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"You doing okay?"
Hearing Gravesâ voice knocks what little breath you had out of your lungs. It's been months, but that's him. Your old boss. You never thought you'd hear his voice again.
"I've been better," you say finally. "Been awhile."
"Yeah, it has," he says. "Wish you'd've called me to catch up sometime, rather than under the circumstances. You don't sound too banged up. They treat you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"I didn't ask how you feel. I asked if they roughed you up."
You feel your own temper shorten in response. "I need you to call KorTac off."
There's a pause. You can imagine his frowning face, the way he's thinking that one over. "I'll take that under advisement," he finally says, but you can tell he's not going to do what you ask of him. "Puttin' me in a predicament here, kid. You're giving those boys a hard time, and here I thought I was helping you out. Paying your bail, so to speak."
"Itâs more complicated than that."
"Always is. Letâs just have you dropped off back on base with us. You can clean yourself up and weâll talk."
He waits for your crisp yes, sir, but it never comes.
He speaks again. "You got somewhere else to be?"
"I can't go back."
"Can't or won't? You got something you ain't tellin me, soldier?"
"I said I can't go back. And I'm not your soldier anymore. You're not my boss. I don't work for you."
"You know Shadows don't leave one of our own behind. Not to rot in some CIA prison cell. So lose the attitude," he says, voice like iron. "This ain't a good time to play games, kid. You're comin' back with me because I spent a pretty penny on you. You owe me. You have your personal business, fine. Come on back to base and let's talk this out face to face before you go makin' any hasty decisions."
You're so frustrated it's hard to form words. You should be grateful. You know that. Graves doesnât pretend to care about his men. He cares enough to lead from the front. But you met your soulmate, and you canât act like it didn't change you. You need to make things right. You also canât exactly tell Graves you kind of sold him out.
"Hey. Focus up." He doesn't raise his voice to a command. Still, the order is in his voice, and you have been long trained to follow your commander's orders. Then he sighs. "What happened to you, kid?"
"You betrayed the 141. You killed innocent people in Las Almas, looking for them."
You can almost hear his jaw working behind his clenched teeth, the muscles in his face tight. He does not allow this kind of disrespect. "You think I like what I had to do? General Shepherd's orders were clear. We followed them. 141 did not." He huffs out a sigh. "I didn't enjoy it. But that's the job. You of all people know that."
You swallow. "You told us they were our brothers. You killed innocent people, Commander. Johnny said he saw you do it--"
"Johnny?" Grave's voice rises. "You on a first name basis with Soap now?"
"We all know what happened in Las Almas," you retort. Your skin goes hot at the way he says Johnny's name. "I won't work for Shepherd anymore after that. I won't fucking do it."
"Don't pull that with me." The warning is written in his voice. This isn't like you. To the Shadows, youâre calm. Cold. You don't lose your temper. You don't talk back. Especially not to Graves. "You think you can walk away at the drop of a hat just because you don't agree with an order? It doesn't work like that. You follow an order, even if you don't like it, even if it pisses you off. You don't get to decide what you think is right or wrong to carry out. When I give you an order, you follow it. That's your job. Your loyalty is with me. Not with the 141."
"I did my job."
"Then act like it," he snaps. "Stop acting like I'm some evil bastard out here. I made the only choice I could. Task Force 141 was not supposed to be there. They knew my orders, and what did they do? They came after my men, went behind my back, screwed us over. We did what we had to. You wanna be pissed at someone? Be pissed at them."
You glare down at the ice, but say nothing.
"You know I'm right." He knows you. He's getting to you. "And you know what else I find interesting? You don't seem a bit surprised to hear me alive." His voice is too casual and sharp as a knife. "Didn't you get the memo? Did no one forward you my obituary, soldier?"
You stiffen. You're not supposed to know he's alive.
"You're an awful liar. Always have been." He pauses for a long moment. "It ain't easy, surviving against the 141 if they want you dead. You know how I managed it, soldier?"
Yes. "No,â you retort. âAnd stop calling me that. I'm not your soldier. I don't work for you anymore."
"The hell you aren't. Maybe you're not on the payroll anymore, and maybe you're no longer under my command, but once a Shadow, always a Shadow. That makes you my responsibility. And my goddamn headache." Something shuffles on the other end of the line. "You know exactly what I'm willing to do to keep one of my Shadows safe. But if you're so keen on turning yourself in, fine. I'll have you in front of Shepherd's desk first thing tomorrow. Is that what you want? You know Soap and Ghost put Shadows in the ground that night in Las Almas."
"Shadows tried to put Johnny and Ghost in the ground first."
"This isn't about who shot first. This is about you." His voice is dangerously low, but he keeps his temper in check. Then he huffs a laugh. "You keep callinâ him Johnny. Makes my brain itch." Johnny MacTavish. John MacTavish. Yeah, that's it. "I'll be damned," he mutters.
You touch your exposed soulmark compulsively as if to hide it. Most soldiers hide theirs, but yours has always been tough to cover up. He's seen it more than a few times.
"Got you right out from under my fuckin' nose."
Your stomach tightens. You feel too exposed, like suddenly heâs putting the story together--how 141 got in.
"Shoulda known. Shoulda known. You know the military has a registry for this shit. There are rules. What's wrong with you?"
"I made a mistake," you mutter.
That might be the funniest thing he ever heard. And he's heard some good jokes. "You don't make mistakes, kiddo. You never have. That's not how I trained you." He's right, and you know it. "But hey. Guess it's true what they say about it."
"What?"
"Soulbonds. Make you take your best-laid plans and raze âem. Full scorched earth.â
âThis isnât about that. Iâm making this decision on my own.â
âYou think?â He takes a puff on his cigarette. âI donât. I don't blame you, either. You sure as hell fought it as best you could. Didn't give in to save your own life. If that's not the soulbond making your decision for you, soldier, I don't know what is."
You look up at the sky. For all the time you spent working with Graves, that past version of you might as well be dead. Maybe thatâs the grave youâve been digging. "I can't work for Shepherd anymore. I won't do it."
"You're a good soldier, 86. You were loyal. I still think you're loyal, even if I'm not who you're loyal to," he finally says. His voice is still calm. It doesn't make you feel any better. "You know if you choose to walk away from this, the next time we meet might well be as enemies."
"Then I guess we won't meet again, sir."
He says nothing. Then he lets out a long huff. You really are going to do him dirty. You can hear his scowl. "That's a damn shame, kid. But you have more of a spine than I gave you credit for," he says. There's a tone of reluctant respect to it. That's as close as you're going to get to a compliment from him now. "You're a loose end, then. You'd best stay well out of the way. Mine and Shepherd's. I hope you're not making the wrong choice, 86," he says quietly. "I really hope you're not."
"Itâs out of your hands now. And pay KorTac," you add. "Pay my squad. They did their job."
That makes him scoff. "Now why would I do that? You might be a traitor, but you're still my investment. You were worth more on my payroll than theirs, and thatâs a fact I intend to maintain."
"You owe me," you remind him.
"Don't push your luck," he warns. "You're an asset. You donât get the privileges of rank anymore. But, well..." He sighs. You imagine him with his heels kicked back on his desk, cigarette in hand. "Iâll tell you what. Iâm in a charitable mood. I'll pay them off. I'm a man of my word when the time comes to pay off my debts. Hell, Iâll even throw in a tip for a job well done." Despite the annoyance in his voice, you don't doubt he'll do just that. "But that doesnât mean I trust you anymore. I trusted you once, and you went rogue. I let you go now, that means I expect you to keep my secrets. Don't you go singing if Shepherd puts you in a chair. You got that?"
You glance up out of the corner of your eye at Soap, whose hands are still clenched in tight fists at his sides. "If Shepherd puts me in a chair, he's the one who's gonna sing. Not me."
Graves chuckles. "You're a good soldier, 86, but you can't take on an old war dog like Shepherd. Leave that to someone more qualified."
"Like who? You?"
"As I said, you best steer clear. I don't want to hear your name again." His voice hardens, and you hear your old commander again. "Good luck, kid. You'll need it. And give Soap hell."
You toss the phone back to Horangi. He listens to what Graves has to say. Then, eyes meeting yours for a moment, he wordlessly moves out away from the river, leaving you weary with relief. It's over. Finally.
Soap watches him disappear into the trees. Then, he looks back at you, alone and shivering on the ice. You look half-dead, bleeding, and your lips are near blue. He wants to make his way to you, but the ice is scarcely holding you. It won't hold him, too.
"Oi," Soap calls. His voice is rough with anxiety. "Get over here. You're gonnae freeze to death even if you don't fall through."
You blink up at him. Standing in the rising sun the way he is now, he looks like someoneâs guardian angel. Yours? You'd like very much to be wrapped in his wings.
You make your way over to the bank, but the rocky ledge up is slippery and icy. Behind you, between the ice where you're standing and the bank, there's a yawning gap. To your left, there's a bridge, but snow has already melted off the surface of the ice, and it looks thin. "There's no way up," you call. "But downriver..."
"Noâ a chance in hell Iâm going to let you try to cross that," Soap says as he approaches the edge. "You'll be swept away and drown, hen. You're not in any condition to swim, and even if you were, that river's too bloody fast to risk it."
"Then what do you suggest?"
His eyes sweep over the river once more. It's wide; too wide to attempt a jump across. The ice has fallen in, leaving it almost impossible to make it to the bank. It isn't safe. The longer you stand there, the more the ice cracks under you. He admires your guts for putting yourself on the line like that to get back to him, but damn you. His blood pressure has never been higher.
Soap throws off his pack and slings his gear onto the bank. "I'll pull you up."
"But..."
"But nothing." With the adrenaline still pumping through his system, Soap thinks nothing of the risk of the bank collapsing under you both with his added weight. The only thing on his mind is getting you back in one piece. "We both know damn well, if I was the one on the ice now, you'd already be down there trying to help me, so for once, just shut up and let me help you."
Can't argue with that.
He pulls out an ice hook--mountaineering equipment; he was prepared to climb this mission, luckily--and offers it to you.
You toss the grenade as far as you can in the opposite direction. Then you raise your hands to grasp the rope. He's holding the sharp end and giving you the handle. You try to keep hold, but as he lifts, your bloodied hands slip just as the grenade explodes nearby, too close, spiderwebbing the ice with a final crack.
You land hard, break through, and disappear under the freezing water.
Soap has never known panic faster than when he sees you go under.
He dives after you. He has to get you back to the surface before whatever air you had in your lungs gives out. Your survival is his survival.
He finds you in the rushing black abyss when your fingers hook around his sleeve. Wrapping his hands around your arms, Soap anchors you to his chest.
You come to in his arms. You're colder than you ever have been in your life. Your fingertips tingle in pain and numbness. He's carrying you ashore somehow--far downriver, thinner ice--and he ducks into an old cabin with you in his arms.
Soap kicks the door shut behind him and moves into the cabin to set you on the floor, propping your back against the wall. His hands work fast as he pulls out his knife to cut away your soaked thermal clothes and gear. You dip in and out of consciousness until he wads up a fistful of gauze and packs it into your side wound. The sudden pain chokes you. Then a wave of nausea washes over you. Youâd like nothing more than to tell him where precisely he can shove that gauze, but youâre too lightheaded.
"You with me, hen?" His gruff voice wavers. "I need you to stay awake."
He gathers you up in his arms and lifts you into his lap. It's a tight fit, wedged underneath the frosty window and between a table and an upturned stool. You register the warmth of his skin on yours and dimly realize he's stripped both of you almost bare, huddling around you to prevent hypothermia.
You soak up Soapâs body heat instantly. He's a furnace, and he needs to be, given the state you're in. He tucks you as close as he can. You're both shivering, but he doesn't care. He can be cold as long as you're warm. His broad body shields you from the drafts leaking into the decrepit cabin.
"No, no, eyes open." He tilts your face up as your eyes flutter. "Don't go passin' out on me."
You gaze up at him in your stupor. Maybe it's the blood loss, but even through your own pain and frustration, he's the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen.
"You have really odd eyes," you mutter. "Like blueberry soft serve."
Oh, you're definitely delirious. Maybe concussed.
But he can't deny the look you're giving him right now makes his stomach flip. The sight of you in his lap, your frost-scorched fingers wrapped idly around his ID tag and staring up at him like he's just pulled the moon out of the sky for you... it's the first time heâs seen you with your guard down.
He swallows and keeps you pressed against his skin. Thereâs a lot of blood. He canât tell whatâs yours and what isnât. "You're in no shape to flatter me."
You hum, your fingers dabbing idly at a smear of blood on his chest.
He doesn't move to stop you. Instead, his eyes flick down to your hand. Your fingers leave a trail of sparks over everywhere you touch.
With a soft sigh, Soap catches your wrist. "Quit it, hen."
"Quit what?"
"Teasin'. Makin' me wish you'd put those hands to other uses," he says, voice quiet and rough. It's just you and him in the little cabin. The world is far away. His thumb rubs against the inside of your wrist, trying to bring some warmth back into your skin. "You're in no shape to be feelin' me up, either."
Your head lolls against his shoulder. "Maybe it's the perfect time. Maybe we won't get another time."
Hearing you say that twists his insides into knots. He leans down to rest his forehead against yours. "Maybe you just need to shut up and let me take care of you. Don't talk like that." His voice leaves no room for argument. He tightens his grip on you, pressing you closer as if he can somehow press that into your skin by sheer will alone. "There'll be plenty of times for you to get your hands on me."
"Mm." You tuck into him tighter. You'd be mortified with yourself if you weren't half-dead from blood loss. "Sorry."
He exhales into your hair, pressing chaste kisses there.
You're practically in his lap, the two of you tangled into each other from head to foot in the space under the window. He's surrounded by the smell of you. It's a soothing presence in all that surrounds him.
He shouldn't want to touch you, shouldn't want to take advantage of your weakness--but the thought of having you so open and wanting, of you willingly in his arms, makes something in him ache. Makes the selfish parts of him scream.
"You're a pain in my arse," he says. He focuses on taking inventory of your wounds, brushing over your arms with his touch to assess the damage. "You gonnae bleed out on me?"
You shiver a little as he drags you closer by your bare thigh. "Wouldn't be the worst way to go."
"Oi," he snaps in warning. He slides his hand up your side, checking for bleeding. Itâs just as much a caress over your bare skin. He has to ignore how his skin tingles every time the curve of your body slides against his in that tantalizing way. Something in his lower belly tightens. "You don't get to tap out after makin' me go through all this trouble for you. You're livin' through tonight or else."
"Or else what?"
"Or else." He moves his hand up to the base of your throat, his large, calloused fingers wrapping around your neck and tilting your chin up to look at him. He fixes his blue eyes on yours to take in the dazed expression on your face. "I'll drag your arse out of hell and tan it until you can't sit right."
You're too weary to laugh, but you rest your scuffed cheek on his thumb, and it pushes your lips into a smirk. "All for me?"
"Aye. Hell of a lot more trouble than your pretty face should be worth."
You pull free and rest your head on his shoulder again. "Where do you live?"
"Glasgow," he says. "Not sure I should be tellin' you that."
You trace his chest around the chain of his ID tag. So many muscles. "Probably not."
"And what about you? Do I get to know?"
"No. Maybe. If we get out of here."
"Yeah? Well, you're not goin' anywhere with this wound. Bleedin' out, nearly froze to death, and still mouthin' off. No idea how to shut up and be good." He looks down at the injury, assessing how bad it really is in the dim light of the cabin. "You lost a lot of blood. I bet you feel tired." He brushes your hair off your face. "Stay awake a bit longer. The boys'll be here soon."
"I shouldn't," you mutter.
Soap doesn't miss the slurring of your words. He knew the blood loss would affect you, but he was hoping for more time before he had to really worry. "Shouldn't stay? Too late to get away from me now," he says, trying to keep his tone casual. Your skin is too cold for comfort. The gauze in your wound soaking through with blood can't mean anything good. "I donât trust you as far as I can throw you. Sure as hell not letting you out of my sight. You've got a lot to repay me for."
You try to keep your eyes open. Every blink is more sluggish than the last. "Like what?"
"Runnin' away and makin' me chase after you, for one. Puttin' yourself in the line of fire for me, second. Takin' a swim in a frozen river. Scared me to death." He presses his lips to the crown of your head, a gentle, chaste touch at odds with the possessive, dominating instinct he can feel creeping into his thoughts. You're vulnerable right now, something he should never want, but part of him wonders if heâd ever have caught up with you without this. "Aye, you owe me. First thing we do once you're patched up? We have a long talk. We have a whole hell of a lot we need to say to one another. And you'll answer every question I ask you."
"I dunno if you'll like the stuff I say," you mutter.
"Hardly matters. Youâre plenty keen on spittinâ fire at me as it is. No reason you canât keep tellinâ me everything I donât want tae hear."
Another shiver wracks your body.
Soap rubs your arms. "You gotta give your word you stay awake for me, aye? Stay here."
His radio beeps nearby. You huff. "Fine."
"Fine." He leans over to grab his radio and tries to keep an arm around your shoulders to keep you warm as he does. He keeps you cradled against his chest as he responds to Price.
"Soap here."
You don't hear the conversation. Instead, you listen to Soap's voice vibrate through his chest. He speaks to Price in hushed tones, talking about your condition and the team's ETA.
Price has a laundry list of questions, but Soap manages to wrangle them into holding off until they have everyone back on base. No sense exhausting you on a mission that's already been a shitshow. Finally, they're done. Soap lets the radio go to focus entirely on you again. "Still with me?"
"How long do we have?"
"Shouldn't be too much longer," he says. He checks your side again. The coldness of the air has soaked into the wet gauze. You shiver again. It makes something in him ache. "ETA's about ten minutes out."
You pull his lips down to yours and kiss him.
He's surprised, but he doesn't pull back--not from you. He lets you kiss him. Your taste seeps into his brain and turns all rational thought to white noise. One hand cups your jaw with a surprising gentleness, and the other slides behind your waist to keep you against his body. He's gentle--you need to be handled with care right now.
He pulls back before he loses himself in the desire to deepen the kiss. His eyes search your face, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot against your lips.
"You're lucky you're injured," he murmurs. "Or you'd be in a very different kind of trouble right now."
You shiver, but not with the cold. Just that one kiss has you feeling much warmer. You touch your name where it's written on his arm. Then you curl your fingers around the back of his neck and pull yourself closer. "Hold onto that thought for later," you murmur. "Give me something to wait for."
Then you kiss him again.
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â boyfriend!sam winchester headcanons.
pairing: sam winchester x gn!reader
summary: how sam would act if he were your boyfriend.
cw: friends to lovers, some details of romantic relationships, brief mentions of fighting, but lots of cuteness. poorly edited.
a/n: hiiii, so, these are some of my hcs of how sam would be dating his best friend ;)) these headcanons were very inspired by some of my favorite writers!! english isn't my first language. enjoy it âĄ
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âŞď¸ before you started dating, you were best friends, you did everything together. you were always in love with each other, you just hadn't realized it yet.
âŞď¸ dean always teased you about it, especially sam, saying he was too slow to not realize the obvious, you, of course, ignored it completely, thinking that the other didn't feel the same way or that you would never have the chance.
âŞď¸ after, this became difficult, hiding the heart-shaped looks whenever the other looked away, always trying to disguise it but failing miserably.
âŞď¸ sometimes you shared a bed and by some chance you woke up hugging or with your legs intertwined and this resulted in almost an entire day of tension, you barely talking to each other or making eye contact until you intended that nothing happened and continued to be the same as always. but then, unable to bear having to hide all this "unrequited" love any longer, one of you tries to distance yourself, thinking that these feelings could ruin your friendship and you don't want to lose each other's affection.
âŞď¸ this ends up leaving the other confused, thinking that they did something wrong, and doing everything to understand what is happening. after all this confusion, you understand each other, talk and finally confess your feelings to each other.
"i thought you hated me."
"i could never hate you, sammh. it's just that my love for you is so great that i couldn't stand being around you anymore."
"i ove you too, i'm so relieved about that, but promise me that you'll never hide anything again, no matter what it is."
"i promise."
âŞď¸ ever since you started dating, he always needs to touch you in some way, whether it's intimately or just holding your hand on a cold night. with that, know that he will never be able to sleep well again if he is not hugging you or at least with an arm around you.
âŞď¸ over time, he began to show his clingy side, sometimes needy just for your touch, your hands in his, or his somewhere on you, usually an arm on your shoulders or a hand on your hips.
âŞď¸ he also likes to always tell you how beautiful you are, that he loves you and how much you matter to him. even if he doesn't say it directly, he always tries to show it by doing something for you, even if it's small things like picking up your change of clothes when you take a shower, or when you're sick, he's by your side, available for whatever you need, buying you a drink that you like at the coffee shop, buying you a book that he knows you would like to read or simply paying attention when you talk, and making mental notes about little things that you do or like.
âŞď¸ he definitely loves it when you reciprocate or do similar things, in your way of showing your love for him.
âŞď¸ he won't admit it, but he feels so good when he sees you wearing his shirt, and how big it looks on you. he thinks the height difference between you is cute and sometimes he gets annoying.
âŞď¸ he's become more overprotective, but he tries not to suffocate you. this has also made him more worried about you during hunts, and the same goes for you.
âŞď¸ sometimes you fight because of his overprotectiveness, sometimes he doesn't want to let you go on a hunt because he thinks it's too dangerous and you get upset. dean tries to give sam advice about how he should stop trying to exclude you because you're too strong and can handle yourself, so he apologizes later and you're still a little upset, but then everything works out and everything's fine.
âŞď¸ dating sam can be complicated sometimes, especially as hunters, but you always support each other and know that everything will work out.
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Never doubt the Matchmaker ( jake seresin x reader )
Summary : nat phoenix trace was well known by her friends and coworkers as being a excellent matchmaker although jake seresin thinks it all bullshit till he finally let her set him up and jake learns never to doubt the matchmaker ...
warnings : goofy , fluffy , miscommunication sort of rom com feel to it , picture doesn't describe the reader just cover art i started making for fics
Natasha trace was a woman of many talents , she was strong , determined , and calculated . all good qualities that made her one of best female pilots but she also had another talent one that didn't even remotely have to do with the navy and it was her match making skills . when she disclosed the information it got laughs , didn't bother her she laughed along with them . then one by one it would start off joking then hinting to outright asking. first it was fanboy then bob then javy then rooster. only one she didn't get asked by was payback giving the man was already married and jake who still thought it was all crock . she didnât really concern herself with what bagman had to say the results spoke for themself . fan boy was living with the barista she set him up with , bob was married to the animal shelter volunteer , javy was still going strong with the yoga instructor while rooster only began seeing the nurse it was still good and boy was he already gone . the results spoke for themselves as always but jake still a skeptic , still ready to shoot it all down of course .Â
â heâs just afraid of finding the one is all â rooster laughed .
â i mean i donât doubt your skill but hangman finding the one is a bit far fetched â bob shook his head amused in the constantly denial of the match making but in fairness they all were til she did her thing.Â
â donât worry bagman i wouldnât subject any woman to deal with you â phoenix rolled her eyes .Â
â because its not working i mean rooster would fall in love with a rockâ he countered as the brunette exclaimed out a â hey âÂ
 â why does it bother you so much , you feeling left out , a little lonely â she taunted .Â
â never lonely phoenix i can get a girl to keep me warm at night any timeâ he winked taking his shot potting the ball .Â
â why donât you let her set you up then â bob suggested .Â
â heâs right you think itâs fake then prove it â javy added .Â
â ainât you suppose to be on my side here?âÂ
â come on man what have you got to loseâ rooster smirked .Â
â you know what iâll bit just to show you iâm rightâ he crossed his arms looking to the female pilot.
âFine iâll set you up bagman â nat shook her head .Â
It had been weeks since the whole agreement in the hard deck and jake constantly being the one to let her know the fact . then like an angel to answer all there prayers she found the one , the one that would have jake seresin eating his words . then one day during lunch jake was looking at text of details for a date saturday . he promised to give the woman a chance  , knowing full well it would end like all his dates do and that part wasnât so bad . Heâd gotten the womans number striking up a conversation , she could least do that only thing was when he asked for selfie she would reply later , later never came then it was â i forgot nextâ which didnât fill him with much fate but still keeping his word he continues to chat . saturday he was on the beach a regular tradition now playing dog fight football as the guys asked about his date.Â
â i mean we text but no selfies so not promising â he called as nat shook her head.Â
â she hot bagman not that it matters â she rolled her eyes .Â
â all chicks say there friends are hot , iâm just being honestâ he smirked .Â
â not al about looks â rooster pointed out .Â
â says the guy with the hot nurse girlfriend , you telling me if she wasnât attractive to you in the smallest bit you would be with her ?â he asked .Â
â yeah because of the person , she isâ .Â
â again not that it matters but y/n is a hotty and well able to handle you â nat scoffed .Â
â yeah weâll see about that phoenixâ.Â
When he got home still texting his date asking her what she was going to wear so he would be able find her . all he got back was long red dress probably something a grandma would wear he didnât know why but that was what he thought . then he got ready  thinking the worse as time got closer , like it was set up in a different way , a ploy for phoenix to get back at him and set him up with some lady that had twenty cars the generic mad woman crossing his mind . he could slip out early that was for sure although javy was telling him it would be ok also agreed to call with fake emergency. He was glad he agreed to meet somewhere else because if this was a trick least there would be no witnesses that was for sure . checking over least he looked good  as he looked down at his dress pants that fit snugly on his legs of the light blue almost whitish blue shirt that made his chest and arms look great . he was ready to prove natasha trace wrong and make a lady happy to get the jake seresin experience . he was sure it was going to be a disaster , some sort of catfish situation even though he had yet to she her face expectations were not high. He stood outside the bar it was classy place so who he thought he would meet would stand out a mile off already building an image of some desperate woman .  parking and taking one look at his phone both message one to tell him she was at the bar and another from javy to have good time but he was also on standby if needed . heading in there was one woman at the bar in a red dress , long that stopped at her shins , her long legs crossed with a pair of black open toed heels  , spagetti string straps as she looked around she was gorgeous. Maybe if his date failed he could ? .Â
She couldnât believe she let natasha trace do her whole match maker thing knowing how it was going to fail , from texting the guy it was ok nothing special didnât seem like he was into it either so least she wouldnât be the only one who was going to go into it with less expectations , plus she could only imagine what she was going to meet not that she didnât find natâs flyboy friends attractive because they were but they lacked a little something . she herself worked as a mechanic not as glorious or as dangerous as the navy but she and nat bonded over being in a male dominated area even still she was confused as the receptionist . now here she was sitting waiting for some stranger when she could be in her shop finishing the shit ton of cars that needed to be fixed but maybe a few drinks would be ok , help take the busy week off her shoulders . one so busy she kept forgetting to send a selfie and then she thought it would be more fun to keep the mystery going . she text him to let him know he was at the bar barely flickering her gaze when he text to say he was outside well here it was.Â
â showtime â she winked to the bartender downing the drink waiting for whatever disaster that was coming her way .Â
âErm y/n â the southern drawl clear his throat she turned to raise her hand.Â
â over hereâ she smiled ok , so he wasnât tragic looking maybe it was shallow but hey he was gorgeous blonde so she wasnât complaining .Â
â well darling nice to meet you â he beamed , heâd give nat this one she was the hotty at the bar .Â
â jake? Nice to meet you too â she held her hand out almost swallowed in his own , lifting it to his lips and kissing her hand .
â what are you drinking ?â he nudged .Â
â just beer , southern boy huhâ her own accent coming out more as she talked .Â
â austin born and raised , you ?â he took the seat noting the slight disappointed glance of bartender since he came over.Â
â dallas , would you like to go sit down and get some food because i for one am hungry ?â Â
â lead the way beautiful whatever you want it on me â he beamed holding his hand out and letting her take him anywhere and it would be anywhere damn she was like a siren luring him to sea . following the sway of her hips like they were personal hypnotizing him and maybe they were , pulling the seat out putting the full gentlemen charm because shit she had him hooked with her body already .Â
â so jake from austin what made you ask nat for her skills â she asked looking up ever the gentlemen pulling her chair out and pushing it in for her as she looked up through her lashes at the blonde .Â
â honest answer?â to which she nodded . â honestly i wanted to see if she was good as other say kinda a skeptic but maybe not so much â he winked as her head tipped back and wondrous sound of her laugh came out.Â
â oh my god same i only agreed because she set my cousin up with ostrich , duck some bird dude â she laughed .Â
â rooster?âÂ
â YES ! i havenât met him yet but my cousin ironic dove is singing his praise then when she told me she got a perfect match not gonna lie since your being honest and all but i said no for while stuff at works been well hectic â she shook her head.Â
â what is you do , you never said in your texts plus you owe me a selfie or two â he teased .Â
â a mechanic actually while other girls where playing with barbies i was playing with tools and hotwheels iâm only girl of a bunch of boys so i guess when i wanted to be one of them safe to say my mom was little let down to say the least â she chuckled .Â
â iâm only boy of bunch of girls iâm second born though âÂ
âIâm the baby , iâm actually working in a shop owned by my two older brothers and top at my job not as exciting as being a aviator for the navy thoughâ she winked .Â
â nah iâm impressed least i know if my truck ever has trouble i know who will take care of it for meâ he smirked leaning forward honestly he hated how much he was going to be hearing nat gloat because he was already hooked this woman was perfect although she was a decade younger but fuck she was making him feel like a teenager.
The date was good he laughed a lot she was funny , she seemed interested in knowing him and  kept the conversation light nothing was felt pushed or awkward . it was perfect date he hated he would have to tell phoenix as much he didnât want that night to end , they even made out in the back of his truck so why was it two days after the date and everything was radio silent . only thing that he was told was she got home safe and would contact him again . he never had that much fun on a date especially one that didnât end in sex , he wanted to be respectful , he also didnât wanna text and come off desperate so he was wondering what hell went wrong . maybe he could ask nat and swallow his pride at the fact she was good but clearly not good if he was ghosted .Â
She wondered what went wrong did she come on too strong , did he not like her . the date was perfect and yet she never got text back after she told him she got home safe . it was all good even making out in the back of his truck til he stopped it now she was slightly annoyed he ghosted her . burying herself in the overflowing work she could of been doing instead when the familiar sound of an engine . to see natasha trace coming her way all smile probably ready to hear about how it all went .Â
â iâm mad at you â y/n huffed tying her hair up before diving back into the hood of the corvette that needed dire attention. Â
â what did he do ?â she groaned now holding the coffee she brought like a peace offering instead of an early celebration .Â
â ghosted me , i thought we had a great time , even made out in his stupid truck and boom nothing even when i offered him to follow me â she grumbled looking up .Â
â wait what javy said jake had great time i was here to rub it in both of you â .Â
â well iâll do that rubbing in your matchmaking skill ainât all that .. but i love you and you didnât know this was gonna happen so i guess i ainât actually mad at you⌠my vagina might be â she laughed finally taking the coffee.Â
â iâm gonna find out what going on cause something is not adding up â nat brows furrowed as she head off ignoring the protest that came from y/n mouth .Â
She couldnât make sense of it , according to javy he was smitten like really smitten so what the hell was going on . she knew y/n was younger than jake by ten years was that it but then she was thinking jake would date younger than himself maybe not that gap but again it didnât seem to bother him . it wasnât even to do with the match making anymore ..ok maybe it was could that be it , he was ghosting y/n in his own need to be right. Now she was pissed as she drove a little faster , parking her car and storming down the halls. She didnât even look at the guys when she got to jake staring up , eyes narrowed and hands on hips .Â
â what is your problem how come your ghosting y/n , she said she had a great time with you and what is it your need to be right because that fucked if you donât like her least be a man and tell her â she gritted .Â
â what are you talking about , she ghosted me nat she should grow up and tell you the truth â he scoffed .Â
â she looked upset although she wouldnât show it âŚÂ she thinks you donât like her she offered her place ?â nat said even more confused .
â believe it or not i was being a gentlemen because i actually did like the her.. The date â he corrected pulling his phone out to show the fact he ended up texting her couple times .Â
â oh you stupid man , it concerning your still flying that not her the name is similar but youâve been texting another woman no wonder she didnât answer ⌠idiots â she scoffed as jake looked at his phone he didnât even realize that name was still in his phone he just saw the first three letters and was currently cursing the device in his hand . it all connecting in his mind only for rooster to say it all out loud.Â
â shit you actually ghosted her after allâ .
â where she work cause she not gonna believe me if i text her now ?â he asked chasing after nat who honestly was done with life at the moment.Â
â if i tell you , you gotta wear a shirt that says i was right for three nights of my choosing in hard deck ?â nat mused even though she was gonna help him either way but didnât mean she couldnât have fun too .Â
â you know what iâll let you have six , come on â he pleaded ready to dart out knowing heâs morning was free .Â
â don't make me regret this â nat smirked texting the address . â make sure you check the right message â she called as he ran off flipping her off .Â
 he didnt know what it was but he was hooked on this girl like some sort of spell was cast on him . he usually didn't bother texting after the fuck boy tendency was strong he knew it himself but shit he was so disappointed and turned out to be his fault his fuckboy ways or some sort of self sabotage . already losing something so good before it even started he wanted to delete all the contacts in his phone maybe change his number start a new leaf. He was just hoping he wasnât too late as he got into his truck nat sent another message telling him the coffee and baked good peace offering to bring as well as his size maybe he would wear the shirt an extra night for that. It was a race for what he didnât know but he wanted to find out.  Â
She was tired but finally she gotten on top of the overflow of repairs ones even her brothers were impressed she managed to pull of maybe the frustration of being ghosted was working in her favor , she was ready to grab her coat and head out .Â
â hey kiddo truck coming in can you sort this while i sort something in the officeâ her brother mikey called .Â
â you gotta be shitting me iâm heading out deal with it yourselfâ she scoffed.Â
â do it and iâll give you rest of week off and next week paid and overtime?â he said holding phone to his ear .Â
â fine after this iâm out for a week and half  â she rolled her eyes throwing her things down tying her hair up .Â
â yeah she going i think a date would be a good payment huh traceâ he chuckled heading into the office.Â
She was huffing and puffing but hey time of and extra money she could be happy with , what she wasnât happy with was a tall blonde aviator standing by the truck .Â
â weâre closedâÂ
â says your open â he nodded to the neon sign.Â
â busy should of called a head.. Or do you have a phone?â she scoffed hand on her hip , burning hole in his head with the fiery gaze she had on him .Â
â can we talk please ? i got your favorites hereâ he held up the container.Â
â you could of talked to me before , my brother is in there i will not hesitate to get the bat from his car âÂ
â hear him out ⌠heres your stuff and thanks for screwing up so i can get a date with nat â mikey called placing her stuff at the door before heading in and locking the door .Â
â traitor â she mumbled taking her bag and only see her car keys missing . â son of a bitch â she grumbled . But it wasnât going to get her down no come hell or nothing she would walk her ass home . so she did turning out away completely not even sparing the blonde a second look or care if he was following her or not.Â
â come on please let me explain â jake called.Â
â explain nothing if nat sent you here tell her itâs all good â she waved over her shoulder not only was she pissed she was no embarrassed thinking he owned her explanation . which he did but one of his own violation and not one her friend force him to make .  she heard his booths hitting the asphalt , she could hear the panting behind her shaking her head she kept walking .Â
â come on pleaseâÂ
â you ghost me , i practical ask you to sleep with me i thought you were doing the whole gentlemen thing but turned out you just didnât like me which is fine i mean not everyone gonna like me but shit when are guys gonna be honest and be like look i ainât feeling it  or some shit â she snapped not caring about the group of guys walking by . Â
â dude you blind â one commented as she just groaned walking past them all .Â
â hey hey i did want to ok and i was trying to be a gentlemen , i wanted to take you in backseat of the pickup if i could â he yelled only instead of the group of guys passing it was a group of elderly women .Â
â pig â one scoffed as they hurried passed.Â
â i thought you ghosted me ok âŚi maybe even worse asshole to admit that i was texting the wrong number because the names were similar which iâm going to have to text that person the same thing cause iâm pretty sure she married nowâ he winced as she finally stopped walking .Â
â you want me believe and if i did it worse that it was a mistake dude it ok we didnât click i mean i thought we did ⌠oh shit â she said as he held his phone up showing her the messages her name but the contact was similar . â is it safe for you to be flying â she asked .
 â yes i made a dumb mistake but my eyesight is fine â he snorted shaking his head nat previous statement .Â
â so you didnât ghost me ?â she blinked up slightly still trying to piece the new information slightly relieved since lets be real being ghosted is never fun .Â
â i didnât ghost you be a fool to , if your in a forgiving mood since i cleared it up would you maybe wanna go on another date ?â he stood not the usually confident or cocky way he was used to he was almost shy when asking a definite new feeling that he would ( would not ) out loud .Â
â i guess since you got me a week and half off work i could least do that â biting her lip , wanting to kick herself at the urge to twirl her hair in her finger like some smitten school girl .Â
âWell then lets get going â he winked wrapping his arm around her only for the same group of guys from before walking by looking barely 16 .Â
â dude kiss her â one not so hushed whisper yell .Â
â man i was gonna ask her outâ another whined.Â
â yâall watching this whole time ?â she snorted while jake was looking like the cat that got the cream having her at his side .Â
â tiktok was done ⌠if things donât work out with old man heres my numberâ the guy winked as jake took the piece of paper instead .Â
âShe wont need it son â was all jake could say leading her back towards the shop , back where his truck was least if her brother was doing him the solid he could have a small drive thru date . he was new to it all actually wanting to see the one person actively and exclusive ( not that he told her , he wasnât bradshaw ) but he was willing to show it in future . He also learned never to doubt nat and her matching making skills again well how could he went he was going to be wearing the visual proof .
#top gun fandom#jake seresin#top gun maverick#top gun fanfiction#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin x y/n#jake seresin x you#jake hangman seresin#jake seresin fic#jake seresin oneshot#jake x y/n#jake x reader#jake x you#jake hangman seresin fic#hangman seresin#top gun hangman#jake hangman fic#hangman x reader#hangman x you#hangman imagine#bradley bradshaw#natasha trace#natasha phoenix trace#mickey fanboy garcia#bradley rooster bradshaw#robert bob floyd#reuben payback fitch#javy machado#javy coyote machado#reuben fitch
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I need to hear about WLW Marbit plssss
OKAY IM AWAKE NOW.
So last night me and some mutuals were yapping up a storm because someone had mentioned how a highschool production had a female two-bit and how marbit went crazy and since we all know I'm literally insane over wlw marbit we started yapping.
I fear I wrote SO much but I hope yall enjoy this because it's just me yapping and probably doesn't make sense.
So I believe @girlishwhimsies had mentioned soft butch two-bit x fem marcia and I fear I have NOT stopped thinking about it. Like godddd imagine all the events that happened.
Like Marcia a girl who has dated a lot of guys just praying to feel some sort of feeling back first talking to two-bit who is by far the coolest fucking girl she's ever seen and realizing something was different about this girl. Marcia who had learned very quickly in life that things were very "black and white" and there are rules she has to follow to stay with her collective group. Despite knowing that she still give this girl her number in hopes of... something.
Then Bob dies and her focus turns to Cherry and her boyfriend who's she's always just convinced herself she's liked him even though he sort of treats her like shit.
Two-Bit who the jokester still in her group full of boys and just having a blast is so silly to me. She's still a amazing fighter who's just pretty much doing whatever she wants without a care in the world. Her constantly getting in trouble at school for wearing pants and shorts at school. Two who stayed behind in order to watch over Johnny and ponyboy is actually so important to me (I believe @brunetteairhead said this at some point âźď¸).
Two-Bit who has always seemed so brave and strong literally falling all over the place because of some soc girl who is prettier than anyone she's ever seen at the drive-in. She like tripping over herself trying to impress marcia because she's never met a soc girl like her before. She's quick-witted and confident and that takes two by surprise. And getting Marciaâs number was the highlight of her night. While walking home doubt settling and making her decide to toss the number assuming it was fake makes me so sick.
Then Johnny and pony run away and everything goes down from there. She see Marcia once in the week their two youngest are gone and it's at the police station. Marcia doesn't see her but two spots her almost immediately. Marcia is just staring off into space and the bag underneath her eyes are dark. Two was leaving after being questioned so they never got to talk again.
Then later that week two gets jumped. Marcia standing there with her back turned hurt her for more than any kick or punch she got from the socs pinning her down. Long after her torment two wasn't sure what she was going to do, she could barely walk let alone all the way to the curtis residence and that's when she sees someone coming towards her. Marcia coming back and helping Two and two finds herself in Marcia's house holding her side because it hurts like a bitch but she can't believe she's in Marcias house. The two of them practically losing it because they both sense there's something there but both know they can't act on it because Marcia still has a boyfriend and two still worried about her friends. (Marcia breaks things off with trip after this because she doesn't want to be with someone who thinks its okay to hurt others .)
Them meeting eachother after a few months post book and both of them just kicking their feet n shit because they are SO down right bad. Two-bit yapping to soda about marcia knowing she likes her so bad and Marcia yapping to Cherry about how two isn't like any boy she's ever met and how she really wants their friendship to be good and Cherry hesitantly pointing out how she thinks Marcia might want more than that and marcia freaking out because she knows that it's wrong to want to see herself with this girl. A girl who seems so impossibly strong and a girl who just seemed to understand her better than anyone she's ever known. She knows it's wrong but she can't find it in herself to care. She denys her feelings for awhile because she doesn't want to ruin everything she's worked so hard to build.
The two of them hanging out more and more until eventually they are hanging out at Marcias and two is allowing Marcia to paint her nails despite not necessarily caring too much about like having her nails being done etc but she can't find it in herself to say no to Marcia whenever she makes that face that looks like a puppy who just got kicked so she always agrees. Anyways the two of them are laughing and joking and Marcia like brushes a curl out of two-bit face and the both of them sort of freeze because they are so close together. Two-bit shockingly makes the first move and kisses Marcia (ofc with a bit of hesitation but Marcia meets her halfway) and the both of them just pull away both shocked that they just kissed.
Marcia in that moment does panic for a moment before realizing that she liked the kiss and that no kiss that she's ever shared with a boy ever felt like that. Part of her couldn't find it in her to care that this was "wrong." It felt right and she wanted more, she wanted to sit here and be happy with two.
Meanwhile two is panicking so bad because Marcia is just sitting there with this shocked expression and two-bit is frantically apologizing and trying so hard not to scream or cry she doesn't know herself bit then Marcia takes two-bits hands and tells her that it's alright and that she liked it which catches two completely off guard.
"Wait you did?"
"..yeah"
Anyways after that fact they just sort of just do not talk about it for the rest of the night because the both of them have no clue how to go about talking about what they are so they just wrap up their hangout and go about their week. Two-bit absolutely losing it the next day to soda and is practically screaming over how the kiss was and how she doesn't know what to do and marcia reluctantly yapping to cherry and cherry fully saying "I told you so" and marcia just going crazy because she wants to hold Two-bits hand and she wants to be able to kiss her again but not knowing if Two-Bit wants the same(she does) and they are just complete messes I fear.
ANYWAYS once they start dating they have sleep overs all the time. Two-bit will go to the curtis house and they immediately know she was at Marcias because her nails will be all nice and pretty and her hair will be all nicely braided and she is giving them the look of 'don't you dare talk about it'. Soda totally makes fun of her for it and they almost always end up fighting on the ground.
Anyways I have no clue if any of that makes sense but they've truly taken over my life I fear.
#the outsiders#the outsiders musical#the outsiders broadway#marcia the outsiders#marbit#two bit mathews#wlw marbit#GODDD i love them#i fear theyve taken over my mind its so bad#qpr server got me cooking so hard#qpr server this is ur fault ly tho#sodapop curtis#the outsiders headcanons#the outsiders fanfiction#ponyboy curtis#johnny cade
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when zuko is young, he doesn't realize anything is amiss.
his mom and his cousin are kind. he spends a lot of time with them when he's very young- until his mother's attention has to turn towards his little sister. zuko doesn't mind- he's excited at the prospect of being an older brother. mom lets him hold her, and he does so with the utmost care. he smiles down at her and she gurgles up at him. he promises to protect her. he's her older brother.
then his father arrives.
he takes one look at him and all but rips his sister from his arms. zuko doesn't understand what he's done wrong. he's too young. his father yells at mom. azula is crying. zuko just wants the noise to stop, so he leaves and finds his cousin. he gives him a sad look when he asks about it, but then quickly distracts him by showing him a new firebending trick.
when zuko is four, he manages his first flame. it is small and weak- but he's able to do it again on grandfather's command. the old man is pleased- and for the first time, he pats zuko's head. when he turns to his mom, the color is drained from her face, but she manages a faint smile. she's so proud of him.
he does not know then, that he's sealed his own fate.
zuko is five when he first begins to pay attention to the whispers. he's watching as his father dotes on azula- and hears someone say how glad ozai is to have true heir. they glance over in his direction and giggle once they realize he's listening. zuko frowns, and asks mom about it.
she tells him with a shaky voice that his father isn't his father.
zuko doesn't understand. he's old enough to notice he doesn't really look like his father, but he doesn't yet know what that means. his mom tells him that he's the child of her first husband. she strokes his head as she says that, like she's trying to reassure him. as if this is a terrible thing.
when zuko is just a little older, he finally understands.
he's not his father's son. he's not part of sozin's lineage. he's just a commoner who got tacked on to the royal line. his father- his stepfather- is cold to him because of this. there's nothing connecting the two of them, other than the fact that his wife is zuko's mother. he suddenly understands why people call him prince with laughter in their voices. like it's all a big joke.
he's not like his half-sister. azula is a prodigy. her manners are impeccable. she takes to all of her lessons with ease. zuko struggles to keep up. he's never good enough. of course not, he hears people mutter, he's just a peasant. his stepfather pretends he doesn't exist. his half-sister looks down at him. his mother and cousin are kind, but then they're both gone.
zuko grows up with resentment in his heart.
when he's thirteen, he lashes out at a general. it was over something stupid- the way he pulled on a servant's wrist during one of the countless meaningless functions he was forced to attend. it was obvious she didn't like it. zuko intervenes. he doesn't even think about it. he grabs the general's wrist and yanks it away.
there's silence.
he'll learn later that the general was of old, noble blood. a lineage almost as old as sozin's. he doesn't see the faint way his stepfather's lips turn upwards as it happens. he doesn't know he's finally given him the excuse he's been looking for.
the first time his stepfather touches him, it's to burn his face. he thinks the man is smiling.
oh. right. zuko must look like his real father, he thinks.
(now he'll always look like him a little less.)
#not your son au#or: zuko would not be in the war meeting#but the wheel of fate still turns. he can't escape the agni kai#the only difference is this time zuko tries to fight back#it doesn't do any good. he still loses. he was always going to lose#and ozai takes it as proof of his disloyalty.
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a song that i associate with my muse meme!
AHH, hey, ramone!! thank you for sending in this prompt :D since you sent in three of the mic's, i shall now be treating you to three songs that make me think of blamore when i hear them / that i associate with it. an explanation of why i chose them will be in the tags <3
hozier - who we are.
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icehouse - crazy.
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depeche mode - personal jesus.
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#IT WAS PROBABLY NOTHING BUT IT FELT LIKE THE WORLD: musings.#asks - answered.#ooc post.#okay but ESPECIALLY heavy on the last one because it literally all about the idea of someone that people can turn to in hard times-#like a god or a prophet who will listen to your plights and help you + who you should believe in. and i say this because one major theme-#to blamore's character is the concept of being a false prophet and someone who essentially unfortunately takes advantage of people's-#longing for things to get better in gotham. bc i feel like a lot of people there have either been failed by the system by other's or-#possibly both and this is so that blamore can get people to voluntarily want to consume the 'seeds' it distributes in order to uhh...#well purge gotham of its undesirables basically as terrible as that sounds. but yeah that depeche mode song? it's such a good one for-#him and definitely has helped me before to write things related to him since blamore does sometimes believe in its own hubris.#but as for the second one by icehouse that one i associate with it because although it doesn't exactly consider itself to fully identify-#with the label of being a 'man' i feel as if blamore will still talk about itself that way sometimes. its relationship with its gender-#is honestly a little bit complicated NGL because him using it/its pronouns as well is something blamore adopted recently even-#though he'd always sort of felt like disconnected and/or like it didn't really align with how he saw himself completely. BUT yeahhh#i honestly could start a whole discussion about that but i shall do that another time perhaps ahah. anyhow though besides that-#elephant in the room ever since it has transformed into this half-human half-plant monster being... although it does love any partners-#it has very much (trust me) i feel like it does wonder why they chose to be with him more often than he'd like to admit.#so that's where the whole 'crazy' part comes in and as for the hozier song that song is about how you kind of have to carve through-#this 'darkness' to rediscover ourselves and who we want to be as a result of going through a rough time or just something tough in-#general and that is SO freaking fitting in my opinion for blamore because it definitely had to completely reframe the way it thought-#about itself when it transformed. and he also had to figure out what he believed in / what his values were now which can be suchhh-#a messy process TBH but this isn't the first time that blamore's had to rediscover itself as life is honestly kind of this ongoing-#process of losing yourself and trying to find yourself again you know? but yeah. i hope you enjoyed my explanation here tehe <3#and also that you enjoy the tunes!!
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as far as jack could tell, jervis was really out of it; and it made him wonder it was due to something that had happened while he was out with his father, or when they'd gotten here. perhaps both. jack gnawed on his bottom lip, his eyes darting to jervis's hands, which were flexing like he was struggling with something. an eyebrow rose as jack contemplated asking whether he needed some pain medication.
since he didn't receive an answer to his question yet, jack figured he might as well introduce himself. â uhh, well, you don't have to talk to me if you aren't feeling up to it. my sister told me that you fainted in front of her out there â so, i understand if you're still feeling sick. my name is jack, â he scratched at the back of his neck as he continued to observe jervis. whenever the man tried to get up, jack approached him and was about to caution jervis that maybe he shouldn't by lightly touching his shoulder.
but he remembered matilda telling him something about the other really not liking to be touched, so he merely was going to verbally tell him. up until jervis laid back down himself, anyhow. jack couldn't hold himself back from frowning at his poor present state before venturing out of the room with a 'i'll be right back.' and indeed he had been, with two different vials, alongside a few syringes to inject into that IV bag: should jervis want to be medicated. jack figured it'd be easier to just do that rather than forcing him to swallow anything.
he placed those also on the table before tilting his head at the quote jervis had said until it clicked a few seconds later, â that's a quote from through the looking glass, isn't it? and one that the red queen said in the story if i remember correctly. she was basically teaching alice that staying in the same place is falling behind, right? â jack squinted his eyes at that before a thought came to mind. a soft snort left him, but one that was done of an innocent sort of amusement rather than malice. â that is a kind of roundabout way of talking about survival of the fittest. but hey, lewis carroll was all about the whimsy of things, i guess. and its no big deal. â
jack pretended not to see the tears that the other shed for jervis's own sake. the blood on his lips was something he couldn't ignore, no matter how hard he tried, though. jack grabbed a washcloth from his pack and held it out towards's jervis's hand. once it was out of his hand was when jack set down that teacup, the slightly too long stripped pants he wore swaying across the ground. â mm, you and dad were both asleep for nearly four hours. sure â i don't think that's silly at all. i keep something on me all the time from when my brother, julien, was still around. â the bracelet he showed the other on his right wrist then seemed to be made up entirely of tiny conch shells.
julien was a big fan of the sea, which jack thought made his death all the more crushing. after seeing the state that the stuffed animal was in, he figured that that bunny must've been really loved; though it didn't really matter by whom it was. the end result was the same, as love changes you. jack knew this well as he'd never wanted anything more than to be embraced by the warmth of it.
he quickly shook that thought off, only to grab the two vials he got from the fridge once more. â eh... the four hours actually went by rather fast. â jack cleared his throat then, â you know, i couldn't help but notice that you aren't looking so hot still, and so i grabbed some meds for you. but i won't force you to take them. i have a pain reliever as well as something that relieves vertigo. are either, or both of these, something you want? â
Eigengrau.
A faint hum buzzed in his ears; his mouth was so dry it felt like heâd swallowed a wad of wool.
The thin sheet beneath him brushed his fingertips as Jervis flexed his hands, cracking his eyes open a sliver. The room tilted, everything blurring at the edges. Ah⌠so he had fainted. Just as heâd suspected. No glasses, then.
"Hey. Ahh, you're awake⌠That's awesome. How are you feeling?"
The new voice was barely a whisper, young and uncertainâbelonging to a boy, maybe sixteen or eighteen by the timber. Was this another of Barton's assistants, a friend of Matildaâs, or perhaps her brother? Jervis couldnât quite remember; hadn't Barton mentioned something about having more than one child?
He winced, his body feeling heavy, leaden; aching everywhere. Slowly, he exhaled and tried to push himself uprightâtried being the keyword. The effort brought only a wave of vertigo, dizzying and blue-hot, making his vision swim.
⌠ohh, godâŚ
He swallowed thickly, curling into himself. Something wasnât right. His glasses and gloves werenât the only thing missing. He was in his socks, jeans, and a now damp charcoal t-shirt, his body slick with cold sweat. His graying auburn curls clung to his neck in tangled ropes. His boots were beside the cot, his messenger bag on a desk across the room. His overcoat and maroon button-down were draped over a chair.
A flicker of discomfort in his right arm. Burning. Tugging.
Jervis glanced down at the source: a plastic tube. A peripheral IV catheter.
"Ah, you know... 'It takes all the running you can do, to stay in the same place,'" he muttered, his voice clipped and hollow; Bermudian accent casual, almost detached. He turned his eyes to the boy; offered him a faint, strained smile. "Keeps things interesting, I suppose... but I appreciate your concern, lad."
He lifted his fingers to his cheek, feeling the moisture trickle downâsalt on his lips. Tears, sharp and stinging. Jervis flinched and quickly scrubbed them away with the heels of his hands.
Cold metal pressed into his spine, tight around his neckâthe chain with his and Sylvieâs wedding rings twisted against his skin. He mustâve been thrashing in his sleep. There was blood on his lips.
"Forgive meâŚ" His vision swam as he watched the boy set a teacup on the small table beside the cot, just within view. "But I'm afraid I've rather lost my sense of time. How long has it been since IâŚ?" He paused, his voice barely steady. "... if... if you donât mind, could you please reach into my coat pocket? You'll find a small cuddly toy. A rabbit..." He rubbed his mouth, lowered his eyes. "It sounds foolish, I know... but it... it was my daughter's, you see..."
The boy nodded, moving quickly to retrieve the toy from Jervisâ coat pocket, and placed it on the table beside the teacup. The bunny was missing one of its button eyes, its white fur faded and matted. A pink satin ribbon around its neck was frayed and tattered.
âThank you,â Jervis said hoarsely. âI must have been out of it for quite a while.â
#divingdownthehole#tw: mentions of child death.#tw: medication.#tw: illness.#ooh okay okay đ that song was also a really good listen while reading your reply! like GAH you are just so good at selecting songs-#that capture the vibes of your replies perfectly tbhhh. BUT hiii!! and aww well i was just telling you the truth about how i felt but#its no problem at all emi!!! and OMG really? honestly i didn't get that impression at all as i thought your reply perfectly described-#just how complex the effects of trauma on a person can be as characters are a reflection of real life people so it only makes sense-#that jervis's mind is just... so chocked full of images related to the things he's been through despite him not wanting to be reliving#these events or seeing them anymore you know? and i honestly can't blame him for seemingly not wanting to do either of those things as#recovery + healing isn't really ever a straight path as you pointed out there. thus i didn't think any of it was overdramaticized or#anything of that nature! so don't worry you're totally good with that!! but yeah jervis as a character has really been dealt a bad hand#in my opinion and that's really unfortunate because no one deserves having to lose their parents or lose their daughter ):#and jervis is at a spot in his timeline where he has still lost alice relatively recently right? so that's just. UGH i feel so bad for him#tbh as having to experiencing one of your kids dying sounds really terrible.#but AWW well thank you so much for saying so!! it makes me so happy to hear that you're always excited for them. but yeahhh-#trust me when i say their madness may be even worse when they're just amongst themselves unfortunately enough ahahhh... đŤ #but i'm so honored? that you were intrigued?? by my description of him??? like AHHH i'm giving you the biggest hug RN and i just-#want to say TYSM once more!!! but yes i'm not going to lie because jack + julien were basically like brothers before barton-#even came along jack was very attached to him and julien didn't like killing people either so he was sort of a good influence on him#which might be part of the reason why he is the way he is now TBH but sadly dysfunctional family dynamics often leave people#suffering in their own way from it as you said. but AHH thank you!! you're so sweet PLSSS like i'm glad that you find him interesting-#BC he is a good person at heart unlike barton but they contrast in a different way than say jervis and him would since he tries-#to live his life down the straight and narrow buttt that doesn't always happen for him. and yesss barton is back to bother everyone / hj#LOLLL but gosh you're right!! i think i remember you mentioning it back then :00 but yeah i did some casual research on on it when you-#mentioned the quote in your reply and i thought that the red queen hypothesis had something to do with darwin's survival of the fittest-#idea + it turns out that i was right so i am somewhat proud of myself for that NGL lmao but TBH that is just another example of you-#using such good character writing with jervis because subtext and nuance is like one of those things that i find hard to write sometimes#but what a character doesn't say is also just as important AS what they say so its interesting that you'd bring that up. but huh i never-#actually thought of it that way before but that does definitely seem to check out if i'm being honest. BC grief never truly goes-
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old man!logan x f!reader
SUMMARY: Saliva floods his mouth as you rise to your feet, looking down at him from above. Gracefully angelic, and yetâ âI know what Iâm asking for,â you continue, your voice descending to a low murmur that scratches pleasantly against some dark and remote corner of his brain. Then you lower yourself onto his lap, your thighs bracketing his waist. You repeat your question: âCan I help you?â OR Logan had always known your generosity would get him in trouble. WARNINGS/TAGS: mdni smut 18+ cursing. drinking. pining. mentions of alcohol. dirty talk. age gap (reader's in her late 20s). loganâs POV. angst/self-deprecation (he just needs a little loving). religious imagery. feelings. petnames. chauffeur!logan. oral sex (m receiving, tiny bit of f receiving). sort of dom!logan. doggy style. unprotected p in v. creampie. A/N: i could say i'm sorry for this, but i'm not. love love love this old man (#needthat). heavily inspired by the song "i know" by fiona apple. @lubdubology my partner in crime who keeps putting up with me, tysm!!! hope you all enjoy it <3
The line between being a good and bad person is thin. So thin, in fact, that Logan finds himself stepping back and forth across it constantly.
Rescuing a kitten from a tree? Good.
Punching a guy at a bar because he didnât feel like being acknowledged? Bad.
Saving countless lives from mass destruction? Goodâheroic, even.
But killing others to do it? Badâcondemnable, scum of the earth.
Where does that leave him? Which side has laid claim to his soul? Heâs long accepted heâll never see the pearly gates.
When the day comes that his body can no longer take it, and he only grows wearier, heâs pretty sure thereâs a special place in hell with his name on it, etched in some grave awaiting to be filled.
Maybe Satanâs already counting down the days until he shows up at his door, who knows?
Yet, the more time passes by, the less afraid he is of what lies beneath the surface. Heâs learned to coexist with the darkness, with the kind of pain and loneliness that would crush most men.
He doesnât know how, but he survives itâthe agony, the memories, the solitude that hits him from time to time.
And still, he doesn't lose himself entirely. Heâs tempted, of course, to linger in the pastâitâs always easier to drown there.
If he could go back, he knows he wouldnât be alone in choosing that path. Some days, it feels like the only option.
But thereâs no you in his past.
Logan inhales sharply when your tongue teases his slit, lapping at the precum pooling there. You hum at the taste, your hand resting on his bare thigh, fingers pressing into his skin. Your other hand lazily strokes the length of him, working the inches your mouth canât take.
Itâs clear youâre enjoying this. He can tell from the way your lashes flutter each time he thrusts a little deeper into your slick warmth. A win-win situation.
Letting a girl like you do this to him? Thatâs bad. Very bad. Red flags all around.
He meets you when he least expects it.
Itâs a night like any other. Heâs been driving for God knows how long. His joints ache from being in the same position for hours, and a part of his left knee he didnât even know could hurt begins to throb.
It takes everything in him not to call it quits for the night, not to turn around and head home like a coward.
When exactly his life fell into this monotonous cycle, heâs not entirely sure, but it happened somewhere along the way. Now, itâs all the same: taking care of Charles during the day, catching an hour or two of sleep, then gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, driving through endless stretches of road, resisting any attempts at small talk from the passengers he chauffeurs around.
They all tryâevery single one of them. They think if they can crack his harsh and bitter exterior, heâll open up, reveal something, anything to make their eyes go wide.
But why? Why do they insist on breaking through his shell? What do they hope to discover?
No one really cares whatâs going on in his mind. They just want to feel good about themselvesâlike theyâve been kind, amiable, empaths intending to fill some empty and obscure corner of their own lives.
Logan refuses to be the person who grants them that satisfaction.
You slip into the backseat of his limo, closing the door with a soft click. The night clings to you, the scent of the bar still lingering on your clothes. The music is loud enough for him to hear from outside, and he sees the people lined up at the door, willing to cause a fight if it means securing a good time.
There's a slight frown tugging at your features, your lips pulled downward, though your voice is still polite when you blurt out your address.
Five minutes into the drive and you havenât said a word. Internally, heâs savoring the silence, so happy he could jump on one foot.
This kind of peace is rare. Heâd grown unaccustomed to it. The tension in his shoulders eases as the city lights blur past.
But, all good things come to an end, becauseâ
âHowâs your night going?â you ask, fiddling with the seatbelt to have something between your fingers. Logan glances at you through the mirror, his eyes catching yours just for a moment, long enough to see the faint, apologetic smile you offer him. He allows himself a heartbeat more to take you in before focusing back on the road.
You click your tongue, a soft sound of disapproval ringing in his ears. âWell, thank you.â
He lets out a quiet huff, grinding his teeth together. âI��d prefer if we stayed like we were before,â he mutters, his voice rough and gravelly. His attention flickers between the passing cars and the occasional glimpses of you that startle him every time he searches for the mirror. Cars. You. Cars. You. You. You. âYâknow, not talking.â
âBut thatâs no fun at all,â you retort, sliding more to your left, nearly positioning yourself in the middle of the backseat. It gives him a better view of youâwhether intentional or not, he canât say.
The lipstick on your lips is still flawless. A sparkly necklace glints just above the neckline of your dress, and matching earrings dangle from your ears. Wrapped in a leather jacket, you look effortlessly alluring.
This entire sequence is enough to confirm that by no means is he going to heaven. Straight to hell, he thinks, allowing his gaze to trace over each detail of your frame. Straight to hell.
You donât give up. âYour aura is off.â
That prompts a crooked smirk from him, a shake of his head as he mumbles under his breath: âMâsorry, my whatâs off?â
âYour aura,â you clarify, motioning toward him with a light jingle from the many bracelets adorning your wrist. âItâs the energy that surrounds you.â
Logan snorts, amused for a brief second. âWell, you werenât exactly a beacon of life when you got in either.â
You chuckle softly, leaning back against the seat and looking out the window. âIâm much better now.â A pause before you continue, your tone shifting, losing strength. âMy date stood me up. Last-minute cancellation.â
Itâs not anger, nor is it disappointment, that laces your words. You seem more resigned than anything else. Heâd have expected you to sound at least a bit more conflicted.
âI shouldâve seen it coming. Heâd been asking to move it forward for a while.â
Does he look like the type of driver who doubles as a therapist? He wishes he could understand why you're telling him all this.
âThat sucks,â he still responds, because even though he hasnât gone out with a woman in what feels like centuries, he understands that sensation all too well. âFirst time meeting him?â
Listen up, everyoneâheâs genuinely engaging in conversation with another soul. This doesnât happen often.
He hears you hum, eyes still trained on the outside world. You sigh, crossing your arms over your torso. âWould you mind rolling your window up? Iâm kind of freezing here.â
âIâd mind that very much,â he says, his voice carrying its usual gruff edge. He fights the urge to grin, but then you unbuckle your seatbelt, leaning in closer to him. Your body is wedged between his seat and the passengerâs, and he perceives your stare boring into his side profile. âPut your seatbelt back on.âÂ
âYouâre fucking with me.â Your finger taps his shoulder once, twice. âFirst, I get all dolled up for an idiot who bails on me, and now you have the nerve to make fun of me? Give me a break.â
Your eyes stay on him, a smile plastered on your face, anticipating any possible answer.
Crack, crack, crackâyou intend to break through his shell, watching him from the front row, waiting for the moment it gives way.
Before you can say more, he cuts you off. âSeatbelt.â
Itâs a command, an instruction, and you comply without hesitation.
Warmth pools and stirs low in his gut as he notes how quickly you obey him.Â
Would you still look at him like that if you knew the blood heâs scrubbed off his hands? The flesh that his claws have shredded? The names of the lives heâs taken?
Would your warm gaze turn cold, filled with dread instead of curiosity?
Maybe this is hell. Are you the Devil in disguise, tempting him to cross a line he wonât be able to come back from?
A few minutes later, he pulls up to your building. A really nice one, he notes. You announce you live on the sixth floor. He doesnât need to know that, does he? Why would you tell him that? Why give that piece of information to a complete stranger?
You linger in the backseat, as though youâre expecting him to turn and look at you. And he does, though not for the reason you might expect. âYou got everything?â
Eager and full of life, you nod, clutching your purse to your chest. You avert your gaze to read his ID tag, the one that contains his personal details. âJames?â
âGlad you can read,â he utters, pulling out a small bottle of liquor from under the seat. He drains it all in one go, savoring the fleeting burn as it slides down his throat, which is enough to keep him going. âCâmon, kid. I already charged you.â
âYou drink while you drive?â
âKeeps me entertained,â he says dryly. Itâs the only thing he knows how to do. Raising the empty bottle in your direction, he arches a brow. âGoodnight, darlinâ. Leave me a good review on your way out.â
You roll your eyes at him, silent as you exit the vehicle, closing the door behind you. While fumbling for your keys, four words escape your mouth. Casual yet devastating, they ruin him: âIâll see you around.âÂ
For a couple of days, you donât bother him again. Botherânotice the implication of the verb in question.
Heâd be lying if he said he didnât think of you after that drive. Each time his phone buzzes, a small, restless part of him hopes itâs you, asking for his services, wanting him to be the one you seek out.
And it happens. The best things seem to occur when the moon hangs high and bright.
You: Hi.
He stares at the message, recognition washing over him. He knows itâs you; he can see the other texts you exchanged that night he took you home.
You: Are you working tonight?
Youâve got to be kidding him.
Logan: Why are you texting me?
He types the words with frustration, his thumb hovering over the screen longer than usual.Â
You: Why are you answering me?
Oh, youâre smart.Â
Logan: Take my advice. Talk to a guy your own age.
You: Damn. Already jumping to conclusions. I was just going to ask you if you wanted to have a drink with me.
Logan: Iâm busy.
You: Well, what time do you get off?
Logan: I work all night.
You: Canât even make a quick stop? I swear it wonât take you more than twenty minutes.
An impulse to throw his phone out the window surges within him, but he manages to restrain himself.
Then, as if on cue, the device vibrates againâof course, itâs you.
You: The drinks are on me. Let me know if you change your mind.
Do you think heâs going to let you pay for him? Absolutely not.Â
What surprises him more than the message is how easily he remembers your address. It appears to be ingrained in his mind.
He cancels his next trip, scheduled for ten minutes from now, his new destination being your building.
Once he pulls up, he does what feels most natural: he honks. Multiple times. Maybe heâs lucky and youâll tell him to fuck off.
But you donât. Youâre laughing as you make your way over to the limo, sliding into the backseat in the same way you did a week ago. Your plan had succeededâyou had him exactly where you wanted.
Far from hiding it, you make it evident, obvious. Your heartbeat thrums in the air, and Logan can hear it loud and clear, like the bass in one of those funky songs he likes.
Thereâs no room for mistakes. He wonât deny it. Even if the feeling is mutual, he canât shake the idea that heâs doing something wrong.
In his eyes, youâre the forbidden fruitâirresistible, the ultimate temptation known to humankind, camouflaged in the fur of a pretty woman.
You, his paradise on earth, could only lead to one thing: a longing for a chance with you, which he should never be granted in the first place.
Heâs diving headfirst into disgrace, and the more he realizes it, the worse it feels. If he were to be scolded like a child, maybe heâd feel relieved, but heâs no kid. Heâs a grown-ass man who should be able to resist.
Yet, self-restraint is like sand slipping through his fingersânever lasting long enough.
âYou came.â Astonishment. Uncertainty. Amusement. Blinking your eyes at him, you sit very upright, and you don't even bother fastening your seatbelt. âHonestly? I thought you were going to block me.â
I canât, he thinks. I wouldnât be able to. Iâm not that strong.
âWhat happened this time? Another failed date?â he inquires, still not starting the car. A look of perplexity appears on your features, puzzled about why heâs not moving. âAinât you forgetting something?â He tugs on his own seatbelt for emphasis, the fabric snapping back into place against his coat.
Once again, you follow his lead. âI donât need to get stood up to want to see you,â you say, placing your hand on his shoulder for balanceâor so he tells himself. It takes him all his willpower not to collapse right then and there. âBesides, Iâm not bad company. Iâve been told I can be pretty funny.âÂ
âI seeâŚâ he trails off, catching your gaze through the rearview mirror, not shocked in the slightest to find you waiting for him to look back. âWhere to?â
âI donât know.â
âWell, you should. You invited me.â
How easy it is to make your chest rumble with laughter, the genuine sound bubbling up, pure and unrestrained. He feels like some amateur comedian who has just realized his real passion is to cause this type of response in others.
Except, itâs not just anyoneâs laughter he insists on provokingâitâs yours, and yours alone.
An unsettling sensation envelops him the second you retrieve your hand, not before squeezing his shoulder in a friendly manner. âThereâs a bar I go to with my friends sometimes,â you suggest after a beat, shoving your phone in the pocket of your jacket. âWe could try that one.â
The moment he steps inside, regret washes over him. Why is everyone here under forty? He feels ancient, like fucking Fred Flintstone.
A fossil out of place, meant to dwell in the shadows, not in a scene like this.
When he freezes in the middle of the bar, your fingers intertwine with his, tugging him along, and he follows after you like a lost puppy. The only thing heâs missing is the leash.
Youâre met with his quirked eyebrows as you peer into his eyes over your shoulder, a toothy grin threatening to shake the floor beneath his feet. âYou know, people usually sit down before they start getting shit-faced.â
âIâm not getting drunk tonight.â Logan exhales a deep breath, trying to hide his discomfort, his eyes scanning the room. âAnd neither are you,â he practically yells in your ear trying to make himself heard above the pounding music and incessant chatter. He wonders if you even hear him at all.
The two of you eventually settle at the counter, drinking in silence. Logan half-expects one of your comments to pierce through the quiet, but you delight in proving him wrong.
Instead, your head sways gently to the rhythm of the song playing in the background, and you take a trial sip of your beer.
Heâs acutely aware of the stares from the rest of the patrons. He can pretend to be oblivious, but the weight of several pairs of eyes burning holes into the back of his neck doesnât go unnoticed.
Being watched has never been his favorite pastime, and somehow, it feels even more uncomfortable with you by his side.
He knows what those looks imply, can nearly taste the hidden implications behind each fleeting glance.
Whatâs a girl like you doing with a man like him? A question that makes no sense.
Does he have money? A well-endowed reputation? Did he recently inherit any properties?
Are you truly that desperate for human contact?
Is your bed so cold that you decide to go for the first guy who can string ten words together?
Logan doubts whether this whole experiment is part of the community service you must be doing. Maybe he should look up your name online to see if any criminal records come to the surface.
Now that he takes a moment to ponder it, you certainly fit the mold of the criminal type. The kind who gets what she wants when she wants it, leaving a trail of intrigue on her wake.
His fingers circle the glass so tightly he fears it might shatter into a million shards. You notice his tension, nudging his arm with yours, aiming to meet his eyes.
When you do (because, as he said, criminals have their own ways), you smile, and he internalizes that gesture as something familiar, something he feels heâs grown used to. Something rankled in his memory.
Itâs as if heâs known you for a lifetime.
âThank you for coming,â you say softly, and he may be going down the path of hallucinations, but your attention remains a little too long on his lips. Then, just as quickly, it flickers back to the rest of his face, and you lean back to drink from your beer once more.
Straight to hell, he thinks, tasting the remnants of whiskey on his tongue, for ever daring to believe himself worthy of even a moment of your precious time.
Youâre probably the first person to have his full, undivided attention. And thatâs⌠well, thatâs saying something.
Most days, youâre pretty talkative, a steady stream of conversation, your words pouring out in an endless flow.
You tell him about your family, your career, that pet of yours that died when you were six years old. You mention a friend you no longer speak to, and the events that led to the downfall of your friendship.
Thereâs also that dish from your all-time favorite restaurant, the one you buy at least once a week because it never fails to comfort you.
Nonstop, you talk and talk, and Logan doesnât mind one bit. Soon, he finds himself becoming an active listenerâasking follow-up questions, chuckling at your jokes, even when theyâre not funny at all.
He sincerely cares about what you have to say.
This whole situation with you is beyond his comprehension. Before he realizes it, you start wanting to spend more time with him.
Sometimes, you ride along in the passenger seat while he drives aimlessly through the city.
Sometimes, you invite him over, cook a meal, and he always takes the leftovers with him, as if a part of you goes with him when he leaves.
Sometimes, you come over to his place, and the roles reverseâyouâre the one with the mic, asking the questions, fully aware that youâre treading on holy ground.Â
Loganâs got a sign on his forehead that reads âStop: do not enter.â Itâs rough around the edges, hardened by the years, all capital letters in stark blank ink. But in the end, you just take the sign and set it aside.
He never goes into too much detail. Not because he doesnât trust youâitâs just that thereâs too much to unpack, and you donât need to know all of it. Youâll be better off not carrying the garbage he does.
Yet, youâve got him by the throat, encouraging him to cough up disjoined pieces of his life, bits of his day, his thoughts, his feelings. It sounds stupid to him, but you make him feel alive.Â
You never judge him, never flinch when he brings up stories from his past. As he sits at your table one afternoon, you look at his hands, his claws fully extended, and you donât shy away. You rub the pad of your thumb across the rough skin of his knuckles, right where the adamantium tears through his flesh.
You donât care that heâs a mutant, that heâs killed people. You donât try to deny who he is or what heâs done. Oddly enough, you just wish to be by his side, staring off into the void with him.Â
âBut why?â he asks, partly flattered, partly frustrated. This could be compared to learning a new sport from scratchâhe canât figure you out, canât understand why you havenât run the other way yet.
He likes your company, though heâs always bracing himself for the inevitable day you find a better hobby and leave.
Your reasoning defies logic, and heâs afraid that at any moment, youâll grasp the gravity of your choices.
Almost as if you could feel the turmoil brewing in his mind, you simply say: âYouâre nice to be around.â
Nice. Nice. Nice. Heâd cackle if he were alone. That word reverberates through him. When was the last time someone called him nice?
Bad-tempered, sure.
A pain in the ass? Definitely.
But nice? Not a term people employed to describe him.
Itâs a quality reserved for you, with your endless charisma and kind heart, but not for a man of his kind.
Heâs nothing more than a chauffeur, a driver, someone who does and says whatâs necessary to survive. Does that make him nice?Â
When he tells you heâs probably going to hell, you donât try to make him feel better. Anyone else in your position might try to soothe him, to offer some hollow reassurance.
Your intention isnât to change him, for him to pretend to be something heâs not. âThen Iâll meet you there,â you mutter, your shiny eyes searing into his. Under the table, your hand finds his, tender fingers grazing over his knuckles, and for once, he doesnât pull away.
Could it be that an afterlife catching fire doesnât sound so bad after all?
As much as he likes to admit how easily you can shift his mood, today is not one of those days.
Heâs had a nightmareânothing new, but this one had been⌠different. The empty bottle on the nightstand hadnât been of any help; it never does when they visit him in his sleep.
The ghosts of those who used to be his friends, his family, tiptoe around his dreams in the form of shadows.
Blood. Screams. Shouts of his name. He canât save them all. Walking through the wreckage, he dodges the bodies of those he couldnât protect, the knot in his throat tightening with every step, not allowing him to breathe.
Wherever he turns, thereâs death, destruction. Sadness. Did he save them all?
Itâs always the same routine. He wakes up, screaming, chest aching from the effort. His lungs burn, and he has to remind himself that the limbs attached to him are his own and not the remnants of an immobile corpse.
Sweat clings to his skin, pooling at his temples and nape. He wipes it away with the back of his hand, rubbing at the soreness in his neck.
His phone rings somewhere in the distance, pulling him from his dizzy state. He scrambles to his feet, accepting the call just before it hits voicemail.
It's you. Despite it being late, he swears he feels the gentle kiss of the sun over his brow. Your sweet voice chases away the lingering shadows of his dreams, replacing the bitter taste in his mouth with something realâa reason to get up, to start moving.
He holds onto every second of the brief call, replaying those thirty seconds in his head as he steps into the shower. When the cold water shocks his system, it pulls him fully back to consciousness. He has to get ready.
Even though you insist on getting a taxi, he refuses. He doesnât mind the drive. His gas tank does, his wallet maybe, but Logan? He just doesnât.
At the end of the day, heâs protective by nature, and who knows what kind of men are roaming the streets at night?
God forbid theyâre anything like himâeager to prompt a smile from you, trying too hard to impress you. He arrives at the conclusion that heâd rather lose fuel and money if it means orbiting around you for longer.
You make him feel better, and tonight, he needs it more than ever. He needs you.
(Now heâs driving. He honks five times when he pulls up to your building. You get on the limo, giggling as you say: âMy neighbors must hate you.â He grins. You kiss him on the cheek. Subtle. Not the first time. Still, it doesnât get old. He feels the faint residue of lip gloss on his skin. He doesnât wipe it off.)
Not in the mood to cook, you declare as you step into his place. The mouth-watering aroma of the Chinese food you bought fills the air, but when he reaches for the bags, you insist that he sit and relax.
Sure, he can take a seat. But to expect him to relax with you around, playing this intricate game? Thatâs simply impossible. Youâre asking for too much. Heâs a player at heart, drawn to the thrill of the chase, and he will play along.
What seems inconceivable is the expectation that he can act as if nothing is happening between these four walls.
His attempts to focus on you are futile, as his mind betrays him tonight. All he hears spilling from your lips is pure and plain gibberish. Your very presence is no longer enough to anchor him.
Already immune to your charm, Logan eats his noodles, occasionally nodding when your voice rises at the end of a sentence, indicating a question.
But he nearly chokes on his drink the moment he registers your serious expression, having never witnessed you like this before.
âAre you even here?â you ask, shoving your food aside with a swift motion of your wrist.
What should he answer? What is it that you want to hear? Of course! Iâm here, listening to you. Itâs a delightful night. Should I start by telling you about my most recent nightmare? Quite the entertainment!
Thereâs a shake of his head as he lowers his gaze, escaping your concerned expression. âMâsorry.â
âDonât be. Iâm not trying to make you feel guilty.â You tug your chair forward, claiming a piece of his personal space. You know he doesnât mind. âWant to talk about it? Did something happen?â
âMy brain is just⌠off today.â
âMany thoughts at the same time.â Not a question. Have you completely figured him out?
âYeah.â
He remains still, dragging his plastic fork across the now-cold steamed veggies, which have lost their appeal.
How amusingâyour knees bump against his, drawing his attention. âCan I help you?â Itâs new, the breathy tone youâre using, a whisper of agitation weaving through your calm demeanor.Â
âCan you erase my memory?â he shoots back, attempting to smirk through the wave of memories that flash behind his eyelids. When he looks into your eyes, the siren in his head blares.
Your pupils are dilated, blown wide, chest rising and falling rapidly. Sweaty palms that you wipe on your jeans. Tongue darting out to lick your lips. Your heartbeat accelerates, drumming wildly like the fluttering of a hummingbirdâs wings.
He hasnât been with a woman in ages, but he knows how they react when they see something they likeâor, in this case, someone.
âLogan.â His name rolls off your tongue once more, tinged with an unmistakable need. The thought of checking his temperature dances through his mind, but the heaviness in his limbs roots him in place. He feels feverish. âI want to help you.â
Oh, no. No, no, no, noâ
âWhatâwhat are you on, sweetheart?â Get up. Find your keys. Drive her home. âYou donât even know what youâre sayinâ.â
Saliva floods his mouth as you rise to your feet, looking down at him from above. Gracefully angelic, and yetâ âI know what Iâm asking for,â you continue, your voice descending to a low murmur that scratches pleasantly against some dark and remote corner of his head. Then you lower yourself onto his lap, your thighs bracketing his waist. You repeat your question: âCan I help you?â
Heâs no longer in control of his actions. His right hand crawls up your knee, palming the fabric of your pants. Itâs numbing: a lapful of you, your rich smell, your quickened pulse.
Tempting. So fucking tempted to take you right now, just like this, without the need for words. Your bodies can communicate in a language of their own, one that transcends spoken phrases.Â
I want you, he lets you know through the way he gropes your breasts over your shirt, squeezing them together. Heâs always been good with his hands. But what the hell am I supposed to do with a sweet thing like you?
His patience teeters on the edge of a precipice. âTell me what you want.â
âI asked you first.â
âYouâre gonna pretend you donât know the answer?â He thrusts into the air, grinding against your clothed core, and you close your eyes. Heâs rock hard beneath you, the bulge in his jeans shockingly obscene, bordering on grotesque. âWe both know what I want, but Iâm no telepath, baby. Need you to speak up.â
Twisting the locks of hair at his nape, you press your lips to his neck. âI want to make you forget, to focus on this moment. I want you to live in the present, Logan.â A bite on his earlobe sends shivers down his spine, and he grips your hips with a primal growl. âI can do whatever you want. Just tell me. Tell me, and Iâll do it, please.â
Please? Heâs spiraling. Please? Thatâs itâheâs doing it. Heâll grant you your plea, which aligns perfectly with his own desires.
Once his back meets the mattress in his room, you get to work. With delicate precision, you pull down his pants, sliding his boxers off until only his thick thighs and the crown of short curls adorning his cock remain in sight. Your fingers tremble slightly before you wrap them loosely around his length, and it springs to life in your grasp.
Your gaze pierces into his, mirroring the intensity of his own. But something holds you back, prompting you to reach for his hand.
At that moment, it all clicks into place. Logan urges your head down onto him, and heâs welcomed by the slick warmth you provide.
Indeed, heâs very much alive.
âThatâs it. Thatâsâfuck. There you go.âÂ
His fingers dig into the mattress, clutching the cotton sheets, stopping himself from thrusting into your mouth. Itâs not that he doesnât want toâGod, he doesâbut tonight, heâs on his best behavior.
He wipes the trail of drool from your chin, smearing it gently across your cheek, his thumb lingering as he watches your nostrils flare with a strained, muffled gasp.
Bringing his thumb to his mouth, he tastes the wetness on it the same way youâre sucking him: greedily, without any trace of mercy.
This proves Iâm going to hell, he thinks, enraptured by the sight of his cock disappearing between your parted lips. Straight to hell.
You draw him back to the present, nuzzling your face against his thigh, your humid breath teasing his thick shaft, pulling him from a deep reverie. Your glossy eyes roam, exploring until they find his, and you gift him an authentic smile. Wrecked and blissed out, itâs as if the lights are on, but no oneâs truly home.
He wouldâve never guessed how much you reveled in sucking cock, radiating enthusiasm with each of your movements.
âAm I doing it okay?â you wonder aloud, hovering over the tip, swirling your tongue around the velvety head. Heâs no fool, and neither are you; deep down, you know youâre doing more than just okay. Actually, youâre giving him the best blowjob of his long, long life.
Each panting, airy praise he huffs fuels your eagerness, making you even more receptive to his desires as the words slip past his lips.
âFuckinâ amazing, honey. Got me so hard, yâsee?â His tone is heavily charged with carnality, gripping himself and smacking the tip against your mouth, the wet sound echoing like music to his ears.
He pulses against your tongue, and you seize the opportunity to trace the thin veins scattered along his length. Gulping, with his gaze fixed on you, Logan notices how youâre still wearing your clothes, wiggling your hips against the mattress, rubbing your thighs together to get something in return. âAre you wet?â
Humming against him, you suck in shaky breath.Â
âWords.â
âIâmâIâm wet,â you rasp, voice hoarse. You try to guide him into your mouth and fail miserably, because his grip only tightens, stroking himself instead. âLogan,â you keen, stretching your neck in a silent plea, âdonât be mean.â
âNot mean. Just enjoyinâ myself,â he replies, pulling the foreskin back to expose the head, arching his eyebrows. His fingers curl around your chin, drawing your face nearer to his girth, fascinated by how your eyes flutter shut the more you surrender to the pleasure. âCâmon. Be polite.â
Blame him for itâhe believes heâll never get tired of this game.
âPlease.â You whisper, returning to your begging while tenderly rolling his balls, staring at him through your lashes. And then you say it again: âPlease.â
Your gaze burns a hole through his crumpled heart. He lets you have it, eager to give whatever you may ask him for. You dive back into it, engulfing his length and bobbing your head up and down with fervor. Hushed whines escape your lips, savoring another bead of his precum.
Logan almost loses it as you hollow your cheeks, instinctively cradling the back of your head. âEasy, baby. Mânot going anywhere. Take your time.â
Whenever he feels himself approaching that long-awaited release, he forces his mind to conjure thoughts that will stall his impending orgasm.
The water stains from flooding on the walls.
The supermarket list.
The rising price of gas.
Theâ
âFuck. Slow down,â he groans, utterly captivated by the way you point your tongue to draw imaginary patterns along his cock, seemingly memorizing every detail. âDonât go too hard on me, remember?â
You mumble something under your breath, and at first, he canât quite make it out. âWhat is it?â
âI said I want you to fuck me.â
Under no circumstances is he surviving this night.
âReally, doll?â Logan seeks the reassurance he desperately needs, fearing that this is all a dream from which heâll awaken the moment he properly touches you. âYou sure you want this old man to fuck you?â
Youâre a rambling mess, murmuring Yes, Logan, please, until he maneuvers you to lie on his chest, his glistening cock sliding against your clothes, leaving a trail of dark spots. A whimper dies on your tongue as you brush your lips together, your hot breath enveloping him. âGive me a kiss at least.â
Tilting your head up, he connects his mouth to yours, growling as he detects the dull, sour tang of what must be him. He sucks your bottom lip, hardly aware of what his hands are doing until he shifts your positions, pinning you down.
Logan tugs at your clothes, peeling them away with urgency, his fingers dancing over your nipples until youâre grinding against his thigh, quivering beneath him. With a nip at your damp skin, his eyes flutter open as he studies your expression, casting you a glance that seeks your permission.
A ripple of desire courses through him when you dutifully turn over beneath him, pressing your face further into the pillow. He runs his knuckles along the curve of your ass, his throat going dry as you follow after his touch, arching your body in response.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he licks a long, slow stripe up your wet folds, keeping his tongue flat against your clit for a brief moment. Your arms give out and you stumble forward, stuttering as you mewl his name, fully consumed by the feeling.
So he does it again, and again, and again, flicking the sensitive bud, even though youâre already beyond soaked. Itâs a pleasure he indulges in simply because he can.
Straight to hell, he thinks, coating his length with your arousal, teasing your entrance while pushing in only the tip. That motion alone is enough to make him draw a trembling breath before he continues, gradually feeding you his cock, inch by inch.
Straight to hell, the voice in his head utters as he buries himself to the hilt deep within your body, his heavy balls resting against your ass.
Like an intruder in your territory, heâs free to do as he pleases, and you let him have his way with you.
If only this moment could stretch into infinityâhe longs for time to relent and never draw to a close.Â
What will happen after? Will you spend the night? Does heâ
âL-Logan,â you mumble, having adjusted to his size. You rock back into him, impaling yourself even more on his cock. âPlease, move.â
The pace he establishes is brutal. Your warm, inner walls exquisitely massage him, and the earth as he knows it stops spinning. Fire pools low in his abdomen, his hands holding you by the flesh of your hips to keep you anchored, each thrust driving you closer to the headboard with an intoxicating urgency.Â
âYou wanted it from the very start, didnât you?â He doesnât know if a response will ever come, but these kinds of thoughts are impossible to contain. Heâs just a simple man, powerless against the allure of a tight cunt. âJust got in my car and knew it would end like this?â
You roll your eyes at him, silent as you exit the vehicle, closing the door behind you. While fumbling for your keys, four words escape your mouth. Casual yet devastating, they ruin him: âIâll see you around.âÂ
His next thrust punches a whine out of your lungs. Even as you clench around him, stuffed and filled to the brim, you beg for him to fuck you harder. He wouldâve laughed at you were he able to catch his breath.
With a more deliberate rhythm, he rolls his hips, jackhammering your most sensitive spot, pulling you closer as he wraps an arm around you. When his fingers find your clit, drawing slippery circles, a cry escapes you, and your body merges with the mattress under you.
Your release takes him by surprise, urging him to continue as you reach back, encouraging him to chase his own climax. He knows all too well the struggle of bringing you to this point without succumbing to his pleasure too soon. Your nails graze along his thigh, leaving delicate marks in their wake, and somehow, the passion and bliss heâs been nurturing ignites into a fiery crescendo.
Shortly after, he goes completely rigid inside you, pressing his forehead against your back as he bites down on your shoulder to muffle his groans. His hand squeezes your breast tightly, riding out his high, blood buzzing in his ears, continuing to spill into you. You spam around him, milking him until the last drop of his seed, his release painting your insides with his warmth.
Logan tucks you under his chin as his vision returns to clarity. You nose his jaw, your fingers softly tracing the contours of his beard. He pulls you closer into his chest, gliding his hands up and down your back.
Half a minute of dreadful silence, then: âCan I stay?â
Oh, yesâpillow talk. Heâs not great at this either. Despite that, his eyes soften, snapping to your face.
Logan pauses for a moment. âSure,â he retorts, dragging his fingers along your shoulder blades. Heâs a one-word kind of guy. Just perfect.
Tell her you like her. Tell her you donât want this to be a casual fling. Tell her itâs more than just sex for you.
Or maybe donât. Get ahold of yourself, will you?
âLogan?â you ask, resting your palm against his heart.
âWhat is it?â
âI know.â
You do?
Try as he might, he canât deny it. He might care about you more than he ever realized.
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Part Four
Can't stop thinking about reader losing her cool.
"So we're closed, John." You said, trying to be cordial.
"Is that all you have to fucking say?" He practically growled before huffing. A humorless chuckle rumbling out of his chest. "I suppose not since you won't respond to any of us."
"Don't do that." You said taking a step back. Trying to create some distance between you and him. John would never physically hurt you. That much you knew.
"What?" He asked. His voice rising as he stepped closer to you. "Be angry that you pulled that shit and then left? Stopped talking to us. Changed your fucking locks. Last thing we even knew about you was that you got on a fucking plane and left. Even your friends wouldn't tell us anything besides that you were okay." "Which considering this came out of bloody nowhere, I find it highly unlikely that you are in any way 'okay'."
You took a deep breath. You wouldn't be intimidated. You wouldn't clam up. You wouldn't cry. You won't go back on your decision. You will be cordial and polite and not unleash everything you want to.
"I understand you might be upset, but it's for the best. It wasn't working out and I wanted to end on somewhat good terms. I would appreciate it if you lowered your voice and stopped speaking to me in that way." You could barely recognize your voice. It sounded so scripted. So robotic. But it was something you had been telling yourself. Excuses you had been telling yourself.
Because if you told yourself the truth. The picture you would paint would tell a different story. It wouldn't highlight the fact that John spoke to you like he was one of your men or that Johnny had the emotional capacity of a teaspoon. It wouldn't show what a flake Kyle was or that Simon was well and truly a mean-spirited person.
It would show how you weren't worth it. Four possible men. Four possibilities of happily ever after and none of them chose you. That no one ever did and no one ever would. You weren't worth it. You weren't loveable.
It wasn't right, but it was what the voices had been telling you late in the night. When you would crawl into your cold bed. The silence of the room not filled with John's steady breathing or the sound of Kyle's heartbeat as you laid you head on his chest. The absence of Johnny's occasional snoring or whatever Simon was watching playing in the background of your dreams.
In the void, all your dark thoughts came back at you.
"Upset?" He asked, his voice still louder than you would have liked. "An understatement considering the stunt you pulled."
"You think it was a stunt?"
"So Johnny thought with his dick and didn't plan things out. You should have told him instead of crying to Simon and then pulling this shit." "Christ, I knew you were still young, but I didn't take you for that immature."
"You know what?" "I'm done." "I am so fucking sick of making excuses for you all." "You want to act like I'm the immature one, John?" "You are 35-year-old man who cannot separate his work from his work like. You have continuously talked to and down to me like I am one of your men, only to turn around and always blame your shitty fucking attitude on work. I get that your job is stressful, but I did not sign up to be your verbal fucking punching bag."
"And this come and fucking go incident with Johnny. It has been a consistent issue with him coming over just to fuck. I've asked him for that last six months that 'hey, we've been seeing each other for a year and a half, I would love to meet your family' and suddenly the dates stop. He doesn't ask to see me until after 7 PM. He brings food occasionally, fucks me and leaves. Sometimes before I even wake up."
"And the only reason Kyle is the person I am the least pissed off with is because I haven't even seen him." You took a step closer, not noticing how the anger in John's eyes had softened. "I have not seen Kyle in weeks, to no fault of my own. I stopped reaching out to make dinner plans after the third time he canceled on a date night when I was either on my way or already at the restaurant."
"And Simon?" You scoffed. "Well, it doesn't really matter. After all, as he said I get mine. You all make me cum which is supposed to magically erase how shitty you've all been as partners. It's supposed to erase the nights I've cried myself to sleep debating on whether or not there was something wrong with me. How I'm not good enough to meet anyone else in your lives like some dirty fucking secret. How none of you can even bother to pencil me for a group dinner so I can tell you a publishing house picked up my book. How at some point you all stopped caring or maybe never did."
You took a breath. Blinking quickly to keep the tears at bay.
You wouldn't cry. You wouldn't cry.
"As Simon said it best, I should have known that spreading my legs wouldnât end with one of you putting a ring on your finger.â
For once, John was silent. Unsure of what to say. An apology starting to form at the tip of his tongue before realizing 'sorry' wouldn't cut it. Not this time.
Had he really been that sharp with you? He knew that there were times he had gotten short, but he almost always apologized immediately after. If not at the very moment he took in your crest-fallen face, then definitely later. But he almost always told you he was sorry. Didn't he?
"So as I said," you swallowed down the lump in your throat. "I'm closed. We're done. Now get out." Your face held no sadness. Even though your eyes were nearly full to the brim with unshed tears, you weren't sad.
You were finally angry.
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đ svt reacts to idol!reader having dating rumors.
anon â "could you do ot13 with an idol s/o whoâs had dating rumours with another idol/member (/Ďďźź) big jealousy potential"
â§âËâŠĺ˝Ą includes: f!idol reader, mentions of other idols/groups, established relationship, jealousy & sulking đ, pet names, a kms-adjacent joke (junhui). [short] headcanons under the cut.
đ headcanons .á
seungcheol used to be a lot worse in dealing with your dating rumors. a lot worse. the man would be unbearably sulky for days, but he's since moved on to accept that this is part and parcel with the job. nowadays, he still feels a small itch to be dramaticâ but at least he does it with your consent. expect him to rival a kdrama lead with all his lines.
jeonghan gets annoyed. of course he does. he's just prideful enough to feel a little off-put by the rumors, especially how you might've played a role in it. he's learned how to cope, though, through the likes of long-winded video essays and multi-part instagram reels. catch him on his burner twitter account, fighting people over their misconceptions about you. (bonus: he's a one-man team who insists you would look good with "the most handsome member of svt, yoon jeonghan.")
joshua's just chronically offline enough to miss the fact that there are any rumors at all. if he's not hearing it from you, he'll be catching wind of it from the boys who show a little bit of concern. but joshua's the first to giggle at all the ludicrous claims because he just thinks they're all so stupid, honestly. his favorite pastime is dissecting and discussing it with you over a meal, where he makes it his personal mission to have you laughing it off by the end of the night.
junhui thinks he's going to die. no, really. for someone who has gotten into dating rumors himselfâ co-actresses in dramas, you know how it isâ he sure doesn't know how to function when it's you that's in the news. he pouts. he whines. he threatens to blow up the headquarters of every single korean gossip site. it will take him a few days to get over it, and even then, he'll narrow his eyes at any mention of your supposed-boyfriend.
soonyoung will try to play up the jealous act. it's a short-lived thing; he's possessive and territorial when it matters, but not over baseless rumors. he finds it easier to jump on your nerves some other waysâ like warning you that he may just be snatched away. "can't blame you if you're in love with lee sangyeon," he'll say with a fake, dreamy sigh, just to annoy you. "i think i am now, too."
cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. there's a litany of that in wonwoo's head. an attempt for him to stay sane about these types of things. on the surface, he's nonchalant. at most, he might look a little miffed. but you know him well, and you know that he's the type who will need a lot a little of affirmation because he's always just a little bit on edge at the prospect of losing you. he'll be good as new after an uninterrupted cuddle session.
jihoon's reaction to rumors such as there are relatively predictable. half an eye roll, a sound like a scoff. he's always made it clear, his distaste for gossip-mongers and the like. he keeps everything on the down lowâ except his feelings for youâ so he has no respect for bullshit articles. besides, his heart is in your hands. which is to say: he has full trust that you would let him know if anything about your feelings might change.
seokmin is one bad day away from making good on his threat of breaking your dating news himself. he'll plant information if he has to! he's just a notch below junhui and mingyu when it comes to kicking up a fuss about the rumors. seokmin is easier to appeaseâ a kiss or two here, a couple of sweet words thereâ but he's also the first to find out any news involving your name. (he'll never tell you, but he has google search notifications toggled for you.)
'a big baby', you call him, and mingyu would rather die than admit you're right. the man talks like the world is ending any time you're remotely linked to someone that's not him. he's the one you'd have to chase after the most. he'll keep his arms crossed over his chest as he grumbles about 'your other men'. he's never been happy about sharing, and he makes it abundantly clear that includes you.
minghao's chief concern, unsurprisingly, will be how you're doing. how have the rumors affected you? do you need anything to get you buy? everythingâ the boys' comments, his own feelingsâ fade into background noise as he focuses on your welfare. he's the picture of composure and self-assurance when it comes to your relationship; you've never given him a reason to doubt your loyalty, so why should he?
it's just like seungkwan to go straight to the sourceâ and, no, he's not talking about you. whoever you might be linked to, he's already sliding into their messages to get the 'scoop'. there's a little bit of manipulation here, in how seungkwan will very 'casually' drop that the two of you are actually seeing each other. if this is his roundabout way of staking claim, then so be it.
vernon's nonchalance can be a little bit terrifying sometimes. these are such instances when you're reminded that he's relatively comfortable in your relationship, enough to ask point blank if the rumors are true. this isn't to be mistaken for him being uncaring. there's still a slight twitch in his jaw, a downturn of his lip when some third party is mentioned. at the end of it all, though? he's quick to shrug it off, because the faith he has in you beats out any stupid rumor.
chan has been working overtime to get the two of you in the headlines. he's matched your phone case! he's shared your music on vlive! and yet, he still isn't your supposed boyfriend, according to dispatch? that's what he's the most upset about, really. that his not-so subtle hints have gone largely unnoticed. chan wants to be loud and obvious about his love for you; he's just waiting for the perfect time to drop that bomb.
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How They'd Do You |Naruto Men X Reader| HC
Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Madara Uchiha, and Naruto Uzumaki.
Summary: How they are in bed.
Warnings: NSFW. Mentions of sex and foreplay. Breeding kink, breast and nipple play, head, etc.
Masterlist Ko-fi
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Sasuke Uchiha
Sasuke isn't one to give up control very easily, especially when he's in any sort of vulnerable state.
More often than not, he's on top of you, forcing your legs against your chest and not holding anything back as he thrusts into you.
On the rare occasion he allows you to top, he's still 100% in control. He always ends up taking over towards the end when he can't take it anymore. His release is close, and something in his brain is begging him to rail you.
He wouldn't be into actual choking in fear he'd lose control of his strength, but he's not afraid to use your neck as a handle of sorts to keep your body from moving too much.
Hes the embodiment of a breeding kink.
He's close to his end. He places his hand on your stomach and forces his seed in you.
If he's still got stamina, he's pushing you onto your hands and knees for round two, ass high up in the air.
"Not a single drop spills. Got it?"
Emergency contraceptive is your best friend, but let's be real. It fails sooner rather than later based on the sheer amount you rely on it.
Kakashi Hatake
Foreplay king. He loves head, both giving and receiving, sometimes even at the same time. Nipple play, fingering, whatever it is you're needing, he's providing.
Passionate.
When he does share his mind, it's never a light matter, and sex is no different.
Kissing, hand holding, praising - it's all a very important part of the act for him. He's pouring his heart and soul into you every time you're together.
But don't get it wrong, he's still a man. Those sweet nothings and soft whispers about how much he loves you quickly turn into dirty talk.
"You're such a good girl."
"You look so pretty wrapped around my cock."
"You're mine, you know that?"
He definitely sticks his fingers in your mouth.
After a certain point, he let's his dick do the thinking for him. You don't mind one bit.
He's all about aftercare. Rags or showers or just physical contact, whatever you want, he's got it. He knows he's not always the best at taking care of you, but this is one instance where he's confident about what he's doing.
Shikamaru Nara
My man is lazy and that doesn't change, even in the bedroom.
He usually doesn't go down on you but enjoys when you sit on his face. He'll wrap his arms around to grip your thighs. He's never one to turn down head but doesn't really make foreplay a priority.
Some might call him a pillow princess at first glance, but it's deeper than that. He has the control, he just let's you do the work most of the time.
You may be on top, but his strong grip and guiding fingers tell you exactly what to do.
Sometimes, he doesn't care for the pleasantries that come with dragging it out. He'll nestle between your legs and let his head dip down to your neck.
Lazy thrusts, but that's fine. Deeper is always better than faster.
He doesn't really do dirty talk, but he's definitely not silent. He's vocal, always groaning, maybe he'll tell you that he loves you if he's feeling a certain way.
Madara Uchiha
Most of the time, he's hate fucking you.
There's no time for foreplay when he's immediately slamming you against the wall when he gets home.
Despite all the anger radiating off of him as he mercilessly thrusts into you, he's calling you the sweetest nicknames he can think of. Love or Darling or something of the sort.
He always finishes inside. You're not sure if he's just too busy letting his frustration out to think, or if he's actively trying to get you pregnant.
It's both... sort of. For him, anger is just passion and fuel. It has nothing to do with his actions. He's pumping you full of his cum because he likes to claim you. He wants you to bare his children. He wants people to know you're his.
Aftercare isn't as straightforward for him. He's not offering to clean you up, but he tries to find ways to subtly apologize for turning you into a toy.
Naruto Uzumaki
Naruto runs on pure instinct in every aspect of his life.
He's doing what feels right in the moment and confirming it with you if it's something he's unsure about. (Consent is key).
He's a people pleaser. He's always making sure he takes care of you before he even thinks about himself. Eating you out, fingering, breast play, whatever you want.
He's sloppy. It's just something that always emerges with him. He's placing wet kisses on your neck, his hand placement can sometimes be a bit awkward, but it all adds to the experience.
His head gets so foggy with love and lust that he honestly can't think straight. The way his body takes control and he ravages you in an almost primal way, it's to die for.
#sasuke x reader#naruto x reader#kakashi x reader#madara x reader#shikamaru x reader#naruto uzumaki x reader#sasuke uchiha x reader#kakashi hatake x reader#madara uchiha x reader#shikamaru nara x reader#naruto smut#sasuke smut#kakashi smut#madara smut#shikamaru smut#naruto uzumaki smut#sasuke uchiha smut#kakashi hatake smut#shikamaru nara smut#sasuke uchiha#naruto uzumaki#kakashi hatake#shikamaru nara#madara uchiha#naruto headcanons#naruto shippuden#naruto
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temptation
i lowkey have too many notes to write down properly KDFHKDS but ill write them down for Future Cele so i can read it later and be like omggg past cele ur so fun and interesting
in general, the more "color" the scenes have, the closer it is to "real life" as opposed to the muted/hushed winter blues of maruki's reality
i.e. the dark frames w akira smiling and the very last panel are when reality sinks in: first for akira, then for goro
by the way this is long winter au but sumire is still brainwashed. this also works for canonverse but i just had long winter au in mind:o
youve heard of laundry and taxes now get ready for coffee and pastries
in every panel, akira is smiling! :) and goro is very much not smiling.
intentionally his face is hidden in the last 2 pages so its unclear whether it's the "ideal reality" already (akira/goro's daydreams/wants/desires), or if goro is still fighting akira on making sure he picks the right choice
the smoke from the first page kinda leads into the 3rd page omfg COMPLETELY UNINTENTIONAL BUT REALLY COOL LMAOOO
that's nameless and belladonna in jazz jin!!! i love them. I LOVETHEM. i miss them so bad is it obvious
the cafe is loosely based off of caffe strada @ uc berkeley LMAO. my parents used to take me there a lot as a little kid so that's the first cafe i think of when i imagine one. its like right on the streetside, basically on the sidewalk, so its very bustling and people are always walking by... probably a little disconcerting to see everyones summery bright smiles despite the bitter cold and snow
in long winter AU, the Ideal Reality starts before 1/1 so yeah they get to see the new years fireworks together (or something)
also intentional that they wear the same winter outfits in the whole comic although it Probably does not take place at the same time. in maruki's snowglobe, time seems frozen in place... but akira and goro are both acutely aware that the sands are running thru QUICK
goro's frustrated expression on page 3 is one also of disdain: "don't speak FOR me you fucking imbecile" type of expression.
goro, who's never lived a normal life and therefore doesn't know much abt "normalcy" nor really actively seeks it. this 3rd semester is basically purgatory for him and he doesn't care to try and go through the motions the way akira does. akira what do YOU know about the type of "normalcy" i deserve? how do YOU know if i "deserve" that?
im thinking that this is a naive akira who is mostly set on taking the deal because he feels hopeless... seeing all his friends with good happy lives while goro and himself are alive and miserable and shouldering the weight of the world during the horror of long winter......
oh but if he takes the deal they could all be good and alive and happy!!!.... and goro knows this. i feel like in any other universe (i.e. akira is 100% certain on not taking the deal and goro knows this) then goro would be happy and carefree to do these little indulgences for himself and akira's sake, to just enjoy the snowglobe world while it exists.
but this goro is discontent. he sees how akira is enjoying the snowglobe and knows maruki is depending on this. goro has to be the one to remind akira that none of this is his to keep........ in this fucked up world, routine is dangerous. becoming comfortable is dangerous. they cannot keep any of this.
on that note, goro says "i hate you" in a halfhearted sort of way (it's not true and akira knows that.) but he's trying to think of a way that he can dissuade akira from picking the wrong choice.....
and i think the thing is, goro thinks all of this, but he still falls into the rhythm of routine with akira anyway. in a way, goro feels hopeless too.
all of this is maruki's doing........ paralyzed by the inability to choose... whatever you do, you lose. goro needs to hold akira at arm's length so the stupid sentimental fool doesn't get too attached and falls into the wrong universe. akira needs to make a concentrated effort to detach himself from goro even though he wants the simplest thing in the world: just one more unremarkable day with him. it's lose-lose..........,
also i liked drawing the tentacles in the last pic the freaking blue lines on them were SO satisfying to draw
edit: also the last page: the blood flooding the panelâŚ.. the idea of the ideal world being built off of the blood and sweat and tears and bodies of the people who could have been. of those lost in the actualization, of those destroyed, of those stitched together and brought back to life. all just for a little false happiness. goro sees it but akira doesnât, and itâs a grim sight.
#shuake#goro akechi#akira kurusu#persona 5 royal#cele draws#cele comics#last comic for 2 weeks ish probably bc ill be away frm my usual setup for a while:O will still be drawing tho!!!#long winter#takuto maruki
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summary: old man!logan gets grumpy when you tell him that he cannot keep up with you.
cws/tags: smut! mdni. fem!reader. old man!logan. unprotected p in v. logan calls himself âold manâ. sub!reader. unspecified age gap. reader rides logan. not proofread ofc..
âWhy? Afraid you canât keep up, Old Man?â Heâs all grumpy ever since you mutter the playful question. Stopping your trailing wet kisses on his greying beard as he glares down on you, brows furrowed to make an expression that sums up his emotions.Â
Logan doesnât know why he feels irritated by the reminder. After all, youâre right: his stamina and sex drive are nothing compared to you, someone much much younger than him.
Still, he intends to poke at you and make a point.Â
Logan decides that heâs not going to do any work tonight because of your underestimation earlier. âIf you want it so bad, you do it.â He says.
Youâd whine in protest, âCome on, âs just a joke, Lo!â Staring at the older man with the best doe-eyes you could form.
âPut those eyes away.â
Because you do want it so bad - you end up straddling him as you ride every inch of his fat cock.Â
At first, Logan enjoys the sight of you being undone in front of him, his scruffy beard subtly hiding his smugness.
But fuck. Logan loses it completely when you whisper a question around âLike this?â as you try to fit his large girth of him inside you.
Itâs not even the first time youâve ridden himâbut thereâs something so sweet in the way you croak those words, your half-lidded eyes glancing up to see him to get his validation; your messy hair and your red-kissed lips. He feels sick for consuming something he does not deserve, to be an old man who canât keep up.
When you mutter the questions:
Like this? So Meek and pure, everything heâs not;
Is this right? Achingly delicate and eager;
L-Like this, Lo?â Overwhelming drunknessâ
Logan loses it more and more until he gives outâfacing his defeat in whatever game you and him were playingâand wrapping his arms around your waist, âYeah,â He replies in a hoarse grunt, âjust like that, darlinâ.âÂ
You can feel his hard member twitching inside of your velvet walls and see him shutting his eyes tightly in pleasure. Itâs too soon, Logan thinksâtoo fuckinâ soon to come. Almost embarrassingly as he is proving your point but he cannot help himself, yâknow?Â
Not when you mutter those questions and trigger him, sending electricity in his adamantium body until he feels like all heâs left is mere his ecstasy, âF-fuck. Takinâ such good care of your old man.â
His thick palms caress the fat of your ass, kneading each plump greedily as he feels you bouncing up and down, up and downâfeels his cock drags inside your warm pussy.Â
Oh, he knows he should not be enjoying someone so young and innocent being needy of his cock. But he does. He does. And he doesn't care anymore if someone thinks that heâs corrupting you. Maybe he isâbut he always takes care of you, always looking over youânow that youâre his.Â
Youâd ask him again while circling your hips and taking more of him, âLike this, right?â How can you ask him anything like that as if every movement you made doesn't feel like heaven to him?
He hears you hiccup so sweetly, out of breath, as you curl your toes. Logan lets out a deep chuckle as he watches you lose yourself, intoxicated by the feeling of his cock.Â
âGood fuckinâ girl. Thaâ right.â He groans, guiding you back down on his length, âSâgood, huh, baby?âÂ
All he gets in return is your familiar little hum and Logan coos, knows it all too well that heâs hitting all the right spots that turn you non-verbal.Â
âLike that, sweetheart. Jusâ like that.âÂ
Yeah, he canât keep up, alright.Â
#logan howlett#logan howlett smut#logan howlett x reader#old man logan#old man!logan#old man logan x reader#wolverine smut#deadpool and wolverine#logan by nina <3
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Arcane Characters Dealing With Problems Badly
Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Vander, Jayce, Viktor, Mel x Reader
Tags: angst, fluff, comfort, getting into fights, working late, protectiveness, massage, fake smiles, lack of sleep
Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters
A/N: Arcane S2 is approaching and with it my emotional breakdown.
JINX
Bites her nails a lot out of nervousness
Relentlessly tinkers away at her desk, hardly even eating or drinking anything to make sure her body doesn't shut down
Talks with the people she sees but you don't and then tells you that she's fine because she's not alone, clearly she isn't fine, she doesn't want you to worry
Gets angry when you ask too many questions about her problems
Feels bad right after but there are just some things she's not ready to talk about, family things that she needs to sort out, but are free to stay by her side if it will make you feel better
VI
Pretends that there's nothing wrong
She learned in prison that showing any weakness if a bad thing so she tends to avoid it if she can
Hopes to distract you with kissing and flirting
Says that one of the best ways to get over things is a good fight so she seeks those out until she feels better
Of course this means that she comes back with a lot of bruises and maybe even a broken rib or two, but hey at least she got everything out of her system
CAITLYN
Obsesses over her problem to the point of losing sleep
Knows this is a problem for her but doesn't know how to fix it, she only knows how to fix other problems, and always before her own
Fell asleep at her office desk quite a few times
Doesn't even come home some nights but greets you down at the Enforcer HQ and gives you a kiss when you hand her the morning cup of coffee
Takes very short breaks to spend some time with you
EKKO
Includes you in solving most problems he needs to solve but doesn't give up until it's done
Takes a few unnecessary risks in the process
Risks his own safety, never someone else's, least of all yours
Call him stubborn if you must, he will admit that he is but everything he does is for a better future of you and all of his friends, for that no risk is too great
There's not a job dangerous enough to keep him away from it, he will try to keep you away, for your safety
SILCO
Can get a bit worked up when things don't end up going his way
Maintains a calm exterior when dealing with other people
In his job he needs to seem like he's in control of things even when he's not
Always tells you when he's gonna stay late so you don't worry that something happened to him, not realizing that you worry because these long nights have been getting more frequent
Finally has people who he can call h
SEVIKA
Good luck with trying to get her to open up with anything that's emotionally taxing on her
Blunt when she needs to threaten or insult but extremely slow when revealing her emotions
Would much rather drink, fight or fuck them away than give them a time of day
She's always been like this, you shouldn't expect her to change any time soon
Gets very guarded with her emotions if you try to prod at them, yet she's careful not to let her anger out on you, she likes you more than most people, you're fun
VANDER
Tries to avoid dragging you into his problems if he has anything to say about it
He knows you notice that he's more on guard, more careful when the bar is open, his eyes scanning the crowd for danger
Does tell you to keep your eyes open for anything suspicious but no more than that, he can deal with it when the time comes
Cracks a lot of jokes to make you feel better, safer
Promises that nothing will happen to you while he's still in charge, and he will keep it that way too
JAYCE
He's had to put on a fake smile more times than he can count, he can do it now too
Usually he's very honest with things that bother him, it's easy to open up to you
Yet this time he's closed off, working away on his blueprints, furiously writing things down in his notebook and even forgetting to eat the sandwiches he loves so much
A massage does help relax his pent up shoulders, he knows it's not good for him
Only when he's at the end of his rope does he admit what's been bothering him and let you help him
VIKTOR
Usually he closes himself up in his lab to work late nights so it takes a few nights for you to notice there's something wrong
He hasn't been sleeping at all, not for a few days
Barely keeps his eyes open yet insists that he's fine and that you don't need to worry about him getting sick from lack of rest
Takes short rests when you're in the lab with him
Needs to be dragged away to bed if he's gonna get any real sleep
MEL
Really good at pretending to be fine and being in control of things, even when she's pretending in front of you
Being in the Council for as long as she has she had to learn how to keep her guard up
Kisses your cheek when she tells you that her problems are her own, not for you to worry your pretty head about
Will spend the night with you but be gone first thing in the morning
Her nightmares get worse the longer this goes on
#arcane x reader#jinx x reader#vi x reader#caitlyn x reader#ekko x reader#silco x reader#sevika x reader#vander x reader#jayce x reader#viktor x reader#mel x reader#arcane imagine#arcane headcanon#arcane angst#league of legends x reader#league of legends imagine#league of legends headcanons#league of legends angst#arcane x you#league of legends x you
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baby names
in which spencer comforts you after you wake from a good dream about becoming a mother
fluff! warnings/tags: fem!reader, reader sort of wants to be a mom sort of doesn't, they discuss having a child in the future, talk of pregnancy stuff, I think that's it! a/n: another short sweet fluff piece that is by no means going to get me a pulitzer but is cute nonetheless!! love u!!! let me know if u enjoyed!!
Spencer wasnât in the room when you fell asleep into an impromptu nap, induced by the pattering rain, the low light of your bedside lamp, the warmth of your favorite throw blanketâbut he is when you wake up. Home from work, sprawled on the bed next to you, long legs crossed and as close as he thought he could get without disturbing your slumber.Â
âYou came home,â you whisper groggily, curling into his side and letting your sleepy eyes flutter shut again.Â
He pulls you closer against him, rubbing your arm. âI always do.â A low, affectionate chuckle that buzzes from his chest and dizzies you. âYou tired?â
You hum a distant affirmation. Visions of diaphanous pink, of sweet cooing, of a haloed Spencer doused in warm light and smiling down at a some blanket-bundled creature in his arms, still burn behind your eyelids, fading with every passing second. The gentle classical music youâd been playing earlier now blends with the sound of evening rain tapping ceaselessly against the window. Spencer is warm next to you, scent familiar and comforting and only contributing to your drowsinessâbut a lingering sort of sadness still claws at your stomach. Emptiness. It bites like a shock of icy water. Itâs just a small thing. You feel silly for being upset, but you are upset, and you want to tell him.Â
âI had weird dreams.â
Spencer offers a hum of his own (perhaps a habit youâd picked up from him) and you open your eyes, watching him watch the rain. The stark angle of his jaw, the sweet slope of his nose. Any baby he had a hand in creating would be absolutely cherubic. âYou know, Carl Jung said dreams are hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul.â
You fiddle with the knit of his sweater, and he covers your hand with his own, looking back down at you, deep eyes full of easy contentment. Like as long as youâre together, he canât imagine a thing to be worried about.Â
âWaitâthe dreams are the door? Where does the door go?â
His brows pinch slightly as he recalls what is no doubt an exact quotation.Â
âUhâhe said they led to a primeval cosmic night, that is soul long before there was conscious ego, and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.â
You frown, sleepy head aching as you twist your brain into knots trying to decode the ornate language. âWas he the weird incest-y one?â
Spencer chuckles again. âNope. That was Freud. Jung was essentially saying that there is something primal and instinctual about our dreams. He said they were our way of accessing the unconscious, which can process things the conscious psyche canât, and our consciousness was a ship on the great sea of unconsciousness.â
âYouâre losing me, Dr. Reid.â
The corner of his mouth flickers up.Â
âHe just meant they offered us an unbiased look at our lives. Our desires, our needs, unburdened by conscious ego.â
Our desires. Our needs.Â
You chew your lip.Â
âWhat does dreaming about having a baby mean?â
You say it because Spencer is your closest friend as well as your partner and you trust him completely with every thought in your headâbut the way his hand pauses on your arm makes you nervous.Â
He takes a moment to dissect your answer, digging for a hidden meaning like a precious gem, and then, once he decides there are no landmines, proceeds cautiously.Â
âWell⌠some people say that a baby in your dream is a representation of you. It could indicate a desire to nurture, or a need to be nurtured.â Again you make a noise of vague acknowledgement. His hand starts back up again on your arm, and he delves gently deeper. âWhy? Did you dream about having a baby?â
For a moment, you can only nod. Suddenly youâre choked up, releasing an exhaled, âYeah,â as tears cloud your vision. He gives you a moment, just holding you as you try to find the words to continue. âIt felt really real. I meanâI think I knew it wasnât, but I was so happy that I didnât care. Iâsheââ You laugh tearfully. âIâm being ridiculous, I know, I just⌠I miss her. Is that crazy?â
âThatâs not crazy,â he says quietly. A stretch of silence follows, and the brief deluge of tears fades to trickling stop. Spencer is probably used to you enough so that heâs not surprised when you huff dramatically, trying to dispel your melancholia with a hefty dose of drama.Â
âI wanna have a baby!â
Your boyfriend releases a surprised laugh as you bury your head against his chest, but it only takes him half a second to root his hand in your hair and hold you there.Â
âBecause of your dream?â
âYes!â You sniffle into his sweater. âShe was so perfect, ând sweet. I wanna have a baby so much.â
âWith who?â
You look up at him tearfully and visibly frustrated. His eyes betray only fondness. âYou, Spencer! Who else?â
âNo one! No one else.â
You collapse again, satisfied with his answer.Â
âYou were such a good dad. It wasâoh my god, you were so happy. You were holding her, and smiling at her, andâcan we please have a baby?â
âOh, sweet girl,â he coos, half chuckle, voice tinged with pity. His hand sweeps over and over your hair in a soothing pattern.Â
You pout, hiding even further away against him. âThatâs not an answer.â
âWe canât have a baby right this second, if thatâs what youâre asking me.â
âWhy not?â
He hums, pretending to consider the question, hand still carding gently through your locks, detangling.Â
âYouâre not pregnant, for one thing.â
âI might be.â
âI doubt it.â
âI could be.â
He angles your head up, smiling. Those warm brown eyes of his are full to the brim with sparkly affection. âDo you have something to tell me?â
âNo, Iâm saying, we could have a baby.â
The curve of his mouth lessens though doesnât entirely dissipate, and the subtle lines next to his eyes soften as he regards you. There are a thousand reasons you shouldnât have a baby right now, but Spencer knows you know that, and itâs still not what you want to hear right this second.Â
âWe could.â
Heâs not being serious, but your heart flutters anyway.Â
âReally?â
âSure. Sounds like you have it all figured out.â
âSpencer. Iâm not joking. Youâre not taking me seriously.â
Spencer pulls you closer, and though youâre mildly annoyed, you allow it with a huff.Â
âI am taking you seriously. Like the plague.â
âI know you want kids.â
âI do.â
âWe can have kids.â
âAngel. We have time. I believe that you want a baby, and Iâm overjoyed that you want one with me. And you know weâd need more time to talk about it.â
Of course, you probably will change your mind tomorrow, and again the next day, and Spencer will love you then and every time you change your mind thereafter.Â
âDo you love me?â You ask softly, bunching the fabric of his shirt in your hand and not looking at him. Just to make sure. His eyes are liquid adoration on you.Â
âMore than anything in the whole world.â And maybe, you think, youâre okay with keeping it that way. For just a bit longer, at least. Spencer squeezes your arm. âI do think youâll get to meet her again one day. Iâll get to meet her.â
You smile to yourself, imagining your little dreamy baby girl back in your arms. âOne day.â
He kisses the top of your head.Â
âDid we name her in your dream?â
âElizabeth. But only because in my dream your momâs name was Elizabeth, for some reason? I donât⌠I canât explain that.â
âHm... I love my mom, but I don't know if I'd want to name my baby Diana. Feels too prophetic.â
âHold on, I have like, a hundred baby name ideas. Can you hand me my phone? Iâm gonna tell you all of them. First and middle name combinations.â
Spencer reaches for your phone on the side table. âBoy and girl?â
You scoff, settling into the crook of his arm, head on his shoulder, so he can see your phone screen.Â
âWeâre not having a boy, Spencer.â
âOh. My mistake.â
You smile and tangle your legs with his, searching through your notes app with your non-dominant hand for your list of ridiculous baby names.Â
âI canât believe you would even suggest that. You're obviously going to be a girl dad.â
âAm I?â
âYes! Oh my god, Iâm so glad I'm not pregnant because youâre clearly not ready. You have a lot to learn. Okay, how does Artemisia Valencia October Reid sound to you?â
Youâre lucky he loves you so much.
#spencer reid#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x you#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fic#criminal minds fanfic#criminal minds imagine#spencer reid fluff
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PROJECT PARTER HCS (he wants you so bad) haikyuu
ft: aran, kita, atsumu, osamu, suna
ATSUMU:
HES TRYING!!! but is it successful? (no)
literally cannot shut up the entire time you two meet up but it's ok because he's funny
"hey you wanna see pictures of my teammates" "yeah sure" he pulls out a blurry .5 of suna's nostrils
offers you protein bars and osamus leftovers as snacks
compliments you on literally everything
you wrote two words? he starts cheering and clapping his hands like you're shakespeare presenting a new play
loves pretending to be your strict teacher whenever commenting on your work
makes up for his lack of preparation by making you laugh and flustered
"i think you can add a little more to this part" "you look so sexy calling me dumb"
if you two meet up at a cafe he ALWAYS!!! pays for you
started off as a mistake because he asked you for your order in front of the barista
but he thought for a moment and decided you're worth an extra $5 out of his wallet
always loses his pencils but has dozens of erasers?????
SWEARS by wooden pencils. he sees a mechanical pencil and jumps 5 feet into the air and starts screaming
last few days of the project he looks constipated every time you two are together
"do you need a diaper" "I WANT YOU"
you accept his confession because you unfortunately like him back and because you want a good grade
also because you don't want him pooping his pants
ARAN:
the sweetest!!
always asks how you're doing before pulling out his notes
digital note taker 100%
loves loves loves writing with erasable pen and only uses pencils for exams
is a "let's work on everything together" kinds guy
he says it's to make sure there aren't any disagreements in content and aesthetic (he just wants to talk to you)
if you guys aren't at your house, always offers to walk you back!!!
great academically but if you're making a poster or slideshow do NOT let him decorate it... pls watch out
"does this look good!" "i'm gonna hold your hand when i tell you this..." "omg you want to hold my hand đ"
starts giggling to himself in his head whenever you guys accidentally touch
you catch him staring at you one day and you don't know what to say so you just stare back
he thinks its so romantic
you're just confused but go along with it
after presentations you think you guys are gonna go back to being friendly classmates but he finds you after class and asks you out :)
KITA:
ACADEMIC WEAPON TEACHERS FAV EVERYONE LOVES HIM
"do you want to read my notes?" he pulls out 5 notebooks with everything color coordinated, sticky tabs, perfect handwriting, and factually correct
he can sit and work for 5 hours straight and still somehow have perfect posture
first time you asked him for help on something you were about to piss yourself because you thought he would call you stupid and send you to hell
he gave you a small smile and started walking you through it with an unmatched level of patience
that was the moment you folded and had to physically restrain yourself from grabbing his cheeks and kissing his face
always offers you tea when you come over and brings out a small tray of snacks
"are you comfortable? do you need any help?"
is suuuuper meticulous but kind with his 739273 different corrections
he swears by the sandwich method of compliment-critique-compliment
"your analysis is amazing in this section but i think you can expand a little bit after because..."
you're the one who confessed first because you thought you would explode from cuteness aggression if you didn't
and also because you thought even if he did reject you, he'd do it in the most painless way
was super happy and bursted into a bright red face but shy smile!!
still told you to go back to the assignment though...
SUNA:
menace i hate him (no i don't)
literally doesn't understand anything that's going on and probably doesn't process what you're saying at first
realizes you're serious about this assignment and forces himself to lock in
asks a BUNCH of questions and jots them down on a google doc
loves to make random conversation when you two are working
actually insane gossiper
nosiest birch you know
allergic to minding his own business that mf has shit on everyone
are you slightly scared of what he has on you? yes. do you still want to hear everything he knows? yes
"i'm taking this info from page 175 of the textbook" "got it, but did you hear that kato is trying to get with his exs best friend??"
leaves notes on your project that are both unserious and encouraging
"omg u are literally einstein"
folds origami when bored
will give you paper cranes, frogs, foxes, and cats whenever you see each other
you discovered that there's small doodles in the posts it's he uses to make them
one day there's your name and his surrounded by hearts like the corny mf he is
confronted him and it and he was just like "oh you found that? well, do you want to go out with me?"
he was NOT SLICK with the way he skipped home and whistled to himself that day after you said yes
OSAMU:
HES TRYING HIS BEST!!! (pt. 2)
can only meet up after school because of volleyball so he offers to cook for you before starting to work
takes notes in class but doesn't understand half the stuff he jots down
writes actual bullshit but half a page in decides to abandon his pride and ask you for help
leans in a little too close whenever listening to what you're saying
tries to make sure your knees are touching and that it's all an accident when your fingers brush (he prepared each scenario in his head before sleeping the night before)
down bad LOSER
spends his time doing his portion of the project while sneaking glances at you
doesn't know how to decorate presentations for the life of him so he is on doodle duty
gives surprisingly good suggestions and takes your corrections to heart
one of the best project partners because of how willing he is to learn and contribute!!! (also because he wants to impress you)
talks shit about his brother to you
atsumu has walked in while osamu was telling you an embarrassing story
they start fighting
osamu gets super embarrassed when you laugh at him
then gets overly confident when you tell him you were rooting for him
will not stop dumb smiling whenever he sees you after that
asks you out after the project is turned in with his hands in his pockets with how they're shaking so much
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