hello," Jack says, stopping in the doorway and looking up at you with wide eyes.
You've met him a few times before, always in passing, but you still smile warmly and wave at him.
"Hi, Jack."
"Do you know how to play chess?" Jacks asks. Aaron smiles at the eagerness on his son's face.
"Yes, I do. Would you like to play?"
"Yes please!" Jack jumps forward to grab your hand, pulling you into the living room before you can react.
You go easily, though, following him with a gentle laugh that warms the coldest parts of him. Pieces of him he doesn't think have seen the light in years brighten at the sound. He's heard you laugh before but something about the sight of you laughing because of Jack illuminates needs that he didn't even know he had. Needs you're meeting before he can feel the yawning desire of them.
He follows, unable to resist the desire to see you two interact over and over again. You're setting up the board, listening to Jack chatter on, nodding intently.
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Trial and Error
Pairing:Â Azriel x Reader
Summary: Based on the request: "Azriel with single mom reader? I feel like being a single mom in ACOTAR would be tricky as hell⌠reader comes from autumn court and flees to night court because she got pregnant out of marriage? đŻ the shame"
Word count:Â 2.2k
Warnings: A little angst
a/n:Â Okay this has taken over my brain. I hope you enjoy it!! You can read the previous little part here and part three here
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âAnd what would happen then?âÂ
âI suppose then we would have to turn into giants, wouldnât we?âÂ
âGiants. Really?â Melanie deadpanned as if she hadnât just unraveled the most incoherent line of questioning youâd ever heard. Her new favorite game was âwhat if,â and you were apparently awful at it.Â
âWellââ you began, pretending to think as you leaned against the counter and tapped your chin. âI guess we could just learn how to fly instead. That way we could go collect the, um⌠bunnies from the tops of the clouds.âÂ
âItâs cats, mommy, not bunnies. Why would a bunny be on a cloud?âÂ
âYou are so right.âÂ
You pushed off the counter and continued restocking the shelves of the small apothecary that had employed you for the past few years. You had started out in Velaris working at a few small bars, but that hadnât lasted long when they discovered you were pregnant. You had earned enough money to get a small apartment at that point, and you just so happened to find one above an apothecary owned by a rather wicked old woman.Â
Lucky for you, she was a wicked old woman who no longer wanted to run her apothecary or deal with the space above it. So, you got a job and a place to live without many questions askedâa two-for-one miracle.Â
âMaybe we could ask Nyx to take us up to the clouds,â Melanie pondered as she fiddled with a bundle of cloves by the register.Â
âWhoâs Nyx, sweetie?â you mindlessly asked.Â
âA boy in my class. He has wings. He told me he canât fly very high yet, but soon heâll be able to.âÂ
You inhaled sharply through your nose.Â
There were probably several boys in her class who had wings and were unrelated to the Illyrian man occupying your thoughts, right?Â
You hummed in contemplation. âI donât know, Melanie. Maybe Nyx could take you, but I might be too big for him to bring me up to the clouds.âÂ
âOh, good idea, mommy! Nyxâs daddy can fly too and he can bring you. Or he has two uncles that could.â Your daughter stuck two fingers in the air with pride. âI wish I had wings. Mommy, did my daddy have wings?âÂ
You shook your head and abandoned the box at your feet to brush your daughterâs hair back instead. Going to school had opened doors to many questions you had been dreading, and Melanieâs questions about her dad had been coming in waves.Â
âYour daddy didnât have wings,â you began, looping a finger around her red curls. âBut he did have hair just like yours.âÂ
Melanie tilted her head to the side. âDid you love my daddy? Nyx drew a picture at school of his mommy and daddy and said they love each other very much. Like as much as you love me.âÂ
You fought back a sigh. Nyx was causing you a plethora of issues and you hadnât even met the kid. âSometimes families look different,â you explained, running your hands down to brush off the dust on Melanieâs clothes that sheâd surely obtained from playing in the apothecary. âI didnât love your daddy, but thatâs just because I had so much love saved up for you.âÂ
âHmmâŚI hope you can have someone to love like how Nyxâs mommy has his daddy,â Melanie said after a small pause. And then she swung off the counter and started trekking up the stairs to the apartment as if she hadnât just aged ten years with her statement.Â
You blinked at the space she left, baffled by your five-year-oldâs abruptness. She had only been at school for a week and was making revelations about your life that even you struggled to come to terms with. You let out a small sound of disbelief and made to follow your daughter up the stairs when the bell above the front door chimed.Â
âSorry, weâre closed for theââ
A boot heel clicking silenced your call.
His shadows came in before him, dark swirls instantly sweeping along the walls and wrapping up around the front counter. They didnât touch you, but there was a hesitance about them that suggested they wanted to. You tore your gaze from their behavior to meet the eyes of the Illyrian from the schoolâthe one you hadnât seen since and definitely not because you were avoiding all situations where he could spot you.Â
âHello,â Azriel greeted with a calmness that was not reciprocated. âAre you closed? I can come back another time.âÂ
Every thought tumbled out of your brain. You had forgottenâalmostâhow intimidating he was. Not just in sheer size, but in the way he held himself, in the sharp planes of his face that smoothed into softness in the exact places they should.Â
His wings pressed in towards his back as he took another step forward. The floor groaned beneath his weight.Â
âOh, umââ you uttered along with the straining floor. âWe areâtechnically. But I can help you find something. Or place an order for you. No big deal.âÂ
âI wouldnât want to keep you if youâre closed,â Azriel stressed.Â
âNo, no, itâs okay,â you nervously laughed. Act more normal. Act like thereâs nothing⌠abnormal about you. âAnything for someone from Melanieâs school. What are you looking for?âÂ
Azriel hummed, his eyes lightning. âAh, so you do remember me. I was wondering.âÂ
Was he looking at you strangely? Azriel kept trailing his gaze around the room and letting it land on your face, evaluating you⌠profiling you?Â
You were being ridiculous.Â
âOf course I do. You gave me great intel on the teacher. I donât come until the bell rings now.â You rocked back on your heels and shifted your fidgeting hands behind your back. âWas there something specific I could help you with?âÂ
Azriel ignored your question for the second time. âIs that why I havenât seen you? You come later?âÂ
Was he looking for you?Â
A strange combination of excitement and trepidation made your stomach drop.Â
Another nervous laugh. Your palms were sweating. âI guess so. Thereâs a lot to be done here so I usually wait until the last minute to close up shop and pick her up. Thatâs why your tip was so helpful.âÂ
Azriel narrowed his eyes in a way that echoed concern, but you refused to read into it. You balanced up onto your toes and fell back onto the soles of your feet.Â
You could tell he wanted to say more about somethingâto ask more questions unrelated to the apothecary. But he stopped himself and the restraint was clear in the tenseness of his shoulders.Â
âI get headaches,â Azriel shared. âAwful ones. Iâve tried healing magic and a few medicinal remedies, but I was hoping to find something herbal. Could you help me with that?âÂ
You breathed a sigh of relief and began rifling through a cabinet to your left. âI may have just the thing. I had terrible migraines when I was pregnant and it took me six tries to get this recipe perfect, but I think it would do the trick for you. I almost hate to share it because I was the one that had to suffer through all the bad batches, but I guess thatâs kind of my job.âÂ
You pulled back from the cabinet with a small bottle in hand, a tiny rendition of your handwriting scrawled along the side. You rolled it in your hands for a moment until you saw the shimmering nature of the liquid inside, and then you held it out over the counter and offered Azriel a smile. He replicated it, but it was smaller and looked forced.Â
âYou didnât have anyone else to try it out on?â he asked.Â
The question twisted something deep within your chest, but you only grinned and ignored the tightness of your jaw. âWho better than the one with the migraines herself?âÂ
Azriel breathed a laugh through his nose, his eyes not leaving yours. âI suppose thatâs true.âÂ
The flecks in his eyes had you paralyzed, unable to move as his gaze held yours. You were breathless, fist tightening around the small tonic still held out in front of you as Azriel reached forward and grabbed it. His skin brushed yours. You shivered.Â
Azrielâs lips parted to speak. âWhere are youââ
A loud thump from upstairs cut him off.Â
Azriel started, his chin clipping up and his body tensing. He quickly looked back down to you with a panicked question in his eyes.Â
You fought for the words to say. If you revealed it was only Melanie, he would know where you livedâanother piece of information you liked to keep close. But if you didnât tell him, that could lead to something worse. He looked about ready to bolt up the stairs and battle your five-year-old.Â
The decision was made for you when Melanie came bounding down the steps with a bowl in one hand and a large wooden spoon in the other.Â
âMommy,â she began with a lax posture that did not match the room. âCan IâOh, hi, Mr. Azriel. Whatâre you doing at my house?âÂ
Melanieâs interpretation of his name included an extra syllable, and she was still working on pronouncing Zs, but the Illyrian ignored that. âYour house?â he asked. His attention was fully on Melanie, but he sent you a raised brow.Â
âUm, yes. We live above the apothecary. Melanie sometimes forgets that itâs a business downstairs and not just a private playground,â you explained, rubbing your forearm in discomfort. Azriel tracked the movement.Â
âAh, well, it does seem rather fun down here. I can see the confusion.âÂ
Melanie perked up, waving the spoon in front of your face. âSee, mommy? Thereâs lots to play with.âÂ
One of the tightly bound coils in your chest loosened as you shot Azriel a look. âGreat. Youâre encouraging her.âÂ
âIâve been an uncle for a few years,â Azriel smiled, rolling the headache tonic between his hands. âIâve gotten quite good at encouraging terrible things.âÂ
You laughed with a huff and placed a hand on Melanieâs head, bending down to meet her gaze. âWere you going to ask me for dinner? Iâll be up in just a few minutes. I was just putting a few things away.âÂ
âI know, mommy,â she nodded. Then, after a quick look at Azriel from the corner of her eye, she whispered, âIs Mr. Azriel having dinner with us? Nyx has been asking about when we have dinner and said to keep the question a secret, but maybe thatâs why heâs here.âÂ
A few feelings barraged you at once. Confusion over your daughter's words; fear that the night courtâs inner circle seemed to be asking questions about you; regret that you had given into Melanieâs pleas to go to school so readily.Â
But Nyx was just a childâperhaps he asked everyone when they had dinner and Melanie was just connecting dots that werenât there.Â
But maybe that wasnât the case.Â
Maybe Azriel came to the apothecary specifically because you worked there and he was trying to gather intel for the Autumn Court. It had to be common knowledge that the daughter of one of Beronâs men had run away. But Night and Autumn werenât on the best terms. Thatâs why you chose Velaris toâ
You couldnât do this right now.Â
Not in front of Melanie and certainly not in front of Azriel.Â
You pressed your lips into a firm line and whispered back, âNo, he came to buy something from mommyâs shop. Itâs just us for dinner, like always.âÂ
A sliver of disappointment fractured Melanieâs gaze. She hooked her chin over her shoulder and sent Azriel a small smile before disappearing into the apartment once more. You wiped your palms on the front of your pants as you stood, taking a breath to calm your raging anxiety.Â
âSorry, sheâŚâÂ
âItâs alright,â Azriel dismissed. You looked at him for the first time in a few moments, his expression pinched and difficult to read. âIâm around Nyx a lot. You donât have to apologize.âÂ
A beat of silence.Â
The room was cloaked in unrealized tension. You werenât sure if it was fueled by suspicion or something else. For you, it was, but the wistful way Azriel continued to linger on your figure was read as something else. Something older, more entrenched.
âItâs just two coppers.â You broke the silence, gesturing to the tonic still held between Azrielâs fingersâhis scarred fingers, you then realized. You looked back up to his face.
âOnly two? After all it took for you to make it?âÂ
You felt your mouth twist at the corner despite yourself. âI donât know if youâve seen this place, but itâs not exactly up to par with the rest of the apothecaries. Iâm surprised you found it, to be honest. My customers are typically ancient fae with boils and warts.âÂ
âSorry to disappoint,â Azriel teased. He searched through his pocket and placed a small sum of money on the counter between you. âFive coppersâfor interrupting dinner.âÂ
âI hadnât evenââÂ
âGoodbye, y/n.âÂ
You watched him go, not noticing the shadow that lingered in the corner.Â
part three
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the feeling that iâm losing her, forever.
bakugou katsuki x childhood friend hcs! pt 2
- youâd both met in kindergarten when you had complimented his quirk which had just manifested, and in return, he asked to see yours.
- your quirk wasnât anything too flashy, you could manipulate the terrain beneath you, or anything that was considered part of earth for that matter. (think of toph from atla).
- he straight up told you that your quirk sucked and so you hit him in the head with a rock. he got set to the infirmary and you had a lengthy chat with your principal about why you shouldnât use quirks on other students.
- sought you out after that encounter because he liked that you werenât scared or took what he said to heart because you knew you were good.
- even as a kid he was a cocky little shit so you consistently kept him in his place whenever he started his âforward march and here we go!â chant.
- over time, you two simply just stuck by each other because you were almost always in the same class, so you never really had any reason to ignore the boy, and he found himself not completely hating the feeling of having you right by his side.
- in middle school he found out that you put shiketsu instead of ua down as your top school and he threw a fit because he didnât want to lose one of the things in his life that was consistent and stable, but got over it when you told him that youâd come visit.
- when he got into ua and you got into shiketsu, your parents joined together and had a celebratory dinner for you both, and he could swear he had never been happier than that moment.
- when your family had to move so you could go to shiketsu, the boy went over and pretended he wasnât about to cry because truth be told, you were his best friend.
- at first, youâd both called each other almost every night to gain daily updates on how your new lives were treating you, and it was something bakugou had looked forward to after having to deal with those extras all day.
- the first time you guys didnât check up on each other was the same night that the usj had been attacked by the league of villains, something that you had seen on the news as you immediately dialed up your friend, who texted you that he was just too tired to talk right now.
- the second time was after uaâs sportsâ festival, when you called to congratulate him and he just completely ignored the call, no explanation as to why, just instantly getting sent to voicemail.
- you pretended like you didnât care, obviously you knew he was busy and that he probably just didnât have the time in between classes and trainings, but then again, you were doing the same things and making time for him, why couldnât he do the same for you.
one time he accidentally butt dialed you before class had started and when you picked up you could hear the bustling nature and conversations going on in his classroom, the sound of the boy pulling out his seat and sitting down was heard.
âhello? katsuki?â no response.
you recognized izukuâs voice coming into earshot.
âkacchan, iâve been meaning to ask. howâs y/n doing?â the boys positive attitude even conveyed itself through the phone as you waited to hear how bakugou would respond, because truth be told, you had a major crush on your best friend.
âi dunno.â and you could hear him taking a bite of something, like an apple or something crunchy.
ây/n?! if i didnât know any better, iâd think you had a girlfriend bakugou!â an unrecognizable voice boomed through your headphones.
âsânot the case. sheâs just a friend. i donât like her like that. always callinâ me and shit, gets annoyinâ yâknow?â he grunted as the sound of your bell ringing had filled your ears, you quickly hung up and turned off your phone. pretending that what just happened didnât sting a bit.
- from there you stopped calling him so much, figuring that if he wanted to talk, heâd call you up first.
- eventually you stopped talking altogether because you stopped starting the conversations, refusing to make him feel as if he had to talk to you.
- bakugou of course was unfortunately a firm believer of âthe phone works both ways,â so he never decided to start a conversation up either. matter of fact he refused to ever think of hovering his finger over your contact, instead opting to just tell kirishima about his thoughts.
- when ua moved into the dorms, bakugou had a bulletin board filled up with a variety of different things that seemed so out of character for him, like pictures of him as a kid, pictures of his family, newspaper clippings from the sportsâ festival, and a few select pictures of you both through the years.
- the first time kirishima was let into the blonde boyâs room, it was like the first thing his eyes locked onto as he sat down at bakugouâs desk, seeing a genuine smile on his friends face.
âwhoâs that?â his voiced laced with curiosity as he unpinned the picture, taking it down to show his friend.
âeh? friend of mine.â his reply was short and concise, as if he didnât want to talk about it. so kirishima just pinned the photo back up, and looked at the rest that littered his wall.
a picture of you both at your kindergarten graduation, a few candid pictures from grade school, and a picture of just you from middle school graduation, but you can tell bakugou took it because a tuft of the spiky blonde hair hung in front of the camera lens and left only half your face visible.
kirishima had to stifle his laugh when he saw a childhood picture of you and bakugou playing in a sandbox, the boy getting sand thrown into his face, and on the back of the photo read âkatsukiâs first friend!â clearly something mitsuki had done for him.
- he felt his breath getting separated from his body when he saw you stepping off the bus at the provisional licensing exam, your shiketsu cap taunting him, teasing what couldâve been.
- of course he didnât miss how your second year classmates all walked with you huddled between them, theyâd known of your foul relationship with someone from ua, and as the one of the only first years that were attending the exam from shiketsu, they felt as if they had to protect you.
âoh, look kacchan! sheâs here.â midoriya was excited, because after all, you were his friend as much as you were bakugouâs.
âi know.â and that was all he said before angrily walking off, he saw your phone in your hand, he knew it still worked.
he was acting as if he didnât miss you. and even if his eyes lit up as you essentially dominated the piece of earth terrain, heâd never admit that he wanted his best friend back by his side.
âseiji was eliminated? no way!â you spoke to inasa after the first part of the exam, true disappointment in your voice as you found out bakugou had eliminated your classmate.
âhe likes you, yâknow.â inasaâs voice was naturally loud, so you werenât shocked when peopleâs heads begun to turn at the sound of romance in the air.
âwho?â
âshishikura.â all inasa wanted was for his friend to gain the girl heâd been pining for since the first day of school, even if his friend was a certified dick to some people.
katsuki hadnât once bothered to look your way since youâd gotten to the exam site, but his knuckles were turning white as they gripped the table in front of him.
he didnât realize it, but he had lost you a long time ago back when he had called you annoying.
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They were gonna put Eddie down like a damn dog.
The group had insisted that Steve visit the hospital today, one year and two months after the incident. It was a random day, and he thought, â why the hell not?â
Family Video had been closed for months, doing â repairsâ, so he really didnât have much else to do.
He thought it was weird, the way the group was as far away from the bed as possible, and how when he entered the room, Hopper almost blocked the exit.
He doesnât question it though, sidling up to the open chair beside Eddie, who was still asleep after all this time, and punching his shoulder lightly.
â Hey, Hero.â
Heâd taken to calling it sleeping instead of what it was, a coma. Sleeping sounded more peaceful, because with sleeping came dreams and relaxation.
Eddie doesnât respond, doesnât react. Steve didnât expect him to.
He turns his head to Dustin, the one whoâd called him in the first place. â So, whyâre we gathered here today? Any updates?â He asks, addressing the whole room.
The boy swallows, and something tells him somethingâs wrong. Really wrong.
â Yeah, actually. Uhm, since itâs been so long, we were thinking-â He cuts himself off, crosses his arms and starts tapping his foot. Thinking, probably.
Hopper glances to him, and sighs, deciding to lead. â Weâre gonna have to let Munson go.â He states.
Steve takes a sharp breath.
â What?â
â Let him goâ like this is a job. Like this isnât him losing his life. He wonders when they decided to do this, in the hospital room for the ten minutes they were waiting.
Eddie doesnât give any indication he hears whatâs being said, the beeps from the heart monitor still steady and even as ever. A constant metronome of the exact same sound on the exact say beat, all the time, always.
Except maybe not always.
Dustin takes over again, arms placating. â Itâs been a really long time, Steve. Weâve come to terms that he probably wonât wake up, and itâs doesnât have to be sad-â
â Youâre killing him.â He hisses, â Youâre killing him and itâs not meant to be sad?â
Nancy steps forward, seeing it as her time to speak. â Steve. You barely knew the guy, and you spend all your time here, itâs not good for you.â
â Thereâs been no good signs, no nothing, not even when El looks into his brain.â Dustin nods at the girl across the room, whoâs fiddling with her fingers.
Steve furrows his brow, â Oh, so I guess youâre gonna pull the plug on Max too?â
Lucasâs eyes widen, mouth dropping open, and Nancy glares. â That is not fair, Steve.â
â This whole situations pretty fucking unfair, so I guess youâre gonna have to explain to me how this is different from Max.â He stands, stance wide as he points to the man in the hospital bed.
â Max is making progress.â Lucas says weakly, and El sets a hand on his shoulder. The boy deflates.
He turns toward Hopper and Joyce, the latter still not having spoken. The Byers family had moved back to Indiana for God knows what reason, and Steve knows that if he had the money, that he couldâve moved somewhere else long ago.
â Does Wayne know youâre killing his kid?â He asks.
Heâd met the man while visiting, and theyâd usually sit in silence and watch baseball or whatever was on. He never questioned why Steve was there, or why he was holding a limp bodyâs hand and taking off itâs rings and putting them back on.
When they did speak, it was stories he had from Eddieâs childhood, about how he buzzed his head because a spider crawled on him and he was convinced it was hidden in his hair, making babies.
Hopper pinched his nose, like he was being a pest. â Stop using words like killing, and yes. He said he didnât want Eddie to have to suffer, and his bills are getting expensive.â
And he blinks, realization dawning.
This hadnât just been decided, had it? This wasnât a ten minute decision while Steve was getting ready to come here.
He speaks, his voice low and keeping even through each word, â You guys had a meeting.â The â without meâ goes unsaid, but still echoes throughout the room like if wouldâve if he shouted it.
Theyâd decided this whole thing beforehand, somehow knowing that Steve would hang on. And he would, will. He canât let him die, he canât lose.
Will nods, and next to him Mike and Dustin look ashamed. He wouldâve thought theyâd hold out more.
He racks his brain for any reason they should keep alive, canât find one. Somehow, even without one for them, he has a million for himself.
â If the bills are the reason, Iâll pay the damn bills. Heâs fucking alive.â He tries.
â You donât have a job, Family Video is closed. Just let it be, Steve. Please.â Robin had been eerily quiet during this entire conversation, and it brings him chills him when she speaks.
His best friend had been in on it.
He crosses his arms, â Iâll get a job. Listen, Iâve been having dreams,-â He lies. He lies because thereâs nothing true to prove Eddie is getting better. â-dreams that heâs alive in like a dark space, I donât know- his mind maybe? I just- I really think heâs in there.â
The hope Dustin gets on his face hurts, but he doesnât care. The guy will wake up and it wonât matter that the â dreamsâ never existed.
Maybe itâs because heâs an optimist, and thatâs why heâs trying so hard, as pessimistic as he can be sometimes.
â Why didnât you tell us?â Dustin asks and Steve licks his lips.
Why didnât he tell them? â Despite all this crazy shit, me having dreams that heâs alive still sounds crazy.â He doesnât look at the boy as he says this, eyes roaming over Eddieâs face.
He looks serene, the bat bite on his face as healed as it can get. The doctors had mentioned swelling on his back shoulder blades, but Steve thinks his would be swollen too if he sat on them for a year.
â A year and two months.â He corrects himself.
He stares at the hair that, occasionally when it got matted, Steve would go through and brush it, not wanting him to wake up to being bald because a doctor seemed it necessary.
Wayne mentioned how much he hated the shaved head, and he wouldnât put him through that again.
As he looks at him, he thinks â Iâm doing this for you, so you better wake up, asshole.â
Dustinâs eyes are wide, staring at the members of Hellfire. Steve could only describe the look as ecstatic.
â Holy shit, I mean, holy shit!â He laughs, and Mike breaks into his own grin.
Jonathan chimes in, disbelief sketched into the lines all over his face. â Sorry, but doesnât that seem too convenient? Iâm not saying youâre lying Steve, just⌠If El didnât find anything, thatâs pretty much it.â
His lips form into a line, determined. â I told you, Iâll be paying for whatever. Itâs no skin off your back, or money out of Wayneâs pockets.â
Joyce nudges Hopper when he goes to speak, and nods at Steve. â If you wanna try, sweetheart, you can. But I donât want you visiting too much, itâs doing you more harm than good.â She wraps him in a hug, before leading the ex-chief of police out of the room.
Slowly, everyone vacates, until itâs just Steve, Eddie, and El.
She doesnât make a move toward the door, eyes locked onto his face.
â Youâre lying.â She whispers like a secret.
He nods.
She looks toward Eddie, nervous, and she messes with the hem of her shirt when she starts to speak again. â I lied too.â
She doesnât elaborate, walking out of the room without anymore information, and Steve blinks.
The hospital has to call Wayne to confirm the transfer, that's how he learns of the circumstances. He doesn't say much of anything, aside from a promise of a visit on Tuesday before he hangs up.
That night, that same fucking night, he gets a call.
It's the front desk lady, voice distressed rushing through an explanation.
" Eddies gone...Only blood in his bed...We don't know where he is."
Steve stares at the wall, the rest of the words falling upon deaf ears.
Someone had probably found out where he was being held, murdered him a year later for his crimes, and stashed the body away.
He sets the phone back in its holster without saying anything to the other line. Not even a goodbye, or a thanks.
He thinks, it only for a second, that he should've let them just pull the plug, it would've been far less painful.
A creaking brings him out of it, and his eyes dart to his door.
It's dark, too dark, and Steve's aware the Upside Down fucked him up in incomprehensible ways, and now every shadow looks like something,
But there was definitely someone in his house.
He keeps slumped on his bed, the same position as when he'd answered the call. He doesn't flinch when the door pushes open enough for a body to slip in.
There's the sound of something dragging along the carpet as they come closer, probably a shotgun, or maybe they're gonna beat him with his own nail-bat.
He doesn't care to decipher the shape, instead shutting his eyes.
A hand grabs his, sets it on dry skin. His thumb touches a rough patch, a scar like feeling.
One his hands had roamed over while patching up his stomach, refusing to get looked at. That concave patch of scratchy skin that they tell you eventually will just be soft, scarred, but normal.
The skin stretches, and he feels a cheek.
Somehow, he thinks if he keeps his eyes shut, he doesn't have to face the thing in front of him, that it somehow isn't real.
A scratchy, disused, and croaky voice sounds out.
" ' Hey, Hero.' "
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prompt 5: âtheyâre all lyingâ
jj maybank x fem!reader | fluff | (meeting the pogues, anxiety, jj being adorable, drinking, mentions of weed, embarrassing stories.)
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âIâm nervous,â you admitted softly, JJâs hand in yours as the two of you walked down the street towards the Chateau.
The blonde let out a soft chuckle, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles. He gave your hand a squeeze, trying to comfort you so you didnât take offence from his amusement. âYou have nothinâ to be nervous about.â
âI do, J!â You bickered, pouting over at him with a look of irritation. He laughed again, making you pull your hand away from his. âItâs not funny.â
He stopped walking, grabbing your waist so that you would stop with him. His hands rested on your hips as he smiled down at you. âIâm sorry, baby, youâre right, it ainât funny. But trust me, you donât need to be scared. All weâre doinâ is sitting around drinking beer.â
âTheyâre gonna be judging me the whole time, making sure Iâm good for you,â you argued, avoiding eye contact with him.
Deep down you knew you were over-reacting. JJâs friends, the Pogues, were known for being the most chill group around the island. All they did was smoke, surf and drink. But this was different than meeting any old boyfriendâs friends; you were meeting his family. You were well aware of JJâs childhood â his mom leaving and his dad being an asshole â so you also knew how much his friends meant to him.
John B had been in his life since he was a kid, and the others came along throughout the years. He talked about them like they hung the moon and the stars, and all you wanted was for them to like you. Youâd been putting it off for weeks, always coming up with excuses so you didnât have to tag along but he could see straight through you. It was the most annoying thing about him.
âI promise, sweetheart, theyâre gonna love you,â he soothed, one of his hands moving up to run through your hair. You swatted his hand away, having spent half an hour perfecting it.
âWhat if they donât?â You asked quietly. Your biggest worry wasnât that they werenât going to like you, but that JJ would agree with them.
As said, he can see right through you, so the question sent all amusement off his face. âHey. You donât need to worry about us, okay? Youâre my girl, right?â You nodded slowly. âThen thereâs nothinâ to worry about. Now come on, letâs go get some booze in you.â
âOkay,â you hum, re-taking his hand to make the rest of the walk.
You werenât even in the backyard before you could hear the sound of laughter and chatting, JJ gave you a reassuring smile and lead you around the side of the house to where they were sat. Kiara had her legs thrown over Popeâs lap, a joint in hand, John B was sipping on a beer and talking with Pope and Sarah was on her phone next to him. Very chill.
âThe main attraction has arrived!â JJ yelled, getting all their attentions and a glare from you.
âThere they are,â Kiara grinned lazily over at the two of you. He lead you closer and she held her hand up in a wave. âIâm Kie, nice to meet you.â
You introduced yourself, giving her a shy smile as John B stood up and threw his arm around your shoulders. âSo youâre the girl that JJâs utterly obsessed with?â
âUh⌠I hope so,â you laughed, making the rest of them chuckle too.
âCome sit,â Sarah instructed, tapping the space beside her. âWe want to hear all about how JJ is as a boyfriend.â
You looked back at JJ, who gave you a nod. Sarah beamed as you sat down beside her, instantly asking you every question that came to her mind to do with you and JJ; how you met, who initiated the first kiss, what his love language is. After Kie wasnât quite so high, she came and joined the two of you to get in on the details.
A couple hours had passed, you were having fun with the girls as the three boys listened in every now and then â just to have some extra ammo to tease JJ with later on. It was the time of the night that you were all buzzed and the embarrassing stories had begun.
âHe had this serious crush on her, no need to get jealous he was only nine, but he decided the best way to get her attention was dump mud all over her at recess,â John B explained, a wide grin on his face.
You giggled as JJ covered his face with his hands, embarrassed. âDid it work?â
âNo!â John B exclaimed, chuckling. âShe told the teacher on him so he put bugs in her pencil case.â
âWhat a romantic,â you teased, turning to a red-faced JJ beside you. He flipped you off, and then turned to John B and kept it up.
From that story, more just came to the Pogues. They spent the next excruciating (for JJ) hour telling you everything they could think of. There was the time he got caught pissing in a bush by an elderly couple and tried to explain it away by saying his pants fell down. Sarah was so excited to tell you about him accidentally wearing Kieâs jeans to school after a heavy night that she fell right off her chair.
You were leant against JJâs shoulder, giggling still. The stories had died down, but every time they replayed in your head youâd fall into a fit of laughter once again.
âTheyâre all lying,â JJ stated, sipping on his beer with a small smirk.
âWe have photographic evidence,â Pope argued, pulling his phone out. JJ was tackling him to the ground in seconds.
You werenât sure what youâd been so worried about, in reality JJ should have been the one panicking.
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1 | ANYONE BUT YOU .ŕł
summary. as lines get blurred, hearts get flustered, and a scheme ensues, your brother's best friend suddenly seems way more interesting than he used to be.
content/warnings. 5k+ wc (part 1/3) reader has little to no college friends | reader hates kaiser's guts | PROTECTIVE kaiser lol | | pet names (dollface) & a lot of profanity (it's kaiser) | minimal proofread
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âIâm sorry, I donât think I can go with you anymore.â
Your ears were ringing.
After the words hung over the line, a heavy silence descended, punctuated only by the dull thud of your heartbeat echoing in your ears. The phone line seemed to distort, and the world beyond reduced to a distant murmur as a disorienting ringing filled your ears. Yet, despite the shock rippling through, you managed to maintain a facade.
âAh, I see. Itâs no problem. See you around!â Your chirped voice made you cringe internally, but it was a better front than sounding like a defeated kid whose mom said no over a piece of candy at a grocery store.
Before he could say anything else, you clicked the end button faster than he could spew some tacky excuse. Throwing your phone to the side, you settled onto your bed, lying on your back, staring at the uninteresting ceiling of your room.
Sure, it was no problem at allâ the music festival was just six hours away, and your date had just canceled on you over the phone. Itâs no big deal facing your college blockmates without a companion as initially planned, and itâs totally not a problem that you will most likely be a thirdâ hell, a seventh wheel, actually, and have them talk behind your back â speculating about why you're going alone or if you were just making it up that you had someone to bring.
Yes, itâs not a fucking problem at all.
You donât even like the artist lineup, anyway (maybe youâre mildly interested with one band thatâs attending). You wouldnât bother if you werenât just a sophomore still trying to find a group of friends you can call your own. It's embarrassing enough that freshmen even had it better than you. Itâs not a race, for sure, but in collegeâ the truth lies blatant that support systems help. A lesson you learned the hardest way.
âY/N? Are you in there?â Three soft knocks on your door and a muffled voice, surely coming from your older brother, interrupted your pity party.
âYes. Come in,â you confirmed. The door creaked open, revealing a mop of magenta hair leaning over your door frame.
âThereâs food downstairs. We ordered your favorite.â
âWe?â
âKaiser is downstairs.â
Of course, he is.Â
Your brotherâs best friend must have really taken it to heart when your mom told him he can treat your family as his own. Too deep into his heart, if you could comment. You see him around the house more than you see your parents, and if that wasnât tiresome enough, heâs literally a damn superstar in your university. Every corner, every room, in halls and library, everyone canât seem to be over his name like a broken record.
You wouldnât be this annoyed, hostile even, if said man was just as nice as your brother. But instead, he was far by the most obnoxious, foul-mouthed, arrogant prick youâve ever known. Alexis should have never kicked some ball with that conceited oaf a decade ago. Life would have been so much better. But noâ reality is, the bane of your existence in the form of blonde hair and sharp blue eyes, is in your houseâs kitchen, probably gulping down your favorite drinks in the fridge.Â
If you canât seem to have friends, your older brother seems to be goddamn bad at picking his.
âHey, dollface. Missed me?â Speak of the damn devil and he shall appear.
The first thing youâre met with after coming down is a sight of Michael Kaiser, sitting high and comfortably on one of the counterâs bar stools. Your gaze trails down to his hand where you see a peek of his crown tattooâ and would you look at that? Heâs holding a can of your Coke Zero.
âOh, so thatâs why my life was going sideways again,â you feigned a sigh in disappointment, making sure it was loud enough for him to hear, âbecause youâre back.â
In your unwanted years of knowing this guy, youâve soon realized that none of your words, no matter how sharp or snarky they get, would ever faze him. Evidence would be how he just openly chuckled at your remark. âYeah, yeah, yeah. I missed you and your smart mouth, too. Donât worry.â
âTrust me, worry is not in the list of emotions I would ever feel for you.â
âWell, does attraction make it to the list?â
Years ago, perhaps it would have. Not that he needs to knowâno chance. Your silly childhood crush on him was your deepest, darkest mistake. You might be overdramatic, but this was Michael Kaiser, and god, you would rather get caught having feelings for anyone but him.
Rolling your eyes at him, you sneer, âYou wish.â
âOh, trust me, I do wish,â he mocks your tone.
âFuck off.âÂ
âThat wonât get rid of me, Iâm afraid,â he shrugs before winking at you. You shook your head in annoyance.
You took the seat across from him and settled. You were about to lean to reach the box of pizza at the other end of the countertop, when Kaiser reached for it first and placed it in front of you.
You turned to look at him, half expecting a smirk or yet another wink from the blonde, but instead, he was preoccupied browsing on his phone as if his body moved on its own to attend to you.
You shrugged off the weird occurrence and turned all attention to the pizza and its heavenly scent sipping through the gaps of its box, just in time for Alexis to take the seat next to his best friend. You drowned the noise of their conversation as they started talking about last away games.
Your brother and Kaiser had been the most valuable players of your universityâs soccer team for as long as youâve remembered. They were two years older, so by the time you entered university, they were already making big names in the field. Rumors had it that there were already offers lining up at their feet.
If you come to think of it, it wouldnât be this hard making friends if you would just be vocal about being Alexis Nessâ younger sibling, but the limelight and pretentious popularity it came with was something you wouldnât wish upon yourself. You wanted real and genuine friends, not people who wanted to be around you because it was a step closer to your brother and his best friend.
Like earlier, Alexisâ voice came reaching your eardrums, snapping you out of your thoughts. After hearing what he had to ask, though, you wished you had a way to physically block out his words.
âAre you not going to get ready for the festival?â your brother asked, meanwhile, his dear friend seemed to take great interest in what youâre about to say as both of them peered over you.
âNot going anymore,â you said, as nonchalant as you could to play pretend.
âWhy? Youâve been looking forward to it the whole week.â
Heat crept into your ears and cheeks as embarrassment filled you. Sure, you might not be prancing around being all excited about it, but if your brother was able to notice it, your enthusiasm must have been evident then. God, you felt like an utter fool now.
âIt got canceled,â you looked away from them.
Alexis looked at you with furrowed brows, âWhat do you mean? Itâs notââ
âMy date canceled on me. Iâm not going anymore to save face and not make a fool out of myself. There, happy?â you snapped.
Before you could even feel the guilt from bursting out unprovoked to your brother, you swiftly got up from the stool heading back to your room, leaving the two of them in the kitchen looking concerned contrarily. One with worried eyes glancing at your room hesitantly, and the other one with a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.
It seemed everyone was testing your patience today, as for the second time, your ears rangânot from a last-minute cancellation this time, but from the persistent sound of your ringing phone.
Your heavy eyes fluttered open, weighed down by the sleep from your ignoring-the-world nap after the exchange with your supposed date and your brother. Disoriented and groggy, you reached out, fingers fumbling to check the caller deserving of your unrelenting fury.
Kaiser, the screen read, and suddenly, the urge to throw your phone at the nearest wall almost overwhelmed your senses.
But you answered the call anyway, because logic says that he was still your brotherâs closest, and sometimes, that warranted a call that might be about him.
âI swear to god this better be importantââ
âGet ready,â he interrupted.
âWhat?â
âLook out your window.â
Groaning, you rose to your feet, moving your drapes aside to see what awaited outside.
Outside your houseâs gates, a midnight blue sports car, all too familiar, was parked across the driveway. Its owner leaned lazily over its door, one hand in his pocket while the other held his phone pressed to his ear, looking right back at you with that shit-eating grin.
âWhat the hell are you on?â you muttered into the phone.
You instantly closed the drapes after meeting eyes with him.
Itâs infuriatingâHeâs infuriating. But damn, does he look good when he smiles like that. And itâs not helping your case that he was clad in loose-fitting denim pants and a black shirt, sufficiently showcasing both his tattoo and his lean yet toned build.
Itâs sorcery how he makes simple and ordinary clothing look like it was screaming high-end and luxury. Only he can do that, you admit.
âAs I said, get ready,â he repeated over the phone, âWe only have less than two hours before your music festival or something starts.â
Heâs taking me to it? âWhy?â
Only one word in response, yet the two of you understood what youâre pertaining to. Silence filled the line for a moment before you heard a subtle click of his tongue.
âBecause you look ugly when you sulk,â and he hung up.
You should be irritated at him hanging up abruptly and calling you ugly, but for some reason you donât know, it puts a smile on your face.Â
The first one today.
Kaiser wishes he had a bigger carâ which one would deem ridiculous, given that his car could easily match the price of two or even three minivans.
But if it meant having you sit not so close that your scent infiltrates his senses beyond his sound judgment, heâd gladly trade his lambo for a minivan any day.
You were intoxicatingâ not akin to the grip of liquor, because it would be inadequate in comparison. But rather intoxicating in the same way as the irresistible magnetism that beckons a madman to its vices.
And he must be really mad because you werenât even sitting shoulder-to-shoulder close to him. Youâre sitting comfortably at the passenger seat, a good distance in between, and yet he acts like a raging teenager who got locked up with his crush in the utility room. It is absolutely embarrassing, even for someone like him.
âDid Alexis ask you to do this?â you suddenly inquired, your gaze fixed on your side of the car.
Thank heavens you broke the silence first, because who knows what ungodly phrases he would come up with in an attempt of small talk with you?
âNo. Though I bet he would have taken you himself,â he snorted, of course your brother would, âIf our coach werenât so pissed at him these days.â
Ah, so that explained why you hadn't seen Alexis around the house before hopping into Kaiser's car.
Momentarily, you turned to him. It was so swift that he might have missed it if he wasnât so hyper aware of your every move in this damn confined space. âIs he in trouble?â you inquired to the blonde, your voice concerned and hesitant.
âNothing you have to worry about, doll.â
âStop with the nicknames,â you hissed, attempting to intimidate.Â
Unfazed, he countered with a cheeky âMake me,â under his breath. His smirk practically audible, even without you glancing his way.
Silence overtook between the two of you once more. You fixated on the road ahead, noting the nearing destination as the glow of the festival stage lights peeked into view.
Itâs your chanceâ your chance to release the words that have lingered at the edge of your tongue since he urged you to get ready almost an hour ago. You stole a glance at the man driving beside you. His eyes focused on the road, his left hand steady on the steering wheel while his timepiece-adorned hand rested comfortably on the gearshift. In another frame of mind, you might have found yourself lost in the rhythm of his long, slender fingers tapping against it. You snapped out of it before he could point it out.
You stole one last glance before turning away to whisper, âThank you⌠Kaiser.â
Instead of saying welcome like a polite person would, your companion would of course, choose to say something as, âYou owe me something now.â
Of course, you thought. Mentally rolling your eyes, you ask, resigning to his antics, âWhat do you want?âÂ
âCall me by my name.â
âDid you not hear? I said, thank you Kaiââ
âThe one you used to call me.â
Mikka.
It was a silly nickname you gave himâ back when Alexis first brought him home for snacks nearly ten years ago. He and Alexis were eleven, and you were barely nine.
You remembered the blonde kid, all sweaty in his mud-stained clothes, clutching a worn-out ball by his hip, his gaze fixed on you with curiosity. âThis is Kaiser,â your brother introduced, but the blonde stranger approached you, extending his hand.
âIâm Michael.â
âThatâs⌠long.â
âWhat?â
âYour nameâ itâs long,â you echoed, looking up at him, âcan I call you âMikkaâ?â
âWhat?â Kaiserâs deep voice sliced through your reminiscence. âYou had no problem calling me that before,â he pointed out.
âThatâs before you beat up the boy you knew I like,â you scoffed at him, a familiar pettiness clouding your mind.
He chuckled at your retort, seemingly lost in his own memories. âBeat him up on the soccer field, you mean,â he corrected, though he wouldnât particularly mind if it were an actual fight.
âSame thing.â
âOh, come on! It was highschool!â
âYour point?â you countered.
âHe was a snotface, anyway.â he rationalized.
âHe was nice to me!â
âI suggest you rather get a dog insteadâ if nice is all you need. I heard dogs are fun to be around,â he sneered, âWhat do you think of pomeranians?â
You brushed off his question, preferring the depths of silence over the hypothetical responsibility of tending to a pup that bore more than a passing resemblance to him, both in appearance and, perhaps, in demeanor.
âI knew agreeing to come here with you was a mistake,â you sighed, exasperation lacing your words.
Surprisingly, Kaiser offered no retort. Taking his silence as a cue for your own, you settled into quietness, hoping for a peaceful remainder of the drive. Minutes drifted by until Kaiser broke the stillness with a whisper loud enough for you to catch.
âHe was a slimy jerk,â he began, pausing as if hinting his careful choice of words, âand he was nice to you because he was trying to get into your pants.â
âHow did you know?â you asked, meek and shy, fumbling with your fingers in your lap. Seeking love advice and opinions from none other than the mighty Kaiser seemed absurd, but maybe, wisdom might sometimes fare well with age.
âTrust me when I say I know how boys can be,â he scoffed, a displeased furrow settling in his brows. âHe wasn't the gentleman you thought he was.â
âAnd you? Are you a gentleman?â
Before you could stop your thoughts from escaping your rebellious mouth, the words spilled out like water through a breached dam. The lack of response from him compelled you to chew on your lip and fix your gaze on the road, refusing to spare even a glance his way, despite feeling his stare burning into the side of your face.
Meanwhile, Kaiser was aware he might be staring too long at your side for someone controlling a vehicle, but he couldn't help it. Not when you caught him off guard with a simple question, and especially not when you were trying so hard to avoid looking at him, your discomfort palpable in the air. You looked so cuteâit made his mouth twitch.
Staring ahead at the road, he contemplated your question, needing no more than a minute to reach his conclusion.
When a man looks at his best friend's younger sibling in a way he shouldnât, heâs not deserving of the title âgentleman.â
He was far from it, he concluded. With one last glance thrown your way before bringing the car to a full stop, he muttered in an uncharacteristically soft tone.
âEspecially not one, doll.â
âY/N! Over here!â a familiar voice cut through the cacophony, prompting you to scan the crowd until you finally spotted them.
Relief flooded over you at the sight of a familiar face amidst the crowd. Checking your phone had proven to be a wise decision; otherwise, you might have spent the night searching aimlessly through the vast expanse of the venue.
The venue stretched out before you was a kaleidoscope of sights and sounds that danced upon the senses. Laughter and chatter mingled with applause and the occasional roar of approval as performers graced the stage.Â
Everywhere you looked there was movement and so much life. Yet amidst the bustling crowd and pulsating music, one figure occupied your thoughts more than anything else.
Kaiser's towering 6-foot frame loomed behind you, his broad shoulders carving a path of confidence through the crowd. He stood behind you like an immovable rock amidst a rushing river. And if your senses weren't deceiving you, you swore you felt the occasional brush of his hand against the small of your back, gently guiding you forward.
He was so close behind you that his breath on your nape soaked into your skin like ointmentâ warm to the touch, yet icy on your spine.
âWhere's your date?â one of your blockmates inquired after the initial pleasantries were exchanged.
The question lingered, and suddenly, all eyes were on you. Mentally counting heads, you realized you were really on track to be the seventh wheel if you attended without a companion. Speaking of companionsâ you turned behind you with the intention of introducing Kaiser (not that they didnât know him already), but your intention faltered when you noticed the scowl on his face.
âIâm the date, if you couldnât tell,â he interjected.Â
From his vantage point, he observed the widening of your eyes at his declaration. Yet, when he didnât hear any immediate retaliation from you, he flashed youâ and everyone else watchingâ a lopsided smirk. He sensed your blockmatesâ curiosity lingering, some perhaps wondering if he was truly dating you. But none of them dared to probe furtherâmaybe because he wasn't exactly the approachable type.
After a few murmurs of âohâ and âreallyâ from your blockmates, they returned their attention to the stage, where the next performer was beginning their pre-performance monologue.
You, on the other hand, look like you were out for his blood from how youâre glaring at him. âAre you out of your mind?â you hissed under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear.
Yes. Perhaps he was. Irrationality had seized him upon hearing the question. After all, he was there with you, visible for all to see. Did they not see him? Did he look like a fucking chair to those people? Common sense must be a luxury these days, given its absence in this situation.
Yet, a small voice of reason within him attempted to intervene, suggesting that the question might have stemmed from genuine curiosity.
As his best friend's younger sibling, seeing the two of you together wasn't an unusual occurrence for those who attend the same university. They likely concluded that your presence with him at the music festival was simply a matter of normal friendship (which it was, but they donât have to know that, nor does he desire for these extras to reduce it to just that).
âIâm helping you save face like you said earlier,â he tells you, still wearing that annoying smirk.
âHow does telling them youâre my date help me save face?â If anything, you'd be hiding on campus after his stunt. You could only hope words wonât travel fast.
âWould you rather I tell them I'm chaperoning you because some jerk canceled on you?â
Your words stalled at the base of your throat, unable to counter his remark. That shut you up, much to your chagrin. He was right.
âYeah. Thatâs what I thought,â he quipped, grinning at your silence. âCome closer, thereâs a lot of people.â
You huffed in irritation and decided to ignore him behind you, determined to make the most of your experience here. Youâd let this slide for now. After all, he was here because of you.
But it wasnât too long before you realized that ignoring him would be as futile as trying to pluck roses without being pricked by the thorns. You knew very well that this man thrives in getting under peopleâs skin.
âYou should be flattered.â
Genuinely appalled, you ask, âIâm sorry?â
âAccepted.â
If it wasnât night time and the blaring lights were replaced by the sun, he could have seen the twitch that your eye did at his retort.
At this point, murder is a tempting option. Sure, heâs taller and much bigger in physique terms, but you have the rage for it. Just one more insufferable anticâone more wordâ from this man and the whole university will be mourning their star playerâs demise first thing tomorrow morning.Â
You took a deep breath to calm your murderous nerves, âIs that so? What part of telling peopleâ oh wait, our schoolmates who are probably whispering behind our backsâ that youâre my date, is flattering to you?â
The asshole had the audacity to shrug, âCalling me yours was.â
âWell then, you should be flattered. Not me.â
âYou donât know how flattered I am to be yours,â he mused.
If you didnât know any better, his attempt at flirting might have sent warmth to your cheeks. But this was Kaiserâ no one can tell when heâs being serious or just being his usual menace self talking shit like heâs employed to do so. Good thing you had better plans than spend it on his guessing games.
Just when youâre about to berate him once more, words halted on your throat because of a sight you least expected to see.
Hanâ the guy youâve been talking to for almost a month now. The same guy who was your supposed date, to be more specific.
âWhat? Cat got your tongue, doll?â
If cats come in the form of a familiar man whoâs a few good meters away, clearly having the time of his life dancing with someone, and clearly showing no signs of unavailability to go to a music festival he asked you to, then yes, it got your tongue.
You stayed silent far too long for Kaiserâs patience. Your lack of snarky clapbacks were starting to unsettle him more than he would allow. Shifting closer to you, he followed your line of sight to see what got you stunned in silence.
Recognizing what, or rather who, got your attention, he turns to you, his voice coming out too indignant, âDo you know that guy?â
âDo you?â you counter, picking up on his tone being all too casual as if theyâre acquainted.Â
âHeâs last weekâs opposing teamâs goalkeeper,â or was it âstrikerâ? He couldnât recall, so heâs more or less incompetent to him. One thing he remembers, however, âand he hates me.â
You threw him a glance, âNot surprised.â
âAnd do I give a fuck,â he shook his head, âWhy do you keep looking at him?â Donât fucking tell me.
Your answer wasnât any better to what he was starting to imagine, âHe was⌠supposed to be my date to this music festival,â you mumbled, looking down at your feet.
You didnât want to see the look on Kaiserâs face, fearing you might see pity, and so you nailed your gaze to the ground. Totally oblivious of the man peering over you rather softly.
âWhy canât he then?â he asks, voice an octave lower.
âHe said they had late notice training, so he canât come.âÂ
âWell, that better be his fucking ghost yapping with a brunette then,â he scoffs, looking straight to the lying man who canceled on you.
Sick of his face and sloppy dance moves, Kaiser turned his gaze back at you, only to be filled with rage because of it.
You look sadâ and it made his blood boil. Not towards you, but for you.
âYâknow what? Letâs go there,â he urged, head pointing at where Han was.
Is he fucking crazy? You immediately shook your head at his scandalous suggestion. You might be feeling a little betrayed and angry, but rationality still had its hold on youâ and itâs saying to not let Kaiser go with his idea.Â
Instead, you tug on his forearm, eyes still on the floor before looking up at him, âCan we leave, please?âÂ
Kaiser was taken aback by your sudden meekness. He wasnât used to thisâ to you, being all deflated and zoned out. He was used to your deadpan expressions and your eyes that seem to roll every time he utters a single word. He was used to you being, dare he say, feisty.Â
And he would rather have you stay like that all day long, even when heâs the receiving end of it.
But this? You, saying please to him, of all people? He doesnât like it.Â
If this is how he gets to make you say please, then he doesnât want it. Fuck that, and fuck that guy. How dare he.
Kaiser didnât say anything back at your request, but you felt big calloused hands grasp on your hand still resting on his forearm. The next thing you knew, you were walking with him, shoulder-to-shoulder while his other hand was on yours guiding you to walk out of the scene.
âIf I see oneâjust one drop of tear, I swear I am turning this damn car around.âÂ
Your thoughts abruptly halted at the sound of Kaiserâs threatâhis ultimatum, rather. It sounded more like a promise than a threat, and you knew this man well enough to understand that he never ate his words.
You shot him a glance and snickered. There was no way in high hell youâd ever cry in the same space where he was. It was the last thing youâd ever do, even if it meant convincing yourself that what you saw earlier was just a mere look-alike of Han.
âIt's nothing. We arenât even a thing,â you dismissed, your voice flat.
âBut you thought you could be,â he countered, and damn if he wasn't right. âHow do you even know him?â
âWe're kind of talking, well, sort ofââ
âKind of? Sort of?â he scoffed.
âGodâit's like a talking stage or something casual, Kaiser! There, got it?â
âThat's not exclusive,â he remarked, adding insult to injury.
Irritation bubbled in your throat as his interrogation continued. But even before you could unleash your venom, you caught yourself. He was right. And while this man had never brought you good, it wasn't fair to make him the target of your bad.
âYeah, it's not,â you admitted, a dry, humorless laugh escaping you. You recalled the brunette he danced with earlier. âI wasn't exclusive material for his reputation, I guess.â
What reputation? âThatâs bullshit.â He gritted his teeth, his hand itching towards the steering wheel, clearly tempted to turn back to the festival.
âYou said it yourself, heâs an athlete,â you pointed out, âYou people never like to go exclusive with someone.â
âYou people? Oh, please. Do not insult me by comparing me to the likes of him.â
The sass in his voice drew a chuckle from you. It was amusing how he said it with genuine horror, as if the mere idea of being associated with Han was an insult. âWhy? Are you telling me you can commit to someone exclusively?â
âSomeone like who? You?â He met your gaze briefly, âAbsolutely.â
What the hell. âStop messing around,â you snorted, effectively ending the conversation.
He was playing a dangerous game, saying that to you. Did he even realize what it did? Did he hear your stupid heart hammering in your chest? It was too loud, too obvious, a frantic drum solo against your ribs.Â
And the realization settledâ he made your heart flutter.Â
His words, so simple, so casually tossed out, had landed like a bomb, sending shrapnel through your carefully constructed walls.
Michael Kaiser, of all people, made your heart flutter.
Suddenly, the air felt thin, the car an echo chamber amplifying the frantic rhythm of your traitorous heart. You knew you should scoff, dismiss it as another one of his infuriating jabs, but the truth was like a hot coal lodged in your throat.
âIâm not though,â he countered, eyes steady on the familiar road ahead. He sounded seriousâ too serious.Â
As you were about to retort back, the car lurched to a stop, announcing your arrival. You glanced out the window, the familiar sight of your house doing little to ease the tension that had coiled tight in your stomach.
âWeâre here,â Kaiser announced, his voice a low rumble.
Hurried and flustered by the unexpected shift in the conversation, your clammy hands fumbled with the buckle, the metal cold and unyielding against your sweaty palms. You tugged, then tugged again, frustration building with each failed attempt.
âEasy, doll.âÂ
Before you could protest, a large hand swooped in, effortlessly unlatching the buckle with a practiced flick. The sudden proximity sent a jolt through you, making your breath hitch. You met his gaze, his eyes a blazing blue as he held your stare for a beat too long before turning away.
Taking a deep breath, you composed yourself. You reached for the door handle, pushing it open and stepping out onto the familiar pavement. Before slamming the door shut, you paused, turning back to Kaiser with a newfound resolve.
Crouching down to meet his gaze, you surprised yourself with the words that tumbled out. âBe careful on your way home and,â you paused, âThank you... Mikka.â
The nickname slipped out before you could stop it, leaving a blush blooming across your cheeks.
Before Kaiser could react, you slammed the door shut, the sound echoing in the quiet street.Â
Mikka. He repeats your words in his mind.
He watched you disappear into your house, a slow grin spreading across his face. Only when you were safely inside did he start the car, the image of your flustered face lingering in his mind.
Damn it, doll.
Meanwhile, you hurried to your room, clutching your chest where your heart still hammered a frantic rhythm.
Why did I call him that? you asked yourself.
The use of his nickname, a name you rarely uttered now, was a stark reminder that the two of you werenât as close as you were younger.
Itâs not a big deal, you tried to reason with yourself. He literally said you owed it to him, and calling it quits would be in the form of a stupid nickname. It doesnât mean anything. Rightâ you were just returning a favor.
Your obvious self-deception was interrupted by the incessant buzzing of your phone, tossed carelessly on the bed. Picking up your phone, you opened one of the notifications, your breath catching in your throat.
It was a post on your university's gossip page, and there, plastered on the screen, was a picture of you and Kaiser.Â
The image froze a moment in time, capturing him standing protectively behind you, his arms caging you against a barricade. Panic clawed at your throat. This picture, out in the open, could be misconstrued in so many ways.Â
What were people going to think? Who took this photo, anyway?
Your eyes darted down the comment section, scrolling through a sea of unimaginable speculations, desperately searching for clues about the culprit.
Just then, a knock on the door startled you.
âY/N? Can I talk to you?â
It was your brotherâ and his voice suggested he needed answers too.
Shit.
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Carterâs Body Is A Party
Dan:
Ahhh shit! I think I fucked up. The crazy thing isâ this isnât even my body. It belongs to this 21 year old kid name Carter. Kinda a long story but I basically talked him into switching bodies with me. Well okay, I know how that sounds! Let me correct myself we mutually agreed to the swap but I initiated it. You see Iâm 39 years old, single, handsome I might add. But when I met Carter, I felt like I had a chance to really live carefree again.
We were in a bar when I first laid my eyes on Carter a couple weeks back. I was sitting alone, I frequent this bar a lot since itâs in walking distance to my place and he was sitting by himself as well⌠l kept noticing that he was staring at me which felt good. Heâs a good looking young guy. He looked liked the kinda guy Iâd beg for attention from at his age.
Eventually he came up to me and offered to get me a drink. I tried to turn him down but he was so persistent. After a while of him flirting with me really hard, I decided to let my guard down.
We talked for hours at that bar, taking shot after shot. I eventually invited him to come back to my place.
That is where I had the bright drunken idea of us swapping bodies.
âCarter, you are sooooo fine,â I said to him drunkenly. âI think I want to be youâŚletâs swap bodies!! It would be sooo hot!â
He didnât believe me at first but then I pulled out a magical ring thatâs been passed down through my family.
We started to make out a bit and we both ended up stripping off all of our clothes down to our underwear.
I look at Carterâs young face⌠he said to me, âfuck, I hope this is real. I wanna be able to touch your body every morning.â
My dick got hard at the thought of being able to do the same in his. Carter ran his fingers through my chest hair and says, âyouâre such a fine ass man Dan. Iâd do anythingâŚâ
âFuck well Iâm about to make both of our dreams come true. You ready?,â I say putting on the ring.
âFuck yeah!â
As I slid on the ring, I said his name aloud. I just a split second both of us passed out.
As I started to come too, I immediately knew I was Carter. I sat up and saw Carter filling up my chest.
I thought he would be freaked out. Instead he seemed so amazed.
I watch him navigate slowly with my hands⌠touching my chest, my nipplesâŚ
He worked his way down until eyes met my dick which was about to pop out of my underwear at any moment
âcan I?,â he said with the softest tone.
âItâs your body right now.â
Carter pulled out my dick and began to fondle it in front of me.
I was so turned by his excitement about having my body. I got up and immediately started sucking my body off.
Carter watched me work my own cock for him. I felt my bigger hands run through Carterâs hair.
And I felt him pull back and grab his chin.
âDan, letâs get in bed.â
I pull off his underwear and saw all of Carterâs naked body for the first time. His cock was long and eager. His pubes were trimmed down (unlike mine) and he had these cute tight balls.
Carter felt up and down his junk for me.
âDoes your hands feel good on my cock?,â he says to me with a grin.
âYeah it does,â I say back to him.
I look down at Carterâs legs and then at his sexy boyish feet.
Thatâs when Carter began to run my tongue up and down his shaft. I could feel my stubble glide across his ballsack.
âFuck, I can tell this is going to be a long night!,â I say to him.
Carter and I fucked around for hours. We would take turns edging each other and showing one another how each otherâs bodies respond. Neither one of us wanted to cum.
But I was the first one to blow my load. And he came shortly after me.
Both of us laid in bed licking cum off of each other. Shortly after I felt my naked body wrap its arms around me and we cuddled off to sleep.
By morning, we made an agreement. We keep each otherâs bodies until one of us says weâre ready to swap back.
Listen, I knew I was going to go back to my life and my body at some point. I was just not prepared for the wild ride of Carterâs life.
I soon found out that was a college student who parties a lot!
I mean the schedule was already made for me. Iâd go to his class which was a surprisingly easy for me. And then his friend sends in a textâŚ
âA total rager is going down tonight boys!â
âWho wants to go out and hit the bars?â
âHouse party at my place tonight!â
It was nonstop and I couldnât get enough of it.
It took me no time to get to know his friends but I do think itâs because Iâm the best looking in the crew and Iâm confident several want to get into my pants.
Which I may have let a few of them do soâŚ
Although, they have noticed a difference in me. Which is that I have zero fear of showing off myself, especially this body.
Most nights Iâd even refuse to wear a shirt!
I went from constant hook ups, hard core clubbingâŚ
But then we went to a concert and I may have taken it too farâŚ
All of us were having a good time when I came across this handsome guy.
âSup! My names Carter,â I said to him with a grin.
âHey, youâre cute. You wanna make out?,â said the handsome stranger.
âFuck yeah!â
This guy and I made out for a while at the concert. Neither of us gave a fuck about anyone around us.
Thatâs when I felt him unbuckle my pantsâŚ
All I could think of in the back of my head was⌠am I really about to get my dick sucked out in the open at a concert???
Before I could even think, Carterâs dick was out of his pants and this guy was on his knees.
âHoly shit Carter!â I hear one of his friends say in the background.
The guy sucking me off was sooo good at it. I couldnât even think straight.
âDude! Carter!! The police!!!â
The second I came down this guyâs throat, the police came up and caught us red handed.
Luckily, I didnât get charged with anything. But they did take me to jail along with the other guy.
We both sat quietly the entire ride.
And when they put us in a cell both of us sat awkwardly.
All I could say in that moment was, âman I messed up.â
The guy looked over at me nervously, âI did too Dan.â
It took me a second to register him using my real name.
âCarter?â
âYeah itâs meâŚâ
âWhat the fuck??!? Where is my body???â
âWell with this guy⌠I donât know. It was a really dumb idea. He came over to your place. I showed him the ring and then the next morning I couldnât find him in your body. Plus he stole your ring!â
âCARTER!!!â
âIâm sorry!!!â
I watched as the other handsome 20 something, cried his eyes out. I wanted to be so mad at him. But then I remembered just how foolish Iâve been in his body.
Shortly after one of Carterâs friends posted my bail and I ended up doing the same for the actual Carter.
Weeks passed while Carter and I tried our hardest to find my body. But unfortunately we had no luck. Carter and I eventually grew a fondness for each other.
I graduated college the following spring and Carter got a nice job with his body. It helped that the stranger that took my body was already somewhat successful in life.
Both of managed to get a nice place together. Although life seems kind of boring now, we do frequent a club on an occasion.
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Just wanted to pitch my two cents in response to the previous anon! Hi friend, I know for a lot of us who get our food shrink wrapped and packaged at the grocery store itâs mind boggling to even imagine thereâs a healthy way of animal husbandry.
I grew up in The Big Cityâ˘ď¸ but was raised by my grandparents. They grew up farming (just crops, their families were too poor to own livestock or purchase meat/milk/eggs) and taught me to have an incredible respect for where food comes from. We grew our own crops in the tiny backyard, composted, and did aquaculture even before I knew what it was. We bought our smaller meat from the local butcher minimally processed. You had to debone and process the whole chicken, fish, rabbit, frogs, etc. Grandpa traded his veggies for different fruits with the other oldies. Grandma made her own wine and yogurt. And Iâve worked and volunteered at animal shelters and wildlife rescue/rehab centers growing up. I still compost nearly all of my food waste. Even then, I didnât truly understand the extent to which a properly cared for animal farm could be healthy and ethical.
Until I met one of my previous partners that is. They grew up in an incredibly rural area on a family farm that had animals, including a herd of cows for meat. They hunted, but always to protect the livestock and made use of the animals they killed/sold them to others in town who would. It seemed so counterintuitive to my sensibilities and raised my hackles at first. How could you say you love animals and do that? But I began asking questionsâŚfor hours and hours because it was nothing Iâd been exposed to.
The way they and their family cared for/revered their animals seemed almost religious to me when I first encountered it. From the time they were kids, it was always the animalsâ chores first. You woke up but fed and milked the cows before you made yourself breakfast. They made blankets for the animals and read to them. You gave the herd everything they needed and then some. If something in the barn needed fixing, that would happen first before new windows for the house. The animals had their own things and toys and treats. It was love! There were never cattle prods or whips or any of the machinery you associate with industrial farming. The animals would greet them happily every morning. They loved and trusted their people back enough to be naughty a way a pampered cat is. It really sunk in when I stood next to a cow for the first time â thereâs nothing that would stop that animal from harming you, especially if you were a kid, unless it respected you and loved you back.
(They once told me the story of how some large predator like a bear or wolf tried to sneak into the pasture at night. The family woke up there next morning to a furry pancake that had been utterly stomped into the ground by the herd.)
A whole lifetime later, they can still remember the names, personalities, and stories of all the animals they raised. I would get bored and try to list off random names as a game to see if they ever had an animal called that, actually. But the thing that initially shocked (and stuck with me the most) was that when theyâd take an older cow to the butcher, they would get packages of meat back labeled with that animalâs name. But it wasnât ever scary or traumatizing for the kids. They always knew where food was from. Sometimes they were even there helping when that animal was born in the barn. What that did was give them an incredible sense of care, respect, and duty for those animals. When they had dinner that night, they would say grace and mean it in a way you only could if you viewed that animal as an equal family member. I was raised religious, but had never heard grace said like that, with that amount of genuine intent until I ate dinner with them. It used to be just something I did, just going through the motions.
That being said, yes it would probably be the most bio energy efficient/less emissions heavy if the whole world shifted away from a meat-based diet. But ideal isnât always realistic/something we can achieve overnight. Meat alternatives are often expensive or time consuming to prepare (like beans/legumes). The way I see it, this blog is part of a harm reduction approach in facilitating an appreciation/love/education for livestock and then encouraging people to seek out more mindful sources of meat, like some local farms. Weâve seen time and time again, shame/blame are far less effective in getting people to re-examine their worldviews than education and love.
thank you so much for this ask, this is so so so so so lovely!!! i feel like a lot of people that arent farmers or dont have farmers in their family dont really understand just how much love is there.
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