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Queen Camilla, President of JDRF, visits a research laboratory for type 1 diabetes and subsequently attends a recpetion in The Pears Building at The Royal Free Hospital, London, 29.06.2023
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Hey could you write a Finnick odair / reader where snow forces them to pretend to date like he did with katniss and peeta? The whole convince him and get married as a distraction thing? Thanks :)
the pretender
finnick odair x reader
synopsis: being reaped from the victorâs pool changed your life in more ways than you imagined
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you were his favorite girl.
girl. you were a girl when you had been reaped, a girl when your feet stepped off the platform, more shocked that you didnât immediately blow up into bits. a girl when you had committed your first kill. you remembered the sound of your knife slicing into human flesh for the first time. the ringing in your ears had become permanent after you had been too close to the explosion that had killed half of the tributes. an explosion that you had accidentally caused.
your rebellious spirit was fun at first, for the capital to laugh and delight in, until you stopped using the scripts that they had written for you, and tried to destroy the idea of the girl in their minds.
snow subdued you, tried to barter your familyâs life with cooperation. unbeknownst to him, you hadnât seen your family in years since they had abandoned you, for fighting against your fatherâs abuse.
âkill them. do whatever you want to them. just leave me alone.â your own words haunted you since the day snow had presented evidence of their murders. you didnât dare flinch in his presence, holding a strong facade that you didnât care, that they were beneath you.
as he left, irritated at your refusal to comply, letting ideas stir in his head with what to do with you, you broke down. tears shed as you realized that they were gone because of you, because you couldnât let your anger go.
but snow liked you, he mustâve had a reason to keep you around for so long, and until just a few days ago, you hadnât known why.
you breathed deeply as you heard your name called. it was deja vu, and suddenly you were back to the thirteen year old girl, who was so emaciated and starved that when her name was called, she believed she was hallucinating.
you looked crudely into the screen, not offering any smiles or sign of pride that you had been reaped, all over again.
ây/n l/n.â hearing your full name made you turn around immediately. you were slightly blinded by his blonde hair and pearly white smile.
âfinnick odair.â you realized who the man was, quicker than youâd admit. the last time you had seen him was at a ridiculous capital party that snow had forced you to attend. finnick had been leaned against a wall, with two capital sluts hanging onto his shoulders, whispering in his ears simultaneously.
he smiled, not surprised that you didnât say anything else besides his name. you had that tendency about you, to shoot down any attempt at conversation. even going as far to avoid it all together. âiâm glad you havenât tried to run away, not after i had caught you eyes and you dashed off at that party. how long ago was that? three,â his speech hung onto the words, âfour?â
âfive months. itâs been five months, finnick.â you remembered his gaze, and remembered how your feet made you run at the sight. you had heard stories about finnick, and you werenât exactly planning on ever talking to him.
âthatâs right.â he smiled, âi hope youâve been well since then. it was nice seeing you in something other than a bloody shirt.â his gaze suddenly seemed very far away, as if he was remembering exactly what you wore that night.
you shrugged, deciding to change topics, âeveryone else is polishing their weapons,â you heard a guttural war cry, and saw another tribute lunge at a partner, âand methods.â finnick turned to the source of the cry and laughed slightly, âoh yeah? whatâs your choice of weapon, again?â
âknives. anything long and sharp.â you always had an affinity for knives. it was second nature to you, an art of your district. your mind drifted away slightly to the array of knives that you had collected during your games. every tribute that you had slaughtered had a knife, and you collected them as a token. by the end, you had 23 knives, all representing a kill.
it had been upsetting when you went on your victory tour, to see the look on their familyâs faces, but you had blurred out their emotions, and at the height of your submission to snow, had given out the same apathetic speech to every district.
finnick watched as your mind drifted back to reality. wherever you had gone for the better half of a minute, was a place finnick spent every waking moment, running away from.
he grabbed your shoulder, squeezing it slightly as he looked into your eyes, whispering your name, âhey, hey.â you focused on his eyes, gaze shifting to his mouth as they shaped the syllables of your name. you swallowed thickly, âim sorry-iâŠâ you pulled away, his hand falling free of your shoulder. finnick watched as you exited the training room, your hands balled up into fists as you disappeared through the doorway.
âabsolutely not.â you had spent your childhood under the thumb of one man, and you had barely made it out from under snowâs. this was only another way to get you under it once more.
finnick had his head bowed, having listened to snowâs pitch to make the two of you a couple. he needed something to distract the capital citizens from peeta and katniss, who everyone knew, was just a thorn in snowâs side.
âmy dear, i really donât think you have a choice in the matter.â snowâs eyes narrowed at you and you sighed, âwhat else is there left for you to do? im already being marched to my death, again, just speed the process up. poison me like you do the rest.â you took a good jab at one of the many secrets you had obtained, living in his cage.
snow laughed, âi wouldâve done that a long time ago, y/n.â
just as you were beginning to argue again, finnick looked up, eyes catching yours. he held your gaze for a minute, blinking his wet eyes at you. there was something that was telling you that this wasnât just about you.
finnick.
oh how could you forget finnick.
there was something clearly at stake for him too, otherwise why had he remained silent this entire time?
compliance was something he had to get used to, also under snowâs control.
âokay, fine.â you felt yourself swallow bile, âiâll do it.â you looked at finnick, your future husband, and the reason why you were even agreeing.
âwhy did you do it?â his voice cracked, a raw noise as he looked over at you. you had been silent the whole time since leaving the meeting with snow. you shuddered with the strong winds, having been sat out on the stoop of the building, housing all the reaped former victors.
you looked at finnick, having caught his gaze, holding it for a moment, âmy entire life iâve been selfish, and i guess i realized that it isnât always about putting myself first.â you knew the stories, heard the rumors. snow had barely played with the idea, making you like finnick, but you had always refused. there was nothing left for him to leverage, and so it never went anywhere.
but this, pairing the two of you was nothing short of cruel. finnick who has everything to lose, with you, who he probably didnât expect to agree.
finnick hitched a breath, understanding what you werenât saying. âthank you.â he breathed, âand im sorry.â
you stood up suddenly, nodding as you turned towards the entrance, âjust-â you cut yourself off, waving a hand as you continued inside.
he made the announcement. finnick had decided that with the pull he has on the capital, that he would be the one to do it. especially since he was so beloved, the attention from it was to challenge katniss and peetaâs.
you had agreed to play the part, and now you had to act like it.
there was loud cheering and applause from the crowd, and you were pushed out onto the stage, more cheers erupting as finnick stood up to meet you halfway. you kissed his cheek, grabbing his hand tightly as you two fluttered across the stage.
caesar flickerman was already standing there with a bright, capitol smile. âthis is your lovely bride. we hear the honeymoon is the arena?â he looked at finnick who tipped his head back for a laugh, but didnât answer outright.
you gave a soft laugh, âwe just loved each other so much, we couldnât wait.â
caesar looked at you, as if remembering who you were exactly, âwow.â he seemed truly amazed, perhaps even shocked.
finnick noticed the heaviness in the interview and turned his head at caesar, trying to keep the attention on the union rather than the individuals.
he grabbed your hand suddenly, clutching it tightly. as he held it for the rest of the interview, you staring at the faces in the crowd, more love struck than you, you wondered if he was trying to comfort you or himself.
âfinnick.â you looked around behind you, only seeing peeta in front of you. the first few days in the arena had been a blur. you had stuck by close with finnick, who made it his mission to stay close to katniss. there was something he wasnât telling you, but you didnât once doubt him.
âfinnick?â you whipped your head around and couldnât find him. you were always in front of him, so he could remain in his eye line at all times. except you had failed to make sure he was in yours.
your ears started ringing as the panic set in. you scanned the trees and couldnât find any sign of him or katniss, realizing this as peeta shared your same panicked look. your throat felt tight as you screamed his name, âfinnick!â peeta suddenly took off, feet blazing towards more greenery. you had no choice but to follow, knowing finnick wouldâve had you stick with peeta.
as you barely caught up to peeta, you saw him hit the floor as you ran up. whatever he had bounced off of was holding katniss and finnick back.
you looked at finnick, unable to catch his eyes as he looked up frantically. there was something you were missing, there were just bir-
âjabberjays.â peeta groaned out, âthey canât hear us, but they hear our screams.â he swallowed thickly, resting near the force field. katniss was knelt down at the edge, eyes tightly shut. you stared at finnick, at a loss for words. the panic in his face looked so real, you wondered who he was hearing.
you tore your eyes away, watching him suffer was not something you had signed up for. you felt defeated, unable to do anything as you and peeta sat like sitting ducks, waiting this torture out.
you hadnât talked to him since the jabberjays. peeta had comforted katniss, in any way sheâd let him. but they were different, you and finnick were different.
yes, you were married, he was your husband. but the issue was, you hadnât much time to even begin to share intimate details, let alone have a good conversation. this was what snow wanted, an empty marriage to stir up all the attention.
except you knew your performance was failing. the audience could see right through you.
âhey.â finnick had snuck up on you. you had stayed a few feet away from him and the others, unsure how to handle it all. but it seems like finnick was trying to make it work. but it should be the other way around.
âfinnick.â you breathed a sigh of relief unintentionally, hoping he didnât catch on, you watched as he sat down on the sand beside you. he grabbed your hand, and for a moment you thought it to be genuine, until he raised an eyebrow.
right.
âiâm so sorry.â your voice hitched, and finnick steadied his gaze, âseeing you like that-â you faked a choked sob, âi just couldnât do it. i couldnât look at you and see-â you cut yourself off, throwing your head in your hands.
snow had to be happy that you were selling yourself off to protect finnick. but beside that heart to heart you had with him in the beginning, you had nothing else to go off of.
âi heard you.â finnickâs voice cracked, âyou were screaming, these terrible, horrible screams.â he shook his head, as if he were hearing them all over again, making you realize that he was telling the truth. âand it wouldnât stop.â he breathed. his breathing got harder and you found yourself kissing him to make him stop. finnick panted into the kiss, as if you had grounded him. you pulled back, catching his eye as you looked away.
your hand that he had been holding gripped his harder. you looked out into the water, watching as itâs dangerous waters moved, unsure on how you would survive this.
with or without him.
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m reader x dahyun // 9k words
(shoutout to @passingnotions for allowing me to adapt this idea <3)
âI have her here waiting at the desk if youâre ready to see her, sir.âÂ
âPerfect. Send her up.âÂ
Itâs peculiar for these kinds of rumors to circulate given her status - and even when the sounds of her heels click off against the polished tiles and get gradually louder; until she steps past the open door and into the oval office, you still canât put together why sheâs a controversial topic in the first place.Â
âIâm glad that we can finally have this arrangement,â you say, glancing over the more she makes her presence known, âOverseer.â Â
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Itâs as simple as it sounds:Â
Sheâs the regulator. Youâre the higher-up. Itâs your job to assess, determine, and take action.Â
And the roles exist for a reason, and every system has its necessary balance. Nobody gets out of line, and nobody ever questions the orders that come from the superiors. Everything feels right in its place, between the people and where this institution stands, but thereâs one catch that youâve sought yourself to see out personally, after hearing some peculiar commentary building up with various faculty members.
This very woman standing in your quarters exudes this infectious aura that sweeps up the whole room. In the case of the students, it would send a chill down their spine, get a few beads of sweat to form in the palms of their hands and foreheads - a quick breath beneath their lips as they tense up because despite not being the main person in trouble, and she makes them feel that way regardless.Â
âI would like to know why you asked to see me in the first place,â she says, face stoic as she settles into the seat, gaze locked with yours, âHopefully this isnât about what we discussed the other time, is it?âÂ
Something in the way that she sits, and how the two-piece set of her dress rests along the line of her shoulders, how her eyes dart through yours when youâve caught yourself staring a bit longer than expected. Make the goosebumps along your arms stand up underneath the sleeves.Â
âItâs partly that,â you answer, pinching the edge of your cuff, hoping to divert the attention of death staring in your direction. âAmong other things.âÂ
âMeaning what, sir?âÂ
Breaking eye contact, the formality alone snaps some composure into you. To recap: youâve been in and out of meetings all day, talking about future plans to implement amongst the student body and faculty; then there was some discrepancies that was dealt with from past incidents brought to your desk, but the common thread from these accounts all pointed to the same thing:Â
âItâs about your recent-â the pause alone of the intended word hanging between your lips makes the Overseer puzzled about this discussion (though with the implications through the reports sitting on your desk, tell a different tale).Â
â-modes of conduct.â You tell her, which only earns a quirked eyebrow and a nod, signaling that youâre right. âIâm sure youâve heard whatâs been going around between the other staff members and what not, Dahyun.âÂ
Even the name alone sometimes sends chills to your body. Overseer Kim Dahyun: the academyâs best instructor. Lead figure when it comes to dishing out disciplinary measures to those who were stupid enough to go against the rules. Once she has someone thatâs out of order, itâs automatically assured that there wonât be any further incidents coming from them moving on. Youâve looked at the written reports, noticed that thereâs nothing worth putting against someone like her with the reputation that she carries, but no one ever really stays perfect for this long.Â
âSo tell me, Superior,â Dahyun begins, one leg over the other in her chair while you continue with the glacial pacing around the office, âWhat is it that you have heard about me, circling around with the other staff in the past weeks?âÂ
âI guess itâs mainly the latter, the âformsâ of discipline youâve been committing with various students.âÂ
âWhat about them?âÂ
âThat's the reason why Iâm having this discussion with you in the first place.âÂ
Dahyun tilts her head down, eyes wandering the opposite direction, reflecting almost as her mind tries to piece the different shards of information rummaging about in her head. Sheâs one to not leave anything unchecked - down to the minute detail possible. Intricate in the way that she does her line of work, and meticulous with how she wants things to be done. She also gets along well with others to which they speak highly of her. You wouldnât want to call these accounts âaccusationsâ; not yet, until youâve seen both ends of the scope before drawing up a solid conclusion.Â
She turns her head around to see you at the tray table next to the door, tending to the two glasses of water before a wave to the keypad locks the deadbolt into place, to ensure privacy and know that someone will eventually knock without even going to the front desk in the first place. âThis is a first for me, especially coming from you, questioning my methods.âÂ
âI donât see what you mean,â you tell her, making peace with the glass in your left hand to which she accepts, âIâm only aware of the stories that were told in recent weeks.â Dahyun acknowledges with a sip, eyes still trained on you now on the other side of your desk, âLet this be a simple conversation between you and I, please.âÂ
âOkay then,â she remarks, handing back the empty glass once sheâs done with it, âIâll ask this again: What is it that youâve heard about me that caused this whole debacle in the first place?âÂ
Her look shifts up, maintaining her posture, hands resting on her lap. Thereâs a few strands in her hair that look out of place, but most of it is neatly tied up in the bun hanging low behind her head. She knows that she holds this sort of entitlement, this status - even from the glances alone in all sorts of seriousness tell you not to mess with a woman like her if you were a student.Â
But youâre not.Â
The lift from her eyebrows, above the upper rims of her glasses, prompting you to answer. Itâs all in your head, right there, the only problem is how the delivery is going to hit her. You have every right to feel bad to be the bearer of not-so-good news, but itâs the part of the job, and the more you stand there in silence with her looking up waiting for a reply, adds on the slow building tension in the room.Â
Youâre reminded however, of the actions she committed.Â
âWe have an issue, technically itâs not really an issue, yet.â Dahyunâs gaze twists at that, but it isnât a look of clear confusion, moreso thrown off at the very topic of discussion. She scoffs, slightly amused, and you canât blame her for giving that reaction. âThough itâs been brought to my attention in the past few days.âÂ
And in terms of issues, thereâs hardly any throughout the academy; thanks to the dedication towards molding the best and brightest students into civilized beings for the real world. Most of these incidents come at a scarce occurrence alone - but it still happens even if itâs an ordinary day throughout the week.Â
She blinks twice, maybe thrice, turns her head away, fixated on the edge of the desk still. Her hands mold together with a small unease, but she still looks empathetic with how her eyelids flutter in the small lines of breaking light past the windows.Â
âSo say it then,â she says, tone flat - like in her lectures or when having a one-on-one conversation with a troubled student outside the hallways, âsince youâre always so on top of the loop with the faculty here.âÂ
The prompting. Itâs so on brand for her to be like this - to set someone else up as a way for them to keep their attention, carrying on with the conversation till she finally has that satisfaction with the answer. Thereâs some admiration for her, in the way that she doesnât back down from a disagreement, because sheâll always see it through no matter what the circumstance may be. Itâs her strength, and also her weakness, but sheâs good enough to not let it show on her face.Â
At some point you were afraid of her, something that you can admit to yourself from a long while ago. Not a lot of people at the academy even really liked her because sheâs extremely intimidating, and that still seems to be the case now. Though, with all of the different events spread out across the place, some of the roses were given in her effort to come out of her shell which she takes your encouragement. Itâs in those rare moments where she laughs or smiles, like a blue moon passing in the night sky.Â
You remember the task at hand, what needs to be done.Â
âItâs about the students,â you tell her, air slipping through your upper lip as a way of preparation, âIâve been told by a few individuals that youâve been having an affair with one of them.âÂ
âWhat!?âÂ
âThis is all just speculation,â you say, settling into your chair as Dahyun keeps her posture upright and composed, âHence you being here to tell me your side of the story so that we can try to line up the two different perspectives together.âÂ
âThatâs what this is about?âÂ
âDahyun.â That sense of professionalism has to be cared for. An eye to the desk to the few different reports that insinuate a wrongful framing; some of them were just verbal accounts and had to be on the record, but the whistleblower tip in the form of a post-it note already caused quite a stir around the teachers lounge.Â
âAll of this is unbelievable.â She plucks her glasses away from her face, catching a few wisps fall out from their spot on the top of her head, clearly irritated. âI have- I have not. In no way those accusations are true.âÂ
You pull your lips inward, trying to be sympathetic as much as possible in addition to being transparent. Her eyes darted back at yours, fully interested as to what you might say next. She expects an answer, and youâll give it to her, but all you do is raise an eyebrow to where she scrunches her eyes in response.Â
âAre you sure?â To that, Dahyun rolls her eyes. You notice a quick pull from one of the corners of her lip, shuffling the small stack of files off to the side, leaning closer with both elbows on the wood. âI hope you realize that if you are withholding information from me, it can lead to harsher consequences.âÂ
Dahyun clasps her hand to a fist, face still as stone as you watch her eyes sweep across the floor. A heavy bundle of air leaves your chest, keeping your gaze locked to her, waiting for an answer within the next moments or so. She knows that she canât shy away from this, and she knows that the only direction to take is the one where truth is the sole passage. Itâs also very interesting the way she doesnât falter, sheltering her emotions inside. Youâve only seen her be the opposite of that - only once, a spell ago, and you were convinced that it was only a one time thing. The silence seems to get louder in the room, and she finally shifts her eyes back to you.Â
âWell?â you ask, to break the tension a bit, âYouâre not my enemy here. I just want you to be as open and honest as possible.âÂ
You can see the slightest clench at the bottom of her jaw, gritting her teeth behind her lips. Thereâs that thought of clear common sense, telling you that what she did was wrong, but thatâs just one side of the story. Sure, that someone who created the rumor mightâve done it out of spite, or maybe they wanted to see Dahyun in a state of panic just for the fun of it. Some will say one thing, and others will say another. The only way that youâll know for sure to make all of this go away is the personal statement directly from her.Â
âOverseer.â You huff, sighing out of pure annoyance.
Her brows crunch in response to the title.Â
âI need to know. Thatâs all Iâm requesting of you right now.âÂ
She sets herself square on the seat, facing you; sheâs matching your height now in a sitting position, but despite the lack in length is replaced with the demeanor that she carries. Thereâs been some sort of competition thrown around by the students, talking about how Dahyunâs figure comes second to none with the likes of Jihyo or Mina to name a few. Gawking at the fellow staff members who caught wind of the conversation is what you give them, and it would take a metric fuck-ton of persuading to spill an answer out of your lips.Â
Still no answer from her as of this second.Â
âOverseer Dahyun,â voice now in a much lower register than usual to punctuate the gravity of the situation, âWe donât have all day; so either you fess up now, or Iâll carry on this conversation tomorrow if Iâm not going to get it out of you today.âÂ
Running her upper lip inward, you carry on with the scattered paperworks spread across the desk as she contemplates, unwilling to make eye contact with her while she keeps her eyes focused on you. By all expectations, you were hoping that this meeting would be quick and easy; just get the required information before writing up a report and be on your way. Still, you canât help but think as to why sheâs being so reluctant about saving her status let alone her job - all because she didn't do something that had very little significance to her and became such a big deal.Â
âFine,â you say, slapping the pen lightly on the desk before beginning to stand up from the chair, âJust forget that I asked and you can-âÂ
âOne.â she finally says, after what felt like an eternity it seems. And then again, âOne.âÂ
âOkay, now weâre getting somewhere,â you start, falling back onto the seat; Dahyun collects herself with the subtle rise and fall of her chest, breathing carefully. That crucial first step was already taken, and the plan in your mind to diminish this whole controversy is slowly scaffolding into place. âSo Iâll ask this once again in a different way: Are you having an affair with one of the students in the academy?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âIs itâŠjust the one?âÂ
âJust the one.âÂ
Despite how this information may be shocking to a degree, composure has to be kept from this point on. Youâre just simply doing your job as the superior, and if this doesnât get solved quickly, thereâs more people in higher places than you that will do what you couldnât.Â
âSo,â you set yourself up for the next connecting inquiry, âI want a full explanation for this, as to when and how all of this came to be.âÂ
Dahyun licks her lips, unsure if what sheâll say next will either be her saving grace or a shortsighted opportunity breeding on disappointment. You can easily tell that sheâs uneasy, and itâs very impressive at how sheâs able to keep an expressionless face for an instance like this. Put anyone else that works here in her seat and situation, theyâd all panic or break a sweat pleading for an appeal to save their own skin. To hell with the fading wish for an interesting day every few weeks or so - because this potential scandal might make the whole week or even the whole year.Â
âAlright,â she relaxes, finally letting her body release all of the tension while she flutters her eyes back to you, âFor the record, he came to me. It was-â a quick look to the side before subduing the sudden impulse coursing through her neck, âIt was supposed to be a simple form of disciplinary action. A one time thing. Had him serve the correction and be on his way. Though, youâre very familiar with, well- you know, the methodology.âÂ
âI see, and it took you that long to tell your side of the story??â Swallowing the small lump in your throat growing as her eyes fail to leave yours. âBut let me guess, he-âÂ
âHe wanted to see me. Actually, he wanted to keep seeing me. I asked him as to why one day, and he was just fascinated with the approach that I do; he just wanted the pleasure for himself and as for me, I reveled in the satisfaction of taking advantage of him.âÂ
âAnd you found it to be completely appropriate for this little entanglement to keep on happening?âÂ
Dahyun then leans forward, and thank Christ you managed to save your wandering eyes from leering a second too late at the overflowing swarm of pale thighs ballooning on the cushion as more and more skin is revealed at the help of that tight light blue dress getting hiked up with the press of her legs. The inquisitive angle of her head at the given question, letting a stray wisp of her hair fall from the side before she drags it back behind the cuff of her ear. âSo what are you saying?â
âWell, Iâm the one who asked you first,â you answer, twiddling the pen around your fingers, maintaining eye contact with her. âBesides, Iâm also not the one stuck in the middle of this debacle in the first place anyway.âÂ
She sighs, head cocked back, almost vexed that this meeting has gone way longer than intended. You couldâve waited until after hours once all of the students had left the campus, but this was also the best possible convenient time because of the gap in her schedule during the regular day. Her lips stay shut, the soft tick of the clock mounted on the wall keeps on going. Maybe raising a white flag in the means of things might be better for today, and youâll pick up where you left off tomorrow.Â
Most days donât often go this way. Aside from the usual responsibilities throughout the typical day whether it would be out your desk or out and about peeping in different classrooms, youâre slightly ecstatic for the sudden change in pace around these halls. âI digress,â you say, leaning forward before finally carrying on, âSo as your superior, Overseer, Iâll leave it off with this. Do you have anything else left to say before I draft up a report for all of the parties affected?âÂ
Dahyun crosses her left leg over the other, clutching the glasses in her hand, her head tilts at that same right angle as earlier. The gaze she has is unchanging, staring at you right in the face while youâre quickly examining the two sheets of paper placed next to each other on the desk, sliding them away into the pile as you stand up off the chair. Youâll take this meeting as a win, at least some of the information was suitable enough to your liking for now. With all that done and over withâ
âStill no answer?â You ask, fingers dancing along the button of your cuff, carefully threading it through the small slit, âDonât make me ask this againââÂ
âNo.âÂ
âNo?âÂ
âI told you. No.âÂ
âReally now?âÂ
âI have already made my case with you, sir. Thereâs nothing else left for me to say for the time being.â she answers with a shrug to her shoulders.Â
Dahyunâs throat tenses when she sees the once needling eyes from you become quickly disinterested with her return. Incompetence was a sheer rarity with the way you operate your role, let alone a hindrance that you see in other people. Like the rest, it wouldnât be long for everyone to get whipped into the ânew regimeâ all those years ago; some stimulating commentary at the time, but everyone understood once the policies were put into place.Â
Though, this meeting has gone long enough, and keeping her here wouldnât really do anyone good at this point.Â
âConsider this conversation to be over, then,â you say, turning your body to the window panes set behind your desk, looking out at the moving trees in the breeze. âYouâll hear from me within the next few days so, carry on until youâre notified.âÂ
She then stands too, hand clasping to her wrist, subjectively giving you a nod with your back turned, seeing her out of your peripheral vision. The emotionless look thatâs her only mask, unimpressed and cold, as if nothing ever phases her in the tiniest of mishaps. You know that sheâs just like the rest, despite wearing that facade like if life were to depend on it, part of you wants to break her- to tear up that infuriating fray of nothingness, spark some kind of fear into her core that would have her screaming, beg for a twinge of mercy.Â
Reading those accounts of what she did with that student, wasnât supposed to make you interested, but it is. A worthy head-scratcher for someone like her to have a few screws loose every now and then. It just didn't add up, for her to treat this so pointlessly.Â
Even when she starts to bundle her feet together, swiveling them across the tile, she still carries this peculiar gracefulness in her step as her profile sweeps out of the picture - her back coming into view. Sheâs put up with that facade against you for so long, you know that itâll be easy for her to comply in her case because itâs not in her nature for her to defy orders.Â
A turn of the head signifies a chance out of desperation; a lifeline, and youâll give her the luxury of deciding her fate.Â
âAnd one more thing,â you setup, rolling the sleeves of your shirt to the elbow, to where Dahyun turns her body the long way round, hands behind her back, waiting for the next thing to leave your lips, âIâll be perfectly blunt with you because I know that you clearly know better.â
Her forehead twitches at the cause of her brows bridging against each other. You see the small nick of her head that also shows the acknowledgement sheâs willing to give you, both ears and eyes trained on you once the spread of your fingertips rest on the polished bark.Â
âYouâre aware of this academyâs policies when it comes to relationships among peers, itâs basically frowned upon,â you tell her lowly, âLet alone of the fact that youâve been having this intolerable amount of behavior out of the false guise of indignancy.â She starts to internalize this short reproachment youâre dishing out on her, watching as her eyes expand by the passing second, âNow, Iâve couldâve let this be handled by the high council, but theyâve gave the chance to me in order to see if I can get this incident resolved without having any further escalating conflicts.âÂ
She parts her lips, wanting to take the opportunity at clearing her name, but she holds back since thereâs that hanging impression of âwhatâs there left to be said once everything is put on the table?â And even so, would anything serve to be better in the good graces of innocence for her case?
So she says nothing. Forever holding her peace while you audibly scoff at her. âI expected better from you, Overseer, I really did.âÂ
It takes the next few seconds to re-organize your workstation, she hangs herself in limbo, gathering her thoughts as the window to save herself starts to close smaller and smaller, and she finally takes the sealed fate into her hands.Â
âIf I may,â she says, diverting your attention from the desk back to her - hesitant to the point where you can rightfully assume that sheâs eager to finally set everything straight: âIâd like to formally tender my resignation here at the Academy.âÂ
A bold move, Overseer, but a surprise one too-Â
âOn what grounds?â you ask, clearly taken aback with the sudden course of action by her own admission. âI donât really see to understand while you would go to such lengths for this little incident-âÂ
âBecause I will admit to you, Superior, that I saw that student out of my own volition. Iâve made the effort to set time aside from my schedule so that he and I could have our private meetings in my office; for the sake of his pleasure and for my sake of being able to satisfy those kinds of requests for him.âÂ
This tidbit of honesty coming out serves as a great reaction to your scolding, and not a lot of people get the credit they deserve trying to convince a person like Dahyun, but luckily youâre the one - if not the only one to have that ability in advising her. You always believed that sheâd come around in some way or another, considering that this was the very first big fuck up from her too.Â
âSuperior.â The name alone brings you back. âPlease, consider my resignation. And Iâll make all of this go away.âÂ
âI canât do that.âÂ
âWhy canât you?â Her voice is strained, a fist at the side of her thigh, nails deep into her palm enough to draw blood, âI have to do this. I need to do this, sir. Please, let me-âÂ
You can see the desperation start to break through the cracks of her stoic persona, inching closer to where you want her to be. She can play the cool, level-headed teacher all she wants, but you know that this whole fiasco was her doing; like anyone else, theyâll do anything to make things right, no matter the cost. Then the getting ahead starts to seep through your frontal lobe: what sheâll start asking for next, the kinds of lengths sheâll commit to if youâre not the one to throw the figurative lifeline at her.Â
Not just yet, guiding her into the right mindset will fall into place if you let the inner workings of panic do their thing.Â
âOverseer Kim.â You slowly navigate closer to her, rounding the desk with every moving step across the room. âEven if you were to leave, you canât. Iâve taken the liberty of locking the door here because I knew that this would happen: the way that youâre acting, we canât have this.âÂ
Itâs amazing at how sheâs at ease, despite having the mini breakdown just an instant before.Â
Because her act is rapidly deteriorating.Â
âSir, I donât follow-âÂ
âDahyun.â With a hand to her shoulder, her face freezes right when she flashes a look of suspicion, tensing up at the touch before she locks eyes with you again, the unsureness diminishing with a singular eyebrow raise. âIâm giving you an opportunity to have all of this resolved without any loose repercussions.â You can feel the heart rate within her start to calm down the way her breathing stabilizes, tension along the line of her shoulders releasing with every pass of air, âThere would be no need to resign, and we would find a workaround to prevent this from ever happening again.â
âAnd how would you suggest that, Superior?âÂ
âBy granting you amnesty. Without the word from anyone else but me.âÂ
You can see that same sweep of her eyes moving left and right, unable to meet yours. The offer alone is taking her a significant amount of time to consider, a mistake that sheâs willing to undo. She then looks up with a wistful gaze, the small spark dashing through her irises - as if she had just made the discovery of fire. Her mind starts to work and itâs so easy to tell, reflecting on this potential choice that sheâs able to make. âYou donât mean-â
âMean what?â Letting a sly grin break through your lips.Â
âBy amnesty,â she adds, tilting her chin up, bearing your arms across your chest, âWhat would I have to do in order to achieve this?âÂ
She has a general idea of the term itself, and maybe you think sheâs also heard of the many things thrown around with this specific practice or policy of yours. This occurrence has happened a few times, whipping up a few notable individuals into shape - some much more needed than others, but the commonality between all of them: theyâd always submit themselves to you.Â
âDo you admit and accept the responsibilities of your actions, Overseer?â You formally request with hands reaching to the fine creases of her dress to which she accepts.Â
Thereâs a brief pause of consideration again, and youâre watching her eyes never leave yours, thinking about the whole reason that you two are in this position in the first place. It may be a little hard to believe still; knowing what Dahyun will do not only for herself, but for the academy. Then thereâs the logged report from your desk, in detail of what she did with that student, makes you realize that sheâs got a screw loose in her head.Â
âYes, sir.â She answers, looking up with a delighted smile, fully realizing the opportunity and taking it with no regret. âI do.âÂ
âGood.â With a sigh of relief, a hand escalates to the back of her neck. âBecause your punishment begins now.â And sheâs in awe of the shimmer in your eyes, slowly grinning when youâre dipping your head down lower, minimizing the distance. It lights a fire within you, a motive of what will entail from this point going forward.Â
This is what amnesty is, Dahyun would think, be oh- she has no idea what she just got herself into.Â
You learn that sheâs receptive, the way that she takes your lips with hers so well, hands flying freely, breath clashing with yours. Itâs messy, the way more slick starts so spread on the lower half of both of your faces, wanting more. Her tongue weaves its way past your mouth, a leg hiked up that you greatly take the hint for, channeling the hum of approval coming from her down your throat. She grips tight on the back of your shirt, adamant on taking this chance to build a clean slate, a perfect rush of gasps followed with even more kissing. Her hands are well into your hair when you pull away, a pause to probably call a stop and-Â
âSo it is true,â she admits against your cheek, âAbout this little policy?âÂ
You lift an eyebrow unimpressed at her.Â
âWhat do- you donât even know what youâre talking about.â you mumble, grip getting tighter on the fine part of her ass, chest heaving slightly, breaths getting uneven.Â
âI thought it was just some legend here, around these halls.â Dahyun answers, letting her wrists relax while swooping under her legs, instinctively wrapping them around the small of your back. âMaybe you can show me if thatâs actually a real thing.âÂ
She doesnât see the flared nostrils youâre giving her, âIâd like to thank you, Overseer,â setting her on the desk nicely when the clack of her heels fall onto the floor, echoing the room as she removes the top piece of her dress, tossing it over to the chair she was previously sitting at, âFor reminding me what I was doing.âÂ
âAnd that is?â She asks, naively.Â
Thereâs a bit of a shock when you force her body to the desk, a flushed reaction covered with a gasp when you have one hand fastened to her wrist, the other lightly on her neck with the grip on the fingers getting delicately tighter. She tries to read your expression, map out the crinkles falling towards a cross or a devilish smile, feeling your breath graze along the line of her neck in these soft hitches.Â
âAllow me to show you,â you whisper, flipping her small body to where her back is facing the ceiling, toe tips nearly grazing the floor but just barely. The same hand to her wrist is now shifted to her back, the other set flat; searching for something to take hold, she peeks over her shoulder, watching you study the way her dress hugs along the shape of her waist and hips.Â
Doing this kind of practice was no surprise to you, and it doesnât happen as often as you wouldâve liked. Ryujin took three tries before sheâd agree to not be a bother to you, Haewon probably took a few days or more to finally come around, and even Mina just recently. This revolving door into your office and form of chastising was the last resort of necessary actions for your fellow colleagues, some willing to challenge your authority, others were willing to submit.Â
âWhat do you think this treatment entails?â you ask vaguely, raising the lower part of her dress to reveal more and more of her ass into the light, taking note of the noticeable choice of lace as she hikes it up with her free hand. âI sure hope that this should help you learn a thing or two. Though, itâs entirely up to you.âÂ
Dahyunâs side profile is amazingly flawless to see when youâre gently kneading her soft ass with your hand, palm moving graciously along the fine skin, fluttering her eyes shut, her breathing begins to become irregular, a small tremble to her hips as you press down lightly on the waistband, tugging on the elastic before letting go. The potential is right there at your hips - at your fingertips, to ruin, break skin, a perfect canvas for you to mutilate in any way you see fit.Â
You laugh and admittedly, out of spite. âIâm sorry, if this meeting didnât occur, you were going to invite him over for another one of your private sessions?âÂ
She seethes, but in anticipation, drawing a sharp inhale of air when your hand slides up her back. Part of you wants to put her back onto the wood, but you let it slide when she lifts herself off to meet your cheek, getting a bit selfish when sheâs refusing to pull away. Her swollen lips and lidded eyes are too tempting to stop yourself- as if sheâs the one pulling you into her spell.Â
âHad I not been found out, I wouldâve,â she murmurs, clutching onto a bit more of her hiked up dress, revealing her bare ass to the open air, unveiling a strike point.Â
A fast hand tends to hers, placing it with her other hand still pressed behind her back. She writhes at the uncomfortable position but the tension passes through her body once you adjust.Â
âYou know what I would say to that, Overseer?âÂ
âWhat-âÂ
Nothing is said, but all is shown with a harsh slap to her ass. A statement.Â
Strike one.Â
Dahyun quietly yelps at the sudden hit to her backside, everything from the waist down clenching from the contact. The rough palm on your hand stings to the point where youâd have to flick your wrist a bit to subdue the burn. Her breathing starts to become irregular, wiggling her legs hanging from the side of the desk.Â
âSuperior, ah-âÂ
âI shouldâve also mentioned that Iâm permitting you to use expletives, but youâre already ahead of the curve as it is,â you tell her, massaging the crimson mark now apparent across the breadth of her ass, feeling the bits of heat emulating across the rough creases of your palm. âYouâre now free to speak your mind.âÂ
âGod, f-fuck. I canât bel-âÂ
Another rough hit cracks an echo in the room. Earning a high-pitched whine from her. Strike two.Â
âChoose your words more carefully.â Fighting the urge to smile at the sight this woman splayed across the table, letting out these heaves of desperation, body tightening and untightening on the surface as sheâs hiding her face from you. âI donât plan on easing up after what you did.âÂ
âSir, please. I just need to-âÂ
You press her deeper into the table, hike up more of that insanely tight dress to her waist, letting her struggle under your grasp. The sounds leaving her pretty little lips would drive anyone else drastically crazy, watching as this uncrowned beauty crack under the weight of your touches with a third slap. Strike three. Â
What sets Dahyun apart from the rest that has gone under your specified practices of treatment is the appeal she possesses. At least everyone from the faculty to the students have shared their thoughts about her: few envying and others fantasizing. Youâre somewhere between the two, impossible to really tell for yourself, but whatâs rest assured:Â
There's more than a boatload of things to discover with Dahyun thatâs already a list growing by the second. Dragging your fingertips along her thighs, pressing and pinching in spots where youâre trying to assess how nimble she can get, the way you can twist and mangle her limbs into a plethora of ways thatâs drawing up with the imagination running through your head. How she shudders when youâre pulling on the elastic of her panties down her luscious legs, drinking in the sight of her glistening pussy lips hanging off the rim of your desk, clearly having an enjoyable time with the slick soaking her undergarments as well.Â
âHave we had enough? Or are you willing to take more?â you ask, letting Dahyun keep her own hands behind her back with yours fastened over the curve of her hips, sliding down to her red cheeks, handprints visible as you're soothing the damage. âI definitely think that you can handle more, shall we continue?âÂ
She shivers, the slightest grasp to her ass gives another hitched breath, caressing it briefly as youâre plotting the next move in your head.Â
âYou can answer me, Dahyun,â you tell her, leaning down over her back, nose tangling within the threads of her hair, brushing the cuff of her ear before planting a kiss right below it, âBut from these sounds Iâm hearing tells me that youâre enjoying it.âÂ
A small twist from her singular eyebrow, lids still sewn shut, âYouâre ecstatic, that I m-misbehaved.âÂ
âCan you tell?â Another slap to her ass and a tug to the soft skin.Â
âY-yes sir, I-âÂ
And another.Â
âIâm not convinced yet.âÂ
Then another strike.Â
âF-fuck sir-âÂ
One more hit to bring the tally up to seven.Â
âMakes me wonder what you were going to do with that poor student if this carried on without my interference.â And at this point her ass has morphed into this ruby shade with every strike that follows. Her shoulders roll back, youâre keeping her in place, wrists still stacked on top of each other, hands opening and closing in response to the pain the more slaps you dish out. Â
Dahyun struggles to keep her breathing stable, one firm grab to her asscheek as youâre planting a few scattered kisses down the column of her throat, teetering along the bridge of her collarbone. âTell me, would this be on your mind with him also?âÂ
She doesnât open her voice to tell, but a simple nod is all she gives. âMy, my, Overseer. You really are something.âÂ
You could be satisfied with the way things transpired in this very room, content with the message sent and the warning laced between the lines. A momentary pause, hushing her whimpers, tending to the red tint of her ass, easing the ache of pain mixed with pleasure. Her eyes are scrunched along with the bridge of her nose, gnawing on her bottom lip as your fingertips continue to dance along the sensitive skin.Â
âAre you ready for the next part?â you murmur into her ear as your hand trails down to the space between her legs, dragging a pointer finger across the warmth of her leaking slit, listening to the sharp breath passing through her lips again.Â
âMmmmâŠâ Her legs buck against the drawers, dipping the two pads into her walls. The corner of her lip wobbles as she throbs around your fingers, dragging and sliding in a form of trial and error; seeing what she likes and what doesnât, the light in her eyes filling with lust. âSir, please, yes, God-âÂ
She sees another idea spark in your irises, drawing away from the warmth of her pussy temporarily, hands fast to undo the belt around your waist. Dahyun could only watch as youâve got the leather wrapped around, creating a loose hoop at the end before lightly placing it across the two divots in her back resting above her ass.Â
You test the pliancy of the looped belt on your other hand, ensuring that the article rebounds nicely across your palm. âIâve got one more thing to do, consider this to be a test of some sorts.âÂ
âWhat do you mean, SuperioââÂ
Her voice screeches when you strike the leather in the same spot where your hand hit on her ass cheek; entire body tensing from the sharp pain before breaking down into broken down sobs. She tries to resist by getting up, but you keep her in place as she whines, adamant in believing that she canât handle it any more.Â
âOh no, weâre not through yet,â you hiss, not paying any attention to the stray heel hitting your thigh in retaliation. âNot until you tell me that this wonât happen again going forward.â
âJust for the record, sir,â Her hand grips the underside of your forearm at the same time your weight begins to stack along her back, furrowing her brows and gritting her teeth. âI wanted this.âÂ
âSo are we going to have a problem like this again next time?âÂ
âAbsolu-âÂ
The leather belt finds her ass again, the crack in the atmosphere strong enough to mistake for the clap of lightning.Â
âNo,â she pleads, twisting her head back and forth, sounding off another thwap to make a point. âNo sir, weâre not going to have another problem with this ever again.âÂ
âGood,â you say, the formality alone shortly returning, hands hovering over to her wrists, slackening the belt as you begin to wrap it around her. Youâre keeping focus, maintaining your thoughts meticulously, fighting your cock thatâs beginning to ache in your trousers. âIâm gonna take good care of you now.âÂ
Once youâve got the leather fastened around her wrists, thereâs another fill to be satisfied when you slip your fingers back into her cunt, throbbing at the way you curl them inside, earning a few harmonious sounds as her back arches to the touch. Sheâs melting by the second, âYes, yes, please sir, I want-âÂ
âSpeak up,â you breathe, sinking down to your knees, hands resting at the rise of her hips, glistening lips into view. Everything about her is a new learning curve, and the way her lower half is still hung over the edge, ankles neatly crossed together like her bound wrists, you almost feel bad for enacting this onto her.Â
Keyword almost, and you put your mouth on her other set of lips. Unsure, testing, getting those first savoring seconds up her wet cunt. Her whole body pulls inward, choking down a cry, and you realize, this woman is filled with surprises.Â
But you didnât want to get too ahead of yourself, the shivers she dishes out, the string of hums continue to leave her mouth. This wasnât the time to keep the niceties - shoving your whole face and tongue into her pussy, tongue slipping through her opening in these strokes, body contracting and relaxing. The fingers also come into play, tapping along her clit and eventually dipping in to where your tongue canât reach, the wetness soaking your fingers, the short grasps letting you know of that beautiful high fast approaching.Â
âIâm gonna-â she says, voice peaking in a higher pitch than the last, the balls of her feet hitting your chest, holding her down at the bottom of her thigh and ass. âSir, Iâm gonna fucking-âÂ
âThat fast?â you ask, gaze glassy, drunk on the sweet slick thatâs all over your lips. Biting down the laugh from the top of your throat, âAnd here I thought youâd hold out a bit longer for me there.âÂ
She pulls her body up with what little strength she has while being tied up. Panting. Heaving. Youâre content with the structured appearance of her face completely ruined, tense, letting her eyelids flutter when she feels your finger slip inside her once more, because another feeling like this wouldnât really hurt anyone.Â
âFinal question. Are you going to be good for me from here on out?âÂ
Thereâs a silver lining with the sense of humiliation youâre giving her, nearly sympathetic when your knuckle finds its way deeper. Itâs wrong, you think, to be like this, but youâve learned with the years of experience of being in this place that people will only listen when backed to a corner with no other way out. Everyone here is aware of the rapport you have with others, the kind of power that shouldnât be really shown until itâs a desperate call to make to ensure everyoneâs on the same page as you. This time isnât really different.Â
But still, itâs a first with her, and youâll take this grand opportunity to pressure her into not making another issue for the next time.Â
âDahyun,â youâre telling her again, because sheâs just staring at you in awe. The way youâve been handling her; professional at the surface level, finding a pressure point to the things that sheâs been accused of committing, drawing that out of her by any means necessary, until youâve managed to break her. âAnswer me, darling.âÂ
She comes back to her senses when her body shifts more inward to the wood, resting right at the bending point of her hips, listening to the zip from your pants. The most evil thing sheâs done all day: a sly smile breaking across her face, watching you tease the head of your cock along her wet lips. This will be a problem, but a welcome one. Youâre hoping that youâve done your part to the best of your ability.Â
âYes sir,â she answers, shimmying her hips to tease. âIâll be really good for you. I promise.âÂ
âI hope so.â you retort, âI can be very convincing.âÂ
A slip inside, a slow push. Itâs electric. Further. Deeper. Filling her cunt up, her walls leisurely stretch around you. The heat alone is euphoric, coming to you in a fast rush. You hold yourself in for as long as possible, but itâs futile; she may have a few screws loose in the head, but youâre not far off the mark as well.Â
âGod,â she mumurus again, and you drag yourself out slightly. Back in nicely, smoothly into that heat, until Dahyun nods her head in approval. She gasps again when you move past the previous spot your cock was inside her, nearly to the base.Â
âOh, my fucking-âÂ
A shared gluttal moan parts from your chest and hers, eyes fixated on the sight of your slicked up cock carefully impaling Dahyun, the friction becoming more and more addicting. The muscles in her back start to freeze up along with her clenched hands, fighting against the leather around them. You make it easier for her case, lifting her chest up at the breast, leaning down to seize her lips on yours, holding her steady, cock carving up her walls with every building thrust.Â
Nose against her cheek, âThis cunt,â you utter, pushing yourself deep as this girl is faltering moans with every hit your hips make with her sore, red ass, âI canât believe how tight this grips me, god- fucking, no wonder he wanted to keep seeing you in the first place,â and you lean down the line of her back, letting her pussy clench around your cock, feeling the clutch of her walls, all wet and aching for more.Â
The thrusting starts to pick up, unrestrained and unrelenting now. Youâre not even sure what to do with your hands, alternating between holding at the endpoint of her waist where her hips meet or press her unbelievable thighs together, to make the press around your cock that much better. A premature call to make, in comparison to the otherâs that have preceded Dahyun: her pussy takes it in so well, you could bury yourself inside her for what feels like forever.Â
âSir,â she groans out, the sentence being cut off with another slap to her ass, following up with the crash of your hips into hers, holding on to her binded wrists. âPlease, please, please-âÂ
âPlease what, hmm?â You canât really conjure up the proper thoughts to put in conversation, heaving out scattered spells of air with every stroke into her. âYouâve gotta help me out here.âÂ
âNeed more.â Itâs a request for sure, and not a vague one. âPlease keep fucking me.âÂ
You do give her more, and nothing less. With every passing second you dive deep into her cunt, the beating in your heart accelerates just that teeny bit faster. The thoughts are out the window at this point, the only thing keeping you from figuratively passing out is the sopping wetness of her cunt every time you pull out and drive back in. The pace gets a bit faster, then you dial it back, watch as her upper body convulses across the desk, mouth hung open for all the moans to be let out, getting louder, more higher, and needier.Â
She gasps when you hold yourself inside, thrown off guard with the firm hit you give her, a moment to catch her breath. âWait, no, fuck, why did you-âÂ
Dahyun had managed to do something to you that the others couldnât in this short span of time: break you. Even after all this time, itâs really interesting how the very person youâve been wanting to see out for an instance like this is the one thatâs managed to make you go all out into setting them right. Sheâs spearheading this thing, and not you. When it should be the other way around.Â
A fistful of her hair is grabbed, and her body is raised up, hips flush with hers. âIf I hear another question leave your sultry lips, Iâll tape it up so that nobody can hear you screaming down the hallways.âÂ
She bites her wobbling bottom lip, assuring you thatâs exactly what she wants to happen, and it will. Her half-open eyes sees your head go sideways, planting a kiss down her neck, inching your cock deeper into her cunt past the hilt and her body shudders at it.Â
âWant me to fuck some sense into you now? Properly? Fuck this pretty little pussy that itâll make you think right?âÂ
She nods desperately, âYes sir. Please.âÂ
You bend her over across the desk again, hand still tangled into her hair with the other resting at her hips. The pace deliberate at first, savoring the sensation of how her body takes you, parting her folds with every inch of your shaft. She shivers when you tease her still, not going all the way, but making her earn it.Â
Now wasnât the time for easygoing now, the sight of her backside is an eighth wonder of the world to admire, sliding out and dragging your cock back into her, gradually increasing as the additional slaps to her ass again, fucking her deep. You eventually decided that sheâs served her punishment long enough, untying the belt at her hands and discarding it somewhere in the office, putting her hands up to the other end of the desk for her to hold on as you mercilessly bury your cock into her.Â
âSir, I canât keep- fuck!â she cries out, the litany of lovely whines and sounds the more you fill her up. She also takes the liberty of letting you take a breather, moving her hips back, bouncing her ass with you just standing there, watching as her perfect ass does this little ripple effect on the skin, jiggling with an endless movement.Â
It was getting all too much, and Dahyun herself was enjoying it as well, smiling with every groan that rips from your throat, hand floating over her hips, piercing your cock roughly back into her again and again, unwilling to yield the remaining bits of pleasure before either you or her reach that point-
âIâm gonna fucking- god, sir, keep going, so close-â she strains, gripping your wrists and tight enough for her to rip them off.Â
âDonât fight me,â you spit, voice leaning towards something primal, âCum all over this cock.â And she does.Â
Your muscles should be spent at this rate, but they hold out long enough as your ears are picking up the endless babbles and whimpers, mixed in with the sloppy strokes of your hips hitting hers. The mind is overloaded with so much, but your hands find rest at her ass again, burying yourself deep. And then it hits you in a flash.Â
One firm hit sheathing your cock into her cunt, and you pull out, cumming all over the fine plane of her ass. Youâll need to take a mental image to save for eternity - the way youâre painting in these lovely slashes with your release, all over her ass, her back - because you learn that she looks amazingly good like that. A fine figure, waiting to be defiled and tarnished, and it happens.Â
âGod, would you look at-â youâre also left in disbelief, the grip around your cock loosening, eyes on leaking pussy lips, sheâs hung down, face off to the side, eyes closed, steadily breathing. The words coming out of her mouth are inconceivable, but sheâs thankful, praising you, giving thanks. Judging from how content she looks, proves that your hard work is done.
âS-sir,â she tries to say, still left speechless.Â
A kiss to the temple of her head, and a ruffle with your hand sliding down to her back. âSo, are we satisfied with your conversation?âÂ
Dahyun takes a minute or two, maybe more, to process everything thatâs happened just now. Sheâs still on your desk, and youâre getting right back to it, slipping on your slacks, picking up the tossed belt that you used as a makeshift rope. Your ears pick up on the heavy breathing from her as she slowly gets up, hands giving her support on the desk, dazed and astounded once things start returning back to normal.Â
You fix up the rolled up sleeves of your shirt; Dahyun blankly stares out in space, fixing up her dress and placing some of the various items hit in the crossfire back in their right spot, off the floor and somewhere where youâll fix soon.Â
âDahyun?â you ask again, watching as she starts to make her way out the door. âOverseer.âÂ
She turns at the title, realizing she left behind a vital piece to her appearance, dipping her head down in embarrassment, but you can already see the blush breaking through her cheeks. Her breathing is also irregular, but itâs a lot calmer than before.Â
âSorry,â she says, squaring her shoulders, a hand taking the heels in yours. âThank you, for- uhm, the persuasion.âÂ
An inquisitive look is what you give her. Meeting your gaze, you notice a few stray strands out of place in her hair, take it upon yourself to use the tip of your pinky to move it away from her forehead. Not much is left said between the two of you, probably just small talk or the comfort of silence finally setting in like before. You canât really seem to get over the wistful constellations behind the lenses in her eyes - and itâs something that you want to study more about.Â
âRight,â you tell her, patting her shoulder before guiding her to the doorway, fingers fast to the touchpad and the quick clicks of the deadbolt finally opens it. âIâm happy enough to see you again, without the intent of correcting your little issue.âÂ
Dahyun nods in agreement, pulling both of her lips inward to force back the smile, but you see right through her. She begins to make her way out, bare feet on the floor, heels in her hand - a solid lasting impression after today.
âBefore I forget Dahyun,â youâre calling out again, and she twists her head around to meet your eyes, âLetâs speak again sometime soon okay? My door will be open for you if needed.âÂ
She squints, smiling a bit to where you see the bottom bits of her teeth. You give her a nod to emphasize your point. âCount on it sir. I guess Iâll be coming around more often, then.âÂ
#twice smut#dahyun smut#kpop smut#male reader#twice dahyun smut#kim dahyun#twice dahyun#kpop x male reader
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Bad Beer and Naked Rodents
Thank you @xmidhel for beta reading!
also on AO3
âYou know,â Sal drawls, twisting the cap off another beer and handing it over, âfor someone with an above average IQ, youâre dense as fuck.â
Tommy glares but accepts the bottle without protest. Itâs his third. He takes a long sip and shudders. Bud Light. Why did Sal have to be such a fucking stereotype? But he was too tired to complain. He was too tired to do much of anything right now.
âHeâs not wrong,â Lucy said to his left and Tommy directed his glare towards her instead. Like Sal, she wasnât impressed.
âWhat? You know itâs true. There you are, genuinely happy for the first time inâŠâ she pauses to think, âfor the first time since I met you, actually.â
âEverâ Tommy supplies miserably, sinking further into the couch cushions. Something pokes into his right kidney and he reaches underneath himself, pulling out a small doll with messy blue hair, a pink ruffled dress and a ⊠horn?
âUnicorn Barbie,â Sal exclaims and snags the doll from his hand. âThanks man, you just saved this household a lot of sweat and tears. Look, babe, he found her!â
âUncle Tommy to the rescue,â Gina says dryly, without even looking up from her laptop where sheâs furiously typing some email thatâs probably important and Tommy feels a pang of guilt at intruding on her peace and quiet unannounced at 9pm on a week day, Lucy in tow. Heâs unable to dwell on it, however, because Lucy pipes up again.
âLetâs circle back here for a moment, your life was going great, you were happy, your hair was even starting to look good-â
âHey!â
âDonât interrupt me, Thomas. My point is, you got scared of commitment for three seconds and tell Evan Buckley, Evan Buckley, to go off to frolic on Grindr? Iâm sorry, but do you know how stupid that is? Do you have any idea what happens to guys like Evan Buckley on Grindr?â
âSay his name like that one more time and I swear to God.â It comes out with far more venom than intended and he cringes internally. Why does he have to be such a bitch? Itâs a credit to their love for him that none of his friends even bat an eye.
Theyâre not gentle either, and Tommyâs kind of glad about it. He doesnât deserve gentle. Not now, maybe not ever again.
âWhat happens to guys like him on Grindr,â Sal asks curiously and then frowns. âAnd what do you know about Grindr?â
âMy cousin wanted to try it out but heâs super paranoid about technology stealing his data, manâs still got a Nokia. So we set up his profile on my phone. He decided it wasnât for him 10 minutes in but I kept the app and sometimes I go window shopping when downtime gets too long.â
âWhy am I not surprised in the slightest,â Tommy mutters into his beer. Lucy is undeterred.
âAnyway, Gabeâs no hag either and similarly baby-faced as Buck so every time I open the app theyâre on him in minutes. Seriously, itâs like The Walking Dead and some of the messages I get are borderline illegal. And donât get me started on the dick pics. Theyâre not even nice-looking dicks most of the time.â
âIs there such a thing as a nice-looking dick? Iâve always found they all look a little like mole-rats.â
Sal, whoâs been fiddling with Unicorn Barbieâs hair in a futile attempt to get out some of the knots pauses and makes a pitiful little sound staring wide-eyed at his wife whoâs still neither looking up from her screen, nor is she pausing her aggressive typing, and Tommyâs both impressed and a little scared of that level of multi-tasking.
âDonât worry, bud, Gi loves your dick. Youâve got three little monsters to prove it.â
Sal shoots Lucy a look so dirty Tommy almost laughs.
âI love the man attached to it. Itâs still a mole-rat, though.â A beat of silence, then Gina looks up from her laptop for the first time in two hours, finding her husbandâs eyes across the coffee table. âI love mole-rats.â
Lucy snorts, but Sal looks so pleased even Tommy has to smile.
âStill, though,â Lucy picks up the previous topic again, âare we sure itâs a good idea to throw Buck into a world of mole-rats and creepy old dudes wanting him to call them âdaddyâ?â
Tommy decidedly does not look in Salâs direction. He loves Lucy and Gina but this is a topic one only discusses with oneâs very best of friends.
âA world of disappointment, more like. Buckâs had Tommy now, anything else will just be a let-down.â The dirty grin spreading on Salâs face tells Tommy heâs about to be in trouble. And heâs right.
âWe didnât call my boy here Nine-Inch-Nail in high school for nothinâ.â
âOkay, first of all, that is such a lie,â the grin goes impossibly wider, âand second, I am not 9 inches, okay?â
Three sets of eyes wander down to his crotch and if it wasnât these exact three people, Tommy would be so uncomfortable right now. As it is, he simply huffs and shoves a throw pillow into his lap, crossing his arms like a petulant toddler.
âIâm 8.6.â
Silence.
Then all three of them burst out laughing. He tries to hold on to his petulance, but he only lasts about ten seconds before the corners of his mouth begin to twitch and he finds himself joining in against all odds.
âAs I was saying,â Sal hiccups after theyâve all calmed down again, âBuck doesnât need any other mensâ mole-rats. He only needs Tommyâs giant mole-rat.â
Tommy groans.
âGod, I hate you.â
Half past midnight Gina pulls the plug and throws them out. Sal tries to offer him the guest room, but he declines. As much as he loves his best friendâs daughters, he doubts heâll can be Fun Uncle Tommy in the morning and he hates disappointing them.
As they wait for their Uber to pull up, Tommy feels strong fingers wrap around his wrist and a moment later heâs pulled into a tight hug.
âDonât fuck up your life like that, Tom, not again. You were finally so happy. And I like you happy. â Salâs voice is quiet next to his ear, but thereâs a softness to it that is usually reserved for his daughters. Tommy feels his throat close up and he buries his face into Salâs shoulder.
âI just donât know how not to, Sallie,â he admits and hates how forlorn it sounds.
How forlorn he feels.
âYou trust him. I know itâs the most terrifying thing to do, believe me I do. But you gotta.â
Sal pulls back to catch his eyes, but keeps hold of Tommyâs shoulders.
âThis man is the best thing thatâs ever happened to you, Tom, and if you give up on what you have now, you will regret it for the rest of your life. But in order to keep it, you need to let him in and you need to trust him to know what he wants. Itâs not your place to decide that for him.
And I know you want to let him set the pace, but you can only do that as long as youâre able to keep up. This relationship is about the both of you and if things are moving too fast, you have to tell him that. Itâs not fair to either of you if you donât.
And Tommy, you have to talk to him about your shit.â
Tommy opens his mouth to protest but Sal shuts him up with a shake of his head.
âNo buts. Buck isnât stupid. Do you really think he hasnât clocked by now that you have trauma? Iâm not saying you gotta tell him all of it at once. But you need to start somewhere.â
Sal pulls him back in roughly and presses a kiss to his temple.
 âIâve seen the way that boy looks at you. He wants to take care of your heart so badly. Let him. Let him love you. All of you.
And if it all goes to shit anyway, you know that Iâll be right here. I always will be.â
Tommy bursts into tears.
Itâs 3am when he finally finds himself knocking at the same door he closed behind himself for what he thought would be the last time less than ten hours ago.
Itâs telling that it takes Evan just under half a minute to open it. Itâs more telling that his eyes are red-rimmed, and heâs still wearing the same clothes.
Evanâs terrible at hiding his emotions, doesnât even try to most of the time. Itâs one of the many things Tommy loves about him.
Right now, he seems to experience all of them at the same time.
Hope, when he opens the door. Relief, when his eyes fall on Tommy in the hallway.
Hurt, anger, fear, concern, fondness, and finally back to hope.
Heâs silent. Waiting.
Tommy takes a breath.
âHey.â
âHi.â
They look at each other, the insecurity and fear hanging between them like a cloud of vapor, so thick Tommy can almost taste it.
But thereâs something else, too. Smaller, more fragile, and yet persistent like a moth chasing the light.
Itâs the same thing Tommyâs seen in Evanâs eyes earlier.
Hope.
For a time, neither of them moves, as if theyâre scared, that if they do itâll spook and leave them alone in the dark again.
A minute passes. Two.
Somewhere in the building a baby begins to cry.
Evan steps aside.
#911 abc#evan buckley#tommy kinard#bucktommy#bucktommy fic#bucktommy fanfic#sal deluca#lucy donato#gina deluca#this is actually terrifying i haven't posted anything i've written in like a decade#totally did not accidentally put the title in wrong at first
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can i ask u a Josh Washigton x reader request? I would love to read an scenario were its the reader's birthdayđ„č
Keep It Warm
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Pairing: Josh Washington x f! Reader
Warning:Â Fluff | A tiny bit of Angst | Mental Institution Mentioned | Birthday |
Word Count:Â 685
A/n:Â Hopefully this is okay. I feel like I canât make a Josh fic without some sort of angst. Sorry it's super short. I have a lot of class assignments due this week so my focus is on that rn. Off topic but I'm thinking about making a Mr.Robot fic. Im back in my Rami Malek era.
âYou are receiving a call from Ocean View Hospital. Would you like to accept?âÂ
âYes.â
The line was then connected.Â
âHey sweetheart. How are you?â You could hear his sly look through the phone.Â
You leaned against the wall fiddling with the hem of your shirt.Â
âIâm good. How about yourself?â You missed hearing his voice.Â
âIâm good now.âÂ
âOh are you really?âÂ
âYeah. Iâm just glad I get to hear you talk. Itâs a good distraction from all this.âÂ
âIâm glad I can distract you for a bit.âÂ
You had been friends with Josh since you both were little. You had always known something was a bit different with him. But it wasnât until you both started dating that you had fully known the extent of his condition. Josh would wake up during the night screaming, heâd have a hard time recognizing you at times.
âSo my birthdayâs coming up.â
âIt is, isn't it.âÂ
âDo you think youâll finally be out by then?â
âIâm not too sure babe. But if Iâm doing better by then you'll be the first to know.âÂ
You felt slightly disappointed but you knew he was in there to get the help he needed.Â
That was 3 weeks ago.Â
You hadnât heard from Josh since that last phone call. He hadnât been returning your letters or phone calls. You had begun to assume the worst. What if he didnât want to talk to you anymore? Or what if he regressed? What if his meds stopped working. Even when you asked Hannah and Beth they hadnât been able to contact him either.Â
All you could think about was the day you found him. You could still see it. He was passed out on the floor. He was unresponsive for a good minute before you had to throw cold water on him. He was sobbing, saying how he wasnât good enough for you. Saying that he didnât deserve you. But those sobs quickly turned to anger, not at you but to whatever was talking around him. He swatted trying to get the voices away from him. But what really did it for him was when he accidentally hit you. The guilt that he felt, he didnât mean it. He wasnât aiming for you. He couldnât even see you with his delusions tormenting him. That was what really made him commit himself.Â
Hannah knew how upset you were but she thought it would be a good idea to take you to the cabin for your birthday. You had always said it was your favorite place to go.Â
You and Hannah were already making your way to the cable cart, âDidnât you say Beth was going to meet us here?âÂ
Hanna turned slightly to you, âYeah, she got cold and just texted me that she was going to go ahead to the cabin.â
You nodded. After the walking you could finally see the cabin in sight. It was just as beautiful as you remembered it. Hannah held the door open for you as you walked in first. You felt your body jolt from the yelling.Â
âSurprise!â Little poppers and kazoos echoed through the room.Â
âAw you guys.â You felt your eyes tear up a bit. From the excitement but also from the disappointment. Out of all the faces there, the one you wanted the most wasnât there.Â
You let out a surprised scream feeling someone picking you up from behind. As soon as you were set back down you saw who it was.Â
Until you felt someone pick you up from behindÂ
It was him.Â
âWhat did you think I forgot?â
You felt the tears run down your face. You nodded slightly.
"Now why would I forget about you."
You hugged him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around you.
âWhen did they let you out?â
âAbout three days ago.â
âWhy didn't you tell meâ
âI wanted to surprise you. I'm sorryâ
âNo, I'm just so happy. Iâm so glad youâre here.â
âI promise I wonât miss another one.â
He wiped your tears, âI missed you so much. Iâm sorry. Iâll do better. I promise.âÂ
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madeleine chase x will smith
will goes on a podcast and reveals to the world his gushing crush on pop star, madeleine chase (wc; 1.11k)
àŒâ§âË. ê° notes! ê± this is lowkey inspired by how tate mcrae and cole sillinger first got together + what will said in a podcast about tate mcrae (literally every man is obsessed with her and so am i)
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It had been about a week since Will had moved to San Jose and he was⊠settling. California was very different from Massachusetts and everything was new. From the weather to the people, everything was unfamiliar to Will. His teammates â another new thing Will was getting used to â had been nothing but welcoming. They had been showing him around the area and making sure he was settling in wellâespecially the Marleau family who were taking him in for his first year in San Jose.
He appreciated their efforts, even though the move was still overwhelming at times. The sunny, warm weather of California was a stark contrast to the often chilly and unpredictable climate of Massachusetts, and it was both a blessing and a challenge to adapt to. The culture here was more laid-back, and people seemed to carry an air of casualness that Will wasnât entirely accustomed to.
In the midst of all these changes, he was dealing with the start of the hockey season, which brought on a lot of commitments. Despite today being a rest day from all of the beginning of the season media, Will was sitting in the Empty Netters podcast studio. Will had met Dan and Chris, the two hosts, a while back, promising them heâd come on when he got signed by the Sharks. Months later, Will was fulfilling his promise.
âAlright, Will, welcome to the Empty Netters pod! Glad to have you here,â said Chris.
âThank you for having me,â Will said, smiling politely.
âSo, you've been in San Jose for whatâabout two weeks? Howâs the transition going? Itâs gotta be a change from Massachusetts." Dan asked.
Will nodded, leaning into the mic a bit. âYeah, about that but it feels like longer with everything going on. Itâs been go, go, go since I got here but Californiaâs great. And everyoneâs been super welcoming, especially the Marleau family. Theyâve really helped me get settled.â
Dan grinned. âYeah, you got blessed with your living situation for your first year. I mean Patrick Marleau is a legend.â
âNot bad at all,â Will chuckled, relaxing a little. âTheyâve been great. Showing me around, and introducing me to some good spots to eat. Iâm trying to figure out the whole California lifestyle.â
The conversation flowed easily as they touched on his early career, what he was looking forward to with the Sharks and a few lighter topics.
âOkay, Will, to end this interview we just want to do some rapid-fire questions, alright? So these are just random.â Chris asked.
âYeah, ok, sounds good,â Will replied.
âGreat, first question,â Chris said, glancing at his notes. âWhat's your favorite movie?â
Will thought for a moment, debating between the movies he loved. âI'd have to say 'Good Will Hunting'. It's a classic and, well, it's set in Boston. Reminds me of home.â
Both Dan and Chris nodded appreciatively. âNice choice,â Dan answered. âAlright, next up: what's your go-to comfort food?â
âProbably a good lobster roll,â Will replied instantly. âIt's practically a staple back home.â
âA lobster roll from Cape Cod sounds fucking delicious.â Chris agreed.
âAlright, final question,â Dan says. âWho is your celebrity crush?â
âMadeleine Chase,â Will says without hesitation.
Both Dan and Chris burst into laughter at Willâs quick answer, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he realizes his eagerness. âDamn, you were ready for that question,â Chris says through laughter. âCan you expand on why she is your celebrity crush?â
Will chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to gather his thoughts. âI mean, first of all, sheâs gorgeous. I keep seeing photos of her performing for Taylor Swift in Europe and⊠whew.â Will answers, getting another chorus of laughter from the podcast hosts. âBut also thereâs something about her vibe. She seems really down-to-earth and genuine. Iâve seen her in interviews and sheâs got a great sense of humor.â
Dan grinned. âSounds like youâve thought about this a lot.â
âYeah, maybe a bit,â Will admitted, laughing. âBut, you know, itâs hard not to admire someone like that. Sheâs got the whole package.â
âQuick, favorite song of hers?â Chris asked.
Will didnât have to think much before answering. âClose To You. Itâs just such a fun song to listen to.â
âIf you have a message for Madeleine that we might be able to get to her at some point, what would it be?â Dan asked.
Will chuckled, questioning if he really wanted to it all out bare on this podcast. âAnswer my DM,â he said, confidence lacing his tone.
âNo way youâve DMâed her.â Chris laughed.
Will simply shrugged, laughing along with the two brothers. Dan leaned in with mock seriousness. "Alright, Sharks fans, you heard it here firstâWill Smithâs got game both on and off the ice."
As the podcast wrapped up, Will thanked Chris and Dan, and they walked him out. His agent was waiting, jumping straight into talking about his schedule, but Will wasn't really listening. He was still stuck replaying the last part of the interview in his head.
Did I really just say that? His mind replayed the last part of the interviewâtalking about Madeleine Chase with no filter, like some lovestruck kid. He cringed inwardly, imagining how it must have sounded to anyone listening. He could already hear the ribbing from his teammates once this went live, and he cringed. His agent's voice was just white noise now as Willâs thoughts spiraled, imagining the potential fallout.
Answer my DM. The words bounced around his head like an unwelcome reminder of how heâd opened himself up for a joke. What if she actually did hear it? He wasnât sure what compelled him to be so bold, especially considering they didnât know each other. Will had always been reserved, especially in public settings, and now he felt like he'd let his guard down too much.
âWill? You listening?â his agent said, snapping him out of his daze.
âYeah, yeah, Iâm here,â Will replied quickly, though he wasnât. He pulled out his phone, hovering over the podcast's social media page. Maybe I can ask them to cut that part out⊠no, thatâs ridiculous. Itâs too late. He forced himself to put his phone away, trying to focus on anything else but the possibility of his comment blowing up online.
Will sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to shake off the doubt. Maybe it wasnât that bad. They laughed, so it couldnât have been too cringey⊠right?
Still, the uncertainty weighed on him. California was supposed to be a fresh start, but at that moment, Will couldnât help but feel like heâd already stumbled out of the gate.
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In the Light of Day (part 9)
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In the two weeks since the raid on the GIW base Jason and Danny had been receiving regular updates from Tim about how Ellie was doing with the Teen Titans. She seemed like she was settling in well, and recovering from everything that she had been through slowly but surely. In a way Danny was really glad she hadnât been entirely stable, the GIW hadnât been able to do much to her before she started destabilizing. It was bad enough of course, and she had plenty of lingering trauma, but she hadnât been broken in the same way he had. She hadnât reached out yet, but just knowing that she was out there and she was okay soothed his broken edges tremendously.Â
She was getting along well with Superboy, they were supporting each other well and Superboy had taken on an almost brotherly role with her. She was getting into chaos with Impulse, and generally⊠having a good time. Danny had even seen some pictures of her which had made him cry again while Jason held him.
Tim had also used a secure line to ask Danny some clarifying questions about the information on the USB heâd given him. Danny had been as open about everything as he could without sending himself into a panic, and didnât hear back from Tim for a few more days before he suddenly showed up in crime alley one night dressed as Robin.Â
âYour family has a habit of unscheduled visits huh?â Danny commented to Jason over the coms as he headed to intercept Tim. Jason couldnât do it because was finishing up his work, and waiting to hear what Tim wanted to see if he actually needed to leave early or not.
âYa,â Jason agreed with a slightly sheepish laugh. âBoundaries are not something this family has ever been good at. We can try to enforce them more if itâs bothering you?â
âNo, thatâs alright. Iâm glad you have a better relationship with them now and I like them well enough too,â Danny assured before launching himself off one rooftop, flying across the gap between buildings and half tackling Tim making him yelp. They rolled across the roof as Danny gave a play growl and Tim grappled with him for a few moments.Â
It had spooked Tim the first time Danny had done this, because he thought Danny was actually mad at him, but now he understood that it was just in play. Indulging it made Danny happy so Tim didnât really mind, it was part of the way he bonded apparently. If Danny was actually mad Tim didnât like his chances honestly.
âSo, what do you need?â Danny asked once Tim had tapped out (he rarely won these little wrestles, and when he did it felt distinctly like Danny had let him win).
âI want to talk to you and Red Hood about something serious,â Robin told Danny with a little frown. âDo you have time tonight, or I can come back later.â
âHood? Can you get away tonight?â Danny asked, tapping into the com.
âYa, give me an hour. Take the baby bird home and put the kettle on, Iâll be there as soon as I can,â Jason confirmed. Danny passed the message along and Tim nodded distractedly, following Danny home and accepting a cup of tea which he didnât actually drink.
He was quiet as they waited for Jason to get home. Tim had a way of sitting unnervingly still in moments like this, it was almost like he was on pause. He didnât start moving again until Jason arrived and had been handed a fresh cup of tea by Danny.Â
âSo, what did you want to talk about Tim?â Jason asked and Tim unpaused with a blink and a little shake.Â
âIâm working on a presentation for the Justice League about the atrocities committed by the GIW and the anti-ecto acts that enable them,â Tim said bluntly.Â
Jason put down his mug abruptly with a clatter and Danny let out a startled snarl. They shared a look of concern and suspicion and then looked back at Tim. They were willing to hear him out, even if it was an uncomfortable topic.
âI would appreciate it if you would look over the presentation, or maybe let me practice it on you, before I give it to them to make sure itâs accurate and respectful. I would also consider it a personal favour if you would come to the meeting yourselves, as representatives of the people whoâve been affected by these laws. Obviously, you donât have to, but Ellie already agreed to come with us and I thought you might want to be there for her.âÂ
âIâll go,â Danny said immediately. He hadnât wanted to, but if Ellie was going then he wasnât going to leave her to face this alone. She was a very brave and capable girl, but she was technically only about five years old, and Vlad hadnât exactly done a perfect job cloning her so her knowledge and capabilities could be... patchy. He wasnât going to leave her to face this alone, even if going to this meeting and facing the Justice League was the last thing he wanted to do.
âWell, I guess if heâs going I have to too,â Jason sighed begrudgingly with a shrug. âYou and Big Wing will be there?â Jason asked Tim, who nodded. âGood, where will the meeting take place?âÂ
âProbably the Watchtower,â Tim admitted with a little shrug.Â
âIs that the one thatâs in space?â Danny demanded excitedly. The abrupt change of tone took Tim off guard but he nodded. âAwesome! Are there observation rooms? If there are, I demand time there if weâre going to see! I want to see SPACE!âÂ
Tim gaped at Danny a little and Jason laughed fondly. Danny seemed to realize heâd gotten a little too excited and blushed a little, smiling sheepishly at them.Â
âSure, I can probably arrange that,â Tim agreed with a little shrug.Â
âGreat, let us know as soon as you have a date for that. I want as much time as possible to prepare for it, and I refuse to agree to anything besides a non-aggression pact beforehand,â Jason told Tim firmly who just nodded absently.Â
âYa no worries, you donât have to agree to anything, Dick and I are planning to smuggle you both in anyway,â Tim said, nodding absently.Â
âBetter to ask forgiveness than permission?â Jason asked with a snort of amusement. Tim gave him a conspiratorial smirk and nodded, making Jason laugh properly. âYou know, if youâd lead with the fact this would piss off Bruce I would have agreed right away,â Jason joked and Danny cackled.
âBut thatâs not the purpose, thatâs just a bonus,â Tim said with an impish smile.
âI like you kid. Ya, weâll be there to support you,â Jason confirmed without hesitation this time.
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Danny had corrected a few things in Timâs presentation for him, mostly about ghosts, or ecto-entityâs, behaviour and culture. He obviously wasnât telling Tim everything that he knew, but it was enough that if the Justice League came into contact with them through all this they wouldnât cause terrible offense or get themselves killed. Tim questioned how Danny knew all this but he had just given an enigmatic smile and refused to answer the questions. Tim had sighed and accepted the secrecy, hoping he could get Ellie to tell him later.
Only once both Elie and Danny had approved the presentation did Tim go ahead with requesting a meeting with the full JL about something urgent, but not so urgent it couldnât be worked into peoples schedules in a week or so. As soon as he knew when it would be (Thursday at 3 pm) Tim told Jason and Danny, just like theyâd asked.
They found out that knowing was a double edged sword. On one hand it was more time to prepare, on the other it was more time to panic, and Jason could tell Danny was panicking. Jason wasnât looking forward to it either, but he was not freaking out the way that Danny was, so he set his own nerves aside and focused on helping his boyfriend. Including calming him down from three panic attacks!Â
Jason was fairly used to Dannyâs panic attacks, and knew they ranged from sobbing, trembling breakdowns to violent outbursts. His outbursts were more controlled then Jasonâs at least, he would hate to see what true pit madness would look like with Dannyâs power. Just the taste from facing the GIW was more than enough.
Jason had learned how to deal with all of Dannyâs episodes over the course of their relationship, but three in a week was more than heâd ever seen Danny have and Jason didnât know how to help. He knew how to get Danny through his panic attacks themselves of course, but he had no idea what to say to actually make Danny feel better and stop having panic attacks. It seemed like this was something they just needed to weather, though Jason wasnât happy about it.
He understood completely why Danny was scared of course. He was going to have to face a lot of traumas in this, and ones he couldn't just smash, kill, and blow up like the GIW, complicated ones. At least they wouldnât be alone, and being reminded Dick, Tim, and Ellie would be there to back them up if needed did seem to make Danny feel a little better at least.Â
The night before the meeting they were laying in bed together with Jason half sprawled on top of Danny like a weighted blanket. Jason had bought him an actual weighted blanket, but he still preferred Jason when he was available. Maybe because Danny produced very little body heat on his own and Jason was a walking furnace, but probably just because he loved Jason.Â
âSo, are you ready for tomorrow?â Jason murmured, nuzzling into Dannyâs neck and breathing in his scent, like freshly fallen snow and lighting infused air.Â
âNo, but Iâll manage,â Danny sighed back, carding his fingers through Jasonâs hair.Â
âIs there anything I need to know before the meeting?âÂ
âMaybe,â Danny conceded. He didnât continue right away so Jason stayed quiet, giving Danny the time he needed to arrange his thoughts before sharing them. âI donât think it will come up, but just in case⊠Iâm technically the crown prince of the Infinite Realms.â He sounded almost sheepish.Â
It took Jason a moment to process what Danny had said and then he sat up abruptly, looking down at Danny in disbelief. He gave Jason a nervous smile, looking a little ashamed of himself. âIâm sorry, what?â Jason tried not to snap at Danny, he winced anyway.
âYa, the crown of the Infinite Realms is passed through Trial by Combat. The previous king Pariah is an asshole who was bound in the coffin of Forever Sleep ages ago, but all the ancients had to work together to do it so they couldnât actually take the crown. Since it has to be single combat, you know? When I was 16 my late bastard of a godfather released Pariah from the coffin and I defeated him one on one. I escaped taking the crown by a technicality because I forced him back into the coffin instead of ending him, but everyone expects that when Iâm older and more stable Iâll go back and defeat him properly and take the crown.
âLike, thereâs a prophecy about it, that the true king would be a halfa? Thatâs why Pariah killed them all in the first place. Iâm not king technically, but plenty of ghosts already swear loyalty to me whether I want them to or not.â Danny looked sad, and scared, Jason took pity on him and lay back down with him, pulling him close.Â
âYou donât have to be king then, right?â Jason questioned, since it was obvious Danny didnât want this. âYou still have a choice.â
âNot really,â Danny admitted with a sigh, looking away. âSomeone will let Pariah out of his coffin again eventually, and when he does Iâll be the only one able to defeat him. So when that time comes my options will be to beat him myself or let him take over the world again. I guess I could force him back into the coffin again to try and delay it further, but the Council would probably start getting antsy and let him out themselves to try and force the issue and Iâd still only be delaying the inevitable. Itâs very unlikely that anyone as strong as me will come along in the next⊠millennia.â
âDamnâŠâ Jason breathed, turning that over in his head for a moment before he let out an incredulous little laugh. âWell thatâs one hell of a trump card to have in your back pocket if anyone tries to give you trouble. I mean you probably have diplomatic immunity or some shit.âÂ
The comment startled a laugh out of Danny as well. âYa, I guess so! I hadnât thought about that. Well, I still wonât say anything if I can help it but I guess thatâs a card I can keep up my sleeve if we need it,â Danny allowed with a half smile.Â
âI know you said youâre not ready for the meeting, but I know that you are. Itâs going to be hard, but you are ready, and Iâll be there with you. You can do this for us, canât you?â Jason asked, knowing that Danny was more inclined to push through if he wasnât just doing something for himself.Â
âYa, I can do that,â Danny promised, nuzzling into Jasonâs hair. He seemed more relaxed now thankfully.Â
âGood, now get some sleep,â Jason directed and smiled a little when Danny snuggled closer and closed his slightly luminescent blue eyes. âSweet dreams Moonlight, I love you.â
âYou got it Boss. I love you too,â Danny sighed contentedly.
The next morning was an early one for them. Mostly because once they woke up neither of them could get back to sleep, so even though they hadnât gone to bed until almost 2 am (thank you vigilante schedule) they were both up by seven. Brewing strong coffee in the kitchen and making scrambled eggs and toast since Jason couldnât be bothered with anything fancy.Â
With several hours till the meeting and nothing to do, they settled for rewatching some of their favourite movies and comfort eating some junk food. It was too early to go out and cause any real mayhem anyway. Finally it was time to suit up and go meet Dick and Tim so they could smuggle Red Hood and Hyena into The Watchtower. It was easy enough, Batman had gone in early and Hood already knew exactly where the Batcave was, so they just met up there and used the zeta-tube.
It had been a long time since Jason had been on one of those things and Danny never had, so they approached it with some trepidation. Danny in particular was eyeing the machine with wariness bordering on fear. Jason heard him mutter; âCool, ya, Iâll just get into the giant metal tube, as if that didnât kill me last time,â so he could guess the zeta-tube resembled whatever had killed him before, good to know.Â
Dick went first, cheerfully saying it was to make sure the coast was clear, though Jason suspected it was really because he had noticed Hyenaâs nerves and wanted to prove it was safe. Once heâd texted Tim that everything was fine Jason grabbed Dannyâs hand and walked with him into the tube confidently. Danny was reluctant, but he let Jason tug him along, and since he could have easily stopped them both, that was good enough consent.
Jason felt a familiar swoop in his just as they were swept away in the beam, and caught Danny when their feet hit the floor again and he stumbled. âSee? Not dead,â Jason joked to his partner as he held Danny close, feeling his slight trembling subside quickly.Â
âAre you sure?â Danny joked weakly, looking a little paler than usual.Â
âYouâre not going to be sick are you?â Jason asked worriedly.Â
Danny took a deep breath and shook his head; âNo, Iâll be fine.â
âGood, then letâs get out of the way so Robin can Zeta in,â Jason promoted.Â
Reminded that they were still in the tube Danny practically dragged Jason out. To his surprise it wasnât just Nightwing waiting for them, but all of the Teen Titans, including their newest member.Â
âLittle Star,â Danny breathed, his eyes wide above his mask. Phantasm looked shy, shifting from foot to foot with barely contained nervous energy. Danny smiled behind his mask and lifted his arms, which she threw herself into immediately, clinging desperately to her template. Danny hugged her back just as tightly, squeezing his eyes shut as he clutched her to his chest.
âWhy didnât you come to visit me? I missed you,â Phantasm questioned tearfully.Â
âI missed you too, I just wasnât sure youâd want to know me like I am now,â Danny explained softly.Â
âOf course I do! Weâre family,â Ellie said, burying her face in his shoulder.
âThen youâre always welcome where I am Starlight. I still canât take care of you properly, and I think you should stay with them. But come visit me whenever you want, whatever you need,â Danny promised her gently.
âI will,â Phantasm agreed, finally letting go of Danny so she could wipe the tears from her face, sniffling a little. âI know you canât have me stay with you right now. I can feelâŠâ She trailed off, glancing around them, remembering they had an audience and reconsidering what she was going to say. Danny appreciated that since he was pretty sure she was about to bring up his cracked core. âI know you have a lot of healing to do too, so you canât be worrying about me all the time.âÂ
âIâll always worry about you, Phantasm, youâre basically my daughter,â Danny laughed, and let her lightly wack his arm for it. âI just canât⊠support you right now.â
âI understand, itâs okay,â Phantasm reassured him with a sad little smile.Â
âGreat, are you guys ready for the meeting now?â Tim butted in a little callously, earning a glare from Dick. âWeâre a bit late so everyone else should be there by now.âÂ
âSure, letâs do this,â Danny agreed, grabbing Jasonâs hand again tightly. "It's time to get all this shit out in the light of day."
#dc x dp#jason todd#danny phantom#dead on main#fanfiction#my writing#dani phantom#superboy#nightwing#dick grayson#tim drake#Hyena!danny AU
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Grell Sutcliff Dating Hc! âââïœĄđŠčđïž
Pairing(s): Grell Sutcliff x Gn!Reader
Disclaimer! Iâve only watched the anime and Iâm semi aware of how sheâs mischaracterized (according to others(?)) in it in comparison to the manga. So, these hc are solely based on the anime
Weâve seen how she is when sheâs interested in someone and so just imagine her in an actual relationship đ
Sheâs constantly fonding over you at minimum and spouting profanities youâd rather not have to hear again at most
I mean the fact youâre together is obviously because you matched her freak
Anyway, the more surface level of her personality is her constant coddling, hugs, and overall lovey dovey self
If anything itâs just her reaction to hot people which i canât even blameđ
Now, if youâre more shy leaning Grell thinks youâre so cute
The urge to trap you in a bone crushing hug deepens immensely
However, if youâre more bold and straightforward sheâll really play into it
Again, everyone just disregards when sheâs like this so she really falls head over heels x 2
And if you pick her up? Deceased x2
Obviously sheâs glad to have you around for practically forever if youâre a divine being but if youâre human
The angst đ
Youâre the first person sheâs every genuinely connected with and felt understood by
Especially with her identity
So I imagine you dying had crossed her mind a few times before but the thought was too painful to ever actually continue thinking it
So the day that she saw your name amongst the people she had to kill- two words
Mental breakdown
Either you choose to die by her hand or kys to become a grim reaper, literally the only solutions
Itâs like that one audio where itâs like âbye Abby, Iâll see you when you wake up, and if you donât wake up, Iâll still see you cause Iâm gonna meet you in heaven or whatever
Sorry I just realized these are supposed to be relationship hc and not so gruesome đ
Anyway, regardless of your race (?) Your relationship is still very much existent and thereâs nothing grell or you could do about it
I mean I mighttt be going boarderline ooc like the the far depths sort of level but if youâre in a committed relationship and anyone alludes to you trying to leave her
Letâs just say we hope they donât or sheâll be extra possessive to a crazy extentđ
Also if youâre constantly surrounding yourself with grell then youâre bound to interact with Ciel and his lot
So what Iâm trying to say is, youâre like that one stereotypical couple with over the top PDA where itâs sickening to them
Also if you donât like it (pda) sheâll be a bit sad but sheâll try to respect it
Now if youâre a romantic sheâs constantly happy
Especially when you go out on a picnic, get her nice things and do silly things like carry her
Despite these âhappierâ moments thereâs eventual solemn topics (like her death) that she talks about with you
I mean sheâs sharing personal things with someone she trusts but itâs still nervwrecking
Also, you Canât tell me Grell wouldnât absolutely defend you with her life(?)
Even if it ends with her being trampled đ
#grell sutcliff#black butler grell#grell sutcliff x reader#fanfic#gn reader#male reader#fluff#fanfic fluff#female reader#fluff headcanons#black butler#black butler x reader#black butler x you#grell x reader
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Stop staring, Kang Haerin!
CHAPTER 1:
Love Hate at first sight.
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SYPNOSIS:Haerin, the vice president of the debate club, always seemed to give you cold, dismissive looksâor at least, that's what you thought. Convinced she couldnât stand you, you never expected to have anything to do with her. You assumed she just hated you. But when the club loses a key member before an important competition, youâknown for your academic excellenceâare the obvious choice to step in.
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You stood outside the debate clubroom, staring at the door as if it might bite you. You hadnât expected to be here, let alone as the clubâs last-minute solution to their unexpected crisis. It was only a week ago that your best friend practically begged you to join, explaining that one of the clubâs key members had transferred schools. She made it sound like the club would collapse if you didn't join, a bit dramatic maybe, but it worked. So, here you were.
With a deep breath, you pushed the door open.
The room fell silent as the members looked up from their seats. It wasnât a large group, but it was definitely enough to make you feel out of place. You quickly scanned the room and spotted herâthe person you had been dreading ever since your best friend mentioned you joining: Kang Haerin. Vice president of the debate club. Everyone knew about her, with her sharp mind and even sharper stare. She sat near the center, her arms resting on the table as she fidgeted with her fingers, her gaze fixed on you in a way that sent a chill down your spine. You had never spoken to her before, but you always seemed to lock eyes with her in the hallways or the cafeteria, only to be met with that piercing stare. Over time, you just assumed she didnât like you.
Your heart sank a little as you caught her eyes again just like almost everyday. She was staring at you like you were an unwanted intruder, her gaze hardening the longer you stood there. Her expression gave nothing away, but it felt like judgment, and it made you want to turn around and leave.
But you didnât. You couldnât. Youâd already committed to this.
"L/N, I'm so glad you could make it!" the club presidentâDanielle, said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Weâll start with introductions. Everyone, this is Y/N. Sheâs joining us to help out with our upcoming competition."
You gave a nervous smile and waved awkwardly, trying not to glance at Haerin again. But it was impossible not to feel her eyes on you.
What the hell did you even do?
You quickly tried to shake the thoughts from your head as Danielle continued to speak, unaware of the growing pit in your stomach.
"Alright, Y/N! Since youâre new here, weâll just ask a few questions so you can get settled in. Then, weâll go into some practice."
You nodded, forcing a smile, but your mind was still stuck on the girl. Why did she always look at you like that? Her feline eyes were now focused on something elseâthankfullyâbut it didnât erase the feeling of being under constant scrutiny.
"How familiar are you with debates?" one of the members asked, pulling your attention back to the group.
"Iâve participated in a few competitions before," you answered, your voice a little shaky but honest. "But not anything on the scale of what you guys are preparing for."
"Thatâs great! We need all the help we can get right now." Danielle beamed, clearly relieved to have you there.
A few more questions were thrown your wayâwhat topics you preferred, your strengths in public speaking, whether you had experience with researchâ blah blah blah, and you did your best to answer. Still, every now and then, your gaze would flicker to Haerin, who hadnât said a word the entire time. She just sat there, fidgeting with her fingers but always watching. Judging. Or at least, thatâs what it felt like.
Eventually, the questions died down, and the practice session began. Danielle explained the plan for the upcoming competition while passing out some papers. You tried to focus, but your nerves made it hard to absorb much.
As you shuffled through the notes handed to you, a piece of paper slid across the table toward you. Startled, you looked down.
It was from Haerin.
Your breath caught in your throat as you hesitantly unfolded it, expecting some kind of passive-aggressive note telling you to do better or not screw up.
But it wasnât.
It was a neatly written list of points for the debate topic.
Confused, you glanced over at Haerin, but she didnât meet your gaze. She simply stared straight ahead, her expression as cold and unreadable as ever. Was she helping you? Or was this just for the clubâs benefit? You couldnât tell.
You went along with it, following the points sheâd given you. As the discussion went on, you occasionally heard whispers from Haerinâs direction, something like, âMention that stat here,â or âBring up the counter-argument now.â Her tone was low, controlled. Her instructions were precise, helpful, even. But it only deepened the confusion.
Why was someone who supposedly didnât like you going out of her way to help?
Still, it all felt... impersonal. Like it wasnât about you at all. Like it was just for the sake of the competition. There was no way this was personal. Not with how she looked at you every time your eyes accidentally met.
By the end of the session, your nerves had settled, though the weight of Haerinâs gaze hadnât. You collected your things, ready to make a quick exit.
"Good job today," Danielle called out as you waved a polite goodbye to the rest of the group.
As you stepped into the hallway, you couldnât help but replay everything in your headâHaerinâs silence, the notes, the whispers. Maybe she didnât hate you after all. Or maybe she was just doing her job as vice president, making sure everything ran smoothly for the sake of the competition. The two voices debated in your head as you absentmindedly walked toward the exit.
It wasnât the first time you'd felt this way around her. The memory hit you like a wave, taking you back to that moment in math class last semesterâthe first time you really noticed Kang Haerin.
Back then, you were seated next to her, and you had felt it from the beginning: that stare. Youâd glance over, only to find her already looking at you, her cat-like eyes unreadable. It was unnerving, like she was silently criticizing every move you made.
One particular moment stood out to you. You had been working on a problem in your notebook, struggling with a tricky equation. You glanced over, hoping for some clue that maybe she was having just as much trouble, but there she was, solving it effortlesslyâher expression calm, focused, and... sharp.
When your eyes met, it felt like time froze. Her gaze was intense, like she could see right through you, picking apart your every flaw. It wasnât a glare, not exactly, but it felt just as piercing.
The longer she looked, the more your anxiety built up So you broke eye contact, quickly returning to your own notes, feeling your hands clam up. Youâd been so rattled by that stare that you ended up switching seats with a classmate the next day, just to get away from her.
Just then, Haerin brushed past you, heading in the opposite direction. You caught a glimpse of her bag and noticed a small frog keychain dangling from the zipper. It was an unexpected contrast to her sharp, no-nonsense demeanor, and for a moment, you found it oddly... cute. You couldnât help but smile a little to yourself as she disappeared down the hallway.
Who are you Kang Haerin?
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Another Chance to Live Part 3 (Ana Maria CrnogorÄeviÄ x Reader)
Summary: Both Ana and you spend some time at your national camps. It helps you to finally realize a few things.
Part 1, Part 2
A/N: At this point I think I'm just committing to aim for an upload every Sunday. Maybe I'll manage to update sooner at some point, but usually I end up being way too busy during the week. And in case anyone is wondering, there will be three more parts after this.
I was really excited for this part, so I hope you guys will be to. And thank you to anyone who has shared their thoughts about this story, it always make my day. :)
Also, Ana at the Champions league final just broke my heart all over again!
The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, and while you missed Anaâs presence next to you, you were also glad for the moment of reflection it allowed you. Last night had blurred the lines between the Swiss woman and you, a prospect that seemed much scarier in the bright light of day. Â
Maybe it also felt more daunting at the moment because you were nervous about going to camp. Conditions had improved somewhat for the Spanish national team, but it still wasnât a happy place to be. It was still an ongoing back and forth, constant fighting for every small thing to hopefully one day get to the point you all wanted to be.
So you didnât feel prepared for a complex and emotional conversation with Ana right now. You just wanted a peaceful morning with your best friend, eating a nice breakfast, enjoying each otherâs company, sharing one last hug before going to your respective national teams. After last night though, you werenât sure if that was in the cards for you today.
Once you gathered enough courage to leave your bedroom, you were greeted by the smell of coffee and pancakes, your absolute favorite breakfast food. So at least the tasty breakfast part of your wish was being fulfilled.
Ana smiled at you gently and wished you a good morning when she saw you. You echoed her statement, readily excepting the cup of coffee she handed you. It made you happy how comfortable she felt in your apartment, almost as if she was your girlfriend making breakfast for you.
She wasnât though! She was your amazing friend making breakfast for you, and that was nice too.
âAre you ready for national camp?â The Swiss woman asked while she plated the last of the pancakes and moved to sit at the table.
You took a sip of coffee to avoid having to answer straight away. This was a loaded question, with the potential of leading to a variety of difficult topics you didnât have the strength to acknowledge right now.
âItâll be nice to see everyone again,â you offered vaguely.
The blonde nodded in agreement.
âYeah, thatâs one of the best parts of national camp. Iâm very excited to see Lia again.â
Anaâs eyes were shining with happiness and you could tell how much she was looking forward to seeing her Swiss friend again. It made you irrationally jealous. You had no right to feel like this, Ana was allowed to have other friends, and of course she should be happy to see them.
âWho are you most looking forward to seeing?â Ana carried on, thankfully completely oblivious to the jealousy burning inside of you.
Her question left you in a bit of a dilemma. There were some players you were always especially excited to see, but most of them were friends of Ana as well and you didnât want to risk her telling them. Not when you were pretty sure that they would never give you as the answer to such a question.
âAll of them really.â
It was more of a non-answer really, but you felt like the time you could take for answering such a simple question had ran out and it was the safest option you could think of.
âI know that theyâre all excited to see you too,â the Swiss woman assured you.
You hummed in fake agreement, quickly changing the subject to Anaâs travel itinerary. It was nice of her to lie on your behalf; the blonde had probably caught on that the question had me you flustered. She was empathetic like that. Still, you didnât want to linger longer than necessary on this.
Sadly, the morning passed way too quickly for your liking and all too soon it was time to say goodbye to Ana for now. You felt like crying, which was ridiculous, it wasnât even two weeks before you saw her again.
The two of you hugged goodbye and you were relieved that the Swiss woman allowed the hug to last for a while, seemingly also in no hurry to walk away. However, when you finally let go of each other, it was still too soon for you. Â
Ana smiled at you with gentle eyes and a slightly melancholy smile. Apparently you werenât doing a good job at hiding your unhappiness if it was so obvious to her.
âIâll see you soon, yeah?â The Swiss woman said. âCall me or text me whenever!â
Ana waited for you to nod, then she turned around, waving as she walked away. You had to take some deep breaths to stop yourself from bursting into tears right there in your doorway. However, you didnât have time for a crying session right now; you had to get a move on to get to the airport on time.
You were ready in the nick of time, finishing a final check when you heard a knock on the door. It was Misa who had offered to pick you up so you could drive to the airport together.
âReady?â The goalkeeper asked after greeting you, but one look at your face made her change her course of questioning. âWhy the long face?â
You shrugged your shoulders. You really didnât want to get into that right now.
âWell you better put on a poker face before the others see you, or Jenni will tease you to no end about your crush on Ana,â Misa advised.
âWhat? I donât have a crush on Ana!â You shot back. âSheâs my friend.â
Misa smirked. âYeah sure, whatever you want to believe.â
âItâs the truth though!â
Your teammate raised her hands in surrender. âOkay, okay.â
You could tell that Misa didnât believe you at all. But you didnât feel like arguing any more, you most likely wouldnât convince her either way. How could you when every reasoning you could possibly give her was a lie?
Heeding Misaâs advice you made sure to erase all sadness from your face before meeting up with the rest of your national teammates. Still, it only took a few minutes after the initial greetings were over for Jenni to approach you with a sly smile on her face. You had never wished for the ground to swallow you as much as you did in that moment.
The older woman threw an arm around you, pulling you close.
âSo whatâs going on with you and Anamari?â She whispered into your ear. However, she did so loudly enough for everyone in your vicinity to overhear and suddenly all of the attention zoomed in on you.
You freed yourself from Jenniâs holds, crossing your arms and challenging the black haired woman with a hard gaze.
âNothing! Weâre just good friends. Can we move on now?â
âAw look at you being all firm. Does Ana like that?â Jenni teased.
You flushed bright red, very uncomfortable with this conversation.
âLeave her alone, Jenni!â Alexia commanded and you flashed her a thankful smile.
Jenni rolled her eyes, muttering something about how everyone always ruined her fun, but thankfully she listened to her ex-girlfriend. Though, you werenât naĂŻve enough to assume this wouldnât come up again during camp.
It wasnât until much later, when you were laying in your bed that you wondered how Jenni even knew about Ana and you. Not that there was anything going on, nothing mutual at least. But still, it seemed unlikely that she had come to that conclusion by herself all the way over there in Mexico.
Had Misa or Lola, who had both picked up on your crush a while ago, even though you had never confirmed their suspicions, talked to her about it? Or did she hear it from Ana herself? That would mean that the Swiss woman either had feelings for you as well or that she had realized you were in love with her at some point.
That second option made your anxiety spike through the roof. How embarrassing if Ana really knew! You desperately wanted to go and ask Jenni about her sources right this moment, but in the end you werenât ready to endure the subsequent teasing.
Therefore you were forced to mull it over silently, trying to find some small scrap of evidence for any of the possible scenarios. It was a fruitless endeavor with the only result that you couldnât fall asleep until the early hours of the morning.
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All in all the time at national camp was pleasant enough. You enjoyed being around all of your teammates, even if you had to put up with more teasing about Ana, mostly from Jenni. It wasnât too bad though and you got better and better at just ignoring her comments.
You also took great care to suppress the goofy smile that always threatened to bubble up when you got a text from Ana. So you were doing your part to minimize the teasing you had to endure.
But then on the night before your last game the Swiss woman called you for the first time since you had parted ways, and it was at the most inconvenient time. You were hanging out with Jenni and most of the Barcelona girls when your phone started buzzing.
Your heart did a somersault when you noticed who was calling. You had wanted to call her every day, every hour really, but had refrained from doing so because you didnât want to bother Ana. But now she was calling you!
Unfortunately Jenni was sitting right next to you, instantly seeing Anaâs name flashing on your phone. You could practically feel the glee radiating from her. However, you didnât pay her any attention, too busy getting up and leaving the room while answering the phone. This wasnât a conversation you wanted to have with an audience.
âHi Ana,â you said almost at the doorway.
What you heard on the other side of the phone made you foolishly stop in your tracks. The Swiss woman was sobbing into the line and you wished with everything in you that you could crawl through the line to comfort your friend properly.
âWhatâs going on? Are you okay?â You asked; panic seeping into your tone.
You only realized your mistake when you heard gasps behind you and turned around. And sure enough you were met by concerned faces all around. You waved them off, not really certain what you were trying to communicate with that gesture.
To avoid any more unwanted eavesdropping, you quickly left the room, just barely hearing Irene calling after you to come tell them what was going on once you finished your call. You nodded even though you had already closed the door behind you, so there was no way they could see it.
You kept talking to Ana while rushing to the privacy of your room, telling her that everything was going to be okay, that you were here, that she should try and take some deep breaths, that you would be on the phone with her as long as she needed. You werenât sure if the blonde even processed a word of what you were saying, but at least this way you were doing something.
You were already seated on your bed for quite a while, repeating the same things over and over again, when Anaâs sobs finally died down.
âSorry,â was the first thing the Swiss woman said. You desperately wanted to shoot that stupid word to the moon.
âNo, no, you have nothing to apologize for! Iâm happy you called me. I wish I was near you, so I could give you a hug or something. Do you want me to call Lia and tell her to come give you a hug? I mean I donât have her number, but I could probably go and ask Mario.â
On the other side of the phone Ana chuckled softly, a noise that sounded heavenly after listening to her miserable crying for so long.
âThatâs sweet, but I donât want Lia just yet. Iâll go see her afterwards, but right now I just want to talk with you a little longer if thatâs okay.â
âOf course! Thatâs more than okay,â you quickly reassured Ana.
Did it mean something that she preferred talking with you over talking with Lia? The Arsenal player was one of her oldest and best friends, so surely Ana should prefer her comfort, unlessâŠNo, you couldnât go there! Especially not right now, when you should be focusing on making the blonde feel better.
âDo you want to talk about it?â You inquired gently.
There was a small pause, but then the words started tumbling from Anaâs mouth.
âBeing here is just so frustrating! Ever since I dared to question some of Inkaâs decision during the World Cup, respectfully and with sound reasons might I add, she acts as if everything I do is a direct attack on her. Today I brought Rio some water and for some reason Inka took that as me saying sheâs overworking us and doesnât care about our health? I feel like I canât do anything without offending her.â
âAnd letâs be honest I donât really care about hurting her feelings or whatever, sheâs a big girl, but then she told me today she wonât play me tomorrow because Iâve been too disrespectful. And I havenât even done anything! How insecure does a person have to be to act like this? I just wish we could get rid of her already!â
Anaâs voice was getting louder and louder, but suddenly she went all quiet again as if that last thing was too scary to utter it too loudly.
âIâm so scared at this point that I wonât get to play at the home Euros. And thatâs my biggest dream. She canât take that away from me.â
A fresh wave of tears began leaking from the Swiss womanâs eyes, but this time she was crying silently. The only giveaways were some sniffles and the sudden quietness.
You had been listening quietly while Ana spoke, going through your own emotional roller coaster. Knowing that the blonde was in so much turmoil, hearing it from a distance, was cracking your heart one word at a time, one tear at a time.
But you were also furious and if you would have been anywhere near that horrible coach you would have punched her right in the face. Not that violence was the answer, although maybe it was when someone was making Ana feel this miserable.
Then again Inka didnât deserve any of your time or energy; both were much better spent by focusing on your friend.
âIâm sorry things are so bad right now and I wish there was more I could do, but Iâm always here if you need to rant or talk and I canât wait to see you again and be a real shoulder to cry on. Iâll give you the biggest hug the moment I see you,â you promised.
Ana let out a watery chuckle. âI canât wait for that. Iâm debating if I should just leave tonight,â she admitted.
âI get that, but donât do that, itâll only give Inka more ammunition. Try holding out a little longer, I have no doubt that her days are numbered and soon enough you guys will be rid of her. Sheâs ruining your national team and with such a big home tournament coming up, thatâs the last thing your federation will want. And letâs be honest, you have to play at the Euros, youâre one of the biggest names Switzerland has, so itâll be stupid to leave you out.â
Suddenly you were glad that you had spent a lot of time informing yourself about the Swiss national team, which of course included all of its recent problems. You had rationalized it to yourself by claiming you did so out of professional interest, but really you had wanted to know as much about Ana as you could. And now it was definitely paying off.
âYeah, I guess youâre right and really itâs nothing compared to what you guys went through. I shouldnât even be complaining-,â Ana apologized frantically.
âDonât,â you stopped her, âDonât do that. Thereâs no point in comparing bad situations and putting them in any sort of hierarchy. Things suck even if something might be objectively worse and itâs okay to feel bad about it. And itâs always okay for you to tell me about things that are bothering you.â
There was a short moment of silence and of course you instantly played back your words, trying to figure out what you could have done wrong. You probably had been coming on too strong, you should add that you always wanted to know what was going on with all of your friends in order to support them.
In fact, you were already opening your mouth to say exactly that, when Ana broke the silence, âThank you so much. Iâm so grateful to have you in my life. Really.â
Naturally, you noticed that the Swiss woman didnât clarify that she was happy you were her friend and of course it stoked some foolish hope inside of you. Lately you had been trying to decide what was better, having false hope or having no hope. You hadnât come to a conclusion yet, so you stayed in this weird state of in between, going from absolute hopelessness to overwhelming hopefulness.
After this you didnât talk too much longer, Ana wanted to go and fill in Lia. This time you only felt a tiny hint of jealousy at the other Swiss woman, mostly you were relieved that someone close to Ana was going to give her a hug. Even if it would have been much better if it could have been you.
There was a knock on your door about ten minutes after you had hung up. You knew instantly who it was. The only surprise was that it had taken Jenni this long to come and find you. Preparing yourself for more teasing you opened the door.
However, you werenât met by the usual grinning Jenni with mischief shimmering in her eyes, but by a serious woman wearing a concerned expression.
She waltzed right into your room once she noticed that you were off the phone, sitting down on your bed.
âIs Anamari okay?â
You tilted your head from one side to the other. âShe isnât great, but I think talking about it helped. She went to go be with Lia now.â
Jenni nodded. âThatâs good. What was it about then?â
âIssues with the national team. I donât really know how much I can say. Ana didnât tell me not to talk about it, but I still donât want to betray her confidence,â you declared.
Luckily Jenni accepted this easily. âYouâre a good friend, chica. But are you sure youâre really just a friend?â
You sighed; of course the black haired woman had to bring this up again. Although, maybe this was your chance to get some more information about Jenniâs knowledge of Anaâs potential feelings.
âDo you know something? I mean did Ana tell you something?â You asked instead of answering the older womanâs questions, cringing at how obvious your eagerness was.
A small smirk crept back onto Jenniâs face. âOh, no chica, just like you canât tell me what Ana and you talked about, I canât talk about what Ana and I spoke about.â
You rolled your eyes, but didnât really see much of an option to argue her point. It was fair enough, it was just also very frustrating.
Instead of continuing to tease you, Jenniâs expression quickly sobered when you stayed silent. âLook it shouldnât matter what I possible know or donât know about Anaâs feelings. You own feelings arenât dependent on what she feels.â
This was shockingly wise from someone who often acted like a teenage boy. Then again it shouldnât really be surprising to you because you were pretty familiar with this much more mature and serious side of Jenni that only her friends and family got to see.
And obviously she was right. Your feelings were there whether or not Ana returned them. However, you would never deliberately reveal them to anyone until you where 1000% sure that the Swiss woman also felt something more than friendship for you.
 Jenni let you stew in silence for a while, but when it became clear that you wouldnât say anything else, she got up with a sigh. She knew there was no point in trying any longer tonight; you needed time to figure things out by yourself.
âCall me when you decide youâre ready to face your feelings out in the open,â she instructed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before leaving you alone with your thoughts.
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A couple days later it was time to go back home and you were eager to do so. Still, you took the time to say a proper goodbye to everyone, especially Jenni. It would be a while before you saw her again. And even though she often annoyed you, you also appreciated her friendship.
âRemember what I said, yeah?â She reminded you once you parted ways.
You nodded, convinced that it would never come to this. You couldnât see a future where you would open up about your feelings any time soon.
Back in Madrid you were faced with the awkwardness of having to tell Misa that you werenât driving home with her. The moment you had figured out that Ana would arrive after you, you had decided to wait at the airport for her.
Of course you didnât say as much to the goalkeeper, but she put two and two together easily.
âI wonât tease you right now because youâve endured enough of that these last ten days, but girl open your eyes!â Misa exclaimed, then she gave you a hug and disappeared.
Why did no one realize that you werenât oblivious to your own feelings? You were well aware of them, the problem were Anaâs feelings or the lack thereof.
The time waiting wasnât spend very productive. You were too anxious to potentially miss Ana, so you just sat around staring at the sliding doors she should exit from long before there was any chance of her actually coming out.
When you read on the arrival board that her plane had landed, you suddenly worried that the Swiss woman might find this weird. You had thought it was a nice gesture and it allowed you to give the promised hug at the earliest moment possible, but it might come across as too much.
You had almost talked yourself into enough insecurity that you were going to leave, when you spotted Ana. A huge smile spread on your face and before you even fully registered that it was actually her, your mouth was already moving.
âAna!â You shouted.
The Swiss woman looked around, confusion clearly written on her face. However when she was you, the confusion morphed into pure joy. She rushed over to you, tackling you into a hug. It felt so nice, completely right somehow, to have the blonde in your arms again.
âWhat are you doing here?â Â Ana asked, making no move to break the hug. And you sure as hell werenât going to do so anytime soon.
âI wanted to give you the hug I owed you as soon as possible,â you explained, glad that Ana couldnât see the blush on your face.
The Swiss woman tightened her hold on you.
âIâm so glad you did.â
At some point you did have to let go of each other, but before you could fully break apart, the Swiss woman caught your hand, intertwining your fingers. She looked at you searchingly; keen to make sure you were okay with this. There was little you had been more okay with in your life.
 âDo you want to come over?â Ana asked hopefully when you got into her car.
âIâd love to,â you responded. âAnd before I assume incorrectly again, do you prefer to talk about the national camp situation or would you rather just hang out as a distraction?â
Ana smiled at this; she really appreciated your question. At least for the night she actually wanted to think about other things than the national camp, and she told you as much. Therefore the two of you spent a relaxing evening together, ordering food, watching some TV, before going to bed relatively early.
Throughout the entire evening you carefully watched Ana for any hints she might have feelings for you too. And there were some signs, the way she looked at you, how she laughed at your jokes, the way she initiated physical contact whenever possible.
If you would be watching this as a neutral spectator there would be little doubt in your mind, that all of these were subtle clues hinting at a crush. But because it concerned you, you couldnât be so sure.
And the most confusing thing was the matter of why the Swiss woman wouldnât just tell you if she had feelings for you. You had been so obvious that everyone else had caught on, so if the feelings were mutual surely Ana would have told you by now?
The next morning when it was time to say goodbye, you once again felt sad. Which was even more ridiculous this time around because you would see each other again the next day.
When you got back to your apartment, you picked up the phone and called Jenni before you could second guess yourself. If you began thinking about it, you would lose your ability to act.
âYou were right, I like her,â you stated without even saying hello.
On the other side of the line you could hear a happy squeal, âFinally! You will be so cute together, I can already see myself getting sick when weâre all going to hang out. Maybe you could take a trip over here during winter break.â
It was reassuring that Jenni seemed so sure that this would work out between you and Ana, but you couldnât get your own hopes up like this.
âSlow down, Jenni. Just because I like her doesnât mean we will end up in a relationship. Iâm still not sure about Anaâs feelings.â
âOh my god, Iâve never met anyone as oblivious as you! I know for a fact that Ana has been hinting at it for ages, but now that youâve come clean I can confirm that she also has feelings for you.â
Your heart was soaring at these words. Did they mean what you thought they meant?
âWait, are you saying Ana told you she liked me too?â You double-checked.
Jenni chuckled. âYeah, let me spell it out for you; my dear friend Ana Maria CrnogorÄeviÄ has told me, Jennifer Hermoso Fuentes, that she likes you.â
At this point even you found it hard to hang on to any lingering doubt, but still you managed to do so because there was one last thing bothering you.
âThen why didnât you tell me before?â
âBecause Anamari asked me not to. She wasnât totally sure if you really had feelings for her too or if you were just confused, so she didnât want you to be influenced by her feelings. And even though I told her that was stupidest thing Iâve ever heard and that she should just let me tell you because you never believe anything until you get hit by a blinking neon sign, ultimately it wasnât my decision.â
You couldnât even be mad at Jenniâs comment about you needing things to be completely obvious; it was definitely true. But you also thought that no one could fault you for having a hard time believing that someone as wonderful as Ana wanted to be with someone as mundane as you.
âBut I was so obvious,â you brought up one thing you couldnât fully understand yet. How had there been any doubt in Anaâs mind?
âChica, you kept saying things like you love her as a friend or youâre always happy to be there for your friends. Of course she had some doubts,â Jenni pointed out.
âButâŠBut I only said that because I was so obvious otherwise and I didnât want her to suspect anything,â you defended yourself, realizing how that sounded while you were still speaking. Suddenly it made a lot more sense why Ana hadnât revealed her feelings to you before.
âOkay, okay, I heard it, donât say anything, Jenni,â you quickly added, before the older woman could tease you about it.
Then something dawned on you. âOh god, how do I ask her out though?â
Jenni snorted. âJust ask her on a date. Itâs not that hard, you know sheâll say yes now. Just donât over think it, even if thatâs hard for you.â
You nodded, already over thinking it. Should you call Ana now? Should you ask her when you saw each other tomorrow? Should you text her in case she had somehow changed her mind since she last spoke to Jenni?
âI can hear you over thinking it all the way over here in Mexico!â Jenni scolded you. âJust do it. Iâd love to hold your hand through it, but itâs the middle of the night here, so I need my beauty sleep. Not that I really need it, Iâm pretty enough as it is, but still.â
A pang of guilt hit you. You hadnât thought about the time difference at all.
âIâm so sorry, I woke you up, Jenni,â you apologized.
âDonât be, this was a good reason to be woken up for. Go get your girl now,â Jenni instructed.
Despite this you apologized once again and thanked the black haired woman profusely, foolishly saying that you owed her one. Going by Jenniâs reaction you would come to regret this at some point, but that was for future you to worry about
Right now you had other things to worry about, like how to ask Ana out. Even if you had gotten confirmation that the Swiss woman liked you too, it still felt like this had to be perfect, otherwise she might suddenly have a change of heart.Â
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Part 2 of Batfam and batsis y/n headcons
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It was a surprise to see y/n at the of the manor one night after her "outburst" that was a couple months ago. Alfred is happy to see her but notices her troubled expression. She greets him and asks if Bruce was here.
Entering the Batcave for the first time in years, it hasn't changed too much from what y/n remembers. The first to notice her walk in is Damian. "Sister, what are you doing here?" It's always so weird hearing him call her that now. He's never called he that until her "outburst".
This gets the attention of Tim and Babs, making them look away from the monitor. Tim is glad to see her again and hopefully, she is here to mend their broken, not completely burnt, bridges. Babs is also glad to see her as they haven't been communicating as much this past week, but concerned as to what brought her here. She has a feeling that y/n wouldn't come here without a reason.
"I need to talk to Bruce." Damian is almost upset that y/n didn't say she came to see him. He doesn't even have to open his mouth as Bruce is right behind her. Bruce makes his presence known which made y/n jolt up a bit.
Turns around to see him suited up just like the others. Not seeing his full face made her more comfortable oddly.
She takes a deep breath before talking, "I want to clarify that I'm talking to Batman and not Bruce Wayne. I have some information and I desperately need your help." Everyone's interest was already peaked before she said anything.
Bruce watches her pointer finger curl around her hair, her eyes shifted away from him, and her shoulders somehow become even more tense. "Jerome is looking for someone, not me, but I'm worried about them. Wait not looking for he's found them and I- ugh, I'm sure you've already done a background check on him. He has a twin brother and he supposedly wants him dead. I'mâŠ"
All their eyes on her were worsening her anxiety. "I'm best friends with him, Jeremiah Valeska." Babs is already putting the pieces together that Xander Wilde was just an alias. She does remember thinking that they look similar, but she's only met y/n's boyfriend a handful of times and never looked that deep into Jerome's relatives. There wasn't any need to look at his family as long as they aren't committing illegal acts with him.
"Jerome, he did something to Jeremiah. There was this gas and it messed him up. HeâŠ" y/n was trying not to get too emotional from talking about a topic that was sensitive to her. "He's not right in the head anymore. It's almost like he's turning into Jerome. He's losing control, he knew a week ago that something is wrong but now he's sayingâŠ"
Their eyes and her various feelings on the matter were making her feel that this was a dead end. It's been nearly three months and things have been getting progressively worse. As she looks at Bruce and all she expects is to be rejected. To tell her that she was overreacting and that time was going to heal whatever this mess was.
y/n looked Bruce in the eyes and for the first desperately begged, "Please. Please help find a cure or something to end Jeremiah's madness. IâŠ" She choked back the urge to say that she loved him. There wasn't a need for that and she'd rather keep them in the dark about her life. "âŠI don't want to lose my best friend. I know you're busy, but I had try asking. Just tell me now if you'd be able to help in any way possible and I'll leave you alone."
This came out of nowhere, but with y/n looking Bruce in the eye with glassy and a scared look in her eyes. How could he say no? "I'll do everything I can, but I'll need a blood sample."
Anything that he said after that went in and out of y/n's ears. She was just relieved that she had the greatest detective help her. "Yeah, um, I can do that." Her voice was softer than a few seconds ago. She wiped the tears of relief with her palm and quickly made her way out of the cave.
Tim wanted to go after her, but Damian was already following behind her and Babs gave him a discouraging look. Babs finally understood why y/n has been so quiet these past weeks. She also knew that y/n needed time to herself and she'd hope that Damian would understand that. She thinks Bruce knew that as well as he stared at the exit for a moment before swiftly going back to work.
Damian kept calling out to his sister before grabbing her wrist. y/n really wanted to shake off his hand and tell him to just leave her alone. Though feeling how firm his grip is she knew it would probably be best to go with whatever to not trigger another meltdown. That was the last thing she ever wanted to see or deal with.
Genuinely though she didn't know why he followed her. It didn't matter if he was trying to repave their relationship, she always expects the worst to come out of his mouth. As a shield, she says what he thinks he'll say. Putting herself down before he or anyone can do it.
"Yeah, I know I shouldn't be down there. It's no place for me and I get in the way. I'm not going to lie and say I'm fully sorry. I am, but I need to try everything to save him, and if that means you'll all have to bear witness to a living failure once more then so be it."
Damian is stuck by her words again and lets go of her as if her skin burns him. He was unsure of how to respond to that, but that wasn't the reason he was there. He tells her with full confidence, "Father will find a cure. Your friend will be okay."
She doesn't look at him. Surprised that he didn't degrade her and slightly smiling that he was comforting her. "Thank you, Damian, that was nice of you to say." Then walks out of the manor just like last time, but this night Damian can fall asleep without regretting eating him alive.
Bruce hires a team of toxicologists. Buys a whole new laboratory for the team. Making sure that there is progress being made while he's not working on it. Tim is the one who spends the most time searching for a cure.
The day after y/n would make her regular trip to the psychiatric hospital with Tim watching from a distance. Tim wasn't stalking y/n he'd claim fully knowing that's exactly what he's doing. He just felt that something was missing and he just wanted to know. He was sick of all her secretiveness. He's given y/n some space after her "outburst" unlike Damian and Dick. So he feels like he could do this because it's not like he forcing her to be around him like the other two.
But regardless the stalking. He was concerned about seeing y/n walk into a mental hospital. It wasn't Arkham, but personally knowing her track record of depressive episodes made him wonder why she was here. Was she admitting herself again?
y/n going through a mental low is difficult no matter how many times Tim sees and helps her through it. She'd stop having this bubbly aura around her. Not being able to get out of bed. There were few times she talked of how hopeless and empty she felt. When she had these episodes they'd never last a few days. They'd always be a week and the worse he's personally seen it last for 2 months. Then the mental image of her dealing with this on her own and coming to the point that she felt the need to admit herself was devastating to him in many ways.
Disguised as part of the staff, Tim followed y/n. Quickly realizing that she wasn't admitting herself, but visiting. He stood by the door of the patient's room that she dispersed in and closed the door. Interestingly Echo walked out of the room at one point and went back.
Seeing y/n standing by the door and about to leave, Tim quickly put some distance between himself and her. Watching y/n, Echo, and a man wearing a hat walk out. Following close behind as they left the hospital and entered the parking garage. He noticed how closely y/n and the man were walking together while Echo walked behind them.
Suddenly Echo came to a halt making the others stop and look at her. Then she ran full force toward Tim and pushed him against the concrete wall. A sharp knife pressed against his throat.
The handful of times Tim has seen Echo he's never seen her exhibit any emotion. There was a sort of underlying anger as she calmly ask who he was and why he following them. He's not able to get his mouth open because y/n runs up panicked while the man walks slowly.
y/n doesn't even need a second to see that it was Tim. Makes Echo let go of him before asking what he was even doing there. There is no good lie that he can come up with on the spot and he knew lying was just going to make y/n more upset than she already was.
"You never talk or are around anymore. You're so secretive now that it makes me worried." Tim would continue if he didn't notice y/n clench her jaw. He would have to be blind to not see y/n trying to keep her cool.
That's when the man placed his gloved hand on her shoulder. Just that simple action alone got rid of any tension in y/n. The man would introduce himself as Jeremiah.
Tim felt uncomfortable by Jeremiah. It could have been the fact that y/n did say his mental sanity has deteriorated, but Tim could just feel something was off with him. His bright green eyes remind Tim of someone. His face also looked to be caked with makeup and the way he talked was unnerving.
The three leave Tim behind. y/n stating that they'll talk about 'this' later. He goes back to the manor even more perplexed by everything.
Later that day y/n drops by the manor. Trying to be discreet as possible because she doesn't want to trigger Damian jumping out. Handing the blood sample to Bruce then turning her attention to Tim.
They have a long drawn-out conversation about what transpired earlier. Explaining why he felt the need to follow her and how he wants her to be open with him.
"â I want us to friends again." That made y/n's heart and mind stop for a moment. Just a moment because she immediately rebuttals. Not trying to mean when saying she doesn't want to be near any of them. That just things change, that they've changed, and they drifted apart. That he had nothing to worry about, but to also never do that again.
y/n spends most of her time with Jeremiah until she has classes and takes a minute to drop by the manor for any updates. Now that y/n is visiting the manor, Damian doesn't surprise her with visits anymore. Since she comes over quite often, daily almost.
He always tries to prolong her time there. He remembers the few things she's interested in. Art and fencing. He'll try almost bribe her to spend more time with him. Mentioning that he's going to an art museum or that he's done with his latest painting. It doesn't get her attention. Talks about how he's got tickets for a fencing match, but that doesn't interest y/n in the slightest.
It's like she's purposefully ignoring him. It's not the case, but that's beside the point. One day when y/n drops by and gets ready to leave, Damian walks up to her with one question. "Can you teach me how to fence?"
Taken aback the question y/n has to take a moment to register it. She sighs, "You're better off getting a professional trainer because I haven't held a saber or epee in a hot minute." She's not even trying to avoid Damian even though he just reminds her how much of a failure she is. She's just being honest.
The boy is becoming visibly frustrated. Panicking and remembering his last tantrum, y/n quickly says that she'll teach him the basics after her classes. Seeing that he was calming down y/n makes a quick escape.
After her last class, she sees Damian waiting right outside of her classroom. Once she's in his peripheral vision he tries to drag her back to the manor and into the newly established fencing room, but she needs to make a quick stop.
Will not let her go alone no matter what. So she kinda has no choice but to bring him along. It's nothing new. She makes a quick call informing someone that she'll have someone with her before jumping into her car. They take a long ride out of Gotham and into the woods. Making Damian wonder where the hell y/n is going.
The second one to meet Jeremiah is Damian. Jeremiah only politely greets him before leaving to talk with y/n in another room. The first impression Damian has of Jeremiah is not a good one. Highly suspicious of him and is not comfortable letting y/n be alone in a room with him. Low-key impressed by the labyrinth that Jeremiah calls his house and likes the interior of the living room. Every classy.
Would have put his ear against the door to hear what they were saying if it wasn't for Echo. She was staring him down. He's pretty sure she hasn't blinked since they got here. Going off what Tim said to the others about Echo possibly being y/n's lover, Damian wonders what y/n sees in Echo.
When they leave and get back into the car Damian brings up Echo. "Your girlfriend should learn how to blink." y/n almost stomped on the breaks. "Girlfriend...? Echo?" She's very confused. "Who else am I talking about." This is when she learns that the whole family thinks she's dating Echo. The idea is funny but also irked her because that was far from the truth. Calmly explains to Damian that isn't the case and that she was simply Jeremiah's bodyguard. Damian can't wait to tell Tim that he was wrong.
Once they get back to the manor y/n teaches Damian about fencing. First going over the rules and the 4 types of fencing before doing anything physical. Surprisingly time flew by. They probably would have been fencing all night if Alfred didn't interrupt them for dinner. y/n planned on leaving, but Damian convinced her to at least stay for dinner because Alfred made her favorite dish and dessert.
This is around the time y/n starts to think that Damian isn't too bad. Out of everyone in the family, Damian is probably the one she'd be the most lenient towards. She's lenient towards the whole family, but Damian is still relatively young. He was able to move on from his horrible childhood, even though that resulted in him lashing out, y/n can forgive that to an extent. Deep down she sees him as her little brother even after their rough patch.
The fact that he isn't breaking into her apartment and trying to connect with her, makes her think that it's safe to be around him. That she isn't going to be verbally reminded that she's one of the most worthless human beings to be alive.
She starts straying a little longer at the manor to mentor Damian a few times. He starts to worry when she easily has the wind knocked out of her and has a cough that doesn't go away. She tells him that it's nothing to worry about. Might lie to him if doesn't give up on the topic by saying she's developed asthma. The lie isn't implausible since anyone can develops asthma at any age and it is hereditary.
It calms Damian down a little. Now he constantly carries an inhaler just in case y/n needs it. She feels so bad lying to him, but she thinks it's for the best that everyone should stay in the dark about her medical condition.
Seeing y/n willingly hang out with Damian gets under Tim's skin. He's given her space unlike Damian, except for that one time but it was only one time. The little gremlin has been harassing her since that one "outburst". He'd want to pull out the 'I knew her longer' card, but he knows how petty it would be. Who she hangs out with isn't his problem and he should mind his own business.
He does mind his own business, but he may occasionally check the cameras to see what y/n and Damian are up to. That's all he swears. Oh, my god, they're going to orchestral concerts and museums together now!? This is so unfair Tim thinks to himself.
They use to be so close.
Honestly, Bruce is thankful for Damian. He's keeping y/n around the manor longer so she can be completely safe from the madness of Gotham. It's also good to know that she's willingly interacting with one of her brothers. It almost warms his heart to see her not be so anxious while in the manor. Just almost because she shouldn't have to feel anxious in the first place. This was the place she once called home, it should make her feel safe not anxious.
Remember the team of toxicologists?
If you don't that's fine. They were killed by the bomb placed in the laboratory, so it's not like they'd be brought up again.
Everyone thinks it's Jerome. The loss of innocent life and y/n suddenly going missing seems like a Jerome thing to do. When they hunt down Jerome, he just kinda shrugs his shoulders while doing a poor job at hiding his smile. Damian wants to scratch his face off or rip his face off depending on the state of it. Dick has to hold back the little monster while Bruce interrogates the ginger.
It goes nowhere until Jerome gets bored of interrogation and tells them, "I'm tired of him thinking that he's better than me. We're quite the same, but I'm the better one. I just had to give him a fresh air of courage to be his true self." Everyone understands what he's say and also groaning that they have to deal with another fucking Valeska.
BONUS
Jerome, Jeremiah, Joker, and Harley being a sort of dysfunctional family is a fun idea. (Inspired by this) Joker and Harley enable the twins' unhealthy love for y/n Wayne.
Harley is more "innocent" in her enabling because she sees nothing wrong with it. The staking, the murder, it's nothing when it's the name of love. (When she leaves Joker for Ivy, she might feel guilty for egging them on. That she played a part in instating y/n into a toxic relationship. Out of anyone, she'd be the one to understand what's it like to be in one. This might motivate her to help keep y/n safe in the future.) Out of the two Harley is rooting for Jerome. He just seems like the lesser evil for y/n.
Joker finds the whole thing funny and pathetic at the same time. The twins are destroying half of the city for a girl, it almost makes him want to roll his eyes. Almost because of the lengths they'll go to. How they're always butting heads and seeing how distraught the girl gets is fun. He can't help but laugh at it. He'll be putting his money on Jeremiah because he sees potential. He's not reckless like Jerome or impatient, Jeremiah is in it for the long haul.
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the seven + nico incorrect quotes lol
Piper: She's the girl of my dreams! Annabeth: You say every girl is the girl of your dreams. Piper: I have a lot of dreams.
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Leo: *watching their house burn down* Leo: Leo: *starts filming* Waddup, guys, welcome to my vlog, today's topic: how to get away with accidentally committing arson because you forgot Spaghetti O's cans are metal and thus non-microwavable! Step one: deny everything.
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Jason, looking at a selfie of Leoâs: I hate this photo. Leo: Iâm cute as fuck in that photo! Iâm smiling kindly. Jason: Youâre not smiling kindly; you look like youâre up to something. Leo: Up to kindness.
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Hazel:Â Nico, how do you feel about lifting heavy things? Nico:Â My doctor just said I should avoidâ Hazel:Â Being a wuss? I agree.
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*During a game of Hangman* Piper:Â Nope, thereâs no Q. You lose. Leo:Â Are you kidding me?! You can still add something! Piper:Â I already added a belt, four earrings and an extra arm! YOU LOSE!
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Jason:Â Are you guys bringing anything to the party? Nico:Â Yeah, an empty stomach. Annabeth:Â My sparkling personality. Percy:Â A flagrant disregard for common decency. Hazel:Â ... Hazel:Â Chips.
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Piper, looking at a map:Â Itâs a barren, featureless wasteland out there, isn't it? Jason:Â Other side, Piper...
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Percy:Â You know, Leo, when you generalize, you tell general... lies. Leo:Â ... Leo:Â Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns.
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Annabeth:Â What time is it? Piper:Â I donât know, pass me that saxaphone and weâll find out Piper:Â *BLASTS the saxaphone* Nico:Â WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING Piper:Â Itâs 2 in the morning.
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Leo:Â Youâre overthinking this. Hazel:Â You donât know the appropriate level of thinking, Leo. What if Iâm underthinking?
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Frank:Â I am an expert at identifying birds. Percy:Â Okay, what about those ones flying over there? Frank:Â Yeah, they're all birds.
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Percy:Â *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere* Jason:Â Where did you get that? Percy:Â My pocket. Jason:Â How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket? Percy:Â Skills.
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Frank:Â If I fall down these stairs, I'm just going to lay down and accept my fate.
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Frank: Iâm taking a look at your numbers, and it doesnât look good. You have a lot of measurements. Quite a few variables. Jason: Is that⊠bad? Frank: Variables are the #1 risk factor for outcomes. The past is a big contributor to the future. Jason: Isnât that just causality? Frank: Causality is the leading cause of death in this country. Jason: So what are my odds? Frank: Do you have a family history? Jason: Of what? Frank: Just, in general. Jason: âŠYes? Frank: Oh no.
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*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups* Leo, Frank, and Jason:Â *spinning a little and talking* Nico, Annabeth, and Hazel:Â *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*
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Percy:Â My dad drowned at sea when I was little so whenever someone jokes about fucking my mom Iâll pretend to be really sincere and say some shit like âGlad to see sheâs moving on, my dadâs death hit her pretty hard.â Then watch them absolutely fumble trying to figure out a response to that statement. Percy:Â Update, she got a new partner I can no longer make the joke.
(pre discovering yk his half God-ness)
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Annabeth:Â Iâm gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.
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Nico:Â This is a safety pin. *cuts off end* Nico:Â It is now a danger pin.
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Jason:Â Sometimes I talk to myself for no reason. Jason:Â Me too!
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Piper, explaining why they are not allowed to cook:Â I put the noodles in the pot and put the pot on the stove and turned the burner on high. Turns out you don't put noodles in marijuana and I almost burnt the whole house down.
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Hazel:Â *gets set on fire and screams in agony* Hazel:Â Nah, Iâm just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.
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#svnnyd4ys#shut up sunny!!#long post#incorrect quotes#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#percy jackson#pjo#jason grace#annabeth chase#hazel levesque#piper mclean#frank zhang#nico di angelo#leo valdez#rick riordan#rrverse#hoo
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Something More and Second Chances
Chapter 2
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader // Second chance
Description: You're stunned when your former friends with benefits shows up at your new jobâand nearly a decade after you ghosted him. It turns out, he works in the same building, and he definitely hasn't forgotten about you. Will your apologies be enough? What happens if he does forgive you? Does time truly heal all wounds? (Content/Warnings below the cut)
Content/Warnings: [18+ MDNI], smut, friends with benefits, oral sex (F receiving), PIV sex, condomless sex, IUD birth control, mention of abortion (in the context of being on the same page prior to sex), riding, soft dom M, praise kink F.
This fic is quite emotionally heavy, and both Spencer and Reader delve deep into past traumas. None is current. If any of these topics may be triggering or upsetting to you, please skip this one: child abuse, child abandonment, attachment issues, foster care, adoption, CPS, bullying, trust issues, mental health issues, misunderstandings, ghosting, and Reader mentions that she possibly committed emotional infidelity in the past, thinking about Spencer while with another partner.
Names used: Baby, good girl
Words (this chapter): 4,638
Words (total): 12,462
Spencer⊠a fed? Law enforcement is the last career you wouldâve expected Spencer Reid to end up in. Researcher? Yes. Professor? Yes. He mentioned nothing about the FBI. He never seemed to have an interest in policing. Without the gun at his hip, you would have mistaken him for IT coming to fix that one printer thatâs been broken all week. Is he even allowed to shoot that thing? Well, he wouldnât be in this building with that badge otherwise.
Walking into the quaint coffee shop in the late eveningâone of the few non-chain shops in your neighborhood that stays open lateâyouâre glad that you picked the location. Itâs familiar. Itâs safe.Â
You greet the lone barista as you walk to the table Spencer has secured in the far corner. Steven always works the night shift.
âHey,â you whisper as you walk up to the table. Any louder would be inappropriate given how silent the cafe is. The only other customers are a group of college kids on their laptops up front.
âI got you a black tea. I hope thatâs alright,â he says, gesturing to it. âYou used to drink black tea like it was water, so I figured it was a safe bet.âÂ
âA safe bet, indeed.âÂ
As you take your seat across from him, you mindlessly dip the tip of your pinky into your tea to check the temperature, finding it to be near perfect. The small bead of tea spreads between your lips as you place the finger against them, sucking it away. Spencer looks at you, biting his cheek to suppress a smirk.
You roll your eyes at him with playful exasperation. âSorry, I know you always hated when I did that! I know you have your whole germ thing.âHe laughs, throwing his hands up to proclaim his innocence. âItâs just funny, all the little habits that havenât changed over the years. You used to do that with every tea Iâd buy you.â
âWell, how else am I supposed to check the temperature!?â
Laughing, he says, âBy feeling how much heat is radiating off it, like a normal person? And, Iâll have you know, my âwhole germ thingâ has gotten a lot better since college!â
With only a few sentences between you, youâve already fallen into comfortable back-and-forth, again.Â
âBut a recent study did find that there are an average of over a hundred and fifty bacterial species on the palm of the hand. The underside of the fingernail would presumably harbor even more bacteria.â
âOn the plus side, I donât get sick very often.â
He laughs his adorable, infectious giggle, and for a moment, all is right in the world. For a moment, all you can think about is being under the covers with a 21-year-old Spencer, cuddling and laughing about whatever movie youâre not paying any mind to. He was always more interesting. His mind and body; both, a frequent fascination of yours.
Spencer clears his throat. âSo, do you live around here? Is that why you picked this place?â
âYeah. I moved here after I finished my English Lit degree. I got my MLIS at Strayer. Having my rent grandfathered in is the only reason I can afford to live in Arlington.â You take a sip of your tea, realizing that youâve already been neglecting it. The temperature is utterly perfect now. A blink lasts a beat too long as you savor the taste and the warmth of it.Â
âDo you live in Quantico?â you ask. âI hope the drive wasnât too bad. I probably should have asked instead of just picking a place. I wasnât even thinking.â
âI live in the East End of D.C., actually,â he winces. âThe long commute isnât ideal, but it was only a 14 minute drive here, at least.â
âOh, good. Thatâs not too bad.â
You should say more. You should start apologizing. Just say anything of any substance. But staring down at your tea, you just want to take a long sip to avoid having to say anything for even a few seconds longer.
Spencer shifts in his seat. Your lips feel so dry. Would it make it even more awkward if you ruffled around in your purse for your lip chap?Â
You throw your head back, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath to gather the strength to have this conversation, as if you havenât had it a million times already in your head over the years.Â
âSorry,â you breathe âI know what I need to say, but Iâm just procrastinating.â
âDo you want me toâŠ?â
Spencerâs always been rather direct. You arenât even sure what he could be alluding to, but you donât give it more than a secondâs thought before you start.
âWhere to begin?â you ask yourself aloud, trying to maintain your poise. âLetâs start with my mom, I guess. Remember when you met my mom, because she came into town for the weekend as a surprise?â
He nods. âShe showed up that one evening while we were eating dinner.â
By that point, a few months after meeting him, the lines of your relationship with Spencer were already pretty blurred, and he was staying the night more regularly. It was just more convenient that way, youâd told yourself. You didnât want to kick him out in the middle of the night after fucking him, and it wasnât like you absolutely hated having him around, or anything.
âSo, you met one of my moms. I have two.â You rapid-fire, wanting to get as much as possible out at once. âTheyâre married. Neither of them is a biological parent, though. I donât remember either of my biological parents. I was adopted when I was 7, but I was in foster care for 3 years before that. Apparently, CPS workers didnât find me in the best environment when they came to pick me up.â
The building you survived in for the first years of your life wasnât a home; Calling it a house wouldâve been a stretch too. The situation was downright neglectful. It was abusive. You were only a child, dirtied by the filth of your environment. Marks in shades of red and yellow and purple dotted your body.Â
Every sentence is difficult to get out, but youâve worked to unbury the details of your early life for years. It's not like you'll ever completely heal from that, but youâre more at peace with your origin story than youâve ever been. Still, every time youâve shared the stories of your childhood, youâve had to fight the icky feelings that arise.
You swallow hard, looking down at your hands as you mindlessly pick at the skin around your nails. âOkay, it was really bad. My biological parents were really, really abusive, and my foster mom said it amazed her that I survived it.â
In your peripheral vision, you can see that heâs resting his chin against clasped hands, subtly nodding as he processes the bomb you just dropped. Youâll look anywhere except directly at him. Youâve gotten a lot better at opening up, but you feel like crawling out of your own skin when someone gives you a pitying look.Â
âDo you know what my job is at the FBI?â Spencer asks.
âNo, but I know you carry a gun, so that limits the possibilities.â
âIâm a profiler in the Behavioral Analysis Unit.âÂ
Now itâs your turn to nod and listen.
âIâve combed through every memory that I have from those eight months more times than I probably should have. Y/N, I know that I donât need to tell you what childhood attachment trauma is.âÂ
Spencer leans back slightly in his chair, his mug clutched between his hands. Though nobody is in the vicinity, he speaks in a hushed voice as he continues.Â
âWe had a case in recent years where a young girl was murdering the parents of her school bullies.â He tips his head to the side, his raised eyebrows emphasizing his words. âAnd she had a number of bullies.â
Spencerâs soft, warm tone contrasts his story.
âThe local PD probably should have made the connections sooner, but it was a small town. Everyone went to the same elementary, middle, and high schools, so all the victims having kids at the same school wasnât a factor they even considered until we brought it up. It was one of the first things I noticed when I read the case file.â
âSpencer, are you judging their detective work?â
Your face quickly falls flat. Why the hell would you crack a joke when heâs detailing such a horrific case? Shit.
âItâs hard not to when the patterns they miss are so clear and lives are lost due to their incompetence.ïżœïżœ
You canât even begin to imagine what Spencer sees and deals with at work. You noticeâwhether because of that realization or to the cafeâs dim lighting, you arenât sureâthat Spencerâs skin is rougher than it used to be. Small, barely noticeable scars mark his body. His boyish glow has faded, replaced by an air of perpetual exhaustion.Â
âAnyway,â he says, âas we profiled and uncovered more about this girlâs life, I kept being reminded of little things you did or said that I never paid any mind to.â He brings the mug to his lips, drawing back a sip. He licks the moisture from his lips. âHer parents were fully cooperative. When we brought them in, they described how horrifically abusive her childhood was before her adoption. Her birth parents were in jail for the neglect.â
You push down the memory of the time your biological mother tried to call you from federal prison. How she got that call approved, youâll never know, but you can only imagine that she paid someone off or slept with them.Â
âHer mom said sheâd always had trust issues,â Spencer continues. âShe used to hide anything that was meaningful to her, even from her own parents. She would wake up in the middle of the night in a panic at least a few times a week. When sheâd make a friend at school, sheâd sabotage the relationship. As soon as sheâd start succeeding academically, her grades would worsen.âÂ
He could keep listing things, but when his eyes meet yours, the deer-in-headlights look you must have going on makes your recognition clear to him.
âSo during that case, you realized that away from you because of my attachment trauma?â
âWell, I didnât know for sure, obviously, but it became the top contender of my theories.â
A pang of guilt rings through your chest that Spencer has wasted any thought for you since you left, let alone to the extent of multiple theories as to your disappearance. Itâs hypocritical to feel guilty, though, when youâve regularly wondered how he is, stopping short of looking him up or reaching out. You knew heâd be accomplishing exceptional things, but digging into his life would have just made the guilt even worse. It took years before you didnât feel nauseous anytime he entered your thoughts.Â
âWell, now you know, I guess.â
The sense of feeling wholly too well-read is bringing your inner younger, vulnerable self out, causing a prickling heat to bite behind your eyes. You take a moment to practice your calming strategies, mentally repeating your affirmations of safety, and taking deep belly breaths to calm yourself. The pressure in your chest subsides. The warmth drains from your face.
Again, Spencer waits, altogether unphased. You arenât sure how many seconds pass, but you know from experience that your tone and body language would have clearly read as guarded and closed-off to the layperson, let alone a profiler.
âSorry about that.â
Sternly, but absent of anger, he says, âThereâs nothing to apologize for, and you know that.â
You do.
âI almost forgot that you were never one for forced pleasantries,â you joke.
He simply lifts the corner of his mouth in a half-smile, re-searing the memory of tracing that one dimple into your brain.
âCan you tell me what you felt when you began to shut down?â he asks. âOnly if you feel comfortable, of course.â
Without missing a beat, you say, âI felt like I needed to crawl into a shell; like my chest was hardening into a plate of steel to protect myself.âÂ
You didnât need to reflect on what you felt, because youâve felt it so many times and used those exact descriptors with numerous doctors and therapists.
âBut Iâm sure you already know that,â you say.
Spencer sets his mug down on the table again, not letting go of it as he adjusts to sit forward, forearms against the table.
âThank you for sharing all of that with me,â he says softly.Â
âI mean, I kind of owe it to you after what I did.â
He looks up at you from the table, a twinge of concern painting his face. âFirst, you never owe anyone that information. Secondly, you do know that how things ended between us isnât entirely on you, right?â
When you just sit there, growing more confused as to what he could be referring to, he continues.Â
âYou had a lot going on in your head at that timeâthat, I was well aware ofâand instead of just asking you about it, I clung onto you like a leech. Are you forgetting how many times in a day Iâd call you? How many emails I sent you? How often I bugged you to come over?â
Honestly, you had forgotten, until now; until he spelled out those exact memories again. For so long, you didnât want to think about that time in your life at all. Every memory of Spencer was thrown into a box and locked away in some corner of your head.Â
âY/N, neither of us knew how to effectively communicate our feelings. We were friends first, and then we started hooking up. When you proposed a,â he air quotes with his fingers ââfriends with benefits arrangementâ, I agreed, knowing that I was going to fall for you. I knew I wouldnât be able to shut my feelings off, so I chose to shove them down instead because I didnât want to lose you being a part of my life.â
âAnd then I leftâŠâ you nod.
He lowers his head. âI just assumed that I had pushed you away.â
âSpencer, Iâm so sorry that I made you feel that.â
âIâve come to realize over the years that there are many reasons, most of them having nothing to do with you, that I jumped to that conclusion. Iâve always been made to feel like an annoyance or an inconvenience. Teachers, peers, coworkers. You were the first person in my life, besides my mom, who asked me to talk more. To share more. You listened to me, Y/N.â His eyes soften and the corner of his mouth upturns into a forlorn smile. âIâm sure that my dad leaving so early in my life didnât help my clinginess and sensitivity to rejection, either.âÂ
He blows out a long sigh, as if deflating his lungs will soothe the emotional wound he just jabbed.
Heâs so much more confident and mature now. Itâs oddly comforting to know that heâs still fighting his own insecurities and self-doubt.Â
âSpencer, I was never annoyed by you. Not once. In my mind, everything that went wrong between us was because I realized that I was in love with you, too. I self-sabotaged because I didnât know how to have a secure relationship with anyone, not even my own moms.Â
âWhen I was a teenager, I was downright verbally abusive towards them. I was a horrible child, angry at everything and everyone. My parents never wavered, though. They truly loved me unconditionally and always told me so. And I still treated them like shit because I was terrified that if I let myself feel entirely safe with them, theyâd leave me. If my own flesh and blood couldnât love me, how could they?â
This is the most youâve opened up to anyone, let alone all at once.Â
âI truly apologized to them for the first time at 24 years old, and that was only after I got myself into therapy. The therapy I had as a kid didnât do much. I was too volatile; downright hostile sometimes. Iâm amazed my parents never institutionalized me,â you quip.Â
Spencer doesnât laugh or smile or at all react to your half-assed self-deprecation.Â
He removes his hands from his mug and slides them ever-so-slightly forward on the small table. Subtle enough that an onlooker wouldnât notice, but you do.Â
You want to touch him again. That much, you know for sure. With your tea gone, your hands feel frigid, and, though itâs probably in your head, you can feel the warmth radiating from him.
Before you can think yourself into a spiral, you push the fear of rejection down and embrace the trust in him that youâve found tonight. Sliding forward a few inches, Spencerâs waiting hands take yours.Â
Your eyes flutter a momentâfrom the soothing heat of his hands wrapped around yours or the shock of the contact, you arenât sure.
He doesnât comment on the temperature of your hands. He just softly rubs them, the gesture causing your brain to go blank. It feels so right.
âWhatâs going through your head?â he asks.
Your hands tense with a jerk at his question, and he loosens his grasp, allowing you to pull them back if you need to.
Looking into his eyes, you still donât sense any judgement or hesitation. No apprehension or alarm at your jumpiness.Â
As you relax again, Spencer resumes the soothing rubs.
âDid you know that this is the most Iâve opened up to anyone in a long time?â Your chin dips with a wistful smile, and Spencer lightly squeezes your hands in response.
You continue with another question that doesnât require a response. âDid you also know that you were my only friend in college?âÂ
Spencer smiles softly and laughs. âDitto.â
âI actually have a really good group of friends now, and itâs something Iâm really proud of. It took a lot of self-reflection and a lot of inner work to allow myself to be honest with them. I got really lucky, and I found some incredible people who supported me, knowing how difficult it is for me to share. They embraced me with open arms whenever I opened up, a little at a time.â
Your voice, a mixture of hope and sadness, thickens as you speak. âIâve thought a lot about what my life could have looked like if I had been able to trust you; if I could have let you in and not shut you out.â
Spencer responds, âI studied psychology, and it wasnât until working with the BAU that I actually started to really understand peopleâs behavior. Even still, being personally involved in a situation blinds us to the things that are easily observed in hindsight. You couldnât have fully trusted me back then, regardless of how much you wanted to, and we both know that.â
âI just want you to know that I do take responsibility for the way I left you. I donât want this to come across as some sob-story excuse,â you frown.
Spencer huffs out a soft laugh.
âIsnât it kind of ironic that we both thought that we were the reason things ended between us? Y/N, if it helps to hear it, then I forgive you for anything you did back then. But I donât think you need forgiving. At least, not from me. We were both 21. Of course, weâd do things differently if we could go back. We often tell victims suffering from survivorâs guilt that they did the best that they could with the resources they had at the time.â
That sentiment resonates with you a lot. Itâs also applicable to basically every guilt-laden memory from your youth. You were dealing with a lot. You were surviving, but you never hurt anyone on purpose.Â
âThank you, Spencer.â
âThank you, Y/N.â
You fight the urge to ask what for, choosing to accept his gratitude instead.
The kids have gone home for the night; when, you donât know. You donât glance at your watch, but it must be about ten. Usually, youâd be crawling into bed around this time. With the lights dimmed, youâd be flipping through a book, occasionally getting so absorbed in it that you forget about the tea to your side.Â
Youâre familiar with how quiet it gets in here at this time of night, especially on a weeknight. In college, you were downing so much late-night coffee in here, especially around exam season, that they started to regularly slide you an extra one, on the house. But this silence is heavy.Â
The weight of the guilt youâve carried for so many years is gone, and everything that you came here to say has been said. This silence should be calming, but itâs crushing.Â
Speaking now is like taking a sledgehammer to a sheet of plate glass, but the longer you wait, the worse itâll get. âAre youââ you blurt out.
At the same time, Spencer says something that you donât make out, before he cuts himself off with a fumble.
You apologize, wishing you had never even started, but Spencer insists.
âNo, please. You go first.â
You pull your hands from his, crossing your arms in front of your body.
Again, unable to meet his eyes, you ask, âI just figured Iâd shift to a lighter topic and ask if you were seeing anyone these days? Thatâs all it was.âÂ
When he doesnât immediately respond, you add, âSorry, that was probably way too forwardââ
âY/N, Iâve been single for a long time,â he laughs. âOne-night stands arenât a particularly desirable concept. I went on some dates, but none of them developed into anything.â
âReally?â
âYou act surprised.â
âI am.â
âWhat about you?â Spencer asks. âAre you seeing anyone?â
His voice is slightly huskier and free of any gaiety. You havenât heard his voice like this since⊠probably since that morning you left. It stirs you at your core. The conversation is innocuous enough, but your body says otherwise.
"Iâve, uh, been single for about three years now? I just havenât had the energy to put into going out and meeting people. Iâm not 21 anymore. Bars and clubs arenât really my scene. I did one speed-dating event, but it was a disaster.â
âHow so?â
âI was the youngest one there, and all the guys were over 40. As youâd expect, none of them had any tact about it, even if I had been considering a fifteen year, plus age-gap relationship. Which, to be clear, I wasnât.â
Spencer tries to suppress a laugh, and you follow suit.Â
âMaybe I just picked the wrong event,â you add, âbut it definitely turned me off of ever doing a speed-dating event again. I wore a low-cut top and a push-up bra that day, and the percentage of men who commented on my ânice rackâ was above half.â
Itâs nice to be joking and laughing with him again. Even though youâre wearing the same modest long-sleeve turtleneck you wore to work and Spencerâs firmly keeping his eyes above shoulder-height, you can sense the attention youâve drawn to your chest. But you want him to look. You want him to touch you again.Â
Memories of sleeping with Spencer have faded with time, but having him in front of you, in the flesh, again has brought some clarity back.
Memories of his soft, hot mouth sucking at one nipple while his fingers pinched and rolled the other one. His hands are rougher now, but you can remember that hand trailing down your bare stomach, the featherlight touch of his fingers causing you to ache with anticipation. Those eyes. Seeing that hazel brings back memories of Spencerâs face, begging you to let him cum. It was your favorite way to see him; feeling so good that he was pleading for a release.Â
âY/N? Everything okay?â
Well, thatâs fucking embarrassing.
âSorry, yeah. I was just a bit distracted.â
A smirk crawls up his face. âOh, am I boring you!?â
âNo, of course not!â you quickly spit out. âIâm sorry. That was so rude to just check out like that.â
The glimmer of laughter in his eyes and the grin lighting up his face only add fuel to the fire of your desire.Â
Shit. You actually want to fuck him again, donât you?
 âNo, Iâm sorry,â he says. âI shouldnât have teased you about it. What was on your mind?â
Are you really going to do this? This is probably your best shot, right?Â
With a slightly lowered voice, eyes locked on his, you say, âYou, Spencer.â
He seems⊠surprised? A bit startled, maybe?Â
You grasp on to the fleeting bravado, trying to avoid letting any embarrassment cross your face. The ball is in his court now. A blush blooms beneath your skin, heating your cheeks and chest. The hand in your lap is shaking, so you clasp your hands together under the table, squeezing as tight as you can.
Youâve come onto guys for hookups before, but this isnât just flirting with a random guy at some bar to try to take him home. This is saying, âIIâve shown you all the ugly parts of me and of my life. Do you still want me? Because I want you.â
When the initial shock wears off, Spencer blows out a puff of air and runs a hand through his hair.
His eyes arenât returning to yours yet, though, and he hasnât said a word. Have you been reading him wrong? Maybe he was just being friendly? Is he unattracted to you now? Maybe itâs deeper than any of that. You already broke his heart once, and then, while apologizing, you explained just how messy your life is. Not exactly boner material.
Trying to keep your tone steady and failing, you add, âItâs totally cool if you donât feel the same way, just so you know. My feelings wonât be hurt.â Lie. âI literally just dumped all of my trauma on you, so this was probably poor timing on my part. I just thought you should know that Iâm still very much attracted to you.â
This turtleneck feels like itâs choking you. You bring your hand up to the collar and scratch underneath the fabric, trying to free yourself of at least one excruciatingly uncomfortable sensation.
You shake your head. Unable to bear it any longer, you say, âIâm sorry. We can just talk aboutââ
âY/NâŠâ
Your heart stops and every muscle in your body freezes in place. You catch his knuckles white, then flushed pink as he releases a clenched fist on the tabletop. He straightens again and leans closer to you, over the table.Â
His face is closer to yours than it has been all day. His gaze finally lifts from the table; first to your lips, then to your eyes, before falling back to your lips.
His lip quivers as he opens his mouth. Speaking barely above a whisper, pain tinges his voice. âI need to touch you.â
Besides being more turned on than you thought possible while sitting in a cafe, the sheer relief of not being rejected further emboldens you, fueling your next question.Â
âDo you want to come home with me?â
Not taking his eyes off of your lips, he asks, âJust to clarify, you meanââ
Leaning in, you cut him off and whisper, âYes, Spencer, for sex.â
He swallows hard and nods dumbly, eyes still firmly planted on your mouth.Â
âYeah, Iâd like that a lot.â
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Hi saint!!! I hope you're doing well. You've been very active these days, and I hope you're still taking time for yourself!!đ«¶
First thing first...BLACK CANVAS!!đđđ
GIRL, YOU BROKE MY HEART. It was actually a very realistic, heartwarming but still heartbreaking ending, but I'm glad sukuna had the chance to prove himself and to feel good with the person he is. It makes me so incredibly happy. It's still a little bitter how he was able to move on and get engaged after just two years, but it's for the best of both him and mc. As regards mc, I can't understand if she's in a relationship with satoru? She seemed to be attracted to sukuna and to have some feelings still, but I don't know đđđ
As for sy, the sneak peak you posted yesterday kinda broke my heart. I feel like both mc and satoru are struggling, and mc, being traumatised and skeptical towards gojo, can't let him explain the situation. I kinda wish she would hear him outđ„Č
And I wonder what akemi situation actually isđđđ and I also wonder if mc will misunderstand something since, in the sneak peak, she interrupted gojo right when he was about to tell her (supposedly)
I've ranted enough!! Thank you so much for interacting with us Saint!! Sending you loveđ«¶đ«¶đ
i am doing great, thank you đ„č iâm working from home for the next 2 weeks so iâve been having so much free time lately.
also for blank canvas bahaha i was satisfied w the ending :â) but what i wanted to show in sukunaâs engagement is this topic you guys mightâve read somehwere, where the man would usually ask the next woman in his life for marriage when he feels âmost readyâ. so he could be with someone for 10 years and not get married, and then jump onto the next relationship for 2 months and immediately feel like heâs ready to be tied down. thatâs kinda how it went for him. but still, he acknowledges that yn was the right person wrong time.
and yes, yn is in a relationship with bc!satoru. but since there was no proper closure between her and sukuna, she was unable to control her feelings around him. by the end of bc, she definitely let go of their past now, and sheâs fully ready to commit to satoru.
(gaaaah let me just add bc!sukuna was so fun for me to write abt bc my irl bf is also a biker and iâm his proud backpack lollll heâs also looking to get an r1 soon đ€§ i might just fulfill my bc fantasy there)
now for sy! the reason miscommunication happens between gojo and yn a lot is bcos theyâre so scared of being hurt and ânot chosenâ to the point where theyâd just not hear the other person out. i think this specifically points to yn bcos she just has that perception that everything gojo does will always end up hurting her, so sheâs just not trying to hear it anymore regardless of what he has to say đ
anyway, this is probably my longest answer here so iâll cut it here now. again, thank you sm for reading and supporting my fics <33
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One of Your Guys
One of Your Guys - Part 2/3
Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Choso x f!reader
Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Content Warning: Fluff, smut (oral, f.receiving), language, hurt/comfort, angst (kinda?), friends to lovers
Chapter Summary: Sorting out your feelings always feels like a nightmare, but it becomes a lot more bearable when your flatmate plays cupid to help you with it.
Authorâs Note: This is a long ass chapter lol, couldâve split it in two but I wanted to commit to the 3-part story thing. Enjoy!
(P.S. Will probably post Part 3 this Saturday... I had a lot of fun writing it, to say the least)
Song Dedication: Those Eyes by New West / Carry Me Home by Jorja Smith & Maverick Sabre
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
âFuck⊠yes, right there,â you moan as you look down between your thighs. Chosoâs eyes look up at you as he eats you out with a steady pace â sucking and licking at your pussy just as you like it.
Your legs shake as you chant his name on repeat. Your hands roam down to tug at his jet black hair, your back arching off the bed. The wet sound of his mouth against your core has the adrenaline rushing to your head, keeping you from thinking straight.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, almost there. Just a little bit more.
âSatoru⊠Iâm clos-'' your words get caught in your throat as you look down with a blurry vision. The man between your legs stills his movement and sits up to move away from you.
âSatoru?â Choso lets out a chuckle in disbelief, âIs that who you belong to?âÂ
You open your mouth to talk but it feels like youâve lost your voice and no matter how hard you try to speak, you simply canât. Panic sets in and as if on cue, an incessant buzzing sound rings in your ears from your bedside table. As soon as you turn to the side to shut it off, your hand accidentally hits the edge of the table.Â
Ouch.
Thatâs how you wake up the next day, in cold sweat and even more delirious than the night before. What the fuck was that? Itâs as if your own mind is out to get you.
So much for wanting emotional clarity in the morning.
You grab the bottle from the side table, taking big gulps of water, almost emptying the entire thing before returning it back to its place. You tap on your phone to check the time â 02:54 PM â youâd slept in all through the morning.
Leaving your bed lazily, you walk towards the window to open the curtains slowly and let the light in. Youâre glad the sun isnât too harsh even though itâs late into the afternoon. You stretch a bit to release the stiffness in your body and your stomach growls. Youâd barely eaten since last night, so naturally, you find yourself craving enough food to feed 10 people.
Feelings can wait, you decide, food canât.
Just as you begin your walk to the kitchen, your doorbell rings and you reroute your steps to get the door instead. Just as you reach the door, the bell rings again.
âPatience, jezz!â you groan as you open the door. Before youâve even opened it halfway, your flatmate barges in with her travel bags, dropping them to the floor as she gives you a bear hug.
âMiss me? Itâs okay mamaâs hereee.â Mia says in a sing-song tone as she squeezes and shakes you in her arms. You want to tease her and say no but this feels so comforting that you simply laugh as you nod your head and hug her back.
When she pulls away from you and observes you as you close the door, she states, âWow, you look like shit, what happened?â
âI missed you real bad.â you say dryly. She gives you a stare down and in an effort to change the topic, you add, âWerenât you returning in the evening?â
She places her bags near the foot of the sofa and drops to the sofa with her whole body weight. She moves to make some space when you sit next to her.
âEvening⊠afternoon⊠same thing⊠besides I had t-,â she pauses midway as she stares at you with wide eyes and your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Your eyes widen back at her when you see sheâs not exactly staring at your face.
âHold on, what the fuck is that???â she half yells, pointing at your hickey in sync with you slapping both your hands to your neck in a poor attempt to cover the entire area.Â
Right, the hickeys. You werenât actively aware that other people could see them, partly because, well⊠even you hadnât registered everything from the previous night into your brain in a sane, rational, comprehensible manner.Â
âDonât tell me⊠Satoru?â she gasps as she leans forward to pull your hand away to inspect the mark near your collarbone. âTo be honest, I didnât think you had it in you to confess-â
âNo⊠itâs not SatoruâŠâ you say as you avoid her gaze and almost mumble the next part, â...Choso did that.â
âWHAT THE FUCK?â her eyes widen again as she squeals. Disbelief and amusement written all over her face. âDetails! I want DETAILS!â
You take a deep breath and sigh as you tell her to freshen up before you get into it all. She protests but gets up quickly when she realises youâd delay giving her the gossip even further if she persisted.Â
When Mia almost runs back to her room with her bags, you stare at her as you let out a chuckle in disbelief. Well, at least someoneâs entertained.
You go to the kitchen and grab two packs of instant noodles. As you set the water on the stove for boiling, you go back to your room to take a shower to shake off the lethargic feeling that had taken over your body.
You wrap up your routine quicker than usual, knowing Mia would grow impatient if she had to wait longer than necessary whenever it came to âjuicy dramaâ.Â
When you get out of the bathroom in your room, you look at your reflection in the mirror as your fingers roam over the marks Choso had left on your skin. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks when you recall the sensation of his lips on you and then you remember the dream from less than an hour ago. You let out a sigh â youâre screwed, and itâs not the good kind.
You touch the bruise just below your left ear and move a few strands of hair over it. Your hair might do a good job at covering it, you just have to be careful not to flip it⊠or tie it up⊠or move too fast and basically freeze in place and youâll be good.
The other hickey is much more prominent. It sits just slightly above your right clavicle. When you brush your fingers over it, it feels sensitive. This is going to be a task to cover up. You sigh again â something youâve been doing a lot since yesterday.Â
For now, you decide a round neck t-shirt would be good enough as you rummage through your closet. You get dressed quickly and walk to the kitchen. By the time youâre done serving the hot noodles in two bowls, you hear Miaâs footsteps from behind.
âNeed any help?â she asks as she enters the kitchen. âYes, can you please grab our coffee?â you say and you tilt your head in the direction of the two mugs on the counter. She takes the mugs and walks out, you follow behind with the noodle bowls.
The minute you set everything on the coffee table in front of the sofa, your roomie turns you around. You realise trying to cover up the hickeys was a futile effort as Mia yanks the neckline down to observe the mark above your collarbone.
You scrunch your face as she squeals with a series of âOhmygodddddd, I canât believe this actually happened. I CALLED IT! I told you! I told you it was gonna happen!!!â
Youâve been hearing one too many âI told you soâs for the last two days and so far none of them have been pleasant.Â
âYou done or should I take a nap while you fangirl?â you joke dryly as she gives you a side-eye and punches your shoulder playfully.
âOkay, tell me everything. Thatâs a deep mark, I just know heâs a freak! What was his dick like? Iâm sure itâs big⊠Itâs always the quiet ones!â She speaks so fast that any normal person would miss half of what sheâd just said.
âI donât know⊠because we never got to that part.â you reply sternly. She frowns at you and stares at you in confusion, waiting for you to continue.
You tell her everything from the top â about seeing the snaps from the party, calling Choso over, him comforting you, the accidental make out and his confession after. She interrupts you several times to ask for details when she catches you skimming over some parts.Â
Nothing can ever get past Mia so you realise you might as well ask for her expert opinion on all of this. Youâd always trusted her opinion when it came to matters of the heart since sheâs always drawing from her own experiences. Mia is the type of person who has superior insight and introspective ability that you only wish to develop some day.
As you both hungrily gobble down the noodles and coffee, you also tell her that ever since Choso pointed it out, youâve suddenly been awfully aware about how Satoru knew you had a crush on him but never cared enough to confront you about it.
â... and so I canât help but feel that the reason I never told him I had a crush on him is because deep down I mightâve been scared of getting rejected. Because, if he knows I like him, it means that he ignored my feelings and kept me on a hook on purposeâŠâ you trail off towards the end of your monologue, still grappling with all your half-cooked emotions.
âHmm,â Mia ponders over your words, taking a brief pause before speaking up, âSatoru does like attention so I wonât be surprised if he gave you just enough signals to keep the crush alive but not enough to give you a clear indication of anything stronger⊠still, I doubt that dummy had any ill intention, maybe he thought your crush was surface level and not some deep infatuation.â
âWell, now Iâm not even sure if I like him.â you almost whisper, embarrassed to admit it out loud.
âYouâve been pining over him for about 6 months.â Mia narrows her eyes at you.
âI know⊠but I canât explain it. Now that I know Satoru never really considered me as a potential partner, itâs sort of making me realise how delusional I've been. I hadnât felt anything all these years of us being friends so why did I suddenly like him just months ago? I hate liking him⊠itâs so frustrating!â you wonder out loud, hoping sheâd have some answers.
Instead, she asks you something that you honestly have no answer to, âHow do you know when you actually like someone?â
âYou find them attractive and like spending time with them?â you answer as you think of Satoru. She urges you to continue, not satisfied with the surface-level shit. You think harder and add, âWhen tiny things remind you of them? Itâs like you can find traces of them in your everyday life, even when sometimes the situation might not be related to them.âÂ
Youâve been picking at your nails but stop the movement as soon as you notice it. Mia stays quiet as you look up at her to continue.
âOh! And you want to know their likes and dislikes, but not just the basics. You want to know their thoughts on something you like as well and you want to share more of you with them and get to know them more than anyone ever has.â you smile as you finish your analysis. But your smile quickly fades when you realise that Satoru wasnât the one on your mind when you spoke the last few sentences.
âLook at you gooo,â Mia whistles, causing you to roll your eyes at her. As if itâs an intuitive thing for her, she asks, âWho was on your mind just now?â
Not Satoru.
âNo one.â you know itâs not the answer she wants to hear. Sheâs too optimistic to believe youâd be more open about your feelings, no matter how confusing they might be.Â
âYou know what they say, you can lie to everyone else but yourself⊠all I can tell you is that if you didnât think of Satoru then our poor blondie was just a placeholder.â she begins but you raise an eyebrow at her.
âPlaceholder?â you interrupt to ask.
âYes. You know how weâre always taught a romanticised version of love? Itâs like, somewhere along the way, we mistake craving for love itself with craving for a particular person. You want to feel the feeling of being in love but you canât possibly do that if the feeling itself has no face to it. So when I call him a placeholder, itâs in the way you channel your delusions of love through him when you may not even have any romantic feelings for him to begin with!â
You process everything that she says and as much as you dislike the way it is making you feel, deep down you know that her theory might apply to you more than youâd like to admit.Â
She speaks up again after a brief pause, âYou liked the feeling of crushing on someone because it signified that the romantic space in your heart wasn't empty⊠and who else could possibly be a better placeholder than your closest friend, Satoru?â
You stay silent. You feel exposed. As if your emotions had been bared out in the open without your permission. The kind of emotions that are too rough to be brought to the surface. Emotions that only ever seem decent when you present a polished, snipped version of them to the outside world.
Mia is aware of this. She knows this all too well because sheâd been in your position way too many times. She pulls you out of your thoughts as she speaks up again.
âItâs okay. Youâre okay.â she squeezes your hand gently. You give her a smile despite still feeling like youâre tripping over the heavy realisation you just had. âLetâs watch something?â
She turns the TV on and sees Bridgerton under your âContinue Watchingâ tab and lets out a tiny giggle as she wiggles her eyebrows at you. You punch her arm lightly.
âMaybe you can text Choso about continuing the show... âHeyyy, do you want to come over and finish where we left off.ââ she says, trying to mock you with a sexy voice and it makes you laugh.
Mia ends up picking a random 2000s romcom and you both doze off on the sofa by the time the credits roll. When you wake up, itâs already quite late, so you order some food and call it a night when youâre done with dinner.
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The whole week passes by quicker than expected since you were mostly busy with work during the day and busy pondering over what the recent reversal of your crush on Satoru means moving forward.
By the time Saturday arrives, you feel as if you have sorted out your feelings in the best way you possibly could. There was nothing to fix when it came to Satoru since youâd stopped feeling miserable over him. In your mind, heâd already gone back to being your close friend but at the same time, you were awfully aware that the only thing you really missed about crushing on him was the placeholder phenomenon Mia had described so well.
As for Choso, it was a whole different thing. You completely ignored any thoughts about him that arose in your mind for about 3 days after the kiss. Afterall, youâd accused him of thinking with his dick that night, itâd be hypocritical if you felt attracted to him just because you made out.
So after not texting him for a week, here you were, contemplating texting him as you sat in the living room. He hadnât texted you all week either, you debate to yourself.Â
Well, can you blame him?Â
You take a deep breath as you text him, asking him if he had time for hot chocolate. He replies with a simple âyesâ after what feels like forever (15 minutes later).
Not wanting to bother him with the task when he arrives, you prepare two cups of hot chocolate and keep them at their place on the coffee table as you wait for your doorbell to ring eagerly.
You almost sprint to the door when the bell rings five minutes later. You rub your sweaty hands on the fabric of your t-shirt before opening the door with a wide smile. He returns your smile as he walks in and past you to sit on the sofa.
No hugs. Okay.
You notice his hair is pulled up in a sweaty bun with his gym bag placed near his feet.
âYou were at the gym?â you inquire.
âHmm. Texted you when I was wrapping it up.â he replies as he takes one of the cups. You sit next to him and grab the other one.
Youâre almost offended at him going to the gym alone. For about 4 months now, youâd been going together on the weekends since your weekday schedules donât align well enough to make it to the gym at the same time.Â
âWhy didnât you call me?â you ask, your voice sounds dejected although youâd tried masking it well.Â
âFigured youâd want some space.â he replies curtly. You want to yell at him to stop being so formal. You miss your Choso.
âChoso,â you sigh as you look at him, waiting for him to meet your gaze. When he does, you speak again, âA lot happened and I needed time to process it all. You were right about it all, about Satoru ignoring me and me doing the same to you. Iâm so sorry that I made you feel as if you were only an emotional support friend. I wish I could show you how much you mean to me.â
You notice the stiffness in his shoulders ease a bit at your words. Taking it as a positive sign you continue, âI wonât lie, but I havenât really seen you in a romantic light since Iâve been blindly crushing over Satoru⊠not to say that I donât find you attractive! Youâre hot- but thatâs besides the point⊠the point is, can we be friends first? Iâd really like to know you for who you are, without all of our talks being overshadowed by me ranting about some stupid crush.â
You almost believe your words did more damage than good before you see a smile break on Chosoâs otherwise resting face. You smile back at him.
Itâs his turn to speak now, âI think I can handle that⊠but I believe youâre being too harsh on yourself. While your crush has been a constant topic of conversation, youâve been a good friend regardless. You have been there for me whenever I needed a friend to talk to and you always listen to me rant about work or whatever just as much.â
You nod at him to continue.
âIâd say we already know each other pretty well. But of course, I'll always want to know more about you⊠what can I say? Youâve piqued my interest and itâs been hard to let go since.â he pinches your cheek as you feel a blush creep up your face.
You push his hand away but itâs only to get closer to hug him. He wraps his arms around your waist, completely enveloping you into his space, but it's far from invasive â itâs more welcoming than ever. You bury your face into his neck, breathing in the soothing scent of oud and jasmine, mixed with a tiny hint of sweat.
âSo, how are things on the Satoru front? Youâre almost making it sound as if youâve lost interest.â he jokes when you pull away, secretly hoping his intuition is right.
You briefly tell him about your talk with Mia, leaving out the part where youâd told your roomie all about the makeout sesh. He raises an eyebrow at the placeholder theory but simply nods as he thinks it over in his head.
âSo you really are over him?â He asks once again. Even if he intends to seek reassurance, you canât tell by the way his tone is almost indifferent.Â
You joke about his crush on you being a similar type of thing and you bet him that heâll soon realise he doesnât like you like he thought he did.
âYouâre a lot more than a placeholder to me, baby.â he pouts at you before swiftly getting up to take the empty cups back to the kitchen, not giving you time to react. You watch his back, baffled at how daring and straightforward Choso can get sometimes.
He returns at the same time Mia comes out of her room, yawning as she covers her mouth.
âHey Choso, how are you?â she smiles slyly at him. Thereâs a sudden shift in his body language and you realise Miaâs presence has suddenly made him nervous. It doesnât take a genius to put two and two together.Â
Heâs aware youâve told her about him.
And based on how well he knows you, heâs certain youâve given Mia an unabridged version of the events of last Saturday. He greets her back with an awkward âsupâ and you canât help but think of it as a boyfriend-meets-parents type of situation.
Your amusement is visible on your face and Mia catches onto it. What she says next surprises you.
âGood thing youâre here. I was just inviting people over for my birthday weekend next weekend.â she smiles at him.
âBirthday weekend?â Choso asks.
âYup, so each year, the people whose birthdays lie on and/or closest to the weekend, they get a whole weekend where theyâre the boss and everyone else in the group has to strictly follow whatever theyâve planned for the whole group.â she explains.
Choso looks at you, already loving being invited to something like this. âBut donât get your hopes up too high! Mia is a homebody so weâre all probably going to be trapped at home baking stuff or something like that.â you add, nonetheless, his excitement doesnât fade.Â
He tells Mia heâll be looking forward to it and hugs you both like heâs about to leave. This time you ask him to stay to finish the last 2 episodes of Bridgerton. He thinks it over hesitantly but agrees. The only difference this time is that Mia has joined you on the sofa. You donât complain though, since the last thing you needed right now was to be left alone with Choso while watching steamy sex scenes from the final episodes.
When Choso eventually leaves, you express your surprise to Mia at her inviting him for the birthday weekend, which almost always, only involves your tiny group consisting of Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Kento, Mia and you.
âThink of it as me playing cupid babeâ, she pouts as she makes kissing sounds at you and you palm her face to push her away. She giggles, âMy plan is to keep everyone trapped in the house for two whole days, itâll be so boring, itâll ironically be so much fun. And you get to spend all your time with your loverboy.â
âHeâs not my loverboy,â you protest.
âOh yeah? Say that to his cute ass puppy eyes that always fixate on you whenever he hears you laugh. Heâs so gone for you, itâs almost sickening to watch, being a third wheel.â
âGive it a rest⊠dear lord!â you say but you canât help but feel another blush forming on your cheeks due to her constant teasing.
You were trying your best not to like Choso romantically, you wanted to give it time to make sure you werenât liking him as just another placeholder.
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The next week passes by just as quickly. The only difference is that this time you constantly find yourself taking tiny breaks from work to text Choso. You feel great relief when he texts you back with the same enthusiasm⊠or maybe heâs always been that way and youâre the one whoâs just now noticing it.
Mia had explained her plan for the birthday weekend on your friendsâ group chat. The plan was for everyone to gather at your place on Friday evening, along with whatever essentials they needed to hibernate for the next two days. You call it hibernate because Miaâs one rule for the weekend was that nobody would step outside the apartment at any cost, unless someone had an emergency only as grave as a heart attack.
Psychopath would be a harsh word, but, hypothetically speaking, if Mia were given a chance to take part in one of those human psychological experiments, she'd do it happily while dragging the rest of the group with her.
However, on the upside, Mia was a gamer girl through and through. It was kind of perfect because you, on the other hand, were a card game expert of sorts. It was a simple plan really â games, drinks, movies â yet if you were to ask Satoru and Shokoâs opinion on the matter, theyâd protest by saying something along the lines of a party isnât a party unless you bar-hop while getting shitfaced drunk at 3am.
On Friday evening, as soon as you return from work, you and Mia clean the apartment for your friendsâ welcome. You arrange the card games and snacks on the table before freshening up.
Youâd informed Choso about the plan as well and heâd texted you half an hour ago that heâd be there in 30 minutes. You run to your room to check your outfit in the mirror once again. You straighten out the fabric of your skorts and pull at the hem of your sweatshirt.Â
Casual but cute â you did not want to make it seem as if you dressed up to stay at home but you figured you could at least look a bit presentable. You touch up your lipgloss and convince yourself itâs strictly to protect your lips from cracking due to the cold.
When the bell rings, you feel as if the inside of your stomach does a backflip. You hurriedly walk out of your room and see Mia at the door, welcoming Choso in. Heâs wearing a vivid indigo blue sweater with black sweatpants. The feeling in your stomach returns when you observe his soft hair pushed back and tucked behind his ears with a few tiny strands kissing his forehead.
He gives her a side hug as he hands her a long black box wrapped with a golden ribbon. You walk towards them and you swear you see his smile grow when he looks at you. He puts his hand out to you and you grab it. With a smooth movement, he pulls you to him while his other arm wraps around your shoulder. The hug is brief yet it makes you feel giddy.
Shit. Staying platonic with him is going to be one hell of a task.
â...hope it wonât be awkward for your other friends.â your thought breaks when you hear him talk to Mia.Â
âNo, not at all! Donât worry, theyâre all pretty chill!â Mia reassures him. Choso has met your group a handful of times so they are, what one would consider, mutuals, but heâs only friends with you and Mia in the real sense of the word.
âWhat did you get?â you ask him, looking at the wrapped box in Miaâs hands. He gestures for her to open it. Her smile grows as she pulls out the big bottle of scotch, waving it around in excitement.
âThank you for aiding my borderline alcoholism with my drink of choice.â she jokes as she bows at him.
âAlways glad to help.â he laughs as he bows his head to mimic her. You smile to yourself, happy that heâs so attentive and considerate of everyone close to him. âBy the way, where do I keep my bag?â he asks, sliding his backpack off his shoulder.
âYou can keep it in my room⊠everyone is probably going to dump everything there since Miaâs room has their precious xbox setup.â you say as he smiles and makes his way to your room. Mia goes to the kitchen to keep the bottle somewhere itâs safe and sound.
When Choso returns, he observes the decks of multiple card games, arranged on the table. Thereâs Dobble, Monopoly Deal, UNO, and chess as well. You had to restrain yourself from bringing out all the other games you had since you did not want to overwhelm your friends with too many options.
âWhich one is your favourite?â he asks.
âKamo⊠would you pick favourites if you ever had kids?â you retort.
âYes.â he says with a straight face, ânow, answer me.â His tone makes you snort but you grab the tin with the Dobble cards as you explain how it works. Mia returns from the kitchen and you offer her to join your game but she makes up some excuse to go back to her room, leaving you alone with Choso. You have a feeling sheâs going to try to manufacture such moments for the two of you throughout the whole weekend.
You have three clean wins before Choso starts getting frustrated at his loss. âHow on earth can you spot them so quickly!?â
You shrug, smug about your wins. When you draw the next hand, the bell rings and you turn your head to look towards the door. Mia comes out to get it and you hear Choso yell, âGOT IT!â causing you to turn back to the cards.
âHey! It doesnât count, I wasnât paying attention.â you complain.
âNot my fault. Weâd drawn the cards already.â he says, grinning with a pleased look on his face. You know he's not going to concede so you let it go.
âI wasnât aware we were allowed to bring plus one this time?â you hear Satoruâs voice behind you. You turn around to roll your eyes at him. Heâs leaning down to your side with a wide grin and his arms extended. You hook your arm around his waist to give him a side hug.
âI invited him, heâs replacing you since youâre so busy nowadays.â Mia speaks up and you press your lips to keep yourself from laughing. He presses his hands to his chest dramatically as if Miaâs words have physically wounded him.
You crinkle your nose to cringe at him and you sense Choso looking at you. But as soon as you look back at him, he turns his head down as he grabs all the cards to put them back in the tin.
âQuitting already?â you tease him. He looks up at you and smirks, âNo, thereâs enough people to play Monopoly now. You just wait and watch how I smoke you.â
âWhat makes you so sure? You donât know who youâre up against.â you raise an eyebrow at him.
âHmmm⊠wanna bet?â He challenges you.Â
You smile cockily, âDeal, whatâs at stake?â
âOh, nothing too bold⊠maybe just your heart and soul.â he teases you. You bite the insides of your cheeks to keep yourself from blushing at his comment and break eye contact to lean towards the table to grab the deck of Monopoly Deal.
You fail to notice that Satoru had already started drawing conclusions based on the tiny interaction he witnessed between you and Choso. As he walks to the kitchen with Mia, he half whispers, âIs it just me o-â
âNope. youâre seeing it right.â she interrupts him.
âSince when did Choso, of all people, get so close with her?â he inquires.
âHaha, blondie⊠you have no idea!â Mia chuckles, amused. âWhy? You jealous?âÂ
He snickers at her question, âNo.â
âGood.â
The conversation ends there and he knows better than to push it further. As the duo returns, carrying four glasses of homemade lemonade mixed with vodka, you jump up to walk towards them to grab two of them and hand one to Choso. He thanks you with a smile and you return it.
When Mia suggests it, you all sit on the floor around the table comfortably as you distribute the cards for everyone.
When you win the first game of Monopoly, you stick your tongue out at Choso. He didnât seem to mind losing at all, nonetheless, he feigned hurt, âDamn, do I really need to give you my heart and soul now?â
With the alcohol getting to you, you felt brave enough to flirt with him as you replied back in an instant, âI thought youâd already given your heart to me?â
His eyebrows raise up in surprise as he lets out a chuckle. He drags your name out as he speaks, âYou know I consider myself to be a romantic of sorts, but thatâs too cheesy even for me!â you slap his arm as both of you start laughing as if itâs the funniest thing ever, almost forgetting that Mia and Satoru are right there in the room with you two.
You only turn to look at Satoru when he clears his throat. âOh right⊠When is the rest of the gang getting here?â you ask Satoru.
âCheck the group chat, theyâve texted.â he replies curtly. And you canât help but feel as if heâs acting a bit cold. Usually youâd brush it off as just overthinking, or blame it on the alcohol but youâre certain that throughout the game, he has been actively ignoring you.
The awkwardness of the situation dissipates a little when Shoko, Kento and Suguru arrive about an hour later. When the clock strikes midnight, everyone hands Mia their presents but everyone is too drunk to care what the others have gotten her.
Youâd be lying if you said you remembered anything about the events of Friday night through Sunday morning. The photos and videos on your phones are the only evidence you have of a time well spent. There was a lot of gossip, cheating at card games, fighting for turns on the Xbox, laughing at shit jokes, crying at sappy hallmark movies and an incident where you and Mia almost set the kitchen on fire, trying to bake a batch of brownies for everyone. You were barred from entering the kitchen all day after that and it was followed by a long debate about how it was against your rights as owners to be banned from your own kitchen. You gave up on trying to forcefully enter the kitchen after a while, since five people against two wasnât really a fair battle.
So Sunday morning, it was a collective decision to stay sober to avoid being hungover at work the next day. Not like you guys had a choice anyway, since all the booze had been wiped out in the last 36 hours, not even Chosoâs fancy scotch had survived the night. It was all a haze, to say the least.
Although you vaguely remember Choso and you sharing a few moments alone from time to time, you also remember all of them being interrupted, mostly by Satoru. You make a mental note of wanting to confront Satoru sometime soon.
Sometime soon arrives Sunday evening when Satoru walks in on you and Choso making hot chocolate in the kitchen. Youâd been talking to Choso about who had the highest tolerance among the group.
Youâre pressed to his side with your head resting on his shoulder as he leans against the counter. â...far from it. Youâre a lightweight!â Choso calls your bullshit.
âNo, listen⊠I vibe easily, I donât get drunk easily. Thereâs a difference.â you protest.
He pinches your cheek, teasing, âokay baby⊠whatever you say.â
You try to elbow him but stop your movement when you hear Satoru enter the kitchen, âAre you making hot chocolate?â
Youâre slightly annoyed at his feigned innocence since youâd already asked the entire group if they wanted hot chocolate, like, 5 minutes ago. He had declined then.
âCool, can I get one too?â he asks.
âSure.â you leave Chosoâs side as you grab another mug to prepare the drink.Â
Sensing the tension, Choso excuses himself politely, âIâm outside, okay?â he squeezes your shoulder before walking out of the kitchen.
âYou seem pretty close.â Satoru comments. You put the mug in the oven before you turn around to look at him.
âSatoru⊠what is it?â you sigh.
âNothing⊠Iâm just surprised you got over me so quickly.â he says playfully.
Oh, so youâre having this conversation right now.
âYou canât possibly be serious right now? What do you mean moved on? What was there to move on from⊠you ignoring my feelings and only keeping me on the hook whenever you wanted attention?â you sound far from playful.
âOuch.â he says quietly. Maybe talking to you about this was a bad idea.
âLook⊠Iâm sorry if me having a crush on you made you uncomfortable. Iâd hate for things to be awkward now after being such close friends all these years. But Iâm sad that you sort of led me on and toyed with my emotions for your own amusement.â you add as you look down.
Thereâs a moment of silence. Then Satoru moves towards you to hug you. He pats your head with one hand while the other rubs your back.
âI had no idea that having a crush on me made you so miserable. Weâve always been flirting with each other platonically, I initially thought it was the same thing. When I realised you were serious about it, I figured that maybe it would fade without us needing to address it.â he says softly.
âNo, to be honest, I realised quite recently that I donât really like you like that.â you interrupt him.
âYeah, no shit. Youâve been flirting with him all weekend.â he laughs. You blush out of embarrassment.Â
He continues, âBut thatâs besides the point. Iâm sorry, okay? Iâve designated you as my best frienâ donât tell Suguru. I admit I did like the attention so I'm sorry for hurting you, even if it mightâve been unintentional for the most part. â
You look up at him as you raise your eyebrows at him. Satoru isnât the kind to apologise easily.
âGojo Satoru is apologising to me?â you smirk at him.
âDonât milk it. You know I really mean it, I'm truly sorry. I can also allow you one punch anywhere besides my face and crotch to prove it. Iâll always love you, youâre my homie.â he says pulling you closer into the hug. You wrap your arms around him, smacking the area near his lower back a bit too hard. You catch him by surprise as he jerks away from your touch, letting out a loud âahhâ.
âJeez, what a bâ,â he pauses, clearing his throat as he extends his arm out to you, âWeâre even now, cool?âÂ
âOkay, cool.â you smile at him. âSo, howâs it going with your new girl?â
âOh itâs pretty chill. Nothing serious though. We like each other but we both agreed that itâs pretty casual.â he explains.
âReally? I was under the impression that you were falling in love and shit.âÂ
âHow can I love someone else when I got you?â he teases as he ruffles your hair. You glare at him with a murderous intent.Â
âIâm kidding!â he adds, laughing, âBut no, Iâm not falling in love so soon. I always thought Iâd fall in love in my mid 30s. Seems like the perfect age to fall in love.âÂ
You shake your head, âSatoru, you dummy⊠love doesnât work on your schedule. It happens when it is meant to happen! If you donât go all the way in, deep in your feels with someone, you wonât even recognize it if love arrives in your life.â
âOkay sensei⊠seems like you know a lot about going all the way in deep. Is Choso also going in deep?â he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You cringe at his crass innuendo but nonetheless blush at the mention of Chosoâs name.
âMaybe it's none of your business!â you retort. He shrugs as he puts his hands up in defeat.
âCome out soon, weâre gonna watch another romcom.â he says as he walks past you.
âWait, your hot chocolate?â you ask as you see him walking out of the kitchen.
âNah, on second thought, I donât want it anymore.â he says as he leaves. You stand there as you watch him go, with equal parts amusement and equal parts disbelief.
This is the Satoru you knew, your annoying best friend and not the romanticised version of him you had in your head. You feel peaceful for a split second as you finally sense things return back to normal, before your mind wanders to thoughts of Choso.Â
Can you redirect your love where it can actually be reciprocated? Youâre aware that youâd been growing fond of him with every minute you spend together⊠but are you certain heâs not just someone youâre using to fill the vacancy in your heart?
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One of things I love most about Leigh Bardugo's books is her focus on the violence committed against women and girls. In Shadow and Bone, there's Genya and Alina. Both have been manipulated by the Darkling and exploited, Alina for her power, and Genya for her beauty. Genya was repeatedly raped by the king and the Darkling refused to help her because he wanted to use her as a spy. The Darkling and the Apprart saw Alina and her powers as a way to push their agendas and gain power.
In Six of Crows, there's Inej and Mayra Hendriks. Inej has sold into human trafficking as a young teen and suffered abuse from men. Even when Kaz rescues her from Tante Heleen, she is still bound to Per Haskell. Then in Crooked Kingdom, she is kidnapped by Van Eck and starved and threatened with torture. Mayra Hendriks, Wylan's mother, was put into an asylum by her husband for having a child with a disability.
King of Scars explores Zoya's character more and we learn that she was almost a child bride to a pedophile, and was then manipulated by the Darkling when her aunt rescued her by taking her to the Little Palace. Nina discovers the full extent of the misogyny in Fjerda in these books too. She finds the Fjerdan Grisha women, who are being drugged and forced to have children for the government. Through Hanne and Nina's experiences with Jarl Brum, we see how men like him confine women and their femininity into a rigid box.
In Ninth House, Alex has suffered so much at the hands of men. Len, her ex-boyfriend, was abusive to her. Eitan the drug dealer also exploited Alex for her ability to use the strength of Grays. There were also the women like Tara who are murdered for greed and power. Mercy and Hellie are two young women who were raped by powerful men.
I am sure that I have forgotten some characters and I apologize for that. Violence against girls and women is something that tends to get swept under the rug, so to speak, and I am glad that Leigh Bardugo touches on this topic repeatedly in her books.
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