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Swap into the CrystalVerse Chapter 28: Epilogue
Co-written with @crystalninjaphoenixÂ
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(AN: This is the end! Thank you guys so much for all the love we've gotten for this series! We've had such a blast writing and seeing your reactions!! And- stay tuned! More multiverse adventures are already in the works!!)
For once, the three of them appear all together--in a very familiar space. The doorway looms large and empty. Everything is quiet.
As soon as they all drop, Magnificent is no longer bound by Frederick's magic. He pushes away from Bro and then disappears in a flash of static.
"No!" Bro shouts and is about to run after him but Alt stops him and pulls him back. "He's probably just as tired as we are... we'll find him later."
Bro pouts and then sighs, helping the two of them up. "Alright- you have a point."
Both of them freeze as they hear footsteps rapidly approaching the room, the faint sounds of alarm bells. "Movement! I hear movement! Move move move!"
The brothers share a terrified glance.
"Run?"
"Run!"
Alt grabs Bro and glitches them out of there- happy for once he knows exactly where to go.
The brothers soon appear back in their apartment. Alt sways- the jump they just took was huge and he didn't get a lot of his magic replenished. His eyes roll up as he starts to crash to the floor. Bro quickly catches him though. "Woah!"
There's the sound of something falling over- then the lights all flicker on. Following after that is the sound of... barking? And a furry bundle of cream fur crashes into the Brodys, toppling them to the ground.
Bro holds up an arm to protect Alt but then blinks in confusion. "...S-Sahne?"
Sahne is barking, tail wagging happily as she licks Alt's face. Alt scrunches up his face and pushes her away, blinking blearily out. "...hah??"
Footsteps rapidly approach them in the hallway before they see a new figure. It's Jackie- he's breathing heavily, holding a baseball bat in his hands and hoisting it up like he's ready to strike. But, his eyes widen as he sees who's in the hallway. "C-Chase? Alt?"
Bro feels tears come to his eyes as he sees his best friend- his actual best friend. "J-Jackie!"
Jackie scowls, his parental disappointed scowl. One that shows both anger and fear. "W-Where the hell have you two been?! We've been worried fucking sick! We all staked out here just to try to find clues and- Jays was just about to file a police report and-!" He quiets his shouting as he takes in the look of them. "...oh holy shit-"
Alt laughs at this. And soon that laughter starts to turn into light crying. Bro goes to hold him for a second, resting his head on top of his. He looks just as tired, even if heâs not as beat up as Alt is.
Jackie throws the bat and hurries to help the two up, taking them to the living room.
Once in there, they see that the apartment has been set up with sleeping bags and backpacks. Laptops are all over- two on the coffee table, one on the kitchen island. The tv is turned onto the news, one of Broâs crime radios is playing, and scraps of paper and notebooks are strewn around. Dr. J stands up from where he was sitting by the coffee table, eyes wide as he takes in the sight of everyone. "Oh my god-" He mouths, holding up his hands to cover it. Then a blue blur is rushing at them, throwing his arms around the two brothers and attempting to lift them up.
"OH YOU ARE BACK!! YOU ARE BACK!!" Henny shouts, happy tears in his eyes, "Mein friends!! We have been so worried!!"Bro and Alt both wince but try to hide it, smiling at Henny.
Jackie pulls the taller gentleman back and gives him a sad smile. "Hey hey- give them a bit of space Hen..."
"Oh!" Henny looks at them and then gasps at the sight of them, "Mein gott! What has happened with you two??"
"It's such a long fucking story, Hen..." Bro laughs, shaking his head.
I'll make some tea." Dr. J signs as he hurries to the kitchen. Henny and Jackie help the brothers to the couch to rest.
Alt looks around frantically- and then finally hears a mrowl that's equal parts distress and delight. A flurry blob of black hits Alt in the stomach and then climbs up on his chest, meowing wildly. Alt starts to cry again as he hugs Glitches tight and curls up around her. "Glitches! Oh my sweet girl!! ohh i've missed you sooo much!!"
"Oh- I see how it is," Jackie teases.
"I'll miss you assholes later. lemme reunite with my cat." Alt deadpans before kissing Glitches all over her head, while the cat purrs and rubs her head against him.
The others all laugh.
Bro looks at the others in disbelief. â... did you guys really camp out here?â
âNot at first,â Jackie says, starting to gather up some of their stuff. âWe werenât sure if you guys just⊠left without telling us. But, we also knew something was up becauseâŠyou would have told us. So- when we didnât hear from you for⊠two days? We decided to come here to look for clues. Glitches was a fucking wreckâŠâ He shakes his head.
âWe did not find much⊠just that the TV in Altâs room was all- statisch.â Henny adds. âWhich is bad signâŠâ He pets Sahne as she comes up, bumping her head against him.
âSo we thought Mag was behind it⊠but we couldnât find head or tail of his furry ass either.â Jackie frowns.
Dr. J soon comes back in, carrying a tray of mugs and sets it down on the coffee table. Bro and Alt share a glance and laugh. Now it felt like home.
Dr. J smiles at them then signs, âWeâre so glad you two are okay⊠but perhaps you can fill in the gaps for us?â
âWe should call Stace⊠and Oliver- cuz Alt looks like⊠well you look like shit, man.â Jackie says.
Alt flushes and sits upright- but gets an earful from Glitches when he stops petting her. âNo! Donât call Oli! I donât wanna worry him!â
âDude he was here just a couple hours ago trying to help,â Jackie smirks. âHeâll want to know.â
Alt freezes, face getting redder. â...he was⊠trying to look for me?â
The others all share a glance and Bro even laughs and pulls in Alt for a hug/noogie. Alt hides his face in Glitchesâ fur.
âWell gents!â Bro starts, âHow much time you got? Cuz we have an epic tale to share~â
âCan we share in the morning?â Alt moans, curling up to lay down in a semi-fetal position with Glitches squished in his arms. âOr three- Iâm so fucking tired dudeâŠâ
The others share a look and then they smile.
âSeems like we have time.â Jackie adds quietly.
â...you all should drink the tea before it gets cold.â Dr. J reminds them.
Everyone laughs. Friends, reunited at last.
It was good to be home.
Alt felt the TRVLR safe in his pocket, the knowledge of all their new friends and companions saved in his phone. Who knows what future adventures await?
#swap into the crystalverse#swapboys#alt anti#swap magnificent#bro fantastic#jackie mann#jack1eboi#dr. jj#silent film schneep#henny schneeplestein#sahne the dog#glitches the cat#i love being able to write all the boys together their banter is so fun ajgvhbka#i hadnt gotten a chance to in a while cuz of the villain arc :'C#which i need work on next ahgavjb#i hope you guys had as much fun reading as we had rping this!!#it was such a blast!!
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still into you | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | chapter one: thursday
summary: you, syd, marcus, and carmy return to where it all began: new york city, prompting you and carmy to think a lot about your past... and your future together. (four part series | follow-up to 'make my heart surrender)
warnings: lots of swearing, tooth-rotting fluff, use of she/her pronouns, the lightest of smut, no use of y/n, second person pov
word count: 5k
listen to: 91 - bleachers | now i'm in it - haim | bewitched, bothered, and bewildered - ella fitzgerald (playlist here)
a/n: re: the poll -- yall really said 'let this man be happy please!' and i love that for us. if you voted for the other fic, i want to reassure you that i will be writing that one right after this! please enjoy all of the fluff and joy of this four chapter fic. i also feel like i potentially robbed us of a smut scene so... anyone interested in a bonus smut scene as a companion to this chapter?
ThursdayÂ
âAlright, guys. We only have a few hours to get our day one prep done. Iâve outlined a schedule for today so that weâre as efficient as possible. Tomorrowâs gotta go smooth, alright?â Carmy instructs, laying out the day.Â
You listen intently, marveling at your boyfriend in-action. Heâs so fearless when heâs in his element, and being back in New York just seems to bring back all the memories of how you met. Itâs like youâre twenty seven again, huddling up for a pre-shift meeting, led by recently-promoted wunderkind CDC, Carmen Berzatto.Â
Only, youâre not twenty seven anymore and Carmy is the love of your life.Â
âIâm gonna start with the mise for our beef dish, so Syd, can you get working on our signature veal stock? I think we should work with one in the pressure cooker just in case we get short on time and have a back up,â Carmy directs, an intense determination filling his eyes.Â
He looks from Sydney to Marcus, before continuing his orders.Â
âMarcus, I need you to start on the ice cream today, chef. I ordered us some liquid nitrogen if we need to make more on the fly, but Iâd really prefer not to.â
And then itâs your turn, and boy, do you love to watch him work. You have to fight the corners of your lips from curling into a broad grin because you know now is not the time.Â
âAnd lastly, Iâm gonna have you work on the pasta. My goal is for us to get all of the agnolotti assembled today, so Iâll jump in when I wrap up with my mise to help you with that, yeah?â
âHeard,â the three of you answer in unison.Â
Everyoneâs got their game faces on because this is a big deal.Â
The biggest, actually.Â
Representing The Bear at the James Beard House is more than a big deal â itâs an honor. Only a handful of chefs get invited to cook here per year, and after a little fancy footwork in terms of scheduling, the four of you were finally able to agree on a date with the famous organization. Youâre more than elated to be a part of the team, even if you arenât working at The Bear anymore.Â
The four of you quickly busy yourselves with setting up your stations. You only have a few hours to accomplish a whole lot of prep, and the pressure sits heavily on each of your shoulders. Tickets to the dinner had sold out within the first hour, which, after all the press, accolades, and media attention the restaurant had earned over the last few years, hadnât been a huge surprise.
âThink you can keep up, chef? Donât tell me youâre gettinâ rusty on me,â Marcus quips, already starting the playful trash talking early.
You let out a laugh, before challenging him in jest.
âDamn, Marcus. Hasnât been that long. Bet I can still kick your ass on a âbeat the clockâ mise, chef.â
âOooooh. Shots fired,â Sydney calls out, joining in on your friendly banter.
âChallenge accepted,â Marcus shoots back, almost instantly.Â
And then youâre scrambling to get as many prep containers and a kitchen scale, as you race your friend and mentee, all in good fun.Â
Youâve missed this.Â
Itâs only been a few months since you started your new job â a culinary education director at a startup intent on building more sustainable food systems. While your heart would always be at the restaurant, youâd been ready to take on new challenges. The salary pay and benefits didnât hurt either. You were happy taking a grown-up job, craving a little more stability and normalcy â and so that you and Carmy could stop paying out the ass for health insurance. Besides, you were still working with food. It just looked⊠well, a lotta different these days.Â
Youâve missed the fast pace of the kitchen, your people, and Carmyâs desire for excellence, but itâs not like those things have left your life either. You still have them.Â
After youâd left the restaurant, Marcus had taken over as the head pastry chef. In the last few months, youâve watched him mentor and inspire a new group of wide-eyed, green, chefs-in-the-making, which had made you prouder than youâd ever have the words for.Â
You can smell the sharp-allium scent of onions, as Syd quarters them for her stock, and while you have several cartons of eggs and 00 flour, Marcus has gathered all the milk that youâd just purchased for todayâs prep.
âBehind,â Carmy says. He passes you by with a few 5 qt storage containers stacked, as he hugs them to his body with one arm.Â
You feel his other hand place the gentlest touch on the small of your back as he leans in and whispers in your ear, âItâs good to have you back, chef.âÂ
You smile, turning your head just enough to lean back to look at him.Â
âItâs good to be back, chef.âÂ
He presses the gentlest, slow kiss to your lips, and it feels like time stops for a moment. As he pulls away from you, thereâs a small smirk on his face as Sydney shouts, âOh get a room, you two!âÂ
âIf we had the timeâŠâ he murmurs quietly, planting one more soft peck onto your lips. His face is still only inches away from yours. You giggle in response, the tender moment filling your heart with warmth.Â
âSpeaking of time⊠I just bought Marcus a head start,â Carmy teases, your jaw dropping as soon as you realize what heâs doing.Â
You pull away from him, your head snapping towards Marcusâ direction to see that heâs already filled a 5 qt container to its capacity with one portion of the milk.Â
âSeriously? Damn it, Carmy!â you cry out, shaking your head. âThis is sabotage!â
You hear Marcus laugh in the background and as Carmy walks away with a cheeky feeling of accomplishment. You shake your head in disbelief.Â
âSorry, babe. You can deal with a little hazing, yeah? Since youâve been gone for so long. Gotta give my guy a head start. âS only fair.âÂ
âYouâre such a dick,â you scowl, scrambling to catch up.Â
Oh it is so on.Â
*
By the time youâre done with your day one prep, the four of you head to the hotel. Luckily, itâs only a five minute walk away, and youâre grateful that the James Beard Foundation chose to partner with one so close. The four of you pull your suitcases down the streets of Greenwich Village, before arriving at the luxurious, vintage-inspired hotel.Â
Youâre eager to get up to your room, as you havenât had a shower, nor a time to take a break since you all arrived.Â
âWoahâŠâ Carmy says, his brilliant blue eyes scanning the high end hotel room. âYou sure we can afford this?âÂ
You chuckle, âI think uh⊠they have a partnership with the James Beard Foundation, which is the only way I can answer your question with a âyesâ without having to tell you that we have to sell an arm, a leg, and our first born.âÂ
He shoots a half smile in your direction before letting out a whistle as he looks around. The floor to ceiling windows feel way outside of anything you could afford, as Carmy spots the French doors that lead right out onto a terrace. As you continue to explore the rest of the room, you spot a huge tub in the bathroom â something youâre very eager to take advantage of.Â
âPower nap?â you ask Carmy, setting down your suitcase in the middle of the room.Â
Youâll put your things away later.
âFuck yeah,â he agrees eagerly.
Youâve barely put your book bag down before youâre both stripping off your jeans and climbing into the perfectly made hotel bed. After spending the morning traveling, you, Sydney, Marcus, and Carmy had gotten off the plane at JFK and gone straight to the James Beard House in Greenwich. Not only had Carmy been antsy to see the kitchen and get a head start on prep, you hadnât been able to check into your hotel till this afternoon. Youâre both spent, and you know that Carmyâs been running himself ragged preparing for this once in a lifetime opportunity. He hasnât been sleeping all that well eitherâ his thoughts consumed with nailing down the perfect menu, while paralyzed with indecision.
His quest for perfection had made him irritable over the last few days. You could see that the pressure was getting to him. His appetite was down, he was picking fights with you about small, unnecessary things at home, and pushing Sydney (sometimes a little too hard) at the restaurant.Â
But today, he seems a little more in control of his feelings, and it puts him a little more at ease now that youâre finally in New York. He knows heâs been driving you crazy all week, and now that youâre all here, heâs hoping he can relax a little.Â
Now that youâre here, in the city.Â
Now that the dinner is only a day and a half away.Â
Youâre hoping heâll slow down at some point too â give himself a little time to enjoy how big of an accomplishment this is. At least by the end of the weekend. Frankly, youâre glad youâll have Saturday to enjoy the city without any pressure.Â
For all of your sakes.Â
Youâre surprised that Carmy falls asleep with you during your late afternoon nap. Heâs been so wired, so high strung lately, but youâve just been waiting for him to come back down. Now that it seems like he is, thereâs no way in hell youâre going to wake him up. Youâre curled up together when you wake, your back pressed against his chest, his arms enveloping you. It feels almost impossible to pry yourself out of his arms without waking him up, but his deep slumber confirms your suspicions and youâre more than willing to let him continue sleeping. It takes a few tries to slip out of his embrace, but you do, and itâs off to the bathroom to get ready for dinner.
You try to make as little noise as possible, but by the time you're out of the shower, and your hair has been blown dry, Carmyâs up. You can hear the hotel TV on as you exit the bathroom and see heâs put his jeans back on. Heâs perched on the edge of the bed, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You notice that the dark circles under his eyes that have accumulated over the years seem to sit heavier this week, as his eyes flicker over towards you.
âDamn, my girlâs got style,â he compliments, checking out your all black-ensemble. âWe really are back in New York, huh?â
You nod, grinning at his sweet compliment, as you sit down to slip your white sneakers on.Â
âYou meetinâ up with Liz and Maya tonight?â he asks you.Â
âYeah. Sydâs gonna join for a bit before her thing. She should uh⊠be here any minute, actually.â You begin tying up the shoelaces of one of your shoes, before slipping the other one on.Â
âYou sure you donât want to come?â
âNah I-, I'll see âem tomorrow right? But tell âem I say âhelloâ.â
âOf course. I think theyâre both really looking forward to seeing you.â
You check the time on your phone making sure you have enough time, before you make your way to where Carmy sits on the edge of the bed.Â
âWhatâre you going to do tonight?â you ask, curiously, stopping so that your body is right in front of his.Â
âWell Marcus is staging at per se so⊠Iâll probably just hang out. Order room service or pick up a sandwich across the street. I wanna run through all this shit so tomorrow goes as well as it can,â Carmy answers, waving his notebook at you.Â
Heâs like a man possessed, but itâs one of the many reasons you love him. You pull the notebook out of his hands tossing it somewhere on the bed behind you. You place your knees on each side of his hips, before settling down on top of him.Â
âThink you can relax a little tonight?â
He pulls you in, his arms moving over your hips. Carmy leans in, placing a small kiss against your glossy lips.Â
âThink you can help me with that?â
You giggle in response, twisting your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck.
âI think⊠that could be arranged.â
Before anything too spicy can happen, thereâs a knock at the door and you know itâs Syd. Carmy groans as you pull away, falling back onto the bed with a sigh of defeat. You climb off of him, heading to answer the door.Â
âHey, you ready?â Sydney asks, as you greet her.Â
âYeah, let me just grab my phone,â you reply, stepping aside to let her in.Â
As she enters the hotel room, Carmyâs sitting up. With his feet planted firmly on the ground, he leans over, resting his forearms on his legs as he runs a hand through his messy curls.Â
Sydney looks from you to a somewhat pouty Carmy, as if she knows she interrupted something.Â
âStaying in tonight, Carm?â she asks him, as you gather your things.Â
âYeah,â he grumbles, and you canât help but notice how tired he looks.Â
Sydney rolls her eyes in response, âDonât worry. Iâll have her back by nine.â
âAlright, Iâm ready,â you say with a smile as you address Sydney.Â
âYou guys have fun,â Carmy nods, with a half assed wave.
âDonât work too hard, boss,â Sydney adds, as the two of you turn to leave. âOh and Carmy. Youâve got a littleâŠâ She gestures towards the lipstick youâve left on his face.Â
You laugh in response, and as you close the door, Carmy can hear Sydneyâs âoh my god, you two are like rabbitsâ comment in the distance.Â
Carmy allows himself to fall back on the bed, reaching above his head to grab his notebook again. Heâs honestly grateful to have a night to himself. Heâs never been much for going out, or big social events, so having a night in feels like a good kind of calm before the storm â especially because the next few days will be full of social interactions. Heâd always found New York City a little overstimulating.Â
Between the dinner and the reception on Saturday, Carmy felt like he was collapsing under the enormous pressure â his only out being excellence. Itâs not just the fact that being invited to cook at the James Beard house was a once in a lifetime opportunity, but thereâs important business to announce here too. And then thereâs the social aspect of it all, and he canât help but feel like there are high expectations: from the food world, his reputation, your old friends from New York. And he wants to make everyone happy â he wants to impress them all.Â
Something about being back here, and being back here with you, has him caught up in his head about it all. This is where youâd met. Itâs also where heâd been at his lowest â right before Mikey died. So much has changed, and Carmy feels too large for his old battlefield.
Because thatâs what it had been for him: a battlefield.Â
A battle for his mental health, to rise to the top of the New York City fine dining scene, fighting with his feelings for you.Â
Over the last two years, he had learned that he didnât have to fight every single damn day. Some days he could just⊠be â be himself, whatever the fuck that meant, be a friend, and be with you. It felt strange â familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Being back here makes him somehow feel like the total loser he was six years ago when he first arrived in NYC⊠and a completely different person at the same time.Â
While he was over the moon when he got the call from the James Beard Foundation, he also couldnât fight this uncomfortable feeling thatâs been sitting in his stomach all week long. Carmy had never quite been able to come to terms with the whole âcelebrityâ aspect of the food world. He knew what he could do in the kitchen. That was unquestionable. But the rest of it â the networking, the celebrity chef circles â was the part he felt most unsure about.
Ever since Sydneyâs Rising Star win, heâd let her take center stage with her rising visibility in the culinary world. Actually, heâd been grateful that she was so good at it â that it seemed like she enjoyed the part of the job he hated. There was someone to take the pressure off of him â someone who thrived in front of the camera so that he didnât have to. But he knows at some point this weekend, heâll have to face the music.Â
There were big changes coming to The Bear.Â
*
It didnât take long after the initial introductions for your friends to fawn over Sydney. They were more than happy to meet your friend theyâd heard all about, and the incredible chef who was shaking up the Chicago food scene.Â
âWell Iâm glad to hear that some things have changed and that working with Carmyâs not a total nightmare any longer-?â Liz concludes your conversation about the restaurant, earning an eye roll from Maya and a laugh from both you and Sydney.
âOh no itâs still tough sometimes,â Sydney says back. âHe has his days. We all do.â
âLiz!â you protest, in regards to the Carmy-bashing.
âWhat?! You didnât have to work directly under him back then!â she defends herself, before clarifying with Sydney. âAnd in his defense, Sydney, it was really our exec chef who was the real nightmare.â
âOh she works directly under him, alright,â Maya jokes, raising an eyebrow at you.Â
âAnd sometimes on top of him, and also-,â you quip back, ready to play along.
âOh my god, youâre out of control and I am sick of you!â Sydney exclaims with a laugh in reference to your crass comment.
âSo tell us more about the new restaurant,â Maya prompts, refocusing the conversation back to Sydneyâs previous reveal.
Sydney tells your friends about The Bearâs plans to expand, and shares ideas she has that even you havenât heard from Carmy yet. As she wraps up her story, she realizes what time it is, meaning that sheâs gotta head uptown soon. She really only was supposed to stay for a glass of wine, but meeting your friends has been so fun that sheâs lost track of time.Â
âShit. I have to head out,â she says. âBut Iâve really loved meeting you guys. Youâre coming to the dinner tomorrow night, right?â
âWouldnât miss it.â
âAbsolutely.â
âAnd the reception!â you add gleefully, so glad you get to see your best friends three days in a row.Â
âItâs been really great meeting you, Sydney,â Liz says, shooting you a look of approval. She squeezes your hand under the table momentarily, before saying, âThanks for taking care of our girl. She speaks so highly of you.â
âWhere are you off to next?â Maya asks, excitedly.Â
âSydâs got dinner plans,â you answer, waiting for Sydney to provide more detail.
âYeah, I uh-, I got invited to one of the To Be Hosted events and it just worked out that weâd be in town for this the same weekend,â Sydney replies, a glimmer of excitement flashing through her eyes as she shares.
âDamn, you got invited to a supper club?â Liz marvels. âOkay!â
âYeah because sheâs a rockstar,â you cheer your friend on, saying it so matter of factly that even a stranger would believe you.Â
You all say your goodbyes to Sydney before ordering food. It feels so good to be back in the city, back here with some of your best friends. Maya and Liz had been the friends that held you up, and you them, when you lived here. While you had met Liz at your last job, a sous chef under Carmyâs leadership, Maya worked in fashion and the two of you had become fast friends after meeting through an ex-boyfriend. Once you introduced the two of them to each other, the three of you had been inseparable ever since.Â
They had always been your biggest cheerleaders â especially when it came to you and Carmy.
âSheâs great,â Maya says, in reference to Sydney.Â
âRight? Iâm so excited for her. This is a huge deal: create her own menu, a chance to run kitchen without CarmyâŠâ you agree, feeling deep satisfaction over the amazing people you have in your life. âWeâre announcing the big news at the dinner tomorrow.â
âSpeaking of, how is our favorite guy? Whatâs he up to tonight?â Maya asks, guiding the conversation back to Carmy.Â
âI told him he could come but I think he wanted to stay in tonight. I think he needs some time to decompress. Heâs been pretty high strung all week,â you answer.Â
âCarmy? High strung?â Liz asks back sarcastically, earning a laugh from you. âIâm kidding! I really am looking forward to seeing him tomorrow.Â
Maya shakes her head, before taking a sip of her glass of wine. Sheâs always adored Carmy, but knows that Liz has a different relationship with him, having worked as a line cook.Â
âYou guys are⊠getting serious, huh?â Liz asks, glancing over at you.Â
âUm.. I think those two were married after their first coffee date,â Maya adds.Â
âIt was not a date!â you insist, shooting her a look.Â
Liz lets out an unconvinced laugh, and you accept defeat because you know theyâve always been right about you and Carmy.Â
âMaya, donât forget. Our girl is and has always been the Queen of Denial,â Liz adds, winking in your direction.Â
âOh ha-ha. You guys are so funny,â you reply dryly. You nod, thinking about you and Carmyâs relationship over the last few years. âYeah uh⊠itâll be three years in the Fall so⊠you could say itâs getting pretty serious.â
Your friends are beaming back at you in response to your admission, and while youâd love to spend all night talking about how head over heels you are for Carmy, youâre also kind of ready to shift the attention off of you and your relationship.Â
âEnough about me. Whatâs going on with you guys?â you change the subject.Â
It feels so good to catch up with your girl friends. You all agree to make it an early night. While Mayaâs husband had agreed to put their kid to bed, she wants to make it home in time anyways. Liz has a date later, and before you know it, youâve wrapped up dinner and are walking back to your hotel. You send Carmy a quick text, because youâre only a few blocks away.Â
You: On the way back.Â
New York City has always been so inspiring to you. The city itself feels alive â like thereâs an electric undercurrent that always makes you feel so full. Thereâs never a dull moment, and it feels as if the potential for a wild adventure is always around the corner. Itâs also the place that you and Carmy met, all those years ago. Itâs funny. The version of you that met him six years ago never couldâve predicted this: that youâd actually get to be here together, after almost three years of loving each other fiercely.Â
Your friends were and always have been right about you.Â
Back then, you were Queen of Denial and even then, Carmy had been your king.Â
But youâre here now: in the city you met in, stupidly in love with the man youâd met six years ago who had seemed terrified to merely have a conversation with you.Â
Your phone buzzes in your hand, interrupting your trip down memory lane, as you peek at the text you just received.Â
Carmy: Went out for a walk and a smoke.Â
You type back a quick, yet short reply.Â
You: Love you.Â
When you return to the hotel room, you enjoy the quiet of the evening. It still feels like spring in NYC, so you open a window because it just feels too damn good outside. No wonder heâd gone for a walk. You kick your shoes off, placing them gently by the door, before stripping off your jacket and heading into the bathroom.Â
As you pull your hair up and out of your face, piling it into one conglomerate on top of your head, you eye the large bathtub youâd admired earlier. Not only are you in need of a relaxing soak, but youâre hoping you can persuade Carmy to join you â maybe even help him destress a little. You donât think twice about it, as you strip off all of your clothes, sliding on one of the fluffy robes that the hotel has provided. You flip on the hot water, the sound of rumbling water against tile hitting your ears.
Thereâs a bath soak in a glass jar that you find on the bathroom counter, before adding it to the increasingly hot water. While it looks like a mixture of some kind of soak and epsom salt, large bubbles begin to form underneath the rapid stream of the faucet, and you inhale deeply.Â
Lavender. Vanilla. Chamomile, maybe?
The smell puts you at ease and you can feel your shoulders melting away from your ears.Â
Itâs not long before Carmy returns, the bathtub is almost at its capacity and the bath soak that you put in the hot water has bubbled up and blossomed into large, sudsy configurations. Youâve put on a jazz playlist, the sounds of Ella Fitzgerald filling the small space as you hum along.Â
âBabe?â Carmy calls out to you, as you hear the front door close behind him.Â
âIâm in here,â you call to him, turning the volume of your phone down a few levels. .Â
You hear a shuffle of shoes, before heâs peeking around the door frame, his eyes lighting up as soon as he sees you. He knows itâs silly. Itâs not like heâs been able to be very present over the last week, and it begins to dawn on him that heâs missed you.
âHow was your walk?â you ask softly.Â
âGood.â
He looks around the bathroom, the air thick with humidity from the hot water. You turn the faucet off, as youâve now filled the tub to its capacity.
âYou look comfy.â
âI am. Itâs a very comfy robe.â
You wait a beat before preparing your ask.
âBig tub,â you entice him, gesturing towards the bubble bath that awaits you.Â
âYeah?â he asks, a half smile on the edges of his lips as he takes a step towards you.Â
âBig enough for two,â you nod, making your case.Â
Itâs all the convincing he needs. Youâre removing your robe, leaving your bare body on display for him to see, and soon enough, heâs stripping down and climbing into the bathtub with you. You share an awkward laugh as the two of you clumsily figure out how to position yourselves for optimal comfort. Your back is pressed against his chest, and youâre truly in awe of the large bathtub that somehow holds the both of you.
It becomes progressively easier for Carmy to relax. Between the hot water, and your naked body pressed against his, thoughts and worries about tomorrow begin to slip away. The two of you enjoy the quiet intimacy between you, the soft sounds of your favorite jazz standards, and Carmyâs lazily dragging his fingertips across any bit of exposed skin that he can.
You lean your head back against his shoulder, and Carmy buries his face in the crevice where your neck and shoulders meet.Â
âWhy donât we do this more often?â he asks, in between leaving a few slow-paced, soft kisses across your shoulders.Â
âHm?â you hum in response. From the way his mouth and hands move across your body, and the silky feeling of the hot water, you barely have a thought left in your head.
âThis whole⊠bath thing,â he clarifies, exhaling a deep sigh.Â
This may be the most relaxed heâs felt all week and he likes that you seem to be enjoying this too. Â
âProbably because we have a tub that I can only assume was built for a small show dog,â you joke.Â
He laughs dryly.Â
âFair enough.â
Carmy waits a beat before speaking again, enjoying how his mind has quieted for the first time in days.
âLetâs put it on the list⊠for when weâre ready to move to a new place,â he suggests, quietly.Â
âSomewhere with a big tub?â you ask, only sort of surprised by his request.Â
âYeah.â
You turn your head to look at him, as Carmy presses a searing kiss to your lips. You feel his hand snake between your legs and you begin to understand exactly why heâs enjoying this whole bath thing.Â
âAs much as Iâm enjoying thisâŠâ he whispers against your lips. âThink you maybe want to get out of this tubâŠâ
Another kiss.
â⊠dry offâŠâ
You slide your tongue against his as his fingertips move higher up your inner thigh, earning a hiss of pleasure from you.Â
ââŠnot put our clothes back on?â
And then heâs swallowing your moans in his mouth, as he continues his exploration. Your head is spinning, and itâs not just the hot water that makes you feel as if your soul was set aflame.
âYes.â
*
The next morning, you wake up alone. On the bedside table thereâs a note in Carmyâs scratchy handwriting that reads:
Couldnât sleep. Went to Chelsea Market. Love you.
You let out a frustrated sigh. Last night had been incredible but you also knew itâd be back to the grind today. While youâre excited for him â and for tonight â youâre also kind of ready for this to be over. Youâre ready to have your boyfriend back.
read: bonus smut scene | chapter two
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hello there! i just found your blog and i love your writing for hobie, so iâd like to request another thing for him.
would you mind doing something about a transmasc vigilante reader who tags along with hobie on patrols and late night hangouts? hobie and the reader could diy their own costumes together :) maybe reader is black cat, another spiderperson, or whatever you want to come up with. thanks in advance, and iâll probably request again soon!
hobie brown with a transgender, vigilante reader (ftm)
RAAHH thank you so much :]
i chose for the reader to be another spidersona, probably anarchist and super cool, hope this is okay! let me know if not
warnings: unsafe binding (thereâs a warning ahead)
pairing: hobie brown x transmasc!reader
requests: open ! PLEASE
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for you and hobie to get along so well and hang out outside of missions n such, i imagine youâre a spider-man who rejected miguelâs âinvitationâ to spider society. this is what might have led to you becoming a vigilante whoâs occasionally recruited by spider society after some begging- or youâve just been a vigilante from day one in your dimension.
but ! whoâs likely to notice such a person? hobie, obviously. you two become menaces and no one looks forward to being in a room with you. hobie destroys their faith in the constitution while youâre reinforcing everything
during missions, you make a hell of a team ! thereâs somehow this real nonchalant feeling to the atmosphere even if youâre punching down baddies
banter, plenty of it back and forth while swinging about and fighting for ur life
probably makes fun of your form or something playfully, makes a comment or two about a punch youâve thrown âyou call thaâ a punch?â âNaaah, nahnahnahnahnah. watch this,â probably does worse letâs be honest, throws the dirties punch known to man but it does the trick
youâre more stealth while hobieâs way more out there, style n all that
hobie dropping in on some operation to take down the big baddies while shredding away at his electric guitar, meanwhile heâs able to see you picking off people from vantage points
whenever youâve gotta wait about for some patrols or just observe for a night, you two will find some sorta rooftop to perch on top of and patrol from there. but the view kills
you two probably have a sort of routine: completing missions together for the spider society, hobie then tags along for some vigilante work, then you both kick back at his place once the days come to an end
chill night consists of hobie subconsciously strumming at a note occasionally on his guitar while you talk about whatever together
a lot of complaining about the institution, probably how much miguel fucking sucks
depending on ur current situation with transitioning, given that hobie knows, mans is probably the most supportive person youâll meet
hobie lives in a society that he actively chooses to protect despite being apart of the margin of people that are still severely oppressed to terrible degrees, be it for his race or how he chooses to express himself (in my head, hobieâs also a boy kisser). so i think that he has a certain passion for protecting those minority groups. you, as a trans man, sometimes get the hobie brown special treatment.
letâs you crash at his place whenever you need it, letâs you borrow his clothes n shit if they help you feel more masculine, will give you tips n tricks that either he uses or has heard work great for presenting masculine
does your makeup if you want it, like making your face look more chisel, fake facial hair or brows more blocky- that kinda shit.
if youâre yet to go through the execution process (top surgery), hobieâs ur guy (a terrible terrible influence)
if you have a binder, good for you- hobie is going to find it and customise it for you because heâs hilarious
probably does some like web stitching into it, lil embroidered parts that match his pins or something like âhobie was hereâ in his clapped handwriting
this isnât anything new, you two have this little game going on where you just steal and tag each others things for shits and giggles. his best work? punk-ifying your binders with those like spikes he has on his jackets shoulder pads
firm believer in trans men being shirtless in a binder is normalising something that shouldâve been from the beginning- probably also marched a free the titties campaign for all body types and identities cause they arenât inherently sexual and shouldnât be (if cis men can, why canât cis women, yâknow?)
if he accidentally damages your shit heâll either fix or replace it, maybe even make something to compensate
or it becomes part of the fit
these lil things have helped personalise your things greatly- thereâs nice little details all over that make you both crack smiles
makes sure that throughout missions youâre good if youâre binding, which he honestly just doesnât dictate. wonât be the type to tell you off for wearing it too long or during missions, itâs not your fault that youâre just doing what makes you feel more like yourself
instead just makes sure that youâre well rested after the missions over and does things for you so you donât strain
(DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. I WILL FIND YOU.)
if by some unfortunate twist of fate you donât have a binder, hobie will probably diy you one. argues that they can be mass produced by corporations, why canât he make one by hand? just one more win for the anarchists
diy binders are dangerous, especially if theyâre not made right. iâd like to think hobie would try his best, but i imagine he doesnât have access to the right materials
in this case, he probably rips apart his shit trying to find the right elastic cloths for your safety
that, or he makes a makeshift binders just a bit looser than it should be to reduce the risk of hurting you.
absolute worst case scenario ? could honestly fashion something out of webs (i have a spidersona that does this) mans a genius, heâll figure something out
positive ? binder looks sick since he makes it
(ok ur safe, continue)
if youâve got top surgery, good for u, hobie will have ur head if you donât take the appropriate recovery time
if you are involved with spider society, he either takes your missions for you or absolutely terrorises miguel into not giving you any
you think itâs just a subconscious, casual thing that hobie does but he always manages to slip a âladâ âboyâ âmanâ into his sentences whenever speaking to or about you. gender affirmations innit
that being said, hobie views you as a man wholeheartedly
hobieâs into physical touch so probably got an arm slung around your shoulder, tons of playfully nudges whenever he sees fit (often)
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i also wanna stress rq that the way i portray hobie; heâs so incredibly supportive, hype man, but heâs not this sunshine and rainbows thing iâve seen some people portray him as
heâs laid back, nonchalant but can get excited (like w the whole âmiles my guyâ scene where heâs so hype)
thinks/knows heâs hot shit but it doesnât make him arrogant. man just knows what heâs capable of and gets to be laid back thanks to it
#across the spiderverse#headcanon#imagine#male reader#oneshot#spider man: across the spider verse#ask#fluff#hobie brown#request#hobie brown x reader#transmasc#hobie brown x transmasc!reader#transgender reader#transgender#ftm#vigilante reader#hobie brown x vigilante reader#hobie brown x male reader
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Hi! I love your fics so much they always make my day better <3
I was just wondering if you could write an angsty/Sad Rosekiller fic? Idk why I'm just in the mood to feel pain and i love your writing so yeah :)
Hi you very kind human! I'm glad you find some joy here! What's fun request that made me hurt my own feelings so I hope it hits your pain fancy - as always requests and asks are the best! with love
Burning Desire (1/3) (rosekiller)
The thing with Evan and Barty is that everyone knew they were supposed to be together except them. They were both too stubborn, a bit too dim, and honestly too desperate for one another that neither of them had a clue the other had been pinning for years.
But how was Evan supposed to know? Barty was out flirting with everyone. He was with a different girl to in Hogsmead each weekend, and dancing with a different Slytherin boy every other, and kissing his friends just for fun. When Evan figured out he was ace he nearly threw in the towel, except his heart couldn't let go.
When Evan had both worked up the courage and had had enough, he wrote everything he wanted to tell Barty, planning to burn the note before he spoke to him in person. But as he wrote his heart out he realized that losing his friendship with Barty was actually worse than not telling him about this stupid little crush. Evan crumbled up the note and decided he once and for all needed to get over himself.
Evan went to grab his wand he had thrown on the bed as Barty walked into the dorm. He jumped and quickly set the parchment on fire, and Barty looked at him with a quizzical smirk.
"What are you hiding Rosier? Starting a diary like Regulus are we?" He chided.
In that moment Evan was hurt, especially because he had just decided that he would never be enough for Barty and at least being his friend, being able to be near him would have to be enough. And while he wasn't writing a diary, he did push his emotions down like Regulus and lash out instead.
"How about you mind your fucking business Crouch. You clearly wouldn't know a thing about privacy, seeing as you were basically practicing to be an exhibitionist in the common room with that 7th year," Evan sneered. It was meaner than their usual banter, and Evan knew Barty heard the nastiness in the tone.
Barty threw him a stinging hex, but Evan blocked it with ease: "oh screw off, you're just jealous because you haven't done so much as hold hands with someone since 4th year." Barty hit back.
"Jealous? You think I'm jealous? I don't want anyone you've been with," Evan scoffed, his cheeks flushed, betraying him though. He wasn't jealous about what sexual things Barty did, but he was jealous of those who held him closer...
What Evan didn't know was that Barty was only trying to get over his long lust for Evan. Evan never once reciprocated his flirtations, even when he was crudely foreword. How was Barty supposed to know why Evan was really jealous. Barty wanted to offer to help Evan find someone, but he never could bring himself to it, always thankful that Evan would decline because Barty wasn't sure he could handle seeing Evan with anyone else.
"Well clearly you are hiding something," is all Barty ended up replying. "I'll just forget it okay?" He finished and Evan sighed, just looking down at his shoes.
Barty stepped forward, reaching out like he normally would to pull Evan into a hug, but Evan jolted back. Barty looked at him surprised, they always hugged to make up after they snapped at it each other.
"I... I gotta go," Evan said and he nearly ran out of the room.
Barty stood for a moment confused and concerned. Clearly something was going on with Evan. He moved to his desk to fix it up and see if his herbology homework needed to be done, maybe help cheer him up. But he noticed that the first page of the homework was missing and the second page was singed. Did Evan burn his homework? Barty thought, but then he looked around him and saw the crumpled up piece of paper that must be the first page. When Barty picked it up though, he froze.
#did i know i had an asks box? no#rosekiller#hurt/angst#maybe hurt comfort? probably not#y'all asked for the pain#fanfic#lgbtq+#evan x barty#asexual evan rosier#evan rosier#barty crouch junior#marauders#slytherin skittles
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Reparo by amalin
Harry/Draco (2008, Explicit, 85k)
Voldemort's final defeat does not mean Harry Potter's troubles are over; far from it. In the aftermath of war, he returns to a Hogwarts that is fractured and divided, but this is no break that can be fixed with a spell. New owls, fading scars, surprising alliancesâand along the way, the hardest task of all, to live with it.
'I'm just saying, it's a good thing I never switched to your side,' Malfoy added, sounding more than a little delirious from the pain. 'Never could produce a Patronus. Wouldn't have made the cut.'
Iâve mentioned this fic on a few reclists before but I hadnât been able to reread it and write a proper rec until now. For those who enjoy old school Drarry, this is excellent 8th year food - quirky, fun, with vivid settings, organic slow burn and fabulous characterization. I reckon unredeemed Draco is not everyoneâs jam but for those who enjoy him let me tell you, his proud and pathetic Malfoy voice is an absolute delight. Heâs pretty insufferable, prejudiced, arrogant, holds grudges and has that annoying dramatic flair colouring his every interaction. Itâs rare to see him embarrassed or caught off guard from Harryâs pov which is why blushing moments feels like a victory for both Harry and us. From bullied Death Eater to the Slytherin champion to Harryâs fuck buddy, heâs complex and fascinating and so deliciously in character I canât help but lmao at his awful personality. I like this take because it makes me remember that people donât change that much, or that quickly, especially when theyâre so young.
This fic is an 8th year romance with brilliant Gen vibes for the most part, which I love. The Hogwarts routine feels so familiar and Iâve had a blast with their early interactions, all that cute snarling banter and fantastic dialogue keeping me amused and engaged at all times. There are moments that made me pause and appreciate the supporting cast, like the Christmas scene with Andi and Narcissa, or Slughornâs party - his aloof voice is so on point it feels like heâs jumping out of the books, and Harry soothing Ronâs insecurities about his relationship with Hermione was a very nice touch.
Speaking of characters, I canât not mention Draco since this is his party, but the Golden Trio is also a delight: this perceptive Hermione (âyou got a Malfoy look, you start to look sort of confused and wistful and eager all at onceâ) who takes notes for inexistent surprise exams + this feisty Ron who instead of exploding just celebrates that his cock is bigger than Dracoâs are just perfect. And young Harry has my whole heart - heâs snarky, impulsive and classically oblivious, drawn to Draco in ways heâs not able or willing to explain, and he never disappoints in his classic âdo first, ask laterâ philosophy đ his fire and sass complement Dracoâs brilliantly, itâs hilarious how he quickly learns how to read and handle him.
The fuck buddies dynamics are as awkward and intense as youâd expect from two horny, traumatized and inexperienced 18 year olds. They butt heads and go for it, never talking it out but finding more about themselves in the process. Despite being so different (and boy do they argue about it) Harry and Draco somehow click together emotionally and physically, with their skinny, scarred, imperfect bodies. Harry can be his true self with Draco and gives back just as good as he gets; theyâd be in the middle of an argument then quotes such as âthe color of the sky reminded him of Malfoy, a bruised, determined grayâ come and take your breath away!
If for nothing else, go read this if youâre looking for a different 8th year vibe, where no character is traditionally nice or easy to love. Theyâre all both light and dark, sweet but sharp around the edges, and we learn to care for them despite (or maybe because of) their flaws. This story leaves me nostalgic over those good old Hogwarts fics with lots of sneaking around and no heart-to-heart moment, which rings true for two lost boys figuring out who they are and what they want in the post-war. Itâs messy, confusing, awkward and dramatic, but also very relatable and real, their future together left open and full of possibilities. Enjoy!
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Greetings! I really like your writing. It is always well thought out and descriptively written. Do you have a specific head-canon for Lily and James that you think shines through in all of your fanfiction stories or does your idea of their character change?
Thank you anon, you're so sweet! I'm glad you enjoy my stories!
I have a few basic things that are usually part of my headcanons:
James being a little shit xD Especially in his younger years, I like to write him teasing Lily, pranking around etc.
Being smart, confident in his abilities, even arrogant, but nevertheless hopeless with regard to Lily - awkward, unsure, self-doubting, especially in his later years when he's already been rejected (at least) once by Lily and grown up enough to know he'd been an idiot. That all changes back when he realizes she likes him. xD I don't write them much after they get together but I feel that, once he knows Lily likes him, his faith in her love is unwavering.
Another thing he's not particularly confident about is being named Head Boy. Lily definitely has more faith in him about it than he does in himself.
My headcanon is also that he has been in love with Lily basically since forever (or at the very least, since he was old enough to be able to notice girls) and is a complete virgin who probably hasn't even kissed another girl. I can get behind different interpretations, and frankly I'd like to have the versatility to write him with someone else for the ~drama~ of it all, lol, but even if I write it at some point, my headcanon is that he's never been interested in anyone else (and never will be). In my head, I call him a Lilysexual. xD
I headcanon his relationship with Sirius being also full of banter and teasing. I see them like a real life brothers dynamic, with James being the younger brother - annoying, perhaps attention-seeking, but ultimately respects, admires and adores Sirius - whereas Sirius is the older brother, who is more serious, matures more quickly, pretends to be annoyed more often than he actually is, and loves James in a literally self-sacrificing way.
As for Lily - I see her as smart, snarky, mischievous in her own way. She's not a Hermione - I'd say she's closer to Ginny. She's diligent, yes - but not that much of a stickler for the rules. She's easier to anger and very likely to tease or snap back.
She's not athletic, but she likes swimming and dancing. Perhaps I'm drawing from myself on this one. xD
I like to write her as more flirty than James. My absolute headcanon is that she fell for James much earlier than she's willing to admit and never did anything with anyone else - but I can see her having flirted or even dated someone I've written her in a fully adult relationship with Sirius too so that should tell you something. And I very often (but not exclusively, now that I think about it) write her as the one to make the first move. She's smoother and can be very aware of her feminine wiles (which she uses on James exclusively). But the degree of her flirtiness varies from story to story.
She's stubborn and doesn't change her mind about people easily. Which tells a lot about her relationship with James - and Snape, too. I love showing her slowly figuring things out.
It's also my headcanon that nah, she didn't - it's more exasperation than actual hate. I think that's the age where you can say to someone "I hate you" and it means nothing the next day when the situation has cleared up. So I imagine James and Lily not being 100% on each other's throats, but more like antagonistic - he likes to tease, she likes to snap back - with the occasional epic fight in-between but some good moments too. Like, it was never the end of the world when they had to share a desk or do an assignment together. (Never mind that it makes for fun fics! ;) )
Overall I'd say that I have a decent grasp on their characters (decent enough that my beta, who's not a Jily fan, after having beta'ed several of my stories, has figured them out enough to call me out on things that feel OOC for them!) and the characteristics that fluctuate are the ones that define the dynamic between them - whether they're more reserved or confident about their feelings and experiences, which is a matter of circumstance too.
Thanks again for the ask! And sorry if you got more than you expected - I just love talking about them!!
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IMO, the current story arc in HI3rd might just be my favorite one so far. i've got a lot of thoughts to share on it, so I present to you this post! But first, a preamble :)
This is a really long post, I think I used the right tags for this? idk
I'm basically just copying over a post that I made for Reddit, so idk if this is way too long for tumblr or what. I've got a habit of writing pointlessly-long things on Reddit and idk if the Tumblr folks appreciate this or not x-x
but without further ado! my thoughts on the whole "city of salt and sand" story we've got going on right now.
P.S., this is mostly spoiler-free; I don't make any specific references to events in the story, except for Susannah's feelings but even that is really vague so it shouldn't reveal any plot twists or anything like that.
I remember how confusing and awkward it was when I first started playing HI3rd.
I didn't have a clue who any of these characters were, some parts of the story seemed weird, or convoluted, or had no explanation. Over time I caught up through reading the manga and catching up with the story; I looked through past events to figure out the story of the Captainverse; and I've been thinking plenty about the story of HI3rd and the other Hoyo games, trying to piece together different ideas and themes.
With all that in mind, I feel like this story arc has been probably one of the strongest pieces of storytelling in all of HI3rd, and maybe even across all the Hoyo games (that I've played, at least).
I'll make the obligatory disclaimer that yes, sometimes the technobabble gets a bit confusing. Thankfully I can understand a fair bit of it because of some exposure I've had to math and science, but I can't pretend to be at Schrodinger's level.
But I think this chapter did a great job at presenting some of these ideas in a way that felt natural to the progression of the story, while also making it understandable. We might get a statement that makes 0 sense, but you can usually figure out what's going on through context clues, as well as the analogies that some characters have been making.
I think the cast chosen for this arc has also been a huge help. This is probably the single most diverse cast we've had, in terms of personality, behavior, and mindset. Whether it's Kira repressing her "dislike" of Misteln, or the banter between Senti and Seele, there's been a lot of fun moments where these characters aren't all thinking on the same wavelength. Instead they need to find ways to understand each other. It really feels like there's an effort being made by these people to understand the situation they're in, and every step forward or misstep backwards feels meaningful. It's that variety in beliefs and personality that really spices things up and makes it feel so much more lively to me!
Building on that, I've also really enjoyed some of the themes being presented here.
Especially Susannah... oh boy do I have a lot to say here!
I think Susannah's development has been phenomenal (though it's absolutely criminal that a lot of it is limited-time events... THREE events now). In fact, while this isn't quite as serious of a situation, I'd go so far as to say that it's vaguely comparable to Kiana's experience in Arc City.
Yes, the severity is different.
But the thing that made me love Honkai was how we saw Kiana grow very slowly. It was an imperfect journey and it took tremendous effort on her part, but she was able to keep moving forward. Sometimes it felt like Kiana made progress (such as her training with Fu Hua), but this progress masked deeper problems that she couldn't run from (her sacrificial nature). This led to that emotional back-and-forth, where Kiana had real victories and real defeats over time. It wasn't just "The power of friendship!" saving the day in one fell swoop, but instead it felt like a much more realistic take on how difficult it can be to recover from trauma.
Susannah doesn't have to deal with the freakin' Herrscher of the Void inside of her, but her own mind puts up a big fight nonetheless. The more I see Susannah move forward and stumble back time and again, the more I feel a stronger connection with her as a character. For crying out loud, just in the last week or two I've lost count of how many times I've felt like I've been making great strides in my art one day while being a complete emotional train-wreck the next day.
Seeing Susannah breaking down but picking herself back up and moving forward nonetheless... That is why I put so much of my energy towards the idea of storytelling. It's why I play games and obsess over stories and analyze characters and dissect settings and come up with theories and headcanons and fanon and more. Being able to see these characters go through these struggles and seeing how that can relate to my own experience in life is something that has genuinely made me a better person over the years, and might have even saved my life in a way. I want nothing more than to be able to tell stories just like this someday, so that perhaps others might be able to learn and grow from my own stories that I conjure up.
While Susannah is the one I personally relate to the most, I've still been able to appreciate the rest of the cast, too. It's enjoyable to see the way they interact with each other, but I also feel invested in every single person here. There's even a particular someone I've especially grown to love here, but there's leaks and spoilers a-plenty out here in the internet right now so I don't really want to push that subject.
For the sake of keeping this spoiler-free I've been avoiding specifics, but honestly there's just too much for me to talk about even if I wanted to dive right into it. From the setting and stage design, to the character interactions, the development of the plot, the conflicts and resolutions we've had so far, it all just feels so satisfying to me.
I guarantee that there are some objective flaws somewhere in this story arc, and I wouldn't be surprised if others were to start pointing out those flaws. But I'm still enjoying the story, so even if I can't say "This is an objectively great story", I can still say "This is a story I love", and that's good enough for me~ ^_^
#honkai impact 3rd#long post#really long post#text heavy#i hope these tags are enough to make it clear that this is a really long post at least by tumblr standards i think?
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ooooo i saw your post about the wings au and have a question. What was your favorite part about writing it? okay, i have multiple questions. Which friendship/relationship was your favorite to write? what was the easiest part about writing this? what was the hardest? also, why did you choose the specific wings you gave each character?
OH I love to answer questions!! Thank you so much!
I think my favorite part about writing it was being able to indulge what I wanted--although the story and characters did still guide me at several points. That's true of fic in general--the ability to focus on relationships that are neglected, to tweak a bit of worldbuilding to your preference, etc. Specific to this fic, i LOVED being able to explore the characters and their relationships without romance; there's so much of it hanging over canon at times, it was so delightful to get rid of it all and figure out the characters without that, see how they behaved with each other.
Which ties into the next question! Getting to have a stronger Sophie/Tam friendship and dynamic was so much fun and probably my favorite. I actually had to consciously avoid putting them together sometimes because I knew I could very easily fall into giving them too much time, and there were other things to deal with. Their banter is delightful and I always smile when I remember I had them commit petty theft together. I love who they are to each other and the way they interact, and I hope to write more of them!
Easiest part of writing the au, that's a difficult one. Probably staying genuine to the characters, I think I did a pretty good job on that one. I didn't have to come up with the characters or their backgrounds or their voices, only had to adapt very familiar ones (as I had 8.5 books and several years of familiarity) to a slightly different context. I like to think I know the characters fairly well, so that was probably easiest :)
Hardest though was probably posting the au as I went, for a variety of reasons. It required a lot of discipline and commitment to it, because I posted a 7-9k word chapter every two weeks for a year and a half without missing a day, all while being a full time student with other responsibilities. The way I did it, it also meant that I backed myself into a few corners because I didn't have everything set in stone. The story changed and developed as I went, but I still had to try and fit it into what I'd already set up. I ended up with a few odd situations because of it where I had to puzzle things together that could've been avoided if I'd been working on the whole story at once instead of in chunks--not that I'd do it differently, as I got to take inspiration from people as I posted (some very important things in the au are only the way they are because people asked and talked about it!) and the schedule I set pushed me to write, but it was definitely an interesting situation.
As for why I chose the wings I did, the answer is a little different for each character! But generally, it's because I thought it either resembled them or there was a trait you could connect between the two. For example, Fitz has golden eagle wings because eagle is sometimes considered king of the birds and I find gold very symbolic with his character (golden boy, etc.). Sophie's wings are majority bumblebee because she's like a worker bee, constantly buzzing around and doing things and pushing forward, very team oriented, etc. They're partially void and feathers to represent her myriad of abilities and genetic modifications! Those are a few examples, but when I chose them I wanted to go for more known, recognizable wings. That would have more recognizable symbolism and associations, rather than like. A really specific unknown bird no one would know anything about without research.
I could likely go more in depth on all of these questions, but anyway!! Thank you very much for asking i love to talk about all things wings au related :)
#kotlc wings au#shattered upside down#quil's queries#literaturewithliz#i left some things while writing to be solved by future quil#and then future quil was like??? what am I supposed to do with this??#there's a particular arc/scene that has to do with#i tried to make everything make sense#but I was also limited in what I could do#so. that led to some finagling#there's so much wings au it's so many I could go on forever#long post
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Hi! Would you be able to write a James Potter x reader only 1 bed au with the fluff prompt number 24? That would be so cool! Thank you :)
kind of in love. | james potter
synopsis ââ who knew remus and sirius almost breaking up would push you and james together? âĄ
ââ james potter x fem!reader genre ââ fluff word count ââ 2.2k note ââ james and reader have graduated hogwarts and are around 18/19 also remus and sirius are together in this and if anyone has a problem with that then my account is not for you :)
request ââ hi! would you be able to write a james potter x reader only 1 bed au with the fluff prompt number 24? that would be so cool! thank you :) âĄ
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prompts ââ 24. âguess weâre stuck here for the night,â âdonât act like youâre not enjoying this,â
Remus was the best friend you could ever ask for and you wish youâd never met him. The two of you had bonded in your fourth year and, while he loved his fellow marauders, you were someone who he could talk to without being made fun of, considering there was a heavy amount of playful banter that went on between the four boys. The two of you had found a flat together right out of Hogwarts and youâd loved living with him.
You were both pretty clean people, keeping the mess contained to your bedrooms. Remus could cook, you couldnât, so you did the dishes after dinner, and you had a good group of mutual friends, so noise was never really a problem.
One of those mutual friends was James Potter. Youâd liked him for a while now, but had accepted it was just something that wasnât meant to be. He was over at your place helping you set up a new shelf set in your bedroom, youâd promised to help him study for his upcoming auror exam in exchange. You could have done it yourself, but James was taller and also you were both bored, wanting an excuse to spend time with the other.
âAll done,â James sat down on your bed beside you as he finished. âWhy didnât we just use magic, again?â
You snorted. âYeah, cause that worked out so well last time,â the last time youâd tried to assemble furniture with magic, James had somehow blown the whole thing up. âI thought you were the charms guy,â he sent you a questioning look. âYou know, the guy whoâs good at charms,â
âOh,â he nodded his head in understanding. âI thought you meant cause I was devastatingly charming,â
You shoved him and he rolled off the bed, landing with a grunt on the floor. âAre you hungry?â he asked suddenly. âI just realised how hungry I am,â
âYeah, I can grab us some food,â you reached for the handle of your bedroom door when you were interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming and raised voices. âIs that Sirius?â
James crawled along the floor and pressed his ear to the door, still on his knees. âYeah, this sounds like Sirius and Remus,â he strained. âI canât hear what theyâre saying though,â
âDo we⊠go out there?â you asked awkwardly.
There was a particularly loud shout and a bang, and you both sprung away from the door. âNope,â James said, standing up properly. âI think that would be a very very bad idea,â
âGreat,â you fell backwards onto your bed with a groan. âIâm starving,â
âSame,â James said. âWell, I guess we can study for my exam then, or we can just hang out,â
âNo,â you shook your head. âIf you wanna study we can study, thank you for the shelves,â
James nodded and looked around. âI may or may not have left my wand in the living room,â
You sighed. âAwesome. What have I got in here that we can do?â you didnât have much in your room. Just clothes and some stuff you were working on. You were training to work at the department of magical cooperation, and there was a practical test you needed to take in order for you to become fully qualified. âNothing, Iâm boring,â
âWell, thereâs a bed,â he sniggered and you shoved him away again, your heart fluttering. This really wasnât helping you get over your crush. âWe can study for your exam?â
âGod, what happened to you?â you asked, propping yourself on your elbow to look at him, sprawled out along the floor. His hair was messy, as usual, and you wanted to run your fingers through it. âIf you said that a year ago I would have died from shock,â
âI know,â he groaned. âIâm boring now,â he looked up at you over the top of his glasses. You were just in some black track pants and one of Remusâs sweaters. If the werewolf boy wasnât gay he would have thought he was in love with you. You and Remus did love each other, with the other three boys thinking you were dating before he came out. It had been a huge relief to James when Remus had told him. He'd spent two years feeling like the worst friend in existence for being in love with you.
You glanced behind you at the clock on your nightstand, it was already nine, Remus and Sirius had been fighting for two hours. âHow the hell does an argument last two hours?â James sighed. âIâm going to die of starvation,â
You moved over and patted the spot on the bed next to you. âI guess weâre stuck here for the night,â you said to him as he climbed in next to you, the two of you laying there side by side.
âDonât act like youâre not enjoying this,â James poked you. âThis was your plan the whole time, wasnât it. âOh, James, can you help me with some shelves?â Bam, Iâm in your bed,â
âOkay,â you shrugged. âSleep on the floor then,â
âPlease can I sleep here with you,â James said quickly, making you laugh. You could hear Sirius and Remus talking softly and he spoke up again. âTheyâre gonna be okay, right?â
âYeah,â you nodded. âRem loves Sirius, Sirius loves Rem, theyâll be okay,â you moved to slip under the blankets. âIâm freezing,â
âReally?â James looked over at you. âIâm hot,â he pulled his hoodie over his head before getting under the blankets with you. âYou know I thought you were in love with Remus for the longest time,â
You rolled onto your side, looking over at him. He stayed on his back, stubbornly not meeting your gaze. âReally?â He nodded. âNo, I never,â
âIt made me feel like a scumbag,â he admitted softly. âPining after my best mateâs girlfriend,â
There was silence for a few minutes, wondering if youâd fallen asleep without realising, slipping into a dream. You spoke up. âWhat?â
James got out of the bed, running his hands through his hair. âIâm sorry, I never meant to say that. Itâs just you smelled so nice and youâre so amazing it just slipped out, and now weâre gonna be trapped here until morning and youâre uncomfortable with the fact that Iâm sort of in love with you and-â
âJames,â you shushed him. âItâs okay. Weâre okay. Iâm not uncomfortable,â you gave him a small smile and held your hand out. James hesitantly took it, climbing back into bed with you. You squeezed his hand, watching as he took in a breath that he never let out. âItâs alright,â
He sighed. âIâm sorry,â he said once more. âItâs just, if you hate me, and Remus and Sirius break up, then itâs going to be you and Remus and me and Sirius, two separate groups and you guys are all my best friends and I donât think I can go a single day without seeing you without going completely insane,â he said, voice barely above a whisper. âBecause I meant it, Iâm sort of in love with you,â
âReally? Or are you just saying that so you have an excuse to drag Sirius here as some sort of plot to get them back together,â there were tears shining in your eyes, but they werenât going to fall. James shook his head. âAre you a hundred percent sure youâre in love with me, because if I kiss you and you decide youâre not I think I might actually die,â
âSo dramatic,â James laughed as he leaned forward, kissing you softly. Youâd kissed boys before, and James had kissed girls, but it had never felt like that before. Your mouth opened automatically, and you felt his hands come up to rest on your sides. You finally got to delve your hands into his soft curls, him letting out a little noise as you pulled on them.
âJust to be clear,â he pulled away, voice breathy. âThis means youâre kind of in love with me too?â
âYes, James,â you said. âI am kind of in love with you,â He kissed you again and again and again, peppering your cheeks and forehead with them.
You smiled against his lips. âSay it again,â he whispered, and you did. You said it over and over while he punctuated the phrase with another soft kiss. âI will never get tired of hearing you say that,â
Your hands pressed against the white T-shirt covering his stomach, James was fairly fit from five years of Quidditch, but he was a seeker, not a beater, and so he was more wiry than muscular. He tensed at the feelings of your hands, you pulling away to giggle. âDo I make you nervous, Potter?â
âSod off,â he mumbled.
âPotter?â you continued, pulling away and sitting up. âDo you like me?â
âI just had my tongue down your throat and you ask me if I like you,â he scoffed, a grin on his face. âAny idiot could see that I do,â
âI didnât,â you pointed out.
âYou, my love,â James said affectionately, pulling you into his chest so he could press a kiss to your hairline. âAre an idiot,â
âIâve never set fire to a bookcase,â you pointed out, relaxing as he held you.
âYouâll get there one day,â he said. âDonât worry. Thereâs still time,â you hummed in agreement, letting out a yawn. âGo to sleep, hopefully theyâre done by the time we wake up, I have work at nine,â
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Thankfully, they were done by the time you guys woke up. Remus and Sirius had talked out their argument and agreed to make the changes they needed in their relationship, Remus eventually wondering where you were (at three in the morning, over eight hours after you were due home, but you didnât care, not at all). They ventured into your room to find you passed out on top of James, one arm over your back to keep you steady against him, the other hanging off your bed.
Sirius smirked at his best friend, not knowing whether heâd confessed his obvious feelings or if the two of you had fallen asleep and moved unconsciously. Either way, he had something to make fun of James for.
Remus smiled softly. He did love you, and he was glad you and James had been brought closer by this, even if it was just for that night. He pulled his boyfriend away and the two of them went to his room.
Jamesâs leg in between yours was the first thing you were aware of once you stirred, shuffling awkwardly to become more comfortable. James let out a noise. âDonât go please,â
âJames, I have work in an hour, and you need to get up,â you said, voice croaky from sleep. âDonât you have work at nine? Itâs already seven,â
He groaned and stretched, hair even more askew than usual and eyes heavy with sleep. He fumbled around on your nightstand for his glasses, putting them on his nose as he yawned. Once youâd come into focus, he bit his lip, trying not to smile.
âWhat are you smiling about, sap?â you asked him as you got out of the bed, stumbling slightly as you gained your bearings.
âI love you,â he said, and even if you werenât looking at him, you would have known he was smiling, the pure love radiating through his tone.
âWhat?â his smile dropped off. Heâd dreamed it, hadnât he? Of course, he finally tells you how he feels and itâs not even real. You giggled and kissed him. âI love you, too,â
âYouâre the worst,â he said. âCan I take you out tonight?â
âWhat?â you said, acting offended. âYou didnât like our romantic date last night, confined to my bedroom while our best friends had an argument that lasted four hours?â
âI think it lasted longer,â James said as he got up, pulling his hoodie on. âThey were still at it when we fell asleep,â
âI hope theyâre okay,â you said as you finished brushing your hair, turning around to give James a quick kiss. You opened the door hesitantly, peeking your head out only to be met with the sight of your two best friends smirking at you. âHello Sirius, hello Remus,â
James appeared behind you, looking sheepish. âHi,â
âYou guys get cosy last night?â Sirius asked, taking a sip of his tea.
âOnly because you guys were fighting and we didnât want to interrupt,â you mumbled, eyes meeting the ground.
âOh, love,â Remus slung an arm around your shoulder. âWe completely forgot you were home, Iâm sorry,â
âNo big deal,â James said. âI got a girlfriend out of it, so thanks for having issues, guys,â he clapped Sirius on the shoulder, the latter choking on his drink.
âYou guysâŠâ he trailed off, waiting for one of you to finish the sentence.
âIâm kind of in love with her,â James stole you from Remusâs arms and spun you into his, planting a kiss on your cheek.
Remus looked over at you, a smile growing on his face as you sighed like it was a big obligation. âIâm kind of in love with him too,â
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hello!!can you do a part two of your Yandere!Tommy x Reader x Yandere!Tubbo Headcanons/Fic ?! i loved it!!
It amazes me how this became a fan favourite OVERNIGHT like daaaaamn!
This one is gonna be split into parts around the end, so like what happens if you choose Tubbo/Tommy/Neither/Both
(f/l) = first letter of your name
(N/n) = nickname
(f/f) = Favourite flowers
Eggpire does not exist
ALSO. The last Route (Neither) I wrote is shorter because apparently, Tumblr wants to crash after you surpass 10k words, but I could write a continuation fic of Neither that might turn into another x reader? Just platonic? Not sure. Remember, I will always write a continuation of a fic if ever asked.
TW: Yandere, Explosions, Burns, Scars, Manipulation, Mention of Painkillers and being drowsy on them, brief mention of collapsing
Part one
Yandere!Tommy x GN!Reader x Yandere!Tubbo Headcanon/Fic Part 2
Tommy was furious to see you spending time with anyone that wasnât him.
But seeing you having an early morning coffee with Ranboo??? Tubboâs husband???
He was about to light the damn house on fire he was so pissed! Thatâs not even exaggerating, he wouldâve and had you live with him! Although he wouldnât let you know he did it.
Poor Ranboo was trembling so bad, genuinely fearing for his canon lives.
You quickly got up and stood in Tommyâs sight, prevent him from glaring at your tall friend, although he still didnât look happy.
Before anyone could say anything else, Tubbo stormed through the door with his sword in his hand and teeth violently grit together.
âSo... You werenât trying to throw me off by writing about going to see them in your memory book,â Tubbo growled softly at his husband causing Ranboo to desperately pull his memory book closer to his chest, tears brimming his eyes. You could understand why, his best friend went through his memory book without his knowledge and possibly went through his other things in an attempt to figure out what he was doing.
âI guess neither of you are loyal...â Tommy grumbled with a roll of his eyes, causing Tubbo to give him a hard jab in the ribs, âOw! Bloody hell, mate! Iâm just saying both of you are going for them without even breaking up first!â
âItâs platonic!â Both Tubbo and Ranboo stated although Ranbooâs voice came out as a tiny and meek protest, rather than Tubboâs annoyed growl. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Ranboo put his crown back on his head, âIâm-Iâm not interested in chasing them, so no... I was just talking to them...â He visibly shrank in on himself as the two boys glared darkly at him, âI... Should go...â
âHold up.â You pointed at him, making the tall and lanky male stay seated in his spot while you turned back to Tubbo and Tommy, âI know why Ranboo is here. I know why he,â You pointed to Tommy, âIs here. He always kicks down my door early in the morning to do some crazy things. But why are you here?â Moving your finger to point at Tubbo, you noticed his look immediately softened upon you turning your attention towards him.
His cheeks became a light pink and his goat ears fluttered slightly as he put his sword away, âAm I not allowed to visit?â There. There was one of the mood switches and manipulation Ranboo warned you about. âTommy invited me to LâManberg, and I heard my beloved platonic husband was in the area as well. Plus Tommy left the door open.â
You blinked a bit, caught off guard by the fact that Tubbo completely brushed over the fact that he was here because he had read Ranbooâs memory book, âOh, I see... Then shall we all go mining today? Weâd be able to get a lot more ores than before!â You smiled, pretending that your two friends didnât kick down your door and threaten the man who was just trying to protect you.
âWith Tubbo and Ranboo?â Tommy growled out in disgust at the thought of you spending time with them, âBut (Y/n)! We always go mining on Thursday mornings! Itâs our thing. Between just US! Aka, not Tubbo and Ranboo...â
âI- uh, have a meeting with Techno and Phil later today, so I canât go. Sorry, (Y/n)...â Ranboo murmured, although you could tell by the shakiness of his voice that he wanted nothing more than to run and hide in his panic room.
âIâd love to go!â Tubbo chirped softly, ignoring the audible noise of disgust and annoyance that Tommy made, âLet me just get my stuff from my enderchest.â He walked over to your enderchest and opened it. You didnât mind too much as you gave everyone full permission to make themselves at home in your house, but you were just a bit shaken up at the moment.
Ranboo quickly got up and scurried out the door, giving you an odd look as he passed by. He looked... Guilty, but his smile was sad and soft, but seemingly affectionate. You knew he would help if these two were scaring you too much.
The two boys brought you to an unpopular mine in the DreamSMP that was filled to the brim with ores.
They were quick to take down any and all mobs that came within any sort of distance to you, recklessly charging without a second thought in attempts to protect you.
While there was intense amounts of fear and tension circling through your veins because of this morning, you did quickly grow to have fun with the banter between these two.
Even Tommy and Tubbo were having fun bickering, almost seeming to forget the fact that they were in a war with each other. Almost.
The constant fluttering of their hearts and warmth on their cheeks was an easy reminder of what they were fighting for.
Every single ore, gemstone and pretty rock that you looked at, the boys would immediately pick up and put in their bags so you didnât have to carry it.
When Tommy began to whine about being hungry, you wanted to go back to the surface to eat the food you had packed, but they both thought that was too far.
So, you suggested sitting down in the abandoned mineshaft you had discovered.
âOoh!â Tubbo squeaked, his ears wiggling as he turned the corner of the mineshaft, âThereâs a ravine over here! Letâs eat by the light of the lava so we donât waste all our torches!â
âFinally! Iâm starving!â Tommy tossed his ore-filled bag off of his shoulder and set it against the wall. Once you spread out the thick blanket you had brought on the ground, he plopped himself down and set down his shield and sword, âWhat do you have for food today, Big/Little (F/l)?â
You hummed as Tubbo sat himself down on the other side of you with a yawn, likely not used to getting up early, âI have... Sandwiches, some fruit slices, berries, yâknow, the usual. You tired, Tubbo?â Glancing over at the brunet, you saw him rubbing his eyes with the long sleeve of his brown and yellow striped sweater that you had made him when he first travelled to Snowchester.
âLittle bit, yeah. Can I lay against you? Just for a little bit?â He asked softly as you handed Tommy a sandwich, which he practically inhaled in seconds. Once you gave a nod of approval, the smaller boy laid down and curled up with his head against your lap.
Tommy grumbled in annoyance and without thinking much, laid down as well with his head against your leg too. When you gave him a small questioning look as this was highly out character for him, but he simply just mumbled about how you were definitely more comfortable than the rocks.
You werenât sure how long you sat there, unconsciously playing with their hair as you glanced around the stone walls for any untouched ores, but by now both boys were asleep and you didnât feel like waking them up. Taking your time, you began to consider your situation now that you knew both boys were smitten with you and practically willing to hurt anyone who came in contact with you.
Tubboâs mood switches scared you, a lot, and you were worried that him being the nice and blushing boy you had met a few years ago was nothing but an act and that all the gifts were an attempt to lure you in or distract you from his violent tendencies. You had watched him walk into your house, eyes blank and filled with rage towards his platonic soulmate for talking to you without his knowledge, and you were worried that soon that rage would be directed at you for doing something he didnât like.
Tommyâs violent tendencies were just as scary though, so he wasnât in the clear in your eyes either. While he did shape up a lot from when you first met, he still had a tendency to bark insults at you and hurt your feelings, which you hope is unintentional. He also often tried to threaten people and keep them away from you, like Eret or Niki who got yelled at and a tad bit injured after they had given you gifts or offered to bring you somewhere cool... They didnât really spend time with you anymore after that... You missed them and didnât want the same thing to happen to Ranboo.
But, this couldnât go on forever. You couldnât just run... and you knew very well that rejecting either of the two would cause the other to lash out severely, to the point where the one you chose, you, and your friends were in major trouble. Itâs not like you could choose both right? ...Right? Then again... Choosing both would potentially cause tension to stir up again between the two best friends.
Your train of thought was violently derailed when you heard a hard thud a few meters in front of you. With a small gasp, you looked up and saw a creature of varying different shades of green slowly looking around before a few more thuds followed behind it. Before you could even think of waking the two boys, the green creature began to run at you quickly with its four legs.
A creeper.
A terrified cry left your lips and suddenly the weight on your lap vanished. Now awake, Tommy immediately grabbed his shield and used it alongside his body weight to slam into the creeper backwards into a small horde of zombies that had dropped down with it. âGet up you dumbass! Are you tryinâ to die?!â The blond yelled at you as Tubbo, who had also sprung up at the sound of your fear, began firing arrows at the group of mobs.
Once you got over your shock, you grabbed your axe and shield before quickly jumping to your feet and charging into battle. The zombie you had chosen to fight gurgled and swiped and gnashed its teeth together at you as you used your shield to block its hits. Backing up a few steps, you slashed your axe at the undead mob and took out its bottom jaw with the black blade, gleaming with an enchantment that set the creature on fire. The smell of burning rotten flesh caused you to gag and scrunch up your nose before you used your shield to shove it into the pit of lava at the bottom of the ravine.
Laughing softly in triumph, you turn around to help Tubbo and Tommy, only to let out another gasp of shock as you saw the very creeper that had been shoved away earlier had now returned with a vengeance. And it was mere inches away from your face.
There wasnât much you could do except barely raise your shield in time to block a good majority of the explosion from damaging your body, launching chunks of stone outwards and off the edge of the ravine.Â
And you as well.
â(Y/n)!!!â Tubboâs voice echoed through the stone cavern as you felt yourself get launched backwards before beginning to fall, gravity quickly beginning to grasp onto you and drag you down towards the lava below.
Reaching out, to grab onto anything that would stop you from falling, but to no avail. Your mind barely registered Tommy and Tubbo running towards you before you shut your eyes tightly, silently praying to whatever or whoever to save you.
Then you stopped dead in the air, something wrapped around your arms and hands.
Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes and looked up to see the human and a goat hybrid that had been laying with their heads in your lap just minutes ago, were now desperately grasping one arm each, preventing you from falling to the end of one of your canon lives. Both of their blue eyes were filled with tears that were dripping down their faces and hitting the molten rock at the bottom of the ravine as they struggled to pull you up.
Once you felt the solid ground below you, you finally managed to take a few breaths to calm yourself down as you felt tight arms wrap around you on either side, barely able to comprehend the sobs of terror from your savours. The dull burning and throbbing pain on your cheek were enough to bring you down to reality and carefully wrap your arms around the two wailing teens as they desperately clung to you, almost as if you were going to vanish right below their fingertips.
Tommy was the first to gather himself and pull himself away from your good shoulder and rub his eyes free of tears to look at the new injuries covering your body and your busted armour, âF-fuck... Weâre gonna have to get you to Phil to get those burns patched up...â He sniffled, trying to act like he wasnât just bawling his eyes out over you nearly losing a canon life. For once, he didnât seem to mind Tubbo clinging onto you and wailing into your side as you pet his hair, trying to calm him down.Â
Tubbo refused to let go of you for the next hour as you travelled out of the mine, his arms desperately wrapped around your waist/shoulders. (Depending on your height)
Tommy also held onto your non-burnt hand, that once held your shield, as he carried yours and his bag, leading you both back the way you came
If another mob came out to fight, it was almost a guarantee that one of them would run forward and the other would lightly push you into a corner, then proceed to block you from view via a shield and their body,
Even if you thought that you were in a decent enough condition to fight, the one shielding you would only look at you sadly and shake their head, saying something about the explosion burns along your (s/t) skin.
Once you had gotten out of the mine, it was around 6pm, and the sun was going down, but luckily Tommy had sent a message to Philza, his father, about the situation, so he was prepared and already at Tommyâs house, which was the closest to the mine.
It wasnât a long walk, but god you were so exhausted..
It got to the point where Tommy and Tubbo were on either side of you, preventing you from collapsing before you got to the home.
Letâs just say, when they opened the door, Philza was already there and immediately panicked upon seeing the injuries covering the one side of you and the state of your armour. (No you were not wearing the god armour Tubbo gave you.)
One of your cheeks and lower jaw were burnt and bleeding, along with your dominant arm and leg that werenât behind the shield when the explosion went off.
Tommy Route - Mellohi
Because your home still being near LâManberg and the Prime Path (In this route), it was easier for Tommy to check up on you while you were healing from your injuries.
While you were bedridden, Tommy was a lot, a lot, quieter when he came into your house, never sure whether or not you were sleeping.
If you werenât, he would eagerly show you something he found, tell you some drama he heard around the area, or tell you about his day. Or just play Mellohi on constant repeat.
If you were asleep, he would silently walk over and check on your bandages or potion supply, (updating Phil if you were low or bleeding from moving too much), or even sit beside you for a little bit to make sure you wouldnât just stop breathing out of nowhere.
To say he was scared your entire recovery process would be an understatement.
He would rarely let anyone but Phil check on you, definitely nearly blowing his nerve when Ranboo or Tubbo would walk into your house.
If it was Ranboo, we would definitely get picked up and thrown,
If it was Tubbo, he would try and push him out because he knew that threats wouldnât work on him.
In the situation that he did push Tubbo out, Tommy would immediately lock the door and stay in there for the next few days
For the more likely situation, because we all know how stubborn that goat is, and he wasnât able to push Tubbo out, Tommy would subtly put a few drops of the sleeping potion Phil made you, into your drink.
When you began to doze off, Tommy would mention it to Tubbo in the most serious voice he could muster. It always worked, because Tubbo wanted what was best for your health.
The absolute minute that Philza deems you stable enough to get off of bed rest, Tommy is by your side in seconds and trying to encourage you to stand up.
When you do get the nerve to try and stand again, he would immediately be holding your good arm, preventing you from falling if your bad leg suddenly gave out.
In the case that you do collapse from your injuries, he would at first be extremely panicked, but then heâd start calling you insulting names and calling you an idiot.
He would bring you on walks all around the DreamSMP to get you used to walking again but would have no problems sitting down again.
Thatâs a lie.
He would complain a little bit, but if he saw you were genuinely in a lot of pain, he would just shut up and awkwardly ask what he could do.
If you needed anything for pain, he would straight up run to your home and get it, if they already didnât have it.
The fact that youâre spending so much time with Tommy absolutely infuriates Tubbo, and he tries to guilt-trip you into spending more time with him.
But then Ranboo tells him that you can barely walk down the Prime Path without wanting to cry from the pain of the burns, and he offers to move back to LâManberg. Or at least whatâs left of it.
This sparks an argument between Ranboo and Tubbo almost immediately, but youâre much too tired to try and stop it, instead quietly asking Tommy if he can help go back to your home or to get them out so you could sleep.
He would be glad to.
Like he would do it, with an absolute goofy smile on his face because he basically gets your permission to have your attention all to himself!
When youâre all healed, your relationship between you and Tommy has practically tripled from what it was.
Youâre much closer to him than he was to Tubbo, to the point where he has told you everything.
Even about his exile...
Because of your closeness to him, he somehow got even more protective but also calmed down his threats.
Like, now you could talk to Niki and Eret again, but you were not allowed to leave your house at night alone, especially after mobs have spawned.
Hell sometimes if heâs really paranoid, heâll go to your house and spend the night just to make sure mobs donât bang on your door or ruin anything.
He straight up took the time out of his life to fence the property around your house off and fill it with torches so things didnât spawn in.
Sure heâll call you slightly insulting names, but he makes sure that they wouldnât be too painful for you before saying them aloud.
Tubbo still tries to be nice and manipulative, which Ranboo tries to stop, but itâs pretty much worthless at this point.
Heâs lost.
He knows it, Ranboo knows it, and Tommy damn well brags about it.
Tubbo does end up crying to you quite a bit about it, but you can understand, heâs heartbroken at this point and canât do anything about it. Tommy and you know about his manipulation tactics, he couldnât take Tommyâs last life because it would show up on your communicator, and then you would never love him!
Unfortunately, this does cause him to lash out at Ranboo quite a lot which led to their third divorce. Although this one seems quite a bit more permanent, you never know. (Ranboo took Michael)
One evening, Tommy invited you out of the house oddly enough. Even though mobs would be spawning soon? It greatly confused you.
He even asked you to wear nicer clothing? Like a tux or a dress? Either one or both worked in his eyes.
Honestly, you werenât sure how you were supposed to fight mobs in a fancy outfit, but you trusted him.
âTommy?â You asked, opening the door as you smoothed out your clothing with your hands and adjusted your hair a tad bit to your liking. It was shocking to see the tall blond nicely cleaned up and wearing a suit, but it was quite a welcome sight!
He nervously adjusted his red tie before holding out a bouquet of perfect (f/f), and cleared his throat, âYou... Uh... Clean up nice. I- uh... No- wait... What did Sam say again?â He murmured to himself, âAh fuck it... You look nice, (Y/n).â
You chuckled as your cheeks flushed a light pink, happily taking the bouquet filled with your favourite flowers, âIâll put these in a vase and then we can go where you wanna bring me.â With a smile, you quickly placed the flowers in a glass vase filled with water before going back out with Tommy.
âSh-shall we? Is that a common phrase to say?â He asked as he held out his arm for you to link with his, a habit he picked up from walking you around while you were healing.
âI suppose we shall. Calm down Tommy, no need to be all fancy and stuff around me.â You chirped with a small smiled as you took his arm, linking it with his, âNow, are you going to tell me where weâre going? Or is this supposed to remain a mystery?â
Tomathy visibly relaxed once you told him he didnât have to be all professional and fancy, beginning to lead you down the Prime Path, âItâs a secret! I worked hard on it too! So you better be grateful or Iâll kick your ass.â He jokingly threatened, smiling a bit as you laughed at his typical attitude.
He led you down the wooden path, the two of you joking the entire way with a goofy smile across your faces. Tommy then took a sudden turn onto a newly made pathway and lead you down it, never answering any questions about it the entire way, even when the buildings turned into a forest. The pathway was lined with fences, and the trees were filled with small hanging lanterns, not only preventing mobs from spawning but also creating a beautiful fairy forest effect.
Seeing your look of awe, he gave a small sheepish laugh, âYou like it? Puffy and Sam helped me out with it for the past few days, but this was my idea! And this isnât even the best part!â He grinned widely before quickly pulling you along again.
The walk wasnât very long, but it was extremely beautiful. Eventually, he brought you up to a large hill with a massive oak tree where a beautiful picnic was set up, surrounded by lantern light. Even with the lanterns, you were still able to get a clear view of the starry sky above without a single cloud in sight! âOh my god... Tommy... This is incredible...â
âInnit? Puffy helped me make all the food, but this was my idea. Unless you donât like it. Then it was Puffyâs idea.â He joked in an attempt to hide his nervousness as he went to ruffle his hair, but then remembered that he had spent a few hours taming it down, so he decided against it.
âI love it! This is so beautiful!â You looked up at him with a bright and happy smile, making him return it with a soft smile of his own, âCome on, oh! Thereâs a jukebox!â You eagerly pulled him over to the blanket and sat down, taking a look at all the food that had been set out.
The tall male happily took a disc, Mellohi to be precise, out of the enderchest that had been set beside the jukebox, neatly placing it in and pressing the button to make the music play before he sat down beside you. The two of you began to eat the meal that he helped make, joking, laughing and smiling the entire time, having the time of your life. You leaned your head against his shoulder and smiled up at him as you gently held his hand, making him realize even more how important you were to him.
Mellohi, the same song he lost his friend to, was the same song he was listening to while gaining a new important person in his life. You.
The entire night went on with you two eventually falling asleep at the top of the hill, completely unaware of the brown-haired male leaning against a tree. He desperately grasped his shirt where his heart was as tears poured down his shirt.
Tubbo always liked Cat more than Mellohi...
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Tubbo Route - Donât Let Me Fall
Tubbo was so so glad that he had managed to convince (manipulate) you to live in Snowchester when he did. (In this route)
Somehow managed to convince you to live in the mansion, although it was probably done when you were drowsy on the pain killer potion Phil gave you.
This man would completely ignore his own country to make sure you were well taken care of. Like Ranboo literally had to step into power and start working on things and taking care of Michael.
Speaking of the baby zombie piglin, because you were now bedridden and bored out of your mind, Tubbo frequently brought the child in if Ranboo absolutely demanded that he take over for a bit.
The baby absolutely adored you! The injuries on your body reminded you of the ones he got when he travelled to the overworld, so he didnât feel alone.
Unfortunately because of your constant pain and drowsiness, Tubbo thought it was best that he stayed in his room. Or maybe that was because he didnât want him getting close to you too?
It was actually extremely rare for Tubbo to let anyone in to visit you. He actually even got incredibly annoyed when even Phil would come over to restock the potions for you or make sure your wounds were healing.
On a normal day, if you were awake, Tubbo would be blabbering on about some story without a care whether or not you were listening. He would most likely be acting the story out as if it were a play, determined to provide you with as much entertainment by himself as he could.
If you were sleeping, he would also be sleeping, although on a few chairs pushed together in your room. Thereâs a rare time where he will stay up and watch you to make sure youâre breathing still, but thatâs only if heâs really scared and paranoid.
Tommy absolutely REFUSES to even look at Snowchester, so you never really got a chance to thank him for saving you.Â
Although... Tubbo very actively tries to convince you that Tommy didnât even come to help you when you had fallen and that you had been in shock so thatâs why you didnât remember correctly.
At first, you didnât believe him, but eventually, with constant repetition, you slowly saw it as the truth. You genuinely began to believe that Tommy hadnât pulled you up and that it was only Tubbo that did.
After quite a few weeks, Phil told Tubbo that you could finally get out of bed, but Tubbo asked him if he was 100% sure MANY times.
The goat hybrid actually didnât want you to get out of bed and start walking again, worried that you get up would leave him, so he wasnât going to tell you.
But Ranboo was the one who told you.
This led to quite a violent argument between Ranboo and Tubbo, but there was nothing Tubbo could do since you already knew the information he tried to keep from you.
Tubbo started ignoring you, so Ranboo was the one to try and get you used to walking around again, but this lead to the shorter male getting extremely jealous and helping you instead.
He frequently walks you around Snowchester on a strict set schedule, when he knows no one will be out and no mobs will be spawning.
One time, he didnât expect Tommy to be walking around the snowy forests when he was walking with you, holding your hand to make sure you didnât lose your balance. At least thatâs what he told you.
Tommy looked... Empty, when he saw you both walking together. But his eyes darkened a bit when his blue eyes landed on your hands twinned together.
Tubbo looked a little hostile in your eyes, but he simply just gave Tommy a sharp smile before trying to pull you along as if he didnât notice the tears beginning to pool in his ex-best friendâs eyes.
Tommy knew he lost right then and there, so he decided to say fuck it and start screaming degrading names at the two of you, catching you greatly off guard, hurting you badly enough to the point where your feelings were more than a little hurt.
When the founder of Snowchester realized that the blond hurt your feelings, he was quick to lash out back at the other man in your defence, but by then you were already walking away, back to the manor.
It took about ten minutes for him to realize that you went back to the mansion, but when he did, he sprinted through the door in an absolute panic before practically pouncing on you the second his eyes caught sight of you.
He protectively wrapped himself around you and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you quietly rested your head against his shoulder.
After that, You and Tubbo became a lot closer emotionally. To the point where he called you his platonic wife jokingly, although you both knew he didnât want to add platonic at the beginning.
He began to tell you about everything that weighed heavy on his shoulders, like his death from Technobladeâs fireworks, even to being threatened by Dream during the disc war.
When he noticed that you were genuinely beginning to care about him, his manipulation and jealousy actually began to calm down quite a lot.
You could actually spend time with Michael and Ranboo without anyone getting yelled at by Tubbo and causing him to get ridiculously jealous.
He began to take over his job as the founder of Snowchester, now actually trusting Ranboo to keep you company and even letting him take you outside during the day. But he refused to let you out during the night.
Heâs just worried about mobs. Creepers especially.
Everything seems relatively like it was before that one day before Tommy and Tubbo completely lashed out at each other.
Tommy does often try and talk to you when Tubbo isnât around, but both you and Ranboo try and put a stop to it as quickly as possible,
Heâs lost.
He hurt you, and Ranboo couldnât help but miss how Tubbo used to be, so if keeping Tommy away from you makes Tubbo act normal, he will damn well make sure that Tommy stays countries away from you.
This does cause Wilburâs younger brother to break down a little bit, which you can genuinely understand, even if you hold a grudge against him for not saving you and yelling at you, you knew he did have feelings for you at one point even if he refused to admit it.
Unfortunately, this does cause quite a bit of pranks and explosions to stir up around Snowchester and the LâManberg crater, but they stop within a few weeks. Tommy probably got scolded by either Sam, Phil or Puffy,
One morning, Tubbo invited you to spend a day outside of the mansion with him after a heavy snowfall.
He spent almost all morning outside, doing something he refused to tell you about, and when he came in to wake you up, his face was already cherry red from the cold.
How could he even want to go back into the freezing cold without any sort of warm drink or even sitting in front of the fire for a bit!?
âHow are you so... Full of energy?â You murmured from behind the bathroom door as you got changed into your warmer clothing for when you do go outside. The door was cracked open a small bit so you could hear Tubbo rambling on and on about how he had a great surprise for you.
âCome on! Itâll be fun!â He was obviously grinning with excitement. When you walked out of the bathroom in your thick clothing and jacket, he bounced up from his spot on the edge of your bed, âFinally! Letâs go! Hurry, before it snows or gets warmer.â
You only nodded curiously and he grabbed your hand, eagerly pulling you out of your room and down the large stairs that lead towards the door. He pushed the large doors open with a bit of difficulty due to the snow piled up, but with your help, you both managed to slip out the door. Tubbo happily grabbed your hand again and began leading you down towards the docks where the water was covered with a thick sheet of ice, âOh it mustâve got really cold last night... What are you showing me?â
âOver here!â He pulled you over to a large half-sphere made out of snow. He led you over to a hole in the side of it before dropping down to his knees and crawling through the entrance, âCome on!â
Blinking in surprise, you hesitantly followed him inside of the handmade snow building and gave a small gasp of glee as you saw that it was an igloo! The inside had a few blankets on the ground, preventing you from sitting on the icy snow-covered ground, there were a few lanterns placed on small snow hills preventing the small room from being dark, plus there was a small basket of what looked like two thermoses and a bit of food, âTubbo! Did you build this?â
âI did! I also spent last night building it too!â He grinned widely, his ears wiggling with glee, âBut this isnât even the best part! Check over here!â The brunet shuffled over to another basket before pulling out a pair of white boots with silver blades bolted to the bottoms.
âIce skates?â You tilted your head a bit as you crawled over and pulled out the pair that looked to be your size, âBut I canât skate...â/âHow did you even know I could skate?â
Tubbo only turned his happy grin towards you, âIâll show you how! Donât worry, I wonât let you fall!â/âYou briefly mentioned that you missed skating once or twice when you were all dopey on painkillers a few months ago!â He pulled out his pair of skates and began to take off his boots. (After getting his skates on he helped you with yours if you didnât know how to lace them up.)
Once your new footwear was all tied up, he helped you up and carefully lead you outside with his arms tightly wrapped around you to help you keep your balance. (Even if you did know how to skate, he was still worried about you falling.) Tubbo carefully led you towards the ice and helped you stand up straight on the frozen water, making sure that you wouldnât fall.
âSee?â He smiled softly and held your hands tightly as he began to skate backwards, pulling you along with him until you slowly got a hold of what you were doing. âYou (still) got it!â
You two slid and slipped around on the ice, laughing, smiling and spinning around with the other, but suddenly out of nowhere, your blade got caught in a groove of the ice that likely got chipped out when you two were skating around. With a small cry, you felt your legs slip out from under you and you immediately shut your eyes, awaiting the inevitable impact as a result of gravity.
Thankfully, two arms wrapped around your frame before you hit the ground. You slowly cracked open your eyes and saw your best friend holding you tightly against him. Your (e/c) eyes stared into his blue ones for a few moments before your face broke into a smile. âYou caught me...â
âI would never let you fall...â
There two of you continued to skate around, having fun in the other's presence, completely unaware of the blond hidden behind a snowbank with his hand clasped tightly over his mouth and tears beginning to freeze to his reddened cheeks.
Tommy often found himself wishing he had let you fall...
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Tommy & Tubbo Route - Rhythm of the Storm
Because your original housing was set between Snowchester and the Prime Path, it was surprisingly an equal distance between Tubboâs mansion and Tommyâs house.
In the beginning, Tommy would go to your house first in the mornings, then leave around noon when Tubbo would come, but the constant social interaction left you always sleeping through either one of their visits.
It got to the point where you asked both of them to come by at the same time so you could talk with them both at the same time.
This caught them both off guard that you wanted both of their attention at the same time, but then only began to see benefits from them meeting with you together.
Now you werenât out cold during the mornings when Tommy opened the door, and now you werenât asleep by 2pm when Tubbo was over. Plus they could both take care of you at the same time!
There were a few times when either of the boysâ yandere tendencies peaked out, but you or the other would scold them out of it. Or Tommy would give Tubbo a small smack upside the head which would make him scream dramatically like a baby goat.
While they did take your injuries relatively seriously, they also were joking with you and cheered you up with their antics, preventing you from falling into a depression from staying inside all day and every day.
On a normal day, if you were awake and had more energy than normal, Tommy would be telling you incredible stories of his travels and Tubbo would be either making food or potions. Tommy isnât allowed near the brewing stands or the stove anymore if youâre wondering.
On a bad day, if you barely had any energy and could barely stay awake, the two boys would be much quieter and let you sleep. On those days, they would ask Phil if you were actually okay, or they would go back to their respective homes.
If your burns are causing you immense amounts of pain one day, Tommy will refuse to even be in the same room as you and will genuinely beg Tubbo, Ranboo or Philza to stop your pain. Even if he doesnât like others being around you, heâs beginning to accept Tubboâs care towards you but heâs still wary about his father and Tubboâs husband.
Speaking of, Ranboo and Michael had seemingly disappeared from Snowchester, but Phil assured you that they were both in the Tundra, (And to keep it a secret from Tubbo.)
On Philâs latest visit, he told you that you could get up and out of bed without irritating the burns on your legs, although you might have trouble at first.
Upon hearing the news, Tubbo and Tommy were at your sides in seconds, asking if you wanted to get up and encouraging you to try. If you didnât want to, they (mostly Tubbo) would understand about it and leave you to sit on the fact for a bit.
If you did, Tubbo would be at your injured side to make sure your bandages stayed together when you got up, while Tommy would be on your good side and mostly holding you up if your balance was bad enough.
Tubbo wanted to help you walk around at night, just in case you were self-conscious of your burns, but Tommy was too worried about any sort of mob approaching you. While they knew they could protect you, they just didnât want to take any risks.
Tubbo will burst out crying after he hears an explosion, meanwhile, Tommy will freeze completely still. Which is also what happened during the mining incident that caused you to get injured, which is why Tubbo was the one to scream and continue to cry long after they had saved you.
Because of this, they donât want to face a creeper with you around to see them panic and be in danger while they struggled to get themselves together.
When youâre out walking around, Tubbo is extremely patient and Tommy at least tries to hold his complaints.Â
If someone even looks at you wrong, theyâll have an angry raccoon boy yelling threats at them and Tubbo drawing his sword. They usually run with their tails between their legs afterwards.
If you collapsed on the walk from the pain, the amount of panic that would happen would be enough to have every single parental figure in the SMP running to help you. Luckily when it did happen, Badboyhalo was there and was strong enough to carry you without irritating your burns, and even gave a few pointers on how to help with burns. He had to raise Sapnap. He would know.
When you woke up at your home, you saw Tubbo and Tommy actually having a civil conversation with the large 9ft demon rather than threatening him to get away from you. That could've been because he was a demon though. But you were still proud!
You guessed that they still thought you were asleep when Bad left because you heard them murmuring and trying to keep quiet as they most likely made lunch.
Because of their conversation with Bad, and proving to you that they can actually behave themselves, you began to realize that their Yandere tendencies were calming down a lot. Meaning you weren't scared of them that much anymore, and you were beginning to accept their feelings towards you.
Unfortunately... You couldn't pick between them... And didn't know how open they would be to polyamory, but seeing as they weren't ripping each other's throats out, maybe their reactions wouldn't be too terrible?
Tubbo began to tell you about everything that bothered him, currently and formerly, like his death from Technobladeâs fireworks, even to being threatened by Dream during the disc war, or the nukes disappearing and his worry about whether or not Tommy cares about him.
Tommy also began to open up as well. Telling you about his brothers and father, his exile, his fear that Tubbo doesn't care about him anymore, and his third canon death.
After the two began to open up more, you began to realize they weren't being as clingy and desperate for your attention, most likely now trusting you to spend time with people other than them.
Maybe because they were catching on to you slowly beginning to return their feelings...
Everything seems relatively like it was before that one day before Tommy and Tubbo completely lashed out at each other.
A few weeks after your body became completely healed, the two boys spent a few days away from you, which you were curious about but never really commented on it.
One day when they both arrived at your house at their usual time, they were dressed up for an adventure and their bags were filled with everything that anyone would need.
They eagerly pulled you out of bed at some ungodly hour in the morning, although Tubbo thankfully had breakfast (and coffee) ready which you ate before going to get dressed into appropriate clothing and your god armour that Tubbo made, that was equipped with a new god sword that Tommy made you!
This was your first adventure since the explosion in the mine, and you damn well wanted to have fun.
"Okay, okay! Damn, Big Man, calm down!" You groaned as you threw the bag over your shoulders and tightened the straps accordingly. Once you tied up the laces on your boots, you straightened up and without fail, you felt both of your hands being grabbed before you got dragged out the door.
"We've been planning this for a few days! Nothing will stop us now!" Tubbo cheered, hopping along beside you as he held your scarred hand, "We have everything we could ever need for the next week!"
Your surprised reaction was ignored as Tommy continued dragging you down the Prime Path with a map in his free hand, "A whole week? That's quite a long adventure! Are you sure we'll be able to handle it?"
"Relax (N/n)! We were both raised by Philza Minecraft! Y'know, Survivalist extraordinaire? We know how to ration, build a shelter if needed, and everything in between!" Tubbo gave you a wide and cheesy grin as he spoke about the man who raised him, despite not actually being related to him. (Dadschlatt AU if you're wondering)
The three of you ventured off through many acres of forests and other biomes, holding hands and chatting away the entire time. Tommy let it slip that you were going to find buried treasure and maybe a woodland mansion if you were feeling brave enough, which is why he was always holding the map.
"Tommy, (Y/n)! Look!" Tubbo squeaked out happily as he saw a field of dozens of different flowers with bees hurriedly buzzing about to pollinate the plants around. The sight of the yellow and black bugs caused Tubbo to make happy little bleating sounds as his ears wiggled.
You and Tommy exchanged glances with a small smile, knowing very well you wouldn't be able to pull the hybrid away from them. "I suppose it is about time for a break..." You murmured as you were dragged off by the smaller brunet, thus pulling Tommy along as well.
The three of you sat down in the flower field, placing out a blanket to prevent yourselves from getting covered in dirt, despite knowing that it'll happen anyway. You set out the food Tubbo had packed while the two teenage boys ran around, having fun and, well just being teenagers.
Yes, Tommy got chased by bees.
Tubbo made you, himself and Tommy a flower crown, which you proudly wore, but Tommy was a bit more hesitant which you eventually made him get over by giving him a begging look. Yours was a bunch of (f/f) varying with colours, Tubbo's was a variety of yellows and white flowers, while Tommy's was mostly red and white.
While you three enjoyed your small picnic, you were all completely unaware of the fleeting bees, closing flowers and scattering animals. It was only when Tubbo's ears began to flick oddly did he lift his head, "I think there's a storm quickly approaching..."
You lifted your head and rose your arm to block the sun from your eyes to look at the quickly darkening clouds, "Oh damn, yeah we gotta go find shelter. Like now." You hurriedly grabbed your bag and began shoving the foot containers in it while Tommy and Tubbo packed everything else up too.
Despite your best efforts, you three quickly got caught in the downpour of rain and became absolutely drenched in rain by the time you found a small and shallow cave to hide in. "Aw fuck... Absolutely perfect! Sam said it wasn't gonna rain todaaaaay!" Tommy whined dramatically as he slumped against the stone wall.
You sighed and began pulling out the blanket again, knowing very well that you'd all be here for a while. When Tommy stopped whining about how he thought it was gonna be perfect weather, he helped Tubbo with starting a fire so you could all dry your sweaters that you had been wearing.
The two boys plopped down on the blanket on either side of you, Tommy hiding his head on your shoulder while Tubbo was curled up with his head against your lap, (After asking for permission of course) trying their best to drown out the sound of the sounds of the booming thunder.
After a few moments, you used the consistent pattern in the rain to keep beat before beginning to hum a soft tune while you ran your fingers through their damp hair.
Slowly, Tommy and Tubbo fell asleep, leaning against you while you hummed along to the rhythm of the storm...
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Neither Route - Left the Game
Your house was quite out of the way from the Prime Path and Snowchester, in fact, quite possibly even closer to the Tundra. (In this route.)
Meaning that you were pretty far out of the way from everyone except for Ranboo, Phil and Techno. Which prevented both Tubbo and Tommy from coming around often, meaning Ranboo and Phil had to help you with a lot.
You felt bad because you didn't know either of them too, too well, but at least you knew you would definitely be getting better.
Ranboo actually had no problem helping you with your injuries, although he had to carefully write down what he gave you and when.
During your road to recovery, Ranboo and Tubbo's relationship became incredibly worse as the goat hybrid became even more manipulative and violent.
You became a personal therapist and babysitter for him and Michael, in return for him helping take care of you.
Speaking of Michael, the reason Ranboo hadn't joined you on the mining trip was because Phil had finished making a potion that would allow Michael to survive in the Tundra.
Tubbo and Tommy's violent habits had quickly doubled over the time when they couldn't see you, but luckily for you, the one time they did try to visit, Techno had come with Phil to meet you.
They ran out immediately.
Yes, Techno asked you about how you felt about anarchy.
Whether or not you joined the Syndicate is up to you.
Ranboo then told Techno and Phil about how Tubbo and Tommy were obsessed with you, and that your life was possibly in danger.
Technoblade only said that he had no way to help you, but Philza's fatherly instincts kicked in and he wanted to protect you both from the two boys he raised.
Once you got all healed up your burns scarred over, Phil and Ranboo already had an idea of how to keep you both and Michael safe.
It was highly risky and would leave you with only one life until you come back to the DreamSMP.
Phil was going to give you access to his Hardcore server.
Both you and Ranboo had a long and serious talk about it, but then remembered he was literally rich. He had dozens of totems!
Techno made you three totem pendants for you to wear around your necks, so you wouldn't always have to hold the totems.
(Philza asked his wife, Kristen the Goddess of Void and Death, to keep an extra close eye on you three and make sure if any of you do die, it's incredibly quick and painless.)
Standing in front of Phil, your bags filled with everything you would need to survive in the hardcore world, you watched as the centuries-old avian scanned you three up and down.
"I'll ask you both one final time." He sighed after he deemed all of your equipment and armour worthy. The blond fatherly figure stood in front of you and Ranboo as you held Michael with a glowing green orb in his hand, "Are you sure? There are no respawns when you run out of totems."
"Yes. It'll be much safer than the DreamSMP..." Ranboo murmured quietly, quickly scrawling as much as he could fit into his memory book before he forgot anything, "Even if it isn't permanent... We just need to run."
When Phil turned to you, you couldn't help but take a deep breath, "Yeah," You murmured, shifting the young piglin child on your hip, "I'm sure. Thanks again Philza... We really needed to be somewhere where they wouldn't find us..."
"I'll check up on you both once a week. Remember, travelling through servers will disorient you for quite a while and you quite probably won't understand where you are at first-"
"(Y/n)!!!" An angry yell came from the forest, and you turned your head just in time to see Tommy and Tubbo running in your direction.
You and Ranboo hurriedly whipped your head to face Phil again, but he seemed to have caught on before you both as there was a portal swirling with greens and golds beside him, "Go! Now! I'll see you both tomorrow! Remember, you can take anything you need to increase the chances of your survival!"
Ranboo got over his shock much quicker than you did because he grabbed your arm and leapt through the portal, bringing you and Michael along.
Ranboo Beloved left the game.
(Y/n) (L/n) left the game.
Michael Underscore-Beloved left the game.
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Soo... how would the Bad Batch react to a S/O that has a very snarky/dry sense of humor? Just always cracking jokes and finding humor in everything? (Love ur content btw <3)
Thank you for your request!!! And THANK YOU IM GLAD U LIKEY!!!!
Ok I have seen this but knew it would take me hours to write so I was waiting for the write moment! (get it? write = right? teehee) talk about a terribly dry sense of humour my goodness.
How Would The Bad Batch React to a Snarky/Witty/Dry Sense of Humour Significant Other (s/o)
Factz: Not even kidding, I feel like the boys would kill for a hella sassy partner in crime.
Hunter
Oh my gosh they are literally best friends!!! They speak in a very similar style to each other.
Hunter expects a little bit of snark from Cross, sarcasm from Echo, and quips from Tech, but when his s/o just dishes his dry humour right back at him the first time they meet, he's like "Why was that so... hot???"
So from then on, most of the dialogue exchanged between the two of them are like super sassy comments and witty replies, until it unintentionally gradually morphs into really heavy flirting. They get so into teasing each other, the whole batch can feel the tension in the air.
Of course both are oblivious of this for the longest time.
But when eventually they do figure it out and get together, the whole batch sigh in relief thinking "finally this intense pining is over"... But it actually just gets worse?
So now during missions, the two of you verbally dance around each other like you're in some comeback war.
In the middle of a serious mission:
Hunter: "I need you here now!"
S/O: "wow wow Hunter. babe. cool your jets. i know we haven't really done it in a while but we're in the middle of a mission and-"
Hunter: "As much as I love how you think mesh'la, I think you're misreading the situation."
His s/o also keeps ruining his *tough guy* persona. During briefs, his s/o keeps making him crack his skillfully honed poker face.
The teasing through dry humour is just a really fun and goofy way to connect to each other and is their common ground of affection.
Tech
We all know Tech is a witty boi, and man do we love him for it!
Tech finds his s/o's attitude quite entertaining.
He does like it when they use their snarkiness to defend him from people that give him a hard time, but he like his s/o's humour best when it's just the two of them having fun.
I feel like Tech would find it 10x funnier if his s/o was also really smart and able to understand his technical language, because they just pass these really witty/funny quips back and forth to each other that are actually hilarious but no one understands. It's like their own hidden language.
Now we've seen Tech smile and m a y b e chuckle a little before?? But so far, we've yet to see Tech actually laugh and I headcanon that Tech snorts when he laughs. (Has anybody seen the live action TMNT?? Kinda like how Donnie laughs in those). So ohmiGOSH it's so WhOlEsOmE when his s/o makes Tech laugh!! He's so CUTE!
The rest of the batch will be out getting supplies while Echo works of the exterior hull of the ship and Tech and his s/o fix up the systems inside.
Tech laying under a panel: "Hm, this wire seems to be adhered to a far less efficient arrangement." Tech's s/o wordlessly shuffles over from their panel to analyse the problem. Their shoulders touch as they lie side by side.
S/o: "Mm, I think you're right, but see here? It looks like it's been manually transfigured. Probably by Echo in one of our many quick fixes. It looks like he's done it so he can easily access and program the flight module."
Tech: "I'm going to rewire it to-"
S/o: "To that one right?" His s/o says, suppressing a smile as they point to clearly the wrong wiring. Tech's eyes narrow and his brow furrows.
Tech: "Of course not! That would compromise the-" He catches a glimpse of his s/o's cheeky grin, "oh you're joking." His s/o bursts out laughing and he can't help the smile that stretches over his face as he shakes his head.
By the end of the repairs, the batch come back to find you both practically rolling on the ground in snorting fits of laughter.
Their humour paired with their competence makes them super attractive to him.
Wrecker
Wrecker finds his s/o's dry humour the funniest thing in the galaxy. He is one of those blessings that will always laugh at your jokes.
Which is a relief cuz I have dry humour and almost no one ever laughs at my jokes rip.
I mean, you guys saw how he reacted in ep 1 when Omega DeStRoYeD those regs in the mess hall. He was so proud and supportive of her.
So yeah he's pretty much his s/o's hype man.
He loves that his s/o's humour means that they quite enjoy playful competition and games. So they're always playing random games together, even going so far as to arm wrestle (S/o: "But we both already know who's going to win... Me. Obviously.")
And sometimes he will let his s/o win, just because he thinks it's so cute when they start flexing their arms and boasting about how strong and amazing they are.
He knows they're joking. He knows they know he let them win. But even though they've never really beaten him, he still thinks they're strong and amazing.
There is always friendly banter between the two but what Wrecker loves the most is how easy his s/o makes things for him.
He's not a natural at romance, and often finds himself making mistakes or he might do something a little awkwardly. But instead of being mad, disappointed, or judgmental, his s/o just smiles or laughs it off and walks him through things.
He feels like he can always be himself around his s/o.
Crosshair
Again, it's canon and fanon that Cross is a bit of a grumpy pants so he obviously finds his s/o's wit irritating at first. Which his s/o finds annoying, so his s/o just does it more just to get under his skin.
Totally enemies to lovers trope. I see it no other way. FiGhT me.
His s/o would make jokes all the time but I see that one day, his s/o makes a dry joke and he gives them crap for it, and they've just had enough and so they absolutely *slam* him with snark, sass, and wit that cannot be rivalled by Crosshair himself. They get right up into his face; tension as thick as s o u p.
And then he just grabs their face and makes out with them.
His s/o's like "ok" and totally rolls with it.
The Bad Batch wonder why they don't fight as much anymore (not that they're complaining).
Now they both use their sass to bully the regs.
They kinda become this unbeatable pair of unrivalled attitude. Unlike Hunter and his s/o who use it to tease each other, while Cross and his s/o do that a little too, they mostly direct their humour and sarcasm outward. Cross's s/o is a little more good natured than him though and will pull him in when he goes a bit too far.
He generally finds his s/o's humour quite funny now (though he'll never admit it), and the fact that he smiles a little more doesn't go unnoticed by his brothers.
Echo
Ok while Hunter is master of the dry humour, Echo is KING of sarcasm.
Having said that, I feel like Echo would actually far more appreciate light humour over sass/snark/wit/etc.
I think after being through the crap he's been through, echo baby just needs a light hearted, positive beam of sunshine in his life and his s/o is it.
He loves that his s/o always has a way of making others laugh and smile, even on really hard missions and in rough times.
I think his s/o having a lighter humour also makes him feel safer. Like there's no chance of miscommunication whereby this s/o accidently hits a sensitive topic. His s/o sticks to surface level humour which makes it easy to digest.
They are also absolutely fantastic at telling funny stories which is a real treat when his s/o will retell stories about some of the missions the Bad Batch has done and they just execute the story perfectly.
Echo is in love with his s/o's laugh and thinks it's so cute when they giggle at their own jokes.
He'll never say it, but his s/o's humour sometimes reminds Echo of Fives and Cutup, which is a bit bittersweet for him.
They say that "a joyful heart is good medicine" and for Echo that couldn't be more true. His s/o's joyful heart and nature revive and heal him. He is so much happier because of them and will tell them so in between little kisses as his s/o giggles playfully at his gentle yet eager ministrations.
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EEEEEEEEE SEB đ MY LOVE !!! You know Iâve been so excited for you to read this fic, youâre the first person I ever talked to about it and you know your reblogs are always my favorite hehe, so Iâve been dying to share it with you and hear all your thoughts đ„č
First of all, thank you. I love you <3
Iâm so happy to hear you thought that I captured Jakeâs character right đ„čđ„č you just know that man would be terrified at the prospect of falling in love, but once heâs in, heâs all the way in and I think heâd just be the sweetest, sappiest, cheesiest loverboy there ever was hehe
And the teasing and the banter between jake and Bradley and nat was honestly one of my favorite parts to write, they were so much fun and so Iâm SO happy to hear you enjoyed those bits đ„č
Iâm giggling and kicking my feet, this is literally the best compliment??? đ I love to hear that you can see this moment so clearly because it was one of those moments that I could just picture it so clearly too đ„č like them getting that little moment alone and seeing each other like itâs the first time, itâs so simple yet so swoon-worthy and when I was writing it, I was giggling to myself over the cuteness of Jake and baby Bradshaw and Iâm so happy to hear you enjoyed it đ„čđ
and whewww fr i need my big boy husband too, like where is my strong, hot naval aviator??? đ”âđ«
^ this comment made me smile so much seb đ„čđ„č you hit the nail on the head, I wanted to show them being able to giggle and joke during sex, because at the end of the day, theyâre best friends and they always are able to have fun together, while also being vulnerable and itâs what makes them so perfect for one another!
and i too, think i died several times writing the smut LMAO đ« (maybe thatâs why it took me so long to write this đ) Iâm so happy to know you enjoyed it hehe
so sorry for making you tear up đ but you know I had to include a little Goose and Carole mention in there for baby bradshawâs wedding đ€
Ok excuse me while I go cry for a minute, a romantic masterpiece ???? đđđ„č once again, seb, I love you! but aaaah yes, ending it with them holding hands and running down the hallway together, the same way their story began, just felt so right and like such a full circle moment đ„č and exactly !!! theyâre all each other needs!
Iâm so sorry to hear that you were having a rough day, my love, and Iâm sending you the biggest hug <3 Iâm so happy to know that this story was able to help you feel a bit better đ„čđ you know probably better than anyone how much work I put into getting this sequel as close to perfect as I possibly could, and you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that you loved it so much, Iâm so glad to finally share it with you! Thank you so much for reading, seb, and for always leaving the best, most detailed reblogs. It literally makes my entire day!! I love you so, so, so much!! đ„čđ„°â€ïžđâ€ïžđ
Sometimes A Bride | Jake Seresin x Reader
18+ only, minors DNI
Jake Seresin x female Bradshaw!reader
part two of Always A Bridesmaid
Synopsis: Youâre having some pre-wedding jitters and thereâs only one person you know can help calm you down.
or
You and Jake sneak off for a quickie before the two of you say âI do.â
WC: 11.5k (another long one oops)
warnings: a smidgen of angst?, anxiety, mentions of alcohol, smut, fingering, unprotected piv, slight overstimulation, i think jake calling reader a good girl deserves a warning, unspecified age gap (reader is in around mid-late 20s, jake is in early-mid 30s), once again jake being too damn charming for his own good, tonssss of disgustingly sweet tooth-rotting fluff, really sweet fluffy moments with big bro bradley, natasha being the best sister-in-law and maid of honor, jake still being an absolute menace, i'm literally the worst at coming up with titles for my fics, moodboard is not any indication of readerâs appearance
a/n: The very long-awaited (Iâm sorry đ€) sequel to Always a Bridesmaid. Thank you so much to everyone whoâs stuck around and shown the first part so much love and support, and waited so patiently for this story! I love yâallÂ
beautiful dividers by @saradika-graphics đ€
ă°ă»âĄă»ă° reblogs, comments, and feedback are greatly appreciated! ă°ă»âĄă»ă°
You love weddings.Â
It's a fact you try to remind yourself of as you take a deep breath, taking in your reflection in the vast vanity mirror.
Hair styled to pristine perfection, professionally done makeup better than anything youâd ever be capable of doing yourself, in a gorgeous white dress that fits just right and makes you feel more beautiful than ever. Â
You love weddings. You love the fancy clothes, all the chatter and the sweet scent of champagne flowing through the air at the reception, the contagious laughter and dancing.
But, most of all, you love getting to watch two people profess their love for each other and promise themselves to one another for the rest of their lives through beaming smiles and tears of joy.Â
Itâs been a little over three years since Bradley and Natasha said âI doâ, and after meeting the love of your life at your big brotherâs wedding, how could you not love them?Â
Three years since that fateful night that you met Jake and both of your lives were changed forever, and the two of you have been pretty much inseparable ever since. Well, nearly ever since.
Initially, both you and Jake were scared by just how much you liked one another.Â
After spending the night together at your brotherâs wedding â and the morning after â you had feared that it was just that rose-colored haze of love in the air that comes along with weddings, and you wondered if that magical pixie dust was going to wear off eventually â and take your feelings with it.Â
But it never did.Â
Even at the beginning, back when Jake had tried to push down his feelings for you and said he couldnât offer much more than no strings attached fun, âbecause Iâm going to be away on deployments and dangerous missions all the time, and because youâre Bradshawâs little sister.âÂ
Because he âdidnât have time for anything seriousâ â but really, because he was afraid of just how strongly he felt for you â even then, you were so drawn to him and Jake couldnât deny how much he enjoyed spending time with you.
How he thought about you and that amazing night youâd spent together nearly every second of every day.Â
From the moment heâd wake up in his boring, lonely apartment, to the hours spent in briefings or flying dangerous maneuvers in his F18, to the moment heâd go to sleep alone every night in his bed that all of a sudden seemed too big.Â
And, what scared Jake the most was that it wasnât just the sex â though, that was definitely a great part of it â that he yearned for. It was just you.Â
You, with your bright eyes and your radiant smile, your melodic laugh and effervescent personality. You had quickly wormed your way into his heart and lit him up from the inside out.Â
He no longer found himself wanting the mundane and meaningless hook-ups or one night stands that places like the Hard Deck had to offer, which had become routine for him since his time as a young pilot at Top Gun.Â
You brought Jakeâs world from dull grayscale to vibrant technicolor and he found that he just always wanted you around.Â
Heâd never felt that way about anyone before, and it terrified him.
Youâd never wanted anyone so bad, and you were fearful that it wasnât going to last.Â
But, try as you might, the two of you just couldnât seem to stay away from each other for long.Â
Once Jake got his head out of his ass and he took you out on a few proper dates â which, naturally, ended in you fucking each otherâs brains out a few more times â you both agreed to try to take things slow, because your feelings for each other were real and neither one of you wanted to mess things up.Â
However, you quickly learned that there was no such thing as slow when it comes to you and Jake. Before you knew it, things between the two of you had become pretty serious, and you realized â much to your brother Bradleyâs dismay, that the two of you share a very real connection.Â
Through all of the ups and downs â triumphs and hardships, happy times and tears, the silly fights and even sillier make-ups that these past three years have brought the two of you.Â
From going mad missing each other when Jake is away on deployments, up until his recent request for a more permanent position at Top Gun so he can be closer to home â closer to you â you and Jake have stuck together through it all like super glue.
Three years of unconditional love and support, of growing and becoming better together, loving and living life with your best friend.
Youâve never been quite sure if you believe in the concept of soulmates, but if they do exist, youâre positive that Jake is yours.
And, you love weddings⊠so why are you currently freaking the fuck out, today of all days? Oh, right⊠because itâs your wedding day.Â
Youâre pretty sure that your vision is beginning to blur, your body growing a little dizzy as you watch the constant stream of people flitting all around you through the glass of the large vanity mirror.
Your bridesmaids chatter excitedly as they too work to finish getting ready, sipping from mimosas as they make their way into their dresses while Natasha â the best sister-in-law and best maid of honor you could ever ask for â helps to keep everyone focused and on schedule.Â
She paces the room with her phone in hand, probably texting Bradley to make sure things are running smoothly in the groomsmensâ suite as well.Â
There are at least three people at any given moment hovering around you like bees, fussing over your hair, doing last minute touch-ups on your makeup, and making sure thereâs not a wrinkle in sight on the beautiful wedding gown of your dreams that youâre oh-so nervous for Jake to finally see.Â
Not nervous because youâre worried he wonât like it â heâs told you plenty of times that heâd be more than happy to marry you if you were wearing a trash bag â but because this is your big day, the beginning of the rest of your lives together and you just want it to be perfect.Â
After all the months of painstaking planning â from centerpieces to seating charts, the choosing the color of the napkins to the dinner menu and countless trials of cake flavors. From finding the perfect venue, to the best floral arrangements, and of course the dream wedding dress.Â
After being so hyper-focused on this day for months, now that that day is actually here, you just need everything to be perfect.
Not even the two and a half mimosaâs youâve had this morning have been enough to quell the stress currently coursing through your veins, and the buzz of the busy bridal suite is beginning to make your head spin.Â
Between all of the running around youâve done since waking up â way too early â this morning, the little bit of alcohol and all the commotion going on around you now, your face feels too hot, a tiny sheen of sweat beginning to shine through your makeup.
You canât help but wonder if Jake is feeling this flustered right now too. Probably not, the man is cool and calm about just about everything; itâs one of the things you love about him.
As the makeup artist powders your nose for the fifth time in ten minutes in an attempt to tamper down the shine, you feel your resolve beginning to crack. You try to take in a deep breath to shake the nerves, but feel as though thereâs not enough air in the room to fill your lungs and you find yourself feeling like you need to escape.Â
As if she can sense your distress from all the way across the room, Natasha â ever the dutiful maid of honor â materializes behind you with a comforting hand on your shoulder, politely excusing the makeup artist and everyone else thatâs currently milling around you, before meeting your gaze through the mirror with a gentle smile.Â
Though, you know your sister-in-law too well and you can see the concern in her brown eyes.
âYou okay?â When Natasha gives your shoulder a comforting squeeze, you close your eyes and heave out a deep sigh, grateful for a moment of calm.Â
Itâs in the same moment that you open your eyes and give her a nod and an unconvincing smile that thereâs a knock on the bridal suite door just behind you, and you turn your head to find Bradley opening it a crack and peeking his head in.Â
âEveryone decent?â Your older brother asks, meeting your eyes with a soft look and you swear you could cry.
Through all her running around to help make sure that your day is perfect, youâd seen Natasha on her phone and you figure that, always knowing just what you need, she must have texted Bradley â and thatâs exactly what she did.Â
Natasha had let her husband know that his sister was feeling some pre-wedding jitters and could use some reassurance that she knew you could only get from your big brother, and he immediately made his way from the groomsmensâ suite to come to your aid.
âYeah, come on in!â Natasha calls out with one last squeeze to your shoulder before meeting Bradley at the door and greeting him with a quick kiss on his cheek.
She gently pushes him towards where you stand in front of the large mirror smoothing your hands over an invisible wrinkle on the flowy white skirt of your dress, before ushering the rest of your bridesmaids and everyone else to the other side of the large suite to put their finishing touches on their looks and give the two of you some privacy.Â
You turn around to face Bradley, standing there in a classic black suit with a bow tie, and you could swear your brother gets a little misty-eyed as he takes in the sight of you in your lavish white dress, a soft smile pulling at the corner of his mustached lips when he asks, âYou okay, sis?â
You think about lying for a second and telling him that youâre just fine, but this is Bradley -â your big brother and self-appointed protector for all your life, even when you donât always want or need him to be, and you know that heâd be able to see right through you.
Blowing out a small sigh, you carefully take a seat on the plush couch that sits in the nearest corner, making sure to arrange all the layers of fabric that surround your lower half in a way that they wonât become too wrinkled.
âHonestly⊠Iâm kind of freaking out.â You tell your brother as he joins you on the sofa. Your voice is barely above a whisper, just loud enough that heâs able to hear due to his close proximity.
Youâre looking down at where you nervously wring your hands in your lap when Bradley speaks.Â
âWhy? Youâve got nothing to worry about.â His words are matter-of-fact, but his voice is soft in that comforting, brotherly tone thatâs only reserved for you.
âI- I donât know.â You tell him with a light shake of your head. âI guess Iâm just nervous?âÂ
The words come out as a question and your gaze lifts to meet Bradleyâs before you continue on.
âYou know, itâs such a big, important day that Iâve spent so long dreaming of and planning for andâ that Iâm going to remember for the rest of my life and I justâŠâ your voice trails off as you realize youâre rambling, stopping to take a breath before you continue.Â
 âI just love Jake so much and I⊠I just want everything to be perfect.â
Bradley takes in your frazzled expression, nodding in understanding. âYouâre right, it is a big deal, and itâs totally normal to have some nerves.âÂ
The pensive look on his face shifts to one of what looks like amusement as he glances across the room to where his wife is chatting away with the rest of your bridesmaids, before leaning closer to whisper conspiratorially.Â
âI was scared shitless when I married Nat.âÂ
Your eyes widen at Bradleyâs confession, a small puff of laughter escaping your lips as you question him, âWhat? Really?â
âYeah,â Your brotherâs smile grows at the sight of your own, a quiet chuckle leaving him. âBut, then I remembered that I was marrying my best friend and all of those nerves just sort of melted away.â
âWhich is why you should believe me when I tell youââ Bradley reaches over to take your hands in his, his brown gaze warm as he speaks earnestly.
âItâs going to be perfect no matter what happens, because you and Jake will be together.â
Your lips canât help but quirk up a bit at your older brotherâs reassurance. âYou really think so?â
âYeah,â Bradley gives your hands a gentle squeeze. âIn fact, I know so.â
âBecause, I have never seen you happier than you have been these past few years since youâve been with Jake.â That small smile never leaves his lips as he continues talking and your heart nearly melts in your chest at the sincerity of your big brotherâs words.Â
âItâs clear that the two of you love each other very much.â
You have to admit itâs a bit of a shock to hear those words from Bradley of all people â sure, things have gotten a lot better between your brother and your fiance over the years, but youâd still consider them frenemies at the best of times.Â
You realize that you havenât said anything in response, being too stunned to speak, when Bradley continues on with a knowing smirk on his face as he takes in your dumbfounded expression.
âTrust me, I wasnât the biggest fan of the idea of you dating Jake in the beginning, but I see how much he cares about you. Above anything else.âÂ
You nod your head in agreement, but not without a laugh and a playful roll of your eyes. With your brotherâs reassurance that everything would be okay so long as you and Jake are together, and the reminder of just how much your husband-to-be loves you, now you couldnât wipe the grin off your face if you tried. âYeah, he does.âÂ
Bradley takes in the lovesick smile on your face and tilts his head, raising a brow in question. âWe feeling better now?â
âYeah,â Feeling much more calm now, itâs your turn to squeeze Bradleyâs hands, nodding happily at him before releasing them. âA lot better. Thank you.â
âGood.â Bradley stands, offering his hands to pull you up off the sofa as well, before pulling you into a hug.Â
With a quiet instruction to âcall me if you need meâ, your brother releases you from his arms, venturing over to Natasha to place a small peck to his wifeâs lips before making his way out the door and back to the groomsmensâ suite.
You really do feel a whole lot better, but all this talk about your fiancĂ© and his love for you, and how truly, utterly happy he makes you, has you missing him. Yearning to be with him in this very moment, and you realize that the only thing that would really put your mind at ease is right now Jake himself.Â
Jakeâs head perks up as the door to the groomsmenâs suite opens for the second time in about fifteen minutes to reveal Bradley, adorning a tux matching that of all the other groomsmen.Â
Itâs still crazy for him to think about the fact that your brother, who was so adamant about you not seeing Jake all those years ago, would be one of the groomsmen at his and your wedding.Â
âWhereâd you disappear to, Rooster?â A relaxed smirk lifts up the corner of Jakeâs lips as he fixes his tie in the mirror. Â
âJust went to check on the bride-to-be.â Jakeâs smile softens just a bit at the mention of you.
âYou know, I never thought the two of you would last this long, so I had to check and see if my sister was ready to back out yet.âÂ
Bradley drops down onto the sofa next to Bob and Coyote, who are quietly snickering at his teasing of the groom.Â
âOh, ha-ha.â Jakeâs smirk grows devilish at the joke, turning his sights on the mustached man ready to tease him right back. âFace it, Bradshaw. Weâre gonna be brothers real soon.âÂ
Bradley only rolls his eyes goodnaturedly at his soon to be brother-in-law, a fact that Jake has made a point to remind him of, all the time, since the two of you got engaged a little over a year ago.Â
âHow is she, though?â Jake asks, and Bradley can hear the sincerity creeping into the blondeâs tone.Â
âSheâs good. Was just dealing with the usual pre-wedding nerves, but itâs all good now.â Bradley tells him honestly.Â
Jake only nods in response, already retreating into his head, into his worry for you, causing your brother to speak up again.
âJake, I promise, everythingâs good.â Bradley reassures him with a small smile.
âYeah⊠good.â Jake nods once more, making an attempt to paint the best smile he possibly can on his lips.
Heâs not worried because he thinks that you might not want this, or him â he knows without a shadow of doubt just how vast your love for him is â but, because he knows how you get when you put your heart into something and that youâll drive yourself crazy trying to get everything perfect.
Jakeâs seen firsthand just how painstakingly youâve worked to plan this wedding, all the months spent making sure that every little detail is just right.Â
He knows that all of that time and stress, culminating to this one day, is likely weighing on your mind now that the day has finally come.Â
And in this moment, Jake wants nothing more than to just be able to see you â to hold you and comfort you and let you know that everything is going to be just fine.
He knows the old superstition that the groom isnât supposed to see the bride before the ceremony, butâŠ
âFuck it.â
The two words escape under Jakeâs breath just before heâs shrugging on the jacket to his tux and quickly making his way to the door.Â
âWhere are you going, man?â Javy questions his best friend, drawing the attention of the rest of the Daggers â sans Phoenix whoâs with you getting ready in the bridal suite â toward where Jake stands in the now open doorway, one hand on the knob and one foot already out in the hall.Â
âJust gotta check something with the wedding planner. Be right back.âÂ
Itâs not a total lie. Sure, you had forgone hiring a wedding planner and chose to do everything yourself â with the help of Natasha and Penny of course -â but that technically made you the wedding planner. The guys donât have to know that.
Jake traverses the winding halls of the venue, the anticipation of seeing you building up as he walks briskly in his dress shoes until he finds a door with a paper sign that reads, âBridal Suiteâ in loopy, cursive lettering.
Taking a breath, he knocks on the door, and heâs lucky to find that a moment later, itâs you who answers.
âWhat-â Your eyes widen in surprise and youâre hardly able to get a word out as one of Jakeâs hands grasps yours, swiftly pulling you out of the door and into the hallway with him.Â
You donât get a chance to finish your question, because within seconds your fiancĂ© is practically sprinting down the long hallway, pulling you along with him with his large hand wrapped around your smaller one.Â
You can't help but giggle at Jakeâs antics as the two of you run through the halls, watching his free hand reach for a few knobs along the way only to find them locked, finally stopping when he finds a door that seems to be open.Â
He quickly peers into the room just to make sure that itâs empty before gently pulling you into the dark space, lit only by the natural light that shines in through the windows, and closing the door.Â
You're still laughing breathlessly when you find your words again, Jakeâs own breathy chuckle mixing with yours in the quiet of the room.
âWhaâ Jake? What are you doing, youâre not supposed to see me in my dress before the ceremony!â
âScrew that, my girl needed me.â His warm hand is still in yours, his free hand moving to clasp your other one. That emerald gaze that youâve come to know so well bores into you as he smiles down at you lovingly.
Your eyes lift to meet Jakeâs and itâs like any and all nerves just melt away.
You always feel safe when Jake is near and just the sight of him now, being in his presence, has a toothy grin making its way onto your face.
Another giggle escapes you, trailing off into a content sigh as you look up at the gorgeous man in front of you.
The two of you just gaze into each otherâs eyes for a long moment, and with a light shake of your head, your grin becomes coy.Â
âHi.â You find yourself whispering into the quiet of the room.
Jake lets out a chuckle, the outer corners of his eyes crinkling up in the way that you love when smiles at you. âHi.â
Without letting go of your hands, Jake takes a step back to really take you in for the first time since breaking you out of the bridal suite just a few minutes ago.Â
Finally getting a good look at you in your wedding dress that beautifully accentuates the shape of your body, your makeup done to perfection â though Jake doesnât think you ever need it â and hair styled prettily but still flowing and free just the way he likes, renders your soon-to-be husband practically speechless.Â
All he can say is, âWowâŠâ
You can hear the pure awe in that one word and canât help but smile bashfully, heat rising in your cheeks. Jakeâs compliments still manage to make you flustered, even after all this time.Â
âWow, yourself.â Your gaze sweeps up and down the length of his body, taking in the crisp black tuxedo and matching bow tie, and the white dress shirt underneath. Appreciating the way it fits him just right, how youâre still able to tell just how toned his body is even under the layers of clothing.
Jakeâs hands tenderly squeeze your own, pulling you a little bit closer once again as his eyes search out your own. âYou doing okay, honey?â
And though you were definitely feeling anxious before, you couldnât be more content than you are now when itâs just the two of you, standing here holding hands with the love of your life.
âYes,â You nod gently. âIâm just a little nervous.â
You look down at your joined hands before quietly continuing. âI just want this day to be perfect.â
âHey,â Jake lightly swings your joined hands to get you to look up at him again, and when you do, you see that heâs still wearing that confident smile. âItâs going to be perfect because itâs all coming from you. And everything you do is perfect in my eyes.â
You have to bite back your giggle at his sentiment, in disbelief that this sweet man is soon going to be your husband.
âItâs going to be perfect because itâs us. Together.â You correct him with a playful grin.Â
âYeah, youâre right.â Jakeâs hands leave yours, wrapping warmly around your shoulders to pull you in for a hug. Nestled in his embrace, your own arms wrap around his middle, your head moving to lean on his chest, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne as he leans his head on top of yours. âTogether.â
The two of you stand like that for a few moments, wrapped snugly in each otherâs warmth, Jake beginning to sway you just lightly as you breathe each other in.
Itâs with your cheek pressed against his pec that you finally take a look around the room the two of you are standing in, realizing that itâs another suite similar to the one you had been getting ready in earlier.
âYou know,â You lift your head from Jakeâs chest to look up at him as you speak, a playful tone filling your words. âThis feels oddly familiar to the night we met.â
âSneaking off to a dark, empty room,â You continue with a growing smirk, arms unlatching from around Jakeâs waist and pulling back just a touch, his own arms falling from around your shoulders. âJust the two of us.â
Your hands slide gently up Jakeâs torso over the fabric of his suit jacket, up past his broad shoulders to rest at the back of his neck.Â
Jakeâs gaze leaves you for just a moment to glance at the space around you. An airy laugh leaving his lips as his hands reach for your hips over the soft fabric of your dress to pull you a little bit closer, his green eyes falling back onto you.Â
Faces just inches away from one another, the two of you share matching silly grins as you think back to the night of your brotherâs wedding. A look of pure love and adoration passing between your eyes and his as you both absorb the fact that youâre here, three years later, at your own wedding.Â
âYeah, weâre just missing the champagne.âÂ
Jake softly brushes his nose against yours, your eyes fluttering shut as he leans in to connect his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.Â
Tasting the remnants of the sweet mimosa on your lips, he hums against them before pulling back just slightly. âBut it seems like youâve already got that covered, Sweets.âÂ
The familiar nickname paints his favorite smile on your lips that has Jake diving back in for another kiss, this one deeper as his tongue dips into your mouth to taste the lingering sweetness of champagne and orange juice on your tongue.
His large hands pull you in closer by the waist as your fingers find the short blonde hairs at the nape of his neck, a groan falling from Jakeâs mouth and into yours as your fingernails gently scrape along his scalp.
Itâs almost embarrassing how quickly your body still responds to his touch after all this time; your knees going weak, and youâre practically melting into him as you feel wetness begin to pool in the skimpy, lacy white panties of your bridal lingerie that youâve been dying to show Jake since you picked it all out a few months earlier.
The kiss quickly becomes more heated, lips slotting feverishly together as though one can only find much-needed oxygen within the otherâs mouth, tongues swirling in a well-known dance and relishing in the familiar taste of one another.Â
Jakeâs hands are all over you, pulling your body flush against his as he sucks your bottom lip between the both of his. Your skin feels hot from his touch even through the fabric of your dress, and the realization of his quickly hardening length pressing against your hip has you mewling against him.
Jake pulls back from the kiss, his gaze still hungry, but you also catch the mirth in his eyes as he chuckles at his bride-to-be.
âAlways so needy for me.â He slowly shakes his head with that classic, cocky Jake Seresin smirk that still makes you weak in the knees.Â
âMe?!â You scoff, eyes wide as you look up at him incredulously, though youâre fighting back a smile because you know heâs right.Â
âWell, Iâd say someone is also pretty needy.âÂ
Your hand leaves the back of his neck to travel between your bodies to prove your point, reaching down to palm at his hard length through the fabric of his dress pants. Your brows raise in a playfully vindicated look that screams âI told you soâ, as Jake lets out a groan at your touch.Â
âYeah, o-okay.â Jakeâs chuckle is breathless this time as you cup your hand around him a little more firmly, grinning up at him and batting your lashes. âAlways needy for you too, Sweets.âÂ
His hand wraps around your own to remove it from his bulge, already missing the friction as he brings your knuckles up to his lips in a sweet kiss before letting it go.
Before you even know whatâs happening, both of Jakeâs hands are reaching down to grip your thighs through all the layers of lace and tulle, a squeak emitting from your throat as he sweeps you off your feet and carries you over the nearest wall.Â
âJake! What are you-â Your arms circle around his shoulders, legs parting of their own volition to make room for him between them. Bracketing his hips as your back lightly hits the wall, the fabric of your dress all bunched between the two of you exposing your calves as he holds you in his strong grasp.
Large palms wrapped around the underside of your thighs, his weight pressed against your front and the wall at your back keep you upright as you giggle in your soon-to-be husbandâs arms.Â
Jake is beaming back at you, the adoration in his green eyes clear as they crinkle up due to his grin.Â
âI love you, so much.â He lifts a hand up to your face, the backs of his fingers caressing along the soft skin of your cheek and Jake shakes his head as if he canât believe that this is real, that youâre real.Â
He leans in to press a soft, but dizzying kiss to your lips before murmuring against them, âI wanna show you how much.â
A part of you feels like you could cry at the sincerity in his voice, at just how well Jake loves you and how heâs never shy to make it known.Â
But mostly, you just feel the white-hot pooling of arousal growing in your belly, your eyes glazing over with a look of both love and lust as you gaze back at him.
âYeah?â You nod up at him in a daze, biting back a grin as you take in the hunger in those pretty green eyes.Â
âYeah.â He places a feather-light kiss to the corner of your mouth that makes you whimper and you can feel his smile against your skin. âLet me show you.âÂ
You nod your head again, mind in a haze of want at the feel of his warm breath on your skin, your hands squeezing at Jakeâs broad shoulders.Â
Feeling the velvety-soft fabric of his black suit jacket beneath your fingers, itâs only then that youâre shaken out of your stupor and you remember where you are â what today is. Â
âWait-wait, Jake, we canât!â Your fingers continue to absentmindedly play with the fabric covering his shoulder. Weâre supposed to be getting married like⊠now.âÂ
You canât help but giggle at the predicament youâve found yourselves in, though itâs very unsurprising for you and Jake.Â
Jakeâs laugh mingles with your own as you begin to lightly shake your head, and you feel his strong shoulders shrug beneath your grasp as you watch his lips quirk up into a mischievous grin.Â
âAll our guestsââ Jake interrupts your words with another quick peck on your lips, laughing at your stunned expression.Â
âThe guestsâŠcan wait.â He states matter-of-factly. âCanât exactly have a wedding without the bride and groom, now can they, Sweets?âÂ
Jakeâs smile is smug and you canât fight the one materializing on your own lips as you continue to shake your head.Â
âBesides, would we really be us if we didnât sneak off to have sex at a wedding?â He finishes off the question with a kiss to your jaw before trailing his lips down the column of your throat, lightly nipping at the skin of your neck â careful not to leave a mark â before soothing it with his tongue.
Jake was right. It had happened the night you first met at Bradley and Natashaâs wedding, and had become a tradition of sorts for the two of you at every wedding youâd been to in the three years since â and there have been quite a few.
You can feel your resolve quickly beginning to crumble as Jake presses his hips more firmly against yours, his hard length pressing up against where you need him most, the friction not nearly enough through all the layers of fancy clothing. Youâre already soaking through your panties for him and you know youâre a goner.
You drop your head onto Jakeâs shoulder with a sigh, before looking back up at him through your lashes.Â
âFine, but we have to be quick.â Narrowing your eyes at him, you give in, but with the most stern tone you can muster and it only makes Jake laugh.Â
âAinât nothing slow about me, sweetheart.â You canât stop the snort that escapes you, or the playful roll of your eyes at his words, leaning up to kiss that stupid grin off of Jakeâs face.Â
âPlease, justâ just shut up and fuck me already, Seresin.â you manage to get out through your giggles.
âWith pleasure.â Jakeâs lips claim yours in a hungry kiss and you feel one of his big hands venture underneath the skirt of your dress, traveling up your thigh and past the frilly fabric of your white garter in search of your core.
When his fingers brush against the damp lace of your panties, you choke out a gasp against his lips and Jake pulls back to take in your expression â your brows furrowed in pleasure and eyes heavily hooded with need. His kiss-swollen lips lift up into a smug smirk as he feels how wet you are for him.Â
Jakeâs deft fingers press more firmly against that wet spot, rubbing along your seam through the damp fabric. You canât hold back your whine, already writhing against him as his thumb finds your clit, expertly circling it through the lace.Â
âSo wet and Iâve barely even touched you.â He breathes out a laugh and thereâs a hint of smugness to his words â because of course there, itâs Jake â but you can also hear the awe present in his voice, see it in his emerald gaze that burns into you lovingly and it makes heat creep up your cheeks.
His hand dips beneath the waistband of your panties and you and Jake groan in unison as his fingers make a few quick circles around your wet, swollen clit.Â
Your head falls back against the wall behind you and Jake takes the opportunity to kiss at your neck again as his hand dips down further to collect more of your wetness.Â
âAlready all ready for me, Sweets?â Jakeâs words are whispered next to your ear as his fingers graze your entrance, your hips bucking toward them of their own volition.
âFor you, ahhââ Your words are cut off by a shaky moan as Jake slides two long fingers inside of you, up to the knuckle in one swift motion. Your breath hitches and youâre practically melting against him, your voice already sounding wrecked as you whimper for him, âAlways.â
Jake groans at how easily your slick walls envelop his fingers, gushing with new arousal as he fucks them in and out of your tight hole to get you ready for his cock -â not that you really need much prep with the way youâre already soaking his hand. Â
âSuch a good girl for me.â
Your walls clench tight around his digits, from both the praise and the way he curls them inside of you, that coil in your belly quickly winding up.Â
âFuck- Jake!â He can hear the desperation in your plea of his name, can feel it in the way your hips chase his fingers each time he pulls them almost all the way out. Youâre already feeling so close, but youâre needy for more. Need to be full of him.Â
Your perfectly manicured nails dig into Jakeâs bicep, the heel of your foot pressing into his backside in an attempt to pull him closer as you gaze up at him through your lashes. âPlease, babyâ need you.â
âI got you, honey.âÂ
Your chin falls against your chest and you cry out as Jake scissors his fingers inside of you a few more times before they retreat completely, leaving you clenching around nothing and keening at the sudden feeling of emptiness.
The hand that was in your panties begins to trail slowly back down your thigh, and though you canât see it through all the fabric of your skirt, you can feel the trail of slick it leaves along your skin in its wake.Â
As Jake clutches your thigh in his firm grasp to hold you more securely against the wall, his other hand moves to the tent in his tight trousers where his throbbing length has been neglected.
How heâs able to hold you up with one arm while the other hand unfastens his dress pants is beyond you, but itâs moments like this that youâre grateful to have a big, strong naval aviator for a husband-to-be.Â
Jake pushes his suit pants and underwear down just far enough to finally release his cock and you canât help but moan at the sight of it. Long and looking almost painfully hard, the tip red and angry and weeping with precum.Â
Jake lets out a groan as he wraps a fist around his length, relishing in the friction as his hand moves along the shaft and works to spread the pearls of his arousal from his tip down to the base.Â
His hand then leaves his cock to push up the skirt of your dress as far as it can go.Â
Deft fingers pry the seat of your panties from where they stick to your slick-soaked core, and gingerly move the fabric to the side so he can access your dripping cunt before he grabs ahold of himself again.
Jake lines his tip up to your entrance and pushes in slowly, his lips claiming yours in a kiss that pushes the air out of your lungs, stealing your breath and leaving you dizzy with it as his tongue tangles with yours.Â
Your hands glide up the soft, expensive fabric on Jakeâs arms, fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders as you gasp and writhe against him. Relishing in the feeling of him all over you.Â
His lips covering your own, short breaths mixing with yours as you both pant and moan into the frantic kiss. His strong body, solid as the wall behind you as his front presses taut against you to hold you up, his long cock pushing deep inside of you with every single thrust and leaving you feeling so unbelievably full of him.
Jake pulls back from the kiss and looks down to where the two of you are connected. His length glistening with your arousal as it moves in and out of your tight walls, your beautiful, intricate wedding gown all bunched around your hips as he fucks you, and he canât help the chuckle that escapes him when he thinks about how crazy this is.
âWha-whatâs so funny?â You ask breathlessly through kiss-swollen lips, your eyes that had previously been shut tight in bliss now opening to search out his green ones.Â
âJustâ this,â Jakeâs gaze lifts to meet your eye as he continues to laugh, unsure if his brain is going fuzzy with pleasure, or if thatâs just the intoxication of being with you.Â
âMy beautiful, perfect bride,â his hips slow just a touch, pressing forward in a particularly hard thrust that has you gasping and clutching onto his shoulders tighter, you and Jake moaning in unison before he continues, panting through his words.
âAll a mess for me â fuckâ right before weâre supposed to say âI doâ in front of all our family and friendsâ and pretty much everyone we know.â
Your eyes widen, lips tugging up into a bashful smile and you canât help but giggle along with him, burying your head in his shoulder and speaking into the soft fabric of his jacket as he continues to fuck you.
âOh god⊠well, Iâm sure thereâll be some time to steam the dress again before I have to walk down the aisle.âÂ
You can feel Jakeâs laughter reverberate against your cheek just before he cups your chin, lifting your face back up to be level with his and beaming at you with that megawatt smile. âThere's my wife!âÂ
Youâre both still grinning when he pulls you in for another kiss. Teeth gnashing against one anotherâs, mingled laughter and moans coming out in breathy puffs against each otherâs lips as his cock works inside of you, his hips still moving against yours at an even pace.
âThis is crazy.â You can barely get the words out, still giggling between messy kisses.Â
âYeah,â Jake punctuates with another press of his lips on yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lip and drawing out a quiet whimper as he pulls it back towards him and releases it before continuing.Â
âIt is crazy,â â Another kiss â âYou make crazy, Sweets.â
With one more firm peck to your lips, you feel both of Jakeâs hands wrap tighter under your thighs, rough fingers squeezing your ass as he hikes you up a bit higher against the wall, pressing impossibly closer to keep you firmly in place.Â
The change of the angle combined with his thrusts accelerating in speed has you crying out loud as he ruts up into you, Jakeâs lips moving to cover yours once again and muffle the sounds of your moans.Â
You shudder against him as his tip prods against that spongy spot inside you that makes stars appear behind your closed lids with each and every thrust, and you feel that coil beginning to tighten again, the familiar heat rapidly licking at the base of your spine.
Jake knows youâre close when your nails begin to dig into his shoulders through the jacket of his tux as you gasp for air, your lips parting from his with a string of saliva still connecting them for a moment that makes him growl as your head lulls back to lean against the wall. Eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as you quietly, breathlessly, cry out his name like a mantra.
Your body is sandwiched tightly between Jakeâs and the wall as his length fills you, hips pinned to yours and barely able to pull out on each thrust for how tightly your walls are clamping around him, the coarse but neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his cock deliciously grazing your clit and setting your whole body alight.
He's the only thing keeping you upright when your orgasm hits you. His mouth swallows your cries as your whole body goes taut, holding Jake in a vice grip as you fall apart on his cock.Â
Jake can feel it as all of the tension leaves your body. He continues in slow, shallow thrusts, the quiet of the room only accentuating the salacious sounds of your release flooding around him as he works you through your high.Â
He pulls back from the kiss as your moans begin to subside to get a look at your fucked out, blissful expression.Â
Your eyes are still closed, lips parted and now devoid of any of the nude-pink lipstick shade youâd been wearing before, and your skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat.Â
Your chest rapidly rises and falls beneath the fitted white bodice of your wedding gown, accentuating your cleavage with each little pant as you try to catch your breath.
âSo fucking pretty, honey,â Jake begins a light trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to your warm cheek, and up to your hairline where he whispers against the slightly damp skin. âMy beautiful bride.â
Your hands scramble for purchase on his back, whimpering as you attempt to pull him in closer.Â
âJake- '' Your legs tighten around his hips, heels pressing against his backside where theyâre crossed at the ankles, your desperate mewl mixing with Jakeâs deeper grunt as the movement pushes him even deeper inside of you. Â
ââM so lucky to- to get to call you my husband,â Jake swears that his cocks swells just that little bit more at your loving words. âCum for me. Wanna feel you.â
âFuck.â The sweet praise whispered from your pretty lips sends him into a tailspin.Â
Youâve barely come down from your high when Jakeâs hips quicken their pace as he begins to chase his own release, the beginnings of overstimulation making you cry out a string of broken moans, incoherent whimpers of curses and his name.Â
The fullness and the delightful drag of his cock through your tight walls making you clench around him harder, and the assault of his tip against your g-spot leaving you feeling boneless, your grip on his shoulders tightens like youâll float away at any moment.
The way your velvety walls are squeezing him, your release soaking his length and the obscene sound it creates as he continues to fuck into you, have Jake right on the edge of his own high.Â
His head falls to your shoulder where he grunts deeply into the crook of your neck.Â
âSo good, baby. So good for me.â He praises, peppering sweet kisses to your hot skin, a stark contrast to the harsh force of his hips pounding against yours as they begin to lose their rhythm.Â
After a few more sloppy thrusts, Jake finishes inside you with a strangled groan. The familiar sensation of his cum filling your still-spasming walls pulls a contented sigh from your lips.Â
Jakeâs lips dot a trail of soft kisses along the heated skin of your shoulder and neck, then under your jaw before he lifts his face to be level with yours. Pressing his forehead against your own, the two of you stay there just breathing each other in as you catch your breath.
When the groomsmen realize just how much time has passed with still no sign of Jake, and with only minutes until the supposed start of the ceremony, Bradley is seeing red.Â
For a moment, jumping to the worst conclusion â that Jake may be standing his little sister up on her wedding day â and heâs just about ready to murder the groom.
Itâs only when Natasha knocks on the door to the groomsmensâ suite, looking frazzled as she asks him and the other Daggers if any of them have seen the bride, letting them know that youâve gone missing as well, that Bradley and his wife both quickly come to the realization that the two of you must be together.Â
So, Natasha and Bradley begin the hunt to find the soon-to-be newlyweds, the latter rolling his eyes before grumbling, âTheyâd better not be off somewhere fucking.â
Natasha only responds with a snicker because she knows thatâs probably exactly what the two of you were doing. She offers her grumpy husband a sympathetic look and gives his shoulder a comforting squeeze before they split up to search through the maze that is the halls of your wedding venue.Â
In no rush to move just yet, you and Jake just rest for a moment, foreheads pressed together, your body still sandwiched between his broad frame and the wall. His softening cock still inside of you, puffs of air warming each otherâs lips as shallow pants become more steady breaths.
You know that you and Jakeâs little er âdetourâ has almost definitely put things behind schedule for your big day, but in this moment you honestly couldnât care less.Â
When itâs just you and the love of your life, bodies intertwined and relishing in each otherâs warmth, shared breaths becoming one, you canât help but think that this day already couldnât be more perfect.
You feel a flurry of excitement, your heart bursting at the thought that itâs always going to be like this. Solace in the fact that youâre Jakeâs and heâs yours, that this is only the beginning of the rest of your lives together.Â
He seems to share in the sentiment, pulling back to admire you for a moment before you feel his smile against your skin when he lightly presses his lips to your forehead.Â
One of his hands reaches up to cradle your cheek, those green eyes are boring down into your own with that look of pure adoration once again as Jake moves to speak.
âGod, I canât wait to marry you,â His voice is breathy and full of aweâalmost a laugh, eyes crinkling up at the corners in that way that you love as his smile begins to take up more of his face. âIâm so happy that youâre gonna be my wife.â
âJakeâŠâ If you thought your heart was bursting before, you think itâs about ready to break free from your chest now, your eyes glistening with emotion as you lovingly look up at him through your lashes.
âYouâre gonna make me cry and I donât want to mess up my makeup any more than I probably already have,â
The two of you share a quiet laugh, smitten as ever as your hand makes its way up to cover his where it still rests on the side of your face. âBut, to have you as my husband⊠I couldnât be happier.â
Jake leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips before whispering against them. âLove you, Sweets.â
Itâs only after you return his kiss and those three little words that have become as easy to you as breathing, that Jake finally pulls out of you and the two of you let out a simultaneous sigh.Â
He reaches down to where the mix of his and your release begins to dribble out of your spent hole, a shattered moan falling from your parted lips as your head lulls back against the wall once more.Â
Your legs begin to shake from the overstimulation as two of Jakeâs long fingers push his cum back into you, expertly thrusting them in and out a few times before pulling them out again, and you find yourself grateful for the sturdy wall behind you when he purposefully brushes them against your oversensitive clit, leaving you breathless as he shifts your panties back into place to keep his cum inside.Â
Your mind is cloudy of all things but Jake â his scent and his warmth and the feeling of his hands all over your skin, his pretty green eyes and his voice and his gorgeously cocky smirk â each one of your senses being invaded by him and you couldnât be more content.Â
And, you love knowing that underneath all the layers of fancy lace and tulle, right before the biggest moments of your lives, that you have his cum inside you.
Just as you part from one another, a knock on the door causes you to jump.Â
You can hear Natasha out in the hall calling out your names and you and Jake share a look, wearing matching guilty smiles.Â
However, itâs not long before his smile shifts into a more of a smirk, and you have to bite back a giggle as he rolls his green eyes playfully before leaning in to peck your cheek, pulling back to mouth the words âyou good?â.Â
With your grin and nod of confirmation, Jake leaves you with one more kiss, fastening the button on his pants and straightening out his dress shirt as he makes his way over to the door.
He pulls it open, still wearing that signature smirk on his face and Natasha glances up at him before she cautiously peeks her head in to see you too, hair smoothed out as much as you could manage on such short notice, the skirt of your wedding dress now back in place and hiding the fact that Jakeâs cum is soaking through your underwear and beginning to drip down your thighs.Â
âThank god youâre clothed. I wasnât looking to get scarred for life today.â Natasha breathes a sigh of relief and steps fully into the room.Â
âYouâre lucky you didnât find us five minutes earlier.â Jake chuckles as you lightly smack his chest, that ever-cocky smile on his handsome face that youâve come to love so very much over these last three years.Â
You canât help but snicker along with him when you catch sight of Natashaâs nose wrinkling in disgust.Â
âOk, ew⊠And youâre lucky I found you and not Bradley.â Natasha gives Jake a glare before clapping her hands in front of both of your faces. âNow come on, hurry the fuck up. The ceremony â your wedding ceremony â is about to start soon.â
You nod your head frantically, as if only just remembering where, and when, you are.
âRight, yeah! I just gotta go⊠clean up a bit.â you squeak out to your sister-in-law with a bashful grin before scurrying off the bathroom of the suite youâd snuck into.Â
Natasha just gives Jake a deadpan look that conveys her slight disgust before leaving the room, making her way out into the hall to call Bradley and let the him know that sheâs located the happy couple.Â
After taking care of the mess between your legs and wiping off the smudged remnants of your lipstick in the bathroom mirror, you return to find Jake, whoâs leaning up against the wall opposite the door, looking cool and calm and handsome as ever in his tux.Â
Making your way over to him, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, letting out a little snort as your hands reach up to delicately fix his hair where it sticks out in a few placesâno doubt from your tugging on it during your recent activities.Â
Once Jakeâs golden locks are back in a more presentable state, you smooth a hand down the nape of his neck, leaning up to attach your lips firmly to his.Â
Jake groans into it as his mouth moves against yours with just as much fervor, his hands reaching blindly for your waist to pull you in closer, and the two of you share one last passionate kiss that you hope conveys both your love for him and your excitement to be marrying him â though Jake already knows.Â
âAlright, Natashaâs going to kill me if I donât get back in the next two minutes.â You pull away from his lush lips, reluctantly and breathlessly, wanting to live in this moment with him forever.Â
Your arms unwrap themselves from behind Jakeâs neck, but you donât get very far when he reaches out to take one of your hands in his own, and you can tell heâs just as reluctant to end the moment too when he brings it up to his lips to kiss a trail from your knuckles to the tips of your fingers.
âYeah, Iâm not really looking forward to dealing with your brother either.âÂ
His words make you laugh in that sweet, boisterous way that heâs so ready to hear for the rest of his life and with that, Jake chuckles and lets you go, his hand still holding onto yours until youâre too far out of reach.Â
Jake calls out your name just as you reach the door and you stop short, turning around to face him just as you pull it open. You stand in the threshold, brows raised, and look at him expectantly.Â
âSee ya out there, my beautiful bride.â
Youâre surprised your cheeks donât perpetually hurt from how much this man makes you smile.
âWouldnât miss it for the world, my dashing groom.â You leave him with a playful wink and that intoxicating smile, in a flash of flowing white fabric as you quickly retreat into the hallway.Â
Jake chuckles to himself, moving over to the mirror to make sure he looks presentable, smoothing a hand over his hair and giving himself one last once-over before he makes his way back to his groomsmen.Â
Trailing behind Natasha, you quickly make your way through the halls back to the bridal suite, giving her your most innocent smile when she peers back at you over her shoulder with a pointed look.
Your sister-in-law sends you a half-hearted scoff and a playful roll of her brown eyes, but you can see the smirk just beginning to grow at the corner of her lips before she turns and reaches out to open the door.Â
âCome on.â Natasha half laughs, half groans, ushering you into the room.
Before you know it, youâve got a plethora of people surrounding you once again â one giving your dress a very last minute steam to get rid of any wrinkles your activities with Jake a few minutes earlier had caused, others rushing around to touch up your hair and makeup and to finally pin up your veil. Although, this time around, you find that youâre unbothered. Feeling a lot more at ease, and youâre back in tip-top shape in record time.Â
Youâre practically vibrating in excitement and anticipation as Natasha and the rest of your bridal party shower you with hugs and their own squeals of excitement and encouragement before they make their way outside to the beautifully set up venue to get into their places for the ceremony.Â
You give yourself one final once-over in the mirror, unable to curb the smile that grows at how beautiful you feel.Â
It's only a few moments later when Bradley pokes his head in the door once more to ask if youâre ready. He takes in the giddy â and much more self-assured than earlier â smile on your face when you turn to him and nod your head excitedly.Â
âYa know, you can still back out of this if you wanted.â Your brother jokes, his tone teasing as his mustached lips form into a sly grin.
With a punch to your older brotherâs shoulder, you pin Bradley with a pointed look and a sarcastic âha haâ.
âCome on, Iâm sure the Bronco would make a great getaway car!â He chuckles as your eyes widen in surprise.
âBradley!â You move to punch his arm again, but he quickly ducks out of the way this time, and though your eyes are now narrowed at him in a feigned scowl, Bradley can tell that youâre not really angry with him by the way your lips are fighting back pulling up into a smile.Â
âDonât worry, Iâll be sure to hold my peace when that part comes up.â He raises his hands up in surrender and you canât help but laugh along with Bradleyâs joke, though not without a playful shake of your head and roll of your eyes.Â
âYou better!â Your big brother flinches as you lurch at him again, but this time, instead of hitting him, your fingers reach up to pinch his ear and itâs like the two of you are kids again; you giggling maniacally while Bradley â now a big, tough 6â1 fighter pilot â yelps in pain, arms flailing as he tries to get out of your grip.
Heâd probably pull your hair like he did when you were kids too, if it wasnât all styled to perfection with your beautiful sheer veil pinned to the crown of it, all ready for your big day.Â
âI will, I will!â Bradley hisses through his teeth, chuckling as you release your hold on him to grab your bouquet thatâs a beautiful mix of both yours and Jakeâs favorite flowers, and then move to link your arm with his to begin the path down the hall. The path to the rest of your life and you couldnât be more excited.Â
As your brother guides you through the venueâs winding halls towards the doors to where the outdoor ceremony is being held, a gentle grin befalls your lips as you think about how you got here â and your big brotherâs part in all of it.Â
âYou know⊠I know you told all the guys at your wedding to steer clear of me.âÂ
Bradley stops in his tracks at your divulgence, pulling you to a quick stop as well and nearly tripping you over your heels and the fabric of your long wedding gown.
âYou wha- huh? You know?!âÂ
Admittedly, Bradley thought he was taking that secret to his grave.
âYeah, I know.â You canât help but giggle at your brotherâs flustered expression. âJake told me, a few months after we started dating.â
Youâve known for almost three years and you never said anything. Huh.Â
Bradley stands there with his lips parted, but no words are coming out. Heâs still in shock at the fact that youâre laughing about this.Â
âSo⊠youâre not mad?â He asks the question apprehensively, a grimace on his face as he awaits your answer.Â
âNo, Iâm not mad.â You shake your head, still smiling as an airy laugh escapes you.Â
âWell, maybe I was for like a second back then. But, I appreciate how much you want to protect me, Bradley. Even if it does make you an idiot sometimes.âÂ
You playfully roll your eyes and Bradley finally relaxes, shoulders dropping as he laughs along with you.Â
âFor what itâs worth, you and Jake actually arenât a half-bad couple.â You playfully smack his chest in response to the â albeit sweet â jest.Â
âThank you.â You beam up at your brother, content knowing that thatâs his way of letting you know he truly is happy for you and Jake.Â
Bradley links his arm with yours again and continues leading you towards the doors. âI wish Mom and Dad could see how beautiful you look today. Theyâd be so proud.âÂ
âOh, come on, Bradley! Youâre gonna make me cry off my makeup!â You whisper-yell at him half jokingly as you finally reach the doors that will lead you out to the ceremony â to where youâll very soon be married to the love of your life.Â
âMe too.â Giving Bradleyâs arm a gentle squeeze, the two of you share a smile, knowing that your parents will be there in spirit. And grateful for the fact that your uncle Mav whoâs always been like a third parent to you will be there too. âNow, come on. Letâs go get me married!â
The wedding ceremony goes off without a hitch â albeit a little bit later than planned.Â
When the music starts and Bradley walks you down the aisle, youâre surrounded by the smiling faces of friends and family.Â
Although, your eyes are only on Jake â looking so unbelievably handsome in his tux and his wide smile and you canât believe just how lucky you got â and his mossy green eyes are focused on only you.Â
Both of your eyes shine with tears and itâs as if only the two of you exist in that moment when you meet him at the altar, the two of you happily joining hands with matching lovesick grins adorning your faces.
Though heâll never admit it â and Natasha will never let him live it down â Bradley definitely shed a few tears himself as he listened to you and Jake exchange your vows.Â
Itâs been a long day of running around getting ready for the ceremony â and sneaking off for a quickie, of course â before marrying your soulmate in front of practically everyone you know, then taking countless family photos and enjoying a cocktail hour with your friends and family showering you and Jake in congratulations and well wishes.Â
But, itâs all worth it because youâre finally able to call Jake your husband and you couldnât be happier.
Youâre both more than ready for the reception, ready to let loose and enjoy your time together as a newlyweded couple.Â
After a nice dinner comes the best man and maid of honor speeches from Javy and Natasha, and a speech from Uncle Mav that includes a few embarrassing anecdotes about your childhood that have you giggling as you hide your face in Jakeâs shoulder.Â
Then itâs time for the newlyweds to make a toast before sharing your first dance to Fleetwood Macâs Everywhere, the first song you and Jake danced to on the night when you met three years ago at your brotherâs wedding.Â
The two of you hold each other close and sway along to the music without a care in the world, Jake dipping you towards the end of the song and claiming your lips in a long kiss that has the entire room cheering â although again, itâs as if you and Jake are the only two who exist in that moment.
When Jake pulls back from the kiss, one of his large palms is still cupping your cheek, fingers gently grazing your skin as his green eyes gaze down at you in adoration.Â
âI canât believe youâre my wife.â He lightly shakes his head in disbelief. âIâm never gonna stop saying that â my wife.â
Youâre smiling against one anotherâs lips as you pull Jake down for another kiss, giggling when you mouth parts from his.Â
âI love you so much, my husband.â
You can see that familiar look of both adoration and hunger beginning to overtake Jakeâs features in response to your words as your first dance comes to an end.
After sharing what would traditionally be a father-daughter dance with Mav, he returns you into your husbandâs loving arms as others begin to join in on the fun, the dance floor now filling up with your guests.Â
Jake sees his opportunity to whisk you away from the dancefloor, using the commotion to make a sneaky getaway â again.Â
You should be used to it by now â his large hand warmly encompassing yours and pulling you along with him â but you still canât help the giggles that break free as you quicken your pace to match his as best as you can in your heels, sprinting until the two of you have disappeared from dancefloor, and soon from your wedding reception entirely.  Â
Out of the ballroom doors and into the empty hallway, the loud music and sounds of your guests having fun now a muffled to barely-there background noise, you find yourself alone with Jake. Your husband.
You pull on Jakeâs hand to bring him to a stop in front of you, turning him around and pulling him in closer to you as you lean your back against the closed door, gazing up at him with a lip-bitten smile.Â
âWhat are we doing?â You question through a breathless laugh, although youâre pretty sure you already know the answer.Â
Jakeâs broad frame crowds you in closer to the door and you find your breaths coming in quicker as he presses the front of his body up against yours.
Your eyes flutter shut as he leans down even closer, his nose gently brushing yours, lips just shy of touching your own. His breath fans against them and it sends a shiver down your spine, a jolt going straight to your core when he speaks.
âWell, weâve gotta consummate our marriage, Sweets.â Jake whispers against you, his mouth just barely grazing your own. âAnd Iâd like to consummate it as soon as possible.â
The evident hunger in his voice has you frantically nodding against him, eyes still squeezed shut when you feel his front press impossibly closer to you â and the growing bulge there. âYeah?â
âYeah, honey. Gonna consummate the shit out of you.âÂ
Jakeâs whispered words, and their mirthy tone, have you bursting into a fit of giggles, your head falling back against the door behind you. His own laugh joins in with yours as you shake your head at his silliness. You love this man so much.
Your hands reach up to the sides of his neck to pull your husband down for a kiss, lips and teeth clashing as neither of you can break the smiles from your faces.Â
âYouâre such a dork, Seresin.â You whisper sweetly against Jakeâs lips.
âYeah, but you love it⊠Mrs. Seresin.â His large hands squeeze your hips, both the heat you feel on your skin through the lacy fabric of your dress and the name making you giddy.
âWell⊠lead the way, Mr. Seresin!âÂ
Youâre unable to contain the massive smile that breaks out on your face as Jake presses one last kiss to your lips, before grabbing your hand and beginning to pull you along with him once more, and you donât care where takes you as long as your hand gets to be intertwined with his for the rest of your lives.Â
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Just so I could call you mine part 2 - Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader
It's finally here! I'm sorry for the wait, I've only really been able to write at night - my day's have been kinda busy at the moment. But it's finished. It's quite long so sorry about that. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as you enjoyed part 1:)
Also (following a theme here) this is loosely based off of the song 'Enough for you' by Oliva Rodrigo
* = time skip
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 3503
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It had been a month since the argument. Well, I say argument, but I think downfall of the one thing that made me want to get up in the morning would be more accurate. After Iâd broken down on Emilyâs shoulder that night, she took me back to her place. The whole time I was there, part of me kept wishing for the phone to ring and for it to be him. It didnât feel real. For the first few days I clung to the shred of hope that he might pull me aside at work to apologise, tell me he was wrong and wanted me back. But seeing as this is my life, that opportunity never came. We hadnât spoken since that night. Even on cases, he would find ways to avoid talking to me. I canât say I blame him, heâs a shitty man. And when shitty men do shitty things, they tend to run from it.
I walked into the bullpen laughing with Garcia. All the girls had really looked after me and I couldnât be more grateful.
âHey there pretty ladiesâ Morgan said, sauntering over to us.
âWhy hello there handsome. Here to make us yours?â Garcia replied playfully.
âOnly if youâll have me.â Morgan bantered. Garcia just laughed before heading to her cave.
âSo how are you gorgeous?â He said throwing his arm round my shoulder.
âIâm doing good. In desperate need for coffee. Donât get me wrong I love Garcia but after only 3 hours of sleep, her bubbliness this early on has taken it out of meâ I explained as we headed to the coffee machine. Derek dropped his arm and stood next to me, allowing me to make my drink.
âOnly three hours huh? You having trouble sleeping?â He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
âNo, I just choose to run on as little energy as possible.â I retorted sarcastically, prompting an eye roll from him.
âYou know what I meant.â
âYeah I do, itâs justâ I sighed looking down at my coffee.
âHey.â Derek nudged my arm slightly. âWhatâs on your mind?â I chewed at the inside of my cheek nervously before answering.
âI guess Iâm still adjusting to sleeping by myself.â I admitted. Derek nodded, wearing a sympathetic look on his face. âItâs so stupid, I should be over this by now. I mean I am over him but itâs just certain things likeâŠugh I donât know. Itâs just stressful.â I ranted.
âItâs normal baby. You went from, what was it nine months?â
âEleven.â I corrected.
âRight so you went from 11 months of having someone next to you all the time, to suddenly nothing. Itâs bound to take some getting used to.â He reasoned. I knew he was right. But something about the way Hotch had essentially picked up where he left off with Haley made me feel so stupid for still being hung up over him.
âCome on, letâs go see if boy genius can tell us something fun.â Derek joked as we walked back to our desks.
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The day was almost over, and weâd had no cases, which allowed us to sort through old case files and tidy things up. As boring as that may sound, it was actually a nice break from the horrors we see on a daily basis.
âRight.â Emily said, stretching back in her chair. âI think Iâm gonna head out.â
âAnd leave me here with the men?â I replied, pretend fear laced in my voice.
âIâm so sorry honey. You can do it I believe in youâ Emily joked. The boys just swapped an annoyed look. âSergio awaits me, so Iâll see you all tomorrow.â She said collecting her things.
âBye Em.â I called after her. But just as she was about to leave JJ rushed into the bullpen.
âEmily stops where you are.â Emily groaned and turned around.
âJayje I swear to god if you tell us we have a case, as much as I love you, I will be hurling my bag at your head.â Emily said. JJ just laughed at her.
âNo, itâs nothing bad guys, but Rossi has invited us to dinner.â She said smiling. The way she looked at us made it seem like she was looking for some type of reaction.
âOkay? Something special about today?â Derek asked.
âYeah thatâs nice of him and all JJ but Iâm really tired. Sitting in a crowed Chinese restaurant really wasnât really what I planned to do tonightâ Emily replied. JJ sighed.
âFine. I mean if none of you want to come back to Rossiâs mansion for a bite to eat then I get that. Have a nice night with your cat Em.â JJ turned to walk away but at the sound of us all scrambling out of our seats, she turned back and laughed.
âScrew Sergio I wanna explore this guyâs house.â Emily said walking over to JJ.
âGod you lot are so nosyâ She joked as we all walked down to the parking lot.
âWhat do you expect? The guys a mystery so if thereâs an opportunity to snoop of course weâd take it.â I chuckled.
âI just wanna see if he has a first drafts of his books lying around. I can almost imagine how much he left out.â Reid piped up.
âOf course, thatâs what you wanna see pretty boyâ Derek said patting Reid on the shoulder. We all hoped into our separate cars to go home and change before re convening at Rossiâs.
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The night was going great. It was so nice to be able to just take a night off â eat, drink, chat â without the stress of a case looming over our heads. Not to mention Rossiâs house was incredibly impressive. I mean if I could somehow make this man my sugar daddy and inherit this place, Iâd be on it in an instant. Aaron was here, which didnât surprise me. But what did is how relaxed he was. Iâd seen it all the time when we were together but somehow seeing it tonight felt strange. Almost as if heâd dismissed the whole situation.
âOkay I wasnât that bad guys.â Emily protested, snapping me from my thoughts.
âYou told Spencer you were going to kill him if he didnât stop being so loud.â Hotch said.
âThatâs understandable on a hangover.â Emily reason.
âEm, I was just turning the pages of my book.â Spencer replied laughing. Emily spluttered over her words, but nothing came out causing the rest of us to join spencer. Suddenly the doorbell rang out. We all looked around confused.
âWeâre not expecting anyone else are we?â Garcia asked.
âUmâ Aaron cleared his throat.
âI think I might know who that is.â My heart sunk as he got up and walked to the door. Everyone swapped a look, trying to catch my eye but I just starred ahead of me. He wouldnât have actually invited her. Right?
âHey honey.â Her voice travelled through the halls causing my heart to not only sink even further, but completely shatter in the process. At least at work I could block out the fact he was with her but now he was just rubbing salt in the wound. Emily finally caught my gaze and shot me a supportive look. I just nodded, offering a tight-lipped smile. Eventually the pair of them came back.
âHey guys, you know Haley.â Hotch said, looking slightly uncomfortable. Everyone greeted her politely enough, but it didnât take a profiler to feel the shift in the atmosphere.
âLet me get you a chair.â Rossi said, going to stand up. âNo, itâs fine, Iâll just sit hereâ She stated before promptly positioning herself in Aaronâs lap. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I couldnât watch this. The seven of us sat in a cripplingly awkward silence for a few moments before JJ finally spoke up.
âSo, um Haley, howâs jack doing?â She asked politely. âOh, heâs doing great. Very happy to have his daddy around a lot more now.â Haley responded in a smug tone. As she spoke, she glanced over at me. Clearly noticing my appearance, she threaded her fingers through Aaronâs hair. I averted my gaze, opting to study the details of Rossiâs floor. I heard Hotch clear his throat, almost as if he wanted her to stop. â
Iâm glad heâs happy.â JJ replied.
âSo am I. Before it was just so hard what with his job and, well â other arrangements â Aaron barely had time for his own son you know. But luckily thatâs all been dealt with now.â Haley leant forward and I heard her placing a kiss on his cheek. I couldnât take this anymore; she was clearly taunting me and as I much as I hated giving into her games â this was so much worse.
âExcuse me.â I said, standing up and heading towards the garden. It took everything inside of me not to break down right then and there. But the minute I reached the garden I lost it. The tears streamed down my face as I tried to quiet my sobs. My heart ached. It felt like everything was crashing down around me. My chest felt hollow. I thought I was over this, over him. I could feel my knees growing weak under me so opted to sit by the edge of the pool, in the hopes to grab some sense of normality. It was a nice night out. It was summer so still warm, but there was enough of a breeze to keep it bearable. Iâm sure if looked up I wouldâve been able to see the stars, but I was transfixed on the water. Suddenly I heard the back door open. I didnât turn around, not wanting to face whoever it was.
âIâve always wanted a pool.â Emilyâs voice came from beside me. She sat down, placing her legs in the water next to mine. âIâd love to have this house too.â She stated taking in her surroundings. âWhat do you say, wanna take Rossi down together and claim all this for ourselves?â She asked nudging my arm. I let out a stiff chuckle but didnât say anything. Emily took a deep breath before she spoke.
âIâm sorry you had to sit through thatâ Her voice was sincere. âI donât know if Hotch invited her, or she just rocked up, but it was out of order either way.â I nodded not trusting my voice right now. âYou should know, the rest of us were just as angry. Derek left a few moments after you. He went into the kitchen, but he didnât come back. I had to send Spencer after to him just to check he wasnât tearing the place up.â She said light-heartedly. That gave me some comfort, to know I wasnât being overly sensitive. She let her words hang in the air for a moment and we enjoyed the stillness of the night.
âI just thought.â I began, my voice rough from crying. âThat maybe it wasnât real. Maybe they werenât actually back together you know?â I turned my gaze towards Emily. She understood. That was one of my favourite things about her. No matter what the situation, whether sheâd experienced it herself or not, she was always so deeply empathetic that it helped.
âListen, nothing I say right now is going to make this any easier. Sure, I could sit here and tell you what a douche bag heâs beingâ I smiled at her words. âBut I know that wouldnât change anything for you. So, Iâve just come to let you know that weâre all here for you. Take as much time as you need, and when you feel comfortable, come back and join us inside.â She said squeezing my hand.
âThank you Em. For everything.â She just smiled before standing up and heading inside. By this point Iâd stopped crying. You know that moment of calm you experience right after youâve stopped crying, just before the headache or tiredness kicks in, that is probably my favourite feeling. Which sounds somewhat depressing, but everything just feels so at ease in that moment. Unfortunately, I could not bask in it for long as I heard the back door slide open once again. Thinking it was Emily I called out to her.
âPlease donât tell me Iâm going to come in there and see you forcing Rossi to sign us into his will.â I joked, turning around. But instead of being greeted with my friendsâ heart-warming chuckle, I saw the man whoâd caused this little escape to the garden. It was Aaron.
âHotch.â I said surprised, scrambling to stand up.
âHi.â He replied. He looked nervous, relentlessly fidgeting with his hands. It wasnât normal.
âWhy are you here?â I didnât bother trying to make small talk. What would be the point?
âUm, well IâŠI just wanted toâŠâ His voice trailed off as he looked to the ground. âCan we sit down?â He asked after a moment. I nodded and made my way over to the beautiful table Rossi had. Aaron sat down but didnât say anything, just starred ahead of him.
âAre you going to talk or what?â I said bluntly. He looked surprised at my tone but cleared his throat before answering me.
âI just wanted to check on you.â His voice was low, almost as if he didnât want me to hear what he was saying.
âCheck on me?â I replied clearly irritated.
âYeah I mean you just took off back there, so I wanted to make sure you were okayâ He said literally looking anywhere but me. I couldnât believe what I was hearing. Heâd spent a whole month doing the most to avoid talking to me and now, not only he dangles his happiness in my face , but he also has the audacity to ask if Iâm okay?
âYeah I wonder why that is?â I shot back. Hotch went to reply but I cut him off. âNo no letâs think about it. What could have possibly made me leave? Was it the fact that Derek telling a story? Nope that doesnât seem to be it.â I said sarcastically. âOh, maybe Spencer was rambling about something random? No doesnât sound right? Gosh I just â I donât know what it could have been. You got any ideasâ I continued. Hotch starred at me, annoyed by my games but not enough to reply. âWait I remember, it was the fact that my ex-boyfriend just wanted to shove the fact that heâs moved on and obviously didnât give a fuck about me or our relationship further down my throat!â I concluded, standing up to leave.
âThat is not fair.â He called after me. I stopped in my tracks, the anger growing inside of me.
âWhat? What about that is unfair to you?â I replied folding my arms over my chest.
âFor you to say I didnât care about our relationshipâ he said, his voice laced with annoyance. I scoffed at his words.
âReally? I think itâs perfectly fair considering how youâve acted. Itâs clear that you have no respect for me or what we were.â
âJust because I spend more time with Haley now doesnât mean that Iâve just disregarded our entire relationship.â He sounded exasperated.
âSpend more time with her? Hotch she was practically fucking you on the chair in there.â I yelled. Iâd tried so hard not to lose it but his lack of understanding right now was getting too much for me. âI loved you so much. I gave everything I had into that relationship, and youâve thrown it all back in my face over one twisted story that your wife decided to spin.â I ran my fingers through my hair trying to calm down. The last thing I needed was for the rest of the team to hear this. Although I didnât care if Haley did. That bitch. âI donât know what I did wrong to make you choose her. Maybe I just wasnât as interesting as her, but you could not have cared less about someone who loved you more. She dragged you down, manipulated you into believing it was your fault that she fucked those other guys. Or when she made you feel bad for choosing to stay in a job that literally makes the world as safer place for people like her or Jack. All I ever wanted was to support you and be there for you to lean on. I wanted to be that one person you could turn to when you felt like the world was crumbling down and you would feel okay. I just wanted to be enough for you. Because thatâs what you were for me.â I ranted. Unfortunately, this time Iâd been unable to hold back my tears, but I was hoping the darkness of the garden would hide that. Aaron looked crushed, almost guilty. Part of me hurt to seem him like that but another part reminded me he deserved it. Iâd say he broke my heart, but he broke much more than that.
âYou were that to me too.â He mumbled. His voice was so quiet I wasnât sure Iâd heard him. Clearly noticing my lack of response, he continued. âYou meant so much to me and I canât tell you how painful itâs been without you.â
âDoesnât really seem like thatâ I scoffed. He sighed before walking over to me.
âListen the thing with Haley-â
âIf youâre about to tell me why youâre back together with her, please donât. I canât handle that right now.â I begged.
âNo listen. We arenât together.â His words took me by surprise.
âWhat?â
âThe night everything kicked off, Iâm not going to lie â I did believe her. I mean when she told me that youâd told JJ everything about the divorce, yeah I was mad. It took me so long to open up to you about that, you know the insecurities and the fact I thought Jack was going to resent me or not want me in his life. I trusted you and you just threw it out the window.â I starred at him in shock, unable to speak. Hotch being who he was picked up on my reaction. âWhat is it?â He asked.
âI canât believe thatâs what she told you.â I said utterly blown away by the fact that Haley was able to lie about something so huge with such ease.
âWhat do you mean? Are you trying to tell me thatâs not what happened?â He sounded apprehensive.
âIt couldnât be further from the truth. She called me to ask where you were and when youâd be home. She must have thought I was lying because then she called JJ. JJ told her she knew sheâd rung me and then she hung up.â I explained. Hotch looked just as confused. âI would never tell anyone those things Aaron. No matter how much you hurt me.â He didnât reply. He looked so torn. âI tried to explain that to you on the night, but you werenât listening.â I spoke. That caught his attention.
âI know I just felt so betrayed I guess it blinded me.â He replied. âThe only reason Iâve stayed as close with her as I have recently is because she was going to keep me away from Jack. I know she had no solid grounds to hold that to and we could have taken it to court if it had gotten that bad, but fathers hardly ever win full custody. I didnât want to risk it.â He explained. I nodded.
âI understand.â I got it. Jack was his world. And losing him might have just broken him. â
I canât begin to explain how sorry I am that I let her get between us. I shouldâve known, I-I shouldâve trusted you.â He rambled. He begun pacing back and forth.
âHey.â I reached out a grabbed his arm. âYes you should have trusted me, Iâm not going to act like what happened didnât hurt. But youâre not a mind reader Aaron. You believed the first story you heard. I get it.â I reasoned. Tentatively, he reached out and took my hands in his, rubbing gentle circles with his thumbs.
âI missed you. Everyday.â He whispered.
âI did too. I loved you.â I replied softly. His gaze caught mine.
âLoved?â He asked his eyes wracked with worry.
âPart of me still does. I canât just shut those feelings down. But what you did broke me. And I donât want to risk that happening again.â I confessed. He nodded.
âI guess Iâll just have to prove myself to you. Because trust me, youâre all I want. And Iâll wait however long you need me to.â He replied. I smiled up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck as his arms travelled to my waist. Maybe we would get back together or eventually just drift apart, but right now I had my best friend back. And thatâs all I cared about.
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â.ïœĄ.:* Kageyama, Sugawara, Kuroo, and Bokuto with a clingy and affectionate s/o .ïœĄ.:*â
Warnings: None!
Genre: Fluff
Reader: Gender neutral
A/n: This is my first post thatâs like this so sorry if this turns out bad! Iâm still new to the writing platform so I hope Iâll be able to learn about it more the more Iâm here! There is a cursed amount of pleading emojis and i can already tell that thatâs gonna be a theme in my fics so sorry in advance if emojis make you frustrated or uncomfortable <3
Kageyama Tobio
â· is a very flustered bb boy!!!
â· at first he doesnât know what to do and just freezes and shoves you off of him without thinking it through (he quickly regrets it but he freezes even further and doesnât know what to do ksjdnfi)
â· you might be a little bit shocked and bummed out and itâs ok to feel that way!!! you want attention from your gorgeous boyfriend after all đ€
â· however heâs also trying his best!!! he hasnât had this much physical affection before so itâll take some getting used to!! heâll try extremely hard to overcome it soon and give you the love and attention you deserve tho!! awwww what a sweet bb
â· heâll DEFINITELY still be prickly sometimes even later on into the relationship and not be 100% comfortable unless youâve been in the relationship for a long time
â· he still gives you the hugs and cuddles and lets you be clingy but especially if itâs in public, he wonât immediately melt into your embrace or indulge you 100% :(
â· heâll let you cling onto his arm whenever you guys are walking around or doing anything together but heâs desperately trying to hide his embarrassment with a scowl and bright red cheeks and ears đ„șđ„șđ„ș
â· heâll give you little hugs of reassurances and maybe if youâre lucky, youâll get little kisses on the head in public but heâll still be extremely flushed đđ
â· heâs even more open in private tho đ„ș
â· heâll rather die than have his teammates see him being extremely mushy and lovey-dovey with you so heâll save those really cute moments for when you guys are together alone <3
â· further into the relationship heâll open up and will be a lot more comfortable with you!! heâll be less reserved and indulge you even more in public â€ïž
â· when he gets more comfortable in the relationship, heâll even start being clingy too and itâs the most adorable thing ever because even though he still wants to cuddle or hug you spontaneously heâll be quiet about it and have the cutest little blush on his face and a little pout đ„ș
â· itâll be really really obvious that he wants attention even if heâs trying to be secretive about it so please indulge himÂ
â· he wants little kithes and huggies too đ€đ€
â· you guys are such a cute couple, people either look at you while cooing or with a look of exasperation because itâs THAT obvious that you guys are madly in love with each other <333
Sugawara Koushi
â· he will be clingy RIGHT BACK AT YOU
â· even if you guys are just starting your relationship, if youâre already so comfortable with him and are able to be your true clingy self with him then heâs totally gonna be his own clingy self too because the openness makes him so extremely happy!!
â· it reassures him that you really do want to be with him and are willing to be vulnerable around him awwwwww đ„ș
â· once you guys are hugging or cuddling, itâs over. you guys will be stuck like glue until you physically canât be with each other anymore KSJFIU
â· he pouts when you guys have to stop being with each other đ
â· if he could, he would just hug you for all of eternity
â· he loves you THAT much
â· he LOVES pda as well đ„ș
â· he wonât care if heâs inside his room, in the middle of a crowded area, in school, wherever
â· he can and WILL hug you and be just as clingy as you with him
â· honestly a match made in heaven
â· even later on in the relationship, you guys never change
â· you both will still be just as clingy as the beginning of it and itâs honestly so cute đ„șđ„ș
â· of course, this is suga though so heâs gonna be chaotic at some points
â· heâll tickle you, blow raspberries onto your skin, shift around a lot just to slightly annoy you, and other things that that playful brain of his thinks up of
â· sometimes you just want to cuddle without any distraction but lo and behold, heâs gonna still tease you
â· however, if you genuinely need a cuddle session without any distractions, heâll totally give you the cuddle session you want
â· because heâs such a tease sometimes, you decide to get your own revenge sometimes >:)
â· youâll act all innocent and heâll come to you wanting hugs and cuddles but at the last possible second, youâll move out of the way so that he stumbles into the couch or sofa or wherever you have your cuddle session
â· his reaction is priceless
â· anyways you guys are INSEPARABLE when you start hugging and cuddling and honestly people look at you guys with such genuine envy in their eyes because they wish they could be in such a cute relationship like yours đ
Kuroo Tetsurou
â· he teases you SO MUCH
â· itâs honestly insufferable at some points KSJDNFI
â· like you just want to be clingy and affectionate with your boyfriend thatâs IT!! đ€đ€đ€ why canât you just hug him peacefully like you want to?? đđ
â· even with all of the teasing tho, he loves it đ„șđ„ș
â· in public youâll always be really close to him no matter what and even though he teases you for ânot wanting to get lost and needing a guardian with youâ and other bs like that, he has such a sappy smile on his face heâs barely older or even YOUNGER than you in the first place stop acting like as if your s/o is a child kuroo đĄ
â· yes he might tease you like thereâs no tomorrow but he secretly enjoys how clingy you are
â· you notice and are fully aware of it and try SO HARD for him to admit it but his teasing self just simply can not
â· he will though when youâre having a really slow day and are actually cuddling without him being annoying teasing
â· those moments make you SWOON oh my god đ©
â· he also becomes super affectionate and itâs the CUTEST THING EVER
â· you cup each otherâs face and give each other little kisses all over and hug each other until you have to let go đ„șđ„șđ„ș
â· sometimes he even becomes the clingier one and you pull away from him and tease him back just to get back at him for all heâs done to you đ
â· heâll pout and beg you until you give. he will literally NOT stop begging until he gets what he wants heâs so spoiled
â· one time you tried to resist for 30 minutes but LITERALLY THE WHOLE 30 MINUTES HE WAS WHINING FOR YOU TO COME BACK AND CUDDLE WITH HIM
â· heâs so whiny and spoiled when he gets like that but heâs your whiny and spoiled baby â€ïž
â· people always laugh because of your relationship but they all know that itâs all sickly lovey-dovey friendly banter between you guys <333 they WISH they can have a relationship as fun and loving as yours đŒ
Bokuto Koutarou
â· HE ADORES IT
â· god he LOVES how clingy you are
â· he will be TWICE as clingy as you no joke
â· usually itâs the other party needing you to get off of them but with Bokuto, itâs the other way aroundÂ
â· heâs so so happy that youâre just as physically affectionate and that you want to be with him just as much as he wants to be with you đ„șđ„șđ„ș
â· he almost never gets into emo modes when youâre with himÂ
â· i mean why would he go emo if the literal light of his life is right there next to him???
â· exactly
â· like suga, he does NOT care where you guys are. you both will be extremely clingy and affectionate wherever with little to no regard of the people around you guys
â· he wants you to know that youâre his number 1 so heâll keep his attention on you all the time đđ„ș
â· of course you do the same for him because heâs literally the sweetest person youâll ever meet how would you NOT always keep your attention on him??
â· you guys also peck each otherâs lips whenever you meet itâs SO CUTE
â· your cuddle sessions are the sweetest thing ever oh my GOD my heart is literally hurting so much and iâm almost tearing up i want to cuddle with him SO BADLY đ„ș
â· he has the most secure, loving arms and when he wraps them around you with all the love he can possibly give, you practically melt
â· he basically does the same whenever you wrap your arms around him too đ„șđ„ș heâll literally be smiling like such a dork you can only watch in complete awe at this beautiful man
â· all of that love is just for you and you alone and you donât know just how lucky you got
â· and heâs the exact same with you
â· everyone wishes for the type of relationship you have with bokuto <333 itâs literally perfect, you guys love each other so much words can not even describe it â€ïž
Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Thank you for reading âĄ
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I match you up with Prompto Argentum!
Upon meeting the Chocobros, naturally he'd talk to you the most as he's the most sociable (outside of Gladio, maybe) and would be super curious about a new face
He'd immediately take a liking to you because, do I need to say it? You would totally bond over your love of cats!
He'd constantly send you cute cat videos and gush about chocobos/animals in general with you
Of course, with Noctis always hanging around him, you guys would form a little trio in no time!
Noctis would take you to feed cats with him btw
He would appreciate your quiet and reserved nature and it would complement his own talkative, expressive nature! Just look at the way he interacts with Noctis and Ignis for example
Given his short attention span and you guys' shared interests in certain areas, he'd probably jump from topic to topic with you a lot at first and it'd be a bit hard to keep up but it's only because there's a lot he'd be excited to pick your brain about!
Despite his fun, goofy, exterior, I think we all know our chocoboy here is a deep thinker and has got more going on upstairs than people think. That being said, he'd appreciate your artistic, creative side, especially as a photographer himself.
He's got an eye for detail and would be able to critique your work and give you useful advice
He'd also love doing the same with you with his photography and getting your opinion on his photos
Speaking of which, he'd love taking pictures of you a lot too of course!
Lots of selfies of you two
He'd find your large clothes adorable but also really aesthetically pleasing sometimes? Like if you searched through his camera, you'd probably find some cool shots of you with major Billie Eilish energy
He'd also be super amused by your writing style! He'd make lots of references to your strange sentences and misuse/misplacement of words often in banter!
If this shows up in you guys' text chat or something, he'd show off texts he was especially amused by to the rest of the chocobros
Probably screencap them too lol
Without a doubt would be down to clown on AO3 with you
I mean, come on, he's absolutely a nerd so he'd love gushing about all the fics he's read of his favorite pairings/characters and AU's with you
I mean really, it would headcanons galore with this guy. Again, he's got an eye for detail, so this would show up in his love for general nerd culture too
He's probably written some fanfics too tbh. Maybe back in high school or even before
He'd definitely get you into King's Knight and if you guys weren't playing that at the campsite, you'd be reading fanfics together
He'd also try to keep you close to fire as much as he could because you're a cold cinnamonroll
If you guys weren't at the campsite, he'd try to hug you (body warmth) but it would backfire because I feel like his hands would be cold all the time lol
Over time, he'd start to confide in you about his insecurities, inferiority complex, and his childhood. Probably one night when you guys are alone at the Galdin Quay hotel
Your reserved nature would put him at ease to talk about these things on top of already feeling safe with you
On the note of him feeling safe with you, your presence would help somewhat calm him down when he gets nervous (claustrophobia, acrophobia, bugs) and starts rambling during quests with the chocobros. Which the rest of the boys really appreciate having you around for because they just don't know what to do with him when he's like this besides tease him smh
He'd value you as a close friend, neck and neck with Noctis even
Over some more time, you'd start to hear less and less about Cindy...
Just looking at his approach to Cindy, he undoubtedly wouldn't have the courage to tell you how he felt, but you'd be especially intimidating for him because he'd be terrified of ruining what you guys have as friends. Again, you'd be really special to him
So if you didn't approach him first/didn't notice in the first place, our prince would have to pull you aside and spill the tea
The ball would be in your court really as far as where you wanted to take it because, honestly, either way, our chocoboy is just glad to have you in his life
I hope this was as fun to read for you as it was for me to write @rustydustyfellows! Thank you again so much for sending in an ask, it really made my day!
Hello! I saw the ask thing and genuinely am I curious! :D
FFXV, she/he/they (genderfluid), aroace (aromatic asexual), Aries
I'm like- really curious for this >>
If I missed anything, let me know and I'll reply on the post! Thank you!
First of all, thank you so much for this!!! What an exciting first ask!đ
Second, all of this is great! Can I just get a bit of your personality please? Maybe some bullet points so I know what I'm working with?đ„č Thank you again so much!!!đ„°đđ„łđ€â€ïž
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The Hybrid (I)
Pairing: JJ x Reader
Summary:Â The Pogues rekindle their friendship with their old childhood best friend and JJâs first crush, Y/N. Old feelings resurface for JJ and Y/N, possibly leading to a summer neither one of them could ever forget. Due to past trauma, Y/N is reluctant to let anyone into her heart, but JJ never backs down from a challenge, even if he knows it will come back to haunt him in the end.
Note: Thank you for being patient with me as I slowly write this series. I had this idea a long time ago and Iâm not finding motivation to write it but the inspiration comes and go. I smile with every comment that is left on my fics and Iâm so grateful for this community. Thank you for letting me pursue my creative writing without judgement. Love you guys! (Also, yes. If you didnât see my last note, I based YNâs family off of the Gilmore Girls characters. Thatâs who I picture as them.)
Word Count: 8k
 Masterlist  PrologueÂ
You wake up to someone falling on your bed next to you with a dramatic sigh. Knowing exactly who it is, you choose to ignore her and try getting back to the dreamless sleep you were peacefully having before you woke up.
That is, until she sighs again.Â
You flip onto your back and stare up at your ceiling fan thatâs quickly spinning above you. âWhat, Rory?â
âHow did it go with Andre and that boy?â
You look at her with one brow raised. âYou woke me up to hear about Andreâs love life? That hardly sounds like you. You donât care about high school drama or hookups.â
âYouâre right,â Rory says. âBut I thought I would ease you into what I actually need to tell you.â
You turn on right side and look at your sister confused. âWhat?â
She sighs. âThe cafeâs basement flooded last night. Mom needs us there to help her clean up and take inventory on whatâs salvageable.â
You turn back on you backside and close your eyes, exhaling a deep sigh. âYouâve got to be kidding me.â
âUnfortunately not,â Rory says and pats you twice on your covered thigh as she sits up. âCome on. I made you pre-cafe coffee. Itâs sitting in the kitchen.â
You throw your sheets off of you and trudge to the bathroom to brush your teeth and clean your face. Itâs about 8 a.m. At least you were able to get about six hours of sleep.Â
Last night, it was hard to let your brain rest to fall asleep. You kept tossing and turning, thinking about the blonde Pogue who walked you home. You missed how easy it was to talk to someone who you felt truly knew you. Your banter rolled off your tongue easily and you never had to worry about offending him because you knew him like the back of your hand. You knew what he could take and what he couldn't.Â
Talking to him brought back childhood memories you had hidden deep in your mind. How JJ would constantly poke you until you ripped into a smile on days that were grey. How you used to steal John Bâs bandanas until he was chasing you around his house to get them back. How you would draw a mustache and a unibrow on Popeâs face when he fell asleep by the water.Â
Those days felt like they were decades ago. So far away, you didnât know if youâd be able to reach for them again. If it was even possible to get back.Â
You thought about texting him. Thanks for walking me back. We should all get together soon! You had written out. But then you deleted the whole message, telling yourself it was because you didnât know if he even had the same number. But deep down, you were just afraid of the rejection.Â
Its been about three years since the four of you had been together in one place. You donât know what theyâve been through or if theyâve changed. They for sure as hell donât know what youâve been through. You donât know if they're dynamic has changed. Clearly you and JJ can still joke with each other but what about John B and Pope? You heard about John Bâs father disappearing at sea, most people believing heâs dead, but John B holding onto hope thatâs heâs alive. You always thought about calling him to reach out and offer your condolences. But for the same reason you didnât text JJ, you never called. It didnât feel like your place. They had Kie for that now. A little part of you felt jealous of her, like she had replaced you and any memory of you. She seemed nice, but she wasnât you.
âReady?â Rory pops her head in to your room as you slip on a cropped plain white zip up jacket over your cropped black tank.Â
âAs Iâll ever be,â You say and snag the car keys out of her hands. âDonât even think about it. Iâm driving.â
Rory rolls her eyes. âI want to get there safely.â
âAnd I want to get there quickly.â
âFine. But weâre taking my car. It actually has doors.â
For your sixteenth birthday, your grandparents gifted both you and Rory your own individual cars and even let you pick them out. Rory chose a black 2020 Honda Civic for itâs safety features and reputation for longevity as if she was planning on handing it down to her future kids. And you picked out a white 2020 Jeep Wrangler with a hard top that pops off along with the doors for a very open and thrilling ride. Everyone but you called it a death trap, but you found it to be the perfect summer car.Â
You park Roryâs boring Honda Civic in the back of the cafe in a lot used specifically for employees. The cafe is already booming with teens and families, waiting for their morning coffees and fresh pastries. Kids your age are running around behind the counter with sweat dripping down their brow bone to get everyoneâs orders out in a timely manner.Â
In the back of the store, your mom walks up the steps from the basement with two large trash bags and immediately notices the two of you. âOh good. Youâre here. Rory, help the girls behind the counter. The dishwasherâs broken and poor Hailey is hand washing everything. Y/N, come with me downstairs.â
âWhy does Rory get the fun job?â You grumble and follow your mom back downstairs after she tosses the two trash bags.Â
âBecause sheâs actually nice to the customers.â
âTreat others how you would like to be treated. Isnât that what everyone always says?â You smirk. You never agreed with the phrase âthe customer is always right.â Itâs complete bullshit and being the employee shouldnât mean letting yourself getting verbally abused by a âKarenâ on the other side of the counter.Â
The basement is used for the cafeâs storage, lined with wooden shelves Steve put together that hold to go cups, back up espresso machines, boxes of coffee and food and ingredients, etc. Now all the boxes are dark and sopping, creating puddles on the concrete floor.Â
âOh my god. Mom. How did this happen?â
âJenky water pipe busted in the middle of the night,â Steve walks down the stairs and passes your mom a knowing look. It didnât surprise you that he was here. Heâs the jack of all trades. Owns his own automotive shop, builds a lot of his own furniture, actually cooks a decent meal, and has the same outlook on customer service as you do. He was probably your momâs first call. âTalked to the plumber. They canât get here until at least noon.â
âNoon? Weâll be underwater by noon. I might as well turn all my employees into a swim team,â Your mom says.
Steve shakes his head. âI was able to hold the leak until he gets here. You should be fine.â
Steve was the first person that actually helped your mother out when's she moved to the Cut. Six months pregnant, she pushed her car into his automotive shop after it broke down on the side of the road. Their banter was similar to the one you and JJ have. He helped save your mom money by building yours and Roryâs cribs, changing table, and dressers. And ever since, the two of them had been connected by the hip, although they both refuse to admit it. You think the pair are just trying to deny the love they clearly share for each other. And you think the main reason for that is because of the incident four years ago with your momâs ex boyfriend. No thanks to you.
 âLook at you constantly building your resume,â You smirk at him.Â
Steve scoffs. âItâs more than what youâre doing.â
You roll your eyes. Steve is the closest thing you have to a father. He practically helped raise you with your mom. Heâs the one you turn to whenever a fight with your mom goes too far, which isn't too often but it happens. He usually lets you stay at his house for the night to let you cool off. But heâll never sugar coat his advice when it comes time for him to give it. Even if you donât ask for it. He knows growing up with Rory has been challenging. She was clearly your momâs favorite, or at least thatâs what you thought. She has a 4.0 GPA with a realistic dream to get into Brown University and study journalism. She played by every rule, never got into trouble, and spent most of her free nights getting ahead of her school work or staying late at the cafe with an open book from the library across the street. She was an absolute angel to everyone else, making you look like her evil twin.Â
You glare at him before turning to your mom with crossed arms. âWhat do you want me to do, Mom?â
âActually honey. Can you go to Heywards and grab more coffee filters and napkins. The water soaked right through the plastic wrapping on our last box.â
You nod, leaving your mom and Steve to clean up the basement themselves. Before heading out, you sneak behind the counter and make yourself a quick coffee to go.
âWhere you going?â Rory asks as she reaches behind you to grab a banana for her customer at the register.
âHeywards to grab a couple things for Mom.â
âOh. Make sure to grab toilet paper while youâre out. I think weâre almost out of it.â
âGot it.âÂ
Heywards is only a short drive from your momâs cafe. Itâs the closest convenient store that isnât crazy pricey. Itâs where your mom gets all her supplies whenever she runs out of things before shipment gets there.Â
You use to always come here when you were younger with the boys, each of you, even Pope, stealing a small bag of chips or a candy bar here and there. Little did any of you know, Mr. Heyward caught your thieving hands every time but never said anything.Â
The bell above the door chimes when you walk into the store. You know this place as well as you know the cafe, finding the toilet paper and coffee filter immediately.Â
When Mr. Heyward looks up from the counter, his smile grows. He can pick you out of a crowd anywhere, but he hasnât seen you in a long time. Last time he saw you, you had braces and overgrown bushy brows. Now you had bushed hair and shaved legs.Â
âHi. Mr. Heyward,â You grin shyly at him. You donât know how heâs going to react to see you, unsure of what Pope might have told him about you.Â
âLittle Miss Y/L/N? Is that you?â Heyward smiles widely, pulling your own lips into a wider smile. âI havenât seen you for a long time.â
âYeah, Iâve been busy with school and my momâs cafe...â Both of those things were a lie. You just avoid the Cut to avoid the Pogues.Â
âHowâs the fam?âÂ
âTheyâre good,â You say as Heyward hands you your bags. âMom says hello by the way. Iâm actually taking these to her store now.â
âWell, donât be a stranger. We miss your smiling face around her. Anette, too.â Heyward says, mentioning his wife.Â
âTell her I said hi.â
âOf course, darling.âÂ
Heyward and Anette always had a special place in their heart for you and Rory. Theyâre not one for gossip, but they knew a little bit about what your momâs been through and have heard plenty of stories about your grandparents. They always thought, despite your momâs background, that you and your sister were raised impressively. Anette always hoped that one day Pope and Rory would get together. Everyone always wanted their child to be with Rory.Â
As your about to leave the store, the bell chimes again with another customer. Only itâs not another customer. Itâs Pope and John B. They donât see you at first, and you wonder if maybe you can sneak out without them seeing you. But something about that felt wrong. Especially because Heyward would more than likely mention to them that you were here.Â
Pope sees you first and stops in his tracks. âY/N?âÂ
âHey, guys. Long time no see,â You smile at both of them. You bite down on your lip awkwardly when you meet John Bâs stare. You donât know if you should mention anything about his dadâs disappearance. But what would you say? Sorry? What good would that do?
âHowâve you been?â Pope gives you a small side hug, then John B.Â
You shrug. âYou know, living the dream.â
âHowâs life as a Hybrid?â John B smirks.Â
You roll your eyes playfully and groan. âOh god. Never call me that again.â
You may be considered a Hybrid by everyone else, but you would never put yourself into that category. You grew up a Pogue, the same way everyone else did around you. The only thing tying you to the Kooks are your grandparents.Â
âWhy?â John B smirks. âI wish I was a Hybrid.â
You smirk back. âMaybe you will be one day. I hear you have a Kook of your own for arm candy.â
You saw a faint hint of blush on John Bâs cheek at the mention of his girlfriend but you donât mention it. âSarah, yeah. Sheâs not like the other Kooks.â
âI would hope not. Her brotherâs a dick.â
âYeah,â They laugh.Â
âWe miss you, you know.â John B says. Pope looks at you, trying to read your expression. John Bâs not wrong. They do all miss you, especially Pope. He felt like you were the only one who really understood him. Of course his other friends are great, but you actually took the time to try and understand his passions. Like forensic science.Â
âI miss you guys too. Itâs been a while.â
âWell, hey. Weâre actually all getting together tonight at my place. Nothing big. Just a bonfire and a couple beers. You should stop by,â John B says.
âYeah,â Pope says, immediately getting hopeful that youâll show up.Â
Your smile falters. The invite makes your heart swell and your lungs contract. Itâs an invite youâve been wanting for three years. And now that you have it, you donât know what to say. Itâd be different if it was just the four of you like old times. But now thereâs Kie and Sarah and although you have nothing against them, youâre afraid they wonât accept you. The thought of your boys picking them over you terrifies you.Â
âOkay. Yeah, sure. Iâll try to swing by later.âÂ
Pope smiles wide and looks at his friend to see his reaction. John B grins and nods, almost impressed that you had agreed. But he saw the twitch in your lips when the question was asked.Â
âGreat. I guess weâll see you later then.âÂ
You nod. âOkay. Bye guys.â
You suck in a deep breath when the fresh air outside of Heywardâs store brushes over you. Your heart thumps wildly with both excitement and nerves when youâre finally able to collect your thoughts. You donât know what youâll do tonight, but the possibilities can change your entire summer.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
You spent the rest of the day mopping up the cafeâs basement and rearranging the shelves. You smelled of sweat and coffee grounds by the time you were done and dreamt of the shower you would be taking when you got home.Â
Rory drove you home after the two of you closed up the cafe for the day. Neither of you said much. Rory was exhausted from running around behind the counter and you were too busy thinking about whether youâd go back to the place you used to call your second home.
You took a longer shower than usual, still pondering what your night would be like. Your head was telling you to stay home but your heart pulled you in the direction of the Cut. You yearned to hear about what the future held for Pope, and listen to John B retell stories of when you were kids, and be able to stare into JJâs bright blue eyes without him noticing.Â
You changed into a pair of jean shorts and a plain red cropped tank. Rory walks into your room as your brushing out your hair and looks at you as if you lost your mind.
âAre you out of your mind? You canât wear that,â She says.
You brows scrunch together in confusion. âWhat are you talking about? I wear shit like this all the time.â
âNot to the Country Club, you donât.â Thatâs when it hits you. Todayâs been so hectic, you forgot what day it was. âItâs Sunday.â
Sunday dinner at the Country Club is now a weekly commitment forced upon you by your grandparents. Each week, your mom, sister, and you are forced to spend one dinner with your grandma and grandpa. This is basically your momâs payment back for sending you and Rory to Kook Academy. Only they actually pay for the dinner. Itâs usually the longest two hours of your entire week. Itâs hard to listen to your grandfather rant about Real Estate and your grandma slyly critique your mother in almost every aspect of her life.Â
âShit. I completely forgot,â You say.
âWell, you better change. Weâre leaving in about five minutes,â Rory says then plucks a gold necklace from your dresser. âOh and can I wear this tonight?â
You sigh. âSure.â
You change into a baby blue wrap around dress and pin your wet hair into a half up half down due. Itâs gonna have to work for the limited time you have to get ready. After applying a thin layer of makeup to look the least bit presentable, you meet your mom and sister by the front door.
âFinally,â Your mom says when she sees you.Â
âSorry. I didnât realize it was Sunday.â
âItâs okay, honey. I just donât think I can handle another late remark from Mom today.â She looks you up and down and grins. âYou look great.â
Despite the many fiery fights you and your mom can have, she is also your best friend. Itâs kind of like a love hate relationship. Steve says itâs because youâre exactly like your mom - almost like a sixteen year old version of her.Â
You really hope that isnât true. Youâre not ready to have a kid in two years.Â
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Â
Your grandparents are already sitting at a round table in the corner of the country club by the two tall windows that reach up to the ceiling with a view looking out into the golf course. The best seat in the house for the richest a holes on the island.Â
âLorelai,â Your grandmother grins, but you can instantly tell itâs sarcastic. âDid you have to walk here?â
You speak up before your mom could. âSorry Grandma. Itâs my fault weâre late.â
Your grandparents are hard on your mom but easier on you and Rory, especially Rory.
âWell, youâre here now,â Your grandpa says. Heâs usually the mediator between your mom and grandma. Although heâs usually sucks at it. âSit. Sit.â
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, JJ shuffles through his many coworkers with his apron in one hand and a piece of fried calamari from Miss Carolâs appetizer in the other.Â
âJJ -â She scolds and slaps his hand away from going in for a second piece.Â
âGood evening Miss Carol,â JJ smirks and makes his way to the area between the kitchen and dining room where most of the servers and bust boys hang out. Some of the boys slap him on the back or shove him by the shoulder, chuckling to themselves. âWhatâs going on boys? Busy crowd?â
âWhat are you doing here? You never work Sundays,â His friend, Mitch, says.Â
Luke Maybank was behind on several bills - worse than itâs ever been. They already shut off their electricity and JJ wanted to make sure the water wouldnât be next.Â
But JJ shrugs nonchalantly. âLittle extra dough can't hurt.â
âWell, you picked a good day,â Raymond walks up to the blonde, rolling his sleeves. âYou got Kook Royalty and their Hybrid offsprings in your section.âÂ
âWhat?â JJ looks through the small square Plexiglas on the swinging door. He knows exactly where to look and immediately sees you sitting with King and Queen Kook, looking absolutely miserable, pushing around your food with your fork.Â
âDamn, Maybank. Almost broke your neck - you turned so fast.â
âShut up, Easterling. I was just seeing how crowded we were,â JJ lied. He really just wanted to see if you were here. And now that he sees you are, heâs a little nervous to do his own damn job.
Raymond Easterling chuckles. âYeah, I know what you were looking at. But donât get your hopes up. Thereâs a reason Kooks call that girl the Heart Sucker. Not even the high and powerful JJ Maybank could get a piece of that.â
The guys around JJ and Raymond chuckle and nod in agreement, hearing the stories of how youâd reject every single guy thatâs ever asked you out. Sometimes youâd go on a few dates, trying to push yourself out of your comfort zone, but then things would quickly become too much, and youâd get overwhelmed.Â
JJ didnât like the way Raymond talked about you or how the others laughed at your expense. His hands clenched into fists, tempted to throw a punch in Rayâs cocky face. Â The guyâs just being a jerk because heâs one of the guys that got rejected by you, he thought.Â
âYou donât know what youâre talking about,â JJ shakes his head and ties his apron around his waist to distract his hands.
âNo?â Raymond challenges him. âYou think Iâm wrong? You think you could pull the infamous Hybrid over there?â
JJ glances back through the window. Youâre looking at your grandma with a clearly forced grin. Youâre twirling your hair between your fingers, a habit you picked up when you were little to do when youâre bored. JJ would find you doing that in school all the time.Â
Youâre gorgeous, he thought. Itâs no wonder that almost every guy on this island has tried to make a pass on you, including JJ himself, but his remarks always come off as playful, afraid of actually telling you how he feels about you. His fantasies about you went further than just getting you between the sheets. He could picture getting married, having children, and growing old together. Years ago, the two of you would talk about your future. Neither one of you cared about money or fancy jobs. All you wanted was to be free - of this island, of each otherâs families, of responsibilities placed on you from birth. You hold the same values as JJ, and heâs never met another person like you.Â
But JJ has a hard exterior. No one other than his best friends know his true heart, and he wasnât going to let someone like Raymond Easterling find out about his soft spot for you. He would never hear the end of it.
JJ looks at you one last time. Youâre talking to Rory, your face in his direction. This time youâre smiling, probably discussing something other than your grandparentâs expectations of you. Heâd kill to see that smile every single day.
Whatâs the worst that could happen? You reject him? Yeah, that might kill JJ inside, but maybe youâd still be his friend, or continue to be acquaintances like you are now. As long as he gets to see you, heâd be okay. There was always the future. But who knows? Maybe youâd say yes? Heâll never know unless he tries. Right?
JJ fakes the same cocky grin that Raymond wears. âI havenât failed yet.â
The guys around him whistle and shake their heads with smiles.Â
âAll right, Maybank. Letâs make a bet. Iâll give you one hundred dollars to get Y/N Y/L/N in the sack by the fourth of July.â
JJ scoffs. âYou like giving away free money?â He ignored his racing heart at the thought of being that intimate with you.
Raymond nods. âOkay. Letâs put your money where your mouth is. Get her to say âI love youâ by the end of the season and Iâll raise you an extra hundred and cover all your dishwasher shifts in September.â
JJ raises his brows with surprise. No one offers to take the dishwashing shift. Sometimes the boys are pulled back there when the kitchen is short staffed and itâs easily one of the worst jobs at the Club.
This bet was almost too good of an opportunity to pass up. âDeal.â JJ says.
The boys shake hands on it and the other guys whisper to each other about how intrigued they are to see this play out.
JJ wipes his sweaty palms against his apron and pushes the door open to approach your table, hoping he can hear you over his thudding heart.Â
âGood evening folks. May I take those empty plates out of your way?â
You look up at the voice you know so well and a smile raises on your lips. JJ meets your eyes and he winks at you, splattering your heart in flutters.Â
âPlease.â Your grandmother pushes her plate away from her, stuffed with filet and red wine.
âJJ,â Your mom grins up at him. Growing up, your mom always had a soft spot for the blonde Pogue. Sheâs heard the stories about his father, mostly from Steve, who actually grew up with Luke Maybank, his cousin. As a child, he was sent to live with Luke Maybank and his single father. Lets just say, heâs not surprised by the way Luke turned out. âLook at you. Youâre all grown up now. Last time I saw you, Y/N was still pushing your head in the sand for stealing her popsicle.â
âYeah. I quickly learned no one should mess with Y/N and her food,â JJ says.
âNever stopped you though,â You smirk at him.
âLorelai. Who is this?â Your grandma asks, disregarding the boy himself.
âMom,â Lorelai gives her mom a warning look. âThis is JJ Maybank. He went to school with Y/N and Rory.â Lorelai knew to play it safe with her wording. She didnât know where you and JJ stood. Itâs been so long since youâve seen him and she knew better than to ask.Â
âNice to meet you,â JJ says politely. âIâd shake your hand but mine are kinda full.â He motions to the plates in his hand.
âThatâs quite all right.â Your grandmaâs smile is so forced, it makes you uncomfortable.Â
âI wonât hold you up. Has your server been around with the dessert menu?â JJ looks at you. âWe have chocolate cake tonight.â
Heat rushes up your neck. Not because of the cake itself but because JJ remembered your favorite dessert. Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and chocolate sprinkles. It was safe to save you were a choco-holic. The boys use to make it for you every year for your birthday. It usually came out burnt, none of them ever remembering how to properly make it. But it was all you needed to feel like a very special girl.Â
âYour favorite,â Rory elbows you.
Your grandma cringes. âSounds like diabetes on a plate.â
âMom,â Lorelai scolds.Â
âWhat?â She asks, not understanding the concept of a filter.
Now heat rushes to your cheeks for an entire different reason. âHe did. Weâre not doing dessert tonight. Thank you, though.â
JJ nods but feels disappointed by the way your face flinched at your grandmotherâs comment.Â
âMy pleasure,â He says like he was taught to do and excuses himself to drop the plates off in the back before he can say anything else that would probably get him fired.
Your mom looks at your with raised brows. âHeâs cute, honey.â
âLorelai, please. Heâs the busboy,â Your grandma says.
âHeâs a good kid, Mom.â
âIf youâll excuse me,â You stand up. âI have to use the restroom.â
Rory gives you a knowing grin as you walk away from the table. When you walk into the hallway between the dining area and the front lobby, you immediately feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. Sometimes just the presence of your grandparents and their pompous judgements can be suffocating. You do your best to bite your tongue around them, excusing yourself when you feel yourself getting heated.Â
JJ catches a glimpse of your light blue dress out of the corner of his eye when he rounds the corner to collect the plates off a different table. He looks over his shoulder at Raymond, whoâs staring at the blonde watching you, and winks.
âHey, Y/N,â JJ says, walking up to you.
You look up from your phone and immediately smile. âHey. I was actually hoping Iâd catch you out here.â
âYeah?â
âYeah,â You nervously tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. âIâm sorry about my grandmother. She can be...â
JJ shakes his head. âHey. Itâs okay. I work for Kooks almost every single day. Iâm use to it.â
You sigh. âThat doesnât make me feel any better.â
âDonât apologize for something you canât control,â JJ says. âBesides, thatâs probably the nicest sheâs ever been to me.â
You hide your face in your hands. âStop. Youâre making it worse.â
JJ laughs and takes your wrists in his hands, slowly pulling them away from your face. Your eyes shoot up to his, immediately feeling a tingling feeling run through your skin, straight to your heart.Â
âItâs okay. I promise,â He says softly. His voice is so sincere that you have no other option but to believe him. It almost makes your feel guiltier, wondering how much bullshit heâs been through with ungrateful Kooks that itâs so easy for him to forgive and forget.
âOkay,â Your voice is a whisper, taken off guard by how close he is to you and how he still hasn't let go of your hands.Â
In that same moment, JJ realizes heâs still holding you and gently removes his hands. He coughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck, where sweat begins to bubble. Why is he so nervous?
âSo um...â You say, suddenly feeling nervous too. âYou going to John Bâs tonight?â
JJâs eyes shoot up in surprise. How did you know that? âYeah. Iâm heading over there after work.â
âI saw him and Pope at Heywards earlier today and they invited me over. I wasnât sure if I should come or not.â
âWhy wouldnât you?â
Because itâs different now, you wanted to say. But you didnât because you feel like the elephant in the room would only grow. And you didnât want to admit you were nervous to meet Kie and Sarah outside of school.Â
You shrug. âI donât know.â
âYou should definitely come. The boys miss you.â
You pretend like a little piece of your heart didnât just break when JJ didnât say âwe.âÂ
âWhat time do you get off of work?â
âAround 9ish.â
You nod. âI can pick you up if youâd like and we could go together?â
Your heart races after you suggest it. What if he says no? Why were you feeling this way? This is the same kid you use to make fun of for pouring milk into his bowl before his cereal.Â
âYeah. Thatâd be perfect.â
âGreat!â Your phone pings with a text from Rory, telling you that your grandparents are wondering where you are. âShit. I have to get back. Iâll see you at nine?â
âSee you then,â JJ nods and turns back to the kitchen. When his eyes meet Raymondâs, heâs reminded of what he agreed to. Almost surprised how quickly he forgot about it. You were able to take his mind off of anything without even trying. He clears his throat to get rid of the giddy grin he was wearing after talking to you, wanting to look tough and casual in front of his coworker. âEasy.â He says to him. But that felt anything but easy. He could vomit with nerves.
âThereâs still plenty of time for you to screw up, Maybank.â
JJ huffs. Heâs not wrong.Â
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Â
You drive up to the front of the country club and park in front of the main entrance. Itâs 8:57. Youâre early and will look eager. So you wait until 9:06 to text him that youâre here.
You changed into a pair of dark washed denim shorts, a yellow cropped tube top, a grey flannel, and navy converse. You changed your outfit about four times before deciding on your first one, not wanting to look too casual or too dressed up.Â
For the last three years, you wondered when the four of you would get back together as a group. You wondered if it would ever happen. And now that two Kooks are involved, you feel more nervous than excited.
You jump when the passenger seat door opens, lost in the depth of your own head. JJ smiles, not seeing your reaction.âCool ride,â he says and looks around the interior.Â
âThanks,â you say, pulling out into the road.
âI got you something,â JJ says.
You glance at him with furrowed brows. What could he have possibly gotten you since you saw him last? A book mark from the Country Clubâs gift shop?
JJ reaches into his backpack and pulls out a plate with clear wrap around it. Your mouth drops when you see the chocolate cake on a plate in his hands, the smell immediately hitting your nose with pure delight.
âYou saved me a piece?â You jump in your seat excitedly.
âHad to hide it good too or else Miss Carol would have had my ass handed to me,â JJ jokes and even pulls out two forks. He undoes the wrapping and cuts off a piece. He waits until you hit a stop sign and says, âOpen up.â
You look at him and immediately open your mouth. He gently places the fork between your lips and you take the piece of cake off with your teeth. Like a baby.
Your eyes close with pure pleasure. âOh my god. Thatâs amazing.â
âMiss Carol does know how to bake a mean cake,â JJ says and takes a bite of his own.
âAnother one,â You say, glancing at the cake again. Like you said, choco-holic. âPlease.â You say when JJ teases you by holding the fork away from you.
JJ laughs. âI like hearing you beg.â
You slap him in the arm with the back of your hand. âIn your dreams, Maybank.â
âYou got that right, Y/L/N.â
The two of you finish the cake with only a few bites each. Small but rich in chocolate that leaves you craving more. You were gonna have to meet this Miss Carol woman.Â
After he puts the plate back in his bag, JJ reaches for the aux cord, but you quickly slap his hand away. âHey. What do you think youâre doing?â
âYouâre seriously gonna make me listen to this the entire way to John Bâs?â
You scoff. âIâll have you know Blink-182 is one of my favorite bands.â
âItâs also soccer momsâ favorite band,â JJ laughs at you.
You turn up the volume, blasting âAll the Small Thingsâ and point to your ear. âSorry. Canât hear you!â
JJ rolls his eyes but laughs along with you, even bopping his head to the beat. You drive with the windows down, dancing and singing along to a bunch of throwback songs with JJ as if the two of you have been doing this forever.Â
You pull up to John Bâs and park behind his dadâs old van, better known as The Twinkie. When you turn down the music, JJ looks at you with a shake in his head. âNext time, Iâm driving.â
âWhat was wrong with my driving?â
âWeâre in the Outer Banks, Sparky, not NASCAR.â
You scoff and follow behind JJ whoâs leading the way up John Bâs driveway. As you get closer, you smell the smoky scent of a bonfire nearby and eventually hear John Bâs laugh mixed in with a femaleâs. Your smile falters as nerves gather in the pit of your stomach.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â JJ asks.
âNothing,â You say, but JJ easily catches your lie and gives you a knowing look. âWhat if they donât like me?â
âWho? Pope and John B? Iâm pretty sure they like you more than me even after three years -â
âNot them, you idiot,â You shove him playfully by the shoulder as you two let yourselves inside. âSarah and Kie.â
âDonât you go to school with them?â
âYeah, but we donât talk,â You say quietly, not wanting them to hear you.
âHm.â
âWhat?â JJ shrugs. âNothing. I just didnât think you cared about what other people thought.â
âI donât,â You say quickly. âBut they're your best friends. Itâs different.â
âYou donât need their approval. You technically were here first.â
âYeah, but Iâve been replaced,â You try to say it as a joke and even throw a smirk in there.Â
But JJ stops in his track and looks at you seriously. âNo one can replace you. Not even if they tried.â
You open your mouth to respond, but youâre at a loss for words. Itâs not a common occurrence that JJ gets all serious on you. Warmth covers you like a blanket and the longer he holds your stare, the weaker your knees become.Â
âJJ! Is that you?â John B calls out from the backyard.
âYeah,â JJ yells back. He opens the fridge in John Bâs kitchen. âWant a beer?â He offers to you.
You shake your head. âNo thanks.â
For the first time, you take in John Bâs home. It looks the same as it did three years ago, only a lot messier. The pull out couch looks like its been used recently with blankets and sheets tossed about on it. Empty beer cans and cigarette butts are thrown messily on the coffee tables and the air smells faintly of old marijuana.Â
JJ leads you out to the back where four people are gathered around a fire. Three out of the four immediately smile when the two of you approach them, but Kieâs eyes narrow and her head tilts with confusion.
Shit, you think.Â
âYou came!â Pope laughs and hops up from his beach chair and embraces you in a hug.
You laugh, not expecting the embrace, but welcoming it all the same. John Bâs next, giving you a quick hug and shaking his head.
âI gotta say, I didnât think you were going to come,â John B says.
âYou can thank me for that later,â JJ says jokingly.
âActually when I heard JJ was coming, I almost changed my mind and stayed home,â You joke and smirk JJâs way.
âJust like old times,â Pope says, looking between you and the blonde. The banter felt like the yall never separated in the first place.Â
âHey, you know Sarah and Kie, right?â John B points to the girls. Sarah stands up to say hi, and eventually Kie follows her, not wanting to look rude, but stays off to the side, keeping her distance.
âYeah,â You wave awkwardly.Â
âHey!â Sarah says sweetly. âI didnât realize you guys use to all hang out.â
âY/N grew up down the street,â JJ explains and sips at his beer.Â
âYou want a drink or something?â Pope asks you, not knowing JJ already did.
âNo thank you,â You say again.
âYou donât drink?â Kie asks. It was the first thing sheâs said to you.
âNot usually,â You say and hold her stare. You try to get a read on her, but sheâs had to get a tell on. You canât tell if she just doesnât like you or just doesnât know you. Either way, it makes you uneasy.Â
âHere, Iâll go grab you a chair,â Pope says and walks to the side of the house to grab another beat up beach chair.Â
As the night goes on, you feel the tension in your shoulders loosen and your body feel lighter. Most of the night was spent retelling childhood stories the four of you shared. Sarah would laugh at most of them, occasionally rolling her eyes at her boyfriend from the stupid shit he would do, although it sounds like heâs no different to you now.Â
You talked about the time you and JJ stole a golf cart for a joy ride on Figure Eight, or when you and John B pranked Pope by putting a dead fish in his locker, or how you and John B learned how to play guitar from youtube tutorials.Â
Midnight came around quickly and exhaustion was slowly taking over your body. Itâs been a long day between the cafe flooding, dinner with your grandparents, and now this.Â
JJ was the first to notice you slowly fading.Â
âYou okay?â He asks you quietly as everyone else is caught up in conversation.Â
âYeah,â You say, lazily grinning at him.Â
âWe can leave if you want,â He says.
âYouâre not staying?â You ask. It sounded like everyone was planning to spend the night here. And as much as you wanted to, you just didnât feel comfortable enough yet.Â
JJ shrugs. âMy dadâs out of town tonight. Itâll be nice to have the house to myself.â Before you can say anything, he stands and brushes his hands against his pants. âAll right, losers. Weâre out of here.â
âAw, youâre leaving?â Sarah pouts.
âYeah, Iâm beat and Y/Nâs my ride home,â JJ says.
You were glad he didnât call you out for being tired. You didnât want to look lame in front of everybody, especially Kie.
âThanks for having me,â You say to everyone. It might have been John Bâs house, but it was everyoneâs night you intruded on.
John B stands up to hug you. âDonât be a stranger, okay?â
You nod. âI wonât. I promise.â
Pope hugs you next. âText me when you get back safe.â
âI will.â
âBye!â Sarah waves and Kie exhales a ring of smoke from her blunt.
You wave at them before following JJ back to your car.Â
âNuh-uh-uh,â JJ says. You didnât realize you both walked to the driverâs side.
âWhat? No.â
JJ nods and holds his hands out for your keys. âIâm not dying tonight.âÂ
âYouâve been drinking and smoking all night,â You say. You didnât think JJ was drunk or even that high, but you were not going to let a teenager with an ounce of alcohol in his system get behind the wheel. âNext time. For now, hold on to the cupholder.â
JJ sighs dramatically and goes to the other side of the car and hops in the passenger seat.Â
This time you keep the music quiet, listening to the hum of the radio instead of your phone.Â
âTake a left,â JJ says.
âJJ, I know where you live. And itâs not left.â
âDonât you trust me?âÂ
You snicker. âNot in the slightest.â
JJ rolls his eyes. âJust take the left.â
You hold your hands up in surrender and take the left turn. He directs you for a couple more miles until he has you park in front of a 24 hour diner.Â
âWhat are we doing here?â You ask.
âIâm in the mood for a milkshake.â
âWe just had cake!â You say.
âCome on, Sparky. Show me what that mouth can do,â JJ smirks.Â
You go to hit him again but he takes off running to the front entrance and pulls the door open. You chase after him, almost running into his back at the front host stand where JJ safely smirks at you in triumph.
âTwo please,â He says to the hostess.Â
The old cranky woman leads you to a booth off to the side next to a window without a word.Â
A couple minutes later, a waitress walks by and asks if youâre ready to order.Â
âYes. One chocolate milkshake and one black and white milkshake,â JJ orders for both of you, already knowing what flavor youâd want.
âAnd fries, please.â You say. The waitress nods, takes your menus, and walks off. JJ raises his brow at the extra order. âWhat?â You shrug. âJust showing you what my mouth can do.â
JJ scoffs. âWhat a tease.âÂ
You playfully kick his shin under the table.
âDid you have fun tonight?â JJ asks.
âYeah,â You answer. âFelt like old times. The girls are nice too.â
You were about to only mention Sarah, but you didnât want to cause any issues with Kie. Not yet at least. Maybe she just needed time to warm up to you.
âSee? I told you they wouldnât bite.â
A couple minutes later, the waitress comes back with your milkshakes and fries.Â
âHowâs John B doing? You know, with the whole Big John thing?â You ask delicately, unsure of how JJ would react to you pestering about John Bâs business. âI didnât want to ask and bring the mood down,â You explain yourself although you donât need to.
JJ shrugs. âHeâs in denial I think. Wonât sign a death certificate until he sees a body. He could be worse, though.â
âYeah,â You say softly. You donât know what you would do if you were in that situation. In a way you felt lucky that you never knew your dad at all. It would be harder to lose him, knowing who he was.
You take a fry and dip it into your milkshake before taking a bite. This makes JJ freeze and look at you like you have two heads.Â
âWhat?â You say with your mouth full.
âI canât believe you just did that.â
âDonât knock it till you try it,â You say and give him a look to do it.
JJ reluctantly picks up the fry and dunks it into his milkshake. He looks at the fry questioningly before popping it into his mouth. Somehow the sweetness of the milkshake and the saltiness of the french fry complement each other beautifully and his widen in pleasant surprise.Â
âOh wow,â JJ says.
âTold you,â You smirk.
You spend the next hour catching up, trying to fit the last three years into an hour. JJ does most of the talking because you want to know more about what John B, Pope, and JJ have been up to. Your life was so boring and depressing, you didnât want to bore JJ with the details.
You drive JJ home and talk for a few minutes more when you park. He seems to be procrastinating getting out of the car, but you donât mind. You could talk to him all night, suddenly not feeling tired anymore.
âAll right. Iâll let you get home before the sun rises,â He says and opens the door. He pauses when his feet hit the ground and he looks back at you. âWhat are you doing tomorrow?â
âI have to work at the shop, why?â
âWell, thereâs a storm coming in. John B and I might go out to surf the surge before it hits. You still surf?â
You scoff. âDo I still surf?â
JJ holds his hands up in surrender. âJust checking. You think you can handle the surge?â
âLetâs not forget who the better surfer is, JJ.â
âI didnât. Itâs still me.â
âYou wish.â
âSo Iâll see you tomorrow?â
Now you have a point to prove. You have to show JJ that youâre still the better surfer.Â
âI'll see you tomorrow,â You agree.Â
âGreat, itâs a date.â He winks and shuts the door before you can tell him otherwise.Â
You giggle to yourself as JJ walks up the front yard and stay there until he you see he gets in safely.Â
You pull out of the driveway, wishing he had asked you out on a real date. One that didnât involve John B.
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