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maybankslover · 6 months ago

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I just woke up but hear me out.

Felt good about you is giving reader realizing how toxic it is whatever Drew and Odessa have going on. Maddie probably warned her and reader thought she was exaggerating since Drew is a grown man but when O’s filming in NY ends and comes back to L.A shit hits the fan.

felt good about you- drew starkey

drew starkey x actress!reader

warnings: angst, might mention sex, might mention indifelity, mention of bitch and slut regarding a woman, odessa, everything is for the plot.

summary: the request.

playlist: felt good about you by gracie abrams

a/n: @droppedyourhnd you and your mind at six in the morning. @flvredcas i think this enters in your request too <3

"he has kind of a weird relationship with one of his friends, they worked together like three years ago and she has been in the middle of every single thing he does ever since. be careful before diving in." madelyn had told her before they went on their first date, that was a year and a half back.

maybe i should've listened to her she kept thinking or maybe i should've payed more attention to his mother's words.

"i'm so glad it's you." the woman with a kind smile said to her the third time they met, six months into the relationship. "we were so tired of him bringing that friend." she smiled back, it should've been one of the biggest red flags.

she still hadn't met 'that friend' yet and when she did, she wished she never had.

it was a sunny afternoon in los angeles. her house, which had recently become his too as they took the big step of moving in together and as she was an owner they decided her place was the right decision, welcomed the bright light and warm through big open windows when he mentioned she would be coming over later in the week with a few friends of them.

"odessa will be coming in the weekend baby, her filming in new york just ended." she smiled at him.

"alright, make a list of what it's needed and we'll go to the grocery."

she now wished she had never opened the doors of her home, her latest call was one she made to one of her friends to ask for a energy cleanse of her house.

"i don't know maggie just clean eight times if needed i just want to feel the energy of the bitch gone." she looked at the blonde in front of her who started laughing.

"what happened that's got you so mad at that girl?" she sighed.

"what didn't happened you should ask."

flashback to last saturday night

"drew!" she heard a voice she didn't recognised exclaim, turning around to see a curly head running straight to her boyfriend and jump in his arms, wrapping her legs around the waist of the tall blonde.

she looked at madelyn who was still chopping some veggies beside her.

"yeah." the blonde murmured, invited to the gathering as she knew some of those people and to not make y/n feel alone, she had met some of those friends but no one was as good at madelyn to keep her company.

"you must be y/n!" she saw how fake that smile for a mile away. "drew talks so much about you i was dying to meet you."

"i'd hope so." y/n laughed welcoming her in a hug. "nice to meet you too. make yourselve comfortable, we'll be bringing the food out soon."

"you've got a maid starkey?" she laughed before walking off to the patio where the rest of the group awaited.

the eyebrow she crocked in drew's way had him apologising in an instant.

"she's a particular sense of humor baby." he gave her a kiss to the lips before walking out too.

the table oustide was nicely done, y/n loved being hostess, the tiny details made her happy.

"you don't care if i sit next to him right?" odessa said when she was about to sit down next to drew. "it's been a while since we've seen eachother."

she looked down to drew before looking up to the girl. "not at all." she smiled at her before moving to sit next to madelyn.

for the entire dinner not once that girl intended to include her in the conversation, ignoring whatever comment she said and what she did was touch her boyfriend all night, not that drew stopped it.

she was seeing red by the end of the night while two of drew's male friends helped her and madelyn clean the table and once the two girl's were left alone in the kitchen she almost threw a glass to the wall.

"if she ignores me or give's me one more backhanded comment i'm killing her." she sighed.

"i told you it was weird." madelyn told her. "you really need to talk to him tonight."

and she did when they went to bed even if it was three in the morning.

"i don't like her." she said to him.

"who? odessa?" she nodded yes. "why?"

"apart from her ignoring me and making backhanded comments all night, did she really need to touch you all damn night?" she was furious. "i'm not crazy jealous and you know it but it was too much drew."

"baby she's like that probably didn't even realised she wasn't paying attention to you." she rolled her eyes at his words. "and i'll try to keep her hands far from me next time if it bothers you. come to bed it's late."

she sighed and laid next to him, allowing him to wrap his arms around her.

"i love you sweetheart."

end of flashback

"oh i'd have killed the bitch right there." her friend said laughing.

"thank you!"

they had been pictured perfect, it almost seemed planned but it wasn't they just were like that. no one would've guessed the way they would land fallin' through the cracks she had never seen in her relationship.

"drew are you kidding me? it's the second date you cancel in less the two weeks." she exclaimed, her makeup already done.

"she's leaving in a month baby and we didn't see each other for a least a year." he said picking up his keys from the living room table.

"then why can't i come too? she's been in town for two months" he nodded no.

"it's just a us two kind of thing." she bit her lip to contain the ammount of insults that wanted to escape her mouth.

without a response she walked up the stairs.

text

maggie 'thought you had a date tonight'

y/n 'yeah had, he cancelled to go out with that bitch. where did you see it?'

maggie 'link'

y/n 'i'm going to kill him if he doesn't get it right'

he came home late, her perfume all over him invading the bedroom the second he stepped in.

"get that shirt out of this room." she didn't looked up from her computer.

"thought you'd be asleep." he said surprised.

"had work to do." she wouldn't tell him the nights of sleep she had been loosing because of him. "just get it out of here or take a shower that smell is making me want to vomit."

"it's late." she shrugged her shoulders.

"you won't be sleeping here if you smell like that." the look she gave him when her eyes made it's way towards him could kill and he got the hint.

"alright alright."

she didn't recognised the feeling settling in her chest so she tried to ignore it, she shouldn't have. just like she shouldn't have ignored madelyn warnings.

it first started with a text she saw without intending to.

"why the fuck is she saying she sleeps better when you are with her?" drew looked at her and at his phone resting in the table in front of them.

"baby..."

"why the fuck drew"

"we- we used to sleep together." he sighed closing his eyes.

"sleep together like in the same bed or you used to fuck her?" when he didn't answer she knew the answer. "you got a girl you used to fuck inside my fucking house, you see a girl you used to fuck and you didn't thought to tell me?"

"no one else knew and we're just friends now." she stood up and walked away. "y/n/n" he said following her.

"you're not talking to her anymore, not seeing her anymore. you got it?" his eyebrows snapped together.

"you can't be serious, she's just my friend." she threw her hands in the air signiling she didn't care.

"figure it out but i won't tolerate it."

she should've known he lied.

"i talked to her, we won't see eachother anymore." she should've known it was a lie.

she should've known as he watched her instead of that girl when she walked to them at some award ceremony talking to drew as if nothing had happened.

he held his breath for her reaction.

"it's been a while, we should get together some time." she said wanting to prove to herself that drew hadn't stop the communication with that girl.

"yeah girl for sure." odessa smiled at her words. "i said the same to drew like a week ago." it was all she needed, her whole night ruined.

"i don't want you here tonight." she said as they walked into their bedroom.

"y/n/n you got to understand." her dress pooled at her feet.

"i'm done understanding. go sleep to the couch, another room or call her and go to sleep with her for all i care." she chuckled. "i'm such an idiot, you must think i'm such an idiot."

"that's not true." he exclaimed. "i'm sorry i shouldn't have lied to you."

"i'm not gonna listen to you excuse tonight." she took the pins out of her hair and threw a pillow his way. "get the fuck out."

he knew better than not listen to her. in the emptyness of her bathroom she broke down crying.

instead of taking all her strengh and leaving, she forgave him.

"i don't know why i did it." he took her hand in his the following morning. "i'll talk to her in front of you if that's what it takes for you to forgive me."

she nodded and took his phone from him, calling her without giving him one more moment watching him through the whole call.

"it's that slut isn't it? she's making you." odessa said from the other side of the line.

"don't direspect her. it's not her, it's you and not knowing about bounderies." he sighed. "goodbye."

she was the one to press block in every single thing he had her on.

she should've felt good but she didn't, she had lost all the trust she had in him.

"i used to feel good about you and you took that away from me." she said cleaning her eyes with the back of her hand. "i used to feel good about us and all the plans you said you wanted with me."

"i do want those plans with you y/n/n." his face showed the anxiety he was feeling at that moment.

"you sure have a nice way of showing that, you put it all in risk by not cuting ties with her." he nods yes. "why is she so important that you lied to me for fours months."

"i don't know." he should know.

"that's the thing, you should know. you should know to put me first, to put us first." she sighs. "if you don't know then all this." she moves her hands in a circle, hinting the house. "this is half of something and you're half isn't in it."

the begining of the end setled in a subtle way between them.

text

drew 'i fucked up'

madelyn 'i know'

madelyn 'what the hell was going on in your mind?'

drew 'i don't know, it's dessa'

madelyn 'and on the other side it's your gf'

madelyn 'so i think it's pretty easy to chose'

madelyn 'it was a easy thing to do, she doesn't trust you anymore'

drew 'god i fucked up so hard'

drew 'i don't want to lose her'

madelyn 'then figure your shit out. you're 31'

madelyn 'stop playing around'

the following months he kept making up for the lies.

"do you know how much i love you?" he whispered into her neck, the post sex haze still lingering in the air.

"yeah." she whispered. "i love you too."

the morocco night sky iluminated by the moon made her feel less alone. she also hung with the stars even if they were far from her.

but she was close to her star and still she felt her star so far from her.

she watched him laugh with his cast-mates, some she had worked with and some other had become friend's when she started dating him. she used to feel so good at him laughin' now she wondered if he ever laughed at a backhanded comment about her.

"you alright sweetheart?" he looked at her.

"yeah super." she smiled leaning more into his figure.

maybe she could make herself feel good about him again.

maybe she would never realise she would feel fuller without him.

maybe he should've never make her skip a night of sleep.

maybe he would never lie to her again.

maybe.

maybe she'd eventually walk away.

maybe she'd fulfill the end that had began all those months back.

maybe.

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m1guelsgf · 6 months ago

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done for the night

axel kovacevic x reader

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hiiiii this is my first fic for any CK character so i'm kinda nervous. hope u like it. i started a pt. 2 already bc i just love axel but i also wanna write him in different scenarios as well! will open my requests asap :)

c.w.

s6pt2 spoilers, drinking.

being in barcelona was a dream. you were grateful that you were able to tag along with the miyagi do's. sensei larusso and sensei lawerence always liked you, especially johnny. being miguel's best friend is a privilege you were happy to have. sure, it came with a lot of drama but it also came with a protector, a group of friends, and some karate skills.

plus, being miyagi do's water girl wasn't a bad deal for being flown out to barcelona.

you were enjoying being on the inside of all the events while not needing to fight. the first couple of rounds you seen were intense. being around all these powerful people made you a little nervous but you had hope nothing terrible would happen like the rumble at west valley. these weren't angry teenagers fueled off drama and angst, they're athletes. aspiring professionals.

after miyagi do managed to stay in the game by the skin of their teeth, everyone was getting ready to go out. sam was talking your and devons ear off about spain and all the things her and miguel were going to do in their freetime when there was a knock at the door. you got up from your spot at the vanity and opened it to see miguel.

he was distressed, foot anxiously tapping with a hand through his hair. "is sam in here?"

"yeah, sam." you waved her over to the door. "you good, miggy?" miguel opened his mouth to speak and his eyes immediately welled up with tears. "what's wrong?"

"my mom..." his voice shook as he took sam in his arms for a hug. "something's wrong with the baby, i need to go back home." he spoke, voice muffled by sams hair.

"of course." you nodded. "is there anything we can do?"

he only shook his head and hugged sam harder.

"miguel." johnny said from the end of the hallway and beckoned him.

miguel let sam go and gave you a quick but tight hug before taking off. you and sam share an uneasy look before going back inside the room.

"miguel's going back home? sensei too?" devon asked and the two of you nodded.

"i need a drink." you said, grabbing your purse.

***

at the bar, everyone just seemed to take the gloominess with them. knowing miguel was struggling made it impossible to have fun.

"what are we going to do now that miguel's gone?" devon asked hawk and demitri.

"we could always have y/n take his spot?" hawk said, giving you a look over like he was sizing you up.

you scoffed. "yeah right, i wasn't even good enough to fight for a spot in the sekai tekai. getting my ass kicked on the world stage isn't on my bucket list."

"i'm serious." hawk said. "if they can't get kenny, you're next up. so don't black out this time." hawk pointed at your drink, remembering the time you got blackout drunk and threw up all over the inside of his car at one of moons parties.

"i'd prefer drunk y/n over kenny any day." demitri started. "at least she didn't shit her pants."

"oooookay." you stood up, taking your empty glass with you. "i'm getting another drink." you saw the way they were looking at you. "my last one. i don't think you guys will need me but if you do, i'll be ready. i promise."

you walked over to the bar, where sam and robby were sitting. "hey."

"hey." sam said and robby only nodded.

"what's with him?" you noticed robby's bad mood as soon as you walked up.

"maybe you can help." sam stood up, taking her cup with her. "i'm gonna go sit with the others for a sec, see if miguel still has service."

"okay." you nodded, taking sams spot at the bar. "what's wrong?"

"everything." robby sighed. "i need a drink."

you wanted to tell him not to, that it wouldn't solve anything but you knew that he already knew.

"get one, whatever you want. i got us for the first round." you took some cash from your pocket. "hey, can i get a mai tai and..."

"a rum and coke. double. please." robby asked and the bartender nodded, getting to work on your drinks.

"it's one of those nights, huh?" he only nodded, peering at the other edge of the bar for a moment before scoffing and turning back to you.

"yeah." you looked down to where he had just looked, to see tory and kwon sitting besided each other. kwon had an arm around her shoulders and was whispering something in her ear.

"i'm sorry robby. she's gonna come around, i know she is."

"i don't know. she's doing better without me." robby took a sip of his drink and looked down to where tory was sitting. kwon had separated from her but was still close. "and i'm here." he looked at his drink. "thanks by the way."

"it's not good to drink alone. especially when you're down." you nodded, taking a sip of your drink. "also, i missed out on the robby who smoked weed and skated everywhere. i hear he was kinda fun."

"i still skate everywhere." he said with a small laugh. "just not a skate rat anymore."

"yeah, you're the captain now." you gently nudged his shoulder. "i don't know how that feels exactly, the pressure, but i do know that you're gonna make everyone back home proud. especially tory."

"i hope so." he took another drink and eventually, his was gone.

"i know so. she's been watching every one of your fights."

robby cringed a little bit. "knowing i've lost every one of my fights definitely makes me feel lame."

"you're still in it. there's still tomorrow." you took another sip of your drink.

robby nodded. "i'm gonna go to the bathroom."

you nodded in return, looking over your shoulder to see hawk on his phone, sam and devon talking, and demitri dancing with a girl. when you turned back to where robby was sitting, kwon was in his seat.

"hi."

"hello." you were playing with your straw.

"what are you drinking?"

"a mai tai." your responses were dry but kwon wasn't backing off.

"do you want to dance?" he offered his hands but you shook your head, backing away a little.

"no, thanks."

"what? you're only miyagi do's little girlfriend? not for the rest of us?" kwon leaned in closer. "i can treat you better than keene."

"leave me alone, kwon."

"hey." robby's voice came from behind you.

kwon only scoffed and backed up. "someone's waiting for me anyways." he stood up. "i promise i'll keep her warm tonight, keene." he said before leaving the bar.

"are you okay?"

"i need some air." you stood up and went outside, leaving your friends at the bar. you felt bad for leaving robby alone but you couldn't be there anymore.

you felt the effects of the alcohol as you walked down to the beach. your head was spinning. you stopped and took a seat near the shore, sighing as you looked out to the water.

and then you saw him.

axel kovacevic.

he had been destroying his opponents on the mat. nobody's been able to land a point on him. he was one of the strongest competitors. he was stoic too, especially now as he was practicing his kata about 10 feet away from you. in the moonlight, by the ocean, with the alcohol making your perspective soft, he wasn't robotic. he was focused. until he caught you staring at him.

you made eye contact and immediately looked down at your lap. you waited about 5 seconds to check if he was still looking and he was full on staring. it was awkward. he wasn't looking at you as a threat, but with curiosity.

the two of you observed each other for a silent minute before you decided to say something. "hi." you waved and he didn't say anything in return. "you're axel right?" he nodded. "i'm y/n. i liked the kata you were doing."

"i'm not supposed to speak with opponent." he turned away from you and you stood up.

"i'm not your opponent. i'm not even fighting in the tournament. more like, emergency backup." you smiled, watching the corner of his lips tug upwards.

"why aren't you fighting?" he asked curiously, taking a step closer to you.

"i'm not really a fighter like my friends are." you shrugged. "you're great though."

"i'm alright." he leaned over to pick up his shirt and revealed bruises on his back. the sight made you wince.

"what happened?"

"bo staff competition."

"nobody has been able to land a point on you yet." you looked at him and he had a sort of an embarrassed look. "i know about... your sensei. one of my friends saw. it's not right. you should be out with your team, not practicing alone."

"there's always time for practice. my sensei wants me to be the best. it's because of him i never lose."

"doesn't make it right." you responded. "your entire dojo is pretty great though, i have to admit."

"you're pretty." axel stopped himself. your face was on fire and so was his. "your dojo's pretty good too."

"thanks. do you wanna walk with me? back to the hotel?" you asked, rocking on your heels. axel looked around and nodded and you both took off into the night.

"how long have you been fighting for?" you asked.

"ever since i was a kid. what about you?"

"only a couple years. after one of my friends got really hurt, i decided i had to get serious about learning. he had been teaching me some stuff but when it happened i just had to join a dojo. it was actually... cobra kai."

axel looked at you in disbelief. "you were in cobra kai?"

"yeah. after miguel got hurt, i was really angry and i took it out on everyone."

"miguel..."

"he was the original cobra kai." you remembered when miguel excitedly showed you his first gi. "it's a long story though. those sensei's, silver. they put me and all my friends through hell. so i know what its like to have a sensei do anything to make you the best, even hurt you."

axel couldn't say anything, he could only look at you with wonder. "is that why you don't fight anymore?"

"kind of. i don't know. i'm just not as angry as i used to be. i feel like my anger was the only reason i was ever good and i don't wanna live like that." you shrugged.

"i understand." he nodded. "i love karate but i don't want to be a robot all the time." you shook your head and opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted. "i hear what everyone says. they call me a monster, a machine. sometimes i just want to be axel." you nodded, this time you didn't have anything to say. "that's why i like to travel. i get to disappear in each city whenever i'm not fighting."

"how many cities have you been to?"

"a lot." he chuckled and listed all the cities and countries he's been to. you listened in awe. "what about you?"

"i've never really left california." you responded. "but after being here, i'd love to see everything. the sagrada familia makes me feel small but not in a scary way. it's like a monument to the great things humans can do."

"how cute!" a familiar voice interrupted. "little rival team playtime, huh?" kwon and another cobra kai came from around the corner. "thought you were only for miyagi do to play with."

"and i thought i told you to leave me alone." you tried to push past them but they blocked the path. you could smell the alcohol on kwons breath as he spoke. "just let us go."

"what's the magic word?" kwon asked, leaning in closer to you.

"move." you responded bluntly, not wanting anything else to do with this.

"wrong." kwon scoffed and shook his head. he glanced over your shoulder and you were sure someone was behind you.

"we just want to go back to the hotel." you weren't planning on giving kwon what he wanted.

"okay. you can go, only if you say please." kwon was in your face again, smug smile plastered on his face.

before you knew it, the other cobra kai kicked axel. it barely affected him as he shot into action to defend the both of you.

"come on, hit me. show me why they brought you here." kwon tapped his cheek and you were about to raise your arm when you were grabbed from behind. you elbowed whoever grabbed you multiple times before being able to slither out and kick him across the face. at the same time, axel shoved the other cobra kai into kwon. "okay come on. i'll take you both."

the sound of sirens took everyone but kwon out of the fight. he was still pressing axel and had to be taken away by his teammates.

"come on, let's go."

the two of you bolted back to the beach. after catching your breath, you started laughing a little.

"what?" axel asked.

"that guy kicked you and you barely moved. you have a strong base."

axel looked away from you, a smile spreading across his face. "thanks. that was a nice roundhouse."

"thanks, axel." you smiled at him and then looked out at the ocean. when you looked back at him, he was staring. no, he was admiring you. "what?"

axel said nothing, he only reached to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. his hand brushed against your face and you leaned into the touch.

and then he kissed you.

and you kissed him back. it was perfect. he was cradling your face with one hand, pulling you closer by your waist with the other. his mouth moved against yours softly and romantically. it was sweet. he didn't want anything other than to kiss you and you were happy to oblige and let yourself be putty in his hands.

but then your head started spinning again. you pulled away abruptly, taking a deep breath as you came up for air. the alcohol, the running, and the kissing were all making you dizzy. "axel i-."

"i'm sorry, i should go. already after curfew." axel took off running down the beach.

"wait, axel!" you called out after him but he was gone. you felt terrible as you went back inside the bar to meet with your team. everyone was already heading out and robby was nowhere to be seen. you figured he had went back to the hotel and hoped he would be fine. everyone else on the other hand would be dealing with their drama for a minute, including yourself.

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arminsumi · 2 years ago

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🔞 just geto

geto suguru is crowned best pussy eater and he has a tongue piercing and he has a dragon tattoo and he practices nunchaku shirtless and he listens to fall out boy and he prefers to have sex with the lights off and he's got a thick cock with a little bit of upwards curve and he knows how to slow dance and he enjoys stripping for you and he's actually a slut and he has a happy trail of dark hair creeping up his pelvis and he always offers you a bite of his food and warns that it's spicy and he also likes seeing you wear his big bulky white shirt and he also has a huge praise kink like please just tell him he's doing good and that he makes you feel like no one else and he also loves it when you admire his tattoos or trace them with your fingers and he also loves french kissing so you can feel his tongue piercing and also loves eating you out around the house and he practices martial arts shirtless and he shows off when you watch him because he wants you to look at HIS muscles no other man's muscles but HIS and he gives you bone-breaking hugs when he hasn't seen you in a while and he loves your cheek kisses and deeeeeeep down beneath that brooding boy exterior he's a softie who cries to ghibli movies and he also has had a DORKY ASS CRUSH on you ever since he was sixteen and first trailed along on a mission with you and satoru always teased him abt having a crush on his senior and the biggest fact of geto suguru is that he is so whipped for you and will be at your beck and call without even realizing or registering your command — he'll just say "yes my beauty" and fulfil all yours needs and requests

ok that's the suguru that lives in my daydreams. thought i'd share. what's ur suguru like? lmk 😌👍

#geto #geto suguru #smut #mdni #hcs #geto smut #geto x reader #🥡.takeout #🔞.smut

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loving-barnes · 19 days ago

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EVAN BUCKLEY - SECRETS OF THE PAST

Author’s note: I thought I'd post a spicy one-shot with Buck. But my mind had a different idea. I wanted to include some (future) drama into the story, so I have a part where we have a glimpse into Y/N's life. Guys, I had to give us a backstory, okay? :D I hope you will like it. PLEASE, let me know what you think.

Summary: During a full moon shift, Y/N takes a chilling call that hits painfully close to home.

Pairing: Evan Buckley x female reader

Warning: mentions of suicide, abuse

Rating: 15+

Words: 3400+

Masterlist | Evan Buckley Masterlist

EVAN BUCKLEY - SECRETS OF THE PAST

The full moon was here, which meant a night shift at the dispatch centre. Y/N had to work again. Every newbie worked during the full moon. No excuses. It didn’t matter that some already worked during a night like this. As they said, it’s to experience the craziness of LA. As if not enough craziness was happening in her life outside of work.

“You have the package?” the voice on the other side of the line said.

Y/N’s eyes moved from her drink to the big box sitting in the living room. A few days ago, she received a package from her hometown. It was one of the last things her distant relatives sent her.

It was a box with photos, documents, bits and bobs. She pushed the unboxing. There was no time or mood to go through it all. Y/N wasn’t ready to go back to the past. It was this fear that she’d find some skeletons in the closet. And she knew they would belong to her damn mother.

“I do,” she replied. “Thank you for sending it to me. I hope that is all.”

“Well, we went through it all. This should be it,” her aunt said. She was the sister of her late father. “The papers were finalised. You should receive the inheritance money shortly.”

“I will send you 30% as promised,” said Y/N. “Can’t believe that it took almost two years to close this chapter.” Why? Her mother made everything difficult.

“You don’t need…”

“Stop. I will. You’ve helped me a lot, and he was your brother. I’ll send you the money once I have it in my bank account.”

Y/N sat down on the couch, the box silently calling to her. She could have a quick peek inside before the night shift. Once she ended the call with her aunt, she put the phone on the coffee table and stared at the damn thing.

Open me… Open me…

She pushed the box closer and got inside. She examined everything that went through her hands. There were photos of her mother and deceased father. Between them was the five-year-old version of her. It was from a time when they seemed like a happy family. She used to be tiny and innocent, hugging a stuffed toy. Little did she know that things would turn drastically for everyone in a matter of months.

Y/N took a sip of coffee, letting the bitter taste linger in her mouth for a moment longer. She put the photo at the end of the pile. Then there was a picture of her mother with a man. He seemed familiar. The bottom right corner had a date. The photo was from 1994. She examined the man some more. Those eyes, the lips.

You know what they say: the world is a small place. What the fuck, how was this possible? What if this wasn’t him? Could it be?

She put the photo aside and started to dig through the documents. Y/N didn’t want to jump to conclusions until she found more proof. The box carried her old medical records from when she was a child. Everything about her childhood health was there. Then she got to an old yellow paper folder with more papers.

Her phone rang. Maddie’s name appeared on the screen. She picked up the call. “Hey, Maddie. You are calling early.” Y/N’s eyes put the folder aside and looked back at the photo. Her thumb lightly stroked the face of the man.

“Hi! I was wondering if you’d like to grab an early dinner before shift?”

“Well, I made myself some food to survive the night, but sure, I’m down,” Y/N replied. “What do you have in mind?”

“Great. I was thinking Chinese? I’m really craving Panda Express.”

Y/N gasped at the mention of that restaurant. “Damn, I’d love that. Their orange chicken is amazing. You have me, Maddie.”

The woman laughed. “Yes, I knew you’d be down. I’ll be at your place in fifteen. Be ready. I’ll call you once I’m outside. Bye.”

Y/N sighed. She left the photos and papers scattered around the table. It was best to let it be, for now. For all she knew, it was nothing but a coincidence. Doppelgangers existed, right?

She changed into appropriate clothes and put snacks into her handbag, and before she knew it, Maddie was already calling.

Maddie was chipper that day. She had a bright smile, the happiness radiating off her; it was nice and scary. Y/N should have known there was something behind that smile. As they got to the restaurant and had their order delivered, the brunette spilt the beans. “Buck’s single again.”

“Oh? How so?” Immediately, Y/N’s stomach turned. Did her advice ruin his relationship? Wait, that was like two months ago.

“They had a fight,” Maddie said. “Well, they’ve been fighting for some time now. And it got ugly. To sum it up, they broke up. Which means my brother is available,” she sang. The excitement bubbled more, and it made Y/N uncomfortable.

“I don’t know what you are trying to do, but I am not falling for that.”

“What? No, I’m not trying to do anything. I have just given you some interesting information you can process however you want.” Her voice said innocence, but her actions said meddler. “But my brother is cute, no?”

Y/N glared at Maddie and pointed a fork at her. “He’s around my age. I’ve met him twice now, so I don’t know him. I’ll admit he’s cute. That’s it.”

That answer satisfied the woman. She smiled at Y/N and put more food into her mouth.

“I don’t know what’s going on behind those eyes, Maddie, but I hate what’s radiating off you. Like you have a plan in your mind.”

“What? No, no,” she shook her head. “Nothing like that.”

“Liar,” Y/N chuckled.

They continued to eat the food. Maddie talked about her plans with Chim for Halloween. She was genuinely excited to attend a party with him. Y/N listened. However, her mind would drift back to what she found at home. That damn picture. It had to be a coincidence.

“Hey, you okay?” Maddie’s question brought her back to the present. “You’ve zoned out.”

Y/N shook her head and smiled. “I’m okay, just a bit stressed from this night. It’s the full moon. Last time I worked during the full moon, shit got crazy.” She knew how to lie. She learnt how to hide her emotions and struggles well.

“I remember my first full moon. I was traumatised by some of the calls. That’s when I realised Josh wasn’t lying about crazy shifts during the full moon.”

Once finished, Y/N paid for the food. Maddie protested, but Y/N didn’t want to hear anything about it. “You’re driving me to and from work. I can pay for food if you don’t let me give you gas money.”

An hour later, they were both sitting behind their assigned desks. The work day, or night, had begun. The first calls were dull. One woman was shouting at Y/N because she got the wrong order at McDonald’s. Then there was a drunk woman laughing most of the call because her friend fell into a deep bush and they couldn’t get her out.

“What a bunch of idiots,” Y/N mumbled under her nose after she ended the call.

“And it’s not even midnight,” Josh said as he passed her table.

Her phone rang again. Y/N glared at Josh, who laughed at her face. She would have said something back to him, but she had to pick up the call. “9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

There was silence on the other side. “This is 9-1-1. Do you have an emergency?” she repeated.

Y/N waited for a few seconds. As she opened her mouth, a soft voice spoke from the other side. “H-hello?” It belonged to a child. A girl.

“This is 9-1-1. My name is Y/N. Can you tell me your name?” Her fingers were ready on the keyboard to type down everything.

“Samantha,” the girl replied. Uncertainty. Timidness. Fear.

“Hi, Samantha. Can you tell me your age?” she spoke softly to the girl. Simple questions will have to be done for now.

“I’m 13,” she said, her voice trembling.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Do you need help? Can you talk?” She asked the questions slowly, one by one. The hair on Y/N’s arms stood up. Something felt strangely familiar about this call, and it was just the beginning.

There was a whimper, and it almost broke her heart. “I ran away from home,” she said. “I ran away from my mum. I can’t… I can’t,” she cried. Panic. Fear.

It felt like the whole world was about to collapse on Y/N. Those words brought back so many memories. All those buried feelings came back to the surface. “Samantha, why did you run away from your mum? Are you hurt? Did something happen?” She feared one of the worst answers, and she did receive one.

It started with a cry. “She beats me,” she admitted. “I can’t do anything right. I don’t want to go back home. I can’t do this anymore.”

Y/N typed all the information into the computer. “Can you tell me where you are?”

“She’ll find me. I can’t. I can’t tell you where I’m hiding. You’ll send her to me, and it’ll all start again. She’ll punish me for running away, calling 9-1-1. She will hurt me again.”

“No,” Y/N shook her head even when the girl couldn’t see. “You did the right thing calling 9-1-1. We can help you. I can help you, Samantha. Tell me where you are.”

“No,” she cried some more.

“Listen to me, Samantha,” Y/N’s voice was desperate. Her eyes were glued to the screens. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I want to help you. I need you to tell me where you are, so I can send the help you need, okay?”

There was nothing but soft cries coming from the other side. “She’ll find me. She’ll beat me up. I can’t do this anymore. Everything would be better if I weren’t alive.”

Those words were a warning sign. “Are you planning on hurting yourself?” This time, Y/N focused on the sounds from the other side. A siren from far away. Wind. The girl was somewhere outside.

“I’d rather be dead than be under one roof with her.”

Tears collected in Y/N’s eyes. She understood the pain the girl was in better than anyone. She was once the girl on the other side of the line. “Samantha, listen to me,” her voice trembled. “I used to be you. I used to have a mother who abused me when I was a child.”

When Y/N closed her eyes, her mind brought her to the memories she wished she had forgotten. She appeared on the kitchen floor, her mother holding a spatula tightly in her hand as she beat her with it.

“Tell me where you are so we can help you get to a safe place and end the nightmare you live in,” she added after she swallowed the ball that formed in her throat. “You won’t have to live like this anymore.”

Silence. She was contemplating her options. “I’m on the bridge. 6th Street Viaduct,” she said.

Y/N quickly switched lines. “All units, I have a 13-year-old female on the 6th Street Viaduct bridge. She’s suicidal and ran away from an abusive mother. I need the closest unit and medical assistance.”

“This is 727-L-30. I’ll be there in two minutes,” Athena’s voice replied from the other side. Y/N was glad she was the one coming to the scene. Athena was a mother herself. She loved her children, and she would help this girl.

“Copy that,” Y/N replied and switched back to the girl. “Samatha, help is on the way. Stay on the line with me, please.”

“W-what’s gonna happen to me now?”

Y/N took a deep breath through her nose. She tried to hold it together. It was hard. It was so close to home that she wanted to cry her eyes out. “Do you have a father, Sam?”

“N-no. I’m all alone,” she sobbed.

“Any relatives? Someone you love from your family?”

“I have some. However, my mother says no one wants to talk to me because I am the worst child ever. That I am nothing, just a worthless human being that she has to feed. She says…”

“Don’t believe her, Samantha,” Y/N jumped into her speech. “She’s wrong. You are so much more than that, Sam. You are not worthless, you hear me?”

“You are just saying it…”

“No, I’m not. It’s the truth. My mother used to say it to me, too. She used everything against me. She isolated me from the world. She made me feel like everyone hated me. It wasn’t true. Please, don’t believe those awful words she says. Don’t believe what she has put inside your head. You are so much more than that.” The tears spilt out of her eyes, down her cheeks. Her voice trembled. She didn’t hide the fact that she started to cry.

Y/N rested her forehead against her hands and sobbed. This was something she was aware could happen at some point. Some calls would be too close to home. However, now that it had happened, it was harder than she imagined. So much pain came back to the surface.

“This is 727-L-30. I’ve got the girl.”

She let out a deep exhale, relieved that they got to the girl before she could hurt herself.

“Dispatch, this is Captain of 118, we are on scene and have the girl in medical care.” This voice belonged to Bobby. Hearing his voice made her heart skip a beat. She almost forgot what she saw today.

One more deep breath. “Copy that,” she replied to him and typed down the information.

That was the end of the call. Y/N closed her eyes for a moment. She needed to process it all. For now, the girl was safe. Everything else was in the hands of the law and CPS.

A hand appeared on her shoulder. She gasped and turned to see Maddie standing above her. “Why don’t you take five?” Her voice was gentle. “Come on. Let’s get you some coffee.”

Both women walked into the kitchen, where Maddie closed the doors, giving them privacy. Y/N poured them coffee, and they sat together behind a table. The silence was awkward.

“I heard what you said. Is it true?” Maddie asked.

Y/N’s eyes moved to her. Sighing, she nodded. “Every word. One call and I was a child again, experiencing it all over again. One would say I should be over it by now,” she scoffed. “It’s easier said than done.”

“We all have a fair share of trauma,” Maddie said. “And those who didn’t experience it have no idea what it’s like.” She took a deep breath. “My ex-husband beat me,” she admitted.

Y/N’s lower lip trembled. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, now,” Maddie’s lips curved up. She took a sip of the coffee. “If you’d like, we can talk about it. I can tell you my story if you are willing to share yours. It will stay just between us.”

Y/N nodded. “I’ve never told anyone,” she sniffled. “Fuck, I knew it would be hard. I didn’t expect it to hit me like this.”

The door to the kitchen opened. Sue, their supervisor, walked in. “Everything okay?” she asked. Her hand appeared on Y/N’s shoulder.

“Yeah, just a difficult call,” Y/N admitted. “Too close to home.”

“Do you want to go home?” Sue asked. “I can cover for you.”

Quickly, she shook her head. “No, I’m okay. I need a couple more minutes to clear my head. Then I’ll head back to my desk. I know what I signed up for. I needed to experience it. I’ll be okay now.”

. . .

Maddie kept her promise. She took Y/N for breakfast after their shift. The woman opened up about her own abuse by her now-dead husband. Good thing they took a seat away from prying eyes. They cried as they shared pieces of their lives that they tried to bury deep inside their souls.

Y/N’s story had a better ending than Maddie’s. Y/N’s father saved her from the abusive hands of her mother. Maddie had to kill her husband to be free.

What mattered was that they survived. The dark days, or years, were far behind them. Y/N was glad Maddie shared her story. Now, she felt like they had gotten closer. Friendships were something Y/N craved for. She had no one now. Her father died of cancer. Her evil mother was god-knows-where. The rest of the family lived far away. They weren’t close.

When Y/N got home, she didn’t go inside. Instead, she turned on her heel and got on the nearest bus to the 118 fire station. She needed to know more about the call. She had to know how it ended.

Twenty minutes later, she arrived at the building. Her palms were sweaty. The garage door was open. She noticed firefighters walking around, doing their business. One step at a time. She walked inside, searching for a familiar face.

“Y/N?” Buck came out of a firetruck. He closed the door behind him.

“Hi,” she greeted him.

He smiled at her. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Were you present for the call at the 6th Street Viaduct? A thirteen-year-old girl called 9-1-1.”

“Yeah, we were there,” Buck said. “Athena got there faster than we did. Were you the one who took the call?”

“Yes,” she said. “Her name was Samantha. Her mother abused her and isolated her from the world. She ran away from home… wanted to end her life.”

“Y/N?” Hen approached them, dressed in casual clothes, holding a duffel bag. “What a surprise! What are you doing here?”

“She came to ask about the girl, Samatha,” Buck explained. “Y/N took the call.”

“What’s going on here?”

The group turned to Bobby’s voice. He ambled his way to them, eyes locking on Y/N. “Hi. What are you doing here?” he asked.

Y/N’s eyes wandered around Bobby’s face. For a second, she forgot to breathe. Her mind went back to what she found in that damn box. The photograph she held in her fingers. The world was a small place. Anything was possible.

“Y/N?” Bobby said her name.

She took a deep breath and came back to reality. “I’m here about Samantha,” she told him. “I was wondering if you could tell me how it ended. I know Athena got to her, and you said you had her in medical care.”

“The girl had visible bruises, and she was in a bad mental state,” Hen said. “We took her to the nearest hospital, where she ended up in the hands of paediatricians and psychiatrists.”

“Athena called the CPS and gave them her statement,” Bobby added. “As far as I know, the child’s mother was taken into custody. They opened an investigation, and the woman won’t be able to see her daughter anytime soon.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “Good,” she said. “I’m glad she’s safe now. I had to hear from you. I couldn’t wait for a report.”

Han patted Y/N’s shoulder. “She didn’t jump because of you. Your words changed her mind, and Athena safely brought her to us.”

She kept nodding, processing the words. Bobby scanned her body language. He wasn’t blind. He could see that this call was personal. But he wasn’t the one to pry. At least not now.

“Thank you for telling me,” she smiled at them. “I’m sorry if I interrupted you.”

“No, it’s okay,” Buck said. “We are all just about to head home. Would you like a lift? I can drive you home if that’s where you are heading.”

Y/N yawned, starting a chain reaction. They all laughed. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“I offered,” he winked at her.

Hen playfully rolled her eyes and said her goodbyes. Bobby did the same, leaving the two alone. Y/N couldn’t help but watch Bobby leave. She was sure it was him. She was sure that the man in the photograph was Robert Nash. How was this possible? Were they classmates from school? Were they friends? Did they happen to live in the same city? Or maybe she was just crazy, and the man happened to have facial features similar to Bobby.

Yes, that was it. There’s no way her demonic mother and Captain Nash were friends.

For now, she had decided to swipe it under an imaginary rug.

Y/N followed Buck out of the fire station into his Jeep. As promised, he drove her back to her apartment.

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Chapter 1: I Need You Now But I Don't Know You Yet

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!Reader, Reader POV

Summary: With a birthday printed on your wrist that happened over a hundred years ago, you always thought that you were cursed to never meet your soulmate. But when you finally meet the man that's supposed to be the other half of your soul, you wonder if the stars were wrong, and wonder how this man was meant for you. Reader is Hughie's sister, is not a supe, and is a Literature Professor that gets dragged into the middle of things. This fic takes place in an AU set loosely after Season 3 and does deviate from the plot of The Boys

Tropes: Soulmate AU, Little bit of Grumpy and Sunshine, Age Difference (Reader is in her 20s), Protective Ben/ Soldier Boy, Jealous Ben/Soldier Boy

Warnings: Self deprecating thoughts, Little bit sad, Cursing, Mentions of drinking, Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Death, Loneliness, Longing, Basically the reader just wants to be loved, Reader wears glasses?, Soldier Boy might be a little OOC.

Word Count: 6.3K

Song Inspiration For Chapter: IDK You Yet (Title of chapter based on song) Y'all should listen to this song because it fits so well!

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal Monologue Is in First Person And Is In Italics

A/N: Guys you have no idea how excited I am about this story! It's already shaking up to have a TON of my usual angst, but I'm not surprised.😅 I'm also a little disappointed. I read a soulmate AU fic forever ago for Joel Miller where the birthday was printed on the reader's arm and I cannot for the life of me remember what it was called or find it. If y'all know what it is, please let me know. I'd love to read it again and give the writer a little bit of credit for inspiration. ❤️

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January 24, 1919

The date on your right wrist haunted you, the bold black numbers mocking from the moment you learned what they meant. It had to be a celestial mistake, a misprint, something wrong in the stars that shone so brightly over others, but dulled above your head.

Sometimes you thought you were cursed, that some mystical being before your birth marked you, scarred you, and made you carry the weight of the whole world on your shoulders.

That whoever it was made you different on purpose and you hoped one day you understood what that purpose was.

You'd never met someone born with the same dilemma, to be saddled with a soulmate that was born over 100 years ago, and yet here you were.

You'd heard it all growing up, the hushed whispered "freak" from your schoolmates, the odd looks from your neighbors, the pitying frowns of your parents who had known each other since pre-k, and the hug from your older brother as he whispered the familiar phrase “it‘ll be okay" to soothe you.

But you always wondered…

When would it be okay?

You watched all your friends find their happy endings with their soulmates, the birth years printed on their wrists at least within the same few decades, but not you.

You were alone, different, cursed.

The date printed on your wrist made you different, because no one else had a soulmate that was born so far in the past.

Your soulmate's birthday brushed on your skin only brought a wave of disappointment every time you saw it, because what the hell did it mean? 1919? That meant that your soulmate would be over 100 years old when you met him, whoever it was.

If you even met him.

No one lives that long. My soulmate should be long dead. He can't still be alive. Can he?

Each year that passed was like another nail in the coffin, but you celebrated the birthday of your supposed soulmate with a cupcake and a beer, locked away in your apartment to shut out the jeers of those who knew your particular dilemma. And each year when you blew out the candle you wished that it would be the year you met him, but now you weren't sure it would ever happen.

Because it was impossible.

You didn't understand why you were different, why you were chosen to have a soulmate that was long dead. Maybe it was true, maybe you were born late, born under the wrong sign, or maybe you really were cursed.

You'd heard the stories of people who never found their soulmates, urban legends really, but it didn't make you feel any better. The stories of people who wasted away to nothing, driven to the point of insanity because they never found the other half of their soul, alone for as long as they could stand it before they finally crumbled to dust.

You refused to be like them, turning to books for solace and hoping to escape. Slipping into the pages and into other worlds where people found their other half to leave the loneliness that haunted you behind.

And in that solace your found your true love, literature. It wove around you and brought you peace in a world where you felt lost and different.

When you moved away from the small town you grew up in, you got a job as a Literature professor, reading the great works of others, while trying to forget about the date on your wrist and the soulmate you longed for each day.

It was incredibly lonely to think that you'd live your whole life with only one half of your soul.

Every time you opened a book from the era your soulmate was supposed to be born in you wondered if he had read it, wondered what it was like to live in that time, and imagined what it would have been like to be there with him.

Each day you covered up the date on your wrist with a splash of foundation and playfully laughed it off whenever someone asked you if you'd found your soulmate yet. All the while spending year after year fading just a little bit more as you lost the last pieces of hope that you'd ever meet him.

One Year Ago

You were running late. Frankly you were always running late, but in the city that never sleeps it was to be expected.

It was supposed to be a big day. You had about a hundred papers to grade, a test to proctor, and three lectures to give, but you couldn't complain about your job, you loved it. Loved the groans of your students whenever you announced a test or an essay, loved the soft evenings where you read papers with a cup of tea and learned what in the assigned text was special to your students, and loved to teach from the books that had become home to you, the books that tried to heal your wounded heart.

But today something was different.

Something nagged at the back of your mind, as if you had forgotten that something else was supposed to happen today.

Haircut? No that's not it.

You think as you walk to the large wooden desk in your living room/bedroom. It was technically a dining room table, breakfast table, and your desk, but you'd loved it since the moment you found it tucked into a corner of an antique store in Brooklyn.

Your small studio apartment was quaint, the bedroom and living room divided by a large mid-century wooden screen that you had bought for twenty bucks at a thrift store the weekend you moved into your apartment five years ago. The living room only housed a plump cream colored couch that faced out the window towards the living room window that gave you a spectacular view of the alley between your apartment building and the next. Sometimes you got to watch the couple in the apartment across from you having a terrific fight and then got a front row seat to the loud make-up sex they had almost immediately after.

Large stacks of books dominated every wall stretching up as high up to the ceiling as they could reach, some were pressed against the exposed brick walls, others serving as the base for the coffee table you’d made with a vintage window, and of course there was one stack that towered high above your bed on top of your bedside table. You didn't own a tv, not when you spent most of your time reading.

Being a English professor meant that you could never have too many books not when they were like old friends that pulled you in whenever you opened their yellowing pages.

Meeting with the head of the English department? You bite the inside of your cheek as you shove your notebook, planner, pencil case, and laptop into your leather messenger bag. No, that's on Thursday.

You'd been working on a research paper that you hoped to publish about the Modern Period of Literature in America, but the head of the English Department wanted to see how much you'd done. In all honesty the only reason why you'd started studying the Modern Period of literature was because it was supposedly the time period in which your soulmate grew up and you thought that it would give you some insight into what his life was like.

And despite your being an expert on that time period, the head of the English Department did not share your enthusiasm for it. The only thing the head of the English Department had any enthusiasm for was his self-published book of erotic poetry and staring at your legs for too long while making subtle attempts for you to sleep with him even though he was married.

You fight the wave of revulsion with the memory of the last time you had a meeting with him and give yourself a once over in the mirror hanging on the bathroom door that faces in to your living room. You looked the way that you always did, maybe a little more frantic than usual, but that was expected given the fact that you were running late.

Today you had decided to wear your favorite dark green chunky sweater that you'd knitted yourself, a dark gray argyle midi-skirt, chestnut brown ankle high-heeled leather boots, and your traditional pair of circular black-rimmed glasses.

It's going to be a good day. You smile at your reflection. Yeah, if I could remember whatever the hell it is I've forgotten.

You roll your eyes and grab a bagel from the bag on the counter.

No time to toast it.

You think mournfully before shoving it between your teeth as you run out the door, slamming it behind you so hard that it rattles the watercolor botanical framed prints on the inside wall of the apartment.

"Late again?" Your neighbor, Mrs. Charleson, asks opening the cheerful yellow door of her apartment.

She was wearing her traditional pink cat eye glasses and had her wavy gray hair pushed back by a floral headband. When you'd moved in five years ago, she had brought over some cinnamon swirl muffins and a pot of blueberry tea. She'd just lost her own soulmate and husband of sixty-five years and was looking for a friend about as much as you were.

And although she had about eighty cats, all of which who were named after literary figures (your own cat was named Heathcliff), and often smelled like mothballs, you enjoyed spending time with her. She knew about your dilemma and didn't judge you for it. She didn't throw you a pitying look or make outrageous comments about why you'd been chosen to never meet your soulmate. If anything she acted like the way you thought your mother always should but never did. Not with judgement as your mother did, but with concern and love.

"Always." You shout back, muffled around the sesame seed bagel, stamping your foot to get your boot in the right position.

"Tea later?"

"Mhmm."

"Get some earl gray macaroons!"

You make it down the stairs successfully without falling, before throwing yourself against the door that leads into the black and white tiled lobby. Your high heeled boots clack loudly against the floor and you step out onto the crowded sidewalks of the early morning.

Fall was just beginning in the city, your favorite season. The leaves in Central Park were turning reddish brown and yellow and there was a wonderful chill that swept through the crowded streets.

You wove through the people, walking in the direction of NYU and looking down at the antique wristwatch perched on your left wrist to confirm what you already knew- that you were going to be late for your 8:00 am lecture on 20th Century American Romantics.

Shit.

The city is lively for a Monday morning. The chatter of people on phones, the buzz of traffic, the high pitched screech of horns, and the smells of the city wafted over you. It was so different from the small town you grew up in, but you loved being here. Here no one knew you, no one judged you, no one muttered something under their breath about you, and no one grabbed their children and crossed the street as if you were contagious.

You felt free.

You round the corner still looking down at your watch, weaving in and out of the foot traffic the best you can, when someone bumps into your shoulder. Whoever hit you was solid, broad, and much taller than you. The bagel drops from your mouth as you jostle from the bump, and you let out a low groan.

There goes my breakfast.

You look up prepared to curse out the offender when you stop. Whoever it was hadn't stopped moving, but you catch a flash of his bright green eyes as he passes, meeting yours for only a moment.

But that moment seems to last a lifetime.

He was tall with wild dark brown hair so long it touched his shoulders and a scraggly beard that fell over his chest almost to his collarbones. He looked dirty, almost worn, and was wearing a faded maroon track suit that had some writing on the sleeve in another language that you couldn't place. But his eyes were a brilliant green, so beautiful that they took your breath away.

As soon as his eyes meet yours, your skin hums, body lightening, warmth unfurling like the petals of a flower in the center of your chest curling outward reaching for the sun above. All sounds of the city vanish, leaving you only with the manic thud of your heart. Everything in your body turns towards the man, cells vibrating, reaching out, wanting more, begging you to grab him and hold him close. Electricity pulses and dances along your skin making your hair stand on end and goosebumps erupt along your flesh.

The birthday inscribed by the stars on your wrist sears against your skin like a brand beneath the foundation you smeared over it this morning. You look at him as if seeing for the first time, as if the past years of your life have been colorless, as if you'd been living in a cave for centuries and he's your first glimpse of sunlight, and as if you'd never seen the stars and he's the midnight sky.

You'd never felt any of this before.

The man's eyes widen as he looks at you, people passing between the two of you in a faceless blur, and you wonder if he feels it too.

He has to…

But the man shakes his head and turns his back on you continuing on his path down the sidewalk in the opposite direction, adjusting the strap of the bag on his shoulder as he goes.

"Wait-" You start to say, but your phone rings loudly in your pocket breaking the spell, and as you look down to retrieve it, you lose the man in the crowd.

What the hell just happened?

The rest of your day is chaotic, almost a blur, your body still humming from seeing that man on the street, wrist aching where the birthdate on your wrist burned against your flesh so hot that it seared through the foundation you brushed meticulously over the skin this morning to cover it up. It was no longer black, but flashed a brilliant gold with every shift of your wrist in the light as you moved your arm when teaching, peeking out beneath the sleeve of your sweater. Every flash distracted you from your lecture. Even your TA, Tate, who sat in the front row of your class began to notice how often you lost your train of thought.

You barely got through your 8:00 am lecture, stumbled through you 9:00 and 10:15, and canceled your 2:00 class much to the chagrin of your students who were expecting a test.

When Tate finally asked you if you're feeling alright, you wave a hand and tell him to take the rest of the day off, while you barricaded yourself in your office and stared at your wrist for hours, running your hands over the golden date confused. The birthdays always shone gold after two people found one another, and when your soulmate died, it went back to black, as if a reminder that the world had faded.

It was weird to see it shine so brightly when you'd lived your whole life staring at the mark and wishing for it to go away.

But he's not here, he's gone. I don't know where he went or how to find him…

Your friends back home described finding their soulmates before, tried to explain to you what it was like when they locked eyes with them for the first time, but everyone was different. No one could describe exactly how they felt when it happened.

Deep down you thought that it should feel like what happened when you locked eyes with the man on the street, like nothing else existed, just him and you but-

He acted like it was nothing like I was just another person and not the other half of his soul.

You swallow the lump in your throat, emotion from a lifetime of disappointment building, and finally the tears begin to crest and fall over your cheeks. You'd never heard of a one sided soulmate before, of only one person feeling drawn to the other one.

Then again, I've never heard of someone printed with the date of a soulmate who was born so far in the past.

Seeing him for the first time was like taking a bullet to the chest, the sharp spike, followed by the force of gravity jolting you into reality.

But why him?

You think again about how weathered he looked, like he'd been living under a rock for the past hundred years. And then you see the flash of his brilliant green eyes again in your mind, just for a fleeting moment, but it's enough to make the warmth trail along your skin, like the soft caress of a lover.

Was he really born in 1919? Or was this just another joke? Another way for the universe to laugh at me?

Frustrated tears blur your eyes as you stroke the birthdate on your wrist, heart breaking all over again, because it seemed that even if you had found the man the universe designated for you, he didn't care.

One Year Later: Present Day

You sigh loudly and hold up another dress in front of your body looking at yourself in the mirror. You had no idea what you were going to wear to Annie and your brother Hughie's housewarming party and you only had about another thirty minutes before you had to leave.

Your brother had been living in New York longer than you had, but he still made time for you. The two of you got lunch every week and it was your fault that he met Annie.

Meeting her yourself had been a complete fluke. You'd been sitting at your favorite bench in Central Park by the pond, reading your favorite book, allowing the gentle prose of the author to whisk you away for a few minutes, when someone sat down beside you and promptly began to cry.

And when you asked her what was wrong she'd told you everything about her problems at work and although you'd never been the best at comforting other people, you'd taken her to the closest coffee shop and the two of you had bonded over Chai Tea lattes.

You'd invited her over to watch a movie with your brother one Saturday night and then had a front row seat when the two of them realized that they were meant to be together. You'd tried to be happy for them, but the whole time Annie gushed about Hughie and Hughie stared at her like she was the last glimpse of the sun before it dropped below the horizon all you could think about was that it would never happen to you.

And now one year later, the two of them were finally moving in together in a fancy apartment uptown and you didn't want to imagine what the rent was. Your own studio was enough for you and you were lucky enough to have one that was rent controlled.

But you figured due to Annie being one of the Seven, she was probably making more than your measly teaching salary could ever amount to.

Learning that she was Starlight had been surprising, you weren't a supe, not even close and you didn't want to be. You had your hands full with teaching college kids, and didn't want to think about what it would be like to have superpowers or really what you would do with them. You certainly didn't need them to be a teacher and you didn't want to have them.

Plus, you always worried that you'd get some weird power like shooting webs out of your butt or making it rain blood. You didn't want to take that chance and shooting up Compound V felt like Russian Roulette.

You also worried about your brother working so closely with supes. The two of you hadn’t met any growing up and you worried that he was putting himself in danger every day when he went out to deal with them. But you were happy that Annie went with him, because you knew that she wouldn't let anything happen to him, she loved him too much.

As you hold up a black dress in the mirror you see a flash of the golden birthdate on your arm, and you're unable to fight the emotion that builds in your chest when you do.

It had been a year since it happened, since you locked eyes with a complete stranger on the street and felt your soul intertwine with his and he turned his back on you.

You'd understood that.

Understood that for some reason he decided to turn away like you meant nothing to him, like you weren't the other piece of his soul, and like a part of him didn't call out to you, a lighthouse over a stormy sea to a sinking ship.

It had broken you more than the first time you realized what the date on your arm meant. It always seemed ridiculous that something that brought happiness to millions of others made you feel broken, like there was something wrong with you.

And in that moment on the street something felt right for a few seconds, you felt whole for the first time in your life, only to have everything dashed against the rocks all over again.

But you hadn't forgotten him, couldn't forget him. His green eyes haunted you and each night you dreamed of him.

You saw pieces of his life, his memories, felt his pain, his anger, his frustration, and deep down his fear whenever you fell asleep. You'd never heard of that before, of a soulmate dreaming the memories of another.

You'd asked your neighbor, Mrs. Charleson if she had dreams of her soulmate's memories, she'd said no, but then she said that she'd heard about it, thought that it was only a myth, but it meant that the souls were fated to spend more than one lifetime together.

As if you knew what that meant.

It had broken your heart even more when she said that, because if that were true why did he turn away?

How could he turn away? Why did he leave me standing in the street and acted like I wasn't his other half?

It made you think that maybe he wasn't impressed with you and that he was disappointed that you of all people were his soulmate.

You'd had a mental breakdown at Mrs. Charleson's apartment when you went home early the day you met your soulmate or whatever the hell he was.

She'd made blueberry tea and rubbed you back. And when the tea hadn't worked she had cracked a bottle of red wine and ordered greasy takeout food that the two of you ate on her floral couch while her cats circled like sharks looking for a piece of your chicken and broccoli.

You would have called Annie, but she and Hughie were out of town on a long weekend getaway.

And when you went back to your apartment and crashed into your bed, you'd dreamt of him for the first time.

The memories you'd seen when you closed your eyes that night were not happy at all. You'd seen the early years of his life being berated by his father, years of him drinking and fucking his sorrows away, and then the worst, him being tortured in what looked like a lab. He was a supe, that much you could gather from the memories. But they were filled with pain, suffering, frustration- you'd never met someone who'd been through so much before. Endured so much torture.

You still didn't know his name, didn't see enough of his life to figure out who he was, only that he was different than you in almost every single way. The memories were terrible, filled with blood, death, and pain. It scared you to see your soulmate that way, see him so angry and see him hurt and kill people. You couldn't imagine the kind of man he was, the kind of man who could burn someone beyond recognition and feel absolutely nothing.

It was confusing. You didn't understand how someone who was supposed to be the other half of your soul, was the complete opposite of you. Someone that was filled with so much rage and pain was the man the stars declared was for you.

It doesn't matter anyway. He saw you and didn't want you.

You ignore the lump of emotion in the back of your throat and hold up a navy blue dress, but you hang it back in your closet with a sigh. Nothing seemed to be appropriate for you to wear to the party and you hadn’t been shopping for a new outfit in ages. Not to mention you knew that no matter what you wore Annie would look flawless.

You loved your brother's soulmate, but sometimes you were intimidated by how pretty she was and how together she was. It made you a little self-conscious about the long skirts, sweaters, and blazers you wore when you were at work and you were not together at all.

You seemed to always be running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, frantically running from place to place and trying not to lose the last bit of sanity you had left. While Annie was confident, poised, and glided into each room.

Finally, you reach for a pair of your favorite blue jeans and the same green chunky knit sweater you were wearing the day that you saw him for the first time. The sleeves were long enough to cover the mark on the wrist. You hadn't told your brother or Annie about that day and you didn't want them to see the golden date on your wrist and ask you where your soulmate was.

Guess I'm going a little more casual today.

On your way out you give your cat, Heathcliff, an affectionate scratch behind the ears and grab your purse. You were running a little early this time, early enough to pick up a Snake Plant around the corner at your favorite plant shop, 'Please Don't Die,' as a housewarming gift and then stopped at the liquor store next door to grab a bottle of Annie's favorite wine.

You figured that you'd end up staying late and drinking wine with her long after the party was over.

Hughie opens the door of the apartment when you knock. "Thank God you're here! Annie is freaking out and driving me up the wall-"

"No I'm not! I'm just expressing all the things that have to be done within the next five minutes or I really am going to go crazy!" You hear his soulmate shout back when Hughie lets you in.

The apartment is fancier than yours, all white walls and glass windows that display a view you would kill for. Your brother is wearing a nice light blue button down shirt and navy tie, and his hair is it's usual fluffed and curly self. He looks happy and it warms a piece of your heart because you knew how much that he deserved it. And that's all you wanted for your older brother.

Annie appears, wearing a white dress that wraps over one shoulder and falls to her ankles, effortlessly elegant as usual. It made you feel self-conscious that you'd worn jeans, when Annie was wearing something that made her look like a Greek goddess.

"I am so underdressed." You mutter to yourself

"No! You look great babe. I love those jeans on you." She smiles pulling you in for a hug.

"Well-"

"But please let me do something with your hair." Annie touches the messy bun at the back of your head making a face.

"What's wrong with my hair?"

"Nothing, I'm just going to spruce it up a little bit for you."

"But-"

Annie pulls the bottle of wine and the plant from your arms and shoves them at Hughie. "We'll be right back." And with that she drags you to their shared bedroom.

20 minutes later your hair has been perfectly curled and styled by Annie's skillful hands. She'd even adjusted your make up so that now you're wearing a bold red lipstick and a dark eyeshadow that matches your ensemble. And even you have to admit that you look better than you did moments ago. You usually didn't wear that much makeup, sometimes it made you feel like you weren't you, but what Annie had applied seemed stylish.

"Thanks Annie."

"Of course." She smiles brightly and leads you back out into the large kitchen filled with stainless steel appliances and real marble countertops. "How have you been? Did you finish that paper you were writing?"

By now several people have already begun to gather at different parts of the apartment, talking quietly with one another, while sipping drinks and eating finger food. The sound of their chatter is masked by the Billy Joel song playing from the speaker in the corner.

"Yeah. I submitted it, now I'm just waiting for the department head to read it." You frown at the thought.

"You don't think he'll like it?" She moves to the freezer to grab a bag of ice.

"Dale doesn't like the modern period of literature as much as I do so I'm expecting him to have a lot of critiques and reasons why he doesn't like it." You take the bag from her and set it on the counter.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. I'm used to it. He's never ecstatic about my research work." The thought makes you frown. "Even though he knows it's my specialty and the reason why he hired me."

"Isn’t he the creepy married guy that keeps trying to take you to dinner and wrote all those sensual poems about women who sound nothing like his wife?"

"Yep."

"Ew." Annie's face scrunches up in disgust.

"My thoughts exactly." You sigh looking around the kitchen for an ice bucket. "Do y'all have an ice bucket somewhere or-"

"It should be in that cabinet." She points behind you just as you hear someone knock loudly on the front door.

"Perfect."

The ice bucket is acrylic, see-through, and light pink, but you find it easily. The ice clanks against the sides as you pour, not bothering to watch Hughie open the door for whoever it was that hit the front door of the apartment with so much force you thought it would cave in.

Annie leans against the counter pouring herself a glass of wine and groans to herself when she sees who Hughie was greeting.

"What's wrong?" You ask her, your tongue between your teeth as you try not to spill any of the ice over the perfect countertops.

"I didn't think he would come." She grumbles.

"Who?"

"Ben." Annie all but sighs the name.

"And why didn't you want him to come?" You ask, pouring more ice into the bucket.

"He's just kind of rough-"

"Rough?"

"He works with Hughie. He's a supe. Thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread or whatever.” She sighs again and takes a sip of her white wine to calm down. "Actually he used to be Soldier Boy."

"Soldier Boy? You mean the supe from the 80's that died?"

Hughie didn't tell me he had a dead man working with him.

"It's a long story." Annie waves her hand as if to dissipate the thought, but it doesn’t make you any less curious. "Now he works at the bureau with Hughie trying to keep supes in check. Usually he and Butcher bump heads."

"Oh."

Hughie didn't talk much about what he did with Butcher, or really who he met, but after Homelander disappeared and Stormfront took over as leader as the Seven more supes began to come out of the woodwork, supes that had been afraid before, but now had no one to keep them in check. And although The Seven were feared in the city, no one was feared as much as Homelander.

"I'm sure that he won't try anything Annie. And if he does I'll keep him in check." You smile at your friend.

It's her housewarming party and supe or no if he's a prick I'm going to kick his ass out. Annie doesn't deserve to feel stressed today of all days.

"Thanks babe."

"What are friends for?"

She squeezes your arm and walks away to talk with MM who stands with a little girl who must be his daughter. You'd only spoken to him a handful of times, but he was always eager to talk about her achievements in school. He was so proud of her that it made your heart warm. Her mother wasn't his soulmate, but there hadn't been any hard feelings between MM and his daughter's mother.

That wasn't unusual. You'd known several people who decided to date other people before meeting their soulmate as a way of passing the time. You'd always thought it was ridiculous to commit yourself to someone else and fall in love with them, only to have your heart broken when they met who they were meant to be with.

It was why you hadn't tried to date anyone, because you might have never met your soulmate, but the other person you'd be in a relationship with would. And you didn’t want to give your heart to someone only to have them leave you when they met their other half. Which meant that you were probably going to die alone, especially because your soulmate doesn't want you. It hadn't helped that you'd seen a few memories from your own soulmate with other women over the years, women that didn't look anything like you, women that seemed more confident, more beautiful, and more stylish than you.

Maybe that's why he didn't want me.

Your feel the familiar twinge in your chest when you thought that and fought the tears that burned when you thought of how happy Annie and Hughie were. You didn't want to cry at their party.

The familiar question rises in your head again:

When will it be okay?

Probably never.

You turn toward the freezer holding the now half-full bag of ice intent on putting it back when someone bumps into you. The bag slips from your hands and ice goes skittering across the perfect hardwood floors in every direction, but just when you start to drop to pick it up, you feel a large hand grip your shoulder.

A gasp escapes from your mouth as it makes contact.

As soon as the palm touches you, you feel nothing else, not the shift of the sweater against your skin, not the slight chill from the air conditioner, not the brush of your hair against your cheeks, all you feel is the warmth radiating through your clothes and soaking into your skin from the person's hand.

The hand moves to cup your chin gently, the shock of the person's skin touching yours makes the feeling increase ten-fold as the hand tilts your face up to meet the eyes of the person who bumped into you.

You know it's him before your eyes meet his, know that it's the man from the street who you saw for only a few seconds a year ago, but this time when his beautiful green eyes meet yours everything you felt that day comes roaring back.

He's taller than you remember, shoulders proud and broad stretching a dark gray button down shirt over his chest that have the sleeves rolled up revealing tanned arms. His hair is shorter, still dark brown, but now only long enough to cover the tops of his ears and his beard is shaved so that only a thick dusting covers his cheeks, but it's still him. And he's more handsome than any version you could come up with in your mind.

All sound in the room vanishes, the drone of chatter fades, the clinking of glasses disappears, the only sound that remains is your own heart thudding in your chest and you swear you can hear his beating at the same frequency, both of your hearts calling out to one another.

Your entire body feels like it's vibrating, as if every cell is moving so fast that they're heating you from the inside, leaving behind a molten puddle of what you used to be. A golden cord weaves around the two of you securing your heart to his in your mind, making you gasp as it hooks to his heart binding his soul to yours. Time stops as he gazes at you, something brightening in his green eyes as they absorb your own gaze.

The man doesn't move. It almost looks like he's stopped breathing, and you realize that you haven't taken a breath since he touched your shoulder. His eyes drop down to your right wrist where your hand rests over his heart, where he knows his birthday will be.

You don't remember reaching out to touch him, but now that you realize it, you can feel his heart beating beneath the palm of your hand like a fluttering bird, gentle and judging by the memories you had witnessed from him, nothing about this man was gentle.

"I've been looking everywhere for you sweetheart." The man rumbles, the words vibrating against your fingertips where they rest against his muscular chest. He smiles down at you and somewhere deep down you feel something break open that you thought was locked away long ago.

And as you stand there looking up at the man you thought you'd never see again, the autumn sun warm against your back, you feel a flicker of something that could grow into a blaze spark to life in your chest.

A/N: I hope y'all loved the first chapter as much as I loved writing it! I've never written a soulmate AU, so I am a little nervous about it, but I think that it's going to be a lot of fun! And yes, I did give Ben the same birthday as Dean Winchester (not the same year). In my head Ben is Dean from a different universe, and it just made sense to me. 😂

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prólogo you loved how much your boyfriend wanted you every minute, but you didn't know how badly needed I'd be at the end of Coachella. You should have kept the words of the person who was saying the fortune about his sexual drive in your mind, but you matched him. [MASTERLIST]

elenco shim jaeyun x f!reader

género smut with little plot

antes de leer switch!jake, switch!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cum eating, multiple orgasms, heavy oral (both), squrit, dirty talk, pet names (love, baby), slight degradation, temperature play (use of ice cubes), breeding, cockwarming at the end, mentions of future multiple rounds, riding, let me know if i missed something.

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There was one thing about Jake that he could not contain, and it was his tongue outside the bedroom or on the stage.

At this point, you needed a tracker on how many times his tongue was out in a flirty manner the whole first day of Coachella. Ever since you accidentally told him he looked hot when he did that unconsciously, he does some on purpose, even winking at you while he dances his heart out, and you just have to pretend you are immune to those actions.

Aside from that, you enjoyed the performance, all seven members showing everyone what they've got and what they are missing out on. You could see it in his eyes; he still didn’t believe he was stepping onto that stage that was once unreachable. Behind his professionalism, there was awe written all over his face.

As they were approaching their last song , the lights from the stage made the moment feel even more surreal. Jake caught your gaze once more, throwing you a soft wink, a mischievous glint sparking behind his sweaty fringe. You narrowed your eyes playfully at him, mouthing Stop it when you knew he could see you.

Once they were finished, you quickly moved to the backstage alongside some staff that were around, camouflaging quickly into it since they knew you and smoothly going to where all the boys were doing a group hug, the view warming your heart enough to take your phone out to record a video.

You zoomed in, heart swelling at the sight of them completely tired but grinning from ear to ear. Jake was the first to break from the huddle, running a hand through his hair before glancing around when his eyes landed on you. You caught the image of his face lighting up, his unique boyish happiness that you were used to.

Despite his body screaming exhaustion, he jogged over to you to look directly at the camera.

“We did it!” He half-yelled into the camera, his two arms up in his normal pose, and soon hugged you, the camera in the middle of both of you, and you were sure the screen was pitch black.

“You were amazing. I’m so proud of you, love,” you said, hoping your voice didn’t sound as wobbly as you felt. He separates enough for you to see him smile shyly but soon recovers just enough to kiss your lips, but only for a brief second, kind of like a stolen peck. It left your heart stuttering in your chest, which led to you giving him a shy smile.

“Wait for me, okay?” You gave him a soft ‘yes’ before he gave you a final squeeze before pulling away. You turned the camera back towards him and the rest of his members, his cameraman in front of him as he recorded their grateful faces for a successful day one of Coachella and speeches.

After what felt like ten minutes, he came to you, only to grab you by the waist and kiss you again, this time more deeply yet a little fast for both of you licking. He separated with a smile on his face, and you laughed.

“Oh my god, what’s gotten into you?” You grabbed his jean jacket as his excitement was shown in his sudden energy rush.

“I feel like I’m on top of the world. Let’s go celebrate, you and me. Right now,” he said, and you look around for a moment.

“I actually still can’t believe you paid for the yurt at the safari campgrounds behind my back.” Jake just raised his shoulders, belittling it, but with a mocking smile on his face.

“And I said I will pay for everything since you told me you were coming and you went to purchase it behind my back, so… we are even.” You rolled your eyes to fill the lack of argument you had prepared and saw the manager. Before you could even move, Jake was already in front of him talking to him, even seeing Jake doing a little begging to him, soon returning to you with a happy face.

“What did you do?”

“I got permission to go to your yurt, but he will pick me up later since we need to do a livestream." You were really thinking if his face didn’t hurt because of how his smile never left his face; Jake’s grin was practically criminal at this point. “So, we’ve got—what—a little more than 1 hour of freedom?”

“You got one hour? How?” you echoed, not even hiding your surprise, and he didn’t answer. Instead, his hand casually slid to the small of your back as he walked you away from the backstage. With a few people that were from his staff, you two carefully took another route to the yurt to prevent any fan on the low; once inside the yurt, you turned on the lights as well as the air conditioner.

Jake stepped in behind you, closing the door and minimizing the noise from the festival without looking, his eyes already fixed on you. You kicked your shoes off and jumped in surprise when you felt his arms wrapping around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck after turning you around. His breath felt warm against your skin, and it sent shivers through your spine.

“You being here made it ten times better.” His voice was muffled by his position, but you could understand it perfectly. He started swaying slightly with you in his arms; you found yourself running your fingers through the now slightly damp strands of hair, making it messier than before, and your other hand brushed down the line of his back.

“You’re still sweaty,” you teased.

“Want me to shower?” he asked, finally raising his head up to lock your eyes with his.

“You didn’t even bring new clothes and might not have time for that with your little countdown going on,” you said, though your breath caught when he kissed you, fierce and passionate.

His hands were firm on your ass, squeezing it through your denim shorts, and when you were on his jacket, he started to guide you back until the back of your knees met the edge of the bed, his hands no longer on your body but taking his jacket off. The kiss kept his rough pace, even adding tongue on it that made your head fuzzy; he lowered himself to grab the back of your thighs, legs wrapped on his hips.

He sat on the bed with you on top of him; Jake’s lips never left yours as he helped you shimmy out of your top, hands brushing along your skin with just enough roughness to make you shiver. His breath was hot against your cheek, ragged from both the performance and the rush between you now.

“Fuck, you are so pretty,” he murmured against your lips as he held you against him.

Your fingers fumbled with his zipper, not just from urgency, but from the way he looked at you — pupils blown wide, sweat still clinging to his skin from the stage, the edge of performance adrenaline still humming through every line of his body. He helped you, impatient now, both of you caught somewhere between laughter and need as you shed your clothes like they were on fire.

The backs of your thighs burned from his palms, spreading you wider against him as he lay back, bringing you with him, his mouth trailing over your chest, your collarbone, claiming every inch of you while he still had time. The fabric of his tank top clung to him, and you pushed it up over his head, revealing the lean muscle beneath, and threw it on the floor.

“I should be tired,” he groaned, letting his head fall back briefly against the bed, his eyes fluttering shut. “But you’re better than any encore.”

You leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth, letting your teeth graze his jaw. “You better make this a good one then; you earned it.”

Jake laughed, and as he flipped you both with sudden ease, pinning your wrists beside your head, the look in his eyes said he absolutely intended to. His lips went to yours again. “Have you drunk?”

“A little pregame.” You admitted he suddenly left your body on the bed to go to the mini fridge, grabbed one of the plastic cups that you bought, and added a few ice cubes to it, coming back soon to be on top of you. “What are you trying to do?”

“Take the last pieces of clothes off you,” the rush of energy he had before calmed down, one of his dainty fingers grabbing an ice cube and putting it right about your chest; you exhale sharply at the sensation.

Because of that, your body radiated; it started to melt easily, all traces of water over your body, and he licked it. The coldness of his fingers stopped at the hook of your bra, slowly sliding the bra off your shoulders to later remove it completely; he sighed at the view of your erect nipples.

The corners of his mouth curled as his hands kept doing a trail of melted ice. The ice went lower until it reached your nipple, leaving it there for a moment. "Shit, Jake."

Jake’s eyes flicked up to yours, a face of satisfaction lighting behind the strands of his fringe as he watched your chest rise sharply with the chill. “Too cold?” he asked, his tone teasing enough to make you moan.

You didn’t get a chance to answer before his mouth was on you — hot — deliciously contrasting with the ice that made your toes curl into the sheets. He swirled his tongue over where the cube had rested, chasing the water with slow motions, then gave a teasing suck that had you gasping his name.

“Thought I earned it, love,” he murmured, voice husky as he reached for another ice cube, already half-melted in his warm fingers. You barely had time to catch your breath before the same tingling chill kissed your other side, and then his mouth followed once again. You could see in his doe eyes that he was trying to take on every reaction he pulled from you.

Your back arched involuntarily, hands clenching into the sheets as he took his time, the lazy licks already making you more impatient.

You felt the scrape of his teeth, and your breath hitched, followed by a soothing lick that had your skin breaking out in goosebumps. Jake glanced up again at you, laughing a little at the state you were in.

He left a trail of kisses across your chest, down the center of your torso, tracing where melted ice had already disappeared, his hands hooked under the waistband of your shorts.

“These need to go,” he said, his fingers working quickly, tugging them down with your underwear in one motion, his mouth following close behind with hungry kisses pressed to every inch of newly exposed skin.

The last ice cube was on his hands as he threw the empty cup, starting from the valley of your breast to your belly button. "Baby, please," you begged, but soon the begging turned into a high-pitched moan when the ice was put on your clit.

Jake's eyes never left your face as he guided the melting cube by doing circles on it, the cold shocking against the heat of your cunt, making your entire body tense in the most delicious way.

“Baby, please, I-I can't… ” You gasped again, your voice trembling between need and desperation.

“You sound so pretty when you beg,” he whispered, soon throwing the half-melted cube aside and replacing it with the heat of his mouth. His grip tightened on your hips, grounding you as his mouth went directly to abuse your clit and his fingers went inside you, easily making their way to your G-spot.

"Fuck, Jake!" You cried out, your body was trembling, and his fingers were thrusting inside you as he slurped all your arousal like a starved man, working you like he knew your body better than his own — and he did. His tongue flicked and circled on your clit, and your thighs caught his head, and instead of separating your legs, he went faster.

The suffocating sensation was pure bliss to him, his fingers going up and down as he heard you gasping and screaming just for him, "Jake, God!"

His moans were thrown directly to your core, your left hand grabbing his hair and the other one clutching the sheets, toes curling, and every muscle in your body simply straining toward him. His fingers started a vertical motion, and you lost it, the coil in your stomach rapidly exploding; you wanted to take him out of your pussy, knowing the familiar sensation.

"Jake, I-I'm going to—" Your pathetic warning came out broken, barely making it past your lips.

But he dove deeper, his fingers curled and pressing exactly where you needed, tongue practically making out with your bundle of nevers until you finally snapped, a full-body quake ripping through you as your climax hit hard like you have never felt before. The space of your yurt echoed your crying as Jake held you through it, licking all your squirt, his hips grinding on the mattress.

"Fuck, baby," he said, finally letting you breathe, but with his fingers letting every ounce of your orgasm out. "You're so perfect when you let go like that. So creamy for me."

You weren't even paying attention; you were completely lost in your ongoing orgasm, the high buzzing through your limbs as your hands slipped from where they were grabbing, too spent to do anything but just lay into the mattress.

Jake finally rose, his face flushed and glistening with your first orgasm. He crawled back over you, forearms braced on either side of your body as he kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"Open your mouth for me, love." You did as he said, a drop of his saliva landing right on the tip of your tongue, sliding in before you swallowed it. With the energy that was back in your body, it was your turn to lay him down on the bed. You removed his pants with his help, your eyes distracted by the view of a wet patch in front of his boxers.

"Did you cum in your pants?" His face got even more red.

"Sorry, love. Couldn't help myself."

You blinked in surprise, a slow smirk forming as your hand ran teasingly down his abdomen, seeing him tense. "You came just from that?"

Jake covered his face with his hand, groaning in embarrassment, though the crooked smile tugging at his lips gave him away. "You have no idea what you look like when you fall apart because of me," he muttered from behind his fingers.

You gently pulled his hand away, pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek. "That might've been the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Jake looked up at you with a needy, almost dazed expression; his hand found your hips instinctively as you hovered above him, your fingers curling under the waistband of his soaked boxers. He helped you out by lifting his hips for you, and you tugged them down slowly, only to reveal his length — already hard again, as if the memory of your orgasm only turned him on again.

"Jesus, Jake," you whispered under your breath, wrapping one hand around him, giving a lazy stroke that made his hips jerk, especially when your thumb created invisible circles on his tip. "You're already this hard again for me?"

He bit his lip, a helpless moan escaping him. "We have more than an hour, right?"

You giggled lowly and leaned down, kissing just below his navel, tracing the fine trail of hair down to where your hand worked him slowly. His thighs twitched beneath you; you now kissed way lower, licking a stripe up his shaft before settling back to hover above him, your mouths almost touching, creating some desperation in him as he tried to reach your lips, but you pulled away.

Jake cupped the back of your head at the saw of your intentions. "Please ride me, love."

You made a thinking face before standing up, trying your best not to let your shaky legs betray you, opening your fridge to grab two of the smallest ice cubes you had, and going back to him. "Let me have fun first, love,"

Jake leaned back on his elbows, watching you climb back onto the bed, straddling him again slowly, and held up the ice between your fingers. He hissed when the cube touched his skin, soft sighs leaving his body as you trace lines across his stomach, watching the droplets trail down and catch on the curves of his abs.

"You're evil—fuck," he breathed, but soon broke into a moan as the ice reached his tip. He was so focused on the sensation that he didn’t see the second ice cube vanish between your lips.

When he looked back at you, your mouth was curved in a wicked little smile, lips tinged pink and glistening. “What are you—”

You didn’t give him time to finish; you simply leaned down and took as much as you could of his length. "Shit—"

Your movements were slow, teasing his sensitive, even more when your hand reached his balls to add to the pleasure.

"So good, baby… Keep going." His head fell back, breathing through the pleasure, feeling how you easily increased and decreased your pace, not wanting him to have his second orgasm.

You could feel how his length was getting bigger in your mouth, his hand now in your hair a clear sign of how he would cum again for you, and just like he did, you wanted him to cum in your mouth.

Your hand was cooperating with your mouth, a faster speed, and the grip on your hair tightened in desperation. "Baby, I'm so—" You met his eyes, his already looking at you, and you knew that was enough to send him to the edge, his release hitting the back of your throat.

You milked him until he had to physically take you out; he watched how you swallowed everything with his eyes hooded in pleasure, how you once again straddled him and hissed at your touch in his sensitive length, guiding him to your pulsing entrance.

The second you sank down onto him, both of you moaned in unison, the adrenaline still pulsing in his veins, the reason why he grabbed your hips and helped you out, grounding both of you.

"Fuck—" just like him, you were sensitive, but the need to have him inside was bigger.

You rolled your hips, getting used to the stretch and length that, no matter how much you had sex with him, your eyes closed as you felt his hands sliding up your sides, thumbs grazing the curve of your breasts. He met your rhythm, a delicious friction building again, his name falling from his lips like a prayer.

He sat up, pressing his chest to yours, arms caging you close as he moved with you — hips snapping up to meet yours faster, his mouth found your shoulder and your neck, biting softly when you clenched around him.

"You feel like heaven, baby," he said, moaning as your nails scratched his back, feeling how intensely your orgasm was creating.

"Don't stop, Jake. Please," you said against his ear, and thankfully, he didn't. His hand gripped the back of your neck as he thrust up into you even harder, pulling more than one gasp from your throat and tears from your eyes due to the pleasure.

The coil inside you twisted tighter again; Jake felt it in the way your body trembled.

"Such a good girl," he stated, and you looked at him, vision blurry due to the intensity of the moment. "Should I let you cum?"

Your lips were parted, barely able to catch your breath. "Please. I need it—I need you."

He delivered a couple of spanks on your ass, high-pitched moans every time he did that, one of his thumbs going straight to your clit to rub again. "Feel that? How deep I am inside you? We are the only ones who get this."

You cried out, climax finally reaching you in a brutal way, your walls tightening around him until his groan rumbled in your ear.

"Cum for me again, love. Let me feel it." You collapse against him as you do it, whimpering his name over and over, the overstimulation almost unreal. Jake held you through it; his own release made his hips stutter as he buried himself one last time.

Your bodies clung together, his cum inside you still, making you feel full of him.

Jake pressed kisses to your temple, brushing away damp strands of his hair from your cheek. "I could miss ten livestreams for you. I'm not joking."

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You laughed a little, looking at how his eyes were on the walls of the yurt and smiled at you, "I still have time."

─── GUESS WHO IS LEARNING MORE WORDS I've finally been using my dear dictionary more to find synonyms, although it's clear that I'm not risking so much, I'll do it and with better words muk muk

THIS ONE IS DEDICATED TO MY FREAKUENCY TWIN @awqken ☝️💗

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galedekarios · 1 year ago

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one thing that really tugs at my heartstrings while going through the epilogue files a bit more is how desperately gale wants to stay in touch with the protag (unromanced) and the friends he's made on their journey together.

not only has he talked to his students about the protag and their adventures at length, he invites the protag to be a guest lecturer:

Player: I found the love of my life. I'd say I'm pretty happy. Gale: And I couldn't be happier for you. A fitting reward for the sacrifices you made in getting here. Gale: I've told my students plenty of tales about our escapades. You're something of a hero to them, you know. Gale: I'd be delighted to introduce you to my current cohort - as a guest lecturer, perhaps? I'm sure they'd have plenty of questions for you.

he is also happy to invite the protag to his tower for the duration of their stay:

Player: It would be my pleasure. Gale: Excellent. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist the allure of sharing your expertise. Gale: Of course you'll be most welcome to stay with me in my tower. Tara the Tressym: Ahem. Gale: My apologies, Tara. That would be our tower.

and even if they should refuse his invitation to be a guest lecturer, he hopes they'll at least consider coming to visit him in his tower in waterdeep:

Player: I'll respectfully decline. Sounds too much like hard work to me. Gale: I totally understand. Perhaps our exploits might be a little on the mature side for my students, come to think of it... Gale: Still, at the very least you must come visit me. I've a pantry full of Waterdhavian delicacies and a delightful bottle of Elverquisst with your name on them... devnote: Attempting to persuade the player to visit him, really wants them to come [if the player is illithid] Player: My diet is more... cerebral these days, Gale. You'll need to rethink your menu. Gale: Say no more. There's a wizard in Blackstaff's anatomical department who owes me a favour, no questions asked. All diets will be catered for. I can hardly wait. [if the player rejected to become an illithid] Player: Good food and good company? Now that I can manage. Gale: Excellent, excellent, excellent. I can hardly wait. devnote: Relieved you've accepted his offer

[end of convo for both] Gale: It will give us plenty of time to catch up on your adventures. Gale: I'm very curious to know what you've been up to these past months, but I suspect the telling of that tale would keep you tied to me all evening. Gale: So, in the spirit of selflessness I encourage you to mix and mingle for now. We've time enough to come. devnote: Looking forward to staying in touch with the player

he's crushed if the protag refuses:

Player: Sorry, Gale. I don't think that's going to happen. Gale: Oh. Well, no matter. Dinner alone can be every bit as enjoyable as with company. devnote: Deflated, trying not to show it Tara the Tressym: Alone? And what am I - a stuffed toy? Gale: Please - enjoy the rest of your evening. devnote: Deflated, trying not to show it

this all ties into another little moment after this first conversation.

if the protag has talked with gale already and has hugged him, there's a second, shorter conversation, in which gale gets choked up as he reminisces over how the party is together once more:

Gale: I can't believe this is real. I never thought we'd gather like this again. devnote: Taking in the moment, appreciating it Gale: It's quite... ahem, yes really quite lovely. devnote: Getting a bit choked up, trying to hide it/breeze past it

tl;dr: gale loves his friends so very, very much and hopes they'll allow him to be able to stay in contact with them.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #ch: gale dekarios #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #meta: mybg3

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artdisease · 3 months ago

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nerdjo (nerd gojo) hcs

reposting stuff from twt + google docs, i'm still here w/ this nerdy lovable fella

nerdjo studies in either physics, something science related along w/ combining math as his major (or maybe both physics and math, pretty much as a quantitative analyst in a way)

he'd be the one w/ both the brains and the looks (he may not know this), he'd be smug over what he knows and the more knowledge he has despite being a huge flustered mess over his crush (aka you, y/n.)

his room would be filled w/ his digimon collection, figurines, posters plastered up on the walls that contain his interests, whatever he's studying in, motivation type stuff, pretty much anything to make it cool and cozy for him.

nerdjo helps you out w/ studying that he becomes your tutor on the subject you desperately need help in (+ failing at the same time)

nerdjo would also be the type to give you a mini test on your knowledge, juuuuust to make sure you were paying attention to what he was saying (mind you, he knows a lot more about) so it'd be his own version of trivia night but it's the subject at hand, if you get it correct, he rewards you w/ something of his choosing. if you get it wrong, he'd get all cocky while poking fun at you in the most playful way imaginable.

he'd get flustered when he gets the chance to see you (almost all the time for the study sessions) that his glasses practically almost fall off however does manage to put them back on in the right place

!! especially when you try pretty much anything and i mean ANYTHING to get him to react like this such as giving him sweet kisses, wrapping your arms around him while he's trying to explain how to solve the problem at hand, cupping his face gently, etc., he tries to contain himself during these sessions to the point of becoming nervous/embarrassed from it that you find it adorable that you'd want to do that more often.

also on the topic of him trying to remain calm in front of you, he'd do the same thing over the possibility of doing something way more intimate w/ you than just holding hands, hugging, kissing, that sort of stuff. he'd also jolt from the touch of your fingers on his neck to the point of his whole body shivering.

he'd focus so much on what's he’s reading about, studying or rather what's in front of him while he's sitting (especially w/ having his legs crossed over or stretching out), having the pencil tucked between his ear or placing it in his mouth, even readjusting his glasses from time to time as well, however forgets and almost lets them fall off before picking them up.

nerdjo also gets eyebags due to the amount of studying, assignments, homework and projects and lack of sleep he has to the point that he ends up falling asleep at his desk w/ the book replacing a pillow instead.

he definitely has a sleeper build, he reveals it to you after walking through the rain w/ him to where you'd end up in his room filled w/ merchandise of his interests, it'd feel like you witnessed a sculpture come to life.

MORE NERDJO STUFF HOORAY!!

nerdjo as your boyfriend would be super sweet + caring towards you, still helping you w/ assignments and study for exams. he'd take you on dates to the aquarium, the arcade, any sweets shop for that matter, just to make the two of you happy and to have some relief from all the schoolwork.

(i'll include this last one unless if i edit it out but i'd like to introduce you to dark academia!gojo from june of 2024)

dark!academia gojo would have an entire library that have shelves filled w/ so much classic literature along w/ poetry and writing, for instance, if you asked him if he had this or that, he'd immediately have it while casually holding it in his hands while you're describing it to him like he knows, he sees and reads all...

#angela's writing hcs #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo headcanons #nerdjo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk drabbles

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avatar-anna · 9 months ago

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this is very unedited, and i'm like half asleep as i write this, but a Horan!sister reader has been in the back of my mind recently (mostly bc i miss one direction and maybe bc i saw niall live a couple weeks ago) anyway, enjoy!

"We...We, um, we kissed."

"Yeah. We did."

"But we're—we're friends."

"I know."

"Are you freaking out? I feel like you're not freaking out enough," you said as you paced the length of your hotel room.

Harry, who sat on his bed, the one mere feet from yours, shrugged. "I don't see a need to, honestly."

You couldn't believe how nonchalant he was being. You and Harry had never expressed any romantic feelings for each other. You'd known each other for ages, and of course you thought he was attractive—who wouldn't?—but that was it. There were never any heated glances, no longing gazes while the other wasn't looking, no hugs that lasted too long to be anything other than friendly. You were friends, nothing more, and what had just happened changed everything.

Unless...

"You're right," you found yourself saying. "It was just a heat of the moment thing. We—We just got excited, that's all."

You were ready for Harry to agree with you. You were ready to agree to forget about the kiss, to never mention it again, pretend it never happened. That was the only logical option in your mind, unless you wanted to throw years of friendship down the drain. You didn't want to be a cliche, and you didn't think Harry wanted to either.

Plus, there was the other thing, but you didn't want to even think about that right now.

"Did we?" Harry asked. He looked amused as he tracked your movements, one hand playing with his bottom lip as if he was trying to cover up a smile.

"What do you mean—Of course we did. You're you and I—and he—Stop looking at me like that!"

This time, Harry didn't even try to hide his grin, dimples set deep in his cheeks as he laughed. "Like what?"

"Like you—" Like you want to sleep with me, you thought but didn't say. That was even more dangerous territory. "Like you don't regret what we did."

"We kissed, Y/n, we didn't kill someone," Harry said.

Right, you thought. This was normal for Harry. He probably didn't think twice about it because he was constantly kissing people. Well, not constantly, but definitely more than you did. Your brother made sure of that.

"You're right, sorry," you said. "So we'll just forget it happened then, right? We can just go back to—"

"Hold on a minute, I didn't say that."

For the first time since you kissed him, you looked at Harry directly. "Excuse you?"

"I don't regret what happened," Harry said, standing up slowly. "Do you?"

"Yes! I mean we're friends, and your best friend is—"

"Let's leave that out of the equation. Just for a second," he said. For every step he took toward you, you took one back. "That wasn't just in the heat of the moment, Y/n. I think we both know that."

"It—It was. We were celebrating and got carried away—"

"See, I'd believe you if you hadn't used tongue."

"You used tongue first!"

"And you moaned."

"It was a sound of surprise from the use of said tongue!"

Harry took another step closer, and once your back hit the wall, you had nowhere left to go. He was close enough that you could smell his cologne, sweet and a little smoky. His eyes were intense as they stared down at you, expression unreadable as he looked you up and down.

Since you met him, Harry had been hard to read. He was naturally quiet, never giving much away unless he was more than a few drinks in. Not to mention the first few years of knowing him that you'd gotten to know each other more. You only knew him through your brother, who was more than happy to stick you with the annoying little sister role, despite only being a year younger than him.

There was a point in time where you might've had a crush on Harry. You remembered watching him on TV at night and liking his voice and his smile and curly hair. Your brother had gone and ruined it of course when you met for the first time, teasing you about said crush, and you went so out of your way to convince everyone that you didn't that you succeeded perhaps a little too well. But now you knew Harry better. He wasn't some boy who sang on television anymore. Well, he was, but he was so much more than that now, his fame growing wild and beyond anything you could comprehend.

"Was it a bad kiss?" he asked suddenly.

That was a question you didn't expect. "What? N—No, it was fine—"

"Fine? Just fine?" Harry repeated. "What's a guy got to do to be better than fine?"

"That's not what matters!" you said, growing exasperated. "It should never have happened in the first place. You're my brother's best friend, you're—you're his bandmate!"

Niall had an embarrassing amount of rules when it came to you and his friends. Not that you thought they were ever really necessary, though now you weren't so sure. Half the boys were already in relationships anyway, and Harry was...well, he was Harry. As long as you'd known him, he'd never had a long term relationship. You didn't know why, and you were never close enough to him to ask. But the more famous he, and One Direction, became, the more...larger than life he seemed. Or maybe it was that you were in the perpetual space of being Niall's little sister that you'd just automatically written him off as someone who wouldn't be interested in you.

Either way, whatever was happening now was nerve-inducing. And scary. And making you feel things you weren't sure you wanted to feel.

"Is there an area I could improve in? Like specifically? Or was it the overall kiss that was mediocre? I'm really trying to wrap my head around this," he said. "Not to be rude, but I normally don't get many complaints."

"How are you being so—so unbothered right now?" you asked.

"I don't know, I just know that I liked kissing you," Harry said with a shrug. "And that I'd like to do it again. If not for the sake of kissing you then to at least improve from fine to enjoyable."

"Oh my God, the kiss was better than fine, okay? It was probably the best kiss I've had in a while. Best kisser in all of London. You're a proper Casanova," you admitted with a huff, knowing Harry wouldn't let that one detail go. "Happy?"

"Very. So...want to do it again?"

"No!"

"Why?"

Was he whining? "Because—"

"Okay, all of the stuff about your brother and my bandmate and how this probably isn't a stellar idea aside, you can't tell me you don't want to," he said. His eyes searched yours, looking for an answer in them before you said it. "I meant what I said, Y/n. I don't tend to do things I'll regret, and I don't regret kissing you."

That face, you thought. It was too beautiful, too distracting to make you think straight. Harry was all sharp angles and high cheekbones and long hair now, it wasn't fair. You didn't stand a chance against it all. Especially when his big green eyes almost seemed to plead with yours.

Deep down—maybe not even that deep, quite shallow, actually—you knew you enjoyed the kiss too, and not just because Harry was objectively good at it. It was him, it was the pesky feelings that erupted and took root inside you when you first slid your lips against his. Perhaps the kiss had started out as a heat of the moment thing—an overemotional celebration after watching a particularly intense football match after running into each other in London. You were there on holiday and he was home during his time off. You found yourselves spending they say together, finding comfort in each other's familiarity.

You'd never meant to spend the whole day with him, you'd never meant to invite him to your room to watch football and order room service, you'd never meant to kiss him after a goal scored. Yet you did, and you had, and it was hard to cross back over to ignorance and bliss when you knew what it felt like to have Harry's lips on yours.

"We can't tell him," you said. "Not yet. Not until we know what we're doing. He'll kill you."

"I know," Harry said, his fingers coming up to play with a strand of your hair. "When do you go back home?"

"In a few days, but—Fuck."

"What? Changed your mind already?"

"No, I just—I'm coming with you. On tour," you said, eyes widening. "It was Niall's graduation gift to me. Some time off traveling before I get a job and everything."

"Okay, well that's—that's an obstacle for a few days from now. Let's just—unless you don't want to anymore—I mean, I can go if—"

"Who's nervous now?" you teased.

"Not nervous, just being extra sure. Got a lot to live up to, being the best kisser in the world and everything."

"Pretty sure I said London."

"Pretty sure we don't need to debate it anymore," Harry said, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck. "You can just kiss me now instead."

The movement felt almost too natural, his hair soft beneath your fingertips as you leaned in, putting you both out of misery and kissing him for the second time.

It was just as good, if not better than the first time you kissed him earlier. Harry's lips were incredibly soft, gentle but sure. Your body molded perfectly against his, feeling light as his hands roamed up and down your back, through your hair, on your hips. You felt those same butterflies from before, the ones that told you you might be feeling more than just lust, but you batted that thought away.

It was way too early to be entertaining those thoughts. You wanted to just enjoy the moment, go with the flow and not lose yourself in he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not. So you pulled him closer, sealed your tongue against Harry's bottom lip, and savored the flavor of his mouth on yours, letting it drown you until you could think about anything else but him.

"We're gonna have fun on tour, I think," Harry breathed, his voice coming out in shallow pants as you kissed along his jaw and up the shell of his ear.

There were a million reasons why you shouldn't, but they all floated away as Harry hoisted you up into his arms, your legs moving instinctively around his waist, leaving just him and a very easy and resounding yes. Your answer came in the form of kissing him once more, your hands tugging eagerly on his hair until every doubt and question was a distant memory.

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etheries1015 · 1 year ago

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Etheries hello! If you're open to requests right now, could you write something for twst where they find out (gender neutral but presumably afab) reader is pregnant with their child? I'd love to request for Azul, Vil, Malleus, and Rollo specifically but any others you think would be fun to write would be fun to read too. Thank you!!

YYYAAAA!!! I LOVE THIS CONCEPT Twst men with children make me so giddy inside hehehehe. Especially the non-humans for some reason, like Fae and Mer folk aosiefjlskadjf

You're pregnant!! Their reaction?

you know what, I decided to throw in how many daughters/sons I'd think they would have, too. For shits and giggles.

Featuring: Azul, Vil, Malleus, and of course I need to add my baby girl Lilia <3 I'm sorry, I really can't write Rollo, I sat here for an hour trying to think of something, but I suppose he is where my creativity halts... my apologies. I hope you like this nonetheless!

General warnings: Afab reader, but no pronouns are used. I feel like there is obvious malleus favoritism because I think he's a huge simp that wants a bunch of babies LMFAOOO, there's so much to write on him. And Lilias is a little bit more on the angsty side of things...but overall fluffy! Not very proofread either <3

Azul

He is BEYOND anxious. More anxious than he had ever felt in his entire life. You? His lovely significant other, pregnant, with HIS child? His offspring?

Almost faints at the news. When you tell him the news, he just stares at you with wide eyes and jaw ajar.

He is happy, truly, but he's honestly a mess. Will this be a mostly human child? Will you be giving birth to an octo-egg? Will they need to be birthed in the water of the sea? So many uknown variables and questions swim in his mind, but his first plan of action is to hug you tightly and sob into your shoulder.

CONSTANT doctor checkups. He's asking you to go more often than they would recommend, but he can't help it. He needs to be 10000% certain that you are going to be okay and find out what form his child will be taking.

Imagine if it's twins, oh my gosh. He would actually faint.

his children will have a never-ending supply of love from Uncle Jade and Uncle Floyd

Weird presents, probably ingesting food from the sea by his recommendation, prenatal potions, and bed rest. If he read it, you were doing it. Your health was his number one priority.

Azul is probably leaning towards a traditional father, going to work and getting as much profit as possible to support you and his children. But of course, he will take a significant amount of time off to help you and any obstacles that come with having a mer-folks child.

On the sweeter side...

His hands will be trembling ever so slightly, with tears in his eyes every time he feels your stomach. He will kiss your stomach, and lay on your lap to be close by. He can't believe he has come so far in life- to the point where he has a beautiful significant other such as yourself and a child on the way.

He worries about many things, finances, being able to get the most out of life, if he will be able to provide for you and this child, and the kind of life his child will have.

Kind of hopes that his child is mostly human. He was bullied for his species, being slow, pudgy, and whatnot. That's not the life he wants for his children if they end up looking more like him.

You're able to calm his nerves, though. All in all, he is incredibly excited to meet his new baby, and will be doing so by his beloveds side <3

I personally see him having one child. Probably a boy, probably an easy baby. I don't think Azul would want more than one child.

Vil

the moment he saw that positive pregnancy test, he had a conflicting wave of emotions.

Of course his outward reaction was to hug you, stroke your head, and pepper your face in kisses. Of course, the news elated him, he seemed calm and collected enough, but there were many worries in his mind.

He doesn't want to accidentally "ruin" his child.

Vil was always in the face of cameras, the face of the public's wary eye, and was hyper-focused on his image and how others may perceive him.

He would hate to accidentally subject his child to the same watchful eye of the public and create this whole image that he needs to be perfect. He wants this child to grow up how they choose, with good values, instead of fearing what may come out of the public opinion.

always hiding you and shielding you from paparazzi. He wanted to hide the news that you were pregnant until later down the line. There are some crazy fans out there, and he would never risk something happening to you. Face masks and disguises were not unknown to you from dating him already at this point, but it was almost as if it came out tenfold.

Rook and Epel = sweetest most doting uncles ever!

Vil had to slap Rook on the head when he felt like Rook was getting a little too handsy with your baby bump.

Epel made sure you had the best batch of apples straight from the farm! Good for the baby, he says!

Vil loves playing music for you and his child, piano, singing...he loves it. it's great bonding for the both of you. He'd hum and sing songs to your stomach while rubbing it gently.

Finances will never pose a problem. Another thing that was never a problem, was Vil going out of his way to take off work and make sure he was there to properly take care of you. You never felt abandoned and alone despite his busy schedule and the fact he was always out doing some sort of movie shoot or commercial, he would never hesitate to take off or call in if you were having a particularly rough day.

Overall, he's excited! He hopes the baby grows up in their own skin and individuality, making choices for themselves when it comes to their career path. And a little side note...he really liked how cute you looked waddling around pregnant with a baby bump. Heuehue.

I can envision you and Vil possibly having two-three children, pretty even in age difference. Depends! I think he would like a big family, get a home with plenty of space. I can see him with both boys and girls, I think I see Vil being a really good "girl dad" tho.

Malleus

absolutely ecstatic. He wanted this so so so bad. He was over the moon. He held back an embarrassing display of giggling and fangirling over the fact he impregnated you, instead opted with a smile and a "Wonderful."

You sometimes wonder if he purposefully did something to result in your pregnancy because I like to think he's a little bit insane like that, but it's okay! You don't mind!

This man wants so. many. kids. Half-fae Half human children run around the castle bringing it to life and showing off the world the unity between humans and faes. He doesn't care if anyone else doesn't agree with this, he on the other hand is absolutely bemused by you and the fact you are bearing his children.

Will they come out as eggs needing to be hatched? How long will it take to hatch with your nonmagical side? Will they have mostly human attributes? Will his fae genetics be so dominant that it's like a bunch of little copies of him? Will his child have your ears and his eyes? and vise versa? will his child come out looking just like he did, in a full dragon form, or will his child come out like a normal human? He has asked ALL of these questions and more. He is so excited.

Buys a lot of clothes, builds rooms in the castle (yes, rooms. because he knows you will have more of his children and wants to be prepared.) "Can never have enough to be prepared for all outcomes," He says. Whatever floats his boat, I suppose!

Appoints the most skilled doctors there is in the Valley. You are always, without a doubt, taken care of. He reads piles upon piles of parenting books, he's always by your side, to the point where sometimes he brings you into important meetings just to be sure you were in his sights.

He vows his children will never feel the crushing lonliness he did as a child. He vouches to always be availble to have meals with his children, to play with his children, and be active in their learning process. He will allow them to travel all over and gain knowledge, and be certain they will never feel like they are missing out on anything.

He LOVES your baby bump. At night in bed he will press his ear up against your stomach, rub it, kiss it, talk to it. He is so infatuated with you and your body. Kisses every single stretch mark, and his hands are all over you. Seeing you pregnant with his child stirs up some sort of desire to keep you that way, but he tries to...push down this part of him. For the most part. Heuheu.

And when you two are sleeping, his dragon tail always comes out to wrap around you protectively. It's his way of making sure both of you are safe through the night because sevens forbid anything happens to his beloved and their child(ren).

Honestly, I am a firm believer that Malleus would have twins, for some reason. Two hatchlings! Together! A boy and a girl. (I have a whole fic idea for this...you'll probably see it one day. heuheu.) or two boys. I think it would be super chaotic with two twins with big draconic features and attitudes, alot of running around and mischief in the house!! He would of course go on to have more children with you. I think it may become an addiction for him. Or not! I can also see him being content with two.

Lilia

Honestly, when you first gave him the news, he was uncertain how to feel. He inquired if you were serious,him raising a child at his age? He wasn't certain he'd be able to do it. He raised Silver, and now that his magic reserves were dwindling, he was worried he wouldn't be able to fully be there for you and your baby.

"Lilia...i'm pregnant." Once those words left your lips, his normal silly demeanor dropped slightly. He had a thoughtful look upon his face, eyes wide staring at you. He asked if you were certain, and it was initially a long and deep discussion about your future together and how things will pan out.

After talking it out, a few tears and heartfelt moments, Lilia smiled brightly and gave you the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek. He started to become a little more excited! And once you shared the news with Silver, Malleus, and Sebek, they were more than happy to pitch in a helping hand.

Honestly, I think as he saw your baby bump grow, so did his excitement. He of course loved the children he adopted more than anything in the entire world, but something about looking at you holding your tummy full of his very own blood, it felt...different.

He was nervous, for sure. This was a child that was going to carry his lineage, his very own DNA coursing through that baby. He wasn't sure how things would turn out but prayed that this baby would have a life of peace and acceptance, unlike his war-filled days and alienation for being a lesser type of fae.

He was OBSESSED with how you looked pregnant. He could get used to this sight, you waddling around, swollen feet... for more in-depth details about how he felt about you being pregnant, you can take a read at this fic I wrote a while ago about it. All in all, he pampers you to death. Rubbing your feet, kissing your stomach, tracing your stretch marks with his fingers...oh he could truly get used to this.

He does fear what the future may hold. He wants all of his children to see him at his strongest, not to see him slowly give into old age as his magic fades to nothing. You may have to reassure him a few times throughout your pregnancy that you and this child will love him no matter what, and remind him that YOU are magicless as well. And Lilia would make an amazing father, with or without his "power." It's his personality and determination as an amazing, child-loving figure that will give this child a life to look forward to.

Once he gets over the insecurities about becoming a father to a new half-fae, half-human baby, he starts to dig up old parenting books he used to have.

He will give this baby, and you, as much love as he possibly can <3\

I can see Lilia with a girl! Probably just one baby, because he can only handle so much anymore! He would be an AMAZING girl dad. He would be a great father regardless of the gender of the baby, but I can really see him with a daughter for some reason. The visions are strong with this one.

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