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Okay... "Voices AU" that starts AFTER the Fall into the EverAfter? Just asking because a few of the Jaune<=>Pyrrha images look like they could be from earlier, maybe her trying to reach out to him, but he hasn't unlocked the ability yet?
You're images are driving me đ¤Ş!
Their so good, and I want... I want... to explore and expand on them with my lunacy.... LOL Anyway. Love the art work. Thanks for sharing it.
Heâs actually had the ability his whole life, he just doesnât REALIZE until after the Fall for a variety of reasons. He lived in a small town where any ghosts he saw were attributed to an active imagination, so he never thought they were actually spirits. While at Beacon and dead students he saw he mistook for living ones
Jaune didnât know any of these people when they were alive. So he would have no reason to think theyâre dead. Besides, those who have passed on donât really talk to the living. They canât be heard, after all
Itâs only after/during the Fall that he figures it out. One, because during the Fall he watches fellow students get massacred and then sees them later on the docks. At the time he thinks he just losing it, that heâs snapped from the trauma
But then thereâs Pyrrha
She follows the remains of team JNPR from Beacon back to Jauneâs home, to Patch, then to Mistral. At first she keeps her distance, certain that nobody can see her. But this is her family. She canât leave them, even if they have no idea sheâs there
And Jaune keeps staring at her. Staring through her? Itâs hard to tell. For the first time in months, someone meets her eyes. He doesnât actually look that shocked, just tired
Jaune obviously thinks sheâs a hallucination, brought on by grief or stress
Heâs been seeing see-through people, DEAD people, ever since the Fall. Bloody from Grimm bites, skulls caved in by Paladins, bodies riddled with bullet holes from the White Fang. Heâs already failed Pyrrha (sheâs hovering by his side, smiling softly, he canât look at her, she isnât real) he canât fail what remains of his team.
Itâs not until Pyrrha tries talking to him that Jaune starts to put together whatâs been going on
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"I'm gong to put 'being a WAG' on my CV"
Authors note: Here's a little Max Verstappen x TechCEO!Reader. Bet you didn't see that comng. Anyway, got the idea for this a few days ago, and I guess my love of Italian food made me finish this
Summary: Max's new relatioship causes a social media stir, but the new couple couldn't care less whilst in Italy.
Warnings: English isn't my first language, no use of Y/N, female reader, famous reader
Word count: 2k
You understood it, to a degree. Max had just broken off a three-year-long relationship right before summer break, and now suddenly he was spending the summer with you. Now youâre at the paddock... No wonder people thought there was some crossover.
The truth? You two met last New Year's at a party for some sporting event. You, being one of the sponsors for your country's national sports committee, were invited, and Max... well, Max was Max Verstappen. You hit it off, exchanged numbers, showed him around your company a few times, and took him to all of your favorite restaurants in NYC. But you knew he had a girlfriend; everyone knew. And he was taking care of her kid too.
That breakup was hard on him. He had stopped loving her, but he couldn't just kick a woman and her kid out of his house. Max waited for them to have a huge fight, and then they just... broke up. And to your surprise, he was in New York the next day, saying that he needed someone to talk to. Bullshit. You knew he liked you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come all the way here 'just to talk.'
But here you were, in Italy, spending time with him before Monza. You were currently typing away on your phone, trying to make peace in the finance department. Max glanced up from his phone every so often, stealing peeks at you while grinning.
He had never quite been so into someone like you. You were smart, funny, talented, pretty, and on top of all that - you were also rich. But you were also the most challenging girl to flirt with Max had ever met.
"You look like you could use a break," he said, after watching you tap away at your work laptop for a few minutes.
"Probably. What's the point of having interns if they don't do anything?"
"Then you should consider hiring me; I'm pretty good at helping out," Max teased, looking up from his phone and sending you a cheeky smile. He loved a woman who was in power, who knew what she was doing, and he could tell you were used to being the boss. "Come on, take a break. You know you deserve it," Max encouraged, resting his hand on top of yours to stop you from working some more.
"I guess I could eatâŚ" You say, closing your laptop. "I saw on Google Maps that thereâs a nice pizza place down the road. We can go if youâre hungry.â
Max smiled and nodded. âYes, Iâm starving; letâs go,â he said, reaching for the car keys.
âNo, itâs okay, letâs walk,â you stop him. He turned towards you, slightly confused. Usually, women would give anything to drive around with Max Verstappen. Maybe thatâs just what makes you special.
The two of you walked out of the hotel, your bodyguard Lenny standing outside the door. The tall, muscular man just nodded as the two of you entered the elevator. Max found it funny that you preferred Lenny guard your stuff more than you. Especially the laptop. He sometimes wondered what you kept in there...
âIs Pierre gonna be at the race?â you asked as you exited the building, breaking the silence.
Maxâs head snapped towards you, and he raised his brow. âUh, yes, of course he is⌠Why?â
âBecause I want to see Kika.â
âOh, so sheâs your secret F1 crush, eh?â Max said, relaxing.
You laughed. âPierre is a solid seven with a better haircut. Kika is a twelve on a bad day.â
As you got to the bigger streets, you started to understand why Max drove everywhere. Unlike you, who were a chiller and niche celebrity, despite being incredibly rich, Max was a real superstar. Your short walk to the pizza shop became a fan meet and greet, with people coming up to you every three seconds and asking for photos.
âIs this your girlfriend?â one of the people asking for a picture asked. As you finished taking the photo, you noticed Maxâs slightly flustered face as he heard the question. He stumbled, but you answered with a simple âYeah.â
As you arrived at the restaurant, you noticed that Max was staring at you. He seemed⌠surprised. You laughed at his facial expression. The sound of your laugh calmed him instantly, his heartbeat beginning to return to normal. Max cursed himself in his head; he was better than this. He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Is it something I said?"
Max ran a hand through his hair, feeling his cheeks heating up slightly. "No, no... Not really," he reassured you, trying to sound casual. "I was just... thinking."
"Okay, well I'm thinking about the food. I think a Vesuvius sounds great right now."
Max chuckled and quickly glanced down at the menu to hide his embarrassment. "Vesuvius? What the hell is a Vesuvius?" he asked, though his eyes scanned down the menu, searching for it.
"It's a type of pizza," you teased. "It's been like three minutes; have you not even skimmed the menu?"
Max fidgeted under your gaze, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks again. "What?" he asked with a nervous chuckle. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You tell me. Why are you staring?" Max shook his head, glancing up at you questioningly. He had no idea what you were thinking about. "No... What are you thinking about?" he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
"There are pots from 4000 years ago found in ancient Egypt that are made out of an incredibly difficult to manage material and are cut to such perfection that they balance on their round bottom."
Max's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was expecting something totally different. Something that had at least a little bit to do with him. He chuckled, still somewhat surprised as he studied your face. "Where did that come from?" he asked incredulously.
"The Egyptians. They were like, cooking pots and stuff. Royal cooking pots probably, but still," you teased.
Max chuckled again, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're thinking about cooking pots, and here I am, just trying to figure out what I did to make you say that we're together so casually."
"What do you mean? Are we not together?"
"Well, of course we're together," Max said, his voice taking on a more serious tone now. He glanced around the restaurant briefly, making sure no one was listening in on their conversation. "I just... I didn't expect you to say it so casually," he said, his eyes meeting yours again.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't know we were keeping it a secret. I mean, I was at the paddock and all last time, and I took days off work to come to this raceâ"
Max shook his head, realizing you completely misunderstood what he was saying. "No, no, it's not that... I just..." he began, struggling to find the right words. He took a deep breath, his fingers fidgeting in his lap. "It's just... you're so casual about it... and I'm... a bit too flustered for my own good," he admitted, a tinge of embarrassment in his voice.
You softened up a bit. "Oh, okay, I get it. It was just a bit too shocking for you... Yeah, sorry."
Max felt his heartbeat a little faster when you softened, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, it was a bit... unexpected for me," he chuckled, feeling somewhat silly for being so flustered. "But it's fine, honestly."
"Do you think my stomach is gonna have space for gelato later? There's a really good gelateria; I can see it from the window... They make the ones with the macarons..."
Max chuckled, loving how you were so excited about the gelato. "Well, based on the amount of pizza you usually eat," he teased, a smirk on his face. "I'd say you're probably fine."
"No, they put the macarons on the gelato."
"On the gelato?" Max repeated, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
"I've never heard of such a thing," he said, leaning forward to get a better look out the window at the gelateria you were talking about. "Well, in that case," he said with a grin, "we're definitely going there for dessert."
After eating so much that your belts barely held, you came back to the hotel, Lenny greeting you at the door as usual. Max's stomach was stuffed to the brim, but he was in such a good mood from the good food and even better company, he didn't even care. He walked back into the hotel together with you, his hand still holding yours. Lenny greeted the two of you as usual, but Max couldn't help but notice the way Lenny looked at you, like he was analyzing you.
"All good, Len. You go to your room for the night," you said to Lenny. He nodded, smiled at the both of you, and then went off. Max watched as Lenny walked off, then turned to you, a small frown on his face.
"He was looking at you funny," he said, a protective edge to his voice.
"He thinks it's funny. That I'm dating a Formula 1 driver."
"What's so funny about that?" he protested, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. "He just... I don't know, he's a big fan of yours I don't think he's processed it yet". Max's frown relaxed as you explained it, his ego immediately soothed a bit. Of course he was a big fan of his, who wasn't?
"Oh, so he's a big fan?" he teased, a hint of pride and cockiness in his voice.
You take your shoes off and lay on the bed, your stomach bloated from all the good food "Yeah. Talk to him a bit, I think it'll make him happy" You let out groan as you move "I hate you Italy. You has so much good food... I love it though"
Max chuckled, watching as you dramatically threw yourself onto the bed, your stomach protesting the amount of food you just had. "You're such a drama queen sometimes," he teased, grinning as he took off his shoes as well and joined you on the bed. He lays down beside you, running a hand over your bloated stomach. "You'll be fine," he said, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Oh, you know what I saw on TikTok?"
Max raised an eyebrow in curiosity, his hand now resting on your stomach. He didn't typically pay too much attention to TikTok, but he was more than happy to listen to you.
"What did you see?" he asked, turning his head to look at you.
"Well first of all, I'm a WAG now. Thank you for that, I will be putting that on my CV. But second, they liked that I was wearing Red Bull merch. I thought they wouldn't like it, but they did"
Max chuckled as you spoke, amused by how casually you mentioned being a WAG, and how seriously you were taking the fact that you were wearing Red Bull merchandise. "Well, of course they liked it," he said with a smirk. "You were wearing the merch of the best team out there."
He gave you a smug look, his hand moving up and tracing a lazy pattern on your stomach. "Not to mention the merch of the best driver out there."
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ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER.
⧠PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru x reader (hinted) | 5k words
⧠SUMMARY: ghost!reader, major character death, jjk manga spoilers, so much angst bc you literally die lmao, longing, mutual pining, suppressed feelings, everyone sucks at love, some fluff, banter, might be slightly suggestive, lots of hinted feelings (read: suguru), arguments, overall this is painful so read if you enjoy angst !!
⧠RHEYA'S NOTE: this idea randomly came to me before i went to bed a few days ago and in the spirit of halloween, i figured why not? i live off of angst and need to share the pain with everyone lmao oops. this is late for halloween tho my bad !!
i. 2007
satoru brings one more flower than he did the day before. morning glories again, of course, but an extra one. he had added one more to the the bunch every day since the day you died. the first day, he brought three, wrapped with a cheap blue ribbon that he found in his desk drawer. it was hardly a respectable bouquet, but those three flowers were the ones he'd grown for you, so it only seemed fitting.
he didn't care much for gardening. but one day you asked shoko what her favorite flowers were so you could give her some on valentine's day. she asked you what yours were so she could return the favor.
satoru never forgot morning glories after that day.
he's not even sure if morning glories are appropriate to bring to a grave, but he knows you'd like them.
you would tell him it didn't matter anyway.
ii. 2007
(suguru did not cry when you died. satoru watched, intently, because there was nothing in the universe that his six eyes couldn't catch. he waited for it, even a sliver of emotion that would betray suguru's bleeding heart, but he gave nothing. he just stood in front of the stone that marked the end of your life with a deep stare. something had settled there in his eyes, cold and resolute.
a few months before you died, you had told satoru that there was something wrong with suguru. you said that he'd been distant, somewhere far away, and you worried for him. you always did, so open with your affection for him.
"don't want him to get lost." you had hummed, your shoulder brushing against satoru's as you raise the mango ice pop he brought you to your mouth. satoru watches your lips out of the corner of his eyes, his stomach flipping eagerly even as he keeps his face impassive.
"he said it was just the summer heat," he answers, ignoring the sweet mango juice dripping down his knuckles. "should be nothing."
you don't look all that convinced, turning your head to look up at him with meaningful glance. "you sure?"
he stares at you for a lengthy second, cerulean eyes darting over your facial features, before he reaches up and knocks his knuckle against your forehead. "yeah. he'll be fine." he assures, and your shoulders relax as you continue to eat the ice pop.
you were right about it all. four days after you die, suguru massacres an entire village.)
iii. 2008
satoru shifts in his bed, grunting quietly he begins to stretch his stiff joints. his eyes crack open, still heavy with sleep as he waits for his dark ceiling to come into focus. except it doesn't, because all he can see are a pair of very familiar looking eyes. unsaturated, but still so obviously the color he once knew. his own eyes snap open, all traces of sleep gone as he finally makes out someone who looks exactly like you, perched on his stomach with a confused and slightly panicked expression.
he shoots up, and you pull back a little. it looks like you're on his lap, and yet he can't feel you on him at all. he gulps.
"hey toru." you say quietly, and his stomach drops. the same eyes, the same voice. gods above.
"you're dead," he says simply, trying not to betray the way his pulse is jumping at even the smallest glimpse of you again. "you're not real."
"i'm dead," you confirm, nodding your head as you look down at your translucent palms. "but i'm here somehow."
he sucks in a breath, reaching out a hand as if to touch you. the disappointment he feels when it passes through your form is sickening.
you smile shakily, shrugging your shoulders as you attempt to make light of the situation.
"guess i couldn't stay away."
he stares at you for minutes without saying a word and you stare back, equally silent.
iv. 2007
(nanami had carried your body back, his teeth gritted as his blonde hair fell over his eyes. satoru never brought it up, but he knew that nanami remained bothered by it for the rest of his life. your death was bad timing, especially after they had just lost haibara a few weeks prior.
nanami had no reason to blame himself though. if anything, it was satoru's fault you were gone.
shoko had called him from the infirmary, her voice hard and pinched as she spat out three words: "get down here."
when satoru saw your body, he didn't say a word. just took a few long strides until he was at the table where nanami had placed you down. your eyes were shut, face resting in a way that seemed so unnatural. he opened his mouth to ask shoko something, but felt like he was choking on air, so he stopped himself.
then he grabbed your limp fingers, squeezed them gently. they were still a little warm, but not as warm as you usually run. shoko didn't say anything, just stood there with her hands clenched, short brown hair falling over her dark eyes.
satoru remained there for the next thirty minutes, waiting for you to sit up and laugh at the prank you were no doubt pulling. as if your blood wasn't still dripping all over the table.
shoko was the one who finally pulled a sheet over your body with shaking hands. she didn't look satoru in the eye, and didn't spare a glance when suguru burst into the room ten minutes later.)
v. 2008
it takes satoru a while to get used to the fact that you're not physically there. he has to bite his tongue when he moves to bump your shoulder or flick your forehead only to find that his skin goes right through yours. you always give him that same little rueful smile, and he sighs to himself.
he doesn't make an effort to figure out why you're there. he figures it's similar to how jujutsu users can come back as curses due to strong feelings. when he thinks about it though, guilt lodges itself into his throat, because the first thought he had when he heard you were entering death's door was no, don't you dare die.
every day he wonders if he's the one who cursed you to stay.
you act like it doesn't matter, hovering around him as he busies himself in his empty room. at first you're quiet, as though you've forgotten how to speak to him in your incorporeal form. but then you start asking him questions, and it's one question that satoru dreads to answer that you finally bring up.
"where's suguru?"
he's not stupid. he knows there's more you think of suguru than you've ever revealed. of course you'd want to know. but that doesn't mean he wants to be the one to tell you. you had died with nothing but a good impression of geto suguru. you'd probably died with your feelings for him still intact too.
it'd be selfish of satoru to ruin that.
"nothing, don't worry about it," he dismisses, voice clipped as he busies himself with preparing dinner. he knows that won't deter you.
you huff, moving to hover in his line of sight. you cross your arms as you glare at him seriously, and satoru hates how nostalgic your expression makes him feel. he tongues his cheek before sighing.
"he's gone." satoru answers simply. he tries to keep his tone even but it comes out bitter and strained. he can hear your quiet gasp, and feels your form move closer to him. if you were alive, he'd be able to feel your breath on his skin now.
"what do you mean, gone?"
satoru sighs again, turning to look at you completely. he hated everything about this. "he left school. went crazy. killed a bunch of people, including his parents."
he would've laughed at the comical way your jaw dropped if you didn't look so hurt. you sputter over your words as he picks up his bowl and moves to the table, trailing after him and demanding more information.
he doesn't hesitate to share, because he's always hated keeping secrets from you. you had this uncanny ability to see straight through him, and it never failed to make him feel unsettled. so he tells you everything that happened in the few weeks after you died. suguru leaving, their confrontation in shinjuku, his plans for non-sorcerers. he leaves nothing unsaid.
when he's done, he finally looks at you, trying to gauge your reaction. but you're just staring at his food with a bitter expression, brows pinched and lips pursed. satoru says your name once.
you glance at him, and it's too quick for him to look for any accusation in it. doesn't matter though, because he's ready to own up to his mistakes.
"you were right back then. about suguru." satoru admits quietly, turning to his food. he doesn't want to look at you anymore, because he's scared you'll show him how disappointed you are with him.
you don't say anything in response. but you sit down at the small dining table and watch him eat with soft eyes, one bite at a time. satoru doesn't admit it, but the whole time he imagines that you're gently rubbing his shoulder, and he thinks he hasn't missed you more than in that moment.
vi. 2007
(it was satoru's fault you died. if he hadn't been so selfish, you'd still be next to him, shoulder brushing his as the two of you walked through the streets of tokyo.
you had knocked on his door that morning before you had left for your last mission, rocking on your heels. he opened it groggily, still half asleep.
"you going on a mission?" satoru had yawned, drowsy eyes trailing over your uniform. you nod with a grin.
"mhm, with nanami. there are two separate areas with curses though, so we'll split up when we get there. should be simple enough." you shrug, toying with the collar of your uniform jacket.
satoru decides to be annoying. "then why are you here disturbing my sleep? get out." he groans dramatically, peering at you with narrowed eyes. you smack his arm, scoffing. you've stopped questioning why he keeps his infinity down for you do those things to him.
"i was gonna ask if you wanted to come with," you hiss, crossing your arms defensively. "but i'm taking it back, asshole."
he grins. "what? can't stay away?"
you roll your eyes, shaking your head with a sarcastic laugh. "don't flatter yourself."
satoru pauses for a second. "i was gonna go back to sleep." he admits, feeling a little guilty. he had just come back from a mission the night before, and he doesn't feel like leaving again. he doesn't know how to say that to you though.
but you see right through him, like you always do.
"you've been going on missions a lot lately," you smile earnestly, patting his shoulder. "no wonder you're tired."
"'m the strongest, i don't get tired." he protests, crossing his arms with a scoff. you roll your eyes again, sticking your tongue out at him as you heft your weapon over your shoulder.
"keep it up and you're seriously gonna fry your brain or something," you say with a shake of your head, eyes betraying your concern for him. he notices it, and tries to smother down the way it makes his stomach flip. "i'll be fine. you can come on my next mission with me."
fair enough, he thinks. he hadn't gone on missions with you or suguru in a while. he should remember to ask yaga to let him go on your next one. just the two of you. you and him. maybe he'd buy you a mango ice pop on the way back.
"fine." he acquiesces easily, not even thinking to protest. he'll see you later anyway, so he'll talk to you more when you get back.
you smirk a little, motioning to his bedhead, before gently kicking his shin. "go back to sleep then, stupid."
he rolls his eyes, reaching up to knock his knuckle against your forehead like he always does. "whatever. bring me some sweets on your way back, yeah?"
the laugh you give him as he shuts the door is the last thing he ever hears from you.
he should've gone with you.)
vii. 2012
satoru hates the way you're looking at him right now.
it was a stupid little mistake. he had gone to see little megumi and tsumiki earlier that afternoon, and as usual, you had tagged along with him. you'd watched him raise up the two kids over the last few years, never failing to tease about his newly acquired fatherhood, or how much he seemed to care about them despite his efforts to hide it. he didn't ever think to say that you'd helped him raise them up too. even in your incorporeal form you'd always been around to tell him what meals he could prep or to remind him that megumi liked black forest cake for his birthdays.
he'd gotten so used to you being around and he slipped up once. that afternoon when he had walked megumi home from school, teasing and poking fun at the kid, he'd made a stupid joke. megumi had rolled his eyes and told him to shut up.
and then without thinking, satoru had turned to you as you hovered next to him and groaned your name out dramatically before whining, "this kid is so mean to me!"
your eyes widened immediately, and if you were alive he'd probably see the color drain from your face. his stomach had sank and he couldn't tear his eyes away from you, even when megumi glanced at him with a raised brow.
"who are you talking to?" he asked, and satoru gulped, shaking his head as he broke eye contact with you to look down at the kid.
"nobody." he had answered.
he tries to ignore the meaningful stare you pin him with for the rest of the afternoon, hoping that you'll just forget about it. but as soon as satoru has left the kids and he's back in his own room, you're on him. he busies himself with making a cup of hot chocolate, even though he feels sick to his stomach.
"satoru you have to figure out how to get rid of me!" you plead, eyes so sad it makes his stomach churn. "i'm gonna drive you insane!"
"i'm fine!" he snaps back, shaking his head as he takes a sip from his mug, the warmth distracting him from whatever it was you were trying to remind him of. he places it down on the table in front of him and crosses his arms defensively. "it was a stupid mistake. won't happen again."
you shimmer in and out of focus, manifesting in front of him with a glare, though your eyes are still the same. wounded and hurt. "it wasn't and you know it! you can't keep living like this. i've been haunting you for years, toru!"
"well who asked you to go ahead and die?!" he yells without thinking, and it's like he sees your hurt bubble forth in slow motion.
"i went and died because i made a stupid mistake on a mission! quit blaming yourself, you dumbass!" you shout, voice raised higher than he's ever heard it.
satoru's mug shatters against the wall.
the two of you immediately turn to look at the mess with wide eyes, before slowly turning to each other to ensure that it really did happen.
"how'd you do that?" satoru asks quietly, his voice strained as he takes a few long strides towards you. you look down at your hand, the same one that you had lifted to swipe at his mug during your fit of rage. you look back up at him with wide eyes and parted lips. satoru's head is pounding, some kind of sick hope stirring within him. "you had to have touched it."
"i don'tâŚ" you trail off, voice filled with awe and a bit of fear. satoru reaches up a hand, ignoring the tremble in it, and moves to touch your face. he will never admit to the amount of times he begs in his head, please please please.
his hand goes straight though your skin, and your eyes soften. satoru lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, hiding his disappointment as he takes a step back and turns away.
viii. 2006
(satoru thinks gardening is ridiculous. plants are so fragile, needing to be constantly monitored and cared for like children. he can't understand why anyone would choose to garden as a hobby when there were less stressful things to do in spare time.
even the process was time consuming, he realizes as he scoops out piles of dirt into the small pots he had set out on his windowsill.
he thinks back to the silly little grin you had on your face as you answered shoko's question.
"morning glory," you had said, leaning against her shoulder. "i like the way they open in the morning and close at night."
shoko hummed, staring at the sky even as satoru quietly eavesdropped. "you got a favorite color?"
"the blue ones," you answered. "they're the prettiest."
your voice echoes in his head as he places the seeds into the soil, and he sighs heavily. why he was doing this for you was beyond him.
the thought makes him annoyed, and he huffs in frustration the entire time he plants them. gardening had to be the stupidest hobby ever.
and yet when three blue morning glories bloom against his windowsill, he can't hold back his grin.)
ix. 2017
satoru's grateful that you don't watch him kill suguru.
he tells you to go, and you give suguru a long stare, face pinched and sour even though your translucent eyes are shining. it's a shame suguru can't see you though, because satoru thinks you look so pretty. suguru would've been lucky to have you be the last thing he ever saw.
you turn away and disappear without a word, and after one last exchange, satoru finishes the job.
it's only after he watches rika's final goodbye to yuta does he realize the extent of what a goodbye even means. he'd said one to suguru, and yet he can't help but miss him as he walks back home. he wonders if suguru wouldn't have had to die if you were still around.
satoru had never gotten a goodbye with you though. you're somehow still with him, but he misses you so much. it puts an ugly feeling in his gut, twisted and dark. it weighs down on his shoulders as he finally opens the door to his room, heavy and overwhelming as he sees you sitting on his bed, face vacant.
he says your name, and you don't move. he takes a seat next to you, and something about your sad expression makes him so unbelievably angry.
"quit being sad about it," he finally spits out, the truthful extent of his feelings coming out. "it's not like you're even alive that you'd be able to see him."
you scoff as you give him a sidelong glare. "what's that supposed to mean? one of my closest friends just died and you expect me not to be upset about it?"
"at least he'll find a way to you!" satoru hisses, clenching his fists so hard that his nails leave crescents in his skin. "you two can have fun together for all of eternity."
there's a tense silence that follows as he grits his teeth, turning away from you. he's so disgusted right now. with suguru, with you, with himself.
"i'm all by myself." satoru mutters bitterly, the words so foreign on his tongue as the truth hits him.
god he misses you so much.
he suddenly feels a sharp thwack on the back of his head and he's turning around with wide eyes.
"don't you dare forget about shoko!" you hiss, tears in your eyes as you glare at him, hand raised. "i'll never forgive you!"
his throat goes dry, because the smack you just gave him was the first time you'd touched him since the day you died. there's a storm in his throat that threatens to break free, but he tries to keep it lodged in his throat. even with your teary eyes, he thinks you look just as pretty as you did with life flowing through you.
he misses suguru. he knows you do too, because there are translucent tears dripping down your cheeks and he has never ached to touch you more. but he can't because you're dead.
you remain in front of him all night, barely saying a word in between your sniffles. he doesn't say anything either, just watching you.
he doesn't know what there is to say. the only thing he ever wishes he got to say to you was goodbye. but you're here, in front of him, so a goodbye seems pointless.
when the sun comes up, you wish him a merry christmas, and he swears you never left him.
satoru says it back to you. you smile sadly.
he misses you so much.
x. 2007
(satoru had cleaned out your dorm room three days after you died.
he didn't really understand why he was doing it so early. shoko had frowned when he told her that he planned to pack away your things, frowned in a way that made her look like she disagreed.
well even if she did disagree, it didn't stop her from sitting in your desk chair, chewing on her nail quietly as she watched satoru fold your clothes. he didn't even understand why he was doing this.
maybe it was because every time he walked past your empty dorm room he felt sick to his stomach. there was a twisting feeling in his gut when he realized that you'd never curl up in that bed again. never sit by the window with a grin watching him and suguru bicker as they threw playing cards on the floor. he figured the faster he got rid of your remnants, the quicker the feeling would go away.
that's what he's hoping anyway. but when he picks up your jujutsu uniform he feels something claw at his throat, and he unconsciously digs his fingers into the fabric. he hears a sigh from behind him and then shoko is at his side, wordlessly easing the cloth from his hand. she lays it on the bed, smoothing out the wrinkles before folding it carefully. when she places it into the box, satoru thinks her hands shake a bit.
there's a bitter expression on shoko's face that he's never seen before, and it makes his stomach twist.
they work on your room for the next few hours, until the sun has disappeared behind the horizon and the cool evening breeze bullies its way into your old space. neither of them say anything, save for the occasional nostalgic hum as they remember something that you did or they're reminded of the story behind one of the trinkets in your room. otherwise it's silent, and for a second satoru feels like he can hear your laugh.
it isn't until night has completely fallen that they are interrupted.
"what are you doing?"
satoru turns around just as shoko looks up, both of them finding suguru standing in the doorway. he hadn't taken a step in yet, eyes still trailing over the emptiness of your old room from behind an uncrossed line.
"cleaning." satoru answers, his voice oddly clipped.
"it wasn't messyâŚ" suguru mutters back, his lips slanting in such an unusual way. there was an uncharacteristically determined look in his eyes, as though there was something in him that was struggling to burst forth. satoru didn't understand what it was.
"never said it was." satoru replies noncommittally. he hears shoko inhale deeply, shifting in your old chair as she watches the two of them stare at each other. there's a tense silence as he notices suguru frown.
satoru can't remember the last time he even had a full conversation with suguru. he remembers seeing you leave for your last mission, and he wants to kick himself for not asking earlier to be sent on group missions with the two of you.
even now, he doesn't really know what to say to suguru. all he can do is tighten his fingers around the edge of the box with your stuff neatly packed in, and watch his best friend sigh.
suguru wets his lips, eyes darting over your desk. there's an odd expression on his face, and his brows pinch as he notices something. then suguru reaches out to pick up an old polaroid, and satoru knows exactly which one it is. your arms slung around suguru's shoulders, smile so wide your cheeks probably hurt. suguru's expression was uncharacteristically gentle.
satoru remembers it so well, because he's the one who took the picture.
suguru looks at the polaroid without a word, rubbing the corner between his thumb and forefinger, and his expression suddenly mirrors the gentleness in the picture. his eyes remain stormy, deep and unsettling as he reaches conclusions that satoru will never understand.
the three of them stay quiet for a few minutes, even though satoru has so many questions that he can't figure out how to phrase. shoko toys with a cigarette between her lips, leaving it unlit because you've always hated the smell of smoke. suguru just stands there, silently eyeing your unfiltered smile through the lens of a camera.
satoru wonders if suguru's trying to say goodbye to you. he doesn't ask, and suguru doesn't say.
only after something had clicked in suguru's eyes, did satoru realize something was over. he couldn't help but feel like he had just buried you in that cardboard box with all your things, and he swallows hard.
then suguru clenches his fists, veins flexing as he looks around your room, almost like he was committing it to memory. satoru didn't understand why; it's not like suguru couldn't come see your room anytime he wanted.
then he turns away, hand lingering on the doorframe heavily, without another word.
just as suguru walks away, satoru thinks he hears your voice whispering in his ear.
"don't want him to get lost."
xi. 2018
something is wrong. something happened. something is wrong.
satoru knows he needs to wake up. but he's so tired, so exhausted from carrying on all by himself. he suddenly remembers the taste of frozen mango, sweet and chilled, and he wants to keep thinking about it for the rest of eternity.
but something is wong. he needs to wake up.
the minute satoru forces his eyes open, he can ignore the taste of blood in his mouth because you're there.
you're kneeling at his side, sunlight shining behind your head in a way that makes you look almost angelic. he'd believe it if you said you were an angel, because you've been dead for so long now.
you'd been a ghost for so many years, hovering around him and getting him through everything that had come his way. isn't that what guardian angels were supposed to do, guiding humans through their own trials? isn't that what you were doing to him since the day you died and came back to him?
you'd been a ghost. you'd been his angel. you'd been haunting him.
you'll always haunt him.
you seem to know it too, because the expression on your face is understanding, soft and yet so sad.
for what seems like the millionth time in his life, satoru aches to touch you.
he tries to move his hand but finds that he can't. synapses misfire. he can't feel his body anymore.
he wants to touch you. gods above, he wants to touch you so badly. please just this one last wish.
your translucent forms shimmers in the sunlight, and satoru can't tell if he's hallucinating or not because you suddenly seem to become fully physical. the particles of your form solidify, slowly filling with more color until you don't look quite so dilute. the saturation of your eye color comes back, and satoru can't look away because he's never seen a ghost so pretty before.
his breath hitches as you gently cup his cheek in your palm, warm and gentle. the melancholic look on your face makes his eyes sting.
"it's good to see you." he says with a weak smile, ignoring the metallic taste on his tongue. his breath is short, mind racing because your skin is on his again. finally, after so many years. you're so soft, just like he remembers.
"you weren't supposed to join me this quick." you sigh, eyes shining as you smile down at him ruefully. your thumb brushes over his bottom lip, and satoru's cerulean eyes flutter.
no. no more waiting. he'd missed you too much. he doesn't have it in him to stay away from you anymore. he'd done it long enough. your fingers tremble against his skin and he almost laughs.
no more haunting.
there's a resolute part of him that knows you'll be the first thing he sees when he gets to wake up again. he decides that, when he does, he'll get you a mango ice pop and plant some morning glories with you.
his eyes fall shut with a sigh.
"guess i couldn't stay away."
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don't say nothing | S.R.
gemini part two
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: softdom!spencer, "good girl" (you can tear it out of my cold dead hands), alcohol, fwb, oral fixation, consent, idiots in love, praise kink, gun violence, jealous spencer? unprotected pinv sex, word count: 3.73k a/n: posting smut twice in a row who the fuck am i?? anyways, everyone's favorite idiots in love are back. i used the song don't say nothing by del water gap to provide me with inspiration.
part one
please say something, cause I've been growing lonesomer each day
Penelope threw her arms up in frustration as you walked through the front door of OâKeefeâs, âI was beginning to think you were ditching us.â She got up from the booth, letting you slide in so that you were next to the wall â across the table from Spencer.
Things with him were as awkward as ever. The two of you were like a rubber band getting stretched, every time the tension became too much, you snapped and ended up in bed together - or in the academy showers, but that was just the one time. Looking at him now, the rubber band felt taut.
âI took the liberty of getting you this,â Garcia announced, a broad smile on her face as she pushed the glass toward you.
Raising your eyebrows, you eyed the beverage suspiciously before taking a tentative sip. An undetermined liquor slid down your throat as you tried to hide the distaste from your expression. Penelope had a taste for sweet, sugary drinks, it was the main reason she usually ended up puking first at girlsâ night.
Spencer noted the look on your face, discreetly sliding his glass of water toward you. Thank you, you mouthed to him, earning a slight smile in return. âSo, whereâs this friend of a friend that youâre trying to set Y/N up with?â Luke asked, standing at the open end of the table.
In your periphery, you saw the smile immediately drop off Spencerâs face. Feeling his eyes on you, you shifted on the supple leather of the booth and looked over at Penelope.
âHe said heâd show up later,â she said, lifting her own glass to her lips and sipping out of the straw.
That was enough for you to know that it would never work between the two of you. You needed someone who was punctual. Someone who wouldnât ghost you at the last moment. Huffing, you sat back in the seat, wondering how long youâd have to stay out before it was socially acceptable to go home.
You took about thirty minutes before asking your teammates to let you out of the booth under the guise of needing fresh air. Luke asked if you wanted to move out to the patio, but you waved him off before walking out the front door.
The spring air kissed your skin as you avoided pedestrians until you made it to the outer wall of the bar, leaning against the cool bricks and sighing.
âAre you alright?â Spencer asked, walking out of the bar, and approaching you.
Avoiding eye contact, you watched peopleâs shoes as they walked by â heels, sneakers, sandals. âIâm fine, Spence,â you answered simply as your heart begged you to meet his hazel eyes.
You closed your eyes as he reached out, gingerly placing his hand flat on your ribcage. âYou had a close call last week,â he said matter-of-factly, referring to a shot you had taken to the chest while on a case last week.
Shrugging, you opened your eyes again, âI was wearing my vest, barely even hurts anymore.â Spencer had been on sabbatical at the time, but he still came to visit you during your overnight stay in the hospital. You were left with a gnarly bruise to the ribs, and Emily had benched you for two weeks.
Tired of your refusal to meet his eyes, Spencer hooked a finger beneath your chin, lifting it until you could make out the gold of his eyes. He looked through the window of the bar, checking for something before he tugged you further from the glass. You didnât have the time to ask him what he was looking for before his lips were on yours in the alleyway.
Spencer Reid had a habit of kissing you like you were a last meal, with open, messy kisses that made your lovelorn chest ache.
âGarciaâs friend didnât show up?â He asked, pulling away from you just enough to get the words out.
Shaking your head, you reached up a hand and threaded your fingers through his hair, âNope.â You cocked your head to the side as the two of you fell into your familiar pattern, âIâm glad I didnât agree to the date. Couldâve been a fatal blow to my self-esteem,â you told him while thinking of a good way to navigate your current situation.
He also had a habit of making your mind go blank when his lips were on you, and you almost lost it when he groaned against your mouth, âHis loss.â
Your breath hitched when he used his knee to part your legs, placing an agonizing pressure on your sex as you resisted the urge to grind on his thigh.
âHey, Y/N?â He murmured in your ear before pressing gentle kisses on the side of your throat.
Humming, you bit your lip, âYeah?â
Detaching his lips from the soft skin of your neck, Spencer pulled away to look at you, âThank you for not agreeing to the date.â
Your body slouched against the wall, âI canât do this again,â you confessed. The words slipped out of your mouth too easily for it to be a lie, even if you never meant for them to come out.
Spencer took a step back, removing himself from you entirely, âWhat do you mean?â He asked, watching as you frantically smoothed down the front of your dress and caught your breath.
âWhy do I keep doing this to myself?â You muttered helplessly, once again averting your eyes from the man standing in front of you. Taking a shaky breath, your heart pounded so violently in your chest that you thought it might burst.
Catching out at you, he firmly placed his hands on either side of your waist before you could walk away from him. âBaby, what are you talking about?â He asked you urgently.
There it was again, baby. It was like a key in a lock, causing everything to pour out of you. âI canât stop thinking about you. Isnât that funny? Youâre there, haunting my every move, and none of me occupies even a fragment of your mind.â
Recognition flashed in his eyes as he processed what you were saying to him, âItâs me?â He said, hazel eyes flickering over your face.
âOf course, itâs you, Spencer,â you said exasperatedly, afraid of years of longing coming out in a random alleyway in the district. Tears pricked at your eyes as you silently pleaded for him to say something.
Bewilderment was pasted on his face as he opened his mouth to speak, shut it, and then opened it again. âThe person. Your one person that youâd say yes to. Iâm your one.â He clarified, trying to get a hold on the situation.
Nodding miserably, you reached up and placed your hand over your heart as if you could staunch your bleeding heart, âYouâre my one, and every time weâre together, youâre thinking about someone else.â It wasnât an accusation; you knew he had feelings for someone else. He had told you just as much at Dave and Krystallâs wedding. Two months ago. Wiping underneath your eyes, you gathered whatever was left of your dignity and walked away from the situation.
As you walked back to your car, you were vaguely aware of people staring at you. You knew that you had played just as big of a role in your own destruction as Spencer had, maybe even more. You never shouldâve had sex at the wedding, but you had sought comfort in one another.
Fishing around in your purse, you pulled your keys out, only for them to be scooped from your hands. âHey!â You shouted in frustration, gaining the attention of passersby as they wondered whether or not they needed to call 911 or stay out of a loverâs quarrel. Shooting daggers at Spencer, you refrained from stomping your foot in frustration lest you look like a petulant child. âGive me my keys, Spencer,â you insisted, holding your hand out impatiently.
âNot until you talk to me,â he responded. He was out of breath, meaning he had run to catch up with you â a feat in and of itself.
You crossed your arms in front of your chest, âThereâs nothing left to talk about, Spencer.â
He took a moment to catch his breath before looking around, âThere is everything to talk about. I have to talk to you.â
Weighing your options, you reached out for your car keys, which he let you take, and unlocked the car. âGet in,â you offered halfheartedly, wiping your cheeks before getting into the driverâs seat.
Silently, you started the drive, taking a right onto the next street. âThis isnât the way to your apartment,â Spencer observed anxiously.
You shook your head as you turned on your turn signal to merge onto the highway, âNo, itâs the way to yours.â
Residences had been off-limits during your illicit affair, but each member of the BAU had the ability to get to each otherâs homes. It was more of a safety concern than anything else. Since youâd never been to Spencerâs apartment before, you needed him to guide you through the lobby and up the stairs. To your chagrin, he did that by taking your hand in his and having you follow him.
Looking around once he unlocked the door, the first thing you noticed was that the space was so⌠Spencer. From the green walls to the stained-glass window to the piles of books, it all just seemed so fitting for him. âSit,â he said with an authoritative tone as he made his way back to the kitchen, returning with two glasses of water.
âWhat do you want to say, Reid?â You said, leaning back in an armchair as you looked over at him, taking calculated breaths.
Disappointment filled his eyes, âDonât call me that.â There was something in his eyes that resembled fear, but you couldnât quite place the reason.
Narrowing your gaze, you tilted your head to the side and feigned ignorance, âEveryone calls you that.â You challenged, even though you supposed it wasnât true.
âYou donât,â he responded simply. It was true, over the years you had never called him Reid. Dr. Reid and Spencer Reid, yes, but never just Reid. To you, he had always been Spencer or Spence. âWhen you do it, it feels so⌠impersonal. Detached.â
You blinked, not expecting him to have said that. Your relationship with Reid had always been personal. From back when you were just friends to whatever miscellany of emotions you had now. âI didnât mean for it to be,â you admitted defeatedly, fiddling with the buttons on your cardigan. Although maybe you had intended to detach yourself from the situation by referring to him with a name that felt less personal.
In your periphery, you saw him looking dejectedly at you, but you couldnât bring yourself to meet his eyes. âWill you please look at me?â
Swallowing thickly, you closed your eyes, âI canât.â Your voice was no more than a whisper as you admitted the truth, one look in his eyes, and youâd break your heart even worse.
âAt first, I thought it was easier for me to just say I was interested in someone else because I was under the impression that you were interested in another man,â Spencer told you candidly. âMy idea was that I could keep you close to me until you felt ready to move on, and that would just have to be enough.â
Staring blankly ahead of you, you reached out to grab your water from the coffee table, taking small sips as you struggled to digest what he was saying to you.
You shut your eyes tightly at the vulnerability in the room, opening them to find Spencer knelt in front of you. âWhat I didnât realize was that a fraction of you would never be enough, not for me.â
Burying your face in your hands, you avoided his eyes as the gravity of his admission weighed down your shoulders. âSpence,â you begged. He needed to stop. He was toeing the point of no return.
âI am so devastatingly in love with you,â he admitted. âI didnât know how deeply it ran until the wedding, but I just couldnât get myself to let you go.â
Spencer pried your hands off of your face, revealing teary eyes. You let your body slide off the chair until you knelt in front of him, knee to knee. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his.
Quickly, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling your body flush against his, âI love you.â
âI love you too,â you answered, surprised at how easily the words rolled off of your tongue. Taking your time, you slung one arm over his shoulder, reaching the other up so you could put your hand in his hair. You relished in his groan as you tugged lightly at the strands.
You couldnât help the whine that passed through your lips as he pulled away from you. He got to his feet before helping you up, and once you were standing, his lips were back on yours.
Leading you to what you assumed was his bedroom, you felt your blood heat up as he pushed your cardigan off of your shoulders. As you reached up to undo the buttons on his shirt, you grinned against his lips.
Sat on the edge of his bed, you parted your knees and pulled his shirt from where it was tucked into his pants before fumbling with his belt buckle. Disconnecting your lips so that you could look at what you were doing, he took the opportunity to duck his head and take your earlobe between his teeth. As he nipped at the soft skin, goosebumps spread where you were bare, leaving you in need of more. More of him.
Once you got his belt undone, you made quick work of the button and zipper on his slacks, sliding them down over his hips and ass while his hands made their way up your dress. âSpence,â you said breathlessly, trying to push his pants further down. Understanding your plea, he stepped out of them entirely, kicking them to the side.
Spencer drew away from you just enough to tug your dress off of your body, tossing it off to the side and gently guiding you so that your back was flat against the mattress. You watched in anticipation as he pulled his t-shirt off, the movement allowing for the tip of his cock to peek over the elastic of his boxers. âYouâre so pretty,â he muttered, the softness of the words taking you by surprise, âAlways so pretty for me, baby.â He gently traced his finger over your bruise as a shadow of worry crossed his features, but it was gone as quickly as it showed up.
His words spurred you on to pull at his underwear, trying to take them off, but you simply didnât have the arm span to do it on your own. âI wanna touch you,â you confessed, âCan I touch you?â
âI need to be in you,â Spencer answered, pulling his boxers off before kneeling in front of you, eyes widening when your legs fell open. Expertly, he hooked his fingers in the sides of your underwear, dragging them off in one swift motion and leaving the both of you completely bare.
Your mouth parted when his hand reached your wet heat and two fingers entered you tantalizingly slowly. âI thought- ah- no touching,â you complained. It was a halfhearted complaint because really, there was nothing to be bothered by. Â
Reaching down, your hand grabbed his wrist, trying to slow his ministrations. âYouâre so responsive for me,â he murmured, continuing to move his fingers in and out of you and watching in fascination as your hips bucked off of the mattress involuntarily.
âFuck,â You said, screwing your eyes shut as that all too familiar knot started to form in your lower belly. âSpence, baby- IâllâŚâ A low whine escaped your throat as he withdrew his fingers from your core. âSpencer,â you said in frustration, opening your eyes to see him inspecting your slick that had been left on his fingers.
Like a rehearsed routine, he placed his hand in front of your face, prompting you to incline your head forward and wrap your lips around his index and middle finger. As you swirled your tongue around his fingers, he watched you with an undying interest. âGood girl,â he muttered, the praise causing your sensitive cunt to clench around nothing.
Taking his hand back, you looked down as he used his now free hand to line his cock up with your entrance. Laying one of your hands at the side of your head, he used his other hand to intertwine your fingers before he pushed into you. Instead of tossing your head back like you normally would, you looked up at him, watching as he hilted himself in you. âSpencer,â you whispered.
âAre you alright?â He asked, checking in with you as he placed his free hand on the other side of your head.
You nodded quickly, âIt just feels different this time.â Your heart clenched at your own admission. You werenât using each other as an escape anymore.
Spencer hummed in understanding, leaning down and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. âI love you,â he whispered, âI love you so much.â
Your breath hitched as he tentatively thrust in you like he was testing the waters. âI love you,â you responded in kind, your voice higher than usual.
The response was enough encouragement for Spencer to keep going, he tucked his face in the crook of your neck, gently biting the skin as he set the pace. Small gasps escaped your throat every time his hips met yours.
As usual, your sounds spurred him on, seemingly trying to make you as vocal as possible, he used one hand to reach up and grope your breast. While his fingers pinched at your nipple, you wrapped your legs around his torso, locking your ankles together behind him. He lifted his head, moving his lips against yours in hurried, messy kisses that only aided the knot building in your stomach.
You didnât have the capacity to warn him before you came undone beneath him, your orgasm coming over you as you whined into his mouth. Your walls clenched around him so tightly that Spencer had a hard time keeping his pace before it became too much.
Sighing contentedly as he filled you, you ran your hands down his back as he continued working through both of your orgasms. You whimpered as he continued fucking his cum into your oversensitive hole until your head went fuzzy, âSpence.â
He stuttered to a stop, staying inside of you for just a beat under he pulled out, causing you to flinch as you were left empty. âAre you alright?â He asked, still breathing heavily â not that you were faring much better.
Nodding, you blinked rapidly as your lungs tried to catch up with the rest of you, âIâm perfect,â you answered dazedly.
Spencer smiled at you, âYou are. Perfect, that is.â He sat next to you on the bed, placing a hand on your bare hip, affectionately dragging his fingers over the skin. âYou need to go pee,â he said suddenly, furrowing his brows at you.
You couldnât help it as you erupted in a fit of giggles, resulting in an adorably confused look from Spencer. âSorry, itâs just you telling me that I need to go pee â itâs funny,â you told him, biting your lip to muffle your laugh.
âHave you not been peeing after sex?â He was clearly appalled as if the idea of you not peeing after sex was abhorrent to him.
Rolling your eyes, you propped yourself up on your elbows, âOf course, I pee after sex, Dr. Reid,â you put extra emphasis on his honorific. âAnd I will pee just as soon as Iâm sure my legs arenât going to give out of me when I stand up,â you explained to him, reaching out and placing a hand on his knee.
He looked at you seriously, âYou know, there are some studies that say the sooner after sex you urinate the less likely you are to contract a UTI.â
âOh my god,â you said, âDonât say the word urinate at me while Iâm naked in your bed.â You complained, clambering up and making sure you were steady before you walked to the ensuite.
Later on, you were laying in bed next to Spencer, your head was resting on his chest while he kept you tucked into his side. You flinched as a phone started ringing, you sat up and looked around for your phone. Please donât be a case, you silently hoped as you searched the sheets for your phone.
Once you finally grabbed it, you saw Penelopeâs contact flashing across the screen. Swiping the screen, you put the phone up to your ear, hearing loud music on the other end of the call. âHey, Penny,â you said, smiling as Spencer reached out and pulled you back into him.
You adjusted your t-shirt over your skin, having made Spencer go out to your car for your go-bag so that you could have clean clothes to sleep in. He slipped his hand under the cotton of your shirt, placing his hand flat on your bare skin. You tried to greet Penelope again when she doesnât respond.
âHey!â Her voice chimed in through the speaker, âWhereâd you go? Jason just got here!â
Frowning, you pulled your phone away and looked at the time â just past eleven oâclock. You sighed, letting your body meld into Spencerâs, âTell him that someday heâll find a girl with equally as atrocious time management skills as him.â
You heard some rambling on the other side of the call, and wondered how many members of the BAU made it out this late. âOkay, but where are you?â
Humming, you peered up at Spencer who had, unsurprisingly, pulled out a book to read before bed. âIâm right where I need to be,â you told her earnestly, wondering if she could hear your voice's smile as Spencer kissed your forehead softly.
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Can you feed me a fic?
Reader being Landos/Oscars gf and she wears something w big boobage so the boobs are unmissable and the bf eyes just donât leave her cleavage for a damn time and he gently touches them and goes oink oink
Or he gets turned on and they have a spicy time in his drivers room
Or both
Stay hydrated love
One each II LN4 x Reader x OP81 ââ˝
SUMMARY: Your boyfriends were so different to each other but when it came to you they were both a menace.
WARNINGS: Suggestive content...18+? First non smut fic here wow!
A/N: I know the request said one or the other but why limit ourselves like that you know I'm a sucker for poly fics anyways ;) This is short but open to making a part 2 if requested đ
"You're going to dinner in that?" Oscar asked utter shock audible in his voice as he stared unashamedly at your chest.
"Well yeah, I-" You were about to explain when your other boyfriend walked out of the bathroom.
"WOAH!" His eyes opened wide, a smile forming on his face as he stared right at your boobs.
You'd bought yourself what you thought was a nice fancy dress for the end-of-year McLaren dinner they were going to with your boys, yes it was a little more revealing than usual but you didn't expect the boys to be this shocked about it.
"Come to Daddy." Lando giggled as he approached you with his pointer finger before poking one boob and then the other. "oink oink." He poked each one as he said so.
Lando giggled while Oscar simply rolled his eyes at his man's antics unable to hold back the smile. Oscar was often more serious and reserved while Lando was as immature as they came often saying the first thing that came to mind something that frequently got him in trouble.
"Why are you showing everyone our babies?" Oscar asked this time as he cupped your breasts on each side squeezing them together creating even more cleavage between the slit of your dress.
You weren't even surprised with the boys touching you so much often having a hard time with keeping their hands to themselves but you still found their behavior right now hilarious.
"It's a dinner dress you muppets. Now be sensible and keep your hands off...and eyes up here." You stepped back causing Oscar's hands to fall at his sides yet you still saw how both their eyes kept staring straight at your boobs.
"BOYS!" You clapped in front of their faces making them snap out of their trance.
"aww, but baby." Lando pouted at the fact that you wouldn't let him stare.
"Right, I'm gonna change." You sighed defeated as you noticed even Oscar was having a hard time not staring and he was normally the one with a little more self-control.
"NO!" They both shouted at the same time, Oscar grabbing your hand to stop you.
"No, don't...we'll behave." Oscar tried to remain serious but you saw the little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Can we at least give you a kiss? One each?" Lando asked, a smirk visible in his face which you knew meant he was up to something.
"Yeah..." You replied unsure of what he had planned.
"Kay." He chirped happily leaning forward, you puckered your lips ready for the kiss but jumped slightly when you felt his lips against your left boob and then your right.
"Lando!" you yelled when you felt his teeth on your right boob.
"My turn." Oscar leaned down kissing your right boob and then your left as you also felt his teeth on your left boob this time.
"BOYS!" You pushed Oscar back quickly running to the bathroom to see the quickly forming mark on each of your boobs.
"What is your problem?" You called out to them coming back out to see them both proudly smirking at each other.
"C, mon let's go to dinner we don't wanna be late." Oscar reached his hand out to you.
"I can't go to dinner with a hickie on each boob!" You huffed annoyed.
"Sure you can." Lando shrugged.
"We have to make sure everyone knows what's ours," Oscar replied.
You felt tingles run through your body in between your legs as Oscar said so, suddenly finding yourself speechless.
"C, mon darling." Oscar walked to you placing his hand around your waist before he pulled you to him giving you a quick yet passionate kiss, feeling as his tongue traced your lips before pulling away.
You didn't even have time to catch your breath before you were pulled to your other side where Lando did the same kissing you as if he was trying to collect the spit Oscar had just left on your lips.
"mhm." You moaned/whined as you felt Lando pulling away.
Your lips were glistening with the spit of both your boys as you stood breathless between them.
"Off we go then." Lando took your other hand while Oscar still held your other as they walked you out, their plan of getting you hot and bothered off to a great start.
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we'll be alright
[spencer reid x reader]
summary: the one where it's the team's night out after a few long weeks of work and you're finally relaxing... not really. because you have a secret that's brewing your insides out.
pairing: s.reid x f!reader
w.c: 2.4K
warnings/content: mentions of pregnancy symptoms; sleep deprivation; alcohol; jj being a good friend; discussion about choices; fearing one's reaction; yk spencer reid the best (only) man on earth.
A/N: I planned this to be a small drabble... anyways, enjoy this blurb while I finish up a few requests.
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âwhat are you doing?â
âchill, jj. I'm not drinking.â
you roll your eyes at the blonde casting you a suspicious look when she walks over. you don't know why she did it, to be honest. everyone seemed to be having fun over at the table, you just felt too uncomfortable and had to take a breath of fresh air outside. when you came back, you sat down by the counter, the bartender placed a red drink in front of you claiming it was from a guy across the bar. you didn't look, you didn't care. you push it aside with an eye roll and stick to the glass of soda you had previously ordered.
âare you okay?â her sympathetic voice is too much for you to bear right now, so you inhale sharply, actually thinking about downing that whole red drink in a go but you're one hundred percent sure certain jj would knock it off before it reaches your mouth. âsorry. I won't ask.â
âi'm just... confused.â you shrug, playing with the hem of the glass, tongue traveling over your lips. they are pretty dry, you can't remember the last time you drank water. âyou don't have to keep an eye on me, jj. seriously, I'll be back in a second. I'm just... thinking.â
âhave you told him?â
âno.â
her brows pull together. and before she can offer you her unwanted advice, you cut her off.
âdon't tell me he has the right to know or anything like that. I know, okay? I know what I have to do, I know what I need to do. but I have a right to process everything on my own as well and I'm doing just fine doing that. for now.â you don't mean to snap, acknowledging the fact that jj means well, but you're tired of hearing obvious things about the situation and none of them did anything to help easing your nerves.
seems like people cared more about spencer's opinion on the matter rather than your own, when it is, in fact, a matter that you are carrying.
âi was gonna say take your time. you don't need to have it all figured out right this second.â you glance up at her, doubtful. jj gives your shoulder a squeeze and casts you a reassuring smile that almost sends you to jump in her arms to be coddled. âyou're not on your own. I know it can be overwhelming, trust me, but you can talk to me anytime you want, okay? when you're ready.â
you smile for what felt like the first time in the night. relief swallowing down a bit of the nervousness rumbling through your chest.
âthanks, jayge,â you say.
jj gives you a wink. she leaves you alone after that and you enjoy a few minutes on your own when a familiar and welcoming touch trails down your back.
âyou're quiet.â spencer eyes something above your head with hard eyes and his gaze immediately melts when it falls upon you.
âmarking territory, doctor reid?â you tease, noticing the jealousy by his tells. his tries at being inconspicuous are foolish, but you like it.
he flushes red, clearing his throat and mumbling I don't know what you're talking about under his breath.
you hum, resting your chin against your palm as you look up at him. âi'm always quiet.â
ânot like that.â spencer points out, tilting his head as his lips stretch into a soft smile. his gaze says I know you. you can't fool me. and he's 100% right, you can't. âis everything okay?â he questions, fingers grazing your upper arm in a way that it almost causes you close your eyes and give in to sleep right there. the truth is that you haven't been sleeping for three whole days. tossing and turning and feeding the nightmare in your head that all would go to shit. your relationship, you mean. the most solid thing you have going on for you, you'd screw that up. personally, you're a fan of facing the problem right away so you could get rid of it quickly. but this is neither a problem â not for you â nor you could fix it.
âi have something to tell you.â you swallow with difficulty. âbut I- I don't know how.â
âokay.â he caresses your arm, brows knitting together in slight concern. âdo you want to go home? is that okay for you?â
you sigh, hand traveling cross your face. âi don't want you to stop having fun becauseââ
âi wasn't having fun.â spencer is quick to cut you off albeit gently like he always is. âi was basically begging for you to call it a night so we could leave.â
a surprise laugh escapes out of you. you believe that.
âokay.â you nod, convinced. and a little less anxious to be honest. it's not like you'd say what you want to say in the middle of a crowded bar filled with drunk people. âyeah, we can, we can go home.â
âgreat.â he kisses your temple and waits for you to accompany him to your friend's table so you can bid your goodbyes. the first indication that something is off was your withdraw nature throughout the entire day. not that you weren't doing your job perfectly fine, you were. but your mind seemed to be elsewhere from the moment you stepped into the FBI headquarters to this very moment now. the second indication was when you said you'd get a drink and never came back. he found you by the bar with, in deed, a drink before you. then, he knew he had to say something.
âwhere are your keys?â spencer asks, adjusting the leather strap on his shoulder as you stride out of the pub. you lift the car keys between your fingers and he outreaches a hand towards it to which your eyebrows pull together in confusion. âyou drank, didn't you?â
your face smoothes out in understanding, âno.â he regards you with uncertainty. âi didn't,â you repeat with an eyeroll. âi can't. I ordered that one but I didn't touch it. if you wanna drive though, be my guest.â he takes the keys in the first chance and you just chuckle softly, walking to the opposite side and entering the car. when you finally adjust yourself in the seat, you let out a long breath in relief. your feet are killing you as well as your head. not to mention the dizziness coming back and forth.
you don't open you eyes when something presses against your torso, you know it's spencer buckling up your seatbelt that you had forgotten.
âwhat did you mean by you can't drink?â the peaceful silence is broken by spencer's gentle tone. he'd look over at you every few minutes, trying to point out if the cause for your pale cheeks is the faint light of the car or something else. your eyes are shut but he knows you are not sleeping by the constant shifting in your seat.
âwhat?â you stumble on an answer and that's the best you are able to come up with.
âyou said I can't.â
âyou're correcting my misspellings now?â
spencer's eyes widen slightly. when the traffic light turns red, he quickly turns to you ready to apologise. but he sees your smirk and backs down, letting out a sigh.
âno,â he says, rolling his eyes. there is still something unsettling about your behavior, he can't point out what. sometimes it just happened, that feeling. he knew something was off without a single glance your way. the red light turned green before he can carry on speaking.
he does it anyway, though his eyes are stuck to the avenue and not on you as he plans to.
âare you okay?â
silence. and then,
âwhy do you ask?â your voice is soft, almost uncertain. you are hesitant and holding back. something is definitely wrong.
âyou're withdrawal. you look tired and you didn't sleep well last night. I'm fairly sure you're a bit pale since this morning.â you're groaning beside him and spencer frowns. you finally arrive at your apartment and he takes a while to park before he turns the engine off. âare you sick? do you have the flu? migraines? cause we could have gone straight home tonight, you know that right? do you have a fevââ
âstop, spencer.â you mumble before his hands reach your forehead to check your temperature. you hate that he notices so much so fast. even though he's quiet about it, spencer is always paying attention. always. âit's notâ I'm not sick. don't worry.â
âi'm still worrying.â he replies matter-of-fact, earning a scowl from you. he isn't phased. âshould we go to the hospital?â
you huff like a five year old. âi just told you I'm not sick.â
âand I don't believe you.â
somehow, you wish he noticed more so you didn't had to say the truth out loud.
âi'm not sick.â your tone was sharp though you avoid it, it was just how it came out. you were sick of that subject.
spencer frowns. he stops himself before he could ask if you were sure of that statement.
âbut I might get sick.â you utter under your breath, unsure about saying it out loud but you already did it. spencer turns to you after he takes off his shoes, a pet peeve of yours is that you hate dirty shoes around the apartment. there's always a few pairs of flipflops by the doorstep in case you have visitors. or they can just walk around in their socks, you had no problem with that, which is what spencer did. â... once in a while.â
âwhat is going on?â spencer approaches you slowly, his concern starting to create a thousand of theories inside his head. âreally, I'm worriedââ
âi'm pregnant.â you let out and release the breath you've been holding for what felt like hours. there. it's done. when you open your eyes, you don't look at him but walk straight in the direction of your room. spencer is hot on your heels. you just wanted to shower.
âwhatâ you'reâ what do you mean?â his frantic voice almost makes you laugh if you weren't so tired with a headache brewing.
âi really need to take a long shower, spencer.â
âIââ he blinks, studying you for a moment before he swallows all of his questions and he sees. he sees what's going on and why your behaviour has been off these days. spencer's very observant, but sometimes he can let one or two hints wander off his radar. âokay.â he wants to hold you but he stays in his spot. if you want space, that's what he will give you. âdo you need me to prepare you a bath?â he prays you say yes but you shake your head, entering the bathroom and shutting the door.
he lowers himself down on the edge of bed and stares at nothing as his thoughts swirls around the signs being thrown at his face the whole week. the morning sickness. not being able to stand the smell of any perfume. a sudden dizziness... fuck. how could he have been so clueless?
spencer admits he's always beeng good at physics and chemistry and statistics and he's constantly praised for picking up certain behaviours in his line of work, but he sucks at social cues and most of the times he misses the joke in a room or your sarcasm â though he's infinitely better at detecting that.
he takes pride in knowing you. your little quirks such as the way you press your lips together when you're uncomfortable or when you pick at your cuticles when something is on your mind during a case. he doesn't know how he didn't notice that. really, you spent most of your time together, both at work and outside of work. hell, spencer knows your period cycle. he makes sure to fill his pantry with your favourites sweet and sour snacks for that time of the month. it truly makes no sense how be could be so oblivious.
he knocks twice on the bedroom door, apprehensive and extremely careful. he's afraid by your latest reaction that you don't want him around.
it's actually the opposite.
âcome in.â you're finishing getting dressed for the night. one of his old Caltech shirts slipping through your frame as he walks in slowly. you raise a brow in his direction, eyeing his figure standing by the doorway.
âi made you some peppermint tea. it's good for, hm, nausea.â
letting out a sigh at his hesitation, you lift a hand, silently asking him to come closer. âi'm not mad at you.â you clarify, breathing into his neck as he gently pulls you into his arms. âi was frustrated and tired and sore and sleepy. 'm sorry I was rude.â then, you chuckle awkwardly. âand sorry I dropped that bomb on you without a notice.â
he squeezes you, running a hand through your back. âdon't be sorry. I understand.â
âare you mad?â
he pulls back a little, stunned that you even asked that. âwhat? why would I be mad?â
you shrug, meddling with the collar of his work attire he still hasn't taken off. âwe didn't plan it. it's not ideal.â
spencer shakes his head, lifting your chin slightly to meet his gaze. âi don't care. I'm here for whatever you decide to do. there's no such thing as ideal.â
your mouth quirks up in the corners and you brush a honey brown curl behind his ear, fingertips trailing down his jaw.
âwhat?â he nudges your nose with his.
âi love you.â his grin is contagious and you can't help the laugh that bubbles out of you. you love him so much.
âand i love you.â you let out a shriek as he pulled you up in his arms, your feet being suspended from the ground. âhey,â he cups your cheeks lovingly. âwe'll figure it out. together. alright?â
you nod, warmth flooding through your chest as you close your eyes and lean into his touch. âyeah, yeah, we will.â you mumble in the croak of your boyfriend's neck. âI love you.â you repeat just because you felt like it.
spencer mutters the same three words softly into the crown of your head. and you know everything will be alright.
âââââââââââââ
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HEY! HEY! HEYYY! IT'S MEE
Anyways today is now birthday đđ (A.k.a April 4)
Can I request a whitebeard pirates x fem child reader?
Like the reader is like nezuko from demon slayer
Let's say that reader comes with ace to find a cure
So basically ace was figthing jinbe and whitebeard arrives and then ace and whitebeard starts fighting until ace pass out but before ace can pass out reader attacks then because she's very protective of her family đĽş
Then they basically distract reader so that they can aboard ace into the ship then out of nowhere reader starts running around because the sun was rising and she has no option but to go with the whitebeard pirates
So basically everyone was suspicious because why was reader wearing a muzzle? And why does reader only comes out in the night or stays in shades?
But if anyone tries to question ace gets really defensive because he thinks they'll kill reader because she's a demon
So in the end whitebeard first found out then Marco then thatch (f u Blackbeard) then izou then everyone?
Thank youuuuu â¨â¨
Demonically adorable (Whitebeard pirates x f!child!reader!)
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A/N, im not gonna lie cosmo, I was totally gonna skip this one and leave it for later but I got to actually reading and looking back at when ace joined and omg the ideas just started flowing, some things are not exactly as your prompt or donât go as in depth so I really hope you enjoyed this, because I certainly enjoyed writing it
Reader here is replaced by dokucha which stands for Reader in Japanese
Dividers by @/saradika
Dokucha's eyes widen as she runs towards Ace, trying to shake him awake, growling at the giant in front of them
âHmm? So he has a little brat with him?â
The only response he receives is the sound of hisses and growls behind the childâs muzzle
âBack down, Dokucha, youâre no match for himâŚmy fatherâs rival,â he grunts out
âI wonât lose,â he growls, beginning to stand up and ignoring the worried fussing of the child
âHeh, so you've still got some fight left, huh? Look, I'm not going to kill you today; you are far too valuable to someone to die hereâ, the man said, gesturing at the small child next to him
âJoin me and become my son,â he says, reaching out his hand to the flame man
âDonât screw with me, old fart,â he growls, slapping his hand away and launching himself toward the Emperor, only to be knocked back
Dokucha let out a sound close to a cry as she ran towards Ace, trying to shake him awake once again, snapping her head up at the sound of Whitebeardâs steps approaching them
She growls, standing in front of Ace, shielding him, her eyes shrinking to slits as the man continues to approach the two, her eyes glancing behind him as a blue flame approaches them
She watches as a blue flame grows closer until she is able to discern the shape of a bird landing next to the man
âAre we taking him with us?â He asks, glancing at Whitebeard
âYes, heâs knocked out. He will be no problem, but I reckon the little one wonât go as easily.â
âI can handle her, Pops; Thatch will take care of the boy and his crew.â
âSo I said, but you arenât making this easy,â he sighs, evading another lunge from the girl
âAnd here I thought the other one would be the troublesome,â he spoke, catching a kick that he sent his way and pushing her back
She catches herself, gripping the ground with all fours as she immediately leaps towards him again, growling at him and showcasing the sharp canines now on full display, the muzzle long gone as her body begins to mature rapidly.
He quirks his head at that,
âThat body of yours, is it the Toshi-toshi no mi?â He questions, flying out of the way to avoid her attack
She grits her teeth, looking at the airborne phoenix, preparing to jump up to meet him in the air until he suddenly flew down and trapped her between his talons
He hums, glancing at her expression, noting how the angry expression she had worn at the beginning had shifted to a worried one as she kept glancing around, presumably looking for Where they had taken Ace
âHey,â he calls, frowning as she ignored his call as she tried to free herself
âOi, Calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you,â he hollered, trying to settle her down
âYouâre just trying to protect him, right?â
She pauses her attempts to free herself at the question
âWeâre not going to hurt him; all the contrary, we want to help him,â he explained, huffing as she narrowed her eyes suspiciously
âI promise,â he said, returning his upper body to his human form as he raised his hands in a surrendering motion
âListen, how about I take you to him? You can stay with him, and we can talk about this in the morning.â
She looks at him, nodding, as her body slowly returns to her original childish state
He kept her for a few seconds, trying to determine if she was really giving up, removing his talons when it was clear she had no more fight on her
She yawned, glancing around her to take in the room she was in; remembering the events of last night, she jumped off the bed, grabbing her umbrella, and poking her head outside of the room.
âHey, pumkinâ, I see youâre awake,â a voice pipes in
She looks towards the voice, spotting a man dressed in Chef clothes smiling back at her
She looks at him for a few moments before reaching one of her hands towards him, opening and shutting it as her other hand held the umbrella
He grins and easily picks her up
âWhatâs with the umbrella sweetpea?â
She points her hand up
âHmm? The sun?â
She nods
âAre you sensitive to sunlight?â
Another nod
âWell, Iâll be damned, Marco did mention you were quite unique,â he said, looking her over, deciding not to comment on the bamboo piece between her teeth
âBut just as cute, aren't ya, darlin?â He said, tickling her neck
Muffled giggles escape her at the action as she nuzzles deeper into him, trying to escape the sudden attack
They both turn at the sound of a door slamming open, looking as a disheveled Ace left the room, looking around, confused
âLooks like sleeping beauty finally woke up; how about we go say hi?
She leans the umbrella against his shoulder to free her hand as she pulls at his clothes
âSomething wrong?â
She points at Ace, puts her hands together, leans her head against it in a sleeping motion, and then puts her wrists together, joining and separating her hands
âA sleeping crocodile?â
She shakes her head, repeating the motions
âAre you⌠are you trying to say he is snappy when he wakes up?â
She beams, nodding her head
He snickers at that
âI like you,â he said, walking closer to Ace as he threw himself against the walls of the ship, sliding all the way down and gripping his head only to snap it up at the sound of Thatchâs voice
âHey, there; I'm Whitebeardâs fourth division commander, Thatch. I'm a good friend to have if youâre going to be joining us he said, sitting down on the railing, gingerly placing Dokucha on his lap
âShut up!â He growls
âAnd give me back my sister he said, standing up and snatching the small girl from him, returning from his previous position as he hugged her
âHahaha! She was right; you are kind of snappy when you wake up,â he teased as he continued to explain what had happened when he passed out, teasing him further when he questioned the lack of restraints on him, replying that such a thing was not needed on him.
The next few weeks were but a blur to the small girl, every day following the same pattern for a while. Every day, Ace would ask her to stay behind as he would go after Whitebeard only to be launched back repeatedly. During these times, Dokucha took to bonding with the different brothers on the ship, as they cared for her when Ace was busy with his assassination attempts.
âHow many times has it been already?â Questioned Vista as he watched as once again Ace was thrown out of the Captainâs quarters
âMore than a hundredâ
âHow could such a sweet thing be able to deal with that hothead, always madder than a wet hen, ain't that right pumkinâ?â Thatch questions as he bounced the small girl on his legs, smiling at the muffled laughs that escaped her.
âStop moving so much, Izou,â grumbled as he continued to work on the girlâs hair upon her request
âThere you go,â he said, backing up with a smile
She beamed, jumping off Thatchâs lap and twirling around, showcasing her new hairdo
âSay, how come you wear that muzzle all the time?â Someone questions
âMind your own business,â Ace grumbled, dripping wet as he passed them and snatching the small girl up as he went, who gave the men behind her a wave as she left
âI think your brother should be about done with his daily attempt. Should we get this to him?â Marco questioned the girl on his hip as his other hand held a bowl of soup, smiling as she bounced her head up and down
He chuckles at the action as he exits the kitchen and walks over to the spot where Ace laid, gently putting Dokucha and the bowl of soup next to him
A whine escaped the girl as he left, running after him as he took his leave
âHey, whatâs wrong? You can stay here with Ace. â his actions differed from his words as he picked up the child again
âTell me, why do they call him pops?â Ace grumbled, watching the interaction between the first mate and his sister
âBecause he calls us sons, itâs just a word, but itâs nice, isn't it? Most of us are hated by everyone and donât have families of our own, so that alone means everything to us,â he said, watching him for a moment and sighing, walking over to him and kneeling down, placing the girl next to them
âHey, when are you going to stop this? I'm sorry to rain on your parade, but you arenât strong enough to kill him, so you have two options: leave and start anew or stay and bear Whitebeardâs mark on your back,â he spoke
âDo try to keep your sister in mind when you make your choice, will you?
I do hope you decide to stick around; weâve grown fond of the little miss.â
Ace found himself deep in thought; it seemed like only a day ago he had been mulling over if he would stay or if he would go; now he found himself mulling over if he should become a commander under Whitebeard or not; he glanced behind him as Dokucha ran circles between Marco and Thatch, the men struggling to keep up with her zigzagging.
He sighed as he made his final decision.
âDokucha, come hereâ
So I donât have full fledged scenarios on the reactions the crew members would react to the news but I do have already thought out how they would react so maybe I can do it in a headcannon format? đ Also I really tried to lean in into southern Thatch, without making it too much, what do yall think?
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a few of y'all asked me about this ages ago and i always had the thought in my head but i never actually wrote it down.
but y'all really liked the idea of loser!kuroo and virgin!mean!reader
word count: 845 cw: fem!reader, virgin!reader, name calling, bullying, fingering, implied oral (f receiving), minors dni
virgin!mean!reader who everyone thinks is experienced and she's never bothered to correct them
even kuroo thinks she has a couple bodies under her belt when she starts tormenting him on the daily
she's just so cool and beautiful and everyone is afraid of her but lowkey wants to spend a night with her????
but some things are a bit off
whenever kuroo gets too close to reader during their study sessions and his tall, imposing, figure completely towering over reader when he leans in to ask a question, he notices for some reason you can't look him in the eye
sometimes reader kisses kuroo when she's bored and wants him to stop talking but whenever he deepens it by sucking on her tongue or his fingers try to slip under her shirt, she immediately pushes him away. "fucking pervert," she snaps, going back to her book
reader's bugging kuroo another dayâthe usual poking fun at him for being a loser always talking about science and tripping over his own feet. "i bet you've never even had pussy. you a virgin or something?" you laugh at your own hypocrisy, keeping up the ruse
kuroo shrugs his shoulders, explaining that he had, in fact, slept with two people back in high school (his first girlfriend ever and a rebound after the two broke up)
reader's shocked that even someone as pitifully embarrassing as kuroo got some before her and irrationally pissed off at the thought of someone else touching kuroo like that
again, her behavior captures kuroo's attention, prompting him to ask if she's had sex before
"what the fuck are you on about? i'm not a fucking virgin!" you blurted out, immediately going on the defense. but kuroo can see how you're acting now and remembers all those times you got flustered but the tiniest bit of physical intimacy.
he stands up, using his height to back you into a corner of your small dorm room. just as he figured, your eyes grow wide and all the attitude you had moments before is nowhere to be seen.
"has nobody ever made you cum before, baby?" kuroo asks, leaning in for a deep kiss that you can't push your way out of this time. "is that why you're so upset? do you need me to help you cum?"
you've never seen kuroo act like this beforeâso secure and sure of himself. his finger reached out, slipping past your top to touch the soft skin and your body feels like it's buzzing.
he kisses you again, using his strength to keep you from pushing him away when his tongue enters your mouth. "te-tetsu," you whine, feeling embarrassed that he's having such an effect on you.
"tell me you want me to help," kuroo huffs between kisses. "i can't do it unless you tell me."
you'd literally rather die than admit how badly you want kuroo to do whatever he wants with you. but the words leave your lips anyway, full of desperation and shame. "tetsu, i wanna cum. please, please help me cum."
it's all kuroo needs to shove his hand down your shorts and push your panties to the side. you whine when his fingers plunge into your warm, wet heat. it's the first time anyone else has touched you down there and kuroo's fingers are thicker and rougher than yours.
his pace is slow but kuroo easily stretches you out, swallowing every cry of yours with another kiss. "this is all you needed huh, baby?"
it's all over when kuroo uses his thumb to circle your clit, leaving you more of an incoherent mess. it's never felt like this when it was just you. touching yourself will never be the same, it has to be kuroo doing it now. nobody else but him.
your body shudders, a sob leaving your lips as you finally come on kuroo's fingers, juices running down his hand. your cunt offers no resistance, fully accepting his digits fucking you through your orgasm.
the only thing keeping you upright is the fact that kuroo pinned you to the wall. you're feeling lightheadedâwhen did tears run down your face?âthe squelching sound your pussy makes when kuroos pull his fingers out leave you mortified.
it's worse when he starts licking them, groaning over your essence.
kuroo helps you to your bed, laying you gently on the mattress and situates himself between your legs. "ready?"
"ready?" you repeated, unsure of what he meant. your cunt was still reeling from your last release, still feeling the ghost of kuroo's fingers sending you over the edge.
"oh, don't worry, baby. we're not having sex tonight, you're not ready yet." he coos, kissing your thigh. "but the thought of licking your sweet pussy right now makes me really hard and i just wanna be a little selfish."
this isn't the kuroo that cowers whenever you walk down the hall, afraid of becoming the target of your anger. this is much, much different that what you're used to.
"whatever makes you feel good, loser," you said, with no malice in your voice.
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Let's play a little game | Ethan Landry x Reader
Summary: You get a phone call from a masked ID when youâre home aloneâŚ
Word count: 2k
Warnings: smut, fingering, p + v action, ambiguous consent, home invasion, cheating,
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You looked at your reflection in the mirror as you brushed your hair, admiring how hot your body looked in those small shorts and cami. The rumors were true, you really looked your best in your early adulthood. You posed, making sure all your curves were in a flattering angle, and sent a picture to your boyfriend. It was a bummer Chad was away in Woodsboro for the weekend when you looked that good.
After exchanging some naughty texts with Chad, you called Tara if she wanted to come over and watch horror movies. The weather had been gloomy and cold all day, which was perfect for the occasion.
ââIf you had called me two hours ago, I would be running over in my pajamas and bringing along my fuzzy blanket, but I may have gotten a call from a certain brunet from my film class and agreed to go on a dateâŚtonight.ââ Tara covered her mouth to stifle her excitement, but you could hear it in her voice.
A smile bloomed on your lips, excited for your friend. ââOh my god! He did?ââ
ââYes.ââ On the other side of the line, Tara paused, her head full of Tyler. ââIâm so nervous. Itâs my first date ever.ââ
ââItâll be okay, T,ââ you reassured her. ââAnd if he turns out to be a jerk, excuse yourself to the bathroom and send me a text. Iâll call you and fake an emergency.ââ
Tara promised, then hung up to finish getting ready for her date. She needed to leave before Sam got home and asked a plethora of questions. Maybe sheâll do a full search on Tyler to make sure heâs not a crazy Stab fanatic like her own ex-boyfriend.
You were about to shoot a text to Anika, but your phone rang again. This time, the caller ID was masked.
You answered with a frown.
ââHello?ââ a distorted male voice said.
Your frown deepened. ââEh, shouldnât I be the one saying âhelloâ?ââ
ââWho is this?ââ
ââWho are you trying to reach?ââ
ââI donât know.ââ There was a short silence, then the man spoke again. ââDo you like scary movies?ââ
ââYeah.ââ You took a body-spray from your vanity desk and spritzed a little on you, smiling when the sweet caramel scent filled the air.
ââWhatâs your favorite scary movie?ââ
You took a moment to think. ââProbably Jenniferâs Body. Does that count? Itâs more of a horror comedy, but Iâve watched it a thousand times.ââ
The stranger hummed. ââThe one with the hot chick that eats her best friendâs boyfriend?ââ
ââYes!ââ
ââSpeaking of boyfriend, do you have a boyfriend?ââ
ââWhy? You want to ask me out on a date?ââ you joked, fixing the pendant of your necklace that had flipped over.
ââMaybe.ââ
ââIf you want to ask someone out on a date, calling on a masked ID is not the best way. It gives off stalker vibes.ââ
ââIâm not a stalker.ââ
ââHow can I know youâre not?ââ
ââIf I were a stalker, I would tell you how hard my cock is just from looking at you in those pajamas.ââ
You gulped uncomfortably, standing from your vanity chair and going to your window to peer through the curtains to see if anyone was outside. You were on the tenth floor. How would anyone get up there from the outside? It didnât make sense.
But it was the only window in your bedroomâŚ
ââIâŚIâm gonna hang up. I need to take my dog out.ââ
It was a lie. You didnât have a dog, but the stranger on the other end didnât know that.
ââDonât hang up on me!ââ he yelled at you.
You did anyway.
Seconds later, the phone rang again. Fuck.
ââWhy are you calling again?ââ you snapped at the caller, not bothering to check the ID. You knew it was him.
ââTo apologize, of course.ââ
ââOkay. You did. Now bye.ââ You pulled the phone away from your ear, but the man yelled at you.
ââIf you hang up again, Iâll come inside and gut you!ââ
The threat was stronger and starting to scare you, but you couldnât let him know.
ââYouâre bluffing,ââ you said, praying your voice wouldnât falter. ââIâm on a high floor. You canât get to me.ââ
ââFrom the outside, no. But who said Iâm not already inside.ââ
Fear settled in your guts as your phone buzzed with a text message. A picture. Someone in a Ghostface mask standing in your bedroom. He had a knife in his hand and you had a feeling it wasnât a fake one.
When was this taken? And where was he now?
You searched your vanity for something to use as a weapon. There was a ton of makeup, a few perfume bottles, your hairbrush â all useless. Then your eyes fell on your manicure scissors. You used them a few nights ago to cut a thread from a shirt. They were small but pointy. It could injure your stalker.
Scissors tight in your hand, you stood from your chair and ventured to your living area. It was a very small apartment. The living room and kitchen were merged into the same room and all the lights were off. You turned the main light on, illuminating the whole room, but saw no one.
The curtains were closed. They were tall and thick enough for someone to hide behind.
Putting your fictive big-girl pants on, you walked to the window to check, but jumped and when you heard the distorted voice in your ear.
ââLetâs play a little game. I say something and you do as I sayâŚ.or else Iâll use that sharp knife on you. Got it?ââ
You gulped and nodded. A part of you wanted to call the cops and signal a home invasion, but if your intruder was already inside, they would never get to you on time. Even at night, New York traffic was a nightmare.
ââTake those little shorts off. I want to see those lacey panties you have on underneath.ââ
You didnât want to, but you reached for your small dolphin shorts anyway. You werenât shy with your body, but getting undressed for a stranger to jerk off to you made you stomach churn. Your fingers touched your waistband, about to pull your shorts down, but stopped when you remembered you were not wearing anything under.
ââI-I'm not wearing any.ââ
ââDon't lie to me. I can see those tiny shorts from here.ââ
You looked around the room, trying to figure out where he was hiding. Your bedroom window was already out of the options. Your bed was a box and your closet and the bathroom door were shut. Where the hell was he hiding?
ââNot the shorts,ââ you corrected. ââThe panties.ââ
ââNaughty girl.ââ
You should be disgusted, but you found yourself blushing â and slightly turned on â at the creepy stranger's words. Was it the Ghostface mask that was suddenly having this effect on you? You did feel a strange liking to the masked killers when you watched horror movies.
ââStrip.ââ
You fumbled to push your dolphin shorts down and out of the way, exposing yourself bare.
ââNow go back to your room, get on the bed and sit against the pillows.ââ
You did as told and leaned back into your pillows, but kept your knees closed. You could sense where this was going. Men loved to watch a girl touch herself. If you look at their internet history, youâll find a ton of porn videos of women touching themselves.
He tutted you. ââDon't try to hide. Spread your legs. I want to see.ââ
You knew you shouldnât part your legs, but your arousal was getting stronger at every instruction. Itâs like he had casted a spell on you and you were helpless to disobey him.
God, you should be disgusted with yourself. How could you be turned on by a masked intruder in a Ghostface mask asking you to strip and give him a free view of your intimate parts?
Shutting your subconscious, you parted your legs and exposed yourself, shivering when you felt the cool air of the room.
You heard a groan in your ear. ââThatâs a beautiful pussy. Show me how wet you are for me.ââ
Your free hand slid down your body and to your mound, then lower. You sighed as you reached your folds, spreading them and showing the way your lips glistened with wetness.
ââAm I wet enough for you, Mr. Ghostface?ââ you asked into the room, sliding your finger up and down your folds a couple of times.
ââWhy donât you stick a finger inside? Play with yourself for me.ââ
A soft moan slipped from your lips as you did, your finger sliding easily. You thrusted in slowly, then out, and repeated. The pace was too slow for your personal liking, but you knew how to tease and turn on a partner. Watching a video of your fingers sinking in and out of yourself, coated with your arousal had made your boyfriend cum in his dorm bed many times.
But letâs not talk about Chad now.
You added a second finger and caught your bottom lip between your teeth when you curled them. You wish you had your pink vibrator for your clit, but your other hand was occupied holding your phone.
ââMmh, youâre making me so fucking hard right now.ââ
ââAre you touching yourself to the sight of me, Mr. Ghostface?ââ you asked, bringing your thumb to your clit and rubbing.
A distorted whimper came from the other side of the line. He was.
The sensations from your touches were sending fuzzy tingles from your neck to your dripping pussy, but it wasnât enough. You needed more.
ââIs that all youâre going to do? Are you going to just watch me fuck myself for your own pleasure like a selfish assholeâŚor are you going to come and fuck me?ââ
The line went dead and all the lights went off, sending chills down your spine. You removed your fingers, unsure if this was part of the game or not.
ââHello?ââ you called into the darkness of your bedroom. ââIs someone there?ââ
It was stupid to ask, having seen enough horror movies to know what happens to characters who ask that very question.
The light returned with a static noise and you jumped when seeing a tall Ghostface figure standing at the end of your bed, watching you intently. He pounced on your bed like a lion on his prey, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you toward him.
A deafening scream left your throat, thinking he was going to kill you. Instead, he parted your thighs and lifted his robe, his pants already down to his thighs and his hard cock out. He wasted no time, thrusting himself between your wet folds and splitting your cunt open as you moaned out loud.
ââYou like being filled with my cock, uh? You unfaithful little whore!ââ the distorted voice said, grabbing your hips and pounding into you. ââGetting fucked by someone else while her boyfrined is away in California.ââ
Unfortunately, you couldn't deny it. This cock felt fucking amazing.
You pushed all thoughts of Chad to the back of your head. Youâll figure this out later.
Right now, all you wanted to focus on was the man between your legs.
The sounds that rang from your throat were nothing short of obscene, mouth hanging open helplessly while he wrecked your pussy, his cock slick with the evidence of your arousal. You clawed at your sheets, your back arching from the bed from the intense pleasure filling your whole body.
Moans and grunts mixed with wheezings came from underneath the mask. Breathing must not be easy under the rubber mask. You reached out and took it off, gasping in shock when seeing who was underneath.
Ethan?!
You opened your mouth to speak, but he threw your legs over his shoulders and you cried out at the change of angle, not caring that your boyfriendâs roommate was fucking you.
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Could you do something like caught with Matt, but when their kid âseesâ them, they assume Matt was hurting y/n. â I was just giving mommy a massageâ could be an excuse. Also this is all ur decision and love your writing<3
Mommyâs okay - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot
warnings - starts with smut, swearing, fluff, short
smut summary: p in v, unprotected but w bc, praising
âââââââââ
10:31pm
Matt thrusts into me as i let out series of moans and whimpers, my legs shaking around him as i was getting close to my orgasm.
âMatt! I canât! Fuck!â I whimpered out, one of his hands holding my neck, not with a tight grip, and the other reaching down to trace circles on my clit.
He groans, leaning down and kissing my lips, âYou can, baby, fuck, my good girl. Take it, sweetheart, i know you can. Cum for me, baby, cum.â He told me.
I moaned as i clenched around him, my orgasm crashing over me as he continued to thrust into my sensitive hole.
âIm cumming too, y/n, fuck, baby, so so good.â He whimpered against me as he finished, cumming inside me.
I moaned as he continued to thrust into me, our breaths slowing down as he pulled out, collapsing on top of me though.
We then heard crying from the other room, Mattâs head shot up.
âShit,â I muttered as Matt got off of me, quickly putting on his clothes and going to the other room.
I obviously had to clean up first and change, but when i was finished u walked into Ellaâs room to see Ella sniffling against Matt as he held her, rocking our four year old back and forth as her arms were around his neck.
Her head snapped towards me, âMommy!â She cried as she put her arms out for me to take her.
âWhat happened, love?â I asked softly, her crying in my arms.
Matt had a smirk on his face, him making eye contact with me before covering his mouth not to laugh.
âI heard you yelling, y-you said you couldnât and daddy said you could!â She sobbed against me.
My cheeks turned red with embarrassment, âAw baby, Daddy was just giving me a massage, my back has been hurting but he made it feel all better.â I kissed her cheek as i shook my head, Matt letting out a snort.
I threw one of Estrellaâs stuffed animals at him before laying Ella back on her bed.
âIm okay, baby, i promise.â I told her, kissing her forehead.
âPinky promise?â She held her small pinky out to me.
I interlocked pinkies with her, âPinky promise.â I laughed.
Matt walked over to Estrella, âGoodnight, sweetheart.â He said softly, brushing her hair out of her face and kissing her cheek.
âNight night, daddy.â She said before turning over and hopefully falling asleep.
We then walk out of the room, Matt shutting the door behind us.
âIâm pretty sure i was breaking your back instead of fixing-â
I slap his chest, âOh shut up,â I rolled my eyes as he let out a laugh.
âââââââââ
this one was crazyyyy i was like ella go to sleep anyway i hope you guys like this
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The Eye of the Hurricane [14] - Wedding
A.N: Hereâs the new chapter my loves! â¤ď¸ Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! â¤ď¸I hope youâll like this chapter as well and please donât forget to tell me what you think! â¤ď¸
Summary: A wedding can be a good place for clarity. Â
Word Count: 3400
Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Violence, stabbing, death, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I donât condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.
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Well, this was going to be fun.
The wedding was tonight and your phone already had way too many text notifications. You would be meeting Becca and Sarah today to get ready, so you had woken up way too early just like Bucky. After taking a quick shower, you made your way downstairs to see him in the kitchen, making coffee.
âMorning.â
Bucky's head snapped up and he turned around to look at you better.
âWhoa,â he said, âThis is a surprise."
You pulled your brows together.
âUm, we've been staying in the same honeymoon suite for a while now, in case it has escaped your notice.â
âNo no, as inâ am I allowed to see you?â
You blinked a couple of times. âWhat are you talking about?â
âI meanââ he said, motioning between you. âIsnât it bad luck? If I see you before the wedding?â
You shrugged your shoulders, then jumped to sit on the kitchen island.
âWeâre going to get a divorce anyway,â you said. âThat whole tradition is for actual couples, not us.â
Bucky pursed his lips and cleared his throat before holding up a mug.
âCoffee, my romantic wife?â
âStop calling me that, and yes.â
He chuckled, filling the mug with coffee before handing it to you.
âThere you go.â
âThanks,â you said. âSo, weâre getting married then.â
âMm hm.â
âSo Iâve been thinking,â you said. âThereâll be a lot of important guests there as well as alcohol. A good way to start alliances.â
âYouâre going to use our wedding to make business deals?â
âYouâre not?â you asked back and he thought for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders.
âYeah I see what you mean.â
âAnd I need to talk to Stark tonight.â
Bucky grimaced.
âI did that earlier this week,â he said. âWould not recommend, itâs not a nice experience.â
You stifled a laugh.
âWell, we need him,â you said. âAs much as I hate to admit.â
âI meanââ he started but was cut off when someone pounded on the door, making both of you turn your heads before Beccaâs voice reached inside.
âYouâd better not be seeing each other right now!â
Bucky threw his head back and you made your way to the door to open the door, smiling already. When you opened it, you found Becca and Sarah standing there and Sarah looked amused already while Becca let out a gasp.
âJust as I thought!â she said, walking past you to step inside and you hugged Sarah when she stepped inside.
âHey!â
âHey there,â she said. âI held her back as long as I could.â
âAppreciate it,â you said and pressed a kiss on her cheek, then turned around to see Becca who made her way to Bucky.
âAre you trying to get bad luck? Why are you seeing the bride?!â
âAsk the bride,â Bucky said and you rolled your eyes.
âCome on, everyone in this room knows that this is more of a business deal than a wedding.â
Sarah shook her head slightly and you stole a look at her.
âIt is,â you insisted and she held up her hands.
âI didnât even say anything.â
âAnd where is my coffee?â Becca asked and Bucky nodded at the coffee machine.
âItâs right there, help yourself.â
âDid mom teach you nothing?â she asked while you leaned your head on Sarahâs shoulder, watching them bicker. âIs this your first time interacting with a guest in your place?â
âWe donât have the time to get coffee Becca, we can get it on our way to the weekend house,â Sarah stated and you checked your phone when you received another text, then heaved a sigh.
âWhy is everyone texting me?â
âItâs just my theory but maybe because itâs your wedding day?â Sarah asked and motioned at you. âGive me your phone, youâll be busy the whole day.â
âOh my God thank you.â
âI already talked to Steve and Sam and I know when exactly youâre supposed to arrive there,â Becca said. âWhich means, if youâre late as you like to be all the timeââ
âItâs my own wedding Becca, I couldnât be late if I tried.â
âWell forgive me if I donât trust you,â Becca said. âIâm serious, my brother or not, Iâll shoot you if youâre late.â
âDoes this have something to with the fact that you donât know if your girlfriend is coming to come to the wedding so youâre channeling all your anger to me?â
âBucky!â you hissed and he shrugged his shoulders.
âWhat?â
âMaybe worry less about my relationship and more about yours since weâre still not sure your wife who happens to be my best friend wonât kill you in your sleep,â Becca said airily and Bucky scoffed.
âShe wonât kill me in my sleep.â
âShe might.â
âShe wonâtâ Y/N, tell her.â
âMy dad raised me better than that,â you pointed out. âYou donât even kill enemies in their sleep, let alone allies.â
A happy smile lit up Buckyâs face as if you had just proclaimed your undying love to him on a bent knee and he motioned at you.
âSee?â he asked Becca, pride clear in his voice. âWeâre allies.â
âYouâd have to be awake for it,â you added and Buckyâs head whipped around so that he could see you better.
âCome again?â
âBecause honorââ
âAlright!â Sarah cut you both off. âLetâs go. Bucky, Sam and Steve are on their way here.â
âYeah they just told me on group chat.â
âYou have a group chat?â you asked and shook your head. âOf course you do.â
âCome on,â Becca said as she walked outside and Sarah followed her. You lingered there for a moment before you nodding at Bucky.
âIâll see you at the wedding then.â
âSee you, wife.â
âStop calling me that!â you said and quickly left the suite before he could reply, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat.
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The majority of the day had gone pretty fast. Thanks to your wedding planner, everything looked exactly how you described her. Barnes weekend residence and its huge yard were already gorgeous, and as the night fell, it looked almost magical. All the guests were seated, Becca and Sarah were already by the altar and so was Bucky, Steve and Sam. Even though you had tried to keep this wedding simple and with as few people as possible, it still looked like there were too many people and you brushed a hair over the skirt of your wedding gown, shifting your weight from one foot to other.
âY/N?â
Your head shot up and you smiled at your father.
âIâm fine,â you said before he could ask, leaning your back to the wall, waiting for your cue. He kept his gaze on you before giving you a teary smile.
âYour mother would be so proud of you.â
âI havenât done anything to make her proud yet,â the reply left your mouth before you had a chance to stop it and he pulled his brows together.
âSweetheart,â he said. âYou donât have to do anything.â
No.
No you did have to.
You hadnât done anything at all to prove yourself yet thanks to your father pushing you out of the picture so that Ian could be his heir instead of you, but you were going to fix that.
Whether he liked it or not.
âRight,â you managed to say. âSorry. Iâm just kind of nervous, thatâs all.â
âThatâs understandable,��� he said. âBut I assure you, tonight will go the way youâve always dreamed of.â
Well, you had dreamt of actually being in love with the groom when you dreamt of your wedding but your father didnât need to hear that.
This was going to be yet another thing you would keep from him, along with the car chase incident.
âYour aunt texted me by the way,â he said. âShe sends her apologies for not making it to the wedding but sheâs going to visit soon, she says.â
You tried not to roll your eyes and nodded your head.
âGreat.â
âY/N, I know things havenât been great lately but Iââ he started but was cut off when the music started and you pushed yourself off the wall, rolling your shoulders back. He offered you his arm, and you took a deep breath, trying to calm your wild heartbeat down.
âReady?â he asked and you bit inside your cheek, then took his arm.
âReady,â you said and you both started walking down the aisle.
It was alright. This whole marriage was just going to last until you took over, and then you were going to get a divorce and you and Bucky would go your separate ways.
Bucky, who was now looking at you like you were the most beautiful woman he had seen.
You averted your gaze from his as your father and you reached the altar, and he squeezed at your arm before nodding at Bucky, then took his seat. You let out a breath and stole a look at Becca and Sarah, then turned to face the priest, forcing yourself to focus.
Fine, from an objective viewpoint he did look very handsome today.
Not that it changed anything. He was still the most arrogant man you had ever met.
Your heart was still beating so fast that you could hardly focus on what the priest was saying. You and Bucky had informed him earlier on that you would skip the speeches, considering that you had nothing to say other than lies, and you didnât want to risk people seeing through your lie.
You could swear your head was spinning but you tried to see through the nervousness making its way through your system. You just needed to do this to take over, and then youâd get a divorce and you were hardly going to think about Bucky after that point, except forâ
Well.
Technically you were going to have to do business with your ex-husband but that slight detail aside, it was going to be fine.
Blood was muffling your ears as you heard Bucky speak and you dug your fingernails into your palms, then your head shot up when you heard your name.
âY/N?â the priest said and you blinked a couple of times, then cleared your throat.
âIâI do,â you said almost automatically and Bucky let out a relieved breath as the priest smiled calmly.
âI now pronounce you husband and wife,â he said. âYou may now kiss the bride.â
Fuck.
Fuck, this right here had escaped your attention while planning the wedding and from the look of surprise on Buckyâs face, it had escaped his attention as well. He stared at you for a moment as if he didnât know what to do, and the priest coughed as if trying to signal him.
âYou may kiss the bride,â he repeated and you gave a small nod of your head, making Bucky swallow thickly before taking a step to you. Your heart skipped an excited beat as his arm sneaked around your waist and he pulled you closer, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, then he dipped you slightly backwards, then leaned in to capture your lips in a kiss.
âŚOh.
You would be lying if you said you hadnât dreamed about this before. Back when you still had the biggest crush on Bucky, you would spend hours thinking about how it would feel if he kissed you, even imagining your wedding sometimes butâ
You hadnât thought that his kiss would feel this good.
Before you could even stop yourself, your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours like he wanted to make the moment last. You exhaled, your breath mixing into his but when the applause started, you both snapped out of it. Bucky helped you gain your balance as you tried to catch your breath, then rolled your shoulders back and stepped back from him to smile at the crowd, ignoring the way Buckyâs eyes were glued to you.
                                                          *
You were quite certain you were the first bride who was going out of her way to avoid the groom on her wedding, but in your defense, you had a lot to think about.
Not that kiss.
You had to think about anything and everything except that kiss.
You passed through the huge garden to approach the bar, stealing a look at Leila and Becca who seemed to be in a deep conversation but judging by the small smile on Leilaâs face, it was going well. Bucky was talking to Steve and Sam by the corner and Sarah was listening to Winnifred who seemed very enthusiastic to tell her something, motioning at the garden.
Probably something about the wedding.
You ordered your drink and smiled at Ryan who was sipping his drink by the bar and he smiled back.
âMaâam.â
âHi Ryan,â you said and looked around. âPlease tell me Ian left early.â
âHeâs in the bathroom maâam,â Ryan said and you rolled your eyes.
âGreat,â you said. âSo are you having fun?â
âI am, thank you,â he said and looked down to his glass. âItâs a nice wedding and youâŚyou look very nice if you donât mind me saying.â
âOh thank you!â you said. âYou know, if you everââ
âMrs. Barnes,â another voice cut you off and you looked over your shoulder, then turned around to see him better.
âMr. Stark,â you managed to say and the bartender put your glass on the counter. You took it into your hand and leaned back to the counter.
âTony is alright.â
âY/N is alright,â you quipped and Tony smiled at you.
âVery well.â
Ryanâs phone beeped and he cleared his throat, then put his glass down and walked away from you to make his way to the house.
âHow do you like the wedding so far?â you asked and Tony thought for a moment.
âNo one is shooting at anyone,â he said. âIâd say itâs going well.â
âThe night is still young,â you said and he chuckled.
âI suppose,â he said. âBut the drinks are pretty good.â
âFood is gonna be better,â you said. âWe just figured people shooting at people would be less of a possibility if we made them drink first.â
âYour idea or Buckyâs?â
âMine.â
Tony hummed and ordered his drink while you sipped yours.
âMy father says youâre not exactly happy about this wedding,â you told him and he shrugged his shoulders.
âIâm thinking about how it will affect the balance of things now that you mention it,â he said. âYour father is a very powerful man, and you and Bucky uniting familiesâŚâ
âI understand your concern perfectly,â you said in a calm tone even if your heartbeat sped up. âBut I assure you, this will change nothing.â
âIs that right?â
You clicked your tongue.
âIn your business it will change nothing,â you corrected yourself. âIâm quite familiar with your deals with my father, and the Barnes family. Iâll make sure they remain as they are.â
âAs Buckyâs wife or as your fatherâs new heir?â he asked back and you arched a brow, but managed to keep your expression straight as the bartender gave him his drink as well.
âIs that what people say?â
âWell youâre marrying into Barnes family, your father still hasnât announced his heir, and you have a way of making people talk about you lately,â Tony pointed out. âNot to mention, Natasha seems impressed with you.â
Your eyes found Natasha who was drinking with Clint before you turned your glances to Tony again.
âBut you are not?â
âI donât know you enough yet,â Tony said. âI mean Iâve had the time to figure Ian out and let me tell you, I am absolutely not impressed. But you? Youâre a mystery.â
âIâm not,â you told him. âI want the same thing as you do. To keep the truce going, and to keep the town safe.â
âSo you claim,â Tony said. âEven you canât admit, this wedding gave you a huge advantage in power and allies.â
âLetâs be serious here Tony, it didnât give me any advantage over any of the bosses here.â
âYet,â Tony added and you hummed, then shrugged your shoulders.
âYet.â
âBut you want it to.â
âI want to make sure my family continues the truce after my father retires,â you stated. âI think thatâs what we all want, no?â
Tony huffed out a laugh and raised his glass slightly.
âIt is,â he said. âBut we also want to make sure your fight for the crown doesnât hurt the town.â
You opened your mouth to say it would never happen, but heard Pepper calling out for Tony so you both turned your heads before Tony cleared his throat.
âI should go,â he said. âIâll be in touch. Maybe a dinner with the newlyweds?â
âWeâd love to host you and Pepper,â you said and he downed his drink, then put it on the counter and walked away. You let out a breath, then finished your drink as well before motioning at another.
âArenât you supposed to be with your husband?â Ianâs voice reached you and you rolled your eyes, then leaned sideways to the bar.
âWhat do you want?â
He held up his hands, gesturing surrender. âI come in peace.â
âAs if.â
âCome on Y/N, itâs your wedding,â he said. âI would have thought youâd be in a better mood.â
âI was, then you started talking to me,â you said and he hummed.
âListen,â he said. âIâm being completely serious here. Congratulations for the wedding, Iâm happy for you. I know weâve had our differences but we both want your father to be happy, and this wedding is a huge relief for him.â
You pulled your brows together.
âA relief?â
âYeah,â he said. âItâs a relief for me as well. Now you can just be happy with Barnes and focus on your marriage and your family.â
That bitter taste climbed up your throat but you managed to scoff a laugh and motioned for another drink.
âIs that what you think will happen?â you asked him. âMe and Bucky get married and⌠then what? I get out of your hair?â
âWeâre family,â he reminded you. âThatâs not what Iâthatâs not it. Youâll just have different priorities.â
âDid you give the same speech to Bucky or is it just for me?â you asked and he rolled his eyes.
âYou know how the business works Y/N, you donât need me to tell you.â
You bit inside your cheek hard enough to hurt, then reached out to grab your glass of drink the bartender just placed on the counter.
âYouâre the daughter of one of the most important men in the business,â he said. âThis marriage will be good for the family, uncle knows that. Not to mentionâŚâ
You lowered your glass and tilted your head.
âNot to mention?â
âYouâre a wild card,â he said. âItâs hard to play you.â
Your grip around the glass tightened and you shrugged your shoulders.
âMaybe Iâll play you.â
âSpouses donât get involved, you know the rules,â he said with a snort and your smirk widened before you took a sip, keeping quiet. That confident look on his face faltered when you didnât reply and he pulled back slightly.
âYou canât,â he said as if trying to convince himself. âYou wouldnât.â
âHere you are!â Buckyâs voice cut through the momentary silence between you and Ian and you turned your head to give him a smile. âWas wondering where you were sweetheart.â
âTime for the food?â
âMm hm, letâs go.â
Ian gawked at you in silence while you narrowed your eyes at him, dragging the tip of your tongue over your teeth.
âYou wouldnât,â Ian repeated, making Bucky looked between you before he casually stepped closer to you without saying a word, as if making sure you knew he was there to interfere at the slightest sign of you wanting him to. Your stomach did a pleasant flip and you downed your drink, then put it on the counter to turn to Ian.
âEnjoy the wedding, Ian,â you said, grabbing Bucky's hand. âAnd make sure to rest tonight, will you? Tomorrow will be a new day for both of us.â
With that, you walked away from Ian with Bucky right behind you, a proud smile warming your face.
Chapter 15
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wc: 10k (next time I write this much shoot me down from the start) author note: wrote this to celebrate one year since I have been writing for bllk! Since my first post was about Sae I thought to celebrate with a fic about him. If you know me a bit, you know Sae is far from being one of my faves so I feel like a clown writing this much for him sob.
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You are sitting on an iron bench, wet from head to toe, with no way to protect yourself from the incessant rain. Your makeup is ruined and tears canât be discerned from the droplets of rain running down your face.
You look desperate and there is no need to look at your face to understand that, you supporting your head with your hands is enough, crouched on yourself, sighs sound dulled by the downpour.
âYou look pathetic.â Itâs a familiar voice, one that makes your skin crawl and now increases your heartbeat to dangerous levels. You look up and you see him, in all his cold beauty. He is wearing a brown boiled wool coat, underneath a turtleneck black sweater peaking out. He is looking down at you, like a high-class rich when he sees a snotty kid, the grey umbrella covers a bit his face, but those ice irises pierce your figure anyway.
âSae-â You whisper out your voice full of disbelief and shame.
But how did you find yourself in such a miserable situation? We have to go back a bit.
One year ago
You have never been a fan of parties, they can be a good way to unplug your brain for a bit before going back to normal life. But after a while you need a break, the music and sweaty bodies overwhelm your senses. Your friend Elisa stays back, a guy caught her attention but she asks where youâll go, in case she wonât see you for long.
You go outside, the cold breeze of winter hits your naked skin making you shiver, but at least you can now breathe. There is nobody else outside other than you and a red hair sitting on the small brick wall on the opposite side of the entrance. You decide to sit there too, at a safe distance not wanting to bother him but close enough to start a chat in case you stay there a little longer than needed.
You look around a bit, breathing in and out while you notice the leaves moving and bushes filled with trash. Itâs not a great sight and for sure straining your sight for that doesnât seem a good idea, so your eyes fall on the stranger sitting next to you. He is now checking his phone, red strands framing his face. You notice his long lashes, itâs always guys that have the crazy luck to have doe lashes, the lower ones touching the apple of his cheeks. He looks young, but he has a mature aura around him, an idea that comes from both his posture and his clothes. The sky-blue shirt he is wearing must be crazy expensive-
âCan you stop looking at me?â You widen your eyes, now comically big.
âYou mean-â You point a finger towards yourself, but you canât finish the phrase that the guy snaps back.
âYes, you. Stop looking at me.â He finally faces you, his teal eyes staring at you as youâd do with a cockroach; the same amount of disgust.
He stands up now in front of you âYou must be the friend of my physiotherapist, right?â
You nod. After all, it is thanks to her if tonight you are here, at a party full of famous football players and hot beyond imagination modelsâŚyou must stick out like a sore thumb.
âI guess you recognized who I am. Please, stop. I donât want to know you, I donât have time for a relationship.â
Your mouth is wide open.
âI donât know who you are-â
âYeah, sure. I have to go now. Donât follow me.â He doesnât even wave back, he just gives you his back and walks away.
You have never felt so angry in your life, and you had to deal with a lot of assholes to reach this point in your life.
You stomp inside, searching for Elisa to ask what the fuck is wrong with people and you find there, the guy from before still next to her but there are also other guys and girls and him. The first reaction is to walk away, possibly closing yourself inside the bathroom until they finished chatting or, at least, that guy walked away, but luck isnât on your side your friend already waving at you signaling to go sit with her.
There is just your friend's body between you and that guy, but this time itâs your eyes that throw daggers at him every time he just even breathes your way; he doesnât seem to care and it angers you even more.
âOh let me present you to Sae! He is the football guy I work for!â She said looking at you with a smile that goes from one ear to the other, alcohol playing crazy tricks in her mind not to notice your cracked mood. You extend your hand, trying to be a decent person and you see him sighing. Why punching idiots is not acceptable in modern society? Maybe because you probably wouldnât be able to stop, after hitting that ugly mug the first time.
âItâs a pleasure to meet you Sae.â Your smile is fake, but you think you do a good job of hiding your feelings. The handshake is short, but while you tighten the grip to show you arenât a weakling, the red hair slips his hand away the second your palms touch.
âCall me Itoshi.â
âMh? Is that your name?â
âNo, itâs my surname. I donât like strangers to call me by my name.â He replies, back now hitting the red sofa of the club, looking somewhere on the dancefloor, probably at the butt of some dancer.
You look straight into the eyes of your friend and something finally clicks in her mind because you see cold sweat forming on her forehead after the interaction you had with Sae. No, wait. Itoshi.
âWell, guys-â She claps her hand âitâs time for us to go, thanks for having us.â She stands up and you follow while she finishes to say goodbye to her colleagues. âSee you tomorrow, Sae. Donât exaggerate with drinks!â Itâs clearly a joke, her tongue pokes out and Sae smiles back at her.
He would be cute. If only he isnât such a shit. Your heart almost jumped with joy when the corner of his lips turned upwards, but your brain, thankfully reminded your body how he treated you a few minutes ago.
The walk towards your friendâs car is silent, the people inside the club making enough noise. Your silence gets broken when you enter the vehicle, before your friend can turn the engine on she stares at you.
âI leave you alone a few minutes and you get in a catfight with my client, really?â There is no real anger in her voice, knowing her position isnât in danger. So you explode at her, telling her chapter and verse of what happened between you two.
âIs he always such an asshole? I feel sorry for you, I hope he pays you enough.â Your friendâs head hits the headrest, and a loud bubbly laugh escapes her mouth.
âIs he worse? Fuck maybe you should change job-â
âNo, no. Itâs that I invited you tonight because I hoped you could get together in the future.â Her voice is often broken by laughter and finally, anger free, you remember that she probably has drunk too much.
âLetâs switch, you are drunk.â
âNo, câmon. Sae is usually nice! He is a bit cold, but I thought a partner, or just a friend-â and itâs not hard for you to imagine he has nobody to talk with, every time he opens his mouth itâs the same as having two fingers in your eyes âYou are also single, so I thought it could work out!â She slaps your shoulder and keeps giggling and now you are sure that you need to be the one to drive you both home.
âDonât ever leave your job, you suck at playing Cupid-â You giggle too, finally switching places and driving you both home.
The drive is filled with useless chatter, your friend seemed really into that dude of before, Leonardo is his name? Tomorrow with a more lucid mind youâll dig more into your friend's new crush.
And you hope youâll soon forget about that asshole of teammate too.
8 months ago
 When you return home after an intense day of work, the bare minimum you request is complete relaxation. No parties, no worries, no discussions; itâs the perfect way to welcome the weekend.
What you donât want is to get jumpscared before you can even step in, a certain teal-eyed dude the first thing your eyes see.
âFuck!â You are tempted to close the door, maybe itâs all your imagination and when you reopen he, the Itoshi, wonât be there anymore. But you donât live in a fantasy world, sadly, so you know youâll have the accept your fate.
âWhat happened?â Itâs your friendâs voice screaming from the kitchen.
âNothing, Iâve just seen a cockroach.â You reply with a monotone voice, closing the door with your foot.
You look better at the intruder, sitting on your couch. One hand has the remote, zapping between the channels, the other lying on the top of the furniture, fist keeping up his head.
He turns to look at you âDid you see yourself in the mirror?â And the sudden urge to hit him with the house key pervades your body. You groan at his comment, but decide to drop the topic; you have no energy to get angry.
âOh, sorry I didnât tell you before but Sae is staying with us this week. His apartment is flooded and all his teammates couldnât help him out.â She comes into the living room with a bowl ofâŚfreshly cut vegetables? You suppose it was your guest's request, as much as Elisa likes carrots there is no way this was a choice born from her brain.
Now you know why she didnât tell you anything about it. You would have taken a hotel room and made Elisa pay for it if you knew what was going on. He, at least, thanks her and it surprises you because you thought he didnât know what manner are. Or common courtesy.
âIâm going to change into something more comfortable.â You sigh, your mind already adjusted to the idea of having that dude in your house. âIt wonât be forever. Calm down. Donât shout, donât get angry.â You repeat to yourself while wearing the comfiest pj in your wardrobe; you need it.
When you go back into the living room the film was already chosen, but you donât mind, so tired that you know youâll fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow. The chat gets louder and definitely pick your interest.
âWe both go to medical field universities! I finished my studies at home and as you know I work here, but-â Elisa points her index finger at your figure, a fluffy cover hiding your body all crouched up on a side of the couch not to touch, or just get near, the guest âShe is still studying to become a doctor! She will stay here one year and then she will need to go back home to finish her studies, right?â You nod at your friend's words, now looking at the film.
âThe film isnât bad.â You whisper, humming in agreement.
âIt was my choice.â A deeper voice replies back, itâs Sae.
You look at him until you meet his teal eyes. You see an equal amount of tiredness in his eyes and you seem to silently agree not to sassy reply back.
You are able to look at the film without falling asleep, at times you can feel Elisa asking stuff to Sae but you are too distant to understand what they say. Â There is a pang of jealousy that stabs your heart, usually, you chat with Elisa while watching films and you donât like the idea of being substituted by him.
You try to brush away the feeling. Maybe she is the one who has a crush on him, and even if you think she has questionable taste you wonât put yourself against their love. You yawn the second the end credits start to roll. You decide to go to bed, since you have no strength to add yourself to their pillow-talk, in the shared room you have to Elisa.
âIâll come soon too.â She whispers while you nod, walking away; probably she wants a moment with her crush. You donât even hear her opening the door, your brain voyaging dreamland the second your head hit the pillow.
You are the first to wake up in the morning, you step toward the kitchen trying not to wake up your roommate, and start to prepare coffee for the both of you. You are so used to making it that it becomes an automatism. Itâs when the moka is on the fire that you start to look around, noticing a package that definitely wasnât yours or of Elisa.
âThatâs mine.â You hear croaking behind you, the sound makes you jump on your place.
âYeah, it seemed pretty obvious. What is it? Some kind of tea?â
âYes, it is salted kombucha tea. Want to try it?â
You snort and Sae looks at you questioningly, probably thinking his pronunciation is wrong.
âI hate tea. Iâm team coffee.â You say pointing with your thumb to the moka, now gurgling a sign that your coffee is ready. Sae looks at you with disgust, a face you know pretty well by now.
âWe are really different.â
âI was thinking that too.â You say now giving him the back to take the cups on the high shelf, a spoonful of sugar in your cup, nothing in Elisa's one.
Meanwhile, he has moved, opening the window of your kitchen. Summer is starting but the weather is still acceptable, morning breeze is a nice way to freshen the house.
âYou want to make your own tea or I can do it for you? Do you trust me?â You say smirking, already knowing the answer.â
âI prefer to make it myself.â
You nod, a Chesire smirk plastered on your face. You point out where he can find the kettle, now sitting on the table, right next to the window, your head supported by your right hand.
He soon sits in front of you with his cup of tea, he looks outside for a moment, giving you the possibility to admire his features again.
He has a nice jaw, his skin is pretty smooth, probably he doesnât have much beard, his upper lip is arched perfectly, his lips plump but not too big or better, they suit his face. His nose is slightly pointed upwards-
âYou like to stare.â
Your head slid comically; you got caught, again.
âIt happens when I look at beautiful stuff.â Really, the comment slips from your mouth before you can bite your tongue. But you feel him choking on his tea and it soothes the pain.
âYou are also bold.â He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, with such hatred in his eyes you almost worry to have done something way worse than throwing a compliment in his way.
âI just like to joke around.â You smile in your cup, a smile that grows wider when his eyebrows comically drop.
You hear him clicking his tongue, but you donât say anything more.
You both finish your beverages, but Elisa is still sound asleep.
âShouldnât you wake her up?â
âToday is her free day, let her relax a bit.â You reply, putting his cup into the dishwasher.
You see uneasiness in his eyes, there is something he needs to tell you, so you make the first move as a good host.
âIs there something you need?â
âUsually I do yoga and meditate. Can you go out.â He formulated it as a request, but it sounded like an order in your ears.
âCanât you do it in the living room? Or your bedroom?â You propose.
âMy bedroom is too small. There are no windows in the living room and Iâd prefer to breathe fresh air.â You nod, his reasoning makes sense and there isnât else you need to do in the kitchen.
âCan you teach me?â You propose half to piss him off, half because you suffer from terrible neck pain and you know yoga could help you out.
You notice how bad he takes it and you bask in the sensation of being finally able to take a rise of him.
âDonât you have to go to university? Or I donât know, student stuff?â He says it fast and makes you chuckle.
âItâs too early! I have all the time of the world now.â You get near him, trying to muster up the nicest puppy eyes ever done âI swear Iâll be a good student and wonât joke around.â
âNo.â Your nice façade drop.
âYou are a real pain.â
âLook at yourself before saying that.â He looks at you with the same eyes as your encounter. The best choice is to leave him alone, and you do, but not without grumbling.
When you enter your bedroom Elisa is wide awake, already dressed for the day reading a book, a fantasy you guess knowing her taste.
âMh? Elisa why are you here? You didnât want to have breakfast with Mr. Sourpuss?â She clearly didnât notice you entering the bedroom. She closes the book and smiles at your comment.
âI didnât want to bother your bonding time.â She sing-sangs, book placed on the night table.
âIs this a way to force me to like your new boyfriend?â Your eyes pierce her figure, muscles tense, trying to grasp any twitch or wince on her face. But nothing comes, if anything she replies to you with a pure laugh, not a fake one.
âI donât see Sae that way, you dunce-â Elisa stands up, hands now on your shoulders shaking you âI really think you can get along, please give him a chance.â She says exasperated.
âTell him that, he is always an ass with me, and please-â You say removing her hands from your shoulders âStop playing Cupid, itâs really not your job.â You go towards your wardrobe ready to change for the day while Elisa keeps whining but no words get registered in your brain.
You donât see anybody for lunch, so you spend a quiet afternoon at home, reviewing your notes and refreshing the lesson of the previous day.
Elisa is the first to come home, there is still light outside thanks to the longer summer days and she helps you out cooking dinner.
âWe have to cook something healthy, you know-â She winks âFor our guest.â
Damn, for a second you forgot about him. âShouldnât he cook? So we are sure to prepare the right stuff.â
âI donât know how to.â You hear from the living room, itâs his voice. You walk to the living room and you see him, freshly showered you guess from the soft soap smell coming from him and with two bags containing what you guess is food.
âI asked my private chef to cook for all of us.â He says placing the bag on the coffee table in the living room.
âThanks, Sae!â Elisa says âLet me take these to the kitchen, Iâll prepare the table.â
âDo you need help?â Elisa brushes off your question âI know how to put a tablecloth and cutlery.â
To you, it sounded like an excuse to make you stay alone with the redhair.
âThanks, Itoshi.â You hate how his surname rolled on your tongue, but you had to accept it.
He nods, removing his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. You donât miss to notice how at home he already feels; for sure he has good adaptation skills.
âSo, how was your day?â You try to small chat, to break the unbearable silence it was already forming.
âLike always.â His answer is curt, but you canât understand if it is because he doesnât want to talk or just because it is him.
âAnd yours?â This surprises you.
âIt was a good day. I was able to take a lot of good notes and the lesson was interesting.â
He nods at your words âI suppose it is hard.â
âYes, but it is also really rewarding. For example-â You start to blabber, and you notice it but you canât stop, excitement guiding you even if you know your interlocutor has little to no interest in what you are saying. Embarrassing.
âHey! Itâs ready.â Itâs Elisa that save you, stopping your blabbering. âWhat were you talking about?â She asks, curiosity evident.
Youâd like to reply but you are too astonished by the food in front of you. Everything looked mouth-watering, you didnât even know food could get such vivid colors, not to talk about the smell-
âShe was telling me about her cardiac surgery lessons.â Sae replies for you, thankfully your eyes are already comically wide thanks to the food in front of you so nobody notices your surprise at his words.
So he was listening?
âOh! Iâm happy you are finally knowing each other, but now letâs eat! We donât want the food to get cold.â You both nod at Elisa words and damn the food was as beautiful as it was delicious. There is not much chat, enjoying the meal in silence, just the background sound of the television to keep you company.
âHey, you should accompany Sae to the aquarium one of these days.â Elisa says with a voice full of cheer. It doesnât take much for you to understand where she took that idea, the advertisement of the aquarium still going on television.
âWell, it all depends on Sae, he has really strict hours-â
âLetâs go tomorrow. I have no training to do.â He says, no real force behind his words like he is just accepting his fate.
You gasp a bit âOh, okay then. Is it fine in the afternoon?â
He nods, slurping down some of his cold noodles, you can only wish your technique will ever be as good as his, not a single drop of oil staining his shirt or mouth.
The dinner ends quietly, you place the crockery in the dishwasher and go directly into your bedroom.
The morning comes awfully quick and you feel even more tired than when you went to sleep. You proceed with your morning routine, not Elisa nor Sae insight so you take it easy. After you prepare yourself you go back to your books, your attention often grasped by anything going on.
Your attention gets caught one more time by a notification on your phone; itâs Eliza.
âGot a cute lunch date with a cutie. Try not to kill Sae and have a nice date <3â Ugh. She can be so pushy at times. You sigh and notice the hour, itâs time to eat.
When you enter the living room you notice Sae already made himself comfortable on the sofa.
âI didnât hear you coming in.â
âI tried to be silent. I was doing yoga so I didnât make much sound.â He replies, boredom dripping from his voice as usual. You nod âAre we blessed again by your chef's food today or Iâm on my own?â
âThe latter.â
âOh! Can I make you piadina? Itâs an easy dish to make.â
He turns around, teal eyes finally looking at you âWhat are the ingredients?â
âItâs easy! Itâs more or less a circle of bread that gets folded this way and you can choose how to fill it.â You walk near him and show him the screen of your phone, the picture on it the perfect example of a perfect piadina.
âSoâŚI can choose something different than fried potato, right?â
âYes, you fill it with whatever you want. Simply sausage and fried potatoes with pepperoni is a classic match.â He looks at you with disgust, and at this point it makes you laugh.
âNot a fan? I swear the match is heavenly.â
âArenât you a doctor? You should know fried potatoes are toxic to the body.â This time you chuckle out loud.
âFried potatoes are the last thing you should worry about between the ingredients I told you. And anyway-â You sign to him to walk with you towards the kitchen âYou wonât die eating it once in a while.â
âI donât know anything about this stuff. I just go with what my manager and dietologist tell me.â He replies, pointing to the fridge with the ingredients he wants.
âNo? For real?â You start to cook his one, the guest always comes first.
âYeah, other than football I donât know much else.â You notice a hint of sadness in his voice, irises darkening a bit and it tickles something in the back of your brain.
âWell, next time why donât you help me cook? You may have a personal chef but it is nice to have different skills.â
He nods, he doesnât burst with joy, but he seems serious. You give him his dish, arugula, and tomatoes. You do the same, half because you like the match and the other half because you donât want to prepare other ingredients.
You eat in silence, something you already expected.
âAre you ready to go to the aquarium?â You ask, putting the dish in the dishwasher.
He nods giving you his one. Previously Sae asked you if you wanted to go by car âIf you donât trust me I can always call my driverâ but you refused his offer, telling him that youâd bring him there gladly and with the perfect vehicle for such a sunny day.
âGood, get ready because my vehicle is amazing.â He bends his head a little, confused by your words, but doesnât inquire more. He supposes it will be a surprise.
For sure it is a surprise, but not the good kind.
âItâs a bike.â His voice drips venom, but you brush it off.
âNot just a bike, itâs a graziella! Perfect to carry people on the back!â You say, slapping the bike rear-rack.
âItâs too low, it will be uncomfortable for my legs.â He retorts but you donât desist, smiling back at him.
âIn fact, you donât have to sit, you have to stand up on it on completely trust my skills.â The face he makes is pure comedy, itâs a mixture of scared, anger and, as always, disgust. âCâmon mister Itoshi. I swear you can trust me, not even a bug will hit your precious legs, let alone the ground.â You hear him gulp and see the gears in his brain running, you wait a few seconds but the answer finally arrives.
âOkay, but if something happens to me youâll pay with interest.â You nod and smile back sitting on the saddle. You soon feel the bike moving under you with the added weight. You start to pedal not wanting to lose balance and make you both fall on the ground and his hands immediately find support on your shoulder, gripping tight on them.
âLetâs go!â You shout, the bike is harder to manage but you push forward. The ride is silent, the summer breeze dancing around you two, only gasps can be heard from the guy standing on the back when you take a hole making both the bike and Sae jump. His hands arenât as tight on you anymore, probably he is trying to trust you as best as he can, itâs pleasing to think he is starting to trust you, the feeling runs to your head becoming a pink fog that makes you feel dangerously well and uncaring. You are sure you would look like a postcard if someone took a photo right now, you feel so peaceful that itâs hard to imagine you look bad right now.
Dangerous because you almost donât notice that you arrived at the aquarium, pulling harshly on the brakes almost making your guest jump off the bike if it wasnât for his hands harpooning your shoulders.
âSorry-â You say in between your teeth, wincing at your mistake. You hear him scoff but he decides to not salt in the wound.
âPut the bike there, Iâll pay for the tickets.â
âAre you sure? I can pay for my own-â He doesnât even listen to you, walking to the ticket office without looking back at you once.
The visit was actually really fun, for you at least, Sae never expressed any kind of emotions, the corners of his lips a line that never twitched upwards or downwards. You see teals eyes looking around, but it seems nothing catches his attention. At least he stops when you ask, not a groan of disapproval, not a happy smile either.
âI like penguins.â You say looking at the glass separating you from the cute bird wobbly on its feet. A gasp of surprise escapes your mouth when one of them dives into the salty water to stop exactly in front of you. You pull at the end of Saeâs shirt, the excitement going straight to your head, too busy being âa finger apartâ than ruining your guest's clothes. You shout in happiness but the sound is drowned by the squalls of kids around you.
âI can see.â Finally, a hint of a smile appears on his face, but you are now too busy looking back at the penguins to notice it. Meanwhile, Sae is too busy looking at the features of your face, looking for once at you, not looking down on you. The blue and soft lights of the aquarium make you look like a dream, the joy in your eyes matching your smile.
Something moves inside him, itâs pleasant but it fades in a snap of a finger when you face him again, prompting him to walk towards the next glass. You talk about colorful jellyfish or something like that. Itâs not that he is interested in anything there. After all, he accepted Elisaâs offer not to sound too rude even for his standard. But he thinks, that moment of happiness on your face was in part worth the deal.
Not that youâll notice head entirely elsewhere.
âIt was nice. Thanks for paying.â You are now outside, bike on hand while you walk near the seashore. The wind is stronger there, and more than once you shrink in your place, while the guy next to you is perfect, as always. A porcelain doll crafted by the most expert hands âtoo bad they didnât lose another minute to work on his personality, thoâ you think.
âNo problem. Can we stay here a minute longer?â Sae asks, but he is already still, as always it was an order, not a question. You nod, the sun is setting, painting the sea warm colors, waves are big but reduced to nothing when they arrive so near your feet. You see him breathing in, eyes closing to enjoy the moment.
âDo you like the sea, Itoshi?â
âYes. I used to always visit the beach with my brother.â
âOh, I didnât know you have a sibling! Is he hot?â You chuckle, blossoming in full laughter after he sides eye you, annoyance mixing with the green of his eyes.
âHe isnât your type.â He clicks his tongue âYou like handsome guys and he is not.â His voice is flat, as usual.
âHandsome guys? Yeah, I like them, obviously but why do you have this idea of me?â
âSimple-â a smile, a real one, grace his features âYou like me.â You gasp at his world, pushing his shoulder, but his body barely move.
âMister Itoshi, your ego is way too big!â You puff out your cheeks, but there is no real anger in your words.
âSae.â
âMh?â The silence lasts very little but it feels like an eternity.
âCall me Sae.â His teal eyes link with yours. His voice is low, serious and makes your knees wobble a little. He looks happy, the sun painting beautiful shades on his fair skin. Itâs honestly a breathtaking sight.
âOkay, Sae. Your ego is still too big!â You break the tension, too heavy all of a sudden. Too intense for two strangers who couldnât even suffer each other.
Just too much.
The spell is broken and you see him wince, âprobably he didnât want to sound so intenseâ you think telling him to go back home. The ride is silent, when midway itâs Sae who decides to talk.
âWhy are people looking at us weird?â
âMaybe because you are a football superstar?â
âNo, the look when people recognize me is different.â You hum, but you come up with another motivation quick.
âMaybe because you are the one being carried! Usually is the guy that carries around the woman.â You state, no malice in your words. He is silent for a few seconds.
âLetâs switch.â
âYou donât have to worry, I donât care about this-â
âI said stop pedaling and switch places with me.â
âStop ordering me around! Plus if you have never done that there is no way you can keep me-â
âIf you donât switch Iâll jump off the bike, Iâll hurt myself and do you remember what you promised me this afternoon?â You feel more of his weight on your shoulders like he wants to remind you of his upper position, just figurately now âIâll make you you pay, remember?â Itâs the same voice he used on you the first time you met and it made you reflexly pull the brakes, this time slower so he could jump off without any risk.
He sits on your place and clicks his head, as a sign for you to stand on the back.
âBut if you hurt me? What do I gain?â Your voice is wobbly, not trusting him at all. Your hands grip tightly on his shoulders and you are sure there will be a red sign there tomorrow.
âIâll kiss it better. Now shut up.â He starts pedaling, not checking you once. For sure you didnât like his answer but jumping off now sounded like a good way to sprain your ankle.
âDo you know at least the road to go home!?â He takes a hole and makes you jump, you suppose itâs the karma for how you drove before
ââŚokay. Talk just to tell me where to go.â
You arrived home, safe and sound. You donât kiss the ground just because you donât want to act overdramatic, but feeling the ground under your feet with no wounds on your legs seems a real miracle. Elisa welcomes you both with a big smile, her eyes are tired but you notice a drop of happiness in her eyes so you do not worry. The week goes by naturally. You and Sae donât banter as often, but calling what you have a friendship would be a stretch, Elisa still tries to push you into something more, but her attempts are failures, if not disasters most of the time. Thankfully Sae doesnât dig further, not that he cares since he is so sure you have a mind-numbingly, heart-shattering crush on him anyway.
The real surprise comes when he goes back home, everyone is back to their normal life âtill one day receives a message from an unknown number. Itâs not a text, but a picture of you two, of when you were going to the aquarium since you were the one pedaling. There are ginormous texts on the sides probably it has been published by one of those gossip magazines you tend to avoid.
âWho are you?â You text back, and an answer will not be long in coming.
âSae. Elisa gave me your number.â You smile thinking how happy she probably was when Sae asked for it. She was probably giggling like a schoolgirl.
âWhy did you contact me? Itâs a problem if we were seen together?â
âNoâ A dry texter, exactly what you expected.
âThen let me say; we really looked beautiful.â You write it with a heart bursting in happiness. You both looked happy, your faces radiating joy. You may not be an earth-shattering beauty but nobody would have been able to sincerely say you looked bad.
âWe did.â
You are happy to know he feels the same.
5 months ago
You are at a beach party. Honestly, you would rather be somewhere else but after closing yourself for two months at home to pass your exams you need a bit of fresh air. Summer is now leaving its place to autumn, the days are still long, but at least the temperature is acceptable. Stars are shining high in the sky and everyone seems to enjoy the party. You wear a cute dress, âthe one for good occasionsâ you repeat to yourself. Itâs not tight, the skirt is large enough that you can easily move around, but it hugs your waist before getting larger again on the chest area-
âHey-â Elisa elbows you âSae is sitting on the couch all alone, why donât you keep him company.â She laughs but this time it isnât for the alcohol; she is just dumber because she could get with her crush, Leonardo. Actually, he was the one to set the party all teammates and their partners invited. You actually came thanks to Elisa's invite, but you would be lying if you said that it didnât matter seeing Sae.
Something more keen to a friendship developed between you two during these months, the messages you exchanged a clear sign. What surprised you the most was that he also was the one to start conversations, asking if you were fine, checking if everything was okay. You had no other occasion to meet in person, between matches and studies you both had your hands full, so you donât mind actually catching up with him.
âHey sourpuss, it has been a while!â You plop down on the couch next to him. He widens his eyes in surprise, looking like a scared kitten, before returning to the bored expression, not even greeting you.
âNot even a hello? Bad night for our Casanova?â You chuckle as he clicks his tongue knowing full well you are teasing him.
âYou know Iâm not interested in a romantic relationship.â He is bored out of his mind and you decide to tease him some moreâŚmaybe you drunk too much.
âWell, it seems to me you are liking that girl over there. Your eyes are glued to her-â You canât finish the phrase, his index finger pressing against your lips.
âI never thought you were one for physical contact.â
âNever know you liked to drink this much either.â He takes the drink from your hand and takes a sip from it. âIt actually tastes good.â
âI know it, you big bully! I just wanted to cheer you up and I get treated this way.â You whine. The redhead looks at you for a minute too long, pondering what to do, when his hand decides to find the crown of your head, patting you.
âShh baby, everything is fine.â Itâs a smile full of mirth and it reminds you that he is really handsome, in case your memory fails you. You must look like a pathetic cat in front of him, all pouty and a bit stupid thanks to alcohol.
âI just wanted to spend some time with you.â You whisper out, but for sure he could hear it, getting closer to you. This time you donât see any mirth in his eyes, back to his usual seriousness so you decide to be direct with your feelings. âI missed you. That week living together made me really change my opinion of you.â This time you donât whisper and you see Sae getting taken back by your words, batting his long lashes at your words. You canât hold his gaze so you fix yourself on the fire in front of you, made to perfectly set the beach party atmosphere.
âThen we should meet more often.â You look back at him, but this time itâs Sae looking elsewhere, not at a specific person on the dancefloor, simply looking in front of him. âTaken with moderation itâs nice talking with you.â Itâs his usual sarcasm and you feel melting, like he just removed a heavy weight you didnât even know to carry.
âOkay, letâs promise!â You hold your pinky out and it makes Sae raise his eyebrow.
âI appreciate you wanting to integrate my culture, but we stop doing that after elementary sch-â
âShhh, donât break the magic! Just do it!â He sighs before rolling his eyes but at the end, he gives up intertwining your pinkies together.
âFrom now on we promise to see each other more often, like good friends!â The words roll from your mouth carelessly, even if you are serious about it. You feel Sae tightening your grip on your pinkie at the âgood friendsâ part but you donât give it much importance.
âAre you next week?â
âYes, I am now that exams ended! Do you have something in mind?â You ask a bit too excited.
âMy manager told me to participate in a cooking video or something along those lines. He said it would be good for my image and they pay a lot, but-â
âYou hate not being prepared, right?â You interrupt âDonât worry, Iâll teach you a mouth-watering recipe!â And you compliment yourself for being really smooth when your hand, linked to his just by your pinkie, perfectly slides to hold it, palm to palm but not bold enough to intertwine fingers. Sae doesnât jerk away from your touch if anything holding your hand tighter before nodding at your words. He holds your gaze and just then you notice how close his face is to yours, how there is just a whiff separating your lipsâŚ
âItâs time for the toasts! Everyone come!!â The shout of one of Sae's teammates awakes you both from the moment separating you two as quickly as you got near to each other. You donât talk much to each other the rest of the night and you decide not to overthink what just happened, you probably drank too much and he probably was too tired to tell you to step back. For sure beach liked to play tricks on you.
Obviously, not overthinking was easier said than done, even with a pounding headache your mind started to wander and it only got worse when Sae texted his free day, to which you replied with a thumbs up. You arenât worried about the recipe to make him cook, you have done it countless times and your mother sent you the right ingredients not so long ago. You are worried because maybe you are harboring feelings for him and youâd hate to tell him he was right all along. You can already see his smile, going from one ear to the other; you can accept being rejected, but not being made fun of.
Thankfully Lady Luck is on your side the day you finally meet up, but in a wicked way, making the chain of your bike drop something you had never to deal with. So when you hear the bell ringing your mind goes in tilt not being able to choose if panicking for your bike or for the guy in front of your door.
âHi Sae.â You whisper out, leaning on your door.
âYou are dirty.â
âIs this some new kind of dirty talking-â He pushes you to the side, entering the house.
âSo what happened? You look like a flea that just swam in petroleum.âÂ
âYou are always so delicate Sae.â You slump your shoulders before explaining what happened âI tried to watch a video to fix it myself but it was no use.â
âI can help, where is the bike?â You look up, hope shining in your eyes.
âOh the garage is the first left door at the end of the corridor, but are you sure-â Sae already walked away, the squeak of the garage door telling you he got the right door.
When you reach him he is already on his knees, fingers deftly working to put the greasy chain in its place.
 âDone.â He flips the bike as easily as youâd flip a pancake, not even a sneer of fatigue appears. âAnything else?â You are shocked by how fast he fixed it.
âArenât you the one that doesnât know anything other than football?â
âYeah, but I had a childhood too. My little brother always messed it up. Do you have anything to wash the grease off?â You nod wanting the clean yourself up too.
âNow that we are all cleaned up, letâs cook! Today I want to teach you how to make tortellini, a type of stuffed pasta, have you ever heard of it?â The red hair waves his head left and right, you see curiosity in his eyes and it makes something bubble in you. âI have already done the filling, itâs easy to make later Iâll tell you the ingredients, but now letâs focus on the dough. As you can see I did a little fountain with the flour and we will have to put the yolks and the eggs white inside, like this-â You show it to him, his teal eyes still fixed on your movements âNow grab a fork and start to mix, not everything together, just a bit and then always more until you can start to knead with your hands.â This is the worst part, the dough is hard and you need a lot of strength to mix it to perfection. âWanna give me a hand?â You gasp already tired. He nods, but you didnât expect him to help in this way.
His right hand locks with yours, the other already at the bottom of the dough, and his chest is impossibly close to your back. You feel his chin on top of your shoulder, his breath hitting your neck.
Itâs intimate, too intimate for your standards.
âH-Hey thanks but you donât need to hug the chef to do it, you know?â You chuckle awkwardly, trying to move your head far from his, but his body caging you doesnât let you move far.
âMh? Sorry I thought it could work better. Feeling how your fingers work on the dough and everything.â It sounds like a poor excuse even for your ears, but you brush it off his arms not blocking you anymore; probably he just needed affection or something like that.
You move to the side, watching him knead, but your eyes soon travel up, to his face noticing a new detailâŚ
âYou have freckles?â
âI get them when I tan, I hate them.â The corner of his plush lips turn downwards, his hands working harsher on the dough.
âWhy? They make you more human.â
âWhat are you saying? That Iâm a cyborg?â He stops, green irises gazing straight into yours.
âIâm saying that looking âimperfectâ makes you more beautiful Sae.â You say it as a universal truth, your voice doesnât waver, and your eyes donât either. This time itâs he who has to break the eye contact, you see him biting his inner cheek.
âSo now?â He points at the dough.
âNow we have to roll it out. We should use a rolling pin, but it is too much of a pain so weâll use another device-â
âNo, let me do the old way. Iâm not a weakling like you.â His voice drips of malice and the urge to knock his head with the rolling pin is harder than ever.
âOkay then, use it. Iâm curious to see how youâll handle it.â Sae takes it from your hand and tries to use it. The shape wouldnât even be bad if it wasnât so poorly distributed, some places thin others awfully thick, plus you can see he isnât using the right muscles, making him more sore than he should be.
âYou are terrible, canât you see it all has different thickness? Move let me show you how to do it.â You push him away, no real force In your movement but he moves away, giving you the rolling pin with a provocative demeanor. âWe say you have to make love with the dough, use your hips like this and you wonât have to use all your arm strength. Now do it.â You give the utensil back, Sae nods eyes filled with concentration.
Too bad he keeps making the same mistake. You click your tongue âSae, do I have to teach you how to make love?â You snicker when he sides-eye you.
âOkay mister icicle, let me show you again how to do that.â Your hands lay on his hips but you look at his face to understand if you crossed any boundary, but he doesnât say anything, to say the truth he doesnât even look at you, so you take it as consent. âInstead of using just your arm strength, help yourself with a push of the hips like this-â You move it synched with his hands twice, before letting go of the hold you have on him. âYeah, thatâs exactly how you should do it!â You notice Sae smiling, it lasts very little but it is there and you feel really proud of his work.
Then you teach him how much filling is needed inside and how to close them up.
âI canât do it, my fingers are too chubby, see?â The half-made tortellinoâs dough tears in his hands that are, in fact, a bit too chubby to deftly close it.
âHey, donât trash it away! You canât fix it but you can always haveâŚan early taste.â You reply, winking at him.
âBut wonât it be dangerous? The filling is cooked, but the pasta-â
âI swear you wonât die superstar, Iâve done it countless times and Iâm as healthy as you are.â You say smacking his shoulder, but by the look, the redhair isnât fully convinced. âCâmon try it!â You spur him like a granny urging her nephew to eat her home-cooked meal.
The shine in Saeâs eyes after the bit of food hit his tastebuds is a telltale sign that you really nailed the recipe. Not that you had any doubt to start with.
 You finish closing them up and invite him for dinner telling him that Elisa is out so she wonât mind. Sae refuses your offer, his manager needs to see him so theyâll dine together.
âWell at least bring back home a bag of these!â
âWonât you die of starvation?â
âDonât act stupid, I wonât give you them all, Iâm not that nice!â You prepare two servings âIn case you want to share a meal with a special guest.â He replies with a huff, but you donât care, knowing well how he can be.
âSee you soon Sae.â
âIf that raw pasta will kill me my lawyer will bang at your door.â He replies already out and walking towards the driver he called before.
âDonât be overdramatic, it doesnât suit you, ice man.â He smiles back at you behind the window of his car but you canât see him since it is tinted.
From that day you donât hear him until the famous cooking video he told you about appear on your screen. Obviously, they made him cook something way easier, too bad he had a blindfold on and his teammate had to tell him what to do.
âI hope your teamwork works better on the football field.â You text him, a winking emoji at the end.
His answer doesnât long in coming âWorry more about your exams.â It hurts you more than being run over by a car.
3 months before
âSae can you pick me up?â
âDid something happen?â
âNothing that bad, but could you?â
âSend me your position, Iâm coming.â
âThanksâ You sniff.
You are not used to crying, or better, you are not used anymore. Years of university thickened your skin enough to be able to deal with most wounds.
Most, not all.
You studied hard for this exam, it was one of the few ones you had to do to finally get your degree, one step closer to reaching your dream. But you failed it, and now youâll have to wait months before being able to take it again. You didnât meet with anybody, barely talked with Elisa, and you share a bedroom with her, skipped meals to be sure not to lose time, and repeated the paragraphs till your voice gave out.
All of this for a fist of nothing.
You cried and gasped the moment you were far enough from the classroom. Weakness isnât accepted and pity is a sign you wonât survive long in this world; this is what youâve been taught. You forgot how shit you could feel while crying, how lonely you are. You wanted to call your parents, they have always been good at reassuring you, but then Sae's name was the first contact to appear and you clicked without thinking twice.
Maybe harsh love is what you need.
You regret your choice the second you hear the first thrill. He must be training, maybe he is in the sweet company of someone, you can already hear his ice-cold voice snapping at you for bothering him. But you donât have the time to close the call, Sae picked it up and was coming to help.
You recognize the car, it was the same one that picked him up when he went back home from his house, but this time he is the one driving.
âCome in.â
You sit on the soft leather. While you waited for him you tried to dry up your tears to improve your current condition, but to no avail; eyes still red and puffy and some tears still escaping.
âAre you bri-bringing me home?â You brokenly say between gasps.
âNo. What happened?â Saeâs eyes stay fixed on the road, raindrops fall on the windshield, ironic how the weather matches your mood.
He snaps his fingers in front of you, bringing you back to earth so you start to tell him what happened.
âI know I must sound so-so dumb but-â Gasps keep interrupting you âI feel like a failure. Maybe I am.â You look at him, your vision is foggy due to the new tears, but this time he looks back at you. You didnât even notice he stopped the car, now off the road.
But what it comes to surprise you. No harsh words, no sarcasm.
Sae hugs you, hands patting your back.
âEveryone fails, even cyborg guys like me. Everything can be fixed and a little misstep on the road doesnât define you as a person.â He pulls away, face relaxed, and goes back to driving.
âOne hamburger and a chips portion.â
Were you parked in a fast-food lot? You were so out of your mind and outside is so dark that you didnât notice. You have been silent, still recovering from the hug and those words that sounded so encouraging and not like Sae at all.
âWhy the chips? You donât like them.â Itâs the first thing you are able to blabber, at least you didnât stutter anymore.
âThis isnât for me. Itâs for you.â The redhair says putting the paper bag on your legs âJunk food can be nice once in a while. And stop crying-â the back of his curled index finger swipes away a lone tear running down your face âI hate looking at ugly stuff and tears reduce you to a really ugly mess.âÂ
Ah, the old Sae is back. You can finally recognize him, with all his rude comments. But something inside you blossoms while he drives you back home and you bite into your hamburger.
Does it mean he finds you beautiful every other time? You feel blood running to your face for a minute you hear a whistle in your ears, but you impose yourself not to bash your head around it. Now you have to find a nice way to explain the situation to Elisa without making her worried sick and hide who brang you home to avoid her dumb smile and endless teasing that would come your way. You look outside the car window, mind already wandering somewhere else.
In the end, Elisa discovered everything, for sure Sae insisting on bringing you inside crumbled to pieces your plan, and your mood was too devasted to be able to efficiently hide your feelings. At least your attention wasnât on the football star anymore.
Your mind already planned to think about them for the next weeks anyway.
Today. Night
âI suppose the date didnât go as planned.â Sae doesnât move, no intention of shielding your body under the umbrella.
âNo, but it was my fault.â âBecause Iâm in love with youâ you add in your brain. âYou want to know what happened?â
âNot really.â
âBad for you because Iâll tell you anyway.â You joke between gasps. Sae doesnât move away but he keeps looking down on you. âHe was so nice, he took me to the restaurant and even wanted to pay. The small talk was incredible and we have a lot in common-â You look down, not able to keep his gaze âBut my heart is for someone who considers me barely a friend-â Your hands now cover your face âAnd then when I arrived here to cry in peace a couple walked in front of me being all cute and I crumbled.â
âIt could have been us.â
âUmh?â You can finally gaze back into his eyes, liquid fury while looking down at you.
âWho is the guy you have a crush for? The loser-â
âItâs you. You are the loser.â Your brain still struggles to phantom what is happening. You were freezing cold a few minutes ago, you couldnât feel the apex of your fingers, but now you donât feel anything.
But something inside Saeâs mind clicked before yours, the umbrella waving left and right, the grip on it clearly loosened.
âYou are an imbecile.â His words are sharp knives on your body, but you canât grasp in pain because something is pressing on your lips.
Sae is kissing you, his cold hands gripping you by the collar of your dress to keep you close, raindrops fall down from his cheeks to yours, the umbrella is left abandoned in a bush, the wind tearing it apart.
âFor how long?â He pulls you up from the bench, his right hand gripping yours while the left one is on your back.
âThe exam fail.â You whisper almost in a trance âAnd you?â
âLetâs go home-â He starts to run out from the park, calling for a cab to bring you both to, you suppose, your house. You notice him looking around, probably searching for a place to shield your bodies from the rain; not that you have much to protect anymore both wet from head to toe.
âIt has been longer...Sae! Thatâs why you have always teased me.â You finally laugh shivers of cold and joy running down your back. âSae!â You shout stopping in your tracks. Sae turns back but doesnât have time to snap at you, this time itâs you kissing him. Your hands go to caress his cheeks, one hand sliding a bit back to scratch the back of his neck. You probably nailed the right point, because you hear him moan into your mouth. His hands slide lower caressing your waist to your hips, but never brave enough to go to your backside.
Or better, when you feel him sliding closerâŚ
âMister Itoshi, come in the car!â his driver came to pick you up, using the horn two times to announce his presence.
Sae looks at him, gnashing his teeth before looking back at you, his expression getting softer again. âLetâs goâ he kisses you in between your eyebrows before pulling you towards his car.
âOkay, but youâll have to tell me when you fell in love with me.â You feel the hold on your hands tightening, no need to look at his face to understand whatâs going on in his head.
Maybe heâll kiss you dumb to make you forget about that. Maybe heâll be brave enough to propose showering togetherâŚyour mind starts to daydream, maybe he wonât have the courage and youâll have to take the reins, but one thing is sure.
Youâll both be happy.
#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#bllk imagines#blue lock imagines#itoshi sae#sae x reader#sae itoshi x reader#bllk x you#blue lock x you
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Little Menace ⚠࣪ Ë đ§¸^᪲᪲᪲
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Ëâ⧠OT5 X Reader Series â§âË â
Pairing: Husband! Beomgyu X PregnantWife Fem!reader Warning: General Fluff, Tooth-roting fluff, Written au, Pregnancy, Husband x Wife Genre: When Their Baby kicks for the First time
CHOI BEOMGYU | ë˛ęˇ
Beomgyu gets a little busy at times, but he does do his best to make time for you, especially when your pregnant with his first born.
Whenever Heâs at home he brings in your weird cravings and stuffs you need even though he calls out your weird combination of cucumber and mayo, He still is there for you whenever you have a hormonal breakdown you keep having throughout the whole pregnancy.
While you blame on your husband that itâs his fault that your body is changing and getting fat, to which he clearly he refers,
â Yes baby it's my fault that your body is transforming into a healthy safe place for our little buddy and turning you into a goddess but donât you dare call yourself fat!! You look absolutely breathtaking as everyday passby and look I also have a baby bellyâ
In addition to that, He loves hanging out with you together with his group of friends as it kind of puts him at ease, knowing that you're accompanied by those people youâre comfortable to be with.
Today, He was doing some of his usual works in the studio while working on some guitar strings? Chords ? Anyways.
While you sat at lounge chatting and laughing with the other guys right outside of studio when suddenly you felt a kick at your lower abdomen causing you to gasp and telling huening kai to call Beomgyu right now.
No fiber of his being expected his youngest friend to burst into the room, grin filling his face, as he urgently call him, "Beomgyu hurry !! you have to see what just happened!"
With no hesitation, he abandons the followers and quickly follows the boy. he asks him, voice laced with concern, "is y/n okay? did something happen?"
His â stupid friend â just giggle as they finally near your room. Kai speak up, "she is okay! but something important really did happen!"
Somehow, it sends Beomgyu more into panic, because just what happened and why is it so important to the point they had to call him?
As soon as , they are finally there, and Beomgyu wastes no time in sitting by your side, hands and eyes inspecting your body for an injury.
You giggle, "calm down, Gyu," you take his hand and guide it to your stomach, "can you feel it?"
"feel it? what do you mean-" he pauses upon the little kick against his palm. he smiles, actually grins, quietly before looking you in the eyes.
You nod with a smile of your own, while he leans down to kiss your stomach then your hand.
He rests his head against your stomach, "how are you, little buddy?"
You husband chuckles softly, "better not cause trouble for your pretty mom," his eyes lock with yours, "I hate to see her in pain or discomfort."
You roll your eyes before patting your husband's head, "you're quite the charmer, aren't you?"
"I would rather only charm you, y'know," he chuckles.
The both of you completely interrupted from your talk from the noise of gagging coming from the oldest friend of Beomgyu, Yeonjun, as He dramatically continue to gag at both of you as well as the pair of guys standing at the door way shook Their head at the oldest acting this way,
Only for Kai to pull out a camera and starts snapping a bunch of photos of the moment in front you saying he'd show this to your baby when he grows up.
Beomgyu snickers a little before teasing, â Yeonjun Hyung, Iâm starting to worry about your age these days, like seriously by the time I officially become a Dad youâd reach the age of a Grandpa, right ?"
As the oldest quirks an eyebrow at Gyu and turns towards you before saying
â Y/n I Pray to God these days that the your child wouldnât inherit his father traits, like I swear I canât handle one Beomgyu already, Iâm sure second one would be the death of me .â
With a soft sigh and a giggle, Beomgyu goes back to admiring you, hand rubbing circles on your stomach.
â Heâll be just like his parents, The second Handsomest Little guy in the World, ofcourse after me !!â Beomgyu replies before receiving a smack from you and his friends.
#kpop#tomorrow x together#txt#txt smut#beomgyu#txt soobin#choi soobin x reader#soobin x reader#hueningkai#choi soobin#choi beomgyu#txt yeonjun#txt beomgyu#txt taehyun#taehyun x reader#taehyun smut#kang taehyun#beomgyu smut#txt soft thoughts#txt scenarios#txt soft hours#tomorrow by together#txt moa#choi yeonjun#choi yeonjun x reader#yeonjun#yeonjun x reader#yeonbin#yeonjun smut#txt huening kai
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Neighbors.
Pairing(s): Tara Carpenter x fem!reader
Summary: Tara and R are neighbors
Warning(s): fluff, bad writing
Words: 1k+
A/N: I couldn't find the request but here you are, this is very rushed
My eyes fluttered open as the Uber driver wakes me up. I payed and thanked him as I dragged my legs up the stairs of my apartment complex because the elevator was broken...again. I could barely comprehend my surroundings as I tried to get to my apartment. The tiredness of my 12 hour shift weighing down on me heavily.
As I finally reached my apartment, I looked for my keys. In my pockets? nope, not there. My bag? not there either. As I started to grow frustrated, I remembered I kept the extra key under the mat. But guess what? that was also not there. I felt like ramming my head through the wall but that will not help my situation.
Reminder to self: never give your extra key to your friends and then forget the original one at work. I can't even ask them to bring it as it's 2 in the fucking morning.
I cursed out loud as I kicked my door in a state of rage and tiredness that I completely forgot other people lived here too.
My last resort was to kindly ask my neighbor if I can spend the night at her place, who happens to be my very good friend and the person I've been in love with for the last year and a half. I nervously walked in front of her apartment and raised my fist to knock, my fist was left hanging in the air, when the door suddenly opened and I was faced with a pissed-off and sleepy Tara.
"I guess I was not being as quiet as I thought I was huh?" I said with a chuckle as I smiled awkwardly.
"That was you? I thought it was the Smiths down the hall going at it again." She said with a tired giggle.
"Why were you being so loud so late anyways?" She said with a chuckle as she let me in.
She stared at me expectantly for an answer with that cute little smile on her face as if she knew the effect she had on me. Probably she did, I was never really discreet with my staring. I snapped out of my thoughts as I answered her.
"I may have locked myself out of my apartment." I said with a frustrated sigh as I rubbed my head already feeling a headache coming in from the lack of sleep.
"What really? what about that key under your doormat?"
"Yea, that's the prob-how do you know about that?" I asked confused.
"Y/N/N you do know that, that's the first place someone would look for a key if they're trying to break-in? Also I saw you open the door with that once."
"I-I knew that! I just thought no one would try and break in..." My voice lowered in volume into a whisper as I continued, finally hearing how ridiculous it sounded.
Tara doubled over in laughter as she saw that I even doubted the things I said. And I stared at her fondly, loving the sound that filled the room. She wiped the lone tear from her face from the laugh and faced me with a huge grin.
"So what happened to it anyway?" She said chuckling still trying to recover from her fit of laughter.
"Mindy took it when she stayed over last time and forgot to return it."
"So what I got from this is that you don't have a place to stay?" She inquired.
"Basically, yeah"
"And as an amazing human being and an amazing friend I offer you my place for the night" She said with a grin as she gestured to her place.
I'll admit the 'friend' part stung a little but nothing I haven't dealt with before.
"Thanks so much Tar,I owe you one!" I exclaimed as I went and hugged her.
âYeah yeah, stop acting like itâs your first time.â
She seemed to melt in my embrace, as she hugged me back tighter. I reluctantly let go as her scent was so hypnotizing.
"Let's get you in some comfy clothes" She said as she smoothed out the shirt and slacks I was wearing.
As she was walking away I 'discreetly' checked her out. She was wearing a white tee which rode up over her hips and black booty shorts which were too short to be honest. It's going to be a hard night.
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"Hey, you ready?" She asked as she poked her head into her room.
"Yea, I'm done." I said as I put my work clothes into the dirty clothes basket from what I was instructed earlier. I was in a black tee with grey joggers.
I turned around and saw her blatantly checking me out. I raised my eyebrows at her and she matched my expression once she caught my eye. I shook my head smiling at her goofiness and she chuckled.
"Where'd you get these clothes from anyway? Theyâre too big for your tiny self." I inquired.
Tara scoffed, âBold of you to be rude to me tonight when I can easily kick you out.â
I raised my hands in mock surrender as she glared at me.
âThey're Sam's, she left her clothes here the last time she stayed over."
"Makes sense."
After a moment of silence I couldn't fight my exhaustion any longer so I asked if the guest room was available.
"Well Sam is coming here in like 3 hours from her shift. So she would you kick you out if she found you sleeping there."
âThought so.â I say bummed out as I thought of sleeping in the sofa. I started gathering my stuff and moving towards the living room when she stopped me.
After a moment of contemplating she asked, "Wait why don't you sleep in my room and I'll sleep downstairs on the sofa?"
"Nope, not happening it's your apartment I can't let you do that." I objected.
The bickering went on for a while until we both agreed to sleep on the same bed.
I mean itâs not like I havenât slept over before, itâs just thereâs always been someone from our group present.
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"So, which side of the bed do you prefer?" I asked.
"I prefer the right one, but you can choose tonight."
"Then I'll take the left one." I decided.
She shrugged and started to get ready for bed. After we were all tucked in, me laying on my back facing the ceiling, and her on her right side facing me. As I stared at the ceiling contemplating whether I should turn to face her too, I noticed her staring at me with a dazed expression.
"What?" I asked as I turned my head to face her.
"Hmm?"
"Why are you staring at me?"
"I don't know." I raised my eyebrows at her amused.
I turned to my left side completely and stared at her while she stared at me. I noticed a small smile appearing on her lips as she looked at me with a loving expression. I lost all my train of thoughts as I looked at her looking at me.
She's so beautiful when she smiles even if it's a small one, it can light up any room, the way her eyes squints and crinkle around the corner when she smiles too wide, the cute little dimples that forms on her cheeks. The way she laughs with her whole body and has a habit of leaning on things when laughing. The automatic pout that forms on her lips when she's sad, and the smirk present on her face most of the time when talking to me, that cute sexy smirk.
"Penny for your thoughts?" She asked.
"My thoughts are worth more than a penny." I grinned back at her.
"I'm sure they are." She said with a chuckle,
"Seriously, what're you thinking about?" She asked again, genuinely curious.
"You." I answered honestly.
âMe?" She asked surprised.
âYea.â
âWhat about me?â She asked interested.
"How amazing you are." She raised her eyebrows at me.
âThatâs awfully nice of you say.â She said with a soft smile.
I shrugged as I stared back with all the love I had for her pouring out.
Suddenly, she moved forward and hugged me tightly and buried her face in my neck. I hugged her back just as much as tightly and laid my head on top of hers. We stayed like that for a bit, then she pulled back a bit but still wrapped up in my arms.
"Y/N/N?"
She looked up and I looked down at her and answered.
"Yea?"
"I love you."
My heart fluttered and ached as I smiled slightly and answered.
"I love you too."
"Really?"
"Yea, why? are you doubting my love for you?" I said in a teasing tone as I moved some of her bangs from her eyes.
"Do you love me as just a friend?" She asked looking back and forth in my eye trying to find answers.
"Tara what are you trying to say?" I asked as I felt my heartbeat getting faster. She placed her hands on my chest on top of my heart.
âYour heartâs beating very fast.â
âI know.â
She stayed there for a moment with her hand on top of my heart, avoiding eye contact.
âTara.â
"I'm in love with you." She blurted out.
I blinked multiple times and stared wide eyed at her. As she looked in my eyes for a bit then continued speaking.
"I have been in love with you since I first moved in here 3 years ago. You helped me with my mental health, whenever I felt anxious or scared you'd cook me your famous spaghetti and we'd watch horror movies all night even though I know youâd rather watch something else. I know it's too much to know right now but I just needed you to know, I couldn't wait any longer." She finished her confession.
I stared at her for a few seconds trying to process all this. I heard her sigh and starting to move away from me. Overcame in panic, I did the first thing I thought of and have been wanting to do for a while now.
I kissed her.
Her lips were so soft and smooth and tasted like cherry and honey as I cradled her jaw. I felt her reciprocating as I started to slowly move my lips against hers. There were no rush, we just laid there gently moving our lips against each other. She cradled my face in her hands and I rested my hands on her waist. We parted when there was a need of air. Both of us panting a bit as Tara rested her forehead against mine.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that for." I said slightly panting
"Eh, I had an idea." Tara grinned as she leaned forward and gave me a firm peck.
"For the record, I love you too." I replied with a grin as the butterflies came alive in my stomach.
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I groaned as I felt myself waking up. I fluttered my eyes open as I realized I'm in Tara's bedroom, all the memories from yesterday flooded my head, I smiled bashfully as I looked beside me to see the spot empty, but I could smell the pancakes in the air. I got up from the bed, stretched my muscles and scratched me back while yawning and went out of the room to see the cause of that heavenly smell.
I walked out of her room, to see her cooking pancakes in the stove with her back to me. I walked slowly towards her and leant against the counter. And loudly yelled out "So, what'cha making?" She jumped at least 3 feet from the ground.
"Y/N/N you scared the shit out of me!" Tara exclaimed as I burst out laughing, she smacked my shoulder with a spatula as she started pouting.
"Not my fault you get scared easily." I said with a shrug as I massaged the place she hit. For someone so small she sure could hit.
âYea, I wonder why.âShe glared at me as she sarcastically spoke.
I chuckled as she went back to making pancakes while I sighed dreamily as I stared at her being so domestic.
"I can feel you staring at me creep." She laughed as she turned around to give me a playful glare.
"You weren't discreet with it then, and you still aren't now.â She said with a smirk as she looked at me over her shoulders.
"Just so you know, I wasn't trying to be discreet." I replied with raised brows.
"Yea sure ok, whatever helps you sleep at night." She said with a sarcastic tone.
This bitch-
"Oh please don't be so flattered I wanted you to know." I said with a wave of my hands.
"Uh huh" She replied with a tone so obvious that she doesn't believe me.
I stared at her with a glare as she started to laugh loudly after glancing at me over her shoulders. I went behind her sneakily as I saw her put the last batch of pancakes on the plate and started tickling her. She jumped and screamed as she tried to get away from my fingers. But I trapped her in between the counter and me and started to tickle her more.
"Y/N/N STOP" She screamed out as she started struggling in my arms, I let her take a bit of an advantage as I loosened my arms a little and she moved away.
She started running towards the living room as she looked over her shoulders to see me running after her with an evil smirk and my fingers wiggling in the air in her direction. She sped up and screamed.
"Y/F/N I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T STOP THIS!"
I tackled her to the sofa and started tickling her again as I straddled her. And she started laughing uncontrollably as she tried to move my fingers away from her.
"OK STOP STOP I SURRENDER I GIVE UP I GIVE UP" She shouted and I finally stopped, both of us panting for air after all that cardio. I stared down at her as she stared up at me, still panting. I swear to God in that moment I've never seen something more gorgeous than her.
She had her hair sprawled across the sofa, bare-faced all red from laughing too much, sweating and panting as she looked up at me with this happy and content look in her eyes, it made my heart burst with joy, I felt like jumping around screaming dancing not believing that she loved me back. My stomach filled with butterflies and spread through to every inch of my body. I could feel my serotonins being released just by looking at her. She was my serotonin.
I started to lean down with the intention of kissing her, she looked up at me expectantly as she waited for me to close the gap. My hands on either side of her head as they supported my weight, when I was about an inch away from kissing her, she wrapped her arms around my neck.
"You're so very wrong if you think I'm gonna let you kiss me after the torture you put me through." She said with her lips brushing against mine then suddenly she pushed me off of her on the floor as I groaned and she got up from the sofa.
"And come quickly dumbass the pancakes are already cold because of you.â She said as she walked away swaying her hips to the kitchen, and I know she was smirking. I sighed contented as I laid there even though my butt hurt from the fall, it was worth it. God, I loved this girl so much.
#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter#scream 5#scream 6#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega x y/n#tara carpenter x y/n#jenna ortega x you#tara carpenter x you
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RANDOMMM SCENARIO BUT⌠famous athlete(soccer player) comes up to Wife and flirts with her (???) while her and miggy are at a club or something. đŤ¨
ooo this gon be a one jealous miggyđ¤¤đ¤¤
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miguel is fucking furious,
he and his wife had planned to have a date night. a nice drink at a cocktail bar would do the two of them good. in which he refused at first. he offered a dinner and gentle walks with ice cream but it seems that his wife managed to make him agree with her instead . thanks to her gorgeous puppy dog eyes and seduction, he actually complied. under one condition, that she has to stay by his side the entire night.
âaw baby, you know i wouldnât stray too far away from you. I wouldnât like to dance alone anywayâ
thatâs not why miguel wanted her to leave his side for more than five minutes,
if she did, then miguel has to look at some twenty something year old mother fucker trying to hit on her like this exact moment,
itâs because he knows how gorgeous his wife is. her presence alone could make peopleâs head turns and men to fall to their knees. let alone if she opens her mouth and speak, they could easily be entranced and fall in love,
how would he know, you ask? because thatâs what she did to him the first time he met her,
he brings his glass of whiskey to his lips, taking a slow sips as his eyes settled on another brunette man trying to entertain his wife by the bar,
five minutes. miguel fucking left for five minutes to go to the bathroom and some pubescent fucker already is trying his ways to woo her,
itâs not like sheâs actually interested with the guy. he could sense the boredom radiating from her, and he doesnât even have to stand close to her,
it makes him laugh.
her ears perk at the sound of a familiar sound that she loves, turning around and flashes a smile before reaching a hand to his waist making him mirror her expression,
âmiguel, darling. this is christian. christian king. heâs aââ
ânumber 07. football league. nice to meet youâ on the contrary, miguelâs tone doesnât sound inviting at all, in which sheâs quick to notice but doesnât say anything,
the guy however, is appalled. eyes wide at the size of the man before him who looks like he could snap his neck in half.
miguelâs impossibly large physique has never failed to intimidate people. how could it not? heâs one of the strongest spider-man for crying out loud! not to mention the amount of hours he put in during the workouts. especially when heâs in during the bulking season to put on more muscles,
lord have mercy whomever tries to cross him or disrespect his wife
âoh.. I didnât know she came with someoneâ the guy gulps nervously but try to at least smile. âmiguel oâhara? a friend of bruce wayneâs right?â
he scoffs, âhardlyâ he twirls the glass softly in his hand as the other snakes around her waist, showing him that sheâs taken. âacquaintance is more suitedâ
christian lets out a hum, nodding along as he awkwardly tries to avert his gaze. miguelâs wife however is enjoying this weird interaction, her eyes flickers between them before smirking,
âchristian here just asked me out on a date. to go watch him playâ
hearing that makes christian choke, while miguel raises his one eyebrow at the bold question the man had the nerve to ask,
âthat so?â miguel heaves a small humorless laugh, sounding pissed. he watches christian struggle to put some words as he shakes his head,
ât-that was before i knew she came with someone, i swear! sorry i mean no disrespectâ he puts his hands up in defense, feeling scared that her words will affect his life. because the way miguel is staring him down hard,
thereâs 99% chance that christian would walk out of here with broken arms,
âsaw you kept touching her too, compĂĄ. you interested in my wife?â miguel steps in closer while she remains quiet, biting back a smile,
âno! oh my god, no! of course not i wasââ
âhow old are you?â
â21â
âshitâ miguel chuckles as if itâs the funniest thing heâs ever heard. âlook, you got to find one your age, kid. sheâs taken. beat itâ
christian nods fast, grabbing his drink off the table and mutter a soft sorry before scrambling off and away from the two,
his wife has her legs crossed, exposing the soft and delicate thighs between the slits of her dress while eyeing her husband who refuses to leave his gaze off the poor guy,
she smirks widely, elbow on the counter before chuckling causing miguel to look at his woman. which then his brows dip into a frown,
âyou were enjoying thatâ
âi didâ she confirms, moving to graze his cheek and down to the collar of his shirt. âyou handled that better than i didâ
âyou complaining, cariĂąo?â
âkind of. I shouldâve prompted a fightâ
âjesus, youâre crazyâ
she leans closer, breath ghosting over his mouth as he looks down at her, mind going fuzzy. âyou love it.â
âay. si lo tengo, bonitaâ he sighs dreamily, planting a quick kiss on her ruby lips. âi still donât like how they keep trying to take my woman away from me. first, it was at the cake test for our wedding and now that fucking kidâjesus is really testing meâ
âwhat? you know iâm hot. some people just canât help themselvesâ she shrugs innocently, giving him her best doe gaze while sipping on her cocktail,
with a groan, he pulls her in. âyouâre pushing it, queridaâ eyes jumping between her eyes and mouth. âbut youâre not wrongâ
her lips stretch into a smile, pressing a finger on his chin to keep his eyes locked in his,
âyouâre my husband. and iâm your wife. weâre tied, baby. you are stuck with meâ
the nickname and the reminder puts him at ease for a bit, softly unclenching his jaw, head nodding at the thought of his wife being his forever,
his beautiful, beautiful wife,
âi mean, unless you want us toââ
âdonât even think about itâ he grunts, giving her butt a spank with a glare. the gesture makes her giggle,
âyouâre fucking mineâ
#miguel o'hara#miguel oâhara x reader#miguel oâhara fluff#miguel oâhara blurbs#miguel oâhara drabbles
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Whose Wife Is This?
Pairing: John Price x F!Reader
Summary: John comes home and finds out that he somehow has a wife.
a/n: lmaooo I just had this idea before I went to bed the other night. Kinda wrote this in a hurry so it isn't organized at all and the story is all over the place, yada yada. Bare with me... Bear with me? *shrugs*
word count: 1k
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John tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes to no avail. There was no way of hiding that the long nights heâd been putting in at the office were weighing on him. But with no reason to go home, why would he? Heâd just have to complete the mountain of paperwork the next day anyway. His eyes strained from hours of reading, his wrist ached from writing.
Young John Price wouldâve never imagined the amount of paper pushing heâd be doing as an operator. His naive young self lived for the chaos of the field, sometimes even putting off his less-than-exciting duties.Â
âSir?â Johnâs head shoots up. The boys stand at his door huddled around the small entrance. âYou staying here all night, Captain?â Gaz asks with concern mixed into his voice. John looks over to the now significantly smaller pile of papers littering his desk.
âI was just finishing up. You boys need something?â
Gaz shakes his head, âNo, sir.â A smirk plays on his lips. âJust tell your wife we said âhelloâ.â
âIâll let her know.â He replies absentmindedly. The boys leave the captain alone once again, he continues looking at the papers, shuffling them around before he stops abruptly.
âMy wife? What the bloody hell were they talking about.â He mutters to himself. He takes it as a sign that he should call it a night since he is now imagining things. âI donât have a wife. Why would he say that?âÂ
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The drive home is silent. At the end of a long day, he couldnât stand to listen to anything, his mind was too exhausted to think about anything but a beer and his bed. Not many knew about his personal life. Ghost was the only one who knew heâd been married before, but the marriage occurred when he was younger and undoubtedly more immature.
He made it to selection, began his career, and fell into the same pattern many men in his profession did: Partying, one-night stands, etc. He would be the first to admit that heâd been a piss-poor husband and he was now missing the touch of a woman in his life. His bed was lonely, his house devoid of life, reflecting how often he was actually home. Heâd become a hopeless romantic, dreaming of someone he could hold in his arms. He yearned for someone to memorize. Their little habits and quirks, someone heâd share moments with, even have arguments with.
He pulls into his driveway barely remembering the drive home. He groans as he steps out of his car, his back aching from the day of training and being hunched over. He moseys his way to the front door and unlocks it while letting out a deep breath. The hallway is lit by a single dim light, the brown floral wallpaper looks like it came from the 19th century and gives the home a depressing look. He unties his boots and kicks them off leaving them next to the door. He removes his uniform top tossing it on the chair on the opposite wall before his feet pat softly against the hardwood floors leading towards the kitchen, towards a beer he so badly wanted to have.
He briefly glances at a photo framed on the wall and continues onward-
Wait a second?
He takes a couple of steps back and his head snaps towards the photo. His eyes scan it knowing for a fact that it had not been there in the morning⌠Or any time before that. A woman in a white sun dress sat smiling in a field of flowers. He rubs his eyes, unable to believe what he is seeing, sheâs wearing his bucket hat.
He looks further down the hall and sees another picture frame, this one on top of the entryway table next to a pot of plants he either forgot to water or wasnât around to. He rushes over to it and his eyes almost pop out of his head. This photo was of him smiling down at the same woman. He reaches for it, holding it close to his face. He looks around trying to make sense of what was happening only to realize the pot of dead plants now had vibrant green leaves pouring out of it.
Maybe heâd entered the wrong house? That couldnât be, the furniture was in the same place as it had been before. And he couldnât deny that the man in the photo looked exactly like him. Just as he was certain he was losing his mind a feminine voice calls out for him.
âJohn?â
He puts the picture frame back on the table and swings around towards the voice. Small bits of light flood into the hallway from the crack in the kitchen door. He slowly pushes the door further, his eyes trying to adjust to the bright light.
âThere you are! I thought I heard you come home.â A woman rushes towards him wiping her hands on her pink apron. She pulls him into a hug but heâs too stunned to react. She pecks his cheeks and pulls him towards the dining table. âSit, honey. I made you dinner. You stayed so late today, youâre probably starving.â
He lets her drag him to the table and plops down on a chair. She flows around the counter and returns with a plate of food. She places it in front of him in between the cutlery already on the table. The meal looks far better than what heâs been putting together for himself the last few weeks. He usually cooked or meal planned but work this week just didnât let him and he expected to come home tonight and sleep for dinner.
He blinks at her for a few seconds unsure of how he ended up in this situation.
âLove, what are you doing in my house?âÂ
âIâm your wife silly,â You giggle at him while leaning over to give him another kiss on the cheek.
If he had the energy to argue he would, but instead he decided to eat. He licks the plate clean and brings it to the kitchen sink.
âCâmon, honey. Youâre so tired, letâs get you in bed.â
He follows quietly trying to figure out if he should accept this or if he should ask questions in the morning. Thereâs only one thing he knows for sure in his exhausted state: Thatâs not his wife.
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