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From the (Bats) Nest
Part 2: Confused Papa Bat
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Bruce wasnât sure how to explain what happened. He wasnât entirely sure, either.
But his babies were⌠well⌠babies again.
Not that he wouldnât raise them again if he had to. He wasnât just going to leave his boys behind.
But this was concerning. He wasnât sure what to do. Hell, Damian was 3 now. Heâd been 9 when Bruce originally met him. And the man wasnât exactly sure how to take care of a three-year-old.
Not to mention the fact Jason and Tim ALSO didnât know who he was.
Well⌠Tim did, a little. But not much. Not really. And the weary look Jason gave him made Bruceâs heart ache.
Jason was nursing his cocoa, and Tim was chugging it. Good to know that hadnât changed.
Bruce hadnât wanted to risk giving Damian something he shouldnât at 3 years old. He could have solids, right? He had teeth, didnât he? Probably just little baby onesâŚ
YEOWCH!
Damian just about bit Bruceâs finger off. Yeah, maybe not the smartest move to put your finger by a toddlerâs mouth.
âSon of a biâiiiscutâŚâ
Bruce probably didnât have to censor himself. Itâs nothing they havenât heard before. Hell, nothing they havenât SAID before, in their normal bodies.
âNo, Dami⌠no biting. Donât bite.â
âDown, baba!!â
Bruceâs heart clenched. Baba⌠Damian never called him that. Not really. But little toddler Damian called him Baba. He recognized Bruce as his father.
Hopefully. Hopefully he wasnât being confused for someone in the League when Damian was three.
It was much nicer to think about the first situation, wasnât it? Letâs go with that.
Bruce put Damian down, who promptly toddled over to Alfred, tugging on the butlerâs pant leg.
âUp.â
Alfred obliged, handing Damian a small piece of strawberry. Bruceâs face curled in worry.
âRelax, Master Bruce. He is plenty old enough to have some fruit. Besides, wouldnât it be unfair for young Master Damian to watch everyone else enjoy a treat while he doesnât?â
âYeah, B. Donât you want baby bat to be extra strong, so he can take my place?â Dick smirked as Bruce rubbed his temples
âI wasnât going to fight Alfred on itâŚâ
Damian was indulged in more strawberry, and his delighted noise put a smile on Bruceâs face. Man⌠he wished he hadnât missed it.
He laid the boys down for bed. The initial plan was to have Damian sleep in the old nursery. Jason proved resistant to the idea. So Bruce brought the crib into the room Jason was sleeping, laying Damian down there.
It was honestly kind of cute, the way Jason insisted on being a good big brother. Though, he was clearly still copying dick as he walked around the manor with tiny Tim and Damian in towâ wait, Damian?
So Bruce has to track the kids down, and THEN he comes to find DamianâŚ. Isnât potty trained. Jason took him out of the crib when he noticed a stain. Alright, okay. This is fine. Heâs just only a teeny tiny bit uber stressed, not no big deal.
#writing#dcu fanfic#dcu#damian wayne#bruce wayne#jason todd#tim drake#dick grayson#from the (bats) nest
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...im fantasizing about the guy at the grocery storeâ¨ď¸đŚâ¨ď¸đŚâ¨ď¸đŚđ
#highgoblin#he complimented me and he wouldnt remember but like 5 months ago he also complimented me#i know its cringe n he would never say or do the things he is in my mind but i need this ok????#in my head hes the complete packageđâ ď¸#he always calls me miss too which helps#people have started to call me ma'am and mistaking me for being my dads wife......#so when someone thinks i look young enough to be miss it hells#đĽšâ¨ď¸đ#i dont really csre about being old i just HATE change :(#anywayyyyyyy#my friemd said its ok to fantasize so shut up hatersđ#gosh his voice was so cute when he complimented my eyeshadowâ¨ď¸đŚâ¨ď¸đŚâ¨ď¸đŚ#im pretty sure my period is over cus i stopped bleeding but the mood switches are really weird tonight#feeling esstatic one minute and then TERRIBLE tge next second#wtf is wrong with me im sorru yall
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⥠everyone is lucky farmerâs!daughter!reader is in a jail cell when she finds out her favorite sheriff isnât around because heâs on a date with another woman..
warnings: mentions of being groped in public, just a little bit of southern dialect, small town gossip, mentions of jj x reader, lots of comebacks and insults, jealousy, implied age gap, reader stays the night in jail, hitting, very slight physical altercation, reassurance, comfort (?), little bit of kissing, suggestive ending
a/n: read more of sheriff!rafe and farmerâs!daughter!reader here <3 i would say this particular situation takes place in the beginning stages of their complicated relationship lol. read how sheriff!rafeâs date went here!
wc: 1.5k
âwhat did she do this time?â sheriff thornton looked up from his desk, an amused smile playing on his lips as you glared at him from under your lashes. âshe threw drinks over at keithâs son, âsaid he groped her and all hell broke loose.â your wrists ached as the metal of the handcuffs dug into your skin, your boots scuffing the concrete flooring before the sheriff behind you plopped you down in a chair. âshe gave me a hard time and resisted arrest, so now sheâs here.â you scoffed at his words, a bitter laugh emitting from your throat. âi gave you a hard time because you tried to apprehend me before the asshole that started it!â
both of them ignored you, leaving you to sit uncomfortably in the main office while bryan, the newest rookie in the department, got your paperwork together. âuhmâ do you have anyone you could call? it looks like youâre going to stay the night in here..â he looked almost scared as he broke the news to you, his eyes blinking rapidly as you shot daggers at him from where you sat. âare you pulling my leg?â you narrowed your gaze, âthereâs no way in hell iâm spending the night here.â you shook your head, hopping onto your feet. just then, topper came in and sat you back down.
âiâm already in the shit house with rafe for manhandling you last time, donât make me do it again.â speaking of rafe.. âyouâre not scaring anybody, topper.â you used his first name against him, catching him off guard. âwhereâs sheriff cameron, anyways? iâm sure heâd love to know that you havenât fixed my skirt since iâve gotten here. i think the new boy has already stolen a peek at my underwear.â bryanâs eyes widened at your words. âi havenât, miss, i swear!â topper glanced over at him with irritation evident on his face. âsheâs fuckinâ with you kid, jesus.â
dragging you up by your arm, topper lead you to the back where the holding cells were. âitâs a shame youâre wearing nearly nothing,â he shoved you inside, âitâs gets pretty cold in here.â you cursed under your breath when he finally uncuffed you, your fingers itching to punch him square in the mouth. he watched as you adjusted your denim mini skirt, his eyes trailing down your bare legs. âyouâre a mystery, yâknow.. âway too young to be acting up like this.â if you had a penny for every time someone brought up your age, youâd have enough money to leave this shitty town and never look back.
âand youâre just annoying.â you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest before sitting at the edge of the cold steel bed. you shouldâve been used to the discomfort by now, considering youâre here at least once a month, but you still couldnât help but shiver at the harsh contact. âi need to talk to sheriff cameron. i shouldnât even be here.â topper walked out of the cell, locking it shut behind him. âyeah, well heâs not on duty tonight. my pal finally scored himself a date.â he laughed. you felt your stomach twist at his words. not a damn thing was funny. âwhat did you say?â your voice was barely above a whisper when you looked up at him and met his eyes.
âyeah,â he nodded, âme and the department decided weâd stitch him up with ms. belle, she teaches the childrenâs sunday school down at the church.â he winked. your leg was bouncing now, your chest heaving with anger as your eyes brimmed with tears. âwho knows, maybe after tonight theyâll be the newlyweds of the town.â you looked down at your feet before topper could question anything, your nails digging crescents into the palm of your hand. once you heard the heavy metal door slam shut, you covered your mouth with your hand as tight as you could and screamed.
rafe was so scared of what people would think of you two, he never showed you affection in public, let alone take you out on a proper date, yet here he was; willingly taking someone else. no matter how many times you told him you didnât care about what anyone thought, he insisted that it was for your own good that no one saw you running around with a man who was much older than you were. the people of this town were far too judgmental to just accept something like what you and rafe had. figuring it was pointless to use your one free phone call, you settled into the hard surface before curling up and shivering yourself to sleep.
ây/n..â it was the next morning, and you were far from letting go of the information you found out last night. ây/n, youâre free to go.â your eyes were open as rafe patted your back lightly, his touch only fueling you with pent up anger. turning around, you shoved his hand away, your eyes bloodshot from crying so much. âdonât touch me again,â you hissed, ânot ever.â rafe sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as you got up on sore legs. âi had to stay here all because you were too busy with someone else!â you spat, shoving him again except this time in his chest.
âhey, you stop that!â he said through gritted teeth, shooting up to his feet before backing you up against the cement wall. âi hate you!â you whispered, attempting to get out of his grip. your efforts were deemed useless of course, your strength being nothing compared to his. âno you donât.â he pinned your wrists down by your sides. he hated when you said shit like that, then again he knew you had every right to feel the way you did. nothing about your shared arrangement was fair, especially for you. âi went on that date for the sake of getting everyone off of my back, alright? it didnât mean a thing.â
you laughed, avoiding his heated gaze. âwell surely it meant something, because you agreed. you agreed and got ready and dressed nicely for her. you fixed your hair, you shaved, you put on your best smelling cologne and you picked her up. donât you dare tell me it didnât mean nothing when you put in that much effort.â rafe blinked, his nostrils flaring as he cupped your chin and forced you to look at him. âit didnât mean a thing.â he repeated. you stared at him, reading his eyes as best as you could. âsure.â to say you were hurt would be an understatement.
âi mean it,â he started, âi did it for appearances. iâve never been married, i donât have any children. people talk around here, y/n, and just recently did i hear something about us both. people are catching onto your âget out of jailâ free card, and you could only imagine what their reasoning for that was.â he grimaced, recalling the disgusting words filtering the air of the diner where he drank his morning coffee. while the claims werenât completely false, his said intentions couldnât be more wrong. ârafe,â you glared at him, âi. donât. care.â not wanting to rile you up any further, he let go of you before you could get the bright idea to knee him in his manhood.
âyou know.. how do you think i feel when i have to see you around here kissing jj fuckinâ maybank, and i canât do shit about it, huh? how do you think i feel when i see him have his hands all over you? you think i like that shit?â you rolled your eyes, about to step out of the open cell before he shut it closed. âwhy do you do that? why do you get joy out of pissing me off?â rafe caged you between his arms, his gun holster digging into your hip.
âfirst of all, iâm keeping up appearances just like you.â you stood up on your tippy toes, pecking his cheek before you placed your lips right next to his ear. âand secondly; you only act like you care about me when iâm all over someone else. itâs either that or i have to get into legal trouble just to get you to myself. so you try to imagine what that makes me feel like.â you pulled him close by the buckle of his belt, his large hands finding your hips as he towered over you. âdo i really have to go to jail just to get a kiss?â rafe leaned down, his lips finally taking your own. he groaned at the taste of you, your cherry lipgloss still sticky with its sweetness.
you two stayed kissing like this until he grew rock solid in his pants, the buckle of his belt not being the only thing poking your tummy. âi donât want you with any other women. i canât take it.â rafe nodded, his bottom lip shining with your gloss. âyou have my word, sweetheart. iâll set aside time for us to be together, i promise.â his sheriffâs hat tipped to the side, revealing his buzzed scalp. âbut if i see you with that maybank kid iâll have to lock him up for good.â you smiled, your red nails raking down his buff arms. âyes, sir.â rafe cursed at the nickname as he glanced down at the digital watch on his wrist.
âi got about an hour to spare..â you hummed at his words, palming him through his pants.
âwell what are we waiting for?â
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Warnings âş faceclaims. Part 1. Slow burn, some slight romance with Hyojin (but Mingi is still the main love interest).
Plot âş you begin to learn just how obsessive Mingi is
Words to know âş maknae (ë§ë´) â youngest. Hyung (í) â a term a younger male with call an older male.
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Four Years Ago
âTheyâre going to add another member. To fill a gap, they feel that you guys another need main vocalist.â
When Dawon had told Mingi and the others that, it was like hell broke loose. They all couldnât believe that the company really believed they werenât good enough, after all that training.
Hyojin, however, didnât see the problem with it. He could actually understand where the company was coming fromâeven if he did hate them for other reasons.
He didnât think the others couldnât sing but there was something he felt was missing. A more mature voiceâsultry heâd say.
Which was why when everyone met you, he could understand why the company put you in the group. You were the package deal, minus rapping, but that was okay. And while heâd never tell Yohan, you were a much better leader than he could ever be.
So he was a bit upset for you when the other members were set on ignoring you.
The group was finally filming for their debut single. It was a school boy concept, young love and all that. Hyojin didnât care too much about that. As long as the song was good and he wasnât forced to make garbage music, he was fine.
âOkay, guys, weâre going to do pairs for this shot,â Gaeul said, getting the boys attentions. âThe director said the pairs donât matter. So, you guys can pick.â
Hyojin didnât have to put two and two together that it would get awkward fast if they got to who would be forced to pair with you.
So, he eagerly stood up from his seat, âIâll pair with (Name)-Ssi.â He said, fixing the tie to his uniform. He ignored the glances the others gave him as he looked over at you.
You were staring at him with a shocked face before a wide grin pulled on your lips, âOkay.â
Hyojin smiled slightly. He moved to follow you to the shooting area when he caught a glimpse of Mingi. His eyes widen as he saw Mingi staring at him as if he wanted to murder him. The boy was picking at his pants as he glared at him.
Who knew someone so young could make such a scary face?
Though he didnât understand why Mingi seemed so angry? Did he.. want to pair with you?
That didnât make any senseâhe didnât exactly talk to you.
Oh well, Hyojin had other things to worry about.
He was a bit awkward for the camera so he wasnât having the best of time filming. The amount of times the director told him to not look like heâs having a war flashback was too many to count.
The set was a bedroom, stuff randomly around. This director had wanted it to feel a bit more real and only gave you and Hyojin the direction to act like students who were discussing how to confess to their crush.
Hyojin didnât know how the fuck he was supposed to do that but you seemed to understand.
Once the camera began to roll, you basically stole the scene with ease. Acting cute seemed like second nature to you. Hyojin just followed whatever you did, letting you lead him.
Just as the scene was about to end, you both sat on the bed as you opened a fake note. Hyojin leaned in to see that there was a little stick figure drawing, causing him to crack a slight smile.
He glanced over and felt himself freeze, your face close to his. You were staring at him with eyes he couldnât really describe. A soft gaze as a slight smile pulled on your lips.
Did they put lipstick on yourâ
âCut!â
âGreat job, guys!â Gaeul said, walking over to you two. You easily pulled away as Hyojin tried to think about what just happened.
âThanks for pairing with me, Hyojin-Ssi.â You said, smiling at him. The rest of the sentence didnât need to be said.
âI wanted to pair with you⌠uhm, you donât need to speak so politely with me.â He said, deciding to bridge the gap.
Your eyes widen before you eagerly nodded, âokay. Call me Hyung then, Jinnie.â
Jinnie?
Oh man, you were too cute.
Gaeul coughed, clapping her hands together, âgreat, you two are cute! But câmon, you guys need to film a quick video for the vlog the Dawon is making.â
You and Hyojin joined the other members back in the dressing room. Dawon was holding a camera as he motioned for the group to stand up and start the intro. You stood in the middle as Hyojin stood on your left while a disgruntled Yohan on your right.
It seemed like Yohan wouldnât like you at all⌠or anyone besides Hyojin for that matter.
Every member immediately got their camera ready persona on as you smiled, ready to start the introduction when someone stopped you.
âAh, Hong (Name)-Ssi, you shouldnât smile, itâll go against the boyfriend image we have for you,â one of the producers said, causing you to freeze.
Another one hummed in agreement, âand maybe angle your head a bit to left, your face looks better on camera that way.â
Gaeul let out a grunt, âuh, thanks⌠but Iâm his manager.. I can handle the group.â
âWell, handle him better.â
You ignored the questioning stares the members gave you as you dropped your smile. Hyojin wanted to say something back but he was a rookieâhe had no power over the people funding their debut.
He could only watch as the light in your eyes practically went out from their berating. From that moment, he could easily tell there was a different set of standards you had to meet compared to the others.
From then on, he was going to help you, in anyway he can.
Thatâs why heâs your favorite⌠right?
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You wanted to die.
At age twenty five you came like a teenage boy right in front of your maknae.
How embarrassing.
You grabbed your pillow and let out a loud scream, wanting to just close your eyes and never wake up. Mingi was taking a shower and you were scared heâd come into your room later.
There was no way in hell you wanted to see him again tonight.
Maybe tomorrow.
Or a few weeks.
You glanced over at your phone and stared at it for a few minutes. Maybe some posts from those freaky Miras would make you appreciate life again. Or something like that. Whatever bullshit idea you could come up with to justify you still going to the NSFW side of your fandom.
Now that you knew about the rise of gay/bisexual men into you, you wondered if you could find any.
Your biggest fan account, itsokokok had recently posted so decided to see if maybe they were congregating in the replies.
The new three posts of today was from three hours ago. It was from three different album promotions.
The first was from debut: it was a short clip of you in the music video. Your duo scene with Hyojin. You didnât remember just how cute you acted in it, really playing up the teen boy being in love.
You checked the comments, many filled with people that werenât Miras. Most of it was just guys saying you were really cute but in a natural way.
Second was of your performance from⌠pre debut? Huh, how did they find this? You looked to be maybe fifteenâa performance from your high schoolâs talent show. The video was of you dressed in a suit and tie performing A.D.T.O.Y by 2pm.
Quite the song for fetus you to be performing but hey, none of the adults stopped you.
It seemed the comments did have morals and mostly just complimented your ability to sing and dance at the same time. Though a few wanted you to preform the dance now⌠probably to thirst over you.
Lastly, the third video was one year old, a short clip of the music video for your second to last comeback. You didnât know how they could thirst over this but you clicked on the video.
You were wet in the video, standing in front of a swimming pool. Dressed in a white button up and black slacks. The white shirt was stuck to your skin as you delivered your line, tugging at the loose tie around your neck.
At the time, you didnât find the whole aspect of being wet on camera a bad thing. The song was about drowning in your feelings so being wet made sense.
Though you now regretted it.
@bluemuuun
âł need him bad⌠donât even know his name
@hanniesmira
âł you donât know Miracle?! Hong (Name) from Miracle? Dude youâre missing out, they have great songs
@bluemuuun
âł Iâm not even into kpop, I just want to fuck him ă
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@slipslickk
âł he looks good wetâI need one of his members to fuck him on stage already pls
@dohasflatass
âł wonder if Min collapsed after seeing (Name) during shooting ă
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@hanniesmira
âł knowing min, he probably threatened anyone who stared for too long ă
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@hyunkikii
âł Mrcle definitely take turns on his ass, got a phatty for real
@hyoojinie
âł his gaze into the camera is so slutty
Just as you were about to log out, you came across an older post itsokokok posted. It was of your early debut. One of the stage performances. It followed you dancing with a stoic face right when it was your center turn until it was Yohanâs turn.
As soon as the main camera was off you, a wide smile pulled on your lips as you danced along. Whenever it was your turn to sing, you immediately dropped the smile.
You were mostly following the orders the company gave you. Being the stoic boyfriend.
Nowadays you stopped caring but back then you were so scared of being taken out of the group that you followed whatever the company told you.
The comments were filled with comments of Miras, a few stating they missed this side of you. If only they knew that it wasnât the real you. You scrolled through the comments before seeing one by itsokokok himself.
He was responding to someone saying they loved you when acted stoic, and hating this new âfakeâ you.
â then you donât know the true him
You sat up, staring at the comment for a moment. Itsokokok didnât seem to really comment. He had little to none captions and just posted once everyday at random times, possibly whenever he was free. It wasnât even anything too crazy but the comment oddly felt like he knew you?
Well, probably not. He mightâve just noticed that you were putting on an act due to your pre-debut activities. It was a drastic difference if you paid any attention.
Speaking of, how did he find any of your pre-debut stuff? You tried to think if you maybe posted them yourself or maybe your classmates or something.
Maybe your mom? She loved posting videos of your performances on her Instagram. She even gained a lot of followers because of it. Her account was basically a fan account at this point.
He mightâve just found the pre-debut performances she posted, itâs not like sheâs hiding it.
You shrugged. It wasnât too creepy. He seemed to actually appreciate you.
And thatâs all you can really ask for in a fan.
âHyung.â
You blushed and quickly turned off your phone. Mingi stepped into your room, rubbing at his face as he got on your bed. You simply watched him get comfortable before glancing over at you.
âYouâre so stiff.â He said, a slight smirk on his lips. âAre you scared Iâll eat you in your sleep?â
âMingi!â You bristled, quickly turning off your lamp as you got underneath your covered. You kept your back to him as you tried to drown out his laugh.
It was silent after a minute. You glanced back to see him fast asleep. That was fast.
Staring at him, you wondered how much heâs changed. He wasnât seventeen anymore.
Maybe he really did love youâŚ
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âSolo activity?â
Your group mates were looking at you in shock. It had been almost a month since Gaeul had told you about your change in marketing and now the company finally has something for you. Your solo stage.
They were all in your apartment, getting comfy on the couch when you suddenly came out ready to leave. Everyone had been practicing daily for the comeback that they had planned for a relaxed day today.
âYeah.â You said, feeling a bit nervous. âDid.. Dawon Hyung forget to tell you guys?â
âOh, yeah, he did.â Yohan muttered.
âI didnât think youâd actually do it.â Doha said, glancing back at the tv. You wanted to ask what he meant by that but then Yohan delivered a swift kick to Dohaâs shin.
âHave you been practicing before us then?â Kihyun suddenly asked. âYouâre already prepared to perform it?â
âMhm⌠Iâve been practicing daily after our recording sessions.â You bit your lip. âItâs an easy song to learn.â
âAh okay,â Yohan said, speaking for the others who were just staring at you. âDo you want one of us to come with?â
âComeâ? Uh, uhm.â Your eyes gazed at them in disbelief. They wanted to come? Why did it feel like they were attached to your hip these days?
Mingi rolled his eyes, coming out from the kitchen. â(Name) Hyung doesnât need someone with him. Heâs not a baby.â
âYouâre just jealous he might not choose you,â Doha shot back, smirking at the deadly glare Mingi sent his way.
âAh, I guess I could bring one of you guys,â you said, causing them to perk up immediately. Their eyes stared right into your soul. You felt your hands sweat as you tried to think about who to choose.
No way would you choose Mingi⌠he was making you uncomfortable these days. The way he gazes at you like youâre his entire world is insane!
Yohan would be too annoying.
Kihyun would be a bit awkward.
Doha was being annoying to Mingi and you didnât want reward his behavior.
Your gaze narrowed in on Hyojin. His eyes met yours as a slight grin pulled on his lips. Thatâs all he needed as he stood up with a triumphant smile. The others immediately groaned and shook their heads in annoyance.
Hyojin moved to follow you out the door when Mingi suddenly grabbed his arm. You almost yelled at Mingi for his aggressive behavior but Hyojin didnât look shocked at all.
Mingi whispered something while Hyojin rolled his eyes.
âChildish.â He said, shaking his head. âDonât worry, I wonât touch whatâs yours. You should worry about Yohan Hyung instead.â
âWhat? Yah, what are you talking about?!â Yohan yelled, glancing over at Mingi.
You stood there mouth agape. Mingi didnât⌠no way he wouldnât.. Hyojin grabbed your hand before you could properly spiral and lead you out of the apartment.
Just what the hell was Mingiâs problem?
Hyojin didnât see you romantically, what is he worrying about?
Once you reached the music show, you were quickly dressed in an outfit to match the song you were performing. It was business casual, apparently.
Hyojin sat on the couch as the stylist helped you get dressed. He was silent for the most part, tapping away on his phone. It was another reason why you chose him. He wasnât an annoying little shit like the rest of them.
âJinnie,â you called, fixing the fake glasses on your face. âHow does Hyung look?â
It took a minute before he finally glanced up. His eyes widen as he took you in. You were dressed in a white button up, sleeves rolled up with a loose black tie. Black slacks with sleek black dress shoes.
âIt reminds me of something I wore before,â you laughed, tugging at the tie as you looked over at him.
Hyojin coughed, the tip of his ears getting red as he mutely nodded. âMhm⌠you make it so hard, Hyung.â
âHm?â You tilted your head, walking over to him as you plopped down beside him on the couch.
âI think Mingi will be upset if I told you⌠but everyone in the group has.. liked you.â
âLiked me? LikeâŚâ
âRomantically.â Hyojin said, smiling slightly. âBut Mingi had stronger feelings for you.â
âSo what⌠did he.. did he tell you guys to back off or something?â You asked, still reeling from the fact your members liked you. The thought seemed ludicrous!
âYeah.â Hyojin said bluntly. âSomething like that.â
You raised an eyebrow, âwhat did he do?â
âSecret.â
âHyojin.â
âMhmmm, I canât remember.â
You glared at him as he went back to his phone. âI donât understand. You guys really liked me..? How? Why?â
Hyojin shrugged. âI donât know about the rest of them.. but I just liked you for you. But it wasnât the strongest feelings.â
The strongest⌠You briefly wondered about Kihyun. Maybe he had stronger feelings for Kihyun?
But before you could ask, a staff member called for you. Hyojin gave you a thumbs up as you got up and left.
While you were nervous, you werenât exactly nervous to preform on stage alone. Youâve always performed alone before debuting in Miracle.
The month you spent practicing for the song was a breeze. It was a song that took inspiration from a past song you composed. The choreographer didnât go all out with the dance.
Though what you were really nervous about was if people would actually care.
What if the so called growing interest in you deflated immediately?
You shook your head, walking onto stage. A group of six dancers followed you. The crowed actually cheered a bit when you came on. There was a few Miracle lightsticks. But immediately, a group of male voices rung out in the building.
Everyone seemed shocked at how loud they were, even the dancers as they got into position. You couldnât help but grin and eagerly wave at them.
âęˇěŹ! âĄâĄâĄâĄ!â
âThank you!â You said into your mic, laughing at the immediate screams from the crowd. You walked to your position, letting the dancers grab your waist as they pulled you to sit on two of their armsâa makeshift throne.
The lights dimmed as you got ready to perform. You tried to remember all the times you performed alone and channeled the energy of younger you.
While you would dance, you would focus mostly on having great vocals. This song was a taste into the title track, you needed to show a great intro.
The performance started with a slight hiccup when the back track started before you but you continued as if nothing happened. It allowed for your vocals to truly show anyway.
The major part of the song that seemed to get most of the crowd excited was when one of the dancers grabbed your tie and tugged you towards him. You couldnât help the slight blush during that part, feeling oddly excited over it as well.
Was this a kink?
You ended the oddly homoerotic song with the dancers kneeling in front of you, your hand digging into one of the menâs hair.
Cheers erupted as soon as you were finished. You felt excited, hearing mostly male voices scream your name. The dancers immediately stood up and grabbed you, lifting you up in the air as you shrieked in shock. Your arms immediately wrapped around one of their shoulders at the sudden movement.
If only you knew just how angry this little action would make a certain someone.
The drive home felt long for some reason. Hyojin was on his phone so you decided to check how Miras were doing.
Not too surprising, not that many Miras talked about the performance. However non fans were praising it. Itsokokok had posted.
It was three posts, seems like he had a pattern. The first was of your recent performance. A short video of the moment when the dancer pulled your tie. Your face didnât hide any of the hidden pleasure you got from that short moment.
During practice, the pull was never harsh so it really did shock you when he tugged it harder this time around.
Of course, the comments were filled with people thirsting. Mostly non fansâgay men in particular. The same Miras that actually liked you were thirsting over you while also gushing at how you finally had a solo activity.
Shocker, the NSFW side that talked about your members fucking you actually appreciated you.
The next post was of a pre-debut one. This time, it was a nineteen year old you preforming an original song. It was the song the company used to create the solo song you just preformed.
Most of the comments didnât seem to notice this at all. You were mainly shocked the account owner even found this clip.
Lastly, it was a clip from the groupâs occasional vlog. From the setting, it was of the time the group was planning Mingiâs nineteenth birthday. You were kneeling down as you picked something up.
The camera was just on you as you arched your back by pure instinct. You donât even remember doing that. A laugh was heard from the camera man, you quickly noticed it was Yohan filming before video you looked back and glared at Yohan.
âGo do something useful!â You had yelled, âMinnieâs party has to be good. I wonât let you ruin it.â
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Before you could read the rest, the van reached the apartment complex. You and Hyojin left as you got inside. Hyojin waved you good night before going into his shared apartment with Kihyun.
You wondered back to his claim of the members all liking you.
That just didnât make any sense.
As you moved to unlock the door to your apartment, it swung open, showing a pissed Mingi.
Fuck.
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âHow was the performance?â
Hyojin glanced over at Kihyun. He had just walked in and was set on just speed walking straight to his bedroom. Kihyun was sitting in the couch and didnât look away from the tv.
âIt was good, Hyung is a good performer.â Hyojin muttered, slipping off his shoes. He slipped off his coat and slowly walked over to the living room.
âYeah, he is.â
âWell⌠Iâll go to bedââ
âHyojin.â
Hyojin sighed, looking back at Kihyun. Kihyun was finally looking over at him. His piercing gaze made his back tense. The slight hums of the tv filled the odd tension as Hyojin fought the urge to just walk away. It was too late to be dealing with this.
âAre you⌠still upset about what I said this morning?â Kihyun finally said, his gaze softening.
âWhy wouldnât I be?â
Kihyun stood up from the couch as he walked over to Hyojin. âI didnât think it would upset you⌠I thought you were over him.â
Hyojin felt his jaw tighten, âyou mightâve gotten over Hyung easily but I actually liked him. I liked him a lotâI only backed off because Mingi was right, (Name) Hyung would never see me romantically.â
âSo⌠whatâs the problem? Arenât weâ?â
ââdating?â Hyojin pinched his nose before letting out a sigh. âI donât know, are we? You only want to have sex, nothing else. Even if we are âdatingââI wonât allow you to speak about my past feelings as if they were trivial.
â(Name) Hyung is an important part of my life, especially because heâs still here. Itâd be different if he wasnât around anymore. So Iâm sorry, Hyung, my feelings for (Name) Hyung wasnât some three second attraction like yours⌠If two years ago, (Name) Hyung had returned my feelings in anyway⌠Iâd never have gotten with you.â
Kihyun sighed, âI didnât mean it that way, Hyojin⌠I didnât realize you had liked him that much. Iââ
âHyung.â Hyojin interrupted him. âCome back to me once you figure out if you want to be boyfriends or just fuck buddies. Iâm not breaking myself over another guy.â
With that, he walked into his room, slamming the door shut.
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Mingi immediately tugged you inside and glared at you. âWhat type of solo stage was that?â
âWhat do you mean?â You asked, moving to walk to your room. Mingi was already following you as you tried to keep yourself calm.
You were older! Youâre the group leader⌠he needs to.. he canât treat you like this.
Especially over a simple performance.
âHyung.â Mingiâs voice was tight. âWeâve never performed a song like that beforeâthe company never allowed it.â
âWell theyâre just trying something new with me. Theyâve finally noticed a group of people they can advertise me to. I can..â you placed your bag on your bed and sighed, âI can gain some fans that actually care about me.â
âFans? Is that all you care about? What about the music?â
âMingi, obviously I care about the music!â You said, staring at him as he stood in your doorway. âBut itâs normal to want positive feedback from sharing your art! You get it all the time, Iâve seen how Miras react to you.â
âSo what, youâll feed into the silly relationship the company uses to get peopleâs money?!â
You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. âMingi, itâs not that serious. Iâve always wanted to do a sexy concept anywayâno one forced me.â
As you glanced back at him, any anger you had tempered down. You couldnât be mad at himânot for long anyway. âI get it⌠youâre just worried but I consented to everything.â You muttered, hoping that would calm him down.
âSo you consented to be whored out for some fans that only like you because they want to fuck you?â
You blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
A laugh left your lips as you stared straight at Mingi.
âChoi Mingi.â You whispered, your gaze hardening as your fists clenched. The words you wanted to say was in the tip of your tongue and if you werenât so angryâyou wouldâve held back.
But you didnât.
âRemember your place.â You said, walking over to him. âI am your Hyung, not your boyfriend. Iâm not yours and you canât act so possessive over me, do you understand? I donât know what you told the others but itâs not your right to tell them to back off.â
âYouâ?â
âYes I know! Iâm not your boyfriend and I wonât ever be your boyfriend!â You yelled, pushing Mingi out of your room, causing him to bang his head right against the wall. He stared at you in shock as you froze. Any anger you had was gone as you wanted to rush and check if he was okay.
But you couldnât.
You shouldnât.
You cleared your throat as you glanced down at the ground. Your throat felt tight. âChoi Mingi, I donât think you really love me⌠because if you did, you wouldnât have insulted me to my face.â
A pained whimper left your throat as you quickly looked away from Mingi. âIâll go⌠spend tonight with Hyojin. Donât.. donât bother me.. please.â You whispered, moving to leave as quickly as you could.
A hand gripped your arm before you could even step an inch away. Your body tensed as you waited to see what Mingi would say. He didnât feel like that boy you knew⌠how much had he changed?
You reluctantly glanced back to see what he was going to say only to see him kneel down. Your eyes widen as he pressed his head against the floor, hands resting on the ground.
âěŁěĄíŠëë¤. ěŁěĄíŠëë¤, í.â
âMingiâŚâ You whispered. You slowly knelt down and gripped at Mingiâs shoulders, pushing to make him sit up but he fought against you. He kept repeating himself, his words slowly being muffled by the sound of his gasps.
âMingi. Choi Mingi.â With his refusal to look up, you decided to try a different method. âIâll leave.. Iâll go to Hyojin if you donât look at me.â
You got whiplash at how quick he looked up. Your gaze softening at the sight of his face. His eyes were red as tears streamed down his face, his face blotchy and red already. He kept gasping for air as if crying so hard was taking his breath away.
Despite yourself, you remembered the only other time he cried so hard in front of you.
âChildish. You really are childish.â You whispered, wiping away at his face. His body physically loosened at your touch as he leaned into it. Though you could tell he wasnât coming any closer, even if his hands twitched to touch you.
It didnât look like he was in the capacity to speak so you decided to do it for him.
âIâm upset, Mingi. Iâm so upset you would hurt me like this. Were you jealous? Why would you say that about me?â
Mingi shook his head.
âThen why did you say that? What could you have possibly meant?â
âScared..â he managed to mutter, taking a second to take a deep breath. âYouâre⌠older⌠Iâm⌠younger⌠the.. dancer⌠older⌠what if⌠what if you want an older manâŚ? What if⌠youâll leave me⌠because heâs better..â
You blinked, staring at him confusion. âMingi, thatâs so silly.â You whispered, cooing when he tried to glare at youâit didnât pack a punch with his face wet with tears. âYou were insecure and thatâs okay⌠but that was not the way to go about it. Are you scared that⌠Iâll leave you if I get more fans?â
He hummed. âYou⌠might⌠leave the group.â
âWhy would I? You have solo activities but you donât want to leave the group. I can have solo activities too. I like our group. Youâre really acting your age, Mingi.â
That seemed to be the wrong thing to say as he immediately began to try and pull away. You pulled him back in quickly as you brought his face to yours.
âNext time, if youâre feeling a certain way, you can.. voice it? Instead of talking down on me, okay?â You said, giving him a slight smile. âBut Iâm happy you immediately apologized. I didnât think you would do that.â
Mingi sniffled, finally sitting up straight. âItâs because Iââ
You clamped his mouth shut, a blush on your face. Mingi only rolled his eyes. Even when he was sad he had the strength to roll his eyes. Wow.
Despite yourself, the previous anger wasnât as strong anymore. You didnât think you would be so easy to forgive but you were. Was it because he apologized? He seemed so sincere that you knew it wasnât a jokeâMingi canât cry on command, heâs tried many times.
Surprisingly only Kihyun could.
He⌠he really loved you?
âMinnie,â you said, unable to hide the smile at his eager gaze from hearing his nickname. âIs it true⌠that you told the other members to back off?â
Mingi frowned before he silently nodded.
âWhyâŚ.?â
He pulled your hand away from his mouth as he looked away. âThey didnât love you like I do. It was just simple infatuationâŚâ
âHow could you be so sure?â
Mingi raised an eyebrow, âHyung, Iâve trained with them since I was fourteen⌠Iâve known them longer than you do. Besides, itâs not like they fought me on it⌠well not all of them.â
âAll of themâŚ? DidâŚ?â
âOne person disagreed.â
âWho?â
âSecret.â
âMingi.â
âAh, I canât really remember.â
âYou and Hyojin are the same, little shits.â You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. âBut still, that was wrong of you. You shouldnât mess with anyone elseâs feelings.â
Mingi looked as if he wanted to talk back but simply nodded. âOkay⌠it was two years ago anyway.â
âTwo years ago?â
âMhm. On my nineteenth birthday.â
âAh.â
You wanted to ask more but it looked like Mingi was done talking. He rubbed at his eyes as he began wiping at his tear stained face. While you werenât angry anymore, you still werenât exactly so forgiving without any work on Mingiâs part.
âMinnie,â you said, watching as he perked up. âIâm still mad⌠so you canât touch me at all for a month.â
His eyes widen as he stared at you as if you just told him his parents died in a plane crash. His lips wobbled as a pained grunt left him, he was obviously trying to plead a case but the rational part of him knew not to push it.
He looked as if heâd cry again.
You only smiled. âPunishment for calling your Hyung a whore. I think Iâm being quite nice, donât you think?â
Mingi squared his jaw. âYes, HyungâŚâ
âGood boy.â You whispered, smirking at his pained expression. âYou canât sleep with me tonight, unless you want to sleep on the floor. Night, Minnie.â
Mingi was going to have a tough month.
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â who is this???
â he sounds so good??
â wish I could pay attention to the lyrics but his ass is distracting me
â ëë°! He sounds so stable
â I found his group performances!!! Why is he so underrated??
â does he have any other solo work?
â my dick hard
â the group sings so well, Iâll tune in for their comeback!!
â his photo cards are cheap!! Iâll buy a dozen ă
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Three years ago
Mingi was confused. He saw so many fan accounts for other members. Way too many for himselfâhe didnât get what was so special about him. But little to none accounts solely for you. The group had debuted a year ago, surely someone likes you enough to create an account?
He sighed, scrolling through the lists of popular Miras accounts. Why werenât they praising you? You were the best, a great singer, dancer, and leader.
Was it because you didnât fit the Korean beauty standards?
How stupid.
Mingi didnât care about what fans thought of him so long as they liked the musicâbut it seemed to bother you that no one was giving you any attention.
So, he decided to rectify that.
It took him a minute but he soon figured out how to create an account.
He chose his profile pictureâa picture from the groupâs season greetings, one where you had frosting on your nose as you smiled at the camera.
Heâd never use social media before so his generic names for the account were all taken. He didnât know what else to name the stupid account as, it was just so he could post pictures and videos of you.
After a short break before he mentally crashed out, he decided on a different name.
Itsokokok
It was a lyric from the groupâs debut title track. Your first line of the song. Not many people would probably know but that was fine with him. The account was honestly mainly for him.
He didnât know what his first post should be so he decided on a picture he took of you. Luckily he had posted it on the groupâs Instagram so no one would think anything of it. It was a candid photo, you were looking up from your phone because he had called your name. You looked so cute despite how tired you were.
His first ever picture of you was his first ever post.
Shit, he was down bad.
no smut this time, sorry yall, but chapter three will give yall whatâs deserved, next week Friday. Trying something different with this OC. Anyway, next chapter, heâs about to get freaky. Also can you guess who was the member that refused Mingiâs request? ;)
ěŁěĄíŠëë¤ â is the most formal way to say sorry in Korean
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there are days that it is hard, and unfair, and some horrible part of me wishes i could have been born in a different world. i love being queer, i hate how others react to it. when i first came out at 15, my mom whispered: please don't say that. your life would be so much harder.
it is harder.
it is also a tuesday, walking my dog. we are both skiving off of work, and yes both of us have dyed hair and pronouns. mine is patchy - it was my first time trying bleach; i didn't have enough. theirs is a resilient toadstool green. a little girl comes up to us and asks um, excuse me? is your hair real? 'cause jason says you're a fairy.
it is sunday brunch, all of us talking over each other, overfull on love. she is trying out a new name today, and we made her a cake with today's name scrawled in shaky purple letters. she laughs so much she cries and then gets frosting in her hair. someone young at a different table keeps giving us these large, wide eyes: the same look we have all been on the other side of. the kind that says, breathless: wait, is that possible?
it is a half-fight in a supermarket because he loves "dance moms" and says abby's tiktok is funny and meanwhile i think the children in that show should be allowed to sue abby lee miller for child abuse. i tell him that it led to the casual acceptance of child harassment for mainly adult views; and then i am standing, suddenly, in someone else's thrown soda. there's a white lady standing there, furious, saying something about hell-on-earth. i had forgotten i was wearing stuff with pride colors. and then it is this: he had just been casually arguing with me - and within an instant, he squares his shoulders and goes after her like i am his sister
on saturday i sat in a circle while beca played with my hair and we were all over 30 and we laughed about how much happier we are being this old, how much more we appreciate our community. 25 minutes from now, we will be on stage to dance in baggy beige clothing, but for now we look on with envy to the dancers in loud-and-bright buttondowns. where are they getting these shirts! i cry, distraught. everyone laughs. one of our friends has a mushroom witch hat. this would have been cringey in high school, probably. instead we are all delighted with each other; happy just to be here and alive and moving
it's that last week my new friends cried with joy for me when they heard i'm getting top surgery. every so often i have the honor of being the first person someone feels comfortable enough to tell. i'm trying to make long fluttery butterfly wings to wear to pride; but i don't know anything about fabric or dye, so my friends have been sending me their personal advice.
i think in a different poem i would talk about how sometimes you walk into a room and put the mask back on. but i'm sleepy and my whole brain is fuzzy so i think in this one, it's a monday, and my dog and i took a nap on a couch, and i had missed texts from friends. i used to wake up lonely. i think this poem is about walking into a room and seeing someone and just knowing, the way you just-know-sometimes, and then giving them that little smile, and seeing them light up with joy and relief. it is how we always seem to be able to find each other in a crowded room. how we always seem to make friends with each other before even we know-it-to-be-true. it is saying: we're very different people; but i belong to you.
it is harder, yes. but it comes with a built-in family.
#wish this was better written!!! but im sleepy!!#writeblr#pride#lgbt#but for real please help me make these lesbian wings. gonna get the supplies tomorrow . i have#no sewing machine but know how to hand sew#have never done a good job with tie dye so idk why im just runnin with it#ps im specifically going to boston pride next weekend come hang out with me
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Crying bc that could never be me bc I never really had close guy friends when I was young please write a one shot or something of childhood friends y/n and Katsuki of Katsuki being immune to cooties and bringing these tendencies to UA together đ
eeeee i was secretly hoping someone would ask me to talk about this more tehhehehe here you go ! I didnât rlly get what you meant with him carrying the cootie thing to high school so i wrote this around your ask a lil, hope you don't mind ! i tried honoring your request as best i can, hope you enjoy !
fem reader, polar oppositeâs trope except not POLAR oppositeâs cus yn is a little shit on the low, mitsuki favoritism lol, mitsuki and katsuki arguing n bein sassy, katsuki gets embarrassed, mitsuki is mischievous, katsuki calling his mother old, yn calls mitsuki âmissâ, pure fluff honestly, say it with me CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE WOHOOOO, mentions of making out n kissing, established relationship, cooties lol, lemme know if i missed sum else <3 !!
katsuki wants to do one of three things right now : dissapear, sink into the floor or dieâand the more he hears his old hag babbling on and on to you with a familiar photo album in her lap, the more he's starting to find the all three options tempting.
" oh look, this was at you guys' kindergarten graduation ! you were both soooo small, do you remember that ?! "
he hears his mom gush from the other bigger living room couch she's sitting on with you. it's been 15 minutes since you had come over to his house and the plan was for you guys to hang out, watch a movie and get a make out session in before you leave or preferably have you sleep over.
that was the plan, until his old hag came and fucked it up.
15 minutes since she'd dragged you over to the couch and talked your ear off about whatever the fuck moms talk about and you, being the sweetheart that you are, listened patiently the whole time, chatting and giggling out jokes easily. katsuki really, really doesn't know how you do it but he sure as hell respects you for it.
you'd always insisted on being polite with his mom, something about staying in her good graces after you guys had started dating. katsuki thinks that's extremely stupid because his mom has loved you since that day in elementary school when he'd dragged you over to her, his little hand gripping yours tightly and proudly exclaiming you were the one he was gonna marry. you were sweeter and calmer than he was by far and she was immediatly enamoured with you. katsuki's damn near sure she loves you more than she loves him. that in itself isn't the problem. the problem was that she's been hogging you ever since you walked in the door.
usually, katsuki's fast enough to drag you up to his room before she can get her claws in you, but he wasn't fast enough today and that's how he ended up in his current predicament.
" and this one when you came over for christmasâoh, katsuki begged me to let you stay over, you know ? you cannot believe how loud he can get when he doesn't get his way, started rolling around on the floor n' everything ! "
katsuki feels his ears redden the more he listens to this conversation and he wishes so bad for you guys to just fucking go. he could go to his room and avoid this entire conversation in theory, but he'd rather avoid his mom telling you some other embarrassing stories that you absolutely do not need to know about, so he concedes and tries his best to drown the conversation out, scrolling on his phone.
"ou, i have an adorable picture of katsuki in the bath let me findâ"
" DON'T FUCKINâ SHOW HER THAT, HAG ?! " katsuki shrieks, startling you, his mom looks surprised for no more than a milisecond before shooting him a nasty glare unphased by her son's outburst. "what's got you pipin' up now, brat ?" she asks unimpressed.
katsuki practically zooms over and snatches the album away from his mother's grip, shooting her a glare identical to her own. " i'm gonna burn this in your sleep one of these days, i swear. " he grumbles, trudging off to put the album back on one of the shelves of his living room and ignoring his mom wishing him good luck with that. katsuki feels like he's lost a battle when he hears you giggle quietly when he turns away, no doubt his mother had said something about how he was embarrassed to have you see his baby pictures. he vows to get revenge and thinks the best way to start is by throwing this cursed collection of pictures on an open fire. he decides to just put it back on the shelf for now.
â what a spoilsport, am i right ?â mitsuki nudges you with her shoulder and you giggle at what katsuki personally finds a horrible joke. to each their own though, or whatever.
katsuki scoffs to himself. he makes his way back to the couch and stands in front of you both, arms crossed.
âyou done hogginâ my girlfriend now or are you gonna keep yappinâ some more ?â mitsuki scoffs at her sonâs words, wrapping her arms around your frame and pulling you against her tightly when she sees katsukiâs hand creeping towards you, assuming he'd try to pull you away.
â iâm sure you can be patient for a little longer, as hard as i know it is for you.â you hear katsuki scoff out an insult under his breath, mitsuki pays it no mind. âbesides, yn has been enjoyinâ our conversation so far, havenât ya sweetie ?â she asks. you, again, being the sweet thing that you are, happily nod with a smile. mitsuki looks up at her son with a smug look, her expression screams âsee ?â.
â sheâs only agreeinâ cus yer fuckinâ holdinâ her hostage.â katsuki grumbles. he feels his patience dwindling at a pace that should definitely be alarming. he looks at you and feels his heart flutter when you offer him an apologetic smile. his patience returns the slightest bit.
âhostage ? donât be ridiculous katsukiââ then itâs as if a lightbulb goes off, katsuki can practically see it gleaming above her head and he really doesnât like it.
âheâs always been like that yâknow ? all clingyâyou remember that right ?!âthe excitement in her voice becomes more prominent when she sees you nod enthusiastically. katsuki has a strange, foreboding feeling about this.
â i remember heâd constantly want you around holdinâ his hand everywhere. one timeâ" she pauses as she bursts into giggles that, to katsuki, sound more like witch cackles than anything.
âone time you refused to hold his hand because you got scared heâd get cootiesâ she chuckles. katsuki feels his stomach drop.
âbut he said that wouldnât happen because he was too strong to get them !â
fuck patience.
katsuki grabs you and stalks off so fast you feel like youâre floating a little bit. he quickly yells out a âweâre goinâ to my room, donât fuckinâ bother us !â then heâs quickly running up the stairs with you in tow. itâs only when you get to the hallway that leads to his bedroom that he looks back at you. he rolls his eyes when he sees you clearly fighting back a laugh.
âbe quiet.â
âi didnât even say anything yet !â you defend, giggling at the same time. katsuki fights back a smile at the sound.
âyeah, but you were going to and i donât wanna hear it.â he bites. he squeezes your hand afterwards, telling you it was a joke in his own way. in actuality, katsuki could listen to you talk for hours and hours, days on end without getting bored. youâre being a brat right now though, so he wonât tell you that.
you smile at his back as katsuki drags you along muttering to himself about how he ânever shouldâve left you with that old witch for so long.â
âi remember that, yâknow ? the cootie thing.â you admit jokingly. walking up a little faster you catch up to him and walk side by side. he glances at you from the corner of his eye then looks away and scoffs âof course you do.â he groans.
â youâre mom didnât mean to embarrass you, iâm sure.â you try to console him despite still snickering at the memory of his face going beet red after his mom had âexposedâ him. âand it was nice to see those pictures. it felt all...nostalgic.â you reminisce about the summer days youâd spent over the years with your katsuki with a smile. remembering the days of adventures and melting ice cream. of waterparks and bandaged covered knees.
katsuki doesnât make a sound next to you and you think heâs just ignoring you until he speaks again, the scowl on his face threatens to melt away. âthat old bat had it out for me the entire time. sheâs fuckinâ evil incarnate, just doesnât show it to you.â he feels prideful when he hears you laugh âthatâs mean !â you scold through giggles, but his smirk says heâs seen through you. he comes to a stop and backs you up until your back is against the wall.
âyer laughinâ though. not as much of an angel as youâre pretending to be, are ya ?â he teases, leaning in closer to you until your noses brush. you try to fight back the smile that pulls at your mouth but it doesnât work and after a moment youâre giggling again. katsuki swears every time you laugh an angel gets its wings. he steals a sloppy kiss to hear the sound again.
your hands play with the hem of his plain black shirt. heâs handsome, too handsome. his outfit consisted of a plain black t-shirt and some sweatpants yet he still looks like a model and it makes you want to kiss him silly, call it revenge for looking so good.
â iâm not pretending to be anything, definitely not an angel.â you chuckle âunlike you, iâm just being nice.â you stick your tongue at him and he chuckles. rolling his eyes, he scoffs. his warm hands reflexively start running up and down your waist.
âyeah well, thatâs cus unlike me your ass gets to go home. youâd be less nice if you were stuck in here like i am.â you playfully roll your eyes at his dramatics
âi doubt that. besides, miss mitsuki likes me !â
âsheâll get mad at you for callinâ her miss again.â you gasp, quickly clasping your hand over your mouth as if his mom would hear you from here. katsukiâs snort makes you snort as well.
âcâmonâ he urges after a minute, grabbing at your hand and tugging at it âweâre goinâ to my room.â he mumbles out a âfuckinâ finallyâ and you laugh.
then you get an idea.
you suddenly rip your hand from his and katsuki immediately stops dead in his tracks to stare back at you like you had just insulted him. you let out a tiny snort at his expression.
âthe hell are you doinâ ?â
you clasp your hands behind your back and sigh, even looking down at the floor sadly for extra dramatic effect âwe canât risk it, suki.â
âhah ?â katsuki fully turns to you, slowly starting to grow worried at your sudden shift in attitude. âwhatâre you talking about ?â
âi mean..if we hold hands..â you slowly look up at him, revealing your shit eating grin âyou might get cooties..â
katsuki looks at you for about 15 seconds with an incredulous look on his face and you burst out laughing. heâs definitely one of the most expressive people youâd ever met, so seeing what kind of faces heâll makes next is always fun.
he walks over, grabs your hand and squeezes hard, as punishment you assume. you yelp through giggles.
you hear him let out a disappointment sigh when he turns his back to you and drags you to his room again. you happily follow along behind him like youâd done for years now.
"i really shouldn't have left you with that old hag for so long." he mutters bitterly. you let out a snort and smile to yourself, content that your plan to mess with your boyfriend ended up being succesful. you perk up when he suddenly huffs out a laugh.
" and anyways, i won't be gettin' any cooties. m'too cool for 'em." you laugh out loud and the way he grips your hand a little tighter tells you you don't need to see his face to know he's proud of that.
"what if i have them ?" you challenge in between snickers.
katsuki scoffs dissaprovingly, you can basically see him rolling his eyes despite his back being to you.
"you don't. only losers get cooties. and as far as i know, you're not a loser." he's a little embarrassed because this is reminding him too much of when you were kids and it makes him cringe. when he'd come up with excuses like him being 'too strong' or 'too cool' to get cooties because he just couldn't admit he simply wanted you close. "yer anythin' but." you hear him mumble.
you walk up next to him with a somewhat shy smile "i'm flattered you think of me that way." you confess.
"don't let it get to your head." katsuki quips. you respond by sticking your tongue at him again. he tries to ignore the loud thumping of his heart but it's not going too smoothly for him. his cheeks slowly redden and he looks away from you again, not before shooting you an eyeroll.
"hope you know you owe me extra cuddle time for wastin' it talkin' to my ma." katsuki adds, changing the subject. you smile up at him in response and offer him a sweet 'mhm !'
his mom may have embarrassed the shit out of him, but he figures it wasn't all bad. he's still deadset on destroying that photo album before she ends up showing you that picture of him in the bath, though. he'll think about a plan later but right now he plans to enjoy his cuddle time with you, cootie free.
#thx for the request anon was supa fun to write !!#super fun fact i had to rewrite that last part like 5 times cuz tumblr hates me apparently#super duper fun time !!!!!!#anyways i love him childhood frnds to lvrs katsu 4eva !#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou imagine#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou fluff#katsuki x y/n#katsuki x you#bakugou drabble#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n#bakugo x female reader#bakugo x reader#bakugo x you#bakugo x y/n#katsuki bakugo fluff
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Second Best- Jungkook (part 4)
Summary: Being friends with someone who has your heart itâs already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?
Genre:Â Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel;
Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader
Note: Thank you so much for your love and support <3 If there is any mistakes I'm sorry. Let me know so I can correct it. Lots of love
After being there for a while, lost in his thoughts, he felt an arm around him. He didn't have to look back to know who it was.
âI was looking for you baby. Why did you leave like that? I mean I wasn't expecting it but I- â Jungkook interrupted her Â
âI saw Y/n just a few minutes ago. She told me to tell you she had someone waiting for her outside and she was leaving. Did you two come with anyone else?âÂ
âY/n left? She didnât say anything else? No, we came alone but got apart after. Maybe she followed our steps and decided to get some action for the night. I was starting to worry for her, I mean who doesnât want to get laid once in a while?â Â
Jungkook looked at Sewoon with discuss and took her arm off of him, paid for what he consumed and started to leave without saying anything else. Sewoon grabbed his hand but he quickly took it out. She looked so confused he started to laugh Â
âSewoon I- did you hear yourself back there? What does it matter if she gets laid or not? Why is that even on your mind? Aren't you worried about her? She left alone with someone neither you and I know. Are you-âÂ
âWhy do you care so much Jungkook. Seriously, sheâs an adult. If she left with someone was because she felt safe with that person. Iâm sure she isn't thinking about you or me right now.â she approached him more and touched his buff chest âwhy donât we do the same, hm. Let's leave, enjoy our night together. I missed you and I know you missed me too, let's -âÂ
âIâm not in the mood Sewoon. Honestly i just want to go home. This been a hell of a night and one to forget. Are you staying or want me to drop you off somewhere?â Sewoonâs face changed drastically. From a sweet and seductive expression to one Jungkook wasn't familiar with. He wasn't about to put up with it, so he said his goodbye and left on his motorcycle. Â
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Meanwhile Y/n, after that little fight with Jungkook finally found Lisa resting near a wall outside of the club. âI was wondering if I had to go get youâ âsorry this guy messed with me and then Jungkook stepped in and it was a whole mess and -âÂ
âWait wait, Jungkook? A male name you say?â she teased Y/n while she sighed âyeah like I said long story.â They started walking until they reached Lisa's car and got in, when she asked âdo you wanna go to mine? Drink some wine, eat a lot of crappy food while you tell me all about this jungkook and what Sewoon has to do with it.â Lisa didnât have to wait for Y/nâs answer since her big smile said enough. When they got to her apartment, Y/nâs mouth dropped to the floor. It was such a big and nice apartment, so cozy and simple while hers was so small she could barely move, but was the only thing she could pay for. Â
Lisa went to grab two glasses and some rosĂŠ wine and ordered some Mcdonalds, then they sat on her comfortable white couch and y/n started to explain her situation.Â
âIt happened one day during winter. I had just started working at the coffee shop. It was very rainy and windy so it was almost empty, just two or three clients max. Sana, my work collegue, was on her break and I was organizing the cupcake counter when I saw this beatiful young guy walk in. I froze. I literally panicked Lisa, you have no idea. He was so gorgeous and I was full of flour on my clothes and face and I was alone at the time so i did what I do best, embarass myselfâ Talking about this Y/n could feel it like it was yesterday and smiled so lightly and genuinely. When was the last time this happened, she thought.
âPlease tell me you didnât say any jokes involving flour and cupcakesâ Y/n gave her a tiny slap in the arm and laughed. "Pff who do you think I am? No I didn't do that, I did worse. literally hid myself under the balcony right in front of him, stayed there for a minute until he made a noise with his throat and asked me if I lost something and needed help finding itâ Â
Right there Lisa couldnât control her laughter, placing her glass on the nearest table only to fall on the ground dying of laughter. Once it ceased she grabbed the glass of wine again, taking a few sips âyou are unbelieveable Y/n. Thank you for making me laugh so much today. That happens when you revolve your life around others you know? But please continue don't let me stop you. I like where this is goingâ she mocked again.
Y/n rolled her eyes. Never has she been more embarassed in her life. âYouâre supposed to make me feel betterâ she mumbled. âWell... After that, I got up so quickly that I almost fell. I apologized and said I dropped my earring and was looking for it. The best part? I donât even have holes in my ears. But he didnât say anything about it, pretty sure he noticed I was a nervous mess and dropped it before I could make it any worse. He gave me a big smile so I smiled back, asked him what his order was and then -" Suddenly you were interrupted by a knock on the door. Lisa got up and went to see if it was your order, got back inside with it and after settling everything on the table you started to eat. Never a meal tasted so good.
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A few minutes later Lisa speaks again âback to our convo, what happened? After you took his orderâ. Y/n sighed âyou love to know everything donât you?â she laughed âhe asked for a cupcake and hot chocolate. He was always very kind even when I was being so weird you know? But he got me so nervous I didnât want to have any more interaction with him so I tried to stall until Sana finished her break but she was taking so long and I noticed him taking some glances over, so I knew it had to be me. As I reached his table I tripped, leading me to drop the hot chocolate on him--- Gosh I shouldn't be telling you this. Youâre gonna tease me for the rest of my lifeâÂ
âNo wonder the dude got so hooked on you after. You did quite an introductionâ Lisa said cleaning the tears coming out her eyes from laughing. âPoor guy just wanted a cupcake and ended up getting a burnâ
âDon't even remind me. I thought it was it. I just burned a client and made a mess, I was sure I was gonna be fired. But Jungkook remained so calm, told me he was okay. I helped him and didnât stop apologizing to him, told him I was new in there but that was no excuse so if he wanted to talk to the manager I'd understand and offered to pay any sort of damage. You know what he did? Turns to me and says Iâm cute. I burned him and he called me cute. I lost itâÂ
âHe seems like an amazing guy Y/n. IÂ figure ever since that day he went back to the coffee shop ?â Lisa spoke softlyÂ
âHe did. After that incident I tried to avoid him so bad but he would always ask for me to Sana, leaving me with no other choice. We ended up getting close and I developed a huge crush on him that everyone knew about but himâ Y/n gaze turns sad remembering the day Jungkook and Sewoon met. Â
"So how did he meet Sewoon?â Lisa asked curious. âAt the coffee shop. She passed by to tell me that she got in the agency she wanted and then Jungkook walked in. She knew about him and asked if that was the one Iâve been talking about. Then I went to see what he wanted to get and he asked me about my friend so I introduced them. Didnât expect them to turn out a couple. Not like that . I think I was hoping that Sewoon would refuse, knowing that I had a crush on him and that we were quite close.â
âSo she knew and still went for him? That little bitch. I knew she wasn't as good as she seemedâ Lisa said irritated. âShe asked me. One night she appeared in my house and asked me if I still liked him. I was the one who told her to go for it.â Y/n said with tears already forming in her eyes. Lisa approached her and gave her the longest hug, patting her back. âstill Y/n, thatâs very low of her. Itâs girls code. Did you ever told her no?â Your silence was the answer she needed. âGod Y/n Iâm trying so hard not to diss you right now. When are you gonna put yourself first? When are you gonna stop behaving like someone else's puppet? Be honest with me, do you like your life?âÂ
That rang a bell in Y/nâs ears. No she didnât. She wanted to visit places, have fun, be herself, leave that place she called home and stop working in the coffee shop just to focus on her dreams. She was about to answer but Lisa got ahead of her. âYou know what? Take some days off. Letâs have a girls trip you and me. Iâm bored here and you need a way out of this whole mess. Itâs time for you to find yourself Y/n.â âI donât have any money for that Lisa. Itâs hard for me to pay the rent let alone go on a tripâ
âMove in with me. Itâs just me in here and as you see, this house is huge. And no one told you anything about paying. Pretty sure you donât remember but my dad works in an airplane company. Think about it.â Lisa exclaimed super enthusiastic Â
Before Y/n could answer, her phone started to ring. She looked over âJungkookieâ
âAre you gonna pick up?â
âNo. No Iâm not. You're right Lisa I have to start doing things for me. Put myself first" she looked over the window "About your idea, Iâm in. Book us a flight. Tomorrow morning Iâll talk to the my manager. I never took days of so it won't be a problem. Let's do itâÂ
" I knew you were gonna say yes. Get ready because this trip is gonna be life changer" Lisa said making a toast with Y/n. Here comes a new opportunity. You wouldn't less this one miss.
Not anymore
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If ur in twd fandom I would loveee a Daryl dixon age gap fic!! Just him being disgusting over taking her first time? Just a major power imbalance between them. Dont do this if ur uncomfy ofc!! Stay safe bookie <33
Men Who Are Older.
Daryl Dixon X F! Reader (smut)
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A/N: cried happy tears at this request, i LOVE daryl, he's so yummy. dirty old men foreverrrrr!!! i haven't seen all of twd and it's been a while since i've watched it, so this could be super ooc for all i know!! sorry it's short, i wanted to get all my ideas down quickly :3
Tags: LARGE age gap (18-19 and late 40-ish), power imbalance, coercion, p in v, loss of virginity, allusion to anal, creepy old man behavior (ugh i luv it)
Wordcount: 1.2k
You found yourself often visiting Daryl in his tent later in the night when you couldn't sleep. He tried to act like it annoyed him, like your presence was a nuisance to him, but it wasn't. You weren't the most irritating person he had to deal with day-to-day. You were polite enough for your age, you didn't mess around and snoop through his shit. You didn't judge him.
Most importantly, though, you were attractive. There wasn't much hot, young tail to chase around the camp. He liked to think you were his reward for living through hell every day. Nothing like eye candy at the end of the night to ease a hardened man's stress.
It was like most nights when you entered his tent, not bothering to announce yourself. Daryl looked up from the pocket knife he had been mindlessly flicking to eye you down.Â
"Shouldn't you be in bed by now?"Â
"Yeah, right," you said, taking a casual seat on his bedroll. "What're you doing?"
He clicked his tongue at you on his bed, but sighed and ignored it. "Nothing. Too damn late to do anythin' important."
"Want to chit-chat, then?" You rested your hands on your knees, hoping he would soothe your boredom.
"Do I wanna 'chit-chat'?" Daryl flicked his knife closed and tucked it in his back pocket. "If you wanna chat, why don't you go do it with someone else? You don't have friends your age?"Â
"I used to." He didn't say anything, just flattened his mouth at your rebuttal. "We're friends though, aren't we?"
Crossing his arms, he let out a hum. "Whatever you want, kid. Sure. We're real pals."
You spoke about whatever came to your mind for the next however-many minutes with him. Mostly just you babbling on, but it didn't bother him. You could run off at your mouth all you wanted, gave him all the excuse to stare you down and look a little too closely at places he knew he shouldn't.
Eventually, you got on the topic of things you missed about life before. Things you wished you got to experience, things you were slowly starting to forget about.
"I didn't even get to properly lose my virginity before this shit took over," you complained, now laying on Daryl's bed like it was your own. "It really bites, man."Â
His eyes widened a bit, arms falling to his legs from their crossed position.Â
"Wait, what'd y'say?"Â
"Huh? Oh, I didn't get to have sex with anyone before the outbreak," you repeated, not caring to turn to face him while you spoke. "Sometimes, I wonder if I'll die before I get any."Â
So many things rushed through Daryl's head at that moment. A virgin? You? It wasn't exactly surprising, you weren't old enough for it to be a shocking thing to hear, but the thought really intrigued him. Made him wonder.
It gave him an idea, and lord knows dirty, old men have even dirtier ideas stewing in their minds.
"That bother you?"Â
You finally turned your head over to look at him, eyes looking conflicted.
"I guess, a little. There are bigger things to worry about, but I feel like I'm missing out," you said while trying your best to sound nonchalant. "It's not much of a priority, under the circumstances, you know."
Oh, how wrong you were. It very much was a priority, an urgent one at that.Â
"Never know. Could happen, if y'really wanted. Don't rule it out completely," he advised, wiping his face with the back of his palm. "Maybe some younger man might find his way here. Could be an opportunity."Â
"Nah, I couldn't go for that. I don't wanna be inexperienced and have to deal with an equally inexperienced guy too. That'd be like hell," you joked.
"Sounds like you want an older man, then."
He called on every guardian angel he had in that moment, praying for you to take the bait. Just one chance, damn it, he wasn't asking for much.
"Yeah, guess so." You made eye contact with him for a brief second, before flitting your eyes around in embarrassment. "Listen, it's getting late, I should go." You pushed yourself up, ready to head back to your family.
Daryl stood from his seat and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him.
"I don't mind," he said, dancing around the answer to the question you didn't yet ask. "I know my fair share."
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"Those don't sound like sounds a virgin'd make," he teased. He loved how you sounded. Straight from a porno, just shameless cries and squeals. "You sure you ain't did this before?"
He watched the back of your head shake 'no' while his hand guided along the arch in your spine. Took you a while to learn to keep your head down and ass up, but damn it if you didn't put the knowledge to work quickly.
"Am I supposed to be dizzy?" you asked, voice muffled by the blankets under you.
Daryl chuckled softly, slamming your hips back on him. "Yeah, if the guy's doin' it right. Feel good?"
Your hands clenched the fabric you were laying on, digging into it roughly.
"I think? IâI dunno, 's just so much."
Being the man he was, Daryl took that as a challenge. He flipped you over on your back, cock still rocking into you. He sped up, letting his movements get sharper.Â
"C'mon," he muttered gruffly, trying to urge you to place your legs on his shoulders, "you gonna be this much of a problem for the next guy?"
You gave your weak legs a kick, wrapping them around his neck so the shaking wouldn't roll them off his shoulders.Â
"No, no," you whined, groping your tits to keep your hands busy, "don't want another guy. He won't be as good as you, Dar."Â
How the hell could a few little words get him ramped up even more? He knew you probably didn't mean it, horny girls said whatever their pussies wanted them to say, but the way he fucked you made you believe your own words.
"Yeah? I ruined ya for other guys already?"Â
The stark difference between his now softer tone and rougher thrusts confused your brain in the best ways possible. You couldn't focus on just one aspect of him: Daryl was everywhere. In your brain, in your heart, in the very blood flowing through your veinsâ and, of course, inside of you.Â
It was too much, all of it.Â
Your walls clamped tightly over him, sucking him in like a vacuum. The clenching of your walls over his dick sent him over the edge, barely leaving him enough time to pull out. He bit the back of his hand, stifling a moan while he jerked himself the rest of the way off, coating your tired pussy with his cum.Â
"You didn't cum inside, did you?" You sat up quickly, scooting back a bit.Â
Daryl let out a huff. "I'm not an amateur, I know how to pull out."
"Just checking," you mumbled, lying back down on his bedroll, head nuzzling into the pillow.
You felt his dick push up against your ass, prodding between your cheeks.
"I could show you a way that'll make sure no idiot douchebags get ya knocked up," he offered, head desperately tapping against your asshole, "if you want."
A soft sigh came from your chest as you pushed your ass back on him.
"You're an eager teacher, y'know."
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Don't Be a Stranger â Daisuke x gn! reader
summery: parties were the last thing you wanted to attended, especially when your friend ditches you instantly. She makes it up to you by finding you a cute date.
tw: none that I can think of
a/n: haha, so I said I was unmotivated, and then thought of this. I actually meant uninspired. Unfortunately, I am uninspired once more đ
wc: 1.4k
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It was so loud that the entire room felt like it was vibrating around you. The only lights were dark blue and red leds that made it hard to see much of anything. People were dancingâŚno, more just grinding and jumping against each other. You felt completely out of place, leaning against a wall and clutching your soda like your life depends on it. You were scrunched in, avoiding the drunken young adults that stumbled past.Â
Why were you at a party that you didnât even wanna be at? Well, your friend dragged you, begging you to come with so she wasnât alone. One second she was by your side grabbing your sleeve, the next she was hanging off the arm of some pretty girl giggling and batting her eyelashes. You didnât mind that she was flirting with someone, all power to her, but that meant you were left alone in a setting you had no idea how to traverse. Glancing at your phone for the hundredth time that night, you felt your soul leave your body. No text from your friend, and you had no idea how long this party was gonna last. Sure, you could just leave, but then youâd feel like an asshole if your friend texted you asking for help or to bring her home. So, like the loyal friend you were, you continued to awkwardly stand there, trying to be invisible and sip your drink.Â
âThis is my friend,â You heard your friend say your name. Looking up you saw her, the woman she was flirting with, and a guy approaching you. âThey may be a little awkward but theyâre the nicest person ever, I swear. Not to mention single.â You watched on, embarrassed at your friend, Ingridâs introduction of you as she winked at the guy who chuckled awkwardly.
âUh, hello,â You said, but you realized you hadnât spoken loud enough, so you repeated yourself in a louder tone.
âHey,â The pretty lady waved, a warm smile on her face. âIâm Alaina.âÂ
âDaisuke,â The guy nodded. You nodded back, an awkward smile lining your lips. You were never good at talking to others, not to mention at a party of all places. So, to try and ignore the lull in the conversation you took another sip of your drink, watching as Ingrid and Alaina started talking to each other animatedly, leaving you and Daisuke to stand awkwardly.
âThis doesnât seem to be your vibe,â Daisuke was the first to break the silence between you (not that it was very quiet with the music making your teeth rattle).
Blinking up at him, you tilted your head, âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Raising his hands defensively, he stammered, âI-it's not a bad thing! I just mean you seem like youâd rather be anywhere but here right now.â
âYouâre not wrong,â You agreed, nodding your head. âIâm only here âcus of Ingrid.â Daisuke nodded, the red and blue lighting shining nicely across his features. Wait, what the hell were you thinking? No, it's fine, its normal to find someone attractive.Â
âWanna go outside?â He asked, thumb pointing to the front door.Â
âLead the way.â
As the two of you inched your way towards the door, you didnât miss the sly grin Ingrid sent your way. You swiftly faced Daisukeâs back instead, trying not to get lost in the sweaty bodies that constantly bumped into you. It got so bad, you ended up grabbing the back of his shirt. As the two of you exited the house the cool air soothed you, letting out a sigh of relief, you let go of Daisukeâs shirt, muscles slowly relaxing. You hadnât realized how tense you were.Â
âYou really donât like parties, huh?â Daisuke chuckled, voice softer now that the music had dulled.Â
âNot really,â You chuckled back, scratching the back of your neck. Thankfully, the front yard didnât have many people, and the porch held a porch swing, which the two of you sat on.Â
âSo, you like these things?â You asked, trying your hardest to keep the conversation going. You normally don't put this much effort when talking to a stranger, but Daisuke seemed nice, and the fact that he was pretty helped. Ingrid really knew your type.Â
Daisuke shrugged, âYeah, it's fun meeting new people and letting loose.â
Then the cursed silence fell over you two, but this time it wasnât as awkward. You stared up at the sky, watching the stars twinkle and the moon shineâŚwell as best as you could with the light pollution, but it was still there. You both swayed gently on the swing, the party music thumping softly behind you. This was a lot better than what you were doing before.Â
Just as you were about to fully space out, Daisuke stole your attention once more, âSo, what do you usually like to do?â
Looking back at the brunette, you ignored the way your insides twisted at the fact he was already looking at you, answering, âGoing to a cafe or the library. Maybe a walk in the park if Iâm feeling particularly motivated.â âYeah, I can see that,â He nodded, a boyish grin on his lips. âLemme guess, you go to college?â
Gaping like a fish out of water, you didnât like how easily he was reading you, âWhat gives you that impression?â
âYouâre too smart to be partying,â He shrugged, leaning back.Â
âThatâs a stereotype,â You pouted. âIngrid is a perfect example. We go to college together and sheâs a total partier.âÂ
âOkay, fair point,â Daisuke conceded. âIf you hate parties so much why did you let her drag you here?â
âDidnât want her going alone,â You shrugged. âI donât trust people at these things.â
âYou shouldn't,â Daisuke agreed with a sigh. âAs much as I love a good party, even I know not everyone has the best of intentions.â
âIs Alaina your friend?â You questioned wanting to get a bit more info on the mysterious girl that had caught your friend's attention.
âKinda,â He shook his hand in a so-so motion. âI see her at a lot of these parties. Seems like a good chick.â You nodded, messing with the hem of your shirt.Â
âSoooo,â He drew the word out, trying to act nonchalant but you could tell he seemed nervous. âWhat would you say to going out sometime. We could go to a cafeâŚor the library if that's more your speed. Or we could head to a park for a walk, Iâm not picky.âÂ
WasâŚwas he offering what you thought he was? You felt your stomach tie up in knots, face warming and brain frying. You were not prepared for this. A cute guy was interested in you? Maybe you were getting ahead of yourself, after all, it wasnât every day a stranger wanted to hang out with you.
âThatâŚthat sounds nice,â You muttered, your confidence completely shattered. Your fidgeting grew worse as you started messing with the collar of your shirt.Â
âCool, cool,â Daisuke nodded. Outside, he looked nonchalant (with a mix of nerves), on the inside he was having a full blown meltdown. You, your awkwardness endearing and your kindness charming. You, whose banter with him flowed naturally, opened up to him almost immediately. You didnât seem too awkward as long as you had a bit of a push, and luckily for him he was extroverted enough to get you out of your shell. âC-could I get your number, or socials or something so we can plan it out?â He stuttered, cheeks warming, eyes glancing away.
âOh, yeah,â You nodded, taking out your phone. Opening a new contact, you handed him your phone, letting him punch his number in before sending a quick text stating your name. âDid it go through?â You asked, looking over to him as he took out his phone.Â
âYeah,â He nodded, biting his lip as his grin widened. Sure, heâs met lots of attractive people, having a few drunk makeouts under his belt, but this felt different. A lot different. You both were soberâŚwell he was a bit tipsy, but just enough to give him a little boost, but that meant that this was more real than what heâs used to. Not to mention he found you cute, and your friend, Ingrid, seemed to be right, you were really nice (so far). He hadnât had many crushes, never having had a serious relationship, but imagining going on a date with you to a cute cafe or a walk in the park, wasnât that just the most romantic thing ever? At least Daisuke thought so.Â
âSoâŚit's a date?â He asked, watching you with eager eyes. Shrinking into yourself, you felt yourself fluster, avoiding his eyes like the plague. âYeah,â You nodded shyly. âIt's a date.â
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I met a boy in a field.
His clothes were strangeâ but not too strangeâand some of his words were unfamiliarâbut not too unfamiliar.
He had been standing in the grass and looking up at the stars. He clutched something shining and bright in his hand.
When he heard me coming over, he turned and grinned.
âWanna see something great?â He said âCome back here in fifty years and stand right in this spot. A sun will die and this is the best seat in the house.â
His teeth were made of metal and his eyes were hard like flint.
âThis is the best century, really. We read about them all, you know. Youâve still got all the good stuffâŚâ
He breathed in the air and let it out with a satisfied whoosh. As if he hadnât had the opportunity to do such a thing in a long while.
âWhy do you look so glum? Come on, sit with me in the sun.â
He crossed his legs and settled down in a patch of heather.
âThe sun isnât out. Itâs night.â I said. âAnd who are you? This is private property.â
The boy laughed.
âThe sun is always out. The sun bathes the earth in rays at all hours. God, youâre so young! The schools were so bad back in the day, wow.â
âIâm literally going to call the police. You seem like a nice kid, but youâve got to go.â
He snorted and rolled a flower between his fingers.
âWhatever lady. Youâll miss me. And itâs not like Iâm going anywhere permanent style. Because this isâyou know what. Iâm not going to tell you whatâs going to happen. Youâll deserve it. Ugh.â
He shook the blindingly bright thing he had in his hand and vanished.
â
The next time I saw him I was 32.
It had been ten years, but there he stood. In the middle of the field. Wearing the same threadbare sweater and trousers Iâd met him in.
âGosh it took you a long time.â He said.
âWho are you? What the fuck. Are you wearing metal dentures?â
The boy looked exceptionally offended.
âMetal dentures? Oh thatâs rich. Coming from someone with unprotected decaying bone in their mouth. Thank god I havenât gotten hurt out here. What would you have tried to do? Cure a broken arm with bloodletting or burned a witch? I should have brought my own first aid kit just in case I have to deal with these primitive medical practices.â
That was a tirade I didnât expectâŚ
âWhat time are you from?â I asked.
He rolled his eyes.
âIâm not even going to bother with that.â He said. âCome closer, let me see you. You aged finkinâ well.â
I edged closer to him, but not close enough to let him touch me.
âitâs been like an entire decade.â I said suspiciously.
âI see they at least taught you basic math.â He snorted.
The closer I got the more differences I noticed about him. He looked like he was about the same age, but his clothes were a little thinner, a little more ragged. He had circles beneath his eyes and his skin had a grayish tinge.
âAre you okay?â
He looked at me like I was insane.
âOf course Iâm not okay. Clearly, weâre from different times. Clearly Iâm from the future. If you were from the future, would you go back to the dark ages to wallow with your ancestors in the mud for fun? I canât talk to you about this. Itâs not like you can do anything about it. Just sit down and look at the goddamn sky with me. This is supposed to be romantic.â
I plopped down beside him and looked up at the stars. I knew I had groceries getting warm in the car, but I figured I could afford to spend at least five minutes with an ageless time wanderer âeven if he was rude as hell.
âOkay, you see that dark area over there?â He pointed at the sky. I nodded.
âThatâs the way out of this mess.â
âWhat mess?â
âEverything. All of the problems you have here. I think. Iâm really bad at explaining this sort of stuff. Iâm not like, the best at politics science or physics. That was more my dadâs thing. I was really only ever into sports.â
âWhat sport did you play?â
âUpjacket. Itâs like a mixture of your baseball and your hockey. But the stakes are higher. You play in antigrav and the first person to score a point wins. Itâs like⌠you start off in teams, but individuals win games, and the more individuals win on each team, the more money the team gets. It was fun. Back when they let us play sports.â
He grinned and looked up at the sky.
âI was gonna go pro. Itâs all about agility.â
Suddenly the bright thing in his pocket started rattling wildly.
âOh shit oh shit. Sorry. Iâve got to go. See you in teââ
He disappeared.
â
I took a train from New York all the way back to Michigan, then a bus out into the country.
The field was empty when I arrived. I sat down in the patch of heather and looked up into the sky.
My heels dug into the soft earth. I was 42.
After about 15 minutes he blinked into view with a hiss and a flash of smoke. The boy immediately bent over and vomited. He fell to his knees and gasped for a while, then spit hard to clear his mouth.
He was thinner than when I saw him last. And his sweater had some holes.
I took off my jacket and handed it to him.
He nodded in thanks and draped it around his shoulders.
âWhat is your name?â I asked gently.
âIt doesnât matter.â He said. âNobody cares. Nobodyâs cares who I am or why Iâm here.â
âI care.â I said. âI have a son not much older than you back home. He just left for college. If you want you can come back with me andââ
âI canât.â He shouted angrily.
His eyes burned dark and hot. He was sweating a bit, and his hands shook as they grappled the edges of my coat. Pulling it tight.
âI shouldnât have⌠I shouldnât have touched it. I should have left well enough alone.â
He wasnât talking to me anymore, he was muttering and looking at the ground.
I shifted over so that we were closer together. I fished a pack of gum out of my purse and offered him a piece.
âWhat is this?â He looked scared.
âItâs gum. Itâs a kind of candy. You just chew it and donât swallow. Itâs okay. Itâs⌠Sweet?â I tried.
He unwrapped it and put it in his mouth.
âGosh that is the weirdest⌠Itâs like⌠My mouth was all dry before and Iâm not thirsty anymore. But itâs just this strange rubberyâŚThat is soâŚ. I mean, thank you. I really appreciate it.â
He smiled. It was like he hadnât done it in a while. The corners of his mouth looked like they werenât sure whether to go up or down.
âI hope this isnât too forward.â I started. "But do you want a hug?â
He blushed and pushed his hair out of his eyes.
âOf all the tarts in the world, I found a nice sentimental one with candy in her pockets and a wish to take me away.â He laughed. âYou can have all the hugs with me you like. Itâs not like thereâs anyone else around to hug.â
He fit neatly in my arms. He was stronger than Iâd expected. More wiry. He smelled like ash, metal and the salt of unwashed skin.
âDo you want to know a secret?â He whispered into the shell of my ear.
âWe never did get flying cars or hoverboards. Itâs not a lack of technology. Itâs got something to do with magnetism. You canât break the rules of the universeâ just bend them. And hover boards? Themâs a rule breakinâ invention.â
I laughed. I laughed and laughed and laughed.
âYouâre such a marvel.â I said when I was finished.
He grinned back at me. Brilliant and true. The moonlight shining off his stainless-steel smile.
âI could have been much more.â He said cockily.
âAre you sure you canât stay?â I asked. âWe have a spare room at my house up in New YorkâŚâ
âNo. Darling. Youâre old as dirt, but Iâm partial to you. I wouldnât want to break your husbandâs heart.â He winked.
I scowled. âWhy are you so rude? And how old are you really?â
âYou ask the worst questions.â He replied and disappeared.
â
I moved back to Michigan alone and went to the field every night for twenty years. Until my hair turned gray and the hike over wore on my knees.
I kept the grass green and tended the heather.
Like always, the boy arrived with a hiss.
He lay still in the grass.
He was thin and filthy and barely breathing.
I turned him over and pulled him into my arms.
The boy sobbed.
âI couldnât⌠I couldnât⌠I tried so hard.â
âItâs okay.â I said.
âItâs not. It feels like itâs been days, but itâs probably been years. I just keep spinning round and round and my own window is out of reach. Yours is the closest so I keep landing here on this stupid rock in the middle of the millennium. I just want to go home.â He curled himself up until he was very small.
The bright thing glowed through the pocket of his tattered trousers.
âWhat does it do?â I asked.
âI donât know how it works. Itâs either broken or half made. It was sitting on my dadâs desk. I just picked it up and shook it. It pushes me through time back and forth dropping me in different times. It never stops. I can urge it one way or another, but I canât drive it or force it anywhere once I make it work. Iâve been trying to get home for weeks. I just want to go home. I just want to go home. I just want to go home.â
He repeated it over and over until he fell asleep.
I rubbed his back in circles and stared up at the stars until the sun came up from behind the fir trees.
 When I reached down to wake him up, I realized that he would never wake up again.
There was nothing to eat in the void of time, but star dust. Nothing to breathe but radiation.
I buried him in the heather.
â
Ten years later I went back into the field.
Fifty years had passed.
I looked up into the sky.
After a few hours of darkness, light shot out from the black spot the boy had pointed to so many years ago. The noise shattered the sound barrier and solar winds swept the planet. The night sky bled with reds and blues and purples and white. And it was so bright.
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Hi đđ˝ I really like your stuff! I was wondering; could we possibly have some platonic headcanons for Husk where he has this unspoken kind of parent-kid relationship with the reader?
And the funny thing is that some of the others speculate that itâs no coincidence that the readerâs weirdly good at cards. Like, the reader doesnât look exactly like him per say, but they bare enough of a resemblance to him that it has the other wondering is Husk could have possibly (unknowingly) had a kid while he was alive. No one knows. Not even us.
âŚď¸ plz, and thank you âĽď¸
This is so fucking cute!!
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Husk X Reader Headcanons
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ď¸Platonic
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TW: Reader being a sad baby, Kidnapping, Underage drinking, Harassment, Reader needs help fr
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Sure, technically you were an adult but you're also still just a kid
You thought you knew everything, you thought you were grown and didn't need to rely on anybody
You didn't need to open up to anybody, you grew up tough and went out like a badass
You weren't hurt or angry at the world at all
It's your attitude towards these things that makes Husk look out for you, keeping a watchful eye on you even when you don't want him to
You're trying to get a drink at a bar?? He's dragging you out and telling you that you're too young for that shit
Fucking hypocrite you drink all the time
You're getting into a fight with someone 10x your fucking size?? Husk is there to tackle them and take you home
Lectures you the entire way back if you're the one who started it
Some sleazy motherfucker is hitting on you?(Or even if it's not someone sleazy really) He's there to tell them to keep walking
Even if you don't want them to
BRO WTF
Even the others at the hotel slip up and call him your dad which just pisses you off even more
"Angel! Let me have a drink!!"
"No way, kid! Your pops would totally kill me if I let you get wasted!"
Definitely causes some arguments between you two, the kind that makes everyone else in the hotel scatter
"You're not in charge of me, Husk! Just leave me alone!!"
"You think you got it all figured out, don't you? Well you fucking don't! You're not the biggest baddest thing out there! Hell, you're not even the baddest thing in this hotel!"
Not Alastor giving you cheeky wave as he walks by
Once the fight reaches it's peak then you storm off, fed up with being treated like a child
"I don't need a father so just back off!"
Husk needs a drink
Fine, let's see how you like it when nobody is looking out for you
You and Husk don't speak for awhile after that but you're too stubborn to admit that you miss him
You begin to act out whether you realize it or not, wanting him to come and yell at you like he used to
It was actually nice having someone who cared enough about you to fight with you over your choices
So you take your newfound freedom and sneak into a club that you've been trying to get into for awhile
You meet some fun people and party with them, drinking every drink they slide your way, dancing with whoever grabbed you
After awhile though you begin to feel dizzy and sick, you desperately need some fresh air
And some water
"Hey where you going, squirt??? We're just getting started!!"
Hey let go-
Ow! That hurts! Why are you grabbing so hard!?
I said let go of me-
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
HUSK-
You nearly cry at the sight of him, fur bristling with anger, wings spread out, arms crossed
You break away and run to him immediately, hugging him tight and relaxing as he wraps a protective arm around you
You'll blame it on the alcohol later
"You okay, kid?"
You don't see how he never takes his eyes off your friends turned attackers
You just nod and hide your face in his chest, squeezing him tighter
"I wanna go home..."
Husk immediately softens up and carries you home, making sure nobody follows the two of you
He takes care of you the entire night and has a hangover remedy ready for you in the morning
No lecture from him this time, he just quietly takes care of you then leaves
Charlie and Vaggie will later tell you that he stayed with you the whole night, refusing to leave your side
You'll have to seek him out on your own once you feel better, sitting on a bar stool and clearing your throat
"I'm not going to fix you a drink so just forget it-"
"Thank you...for...you know..."
Husk visibly softens up once he registers your words, sighing as he sets his rag down
It takes all of his strength to power through his next words, looking embarrassed and uncomfortable
Telling you that he's not trying to baby you when he stops you from doing certain things, or when he tells you that you're too young
He's just trying to look out for you because he cares about you
And no matter how angry with him you get, he'll always come bail you out of trouble and you can always come to him with anything
Sure, he might not be your father but he's definitely your daddy
Wait fuck that came out wrong
DON'T YOU LAUGH AT HIM
It sounded cool in the movie!!
It's not that funny!! You are ruining the moment
Husk is so fucking embarrassed now, forget he said anything
Freezes up when you suddenly leap across the counter to hug his neck, squeezing him in a way that makes his heart melt
Hugs you back while awkwardly petting your head, feeling like his old heart is about to burst
"Thanks for everything, Husk~"
NO HE'S NOT CRYING
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I GOT VERY CARRIED AWAY WITH THIS I'M SORRY!! I hope you still enjoy it!!
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I had an AU, that at this point is more of a headcanon for me, that I thought you might enjoy because it's a nice mix of angst, Tim not thinking things are as bad as they very clearly are, and some fluff.
So it's pretty widely accepted that the Bats don't really know anything about Tim's days with Young Justice right? Like they might know one or two small facts, but they don't know that the gang blew up Mount Rushmore, any of the times the DEO tried to arrest them and drag them into Government Labs for experimentation, or that time they went to a Disco Themed Hell with Supergirl. They sure as hell don't know about any of the things that happened with Secret and Harm. Even though Tim would canonically be gone for days at a time (some of his adventures, mainly the one when they were gone for THE ENTIRE WINTER OLYMPICS) with no one noticing. One time they were in space and had enough time to not only go to Darksied's planet but spent WEEKS there and when they got back still not even Batman knows that Tim was even gone.
Anyways, all this to say. If Tim vanished for a month or two and just said he was spending time with Young Justice again while sending in case files and stuff to keep Bruce busy, I don't think anyone would notice. Nor would they notice if he suddenly switched from being Right Handed to being Left Handed and then after months of practice he goes back to being right handed. It's such a small change after all.
So here's the headcanon. On a Young Justice mission, something goes horribly wrong and Tim full on looses his hand. It's simply gone. The reason no one knows or notices is that he got a robotic replacement, a very realistic looking one like Roy Harper has, that he spent a few months learning how to work with and then went to physical therapy for it for years. It's just part of his life now and he thinks everyone knows, after all. How could they miss it? Jason has seen his palm open with a screw driver deep in his wires. Jason thought he was still tripping from fighting Scarecrow a few hours before. Not a single person outside of Cassie, Tim, Kon, Bart, Greta, Anita, Slobo, and Cissie knows that Tim is missing his right arm just below his elbow for almost 5 years.
That is until Tim has been up for 4 days straight and Dick says something about needing a hand with something and in a moment of sleep deprived brilliance, Tim takes off his hand, and throws it at Dick.
Yes! I love this AU/hc. There is a fic that kind of has this situation: "I told you about that... Didn't I?" by weewoow_070603. Jason is the one to find out, though.
I like the details you added in this AU that the fic (as far as I remember) didn't add: Tim being gone is a regular thing, the fear toxin with Jason, the months of physical therapy, etc.
I do think something as vital as this would happen to Tim, and he'd just forget to tell his family. At first, he tries to hide it. He doesn't want to deal with their fretting, the lectures, the scolding, and them getting involved. He has it handled, after all. After a while, he forgets that he should hide it and why he did in the first place. Then someone finds out, and he's confused why they don't know such a common place thing.
I'm also super glad you tied in all those YJ examples that you did. People tend to focus on the space baseball or Santa Clause (which I love those events too), so it was refreshing to see other events as examples.
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Hospital Meet Cute
Eddie Munson x Reader
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âWhat are you in for?â
They were the first words that had been spoken directly to you for what felt like hours. The bright white of the room and the smell of cleaner was overwhelming enough, but you were nursing a headache that was beginning to really worry you. In all honesty, you probably should have been rushed back to be examined the second you arrived to the hospital, but it had been well over an hour wait now with no end in sight.Â
You looked to your right, where the boy who had spoken was sitting and looking at you. He looked almost as bad as you, a bloody nose that you assumed was broken, a split lip, and a black eye just beginning to darken. You were almost too exhausted to answer him at all, but what you could muster came out much more rude than you had intended.Â
âCanât be sure until they actually get me checked out,â you sighed, checking the time on the wall yet again. Only 15 seconds had passed since the last time you glanced, it was still nearing midnight, your bad day hadnât yet ended.Â
âHow long have you been here?âÂ
You really looked at him this time. He was young, maybe around your age, give or take a couple years. His eyes were brown and his hair was long and curly, much longer than the men in your hometown. He was calm, calmer than you would have been if you looked like him. Hell, for all you knew, you did look like him, and you had been fighting off tears the entire drive here. But this guy was sitting there like he was a regular in the waiting room, and you sat there clueless to what town you were even in.Â
âIâm not sure when I got here, but its been more than an hour at least. Maybe two now.âÂ
âTheyâre really off their game tonight,â he said, almost under his breath as he sat up to look behind the desk. You were staring to think maybe you were right about him being a regular here.Â
âI think you misunderstood my question though,â he smiled at you as he sat back down, âIâm looking for the dirt, the juicy stuff. The how more than the why.â
His smile was charming, but his happy go lucky demeanor was going to get old fast. You had a feeling that ignoring him wouldnât do much though, and you could use a break from staring at the clock.Â
âWell itâs nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about. Hurts like a bitch though. Your nose doing ok?â
âYeah, probably not broken. It doesnât hurt nearly as bad as last time I broke it, so weâre probably in the clear.âÂ
âGlad to hear it,â you chuckled. You had never seen someone in such a good mood with blood actively dripping down their face.Â
âArenât you going to ask me what happened?â
âNo, I usually respect the privacy of strangers that I met less than a minute ago.â
âIâm Eddie, now Iâm not a stranger.â
âThatâs not how that works,â you smiled incredulously.Â
âSure it is! And if you tell me your name, you wonât be a stranger to me. And itâs been more than a minute now, so I think that means weâre in the clear.âÂ
âYou are ridiculous.âÂ
âI get that a lot, but I didnât hear an introduction anywhere in that insult.âÂ
âIâm y/n.âÂ
He extended a hand, and you hesitated for a second before offering your opposite hand as a compromise. It took him a second to decipher why you raised the wrong hand, but when he look down to your left wrist, he could see the bruising.Â
âSo, you gonna ask now?â
âNo,â you chuckled at his persistence.Â
âDamn. Well I was just going to tell you not to worry your pretty little head about it anyway so I guess it all worked out.âÂ
âWow. Are you always this charming?â
âYou think Iâm charming?â he smiled at you, and you half expected to find a missing tooth among his pearly whites, but his teeth seemed to remain one of the only parts of his body unscathed.Â
âYouâre a bit of an ass. Thatâs about it.â
âAnd youâre just a ray of sunshine.âÂ
âWell sorry for not being so chipper afterâŚâ you paused as you were about to reveal what your night had entailed, but shot a look at him before you could, âDamn, you almost got me.âÂ
âThat was a close one,â he smiled mischievously. You couldnât help but admit that you really liked this guy. He was nicer than the people in your hometown, and the way he dressed was a beacon for someone like you.Â
You figured if you told him what had happened, it wouldnât be as surprising to him as it would be to someone else. The kids in your town had been terrorizing you since kindergarten. The town freak since the ripe age of 5. Things had been getting progressively worse since your father died back in â79. Now with no mother or father, you no longer had anything in common with the kids in your school. You thought the bullying would stop after high school, but you were wrong. You learned that leaving town altogether was your only hope.Â
That is what you had been doing. Your car was packed to the brim with your belongings, and you were set on your way for a small town about an hour away. Far enough for a new beginning, but close enough to not terrify you. Halfway through the drive, you noticed the car behind you getting a little too close for comfort. The sun had just set, but you still recognized the car. It belonged to the boyfriend of a girl that had led the crusade against you in high school, the one person you were most thankful to get away from. You knew if he was driving behind you, she was in the passenger seat, and their friends were probably packed into the back. Whatever they had planned wasnât going to be good and you were starting to get nervous.Â
They started to tailgate you, and you did your best to keep your speed steady. If they rear ended you, that was their problem not yours. But your sentiment quickly changed when you realized that there was no one else on the road. If they forced you to stop, it would just be them against you, and you were worried that that was the plan all along. So you sped up.Â
You rode for a couple miles with them on your ass, speeding almost 20 over the limit, hoping to come across some traffic and a well lit stop to get them to pass. But before you could reach your safe haven, they had pulled up beside you. The last thing you remembered was her smiling at you before running into the side of your car.Â
They must have sped off, not even stopping to see if you were alive, because when you woke up you were alone on the road again. You could see the lights of a town maybe a mile up the road, and with your car now totaled, your only hope was to walk the rest of the way.Â
You hadnât told the ladies behind the desk about the severity of your situation. You just told them you got into a little accident. You were regretting that now, knowing that if you told them you were ran off the road and had to walk to the hospital after coming to in a totaled car, you probably would have been seen by now.Â
âDo you want me to get you something cold for your arm? It looks like itâs staring to swell.â
You glanced down to your left arm again, and he was right. You still werenât sure what was broken and what just ached. Your adrenaline was pumping during the walk here, but you didnât feel an ounce of it anymore.Â
âThat would be lovely, but where are you going to get something cold in the waiting room.âÂ
âI know my way around,â he winked before getting up and leaving you for a moment. He returned a minute later with an ice cold can of soda.
âCome here often?â you chuckled as you took the can and rested against the tight skin on your wrist.Â
âYeah, actually. Iâm on a first name basis with a majority of the staff at this point. Especially the ones who work the weekends.â
âWhat, are you more accident prone on a Saturday?â
âOh, darlin, you really think I bruised myself up this good? Nah, not even Iâm that talented.â
âYou really want to tell me what happened, donât you?âÂ
âOnly so youâre trapped into telling me what happened to you. No offense, but you look like youâve gone to Hell and back, and I would love for you to feed into my morbid curiosity.âÂ
âThen you can keep your secrets,â you smirked at him, and glanced back to the clock. Somehow, 10 minutes had passed. You had begun to convince yourself that you had entered purgatory before you starting speaking to Eddie. It felt like time was never going to progress, and you were going to be stuck waiting for medical attention for the rest of eternity.Â
Eddie was about to speak up, but before he could open his smart ass mouth, the doors of the entrance slid open and he glanced behind him to see whose shoes were squeaking as they made their way to you.Â
âFuck,â he muttered under his breath. The smirk was wiped off your face when you turned to see a tall man in a police uniform approaching the two of you.Â
âHopper, to what do I owe the pleasure,â Eddie tried to joke. To you, he was clearly nervous, but you thought he hid it well.Â
âIâm not here for you this time Munson. But better safe than sorry, you should stick around for a quick word after this,â The officer spoke gruffly, coming off like a disappointed father, âAre you y/n l/n?âÂ
Your heart dropped. You had never been good with authority figures. Whether it be teacher, principles, security guards, or cops. You were always on the butt end of a bad situation, and you learned from a young age that not even finding an adult could save you. No one was ever on your side.Â
âUhm, yeah,â you replied, barely above a whisper and unable to look back up at him.Â
âThank god,â you heard him grumble under his breath, âAre you aware that your car is on fire a mile up the road?â
âOh, it just wouldnât start when I left it.âÂ
Eddie was soaking up the conversation, looking between you and Hopper like it was a tennis match. It was the entertainment he had been hoping for to distract him from the third time he had been in a fight this month. This time he truly did have himself to blame, after saying something he really shouldnât have to a man much bigger than him after a show at the Hideout. But as he began to piece the puzzle together, he was growing more concerned for you.Â
âYou mind telling me what happened to your car? Or how you got here?,â Hopperâs head quickly swiveled to Eddie, âDid you drive her?âÂ
Eddie just shook his head and glanced at you. He could see your eyes staring to water now, and something in him hated the sight. He reached out and grabbed your good hand, hoping to offer some kind of support or comfort, whichever you needed more.Â
âI walked.âÂ
âAnd you were in the car when it flipped?â
Your head shot up, unable to believe what you were hearing.
âIt flipped?âÂ
To the best of your recollection, you just swerved off the side of the road. Honestly, you werenât thinking straight, because there was no reason for you passing out and totaling your car if you had simply swerved.Â
âIt did. There wasnât anyone else in the car right?â
âNo⌠Just everything I own.â you scoffed as the weight of the situation really sunk in. This brought a whole new meaning to your ânew beginningâ idea. There was no fresher start than one with nothing from your past.Â
âHow long have you been here?âÂ
You were too stuck in your own thoughts to process that another question had been asked, so Hopper looked to Eddie in hopes of an answer.Â
âShe was here when I got here an hour and a half ago, but she said she doesnât know how long sheâs been here.âÂ
âIâm going to go see if I can get someone to give her a once over. Keep her company.âÂ
Eddie nodded and turned his attention back to you. You were obviously zoned out, and Eddie didnât blame you, but he needed to reel you back in.Â
âSo much for keeping your secrets,â he whispered, feigning maliciousness, as if he had personally asked Hopper to come down and tell him.Â
You couldnât help but laugh at him, even as your tears began to tip over your lower lids.Â
âI think you have to tell me what happened to you now, if I recall the rules correctly.âÂ
âOh, I just got beat up at a bar. Nothing near as exciting as whatâs going on over here,â he chuckled as he gestured vaguely towards you.Â
It wasnât until now that you realized that his hand was holding yours, but you were glad to receive the kind attention. It wasnât something you were used to.Â
âSo what were you running from?â he asked, the warmth and humor suddenly absent from his voice.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou had all your belongings packed into the back of your car, and I am 90% sure you arenât from around here. So I can naturally assume you were running from something. Honestly I have a feeling I know the answer, but you know, never judge a book by its cover.âÂ
âMaybe I want to hear your guess.â
âTown freak?â
âExcuse me?â
âOutcast? Pariah, reject, untouchable? I can go on for hours. Iâm afraid I have an unfair advantage with all the synonyms.âÂ
âAnd whyâs that?â
âIâve been called them all, sweetheart. You are speaking with the resident Freak of Hawkins, Indiana,â he pretended to bow from his seat.Â
âGuess it really does take one to know one, huh,â you offered a half hearted smile.Â
âSo what was it? Weird music? Everyone hate your dad? One person just decide to make it their lives mission to make everyone hate you?â
âIf I knew what it was, I would have changed it years ago. I think itâs just genetic though. But your guesses arenât bad.âÂ
You adored that Eddie could make you laugh even after something as terrible as this night. You almost didnât want to get called back anymore, knowing that your time with him would likely come to an end, and you may never see him again.Â
When Hopper returned to let you know that your wait was almost over, you were almost disappointed.Â
âY/n, I need to talk to you really quick though. Is that alright?â he asked, and he seemed much more gentle than he had when he arrived. You hated the pity, but it was much better than how you were used to being treated by the police. So you gave him a nod.Â
âEddie, can you give us a minute?â
âItâs ok if he stays,â you cut in quickly, subconsciously squeezing Eddieâs hand harder.Â
âOk, thatâs fine with me,â Hopper gave you a smile before he pulled a chair closer to sit directly across from you. He pulled out a small notepad and a pen and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees.Â
âY/n, I need to know what you remember from before your car flipped. If you remember anything at all.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
âThere are⌠There are some marks on the drivers side of the car that suggest you were hit. I just want to put the pieces together before we start a man hunt, just in case Iâm wrong in thinking someone ran you off the road.âÂ
âItâs ok, thereâs no need to look for them. I donât want to press charges or anything.âÂ
Your heart began to pick up thinking about the retaliation you might receive from bringing legal charges agains them. You were trying to get away, the last thing you needed was a case to tie you to them.Â
Hopperâs head quirked in curiosity, and he squinted his eyes at you before asking, âY/n, do you know who did this?âÂ
âWell, yeah, but like I said, itâsâŚItâs fine.âÂ
âCan we have a second Hop?â Eddie asked gently, and Hopper nodded before crossing the room to allow you two to speak.Â
âThe people you were running from, are they the ones that did this?âÂ
âEddie, you donât get it.âÂ
âNo, I do, remember? I need you to take a deep breath, ok?âÂ
It took you a second to realize how hard you were squeezing his hand and how quickly your heart was beating. So you took his advice and took a few deep breaths before you looked for him to continue.
âI can tell youâre scared. But, y/n, this isnât school yard bullying. They could have killed you. And it doesnât sound like they stopped to see if you were alive. They deserve to be locked up for that, you know that right?âÂ
âBut they wonât.â
âCops donât like you back home?â
You just shook your head.
âWell look, you met Hopper over there,â he gestured over his shoulder and waiting for you to nod before continuing, âWell heâs different. I promise. He will make sure those bastards burn for what they did. He doesnât care if their daddy is mayor, he will make sure they do the time the deserve ok?âÂ
âHow do you know it was more than one person?âÂ
âThose kind of people always travel in packs.âÂ
âIf I tell him who it wasâŚâ you paused to organize your thoughts into a coherent sentence as your mind raced, âHow do you know they wonât just find me and try again?âÂ
Eddie gently reached up grab your cheeks and got closer to your face, âI swear they wonât lay another finger on you. And if you decide to stick around Hawkins, I can assure you no one else will either.âÂ
âYou offering to be my body guard?âÂ
âMaybe,â he chuckled. He could tell you were calming down already.Â
âBy the looks of you, I donât think youâre cut out for that line of work.â
âShush,â he laughed, âSo what do you say, can I call Hop back over?âÂ
You nodded, and a minute later, Hopper was out the door and ready to bring justice to the people who had been making your existence unbearable for your whole life. It wasnât much longer before a nurse rushed out and apologized for the long wait to both of you and called you both back. Your heart dropped when you realized you may not see Eddie again, and he could sense your reluctance to let his hand go.Â
âDonât worry, I already memorized your full name like the good freak I am, and I will be back to visit you later.âÂ
âPromise?âÂ
âOf course. The best thing about the hospital here in the lovely town of Hawkins, Indiana, is that our visiting hours are 24/7. I can come annoy you for as long as I want,â he smirked at you, âI just need to run home and grab my copy of Lord of the Rings after they check out my nose. I think youâll really like it.âÂ
âWith this headache, I donât think Iâm going to like reading anything.âÂ
âOh donât worry, I wasnât going to let you lay a finger on it. I like doing the voices.âÂ
You both laughed, and continued to hold hands until it was absolutely necessary for you to part ways.Â
âSee you soon,â Eddie smiled down at you before following a different nurse to a room down the hall.Â
âSee you soon.â
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Hello! Thanks for all your hard work, Iâve found so many good fics through here.
Do you have any recommendations for human au fics where Crowley and Aziraphale have known each other for a long time before becoming romantically involved. Could be acquaintances or co-workers or even friends, but looking for a good rec without a real meet cute/strangers-to-lover situation! Thanks so much :)
Hi! We have #friends to lovers and #childhood friends tags which you can check for lots of fics like this. Here are some more to add...
be mine tonight (be mine forever) by artenon (T)
Aziraphale knows heâs a solitary person. He knows Crowley may very well be his only true friend. He doesnât mind this. He does, however, very much mind learning that his coworkers have a betting pool on whether heâll be coming alone to the department holiday party next week. He especially minds when he learns that the reason there is a betting pool in the first place is because their intern, young Newton Pulsifer, is the only one naĂŻve enough to believe Aziraphale might have a date. ----- In retaliation to a bet made against him, Aziraphale asks Crowley to be his date to the office holiday party. Certainly there are no flaws to be found in this plan. Certainly the secret love Aziraphale has been harboring for Crowley for the past several years won't be an issue. Certainly not.
Slipping by AppleSeeds (T)
When Aziraphale's friend and colleague Crowley asks him out at their work Christmas party, Aziraphale turns him down, having only ever thought of Crowley as a friend. Months later, Aziraphale's feelings for Crowley have changed, but due to a series of increasingly ridiculous misunderstandings, they both become convinced that the other isn't interested in a romantic relationship. (They're just adorable, oblivious, and pining, that's the whole fic.)
Wanna Bet? by Mimsynims (E)
âWhat do you mean, âyou canât find my nameâ?â âIâm sorry, sir. We have bookings for all of your colleagues, but your name is missing. Unfortunately that means thereâs no room set aside for you.â âRightâŚâ Crowley could guess who had made the âmistakeâ. âBut surely thereâs another room available? It doesnât have to be on the same floor as the othersâ.â He would actually prefer it if it wasnât. âIâm afraid not, sir. Due to the conference all of our rooms are booked already.â The young woman on the other side of the counter looked genuinely distressed. âMost hotels within the vicinity are.â Crowley sighed and furrowed his brows. He didnât even want to be here in the first place, and now he didnât have a place to sleep? Knowing Gabriel, it would be no use asking to be allowed to go back home. âLet me check somethingâŚâ The woman brightened again, a small smile growing on her face. âYes. Itâs not ideal, but it seems that two of your colleagues have been placed in double rooms. Perhaps you or someone else can consider sharing?â Anyone want to guess who he ends up sharing a room with? ;)
On The Side by FeralTuxedo (E)
Aziraphale is far too pure of heart to be anybodyâs bit on the side. Or so Crowley thinks. But when his friend starts seeing walking red flag Jim, with his dodgy smiles and mysterious past, Crowley does everything he can to protect Aziraphale from disaster. His own heart might just end up being collateral damage.
i've found a way (a way to make you smile) by curtaincall (T)
Crowley worked in Sales. He had never intended to work in Sales. It had just sort of happened. One moment, there heâd been, a newly minted university graduate off to change the world, exquisitely useless Philosophy degree in hand, and now here he was, having sauntered vaguely downwards into a Hell that consisted mainly of cold-calling new customers and sucking up to existing ones.  AU based on The Office.
Between Comfort And Chaos by anathxmadevice (T)
âAnd how long have you two been a couple?â âOh, Iââ Aziraphale panics. âHa, well, thatâs a funny⌠Weâre not actuallyââ âWeâre just friends.â Crowley says, their voice clear and calm and lightly amused, either because of or in spite of Aziraphaleâs flailing attempts to divert the conversation. âAh, yes, quite.â Aziraphale says, then takes a sip of his drink just for something to do, instead of focussing on the way Crowley said just friends, and how it causes a painful throb in his chest that he has never fully got used to. His memory can only scrabble at the edge of a time where being just friends with Crowley didnât feel like a particular form of torture. * Or, Aziraphale has been desperately in love with his best friend and housemate Crowley since they were students, but is too scared to do anything about it.
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get what i want âcause i ask for it (not because iâm really that deserving of it)
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rafe cameron x f!reader; nsfw 18+
Summary: Rafe is so close to receiving the CEO title of his fatherâs company, he can taste it. But before he can have his dream job, he has to complete the most grueling task heâs ever been given: watch over the bratty heiress of their partner company, whoâs decided to make his life hell.
Heâs persistent. But so is she.
A/N: tags, warnings, and more on ao3!
âSo,â Rafe started, striding into his fatherâs office and getting way too comfortable in the chair. Wardâs clients would expect nothing less than Memory Foam under their pompous asses, of courseâ how could you not sink down and kick your feet on the desk? âWhatâs next for me? Corner office with big windows? Company Lexus? A solid-gold bathroom?â
âIâll be frank. What the hell are you talking about?â
âWhen Iâm CEO of Cameron Development. Duh. Iâve been hearing the rumors about Maurice retiring, and youâre gonna need someone to fill his roleâŚâ
âEasy . You havenât even been working here a whole year,â Ward reminded him, smacking the peppermint gum Rafe hated. âAnd your office has big windows!â
âIâm just being cliche. Itâs the title that I really want, Dad.â
âWhy should I give it to you, though? Youâre barely even old enough to be out of college, if youâd gone.â
It stung, when his father reminded him that he hadnât gone to school. He swallowed anyway. âDonât need to, not with my work ethic. I take the job you gave me really seriously. All the departments love me, weâve had great numbers the last three quarters, Iâve secured five deals that weâve missed out on in the past,â he ticked off. âTell me why you shouldnât give it to me.â
Ward leaned back in his chair, tapping his pen on the desk rapidly. âOkay, youâre right. I agree. And I actually think I have something in mind thatâll really prove to me youâre worthy of totally running this company with the CEO title.â
Rafe all but purred. âName it.â
âI should warn you, this is⌠probably gonna be the ultimate test of how loyal you are to Cameron Development.â
âJesus, am I gonna have to fight a Jedi, or something?â
âRemember when I ran errands when you were younger, and you acted like it was inhumane torture to watch Sarah for 45 minutes?â
He sulked, already rubbing at the space between his eyebrows. âOh God. You hired her, too, didnât you? And here I thought my job was a special offer. Are you giving one to my cousin Tristan, too? Yâknow he sits down when he pees?â
âIâm not hiring your sister. Or⌠your cousin,â Ward sighed. âWe have a huge offer coming up soon. Weâre teaming up with Kerrington Design to build on the northern side of the island, meaning weâd have properties in every zone. I cannot stress enough how important this bid is, Rafe. Josephine Kerrington will be working with us for the next month or so while we iron out details.â
âThis all sounds great so far,â Rafe said. âWhere do I come in?â
âJosephine mentioned that she was bringing her young daughter, and that she doesnât feel comfortable with her being alone. I offered for you to watch over her while sheâs here.â
âWhat?!â
âLook, I know youââ
âHate dealing with kids? Yeah, I do,â he groaned. âDad, you realize I have actual work to do around here? I have that OâBrien meeting coming up! How am I supposed to get stuff done with someone playing Webkinz in my office?â
âYou love Webkinz.â
âGood Lord. Sure, when I was six!â
âLike I said before,â Ward started, tone carrying a warning out to his son that matched his tilted head, âthis is an ultimate test. Iâm counting on you to be a good babysitter.â Wardâs phone trilled, forcing a wince onto Rafeâs face, and the older man leaned forward to glance at the screen. âAh. Thatâs her now. Theyâll be arriving today, so be on the lookout for them, eh?â
Rafe stood up, smoothing out his pants. âYeah, well, if thereâs gonna be a child on the premises, Iâm getting a cup of coffee right now.â
âProbably a good idea,â Ward conceded lowly, waving his son out of his office. âMrs. Kerrington, good morning, itâs so great to hear from youâŚâ
Rafe stepped out and went to the floorâs coffee station, noting an unfamiliar young woman getting herself a cup from the stack of thick cardboard. The company rarely hired people under the age of 25, so he was pleasantly surprised to see someone his own age.
âMorning,â he greeted to get her to turn around, and fuck, she was cute. âI donât recognize you. New here?â
âYou could say that,â the girl cocked her head a little. âDo you know every person who works here?â
He smiled. âOh, I do a lot of paperwork on all levels. Surely I wouldâve remembered you.â
She returned his grin. âYouâre sweet. Iâm Y/N.â
âMy nameâs Rafe. Your morning been good so far?â
âSo far,â she repeated him in response, returning to her empty cup. âHow about yourself?â
âFine. Just dreading later,â he sighed, reaching behind the supplies in the cabinet to find the mug heâd hidden back there.
She made a little humming noise. âWhy? Whatâs later?â
âAh, nothing, I just have to babysit some CEOâs daughter for a few weeks. I hope to God Iâll be able to get any work done with a kid running around here, but Iâve got a little sister. I think Iâll be fine.â
The girl nodded, a little slowly to be seen as normal, but she was cute enough that he brushed it off. His eyes trailed down to where she was about to pour the coffee into her cup and he reached out to hold her wrist and stop her actions. âWait, whoa!â
She gasped, jumping back. âHey, watch it!â she shook her head, pouring her cup while still a few feet away from him. âItâs hot coffee, dude. Whatâs your deal?â
âIf you pour the powder creamer first, it dissolves when you pour the coffee in,â he explained, shaking his head. âToo late now. You shoulda listened to me.â
âWell, it really doesnât matter when yâall have thousands of these,â she reached for a coffee stirrer. âYou micromanage a lot of shit around here, or am I special?â
He scoffed. âI practically run this place, sweetheart. You should be thanking me for bestowing my wisdom on you. Now, donât you have something, I dunno, administrative to do?â
âAdministrative?â the girl parroted, setting down the stirrer. Her tone was amused, but her eyebrows were still in her hairline. âDidnât your mother ever teach you not to talk to women like that?â
âMy step-mother,â he corrected, âis a useless witch. So, no.â
Her mouth fell open. âI guess this company is run by an absolute pig.â
He clenched his jaw. Who is this girl, and how dare she speak to him like that? âYou better watch how you talk to me before Iââ
âRafe!â Ward called, interrupting his sonâs threat and joining the two young adults at the coffee bar. âI see youâve already met your partner for the next few weeks. How are you, Miss Kerrington?â he turned to warmly address her, reaching out to take her hand politely and shake it. He either didnât notice the horrific tension between them or was desperately trying to cut it.
The girl smiled. âIâm doing just fine, Mr. Cameron.â
âPlease, call me Ward,â he insisted, stepping aside to grab a cardboard cup.
Rafe finally found his voice. âSo, Josephine KerringtonâŚâ he started, anxiously looking between her and his father.
âIs my mother,â Y/N finished, tilting her head smugly. âRafe, was it? Why donât you show me to your office?â
***
He tried to keep his back straight as he showed her where he worked, and she looked around nosily the second she was inside. While she snooped around his belongings and photos, he took another look at her.
She was wearing a lavender floral dress that was just too short to be considered professional, though those rules clearly didnât apply to her. When she spun back around to look at him, he had to snap his gaze back up quickly to not reveal heâd been staring at her ass.
âSo, Y/N,â he started sheepishly. She set her coffee on the table and he ran over to put a coaster under it. âI think we got off on the wrong footââ
âWater under the bridge,â she interrupted. âCould you Airdrop the Wifi?â
Rafe stared at her face, expecting her to burst out laughing at him. âI understand all of those words, separately.â
She sighed. âYou have wireless internet here, no?â
âWe do.â
âAnd I assume itâs password protected?â
âThatâd be a correct assumption.â
âAnd I also bet itâs harder to type than âcameronwifiâ?â
He scrunched his face. âItâs some combination of letters and numbers, so yeah.â
She pressed her lips together. âFigured. Open up contacts on your phone.â
Rafe obeyed, though he didnât know why. Curiosity, maybe? She put in her number then guided him to the Wifi tab and held her phone up. The password to the internet auto-filled on her device and she was already skipping away to use it.
âWhat? I donât get a âthank youâ?â he snorted, putting his phone back in his pocket.
âWhy? You didnât even do anything!â She flopped on the couch. âFeel free to text me, now that youâve got my number.â
He scoffed. âAre you hitting on me?â
Y/N rolled her eyes. âYeah right, nerd. If I did hit on you, Iâd probably comment on your Marlon Brando slicked hair. Heavy gel, in this decade, itâs a sexy and modern choice.â
There was no holding back now. âYouâre a brat.â
âGet used to it.â
âWhy should I? Itâs not like you do anything.â
âYou say that like Iâm not important.â
âOf course youâre not important here. YouâYou donât even have a title!â
âAh, thatâs just not true,â she corrected. âIâm a CTA. Chief Tactics Associate.â
Rafe rubbed at his forehead. âWhat the hell does that mean?â
âIt means what I say, goes.â
He snickered. âIs that so?â
âGlad you find it funny. Why do you think Iâm even here? My opinion means a lot to my mother, and if I run to her and tell her I donât like how things are run at your company, sheâll pick up her business and run to the next development firm thatâs eagerly waiting to spring properties up on the island.â
Rafeâs stomach turned. With how important this deal was to Ward, she really had the upper hand on him. âFine. Just stay out of my way while I work, and we should get along alright.â
A smile curled up on her face. âIâll try my best, sir.â
***
She did not.
When confronted by his son, Ward was not sympathetic. He eventually gave a half-hearted apology but not before bursting out laughing in Rafeâs face. His only defense was something like, âJosephineâs exact words were âyoung daughterâ. How was I supposed to know sheâs able to vote?â
âI sure love finding you in my office all the time,â Rafe announced sardonically to the girl lying on his comfy leather couch watching loud Tik Toks.
He knew why she hovered, of course. Even if his father hadnât twisted his arm into watching her, he was one of the few people in the building within ten years of her age. It made sense that sheâd linger around him, even if she was a nuisance most of the time.
She didnât look up from her phone. âIt has the best view. Big windows.â She reached into her shirt, dipped into her bra and pulled out what looked like a USB until she brought it to her mouth and sucked.
Rafe reached down to snatch it from her hand and stuck it in his lapel pocket. âNot in my office.â
She waved her hand around annoyedly, letting the tiny wisps of smoke escape from her lips. âVibe killer. Iâve got another one at home.â
âIâm sure you do,â he muttered, sniffing the air. âWait. Is this mint? They donât make JUUL pods in that flavor anymore.â
âI get âem from Europe,â she explained impatiently.
He huffed. âHow stupid of me,â he noted before stalking over to his computer. He looked around his desk and noticed things were not as he left them. âGoddamnit, quit messing around with my stuff! Iâve told you before, I care abââ he stopped himself, and the pause actually garnered her attention.
Rafe picked up a stack of documents and inspected them carefully. âWait. These are the quarterly verification logs?â
âI know what they are. Title at the top and everything.â
âY/N, Iâve been trying to get these back from credentialing for months. I email them twice a day, they donât even blink at me. Is this what you did during my meeting?â
âYeah. I saw you typing one up earlier, so I paid their department a little visit when I was bored. Can I have my JUUL back as a prize?â
Rafe laughed. âI thought you had another one at home.â
âYou called my bluff.â
He rolled his eyes, but still reached into his jacket and tossed her the stick. She caught it and took another rip, looking behind him and shaking her head wistfully. âJust imagine what else you could get done if you had a pair of tits to weaponize with every half-witted employee you have crawling around here.â
Hmm. Maybe he didnât have to imagine.
***
His least favorite part of what he did was dealing with the shareholders, by far.
He gets it. A critical part of the job was kissing rich ass despite them knowing the least about whatâs best for the company, because money makes the world go round. But the meetings he was forced to sit in on were like pulling teeth, and every minute he sat in those rooms was a performance. He nodded along, looked over papers and presentations, pretended not to notice the older men had no idea where they were, and shook hands until they slapped their thighs and announced it was time to head out.
Today, the meeting ran over, because none of those antiquated bastards have any concept of time. His skin itched, watching the clock tick minute after minute when he should already be getting back to work. When they finally noticed, Rafe pretended to receive a critical phone call to escape without dealing with their falsely pleasant goodbyes.
Rafe rested his forehead on his office door before going inside. For a moment, he forgot everything that was going on in his life, and prepared himself to enjoy the rest of the day in peace and quiet.
Except, he couldnât, because Y/N was sitting in his chair, feet kicked up on his desk, with one of his lollipops in her mouth. He deflated, walking over to see what she was doing. Rafe groaned when his eyes landed on a coloring book and some crayons in her lap, and was especially peeved that she was too focused on Auroraâs hair to look up at him.
âWhat are you, five?â he sneered, picking up a completed Ursula and Ariel sheet off his desktop. âThatâs you,â he said, pointing to the villainous witch.
Y/Nâs eyes flicked up annoyedly and she took the sucker out, letting it clack on her teeth. âYeah, and youâre so mature.â Without breaking eye contact, she placed the glistening lollipop right on his desk.
âDamnit, youâ,â he sputtered, picking up the candy and remorsefully throwing it away. He swiped at the wet spot that remained and brought his fingers to his lips without thinking. It looked like the wood was too dark to show a stain anyways. âYou win. Just, please get up.â
She waved around to the many empty chairs in his office. âSit somewhere else.â
âItâs my office,â he scoffed. âGet up. Or you can sit in my lap, if you want,â Rafe added with a smirk.
Y/N grimaced. âDo I need to go to HR?â
âBest of luck with that, doll. The Lead HR lady is my godmother.â
She paused her coloring to look up at him. âTell me, is there anyone in this building you donât have a familial relation to?â
âOur CTA.â
âYouâre funny.â
âI know. Thatâs why I thought youâd jump on the offer to sit on my lap.â She ignored him again, returning to coloring the pink dress. Rafe glanced at the stack of manila envelopes on his desk and an idea popped into his head. âSay, has my father shown you the mail room here?â
She lifted an eyebrowâhe almost laughed at how easy she was to entertain. âMail room?â
He nodded. âYeah, real shiny place. Thereâs tubes all over the building that we shoot letters into that all lead to the mail room downstairs. Itâs a really cool set-up, and I think youâd like it.â He looked at his desk again, feigning surprise. âOh, hey! And these need to be sent out anyways. They donât fit in the chutes, so you have an excuse to snoop around there.â He picked up the stack and held them out to her, fully expecting her to snort and tell him to shove them up his ass. Itâs what his sister would do.
But to his complete surprise, she nodded wordlessly and set her colors down. She took the envelopes and skipped out of the office on a mission.
Shit. Maybe he could make this work.
***
Two hours later, Rafe burst out of his own office, crashing right into his father.
âHey, I was just coming to check on you,â he greeted before noticing Rafeâs sour expression. âWhoa, whatâs wrong?â Ward asked, holding out a hand to his sonâs chest to slow him down.
âOh, nothing. Just that Y/N painted her nails in my room earlier,â he huffed. Likely because she wanted to cover up the scent of her dab pen, he really wanted to add on. âI made her count reams of paper to make her leave, but the room still smells like chemicals. Getting a migraine.â
âDid you open a window?â
âNo, Dad, and I also didnât try spraying Febreze, so donât ask,â he snapped.
Ward pressed his lips together, eyebrows lifting softly. âCome sit in my office for a little?â he offered.
Rafe nodded, pressing the up button himself. His phone in his pocket chirped to indicate a text message, but he didnât move. The phone buzzed over and over, beeping so many times that they were cutting themselves off.
Ward blinked. âGonna check that?â
âNope. I know itâs just Y/N.â
âWhy is she sending you so many texts?â
âI made the mistake of giving her my number in case she needed anything. Now, she sends me fifty iMessage games if Iâm not paying attention to her.â The elevator doors opened again to the top floor. âDad, you donât realize. Sheâs the most annoying pest Iâve ever had to deal with.â
âWorse than your sister?â
Rafe hesitated. âShe gives her a run for her money.â
***
Y/N bounded up to Rafe the following day, looking from the phone nestled in the crook of his neck to where the cord led back to the desk. She brought a freshly pink-tipped finger to the hook switch and pressed it, ending his call.
âI got the signatures from the guys in accounting,â she announced, pulling the papers out to show him. âHave you actually seen them? They are literally the palest people Iâve ever met.â
Rafe sputtered with anger, slamming the phone back in the cradle. âYou didnât have to do that! I was on hold with a stupid robot.â
âI wanted your undivided attention,â she shrugged.
He massaged at his temples. âWhatever. Thank you for the signatures, I suppose. Say, are you having any trouble with the Wifi?â
To his dismay, her face brightened. âOh, right! I wanted to ask IT if you can change the password for only the router in your office, and the answer is yes,â she giddily explained, pointing to the white box pinned to the ceiling above her.
âUm, okay. Whatâs the new password?â
âItâs âmisskerringtonlovesanal420â, no caps, no spaces.â
He sighed. âAre you serious?â
âWell, Iâve never actually tried doing it. But I wanted to see if I could make the IT guy squirm and he totallyââ
âI meant, is it seriously the password?â he stopped her, tired of being reminded that every touch-starved man on the premises was at the sheer whim of this girl.
âSee for yourself.â
Click click click. âUgh, really?â
âTell me you wouldnât do this shit if you had the freedom to.â
He didnât respond to that. It seemed heâd have to try a little harder to keep the girl busy and out of trouble. Rafe slipped a hand into his lapel pocket and pulled out a folded $20, extending it out for her. âIf I give you this, will you go to the cafeteria downstairs and get us both turkey sandwiches?â
She took the money and slipped it in her bra, already on her way out. âYes, but weâre getting rotisserie chicken. Theyâre so much better.â
âWait, I want turkey!â he called after her.
âToo bad!â
***
Rafe woke up late.
Heâd spent the last week working double time to make sure Y/N stayed out of trouble and his normal tasks were fulfilled. It was no wonder that at some point heâd break and the back-up Pinball alarm would fail him. Why the fuck this had to happen the morning of his OâBrien meeting, heâll never know.
He ran into his building in such a hurry he felt the soles of his shoes wearing down. He didnât stop for the doorman, the HR intern, and sure as shit not for his father, who all tried to strike up a conversation.
âDad, please, I canât talk right now,â Rafe huffed out to the last one, clicking the elevator button over and over. âIâm super late to a meeting withââ
âThis is slightly more important,â Ward insisted. âThere was a cyber attack. IT is taking care of it, but something got in through our Wifi, and our emails have been a mess all dââ
âWait,â Rafe interrupted, ignoring the car arriving at the ground floor. âYou said the Wifi?â
âWell, yeah. They said there was a leak at our security company, and any routers with passwords that havenât been reset in the last month were affected. Theyâre routinely reset four times a year, so we just got unlucky.â
Rafe was so stunned he had to be pulled onto the elevator by his father. âIs everything alright?â
He tossed around what to do here. If he admitted Y/N dicking around had accidentally protected his router, heâd run the risk of exposing not only how heâd been getting her to do his work but also how he really hadnât been monitoring her too strictly. Hell, she couldâve done the opposite and totally fucked over their security if she wasnât careful.
âYes, actually, I was having trouble and changed my own router last week,â he lied, words fumbling out in a jittery string. âGuess I just got lucky. God, how is this elevator so slow?â
Ward raised his eyebrow at his bouncy son. âIs everything alright?â
âOâBrien meeting in negative two minutes,â he shouted, looking at his watch and slipping through the crack between the barely-open doors. âDamn Irish.â
âItâs funny because weâre actually Scottish!â his father called after him, but Rafe really didnât care.
He threw open the doors to his own office and waved off a dazed Y/N to run behind his desk. âHey, Bossman,â she greeted him, clearly oblivious to the rush he was in. âI had a great idea for us to do.â
Rafe dug through his desk drawers, sorting through Sharpies and Post-Its looking for the USB drive holding the OâBrien floor plans. âLemme get back to you on that.â
âAre you sure? Itâll only take a minute.â
âY/N, I canât right now. Iâve got a meeting that Iâm already late for, and itâs really important that Iââ
âOh, that? I moved it.â
He halted in his tracks, blood colder than ice. âYou moved my meeting with the OâBriens?!â he asked, wiping sweat off his forehead.
âYeah,â she answered bubbly. âI wanted to get a chocolate croissant at that bakery down the street but they close early in the day, so I called and asked those guys if theyâd be okay with the same time tomorrow. All I had to do was say it conflicted with Kerrington business, and they were cool with it. Ready to go?â
Rafe was⌠fucking flabbergasted. Not only did she take it upon herself to move a career-altering meeting without his permission over a fucking baked good, but sheâd used her name to persuade the OâBriens into compliance. He thought back to the wifiâ sheâd just unintentionally saved his ass, twice, in the same fucking day.
âWhy are you looking at me like that? I looked at your calendar first. Youâre not busy.â
He couldnât help himself. Rafe lunged forward, taking her face into his hands and planting a big kiss on her lips. She made a surprised squeak before relaxing into his touch and returning the favor.
When he pulled away, her eyes were still shut for two seconds too long. âYeah, I could go for a Kouign-amann. After you,â he said, waving his hand out to the door.
***
Rafe had just finished the yellow cross on his Rubikâs cube when his father knocked on the door of his office. He waved him in with two fingers but went right back to diligently solving his puzzle.
âWhere is Y/N?â Ward asked, taking a seat in front of his sonâs desk.
âOut to lunch with her mother.â
âAnd you didnât go with her?â he teased.
This got Rafe to look up from the cube, but he still shot his father an exasperated glare. Not only did that sound like a nightmare and a half, he was a little uneasy about being around her.
Heâd acted a little rash yesterday when he was pumped full of adrenaline and stress, heâll admit itâ though, if he had made her uncomfortable with the kiss, she didnât act like it. She went right back to the hellion force of nature she was before (like forcing him to play 20 Questions with her, and when the person was revealed to be Ghandi, going on a long rant about his problematic behavior as if she hadnât chosen the man herself). Kinda why he was enjoying the rare peace and quiet he just lost.
âWhyâd you stop by?â A much more pleasant way of saying why oh why are you in my office and whatâs the quickest way I can get you out.
âAt some point I want you to complete the follow-up for the Carrollâs. I know theyâre a-holes, so feel free to not put this high on your priority list. I could care less if it gets done by the end of the week, if Iâm being honest.â
âOh, so you havenât been honest before?â Rafe snapped, getting too frustrated and slamming the Rubikâs cube back down on the desk. âAnd you mean you couldnât care less,â he tacked on.
Ward pursed his lips together and tried to hold back a snort. âOkay, letâs make a deal. I wonât use either of those phrases anymore, and you quit taking out your annoyance with Y/N on me.â
âNot really fair, since her antagonism in my life is very much your fault.â
âCâmon, youâve been doing a great job so far! Is she that hard to get along with?â Ward sighed. âSheâs a cute girl who could charm birds out of trees and yâknow, she reminds me a lot of you.â
Rafe winced. âThatâs the worst thing youâve ever said to me.â
âOh, hush. Youâre both hardworking, loyal, and heirs, obviously.â
âHow is she hardworking? All she does is traipse around the office and make messes for me to clean up.â
âReally? Because, from what Iâve heard around the office, youâve turned her into your little administrative assistant. Are you sure thatâs what Mrs. Kerrington wants?â
âI donât know what Mrs. Kerrington wants!â he groaned, rubbing at his forehead. âIf you didnât notice, she kind of dropped a teenager off at my doorstep and made me figure out how to balance watching her and work.â
âSheâs an adult,â Ward muttered, sinking down in the chair.
âThose are not mutually exclusive,â Rafe snapped back, then shook his head. He leaned forward and started working on the Rubikâs cube again. âWhatever. Iâm over it. Not really, but I donât want to talk about this anymore.â His eyes darted up to the clock on his wall. âYouâve got a Zoom call with the West Coast in ten minutes, anyways.â
Ward checked his watch and jumped up when he realized his son was correct.
***
âHow did you even manage to get into my computer?!â Rafe shouted, slamming his hands on his desk and standing up.
âYour password was literally your last name and birth year, doll,â she explained, far too casual for someone who hadnât just turned his entire desktop set-up to various shades of pink and purple. He didnât fail to notice how she was picking up on his mannerisms these last few weeks. âAnd the password hint was âname and yearâ. Have you ever taken a computer safety class in your life?â
âStop talking to me like I deserve to have you snooping around my stuff! Change it back!â
âAbsolutely not. How could you work with it before? It was so dull and⌠default settings.â
Rafe scrubbed his face with his hands, realizing it didn't relax him at all. âI am genuinely so tired of your presence,â he admitted, waving a hand and trying not to clench it in a fist when she giggled at him. âIâm serious! You constantly get in the way. I donât even know why I put up with you.â
âBecause my say is the last stop in this agreement, and youâre in charge of keeping me happy.â
He grimaced at the reminder. âRight. Youâre the gleaming epitome of nepotism. I get it.â
She all but gasped. âAre you joking? And just what does that make you?â
âHey, I actually work here. Iâve put in effort to get where I am.â
She barked out a laugh. âYeah. And Iâm sure daddy had nothing to do with it.â
âIâm on the Board of Directors here!â
âWhich your father also assembled!â she shouted, then shook her head with a smile. âActually, yâknow what? I get it now. You hate me because Iâm you.â
He spat at the assumption. âWe are completely different.â
âNo, weâre not. Weâre both spoiled nepotism babies who overvalue our importance. I just donât give enough of a fuck to lie about it. Tell me, do you hate seeing yourself when you look at me? Is that it?â
Rafe exhaled heavily through his nose, trying to refrain from storming out and knocking over a vase on his way out. âIs there any particular reason youâre always such a pain to me and an angel around everyone else?â
Y/N raised herself up on her tiptoes to (unsuccessfully) get closer to his height. âBecause I like making mean guys suffer. And because youâre so cute when youâre mad.â
âAnd youâre just cute enough to get my shit done for me.â
Yeah, that was fucking dumb to say. Her jaw dropped the moment the words regretfully tumbled off his tongue and not even slapping his hand over his mouth could save him.
âWait, thatâs what youâve been doing? You were using me to get your fucking work done?â
âY/N, no, Iââ
âAnd just when I thought we were kind of getting along for a minute. Do you think Iâm just a tool for you to use?â
Kind of. His mouth hung open dumbly for too many moments, because she scoffed in disgust and pushed past him.
He called at her and tried to grab her arm, but she yanked away again. âIf you follow me, Iâm telling my mom what a chauvinistic louse you are.â
Rafe waited for the mischievous grin to creep on her face, but it didnât. She was cold. Heâd fucked up.
In immaculate timing, a new secretary hire knocked on the barely open door of his office. âMr. Cameron? Miss Kerrington? The board meeting starts in four minutes,â the intern informed the two, just poking his head in enough to get the words out before disappearing.
She huffed one more time, spinning around and marching out of the room. He was conflicted, since he was mandated to be at the meeting but was terrified of pissing her off. He chased her down the halls, wanting to at least be present for his own damnation.
He only caught up to her just as she joined the groups of execs, far too late for him to attempt to stop her again. He held his breath as he watched her take her seat next to her mother. His face was hot, waiting for her to spill the beans and get his ass in immense trouble.
She⌠didnât, though. She just sat down, looked at her phone under the desk, and shifted in the chair to get comfortable.
âRafe? You alright?â he heard, and he looked down to see his dad waving him towards the table. âLetâs get this started.â
***
âAnd to recap, these are the outsourcing companies we plan to use. Contracts are already underwayâŚâ Mr. Henthorn droned. Or⌠Hawthorn. Who gives a crap.
âWhy isnât Upwards Lumber on this list anymore?â Josephine asked. âI thought we agreed on them in our earlier phases.â
Ward hesitated, looking around to his team before answering. âWell, last week we were informed Upwards wasnât able to handle projects of this size anymore.â
Josephineâs eyes narrowed. âI thought they worked with the Ambetter building downtown?â
âThey did. But apparently a year and a half ago, they were heavily audited and half their workers were laid off due to failed drug screenings. Upwards is really only able to handle small commercial projects until they rebuild their crew.â
Drug screens are just elitist, targeting bullshit, Rafe thought, and Ward looked over with a stern blink as though he could read his sonâs mind. Probably not the time to be making any kind of statement anyways.
Josephine stiffened. âWell. Bullet dodged, I suppose. Kerrington doesnât tolerate drug use of any kind, at any level.â
Ward agreed with her imperative demand, but Rafe had to hide a smirk behind his fist. It was one thing for Y/N to obnoxiously hit her JUUL in his office, but if mommy saw the dab cart that sometimes stuck out of her bag, itâd be a little harder to explain.
He looked up to Y/N. Sure, she was fuming and likely going to snitch on him any minute now, but she still had a sense of humor, so he expected to share at least a moment of amused, knowing eye contact. To his surprise, though, she was completely slumped down in the chair. Her gaze was down on the table and she picked at her fingernails, hiding from everyone else in the room. Rafeâs eyebrows furrowed, and he looked over to Josephine, who was shooting her daughter a fiery glare.
The daughter who was a bratty, uncontrollable mess. The one who had pretty condemnatory dirt on Rafe and, knowing her character, was being oddly silent about it. The one whoâd been dropped off for him to essentially babysit for the last few excruciating weeks.
Babysit.
The pieces assembled themselves in his brain so quickly he nearly got vertigo in the swivel chair. Thatâs why heâs had to fucking watch her this whole timeâ because she needed watching. No wonder she didnât snitch on Rafe for whoring her out for paperwork. She was never there for him to entertain and keep happy; he just had to make sure she wasnât sneaking off to do drugs. And really, he hadnât done a great job at it.
He didnât bother beating himself up, since his directions were incredibly unclear and heâd been expecting to watch a fourth grader to begin with. Regardless, the tension in the room was palpable and the respective girlâs face had already turned a burning pink.
The moment the meeting was over, Y/N did the least annoying thing sheâd done since the first day she stepped into the building. She stood up, stormed out of the meeting room, and disappeared for the rest of the day.
***
Showing up to the office in the dark had a much different energy than during the daytime. The area was quite nice, so it wasnât like she felt particularly unsafe going in, but without the doorman greeting her and pulling open the massive front door, something felt off.
Although, it was nice that no one was there to watch her vomit in the receptionistâs trash can. Helena would be pissed come Monday morning, but Y/N was currently more concerned with how much better she felt after getting that out of her system.
Muscle memory is the only thing that got her in the elevator and pushing the right button. When she reached the desired floor, a wave of his aftershave and cigarette smoke hit her nose. She floated on the scent, lost in the way it wrapped around her, until it carried her right into the office of the man she was looking for.
Of course, she didnât barge in. Rafe didnât notice her arrival right away so she remained in the shadows to watch him work. It was outlandish, how attractive he wasâhe was focused hard on some stack of papers with one hand scrubbing at his temple and the other occasionally taking the cigarette that rested between his lips and ashing it. The smoke escaped his mouth in aggravated sighs, curling around his head before disappearing into the room. Heâd cracked open a window in some attempt to hide the smell, but it only breezed its way into the hall. This close, it wasnât even nauseating, but more like a cologne.
From her spot, she could see that heâd unbuttoned some of his shirt to reveal his lean chest. It was strange, seeing some indicator that he was capable of relaxing. Heâd had a stick up his ass since the day she met him, so imagining him exhausted and popping the top few buttons on his shirt was almost⌠endearing.
Her balance was, as expected, not up to par. She leaned a little too far one way, and before she knew it, she stumbled right into the light as well as Rafeâs eyeline. He called her name confusedly, and when her head snapped up, she caught him stubbing out the cig as he stood.
âItâs cute,â she noted, nodding at the ashtray and trying not to trip over her own feet as she got back up. âYou, putting out the cigarette. Like I donât smoke in your office when youâre not here.â
Rafe waved his hands around and tossed the window open even further. âLighting a cigarette is more serious than hitting your stupid Brass Knuckles pen. What are you doing here so late?â
âI could ask you the same thing.â
âI work here,â he bit back. His gaze trailed down her body, taking in her immodest party dress and heels. âI see when you go out, you wear even less than you do at work. Astonishing.â
âI can wear even less, if youâd like.â
His eyes narrowed, and he ignored her flirting. She was speaking far too quickly and clearly to be just drunk. Rafe took a step forward and inspected her eyes. Sure enough, her pupils were blown wide to accompany her pink cheeks. âYou didnât only drink, did you?â
Y/Nâs lips curled up gently. âWould you be mad if I didnât?â
âOf course not, sweetheart, butâŚâ he straightened her clothes and made sure she was okay otherwise, âwere you planning on going home like this?â
She shook her head. âI was out with my friend Mona and figured Iâd crash at her place. Which I was going to do, until I noticed I was near your office and decided to pay a visit.â
He sighed. âWell, Iâve got to get you home safely.â
Her eyes flew to the back of her head. âWhatâre you, my dad?â
Rafe bristled. âNo, but mine is in the building, and so is your ball-gripping mother. We kinda need to get you the fuck out of here.â
She scoffed. âYeah, theyâre not on this floor, though. Thatâs why you felt comfortable doing this.â Y/N reached into his lapel pocket and pulled out a solid red Bic lighter. She brought her thumb up and spun the dial, sparking it just a little too close to their faces.
He annoyedly snatched the lighter out of her hands. âWhy did you come here?â
She bounced up on the tips of her toes and pulled at the back of his neck for a kiss. It felt good, charged, but his rational brain pushed her away immediately. She pouted.
âY/N, stop. We absolutely cannot do that.â He wasnât sure how to finish his sentence, but a Rolodex of options cycled through his mind. Because youâre barely 18 and Iâm about to be 22. Because Iâm basically your babysitter. Because our parents would kill us. Because you look like youâve taken both cocaine and molly and it seems youâve forgotten you were quite mad at me eight hours ago. Because the charge I would catch would be astronomical. Take your pick.
âWhy not? Weâve kissed before. I thought it was a good kiss. I think about it a lot. Donât you?â She still had a firm grip on the nape of his neck, so she toyed with the hair that brushed against her fingers.
Rafe weighed his options, quickly doing the math of when sheâd probably started partying to when it should wear off and sheâd crash. âOf course I do,â he admitted, honestly, because thereâs a chance sheâd forget half of this night anyways. âBut not here. Is it alright if we go to my place?â
She smiled, letting her hand fall around his shoulder and down his chest. âYou donât still live with daddy, huh?â
He let out a soft laugh, reaching behind himself to grab his wallet and keys. âNope. Câmon, letâs get out of here.â
***
By Rafeâs estimation, she only had about five more minutes of hyperactivity before she crashes and the alcohol takes over her system. Sheâll lose interest in trying to get in his pants, and want nothing more than a warm bed, which Rafe conveniently had to spare. His apartment was seven minutes away, so the timing should work out perfectly.
But that didnât mean she was going to make it easy for him.
She was relentless. Playing with his tie in the office elevator, winking at him when he opened the car door for her, reaching to rub his thigh while he pulled out of the garage onto the streets. He couldnât very well stop her without revealing his plans to dump her off and go right back to work, but holy fuck she was making it really hard to focus on driving.
Getting her inside his apartment was easy enough, like she was trying to remain casual in public. As soon as they were inside, all bets were off and she was back to being the horny brat she was in the car.
He got her in one of the guest rooms, and she seemed oblivious to his attempts to get her asleep. Y/N tried pawing at his clothes, but he stopped her, taking her wrists with a tight grip. âAh-ah. Listen to me,â he ordered, and she obeyed with an impatient sulk. âI have some questions. Can you answer me, sweetheart?â
Y/N nodded impatiently, and he smiled when she held a long blink. A good sign.
Rafe guided her backwards, switching her wrists into only one of his hands. âWhich of your friends does your mom like the best?â
She froze. âIâ what?â
His now-free hand came up to stroke her cheek, gently moving back to card through her hair. âJust answer me, pretty girl.â
âHer name is Samantha.â
Rafe nodded, pushing once more until the back of her knees hit the bed. âGood girl. Does she live in town?â
Y/N nodded, eyes big and innocent. âYeah, uh, she does.â
He finally led her down until she sat on the mattress, and she took the initiative to climb in herself. He carefully joined her, not lying down with her but remaining close to keep her on the line. âHave you seen her in the last month?â
âYes⌠why are you askiâ?â
He shushed her, having her get comfortable and continuing to pet her hair. âDonât worry about it. Iâm trying to help you.â
Fortunately, she was already shutting her eyes and wiggling down further into the bed. He placed a kiss on her forehead and brought the throw blanket from the foot of the bed to her body. It probably wasnât comfortable to sleep in that dress, but it did not feel right to undress her in this state.
And now, it was back to the office.
***
The elevator stopped at the third floor, which confused Rafe, since most everyone on that level should be home. His back stiffened when the doors opened to reveal Josephine Kerrington. She looked exactly the same as she did during the day, not a pin out of place. It almost amazed Rafe, how kempt she looked even this late at night.
âOh, hello, Rafe,â she greeted, a warm yet hollow smile on her lips. âYouâre here quite late.â
He hummed, watching the doors shut and ignoring the air between them warming up. âAs are you.â
âWell, your father is a busy man. He loses track of time so often youâd think he doesnât know what it is. I had to use a bathroom on another floor or heâd try to pitch ideas while I pissed.â
His eyes widened, and he didnât try hiding the chuckle. Damn, Y/Nâs mom was pretty funny. âYeah, working with Y/N has been the least intense job Iâve gotten from him since I was fifteen.â
She looked at him. âHow is she doing, by the way?â
Rafe inhaled, thinking back to the last couple of weeks, and to the last hour and a half heâs had. âY/N⌠is a delight. Sheâs fun to be around, but sometimes distracting because of her charm.â Okay, okay, dial it back. âFortunately, sheâs out of my hair for the night so I can get some work done. Said she was at a friendâs house, a⌠Sarah? Savannah? Samanthâ?â
âSamantha?â Josephine asked, turning back with a pleasant nod. âGood to hear. Sheâs got some terrible influences, like that friend Mina.â Damn, canât even get the name right, Rafe thought. âYouâre a lovely young man, and I hope youâre rubbing off on her.â
He winced at the innuendo, but smiled politely. âThank you Mrs. Kerrington.â
When the doors shut, he all but clicked his heels together in glee. âRafe Cameron, CEO. Good ring to it.â The elevator beeped in agreement.
***
Y/N wasnât in much after that. Josephine made semi-regular appearances, but the deal seemed to be coming to a close and there was little reason for them to be around anymore. He would rather rake hot coals over his body than admit this, but he really missed the chaotic energy she brought. Things almost felt dull without needing to chase her around the building making sure she behaved.
And, yâknow, without his unpaid intern.
It was Wardâs idea to have a celebratory closing banquet in the office building, but Rafe was almost certain that it was Y/Nâs idea to make it casino night-themed.
Some poor team of interns had been tasked with turning the office into a Vegas-adjacent venue and knocked their job out of the park. Employees were given chips and sent out among the poker, craps, and roulette tables stationed with stiff-standing dealers clad in maroon bow ties. Cocktail waitresses went around taking drink orders and accepting chips as a tip (playing along pointlessly, as the chips were clearly from a childrenâs game).
He heard her before he saw herâ a fake laugh laced with discomfort only he could detect in her voice. His head whipped over to see Y/N, clad in a ridiculously fitted red dress, clutching her clear plastic cup tight enough to force the color out of her knuckles while she spoke with her mother and others.
He grabbed his drink and abandoned the Texas Hold âEm table to pull her into the shadows. Josephine was so wrapped in her conversation he didnât even need to request he borrow her daughterâ no wonder she was so out of control.
If she didnât want to be alone with him, she didnât make a point of it. She was quiet in the elevator as he observed her and sipped his drink, leaning against the railing in the car, nervously bouncing her toe in her heel. When they arrived at the floor, she skipped out in front of him and beat him to the unlocked door.
Rafe drained the rest of his vodka soda and tossed the cup into his trash, pushing his hands into his coat pockets. âYou lied to me,â he started, and she lifted her shoulders. âAbout why you were here.â
She didnât waste a moment denying this. âAnd? You would, too.â
âNo, I would not!â
âReally?â she raised an eyebrow. âIf you were in my shoes, youâd run right to your caregiver and tell him how your mother wonât allow you to be alone for literally five minutes? That sheâd requested a watchful eye on you? Or would you find a way to get them to tolerate your every whim without pushback? Frankly, the idea kinda handed itself to me when you were a misogynistic dick to me the first time we met. That was just dumb luck.â
âDumb luck, huh?â he asked, stepping towards her. âWhat would you call having a coked-out teenager stumble into your office and beg you to fuck her? Is that just luck?â
She didnât respond. He could see in her eyes she was trying not to look away, to show any apprehension, but heâd spent just too much time around her to not notice.
âHad anything to drink tonight?â he asked, taking one more step towards her until they were less than a foot apart.
Her attitude was back in a flash. âWith my mom around? Yeah, a Coke Zero.â
He smiled even though heâd just been snapped at. âGood. You donât need to be using that kind of stuff anyways.â
âOkay, Father Holy,â she rolled her eyes, and he had just about had enough of her shit.
Rafe grabbed her shoulders and pinned her between his body and the wall forcing a gasp from her. âI try to help you, over and over,â he sighed, almost disheartened. âAnd youâre still a little brat.â
His hands were all over her and she whined, arching into his touch and trying to get a feel of her own. He held her wrists tight and shook his head. âYeah, right. Try behaving for once in your life and maybe you can touch me.â
Her hands fell down to her sides without fighting, and he ran his hands along her nearly-bare chest. His fingertips slipped under the straps and hem of the fabric as he savored the feeling of her skin under his palms, and he watched as goosebumps erupted over her collarbones. âYou want this?â he checked, another chance for her to back out before he began to ruin her.
She nodded fervently, but when he just raised an eyebrow, pleading affirmations spilled out of her lips like a stream.
With the green light, Rafe tugged down the top part of her dress until her breasts were exposed in the cool office air. He played with her tits, switching between sucking on one nipple and using his fingers to toy with the other.
This wasnât enough for either of them, so his attention and desperate hands went downwards. He got sick of trying to pull down the panties without undressing her fully, and ripped them right off her legs. He stuffed the torn fabric into his coat pocket and she gaped. âYou owe me a new pair,â she breathed, moving her legs apart for him anyways.
âIf only I could afford it,â he muttered, bringing his fingers to her now-exposed clit. âDo you know why I put up with your shit?â
ââCause Iâm cute?â she smiled, but it quickly dissolved when his movements sped up.
âOh, yeah. But also, I got a little promotion this morning,â Rafe said, leaving a fat wet kiss anywhere his lips could reach on the exposed skin of her collarbone. âYou inadvertently made me CEO. Everything in this building is mine.â
Rafe used his legs to push hers even further apart, open her up for him even more.
âAnd in this moment,â he smacked her clit, and she cried out. âThat includes you.â
He expected a snarky comment at this point, but he seemed to subdue her enough to continue rambling.
âIâve dreamed of how Iâd handle your ass for weeks,â Rafe admitted. âI think the only solution is to keep you under my desk with my cock down your throat. Put that smart mouth to some good for once, mm?â
She whined, pushing back against him for more friction.
âFuck, you like that?â he asked incredulously. âItâs one thing for you to let me tame you, but youâre taking enjoyment in this? Kinda makinâ it hard for me. Never wouldâve guessed you like being used like a doll so badly.â
âYouâre mean,â she pouted, actually pouted at him and he grinned wolfishly.
Rafe shook his head. âNo, baby, being mean would be binding your hands together with my tie and forcing you to cum until you cry.â She had no counter to that.
The fingers on his other hand pushed into her mouth, past her teeth, and she involuntarily sucked. âGood girl,â he cooed, not letting up on the strokes to her clit. âThat mouth has done nothing but cause me trouble the last few weeks. Show me what good it can do, hmm?â
She nodded softly, obediently, and flicked her tongue over the digits, allowing him to pet at the inside of her cheek. She whimpered when he dipped his other fingers into her cunt, bringing them right back to her clit to keep her on the edge.
He thrusted against her thigh and gave her another little slap right where she was most sensitive. Rafe toyed with her swollen, glistening clit until she was breathing heavily and her legs were losing their stability. Had he not pinned her body tight against the wall, sheâd collapse into a shaky pile of pleasure. He noticed her eyes rolling back into her head and pulled his fingers away, watching her gasp and whine at the loss of contact.
âWhat?â
âNeed more,â she sniffled.
Rafe shook his head, almost chastising. âI know what you need.â
He was going to return to what he was doing, he wasnât that mean. But he mustâve had her closer to orgasm than heâd anticipated because she got shameless.
âPlease, please, Rafe, oh my God,â she whined, squirming under him. Her hips bucked up to try and get traction against his hands but he pulled away just in time. âTouch me again, please, Iâll do anything. I need it, please.â
His eyebrows had never been higher. He pushed his tongue along his bottom teeth amusedly. âSweetheart, I didnât even have to ask you to beg,â he pointed out, voice light and adoring. âBut since you did anyways, Iâll help my girl out.â
She preened again, this time allowed to make contact with him. He placed a hand on her hip and pulled his cock out, already flushed and leaking and really fucking hard. Rafe dragged the precum on the tip along the entire head before bringing it to her cunt, dragging them together slowly. She cried out again at the new contact.
âDoesnât this feel good, pretty girl?â he asked, angling just right to apply pressure on her clit. Judging by the full-body shudder he got out of her, the answer was yes.
âI wantâ oh fuckâ more, please,â she said. He laughed a little. She knows what she likes.
âTell me exactly what you want me to do, baby.â
âI want your cock inside me,â she begged, blinking up at him with long, fluttering lashes. âWanna feel you stretch me open. Donât you wanna use my cunt however you like? Thatâs all I want.â
Good fuck, who could resist that? He buried himself to the hilt, sending his brain to a skittering halt and hers into a frenzy. She grabbed at his back, whimpering with every inch, every drag that he stretched her open. He didnât even register that he was getting scratched by the same nails sheâd obnoxiously painted in his office just a couple weeks ago.
âOh, wow,â he finally groaned, withdrawing and thrusting back in, letting his brain adjust to the feeling of holyfuckIâminsideherwereallyshouldnâtdothis. âI could fuck you forever. You sure you donât want an administrative job around here?â
Her fingers made their way back up to his shoulder, head thumping against the wall. âBite me.â
âIf you insist.â He leaned in and gently sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck, kissing the skin right after. He led all the way up to her ear until she was shivering and his strokes didnât miss a beat.
Y/Nâs cunt clenched around him, and he saw white. âGoddamn, sweetheart, if weâd been doing this sooner, I wouldâve let you do whatever the hell you want,â Rafe groaned, moving her hair out of her face.
She canât let anything nice stay nice, though. âSlut,â she teased, smirk disappearing with a deep stroke.
His eyes narrowed. âIâm the slut?â he asked, pulling out and forcing a whine from her.
He moved her over to his desk, shoving her over the edge and pinning her there. Rafe pushed her head against the solid wood by the nape of her neck. âIâve wanted to bend you over like this since I laid eyes on you,â he muttered, removing his hand and sliding it down her back.
She turned back, batting her lashes at him as he lined up his ruddy tip at her core. âMm, you shouldâve. So forbidden, wouldâve been so hot.â
Rafe didnât answer, just pushed his cock into her and a soft cry escaped from her lips. She tried to bite down on them but he laughed and sank all the way in until his hips were flush with hers. âWeâre over three floors away from the rest of the office. Be as loud as you want, princess.â
And she did. Honestly, it wasnât the best advice, because hearing her cries and whimpers for his cock further in her was only making him lose his rhythm and chance of lasting more than five minutes. He felt her reach down and play with her clit, and normally heâd reprimand her for doing this without permission, but it seemed like torture with how close she already was.
Feeling her cum around his cock was un-fucking-real. He finished shortly after, pulling out to paint her inner thigh with his own spend. He amusedly watched it drip down her skin, down the legs she could barely even stand on.
âJobâs still on the table, baby,â he reminded her, tucking himself back into his trousers. âAnything to keep you here and doing that more. Blackjack next?â
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the siren and the sun (portgas d. ace x reader) [pt3]
a/n: part 3 yippee!! i actually planned out the idea like a week ago but havenât had the time to write it properly until now ;;0;; btw if anyone has any ideas/themes they might wanna see explored in the series, feel free to comment! also bruh i realise iâve never writing mutual pining before so i hope this works :D ajsdjahdihdiuwdh
contents: silly children antics, mutual pining, jealous!Ace and jealous!reader, angst :âÂ
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part 2 || part 4
i.Â
âhey, (Y/N),â Luffy asked through a mouthful of roasted boar.
âdonât talk with your mouth full, Luffy,â Makino reminded him from across the mat laid across the grass. It was her day off and the weather was perfect so she decided to treat you and the brothers to a picnic by a lake near Dadanâs cabin.
âokay, sorry,â the young boy replied, once again through a mouthful of roasted boar. completely forgetting what sheâd just said, he turned back to you and continued his initial train of thought. âhey, (Y/N), when we grow up, i wanna marry you!âÂ
it takes another weekâand nearly a hundred more failed assassination attemptsâfor Ace to realise he wants to join the crew.
âhey, i think heâs gonna talk to Pops about joining us now,â you whisper under your breath, just loud enough for Marco to hear as he stands perched on your shoulders in his half-Zoan form. heâd just returned from checking in on a nearby village and decided you were his perfect landing spot.
âyou sure heâs not just going in to try to kill him again?â the older man replies in an equally hushed manner as he shoots a glance over his shoulder just in time to see Ace enter Whitebeardâs room.Â
âhe looks nervous,â you point out, âall the other times he just looked angry or something.â
Marco hums in what you assume to be agreement, still not showing any signs of getting off your shoulders. the first time he pulled something like this it spooked the hell out of you but now itâs a regular occurance. heâs surprisingly light and you enjoy the warmth that emanates from his phoenix wings.Â
sure enough, the door doesnât go flying off into the ocean like itâs done the last two hundred times. instead, it swings open quietly before Ace walks back out with his hat tilted far down enough to cover most of his face. you manage to catch a glimpse of his lips when he turns to walk over, and you see a hint of a smile.Â
âyou dumbass! do you even know what that means?!â Ace yelled after recovering from choking on his food. he laid a swift chop to Luffyâs head, his frown only deepening when his brother tried to gum-gum pistol him and missed.
âMagra told me itâs what you do when youâre a grown-up and you really love someone whoâs not part of your family! and then after that they become part of your family!â the younger boy whined, rubbing at his sore head. âi want (Y/N) to be part of my family once i become the Pirate King!â beside you, Makino laughed into her palm while you kinda just sat there gobsmacked.Â
speechless, Ace let out a stubborn huff before bonking Luffyâs head once again. he takes a huge bite out of his share of meat whilst the younger boy grumbled in displeasure.
âyouâre just mad (Y/N) wants to marry me instead of you, stinky!â Luffy yells before sticking out his tongue at his older brother.
âshut up, you idiot!â Ace barked, a hint of red flushing his freckled cheeks. âhow do you know who (Y/N) wants to marry anyway!â he then turned to look at you almost expectedly, face growing redder by the second.Â
unsure of what he wanted you to say, you simply stared back at him blankly. after a couple of seconds, he huffed and grumbled something under his breath before taking off entirely, leaving the picnic behind.
ii.
the Moby Dick manages to dock at Cupid Island right before sunset. its citizens, already used to the presence of Whitebeard pirates due to being under their protection, barely bat an eye at the massive crowd making their way to the dockside bar. your crew had visited the island fairly recently but since Whitebeard announced Aceâs decision to join a couple of hours ago, it was unanimously decided that a special celebration was in order.
you enter the bar a little later than the others, with Ace trailing behind you. heâd fallen asleep after lunch and refused to get out of your bed even though the whole crew was waiting to celebrate with him. after a little bribery though (you told him he could sleep in your room tonight) he decided he suddenly really wanted to get a drink with you.Â
you spot Marco the quickest due to his distinct hair and the fact that heâs one of the few sitting directly at the bar. he waves the two of you over when your eyes meet.Â
âhey, (Y/N), Akiraâs looking for you! donât wanna keep your boyfriend waiting, do ya?â he teases, eliciting a chorus of ooooohs from your fellow crewmates. rolling your eyes, you run up to him to deliver a hard slap to his back, inadvertently leaving Ace behind in the process.
âhow many times do i have to tell you, old man!â you hit his back one more time even though itâs clear from how he laughs that it doesnât hurt at all. you continue to berate him, much to the amusement of the onlookers, but Ace finds itâs getting harder to pay attention to what youâre saying as he stands rooted to the spot where you left him.Â
he watches as you join in the festivities so seamlessly. he canât help but feel a tinge of envy when Marco and the others tease you with inside jokes he doesnât get⌠and whatâs this about a boyfriend? you never told him you were dating someone!
eyes still glued to you standing just a few metres away, Ace feels his fingers begin to tingle with heat as his mind starts to race in a way it's never done before.
boyfriend.
your boyfriend?
what about me?
heâs taken aback by his own thoughts. what about him? itâs never occurred to Aceâuntil right nowâthat youâre not his. youâre his best friend, sure, but aside from that you donât owe him any exclusivity, do you? heâs gotten so used to spending time alone with you and Luffy that heâs forgotten other people exist outside of the space the three of you carved in your hearts for each otherâas well as the fact that you might have more space in your heart to carve out for other new people.Â
Ace has to remind himself that youâve only been reunited pretty recently. weaving your lives back together was so seamless and effortless heâd nearly forgotten the fact that youâd spent two whole years away from him; and that heâd spent those two years thinking you were dead.
i mourned for you, didnât i?
did you mourn for me, too?
âhey, get over here already!â you call out to him, breaking his train of thought. wordlessly, he listens and makes his way over to see youâve kept a seat beside you just for him. âtonightâs all about you, yâknow? have some fun!â
seeing you smile lifts a bit of the weight pressing down on his chest and he even gives you a small smile of his own. right as he takes a seat, the bartender returns and Ace catches the way the manâs eyes practically shine once they land on you. the heaviness in his heart returns tenfold as a bitter taste stains the back of his throat.
âfancy seeing you again so soon, (Y/N)!â the bartender greets with a smile that screams lovesickâto Ace, at least.
âhey Akira, yeah itâs a special day today,â you hum, shooting a quick glance at Ace. âgive me two of my usuals, will you? one for me and one for Ace here.â
âahh you must be the one Marco was telling me about!â Akira finally turns his attention away from you to look at Ace. ânice to meet you, iâm Akira and iâm the owner of the bar.â he offers his hand and Ace shakes it as amicably as he canâconsidering he wants nothing more than to set Akira on fire right now.
and also (Y/N)âs boyfriend, i presume?
he nearly says aloud but he bites his tongue and just smiles.Â
âLuffy ate all your food, yâknow?â you said in a hushed tone, careful not to wake Dadan and the others.Â
âi donât care.â Ace crossed his arms, frowning face illuminated by the single lit lamp sat in between the two of you. an arms length away, Luffy snored in his sleep.
âwhy were you so mad anyway?â
â... i wasnât mad.â
âyou sure looked mad.â
âi just thought Luffy was being stupid.â
âheâs always stupid.â Ace laughed at that one. you were right, his little brother was pretty dumb but his definition of marriage, though not totally accurate, wasnât really wrong either. âyou donât want me to marry Luffy?â you teased.
âdo you even wanna marry him?â he huffed as he flicked his finger at your forehead.
âno, not really,â you admitted. Luffy certainly wasnât the worst person you could imagine yourself marrying but he felt too much like a baby brother to you. Ace averted his eyes away from yours as his face flushed a familiar red.
âyou should marry me instead⌠when weâre all grown up, i mean.â
for a few seconds you were speechless and Ace nearly considered throwing himself off a mountain; but then you reached out to hold his hand, your fingers cold to the touch.
âshouldnât we date first?â your eyes refused to meet his as well. âdonât adults date before they get married?â
âi donât know.â he shrugged even though neither of you were even looking at the other.Â
âthatâs what my parents did, i think.âÂ
âwell, your parents suck,â Ace declared, he hated your parents even though he never met them. you hummed in agreement. âbut, if you want,â he continued as he adjusted his hand so that your fingers interlocked, his heart beating like crazy, âwe can date first. then iâll ask you to marry me. deal?â
âdeal.âÂ
iii.
âwait, youâre not dating?â Thatch gasps, face slightly reddened from the few drinks heâs already had. âwe all thought he was your long lost boyfriend or something.â a few other crew members voice their agreement.
rubbing your face in your hands, you sigh. though, you canât really blame them. to outsiders, the way you and Ace behave around each other doesnât exactly scream platonic.
âno, weâre just childhood friends,â you say, taking a sip of your third drink of the night. youâd long since migrated from the bar to the table where Thatch and a few others are sitting. the topic of your relationship status was only brought up once the fourth division commander noticed a crowd of young women forming around Ace, whoâd stayed by the bar with Marco.
âi was so ready to kick his ass,â Thatch says, âi legitimately thought he was your boyfriend! he acts like a lovesick puppy and follows you around all the time.â he takes another swig of beer before shooting another glance at the group of women fawning over Ace.
âmaybe he was just out of options,â a random crewmate youâre not very familiar with chimes in. as rude as it sounds, you can tell from his tone he hadnât meant it in a mean way but he still apologises when Thatch and the others call him out.
âi mean, you might be right,â you admit, unable to keep your eyes away from the activity going on by the bar counter. Aceâs freckled face is tinted red even though heâs barely halfway through his first and only drink as the handful of local women fawn and flirt with him in a manner thatâs only normal on Cupid Islandâa place renown for its openness to romantic love.
although, even if you werenât on Cupid Island, you still wouldnât be surprised if women flocked to Ace on the daily. with his cute face, attractive physique and friendly demeanour, you canât exactly blame them.
is this what your life was like when we were apart for two years?Â
did you fall in love with anyone? are you in love with anyone?
you raise your glass to your lips but find it difficult to even take a sip. thereâs a bitter taste lingering in the back of your throat that you know for sure didnât come from any of your drinks. one of the ladies flirting with Ace laughs particularly loudly and you realise you canât stay here anymore.Â
your chest hurts too much in a way it's never done before. youâre old enough to know why youâre feeling this way but you avoid thinking about it as much as you can, worried that if you face the truth head-on, you might end up feeling worse.
you stand up abruptly, the scrapping of your chair against the worn wooden floor inadvertently attracting the attention of everyone in the bar. most lost interest right away but some curious stares linger. you feel a hint of embarrassment at being caught but your slight intoxication and frazzled mind makes it hard for you to care about shame right now.
without saying anything to anyone, you make your way to the exit.Â
you reentered my life so abruptly and we fell back into place like puzzle pieces so seamlessly. i canât remember my life before you came into it.
as you walk past the bar, you fail to notice Ace calling out your name.
iâve taken for granted how happily you accept me back in your arms, just like when we were kids. how will i cope once you leave me for something better?
tears sting your eyes as the cold night air whips at your face. as quickly as you can, you walk back to the Moby Dick.
â(Y/N)! whereâre you going?â Ace shouts as he catches up after ditching the group of women at the bar without a second thought. the moment he sensed you were upset, all his mind could focus on was making you feel better somehow. âare you okay?â he reaches out to grab your arm the moment youâre within range. although you donât outright shake off his hand, you donât stop walking either.Â
âgo back to the celebration, Ace,â you say without even looking at him, âitâs for you. you should have as much fun as you can.â you know youâre being unfair to him but the sudden revelation youâve had to deal with tonight is taking its toll on you mentally and emotionally.
âit wonât be fun without you,â he whines, tightening his grip on your elbow. whyâre you so cold all of a sudden? âcome back in with me. we can hang out, just the two of us.âÂ
you want to so badly but youâre not sure if youâll be able to handle seeing the same group of ladies waiting for Ace when you return. the aching in your chest grows tenfold and before you realise, youâre no longer able to avoid thinking about why you feel this way.
iâm so jealous.
iâm so selfish.
âno,â you finally stop walking and turn around to look up at Ace. he furrows his eyebrows when he notices the tears pooling in your eyes. âi canâtâ i mean iâm not feeling well. i just wanna rest. you should go back,â you say as you force a smile that fails to fool him, âyou looked like you were having fun⌠with all the girls, i mean. donât stop because of me.â
for a moment Ace doesnât know what to say and you take full advantage of it, tearing your arm out of his grip before continuing your walk back to the ship. he watches for a while as you leave, a million thoughts running through his mind as the pounding of his heart grows stronger by the second.
donât leave me. i just want to be with you.Â
he decides to run after you.Â
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