#appealing than the girl. he also figure this out late as he never ever thought hed be able to really have a life once he went on the run a
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idk if you've written any head cannons about this before but i'm curious what your thoughts are on arcades previous relationships
I think this is a very interesting question because we can even know if he had previous relationships? I don't know if you want platonic or romantic, so I will answer vague enough to fit both.
Arcade is a man that wants to be reserved and self-assured. When he first vaguely tells you about his past you can 100% tell he is very mournful of something and I really think its partly him not knowing his place in the world and being incredibly lonely. One of the ways you can recruit him is literally just by being gay and showing interest. That's not someone who is used to having deep, long lasting relationships of any kind. He never mentions friends his age growing up or otherwise and he is honest (once he opens up) about how he is considred too young to be taken seriously by the older remanents when enlisting their help (Imagine like trying to be friends with your much older aunts and uncles who like wiped your ass).
He is desperately trying to find a place and I feel like that applies to being among people as well, I mean he does hide himself in a tent with the followers. When I think of his past relationships I think of fleeting hook-ups or abrupt endings with him often being the one to do the skedaddling or walk of shame to wherever he was residing at the time. I say shame becasue I know he'd want to stay and get close but he's just too scared. It's understandable when 75% of the factions would want you dead due to your family lineage... even if you had no part of their actions. He has so much baggage and hang-ups I don't think he thinks it'd be worth it to unpack that with a friend or lover.
But since your asking what I personally think his fleeting, wasteland relationships were like here's my thoughts:
Most of his relationships (friendships and otherwise) started occurring later in his like, likely his early to mid-twenties. He had seen Enclave remnants be hunted and those who survived did so by staying alone...
His first friend was a wasteland girl who liked how well-read he was. It wasn't so much a traditional friendship but like two people who frequent the same places a lot. He provided the closest thing she was getting to an education and she provided pleasant conversation.
They barely knew anything deeper than each other's names or the topics they discussed but Arcade had never had a non-enclave friend before so it meant everything to him.
She was inspired to get a formal education and do something with her life and thanked Arcade before leaving to go do that. Arcade liked the feeling of helping and sought out ways to do that.
His first kiss is actually how he got into the followers in my head. It was the first chance he took to form a relationship outside the remnants and he wanted to follow him (him as in his lover). He wanted to join a diplomatic Follower group in the NCR and Arcade was terrified of being that close.
Following the last point it was a big blowout fight because Arcade refused to explain why he didn't beyond "Aren't we fine here?" and received a very harsh reading about his inability to open up.
His first actual boyfriend was a king gang member that liked to brag about how he was dating the smartest follower on this side of the wasteland. Arcade felt bad cause he knew he was only dating the guy cause he was crushing on The King at the time and the guy made him feel good with all the praise.
He broke it off under the guise that his work made him feel like he was being neglectful to their relationship and due to the kings' strong sense of duty/principles he understood
Gave Arcade his fav hair comb as a token of no hard feelings and Arcade felt extra bad cause it was like the one real and safe feeling relationship he had and he hated it was built on lies and half-truths.
Hence why he only tells the Courier half-truths, both is too much
After that he made a rule to only have FWBs and casual friends.
This worked as well as you think it did for a man like Arcade.
Most of the people he "dated" (weird coy flirting until he shut them out when they asked something deeper) were all people who wanted to go somewhere with him. He has a deep desire to live, experience and find himself but never has the courage to commit
This explains why you can so easily recruit him with flirting and promising to whisk him away into adventure. (Daddy issues much?)
All his "friends" were either the socially weird Followers who never asked much or people who were passing through and wouldn't question the random guy they hung out with for a bit knows too much about energy weapons or power armor or that old defunct faction that almost killed everyone with evil water... twice.
Silly Headcanons is he loves to rag and joke and is a little shit. He has a chip on his shoulder about how smart he is but he's never a direct jerk about
Not a touchy friend but he clings and hovers around partners and people he has a romantic interest in. Hand brushes, pats, standing close, and wanting to be very involved. Sad but he really wants a connection and even a small sign is enough to make him lose his sensibilities.
He hates it but he knows he's touch and emotionally starved so sometimes he allows himself to get a little lost in the love sauce.
Prefers friends and partners that are a little dumber than him. This has nothing to do with anything, dude is just attracted to idiots platonically or romantically.
This post is long just because I need to explain just how I think these characters think. Arcade is a guy who wants to be gay and own a garden and drink a glass of non-irrated wine with his friends while snarking to his partner. But he's also affliated with violent war crimminals and genocidal factins and settles for just trying to give that life to someone else.
#like he really just wants to feel like he can be somewhere with peace but he cant I fell sorry for him#all his relationships are like very unhealthy cause he cant be vulnerable and when he is he still holds back#sorry if this isnt exactly what you wanted but i dont think Arcade has had a sweet summer romance or best friend#like a big thing with all of the New Vegas companions is how lonely they really are and why its so easy to recruit them through certain way#minor thing but he realized he was gay while reading a guns and bullets mag and the ranbo like guy on one of the pages was looking way more#appealing than the girl. he also figure this out late as he never ever thought hed be able to really have a life once he went on the run a#didnt think about that type of thing#fallout#fallout new vegas#fnv#arcade israel gannon#arcade gannon#arcade fnv#ask#anon
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i have never thought of regudora as being romantic before but then i thought of them as best friends with lesbian pandora and mtf regulus who is so lost within herself she never even thinks of transitioning so they never really discover their true feelings for each other they know there's something and maybe one day Pandora gets Regulus in a dress and there's just this moment where Pandora thinks oh and sees it but Regulus refuses to and never wears a dress again. And it's just a tragedy and can never be because Regulus is too in her head to fully let her full self out. pandora leaves town and regulus never sees her again. (it would also be the case of regulus transitioning later in life and they meet again and they finally understand what those feelings they felt actually are but i'm not sure if regulus would ever allow herself to get there)
i dont know i thought you might see the vision a little bit
sorry this is so late !!!! đ¤
honestly iâve never really been able to see regudora as romantic eitherâŚ. and i think itâs because im too fond of their platonic relationship so i dont really wanna mess with it ??? like i can potentially see the appeal but idkâŚâŚ..
BUT !!! lesbian regudora could be so sweet and i love lesbian mtf regulus more than anything. usually i consider him a nonbinary he/him lesbian but maybe itâs time to ponder reg and some femininityâŚâŚ i am always weak for girls and girlhoodâŚâŚ
this is actually so sweet and miserable at the same timeâŚ. iâm imagining those fragile quiet intimate moments where pandora lends reg a dress during a sleepover and maybe it starts a bit as a joke (but not really), like just doing silly things together and having fun, the kind of things that only happens during your youth and while giggling and trying to stay up all night. the tensionâŚâŚ all of it⌠the confusing teenage years where everything feels like the end of the world and you have all of these confusing feelings and theyâre both too young to figure it out :((((
AND THEN THEY MEET AGAINâŚâŚ and everything clicks and makes sense⌠im picturing a rom com type of reunionâŚâŚ oh im WeakâŚ
mwah thank you for sharing this with me this was so lovely!! đ¤đ¤đ¤
#im still a little unsure about where i stand on regudora but i could maybe be convincedâŚâŚ..#regudora shared repressed girlhood with confusing queer undertonesâŚâŚ.#regudora#asks
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DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol. 6 Sakamaki Laito Skit Dolce Tokuten Drama CD: âAbsurd Lessonâ
Original title: çä¸ĺ°˝ăŹăăšăł
Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 6 Sakamaki Laito Skit Dolce Tokuten Drama CD
Audio: N/A
Seiyuu: Hirakawa Daisuke
Translatorâs note: I never thought there would be a day where I get to hear Laito gush about make-up, haha. Honestly, it makes sense why he would be knowledgeable on the topic though. Iâm not an expert on the topic myself IN THE SLIGHTEST so I had to look up a lot of the terms, haha. I never wear make-up myself IRL but thankfully my mom does so I know some bits of pieces because of that.
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*Knock knock*
âBitch-chan? Can I come in?â
You give him permission.
âHey there~! Are preparations going well?â
You ask him if itâs time to leave on your date.
âNo, itâs not time yet. Youâve got another hour until weâre supposed to meet up. I finished getting ready early, so I figured Iâd come and check up on your progress instead~â
He steps closer.
âI donât think thereâs anything which could make a man happier than watching his girlfriend try her absolute hardest to doll up for their date~? You were going to put on your make-up next, right? Just pretend that Iâm not here, okay? Go ahead, continue~â
You start doing your make-up as Laito watches.
*Rustle rustle*
âStaaaaaare.â
You grow nervous.
âMy bad~ Your serious expression is just so cute, I couldnât help but look.â
You get self-conscious, wondering if you look strange.
âThatâs not true at all! You were just so adorable. I got captivated. ăźăź Thatâs half of my reasoning, and the other half is toăťteaseăťyou.â
You get upset.
âNfu~ Sorry~â
You continue putting on your make-up.
â...Woah there!â
*Thud*
âSorry, Bitch-chan. Iâm going to borrow this lipstick for a second, okay?â
You protest.
âOh no! Iâm not going to tease you! I just thought that rather than this color, the one over there would suit you much better!â
You frown.
âWhile I wonât deny that a bright red lipstick is quite sexy and really stands out, I think a pink hue goes much better with your skin. Also, taking your outfit of the day into account...out of the different shades of pink, Iâd say this one which goes a little more to the purple side would be a good choice!â
*Pop*
â...Well then, Bitch-chan. Part your lips slightly.â
You hesitate.
âItâs a necessary step when applying lipstick, no? Come on, open your mouth. âAaahnâ. Wide enough for one index finger to fit inside.â
You part your lips.
âAww, you look so cute when making that face~â
You protest again.
âFufu, my bad~ Iâll shut up now and apply lipstick.â
*Rustle rustle*
âăźăź There we go, all done!â
You compliment his choice.
âRight~? Iâm pretty good at giving girls advice on how to make themselves look even cuter through the magic of make-up~! ăźăź With that said, let me finish your look!â
You nod.
âThank you! Iâll put a spell on you to make you super-duper cute! After the lipstick...Letâs see. How about we put some eyeliner around your eyes? You went for a pink eyeshadow, right? You did a great job with the gradient! It fits you very well!â
You blush.
âSo Iâm thinking of adding some eyeliner here. Do you have ones you usually use?â
*Rattle rattle*
âWith todayâs look, I wouldnât go for black but...Ah! This! A brown eye pencil will work much better! It will match well with the overall look, emphasizing your appeal by creating more of a gentle look.â
*Thud*
âFirst we draw a line along the lashes first, then use a cotton swab to soften up the rough edges on the outside ăźăź and itâs done!â
You seem impressed by his knowledge.
âYou want to know why I know so much about make-up? Hmăź Iâve gotten a bit hooked on make-up tutorials as of late and must have picked up on a lot of techniques while watching.â
You ask him about the tutorials.
âThose kinds of videos are really interesting, you know? When do you ever get to see a girl without make-up on otherwise? However, to teach the viewers how to create a certain look from scratch, they have no other choice but to expose their bare face~ Their natural appearance without any additional decorations!
I enjoy watching those who get embarrassed, although the confident ones are fun as well. I started watching those videos out of my own desire to see a plethora of different expressions and naturally learnt about make-up on the way. By the way, my preferred way to watch these videos is by first skipping ahead to the end of the video to see the finished look, then rewind back to the beginning and compare it to their face without any make-uăźăźâ
*Rustle*
âAh! Bitch-chan! You just scrunched up your nose in disgust, didnât you? However, thanks to those videos, I was able to help you out today, so I donât think it was in vain!â
You puff out your cheeks.
âNfu~ Youâre such a simpleton, Bitch-chan.â
You tilt your head to the side.
âOh no, I didnât say anything! ...Well then, letâs do your eyelashes next.â
You seem surprised.
âOf course! You might think itâs unnecessary since you have naturally long and appealing lashes, but if you leave only those untouched, itâll look out of place.â
*Rustle*
âSpeaking of which, you usually never apply anything on there, huh? Are you not too fond of eyelash curlers, perhaps?â
You nod.
âYeah, They do look kind of scary, donât they? I totally get the fear of getting your lashes stuck in between them! But donât worry! Iâll do it for you today.â
*Thud*
âRelax your eyelids, okay?â
You tense up.
âFufu, your lashes are quivering, how cute. Donât be scared. It wonât hurt. Iâll be gentle, so just entrust your body to me, okay?â
You seem skeptical.
âYouâre hurting my feelings! I swear Iâm only doing this out of a genuine intention to make you even prettier! I mean, itâd be bad if I were to hurt you, right?â
You agree.
âSo keep still, okay? Itâs dangerous to move while Iâm using the curler, wouldnât you agree? Or do you want it to be painful, perhaps? ...Fufu~ Just kidding! Well then, letâs keep going. Iâll use the curler to help your eyelashes curl upwardsâŚâ
*Rustle*
âăźăź There! ...Uwah! They curled really nicely since theyâre so long!â
You sigh in relief.
*Thud*
âWell then, Iâm gonna apply the mascara now, okay?â
He grabs the mascara.
âOpen your eyes and look slightly upwards.Since your lashes are already very pretty to begin with, I only need to apply a thin layer. Thisâll just add that extra âoomphâ to the tips of the hairs. ...Mmh, a fine job, if I may say so myself~â
You smile.
âNfu~ Did you fall in love all over again after discovering this new side of me? If this were a shoujo manga, there would be flowers floating in the background now~ Well then, letâs finish the look by adding a touch of blush to your cheeks!â
You seem surprised youâll be applying blush as well.
âMmh! When you go the extra mile to add blush, it adds another dimension! Furthermore, having a slight color to your complexion creates a better overall look. So no buts and just leave it to me, okay? Iâll be usingâŚâ
*Rustle rustle*
âTa-dah~! I just so happen to have a cream blush over here!â
Your eyes widen in surprise.
âFufufu~ Iâm a magician today! I can easily pull a fitting type of blush from my pockets~ ăźăź Just kidding. I found it by pure coincidence the other day and thought it would fit you, so I bought it as a surprise gift.â
You thank him.
âIâm glad you seem to like it. Iâll put this on as well then, okay?â
*Tap*
âFirst you spread it around on your palms, then lightly tap it against the cheeks~ Just to add some slight contouring to the face. ...There! Now youâre exactly my style! (1) ...Here, take a look.â
*Rustle*
âIt blends in nicely after applying it, donât you think? Your skin looks even more bright now! ăźăź And with that, your 100% lovable pink look is complete! My cute princess, what do you think of the end result?â
You smile and look delighted.
âIâm flattered you seem to like it so much. Today I used my own techniques, but feel free to adjust them and turn it into your own thing from tomorrow onwards~
...Haah~ Youâre usually adorable already, but today your cuteness is on another level. ...Ah, right! We have to take one shot to remember this amazing occasion! ...Come on, say cheese!â
*Snap*
âThere we go! It turned out great! Iâm so happy I was able to capture a shot of you looking extra cute!â
You grow flustered.
âIâm only stating the truth, no? Well then, your make-up is all done, so letâs head out on our date once youâve changed clothes, okay?â
You nod.
ăźăź THE END ăźăź
Translation notes
(1) Literally, Laito says that she has been âdyed his hueâ. This is a common idiom when lovers influence each other by adapting each other's customs, style, etc.
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from one kid to another
w/c: 6.0k
warnings: mentions of drinking, lots of swearing, implied smut, and angst at times
summary: it was a mistake, a beautiful one that you didnât make on your own
a/n: this genuinely is my favorite thing iâve ever written :,) i say that a lot but this time i mean it, itâs really special i think and i so so so hope yâall do too <3 enjoy my loves
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thereâs only one thing in life that testing positive for is actually positive.
depending on the situation, obviously. yours isnât ideal, or planned or a blessing or whatever people say. itâs a gigantic mistake that you didnât realize you made until a minute ago.
youâd noticed something was wrong when your time of the month came and all you experienced was the symptoms. cramps, cravings, everything except your actual period. as everyone is pretty much taught to do, you ran to the closest drug store for a pregnancy test. what the hell else could it be? you messed around a few weeks ago, so thereâs a possibility.
your heart felt like it was going to explode out of your chest the whole time you waited for the results. youâd thought of calling tom over for support, but there are a couple of reasons why you couldnât do that. you realized you made the right decision when your timer for the test went off.
two red lines. youâre pregnant. youâre pregnant, and your best fucking friend is the father.
where do you go from here?
the test falls from your hand and hits the floor with a mocking clank. you slide down until your back is against the bathtub. well, youâre fucked. what an ironic word choice.
the fact that you arenât ready in the slightest to be a parent when youâre still growing up yourself is one thing. itâs another that this could ruin the most important relationship youâve ever had.
no, tom wonât be mad. heâs never once fought with or even raised his voice at you. in your times of need, heâs been the one to uplift you and kiss your puffy cheeks dry. no matter how he takes this, you know it wonât be out on you. he is half responsible.
but, with how you left things the last time you spoke, youâre not sure youâll be able to get past it.
tom is alarmingly good at hiding how he truly feels. you always tease him that itâs because heâs a gemini. heâll come back with shut up, iâm an actor and stick his nose in the air to give you the full image. in all seriousness, it does take a toll on how well he can communicate.
youâve seen it in small ways, like when he brings you along for press days and uses unenthusiastic smiles to cover up his yawns. how heâll be polite in a conversation with people heâd rather not speak to, then mumble about it once youâre home. he tries to put forward the âappealingâ parts of himself even though heâs more than them.
tomâs biggest communication issue is that heâs been in love with you since year nine and hasnât said a word about it. youâve yet to figure that one out.
you two became friends while tom was starring in billy elliot. his schedule was so scattered between shows and school, so he struggled to balance both. he often had to stay late for extra help on the lessons. youâd also been there a few times. you worked better in the classroom, and he was grateful he didnât have to be alone with the teacher.
most kids made fun of tom for his interest in theater, to his face and behind his back. not you. you thought it was just incredible that someone in your own classes worked at the west end. youâd told him on your way home one night.
heâd heard you before he saw you. âyouâre tom, right?â you asked from behind him, the two of you making your way through the hall. the question sounded friendly, and it wasnât every day kids were nice to him. tom stopped walking so you could catch up. âyes, and you are?â you gave him a small smile, books clutched to your chest. he instantly returned it.
ây/n. i heard youâre in billy elliot?â you laughed at your understatement, then corrected yourself. âthat you are billy elliot, i mean. thatâs so cool.â âoh, i am. thank you,â he chuckled back, a full grin taking over his face. you were both walking again, you by tomâs side. âi was hoping to come see you soon.â your voice got quieter as you told him, like you were nervous.
tom never had much luck with girls, not at this point in his life. this was an opportunity to change that. at the very least, to make a new friend. he offered something you said yes to without a beat of hesitation. âwhat if i got you the tickets?â
from then on, you began talking during class and not only when it ended. tom really knew how to keep the conversation going, telling story after story that left you laughing so much your teacher would shush you. youâd eventually moved to hangouts at either of your houses. harrison came into the mix at some point, the three of you forming your own group.
the difference between tom and harrison was that while harrison linked with other girls, tom was only interested in you. heâd gotten a crush on you pretty fast, if he was being honest. it might have been your shared sense of humor or the way you said his name.
thomas, when he was being cheeky. tommy, which took the place of a pet name. even regular tom. that might have been his favorite. he loved how it rolled off your tongue. he loved, and still loves, you.
youâd gone to all of tomâs performances you possibly could, the ones for school theater included. you also gave him the push to take his talents to hollywood. tom was afraid he wasnât cut out for the big screen, that he needed more practice and experience first. you told him that if this was what he wanted to do, he had to start somewhere. why wait?
tom then landed his first movie role in the impossible at the age of fifteen. heâd received tons of praise and almost gotten nominated for an academy award, all because you convinced him to audition. you played a huge part in keeping him grounded when he was between films, and caught him up on whatever schoolwork heâd missed.
you practically zoomed to tomâs house when he was announced as the next spider-man. youâd been constantly refreshing every social media platform marvel was on since tom became a finalist for the part. that process was probably the most difficult experience heâs ever gone through. youâd know, having heard all about it from tom.
the two of you celebrated along with the rest of tomâs family that night. you kept giving him little proud of you squeezes on his shoulder or knee. tom is eternally indebted to you for being the most supportive of everything he does.
he of course sends the support right back. although he went down the movie star path, acting wasnât for you. youâd gone off to university and studied hard as hell and aced all your shit. tom quizzed you on material whenever you needed. he wanted to help you somehow, and this was all youâd let him do.
heâd offered to pay off your loans and any other expenses necessary because he had the money to do that now. you refused every single time, not trying to become dependent on him. he admired your drive, yet hated it at the same time. everything youâd done for him, it was his turn to be the caretaker. it shouldâve been.
whenever tom wrapped filming for the holidays and came back home, you were always preparing for final exams. he kept you company, content with simply being in your presence. you typed away on your keyboard and read over notes until your eyes burned. tom occasionally brought you snacks, tea, asked how you were and what he could do.
sometimes, he would have to cut your study time short. heâd say it wasnât healthy or you were overdoing it and to come relax with him for a bit. other times, tom let you be. he didnât want to get in the way of your already stressful assignments. those were the nights youâd fall asleep in front of your laptop. drool on your chin, hunched over at your desk.
tom made sure to tuck you in, press a light kiss to whatever part of your face wasnât covered in spit, then let himself out. he knew where your spare key was, so he used that. youâd wake up to a âFell asleep studying again. Rest today xâ text the next morning.
when it came time for you to graduate, tom was on the first flight there. it was during another round of reshoots for chaos walking. he respectfully told doug that heâd have to work around his schedule or replace him, which couldnât be done so late into filming. tom didnât care that it made him seem like a prick. he was getting to you no matter what he had to do.
heâd earned plenty of stares and whispers from people as he took his seat in the crowd. he was a proper celebrity now, so he expected it. his solution was to ignore everything and chat with your family about how proud they were of you, tom the most. he saw you go from a kid attempting algebra equations to an adult at her uni graduation. youâve really grown up together.
it was why he teared up hearing them call your name, seeing you beam as you walked across the stage. your mom grabbed his hand and nodded at him, like she could tell exactly what was going through his head.
you ran right up to tom after the ceremony was over, leaping into his arms. he let out a couple of chuckles as he spun you around. âi didnât think youâd make it,â youâd admitted, happy yet sad tears in your eyes. tom put you down so he could pull you in for a real hug. âiâll always be wherever you are, y/n,â he said into your ear, rocking you while you gripped at his suit collar.
flash forward to a year later, your career is finally taking off, tomâs is flourishing like it has been for years, and youâre pregnant with his child. youâre trying to recall the series of events that led you to this moment.
you were both drunk, blackout drunk because the only reason you remember sleeping together is that you woke up naked in the same bed. harrisonâs bed.
he threw a housewarming party for himself, having recently moved out of tomâs and the other boysâ place. the three of them, sam, and you were all in attendance, along with a lot of others you hadnât met.
neither you nor tom could figure out where he knew all those people from. heâd clinged to you two for the most part, more so you now with tom usually away. they could have been from work. harrison is breaking into the business himself, small roles here and there. tom actually met him in your schoolâs theater program, then he introduced him to you, ten years ago already.
sam entertained himself by making concoctions with the snacks harrison set out. harry got together a playlist for the party. harrison and tuwaine struck up a conversation with some of harrisonâs actor friends. that left you and tom alone, out of stuff to do, and with one way to fix it.
âdrink?â tom had asked you, a smirk playing on his lips. âlove one,â you hummed back and set off for the kitchen. the two of you raided harrisonâs liquor cabinet, grabbing his biggest bottle of wine. heâd dumbly pointed it out during the house tour he gave you before the other guests arrived.
you were about to search for glasses, but tomâs fingers threaded through yours. he gently tugged you away and nodded behind him. âletâs bring this upstairs. seems much more fun there,â heâd murmured over the music, a grin breaking across your face.
tom is big on clubbing and socializing, however, you arenât. he comes up with ways to get you out of these events, just in case.
âwe can break in harrisonâs bed for him,â you said as a completely harmless joke, no intentions of that becoming your reality later on. spoiler alert: it did. âand how are we gonna do that?â tom quirked a suggestive eyebrow and breathed out a laugh as you dragged him towards the stairs. despite yourself, youâd giggled at his words.
not one drink in either of you yet, and you were stumbling and cracking up as you ran upstairs. youâd pulled tom by your still attached hands into what you remembered as harrisonâs room. tom shut the door, locked it, saying under his breath that would be a âconvenient investmentâ for him to make as well.
he took out a bottle opener that he must have put in his pocket at some point and got to work on your wine, you getting comfortable on the new mattress. the two of you passed it to the other after every sip, tom licking the taste of your lip gloss off his own lips every so often.
the equivalent of three drinks in, you were making out. both of you were just tipsy at this point, tom holding you by your hips as you lied down, your legs around his waist. god, he couldâve done this sober. heâd dreamed about kissing you, really kissing you since he was fourteen. youâd always felt like you two had something more. ah, there it was.
halfway through the bottle got you past the next two bases, and you were ready for the fourth and ultimate one by the time you shook the last few drops onto the tip of your tongue. tom groaned at the sight of that, drawing your half naked body in closer to his.
you two had forgotten to use protection in each of your drunken states. without a doubt, you both wouldâve agreed to a condom had your minds not been everywhere but where they should have.
youâd woken up first the morning after, panic immediately coursing through your veins thicker than blood. a fully nude and sleeping tom had you in his embrace, arms secured around your middle, facing you. you gasped when you made the connection, loudly enough to wake tom up. his long eyelashes tickled your face, a confused pout on his lips. uh... um...
âdid we fucking...â you trailed off, no words to describe whatever unfolded. âfuck?â tom finished for you. a very blunt explanation, but true nevertheless. âlooks like it,â he rasped, pout changing into a smile. your face fell at the vague memories of how you spent your night.
you definitely wanted to do it. just, heâs your best friend, whoâs seen you at your least sexy moments over the years. when you were sick, had breakdowns from stress, you name literally anything, tom was there. it took one bottle of cheap wine for him to forget that?
the real answer was no. tom is entirely in love with you, for a decade at that. you were beginning to discover you feel the same, only you had no idea he already loves you. youâd assumed this was meant to be merely a hookup. from the frown your face held, heâd thought you were regretting it. oh, were you both so wrong.
âum... we donât have to talk about it,â tom told you halfheartedly, under the impression thatâs what you preferred. you physically felt yourself get weaker in tomâs strong arms. heâs not interested. âyeah, thatâs probably for the best. i...â you were lying. his heart shrunk, shriveled up inside his chest. she doesnât love me like that.
âyou have to go. arenât you behind on some emails?â tom hoped you didnât hear his voice strain from the tears pushing at his eyes. âright. almost forgot, thanks.â youâd plastered on a smile, slipping out of his grasp. a tear rolled down his cheek, so he wiped it away before you noticed. youâd already gotten out of the bed and begun picking your clothes up off the floor.
âiâll drive you home, then.â he rolled on to his other side, you thought so he could give you privacy to change. it was that, and also because he was crying. he couldnât hold it in. tom is naturally an emotional person. imagine finding out the love youâve had almost half your life is unreciprocated. itâs soul crushing.
you two found harrison snoring and on top of tuwaine as you left the house. no silly remarks or shared glances for the first time in ten years. tom couldnât muster anything up, and you felt numb.
the drive was painful. youâd said your goodbyes after tom pulled up to the curb, which held an odd weight to them. once you were out of the car, a sob wracked through him, banging on the steering wheel and not giving a shit about the loud horn going off. you collapsed face first onto your bed. hours passed by while you stared at nothing and contemplated everything.
since it happened, you havenât spoken much. small talk over text every few days or so, both of you pretending things are normal for the otherâs sake. about a month later, today, is when you found out youâre pregnant.
thereâs no use wallowing in any of this. you need to figure out your next move, one that should probably involve tom. first, you want to talk to someone else. you want other opinions and a voice in your head that isnât your own. harrison gets a text from you saying to come over now, the now in all caps. he does.
you let him in after the second knock, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. however torn you are, you must look it. shirt balled in your fists, lip quivering. he keeps his eyes on yours as he steps inside, pushing the door shut behind him. this is all becoming too real. ây/n, are you okay?â
youâre about to cry in three, two...
âhaz, i fucked up,â you choke out, tears unable to stay at bay. he takes you into his arms for a hug. half your face is hidden in his shoulder, hands clutching at his back. he lets you cry it out, holding you until your heavy breathing steadies. âwhatâs happened?â harrison asks quietly, both of you leaving the hug.
âif- if i tell you, you canât freak out. you canât tell anyone else, either,â you instruct, searching his eyes for certainty that he wonât under any circumstances. âi wonât, y/n/n,â he assures you and puts an encouraging hand on your arm. your heart pounding abnormally fast, you spit it out. your first time saying it aloud. âiâm pregnant.â
harrison flinches and doesnât even try to conceal it. he takes his hand off of you, worry swimming across his features. he blinks at you, unsure of what to say. youâd react the same way, maybe worse, so you donât blame him. a discussion you, him, and tom had a couple years back replays in his mind.
the three of you were talking about your futures, seeing as you were close to living them. when tom asked you two where you stood on having your own families, you didnât hesitate to answer. ânope, the factory is closed for a long ass time.â until you were in your thirties, you aimed to focus on yourself. harrison distinctly remembered because of how you phrased it.
âyouâre... you... wow,â is all he replies with. you head over to the couch, more tears welling up in your eyes. do the pregnancy hormones act up this early? harrison follows you over and sits down next to you with an awkward clearing of his throat. âdo you want to be pregnant?â he has to ask because heâs not sure if he should congratulate you or what.
âi donât know,â you answer honestly, voice airy. your eyes are fixed on the wall in front of you. you havenât given yourself time to think about it. there are so many reasons you donât, and a single one you do. âdo you, um, know who the dad is?â harrison glances over at you. âyeah.â your voice cracks. youâre both afraid for him to ask what he does next.
he shifts so heâs sitting up. âcan i know?â a sniffle passing through you, you finally look at him. âitâs tom,â you say it before you lose the nerve to. harrisonâs face doesnât change this time. he isnât surprised you and tom went there. heâd seen your friendship growing into more the older you all got. what he canât believe is where it took you.
his best friend pregnant, and his other best friend responsible for it.
âwhen did you...â âat your party,â you explain, bringing your legs up so theyâre criss cross on the couch. âi thought you were gone a little too long.â he says that to try cheering you up. you appreciate the effort, but it doesnât work. youâre not in a joking mood. heâll stick to the main issue. âso, have you told him?â
âclearly not,â you scoff, not at him but at what you two have gotten yourselves into. ây/n... i think you should tell him,â harrison sighs out, then adds, âwhether you keep it or not.â âwhy? that would ruin everything, it already has.â youâre getting angry now, which plunges you into angry crying, voice unsteady as you go on.
âthe last time i saw tom was that night, and i guess it meant more to me than it did to him because we havenât talked about it at all. he didnât want to.â you swipe the back of your hand across your eyes, gaze stern compared to harrisonâs soft one.
he drapes an arm around your shoulders, you curling into him with another sniffle. he doesnât say anything for a minute, then he tries again. âi know you, y/n, and i know tom. youâll kill yourselves not talking about this.â heâs right, no shit he is. avoiding telling tom how you feel, and your pregnancy on top of that, itâs eating you up inside. itâs swallowing you whole.
âwhat if he doesnât want to be a dad? or- or iâm a shit mum?â you croak out, your doubts getting the best of you. âi can barely take care of myself. what am i supposed to do with a baby?â youâre leaning forward with your hands pressing into your temples. harrisonâs hand moves to your upper back. âi- i donât think i should have them. i... we canât,â you conclude.
âtom loves kids,â he gives you a gentle reminder. âwhy would his own be the exception?â another good point, yet you still have rebuttles. âright, heâs a godfather and heâs really good with them and all that, but iâm not the right person, and itâs a terrible time,â you tell him all at once, in a rush to get your words out before harrisonâs sway you.
âheâs never around, iâm doing my own stuff. weâre not meant for this.â you lift your head out of your hands and sit back on the couch. harrison returns his hands to his lap. heâs frowning at you, which you see from the corner of your eye. âiâm not going to force you to have the baby. just saying you have options.â
yeah, really shitty ones.
âeither way, talk to tom.â harrison says this more like a demand so youâll take his advice into actual consideration. âat least about the hookup.â your teeth sink into your lower lip, eyes watering for the nth time already.
you have no choice because heâs right again. youâll never move on from what happened unless you and tom address it.
the next morning, you do what harrison told you to and invite tom over. he replied saying he was on his way maybe a minute later. heâs nervous to see you because yeah, but more so looking forward since itâs been so long. youâre so nauseous you barely have room for nerves. itâs morning sickness with a hint anxiety.
it feels almost normal when he first gets here, no howâve you been and what are you up to these days? being as close as you and tom are, youâre not capable of such a dry conversation. personally, you still feel uneasy while he recounts a golfing incident him and harry got into the other day. you know something he doesnât.
âwhen i tell you we flew, we flew,â tom makes a pushing forward motion with both hands. âright into the tree. i think harry, like, dented part of his face.â he lets out a breathy laugh, you forcing out one of your own. youâd be more interested without the fact that youâre expecting a child, his child, at the back of your mind.
tom exhales, shifting to face you on your couch. itâs funny how different things were when you and harrison sat in these same spots yesterday. so much has and is about to change.
âthey had to send another golf cart to come get us. it was wild.â âit sounds wild,â you hollowly agree. he can tell youâre not too invested in hearing about harryâs terrible driving skills, so he changes the subject. âanyway, harrison told me he came over last night?â your stomach drops, heat coming over your whole body.
âdid... did he say why?â you murmur with a look of urgency in your eyes. tom shrugs a shoulder, and casually. thereâs no way he knows. âno, was he supposed to?â his tone stays playful, which you can thankfully tell. that puts you more at ease. âno. no, never mind. i wouldâve asked you to come, but...â youâre searching through your catalog of excuses.
thank god tom says something else because you canât find a good one. âitâs alright. i actually, um, had a work call.â a small smile spreads across his face, a proud one. intrigued, you raise both eyebrows. âwhatâd you talk about?â tom twiddles with his fingers in his lap. âiâve been offered an audition for this really amazing film. everything works out, itâll be huge for me.â
youâre smiling back this time, putting a hand over one of his. âwoah, thatâs incredible. iâm so happy for you, tom.â you lock your fingers with his from the back of his hand. he looks down at them, humbly shaking his head. âwhen is it?â âa few weeks from today. it films in brazil...â
oh. you canât tell him now. itâs not worth him missing out on a milestone in his career for a baby youâre not sure you should have. that would be so unfair of you to ask. what are you going to do, not support his dreams for the first time in a literal decade? and, youâd call yourself his best friend through it all?
you guess this also means the way you feel about tom is one sided. heâs okay with leaving you after the most intimate moment you two have ever shared. youâll dance around it the rest of your lives. better yet, act like the night never even happened. thatâs not so easy to do when youâve got a permanent reminder of it.
the thought makes you sick to your stomach. so sick, you could...
while tom is talking more about what the audition entails, you suddenly bolt up from the couch. you run for the bathroom, a hand cupped over your mouth. his face twists up in confusion from your disappearance. tom calls, ây/n/n?â out to you, but you canât respond because your head is in the toilet. he rushes in when he hears you retching.
he gets onto the floor with you. youâre bent over, puking your guts out, back in another place where your life changed forever less than twenty four hours ago. tom pulls your hair out of your face and into a makeshift ponytail with one hand, his other on your back. thatâs all you have in you. you stay over the toilet just to be sure.
saliva drips from your mouth, making you cough roughly, the sound echoing. tom moves so heâs next to you, keeping his hand in your hair and not caring one bit about the smell because he loves you and heâs utterly concerned about what he witnessed.
âlove, are you sick?â he coos, searching for your eyes. they water from the intensity of everything. âmorning sickness,â you answer without thinking first. shit. shit, shit, shit. it came out of you like more vomit, word vomit. thereâs no going back now.
tom lets go of your hair with his eyes still on yours. his hand on your back then leaves you, fingers trailing down your body as they go. âmorning sickness,â he repeats, putting it together. âyouâre pregnant?â guilt taking over your features, you sit across from tom. youâre once again leaning against the bathtub, him against the counter.
âthis isnât how i wanted you to find out,â you admit and bring your knees up to your chest. âi took a test yesterday. it was positive.â your arms wrap around your legs, you now tearing up because tom figured it out. a shaky breath passes his lips. âi havenât gone to my doctor or anything yet, but i-â
âare you keeping the baby?â tom cuts in. not to judge you for your choice, to find out what the fuck is going on before he travels across the world. you tighten your arms around yourself, grabbing your wrist. âi havenât decided.â he gives you an understanding nod and reaches out for you. you dodge him. he might not want to do that after what you say next.
âtom, i... thereâs more,â you whimper out. âyeah. iâm... iâm listening,â tom croaks, unable to hold in his infinite amount of emotions for a multitude of reasons. heâs losing you a second time. more tears spill from your eyes as you break the news, the news that will destroy what heâs been working towards his entire life.
âthe baby is yours.â his face relaxes, looking almost relieved when you confess it. âwhen we slept together, uh,â youâre sure itâs obvious enough that you donât have to go over the details. heâs tearing up himself. you reluctantly continue. âif you still want to audition, i get it. we donât have to do this.â
âfuck the audition. fuck the whole movie. all of my movies, really,â tom surprises you by blurting out. he moves in until your legs are touching. âiâm staying. even if you donât have the baby, i have to be here.â you watch in disbelief as he wipes away what are actually happy tears. âreally? i was scared youâd resent me for it, or hate me even,â you mumble to him.
ây/n, what? why would i ever do that?â tom places a hand on your cheek, touch gentle and filled with love. you part your legs so he can be closer to you. he takes the space between them, thumb brushing over your skin. âi didnât think youâd want to deal with all of this. i thought that night was only a hookup for you.â your voice wobbles under his gaze.
âno, are you kidding? i thought thatâs what you thought.â heâs smiling now, eyes twinkling along with it. what heâs been meaning to tell you since you were only kids finally comes out. âiâve loved you as long as iâve known you, y/n. i always imagined myself doing this with you.â his words draw a quiet laugh from you, a happy one. âi know we were drunk, but i meant it all.â
the sincerity in his voice, the warmth in his eyes, they make you cry all over again. youâre getting used to it.
âi love you, tom,â you lean into him with a sniffle and a grin, his forehead now resting on yours, using his thumb to catch one of your tears. âi really do.â âi love you forever. i always have,â tom speaks lowly, breath fanning across your face. your hands grab at his shoulders. âso, youâll stay? youâll do this with me?â he reminds you of what he said before, this time a promise.
âforever.â
-
you ended up having the baby, and tom held your hand through the entire labor. nikki was holding his other hand, your mom holding your other hand. harrison had originally been in the room as well. when you started to push, he got freaked out and had to leave. your support system remained strong either way.
despite his repulsion of your daughterâs birth, you and tom decided to make harrison her godfather. he eventually became the godfather of your other two children also, which you had a few years later.
tom took a paternity leave from the industry so he could be with you and jamie. heâd also used his time off to propose to you, something else he fantasized about since year eleven in school. it wasnât anything too grand because the whole world was already buzzing about you two, and a big gesture felt too impersonal with everything youâd been through together.
he did it in the form of passing a note, something you often did in class to avoid being scolded by your teacher for talking. the note came with a pencil to check off either the yes or no box, âwill you marry me?â written above them. anyone else would have found it so unromantic, but you giggled as you checked off yes before your lips crashed into his smiling ones.
you were married shortly after the proposal, jamie as your flower girl and all your friends and family in attendance.
to do what he loved and stay with the people he loved, tom created his own version of hollywood in london. he took it upon himself to assemble a team and make a production company. harry behind the camera, harrison and tuwaine in the films, and tom either starring alongside them or directing. they give so many young actors tons of opportunities.
you eventually went back to work, too. it was like youâd never left, coworkers offering endless hugs and going over what you missed, not that you struggled getting into it. tom was there to celebrate every promotion, every compliment from your boss, every part of your life. jamie was also there, then liam and lucy.
all three of them are running around the house right now, putting on shoes and collecting their supplies for school. you take a sip of the orange juice liam didnât finish with a lighthearted eye roll. tom chuckles as he passes you in the kitchen, getting the kidsâ lunchboxes for them to minimize the chaos.
âyou have that pitch meeting today, right?â he slips his hands through the lunchbox handles and walks over to you. âmhm,â you hum, mouth full with juice. his lips press to your temple, giving your waist a one handed squeeze. âyouâll smash it. always do.â âthanks, tommy.â putting down the cup, you reach up to button whatever parts of his shirt he didnât have time to.
âarenât you doing a casting? for the new script they sent?â you wonder aloud and smooth down the cotton material. âme and harry. should be interesting,â he remarks, you giving him a quick kiss back on his chin. they tend to have their artistic differences. âgood luck with that. you do drop off, iâll do pick up?â you pat one of the lunchboxes around his arms.
âdeal.â tom goes in for a kiss on your lips, then a chorus of dad, we have to go led by jamie rings through the house. with a knowing smile, you push at his chest. âsee you later. love you.â âlove you, holland,â he bites back a grin of his own. his last name, now yours, suits you perfectly.
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A Kiss to Remember
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Pairing: Hyunjae x gn!Reader
Genre: Fluff, mutual pinning
Warnings: profanities like a lot, alcohol consumption, jokes of killing
Word count: 2.4k
Summary: After a kiss you spend a month of trying to figure out your own feeling you come to the conclusion that you like Hyunjae. You wonder how to deal with these feelings, especially when he doesn't feel that way about you, at least that's what you think.
a/n: Happy birthday Hyunjae Im a little late y'all don't mind that.
When you have been friends for so long is it better to just stay as such? Should I just bury these budding feelings before, it becomes something I canât handle? I look at my hand, the one that casually reached out to him and had been reached out to by him many times before. It was only recently that holding him like that made my heart tickle. After today there is no denying my feelings, I like Hyunjae.
âSo do I just cut them off orâŚ,â I bite my lip struggling with a decision. How would I even go about stopping these feelings?! âUgh, why does he suddenly have to be so appealing.â around a month ago after one of our nights out drinking, we somehow ended up making out. Sure we always lightly flirted with each other, but thatâs just how we are, nothing was ever taken seriously like there was a line we knew that shouldnât be crossed.
That night it was crossed, but Iâm the only one that has any recollection of it happening. Hyunjae remembers nothing of that night and Iâm left to deal with these complicated feelings. I didnât tell him cause, whatever, itâs not like we have feelings for each other anyways. Itâs just something that happened, I donât have to make a big deal of it. Thatâs what I thought at first, then I noticed how my eyes started to linger on him.
For this past month, Iâve been trying to gauge these feelings for him, to say I like him after one measly kiss is too much. Now I know for sure, but what do I do now? How he acts towards me now is no different from how heâs always treated me, so itâs not like he looks at me in that way.
âNo, this is not what I should be thinking about right now! I have to get ready, gotta go soon.â
Hyunjaeâs birthday party is tonight, I canât make today about me. Iâll just act like normal today, heâll never know the difference.
***
Walking into the designated lounge room for Hyunjaeâs party I was greeted by a few familiar faces and some unfamiliar. I was given a wave and nod by some of my friends before almost being knocked off my feet.
âY/N! Youâre finally here, Iâve been waiting for you!â Hyunjae throws himself into my arms giving me a tight squeeze. I freeze up and then remind myself that I should act naturally.
âAnd a hello to you too. Drunk already I see birthday boy,â I say tapping his back with one hand trying to not get too close. Jacob comes up offering a smile in greeting and I smile back.
âYou need to control yourself,â Jacob says then pulling Hyunjae off me falling into his arms, and I thank him with a nod. Hyunjae struggles in Jacobâs hold wanting to break free, then Jacob whispers something in Hyunjaeâs ears and he stops struggling, instead, slumping in his arms letting himself be dragged away back to his seat. Looking back to the rest of the table I see my best friend Sunwoo waving me over the free spot next to him. I take a seat and Sunwoo pulls me in giving me a side hug and I reciprocate, doing the same.
âSo you want to tell me what that was all about?â He leans in whispering to me.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âSeriously? I saw the way you blushed like a schoolgirl that was told they are cute by their crush when Hyunjae hugged you.â
âNo way!â In shock, I pull away from Sunwoo rubbing at my forehead. I pretend I donât see the eyes of everyone else go to me at my outburst, and get closer to Sunwoo, whispering again. âWas I that obvious?â
âSo youâre admitting that there was something going on there?â He gives a sly smirk and I realize Iâve been had.
âYouâre the worst.â
âYeah yeah, but why am I only hearing about this today?â
âBecause Iâve only acknowledged it myself today.â
âAcknowledged it? Just how long have I been out of the loop and does that mean that the two of you areâŚ?â He trailed off letting me fill in the blank.
âNothing. This is all just one-sided, he should have no idea.â
âYouâre fucking kidding me right?â
âWhat?â Sunwoo sighs at my words and wraps his arms around my shoulder again.
âIâm your bestie, right? Iâm also Hyunjaeâs friend, correct?â
âYes, and?â
âExactly. Now, look at Hyunjae. If anyone else was in my position with you, he would not be looking at us, like a sad frog, but glaring at the person in my place. You get it?â Hyunjae did have his stupid-looking frog face on display, but no, that probably cause he was reprimanded by Jacob.
âNo, Hyunjae doesnât see me like that.â
âSure maybe at the start of your friendship he didnât, but the way I see it is, there is a -2% chance that he doesnât see you that way.â
âAnd the way I see it is that I shouldnât even be thinking about this tonight. I just want to get through tonight without a problem, have some fun. I can figure out everything else later.â
"Okay, whatever. My friends are a bunch of oblivious morons." He mumbles the last part knowing damn well I can still hear him.
"Say that again mother fucker. I'll kill you.â I playfully shove Sunwoo and he pretends to be hurt.
âYo chill!â The both of us laugh out loud and then there is the slamming of shot glasses by the two of us. I turn to see it was Hyunjae, he looks at me with a pout but doesnât say anything.
âThere is a drinking rule. Every time someone joins the party we gotta take a shot,â Jacob explains in Hyunjaeâs place.
âOh, so thatâs why he is already smashed.â There was still a deal more empty seats left⌠is Hyunjae going to survive tonight? Everyone pours themselves a drink, the ones that got here were first looking a little sick while the rest of us were fine, we all down the drinks. The night continues with good vibes, till the last guest arrives with a plus one. Both are unfamiliar faces to me.
âSorry Iâm late, Hyunjae. Also thanks for letting me bring my sister, she really wanted to meet my friends.â The man and his sister wish Hyunjae a happy birthday and take the only seats left available which just so happened to be next to the birthday man himself. With the arrival of two new guests, everyone takes the mandatory shot. I could feel a little more than a buzz, but overall still fine.
The conversation was flowing as normal as everyone was having a good time. A few more drinks in when everyone was a little drunker, open, and comfortable things got a little more handsy. Whatever thatâs what people do when theyâre drunk, but I couldnât notice just how handsy that new girl was getting with Hyunjae.
âGood lord, Y/N. Are you trying to kill her with your eyes?â Snapping out of it, I look to sunwoo how was laughing his ass off.
âI might be,â getting mad at myself for the silly words, I rub roughly at my forehead. âSo stupid. I donât have any right to be mad. He isnât my boyfriend or anything.â The girl tries to casually grab for Hyunjaeâs hand and I quickly look up groaning, âThat should be me.â
âDamn, youâre down bad.â
âYouâre right!â I pour myself another drink, downing it as fast as I can. âI hope I get so shwasted that I forget everything!â
âI take no responsibility for whatever happens tonight, but hell yeah!â Sunwoo takes another shot. The night continues smoothly and everything is jovial except for every time I see her take an advance toward Hyunjae. The party started to slow down and eventually, everyone came to the decision that they could handle no more, so that party came to an end after a few good hours of drinking. After everyone except Hyunjae split the bill, one by one the people started leaving the lounge.
âJacob I require your assistance home!â Sunwoo shouts to his friend and neighbor. Jacob nods, ready to leave, getting drunk was never his favorite thing. Sunwoo gets up slinging his arm around Jacob for support, and the two boys say goodbye to their friends. âGet home safe loser and get some dick while youâre at it.â
âFuck off!â Sunwoo laughs as he walks away with Jacob. Only me, the brother-sister pair, and Hyunjae were left. I sure as hell wasnât about to leave while they were still here, I want to hang out more. The brother as if hearing my wish says itâs time they head home.
The two get up to leave and the girl looks visibly sad while I do a little dance in my head. I walk up to Hyunjae and he looks at me then stands up like he was waiting for me. When I hear them walk out the door I can feel a smile grow on my face. Finally, no more people.
âReady to go back home?â I ask him.
âYouâre going to walk me back? How romantic.â
âWe live one apartment building away from each other, stop being dramatic.â
âBut still Iâm ha-â my eye dart towards the sound of the lounge room door opening and see the familiar girl closing the door behind her. I cover Hyunjaeâs mouth with my hand while I use my other one, taking the back of his neck and pulling him closer to me. Our lips only separated by my hand. Surely it looked like we were kissing right now, Hyunjaeâs body should cover up the fact that we arenât. Just let your mind fill in the blanks girl.
A few seconds after I can hear the sound of the door opening and closing again and a high-pitched, âIâm sorry.â from the girl. Iâm sorry too⌠actually no Iâm not. I pull away from Hyunjae and he looks stunned.
âDid we just kiss?â
âNo, we didnât. You kiss my hand.â
âOh.â My eyes were certainly deceiving me cause it looked like he was a little disappointed by my answer.
âWell, let go.â He hums in response and we walk out of the establishment. Suddenly he wraps his arm around me. This isnât much of a surprise since he was a clingy drunk. The walk was quiet, which was unusual for Hyunjae, maybe he is tired
âWhere is my present?â
âYou realize that your present was the party bill, right? Do you know just how much you drank compared to everyone else? That shit wasnât cheap.â
âHehe, yeah thatâs why I drank so much. You know as a broke college student free drinks taste a lot better than anything you pay for!â
âAs a broke college student, you would know after that I wouldnât be able to afford a normal present, so donât complain.â
âWho said you had to buy the present? Even something small, as long as itâs from you.â
âWhy are you like this?â This is really the man Iâve come to like. âFine, I will do any one thing for you.â He is quiet for a while.
âTwo.â
âOne.â
âTwo!â
âOkay, fine two!â he is silent again.
âReally anything?â
âAnything within reason. If you have a body hidden in your closet right now, I would go help you bury it.â
âThen⌠can I be your boyfriend for a day. If not then just for the rest of the day or just an hour...â Iâm so dumbfounded by his words that I stop walking.
âDo you even know what youâre saying?â He pulls away from me.
âIs that a no then?â
âI⌠Hyunjae, do you⌠like me?â He nods. âAs a friend?â
âYes, but more than that. I want to hold you all the time, kiss, and more.â He brings his hand up to his face trying to hide his embarrassment. It did nothing to hide how red his ears became.
âI like you too.â Hyunjae perked up at my words. Now I was feeling embarrassed.
âReally?â
âYeah. Iâll accept your request.â He hugs me again as he did back at the party.
âThen my other request, can we go back to my place?â
âAre we going to do the âand moreâ stuff you were talking about?â He thinks for a moment and then goes red in the face.
âNo! Itâs too soon and Iâm way too shit-faced right now anyway. I just want to hold you.â
âGood answer.â
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In the apartment I was oh so familiar with, I lay in Hyunjaeâs bed with his arms wrapped around me. My heart was pounding at first but I soon calmed, getting used to the new situation. The lights were off and we were ready to sleep. It was peaceful, but I had this one lingering question and worry in my head.
âHyunjae?â
âHmm?â
âWill you remember this in the morning?â
âOf course why would I forget?â
âBecause you forgot that we kissed already.â Shocked by my words he shot up in his spot.
âWe what?!â
âIt was like a month ago. Itâs whatever since you donât remember.â
â...Iâm sorry⌠was I good?â
âShut up.â I pinch his side and he yelps.
âOkay jeez, Iâm just joking. But is that when you started to like me?â
âNot exactly, but it did all develop from then. Why?â
âIâve liked you for a long time and have been trying for almost a year to get you to notice me in that way. I didnât expect you to say you liked me back, so I wanted to know when it changed. Ah, Iâm glad I never gave up.â He laid back down, hugging me close again.
âAlright donât kill me now,â he loosens his grip on me in response.
âCan I kiss you again? I promise I wonât forget this time.â
âHmm, I think youâre fresh out of requests.â He pouts, which is just the look I wanted to see from him.
âIâm messing with you, but just a little bit. If you really remember when you wake up them Iâll let you kiss me more, as my real boyfriend.â
âIâm going to remember and then Iâm going to kiss you so much youâll get sick of my affection!â
âUh-huh, letâs just see if you can keep your word.â We both lean into each other and kiss, soft and passionate.
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left in the dark
pairing: jj x kate callahan x bau!fem!reader, aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader
wc: 1.6k
summary: you find out youâre pregnant with Hotchâs baby (in the most unexpected way) and you go to JJ and Kate about it since theyâre also pregnant, but their only advice is to tell Hotch about it.
tw: pregnancy, fluff, mentions of blood/injury, breeding kink??
a/n: at first this was super hard for me to write, mostly because this is different than what iâm used to, but i think it turned out okay! enjoy my lovelies!!
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âJJ! When were you gonna tell me?â
âI donât know, I just wanted to wait till things played out.â
You smiled. âWell, Iâm super happy for you regardless.â
âThank you.â JJ smiled, pulling you into a hug. âSo, how are things going with you and Hotch?â
You bit your lip. Hotch was the sweetest to you. He took you to romantic dates on off days and you always checked up on each via text messages and FaceTime when one of you were away.
Not to mention that your sex life was immaculate.
âThings are going pretty well, to be honest. Weâre actually going to rent out the AMC movie theater in Arlington this weekend and watch our favorite throwback movies.â
âOh, that sounds super romantic, Iâm actually super glad that you two finally decided to get together after he was pining for you for years.â
You snorted. âWe were both pining for each other. For a very very long time.â
âYeah, the team had their suspicions.â JJ agreed. âYou ready to head to the jet?â
You nodded and followed JJ out to the tarmac.
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You and Hotch had to go check out the crime scene, and it was a gruesome one. A family of 5 were bludgeoned in their home late at night, and the wife... well she had multiple knife cuts on her abdomen.
Out of nowhere, you felt sick to your stomach. This was unusual, especially for you since you got used to seeing many different types of crime scenes. You tried your hardest to breathe calmly but you felt yourself about to throw up.
â... he hurts them before finally killing them. Y/N? Are you okay?â
âYeah, I just probably ate something bad-â you couldnât even finish your sentence when you found yourself running outside and throwing up. You wiped your mouth and took deep breaths, trying to process what just happened.
âSweetheart?â Hotch whispered. You turned around and he held you by your arms. âWhatâs going on? This is very unlike you.â
âI- I donât know whatâs going on.â you replied. âThis never happens.â
He pulled you into a hug. âDo you want me to take you back to the field office?â He murmured into your hair.
âNo, you donât have to. Iâll be okay.â
You caught Hotch still staring you down with a concerned look on his face.
âDamn it Aaron. Donât worry about me. I donât want to be the reason we donât find this unsub in a timely manner.â
âOkay, youâre right. But can you please let me know if you donât feel well?â
âYes sir.â You smiled, pressing a kiss on his cheek and walking back to the crime scene.
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When you got back to the field office, Hotch had to talk to the field agent on the case in his office, and you had to go to the conference room to look over some case files.
Hunger then struck over you, so you headed to the vending machine you noticed earlier to find a snack to hold you over until lunch. The options that were there werenât appealing to you, so it looked like you werenât gonna be eating for about a few more hours. To your luck, Kate and JJ were in the conference room when you got back.
âGirls, I swear Iâm gonna die if I donât have anything in my system.â
âYou want some saltines? Itâs all I have.â JJ asked.
âOh yes, please.â You nodded. JJ handed you a fresh pack.
You were so indulged in them that you almost finished the pack. JJ and Kate caught on
extremely fast.
âAre you pregnant too?â Spencer asked, walking in.
âWhat? What makes you think Iâm pregnant?â
Kate sat next to you. âWell, for starters, youâre eating saltines.â
âBecause I didnât want anything at the vending machine.â
âThereâs a pattern here. Kate ate saltines, I caught JJ eating saltines, and now youâre eating them.â
You sighed, putting the rest of the pack down. âLook, pretty boy, I think I would know if I were pregnant.â
âIf you say so,â Reid answered with a smile on his face.
The rest of the team came in, and all thoughts of you being pregnant dissipated.
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Over the next few days, you had some of the same symptoms and you started to wonder if you were actually pregnant. You wanted to buy a test but it would be hard to do so when your job came first.
Soon enough, the case was closed and you were heading back home. Everyone on the jet was asleep except you and Hotch.
âHey,â he said softly. âHow you feeling?â
âLike eating a 5 course meal and throwing it back up.â you moaned, curling up closer to him for comfort.
âIâll take you home and cook you a nice meal, okay?â
You nodded, mumbling âI love youâ and he kissed your lips in response.
Finally getting home, Hotch did as he promised and you spent the night cuddling and comforting each other.
The next morning you felt yourself throwing up again so you decided it was time to get a pregnancy test. Hotch had already left to go back to Quantico to do some paperwork but the rest of the team was off. You dragged yourself to a nearby store to get a test and took it immediately.
Two lines.
How would Hotch react?
He always talked about having kids, in fact he almost got turned on at the thought of you with a baby bump. But the only thing was that he wanted things to be planned out.
You figured he was pretty busy at the moment so you called JJ and Kate and asked to come over to one of their homes. Ultimately, JJ invited you and Kate over.
âHey, whatâs wrong?â Kate asked when you arrived.
âIâm pregnant.â You whispered. Both of the women hugged you and congratulated you. They then sat you down at JJâs dining room table.
âDoes Hotch know?â
You bit your lip. âThatâs the thing. He doesnât really know yet. I donât really know what to do.â
âWell I think the best thing to do is tell him. Thereâs no way that he would get mad. He loves you too much.â JJ suggested.
You nodded in agreement.
âAlso, heâs gonna find out soon enough, so it would be better to just let him know so he expects it,â Kate added.
âYou ladies are so right. Iâll let you know how things go!â
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When you got back home, Hotch was at the couch watching a show, but it looked more like he was about to fall asleep.
âHi baby,â you murmured against his skin after ridding yourself of your outerwear and shoes.
âY/N...â he whispered. He sat up and held you by your waist. âI missed you when I came in.â
âYeah, I just went over JJâs for a bit.â
Hotch nodded. There was a bit of silence between you two.
âYou look like thereâs something bothering you.â he then said.
You shut your eyes, trying to think of the right way to tell him. âAaron, Iâm pregnant.â you said so very quietly.
His eyes widened in excitement. âY/N! Oh my gosh, Iâm ecstatic! This is amazing!â
You smiled and laughed in joy with him as one of his hands sneaked under your shirt and rubbed your belly. He was now sitting upright with you on his lap.
âGod, I donât think you know how long Iâve thought about this.â Hotch hummed, kissing your bare skin. âAll those times filling you up with my seed in the bedroom paid off big time. I canât wait to see your belly grow and grow.â
You leaned down and kissed his lips. âMmm, I canât wait either.â
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It was just a matter of time before the rest of the team found out. You did not hear the end of it from Spencer when he figured that he was right the whole time.
Hotch, on the other hand, didnât waste any time serenading and whispering sweet nothings about how you looked so beautiful with your ever growing baby bump to you every day after work, even sometimes during work too. Heâd always say that he was just super excited that you were pregnant with his baby every time you asked.
Your pregnancy was so special to the team that Kate and JJ threw a surprise baby shower, in which everyone found out you and Hotch were having a little girl.
In a few short months, your due date was inching closer and closer, and Hotch was there by your side through everything, from when your water broke in the briefing room to when you were being rushed to a hospital room to have the baby delivered.
And finally.
You welcomed a baby girl into the world.
âSheâs so beautiful. Just like you.â Hotch smiled and kissed your lips after you were able to hold your baby again.
You nodded in agreement, tears escaping your eyes. You thought about what your life was going to be like now, since you had a precious little one to take care of.
During your maternity leave, each member of the team came to visit you at home, some bearing small gifts for your baby.
âHey,â Hotch came up to you one night after putting your baby to bed. He tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed the skin behind it. âCan I tell you something?â
âMhmm, anything.â
âIâm really glad that we have a baby to take care of. Iâve wanted this for such a long time, and having it with you just makes it even better.â
You smiled in response. âYeah?â
âOh yeah. I love you so much, Y/F/N Y/L/N.â
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chosen last: part three
The people asked and so they shall receive
https://chiliiscereal.tumblr.com/post/650808822043115520/chosen-last
https://chiliiscereal.tumblr.com/post/651201066386554880/chosen-last-part-two
Summary: a boy takes notice of reader for the first time and Donnie is worried that heâs bad news. Little do both of them know, heâs right
Warning: mentions of attempted rape
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You felt so much better about yourself when your birthday was over. It was honestly one of the best youâd ever had. Better than the ones your friends planned anyway. You still went, but it was nothing like the party that the turtles threw. You didnât think it could get any better.
Until, that is, something happened that almost made you change your mind.
You friend put a picture of you and her, together, up on Snapchat.
And... for the first time in your life... a guy took notice of you.
It wasnât much. It was just âwhoâs that? Low key cute. Whats their snap?â
That happened to your friends.
Never to you.
Even more surprising, your friend gave him your snap.
Eric.
Eric was his name.
And he also went to your school!
You were incredibly nervous about this. Every single time a boy took interest in you it never seemed to be what your thought it was.
Last time a boy took interest in you it was ACTUALLY so they could get with your friend. That, my friends, was two years ago. Your friends blasted through boys like there was no tomorrow. But you? Youâd never had someone interested in you like that.
Until now.
You talked to him and... honestly... you felt like there was something there.
He asked a lot about you and just seemed like the one, you know? You both shared the same interest in shows! You both enjoyed the same music!
Whenever he responded to you, you just couldnât help but feel elated.
You would fall back on your bed and stare at the ceiling, feeling like this was a scene from a movie.
He didnât wait for twenty minutes to respond to you.
He acknowledged every single thing you said.
And when he met up with you after school...
Wow.
Just wow.
He was incredibly handsome and polite.
He even held doors open for you!
You found yourself meeting up with him again and again.
It made you feel so... important.
Unfortunately, the turtles didnât feel the same way.
ââââ
âWho ya talkinâ to?â Leo leaned closer to look over your shoulder from his spot beside you on the couch.
It was movie night with the boys and April.
You brought you phone to your chest to obscure his view. âHey hey hey back off!â You playfully shoved him away. âJust a friend.â
Mikey gave you a shit eating grin when he noticed the smile slipping onto your face. âJust a friend huh?â He pulled himself off the floor and reached for your phone. âLet me see let me see!â
You held it away from him to. âWoah this is my phone! Get away!â
A metal claw snatched it from your hand, retracting back to Donnie.
âAnd is this âfriendâ a boy or a girl?â He opened your phone. âUgh, whatâs your password?â
You leapt off the couch and tried to grab your device back. âDoes it matter?â
Donnie tapped away at the buttons, using his metal claws from his battle shell to keep you away. âNo, it doesnât matter unless itâs a BOY.â You phone buzzed slightly as it opened to your home screen. âAha, I am in!â
Mikey and Leo both crawled over to their soft shelled brother to observe from behind him.
âDonnie, give it back.â You ordered, looking to April for help. She just shrugged and continued watching with a smirk. âGuys, come on! Itâs not a big deal!â
Raph pulled himself off the floor and placed his hands on his hips. âAlright, jokes over; give the phone back.â
Donnie groaned. âCome on! Iâm so close to figuring out who y/nâs talking to!â
Raph gave him a stern look. âNow. Itâs private and obviously Y/n doesnât want you looking through it.â
Donnie, Mikey, and Leo all gave him giant puppy eyes.
Raph simply held out his hand.
Donnie sighed. âFine. Here.â
You sighed as well but in relief.
Raph took it from him, glancing down at your phone. To your dismay, it was open up to messages. âEric Sherrin?â He asked in confusion.
âAHA!â Donnie shouted in triumph. âA name is all I need!â He began typing in the device on his wrist.
âRaph!â You accused angrily.
Ugh what were you gonna do now??
Youâd never hear the end of this.
âHey! Raphâs on your side! I didnât know he could find out with just a name!â He held up his hands in defense.
âEric?â April asked as she swiped through her phone. âDoes he go to our school?â
You glared at Donnie before you decided whether or not to share that.
He shrugged. âHey, I already have his social media up and every piece of information I could find. Whether or not you say will change nothing.â
âFine.â You growled. âYes, he goes to our school. Heâs a mutual friend with my other friends.â
April raised a brow. âAnd thatâs supposed to make me feel better.â
You shrugged. âMaybe.â
âWell it doesnât.â
April was dead set on despising your friends. You knew she had good reason but you didnât need it brought up now.
Leo took the computer that Donnie had sent all the information to, scrolling through Ericâs social media. âWow, there are a lot of pictures of him holding fish.â He snorted. âDoes he think thatâs gonna impress people or something?â
âIâve never understood the appeal.â Donnie shook his head. âSo what? You killed an animal good for you.â
âI think itâs about killing a BIG animal.â Leo squinted at the screen. âThereâs also lots of pictures of him with other girls.â
âGuys can you just stop?â You placed your hands on your hips. âItâs sweet that youâre trying to make sure heâs not some idiot but youâre invading his privacy-!â
âWoah, look what I found in his records from the school.â Donnie waved his brothers closer.
Even Raph and April did so.
âHe harassed at girl at school?â Mikey repeated as he read the screen. âReally?â
âYeah no this guyâs bad news.â Donnie shook his head in disappointment. âY/n, give me your phone. Iâll block him for you.â He even reached his hand out expectantly.
You held your phone closer. âNo, thatâs just a rumor that spread at school.â
The boys stopped what they were doing.
âYou knew?â Leo narrowed his eyes. âAnd youâre still interested?â
âHe told me that the teachers didnât believe him.â You responded as you crossed your arms. âSome girl made it up cause she didnât like him.â
âYou canât take that risk.â Raph crossed his arms.
âRaph, I thought you were in my side!â You protested.
âThat was before Raph found out that the guy harassed someone.â He defended. âCome on, you know this canât end good.â
Your stomach burned with anger.
Anger that they felt they could order you around like that.
That they wouldnât even let you figure it out yourself.
That this might end just like every other romantic interest would.
âWhy wonât you just let me handle this myself?â You stuffed your hands in your pockets and flopped back down in the couch.
Mikey crawled into the spot next to you, wrapping his arms around you. âYouâre one of our best friends! We donât want anything to happen to you!â He gave you wide innocent eyes as if that would erase your anger.
Well... it did.
Curse him and his adorable eyes.
You rolled your eyes and hugged him back. âI know. I just want to figure this out myself.â You gave Donnie a hard glare as your rested your chin on Mikeyâs shoulder.
âFine.â He closed all the tabs on his computer grudgingly. âBut I know this is just gonna end in heartbreak.â
âWhat a vote of confidence.â Leo snorted and plopped down in the spot next to you.
He smirked when you ignored him, still hugging Mikey.
âHey, come on, you know you canât stay mad at this face.â He leaned against you dramatically. âIâm the face man! You canât resist me!â He pulled you away from Mikey and draped his arm over your shoulder. âYou know you love me.â
You turned your head away from him, more playful now than spiteful.
âCome onnnnn...â he smirked. âYou love meeee...â
You shoved him off the couch with a laugh. âIâm still thinking that over.â
Raph quickly took Leoâs seat as his younger brother rubbed the spot heâd landed on.
âNo hard feelings?â Raph rested his arm on the couch behind you as he started the movie back up.
âFine. No hard feelings.â
Leo moved so he was sitting on the floor and leaning against your legs.
You couldnât stay mad at them. Well, except Donnie. You could very well stay mad at Donnie.
And it seemed that Donnie could stay mad at you as well. He left the room with all his tech, grumbling something under his breath.
âI already know how this is gonna end.â He grumbled.
âLove you to, Donnie.â You muttered, sinking into the couch.
Whatever.
Heâd get over it soon enough.
ââââ
Donnie didnât get over it.
Whenever you came over to hang out he brought it up again casually. Well, as casually as Donnie could be, which wasnât very casual at all.
âUgh, this game sucks!â Mikey shouted at the tv once.
âNot as much as Eric Whatâs-his-faceâs record.â Heâd commented, giving you a glance out of the corner of his eye.
Or even:
âUgh you canât trust those pop up ads.â Raph told Leo when his phone had downloaded a virus after he clicked an ad.
âJust like how you canât trust Eric.â Heâd ran into the room to spit that out.
If Raph ever asked how things were going with Eric, Donnie either magically appeared next to him with a hopeful look or disappear with a groan.
You and Eric werenât even together.
But... you hoped you would be soon.
He invited you to a party that Friday! And heâd specified that heâs invited you as his date.
Your friends were excited, surprisingly. They wanted to help you find an outfit and everything.
Finally, you felt like things were going right.
Why couldnât Donnie just be happy for you?
ââ-
âWhy wonât you come?â You begged April as she flopped down onto your bed.
âYouâve got Eric and all of your other friends.â She waved you off. âBesides, you know I hate parties.â She sat up slightly. âAnd Eric gives me the heebie jeebies.â
You rolled your eyes and held out a dress. âYeah, yeah. Fine, I wonât make you.â
April touched the fabric of the dress with a frown. âIs this what your friends picked out for you? I thought you didnât like dresses?â
You shrugged. âThey said Eric would like it and that it looked good on me.â
April fully sat up now. âBut youâre gonna be so uncomfortable in that!â
âI mean, itâs supposed to be pretty, not comfy, right?â You shrugged, slipping it on over your head. âDoes it look good?â You gave her a small twirl.
âOf course itâs pretty... but its a little... much.â She shook her head. âDoes Eric really deserve to see you in that?â
The last bit was playful but still...
âI think so.â You say down beside her. âIâm just so incredibly nervous and I donât know if this is a bad idea.â
You felt exposed.
But, you also trusted that the people at the party could be trusted with that.
April draped her arm over your shoulder. âWell you look stunning.â
You smiled back at her. âThanks.â
âAlright, girl, your partyâs in twenty minutes. Ready to head out?â She jabbed her thumb in the direction of the door.
You stood up and smoothed out the dress. âReady.â
âââ
You stood in front of the house nervously. You could hear the music and see the lights and people dancing. You just didnât know if you actually were ready.
âYou look hot, y/n.â Your friend told you, glancing at one of your other friends. âHeâs gonna love it.â
You didnât really love it, but if he liked it then so would you.
âHope so.â You muttered, checking your phone.
Donnie sent you a simple text:
Donât trust Eric and keep pepper spray on hand.
Wow, such confidence.
You ignored it and stuffed your phone in the dress pocket. You didnât need that. You needed all the confidence you could muster.
âWow.â A voice said from behind you, causing you to jump.
There was Eric, dressed nicely and with a charming smile on his face.
âYou look hot.â He grinned.
Your stomach fluttered. âOh, thank... thank you!â! You smoothed it out nervously.
You didnât know if your stomach felt this way out of nerves or out of feelings for him. You really couldnât tell.
He placed his hand over your hip and pulled you to his side. âWell Letâs head on in! Canât wait to show you off.â
Your stomach jumped. âWell, I just wanted to wait a little,â he opened the door and dragged you in, âoh okay!â
Your friends and Eric were at your side the whole time.
You still felt as if you were on display while you and your group were dancing.
You still felt like the dress was too short when you and Eric sat down on the couch.
You felt like he was staring at you when you noticed the couples in the room kissing and making out.
âYou wanna head upstairs?â He asked as he took your hand.
Your heart jumped. âNo, no Iâm good. Really.â
âCome on.â He nodded his head in the direction of the stairs. âItâll be fun!â
You shook your head. âNo I donât want to go upstairs.â
He looked disappointed but you stayed confident with your choice. You didnât want that and you werenât ready.
He recovered quickly and dropped your hand. âAlright! Iâm just gonna go talk to a friend real quick, Iâll be back.â
You sighed in relief when you realized he wouldnât push it on you.
He got up and you pulled out your phone, trying to decide if you wanted to text Donnie back.
You settled on typing:
Yeah yeah whatever.
You saw he read it but he didnât respond.
What was with him?
Why couldnât he just be happy?
You glanced up, noticing Eric talking to one of your friends. You noticed him glance back at you and then back at your friend. She handed him something and he left to go to the kitchen.
You went back to your phone, waiting to see if Donnie would respond.
You just wanted your friend back.
Why couldnât he just... ugh no you had to stop asking that. He was being too judgemental and untrusting.
There was nothing untrustworthy about Eric.
He was just being crazy...
You glanced up again, noticing Eric at the drink table. Whatever it was your friend had given him, he was slipping it in his drink.
You looked closer.
It was some sort of... powder?
When he turned back around you immediately acted like you hadnât been watching.
He made his way to you and sat down, a drink in each hand. âI thought you looked a little thirsty, so I got you a soda!â
He handed you the red cup enthusiastically.
No, he couldnât be trying to spike your drink. He wouldnât do that.
But he was looking at you so expectantly.
âOh, thank you!â You swirled the soda suspiciously. âIâm pretty sure Iâm allergic to corn syrup so... sorry.â You set the drink back down.
Again, he looked disappointed. Maybe even a little mad.
âHey, Weâre gonna go upstairs and play a game!â Your friend shouted from across the room. âWanna join?â
âWhat game?â You asked, feeling incredibly nervous.
âTruth or dare!â She giggled. âYouâll love it!â
Eric jumped on that idea expectantly. âCome on lets go!â
âI donât really...â
He pulled you up before you could even finish.
You wanted to stay where people could see you!
But... you WERE gonna be with your friends...
âAlright, Fine.â You settled. âIâll go.â
âAwesome!â
You and your group headed up and down the hallway.
Your friend opened the door for you and let you in first. Eric followed closely behind you.
It was a bedroom. A very dark bedroom.
âHey, Weâre gonna head down to the bathroom and freshen up first.â One of your friends smirked. âYou two have fun!â
âWait, no-!â
They were already gone and the door was shut.
Eric had gotten you upstairs.
Alone.
ââââ-
Donnie sighed, trying hard to focus on his work. âWhy canât y/n just listen to me.â He groaned to himself. âIâm just trying to help! How does that make me the bad guy?â
He continued wiring his latest invention, frustrated at how he kept messing up.
âItâs not gonna end well.â He growled. âItâs gonna end in heartbreak and Iâm gonna have to pick up the pieces.â
âIf y/n even trusts you with that.â Leo added from behind him, causing him to jump.
âNardo, how long have you been standing there?â He glowered at him. âIâm busy.â
Leo held up his hands in surrender. âA while. Anyway, youâre just pushing y/n away.â
âBut y/n isnât listening to me!â He protested, dropping his tool. âIâm right!â
âMaybe, but youâre also being a jerk.â He shrugged. âMaybe sheâll get her heart broken but you could at least be there for support.â
âOh no no no Iâm not supporting that relationship.â He shook his head vigorously and picked up his screwdriver.
âNot the relationship, egghead.â Leo rolled his eyes. âOur friend?â
âOh.â Donnie tapped the table in thought. âYeah, I guess I shouldnât have left y/n on read...â
â...And maybe go apologize?â Leo prompted.
âNo sheâs at a party.â He glanced around his phone, checking your location again. âActually...â he leaned closer to stare at his screen, ây/nâs not at the party any more.â
âPerfect!â Leo clasped his hands together. âGo apologize!â
âIt canât wait?â
âGo!â
âââ-
You sat on the rooftop, clutching your jacket to your body and watching the city.
How could you have been so stupid.
How could have let something like that happen.
It was incredibly cold on the rooftop but you didnât want to move. You didnât want to go home. You CERTAINLY didnât want to go to the lair either.
You just wanted to watch the city and pretend everything was okay again.
Why did you have to get your hopes up.
No one ever took interest in you like that unless they wanted something from you.
âScoff, there you are!â Said the last person you wanted to talk to. âI thought you were in the building and spent about an hour searching for you.â
âTracking device?â You asked, not even looking at him.
âYep.â Donnie confirmed. âNow, might I inquire why youâre out here?â He glanced at his watch. âAnd not at your party?â
You stayed quiet.
âSomething happen with Eric?â
You gave him nothing.
âI knew it!â He jumped up and cheered. âI was right! I was RIGHT! Ha!â
His every word made you feel colder and more embarrassed.
âI knew from the start! I knew he was untrustworthy!â He continued. âEat that!â
Finally, he calmed down enough to sit next to you.
âNow, tell me, what did he do?â He leaned close expectantly. âDid he cheat? Did he kiss a girl? Did he try to get with one of your friends? Did he-?â
âHe tried to rape me.â You spat out, bringing your knees to your chest.
Well Iâm out of room XD
Part four up soon!
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â pu$$y fairy â a jeongguk scenario
member: jeon jungkook
word count: 3.2k
genre:Â smut + college!au + jeongguk and oc are in a weird fwbs without the friendship part just the benefits except jaykay lowkey has feelings + virginity au
warnings:Â virgin!oc / blowjob / we talk about dicks for a bit / oc is strange / jaykay is confused / cum swallowing / first times / not really edited / mingyu the meddling best fwend
soundtrack: on the way, jhene aiko + hold on (slowed and reverb), the internet
Jeongguk doesnât hate Mingyu. He truly doesnât. He is one of his closest friends after all; heâd held him up after Jeongguk had dumped half a keg down his throat and his legs had promptly collapsed. Â Heâd also been a successful wingman for when Jeongguk was aiming to add Seolhyun to the list of girls heâd bagged, sent pictures of his organic chemistry notes when Jeongguk had missed more than half of the classes in high school and didnât laugh at him when he was heart-broken over Sua and borderline depressed. He was a true friend; someone Jeongguk could rely on. It was a simple brother-like relationship that Jeongguk deeply treasured. So no, he could never hate Mingyu â but he could absolutely long to punch that insufferable asshole in the face.
He should have known this was going to go downhill exceptionally fast the moment you stumbled into his room, wide-eyed and nervous in your unsure steps. When his pants had hit the ground, the shock in your eyes was a dead giveaway to how messy this whole arrangement was going to be. The second clear sign was when you jumped out his window because the sight of his bare dick terrified you.
And this was all the result of Mingyu being a meddling shit who didnât know when to mind his business.
He remembers it with a clarity that makes his shoulders tense, how Mingyu had snuck you into the conversation while twisting a soju bottle in his hands.
âYo⌠JKâŚ. You mind if I ask you a question?â Heâd said. Jeongguk shrugged, focused on flipping the meat on the grill because he was starving and the prospect of cooked meat was a lot more appealing than feigning interest in a conversation. âAlrightâŚ," Mingyu took his silence as a cue to speak. âHave you ever fucked a virgin?â
He should have known then. He really should have known.
âI donât know. I donât ask any questions when Iâm hard,â Jeongguk had replied, unknowing of the dangerous path this conversation was guiding him down.
âYeah and most of the time you donât fuck on an actual bed. Iâm not even surprised you donât ask questions.â
âHey!â Jeongguk had swung the tongs around. âI ask important ones, like consent and making sure weâve got a condom around. But virginity? Not my concern.â
âSeems a bitâŚ. Whorish to me.â
âNot whorish. I just have my priorities elsewhere⌠Like cumming for example.â
Mingyu had sighed as he poured him a shot, the air leaving his lips heavy. âI shouldnât even be asking you to be honest. Youâre a decent guy but your kind of a dickhead when it comes to sex.â
âHow does not pondering on virginity make me dickhead? Again, as I said, priorities are elsewhere.â
âDude youâve never even tried to have meaningful sex at least once in your life. When was the last time you were actually emotionally invested in the person you were sleeping with? Hmm?â
The answer was Sua and he knew that but Mingyu was decent enough to keep her name out of his mouth, the judging look in his eyes saying enough.
âYou know⌠I donât do well with the whole emotional thing. I prefer it physical. Itâs less messy. But what does this even have to do with virginity?â Jeongguk hated to admit it but he was somewhat interested in where this conversation was going. If only he knew it was leading to a massive train wreck of the one thing, he steered clear from â emotions.
Mingyu had just sighed again, tipping the soju bottle into his shot glass once more. âThereâs a girl who Iâd like you to meet.â
Heâd scoffed, mouth stuffed with a perilla leaf wrap. âYou know I donât do blind dates.â
âItâs not a blind date,â Mingyu had retorted, the glance he threw at his friendâs direction precarious. âShe wants you to take her virginity.â
Jeongguk had choked. Of course, he had. Even if sex didnât mean much to him, taking someoneâs first time like that felt very transactional. And Jeongguk wasnât that big of a dickhead. But then Mingyu had opened his mouth, spewing various details about your life to him that he would rather have not heard over a KBBQ lunch. You were a friend from one of his business lectures, rather eccentric but sweet and funny. You were also a virgin and terrified of approaching men on your own, one of the reasons Mingyu had sprung up this arrangement. Jeongguk wasnât one to fall into things like this but it was too late. Mingyu was a marketing major for a reason, he knew how to spin words in his favour, convince people into agreeing to things that they normally would not. And thatâs how Jeongguk found himself staring at your retreating figure after youâd thrown your body right out his window, landing hard on the lawn of the house he rented with Namjoon and Seokjin. The crazy thing was that youâd gotten up immediately, not showing any sign of a broken bone or injuries, before promptly sprinting down the road to the bus stop. He should have known then. He really should have known. And yet, here he is, pants discarded on the floor of his room and his dick aching from being unrelieved for longer than itâs ever been, while you crouch over him, squinting at his penis like itâs a foreign object that could kill you.
âCould you please stop staring at my penis like that.â He says it out of frustration, but also the way youâre examining his length makes him feel self-conscious in a way he hasnât felt like in a long time.
âSorry,â you murmur, not breaking eye contact with his dick. âIâm just⌠fascinated. Itâs ratherâŚ.â The sentence tapers out and you swallow hard as if it pains you to admit it, â...Ugly.â
Jeongguk decides then and there he hates you.
âI mean... Itâs not that itâs ugly!â you swiftly attempt to amend, catching the glare he directs at you. âItâs also big!â
âI know. And you just said it was ugly,â Jeongguk retorts, weighing the options in his head. Either get a poor blowjob from a girl heâs terrified of (but also bizarrely attracted too) or kick you out of his room and finish himself off. The situation sucks either way but itâs better than the last time when youâd leapt out of the window like a gazelle.
âI misspoke,â you say, gently falling onto your knees. You flash him a shy smile, a soft delicate little thing that makes your eyes glitter and Jeongguk instantly picks the first option. âItâs just different to what I expected it to look like.â
He scoffs, swallowing hard on the sudden lump in his throat. âThereâs no way you havenât seen a dick before. You donât watch porn?â
The grimace you make is enough of an answer. âI have⌠Not all the time though, itâs too much for me sometimes. Also, itâs weird seeing it in real life and not, like, through a screen.â
âNoted. But still, itâs not that ugly,â Jeongguk murmurs, trying not to compare his penis to the visuals he has in his head. His pride is wounded from that comment he wonât deny it.
âIt kinda is,â you reply. Jeongguk flicks your forehead in retaliation. âOw! Whyâd you do that.â Thereâs that stupid pout in your lips as you glower at him. He despises how his dick twitches at the sudden thought of your pretty mouth wrapped around his length. Despises it even more when you gasp at the slight motion trembling through him. âIt moves?!â
âYeah,â Jeongguk sighs, wondering how on Earth youâre over the age of twenty and still like this. âIt does. Also, donât insult my dick. Itâs rude.â
âSorry again,â you pause as if youâre considering whether what you might utter next is offensive. You open your mouth anyway, unable to comprehend the fact that your words are slowly chipping away at his ego. âItâs kinda scary that it moves.â
âOh my god, you are the literal worst.â Jeongguk thinks his boner might evaporate. Itâs a miracle itâs lasted this long. Youâd sauntered into his room around half an hour again and heâd been hard from the get-go. Truly amazing his balls hadnât shrivelled up yet. âYou know youâre about to blow me off right?â
âI know⌠Iâm stupid,â you counter, eyebrows furrowing together like youâre attempting to figure out exactly how Jeonggukâs dick works. Itâd be very simple if you just asked him. Itâs essentially an up and down motion, some swirls, a lot of wetness. Nothing too difficult. But when you glance up at him, the innocent glaze over your eyes almost hopeless, he can tell it feels the same as defusing a bomb. âI just⌠Donât know what to do. Show me?â
And there it is - the foolish little thing that landed Jeongguk here half-naked on the edge of his bed in the first place. Even though you were mildly repulsed by the male autonomy you were still so eager to learn. Something Jeongguk didnât know he would be into until you posed that question and his balls tightened in a way they have never done before.
âOkay,â he mumbles, hoping you donât suspect the twitch that runs through his length when you say that. Not like you would, to be fair.
But then you sweep your hair back, lean in fast, no preparation or anything before your breath is brushing against his crotch and Jeongguk nearly screams.
âWoah, woah, woah! I thought you just asked me to show you? What are you doing?â Maybe he scuttles further down the bed, terrified of the rush of heat you send straight to his gut. Â
Your eyes flicker upward, bright and ingenuous. âAm I doing it wrong?â
âYouâre not -,â Jeongguk sighs breath weighing through the air. âYouâre not doing it wrong. I just think... We should go slow right? Itâs your first time? Maybe donât rush into it?â
âI watched a YouTube video and they said to do it like that,â you reply. Jeongguk canât help but blink at you, brain reeling from attempting to understand your being.
âYou watched a - never mind. Youâre giving me a headache. And I thought you knew nothing. Porn would have been a better research alternative but to each their own.â
âI did it for preparation! I didn't know itâd be this nerve-wracking in real life. And, I told you, real dicks are gross. She used a dildo.â
âHow is a dildo any different to a real dick?â Jeongguk fingers dig into the mattress a little harder when you lean it once more, gingerly resting your head against his knee.
âItâs just different. Less grotesque. And they come in various colours.â
He might just actually scream. âItâs literally made to replicate a penis.â
You sigh, your breath skipping against his skin. The room is suddenly tight, closing in on him and youâre not even really touching him. And then you catch your lip between your teeth, pressing down with a quick thoughtful bite. âI think youâre deflecting right now.â
âIâm not,â he splutters. âWhy would I even be deflecting right now?â
âI mean, weâre having a conversation about dildos when your dick is hard and Iâm meant to be blowing you. Sounds like deflection doesnât it?â He hates the way your eyes glitter, bright and captivating as your gaze locks into his.
âLike I said,â Jeongguk retorts, âWe should take it slow.â
âOkay then. Iâm done talking about dildos unless you have anything else to add?â
âI donât,â he murmurs, âOkay then, onto giving a blowjob.â
âOnto giving a blowjob,â you reiterate. And then, like a psychopath, you smile. âWhere should I start?â
He hates that body is on edge right now, hands trembling even though he hides them by squeezing his bed-sheets tight. âTry giving it a lick first? You can put your hand around the base too - if you want to.â
âHere?â His knees nearly buckle when you wrap your warm palm around his length, grip firm around the base of his cock. But thatâs nothing to the gentle lap of your tongue against the side of his cock, a quick little thing and nearly launches him off the bed.
âOh - uh - yeah, there.â His voice sounds far off and without warning your mouth is against him once more, tongue a sinful little thing that slips along his length, wet and warm and so sneaky heâs unsure of what to respond with apart from an instinctual buck of his hips. Itâs easy like this, your tongue pressed against his cock and your hands slowly dragging upwards, placing a perfect pressure along his length that leaves him sighing into the air of his bedroom. Your movements grow more direct, reading the increasing desperation in Jeonggukâs body as he moves closer and closer to you, waiting until you feel sure enough. And then, finally, your mouth sinks onto him.
He nearly whimpers. Nearly. Thereâs a heat pooling in his gut and ebbs through every muscle and nerve, the coil of his desire springing tighter with each inch that slips down your throat. You take him so well, Jeongguk canât help but watch in awe, the wideness in your eyes making him harder than heâs ever been in his life. Even with your inexperience, the way you swallow his cock is obscene. Itâs an imagery Jeongguk engraves in his memory, purposefully stored because he knows heâll think about it whenever his desires override his logical thoughts again. You lap him up like you want this, a soft moan echoing from your throat and along his length as you move deeper, mouth plaint to his dick. He forces himself to sit still, give you the time to adjust, lick and taste to your leisure, forcing the impending wave of heat back down into his gut. He holds it there even when you move away, the sound of your wet mouth popping off his dick permeating the air.
And of course, you lick your lips afterwards, a swift swipe of your pink tongue against them, your eyes trained on his.
âLike that?â you ask.
Jeonggukâs going to die. He is. And youâll be the reason why listed on his death certificate.
âYeah,â he murmurs, chest tight with want. âLike that.â
You lean back in without question, mouth taking his length like you were made for it and your hand works against the parts of him you canât reach just yet. His mind wanders as his eyes take in this sight of you, on your knees and mouth open wide just for him. Someday heâd like to see if you could truly take his length, all of it. Down your throat. Hard and fast like his hips wanted to go. But this is more than perfect. How you concentrate on blowing him like you want to see him spill himself down your throat. Itâs almost adorable, the earnestness in your gaze every time your eyes flicker upwards as your mouth moves along his cock. He likes this more than heâs willing to admit, the slowness in your pace, how your tongue is shy sometimes when it laves against his tip. Itâs a change from what he usually gets - and a welcome one too. A tiny part of him feels like it would be fitting to hold your hand. Youâre so pretty too, especially when your lips are on him. Heâd like to take care of you, see what your face looked like when his tongue was deep inside of you, know what your taste like as you moan out his name. He doesnât even register the words as they leave his mouth, head lost in the images colouring his thoughts.
âTaking me so well, baby,â he canât help the grunt, the pet name natural to him, âSo pretty with my cock in your mouth.â
And you hum like you like it - like you like pleasing him, sinking further down until his tip bumps against the back of your throat. The zip down his spine nearly sends him spiralling.
âBaby,â he feels it then, when your eyes shift to meet his, the snap in his gut. âF-fuck, Iâm gonna cum. You need to stop right now if you donât want to down your throat.â
But you donât, moving faster like the twitch of his dick in your mouth spurs him on, your lips firm as they wrap around him. He doesnât hold in his moves this time, hips gently moving up to meet your mouth, the tremor running through his bulky thighs nothing but a warning before it hits him hard. A wave of heat, melting through his muscles as his eyes flutter shut, your tongue lapping him right up, no protest as he unravels down your throat. Itâs over in an instant but Jeongguk feels like mush, head floating and his bones soft with how hard his back hits the mattress. You pull off his length a second later, letting him feel you swallow all of him first.
âHoly shit.â His mouth is still disconnected from his brain.
Thereâs a beat of silence, so awkward that Jeongguk shuffles himself back onto his elbows even though his bones feel like giving way. And then your laugh tinkles through the air, a soft gentle thing that makes his heart seize in his chest.
âThat⌠wasnât so bad,â you say, staring at him with an ease that spikes an urge to press his lips against yours in his heart.
âOh,â he replies, like an idiot. âYou liked it?â
âWell, it didnât suck⌠pun intended. Your moans are really loud.â
Jeongguk blushes - he blushes - even after the stupid joke you made.
âUm, yeah. I do, I guess. Sorry, I kind of forgot to show you what to do. But youâre a bit of a natural, to be honest.â He abhors the diffidence in his voice.
âI guessed that,â you retort, the smile on your face hypnotic, âFrom your really loud moaning.â
âCan you - fuck how do you ruin any intimate moment when it happens?â
âGuess Iâm a natural at that too,â you say it with a laugh, and Jeongguk canât help the smile that tugs against his lips.
âUm,â he tries, fully aware of the front view seat you were getting of his soft dick. He sits up to try and shield it, feeling awfully exposed. âIf youâd like⌠I could return the favour?â
âNo, Iâm good.â Thereâs zero hesitation in your voice and youâre up before Jeongguk can think of a decent excuse to keep you in his room. âMaybe another time? Iâll text you. Bye Jeongguk.â
Itâs then he regrets not encouraging you to undress earlier, his assumption that this would be the worst blowjob of his life incredibly incorrect. Perhaps if your clothes were scattered around his bedroom he could have found a way to convince you into his sheets while you searched for them. But youâre fully dressed, already bounding out of his door like his dick wasnât down your throat moments ago. He watches you go with forlornness, mouth dry with words heâs incapable of expressing at this very instance and his heart oddly warm at the sight of your skipping away with a carefreeness he admires. He still hates that youâre leaving, perhaps the only positive of this situation is that youâre using his bedroom door instead of his window.
âBye,â Jeongguk mumbles into the vacant air. You donât even catch it, shooting him a quick grin before youâre bounding down the stairs as if this doesnât even matter to you. A stumble on a stepping stone to something greater. He plucks up his phone, pants still lost somewhere on the floor. Blocking Mingyu for twenty-four hours should be enough of a punishment, right?
mingyu the man [10:21pm]
bro..
you alive?
jaykay [10:26pm]
i focking hate u
u know that right?
mingyu the man [10:31pm]
you dont my g
how was it?
did she jump out the window this time?
jaykay [10:34pm]
worse
mingyu the man [10:37pm]
bro wtf wot she do??
jaykay [10:40pm]
she actually gave me head
mingyu the man [10:45pm]
????
how is that worse dude youâre just as weird as her
jaykay [10:46pm]
ITS WORSE CAUSE I LIKED IT
mingyu the man [10:51pm]
damn....
you like crazy coochie donât you
jaykay [10:52pm]
WHAT R U EVEN
MAN FUCK
I HATE U
mingyu the man [10:53pm]
lmao u donât i brought her into your life u lurve me
im best man for the wedding
not jaehyun
u got dat right
jaykay [10:56pm]
i hope you fall into a ditch and die
mingyu the man [10:58pm]
okay big man
you gon see her again tho?
jaykay [10:59pm]
....maybe
idk man im fucked up right now
like???
SHE JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW??
mingyu the man [11:01pm]
and u still invited her over to suck your dick again
crazy coochie got u bad bruh
jaykay [11:06pm]
FUCK U
mingyu the man [11:11pm]
mhmm if thats what u say
i have a class wid her to tomorrow
any messages u want to pass on?
hello?
[mingyu the man is blocked]
hello? jaykayyyyyy
JAYKAY
SEAGULL
damn he got it bad
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Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, youâre forced to hide in a safehouse with a man youâve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, youâre forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before itâs too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)
Warnings: cursing, implied abuse, death, implied ptsd, injuries, broken bone, origami and paper planes
Word count: 3.7k
A/N: ONE MORE WEEK !!!!!!!!! ONE MORE WEEK !!!!!!!! also gif is somewhat related except steve isnât there sorry to crush any hopes
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Previous Part || Shut In Masterlist
âIs there a reason youâre back so early?â
Both of the men nervously glanced at each other, silently urging the other to talk. A quiet form of encouragement.
âWe chec- we checked all the neighbouring towns. All your safehouses,â one of them finally sputtered up after his partner elbowed him in the ribs.
âAnd?â
âWe coordinated with all our guys across the country to look for them-â
âAll Iâm hearing are a bunch of excuses,â they twirled the gun on its barrel like it was a plaything. âGet to the point.â
âNo one knows where theyâre hiding,â he finished, swallowing thickly. âWeâre still looking though. We just thought-â
âWhat?â their voice was surprisingly calm. âThat your little status update would impress me? That Iâd feel sorry for you for working so hard?â
âN-no boss,â his partner finally pitched in, saving face for his companion who opened and shut his mouth wordlessly. âJust keeping you in the loop. Weâre close, I can feel-â
âDo you remember what I told you the last time you were here?â
Both of them shut their mouths immediately. Knuckles white, nails digging into their skin as they clenched their fists shut.
âThat you wanted them dead,â the first one said with faux confidence. A waver in his voice gave it away.
âYes, but youâre forgetting the important part,â they tskâed, shaking their head, eyes downcast.
They didnât give anyone a chance to react. They slammed the gun down, swiftly picking it up before taking aim at his partnerâs face.
âI said Iâd blow your brains out.â They pulled the trigger.
Bits of bone fragment and blood splattered across the first agentâs face. He inhaled sharply, chest rising and falling haphazardly. He had his eyes shut tightly, face away from the carcass slumped over next to him..
âI want every fucking part of this country searched,â they roared, throwing the gun to the side carelessly, leaving someone else to scurry after it. âAnd since itâs so fucking hard for you to finish two tasks, just get me their location.â
The agent barely nodded, looking like he was about to throw up. His partnerâs blood trailed down the side of his face like sweat.
âIâll kill them myself.â
Hugh Grant was starting to look less appealing on your 6th rewatch of Notting Hill. In fact, he was starting to blend together with the characters from Die Hard and it was becoming difficult to differentiate which part belonged to which movie.
Sam sat opposite to you at the dining table, a set of papers assigned in front of him. The TV was left on, serving as background noise and occasional fillers to substitute the lack of conversation.
âThat movie is not making sense anymore,â he stated objectively.
âIt stopped after the third time for me.â Your words were hushed, your focus remaining on the swan you were trying to create from scratch.
âIf I hear her say âIâm just a girl, standing in front of a boyâ one more time, I actually think Iâll projectile vomit.â You could tell that his eyes didnât shift from the screen though. âI can feel the bile. Itâs going to happen.â
You only hummed in agreement, more interested in his lamenting than the actual movie.
Although origami wasnât one of the skills you picked up in the fucking mafia, you still knew a few basic things. The rest you just folded with confidence and prayed it would work.
What other options did you have when you were stuck together in a house with no WiFi?
Sam had made a paper bowl to hold the car keys and the few dollars you picked up from Pierceâs place. It looked like it would fall apart at any given moment, its structural integrity questionable at best.
You had made a small flower that rested on the table in front of you. You were sure it would go missing the minute a draft entered the room.
He had given up after his contribution of the bowl. Apparently his creative expertise extended only towards that and paper airplanes, not that that stopped him. He was folding and manufacturing them with a vengeance.
âHow is this supposed to help, Wilson?â you questioned, unable to contain the smile that grew on your face at the sheer number of planes he was making.
âJust because itâs not a decorative marvel-â he shot back in its defence, â-doesnât mean itâs useless.â
âOh, yeah? What else can it do other than not fly?â You watched as he launched one of them. It did a loop before falling miserably to the floor.
âHey, you can put a message in it. Maybe one of those button trackers, a microphone. The possibilities are endless.â He laughed, folding another one out of the limited supply of paper he had left. âBesides, your thing wonât even lift off the ground.â
âYeah, but this one can float.â You held up the swan that you had created. That about concluded your knowledge of origami.
âThatâs actually⌠pretty cool,â he admitted. âTeach me how to make one.â
âA true master never reveals their secrets,â you eluded, placing it on the table.
âI dare you to make another.â Sneaky bastard. He knew you wouldnât be able to replicate it. He saw you struggle the first time.
âWhy, so you can just copy off of me?â you dodged, and Sam narrowed his eyes at you. You followed the same.
Neither of you blinked for a while.
âIâm out of paper,â he finally relented, gesturing to the fleet of planes that littered the table.
âIâm out of ideas.â You paused, looking down at how youâd spent the last hour. âDo you wanna go test these outside later?â
Sam looked up eagerly and you could just tell he was intending on getting competitive. âHell yeah.â
âIâm going for a run in some time.â You got up to stretch your limbs, shrug off the fatigue that was setting in. Along the way you left the swan and one of the paper planes on top of the mini fridge alongside the car keys. It was cute. âWe could do it then?â
âSure,â he affirmed. âWhat time?â
âAt around 6-â your eyes landed on the clock on the wall before widening, â-shit, shit, shit, I didn't realise it was five thirty. We have a call with Ransone.â
âPhoneâs on the couch,â he mentioned to the living room, sitting up straight. âWhy are you freaking out? We still got a few minutes to go.â
You pushed yourself away from the table, forcing yourself to shakie off the drowsiness that had begun to set in.
âYou wouldnât get it,â you mumbled, âHe gets pissy if I donât do things his way.â
You grabbed the phone, punching in the buttons and having it at the ready.
You noticed Sam focused on you with knitted eyebrows but not voicing whatever he had on his mind.
âReady?â you questioned, but more as a formality. You had to do it regardless.
He simply nodded, looking on as you let the phone ring. If he had noticed your antsiness towards the call, he didnât bring it up.
Ransone picked up on the last ring, not skipping a beat in answering, âY/N.â
âHey Ransone.â You switched the call to speakerphone.
âAre you alone?â
You glanced at Sam. He shook his head, arms crossed over his chest, edging you to continue with the arrangement you had planned the day prior.
Ransone trusted you more. He was more likely to communicate openly if Sam wasnât around.
âYeah, I am.â
âWhereâs the other one?â
Sam silently scoffed.
âHeâs taking a nap.â
âAh,â Ransoneâs tone was condescending. âHow have things been?â
âItâs fine.â You press your lips into a straight line, not elucidating. âWhatâs the update out there?â
âEverything is a mess. Weâre trying to figure out who attacked you but since there wasnât anything left behind or any kind of trace, itâs proving to be... inconvenient.â
âIs it safe to travel?â
âWhat, with your face on national television?â he laughed. âNah, Iâd say itâs a little too early to be thinkinâ of a road trip. Just stay where you are, Iâll tell you when you can come out.â
Your fingers were thrumming at the table rhythmically, peeking at Sam every now and then for anything he found suspicious or wanted you to ask about.
âListen, weâve paid off every big guy to keep this under wraps as much as possible but Pierce was an important person. All the higher ups want this to be solved as quickly as possible. They donât care about sacrificing a player here or there.â
Pinning the blame on you was easy enough. The faster you were put away, the faster they could stage an âaccidentâ in prison so that none of their secrets were exposed. Wasnât like they hadnât done it before.
âOthers in the business arenât likinâ us accusing them of attacking one of our own. Our best bet right now is Serpentine but we havenât gotten anything to prove it.â
You doubted they ever would. Even if they did do it, Serpentine was notorious for being cunning and stealthy in their operations. They made sure there would be no tracks leading back to them.
âSo, weâre at a dead-end,â you verified. There was no telling when this would end, your exit looking further and further away. âWeâre fucked.â
âNo. Weâll just- Y/N, listen to me,â Ransone called out, drawing your attention back to the call.
âYeah?â
âIâve always protected you,â his voice was noticeably softer. âDonât you trust me?â
You felt the temperature in the room drop.
âYou said there would be no one there!â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â Ransone scoffed. âI never said that.â
âI walk in there and thereâs four people, completely armed.â Forcing yourself to recall it was making your head spin. Maybe you could ask the nurse for a painkiller. âIt was supposed to be empty.â
âI think the blood loss is making you delirious,â he chided, looking at the bag of drips hanging above your bed. âIt wasnât even that bad-â
âYouâre lying.â The words slipped out before you had the chance to think it over.
âExcuse me?â he tilted his head, tone suddenly sifting to that of warning.
You knew he was. You had agreed to this mission because it was supposed to be easy. It was a break.
âIvan was there when you briefed me.â You lifted your good arm to point at him shakily. âHe knows youâre lying.â
âDoes he now?â Ransone quirked an eyebrow, studying his aid who stood in the corner of the dingy hospital room.
A beat of silence passed where Ransone stared at Ivan, waiting for a reply of confirmation.
Ivan only lifted his shoulders in unawareness. âI donât remember you sayinâ that.â
Your mouth fell agape but you quickly rushed to shut it. Fucking liars. You shouldnât have expected anything better.
âTold you.â Ransone shrugged. âYouâre a smart one, Y/N, so Iâm going to let that slide this time. But next time you accuse me of something I didnât sayâŚâ
He trailed off, resting a hand on your broken shoulder. You flinched, jaw clenched so tightly you thought your teeth might break. You tried to imagine yourself somewhere else, desperate to reduce the quivering of your body when he squeezed it lightly.
âYou know Iâve always tried to protect you.â He put a finger under your chin, tilting your head to meet his eye. âDonât you trust me?â
A beat passed before you responded.
âI do,â you said through gritted teeth, pulling your face away from him.
âIâll ask them to up your dosage.â Ransone took a step away from you, dropping his hand. âIâm going to need my best player on the field as soon as possible.â
You didnât acknowledge his statement. Every part of your body felt like it was going to combust.
Did he really say that no one was going to be there or was it just the injuries playing with you?
âGet well soon,â he offered, one step out the door. âButtercup.â
âYou trust me, donât you Y/N?â he repeated when you didnât respond.
âYes.â You swallowed, gaze falling to the floor.
âAnd I trust you. You wouldnât do anything to break that, would you?â
Sam raised his one hand questioningly as if to ask what the hell he was talking about. An intimidation tactic. He had been using it for several years to reinforce your loyalty.
âI wouldnât.â
There were things you werenât telling him, of course. Details about that day or where you and Sam were hiding right off the top of your head. More if you thought about it deeply.
âGood,â came his response. âSo if thereâs anything you need, let me know. Iâm always a call away.â
âThank you.â
âTalk to you soon.â He ended the call there.
You stood there blankly for a while before dropping the phone to the ground and crushing it. Usually you wouldnât have to do that; removing the battery would be enough. This time you wanted to.
Your chest rose and fell heavily. You loathed him. Yet, you couldnât fucking leave.Â
âHey.â Your eyes snapped back to Sam. âWe still going on that run?â
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The wind felt good.
Your muscles were burning and you could feel the constriction of your lungs but you liked it. The endorphins were working their charm.
Sam was right beside you, not questioning why there was so much aggression in your movement. You had lost track of how long you had been running. You couldnât bring yourself to focus on that.
The path was paved with fallen branches and roots sticking out, forcing you to hop over some of them to avoid falling. It only annoyed you further.
You wanted to punch something. Or someone. The tension was rolling off your back in waves, and if someone saw you theâd probably believe you were going to commit an act of violence.
It was a while before you felt your steps begin to falter, the need for a proper breath taking precedence over the want to run more.
âTimeout?â you asked Sam breathlessly, slowing your pace to a jog.
âSure about that, Usain Bolt?â he huffed, slowing his pace to match yours.
âSorry.â
âDonât worry about it,â he dismissed it. âTâwas fun.â
Now that you had slowed down, it forced you to come to terms with how much energy you had just burnt out.
âYou wanna talk about whatâs on your mind or ignore it?â
âRather not talk about it for now.â The more you thought about him, the angrier you got. And as of late, you had realised that your method of dealing with that anger wasnât the best.
The air was getting colder. It was getting harder to see what was in front of you, relying on the few rays of sunlight that shone through the treetops. You took a roundabout at your self declared checkpoint, changing course back to the house.
Sam followed wordlessly, but his presence was strangely comforting. Warm.
âThank you.â
âFor...â he trailed off, prodding you on.
âI donât know. This.â You gestured to the path ahead of you. âI didnât think youâd agree to it.â
âWhy wouldnât I?â His eyebrows knit together in puzzlement.
You didnât have an answer to that. Probably because you werenât used to people just doing nice things for no apparent reason.
âHow are you so calm all the time? Iâve never seen him get under your skin,â you asked quietly. âHow do you do it?â
He didnât answer straight away. He mulled over it as he dodged broken sticks and upended roots on the ground. You would be fine if he didnât answer either; as long as he knew that you appreciated it.
âI just realised that everything he put into me was destructive. Actively worked on unlearning it,â he replied after a while. âIt took me years to even begin.â
You expected to hear that but it didnât make it easier.
âI donât even know how to start,â you mumbled. It was so tiring, even thinking of where and how it began. It was all you knew. All you were taught.
âIf I could add something?â
You looked at him questioningly.
âYou had a different relationship with him than all of us, Y/N. A deeper one. Itâs not easy to forget that,â he pointed out. âBut⌠youâre not him. That takes strength.â
These werenât new revelations. It was things you had told yourself earlier to rationalise all your actions. You knew it on a surface level but it was difficult to convince yourself sincerely.
You didnât say anything, just continued jogging with an eye on the ground.Â
It felt better to hear it from someone else. A starting point to maybe get to where he was, too.
âI just canât believe anyone took him seriously enough for him to get this far,â Sam added, a tick of annoyance in his voice. âI donât condone bullying but someone should have just punched him in the face as a child.â
It wasnât even the funniest thing you had heard him say but for some reason it elicited a snort from you, soon giving way to a laugh.
His face snapped to yours at the sound of your laughter, a small smile growing on his face.
His brief moment of distraction was all it took for him to not notice the tree root sticking out in front of him. His ankle got caught in the wood, sending him stumbling to the ground face forward.
âOh shit,â you cursed, halting in your place immediately, dropping to your knees to where he was.
âFuckinâ hell,â he groaned, turning onto his back. âI think I broke my face.â
âThat may be a bit excessive but your nose is definitely bleeding,â you knew this was serious but you were finding it difficult to control your laughter once you realised it wasnât a life threatening injury.
âJust leave me here to die.â He covered his eyes with his elbow, refusing to look at you.
âCâmon, Wilson. Letâs get you fixed up.â You stood up, offering your hand. He grabbed onto it, hoisting himself up. Â âCan you stand up straight? Do you think you have a concussion?â
âWorld class assassin,â he grumbled, shaking his head to imply he was fine other than a possible broken nose.
âPromise I wonât tell. Your reputation is safe,â you said it humorously but with conviction, hoping to make it less embarrassing for him. Not that youâd let him forget it any time soon.
It took longer to walk back considering how far you had ventured out, along with the fact that you had to guide him as he held his nose in the air to try and control the bleeding.
You pushed open the door to the house, holding it open as he walked in. Sam made his way to the dining room after you told him youâd get the first aid kit for the second time during your stay there.
By the time you returned from the bathroom, grabbing an old t-shirt along the way, he had a single ice cube pressed to the bridge of his nose.
âThatâs not going to be enough.â You dropped the kit onto the table, opening the mini fridge. You emptied the ice cubes from the tray onto the t-shirt, twisting it into a small ice pack.
âThese are my battle scars.â You could tell that he was trying not to use his nose. He sounded ridiculous.Â
âWhatever makes you feel better, Sam,â you chortled. His mouth eased into a half smile and you didnât get why until you realised it was the first time you had called him by his name. You didnât acknowledge it, surprised by how easily it slipped out from your mouth when you werenât actively stopping it.
You gave him a bit of cotton to wipe off the blood that had dried on his face.
âLook up,â you instructed, standing over him so you could assess the damage. He complied, letting you cradle his jaw softly, tilting his head to see if there were any signs of a fracture or anything worse.
It was a bad fall, but nothing he hadnât been through before in terms of severeness. It wasnât going to leave a mark.
âDefinitely going to bruise but itâs not broken,â you concluded, going over it once more to make sure.
âThanks, doc,â his voice came softly from below you. Only then did you realise how close you were standing to him. You could feel his breath on your wrist that was still caressing his face.
It felt like eternity, but he didnât make an effort to move or shove you away. Your eyes flitted down to his lips for a second. If you just leaned dow-
âRight,â you cleared your throat, taking a step back. âJust hold this to your face for a while to reduce any swelling.â
You handed him the makeshift ice pack, feeling the heat creep up your neck.
âYour turn to use the bed tonight, right?â His voice was significantly lower than what it had been a few minutes ago, something you werenât acclimated to hearing. It only made your face feel hotter.
âYeah.â You avoided meeting his eyes, using the time to close the first aid kid. âUnless you want it.â
âNo, go ahead.â
It was too early to retire for the evening but suddenly you werenât all that hungry anymore. Apparently neither was he.
âSee you tomorrow, then?â you inquired, turning away before he could see you cringe.
âSee you tomorrow,â he confirmed, âGood night.â
You just gave him a short wave over your shoulder and physically restrained from walking to the room, shutting the door and never looking at him again. You hoped he didnât notice or at least never bring it up if he did.
You couldnât do this. Not again.
Not when you knew the consequences.
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Master Knows Best (18+)
Bakugou x Maid Cafe Reader
plot:Â Youâve gone almost a full year working at a maid cafe with none of your friends finding out, which is exactly how you liked it; but thanks to a certain friend your beloved hot headed boyfriend found out your secret and planned on teasing you the whole time. In a stubborn attempt to get back at him, you realized exactly what would happen if you disobeyed your master
warnings: suggestive NSFW, swearing, a shit ton of teasing
wc: 5200+
mood song: worst behavior
a/n: I was supposed to post this on valentineâs day but itâs better late than never right? I perhaps may make a part two depending on how this does but Iâm also a s s at NSFW so weâll see. For now just enjoy (especially my fellow brats out there)
You liked things to be simple. You were a simple girl, with a simple life.
Sure you had your secrets, but thanks to your overall simplicity, nobody even bothered to uncover them.
Thatâs just the way you liked it too. Each different part of your life was separated as they should, for if they intertwined your life would becoming a living nightmare.
You never dreamed that living nightmare would become a reality. Who knew all it would take to crumble the reputation you built up for so long...
was a simple text.
Sweat trickled down the ash blondâs toned arms, his ragged breath becoming more steady as he slumped down against the wall while his friend took a few rounds at the punching bag.
The sound of his phone buzzing beside him didnât drag him out of his exhausted mindset quite yet, but when his crimson eyes glanced across the words on the screen he felt everything come to a halt.
electric dunce: remember that day time job (l/n) said she had during the weekends? i think i found it bro..
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Bakugouâs red haired training buddy noticed the change in spirit with his blond friend, noticing how his heavy breathing suddenly stopped.
Wiping his gloved hand across his forehead, Kirishima glanced down to his friend only to see Bakugouâs eyebrows knit in a deep focus.
âYou uh... You okay bro?â Kirishima questioned with a raised brow, trying to control his own ragged breaths after he attacked the swaying back before him.
Before he could question his friend once more, Bakugou let out a breathy chuckle, one filled with mischief and even excitement if Kirishima listened well enough.
âTraining is cut short today shitty hair.â
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âCome onnnn (L/n), how could you tell us you have a job then not tell us what it is?â The pink haired girl whined as she slid her upper half onto your lap and sighed dramatically.
Giggling slightly your eyes flicked to Kaminari across from you as his lips doubled over into a pout, âThe whole point of having a job is so your friends can come crash it!â
âAnd to make some money dumbo.â You sneered, flicking his forehead gently while glancing down to Minaâs attempt at puppy dog eyes, âBesides, I didnât want to tell you guys. You forced me to tell you where I went after school or you said you would doxx me.â
Your friends let out a sigh of defeat as Kirishima glanced to your boyfriend beside you, âCâmon Baku-bro not even you know where she works?â
Smirking slightly you placed a gentle palm on your boyfriends cheek and winked to him tauntingly,
âNot even Katsuki~â
Bakugou simply clicked his tongue and smacked your hand away, âI donât know because I donât fucking care.â
Oh but he did care. It ate away at him everyday that you refused to reveal where you worked. You claimed it would be âembarrassingâ for him to see you working and wearing a uniform but he failed to understand why it would be. He brutally antagonized you all the time and you never bat an eye, why would he care if he saw you wearing a âMini-Martâ uniform?
You simply hummed at your boyfriendâs denial and leaned against his side.
âSay whatever you need to make you feel better love,â You purred, grinning at his scowl before you looked to your group of friends,
âBecause you will never find out where I work, ever.â
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Bakugou felt like he was in a state of euphoria as he stood before the quaint wooden doors, decorated with all sorts of pastel ribbons and paint.
It was almost as if he was entering the doors of heaven, the ultimate satisfaction of knowing he was about to beat you and your stupid threat.
And better yet, of all the places to find out you worked, it was here?
Oh he was going to enjoy this, even beyond getting revenge.
âNever find out my ass.â Bakugou sneered with a smirk, letting the soft breeze flow through his spiky locks as he tugged open the door into the unknown.
Meanwhile you were attempting to gracefully, yet quickly, get your uniform back on since your break ended in about thirty seconds. You hated how good you had gotten at putting on this stupid uniform, soon enough it would be second nature to you.
Working at a Maid Cafe wasnât exactly where you planned to end up. When you stumbled onto the small podium in kindergarten to announce your future career, you surely didnât say âI want to be a server at a Maid Cafe!â
And yet here you were pulling up the thigh high socks to your frilly, bow covered maid dress.
Admittedly when you were searching for jobs, you were surprised to find no luck. Any job that paid well required university years, and any left over job wouldnât pay enough for your time to walk there.
It wasnât until your aunt came to you in your troubles and recommended the job of your nightmares.
âMy sweetheart why donât you just work at my nieceâs Maid Cafe? Youâll get to work with very sweet young girls about your age, and they pay very well since they have a very diverse clientele!â
Immediately you threw away the idea before you could even process it, the thought of having to serve gross old men and pretend to be excited while doing it didnât sound appealing, let alone possible.
With that said, that didnât mean your aunt was going to give up just yet. Without telling you she scheduled an interview for you, telling you if you didnât show up it would make your family look bad.
Feeling the inevitable guilt throughout the day, you submitted into your auntâs wishes and at least showed up to the interview.
Who knew? Maybe they would just let you be a janitor or something.
Sure enough they wanted you as a maid, but before you could even deny they offered double what any job had offered you, even the high paying ones.
âWe know the job isnât ideal, which is why we pay so much. A young girl like you would be just perfect here!â
Push came to shove, and somehow you ended up working at the cafe for a year and a half now.
You couldnât lie, dressing up all cute and getting to hang out with a bunch of sweet girls was pretty fun. It beats mopping an empty grocery store with creepy co-workers.
With that said, the dread of having to deal with pervy customers and the existential fear of one of your friends walking through the door almost outweighed the pros of the job.
Luckily you had been able to escape doom for this long, so what are the odds that would change anytime soon?
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The sound of the bell charming brought you back to your senses, quickly tying the silk bow behind your back you stumbled out into the break room to see your boss awaiting.
âPhew I thought you almost ditched us (L/n).â Your boss said with a wink.
Rolling your eyes you began walking backwards towards the swinging doors that led to the dining room.
âHave I ever failed you Miss Manager?â You purred with a grin.
Satisfied with her laugh you danced through the double doors, putting on your cute act once again. Only two hours left and you could go home and pig out on what was left in your pantry.
If thatâs truly all it took, you didnât mind turning on your âanime girlâ side for a few hours.
Smiling at all the guests you made sure to check on everyoneâs table before making your way towards the greeting podium. The doorbell went off so that meant some sort of customer was waiting to be sat.
Giving one last wink to a customer you whipped your head towards the front doors and gave a small bow before looking up.
âWelcome back to Maid Cafe master, would you like me to show you to your se..AHHHH!â
The moment your eyes met the sturdy figure before you, all senses jumped out the window as you screeched and jumped backwards defensively.
How.. How could this happen? This couldnât be happening. All your intricate planning and anxious working to make sure no one you knew would ever catch you on the job.
And out of all the people in the world... it had to be Katsuki Bakugou.
Your ever so taunting boyfriend.
Sure enough Bakugou had a shit eating grin on his face, his eyes glowing with excitement for probably more reasons than you could count.
âWell well well, donât you look familiar.â
At this point words werenât even an option in your mind, you couldnât tell if the cold spike of fear shooting up your spine was worse or the overwhelming heat that flared along your face.
Your little outburst didnât go unnoticed by the guests and maids, all eyes moved to the two of you as you stumbled over your own words.
âY..You- I.. but I.. and you! I canât...â
â(L/n) is something the matter?â
The sound of your bossâ sweet voice from behind you caused you to shriek again as you now jumped to face her.
Feeling your face grow even warmer you avoided eye-contact with her, trying to use what was left of your slowly deflating brain to come up with an excuse to fix this entire mess.
âYeah princess, is something the matter?â
Between the chilling tone and the pet name you physically shuddered, your head slowly peaking back to the problem at hand.
Bakugou couldnât help but notice your reaction, sneering cockily as he looked down on you with pride.
âZip it Bakugou-âÂ
âAh ah..â Bakugou started before you could even finish your threat, âI believe you are supposed to refer to me as master.â
If your brain wasnât broken before, it sure was now. Your internal mix of equally enjoying this and hating this had officially clashed and broken any sense at this point. All you could feel beyond anger at this point was complete and utter embarrassment.
â(L/n) youâre not having any trouble greeting our guest, are you?â Your boss questioned sternly.
Youâve honestly never heard her get so serious with you, given this was far from her angry side, but you hated disappointing your superiors.
Glancing around you still noticed some eyes on you along with your suspicious bossâ. At this point there was no escaping the situation, and like hell were you going to give this bastard the satisfaction of your embarrassment.
âN..No maâam, no trouble at all!â You said back in your sweet work voice, offering the best smile you could muster before twitching back to your smug boyfriend.
âLet me uh... let me show you to your table...â You stuttered out, grabbing a single menu before looking up at your expectant boyfriendâs expression. You knew exactly what the little shit was waiting for, and if you didnât say it your boss would surely drag you to the back.
âMaster.â
Bakugou sighed in dramatic satisfaction, clasping his hands together sarcastically and bending down to your level, âFucking splendid.â
Gritting your teeth you glared into his crimson orbs before spinning on your heel, plastering the cute smile on your face so your boss could get off your back.
Once she seemed to notice you returned to your old state, she let out a gentle sigh and walked away to serve her tables.
At the very least you felt a bit less tense knowing she wasnât following you like a hawk, but she was far from the problem at hand.
Quickly b-lining towards a table in the corner, you slammed the menu down and pulled out the chair, offering the most sarcastically pleasant smile you could.
Bakugou gladly took his seat, making sure to drag his hand along the small of your back on the way down. He throughly enjoyed each time you shivered from his touch, or even words.
First you decided to take his order, making sure all eyes were officially off the two of you. Once you decided the coast was clear, you quickly grabbed the collar of his tank top, as you bent down to be eye level with him.
âHow did you find out about my job Katsuki.â
Bakugou grunted in surprise, catching himself quickly before he smirked back to your fuming expression. Oh how adorable you were when you were mad.
Your thick eyebrows would knit together in a deep focus and your plush lips would pinch into a perfect pout that drove him crazy.
As the blond smugly glanced over your features, his eyes flicked up only to notice other eyes were facing the two of you once again, only this time they only seemed to be on you. On your backside.
The way you were bending down seemed to perfectly expose your backside to the world, and your dumbass was too oblivious with him to even realize it.
Clicking his tongue, Bakugou placed a firm palm on the edge of your spine before shoving you down to your knees so the back of your dress would cover your backside once again.
The action caused a small yelp to escape your lips, you assumed he had done it to embarrass you which made you that much more mad.
âAnswer. My. Question.â
Once the ash blond was satisfied with your state and he glared at any that dared to still look at you, he glanced back down to your fiery orbs with an unimpressed look.
Rolling his eyes he slapped your hand away causing you to huff before he shoved the photo Kaminari sent to him.
Glancing over the photo you eyes widened to see a photo of you through the window of the Maid Cafe assisting a customer.
Your cheeks began to glow red again as you worriedly looked up to Bakugou, âYou guys actually doxxed me?!â
Bakugou raised a brow and snatched his phone back with a sigh.
âI didnât, I canât speak for that stupid dunce but Iâll deal with his reasoning later,â He explained before his dreadful smirk returned as he cupped the edge of your chin, âBack to the elephant in the room, how come you hid such a delicious fucking secret from your master.âÂ
As much as you wouldâve loved this behind closed doors, to be openly embarrassed in public made your head feel like it was going to explode.
âS..Stop acting all smug you idiot!â You snapped, smacking his hand from your chin and standing up straight, âI hid this from you so you wouldnât act like an egotistical dick.â
At this Bakugou barked out a laugh, the booming sound causing you to jump a bit as he slouched back in his chair, folding his arms with that smug grin.
âI think weâve already come to the conclusion that my fucking ego is backed up, or have you forgotten doll?â
His piercing red eyes narrowed to your own, the sight making you blush as you jerked your head to the side and huffed.
âCan you order already idiot? Iâve got plenty of other orders to take.â
Bakugou simply smirked and picked up the menu, glancing down the options before shoving it in your arms.
âIâll get two of the shitty rice bears,â He explained, grinning when he saw you look up with a raised brow, âIâve got a hungry maid coming home soon waiting to please her master.â
Your confused expression turned into a flushed angry one as you snatched the menu from him and turned on your heel. You didnât even remember what he asked for but at this point you didnât care. You just wanted to hide from the customers so you could collect what dignity you had left.
The moment you brushed by the double doors you let out a sigh of relief as you rested your head against the back wall. Maybe if you closed your eyes and pinched yourself hard enough you would wake up from this horrible nightmare?
You could only imagine the things Bakugou was thinking. Does he think youâre some ditzy pushover maid girl now? Is he texting your friends telling them that you work here? Honestly Kaminari has probably already done that.
It was so nice having the upper hand on him for once, but now that he took every last bit of dignity and laughed in your face, you were doomed.
âRough shift huh?â
Raising your brows you peaked an eye open to see one of your coworkers with a concerned expression. Standing up straight you fixed a piece of your hair and nodded.
âYeah I guess you could say that..â
âHow come you were acting so weird with that customer (L/n)-chan?â Your manager called from behind, carrying a bunch of plates as she walked beside your coworker, âIs it because heâs crazy hot?â
Folding your arms you let out a huff as you pouted your lips out,
âTry boyfriend.â
Both girls gasped in shock, your boss nearly dropping the plates in her hand as they looked two you in disbelief.
âWow sorry for calling him hot, I never knew you had a boyfriend (L/n)! And a hunk at that~â
Letting out a slight chuckle, both your eyes fell on your coworker when she spoke up.
âYou know this same thing happened to me with my boyfriend,â She spoke while tapping her finger against her cheek in thought, âI didnât want him finding out about my job because I knew he would make fun of me, then one day he showed up and sure enough started making fun of me.â
Frowning you let out a sigh as you rubbed the side of your face exasperatedly, âMy dumb boyfriend is doing that too! What did you end up doing with yours?â
Your coworker grinned as she shrugged.
âI simply fought fire with fire. Since he was making fun of me, I made him eat his words and watch me serve the other customers. He ended up getting so jealous he left!â
The advice she had given you finally brought warmth back to your numb body, you felt a grin rise to your face as you quickly wrapped your arms around your coworker.
âYou are a lifesaver woman! I owe you so much for that advice.â
Your coworker simply laughed and hugged you back, happy to see you back in your normal cheerful state.
âYeah have some fun but donât ruin the experience for our other guests!â Your boss called out before walking out the door with the plates.
âI should probably get out there too, let me know if you need any help (L/n)-chan.â Your coworker said with a mischievous grin before dancing out the double doors.
Your mind was rushing with ideas, how could you of not thought of this before? Your explosive boyfriend could get jealous from a rock on the street, this would be the perfect pay back for you!
If he was going to come into your workplace and wreak havoc, you would do the same for his inflated ego.
Fixing up your dress you grabbed the two plates and narrowed your eyes towards the dining room.
âBring it on Bakugou Katsuki.â
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Oh did Bakugou feel pleased with himself.
Normally he hated skipping out on a workout, but this was worth it.
He couldnât let the image of your adorable flushed expression and tense body escape his mind. Let alone that maid costume on you was divine on your plush skin.
The fact that you refused to wear a maid costume in the bedroom made it that much better, no wonder you were trying to hide this job from him.
The way the black silk hugged every curve, just tight enough to where your skin was overflowing from the material. And those thighs squeezing out of those adorable thigh highs drove him wild.
If he hadnât made the best discovery of his life today, he would almost be mad you were strutting around in such a costume for anyone other than himself.
Deciding to wait another day to deal with that, Bakugou simply enjoyed the scenery and awaited for his girlfriend.
Just like clockwork he saw your form dance out of the backroom a bit too peppy. The thought of you âcollectingâ yourself in the back only made him sneer with a sadistic grin, he would simply break you all over again when you served him the food.
Just as you sauntered over to his table, the ash blond looked you up and down with a smirk, opening his mouth to say something truly condescending until your body turn away from him and towards another table.
âHereâs your panda shaped muffin and honeydew boba masters!â You spoke to the two customers at the table in front of him, âIs there anything else I can get for you my handsome masters?â
Bakugou felt his heart drop at the sound of you calling another living organism your master. Were you doing this on purpose? Is this usually how you talked to the shitty customers here?
His answer was confirmed when a small squeak escaped your lips and you bent down towards the table, your chest surely giving the two guests a show given their cherry lit cheeks as your thumb grazed across one of the customerâs cheeks.
âSilly master, you have some icing on your cheek.â You said with the most divine giggle he had ever heard. Gritting his teeth his entire world froze when you stuck the finger in your mouth and licked the white cream off clean, âNo worries, I got it for you~â
The man before you looked like he was going to bust on the spot, his friend watching with his jaw dropped and eyes filled with jealousy.
Smiling sweetly you gave them one last bow, âLet me know if you need anything else masters!â
Just before you danced away from their table you glanced to Bakugou, giving him a small smirk as you looked him up and down with unimpressed eyes before sauntering away, leaving your explosive boyfriend on the verge of a breakdown.
You truly had a death wish. It was the only explanation for your actions. For almost a full hour you kept that act up, leaving the many guests within the cafe speechless and ogling over you. You knew exactly how jealous Bakugou could get, and you knew he hated admitting it.
Of course Bakugou also knew what a little tease you were. He didnât miss the delight in your glistening eyes each time you taunted him, waiting for the repercussions of his wrath. But this...
This crossed the line of his sanity.
The ash blond tried to wait til your shift was over, he really did. As furious as he was with you, he wasnât irresponsible enough to make you lose your job. But the moment your finger tips danced along the shoulder of a guest, any bit of restraint the male had left in his body had snapped like a twig.
The sound of him storming up from his table caused the immediate guests around him to look up, his silverware clanking against the pink trimmed plate as he made a direct line towards you.
Unfortunately for you, the scene your boyfriend caused went over your head as you continued to jot down the order from the customers before you. Focusing on your blossom shaped ordering pad you didnât notice the horrified expressions on the customers before you as the saw an angry Bakugou storming up behind you.
âIâll get those orders right up for you masters~â You exclaimed with a cute wink as you began to walk off until a firm hand wrapped around your wrist in a vice grip.
Bakugou could have loosened his bit a grip he realized when you let out a small yelp but he had already committed and like hell was he going to let you flirt with another damn customer right before his very eyes.
Your sweet words, gentle touches, suggestive actions... they werenât meant for him and him only.
Immiedetly you recognized your boyfriendâs sharp hold and tried to tug your hand away so not to make a scene, but the ash blond simple spun your wrist around and pinned it to your back, giving him full control of wherever you walk.
With a squeak he shoved you forward, causing you to stumble over your own feet as he quickly pushed you towards the backroom.
You briefly met gaze with your boss as he shoved you by, your eyes pleading for help as they were filled with regret. Your boss opened her mouth, not sure what to even do.
âE..Excuse me sir? You canât touch the-â
Before she could even finish her sentence Bakugou flashed a sharp glare to the woman, his crimson orbs thin from lack of patience and absolute fury.
Your boss was smart enough to know your boyfriend was truly about to go feral, for her life and your own she decided it was best to turn away and pretend she saw nothing.
You let out a small pout when you saw her attempt to serve the shocked guests, leaving you to be shoved into the backroom by a surely pent up Bakugou.
Once you reached the back you saw your coworker, the one that had given you such brilliant advice before, shoving a pastry in her mouth as she was on her break. Her eyes first fell on the dark lidded ones of your boyfriend before falling on your pleading fearful eyes.
Her mouth opened, unsure of what to say before closing.
âIâm uh.. gonna take my break outside.â She muttered softly, politely pushing the chair in and offering the best smile she could before she quickly shuffled out the back doors.
Once the room was clear Bakugou let go of your wrist, giving you a chance to stretch your arm back in itâs proper position before the sound of the back door slamming to a close caused you to shriek in surprise.
Bakugou couldnât help but smirk as you jumped, as angry as he was he loved seeing you so on edge thanks to him. Returning to a serious expression he watched as you turned around, attempting to put on a serious face of your own.
âBakugou you know I still have thirty minutes left of my shift-â
Trying to speak was hard enough as is with the thick tension in the room, but when the ash blond slammed his hands on either side of you against the wooden break table you let out a shriek and quickly sat back against the ledge attempting to gain some more space between you two.
The action made him chuckle dryly as he looked you up and down.
âYouâre still going to act like a fucking brat huh? After the show you just put on?â Bakugou spoke lowly, his eyes drinking in the sight of your costume only swirling more pent up feelings within him, âSomeoneâs feeling spunky today?â
You bit at the corner of your lip, swallowing what left of saliva was in your dry mouth as you tried terribly to avoid eye contact.
âHiding such a naughty job from me, and then when I catch you red handed this is the treatment I get?â Bakugou hisses with clenched fists, âYou shouldâve been at my fucking heel all day for keeping such a delicious lie from me and yet you taunt me like youâre the one in charge?â
His harsh words made heat rise to your cheeks as you looked down at your frilly dress, trying to find anything to look at besides his face. Surely you knew that wasnât going to pass with him.
âLook at me when I fucking speak to you brat.â Bakugou growled, his eyes narrowing when he saw your lips pinch together stubbornly.
Letting out an annoyed sigh he grabbed your wrist roughly before shoving you back against the thin wall and grabbing your jaw harshly shoving it against the wall with a hard knock, forcing your eyes to meet.
The sight of your cheeks being squished together by his large palms and your wide glassy eyes forced to look into his own, he couldnât hide his smug smirk as he felt you lightly tremor beneath him.
âMuch better doll.â Bakugou cooed, voice laced with sarcasm as you both knew the next chain of events were about to get quite violent.
âNow, I was planning on patiently waiting for you to get off so we could take this conversation in private...â Bakugou spoke, eyes narrowing down to yours as he let out a sinister laugh, âHell I even bought you a treat, Iâm such a generous fucking boyfriend arenât I?â
Your breathing was ragged as you stared up into his crimson eyes, your brain was so fogged by the situation that you hadnât even realized what he asked until his grip on your jaw tightened.
âI asked you a fucking question.â
Blinking back to reality you nodded deserpatly, not daring to look away from his gaze as you let out a slight whimper that shot directly to his pants.
âGood.â Bakugou said with a dark smile before continuing on, âBut now I cannot go along with that generous plan because you canât go two seconds without acting like a fucking slut.â
The filthy words spewing from his lips caused your face to grow warm, the entire situation already had your silk underwear drenched, but his words alone caused you to brush your plump thighs together desperately.
Your actions didnât go unnoticed by the ash blond as he roughly shoved a knee between your legs causing a whine to escape your lips when he refused to put any friction on your aching core.
âEven now you canât help but act like a brainless bitch in heat.â Bakugou sneered with a grin, his hand on your jaw lowering to now grip on your neck gently so not to cut off any air.
âBecause youâve disobeyed me multiple times today, Iâm going to have to set you straight right here in public so you know who truly has the power here.â
Your mouth opened to rebuttal as your eyes widened at his idea, but his hand only gripped tighter around your throat causing the words shove back down your throat.
âAnd then,â Bakugou hissed, âIf you perform like a good little maid, I may give you what you want when we get home. Maybe.â
You let out a shaky breath as he narrowed his eyes down to you, trying to read what you were feeling right now.
âNow youâre going to be my good little slutty maid and serve me until Iâm satisfied, you fucking got that?â
As Bakugouâs grip on your neck loosened, your posture relaxed a bit as you nodded to his question, only for the grip to return as he growled down to you.
âTry again.â
Biting your lip your thighs attempted to squeeze against his knee for any sort of friction at all as any conscious thought was clouded with ashamed lust for the man before you.
âY..Yes master.â
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Mirrorball // I
A/N: there will be a part two!! dont worry!!
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Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 2.9k
Summary: Reader hides her insecurity under a guise of unwavering happiness, but Loki ends up finding out the truth. Meanwhile, Loki struggles with feeling worthy of love.
Warnings: suicidal ideation, insecurity, misunderstandings, angst
Loki wasnât sure why you lived with the Avengers. Sure, you were one hell of a good cook, and you bartended at Tonyâs numerous parties, but surely you could do that while having a place of your own. Normally, Loki wouldnât have given a second thought to where somebody chose to reside--even if he couldnât understand peopleâs willingness to be anywhere near Stark--but you were driving him insane.
When Loki had first arrived at the tower, it had been a cruel and unusual punishment. House arrest at the very place that he suffered a humiliating defeat, with the very heroes that had defeated him. Of course, not many people were very welcoming. He was permitted to roam about the tower as long as he stayed on good behavior, but that didnât mean all residents were alright with it.Â
Stark was the easiest to deal with; his jokes and quips about Lokiâs unfortunate ventures to rule, well, anything stung, but the malice behind them faded with every passing day. After all, it had been a long time since New York. Banner and Wanda were another story. They treated him politely enough, but the fear behind their eyes whenever he passed by made something rotten stir in his gut. No matter how much he attempted to redeem himself, people still saw him as evil. A villain.
It seemed as if Steve and Thor were the only ones glad to have him there. The Captainâs open arms had come as a surprise, but Loki was intuitive, and very quickly realized that Steve saw him in the same light as he did the Winter Soldier, Bucky. And in a way, Loki could see the similarities. They had both done awful things--albeit under far different circumstances--and were now working on gaining the trust of the ones kind enough to give them a second chance.
So Loki found himself seeking out Buckyâs company far more often than any of his other acquaintances. It was a strange sort of companionship, but it worked; Bucky usually opted to listen instead of speak, giving Loki the opportunity to ramble on about whatever grievances he held that week. There were usually a lot, and Bucky was the only one who didnât offer him useless advice. He simply nodded along, fixing Loki with that thousand yard stare until he had finished.
And then, of course, there was you. All smiles and playful energy, with a raunchy sense of humor and a sharp tongue. You were much smaller than him, in terms of height and stature, but he often felt dwarfed when you were in the room. You just took up so much space with that reckless attitude and need for everyone in the room to be laughing. In an odd sort of way, you reminded him of a clown. Not because you were goofy, or funny looking, no. You just...made people smile, held their attention and made it your dying goal to be there for entertainment.Â
The first time Loki had seen you, he was quick to notice your easy beauty. It was rare that he found a Midgardian woman to be attractive, but he couldnât deny that something about you just appealed to him. You werenât a supermodel, nor were you drop-dead gorgeous in terms of Midgardian standards, but you had a very real-life grace. You didnât look like those dolled up actresses he often saw on the television, you looked more natural, something that instantly caught Lokiâs eye.
He had been reading quietly in the common room of the Stark Tower, having been forced out of his room by Thor to âat least be present, brother.â The other Avengers droned on about petty events while he attempted to tune them out. And then you stormed in, bringing a sense of excitement to the room with your very aura.
You greeted each person individually, making sure no hero was left out, until your eyes settled on him. Loki felt a heat rise in his cheeks under your intense gaze, and shifted uncomfortably. He brushed off the feeling as it simply had been a while since he had spoken to an attractive woman, not wanting to admit to himself the effect your presence had on him.
âNew guy, Loki, psycho murderer,â you rattled off, still staring him down. Loki felt as if you were a cat, and he was the poor mouse that you had selected as your new plaything. âWhich do you prefer?â
That caught him off guard. While he was still somewhat unfamiliar with Midgardâs social customs, he was at least sure that this was not a normal way to greet a stranger. That, and the disrespect warred with what he was used to: women on Asgard bowing to him, treating him with the dignity that a prince deserved. Despite the surprise, Lokiâs aloof outer demeanor was not shaken, and he let the strangeness of it all roll off his back as he replied, âHow about âGod of Mischief?â Or, if that is a bit too wordy, I would be open to âKing Loki.ââ
 Your eyes lit up, and Loki found himself having to fight back a smile. His unconscious reaction left him feeling confused and slightly frustrated. Why was this mortal girl sending his emotions in a whirl? Loki scrambled for some sort of reasoning that didnât have him looking pathetic, and settled on the idea that it had been a while since he had bed a woman, and you were particularly attractive. It only made sense that his body would react in ways that he had not expected.
Lost in his head, Loki barely noticed you were speaking again. âI like this one!â You said, clearly excited that he had matched your banter with ease. âNew best friend acquired.â
Once again, you had left Loki reeling. Best friend? He wasnât sure if he had ever had one of those before, and certainly not with someone he had just met. In fact, he wasnât entirely positive that he even wanted one. Especially in the form of some over-enthusiastic mortal. Before he could protest, you plopped yourself down next to him on the couch. It wasnât a very big piece of furniture, so when you settled into your seat, you were only a couple inches away from touching Loki.Â
He could feel the heat radiating off of your body, and once again, his heart fluttered. The urge to lean into you overwhelmed him, and Loki furrowed his eyebrows. God, had it really been that long since he had been with someone? The frustration at his stupid body for its stupid needs grew, and Loki made up his mind then and there. He would court you, then fuck you, and get over this silly little infatuation. With your earlier outburst at wanting to befriend him, Loki figured that it would be a breeze. With his silvertongue and charming good looks, he would have you squirming under him in no time. Easy.
But, of course, nothing was ever easy for Loki. You had managed to prove him quite wrong over the next few weeks. Your obliviousness to flirting was quite impressive, Loki found, despite even his most direct attempts. Every advance he made was thwarted by complete, and utter ignorance, coupled with the fact that you had probably not taken a single thing seriously in your entire life.Â
Loki would compliment you, and youâd grin wolfishly and twist it to make his words sound insulting, then cackling madly. And then was the time he âjoked,â about getting you into his bed, to which you burst into a fit of giggles and said, âNo way! I donât want to be the other woman to Bucky!â
Loki had recoiled in bewilderment, and decided that enough was enough. Obviously you werenât worth the effort, considering you never actually listened to anything he said. Heâd just have to find someone who was capable of holding a conversation without turning something into a joke.
But...he couldnât deny that he was constantly having to fight back a laugh at your remarks, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that you were annoying, not funny. And even when he had abandoned his plot to seduce you, Loki found himself gravitating towards you. Truth be told, he knew how to be direct, to really get what he wanted, but every time he worked up the courage to just lean in and kiss you...something stopped him. Deep down, he knew that if you actually rejected him, then the game would be over, and something about that just seemed devastating to Loki. So he continued with cat and mouse, letting you deflect his advances time after time, because at least you werenât actually saying no.
Heâd wander in the kitchen while you were cooking, sit down to watch your favorite shows and movies, and had even taken to sitting on the roof with you late at night when neither of you could sleep. Loki couldnât avoid it anymore. It wasn't a simple attraction that he felt, it was adoration. You, a mortal of all creatures, had captured his interest. Maybe it was your wit. Maybe it was your unshakable happiness, the ability to keep everyoneâs spirits up in any situation. Maybe it was the crushing need to protect you, to protect that pure soul from the viciousness of the universe. Whatever it was, you had actually ended up as Lokiâs best friend. And somewhere along the line, he had fallen in love.
You sat in the living room alone, knees curled up to your chest on the couch. The four walls of your room had felt confining, like a prison cell that kept getting smaller. Your usual place of refuge would be the roof. But you didnât dare venture up there like this. With your luck, Loki would find you there, and you werenât sure if you had the strength to keep up your carefree persona.
Loki had never seen you upset before, never seen you weak. No one had, if you were honest. You fought hard to keep a smile plastered on your cheeks to keep up the appearance of a girl who never faltered with her high spirits. In a way, it wasnât entirely fake. Joking around and being joyous was your real personality, but it was also a defense mechanism. If you never took anything seriously, nothing would ever hurt. At least, thatâs what you kept telling yourself. The anxiety that wrecked your brain stayed constant, though, making your life a constant war with your own mind.
Your friendship with Loki was a fragile one, or at least it felt that way. You often felt as if you were walking on eggshells; every word that came out of your mouth risked driving him away. He had seemed to enjoy your wild and snarky personality when you first met him, so you didnât dare try to be anything else. You were afraid that he would lose all interest when he discovered that you were just as fragile as all mortals were.
It was risky having your breakdown out in one of the main rooms, but the risk was better than dealing with the claustrophobia of your lonely bedroom. Besides, it wasnât like you were going to sleep anyway. Better to just wait for daylight where you could at least feel some modicum of safety.
In your misery, you had forgotten that Loki was not an easy being to hide from. You were pretty sure that it was damn near impossible, actually. He seemed to...sense...your emotions, when you were in distress. And though you never showed it, kept that unwavering smile plastered across your face, he always appeared when you needed a friend to sit with. Tonight was no different.
Like a shadow, Loki emerged from the hallway in front of you, piercing eyes quickly landing on your curled up form in the darkness. He raised an eyebrow at you when you refused to even acknowledge him. âDear, would you like to go up to the roof? Away from prying ears?â He offered.
You shook your head, and shrunk further into yourself when he crossed the room to sit next to you. Loki looked a little uneasy, as it was rare that you were silent. Usually, he had to fight to get a word in when you were on a tangent. Not that he minded too much. Though he liked to talk, he held a certain fondness for listening to you.
Loki tried again to engage you. âWhy not? I know itâs a bit chilly tonight, but youâve never minded that before."
It was clear that the god wasnât going away until you gave him some kind of response, so you gritted your teeth and lied. âSorry, bud. I just feel sick, thatâs all.â You forced a laugh, but it sounded strained. âIâd rather stay close to the bathroom. Iâm not sure Tony would be too excited if I puked on his roof.â
Blue eyes stared into yours, and you could literally feel Loki not believing you. Of course the God of Mischief would be able to spot a lie from a mile away. Still, he didnât push the subject, something that you were grateful for. âAlright,â he said, leaning back into the couch. âWould you like me to sit with you?â
Fuck, you didnât want to have to reject his company a second time, but you really needed to be alone right now. Loki seeing you have a meltdown would be the last straw, and youâd just end up throwing yourself off of the Stark Tower. No, it was better this way. âThatâs okay, you get some rest. Iâm not gonna keep you up for something so small.â You still hadnât looked up, afraid that Loki would see the glimmer of tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. âBesides, you need your beauty sleep,â you tried to tease, but your voice came out flat and dull.
Loki thought for a second, then sighed. âAs your king, I override your decision. I will be staying here until youâre feeling well enough to sleep.â He waited expectantly, obviously ready for you to make some bratty quip about not being one of his subjects, but it never came. You just didnât have it in you.
Now that Loki had fully sunk down on the couch, his body was only inches from yours. You wanted so badly to lean into the heat of his side, to bury your face in the crook of his neck and let him cuddle your fears away. Instead of following your instincts, you squashed the daydream like a pesky bug. Nothing about Loki indicated that he was the cuddling type. Hell, heâd never so much as hugged you. He probably wasnât a big fan of physical touch.
Deep breaths, you told yourself. Just keep it together until youâre on your own. Thatâs when you stiffened. Loki had stretched a long arm around you, and was looking at you intently to gauge your reaction.
âIs this okay? Humans are very social creatures, touch can help provide some comfort if youâre feeling ill.â
Lokiâs scientific approach to the entire situation almost made you break out into laughter. Almost. Regardless, it was too hard to resist when you had such an open invitation. You scooted closer to the god and leaned against him, letting Loki hold you tight.
Before you could even try to stop yourself, you had burst into sobs. Something about being held had just broken the dam, and you were weeping uncontrollably into Lokiâs shirt, sputtering out apologies all the while.
Loki shushed you and held you tighter, and you couldâve sworn that you felt an aura of possessiveness in his embrace. âItâs okay,â he murmured into your hair. âIâm here to help.â
You didnât know how long you cried for, but when you were finally able to rein in the tears, you were horrified. Lokiâs shirt was soaked with snot and tears, and your face was most definitely swollen and blotchy with red spots. And, worst of all, you had just proven to him that you were weak, and not worth his time. This was a disaster.Â
Loki, hearing your sniffling come to a stop, pulled away to look at you, and bit his lip nervously before beginning to speak. âThereâs something I must confess to you. Seeing you now, trusting me with your vulnerability-â
You cut him off by jumping up from your seat, knocking his arms away from you. Like hell you were going to listen to the rest of his rejection. You already knew what he was going to say. That you were weak, that he no longer wanted anything to do with you. âListen, Loki,â you snarled, unable to mask the pain in your voice. âYou donât have to say it, I get it. Iâm gonna go to bed, you donât have to hang out with me anymore,â you said, rushing to get the words out before you died from humiliation.
Loki watched in bewilderment, his words of affection dying on his lips and you turned tail and ran out of the room. Rejected? By a mortal? He had never known such embarrassment. And you hadnât even had the good graces to let him finish. His heart began to darken with rage and shame. Of course you ran away, of course you didnât want to be with someone like him. No one did, he should be used to this kind of treatment by now. How foolish of him to think that you would be any different.
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I have many thoughts on the weird phenomena in the DC fandom and the Batfam fandom specifically where probably the majority of people just straight up. havenât interacted with the source material. and almost all of those thoughts can be summarized as âlmao thatâs weird and mildly concerningâ.
and because Iâm annoying I will list them all here right now <3
1. To preface this post, I mean, obviously, comics are inaccessible as all hell, both in the disability kind of way and the âyou need to understand the concept of hypertime to fully comprehend the DC timelineâ kind of way. Because of this, even if you donât have a disability that prevents you from reading comics, I donât think itâs unreasonable to look at the amount of comics you need to read to have even a base understanding of a character and go âno thanks <3Ⲡand just enjoy fanart and fanfic in a vacuum. Ultimately, this is fandom, this is supposed to be fun, it doesnât really matter.
2. That said, itâs VERY weird to me that the majority of this fandom just straight up hasnât interacted with the source material, and moreover, that itâs considered rude to tell people that they should do so. Itâs especially weird considering the amount of fanon-only fans Iâve seen who straight up have a superiority complex over canon. The idea that itâs gatekeeping to tell fans of something to actually interact with canon is just. so weird, and a fundamental misunderstanding of what âgatekeepingâ actually entails.Â
3. But honestly Iâm less interested in discussing the ways in which canon and fanon fans should interact with each other (personally, I think it would be helpful to create separate tags of some kind, but thatâd require quite a big overhaul of the current fandom state) than in figuring out how this actually happened in the first place. On the one hand, itâs obvious; long-running superhero comics the way DC writes them have made themselves so thoroughly inaccessible that most people are simply too daunted to even try. Most media has a cohesive beginning and end (or at least, a planned end somewhere). Comics just... donât.
But I do think it says something that, even among people who are clearly interested in the characters (since they have, you know, entire blogs about them), the effort to get into comics just seems to be too much to even bother. This really doesnât bode well for the future of DC Comics. Obviously, I am no expert on anything at all ever, but Iâd personally be surprised if DC survives beyond the few decades, at least in its current form/without a big overhaul.
4. But on the other hand, I donât think the confusing state of DC Comics is the only thing to blame here. Fandom has a well-known problem with reducing any character down to archetypes to more easily ship and write fic/make content with. This problem is particularly prominent in fanfic, which, if you read enough of it, youâll eventually start seeing not just the same tropes and trends, but essentially the same fics over and over again. And not just within the same fandom; everywhere, or every large fandom, at least.Â
Fanon Batfam is entirely built on a bunch of those tropes; insecure/depressed sadboy Tim, team mom with optional hidden trauma/emotional problems Dick, bad boy with a heart of gold + sadboy combo Jason, abused sadboy Damian/angry easily-villified-for-fic-reasons monster Damian, good dad Bruce for found family fic and bad dad Bruce for angst fic, etc. This all culminates in a found family dynamic thatâs generic and malleable to whatever fic the writer wants to write.
(This isnât getting into the ship fic, which I avoid like the plague because the vast majority of it is incest, but Iâd bet real actual money that the tropes in those fics fall under what is often preferred by the Migratory Slash Fandom.)
By having a decent excuse not to get into canon (the inaccessibility of comics) and a, by now, well-established fanon fandom, many fans feel free to use the batfam fandom as essentially an excuse to write whatever fic with reduced archetypes and tropes they personally feel the itch to write, without having to bother with even consuming a canon. This is compounded by the fact that canon itself is often contradictory and frankly bad, meaning that whatever interpretation of a character you want/need to go for your fic is at least theoretically backed up by canon (for example, you can just as easily cast Bruce as an abusive shithole dad who his kids need to get away from as a loving father figure who cares deeply for his children), which you can always use as a defense if people question your characterization.
5. This focus on fandom trends and tropes over actual creativity or care for the characters is also visible in the way bigotry manifests in this fandom; namely, in literally the exact way youâd expect. The female characters and characters of colour are shuffled to the side, non-existent, vilified, and/or reduced to harmful stereotypes.Â
Barbara is probably the one I saw the most often in fanfic, but usually just as âDickâs girlfriendâ, and even then, she was often vilified for Dick angst (especially in fics about examining Dickâs trauma from his canon sexual assault; Kori also often gets the short end of the stick in those). After that, probably Stephanie, who fanon fans donât really seem to know what to do with, so sheâs basically just there as comic relief waffle girl, most of the time, though sometimes she can be used to either further Tim angst or further vilify Tim, whatever the fic calls for. Cass has gotten included more in batfam fics as of late, likely in response to critiques of fandom racism for leaving her out, but again, itâs clear people donât actually know what to do with her. Sheâs often reduced to a racist stereotype of a quite, stoic therapist for whatever guy du jour needs it. That, or sheâs in Hong Kong and just not there. Duke especially gets left in the dust in fandom, usually just being non-existent, but when heâs there, heâs almost always nothing more than the straight man for the actual fun characters to play off of. Talia probably has it the worst, though, and almost universally gets vilified by fanon stans in order to write sadboy Damian.
All of this is extremely predictable behaviour and falls entirely in line with general fandom misogyny and racism; ignoring or vilifying women and characters of colour, or using them as very minor characters at best. The only two characters of colour who arenât regularly left out of fic are Dick and Damian, who are both also conveniently the two characters most often drawn and written in a whitewashed manner. In addition, thereâs a real trend of demonizing Damian in fanon fics where he isnât written as an abused sadboy, which Iâd argue is in no small part due to fandom racism, considering Damianâs behaviour is in no way as bad as Jasonâs, who doesnât get anywhere close to the same demonization and gets woobiefied instead. I also find it convenient that Damian is probably the batboy who receives the most vilification in fic, when heâs the most obviously non-white of the batboys theyâre willing to acknowledge.
Fandom often cries for more diversity in canon, only to ignore the diversity already there and focus on the same generic white guys. The batfam fandom is a brilliant example of this.
Which is not to say that fandom racism and misogyny isnât present in the canon parts of the fandom (and canon itself); it absolutely 100% is. But Iâve found that canon fans are also more likely to like and care about at least one of the characters Iâve listed as ignored/vilified, and are willing to create and consume content for them, whereas fanon fans... arenât, really. Iâve never seen a fan of fanon Cass the way Iâve seen fans of fanon Dick, for example. Obviously, this could just be by coincidence, or Iâve just surrounded myself with people like that, but itâs been a trend I noticed. Racism and misogyny is present in every part of this fandom and should be addressed as such, but I feel like it manifests the most blatantly in the fanon parts of this fandom.Â
(Iâd also recommend the articles Migratory Slash Fandomâs Focus and Beige Blank Slates, which expand more on the type of fandom racism I think is especially prominent in the batfam fandom, as well as literally every article in the What Fandom Racism Looks Like series.)
6. All this leads me to conclude that the majority of fanon fans donât actually like the characters all that much; theyâre convenient excuses for them to participate in fandom. Which I also think is, in no small part, a reason why so many of them react so negatively to being told to pick up a comic; they came to this fandom specifically to consume it as a fandom, because they wanted the fandom experience without having to consume a canon.Â
This is not a phenomena unique to the batfam fandom (again, see the Migratory Slash Fandom), but it does fascinate me. While fandom is often said to be an experience focusing on transformative art, I think itâs also safe to say that, especially as fandom has become more mainstream, an increasing amount of people are looking to it less as a way to engage with their favourite pieces of media, and more as a type of media in and of itself. I think the reasons for this are similar to the reasons mass media entertainment like the MCU are so popular; you gain a lot of enjoyment out of it with very little risk involved.Â
By consuming the same fics of the same characters (or the same archetypes) over and over again, you are rarely at risk of being challenged or even disappointed. Itâs often very clear right from the start whether or not a fic will appeal to you, and if it isnât, itâs easy to just look for another one. It requires less emotional investment than most other types of media, even âpopcorn mediaâ like the MCU - or, yes, DC Comics. Itâs safe, itâs enjoyable, itâs comforting, like McDonalds, but just like McDonalds, itâs ultimately bland and unsubstantial.Â
7, TL;DR. Ultimately, I donât think itâs like, wrong to enjoy the fanon version of the batfam without wanting to engage with canon, and I certainly donât think itâs okay to harrass people over it. But I do think itâs in large part based on a desire to interact with fandom rather than other pieces of media because people are scared of being let down by those pieces of media (or worse, just uninterested in actually thinking), which is mildly concerning.Â
#long post#my posts#infodumping#btw i say this as someone who also has trouble consuming much more than popcorn media/fanfic due to emotional exhaustion#but it's not a healthy habit and it's something people can and should try to break out of#also obviously this isn't about EVERY fanon fan specifically so if this doesn't apply to you specifically great then move on
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Wincest and J2 High School Fics
2028 AD by inlustwithsammyÂ
It's in 2028. Sam and Dean got reincarnated and they have no idea who they were in their past lives. They live a normal life as high school students. They grew up as best friends who live close to each other. Dean is still a playboy. Sam is still a nerd. Some things never change.
a first time for everything by riyku In which Jared announces that his family is moving, and Jensen suddenly becomes very concerned with time.
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch Me" by gothpandaotaku
Sam Winchester, the jaded new kid at school. Dean Winchester, the school badass who rides a motorcycle to school every morning. When they collide, sparks fly- the wrong kind. It's hate at first sight. But over time they find they have a lot more in common than they thought...
All The Other Kids  by AureaMediocritas  Dean and Sam roll into another high school. The first weeks through five students' eyes.    Â
Baby Steps by cherie_morte   AU: Jared is nine years old when his mom marries Jensen's dad.
The Ballad of the Invisible Boy by dollylux   This is a story of adolescence. This is a love letter for the slow burn, for Led Zeppelin, for the 90s. This is the first of two sets of stories about how Sam and Dean didnât fall in love. They never had to. It was always there, this desperation between them, like a real, breathing thing. When they came together, it was inevitable. As sure as continents colliding, as the phases of the moon and the life and death of stars. This isnât a love story, but itâs a story of love.SeriesPart 1 of Invisible Boy.
Becoming What We Pretend To Be by locknkey In a fit of pique Sam brags to his high school friends that he can get Dean as his boyfriend. Dean's never been able to say no to Sam. Pretense is a slippery-slope when you're romancing your brother and it's all too easy to for the lines between what's real and what's fake to become blurred.
Bend and Break by Winmance If Jared had to describe his life, he would say that his life is lonely. Between the bullying and his parents lack of interest, the only true joy he has is Jensen, the baseball player with who he's having sex. But everybody has a limit and Jared is about to find out his own.
Best Birthday Ever by ballsdeepinwinchesters prompted for: w[ee]cestiel + bottom!Sam For Samâs sixteenth birthday, he only asked for one thing. He didnât want a car, or money, or even a dog (Dean hates dogs). All Sam wanted was to get f***** by Dean and his friend, Cas.
Bitchface No.5 by bookworm1805Â Â There's a new kid in school and Sam is being a bitch, but Dean doesn't see how the two things are related.5 stars
The Craziest Thing by thefourofswords Sam and Dean find themselves de-aged back to 18. The only solution anybody seems to have is to go back to high school.
Crown and Anchor Me (or let me sail away) by Sena Sam Winchester is fifteen years old, at yet another new high school in yet another state, he doesn't get along with his distant, distracted father, he's figuring out that he likes guys just as much as he likes girls, his clothes never fit and his limbs ache at the joint ever since his growth spurt started, he has to study for the PSAT and, oh yeah, he's a little bit in love with his brother, Dean, who's taken a break from hunting monsters to work at a local garage for minimum wage.
Flagstaff by  Linden John tracked Sam down in Flagstaff, four days after he got home to find him gone.
Go, Dean... by orphan_account Prompt: Teenage Dean joining the football team and Sammy cheering him in the stands, Dean calling him his little cheerleader and making him wear the outfit while he rides his big brother... How's that for enduring football?
âThought you wanted to be my little cheerleader, Sammy,' Dean said, tossing the gathered supplies onto the bed and crawling back between Samâs legs. His lips sealed themselves to Samâs, and he kissed him breathlessly. 'Loved watching you bounce up and down out on the field, everyone watching you, wishing you were theirs.'â
Good as New  by sixtysevenlmpala  When an asshole at Dean and Sam's high school breaks Dean's amulet, he doesn't react well. But as always, Sam's there to make it better.
Hope You Don't Mind by compo67Â Jared has no problems being an introvert in a family of extroverted women. He enjoys his alone time as a freshman in high school... that is until signs for prom start showing up. With both his sisters going, he begins to wonder if maybe his time alone is a little lonely.
I'll Give You What You Like by soulmatecest Jared is, by all means, the worst cheerleader in the world.He absolutely fucking sucks; Jensenâs not even sure how he made it to the cheer squad and why would anyone take a look to his really bad dancing moves and still think âoh yeah, we definitely need to get some of that for the team.âJared is honestly a disaster at this.And yet, Jensen has done pretty much nothing apart from staring at him most of the game as Jared dances terribly in a short skirt. Because even if Jared sucks, heâs also the most beautiful omega Jensen has ever seen.
The Jock and The Nerd by JuniperLemon Unrelated Wincest High School AU. Sam and Dean go to the same school. Dean asks the school nerd, Sam, on a date. Little do they know that it'll lead to so much more. Is there more behind Sam than what meets the eye and how will John react to Dean's bisexuality?
Kiss Me by lotrspnfangirl Worst case scenario: Jensen would be freaked out and spend the next three weeks until graduation, completely avoiding Jared and not speaking to him. And as much as that would hurt⌠It was only a dollar to get a kiss from Jensen at the kissing booth.
Little Pieces by compo67Â Jensen the Bad Influence is better known as the town hellraiser. He stays out late, skips class, and takes bets on chess games after school. His partner in crime happens to be Jared, raised in a strict Catholic-Protestant household, and reigning chess champion. Together, they've skimmed five hundred dollars from their classmates with no end in sight.If they can survive high school, conquering the rest of the world must be a piece of cake.It just happens that the world has something else in store for them--something no one planned for in a million years.
Mr High School by kinkylittlered This is for a bingo competition on livejournal. Each chapter has prompts. AU Sam is a popular boy in high school and Dean is an invisible boy who is coming to terms with his sexuality. Each chapter will have different warning, eventually leading to slash
Putting On A Show by BewareTheIdes15Â Lightning fast Dean's grin slants into sly and Sam's stomach lurches hard enough that his lungs get jealous and jump in on the action. Without so much as a glance in Samâs direction for approval, Dean lifts one shoulder and says, "I'll make out with Sam."
Say the Words by dollylux A new boy rolls into town, and Jensen Notices. (And... his girlfriend notices him noticing.)
Touch and Go by versaillesatnight Dean Winchester doesnât date. He fucks around, sure, but the whole dating thing? Heâs never seen the appeal. Enter Sam.
Verses Like Yours and Mine by rivers_bend Sam and Dean are regular brothers--no hunting, no demons--who fall in love anyway.
White Knight by echoes_of_another_life Jensen is a senior and protects shy freshman Jared, who is being bullied.
Worth It by saltandbyrne Turns out the only thing more uncomfortable than sitting through class with a half-woody and a pair of panties wedged up your ass is doing it while your panties are soaking wet from your brother's mouth.(Sam is 14).
You Didn't Listen When You Went To School by Posse Magnet (rhink_is_my_kink)Â The kids at school know the new Winchester brothers are different. Everything about them is strange. From the way Dean effortlessly completes any physical challenge that gym class can throw at him without even breaking a sweat. To the way Sam is the smartest kid in all his classes, even though he's a freshman, and all his classes are college-level and full of seniors. But the most peculiar thing about the Winchesters, the thing that everyone notices: the way they come tumbling out of empty classrooms, closets, bathroom stalls, untidy hair, messy clothes, cheeks flushed with a color thatâs almost as intense as the color of their lips.
you're a real f*ing page-turner by grace_fully Jared's days pretty much all run together, one big muddy mess of emotional turmoil and confusion and shitty friends and shittier classes. not to mention that his best friend is equal parts awesome and a complete jerk, his little sister is also kind of a jerk, and he thinks privately that someday his books are going to be the only thing to stand by him in the end. luckily, life has a way of turning things around on him.
Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell by sonofabiscuit77 While the Winchesters are living in a small-town trailer park, sixteen year old Sam accidentally spies on his brother with an older man. The discovery triggers feelings in Sam that lead him and Dean down a path which will change their lives forever.
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Your Hisoka headcanons were so goodđ and i completely agree with all of them- I wanted request something, u can ignore if u want. đ
I am just thinking of a scenario where Hisoka got hurt, by someone who 'cheated' in the fight maybe, and his first instinct was to go to his 'friend's place. And Reader helps him without hesitation, they're even worried and stuff. And he is just like "are they just so naive or dumb? Kind? What do they get from this? And tf is this feeling in my chest? A poison maybe-" Maybe hcs? Or an oneshot? Whatever you like to do. Have a good day or night!:)đ damn i wrote too much lol sorry
This warms my heart. Thank you SO MUCH for your support!!! And no, you did not write too much! I love having my ego stroked ;) đ seriously tho I love hearing from you guys!
I love this prompt. I hope that I was able to bring this to life for you, please feel free to request more!
To be honest, Iâm not really happy with how this turned out, but I havenât written in a long time and feel really rusty. I may rewrite it at some point, because I thought of a different way this could also go! At any rate, I hope you enjoy it.
Word Count: 2880 (yeh, itâs a long one :o)
A little song inspiration I had:
As The World Caves In: Matt Maltese
Hisoka x Reader One-Shot: The Man Beneath the Monster
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Well... this wasn't supposed to happen.
Currently, the jester of everyone's nightmares lay on the ground, golden eyes staring up at the dull night sky while shrapnel and debris etched patterns into his back, remnants of the attack he'd just barely survived. Hisoka didn't normally have much of a problem mowing through his opponents- but then again, they usually didn't possess the ability to play with their enemy's mind. It was insanely unfair, the way he'd been attacked, and while it had been an interesting battle to say the least, Hisoka had barely pulled through.
Admittedly, he was invigorated by the feeling of almost being beaten- save for the searing pain that inched its way through every nerve in his body. Hisoka wasn't usually so affected by pain in general- in fact, more often than not, it gave him a certain indescribable gratification. He tended to brush off the feeling of most wounds he obtained during battle, distracting himself with shuffling his cards or fantasizing about the next battle he'd be facing. Only this time, if he didn't get help, he wasnât sure there would BE another battle.
Hisoka strained himself to sit up, and looked down at his body, analyzing just how much damage he'd sustained. A deep gash opened up his chest, revealing glimpses of the muscular content underneath, and it was oozing a lot of blood. His arms and legs were burned, and some of the skin was a little charred, which smelled just lovely against the night breeze.
This is going to be difficult to cover with Texture Surprise... he thought, forcing himself a bit angrily to his feet, when he heard the cracking of the joints in his left ankle, indications of a break. He needed medical attention, badly. His gash wasn't going to heal itself, and he would bleed to death within hours if it didnât get bandaged.
But where could he go? Hospitals wouldn't dare take him- even though he was a hunter, most people wouldn't be caught within miles of him, let alone would provide him any remedy. In fact, most people thought the world would be better off if he were dead anyway.
Maybe they were right.
He chuckled a little at the thought, but as he tried to brush those creeping inner fears off, he soon realized that his normal detached approach wasn't going to work this time. Already, his legs were getting weaker, and his vision was getting a little darker by the second. In that moment of weakness, when he felt the most vulnerable, the magician was puzzled by the singular thought that came to his mind.
Y/N.
She was a girl heâd encountered more than a few times in his travels; not by accident, but through carefully orchestrated meetings he initiated himself. She was strong in his eyes, which was not a compliment that he offered freely, especially to someone who didnât regularly seek out altercations to smash their enemies. She was strong in a different way- not because of her nen or battle tactics- but because of her resolve. He found it intriguing that she didnât run at the sight of him (even when he popped up behind her in the park), and he liked that she wasn't afraid to tell him exactly where he could shove his cards, if warranted. Y/N was appealing to him in an indescribable way that made him continue to think up excuses to meet her ârandomlyâ- but he could never put his finger on what it was that made her unique. However, through brief conversations and what he considered to be highlights of his travels, heâd gotten to know her only a little, but he hardly had enough contact with her to call her a âfriendâ.
It wasn't like she had any special sort of healing nen. She probably couldn't help him anyway. But if he did bleed out, and his last thought had to be of something...l it might as well be of her.
The pink-haired clown looked to the city up ahead in the distance- he was close to her house already. It didn't take him long to get there; Y/N lived on the outskirts of town in a small place away from most other homes.
It was a place he knew well, although he'd never been inside. He'd spent more than a few long nights watching the residence from the rooftop of a distant neighboring home as he denied his human emotions. He often watched her pack groceries, or try to figure out why her porch light wasn't working (which he certainly had nothing to do with), or watch TV on the couch all alone.
Hisoka quite liked those stupid romantic comedies that played late at night on the local channel. His only opportunity to watch them was through her window- and in his mind, he was sure that she left the subtitles on because she can somehow sense his presence. She usually fell asleep watching those, and missed the part where the hero gets the girl. He always watched that part with particular interest, but he can't figure out what makes the protagonists so special to each other. If there was a feeling that caused them to sacrifice so much for one another⌠he sure didnât know what it could be.
But he's not a hero, so why would he know what that feels like?
As Hisoka reached her door and lifted his hand to the doorknob, not bothering to knock, a pang of what could only be anxiety ripped through him. It was well past 2 AM, and he knew she had things to do early in the morning. Their previous encounters had been abnormal, to say the least, complete with him teasing her and being a douchebag. He's been nothing but an annoyance to Y/N, so why would she help him?
As soon as he was about to pull his hand away, the door swung open, revealing a disheveled looking y/n in its place. Hisoka was bent over in pain, holding his chest, but as she startled him a little, he straightened up and put on his mask, acting complacent and confident. He wanted to say something smart and witty like he always does- that always helped to bat the pain away. But his lips wouldn't move- his tongue wouldn't function as he stared at her, unable to reach out in a way that normal humans seem to find so easy.
He felt frozen in that moment. He was normally so deliberately irreverent, but seeing the look on her face made his blood run cold.
Donât let her see this weakness. It was a plea to himself.
But Hisoka had no choice. He was broken, and he needed her to fix him. He wasnât used to depending on someone else to save his life, but now his life rested in the hands of someone who most likely despised him.
"...Hisoka." Y/N breathed, her eyes widening as she placed a hand over her open mouth. Only seconds passed before her delicate hands were pulling him inside the door without hesitation. She didn't bother to ask what happened, what kind of trouble he'd gotten into, or whether she would also be in danger. Instead, she sat him down on the couch, laying a pillow under his head for comfort, which he annoyingly refused to use until he absolutely couldnât hold his head up any longer.
Hisoka was a bit dazed from the loss of blood, and the crimson river was flowing all over y/n's lightly colored couch. He was puzzled by the swiftness of her reaction, and he watched tepidly as she shuffled frantically through the drawers in the bathroom for something to heal him. Though he was on the brink of death, his default deflection of emotions still shone through, a reflex that he didnât even mean to activate.
âI donât need your help, you know.â He said with an impudent grin, watching as she began to work on his wounds. âItâs just a scratch. But I can see how badly you want to touch meâŚâ Why was he like this? Here she was, giving up everything to help him (a criminal and the scum of the Earth),yet he canât so much as even show her an iota of gratitude. He knows, but will never admit that it comes from his inner vulnerability; that fear of getting hurt by these things called emotions. She could just as easily let him bleed to death in front of her; he knows she has the capability to be stone cold. But she wonât⌠why?
Why?
Y/N could have easily let Hisokaâs false complacency hurt her. But she knows that what he cannot express in his words, his heart cannot truly hide. It was the way he was built, she told herself, and she pushed on through his antics because she wanted to see him safe again. Through the laceration in his tough exterior, she could not only see the flesh beneath, but a glimpse of the man he tried to hide using the monster that he assumed everyone saw.
But she was different.
The jester was confused by her silence. Normally, she would have retorted at his smugness, but right now, she didnât even seem concerned with it as she began to fumble with cleaning his wounds. The alcohol seared his flesh just as the emotions boiling within him burned his heart. Why would she ever care to help him when heâs been nothing but rude and degrading to her? Could it be that she really can see through the detached front and overbearing persona? Impossible, heâs spent years building that reputation!
Suddenly, he became enthralled with the way Y/Nâs eyes focused on threading the needle to sew up his gash. The way that those fingertips danced over his pale skin made him jolt unexpectedly at her touch, exhibiting a softness that Hisoka has never known before. In fact, he canât even fathom someone wanting to touch him without the intention to hurt him in some way.
The details slowly became a blur in his depressed mental state- but he still analyzed every motion Y/N made.
Oddly, the promised sting of death had never scared Hisoka before; he did as he pleased, without care for his own life nor anyone elseâs. But as his vision faded, and he watched her through the gaze of someone nearing death, he realized that he did not want to leave this world yet. He wanted to live- and maybe he wanted to discover and experience what heâd been missing in those movies heâd watched through her window.
With that, Hisokaâs heart began to beat faster.
Blood loss. Thatâs what it is⌠Hisoka thought; but he wasnât stupid; only unwilling to admit that he was beginning to exhibit the same qualities he saw in the protagonists of those hopeless romantic flicks. He was unable to accept that the tightening in his chest was not just because of her stitches pulling his lacerated skin together.
âAre they dead? Did you kill them?â Her voice brought him out of the trance-like state he was in, and his golden eyes focused on her face. Her hands were covered in his blood (which in itself made him feel delightfully feverish), but his gash had been mended, the bleeding stopped for now. Once again, he didnât say anything. It was unusual for the smug magician to keep his mouth shut.
âBecause if you didnât kill them, Iâm going to.â A protective tone dripped into her voice, bewildering Hisoka again. That quality in her voice was both threatening and comforting, and the duality sent a chill up his spine. It inspired him to use his voice, though it had lost some of its signature modulation.
âYou have that little faith in meâŚâ A cough escaped his lips before he could smile as if nothing was bothering him at all. âOf course I killed them, my dear.â Somehow, calling her âdearâ no longer felt right; that was typically a placeholder, a default name to use for someone he had no connection with, and she seemed to be worthy of more than that now.
As Y/N suddenly dipped to her knees, Hisoka refrained from any lewd thoughts that he normally might have had in such a situation. That sensation in his chest was too distracting to allow this memory to be defiled with something he often indulged in fantasies of. She began to slide the high-heeled shoe off of his swollen foot to wrap it. She began to struggle with ripping the fabric sheâd gathered to act as a cast for the bone.
Surely, she knows who I am. Why would she bother to help someone like me? What is she gaining? She knows that with the flip of a card, I could end her life. Sheâs not even protecting herself in any way. Sheâs leaving her guard down right in front of me.
Perhaps it was his dark desire to set fear into everyone he came across, or his distorted need to drive away anyone who might care for him, but his body suddenly acted on its own. By instinct, almost as if it were a test of her intention, a card spawned between his middle and index finger, which was right against her neck. With just a slight movement of his knuckles, he could spill her blood. His golden eyes analyzed the way she froze for a moment, and he believed that to be the end of this fragile trust between them. That was until she lifted the fabric she was holding, sliding it along the edge of the card, and cutting it to the perfect length.
âThanks.â She spoke, beginning to wrap and set the ankle in place.
At that small motion, Hisokaâs discretionary eyes widened, and his lips fell open in surprise. Rather than interpreting his advance as an attack, sheâd innocently taken it as an offer of his help. Was this a joke? Was she stupid enough to trust him, or was she bold enough to outsmart his games? Was Y/N this confident that he wouldnât just kill her? This naive girl at his feet seemed to be the only person in this convoluted world who didnât see him as a disgusting, heartless monster⌠and that warmed his icy heart.
âIâm surprised this hasnât happened before. I know youâre graceful, but high heels are always a recipe for a broken ankle.â She offset the pain of wrapping those bones by talking to him all through the procedure, and it worked wonders. He scoffed, but by that time, Hisokaâs snide comments and emotion-killing thoughts had been expended. Somehow, sheâd broken through the barrier that heâd spent so long building around himself.
Unable to ignore his whims anymore, Hisoka reached out to touch Y/Nâs hair, the soft delicate strands pleasing his senses. Itâs the only movement he can make now, his body weakened from the loss of blood. His gilded eyes were barely open, but they looked directly into hers with an unfamiliar realization. His hand travelled weakly down her face, caressing her cheek with the most delicate touch he could muster, and held her head in his large hand as she froze there. He wondered for a moment if she was afraid, or if something deeper that he cannot see calms her.
A small, genuine smile is all he could muster for her before his hand dropped to the side of the couch, the same couch he watched her curl up on most nights. For once, itâs not a smirk, and itâs not a smug smile- but something she has never seen before- a true smile with good intention behind it. His eyes closed, with uncertainty that they would open in the morning.
After sheâd finished her work, she stood up, and looked down at him. The only remaining light in the room was the silent flicker of the television set in the background, which illuminated both of their faces.
âI need you to be alright, Hisoka,â She cooed, unable to know if he could still hear her. He didnât know if she even realized how much he wanted to kill her right now, because the way her kindness was attacking his heart while his chest was already sliced open was something he should not excuse.
As Y/Nâs final healing gesture, she bent over his body gracefully. He was taken off guard when he felt the feathery soft sensation of her lips on his forehead, the kiss of an angel on his clammy skin. As she went to pull away, however, she was startled by the lunge of Hisokaâs hand initiating a death grip on her wrist. He used the last bit of his strength to pull her lips into his, causing her to lose balance and be forced to brace on either side of the couch cushion below him. His lips were cold, but Y/N graciously returned the sensation, and boldly moved to embrace both sides of his face with her mending hands. Before she pulled away, and he passed out, she felt that same smile against her lips.
And in that moment, before he fades away, Hisoka realizes what heâs been missing.
Y/N.
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Hmm... part two? I KNOW, itâs super freakinâ sappy. I could have taken a lighthearted approach to this (and maybe I will later), but I wanted to kind of challenge myself to write a more depth-driven version of Hisoka. Maybe I bit off a little more than I can chew :0.
Anyway, let me know what you think, and once again thanks to anon for the request! Hope you all enjoyed!
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take me home
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jj maybank x reader, rafe cameron x reader
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a/n: well well well iâm trying a short series for the first time! itâs a fake dating trope, because i just read the to all the boys iâve loved before series and now iâm a sucker for fake dating. i donât think thereâll be too many parts, iâll fit plenty into each chapter. i really hope you like these.Â
Rafe Cameron loves to get on your nerves. Heâll watch you squirm as he hits on you everytime you swing by the Cameron residence, and he has admitted to your face that he enjoys it. You donât see the appeal. You do, however, see the appeal in smacking his creepy sneer off his face.Â
But youâre almost 100% sure that would turn him on.Â
It doesnât help that youâve known Rafe since before you were potty trained, and it sure as hell isnât helping that the boy who shamelessly attempts to touch you whenever youâre near him is nothing like the boy who used to pick flowers for you and sit with you while you braided them into flower crowns. It doesnât help that you loved him first. Long before he changed, morphed into a boy you would give anything to be far, far away from. You canât be near him, it makes your heart break all over again.
All over again, you experience the pain of when he stopped smiling at you in the hallways in the beginning of freshman year. All of the pain of that midnight call from Sarah, telling you she found Rafe unconscious on the bathroom floor with the coke still on his nose, and she didnât know what to do. All of that pain, every time you have to see a boy you thought you once knew.Â
Rafe always had it the worst. Out of all the kooks in your little group: you, Rafe, Kie, Sarah and occasionally Topper, Rafe had always had it the worst.Â
Finances were never one of your problems, but when you live on Figure 8, you find thereâs a lot more to be worried about than cocktail parties and marble foyers. The dream image that families like the Cameronâs or the Thorntonâs have up of the perfect, kook family is just that.
A dream. Part of the Cameronâs intimidation and rule over this side of the island comes from the twisted stories ladies in stilettos will whisper about at parties.Â
Girls like you and Sarah, boys like Topper, they do alright. They hold up under scrutinization, under haughty, judging stares. People like Rafe crack.Â
People that were like Rafe crack. They break, and the shards of who they used to be reassemble into something new. People that were like Rafe turn into who he is now.Â
Rafe Cameron loves watching you squirm. Thatâs what heâs doing today, whistling at you as you lift a hand to block out the sun, hiking across the lawn to where Sarah is lounging.Â
âLooking good, Y/l/n!â He cups his hands around his mouth. You flip him off in response, almost as if itâs second nature. He salutes you back.Â
âSarah!â You call out, trying not to trip over floppy $70 sandals as you stand over her chaise, casting a shadow over her.Â
âBitch, move, youâre blocking the sun.â She swatted a hand at you.Â
âI have a proposition.â You settled your hands on your hips, sticking your elbows out. Sarah groaned, lifting her sunglasses up into her hair and propping herself up on her elbows.Â
âNothing good has ever happened any time you started with that line.â âIt gets you to listen, doesnât it?â You sat near her legs. She sighed.Â
âOkay, shoot.â âYes, okay, so thereâs this party tonight, and I really, really need someone to go with me.â You began hesitantly.Â
âThatâs all? Yeah, Iâm free tonight- âThatâs not all.â You winced. âItâs not exactly, like, a kook party?âÂ
Sarah frowned. âWhat does that mean?â âI guess you could say itâs kind of the opposite of a kook party.âÂ
Her eyes widened. âItâs a pogue party? You want us to go to a pogue party?â âNot all of us! Just me and you! The boys will never find out.â âWhy do you want to go so bad, anyways?âÂ
âI was,â you paused, searching for the right word, âinvited.â âInvited?â âI promised someone Iâd be there. And I also promised youâd be with me.â You boop her nose.Â
Sarah sat up fully, swinging her legs over the chaise so she was sitting next to you.Â
âIâll go with you,â she flicks you when you cheer, âbut I have a few conditions.âÂ
You nod dutifully. âYes. Anything. I accept.â âOkay, first, Rafe and Topper, and subsequently Kelce, will never hear about this. Topper will die of shame, and I think Rafe will disown me.â âI donât think you can disown your sibling.â âWell, then, heâll be super disappointed. In both of us. He likes you more than he likes me.â âIâd be glad to get your brother to like me a little bit less. Maybe I could walk in your house without being catcalled. Sorry. No offense.âÂ
âNone taken. I donât like him either.â Sarah shoves your shoulder with hers. âDo you promise?â She sticks out a thumb towards you.
Itâs a tradition youâve kept since you were in the 6th grade, when Rafe decided the pinky promises you made were too childish for middle school and rallied the boys into teasing anyone who made them. Thumby promises were your escape.Â
You hold up your thumb but hesitate to link it with hers, pulling it back at the last second. âHereâs the thing, I wonât tell anyone anything, but I canât promise someone at the party wonât tell them. Also, what if they just show up? They go to these all the time.â Â
Sarah shrugs. âWell, if they show up, then they canât really be mad at us for being there. Okay, just promise you wonât tell them.â She shakes her thumb at you again, and this time you hook yours into it.Â
âPromise. What are your other conditions?â âRight, the second is I get to borrow your pink bikini next time we go to the beach.â âDone.â âAnd lastly, you have to tell me who you promised.â
âWhat?â You blink at her. âYou said you promised someone that we would be there. Who? Was it that one boy? The Maybank boy? Oh, what did we call him?â She scrunches her eyes shut to remember before she snaps. âGoldilocks!âÂ
Your cheeks flush red at her insinuation. Sarah might be the only person who knows about your 9th grade five-month-long obsession with JJ Maybank, sparked by your first kiss in a custodial closet. You wouldnât go so far as to say you had loved him, but it was an intense crush. Sarah had dubbed him Goldilocks after his phase of weirdly long hair. It ended abruptly, you just forgot all about him. You donât remember what made you forget.Â
âNo, no, of course not. Ew, Sarah.â You shook your head. âIt was Kiara.âÂ
Sarahâs eyes furrowed. âKiara? Why would she want us around?âÂ
âI guess she wants to make amends?â âOkay, maybe with you, but I can guarantee Kiara wasnât asking you to bring me.â âMaybe so. But someone there was asking for you.â âNo, Y/n, no, Iâm still with Topper.â âOh, come on! Itâs so obvious you both have a thing for each other. He was asking if youâd come, what was I supposed to say?â âNo!â
âOkay, well, you already promised that youâd come, and I met all of your conditions so you donât really have a choice.â You tipped your head at Sarah.Â
âFuck you.â She muttered. âAlright, fine. Iâll pick you up at 10.âÂ
âYes! Okay, bye, Iâll see you tonight!â You grabbed her before she could swat you away and kissed her cheek goodbye. You patted her cheek and rushed off.Â
âWhat, no bye-bye kiss for me?â Rafe called to you. âFuck off, Rafe.âÂ
When Sarah came, 30 minutes later than she was supposed to, you were waiting on the steps of your house.Â
âFinally!â You yanked the car door open and crashed in the passenger seat.Â
âSorry!â She pulled out of the driveway. âRafe was interrogating me while I was trying to leave.âÂ
âJust floor it, Kiara wonât stop texting me.â âNothing interesting ever happens at a party before 11, anyways.âÂ
Sarah was wrong.Â
The second you pull up to the kegger, the crowd surrounding Rafe is already very obvious. Sarah grabs your hand, hustling you to the front of the crowd. Heâs tossing around in the sand, trying to pin down JJ Maybank.Â
âHow did he get here before us?â âBecause you were half an hour late!â You canât help but point out the obvious.Â
âJust help me, okay?â Sarah times herself against their wrestling, charging forward to grab Rafeâs arm when he draws it back to deliver a blow to JJ.Â
âRafe, stop! Stop!â She shouts, and always right behind her, you put your palms on his chest and push him back. You look back at Kiara who is tugging away JJ, but he stumbles, startled. His jaw is clenched and as she pulls him, he glances at you.
In that one glance is a split second of recognition, shock and confusion, before the moment passes and heâs forgotten you again. Closely followed by a medley of angry shouts and shoving from his friends. âFucking kooks.â He mutters.Â
You turn back to Rafe, who is ready to explode on Sarah. âWhat the hell are you doing here?â âWhat the hell are you doing here, Rafe? At least we were invited!âÂ
Youâve heard this conversation at least a hundred times, and you know how it ends. Bored of it already, you wipe your red cheeks and leave them to argue.Â
This night has gone to shit and you havenât even talked to Kiara yet. Youâve collapsed on a log to watch the waves crash and pull back when he sits next to you.
âY/n Y/l/n. Well, damn. Itâs been a while.â âA while? Try 2 years.âÂ
JJ scoffs. âYeah, and whoâs fault is that?âÂ
That shuts you up.
Youâve questioned yourself for two years about JJ. It was a short-lived story, but one full of young love, peeking glances and shy conversations. It was sweet and careless, and you believe something in your brain is blocking out the reasons it ended.Â
The reasons you ignored him in the hallway the same way Rafe ignored you.Â
The one thing you canât block out is the lingering feeling. The warm, fuzzy butterflies of those small smiles and stuttered sentences. You feel them again when anyone brings him up. You felt them when Sarah guessed that he invited you here.Â
Maybe you wished he did.Â
You feel them now as you look at him up close for the first time in forever. And theyâre stronger.Â
The butterflies are stronger than they used to be.Â
And that is how you stop questioning yourself, that is how you know that some part of your heart will always belong to JJ Maybank.Â
You press your lips together and stare at him for a second longer.Â
âStop looking at me like that.â He ends your moment of bliss earlier than you had hoped.Â
âLike what?â âLike you donât recognize me. Like you donât know me.âÂ
You sniff. âJJ, I donât think I do.âÂ
JJ kicks the sand under his feet.
âThatâs bullshit. You know me.â âI knew you. I knew 14 year old you.â You correct him.Â
âHave I really changed that much?â He laughs.
 âYou have, you know?â He keeps going when you say nothing. âI had such a big fucking thing for you, god.â
âYeah, it was mutual.â âI know!â He exclaims, excited, then tries again, softer. âI know.âÂ
âAnd then, you just ditched me.â He says abruptly.Â
âThatâs not what- âThatâs exactly what happened!â He interrupts, turning to look at you with wide eyes.Â
âYou just cut me out of your life. What, did you outgrow a pogue? Only rich boys are good enough for the kook princess?â His tone gets more and more aggressive.Â
âIâm telling you, that is not how it happened.â You insist.Â
âOkay, you know what, okay,â JJ turns towards you, scratching his head. âSo, if thatâs not what happened, then what was it? Because it hurt, Y/n. It hurt so fucking bad.âÂ
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to hurt you.â âI donât need an apology, I want to know what I did. Why did you stop wanting to be around me?â
The questions brings your racing mind to a full stop. You had been praying he wouldnât ask.Â
You donât have an answer for him.Â
âI donât- I genuinely donât know, JJ. It just stopped, okay?â âThatâs more BS. Things just donât end. I get it now. I get what happened. I get your reasons.â He begins nodding.Â
JJ looks up then, and his face tightens, jaw clenching the same way it did after the fight.Â
âAnd one of those reasons is walking this way.âÂ
You turn to see what heâs looking at, and Rafe Cameron is stumbling towards you two. You turn to ask JJ what that means, when Rafe grabs your shoulder and nearly flings you back around to look at him. You can smell the beer on his breath.Â
âY/n, what are you doing with this guy? Iâve been looking for you all night!â He grabs your wrist. âCâmon, weâre going.â He slurs, trying to drag you away.Â
âRafe, stop!â You pull back your wrist, stunning him for a second. âIâm not going with you. Tell Sarah Iâll get a ride with Kiara.âÂ
He tightens his grasp on you. âTo what, spend more time with this asshole? Letâs go.â He growls.Â
âLet go of me, Iâm not coming with you!â You use your other hand to try and force Rafeâs grip off your wrist. âIâm sick of this, Rafe!â You finally push him off of you and he stumbles back, sobering up a little.Â
âIâm so sick of this!â You stumble over your words. âYouâre scaring me! Who the hell are you, Rafe? Who are you?â You pull the loose hair that the wind has blown over your face out of the way. âDonât- donât touch me. Iâm not coming with you. Donât touch me.âÂ
You canât tell if Rafe is sober right now or not, but you pray heâs not. If heâs high, then maybe heâll forget what you just said to him. If heâs high, maybe the next time you have to see him, you wonât have to see the wounded look he gives you now. âY/n,â he starts towards you, but he doesnât reach for you. His eyes are sad when he speaks again. âIâm sorry.âÂ
He reaches for you now. âIâm sor-âShe said donât touch her.âÂ
JJ has steps in front of you as you scramble back, effectively blocking you from Rafe.Â
âGet out of the way, Maybank.â âShe said donât touch her. She wonât be going with you, so you can leave now. Head on out, cowboy.â JJ gives him a fake smile, one you can hear in his voice.Â
âThis doesnât concern you, pogue.â Rafe spits.Â
âGo home, Rafe.â Your voice comes out strong. You try to move around JJ, but he uses his arm to keep you tucked behind him.Â
âWhat, youâre protecting pogues now, Y/n? What is this, is he your boyfriend or something?â Rafe snickers.Â
JJ glances back at you before he turns to Rafe and confidently says, âYeah. I am.âÂ
Your eyes grow to the size of saucers, mimicking Rafeâs expression.Â
âWhat the fuck?â Rafe mumbles.Â
âYeah, so why donât you leave now. Iâll be taking Y/n home.â JJâs voice is stone cold.Â
âY/n, is this true? Are you dating this fucker?â Rafe jabs a finger in JJâs chest, staring him down but speaking to you. The hand JJ is using to keep you back moves up to pinch your side when you glance at him.Â
âYeah. Yeah, itâs true.âÂ
Rafe laughs slowly, one of disbelief. âJesus Christ, Y/l/n. You know what, you deserve each other.â He backs away slowly, then turns and storms out of sight.Â
JJ turns around and his mouth opens and closes, but he says nothing.Â
âY/n, Iâm sorry, I just wanted him to leave you alone without starting something, Iâm- âItâs fine, Maybank.â You run a hand through your hair.Â
âItâs fine, just. Just take me home.âÂ
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say yes to the plus one
the sequel to say yes to the drinks. which you should read first. i am so tired. just have it.Â
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ship: geraskier
warnings: none
editing: ish
words: over 3k but under 4k
genre: floof
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After getting drinks with Geralt, Jaskier could not stop thinking about him. He found himself taking more time with his appearance each morning - something that he hadn't even thought would be possible - hoping that Geralt would come into the store.
But Geralt still hadnât come into Kleinfelds since the day of his trunk show. Jaskier tried not to be disappointed. He knew that he was very busy and it had been a one off that he had even met him in the first place.
Still, he couldnât help but think that the two of them had something. There must have been some sort of chemistry between the two of them. Why else had Geralt asked him to get drinks after he had made that awful slip up with the magic fingers? Surely, he must feel something for him.
He had been texting Jaskier though, so Jaskier knew that he was at least still interested. Every message that he got wishing him a good morning or about some funny wedding dress design or of a picture of Geraltâs Pomeranian, Roach, made his heart flutter. There just had to be a future for them, right?
So, Jaskier went through yet another day of busy appointments at Kleinfelds, hoping that he would run into Geralt.
Late May into early June was always a busy time for them. Jaskier didn't personally understand the appeal of getting married in a zillion degree heat, but to each their own. This was by far his least favorite part of the year though. He spent every hour at work on his feet, hardly getting a break as he rushed from appointment to appointment: checking on alterations, making sure that every bride was getting their dream dress, and providing tweaks to designs when necessary to prevent bridal meltdowns.
It was nothing short of exhausting.
âJaskier!â Camille, one of the consultants, called to him at around mid afternoon.
He had just spent the last hour trying to get a very adamant, very conservative mom and a very eccentric bride on the same page. He needed a daiquiri. Or three. Still, he turned around and put on his brightest smile.
âYes, darling?â
âYouâre needed down in alterations,â she said with a sweet smile.
Jaskier nodded and turned back through the salon to walk down to alterations. He hated going to alterations. If he was needed there, it usually meant that shit had hit the fan in some sense. He braced himself for a long afternoon.
He walked up to the manager, about to ask her where he was needed, when a shout from behind him made him jump.
âJaskier!â
And a swell of desire rose up in Jaskierâs stomach because he knew that gravelly voice. Quickly, he straightened his tie, thankful he had worn his good pink one today, before taking a deep breath and turning around.
âGeralt!â he said, trying furiously to keep his cheeks from flushing. âWhat a lovely surprise.â
âSurprise?â Geraltâs brows furrowed together as he walked up to Jaskier, his wolfs head cane clicking across the floor. He was wearing a light blue button down today with the sleeves cuffed to his forearms that made his golden eyes pop and Jaskier had to struggle to keep his eyes on his face. âI texted you this morning.â
Jaskierâs eyes widened as he reached into his blazer pocket for his phone. Sure enough, there were two messages from Geralt. The first was a picture of Roach, lying in a patch of sun in his apartment. The second was a message that read:
Hey, Iâm going to be at Kleinfelds today doing a custom fitting. Can you help with the appointment?
And Jaskier had never even seen it. Much less responded.
âOh Geralt, I am so terribly sorry,â Jaskier said quickly. âThis is our busiest time of year and I have hardly had a moment to think today.â
âYou donât have to help,â Geralt said sincerely, concern clouding his eyes. âI donât want to push you too hard with the rest of your appointments, but I just figured that since I was here, I would ask.â
âNo, no darling!â Jaskier said, rushing to reassure him. âOf course I will help! Helping you is much better than dealing with emotional brides and entourages that arenât on the same page.â
âItâs alright Jaskier,â Geralt said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. âI know you just want to see my magic hands at work again.â
This time, Jaskier did flush bright red. â You! â he said outrageously, gaping at Geraltâs audacity to bring up his slip up from last time. âYou need a nap!â
But Geralt just laughed, a glorious sound that sent shivers down Jaskierâs spine. âI think youâre the one who needs the nap, Jaskier.â
Jaskier shot him an incredulous look. How dare he make such assumptions, and how dare he be right?
âAnyway, the fitting is for my brotherâs fiancee,â Geralt explained. âI made her a custom dress and sheâs coming in for her fitting today. There was a shipping delay, so we only have time for one fitting before their wedding next week. I was hoping you could help.â
Jaskier could see the tension that had creeped its way into Geraltâs broad shoulders and the worry that was clouding his pretty face.
Jaskier placed a reassuring hand on Geraltâs arm. âOf course Iâll help, darling. Helping resolve wedding dress disasters is my specialty. Er- not that your dress is a disaster,â he said quickly, amused by the way that Geraltâs eyebrows had shot up. âNothing that you design could ever be a disaster, the way that you work lace and beads is just divine, not a disaster. Not in any way a disaster. What I meant was the fact that she only has one fitting, thatâs the disaster. Not your dress.â
âMy magic fingers are quite incapable of creating a disaster dress, youâre right,â Geralt winked.
Jaskier resisted the urge to smack his shoulder. âYou are never going to let me live that down, are you?â
âNope.â Geralt looked far too pleased with himself. âCan you grab the dress for me? Itâs on the rack for the day. And can you bring it to room 13?â
âOf course,â Jaskier said. Heâd let the magic fingers comment slide for now. Geralt looked far too attractive with his moonlight silver hair in an artful bun, tendrils framing his face, for him to stay mad at him for long. He had never been able to resist a pretty face.
âThank you.â Geralt moved past Jaskier and began to make his way to the room. Jaskier turned to watch him walk down the hall. His ass looked far too delicious in those gorgeous, fitted navy pinstripe pants. He just had to appreciate it. It would be a crime not to.
Distantly, he wondered if his ass looked just as delicious without the pants on. And was he wearing boxers or briefs? Oh who was he kidding, he had to be wearing at least briefs with pants like those. But what color? Geralt seemed like the type of man to appreciate a fun pair of underwear and-
Jaskier. Get your head out of the gutter.
He made a beeline to the rack and grabbed the dress. He had already left Geralt waiting long enough.
âHere you are,â Jaskier said, hanging the dress in the room.
Geralt fidgeted with his shirt sleeves, eyeing the bag. With a pang, Jaskier realized that he was nervous.
âIâm sure sheâs going to love the dress,â Jaskier said, putting as much sincerity as he could into his words. âYou are one of the best designers in the industry, Geralt.â
âI know,â Geralt said. âBut Iâve never designed for someone that I know before, thereâs more risk involved if they don't like it. Cause sheâs put all her trust in me and what if she doesnât like it? This is her only fitting. There isn't time to make anything else."
âGeralt,â Jaskier placed his hand over Geraltâs where he was still fidgeting with his sleeve. âSheâs going to love it. Donât doubt yourself so much, it ruins your pretty face.â
Fuck, did he just really say that out loud?
Geraltâs doubt dissipated as he looked at Jaskier amusedly. âYou think my face is pretty?â
âWell who wouldnât?â Jaskier said, trying and failing to backpedal. âItâs a plenty beautiful face, I mean youâve got a nose and eyes and everything andâŚâ
âI would hope I have a nose and eyes, yes,â Geralt laughed. Then, he leaned in, as if telling Jaskier a secret. âIâve also heard that I have lips, too.â
Jaskier was saved the embarrassment of having to respond by a consultant escorting who Jaskier assumed to be Geraltâs brotherâs fiancee and her entourage into the alterations area.
âGeralt!â a pretty girl with dark, curly hair said as she stepped up to hug him.
âHi Triss,â Geralt said, giving her a polite hug and waving to the rest of the entourage. âAre you excited?â
âOf course Iâm excited,â she said. âItâs only a week away, Geralt. This better be every bit as perfect as you said it would be.â
âIt will be.â Geraltâs smile was easy, as if he hadnât been freaking out about the appointment moments before.
âAnd who is this?â Triss asked, turning to Jaskier.
âOh, everyone, this is Jaskier. Heâs a consultant here and my friend,â Geralt said.
âHello!â Jaskier said, giving everyone a wave.
âJaskier, this is Triss, the bride to be. Sheâs marrying my brother.â Geralt gestured to the woman with the dark hair standing in front of them.
âHello darling,â Jaskier said, shaking her hand. âYou look just gorgeous.â
âThank you,â Triss smiled.
âAnd this is Trissâs friend Yennefer, Yenneferâs daughter Ciri, my other brother Lambert, and Lambertâs husband Aiden,â Geralt said, pointing at the people sitting on the bench.
Jaskier waved to them all and gave them his best customer service smile.
âTell me about your fiancee, darling,â Jaskier said to Triss.
âI am getting married to Eskel,â she said, her face lighting up immediately. âWeâve known each other forever and he is perfect.â
âForever is an understatement,â Geralt said. âThey went to kindergarten together.â
âOh, a childhood love story!â Jaskier clapped his hands together. âHow romantic! Letâs hope you have a dress to match.â He turned to Geralt.
âWell darling,â Jaskier said, gesturing to the garment bag that Trissâs dress was in. âWould you like to do the honors?â
Geralt stepped up to the garment bag, his shoulder taught with anxiety.
âTake a breath, Geralt,â Jaskier whispered, just quiet enough for only Geralt to hear. âSheâs going to love it.â
Geralt nodded once before unzipping the bag and pulling out the dress. Jaskier couldn't help but gasp.
âOh my god, itâs gorgeous,â Triss gasped next to him, taking Jaskierâs words right out of his mouth. âGeralt, youâve outdone yourself.â
âYou havenât even put it on yet,â Geralt said, stepping away so that the entourage could see it as well.
âI donât have to to know that itâs everything I wanted and probably more,â she said, giving Geralt another hug. âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome,â Geralt said and Jaskier thought that he saw a light blush tinting his cheeks. Was Geralt embarrassed? Oh that was just adorableâŚ
The dress itself was gorgeous, just as Jaskier suspected it would be. It was a glorious ivory color that seemed to shift under the lights to be a gorgeous pale blush pink. The skirt appeared to be A line and was sleeveless with a high neck. The bodice had an intricate lace and beading design that blended into the skirt. Jaskier knew that the dress was going to be amazing but Triss was right, Geralt had really outdone himself.
âWould you like to put it on, darling?â Jaskier asked.
Triss nodded, still not tearing her eyes from the dress as Geralt stepped out of the dressing room and Jaskier closed the curtains behind him.
He helped Triss into the dress, zipping up the back effortlessly.
âOh it fits you like a glove darling,â he remarked. âAlmost like it was made for you. Oh wait-â he smiled at her. âIt was, wasnât it?â
Triss laughed at his terrible joke - bless her - as she fingered the lace and beads on the front. âI wasnât expecting it to look this beautiful,â she whispered.
âWell then let's spin you round, darling,â Jaskier said, taking her hand as she turned to face the mirror. âThatâll really shock you.â
âOh my god.â She clapped her hands over her mouth as she gaped at herself in the mirror, turning from side to side to look at herself better. âOh my god .â
âIsnât it wonderful?â Jaskier smiled at her. âGeralt is far more talented than he gives himself credit for.â
âTell me about it,â Triss said distractedly as she continued to stare at the dress. âThis is absolutely gorgeous. I love it. Eskelâs going to love it. Everyoneâs going to love it.â
âStop feeding pretty boyâs ego and show us then!â someone shouted from the other side of the curtain.
âFuck off, Lambert!â Triss called back. âIâm having my bridal moment,â she whispered, tears springing up in her eyes as she continued to stare, utterly transfixed by the dress.
âHere, darling,â Jaskier said, pulling his pink pocket square out of his breast pocket. âYou don't want to get your mascara on the dress now, do you?â
Triss dabbed at her eyes and took a deep breath before handing the handkerchief back to Jaskier.
âAre you ready to show your entourage?â
âShe better be!â Lambert shouted from outside again.
Triss let out a watery laugh. âYeah, I am.â
Jaskier drew back the curtain as Triss turned around.
âOh, Triss,â Yennefer said, tears unmistakably clouding her eyes. âYou look gorgeous.â
âHoly fuck, Geralt,â Aiden muttered as he stared at the dress, his jaw dropped. â You designed that ?â
âHey!â Lambert elbowed him. âI already said that pretty boy doesnât need his ego inflated any more than it is!â
âOkay but fucking look at the dress, Lambert. Itâs fucking gorgeous. And Iâm half fucking blind. â
Lambert shrugged. âYeah I mean itâs nice. Itâs a dress. Itâs fabric. I donât know what you want me to say.â
âSay she looks beautiful!â Aiden nearly shouted, smacking Lambertâs shoulder. âAnd that Geralt did a great job because if you don't I swear your ass-â
âBoys.â Triss crossed her arms. âThere are children present.â
âIâm nineteen!â Ciri protested, throwing her hands up.
Triss ignored her. âThere are children present and this is my fitting. So Lambert, shut up and tell your brother he did a good job.â
âYou did a good job not fucking it up, Ger,â Lambert muttered.
âIâll take it. And Aiden? You can finish that sentence later,â she said with a pointed look.
She turned to Jaskier, who had been watching the entire exchange with raised eyebrows. âSorry about them, they are always like this.â
Lambert flipped her off. Aiden threw up a peace sign.
âWell,â Jaskier said, trying to contain his laughter. âClearly they are meant for eachother.â He was just glad that he hadnât had to diffuse the situation. He was tired of telling entourages to get along.
âItâs a good thing they got married then,â Geralt said, standing slowly and walking over to Triss. âYou like the dress then?â
Triss once again read Jaskierâs mind and playfully punched Geraltâs shoulder. âI fucking love it . I was right, it is everything I wanted and more. Thank you.â Her eyes were shining with tears again and this time, it was painfully obvious that Geralt blushed when he looked down at his shoes.
âOf course, it was my pleasure,â Geralt said, squeezing her arm. âIâm glad you and Eskel are finally tying the knot, I couldn't imagine a more perfect match for him than you.â
âGeralt,â Triss sighed, the tears pooling in her eyes spilling over again. âYou didn't need to make me cry more! The dress was enough!â
Geralt just laughed. Jaskier silently passed Triss his pocket square again.
âIs there anything big that you want to change or do I just need to adjust the fit?â Geralt asked.
âJust the fit,â Triss said, dabbing at her eyes again.
Geralt nodded and set to work, silently slipping into the zone, pinning and adjusting and occasionally stepping back and squinting at his work. Jaskier knew that Triss and her entourage were talking, but he didn't even pretend to be paying attention. He was much more content to watch Geralt work, his fingers gliding effortlessly over the fabric as he made the already gorgeous gown look somehow even more phenomenal.
âAlright,â Geralt said, stepping back. âI think that that should be good, spin round for me.â
Triss turned to look in the mirror.
âDoes it look okay?â Geralt asked and Triss punched his shoulder again. âOw!â
âGeralt if you don't stop insulting your frankly quite stunning work, I will have to steal your little demon dog,â she said, looking over the dress in the mirror. âBut yes, everything looks good.â
âRoach isnât a demon,â Geralt pouted, and oh fuck wasnât that adoreable.
âThat fucking dog almost bit my hand off!â Lambert shouted from the bench.
Geralt made several rude gestures at him and Jaskier nearly swooned. Fucking hell he was gone for this man. And it was only the second time that he had seen him.
âJaskier, can you get her out of the dress?â Geralt asked. âBe careful with all the pins.â
Jaskier nodded, very much at a loss for words.
âCâmon darling,â Jaskier said, tugging the curtain closed behind Geralt again.
He undid the zipper on the back of Trissâs dress and helped tug the dress off her shoulders, mindful of the many pins that Geralt had put in it.
âHave you and Geralt known each other long?â Triss asked.
âOh, no not at all,â Jaskier said, glad that he was standing behind her and couldn't see the flush of his cheeks. âHe helped me with an appointment a few months ago and we went out for drinks after and weâve been texting occasionally, but thatâs it.â He didnât say that he wished it was more.
âYou went out for drinks on the day you first met?â Triss asked, letting her voice rise. âThatâs interesting, Geralt doesnât often go out with people that heâs just met.â
There was a shout from the other side of the curtain, but it was muffled almost immediately, the sound of a hand slapping over someoneâs mouth unmistakeable.
âWell, it had been a long day and we were both in need of one. Step out for me, darling,â Jaskier said, picking up the dress and hanging it back up.
âIâm sure you were,â Triss said from behind him as he zipped the dress carefully back into the garment bag. Before he had the chance to ask what she meant, she was opening the curtains and walking back outside to her entourage.
Jaskier picked up the garment bag and followed her.
âIt was lovely meeting all of you,â he said, waving to the entourage. âTriss, darling, I hope you have a wonderful wedding and Geralt, it was nice seeing you again.â He turned back down the hall to go hang up the dress for Geralt to deal with later. He should get back upstairs, hopefully nothing too dire had happened in the salon during his absence, even if the break had been nice.
He was just turning to go up the stairs when he saw Geralt walking purposefully towards him, his cane clicking quickly against the floor.
âJaskier!â
âOh, hi again!â Jaskier said. âI was just going to head back upstairs, we are still very busy.â He gave Geralt an apologetic smile. There was nothing that he would rather do than stand and talk with Geralt.
Geralt winced. âThen I guess you probably shouldn't have helped me with the appointment.â
âNo, no!â Jaskier said quickly. âIt was my absolute pleasure, Geralt. And honestly? The salon was driving me a bit insane, so it was quite a nice and much needed break.â
âWell thank you for helping,â Geralt smiled. âI think it went well.â
âIt definitely did, darling,â Jaskier said. âShe loved the dress, just like I told you she would.â
Geralt rolled his eyes and looked down at his feet, placing both hands on top of his cane. âActually though, I had something to ask you before you get back to work, if thatâs okay. I donât want to keep you.â
âThe only thing youâre keeping me from is crying brides and disapproving mothers, and there is only so much of that that my poor soul can take,â Jaskier said. âIâd rather stay here with you and your-â he cut himself off before he made another terrible slip up. He had already learned his lesson from last time.
âWith my magic hands? Or my pretty face?â Geralt asked smugly.
Jaskier sighed, ignoring him. âWhat was it that you wanted to ask me?â
âI have a plus one for Trissâs wedding next week,â Geralt started.
âAnd you havenât asked anyone yet?â Jaskier asked. âGeralt, what have you been doing?â
â...Designing dresses?â he said sheepishly.
Jaskier swore his heart melted. He just looked so cute. How on earth was this allowed?
âWell, you better ask someone,â Jaskier said. âYouâre running out of time.â
âYes I know.â Geralt looked at Jaskier and smiled. âJaskier, what are you doing next Saturday?â
âSaturday?â WellâŚâ Jaskier trailed off, trying to remember what was coming up. âThat is technically my day off, but I might still come in because we have just been so busy and weâre getting a new collection in and Iâm going to have toâŚ.waitâŚ.â his eyes widened as he finally processed what Geralt had been asking him. âAre youâŚ.are you asking me..?â
âWould you like to be my plus one to Trissâs wedding?â Geralt asked, his golden eyes somehow sparkling in the atrocious fluorescent lighting.
â Oh ,â Jaskier gasped. âYes. Yes I would love to.â
âGreat,â Geralt said, breathing an audible sigh of relief. âIâll pick you up at 1pm. Itâs formal. Be ready.â
Oh, Jaskier would be ready alright. He walked back to a salon with a huge smile plastered across his face.
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may be a ch 2. havent decided.Â
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