#he’s like. the nicest guy ever and that’s the only time i’ve ever heard him swear lol

[dragonsdendoodles]

Emma: I’m dumping out the coffee, so if anyone wants any, tell them to fuck off.

Fiona: <Okay.>

Emma: I love that you say that like you of all people would tell someone to go fuck themselves over coffee.

Fiona: <Yeah, ‘Hey Jacob, fuck off.’>

Emma: Definitely something you would say.

(I typed it that way because I imagine Fiona speaks BSL, that’s what I’m trying to illustrate. If that’s insensitive let me know and I’ll change it!)

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[spencereidluver]

D is for Diana

august 25, 2008

summary: You overhear Spencer calling his mother and telling her about you and how he's finally found someone like him and who can understand him.

word count: 675

warnings: none, just fluff and spencer crushing

It was a normal Monday morning. The sounds of files rustling and pens against paper filled the room as people filled out their weekly paperwork. The only thing off was the slow speed the certified genius across from you was working. There was something on his mind, but from the look on his face, you could tell he wasn’t in the mood to share.

“Hey Spence, I’m gonna go make some coffee in a little bit, do you want some?” You asked, trying to find a way of cheering him up without trying to pry at him. 

“I’m good, thank you though.” He said without so much as looking up from his desk.

You let him work for a little longer, before you finally let it get the best of you, and you just had to ask him. “Okay, Spencer,” you said, finally getting him to look up at you for the first time this morning. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he responded. “I’m just waiting on a phone call from my mom.”

That made sense. Spencer always got nervous when his mother was brought up. His phone rang moments later, seemingly right on cue. “I’m gonna take this in the conference room, I’ll be back.” 

Spencer opened his phone as he stood up, greeting his mother with a warm “hello.” He quickly ran up the stairs, nearly hitting himself with the conference room door as he entered. You giggled to yourself before getting up and making your way to the kitchen to make the coffee you’d thought about earlier.

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With a freshly made cup of coffee in your hand, you couldn’t help but follow your unconscious lead to the conference room, leaning against the door to make sure Spencer’s conversation with his mom was going well. You weren’t trying to be weird or creepy, you just were trying to look out for your friend. You knew sometimes his mom said things that hurt him, mostly without realizing it.

As you reached the conference, you heard the squeaky giggle you’ve heard so many times come from behind the door. You almost left it at that, but curiosity got the best of you as you leaned your ear against the wooden door.

“No, mom. She’s perfect,” you heard Spencer say. “Everything about her is perfect.”

There was a pause, Diana was talking. You wondered who he was talking about. Spencer hadn’t talked to you about a special lady before. Maybe you’d stick around a little longer.

Spencer began to speak again. “No, she is the nicest person I’ve ever met. She’s gorgeous too, mom… No, I haven't asked her out… No, no she doesn’t have a boyfriend… I just don’t want to ruin our friendship. And I don’t want to make work awkward if she says no.”

Work? The girl he liked was at work? 

“I can’t just ignore her if she says no mom. Our desks are right across from each other. I’d have to face her every day.”

Oh my god. He was talking about you. Your face turned a shade of red so dark it might be classified as maroon. Your stomach had so many butterflies it felt like it was migration season. 

You heard Spencer begin to tell his mom he’d have to be going soon, and you decided you’d better hurry back to your desk so he didn’t know you were listening. He’d die if he knew, you thought.

You thought for a second, before returning to the kitchen and pouring another cup of coffee in Spencer’s favorite mug. You knew he’d said no, but you also knew, especially now, how much it’d mean to him if he came back to a warm cup of coffee on his desk. You add 5 sugar packets to the small mug, just how he liked it. 

You returned to your desk, sitting your mug on your desk and Spencer’s on his. You grabbed a sticky note and a pen and wrote: "For Spence <3,”before sticking it to the mug and returning to your seat.

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next chapter: E is for Even Guys Like Me?

other parts: Spencer Reid A-Z Masterlist

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— PART ONE, PART TWO.

the one where the thought of someone liking you romantically has never crossed your mind, much less being liked by your own crush, sirius black, who proves to you that all your doubts are nonsense.

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

word count: 3k

rating: PG-15

content: fluff, established relationship au; gryffindor!reader

warning/s: mentions of being insecure, low self-esteem

opening note. it took a whole year for me to finish writing this part two lmao, but for the readers who got to read part one way back, i hope y’all like this!

Being seen with Sirius—and frequently, might you add—indeed became the talk of the town for the first few days.

As soon as the news spreaded, Iris and Martha, your close friends, interrogated you endlessly inside your shared room at the dormitory, asking a bunch of questions that ranged from how did Sirius confess and what did you feel for the aforementioned guy.

They labeled themselves as ridiculous and as oblivious as you were when they realized that all the gestures that Sirius has been doing in all the times they accused him of liking Iris were actually directed to you. They apologized, for not seeing it themselves and for not thinking of you as the person Sirius liked, and told you that they were going to be happy and supportive of you as long as they saw that you were happy too and that Sirius treated you well.

When your Hogsmeade date came, you spent the whole day just getting to know Sirius. Turns out, he was more well-mannered than you thought. He was a gentleman; he opened doors for you, offered to pay for everything, was the one who ordered your meal, stood up whenever you wanted to follow up something from the counter, and carried your bag when you bought some sweets from Honeydukes.

But what you liked most about him now was how he seemed genuinely interested in you and whatever that happened in your life. He made it apparent that he really was keen on discovering more about who you really were, from your hobbies, to your favorite things, and where you grew up.

“My parents… I don’t know if you’ve heard it from somewhere,” you began as you walked with him back to the path that led back to the Hogwarts castle, “but they’re, uh, Muggles. So, that means—”

“You’re Muggleborn,” Sirius supplied for you, appearing not even the slightest bit bothered by the fact. “And you don’t have any siblings, do you?”

You answered him, quite confused that he didn’t dwell too much on your revelation, but chose to drop it for now. “None.”

“Ah, so that makes you the only witch in your family.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “uh, does that sound okay?”

He glanced at you with a quirk of his eyebrow. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it?”

“I don’t know. You’re a Pureblood, and you come from an excellent line of wizards.”

“You have a point,” he said, still nonchalant as ever, “but I’m… well, you can say I’m a bit different from them. I mean, to start it off, I’m a Gryffindor.” He chuckled. “Plus, I’ve moved out from my home decades ago.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “I live with James over the summer. His parents treat me as their own. Nicest couple, the Potters.”

“Wow. I never knew.”

“Well, being a teenage runaway and an outcast in my own family isn’t exactly something I should be proud of.”

You both laughed.

You were relieved to find out that there was no issue about you being a Muggleborn, especially since as stated, he came from a family of impressive and some well-known wizards who—from what you remembered—believed that being a Pureblood was equivalent to being practically royalty in the wizarding world.

Even if you knew that he wasn’t like that to begin with, there was still some doubt in your mind that perhaps his mindset is the same as theirs, considering that you’ve been a victim of prejudice over the years you studied in Hogwarts and was even called a Mudblood by a Pureblood student when you surpassed them on an exam in second year.

So, to have a confirmation right now was great. You were happy to hear from him that he didn’t have any problem with it, unlike some people who you’ve caught muttering to themselves about how Sirius could associate himself with a person like you, which inevitably led to some insecurities building up.

“Do you reckon I can get away with taking you out again next week?” asked Sirius once you were back in the Gryffindor common room, stopping before you where you stood at the last step of the stairs leading to the girl’s dormitory.

Your eyebrows rose. “There’ll be a next time?”

“Yes. If that’s okay with you,” he said with a patient smile. “Or did I read the signals wrong and you actually hated spending time with me today?”

“Don’t be foolish. I didn’t hate it.”

“You didn’t?”

“Not one bit.”

“Then how did you like it?” He was suddenly doing it again, that thing he does wherein he moves closer to you and you were bound to move away because of shyness, but somehow at this instance, you couldn’t command your feet to do its usual response.

“Hm?”

“Was it nice?” He continued, a hand now placed on the stairs’ handrail, leaning towards it. “Was it okay? Was it average? Would you ever want to be with me again?” He was teasing, it was evident on his big smile and his mischievous expression.

“I think you already know the answer to that.” You frowned cutely.

“Oh, I really don’t.”

“Sirius…”

“Tell me what you think,” he urged, tone gentle.

There were girls from your house walking down the steps, seeing the scene of Sirius gazing at you and you looking flustered playing in front of them. They hushed among themselves, glancing at you in envy, and you felt your cheeks burn at the attention.

“It was nice.” You told him finally.

“Just nice?”

“Wonderful,” you corrected.

He nodded solemnly, waiting.

“And I’d like to do it again sometime.”

He grinned. “That’s more like it. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

You smiled down at the floor. “As if I was going to say something else.”

He lifted your chin up so that your eyes could meet. “Still, I like hearing it come from your lips.”

Before you went upstairs to your room, Sirius reached for your hand and kissed the back of it, winking at you and then heading to the boy’s dormitory.

For the following weeks, the both of you were consistently hanging out and going on dates. It reached a point wherein your respective friend groups were starting to merge. It was either Martha and Iris who were going to be with you two, while anyone from Sirius’ own friends tagged along and joined the party as well.

You were naturally growing more comfortable with Sirius day by day. You even allowed him to hold your hand by the third date. He has stolen a few kisses on your forehead and cheek, and has laid his head on your lap whenever you were in the Gryffindor common room, Sirius sometimes getting your hand and placing it gently on his hair, asking if you would stroke it as he tried to take a nap.

Everything was going at such a smooth and great pace.

Sirius was great. His friends were great. What you were feeling for him was getting stronger.

The only problem was the bitter people who had no business having a say in your blooming relationship.

You knew you shouldn’t mind them, but it was hard when you could hear students whispering about you in classes and during breaks, always going on about how someone like you didn’t seem to be a good fit for Sirius, either in deep belief that Purebloods shouldn’t date Muggleborns or that you were far too quiet and timid to be a wonderful match for the ever so magnetic Sirius Black.

You couldn’t agree more, to be frank. However, your greediness and happiness were what mattered to your most in situations like these that you managed to fade those comments out.

That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt though.

Or influenced you to sometimes see yourself in a harsher light.

“I knew you’d still be here,” Sirius spoke from behind you, a quick kiss being planted on your temple before he took the spot next to you on the sofa.

It was past midnight, and you were still working on an essay for History of Magic. You promised Sirius an hour or two ago that you weren’t going to stay up too late, but you haven’t been adding any new paragraphs to your essay because of your overthinking, so that meant you also haven’t reached your personal quota that was made in the first place to prevent you from cramming the said output.

“I thought you were going to sleep,” you replied, looking at him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Didn’t you say you have training for Quidditch in the morning?”

“I do.”

“Which means you really have to go to bed.”

“I tried to. Really. But I couldn’t.”

“Why not? Do you need warm milk or a frame that has dozens of sheep for you to count to help you get drowsy?”

He rolled his eyes. “Ha, very funny, but I actually wanted to make sure that you were already in your room. It’s not good to be here all alone.”

“I do it all the time. Nobody’s usually up in the common room at this hour, anyways.”

“Well, next time, tell me, so I’ll keep you company.”

“Oh, but that won’t be necessary.”

“I’m aware,” he said. “However, I insist. Come on, love, we’ve talked about this.”

You smiled, apologetic. “Sorry. I should know better, shouldn’t I?”

“Well, you told me that you’re still getting used to it, so I’m not holding that against you.”

“Yeah. But that’s just it, actually. I know that I should be getting used to it. To us… to you… but my brain keeps telling me that it’s bad to do so.”

“How come?”

“I don’t know,” you trailed awkwardly, realizing that you might have said too much, but you didn’t want to stop giving him a little bit more of your thoughts, getting a sudden rush of courage you’ve been wanting to have, “perhaps just, I feel like… I don’t deserve this. Any of what’s happening between us.”

Sirius stared at you, confused. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I just feel like this is all a wonderful dream that I’d have to wake up from soon.”

“____,” he began to say your name, but you shook your head, already sensing where it was heading.

“You don’t have to say anything, Sirius. It doesn’t have anything to do with how you’re making me feel.”

“Then what’s making you think this way? Is it because of what the others are saying?”

In your silence, he got the answer he needed.

“It’s absolute rubbish, you know,” he said. He sat up straight too, appearing more passionate now. “People don’t know what they’re blabbering about. All they want is to stick their noses into others’ businesses when they don’t know anything.”

“Sometimes they have a point, though.”

“Such as?”

“Such as you being a Pureblood and me being a Muggleborn not making any sense.”

He seemed frustrated at that. His nostrils flared a bit when you mentioned it. “Since when did that matter anymore? Lily and James are literally the same.”

“Yeah, but we’re not the same same as them. We’re still different. Lily’s different. She’s much more spectacular than I am.”

 “Come on, you’re being absurd. You’re amazing, ____.”

You had the nerve to laugh. “It’s fine, really. You don’t have to make me feel better. If there’s something that I’m used to, it’s this.” You sighed, going back to your previous position and focusing back on your parchment. “I’m sorry I brought it up in the first place.”

“No, don’t be,” he reached for your hand and forced you to face him again, in which you did, but you still couldn’t look him in the eyes. “I should be the one apologizing. I haven’t been checking up on you about this. I should have known better that this was something that would bother you.”

“What do you even see in me, Sirius?”

“What?”

“We nearly have nothing in common. You should be someone who’s at the same level as you are.”

“No, I don’t. I much rather be with you—regardless of how different we are, I don’t particularly care and I never thought of it as an issue nor will I ever do.” Sirius pursed his lips, appearing a bit nervous now because of what he was going to say. “Look, ____, I like you so much. I like every aspect of you and what kind of person you are. I see what you’re made of, and I cherish you very much because of it. I like your kindness, your wit, your energy, and your whole being. You’re simply the easiest person to adore, and I’m utterly puzzled that you cannot see it.”

Your tongue felt dry. No one has ever declared what they felt for you in that manner before. It caused your eyes to tear up a bit at the overwhelming reality that there was a person out there who saw you this way, who liked you for who you are and didn’t give two cents of what others thought of about it. You were so accustomed to being unseen, not given that much importance to, that to have Sirius tell you what you meant to him brought indescribable contentment in your heart.

So, without thinking, you leaned towards him and kissed his lips, bringing your arms around his neck while he parted his mouth in surprise, nonetheless wrapping his own around your waist to support your weight on him.

Sirius reciprocated the kiss, matching the vigor you were showing him, despite being shocked that you were the one who initiated your first ever real kiss with him. He was under the impression that it would take more dates before the both of you would reach this point, a concept that he didn’t have any problem with since he was sincere when he said he’d be patient with you, and that he’d be the one who was going to test the waters before asking if you were good with the thought of him planting a kiss on your lips.

“I like you so much too, Sirius,” you whispered, pulling away and gasping for air. “Having you be in my life is perhaps one of the most unexpected yet greatest things to happen to me.”

He grinned at that, pressing another firm kiss on your lips that made you sigh. “You’re so wonderful, love. I should’ve been with you since first year if only I wasn’t a bloody coward.”

You both laughed at his statement.

“It’s fine,” you assured him. “You have a lifetime now to show me what I’ve been missing.”

“You’re exceptionally bold tonight.” He observed.

“Well, the guy I have been crushing on and dating just made a heartfelt declaration of his attraction to me so I’m feeling my best.”

“About time that he did, honestly. Will this guy have the honor of being officially your boyfriend if he asked tonight?”

Your eyes widened. “That depends. Is he going to ask right now?”

“He’s about to. Just after he stops pretending that he’s pertaining to another guy and not himself.”

Another laugh and you were kissing him again, Sirius holding onto you tightly as he kept you in his embrace.

“Be mine?” he murmured against you, drawing his head back a little so he could stare directly at your eyes.

You smiled. You were on cloud nine; there was nothing that could ruin your entire year. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

Sirius leaned for a longer kiss, much longer than the one you just shared earlier. He thought of how he could stay all night like this, how he might have to fake sickness just to ditch quidditch practices so he wouldn’t have to wake up so damn early, but before he could seriously contemplate it, you retracted your mouth from his and was telling him that he should go back to sleep because he had a tiring day ahead of him.

He frowned, wanting to kiss you again but you shook your head, evading his advances and giggling. “Sirius, you have practice in a few hours,” you told him again, “and I have to finish my essay too. You should head back.”

“For real?”

“For real.”

“But—”

“No, no.” You stood up and pulled him with you. “As your girlfriend now, my opinion holds more bearing, so when I say that you should go back to sleep—”

“I should follow you?” he finished, allowing you to lead him back to where the boy’s dormitory is headed.

You grinned, teasing. “Only if you want to, of course.”

He snorted. “You promise not to stay up too late? Because as your boyfriend, I should be entitled to stop you from making bad decisions as well.”

“Yes, I won’t. You have my word.”

“Good.” Sirius pecked your lips. “Goodnight, beautiful.”

An even bigger grin made its way to your features. “Goodnight. I’ll see you at lunch?”

He nodded. “You’ll probably catch me standing at the Gryffindor table too. I have to announce to the whole school that you’re my girlfriend. Can’t have anyone thinking you’re still available, right?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would.”

“Sirius.”

“Goodnight. Dream of me, would you?” He snickered, abruptly rushing to the dormitory and leaving you there, speechless.

You were positive that he was only bluffing to tease the hell out of you who was not a fan of too much attention, but somehow, considering Sirius’ track record of being mischievous, you suddenly feared that he was not bluffing like you reckoned him to be.

Not to mention that he could be really petty at times too, and given that a lot of students still did not believe that a person like him would like a person like you, making a dramatic proclamation of how much he liked you and how much he hated those who couldn’t keep their idiotic opinions to themselves would certainly make a point.

For some reason, you found yourself smiling at the idea, secretly pleased that you had Sirius—the person you were now sure would move the earth and moon for you if that was what you wanted.

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[georgeclarkewifey]

Inconvenience | g. clarke

Chapter 6: meeting the girls

Summary: Noa meets the London Girlies

Word Count: honestly this felt so short I couldn’t bring myself to count it sorry gang 😔

Warnings: swearing and George being a dick lol

Noa checked her watch anxiously, for the third time in about forty seconds. She was only a block away from the cafe that she was due to meet Grace, Freya and Talia, but she was fifteen minutes early, so she was scrolling on her phone trying to burn time.

“Noa? Why are you hiding around this corner?” The recognisable voice of Becky Bambino asked, causing Noa to glance up quickly.

“Well um- I was early you see so-“

“Oh don’t you worry about that, knowing the rest of the girls they’ll be waiting in various roads around here because they’re early too.” She added, noticing how Noa relaxed. “C’mon, they’re all eager to meet you.”

Noa allowed herself to be pulled at the hand by Becky as she lead the pair of them towards the coffee shop.

“Aha!” Becky cried triumphantly, pointing in the distance. “There’s Freya pretending to not be early as well. See, told ya you wouldn’t be the only one.”

Noa smiled gently and shyly waved at Freya, who when she realised that she had been spotted, started making her way over to the girls to embrace them in tight hugs.

“Noa! It’s so good to finally meet you! I’ve heard so much!”

“All good I hope?”

“Of course! Come on, I think Grace and Talia are already inside.”

Noa greeted the two girls who were already there, who reciprocated her gesture with enthusiasm.

“Noa you don’t get how excited I am to meet you,” Grace said, pulling her onto the sofa next to her. “So, tell us everything, how on gods green earth do you cope with living with the boys.”

“Um.” Noa scratched the back of her head nervously. “Well I live on the floor below them, so I don’t actually have to cope with living with them, but they’re great company, especially Chris and Arthur.”

“You grew up with them right?” Talia asked, sipping her coffee.

“Yeah, born and raised in Jersey with the two of them, they’re practically brothers to me.”

“So you never liked them growing up?”

Noa recoiled in disgust, just the thought of having romantic feelings for Chris or Arthur, it just felt so off. The girls laughed at her reaction, and Grace patted her shoulder.

“Yeah, never ever liked them like that, never will.”

“And Arthur Hill and George?” Freya asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Uh, yeah probably not.”

Noa’s answer confused the four, all of them looking at her with confused looks.

“Why not babe?” Becky said, propping her feet up on one of the stools.

“Well um, George actually hates me. Not quite sure why, but he does.”

“In the words of Max Balegde what the big fat fuck?” Grace exclaimed. “But George, he’s well, George.” She faltered.

“He’s literally one of the nicest guys on the planet, why does he hate you?”

“I don’t know! He just does.” Noa said, rubbing her eyes in frustration. “Ever since I got here, I’ve done nothing but be nice to him, and all he gives me is glares. He doesn’t even try to talk to me, and if I talk to him hardly answers.”

“Oh sweetheart…” Talia comforted, pulling Noa into a hug as she began to tear up. “That’s why he doesn’t follow on insta I’m guessing?”

“Yeah, and the longer it goes on the more worried I’m getting that people will catch on, it’ll reflect badly on the both of us.”

“Don’t worry about him.” Freya said, waving her hand in the air. “He’d be fine. What we have to worry about is you, why do you reckon he’s being like this?”

Noa shrugged. “I really wish I knew, because then I could try and talk to him about it, you know? Face the problem head on, but he’s not really giving me much to go off.”

“Do you reckon it’s because of Arthur and Chris?” Grace asked. “Because he can be quite protective of his friends - I was on a night out once with him, Max and Andrew, some random guy came up to Max and just called him gay for no reason, George nearly punched him and told him to fuck off.”

Noa’s brows raised in surprise. She had never seen that side of George before, but she wanted to - even from his videos he could tell that he was a caring person, and all she really wanted was from him to act like that when she was there too.

“I wouldn’t worry Noa, he probably just needs to warm up to you and then I’m sure you’ll get along so well, it’ll probably just happen overnight, and the next day you’ll be shocked when he’s super nice to you.” Becky reassured.

“You sure about that?”

“Positive, it’ll happen soon, I promise.”

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falling behind

this is a 100 follower special! thank you guys so so much for all the reblogs and likes and even just enjoying my works. i appreciate all the love sm and hope that i can continue to write for y’all :D

synopsis: the three times you choose shigeta harua and the one time you don’t. ⌙ 5.5k

pairing: shigeta harua x fem!reader

genre(s): angst (no comfort)

warnings: swearing, low self-esteem, mentions of divorce and slight family issues (please tell me if i’ve missed any)

tags: unrequited love, one-sided pining, taki cameo!!!, friend trio, non idol!au, highschool!au, harua’s fr down bad… title is a reference to laufey’s falling behind !! + a little of promise too if you look at the lyrics

a/n: i read this concept in a fic once and really stuck to it and wrote this in the process. this might actually be one of my favourite fics that i’ve written (i got a bit carried away) but nevertheless i hope you all enjoyyy

who were you to shigeta harua?

you were the girl who had saved him. well, not in a literal sense, but you were the one who solely occupied both his heart and mind, the one who he couldn’t express his feelings for coherently, the one who he was terrified of disappointing.

for him, you had totally flipped over his perspective of everything outside his bubble and changed his world for the better. the girl who’d broke him out of his shell. harua appreciated you for the beautiful human being you were. and he only wished you would take note of it.

the first time you chose shigeta harua was when you were both ten. he had always been reserved during your adventurous endeavours as children, the introverted boy would refuse to speak to anyone in class and barely had any friends. it wasn’t that harua thought he was above socialising, not at all. it was because he had never learned to make friends.

on the other hand, you’d always been surrounded by others; not quite popular, but still able to socialise and harua adored that about you. even as children, his eyes would glisten at you whenever you’d shift your desk towards your friends during lunch to have a hearty conversation.

harua was clumsy, to say the least. there would always be new grazes and bruises littering his skin during secret trips to the parks and playgrounds. one school day, he’d been racing around with a classmate that had wanted to become his new friend. during his session, disregarding a rock lodged in the earth, he tripped over and scraped his leg.

being the sensible one, you rushed over to help him up immediately to assess the injury. but as soon as you reached him you heard screams from your other peers, beckoning you to play; yet you ignored them and focused on the snivelling boy in front of you.

harua tilted his head down to meet your eyes as you were crouched down putting a bandaid on the noticeably painful graze on his knee.

you furrowed your brows when you met his unwavering gaze, “you ought to be careful, you know?”

only to receive a giggle in response.

“you said ‘ought’, ha!”

“teacher said that she has no more bandaids to give you. so i hope you’ll look where you’re running next time.”

since then, he’d been intrigued by your presence; harua wondered whether you know how much he cherished what you had done for him. stupid, yes. but it was one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for him. strangely, you were very mature for your age already.

at lunchtime, he’d wonder around looking for a place to sit and would often just be alone. this was a regular occurrence that you had observed as you too were interested in the mystery that was shigeta harua.

the distant yet bright boy who existed outside of social happenings. who was he? what was he like? to you, genuine was likely the perfect word to describe his character.

but what did you know? you were only a child.

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the second time you chose him was during a class project.

shigeta harua had always wanted to be your friend but had never gotten the chance to, as if he would even take it. it was sort of a friend crush, if you will.

high school was particularly rough for harua; sixteen years of his life had already passed yet he still felt the same as he did when he was ten. harua was still the same quiet, reserved boy. as if not enough, school work had become more of a burden.

teachers had started setting group projects every week; the most important one being set by your english teacher being to review a unanimously agreed-on novel. the catch was that the pairs would pick each other themselves.

so there sat harua, fiddling with his fingers thinking knowing that he won’t be picked by another classmate; the teacher would pair him up like—

“would you… like to be a pair, harua?”

a soft voice interrupted harua’s train of thought and he lifted his head up only to be met with you, standing awkwardly in front of his desk. harua’s face etched into pure confusion and he looked as if to be processing your statement.

“wait, me? you want to be my partner?” he pointed to himself quizzically as you nodded.

“oh, why?” he queried again.

why would you even pick him, when he was too quiet to work with anyone? was this a prank?

with a deep breath, you blurted out, “you’ve been in my class for years, but i’ve never gotten the chance to, you know, speak to you properly. i don’t think any of us have.” another shaky breath leaves your lips as you finish. “i want to get to know you.”

the last part left him stumped.

“oh.”

“is that the only thing you say?”

as he lifted his arms in defence, a quiet chuckle escaped his mouth and a smile erupted on his face.

you mirrored his expression with a wide grin of your own, “you should smile more.”

another smile took to his expression.

“oh,” harua parted his lips to speak but shied away until you gestured for him to continue. “do you want to start the project at my house, or yours— or even at the library?”

the uneasiness in his words caused you to let out a lighthearted giggle.

“you’re so uptight. but we can do it at your place, i don’t mind.”

“cool!” his face visibly lit up. cute.

at the end of the school day, you observed harua leaning against the school gates, clutching the straps of his backpack and seemingly waiting for someone. with enthusiasm, he waved you over, accentuating the gesture. as you ran over you shot him a knowing smile.

“waiting for me?” the playful remark slipped out.

“let’s go to mine. you have everything you need right?” you nodded.

while setting off, harua would slightly sway against you as you walked together. a habit he’d never been able to get rid of no matter what. the walk to his home wasn’t long; only around ten minutes but when you entered, he offered snacks and water; insisting you’re fed while in his care. if only you noticed how eager he was to care for you.

that night, no work was completed, it was filled with you bombarding harua with personal questions; and him returning them with detailed responses.

tapping your chin, you hummed before posing a question, “what do you think is the best thing about you?”

nothing came out of his mouth for a while.

“even though i’m nothing special, my heart compensates for what i lack.”

“i agree,” you frowned at his words. “but i believe you are special. want to know what my first impression of you was?”

harua gave a hesitant nod of his head while sat crosslegged on the carpeted floor. his room was cozy— or at least more home-like than yours; many books filled the shelves that surrounded you both.

“i thought ‘oh he looks like a nice guy, but he’s just quiet’. i don’t think you’ve said more than like six words to me throughout the whole time we’ve been together as a class. but of course, everyone should value their privacy. i think it’s fine if you’re shier than the rest.” as you spoke, his eyes widened in interest while he nodded along.

a hand rubbed the nape of his neck, “i just don’t know how to make friends. striking conversations and then being able to keep them going is even more difficult.”

“you’re more than capable. i think you’re really cool.”

with glistening pupils and a hopeful glint in his eyes, he responded, “really?“

“of course.”

harua’s stomach felt funny— maybe the snacks he ate had gone bad. but why was his heart racing? perhaps it was the anxiety catching up to him. yeah, that seemed logical.

days transitioned into weeks and weeks into months as you both became impossibly closer. so close that your class would even refer to you both as each other’s halves, one refusing to leave the other’s side. in harua’s eyes, you were a blessing; he finally learnt what it meant to have a trustworthy friend — even if he couldn’t quite come to terms with the feelings he felt towards you.

it was like nothing could break your guys’ bond. there were barely any misunderstandings between you or any animosity really. a genuine friendship.

that was until feelings of love had kindled.

ever since he had come to know you; his whole world shifted. both his heartbeat and his faint courage — harua felt anew, motivated. it was as if your radiating smile and soothing voice were the remedy to heal him. to give him life.

like his world only brightened when you entered it; and his mind couldn’t even start to express immense gratitude that he felt. and that wasn’t a good sign as it only concluded to one thing.

shigeta harua was falling, and he was falling fast.

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the third time you chose harua was in junior year. a book club had been announced to be recruiting members. knowing your friend’s love for books, you’d proposed it to him.

“i know you love reading books and talking about them so here’s your chance!” hands clasped together, you continued attempting to persuade him cheerily. “think of it as a way to socialise with other people too! that way you can have other friends that aren’t me.”

a groan escaped the boy’s mouth, “but you know, i’m not really good at making new friends.” exasperated, his hands make their way to his face in to cover it. “besides, i won’t know anyone there. that’ll make it even more difficult.”

determined to get him to join the club, you brought up a suggestion.

“i can join along with you! reading is also one of my hobbies so i won’t mind. while doing something i enjoy, i’ll be helping you in the process.”

face visibly lit up, harua smiled; you were always so selfless. he almost felt bad for allowing you to join with him. yet he couldn’t deny how much he’d enjoy being in the same club as you.

reluctantly, he nodded.

several days later, you both found yourselves in a classroom with a circle of chairs while surrounded by new faces — well not entirely new, you knew some, but harua definitely didn’t recognise anyone — while being briefed about the club activities.

one boy, fairly attractive, had taken the lead and spoke up.

“welcome to book club! i’m takayama riki, but you can call me taki, and i’m the leader of this club. this is only a mock meeting where we’ll be laying down the foundations and sorting out the books we will cover soon!” friendliness had radiated off of his presence which made him all the more easier to talk to. “before we start, i’d like to answer any questions you guys have right now.” his gaze scanned the room until it had fallen on your raised hand.

pointing to you, he spoke. “you. the pretty girl over there.” chuckles had filled the room from other members as you felt your face heat up.

clearing your throat, you spoke up. “will we ever get to pick the books that we go over or is it all already decided on?”

“eventually you will get to vote on the books. so i assure you to not worry.” taki’s eyes were locked on you as he spoke.

a certain brown-haired boy narrowed his eyes as he observed the exchange between you two and didn’t like it one bit.

a few minutes later, the briefing had ended and you’d been given the liberty to wander around. calling for harua, you held his wrist in your grasp as you dragged him from shelf to shelf.

“look at this book! i swear i’ve been looking for it everywhere. it wasn’t even in the library.” a pout had crept up your face as you whined while grabbing for said book.

with a smile on his face, the boy chuckled and parted his lips to speak before being interrupted.

“hi! i hope i’m not intruding on anything.” the voice was airy. whirling around you met taki’s face.

the boy had inched closer to you and held a hand out. after placing the book you’d previously had in your hands, he spoke. “nice choice, i really like this one too ….?” the words trailed

“ah!” eyes widened, you told him your name. after a nod of his head and a hum of approval, you continued. “i almost forgot. you’ve yet to meet my friend, harua, here too!” with a hand on harua’s lower back, you propelled him forward and encouraged him to engage in conversation.

“uh, hey. i’m shigeta harua, second year.” the boy stuck out a hand awkwardly, unsure what to do.

taki returned the action and shook hands enthusiastically. “oh, i see. it’s nice to meet you! i hope you’ve been enjoying our club so far.”

“i do, i really love literature and enjoy talking about it even more.”

a grin made its way to your face as conversation flowed naturally, happy that harua was finally gaining confidence.

jokingly, you interrupted, “is this some type of boy-bonding thing? you seem to be leaving me out.” the laughs that protruded from them only weakened your expression. “would you wanna get some food with me and harua?” you turned to taki, smiling when he nodded eagerly in response.

eventually, taki had been added into your mini friend group. all three of you, close-knit as ever.

or at least that’s what you thought.

ever since taki had joined, a certain other boy had started to feel somewhat excluded. it didn’t help that he seemed to share all the same interests as you or that your conversations would last a millennium whenever one uttered a word to the other.

worst of all, taki seemed to have feelings for you. just like harua.

harua has never wanted anything really — he wasn’t picky nor spoiled. there wasn’t anything he’d pine over but he wanted you. he needed your attention, your love — just you. the boy had always received loved by his family at home; a plethora of it. maybe harua was simply bewitched by your never ending generosity or the fact someone as pretty, funny, smart and perfect as you paid even a fraction of attention to him.

lame, he knew.

obviously, it wasn’t like you didn’t notice the growing distance either. they say ‘ignorance was bliss’, but for harua, the weight of your emotional and now-physical absence was becoming harder to bear.

that’s why he began to try; harua started to engage in the hushed conversations between you and taki, tagging along to regular hangouts and the lot. despite all his attempts, it never seemed to work. the bridged gap only grew wider and harua was struggling to stay afloat.

the feeling only ate away at him more each passing day. and he couldn’t bear it. so he asked to talk. with you. alone. in private. and most importantly, without taki.

mustering up all his courage, the boy texted you to ask if you could come over; to which you replied affirmatively.

so there you were, sitting on the beanbag in his room. your expression was laced with perplexity, and your eyes had a certain glisten to them. opposite you, harua fiddled with the hem of his brown and white striped shirt, a habit he’d never been able to shake in your presence.

the silence was disconcerting. what was so important that he had asked you to come over so suddenly? negative thoughts raced around your mind, all pointing to the worst-case scenario.

with a clear of his throat, you lifted your head. “i don’t know if i should say this,” a nod of your head prompted him to continue. “but i don’t think we can do this anymore — be friends. you have other priorities.”

‘that aren’t me’, he wanted to add but contained himself.

the only other option was for him to distance himself before he got hurt too. so why did he feel guilty? this was for your own good. harua did it for you. it was for you.

did that even make sense anymore? the knot in his stomach only tightened, churning and tossing awaiting your reply.

“i don’t… understand?” rubbing your thumb over your knuckles, you averted your gaze the carpeted floor. “what do you mean? have i done something wrong?”

harua shook his head tightly in response.

so you raised your voice albeit the confusion that raged within you. “then what��? at the very least i deserve an explanation.”

frustration was bubbling inside of you.

you breathed out. “stop speaking in riddles, harua.”

perhaps you were being too harsh, but you really were failing to understand the cause of this sudden decision. sure you became distant but that didn’t justify what he was doing.

“it’s not you,—“ harua started to speak.

“‘its me’, right? don’t bother explaining if you’re going to repeat some stupid, unoriginal shit.” exasperated, you shook your head. “i thought our friendship was stronger than this. i’m starting to reconsider though.”

why couldn’t you see what he saw? the animosity was spreading, like a plague amongst a small village. the pent-up frustration had been nipping at him slowly, which made him all the more irritable.

and he couldn’t stop the words that escaped his mouth next. “well i’m starting to think your’s and taki’s friendship is stronger.”

a flush coloured his cheeks.

he wasn’t supposed to say that. you weren’t supposed to hear that.

your expression dropped, causing a frown to adorn his face. with eyes narrowed, you held your gaze on him. harua felt like he was transparent; he felt like an open book. almost as if you possessed x-ray vision and were able to read him — to see through him.

and shigeta harua hated that the most.

he didn’t want you to do that; the fear of being totally understood consumed him. would you leave him once you finally saw through his feelings? would you consider them to be ulterior motives?

the silence was eating away at him.

talk. please talk. those words repeated themselves over and over in his mind. like a mantra.

“this was all about taki?” a breath of relief was let out once your melodious voice filled the atmosphere. but he still wasn’t happy about the contents either.

“no…?” for a ‘definitive statement’, it came out more very question-like.

despite the inner turmoil, harua raised a brow after noticing your expression.

unable to contain the sly grin that took to your face, you slapped a hand over your mouth before letting out a chuckle.

“you were jealous the whole time?”

fuck. you had caught on. the realisation shocked harua. it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

meekly nodding his head, he choked on air.

“ahh, you’re so cute,” the last word visibly perplexed the boy opposite you, to the point where you could see a big red question mark flat on his adorable face. “i consider both you and taki to be my friends. i like both of you equally. although, i do sort of favour you more. but don’t tell taki i said that.” with an index finger to harua’s lips, you hushed him.

oh. ‘friend’. despite everything he initially thought, you didn’t know. surprisingly, a look of relief washed over his features.

looking down at your finger on his lips, he forced out a remark.

“it’s not that funny…”

the gentle pout that former on his face was too adorable for you to ignore.

as your expression softened, your eyes widened and you straightened up.

“here, i’ll make you a promise. is that okay?” you spoke in a hushed tone, as if afraid to be overheard.

curiosity laced his eyes as the boy leaned closer, head tilted.

“a promise?”

“that i’ll always be here for you. you’re one of my good friends, so i’ll stick by you.”

awaiting his response, guilt washed over you. harua was right. you weren’t making an effort. so you mentally dedicated yourself to this one task. hesitantly, his eyes searched yours. harua wasn’t doubtful of your promise. but he was sure that he would be hurt in the process. nevertheless, the boy stuck out his pinky finger.

“promise?”

after intertwining your finger with his, you curtly nodded.

“promise.”

harua hated how you managed to always possess his heart in one hand. unbeknownst to you, you played with.

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a lie. you were a liar.

by senior year, you, harua and taki were still present — and flourishing, you may add — members of the book club. it was enjoyable, and it was your last year so you decided to make the most of it.

harua was a very observant person, he could read into situations well enough. which is why it puzzled him to see that something had bloomed between you and taki. it wasn’t new, even while juniors, you had been sort of taken with taki. but it was totally different now.

harua didn’t hate takiyama riki — he could never bring himself to — he envied him. what did the other boy have that he didn’t? the looks? the confidence? the intelligence?

the boy didn’t consider himself to be that good looking; more average-looking if anything (though you would disagree). to be honest, while struggling heavily with his confidence levels, maybe insecurity had gotten the better of him. but most of all, his grades at school were decent, harua wasn’t an over-achiever or academically gifted. he was normal. average. nothing special.

a pure contrast to taki. popular, handsome, very smart, confident but not too prideful, and most importantly, knew how to woo you.

fuck. these thoughts only dug harua a deeper hole. he could win your heart. definitely.

however, those words only dulled each time they were repeated.

nothing changed, when you all had attended hangouts. once while meeting at a local cafe, you and taki sat next to each other, harua opposite you both. engrossed in conversing animatedly, harua noticed how you’d act around the other boy. brushing arms, touching his shoulder, reaching for his hand, and the likes. the thawing pain that persevered in his chest went unnoticed as well as the knot in his throat. he observed your light flirty remarks as well as your melodious fits of giggles that strew along the atmosphere at every word that left taki’s lips. as if ignoring harua, you carried along your antics; excluding him.

this wasn’t a one-time thing. as weeks passed by you’d become more interested in the boy known as takiyama riki. facetiming harua, heat flushing your cheeks as you gushed about taki. the worst thing is that this crush wasn’t not reciprocated. all the reserved boy heard in taki’s presence was your name, the way you smiled, the way you spoke, the way you had touched his shoulder that day.

of course. it seemed that harua had fell too much into like and ended up in love. that everyone was falling in love yet he was the only one falling behind.

everything completely shifted once his parents had divorced. as the boy’s best friend, you had already known that his parents never had the best relationship; always arguing and bitter to each other but never to harua. it was a few months into the term. this had taken a toll on your best friend; he had begun to isolate himself, become more irritable as well as wallow in pity. for you, it was hard seeing him like that and pained you deeply.

which was why you devoted time into helping him recover. at first you had let him spend some time alone in seclusion — which was well needed for him — but then you started to take an active role; visiting his house often and bringing food, video games, even sometimes bringing taki along too. you did your best to cheer him up.

during those times, you began to spend less time with taki and more with harua. that alone almost brought a smile to the boy’s face. almost. it was comical how desperate he was for your attention. yet he only craved it more.

however, he did start to get better with time; harua began to cope. with your help too. from the slight bounce in his step to the colourful expression formed on his face, the old him had more-or-less returned. but so did the ‘old’ you.

after regaining himself, harua noticed you distancing yourself again; only awakening the dormant insecurities that lied within him.

the painfully-obvious ones too.

since taki had been the head leader of the book club, it was his responsibility to deal with funds and the likes. due to low funding, the school board had decided to cut their budget by more than half, which would meant that it would have to be shut down permanently. this was not well-received by the taller boy, the book club was his pride and joy; he had put so much effort in for it all to be snatched away last minute with not a single regard to those who cherished it.

obviously, you had not been notified until later on in the day the news had been broken to him. heartbroken, the boy had called you. and you ran to him in a heartbeat.

though, that same day, something horrible had happened to harua too. his father. perhaps he was too fragile, too vulnerable, too weak. that would make sense because he couldn’t stand it when his father in a blind fit of rage had insulted him. harua didn’t blame his father, although he should’ve. the divorce was his fault.

his fault. that two-word phrase, that seven-letter sentence had echoed in his conscience. on the verge of tears, he returned to his room bitterly. why couldn’t he fight back? why wasn’t he strong enough?

yet in that moment, all his mind flickered to was you. his then-ragged breaths were becoming more stable and his expression slowly softened. the only solution seemed to be to call you. so that, he did.

the incessant buzzing of your phone on the dark black nightstand bounced off the wall of taki’s room. on the edge of the king bed, you had wrapped the boy in a loving embrace as you reached over to turn your phone upside down after coming to one conclusion.

harua could wait.

taki had nuzzled his face into your shoulder as you rocked back and forth. and just minutes later, your vibrating phone had finally stopped.

“it’s not your fault. i knew you did all you could to save it,” lolling him to a sense of calm, you whispered softly. “stuff like this happens. don’t let it affect you too much. hm?”

muffled, the taller boy spoke into your neck. “i’ll try but—“

swiftly, he was cut off by the light buzzing of your phone again and pulled away from your warmth. “that sounds pretty important. you should answer.” opening your arms to him, a grin erupted on your face.

“i’ll get it later. what’s important to me now is you.”

oh, if only shigeta harua knew you where you were, cradling the boy he envied in your arms and avoiding his call.

after two-three of more attempts, harua gave up. and with a finger caught between his teeth, millions of possibilities raced around his mind as he mentally searched for a reason of why you weren’t taking his calls. perhaps you were busy. maybe you had just forgot your phone and it was on silent? or it could’ve been that you didn’t have your phone at you on that moment! that’s why the boy decided to wait it out. twenty minutes wasn’t that long.

surely you weren’t deliberately avoiding him. right?

but twenty minutes became forty and forty minutes stretched into an hour. that’s thirty-six hundred seconds without a response. if harua wasn’t totally frantic then he definitely was now. scrambling to put on a scarf and gather his belongings, the boy filed slowly down his house stairs while making his way to the door.

“where on earth do you think you’re off to, young man?” a rough voice grumbled at him.

“out.” inhaling sharply, harua replied curtly before pulling the door and stepping out into the cold breeze. the sun’s deceiving presence shone radiantly despite the biting wind that nipped at the boy. huffing lightly, he began making his way to your house. only a fifteen minute-ish walk from his. passing the park nearby, he’d become a little more skittish, especially since you hadn’t even so much as sent a text back.

finally arriving at your place, shutting his eyes closed, he took a deep breath before knocking deftly on the wooden door of your home.

a soft voice echoed from inside.

“coming!”

the door unlocked and your sister had appeared from behind it. confusion etched her expression and she tilted her head.

“harua? she’s not here. hasn’t been for a couple of hours now.” shrugging her shoulders, the boy nodded, head tilted up as he watched as the clouds began to cover the ball of fire lodged into the blue sky, before posing a short question.

“do you know where she went? i’ve been calling her for quite some time now.”

your sister’s expression had softened after recognising the frantic shake in his voice.

“you could try taki’s. i think i heard her say something about—“ but before being able to finish, harua had already spun on his heels and hurried away. a giggle escaped from the girl as she shook her head in disbelief before shutting the door.

what were you doing with taki? something felt wrong. stomach churning, his walking pace sped up as he broke into a light sprint.

shigeta harua hadn’t visited taki’s home that much, but was sure of it’s location. heads turned at his sprinting, but he didn’t mind. all that was on his mind was you. and it wasn’t an exaggeration that he was lovesick for you. so so lovesick.

but harua was also becoming sick of that love.

his pace remained constant before he felt something hit his forehead. a droplet. it was raining. in frustration, he began to run faster to get to cover. taki’s house was only a few minutes away now. harua reckoned he could reach it without getting too drenched. but it would all be worth it.

he would get to see you and finally confess.

expressing his feelings aloud would free him from the overbearing thoughts. from having to carry the heavy burden of possessing feelings for one of his best friends.

harua’s own thoughts distracted him for a while before he looked up to realise that he’d already arrived at the house. catching his breath, hands covered his knees as he panted. mentally preparing himself, he knocked lightly before taking a few steps back. taki’s mum had opened the door and smiled warmly at the boy. strangely, that brought relief to him.

“they’re just upstairs. come on in, it’s very cold and you’re drenched!” moving away from the door, harua stepped inside before looking to the woman. “don’t you remember? it’s the first room on the left.” she laughed at his visible cluelessness.

following her instructions, his feet led him hastily to taki’s room. a normal, brown and wooden door. but what was peculiar was that it was slightly ajar, meaning he could peek into it. a horrible feeling bubbled in harua as he slowly inched closer. spying on your two best friends was a very bad thing to do. despite that, he couldn’t control the nagging curiosity.

so he did what he did best. shigeta harua observed. you and taki on his bed, with the latter’s head in your shoulder.

‘that’s just something friends do though’, the thought repeated over and over on his conscious.

the other boy lifted his head before locking eyes with you. yet harua observed something familiar in taki’s eyes. and he was reminded of the first day you and him met the other boy. at book club, where you and taki has gazed at each other.

then your hand came to caress his cheek slowly as the taller boy leaned in to collide his lips with yours. with a few seconds, you pulled away and harua saw the lovestruck gaze that you held and was reminded of his own when looking at you. that specific moment was when the boy realised something important.

shigeta harua would never be the one you loved.

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jason todd x reader reader is eager to work with the redhood, he's not so thrilled about it.

“GCPD’s got a suspect for the Red Hood, thought you’d be interested.” 

I almost lost my shit. For months I’ve been tracking the Red Hood, fascinated by his methods to deter crime in Gotham... which is near impossible but he somehow managed to do it. 

“Stop lying.” I said to Cindy, one of the forensic scientists at the GCPD, my inside source, also my best friend. 

“I heard it was a tip from some anonymous caller. Called the hotline and gave the name ‘Jason Todd,’ swearing he was the Red Hood.” 

“I’ll be there in ten.” I replied and hung up the phone. 

I rushed to my small closet, stumbling over the clutter of the studio apartment. Being a rookie lawyer left me no time to clean, cook, or do anything outside of researching cases and being the firm’s errand girl. 

I grabbed my nicest pant suit, a navy blue suit and a silky white undershirt. I brushed through my hair as fast as I could and then grabbed my briefcase, bolting out the front door. I was finally gonna meet him. 

“What are you doing here, you’re not allowed back here.” 

I looked behind me where a cop stood, probably the one who made the arrest.

“I’m his attorney.” I lied.

“He didn’t ask for no lawyer.” He said gruffly.

“Well I’m here and he’s my client. I’d like to speak with him.” I held my ground. I was not about to let a beat cop rob me of my chance to meet Gotham’s most notorious vigilante.

The cop rolled his eyes but unlocked the door regardless. 

“You’ve got twenty minutes.” 

“Actually, since there isn’t much evidence, you’ve got only 48 hours to keep him here.” 

The cop didn’t say anything, I gave him a sly smile and braced myself before walking into the dreary room.

The door closed behind me, the man sitting in the chair didn’t even blink.

I took a seat in front of him and almost passed out from the sight of him. His hair was jet black with the exception of a small streak of white that fell in front of his deep blue eyes. His clenched jaw was strong and lips plump. Fading scars peppered his forehead and neck. His large, callused hands were handcuffed in front of him. 

He looked straight at me and it was an effort not to sink into my seat.

“Who are you?” His voice was harsh, deep like he’d just smoked a pack of cigarettes. 

“I’m your knight in shining armor.”

“...Or knight in a navy blue paint suit more like.” I joked, trying to ease the tension. 

I was met with the ever so slight curve of his lips. I’ll take it.

“I didn’t ask for a lawyer.” He replied, tilting his head to the side.

“Well now you’ve got one. I intend to keep you out of Blackgate so work with me.” 

“Why.” Not a question, a demand.

“Because you’re not a bad guy, despite what those morons out there think.” I replied earnestly.

Another smirk, accompanied with a spark in his eyes. 

“Go over the details of your arrest with me.” I said.

So we did, he told me how he got arrested and even gave an alibi for what he was doing last night when Red Hood was out. If he had an alibi, was this even the right guy? 

After going over everything, I left the room to talk with the cops who arrested him and the cops who got the tip. They still had no evidence which gave me the leeway I needed to get him out of here.

“Well detective, you don’t even have reasonable doubt let alone hard evidence. I’d like you to release my client. He’s clearly not the man you’re looking for.” I concluded.

Begrudgingly, the detective did as I asked. He gave me the handcuff keys and I thanked him for his time. 

I walked into the interrogation room with a considerable amount of pep in my step. As I walked in, I dropped the keys on the table in front of him. 

“You’re welcome.” I sang.

He looked at me through his brows and slipped his hands out of the handcuffs before I could even blink. He didn’t even look at the cuffs.

My mouth gaped but before I could say anything he got up and I stepped back, shocked at the size difference between the two of us. My average-leaning-on-small figure was dwarfed by his broad shoulders and chest, he was well over six feet. He rolled his shoulders, I had to keep myself from shuddering. I hadn’t expected this.

“Thank you” was all he said before he left the room. 

Snapping out of my daze I ran after him. By the time I got to the main lobby of the precinct, he was already gone. I ran (more like speed walked) through the people, reaching for the door and bolting outside.

I spotted him walking a few feet away.

“Hey!” I yelled. He didn’t turn.

I sprinted to get to him, “hey!” 

He stopped, sighed, and turned around.

“What?” 

“What?” I mocked. 

“I just saved your ass from going to jail and you just leave like that?” 

“What do you want.” He said, clearly annoyed.

“What I want, is to work with you. Partners. Ever since you took control of the crime ring, crime rates have plummeted and I want to help you.” I explained.

“No.” He said, making to walk away again before I grabbed his arm.

He looked down at where I had grabbed him and then back to me.

“Are you really him?” I asked.

He said nothing, but his eyes darting back to the precinct behind us gave me all the answer I needed. 

“Let me help you.” “I don’t need help.”

“You clearly did today.”

“They weren’t gonna arrest me, no evidence. I didn’t need a lawyer to explain that.” I huffed, looking up at him. “Let me be your partner.” “I work alone.” 

“‘I work alone’” I mocked. 

“Stay away from me.” He ordered.

I opened my mouth to protest again but he leaned towards me, pointing a finger in my face, “I mean it.” 

Then he turned and walked away. I was left standing on the gloomy streets of Gotham. But I’m not going to give up, I won’t stay away.

I dressed in all black, covered up from prying eyes, an attempt to blend into the night to avoid unwanted attention. The cold night air kissed my face as I walked through the neighborhood, using my phone to navigate towards Red Hood’s base. 

I miraculously made it to the area, peering over a dusty brick wall trying to avoid being seen. He wasn’t here, probably patrolling the surrounding area. 

Before I could move, a grimy hand covered my mouth and I started thrashing around.

“Boss is gonna love this one.” A thin accented voice said behind me. My eyes widened, so not only was there two grimy men grabbing hold of me, but they were also going to take me to some “boss.” I silently prayed, please don’t let me die like this, I’m a decent person, I swear I’ll be better. 

I kept thrashing around to no avail, what did I get myself into? 

One held me back while the other put a sack over my head and then the one holding me threw me over his shoulder all while I tried my hardest to fight back, kicking, punching, and screaming. 

I was thrown onto the ground and the sack was lifted off my head, but not before the two men tied my hands behind my back and my legs together in front of me. “What the hell do you want?” I yelled. 

The men merely stepped away and called someone, their “boss” probably. 

I kept trying to get out of the ropes, occasionally stopping to scream and threaten the men. 

I don’t know how much time passed before I heard footsteps behind me. I tensed up. This is really how I’m gonna die. 

I curled my knees into my chest and tucked my head in, trying to protect vital organs and my face in the case that this boss guy was gonna kick me to death.

The footsteps started again, and I lifted just my eyes to see the clunky leather boots stopped in front of me. 

“We caught her snoopin’ around the corner boss, what do you wanna do with her?” One of the men said.

He crouched down, I didn’t think it was possible to tense my entire body anymore. 

I flinched when my chin was met with cold, hard metal. My eyes widened, it was a gun. He used it to lift my chin, my eyes meeting the man in front of me. 

I let out the biggest sigh I’ve ever let out as my body relaxed. 

“It’s just you.” I said, letting my body slump against the wall. 

He turned his head to the men behind him, “get out of my sight, if you pull this shit again I’ll cut pry your eyes out of your empty heads and feed them to you.” His voice was colder than the metal of the gun. 

The men stuttered over apologies and stumbled out of the room.

The Red Hood didn’t untie me though, he merely crouched before me and cocked his head to the side. 

“Are you insane? Do you know what kind of people live in this area? You’re lucky it was my guys who took you and not some rapist creep.” His words were harsh, his voice dark. 

I smiled sheepishly and shrugged, “I told you I want to work with you. I meant it.” 

He shook his head,  “You are insane” he said, but I could hear a twinge of amusement in his voice.

“Do you mind untying me?” I gave him an innocent look, gesturing to the ropes at my ankles.

He leaned in close, his masked face inches away from mine. An arm made its way around my body and with a swift slice of a knife, he cut the ropes binding me. He repeated the same to the ropes around my ankles. He stood up and then leaned over, wrapping a gloved hand around my arm and yanking me up. 

I yelped at the sudden movement but his hand was firm around my upper arm as he turned me to face him. I stumbled but he kept me upright.

“Why do you want to work with me so desperately?” 

“You’re the only one who truly fights for those less fortunate. The system is corrupted from the inside and frankly, the other vigilantes in Gotham aren’t any better at preventing people from getting hurt.” I said, glancing at the bat insignia on his chest.

He seemed to understand the look and paused before saying, “why do you care?” 

A lump formed in my throat, I swallowed. “I was...hurt. By someone, someone with the money and resources to keep my voice stifled. Seven months ago, you killed him. But not before making sure he suffered like all of his victims. You did what the police, what the courts, couldn’t.” 

The hand that was still around my arm lightened its grip. 

“Who?” His voice softened but I could hear the anger.

“James Holder.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

He cursed, removing his hand from my arm.

“What could you possibly help me with?” He asked.

I looked up at him, a smile forming on my lips as I replied, “I have contacts in the GCPD as well as the D.A’s office, I can get you up to date information on anyone who’s hurting people. I know my way around computers and I can protect you from the GCPD. Let me help you, I won’t let you down.” 

He considered for a moment. “Can you handle it? I’m not Batman, I kill and maim and torture. I have no tolerance for anyone who hurts innocent people. If that scares you-” “It doesn’t, I can handle it. I promise.” I cut in before he could finish. 

I could practically feel his eye roll behind that bucket of a mask.

“Fine. But don’t get in my way, you supply information, communicate with me while I patrol and you stay out of danger’s way do you understand me?” 

I hopped up in excitement and clapped my hands, “yes, yes I understand! Thank you, thank you!” I squealed. 

He let out a breath that I assume was a laugh as he shook his head, muttering to himself, she’s crazy.

Honestly, I think he’s right.

He took his helmet-mask off, ruffling a gloved hand through his hair. 

“When do I start boss? And where exactly am I going to work from?” 

He gave me a pointed look, “don’t call me boss. Jason will do.”

[thelaughtercafe]

Angel

Tea Type: Half and Half (This one was written to vent so it's got a little more hurt towards the beginning than usual)

Potential Triggers: Nonspecific mentions of emotional abuse

Pairing: Duncan/ F!Reader

Length: 1k+

Summary: You and Duncan are both desperately trying to stay awake for the challenge. The lack of filter allows confessions to slip from both of you.

“Ugh I’m starting to go. Can you help keep me awake?”

Duncan looked over and blinked in surprise. You hadn’t spoken much the past weeks save him teasing as he did with most of the girls. You didn’t outwardly encourage it but he could admit he got pleasure out of your flustered reactions to keep it up consistently with no provocation. 

A smirk twitched onto his lips as he moved to where you were sat leaning against a tree trunk a little ways from the main group. 

“Sure thing sweetheart. Tell me what I can do.”

You were already a blushing mess. It’d taken a great deal of courage to even ask but already you were growing meek again.  

“Well I…um…sorry.”

He softened a little after a glance over his shoulder, tugging you to sit behind the tree with him. Everyone was mostly sleeping and this way no-one would see his expressions before he heard them coming in advance. He didn’t want anyone hearing him like this. Hell, he typically wouldn’t ever dream of being like this but the lack of sleep was impairing his judgment. 

“Why do you do that? You constantly apologize for stuff that’s not even your fault. Or without having even done anything wrong at all. It makes you look weak.”

It wasn’t the nicest way to say it maybe but Duncan was trying. 

You looked down to your fidgeting hands and smiled bitterly.

“It’s not exactly a happy reason; but you don’t seem like the kind of guy to pity people so I guess it’s alright if I tell you. Let’s just say my home life wasn’t great. My mom was sick so I was left to do all the chores and such. Her long term boyfriend was quick to put me down and point out the smallest of inadequacies in my efforts.”

You shrugged before looking at the camera across the way and giving it the finger. 

“That’s for you if you’re watching this, dick.”

God, you really were tired. Your filter was gone. Luckily, your attention was shifted to Duncan as he smiled at you and lightly placed his hand on yours.  

“Well I say he’s lucky. If it was me I would’ve stopped doing them altogether. Guy sounds like a real piece of work." 

You turned your gaze to his and he noticed the hint of sadness within. 

"Which is why you’re the strongest person I know. That’s actually the first time I told him to fuck off. After making me spiral into panic attacks, giving me arachnophobia, and making me hate myself it still took me being on the verge of passing out on a reality show talking with a bad boy with a heart of gold to get the courage. Pathetic. isn’t it?" 

Duncan clenched his fists but managed his anger with a breath, trying not to blush at your honesty. 

"Right. You really think of me like that sweetheart?’

The typically antagonistic nickname now sounded sweet. 

You shrugged, finding it much easier to talk when not looking at him as you put your head on his shoulder. 

”‘Course I do. You may act all mean but you want us to win too. I don’t think you’re half as cruel as you pretend to be. You’re here comforting me and keeping me awake aren’t you?“

You yawned and he scoffed, glad you couldn’t see his face as a tinge of pink surely was evident. 

"Could just be doing it to get further in the competition. More chance our team wins if there’s two of us.”

You shrugged. 

“Sure. You could be. But I doubt it. I have a bad habit of only seeing the good in people and ignoring my gut feelings. But here on the island I’ve learned to start listening to it more. And right now it’s telling me you’re a good guy. It always has.”

Duncan sighed and looked down in amusement at you now fully cuddled into his side. He curled an arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer but when he felt your breaths start to slow he ran his fingers along your neck for a moment in warning. 

“Hey. Don’t fall asleep k?”

You jerked in his grip and giggled which made him blink.  

Huh. 

He noted the way you suddenly looked nervous, and the way your face had gone red. In addition to your eyes flicking everywhere looking for escape, a smug smirk crawled across his face. 

“Oh princess~ Got something you wanna tell me?”

He felt you stiffen and you giggled nervously again, clearly jumpy. 

God you were precious. 

“N-No! I just-I-thanks for helping but I-”

As you were about to scramble away he quickly turned to pin you against the tree, easily restraining your wrists over your head with one hand and leering over you.  

“You may as well give it up. I know you’re ticklish. Sure would be a shame if I let you fall asleep now ya know? Time to fulfill your duty to the team like the angel you are~”

Oh God. Time to pretend he didn’t just say that last part. Distract!

“D-Did you just-hey whahahahait!! Duncan!!”

You dissolved into squeals and giggles as his free hand began squeezing along your thighs suddenly regretting wearing shorts.

“You are such a jheheheherk!!”

Glad his moment of softness had been forgotten Duncan easily returned to teasing, feigning innocence.

“Oh? But I thought you were so sure I was a nice guy. Looks like your feelings were wrong. Good thing you have a thing for bad boys huh angel?”

He relished in the way you went even darker and sputtered over your laughter.

“N-No I-what!? That’s-crazy talk!”

“Your blush tells a different story. Plus, I’ve caught you stealing glances all summer. Lucky for you I like good girls just as much. Even called dibs in the boys cabin. Trent almost beat me to you but lucky for me he got more into Gwen around the same time which means you’re all mine if you want to be, angel.”

While he was talking casually his hands were moving easily all over, from your thighs to your hips up to your underarms and then to your neck where he opted to stay, keeping you in steady giggles as he waited for your response. 

You rolled your eyes before smirking back. 

“F-Fhihihine then. Gonna make me fhahahall demon boy?”

He grinned, full of roguish charm as his fingers finally slowed and he released your hands to cup your face in his palms and then seal your promise. 

“Only if you’re sure you’re ready for it sweetheart.”

No-one would find out until a few competitions later; when he got sick of hiding and kissed you so hard you swooned after a win you somehow managed to pull off. 

All insecure thoughts of him caring more about his bad boy image than you were  banished and it suddenly made sense to Courtney and Gwen why the nicknames, however passive aggressive, had stopped. They were all for you.  

Angel was still his favorite of course.

[kimbappykidding]

Imagine liking DK but him being so oblivious he thinks your crush is on Mingyu

You smiled every time you saw DK. You just couldn't help it! He was one of the nicest guys you'd ever met and you fell for him hook line and sinker. It all started the first game night you spent with Seventeen. You were friends with Wonwoo and Mingyu and not being the most social they invited you over. You came rather nervously but DK made you feel at ease immediately. He was friendly, sweet and SO funny. You laughed more that night than you ever had before and that's when you knew you fancied DK. You weren't very good at keeping secrets though and both Wonwoo and Mingyu figured out your crush almost immediately. Wonwoo wasn't too bad, he was quietly supportive and would shoot you small subtle smiles when you and DK had a good interaction...Mingyu on the other hand was so obvious! He'd full-on grin anytime he saw the two of you together and several times DK had caught him staring at you. It was the exact same tonight. You were at an event and Seventeen were there. You were stood with Mingyu by the bar when Dk walked in wearing a suit that nearly made you drop your glass. Mingyu only just managed to catch it and proceeded to tease you for being clumsy. He then slipped and dropped the glass leaving you both wheezing in laughter. Dk looked over and smiled to see you two having fun but had no idea he'd caused it. Then later on you were dancing with a few of the members when a slow song came on. Everyone slowly started pairing up and when you saw Dk was nearby you grabbed Mingyu "dance with me". He heard the panicked tone in your voice and quickly realised why when he saw DK nearby. "Hey DK can you dance with y/n? I need to go see Joshua and she's scared to find a partner". You went bright red and glared at Mingyu. DK nodded and stepped towards you. You sent Mingyu a final glare before turning back to DK with a smile. He was so sweet and even more handsome up close. You could barely look him in the eye and got flustered every time he asked you a question. To make things worse Mingyu was watching you across the hall grinning and giving you the thumbs-up sign. You mouthed something to him, thinking DK hadn't noticed but he did "who was that to?" he laughed and turned. "Ahhh Mingyu" he said and you nodded "yeah he can be so...annoying sometimes". DK nodded "I get that, I can be annoying too". You shook your head "no you're cute and playful he's...very different" with a sigh. DK smiled and nodded. After a few dances, you left to go find Mingyu. He saw you coming and tried to disappear but you followed him. "Oh no you're not going anywhere!" you said grabbing his arm. You smiled at the other idols who passed and then pulled Mingyu to one side "give me three reasons why I shouldn't kill you?". "1. because you know you wanted to dance with him" Mingyu said making you blush. "2. because it was so funny seeing your face and 3. because you pretend to be annoyed by me but you find me adorable..admit it". "I will do no such thing!" you cried but you were smiling. Mingyu nodded "sure looks like it" and booped your nose before moving away. You sighed watching him go when you felt someone beside you and turned to see Dk. "Dk!" you cried "how long have you been there?". "A few seconds" he said "why?" noticing you were bright red. "Did you overhear anything Mingyu and I said?". Dk smiled looking down "don't worry I already know all about that" he said and you froze "you do?". Dk nodded "it's pretty obvious y/n so I've known for a while. Why didn't you tell me how you felt?". You couldn't believe Dk knew all about your feelings for him or how nonchalant he was being. You blushed even more "I wanted to I just didn't know what sort of reaction I'd get". Dk nodded "it's okay, does he know?". "He?" you asked and Dk laughed "yeah Mingyu? The guy you have a crush on! I might not pick up on things easily but it's so clear you're into him". Your eyes widened as you realised that was whom DK meant. "You think I like Mingyu?" you asked laughing. Dk smiled "don't try and deny it y/n! You just admitted it" Dk said. You realised Dk did think you'd done that and if you suddenly changed your mind he'd wonder who you really did like so you sighed. "You got me..." and DK grinned "I knew it!". You laughed nervously at how happy Dk seemed, "you've totally got a good shot! The two of you are always laughing together and I think he really likes you!". "Fingers crossed" you smiled. "So I saw you talking to DK" Mingyu said later and you nodded "yeah about that, he thinks I'm into you and I told him I was to avoid telling him I liked him...do you wanna get a drink?". "Sure!" Mingyu smiled "wait what?". You explained the situation and Mingyu sighed "y/n! That would've been a great time to tell him you liked him". Mingyu carried on "no DK I'm actually into you! That's all you had to say".You groaned "you make it sound so easy!". "Because it is!" Mingyu replied laughing and you groaned "okay but I didn't and so are you going to pick on me or be a good friend?". Mingyu sighed "good friends...but wait what's your plan? Do we have to pretend to be a couple or something?". "Ew gross!" you said without meaning to and then paused "sorry?". "Yes sorry!" Mingyu cried "I'm a great guy y/n". "I know but you and Wonwoo are basically my brothers so it's gross to think anyone finds you attractive". Mingyu laughed "fairs but what do we do? Does this mean you're never going to tell Dk you like him?". You shook your head "no I will tell him one day but I just need more time so him thinking I like you will do just that. It will buy me time". Mingyu nodded "okay sounds good" when Dk appeared. "Hey do either of you know where Jun is?". You both shook your head "why what's up?" you asked. Dk shook his head "he was meant to be splitting a taxi with me but he's disappeared". "Well we can split one with you" you offered and he smirked "nope I think I'll leave the two of you alone" and with a wink he walked away. You sighed "to do god knows what!". A week later you were back around at the Seventeen house but still had no plan. Mingyu had been teasing you about it to no end and you'd spent most of the evening bickering with him playfully. The tall bully left to go to the bathroom which was just enough time for DK to slip into the seat beside you. "So I've been thinking about your situation" he said and your heart immediately began to speed up "you have?". DK nodded "yes and I think I can help you" Dk said smirking and you blanked your mind coming up with so many different scenarios "with Mingyu?" you asked and Dk laughed "yes with Mingyu! You've got it so bad for him you get flustered every time I bring him up". You laughed pretending that was the reason you could never think straight with such a handsome man sat right in front of you "so how can you help me?". "I can help you and Mingyu get together, I know what he likes in girls and I can give you tips. You don't seem to know how to flirt, all you do is glare at him". You tried to stop yourself from laughing but couldn't. "It's true!" Dk said and you smiled "you're right and I'd appreciate any help DK". He grinned "great, how about we meet up tomorrow morning and go for a coffee? I can pick you up from yours at 10?". "Sounds great" you smiled. Dk smiled "great" and then saw Mingyu coming back "gotta go and don't worry I'll keep it a secret" he said winking at you. Mingyu sat back down and smiled "so...why are you bright red?". You met up with DK the following morning despite your best judgement. You knew this couldn't end well. He was literally meeting up with you, to pair you off with his close friends but still you went. Dk got there after you, always slightly late, and smiled when he saw you. You felt your cheeks heat up and thanked your past self for buying a cold drink. "Y/n hey!" Dk said hugging you "it's great to see you, you look fantastic!". There was nothing you could do to stop the blush after that. "Thanks so do you" you managed and DK beamed "thank you this is a new top!" sinking into the seat across from you "so...Mingyu". While you were meant to be there to discuss Mingyu you found yourself just talking for over 2 hours and were pleasantly surprised how natural it felt. You worried, having never met up alone before, this might be awkward or strange but Dk just brought out a happy side in you and you felt like you'd known him all your life. DK seemed to be enjoying himself too and when he saw the time he gaped "y/n it's 1 o'clock! We've been here for 3 hours". You smiled "I know but it barely feels like 1 hour". DK nodded "It does! I never knew scheming was this much fun" and you nodded "yeah let's do this again". DK nodded "totally, how does Tuesday evening sound to you?". So you and DK began meeting up 2 -3 times a week to "talk about Mingyu". When in reality you'd discuss him for 15 minutes and then spend the rest of the time just talking or hanging out. You had so much fun with DK and the meet-ups soon changed from meetings to just hangouts. You'd been mini-golfing and to the cinema and your latest one found you at a bar together. DK claimed you had to go out drinking together seeing as you'd never seen each other drunk and so you agreed. He could've suggested you both travel to Mars and you would've agreed, you were that lost in it. You had tried to subdue your crush on him but had failed spectacularly. Now you found yourself in a bar with the man of your dreams who thought you liked his friend and that wasn't the worst part. There were a group of girls who were clearly also interested in DK. They kept checking their phones and looking at him making you suspect they knew he was a kpop star. Seeing them stare at him made you extremely jealous. You knew this wasn't a date but how did the girls just assume it wasn't? They were making it so obvious too! Any time he went up to the bar they did too. When they walked past one of them "accidentally" stumbled into him to get his attention. DK unsurprisingly was pretty oblivious but as you saw two of them agree to come over your heart sank. They confidently walked up to DK and smiled acting as if you didn’t even exist. "Hey would you like to dance with us?". DK paused confused "me?". "Yeah you!" one of the two laughed "you're hot". DK blushed looking down "oh well I'm not too sure...". "You're from that Kpop group right?" one of the girls asked and you could tell from DK's reaction this wasn't the right thing to say. "Yeah I am..." he said looking crestfallen but the girls didn't notice. "That's so cool we love Kpop" the leader said "and we're great dancers. Why don't we show you?". You could see DK was uncomfortable and felt angry they'd upset him. "Look, do you really think a guy as good-looking, talented, funny and successful would be here on a Friday night without a girl to dance with? He's taken so clear off!". The girls all shot you glares but walked away. DK's eyes flickered to you and back down again "thanks y/n...I hate when girls are only interested in me when they know I'm an idol". You paused "does it happen a lot?". He shrugged "yeah sometimes...it's just shit you know. Not knowing if a girl is asking to dance with you because she actually likes you or because she wants fortune and fame". You shook your head "well I can't imagine anyone who wouldn't just want to dance with you for you" you said "I do". DK smiled "thanks y/n. Mingu is going to be a really lucky guy...when you work up the courage to actually tell him". You laughed along pleased to see DK's smile was back.   There was definitely a chemistry between you and DK but neither of you commented on it and you just kept meeting up weekly to hang out and spend time together. DK still thought you liked Mingyu though and so when it was Mingyu's birthday he decided this would be the night you'd tell Mingyu the truth. You weren't sure why DK thought now was a good time but he was adamant and kept encouraging you to do it from the moment you walked in. "Looking wonderful as ever" DK said coming over to you "actually more than usual, have you been working out?". You blushed smiling "coming from, you are aware I can see your arms in that jacket right?". DK smiled "good come back, now go try it out on Mingyu!" Dk said and you sighed "I need a drink first". "Y/n..." Dk whined and you pouted "I just got here! please Dk! Just one?". Dk couldn't say no to anyone so he agreed to one drink...and one more after that and then another after that until the two of you were pretty tipsy. There were other people around but you and Dk were sat apart from them giggling together. "I don't know why you're so nervous to tell Mingyu" Dk said suddenly turning serious "there's no way anyone would reject you y/n". You shrugged "well you have to say that, you're my friend". "Nope I mean it!" Dk said "there's no way Mingyu will say no so just go ask him". You sighed "don't you get nervous when asking someone out? No matter how many times someone tells you to go for it there's always that voice in the back of your head telling you not to". Dk nodded "yeah I get that but you're beautiful y/n. You're hilarious and so impressive and cool. I can't think of anything more a guy would want and I'm not saying that as your friend but as me". "Really?" you asked and Dk nodded "yes! Y/n you're amazing so just go for it!". "Okay" you nodded and kissed him. Dk had drunk a lot so he didn't work out what was happening for a few seconds. When he did he pulled away "I didn't mean that!". You shook your head "I know but you told me to go for it so I did". "I meant with Mingyu, the guy you like" Dk said laughing "how drunk are you?". "Pretty drunk but not drunk enough to forget who I like...I like you Dk. It's always been you". Dk's smile disappeared as he realised you weren't joking. "But Mingyu...". "I lied" you admitted, "you asked me if I liked Mingyu and I panicked. I wanted to tell you then but I was too scared to and I was such a coward I kept it going for weeks. I'm so sorry for lying to you Dk". "So operation Mingyu and all the stuff we did for that?" Dk asked. "I just did it to spend time with you which I know sounds so weird but I promise I didn't mean for it to be like that" you said. Dk nodded but didn't say anything. 

"Dk?" you prompted him when it went on a while and he looked at you. "Please just say something" you said and he chuckled "I'm just having trouble processing it. You and Mingyu made sense but me and you...". Your stomach sank as he trailed off "so you don't like me?". Dk jumped "are you kidding? You're the most perfect girl I can think of". "I am?" you asked and Dk nodded "of course! Didn't you hear what I said earlier?". You blushed "I did but I wasn't sure if you were being nice". "I wasn't" Dk said "I meant everything I said". You shook your head "wow to hear you say that is amazing". DK smiled to see you blush "I'm really the one you want?" he asked. "The only one I want" you said and kissed him. Dk was ready this time and he didn't pull away. He let himself enjoy the kiss and could tell you meant it. You kissed him like you'd been waiting to do this for ages and when you pulled away you were both grinning. 

The two of you might not have been aware there was anybody else in the world but they rest of the world was aware of you. Wonwoo and Mingyu had been watching and got all the guy's attention. They erupted into cheers and clapping. Dk was embarrassed so he buried his head in your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you. You gladly leant into him and welcomed the embrace. Mingyu gave you the thumbs-up sign and Wonwoo smiled like a proud dad. "They knew?" Dk asked and you blushed "I think everyone knew...I was quite obvious". "Wow I really am oblivious" Dk said and you nodded "you are!". Dk smiled "but I know now" and he gave you a look that sent a shiver down your spine. "You do" you nodded and leaned in once more.

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DK is the most adorable idol and I love him so much 😭😭😭

[consistentlyamess]

Wild Sweetness ⎮ Chapter 1 - Actin' like a sweet car crash

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pairing(s): luca x fem!oc MJ

summary: MJ has just settled in after opening back up a bakery in Chicago when some unexpected news

warnings: not much so far, takes place during and after season 3, 18+ , MDNI, swearing, eventual smut, second chance romance, pining, slowburn, flashbacks in italics, lmk if i missed anything!!

A/N: heeelloo!! this idea has been sloshing around in my head since i watched season 2 and started working on it while waiting for season 3. comments, likes, reblogs are appriciated as always or just come chat at me! And as always 💜💜💜 TY for reading!!!!💜💜💜

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London, 5 years earlier 

Everyone warned her about the harsh English autumn dawns. It would be cold and dark and dewy. And it was. But it was also cosy and quiet and nice. She liked that every now and then a grumpy early bird smiled back at her after she handed them their order, she liked that she had a steady trickle of people for a about an hour before the morning rush flooded in and she liked the thought of being done by 3 pm and still getting to go for a walk or sit in the library and study for her classes. But not all of it was fun. Not all the time anyway. There was always one asshole. And sometimes she could deal with them just fine. With a cold but persistent smile on her face. But sometimes they just struck a nerve. 

‘Hi! Welcome to Crumbly Delights, how can I hel- oh, Marcie, hi!’ 

‘Hello, sweetheart, how are you doing?’ 

‘Oh, I’m good, how are you? Long night?’ 

‘You know it. We’re re-organizing the whole kids book section and it just feels like a never-ending task.’ 

‘Woof, I can only imagine. What can I get ya’ darling? And knock yourself out, it’s on me.’ 

‘Oh, now I can’t possibly accept that!’ 

‘Yes, you can and you will! Come on, don’t break the heart of a generous American. And besides, how many times have you let me stay after closing? Or waived late fees?’ 

‘Alright, alright, just this once. I’ll have a raspberry-vanilla danish and a cappuccino to go then.’ 

‘Atta girl, coming right up!’ she said with a warm smile. She didn’t miss the man who walked in with a serious look on his face. Even though he had this boyish streak to him, his eyebrows somehow made him look like he was perpetually stern and concerned about something. She didn’t pay him any mind until she heard him mutter under his breath. 

‘It is waaaay too early to be this chipper in the morning.’ 

She dealt with assholes every single day. She knew how to take care of them, she knew how not to take it personally. But in front of Marcie was another thing. The nicest, wisest British lady, who saved her on so many lonely nights. Not with her. 

‘Well, fuck you too! You wanna try again?’ she replied with a cutting tone. 

They all froze for a moment. Her, fixing this douche with a glare, Marcie, with rounded eyes and a hand raised in front her mouth in surprise, and the douche with a slight embarrassed blush and mouth moving like a fish’s, stranded on shore. She raised an eyebrow that said, ‘try me you dick’. 

‘Uh, uhm’ he started stammering. ‘Shit, sorry, fuck I-uh, I’m sorry! I’m- i’m a chef and I have early mornings and I never, ever wanted to greet anybody like this, at 5 in the morning. I was taken aback a bit, I think, I’m sorry.’ 

‘I’m not a chef, I just work here and I’m paid to be cheerful and nice with dickheads like you all day. So, if you want to buy something, the least you can do is keep your mouth shut if you din’t have anything nice to say.’

‘We- You’re right. I’m sorry. Everything you just said was right. I’ve had a rough week, which is not an excuse, just an explanation. I’m not usually like this.’ 

‘Apology accepted. So, what can I get you today?’ 

‘I’ll just have a coffee and a croissant. Please.

‘Great, coming right up!’ she said, still with a smile on her face. She shot a ‘this fucking guy’ glance at Marcie and got to work on the on orders.

‘Have great day darling, I hope I’ll see you soon at the library.’ Marcie said as she left. 

‘Oh, don’t you worry, you will! Have a great day Marcie!’ The coffee she was making for the douche (she decided, she’ll just call him that) was ready but she thought she’ll take her time with it. 

‘Alright, here’s the croissant and the coffee, it’ll be 5,50 please.’ 

‘Right’ the douche said. He started searching for change in his pocket and she was somewhat ashamed to admit that the flustered haze pleased her a little bit. He eventually put a 10 pound bill on the counter. ‘Here.’ She started looking for change before he said: 

‘No, no-no, I don’t want the change, sorry. I was a dick and this is the least I can do.’ 

‘Well, thank you.’ She started to feel a little bad now. ‘I’m sorry that I snapped at you. It is early and even though you were being a dick, I shouldn’t have.’ 

‘Given the circumstances I think you were remarkably merciful. So, again, sorry, uhm Ma-’ he was looking at her nametag. 

‘Oh, Marjolaine. It’s French. But no one really calls me that.’ 

‘Really? It’s a beautiful name.’ 

‘You already gave me a tip, you don’t have to keep buttering me up. You’re forgiven.’ 

He chuckled at that. 

‘I actually think it’s a beautiful name. And I’m honestly surprised you didn’t spit in my coffee. The servers I worked with definitely would’ve done that.’ 

‘Well, you would’ve seen me do that. Sue us for healthcode violations or just never come back here. Can’t really risk losing business here.’ 

‘Oh, I definitely would’ve come back. Even with the spit, my conscious will only be clear, if i can leave you a tip like three more times’ 

It was now her turn to chuckle a little bit. 

‘Are all chefs such smooth talkers?’ 

‘Most of them are- how should I put this? They do tend to find some enjoyment in uhm, smooth talking and conquests.’ 

She blew raspberries as she laughed in surprise.

‘Conquests? Where are you from? The 1800s? You guys fuck the servers. Everybody knows this since the Kitchen Confidentials, there’s no need to be coy about it.’ 

‘You Americans and your straightforwardness.’ 

‘You guys and your weird prudishness.’ 

‘Well, this is where the Victorian values started. Also, not all chefs shag anything that moves. Pastry chefs generally tend to be a little more tender.’ 

‘Ah, pastry chef, huh?’ 

‘Yup, a late one at that. I better get going.’ He started leaving and she found herself wanting to say something that would make him stay. Almost as if hearing her thoughts, he turned back before stepping out. 

‘I’m Luca by the way. If you’re ever in the neighbourhood, come check out the Mimosa, my treat. Have a nice day.’ 

‘Thanks, you too.’

Chicago, Present day

The first time MJ moved into the small apartment above the bakery she immediately fell in love with the kitchen. It was probably the biggest space in there, wide counters, big fridge, small pantry that definitely made up for the lack of a bathtub. But the absolute knockout had to be the fact that it had not one but two windows. On two different sides making sure that sunshine and light could always get in. A far cry from the gloomy little London apartment she used to have. A far cry even from her first Chicago apartment from like two years ago. Coming back to the States was difficult enough, feeling like she had to start everything over at almost thirty. But there was something about the kitchen and the curtains with the small flower print that immediately had her heart. After moving in, the first thing she did was bake a peach pie. After the frenzy of moving, the uncertainties of starting a new job - the only thing she could think of at that moment, finally stopping after a gruelling month, was baking something. Nothing was unpacked, boxes filled nearly every surface area. Except for the kitchen. Getting ready to bake back then involved setting up her workspace for the first time, which finally filled her with some excitement. Feeling the space, deciding where the pots and pans should go, which drawer should store the cutlery, the cutting boards, the napkins and the clean towels - almost a form of meditation. Peach pie was always the first thing she baked in every new oven she came across. The baking of the crust gave her a general idea about times and temperatures, hot and cold spots in the oven, if it came out burnt or underdone was maybe even better if it turned out perfectly. Gave her more information. The peach had to get a little colour but not too much for it not to get mushy, the sugar or honey glaze on top browning a little but too much. 

She’s made a lot of peach pies since then but none of them felt like this. It was frenetic, hurried, it felt more like something she had to do, not so much something she wanted to do. She was always messy but this went over anything she’s ever done before. Flour everywhere, some eggshell made it into the better, trying to roast the peaches a little turned into burning them quite badly. She huffed and puffed and just couldn’t get her mind to shut off. Her hands weren’t cooperating because she wasn’t really paying that much attention and she knew it. She knew it and hated it. The tense muscles, the tightly shut jaw, her breath in her throat that just would not go deeper, the shakiness of her exhales, the headaches she gets when she can’t relax her face for too long. Everything went on autopilot but that also seemed to be glitching.

Even hours later, running errands, stepping into the bakery to help out, nothing worked. It was stupid. Down right idiotic, really, if she wants to be honest. Which she doesn’t, hence her current predicament. Pacing up and down in the kitchen, waiting for Sophie to finish her shift. Curses being murmured, no use for that of course, but still. She’s hoping that maybe if they keep coming out in these strings, maybe she’ll exorcize something, that maybe the tightness of her chest and the grip of her stomach will eventually go away. Maybe a miracle will strike and she’ll get out of this.  A long shot for sure but which one of us hasn’t hoped for one in times like these? 

‘You okay, boss?’ Sophie asks, finally wandering back to the kitchen. She noticed it earlier for sure but not wanting to hit a nerve, she ignored it. Also hoping that whatever was going on would sort itself out, that she would sort it out, which she somehow always managed to do. Apparently not this time. MJ contemplates for a minute, with a long sigh, with arms wrapping around herself. Cuticles and nails long gone due the anxious gnawing and tearing she’s been keeping at for the last two weeks. 

‘Hm? Oh, yeah, sorry, I’m- you know just-’ 

‘Okay’ Sophie interjected, putting the plates in her hand down. ‘Look, I wasn’t gonna say anything ‘cause maybe it’s none of my business but what the fuck is going on?’ 

She should’ve seen this coming for sure. Sophie always figured it out. She’s been with her since they started the renovations, through the opening, through money troubles, through broken fridges and missed deliveries. If she was being honest, Sophie was as close to best friend as she managed to have in her adult life. She absolutely should’ve known that there was no way of hiding this from her. 

‘Jesus Margo, you’re starting to scare me.’ 

‘I- fuck me! It’s not a scary thing, I promise, it’s just’ Everything comes out in huffs, in between heavy breaths and she kind of hates it. ‘Okay’ steadying breath, palms pressing into the cold metal of the counter while Sophie stays there, waiting. 

‘Do you remember that guy I told you about? The one I met in London?’

‘Sexy pastry chef guy. Of course I remember, still haven’t shown me a picture.’ 

‘Well, you’re in luck. You can see for yourself in, like, 2 days.’

‘What?!’ Sophie’s voice rises, along with her eyebrows, eyes growing big and she simply cannot blame her. ‘But, wait- that’s-’ The wheels are turning and she’s patient. She‘d much rather Sophie put it together for herself than her having to spell it out anyways. ‘No. Are you kidding me?! Sexy pastry chef guy is Luca?’ 

‘Yeah.’ 

‘Luca, from Copenhagen.’ 

‘Yup.’ 

‘Marcus’s mentor, who, I’m still not sure he’s not in love with, Luca?’

‘Yeah, Sophe, that’s all him.’ 

‘But- What?! How’s that even possible? Why the hell didn’t you say anything?’

‘I just- I don’t know, okay? When Marcus first mentioned him when I was too shocked and I couldn’t say anything and then I kept not saying anything while we became friends, thought it would be really weird, and then suddenly almost a year passed and I thought, well, now it would be really fucking weird to say anything and I just kept on not saying anything and then Marcus said he was visiting and- I don’t know, it all just got away from me a little.’ 

‘No shit.’ Sophie can’t even be mad. The fear and the sadness that settled into her MJ’s eyes is more than enough for her to know that this is not the time for scoldings you could’ve told mes and the like. ‘Again, how’s that even possible?’ she asks, still wanting to understand at the very least. 

‘It’s not that complicated, really. I was in London for two years during college, with a scholarship. We met there, my scholarship ran out, he got Noma, I moved back here, he went to Copenhagen and we broke up not too long after that.’ Still vague, still no details, still hesitant and a little closed off. Sophie nods. Not the time for prodding either. 

‘Do you want to close up, get really drunk and continue this after?’ 

‘Absolutely, I do.’ 

‘Good.’ 

***

After going through the motions, closing up shop, it’s still just 7PM. Perks of running a bakery. 

‘Is it okay to ask how you see this playing out?’ Sophie finally chimes over her third glass of Pinot. 

‘No fucking clue.’ They both laugh because this is ridiculous. Absolutely hysterical.

‘Maybe he doesn’t even remember me, you know? It’s been a while.’ 

‘Yeah, fat fucking chance of that happening.’ 

‘Yeaaaah, I’ll just have to suck this one up, I think.’ 

‘You still could just talk to Marcus, you know? Tell him not to bring him to the bakery or work something out, change shifts, bring him when you’re not there. Or you can still just get the fuck away. Make an excuse about someone’s cat dying or whatever.’

‘Sure, not suspicious at all. Also Marcus is so excited. And it’s already eating me up that I didn’t tell him earlier.’

‘How has he not figured it out though? Luca, I mean, not Marcus. Your name is a pretty huge giveaway. It’s not like there are a shit ton of Marjolaines running around Chicago.’

‘Well, Luca never knew that I ended up in Chicago. When I moved back, I went back to San Francisco. It wasn't until a couple of months that Dylan called me about the bakery. And as for the name, Marcus was the one who started calling me MJ. My best guess is he calls me that with him too and he ever felt the need to explain how that happened.’

‘Right.’ They fell silent for a while. MJ loved these nights. Hanging around for a couple more hours, for a couple more drinks. The bakery was closed, but the smells still lingered. The sweetness of vanilla, the fattiness of butter, the slight bitterness of cooked or baked fruit, lights out, most of it leaking out from the kitchen and seeping in from the streets. Lower, softer, warmer twinkles that would only stop the hardest of stone-cold hearts from opening up a little. Even now, when the jig was up and she had to actually face what was coming her way, which did kind of feel like watching a car crash in slow motion.

‘Is it okay if I ask questions about him?’ Sophie asked eventually.

MJ just nodded, eyes a little hazy. Of course she can. When, if not know? Memories being stirred up and tongue loosening from the wine. She still appreciates it. The checking in, the earnestness and caution of this younger generation.

‘How long were you guys actually together?’

‘About two and a half years.’ 

‘Did you love him?’ 

‘Shit, Sophe, big fucking questions tonight.’ 

‘Sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just- you never talk about him. And until now I thought it was because it was just kind of a fling or something. Hot pastry chef, college years, you know, the works. But seeing you now, I’m starting to think it might have been the opposite.’ 

‘Meaning?’ 

‘You know what I mean, bitch.’ Sophie pushed her shoulder a little and a laugh spilled out of her despite the ache in her chest that not even the wine could dull down.

‘It’s been such a long time. But yeah, yeah, I loved him.’ 

Sophie just hummed. 

‘Why did you guys break up?’ 

MJ just groaned as if she pulled a muscle she didn’t really use. 

‘Can I plead the fifth on that one? Just for tonight. It’s a long and sad story and-’

‘Hey, of course, you don’t have to explain.’ 

‘Okay, look!’ she slammed her glass down, turning towards her, wine splashing up on either side. ‘We can do this, alright? ‘ I’m sure Marcus will understand, and as for that douchebag-’

‘He’s not a douchebag.’ 

‘Well, he fumbled you, so he will have to try and prove that to me. So. As for that douchebag, you can handle it, and I’ll be here with you, the whole time. How long is he staying?’ 

‘I don’t know, I didn’t have follow-up questions.’ 

‘Nevermind, it doesn’t even matter, we’ll get through this, okay?’ 

MJ nodded. Sophie’s confidence was moving but she wasn’t nearly as sure of that as she was.

[candycandy00]

do you have any scary stories, experiences, etc from living in Appalachia 👀👀

I have a few! (This was such a fun ask, thank you, anon!)

First of all, let me get a couple of things out of the way: 1.) I don’t believe in ghosts/the supernatural, so keep that in mind. 2.) Movies like Wrong Turn make “mountain folk” or “hillbillies” seem frightening but they’re actually some of the nicest, most welcoming and helpful people I’ve ever met. If you get lost in the mountains they’d be absolutely delighted to help you. They’d invite you to dinner too. It’d probably be squirrel gravy but still.

That being said, I can talk about a few things. The first is a local legend. There’s a tiny little place very close to where I live called Graveyard Hollar (if you know anything about Appalachia, you’ve heard of “hollars”, which are little roads going into the mountains, many not even paved, where small neighborhoods are - I myself live in a hollar). It’s literally within walking distance from my house. Graveyard Hollar itself goes up a pretty steep mountain, and at the top is a very old cemetery (hence the name). Leading down from the cemetery, and going all the way down to the main hollar before you begin going up to Graveyard Hollar, is a small waterfall that stays dry unless it rains. 

All my life, I’ve heard wild stories about Graveyard Hollar and that waterfall in particular (because driving along the main hollar takes you right by the waterfall). I’ve heard there’s a werewolf that lives there (yes really). Apparently a guy with a convertible said it jumped into his car as he drove by the waterfall and tried to kill him. Who was the guy? Well a friend of a cousin of a boyfriend, of course!  

The most prevalent story about the waterfall, however, is that if you stop your car right in front of it and cut the engine (which will leave you in total darkness - there’s no streetlights in hollars!), you’ll see two glowing green orbs dancing around. If you let your window down, they’ll fly into your car and go home with you. Legend has it that two young lovers killed themselves there by jumping from the top of the waterfall to their deaths, and the green orbs are their spirits. 

As a kid, this was a popular “test of courage”. Every time I had a sleepover, I’d get my older brother to drive me and my friends to the waterfall and stop there, cutting the engine to look for the green orbs. I never saw them, but one time a friend in the car with us suddenly started screaming as if she’d seen something horrifying and wouldn’t stop screaming until we got home. She swore she saw the lights. 

Supposedly it gets wild on Halloween night. A guy who lives near there would never leave the hollar on Halloween. He said no one could pay him enough to drive by that waterfall on Halloween. He was a bit odd though. 

There’s a place nearby called Red Cedar, which is at the top of a mountain. It’s stunning, with a pack of friendly wild horses running around up there. Most of it is only accessible via atv type vehicles. My brother and his wife go up there all the time to have picnics and feed the horses and pick raspberries. If you want to see some gorgeous scenery photos of the mountains and horses, hit me up! 

Anyway, like I said he goes up there all the time and they’ve pretty much explored every trail. But one day he and his wife found a trail they’d never seen before. They decided to follow it, and after traversing some very rough and dangerous terrain (at one point nearly riding off a cliff), they found a very strange place. It was marked off by rope, and once they went inside, they found these very odd lanterns sitting around everywhere. I’m including pictures because these things are eerie. There was also a strange metal table right in the center of the area (my mom said “that’s where they do the sacrifices” lol). You have to understand this is an extremely remote area that was almost impossible to reach and took them a long time to get there.

Okay, this story is about a scary human encounter, which to me is much more frightening because humans are real. And I actually witnessed this and was involved. 

My mom and I live in a house. Behind us is a mountain. In front of us is a creek, then more land, then another mountain. Directly across the creek from our house is a piece of property we own. My brother and his wife and son lived there for a while. At this point their son was around six or seven, and he stayed at our house a lot. My brother worked the night shift in a coal mine. 

So let me set the scene: it was a warm summer night, around 9pm. My nephew was spending the night with me and my mom. My brother was at work and his wife, my sister in law, was home alone. Me, my mom, and my nephew were sitting on the porch in rocking chairs (this is something country folk absolutely love). From our porch, we could see my sister in law across the creek step out on her porch to smoke. Now, we’re close enough that if we yelled, she could hear us, but we couldn’t have a conversation. So her son yells at her, she waves, and then he says he wants to call her. So he does. 

After talking to his mom for a few minutes, he hands the phone to mom, so they start talking. Now, next door to where my brother lived, there’s a small car wash. It’s really out of place because there are no other businesses nearby but oh well. It has an old pop machine (soda machine to you city folk) that’s always well stocked, and my sister in law often walked over to get a pop. On this night, we watched her walk over to the car wash, her cordless phone at her ear as she kept talking to mom. But before she could get her pop, she noticed something strange and decided to check it out. Someone was in the car wash owner’s truck, and it wasn’t him. She’d stumbled upon someone breaking into the truck and trying to Hotwire it. 

Against all logic, she yelled out “Hey! What are you doing?” And the guy climbed out of the truck. We could see him from our porch. This guy was freakishly tall, very thin and gangly, had long dark hair, and wore a dirty trench coat. He was creepy as fuck! 

My sister in law ran, back toward her house, and the guy ran after her! From our porch we watched him chase her. My mom was still on the phone with her, screaming “hurry! Run! He’s right behind you!” Also keep in mind her son was watching all this and losing his mind. The poor kid was screaming bloody murder. 

Somehow, she made back to her house and locked the door just in time. We watched him bang on her door, try to pry it open, etc. Her son was still screaming. Then all at once, the guy apparently noticed us. His head turned sharply toward where we were on the porch, and then he started running toward us! He ran straight down into the creek! 

I ushered my screaming mom and nephew inside and locked the door. The last thing I saw before closing it was the guy climbing up out of the creek on our side. After locking up and getting my gun, I looked out the windows on all sides and saw nothing. I called the police and after much begging they agreed to send a car out to check things out. That was over 15 years ago and we’re still waiting. 😑

That’s all I can think of at the moment. Aside from alarming animal encounters (like seeing bears, bobcats, packs of coyotes, snakes, etc.).

[soccerwag]

Could you write a blurb about Pablo Torre confessing to you/first kiss with him please 💙

Ahhh yes🫶🏼😮‍💨 I love Pablo torre I wish more people wrote about him.

Summary: You and Pablo had been friends since you could remember, your families were close and so you basically spent your whole childhood and teen years with him. You guys were hanging out at his place one night when he suddenly confessed he has feelings for you, this leading into your first ever kiss.

Warnings: None.

Currently me and Pablo were sitting on his couch. I had agree to come and hangout after he told me he was bored. It wasn’t weird, me and him have been friends since we were practically out of the womb. I enjoyed his company and he enjoyed mine, well at least I assume or he wouldn’t hangout with me.

Pablo was scrolling through Netflix. He had told me he wanted to watch a movie but he’s been scrolling through Netflix for at least 20 minutes now, he’s also acting awfully weird today.

“Pablooooo, I’m hungry do you still have frozen pizza in the freezer?”

I was so hungry I could feel my body practically eating me from the inside out.

“Yeah but it’s only cheese.” He told me, not even sparing me a glance.

“That’s fine I just need to feed my hungry stomach before there is nothing left of me.” I said laughing.

I got up and walked to his kitchen. I loved his kitchen. It was a lot bigger than mine and had the nicest granite countertops.

I opened the freezer and pulled out the last pizza. I couldn’t wait to devour this. I turned on the oven to preheat while I removed the pizza from the box.

Surprisingly enough I finally heard something get turn on, on the TV. It was beauty and the beast, my favorite princess movie. Pablo and I used to watch it all the time in my bedroom when we were younger. I always loved the movie and the meaning behind it.

I waited for like 10 minutes and the oven beeped notifying it was ready for me to place the pizza inside so I grabbed the pizza and placed it on the stove racks before shutting the stove.

I set a timer on the clock and walked back to the living room where I found Pablo contently watching the movie. I had to admit Pablo had an amazing side profile.

“Take a picture it will last longer dweeb.” He chuckled a little.

“Never, I wouldn’t want a picture of a think like you in my phone ever, well besides your baby pictures where you had food all over your face.” I said jokingly. For some reason he looked a little hurt by it but I brushed it off thinking I read his emotions wrong.

I contently watched the remainder of the movie, that was until I heard my timer go off. Pablo had fallen asleep on my shoulder so I slightly shrugged him off so I could get up and take the pizza out.

I walked to the kitchen once I freed my body from Pablo and put on the oven mitt. I heard footsteps coming to the kitchen.

I placed the pizza on the stove and began to cut it, well until I felt arms snake around my waist.

“You know hermosa, you look really beautiful today.” I felt him lay his chin on my shoulder.

“Pablo what are you doing? And thank you”I was so confused why he was being so weird today.

“Y/n I really like you, I’ve liked you for so long and I can’t hide it any longer.” He said after turning me around to face him.

I was shocked. I didn’t know how to react so I froze. I’ve never been in a relationship nor has anyone ever confessed having feelings for me…

I saw pablo start to panic.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said tha-“

I cut him off by kissing him. I was shocked by my own actions but it felt so right.

He was taken aback at first but slowly kissed me back. We kissed for a minute or two before I pulled away for air.

“I like you too pablo.”

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Guardian angel; Matt Murdock x teen daughter reader

*Author’s note*

Okay this little idea randomly popped into my head over the weekend so I decided to post it up here and see what you all think. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, we NEED MORE DAREDAD FICS!!! Seriously this man DESERVES happiness *ted talk over*

Now the way I picture this fic is like PRE S.1 like just before the events of the first episode of the series. The early days of Matt being daredevil or in this case the Man in the Mask aka the Devil of Hell’s kitchen. 

Warnings: fluff, some angst, teen pregnancy (protection was used but remember kids wrap it before you tap it), some chaotic religious aspects shown but not acted upon, 

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@queensdivas​

@queen-paladin​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@gay-and-ready-to-cry​

@austynparksandpizza​

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I knew I couldn’t hide this forever.  It was only a matter of time before he got too suspicious or worse found out about me and Austin’s…..I took a heavy breath as I bounced my leg anxiously and rubbed my hands over my face.

I heard my phone rang and across the screen was my favorite picture of Austin playing his acoustic guitar and my name for him flashed across the screen, “The King” with three heart emojis and a king emoji.  He was asking for a Facetime which I accepted.

“Hi baby.”

“There’s my best girl.” I blushed as I ducked down.

“You know what that nickname does to me.”

“And I’ll still say it an infinite amount of times just to see you get flustered every time.”

Austin Callahan, probably one of the cutest boys at St. Maria’s Catholic School.  Captain of the swim team and the basketball team, honor student, and the nicest guy in the world who loves listening to Elvis music as well as all the oldies rock and roll? Could there be any other dream guy?

Not only that but we had been friends since we started our High school year until just last year at homecoming, he admitted to having feelings for me as he gave me a handmade rose he made from one of the napkins (I still have it to this day in my pencil cup on my desk at home).  From there our romance began to shine.

Of course being in a relationship, there was no hiding it from my dad.  Well when your dad is a lawyer like Matthew Murdock of “Nelson & Murdock” obviously you can’t hide anything from him.  Believe me I’ve tried in the past and he finds out every time.

Which is why I’ve taken up residence at my all-time bff Maddie’s place.  It’s not much (Hell’s kitchen never is) but it’s home, nevertheless.  The reason why I’m sleeping over at my friend’s house almost indefinitely is because—I’m pregnant.  Yep, 17 years old and I’m pregnant just short of a month and a half.

Past couple of weeks I’ve been getting really sick, like even just the smell of Hell’s kitchen’s smog is enough to make me puke my guts out.  I also began to realize that I hadn’t gotten my period yet.  So one day after school with Maddie at my side, we went to the local doctor’s office, told them about my symptoms and my late period and after some blood work and a pregnancy test, I came back positive.

Austin was the first person to tell and he was shocked at first but he took me by the hands, looked me in the eye and swore to me that he wasn’t gonna leave me like his daddy did him and his mama.  I was at least thankful to God above that I had the support of my friends and Austin, but the biggest hurdle was yet to come. My dad.

My dad is not just a Man of the Law, he’s also a Man of God. Not like holy religious that he beat the script of every verse of the Bible into me, or told me everyone is a sinner and everyone is going to Hell should they not repent (thank God).  But he did raise me to be a good Catholic girl ever since my mom died of cancer when I was only 2 years old.

He told me to always be aware of my surroundings, know the temptations, and don’t let anyone take advantage of you.  And just like that I gave into temptation and now I paid the price (before you say it YES we did use protection).

“How you feeling sweetheart? You ducked out of Chemistry class pretty quick.”

“I’d rather not relive that. I tried so hard to keep it in but that crap that Hilary was wearing as perfume became too much. I mean really there’s a reason why you don’t put on perfume in a classroom especially in a chemistry class. Can’t perfume catch fire or something?”

“Some can. But that scent she claimed she bought from Paris, she’d be a human candle if she got one knick of a Bunsen burner.” I laughed and said.

“Maddie gave me the homework for that class, god I still don’t get how you can understand all that stuff.”

“It’s not that hard really. I mean, we found good chemistry right?” I rolled my eyes and told him.

“That has literally got to be the worst cheesy pickup line I’ve ever heard.”

“Can’t blame me if I’m crazy positive about you.”

“Stop!” I whined as he laughed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I swear I’m done now.” He said through his adorable laughter.  “So you at Maddie’s again?”

“Yep. Thankfully my dad seems to buy into the fact that we’re doing a project together for history class and I just keep falling asleep here.”

“Wait but didn’t you guys finish that project last week?”

“Yeah but my dad don’t need to know that.”

“Babe. How long are you gonna hide your pregnancy from him?”

“I was thinking….maybe by the time our kid’s out of high school?” he raised his brow at me. “Okay, okay fine! I’ll…..I’ll tell him tomorrow after school. Will—will you be there with me?”

“Anything to take the tension off. It took two to tango after all. Plus I met your dad before, I know he’ll be okay with this.”

“I just….” I trailed off looking down at the ground sadly.

“What? What is it (Y/n)?”

“What if he doesn’t?”

“Babe…..”

“No, no Austin just—just listen for a second. Sure my dad’s cool, he’s a kickass upcoming lawyer. He’s not embarrassing, he’s not overbearing when it comes to us being Catholic, but what if he doesn’t want me anymore? Teenage pregnancies are frowned upon and as soon as I start really showing the signs, those hens are gonna cluck.”

“Then let them cluck. It’s not any of their business. This is about us, about you. Our child. Yes we’re still kids and yeah we’re still in school just about to get into adulthood, this is our life. If you still want to have this baby, I’m in. But if you change your mind down the line, I’ll support that too. Because we’re in this together baby girl.”

“How did I ever get so lucky to get you as my boyfriend?”

“Believe me, if anyone’s lucky it’s me. How I ever managed to convince you to be my girlfriend is a miracle that only the good Lord knows.” I smiled and said to him.

“Goodnight king.”

“G’night pretty mama.” He couldn’t help but say in his best Elvis impression.  I smiled and kissed my hand before blowing him a kiss and he did the same for me before winking at me and we ended the facetime call.

“I swear the way you two talk to each other makes me want to puke out butterflies and rainbows.” Maddie’s voice said.  I turned and she came in with some tomato soup, saltine crackers and pickles.

Another strange thing during my pregnancy is that every now and then I’m getting these cravings for the weirdest shit.  Like just the other day, I had sliced orange slices as a side dish for my mashed potatoes and everyone knows how much I loathe oranges (even the smell of them has made me gagged for years).  And yet I needed them, or I guess the baby needed them.

“Well that is if your strange food combos don’t make me first. You know how I’ve hated even looking at pickles.”

“I know I’m sorry. But you’re the best for getting some for me.” I said as I took a sliced pickle and put it between two crackers and ate it like a sandwich.  Maddie gagged and turned away as she turned on her tv and switched it to MTV to see our favorite show Ridiculousness was on.

“Ohhh I love this one with Sage. The Jeremy category makes me die everytime!” I exclaimed.

“I know right! But you also can’t beat when Ryan Sheckler came on the show and the animal stalkers category. That cat one still makes me think it was a weeping angel.”

“Right!? I swear all cats are the weeping angels familiars. I don’t care what any whovian says prove me wrong.” I said after slurping up my soup.

“So were you like for real about not telling your dad about the baby?” I dropped my spoon back into the bowl and set the tray aside.

“I thought you said you’d work on your snooping in on other people’s phone calls?”

“I did but when it’s a call this serious about my future godchild, I should have some say in it. And Austin’s right, you gotta tell your dad.”

“I know I should but…..do you remember what happened when Katelyn first came out as bisexual. Her parents completely disowned her and now she’s living with her cousin MJ in Queens. I got no other family to go to, what if my dad isn’t cool with…..I mean yeah I’ll have Austin and you but—”

“I get it. Really I do. I’ve seen how close you and your dad are, hell I’d trade my dad for yours any day.” I playfully shoved her.

“Your dad’s sweet.”

“Yeah sweet like a fly buzzing around me every second. Constantly in my business, wanting to look through my phone, I swear he’s the definition of a helicopter parent.” I looked down as I placed my hands over my lower abdomen where the baby was slowly growing.  “Hey,” Maddie wrapped an arm around me and I looked up at her, “Your dad loves you. He’s not like those crazy parents we’ve seen that come to preach about the Lord’s will or the End of the world. He won’t give up on you, I can just feel it.”

“I hope your right Maddie. I really hope so.” I looked at the clock and saw that it was just after 10:30pm.  “I’m getting kinda sleepy, think I’ll turn in for the night.”

“Yeah I’m gonna head to bed myself. Night (n/n).”

“Night Mads.” We hugged each other and she went across the hall into her room while I snuggled into my bed in her sister’s room (she had left for college in LA so it’s been used as a guestroom) and tried to get some sleep.

Time ticked by and while I was asleep and my eyes were shut, my brain was just buzzing with so many thoughts, fear and anxiety.  I got up from the bed and opened up the window that was near the fire escape and decided I needed some fresh air.

The cold autumn night wind blew over my thin pajama bottoms.  I almost wish I had grabbed a hoodie or her sister’s old fleece blanket before scaling up onto the roof.  I sat along the edge and just stared out into the city as I listened to the sounds of the sirens that passed by, the occasional stray dog barking or people shouting at each other.

“A bit cold to be up here by yourself.” A voice said behind me. I jumped out of my skin and was surprised to see the latest vigilante that had been rumored to be running around Hell’s kitchen.

Unlike the Avengers, this man is said to be brutal against his enemies.  Unleashing his untamable wrath on the scum of Hell’s Kitchen but he never kills them (if you ask me from some of stories I hear, I’m surprised they aren’t dead).

The upper half of his face was covered with a black mask with no holes for his eyes.  Seriously how is he able to see through that material? His whole attire was black with a skin-tight black shirt showing off every bit of muscle on his upperbody, thick black pants and black combat boots.

“Coming from the guy wearing a skin-tight t-shirt.”

“You’ve got a quick wit.”

“Smart-mouth Murdock some of the kids call me at school. That’s why I’m co-Captain of the debate team.”

“Co-captain? I would assume you’d be captain.”

“Well there’s always someone clever than you, not to say he isn’t a good captain but he can be an asshole at times.” He turned to me. If I could see under the mask, I’d assume he’d be judging me for my foul language.  “Pardon my French.”

“I’ve heard worse. Mind if I sit?”

“I’d assume you’d be out there knocking out bad guys. You know kicking ass and taking names.” He let out a scoffed chuckle.

“I prefer not to take names. That’s one difference between the Avengers and me. I would prefer my name to not be publicly known. Not for my sake but for the people around me.”

“I get that.” I replied softly.  “I mean look at Captain America. He shouldn’t even bother with a mask cause everyone knows his name. And don’t get me started on Stark’s public announcement, “I am Iron-man”. No wonder why those aliens came for us if the heroes are publicly announcing to the world ‘hey we’re the big and strong Avengers and you can’t do anything about it’. And next thing you know BAM! Aliens are flying in kamikaze style and nearly blowing us all to hell.”

“A bit cynical for one so young.”

“Sorry. I get snippy and cynical when I’m anxious or stressed.”

“And why’s that?”

“I—” I trailed off.  He slowly scooted closer to me and said to me in a soft assuring manner.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine. But I’ve been told I’m a pretty good listener. Plus with the mask you won’t get any judgmental looks from me.” I picked at my nails as well as stroking my lower abdomen with my pinkie and ring fingers.

“The whole aspect of catholic guilt it—it’s eating me alive.”

“Catholic guilt?”

“You don’t want to hear this. This is just dumb teenage drama that all adults try to pin us with even when we’re going through some really hard and tough shit. It’s not always just teenage drama we have our own problems that you folks don’t seem to get and—” I went on a ramble until I felt him ground me by placed a hand on top of my shoulder.

“Hold on now, take a deep breath.” I turned to him and even through his black mask, I could almost feel the gentleness of his eyes as he had his body fully turned to me, giving me his full attention.  I slowly but sharply breathed in through my nose before exhaling shakily.

I did this a couple more times until they became deep, steady breaths.

“There we go. I could hear your heart racing erratically and you were on the verge of a panic attack.”

“You—can you really hear a person’s heartbeat? Or are you just messing with me?”

“It’s a long story but I have enhanced senses that allows me to hear better than most.”

“Wow. That is both dope and freaky at the same time.”

“I apologize if it’s invasive. I don’t mean to do it on purpose.”

“Call me crazy but I believe you.” A slight smile came at the corner of his lips.

“So shall we get back to that spill on catholic guilt?” I bowed my head.

“I was kinda hoping you’d forget about that.”

“I don’t mean to push. But I just feel like you want to talk to someone about this. Someone who isn’t a friend.”

“It’s……my dad.”

“Your dad? Wait he—he doesn’t hurt you, does he?”

“No nothing like that. He’s the best. I swear he’s like my best friend, well after Maddie but still he’s sweet, he’s caring, he’s compassionate. He raised me all by himself for so long that I—I’m afraid he won’t be with me anymore.”

“I’m sorry. I mean eventually we all have to die at some point in our lives. But I’m sure that won’t be for a long, long time for your dad. Unless he’s—”

“I’m not talking about losing him to old age or cancer. I’m talking about that he’ll never speak to me again!” I snapped.

God this pregnancy already has got me so antsy that even the slightest thing in my already stressed out mind, can make me explode. He froze in his spot and it looked like his body was tense at my sudden outburst.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered burying my face into my hands.  “The truth is I—I found out just a week ago, that I’m…..I’m a month and a half pregnant with my boyfriend’s baby.”

If I could see under his mask, I’d bet his eyes are bulging out from underneath the satin material.

“Yeah. Pregnant at 17. Go ahead and make assumptions, call me names.”

“You’re sitting next to a guy who goes around wearing a skin-tight shirt and a mask that beats up bad guys late at night. As far as I’m concerned, I am the last person who should be judging you.” He adjusted in his spot as he asked me, “Does the father know?” I nodded.

“Yeah. He was the first person to find out after my best friend. And he’s been nothing but supportive. Even though we’re just about to graduate high school, he’s willing to help out with anything.”

“It’s just you’re afraid to tell your own father about your pregnancy.”

“Don’t get me wrong he’s a great guy. Like I said never once raised a hand to me, was fair in his punishments when I needed them. And he’s not like those so called ‘preachers of God’ that you see out in the streets proclaiming the Lord’s Will and the End of the world. But—he always told me to be careful especially around boys.”

“Were you careful?”

“Yes! Austin had the condoms and everything! But it still happens you know.”

“No I know. I remember my days in health class.” I shook my head shamefully.

“I just…..it’s always just been me and my dad. My whole life he’s always been there for me. Whenever life got tough, no matter how busy he was, he always took the time to check up on me. Even if it’s just a quick hug or a peck on the nose before calling me his ‘guardian angel’. What if—what if he hates me? Or decides I’m not his sweet guardian angel anymore but a shameful harlot of Lucifer?”

Tears stung behind my lashes and I harshly tried to wipe them away but that caused them to start falling down my face.  I curled myself inward before choking out.

“I need him now more than ever but I—I feel like he won’t be there for me this time. That when I reach my hand out for him, he’ll turn me aside and I’ll be drowning in the unknown world of parenthood. The guilt, the anxiety, forcing us to drift further and further apart from one another until I…..” I sniffled and wiped more tears as well as my nose with my sleeve. “I feel so alone.”

I felt his hand gently stroke down my hair before it moved down to my back, his gloved hand rubbing soothing circles on my back.

“He won’t abandon you. I promise.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“Yes I can.”

“How?” I choked out as I looked up to him.  I saw as his jaw tensed up before he said.

“Because…because I have a daughter.” I looked at him surprised. Of course, superheroes and vigilantes can have their own lives they don’t have to be full-time superheroes 24/7.

But who would’ve thought that the Man in the Mask aka the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was a parent.

“You’re a……”

“She’s just around your age. And she means—the world to me. I would want her to be able to come to me for anything, to not be afraid to speak to me. But if she ever did feel the same fear you are now, then I’ve failed as a father.”

“No I—I’m sure you didn’t. It would have nothing to do with your parenting skills, it’s just…..I’ve had friends who had parents just as loving as my dad is. But when they admit to something that goes against their religious code, they disown them or try to repent their sins.”

“But you said your father isn’t like those types of people, right?” I nodded.  “I won’t lie. He will be shocked at the news, but give him time to process things and he might just surprise you for what he has to say.”

“I know I should tell him. I can’t hide at Maddie’s forever. But there’s still a lingering voice in my head telling me that when I do tell him, it’ll be the last time I ever see him. I’d give anything to shut that voice up.”

“If you’d like, I could have a word or two with that nagging voice in your head.” That brought probably the first real laugh out of me ever since finding out about my pregnancy.

“I hope those words aren’t with your fists.” He softly laughed.

“No, I mean a real talk. I’d tell it, ‘Alright you negative worm. Stop filling this poor girl’s head with scenarios that aren’t true. Go make like a tree and get out of here!’”

“It’s leaf. It’s make like a tree and leaf.”

“Right that’s it.” I shook my head as I kept laughing.

“You know, you’re not what I’d thought you’d be like.”

“Mean and scary?” I nodded. “Oh to most I’m terrifying but—I have a soft spot for those that are lost. Don’t tell anybody though. Can’t have the scum of Hell’s kitchen thinking I’m too much of a softie.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

“As is yours. Now you promise me you’ll tell your father in the morning?”

“Yes. First thing after school.”

“Good.” He said patting my knee.  “It’s late, you should get some sleep. You’re not just sleeping for yourself anymore now.” I rubbed my lower abdomen.  As he walked away and stood along the edge of the roof I told him.

“Thank you.” He turned to face me and gave me a soft nod before leaping off the roof and he disappeared into the night.  I scaled back down the fire escape and re-entered Maddie’s sister’s room and got back into bed.

As promised after school I stood by mine and dad’s apartment and took a deep breath in before exhaling.

“You sure you don’t need me to go in with you anymore baby? You know I don’t mind.” Austin told me.

“No sweetie, I—I need to talk to my dad about this alone.”

“Okay. If he shows leniency, give me a call later?” I nodded. He leaned forward and we kissed each other before he continued on his way home.  I took another deep breath and entered the apartment and headed for the elevator.

Once the elevator dinged on our floor, I walked down the hallway until I reached the apartment room.  Taking out my key I took another deep breath in and muttered.

“Okay, he won’t get mad. He won’t get mad. Just—tell him the truth. He’ll understand. He’s cool, he’s my dad and he loves me.” I placed the key into the lock, turned it to the left and heard the click and opened it up.

“Uh-huh, yeah. Alright yeah we can make it. Yes of course, thank you. Yes and have a good afternoon to you too, bye.” I heard my dad’s voice say as I walked through the front hallway until I got to the spacious (as spacious as a New York apartment in Hell’s kitchen can be).  “Well look whose returned. Finish your project already?”

“Dad I—I gotta tell you something.” I came right out with it.

“Okay, and what would that be?”

“Can we sit down on the couch?” he nodded before walking from the kitchen to the living room as we both sat on the couch.  

“Is everything okay? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?” he asked as he reached his hands out to cup my face.  I took his hands and held them between us.

“I’m fine dad. Physically I am.”

“And what about emotionally?” he asked concerningly.

“Dad, I…..I lied to you. I wasn’t at Maddie’s for a project.”

“You-you—you lied to me? Then where were y—you weren’t at Austin’s were you? (Y/n) we’ve talked about this you’re not old enough to sleepover at a boy’s……”

“Dad I wasn’t at Austin’s either. I was at Maddie’s just not for a project.”

“Okay then I’m lost. (Y/n) sweetheart you’re starting to scare me. Whatever it is you can tell me, you know that right?” he asked as he scooted himself as close as he could get to me and wrapped his arm around me.

“Dad I—the reason why I was at Maddie’s was because I……I’m—” come on just say it.  I swallowed a large lump in my throat and felt my leg beginning to bounce anxiously. “Promise you won’t get mad.”

“Go on.”

“You didn’t promise.”

“That’ll depend on what news I’ll be hearing. If it’s something illegal you know I won’t be happy.”

“Not really illegal. God I don’t know why I can’t just say it! Why can’t I tell you that I’m a month and a half pregnant!? I—” my mouth stopped as I realized how I had said it.  I looked at my dad anxiously and saw how he just sat there flabbergasted.

“Y-you-you’re…..” he leaned back against the couch and just sat there limp like a ragdoll.

“Daddy? Are you—okay?”

“Just….need to process this.”

“Okay.” I muttered as I fiddled with my uniform skirt.  We sat there in silence for a few minutes before he finally spoke out.

“Is it Austin’s?”

“Yeah. I swear dad we used protection but it—” he held out his hand telling me he didn’t need to hear anything else.  Oh shit this is it. He’s gonna flip his lid, he’s pissed now. Way beyond pissed!

“And you’re sure you’re really pregnant? How did you even get an appointment and why wasn’t I notified?”

“Maddie has an aunt. Her aunt Claire performed the test and she was sworn to secrecy to not notify you.” He rubbed his hands against his face as he let out a deep sigh, his leg bouncing rapidly.  Whether in anger or anxiety I couldn’t tell.

“Baby girl, why-why wouldn’t you tell me when you first found out? Why did you go through all of this trouble to lie to me about it?” my heart ached with guilt as tears began forming in my eyes.

“I’m sorry daddy. I—I was scared. Scared that you’d disown me or kick me out with no remorse or hesitation. Everytime I wanted to tell you, my brain kept showing me all the possibilities of you never wanting me to be in your life ever again. That you’d hate me or never say you had a daughter.”

I couldn’t look at him anymore so I closed myself into the edge of the couch and sniffled as I wiped my tears away.  I felt dad’s hand gingerly stroke down my hair before coming down to lift my chin up.

I noticed how he had taken his red shades off and placed them on the table.  Very rarely does he ever take them off, even around me but when he does, it’s always because he wants to connect with me (even though he’s blind).  His unfocused gaze was staring in my general direction as he said to me.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“Y-you’re not?”

“No. I’m—taken by surprise don’t get me wrong. But it takes more than you getting pregnant at 17 for me to ever, ever, ever, think about disowning you or telling you you’re no longer my child.”

“Really?” I whispered.

“Yes.” He said giving me a nod.  “So don’t ever go thinking like that again, okay?” my lip trembled as I nodded. “Okay?”

“Yeah.” I choked out.

“Okay.” I immediately hugged him as tightly as I could as I buried my face into his shoulder.  His arms immediately wrapped around me as he chuckled softly.

“Oh daddy I’m so sorry I hid this from you!” I wept.

“I know you are angel. It’s okay now, it’s okay.”

“It’s just….I love you so much and I thought you’d—”

“Hey none of that now. There will be no more talk about the paranoid ‘what if’s’ in this apartment. There will never come a time when I tell you to get out of my life or that you aren’t my daughter anymore.” He said as he had me look up at him and he wiped away my tears.  “You’re the most important person to me angel, and nothing will ever change that.”

I buried my face into my dad’s shoulder again and hugged him once again.

“I love you daddy.”

“And I love you my little guardian angel. I love you so, so much. And nothing will ever change that.” He said giving me a reassuring squeeze before kissing my forehead as many times as he possibly could.

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hmm hey I’ve got an idea

But this one is Platonic

Killua has a childhood best Friend when he was 6 and he meet a female Girl at the park with Alluka, they really get along then suddenly The Butler took Killua and Alluka away from female y/n

And years later when Killua is hanging out with Gon, what if Killua meet his childhood best Friend?

This is sad but honestly I like this idea, thank you for the ask!

Killua reunited with a friend

He couldn't believe it, after so many years of wondering if perhaps he had dreamed of you instead of you being a real person, here you were on Whale Island working in a bakery

You used to live in the Republic of Padokea when you were younger, and quite near Kukuro Mountain too. While you never knew why your parents told you to never step near the mountain, you enjoyed seeing it from your window every now and then. One day, you were at the park with your mother when a kid took your mini toy car model and ran with it. Shouting at the boy, you chased him around the park until you two both tripped and fell into a pile of leaves. That's where the friendship started

It was around this time when Alluka followed Killua around everywhere he went. His parents didn't think much of it during this time and neither did you. Honestly, you liked having another friend and Alluka was the nicest person you had ever met. You never got to experience Nanika when she was around, but sometimes she did ask you to give her your toy car.

Killua liked being able to leave the house, the whole mountain actually. It was super rare, but it was once a month for him (mainly because his parents approved of it) with a butler in tow but it was worth it. He loved playing grounders with you (if you don't know what this game is, basically one person who is "it" walks around closing their eyes, yelling grounder every so often, and anyone who is on the ground has to be it. It's extremely dangerous as most kids will be on slides, playground infrastructure, etc. and the poor "it" has to bump into metal every now and then). What he really liked was that you would listen to him. Though you two were only about 6 years old, he could tell you about anything in his life and you would keep it a secret, you would listen to him, and you seemed to understand him. He wished you could have been his older sibling honestly, and he wanted to show you around his home. Too bad the butler, with a horrified expression, said no.

One day, during 12:05pm exactly, Killua didn't show up. Then the next month, then the one after that. It was as if they had vanished completely, but you knew that they were likely still in that mountain. Of course, when you told your friends you had a friend that lived on the mountain they thought you were lying, but your parents were concerned. They knew that meant you met a Zoldyck, never the best idea. Thus, you ended up moving to Whale Island

Your mother ran a bakery while your father was abroad in the United States of Saherta working in construction. Because of that, you ended up helping your mother with her bakery when you had time. Years had passed and now you were mastering macarons when suddenly Gon, a neighboring friend of yours, said he had a new friend. You excitedly went to visit Aunt Mito's home to see a familiar Silver-haired boy

"Killua?" You stood at the doorway in shock. Killua also looked surprised, almost teary-eyed when he saw you. "No way, y/n?" his voice was barely a whisper but you heard him clearly. "Y-yeah, from the playground like six years ago!"

Gon didn't know the friend you were talking about was Killua, so he was super happy he got to see you guys meet each other again. All three of you caught up on what was going on in your lives and you found out about the Hunter Exam, Killua's brother, but nothing about Alluka. You wanted to ask, but it seemed like Killua didn't want to share anything, so you held yourself back

Though Killua wanted you to travel the world with him and Gon, he knew that without nen it wasn't going to be a safe trip. He wanted you to be safe, he didn't want to see you injured. With the Phantom Troupe, his brother, and potentially countless other dangers ahead, he couldn't risk it. So, he just told you, in his usual tsundere way, that he thought you wouldn't survive because you were too weak.

"Nah, I can fight them off, I caught you when you tried to run away with my toy car all those years ago," you laughed. You wanted to join Gon and Killua's journey too, but you had to take care of your family business and you didn't know if you could learn nen in a short few days.

Before you knew it, you were waving goodbye to your friends, telling them to be safe and to keep you updated on their adventures. Killua promised to visit when he had the chance. Of course, the next time you would see them would be in front of the World Tree, and that would be the place where you got to see Alluka again. But for now, you could only hope nothing too bad happens to your close friends.

[carmenized-onions]

Chap 13 STRAP ON IN MOTHERFUCKER

tumblr not notifying me of this WHEN I HAVE NOTIFICATIONS ON is a crime, like be so fr rn

1. OMG FIRST MEET WITH MIKEY OH SHIT. was this inspired by napkins perchance?

2. i love the word ‘indulge’. you kinda went off when you invented the english language

3. unrelated to this but the age thing. it’s so funny that we were all shocked by mikey’s age when his best friend literally said “dude i think i’m 45 polishing forks”

4. Yoink!

5. it will be HER sandwich indeed🥺

6. MIDDLE-AGED i mean it’s true but dang you really did them like that,,

7. THE COFFEE MACHINEEE. BABYYY WE’RE GETTING ALL THE TIDBITS

8. the mirror to carmen broke my heart. also we get his pov of the *situation* now so im gonna be sick

9. UGHHH YOUR WRITING!!!!! >>>>>> it deffo feels like we’re in his head

10. every time you tried food for him - IM ACTUALLY CRYING SHUT UP

11. gary with the ‘ick’🥺🫶🏼🫶🏼

12. CARMEN ARE YOU NOT GONNA THINK ABOUT HOW HE WANTS WINE GIRL’S NUMBER

13. he cannot get it to smell like you again. - babyboyyy

14. He thought he didn’t want that? - 😭😭😭 BRING THEM BACK

15. You looked so good. You always look good. Better, in his clothes, but you always look good - BARK BARK BARK

16. It’s probably the onions from the broth making her tear up. - THE ONIONS👀

17. You’ve been out of Carmen’s life for 0ERR minutes. Yeah. That’s exactly how long it feels like. - YOOO YOU FUCKING KILLED WITH THIS

18. oop the thin line for the mikey / flashback parts !! we back. (or maybe it’s the same as it’s always been and i’m dumb) ALSO MARCUS<333 the bread guy💀 he IS the nicest

19. “My ears, kid.” - T🥹🥹🥹

20. ugh here we get to see chippy be such a nerd, no wonder her and squid are besties

21. Sometimes you think about asking if she needs you anymore. - clutching my chest

22. mikey calling her ‘kid’ is so accurate

23. OMG SHE WAS COOKING WITH THEM TOO🥺🥺🫶🏼

24. Like he can see the invisible snake coiling around Carmen. - oh you popped off onion

25. “Can we step out, for a second, Chef?” - OH FUCK

26. “You should reply!” - her being an angel to carmen before they even met i’m so🥺🥺🥺

27. “No, no— Oldest.” - REAL, or like only child but not in the spoiled way - in the had to be the mediator way cause they’re the only one there

28. Mikey is really good at being an older brother, you think. - mikey being a caring older brother figure to her is soooo cute

29. Did his mouth taste bad, every time he’d kiss you? Probably. - NOOO CHIPPY WANTS TO GIVE YOU ALL THE SMOOCHES - well not rn but hush

30. I just— I just made the—The only fuckin’ good thing in my life leave - STOP OMG THEIR LOVE IS EVERYTHING IM GONNA BITE AN XLR CABLE

31. “Heard and resented.” - RICHIE IS SO CUTE STOP chip and richie are my fave besties

32. “Want your coffee?” - I too would fold immediately

33. “Fucker.” - I LOVE THEM

34. He kisses your temple as you pass him, making an all too aggressive ‘muah’ noise - STOPPPP HE IS THE CUTEST GIRLDAD EVER I WANT TO BE HIS BEST FRIEND 😭😭😭

35. the syrups<3

36. “Cousin!” - okay bad timing but she called him cousin🥺

37. naloxone kit - i had to google this and OH SHIT

38. “You got her number, by chance?” - PUKE

39. I’ve had her number for three years, memorized - actually fuck it all, THEY are everything to me

40. I would be so fucking lucky, if a woman like that— - this had me crying, he’s so special to me actually

41. And he pivots his head, to speak very deliberately, to Carmen - man he’s just the best friend and guard dog

42. If fuckin’ only. If I had someone like that— I’d be on hand and fucking knee, for her. - biting into a pillow because oh my god ?? their friendship owns me

43. It also wouldn’t hurt to get your number, you’re perfect. - 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

44. There’s a joke in here somewhere, and it’s probably Carmen. - STOP HURTING ME ONION THATS SO SAD

45. “I’d fucking kill him.” - are they talking about lee😁 cause go for it bestie!! kill that fucker

46. “Hard to speak in those rooms.” - he’s so intelligent and that just makes it all so much sadder

47. “I would’ve said something.” - So true but chip is a superior being so

48. Like you can take the compliment, but you can never say ‘I know, I’m doing it on purpose.’ - crying again. the way you write mikey is just unmatched. better than the show - *tamisha iman voice* I SAID WHAT I SAID

49. because you’re the guy, too. - this scene is so special and precious

50. “Like a nerd?” “Like a nerd.” - something about chip’s friendships with middle-aged men is so dear to me

51. There was this girl - her girlfriend!!

52. also love that we get to hear some of her addiction story🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 and the way you handled it was beautiful❤️

53. “Oh don’t you point a finger when it comes to burying a fucking lead.” - GET HIS ASS

54. “Michael The Bear Berzatto, you have officially been sober for twenty-four hours.” - YOOO this is the cutest thing, them spending time together so he won’t - yeah:’)))

55. he’s still your guy - big brother🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 ugh like i *kinda* get why carmen was jealous cause it’s like mikey was SUCH a big brother to her that it makes sense that carmy would wonder why mikey couldn’t be that to *him* - his actual brother

56. “That’s what she said—” “Fucking gross!” - amazing

57. this chapter is fully like 7 chapter shoved into one worth of content and i love that

58. “[…]Don’t forget that. That we’re on the same team and I love you.” / “I’m not gonna forget you love me, Chip.” and neither of you know this is a lie, yet. - 🥺🥺🥺

59. “And I don’t want that shit for Chip, either—“ - he’s always protecting her 🥺🥺🫶🏼

60. “Cousin, what the fuck did I say to her?” / “You said she failed him.” - the tears are coming back. i’m really alice crying in wonderlanding this chapter

61. zero pulse - oh the throw backs

62. Mikey desperately trying to escape the freezer - I KNEEWWWW HE WAS STUCK IN IT AT SOME POINT. maybe you actually mentioned this in a chapter but !! anyways this wasn’t the way i imagined but this was better

63. YOU WROTE THIS SCENE SO SPLENDIDLY MY LOVE I AM IN AWE OF YOU

64. “Don’t open it.” - he’s trying so hard 🥺

65. “Because the last person that helped you just ran out crying.” - GET HIS ASS RICHIE!!!!

66. Thank you, for softening him up, because if you hadn’t, again, Carmen would be going headfirst through the fucking window right now. - love that

67. “You want me to take all my money, okay, and place it in a fucking furnace? Is that right?” - LMAO UNCLE JIMMY IS SO FUNNY

68. “So I’m sensing—” You curl your hand in the air. “A touch of hostility, which is fair.” - they’re so funny i just - also she sounds like squid, love that

69. No, the manager at Wells Fargo was. - OH???

70. “She could be my daughter!” - the chipxmikey allegations are dead🥳🥳 a win!

71. And I’m gonna bring Carmy on, and we’re gonna do like - omg this is better than canon🥺

72. it’s the blind leading the fucking blind. - you make the drama funny

73. “Every week that you keep going, that’s ten grand.” - JIMMY!!!

74. Fingers crossed he likes you - 💔💔💔 don’t do me like that😭😭😭

75. “If that’s what getting a star takes, I don’t want it.” - ayo???🥺🥺🥺 (no pun intended)

76. “Can you stay after close?” - OH OH OH!!!!

77. no fucking idea where he’s been putting it - and she would not be able to guess it because that’s insane

78. It’d be more accurate of him to say he likes the sticky notes you tack on to each mug - she really is just the cutest ever

79. “I know. But I wanna prove I can, too.” - 🫶🏼

80. “Child incoming, no expletives please!” - EVA COMING!!!!! chippy being the gay aunt LETS GOOOO (also shout out richie for knowing big words)

81. “You’re gonna break your neck, Mike.” - can it just be this? the three of them? forever?

82. “I don’t wanna plan your funeral.” - YOOOOOOOOOO

83. A LITTLE PATOOT IS RIGHT

84. removing your hands from Eva, but then she holds them there. - i combusted🥹😭💕

85. kiss your cheek just short of a million times. “The perfect woman—” - hgnnh inlove them so muchhhhh. i need this to be in the show, WHERE IS CHIP IN CANON (i like to think that whenever we don’t know what richie or syd is up to they’re with chip:’))

86. “Not Italian!” is the synchronous reply from you and Mikey. - love this

87. Eva interrupts him, taking as much as a shining to you as she does her father. “Exp—Expultive!” She looks at you for approval and you nod in delight. - 😭🫶🏼💖😭🫶🏼💖😭🫶🏼💖

88. richie calls eva sweets!!!!!

89. “I want you to start talking to Carmen, when he comes back.” - their biggest believer besides me!!

90. “Cause you’re you.” - speechless

91. “Are you trying to hook me up right now?” “He’s a virgin, so it’s definitely not a good deal for you—” - IANDJDIEJEIEIEJEJEIRJFHRJ

92. “I just want you to be prepared for what you’re getting into, he gets performance anxiety so—” - aiaiwneoeneiwhrjrje?!?!!!

93. “Thank you! I ask for so little.” - this is just PEAK

94. He grabs the notepad and rips off the twenty seven points. - richie is so funny actually

95. deli containers of coke. - sniff sniff?👀

96. “Solve it hard and fast—” “Why hard—?” - BALEGDEH

97. Richie’s got lists of books now, instead of zingers. They somehow hit harder. - YOU GO RICHIE!!

98. “We know.” - that’s so cute!! he soft launched their relationship without knowing

99. Carmen’s gonna do right by you, for the rest of his life. - ONION🥹🥹😭😭

100. He’s gonna be your man - *in the arms of the angel🎶🕊️*

101. When he knew you’d be out of the city. - that is so heartbreaking and i’m crying again

102. Maybe Carmen will figure it out. It’s meant for him anyways. - i mean technically i already knew this, but it’s so sweet to see it written anyways

103. With his three month sobriety chip hanging off of it.  - 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

104. “Nephew didn’t take a liking to you?” - STOP YOU CANT BE THIS FUNNY WHEN THE CHAPTER IS THIS TRAGIC

105. My best friend died on February 22nd. On the State Street Bridge - and the tears are rolling

106. “Go inside, soon. Come home.” / “I will” - crying again

107. MICHAEL FUCKING SAW HER

108. Wells-Fargo will ask if you want to close your account. - ohhh that’s why they asked about the baby

109. Next time you’ll think of everything, next time you won’t fail. - chiiiip🥺

110. You will go, and you will sit on the curb across from the church, and you will not go inside. - THE MIRRORING OF HER AND CARMY UGHH IT’S SO POWERFUL

111. You will stare at the little stuffed bear, the roses, the picture frame of him, and you will finally say it aloud. - more crying

112. When Carmen shows up, two hours later, not honestly that long after you finally left, he will add a bouquet and a prayer candle - they’re so meant to be and just ugh these moments are so special

113. “Guys I— Guys I don’t know how to run bar, and I don’t think I should’ve been trusted, with this.” - LMFAO

114. “I’m gonna fix it.” Carmen will tell you -🥺 i’m soft🥺

115. No more fucking shoes, because it's all out now. -😭💖

116. It’s not negotiable. - YOOOOOO THE MIC DROP AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER YOU FUCJING ATEEEEEEE THIS AND THEN SOME

I think you’ve gotta be crowned for longest ask? I believe you’re currently number one fan of the blog (like in terms of the literal activity stats), so perhaps that’s enough of a reward. 

LETS STRAP ON IN I MEAN I won’t respond to every point because that would be insane but let’s GO

We’ve messaged about it hhehehe BUT FOR THE CLASS!! Had the intro planned pre-napkins!! Slash this whole chapter. I was very much going off of Fishes for my flashback inspo but then they gifted me Napkins and I got to YOINK that scene like Mikey yoinked that sandwich. and for that Mr Storer and Ayo I thank u

THE AGE THING LISTEN I NEED TO REWATCH FORKS BECAUSE I THOUGHT RICHIE SAID 40 NOT 45— It’s WHY I was so shocked about Mikey being 43— I shouldn’t have been, it’s only 3 years, but in my minds eye I was like “well surely they’re the same age, they give ‘went to highschool together’ energy because when the fuck else would you meet— But I can’t remember a single freshman I STAYED friends with in both high school AND college for that matter so WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED

Writing in Carmen’s head for Friday was so fucking fun. No wonder they make him freak so much in S3 it’s just FUN TO MAKE HIM SQUEAK. Also man idk if I ever have the best grip on Gary/Sweeps but I felt like bro HAD to be thinking “what? You want the number of the kitchen princess? The personality hire that also actually does things here? I’m going to threw up.”

Carmen spiral being very sweet as he actively ignores the elephant of his EC being a creep,,,, ohhhhhhh babbyyyyy highway to the DANGERzone. I really felt like that moment was simply “I literally cannot process this information so I’m just not going to”

THE THIN ASS LINES!! They’re the same colours as before (though I did debate changing them, I couldn’t think of a colour scheme that would suite Mikey/Chip’s flashbacks better, but maybe I’ll ninja edit and change them in the future, we’ll see.)

Chip was/is SUCH a nerd I loved writing her back when she was in Syd’s position of being completely new to this family and needing to integrate (YOU’RE NOT INTEGRATED IN THE DREAM WEAVE!!!)… ahhhh

100% Chip could also be an only child i see that in a million ways, A MEDIATOR FOR SURE!! I think any childhood dynamic could work for her honestly, I made her a baby truly for the sake of representing the other babies out there like me— WE ALSO ARE DEPENDABLE!! WE CAN BE DA ROCK TOO!! And I honestly think Carmen needs someone who was a baby sibling in his life. Babies work very well together. 

BITING AN XLR CABLE IS SUCH A SPECIFIC FEELINFDKNVJFD been there. How many times have I hung an XLR around my neck? Too many times (for convenience I swear!!) (those equipment hauls SUCK ALRIGHT!!)

Girldad big brother Rich !! My beloved!! I love that after the naloxone scene comes Richie’s “I’ve had her number for three years, memorized— You know why?” — He never actually gets to say why— And is it cause they’re besties? Yes 100%, but it’s also BECAUSE OF THE NALOXONE SCENE!! Chip was absolutely his borderline emerg contact for awhile. I absolutely headcanon he considered calling her when he went to prison. That would’ve been his version of Syd calling her during opening night. Her two besties KNOW Chip is the most dependable person they know (My legacy is to be an excellent emergency contact !! aah shit)

Mikey does the same shit Chip did with Lee/Carmen!! Tried to justify/critically think through the emotions of the other people/person in order to emotionally recover!! CAUSE THEY’RE BOTH THE GUY I’M SICK. IM WRETCHING. CHIP AND HER SUPPORT MIDDLE AGED MEN DOGS ARE SOMETHING THAT CAN BE SO PERSONAL

BETTER THAN THE SHOWOWWJLFKJSF I try I try. I really do hope I was on point with my Mikey characterization, because I do think if he had a chance to be vulnerable this is how he WOULD speak because it’s VERY clear in his episodes that he’s extremely emotionally intelligent, and like a fucking sniper, I see me in him and him in me and i can TELL that motherfucker is doing it on purpose. FUCK. He knows what he needs to be for people! And he knows he does it for people! We always know! We always fuckin’ know! We’re the guy on purpose!!

Her girlfriend!!!!!!!! There’s nothing to this point besides her GIRLFRIEND!!

It compLEETTEELYY makes sense for Carmen to be jealous of Chip for being so close with Mikey— But I think the thing that he’s started to realize— Is that yes 100% Chip got to be Mikey’s guy when Carmen didn’t, but Chip very specifically got those last two extremely turbulent two years, like it was NOT all good. The only memories Carmen has of Mikey are either positive or ruined purely by the rest of his family— HE never had to see Mikey go through HALF the shit that Richie/Chip saw him go through, and I think he’s realized, Oh I don’t have legitimate reason to be mad over a time that literally was not even that fun

Richie’s always protecting her!!! Fully prioritized her!! Parking lot scene softened the shit out of Richie for this fight honestly because after crying with Chip he managed to realize “oh yeah Carmen’s just a fuckhead. He’s wrong about everything he said. I’m going to go kill him to avenge you now.” love him. Love him love him.

There’s a shocking amount of title throwbacks in this one, I can’t remember, but if you keyword search you might find a couple. Zero Pulse, Doing too much I know is in here. Something to do, obviously. Tony Terry Or Tommy, not exact title but that’s here. Some version of do the thing is in here. Easter eggs? Yeah let’s call them easter eggs. 

MIKEY IN THE FREEZZEERR It’s referenced in the first chap (which I imagine you caught on your reread, and in Chap12) but like you said, I think both times I worded it in such a way where it was like, oh he got stuck the same way Carmen did— nononono I DID SOMETHING WAY MORE FUCKED UP!! That trio was trying so hard man. I love them as a trio, I never wanted to stop writing for them.

Put my money in a furnace you say? I’m in. (Uncle Jimmy to both of his nephews 1 million times)

Chipxmikey the ship has drowned. The ship has careened into the ocean. The ship is getting visitors from billionaires in a barely functioning submarine. The ship just killed the submarine. 

AYOOOOO If that’s what a star takes I don’t want it— BITCH. MAKEOUT!

The sticky notes on the mugs!! And they end up being the sticky notes in his ICE folder!! The ones that Carmen loses his shit over!! Fucker feels real bad now, I bet. 

Eva’s whole moment is inspired by my co-workers kid who immediately upon meeting me and finding out I know what Sanrio is— Fell head over heels for me as a best friend. Fully kept asking me to come out of the office to watch her do backflips and then ask if I could do that, and I went “Honestly no but I think I can kind of almost a little bit do the splits”

I SO WISH CHIP WAS IN CANON MAN,, SYD AND RICHIE CLEARLY NEED A PERSON— I know inevitably their person will likely end up being each other, but like, Chip is so good for both of them. Made me so sad when either of them were lonely in S3 cause I was like baby. Your Work Wife is just offscreen. Just look over there she’s right there man what do you mean she’s not canon

Mikey shipped CarmTony before it was cool. ALSO CAUSE YOU’RE YOU is one of my favourites. I think Tony says it to Chip first at one point, and then he says it back to her in Doing too Much, ahhhh houston the house boottts

TOO MANY PEOPLE FREAKED OVER THE PERFORMANCE ANXIETY— LISTEN I DONT THINK MIKEY KNOWS HIM LIKE THAT BUT LIKE CLEARLY CARMEN GETS PERFORMANCE ANXIETY IN EVERYTHING HE DOES ALRIGHT? ALRIGHT???

I love going from “I ask for so little” to Richie/Syd asking Carmen to completely 180 his entire life in a week. Like that’s so fucking funny to me. As is “oh Good” and TEARING off the list lmao

We cANT MAKE COKE JOKES IN THE SOBRIETY CHAPTER!!! This one did slip by me though honestly I had to fucking change coke to Diet Coke in the intro of Zero Pulse to make it clear that Carmen did not fall asleep on his couch covered in chip dust and cocaine. Or did he…

Chip thought she was so slick soft launching with the jacket when Carmen did it immediately by accident. 

This whole final scene I’ll try to condense down into one point because if I don’t we’ll all go insane listening to me fucking yap again about it. But MIKEY SAW HER MAN!!! This last call sucks so much because he’s STILL the fucking guy in it. He’s still making sure she and everyone else are okay and trying to make her laugh with the nephew thing DESPITE the fact that he’s got a clear plan— i’m soooo—- I’m gonna reach into heaven and beat MB’s ass. 

The mirroring of their mourning!! Hell!!! I imagine they drove past each other not knowing the other was doing the same shit. How fucking different would their lives be if they overlapped at that vigil man i’m ill

HE’S GONNA FIX IT!!!! IT’S NOT NEGOTIABLE!!!! ALSO SOMEONE PLEASE HELP FAK RUN BAR HE’S FUCKING DYING!!!!

Thank you for these thoughts as always, can’t wait to see what you think about my bullshit with Chapter 14. YOU’RE GONNA LIKE IT. I THINK. I HOPE.

I literally had to take the numbers off this because the block was so long tumblr would not let me post it. this has never happened before JESUS CHRIST

[magnoliacharmed]

...The Jerk Store Called!

18+, Billy Gunn x Shawn Michaels | Kevin Nash x Shawn Michaels one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Tags: Mentions of Bret x Shawn, fingering, unprotected sex, jealousy

Word count: 4078

Summary:

Shawn’s poorly thought out plan to put Billy in his place doesn’t work out the way he expects it to. —- Shawn was nothing but a little ball of energy when he didn’t have a big, strong, brown-haired man around to keep him happy. Big. Strong. Brown-haired. Well, Billy had two out of the three attributes.

“His ass actually might be better than mine. Can you believe it? The one guy with an ass better than mine and they stick him in my group.”

Kevin wasn’t stupid. He knew bait when he heard it and what Shawn was saying about Billy Gunn was pure, 100% bait. Even over the phone he could hear the shift of his ex-boyfriend’s breathing in anticipation for soothing words. Of course, Kevin gave him what he so desperately craved. 

“I promise you his ass isn’t better than yours, baby.”

Shawn sighed, sighed deeply in that pouty way Kevin missed from time to time. He’d said the right thing. He could tell by the way a lollipop began to click-clack against Shawn’s teeth in an attempt to calm himself down. Kevin shifted from side to side, readjusting his duffle bag on his shoulder while he looked for Scott and Sean amongst the crowd of people. Although it was always nice to catch up with Shawn, he didn’t want to spend every phone call appeasing and soothing his insecurities. 

“I forgot how much I liked you calling me that, daddy.” Shawn’s voice lowered to a raspy whisper that was very familiar to Kevin’s ear. The airport was not a place he wanted to be turned on at, so he willed his dick into submission even though it wanted to jump at Shawn’s voice. 

“Come on, don’t start. I gotta get on a plane in a few minutes.”

“Okay, okay I’m sorry. Just tell me one more time?”

“You’ve got the nicest ass I’ve ever seen.”

“And the nicest one you've ever been inside of, right?” Shawn inhaled deeply over the line, leaving Kevin to imagine that he was probably palming himself through those fancy slacks McMahon was making him wear for the Commissioner job. Pervert. 

“Goodbye, Shawn.”

Shawn smiled into the phone as he hung up. Kevin always managed to bring him back to earth when he was feeling on edge. The calls between the two had been more frequent ever since Bret left suddenly for WCW. It sent Shawn barreling down a dangerous path. A potent mix of anger, unchecked ego, and ball-aching horniness resulted in a snotty attitude and a tendency to fuck anything that moved. Now that he didn’t have a steady supply of sex and affection to keep him satisfied whenever he needed it, he lashed out whenever things weren’t going his way. Which seemed to be quite often. 

So it wasn’t hard to imagine why he was so damn upset that Billy was now a member of D-Generation X. Kevin knew that as soon as Billy joined up with the group, Shawn would be calling his phone to complain about it. After lots of “uh-huhs” and “you’re rights” Shawn relaxed and left Kevin alone for a while. He then turned to Hunter to talk his ear off about it, to which Hunter at first appreciated and then came to dread. Billy was cool. But Shawn was Shawn . He didn’t understand why he constantly felt like he was going to get replaced. 

“You just don’t get it, man.” 

Hunter rolled his eyes. He didn’t understand what there was to get.

“You should see the way McMahon looks at him.” Shawn gritted out while they were driving to the next rinky-dink town for a show. “Looks at him the way he used to look at me.”

“God, give it a rest, Shawn. You’re only doing this because you haven’t been fucked in a while. Or haven’t done the fucking? I don’t know.”

Finally, for the first time in what felt like forever, Shawn was silent. He was fully stunned into not speaking. His mouth fell open at Hunter’s harsh, yet truthful words. 

“Well are you gonna fuck me then?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not? I’m a good lay,” Shawn whined. 

“Because despite being the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, you’re still a man and I don’t swing that way. Look, I know you’ve been kinda… upset. Ever since Bret left. And I know you’ve been a little sensitive about McMahon not clearing you to wrestle. But you can’t take it out on everyone else. It’s not our fault you’re so frustrated.” 

Shawn huffed. Who asked him to play therapist? 

“Billy is a nice guy. He’s taking the opportunities he’s being given, whatever they may be, just like you did a few years ago. He’s not trying to steal your limelight.” 

“Fuck him.”

Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped into Shawn’s pretty little head.

-------

Billy thought that Shawn had the best ass he’d ever seen. It was perfectly toned but still soft enough that it jiggled when he hit the mat right. Plus he had that cute little tattoo on his cheek. After taking a peek at it in the showers one night, Billy couldn’t get him off his mind. From the rumors he’d heard, Shawn was a great fuck. Just from looking at him he could tell that he was. He had the kind of wide smile and annoyingly confident air about him that said You’ll fall in love after just one night. 

At best, when Shawn came around Billy felt tolerated. At worst he felt iced out. The only thing keeping him afloat in DX besides his fun personality and good looks was Vince McMahon’s attention on him. He didn’t know what he did to gain so much favor from the boss but he sure was happy that he was getting it. Every time McMahon asked to speak to Billy, Shawn’s eyes squinted in envy. 

“Why does Shawn always look at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like he hates my guts.”

Hunter shifted in his chair uncomfortably. He didn’t want to betray his best friend, but he also didn’t want to leave his stablemate in the dark. It was better to make Billy uncomfortable than to get on Shawn’s bad side, so the decision was made for him. 

“I’m not sure. Don’t take it too personally.”

Billy tilted his head in confusion like a lost puppy, his sparkling blue eyes widening at the non-answer. Right there Hunter knew why Vince liked him so much and why Shawn felt so threatened. He was sweet and easygoing. He had an amazing body. He was cute. And he was blond. Billy was Shawn’s worst nightmare come to life. 

Hunter sighed. “ If Shawn is mad at you— which he’s not— it’s not your fault. He’s got some… personal problems right now. Kinda frustrated with life. You didn’t hear that from me, though.” He pointed a finger sternly at Billy and left the room. 

It wasn’t his fault! That was great news for Billy. It did lead him to a brick wall. If he wasn’t the reason for Shawn’s bad mood, what was? He did notice that he’d gotten a little fidgety in the weeks after Bret left the company. At first he believed it was because he no longer had a worthy rival to direct his negativity to. As Billy continued on he thought about the way he bounced off the walls when Kevin left too. Shawn was nothing but a little ball of energy when he didn’t have a big, strong, brown haired man around to keep him happy. 

Big. Strong. Brown hair. 

Well, Billy had two out of the three attributes.

“Hey, you seen Hunter?”

Shawn pushed directly into Billy’s personal space with zero regard. The world was his oyster after all. Anywhere he went he acted like he owned the place and ruled over the people in it. Billy didn’t really mind as long as it got him closer to Shawn.

“What?”

Shawn huffed impatiently and looked down hard on Billy. Stupid handsome face and sweet genuine smile. Billy’s long, tanned legs were stretched out below him. The tiny shorts he wore into the ring hugged his upper thighs tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination. His ridiculous, gaudy belly button piercing burned a hole into Shawn’s vision. It glittered under the ugly dressing room lighting right into his eye. He hated to admit the gem situated in Billy’s navel got his blood flowing. It was trashy-cute, perfect for someone who called himself Mr. Ass. 

“Hello? I asked if you’d seen Hunter?”

Billy didn’t want to give up Hunter, especially after he just risked his friendship with Shawn. 

“No, sorry. Haven’t seen him in a little while.”

“Hmph. Whatever.” 

Shawn continued to stare at Billy’s stomach. He started to wonder how his come would look covering the piercing. He had to get some release, and soon before he went really crazy.

“So… why’d you get the belly ring?”

“Oh, I just thought it’d look nice on me. What do you think?” Billy flicked at it then smiled innocently at Shawn.

“…It fits you.”

Shawn wanted to grind his teeth into powder at admitting that. It was hard lying to this puppy-dog of a person. Really, Shawn had a problem lying to anyone who was hot. It was why he continuously ended up getting himself in trouble with Bret and Kevin. 

“Thanks!”

Shawn decided that tonight was the night he’d fuck that bright smile right off of Billy’s face. He was going to push his face into the covers, make him scream, make him cry, make him beg him to stop. Then he was going to come on his stomach and laugh in his face. He’d go back to his own room laughing the whole way at the dumb expression Billy would give him. Realizing that he was only being used for Shawn’s sexual relief, it’d destroy his self-esteem so badly that he’d figure he wouldn’t be able to do any better than the Heartbreak Kid. He’d be so down in the dumps that Vince would think he was pathetic and kill his push to be the champ. It was a good plan, a real two-for one. Guaranteed noncommittal sex and another chance on top of the card. 

“Billy.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna have sex with me tonight?”

Billy leaped up from his chair so fast his head spun. He was only a few inches taller than Shawn but still felt like he towered over him. It made Shawn feel smaller and less threatening to him, like he could pick him up and spin him around until he wasn’t so angry at the world any more. Shawn looked up at him with those piercing baby blues and his arms across his chest defensively. So cute. It was things like that that made Billy ignore Shawn’s less savory traits.

“Of course I do.” 

“Perfect. I’ll come to your room later, okay? Be ready for me. Kick Jesse out for a couple hours. Actually, for the whole night.”

With that, Shawn turned to leave the room without a goodbye. 

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Billy opened the door of his hotel room with more flourish than he wanted to. He couldn’t help it, he was just so excited. Shawn Michaels wanted to fuck him out of everyone else. He could get with anyone he wanted to and he chose him. Shawn’s long, wavy hair smelled like expensive, fresh shampoo and his pants were tailored perfectly. It was incredibly flattering that he wanted him. It took a lot for Billy to not jerk off before Shawn’s arrival. The only thing that kept him from doing it was that he wanted his first orgasm of the night to be on Shawn’s cock. 

“You gonna let me in?”

Shawn watched Billy step aside to let him through. A slightly dingy carpet and tattered curtains showed that his room wasn’t as nice as Shawn’s. The petty zip of superiority that flashed through him at having superstar perks like a nice hotel room immediately boosted his confidence into the stratosphere. 

“You look great, as usual.”

“I know.” Shawn turned to Billy to press against his chest. He raised his hand up to hook a finger under the elastic choker necklace surrounding Billy’s neck. Billy watched on silently as Shawn pulled at the necklace over and over like a toy, then pulled it as far as it could go without breaking to let it snap loudly against his skin. 

“Ow.” Billy smiled down at him. 

What a dope, Shawn thought. His dick betrayed him by hardening quickly at being so close to his group mate. There was still some residual glitter on his neck and arms from earlier in the night and he kind of smelled like… berries?

“Why do you smell like the inside of a Limited Too?”  

“That’s the only place I could get body glitter from on short notice. One of the makeup girls bought it for me. They thought it’d be a bad look if I went in there myself.” 

For some reason the image of Billy slathering fruit-scented glitter all over his shiny tanned chest made Shawn’s brain stop working for a second. Never in a million years would he have thought someone like Billy would ever make him this crazy. First of all, he was blond. Despite his own hair color Shawn did not prefer blonds. At least not long term. After Kevin went blond at WCW, Shawn found it easier to get over his former lover. That’s why it was hard for him to understand why Billy had such a strong physical effect on him. 

“Hmm.” Shawn reached to lick a long stripe up Billy’s neck. Sadly the glitter was only berry scented and not berry flavored. The strong chemical taste that coated his tongue was worth it to see Billy shiver under him. “Get on the bed for me.”

Billy walked in a daze over to one of the double beds. It only took seconds for him to get completely naked. Shawn watched as his muscles rippled while he removed his shirt and pulled down his jeans. Then he finally saw it, the real star of the show as Billy crawled over the side of the bed for his lube: his ass. And what an ass it was. He was completely deserving of that stupid nickname. 

Shawn stripped down almost fully, only leaving his expensive watch on. He needed something nice to look at when he was feeling down and couldn’t look at himself in the mirror. The way things were turning out, he was sure he was going to have a few moments of self-consciousness tonight. Billy flipped back onto his back and let Shawn once again invade his personal space by putting his face only inches away from his cock. 

“Lube.”

Shawn stuck his hand out for the cold liquid. Billy squeezed quite a bit on Shawn’s fingers, then shut his eyes. 

“What’s the matter, first time?” Shawn started to laugh, then immediately shut his mouth. It would be his luck that Billy had never had anything up his gorgeous ass before. 

“No, not the first. It’s been a while. The last time was the first time… the only time.”

For some reason that answer upset Shawn more than if Billy said he was a virgin. Someone had unlimited access to him and didn’t take advantage of it? Also, did that mean McMahon wasn’t even fucking him? That he found hard to believe. Shawn suddenly felt both special and deflated. What was the point of all this? It wasn’t even a revenge fuck any more. That’s what made the whole thing fun… at first. Now he realized that he might have concocted this whole idea as an excuse to fuck Billy. Shit. 

“Alright. You want me to be gentle, then?”

“No, that’s okay—“

“Great!” Shawn pushed his index and middle finger inside of Billy’s hole. It was not without some resistance and Billy’s hips bucking off the bed. Shawn was only able to fit up to his first knuckles as Billy clenched around him.

“You’re squirming a lot. I’m not even all the way in you yet.”

Billy let out a little hum and tried to keep his body glued to the mattress. It felt like a fever was rising in him the more Shawn continued to push, pleasure dancing across his brain roughly. His cock began to jerk around on its own volition when Shawn finally got both fingers completely inside of him. He forgot to pull them back out as he watched Billy leak and twitch so close to his face. 

“Oh, right,” Shawn breathed while slowly exiting Billy. He twisted his fingers on reentry as much as he could but there was still so much clenching around him. If it was this tight around two fingers it’d be unbearable on his dick. Billy was already looking undone above him. If he thrusted into him one more time he’d come right there, which was the last thing either of them wanted. Even though Shawn’s fingers were close to being too much, Billy still groaned when he no longer felt them. Shawn missed the warmth of him too. 

“Arch up for me.”

Unsteadily, Billy assumed the position. His ass was perfect, dammit. That was so infuriating. They couldn’t both have perfect asses. That was his thing. The only win he had over Billy was the tattoo that adorned his. He decided that it gave him character that set the two of them apart. Ha-ha, I win , he thought with an immature smugness.

Without another word, Shawn tried to push inside of Billy. He was still very, very tight. That was another reason why his ass was so perfect. It wasn’t all used up. Knowing that he was getting to it before Vince kicked him into gear. Billy said he didn’t want gentle, so he wasn’t getting gentle. A deep breath and nails digging into his hips was the only warning Billy got before Shawn shoved himself inside.

Billy had never been impaled before. He imagined this felt pretty similar. Maybe not as pleasurable. But the same kind of feeling. Shawn was all heat as he throbbed inside of him. It was kind of crazy how all it took was one push to suddenly feel whole as a person. Shawn stopped and steadied himself before he kept going. It just didn’t make sense how good this felt. How good Billy felt. Did he even know what he was doing to him?

“Shawn,” Billy whispered. He was unable to raise his voice any further. His brain wouldn’t allow him to make a louder noise. “Shawn…”

Shawn was feeling pretty destroyed himself. There was no way in hell he could let Billy see that. Even if in this state he was barely aware of himself and his surroundings. He forced himself to begin to thrust, slowly with as little stutter as he could manage. Billy’s breathing was shallow as he mumbled into the sheets. Every couple of strokes Shawn would hear Billy say his name so softly he wondered if he was dreaming it. He reached to grab Billy’s hair, pulling him enough to be able to look over and see his face. 

He didn’t expect tears. Or drool. Or listless, rolling eyes shutting as soon as the chilled A/C air hit Billy’s slack face. It was a gorgeous sight to see. Shawn’s body started to shake as he pumped faster into Billy. He used his hair for purchase and balance while he fucked up into him with deep snaps of his hips. His red rimmed wet eyes fluttered open and reminded Shawn of an old, beautiful painting.  

“How does it feel? How do I feel inside you, Billy?”

Shawn’s rough accent breathing into his ear was too much for Billy to take at the moment. He always thought it was the sexiest thing about him, that hard voice coming from a pretty boy. Never in a million years did he think he’d hear that same deep timbre asking him how good he was fucking him.  All Billy could do was nod, a slow dumb movement that made Shawn feel incredibly good about himself.

“Answer me, baby.”

“Perfect, Shawn. Keep going, please,” Billy scraped out. 

“Say my name again.”

Shawn pushed right onto Billy's prostate while he whispered into his ear. It was getting close to cruel the way he continued to make Billy whimper. It may not have the screaming he so badly wanted to hear, but it was close enough. He was only trying to stave off his own orgasm. He had to make Billy come first. He knew he’d lose if he came before him, even though the only person keeping score in this silly game was himself. He let himself fully sink into Billy one last time and kept himself there to pulsate inside him. Shawn’s hand freed itself from his hair and down onto Billy’s neglected cock, the tip of it slick and dripping onto the comforter. It only took one shallow stroke of his rough hand to—

Billy was floating. He was falling down, down, down from heaven and the clouds high in the sky. All he could see was black as he fell back to reality. His face was back smushed into the tear soaked spot in the sheets he’d left earlier. Shawn was still inside of him. He let himself fall over when Billy did too. The weight of Shawn pressing down on him disappeared as soon as he was starting to really enjoy it. It was quickly replaced by an even better feeling, the warmth of Shawn’s come flooding out of his stretched and sensitive hole. Air hit his crack with a disorienting coolness as Shawn spread his cheeks open to watch his hole flutter and leak out his come. 

Shawn lost. He didn’t do the one thing he wanted to do, leave his come all over Billy’s piercing. It wasn’t too late…

Billy gasped at feelings Shawn’s finger digging into him frantically. Shawn made a scooping sort of motion inside Billy to collect the little bit of semen left inside of him. His hip was grabbed harshly to turn him around face up to stare at the ceiling blissfully. A cold drip onto his navel made him crane his neck down watch Shawn drag his come covered finger all over his gem. It dulled into a disappointing, barely twinkling thing that Shawn Cheshire cat smiled at. Billy’s head plopped back on the bed softly, a weird heavy feeling spreading in his chest at Shawn’s mean-spirited joy.

As Billy started to wonder if he should regret what just happened, Shawn eagerly climbed on top of him to press a kiss that was so sweet on his lips he decided to push away the bad thoughts swirling in his head. Billy wrapped his arms around Shawn and squeezed him tight to roll them both onto their sides. Shawn drifted off to sleep quickly in his grasp while Billy made up his mind. He didn’t mind being used for sex. He’d just use Shawn for intimacy.

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“Wow, I’d never thought you’d get on top. What do you think about it?”

“Eh, it’s a lot of work. I’m too pretty for all that.”

“Right, you’re just supposed to lay there and look hot.”

“Duh. Billy’s ass might be worth the effort, though.” 

Shawn could pretend all he wanted to, but Kevin knew when his old flame was feeling all sappy about a new love. He remembered the way he called him sounding high as a kite talking nonstop about Bret. 

Kevin heard the familiar sound of a candy wrapper being opened over the line. If Shawn kept eating those lollipops his teeth were gonna fall out. It did make his kisses sweet in that artificial way Kevin came to enjoy. Once again, he was not going to let himself get hard in a public area. This time at least he was in a bar, a more appropriate place to have an obvious erection.

“I’m really happy for you. I’m sure DX is too ‘cause you’re not terrorizing them any more. Now since you’ve got a new boyfriend, will you leave me alone?”

Shawn thought for a minute on that one. No, he was never going to leave Kevin alone. They both knew that. They wouldn’t have it any other way. Billy was good about understanding and dealing with it. He had to because it was just another weird part about dating Shawn Michaels. 

“You know you love hearing about it. I came so hard, Kevin. The only thing that would’ve made it better is if you were there. Hey, you think he’d let us tag team him?”

“Goodbye, Shawn.”

[anonymous101380]

entry four: 05/08/2024

I met this guy - we happened to be in New York at the same time - and I had the most magical kiss I’ve ever had.

Picture this - I’m backstage at some show, the only person I know is my best friend. We’re somewhere in the middle of Nevada. Paul, the one person my best friend did know (the whole reason we were there) ditched us with his entire crew. And I mean left us - he introduced us, and by the time we had gotten through everyone’s names - he was gone. Vanished into thin air. The first time I saw Andrew, was when Paul had walked us over to his crew. There Andrew was lifting weights, looking the absolute douchiest he could (his words not mine). We locked eyes, and he about dropped the weights. I blushed and found a seat next to my friend, straight across from him. You know the fun flirty looks that people do when they're trying to look at the other person without being caught - yeah that was us. Yet we caught each other every time, and we loved it. He’d smile, I’d blush and try and glance up at him through my hair. The others conversation soon drowned out, and it was him and I smiling at each other. We hadn’t even officially said hi yet. 

After the show, my friend and I were still hanging around and Andrew and I finally got to talk to each other. After we each said hi, and reintroduced ourselves to each other - the first question that left his lips was such a dark humor question. Something that if anyone else had heard - they’d think we’re insane. It was the best opening conversation starter I've ever experienced. We had our arms resting by each other - our fingers would brush, neither of us wanting to make the first move. The not so subtle glances down to each other’s lips. It felt so fun. He had even given me a guitar pic that I still have to this day, taped to my mirror.

We then had to go our separate ways, but not even two weeks later - we truly happened to be in New York at the same time. It felt like fate. I reached out, asking if he wanted to grab coffee if he had time - and he said yes. I got to the coffee shop an hour earlier than we were supposed to meet because I was so nervous. I had only been on two dates prior to this. When he came in, in the most ridiculous shirt ever and his nicest black jeans he owned. He had told me previously he was a light packer (I guess you have to be when you are always traveling). These were the one of three pairs of the same black jeans that he had brought with him, that didn’t have a huge rip in the thigh. I giggled at that, I thought it was cute that he had put on his “nicest” pants for me, but such an amusing shirt. Our hands were by each other on the table, and once again our fingers brushing - but this time he did make the first move. He intertwined our hands, and I couldn't help but blush. My cheeks were pink, and he couldn’t help but to comment “you’re really cute when you blush, I’m gonna make it my goal to never stop making you blush” - and he stuck to it. We sat and talked in the coffee shop for hours until the place was closing. Neither of us wanting to go our separate ways quite yet, not knowing when the next time we’ll see each other will be. We had started our journey down the street, trying to find some park where we could still be in each other’s company. Suddenly he stopped, we were on the corner of some street - right in front of a small flower shop. Just as we were about to kiss, our lips not even touching yet - we felt snow. The first fall of snow in New York. We both looked up. Not saying a word, just staring up at the sky for a minute. Until we both looked at each other, smiled, and met in the middle. Our lips touched. Our first kiss, standing in what felt like a snow globe. I’ve always hated the snow - the tragedies that come with it like scraping your car off, shoveling the driveway, losing power. But for once, I couldn’t be happier that it was snowing. With my hands on his pink cheeks, and his hands on the small of my back. Giggling to ourselves, I had made some comment about our hair being soaking wet, and needing to get inside somewhere. He quickly agreed but leaned back into me. So there we were, kissing in the middle of New York, while it was snowing - making it the most magical kiss I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing. 

Andrew and I haven’t seen each other since then. It’s been just over two years. He had gotten a girlfriend, I had gone on a few more dates with other people - we haven’t spoken. But not a day goes by where I don’t think about how the universe aligned us, how we couldn’t stop talking for hours - the conversation never ending. There was just something about us. 

-anonymous101380

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