#tell me you’re down bad without telling me you’re down BAD

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Piercer!Geto

Manx Norton: going over the limit

Contents: 18+ mdni, fluff, smut, grinding, making out, blowjob, deepthroating, throat fucking, swallowing, marks the end of their pre-relationship story

“We need to talk,” you say. 

Geto looks up from his journal, slow and steady like he knew you would come here and at this time. He sets his pen down. His hair is tied up completely today and there are dark bags under his eyes that you can’t bear to look at, so you don’t. Instead, you settle into the seat, without being asked, and you cross your legs and your arms. 

You mean business. 

“Good afternoon, pretty. You look gorgeous.” 

Sighing, you ignore that fluttering in your stomach. There’s no point in getting carried away by his charm; it’s his instinct to be sweet, otherwise he wouldn’t have as many clients as he does. But you’re aware, faintly and right at the very back of your mind, that his words have a bite to them — they’re complimentary whilst also accusatory. 

“I need an explanation, Geto,” you state firmly. 

His left eye twitches. It’s not a flicker or a nervous tick, it’s a flinch. You have the power, just like your sister said, when you were throwing her shoes out of the window, and she was offering advice as a means to fight your murderous intent off. It didn’t work.

There’s always something shifting between you, something unstable, and it’s been difficult to manage — you’re new to relationships, so new to venturing outside your comfort zone that you’ve relied so much on him to guide you. But you’ve also had to step up and make decisions for yourself. 

Your friends weren’t very helpful; they insisted you quit or bring a new man to the studio to make him jealous, and as tempting as it is to be petty, you know they wouldn’t solve anything. It’ll just make you feel bad and icky. 

So, you’ve chosen the high road, providing him the opportunity to share his side, to explain why he let you down once again and why everything between you had been built on a lie.

Nodding, he opens a drawer and takes out a familiar sheet of paper. Then, in a conversational tone, he asks, “What do you see?”

“It’s my CV,” you answer. Truthfully, you have no clue what game he’s playing; there’s something in particular he’s looking for but all you see is the whites of the paper and the lines of ink. 

“Look at it from the perspective of an employer looking to fill a hole in their establishment,” is his reply. 

You’ve heard that tone often, every day, in fact. It’s the tone he uses on clients when he needs to go over payment plans, or on suppliers when he needs to negotiate a new contract. But he’s never used it on you. Distant and devoid of attachment, it makes you feel uneasy. 

Fiddling with a loose thread on your sweater, you furrow your brows as you read over the paper. Geto is leaning back on the chair, hands folded on his lap, the pinnacle of confidence. That used to be so attractive. Now, you’re just a little peeved off. You were supposed to be the confident one; you came here on your own volition, even prepared a speech you practised with your sister.

You should have known he’d sweep the rug from under you. 

Frustrated, you groan and smack the sheet. “Just tell me what I’m supposed to see! I have no time for this.”

Smiling reassuringly, Geto doesn’t bat an eye at your outburst and instead, begins a lecture, “What I saw was a CV lacking in relevant work experience. In fact, you had very little experience. Your most recent job was in high school, when you worked as a librarian’s assistant for a day. The other things on there were debate club and a certificate for being a neighbourhood ‘sweetheart’, and I’m not even sure what that means.”

“Oh.”

To your embarrassment, he laughs. A blush is growing on your face and suddenly you’re very aware of how some strands of hair are sticking to your forehead uncomfortably, how the sweater you’re wearing is a little scratchy and that maybe, just maybe, you’ve overreacted terribly.

Maybe you should have confronted him sooner. Perhaps just as soon as you overheard him tell Miguel that your sister owes him a favour for hiring you. However, in your defence, you were feeling a little hurt from having been left at the restaurant — you waited for an hour, watching people pass by and give you sympathetic looks as you sent text after text to a man too busy with a client to realise time passed by. 

A week has gone by since then, and you haven’t come to work at all, you dodged every text and call from Geto and ignored him when he showed up on campus and had the nerve to get upset that you’re hanging out with a classmate. Your sister tried to defend him, and herself, but you weren’t willing to hear her out. On many occasions, you’ve told her to butt out, to leave you to make mistakes and get hurt, because it’s your prerogative. 

She can’t protect you from everything and the more she tries, the harder you all learn that lesson. 

“Okay, fine. So, my CV sucks a little,” you huff, “but you should have never hired me under the pretence that I was good enough when the real reason was because my sister asked you. It’s unfair on me. I wanted to earn this job on my own and you two went behind my back to manipulate this whole situation!”

The man sighs and leans forward. You smell his cologne and it’s muddling your mind a little, so you lean back, away from him. He notices. “I understand you’re upset. And I’m sorry to have colluded with your meddling sister. But it really isn’t what you think, pretty girl.”

You hate how patient he sounds, like you’re the crazy one. And maybe you are. You don’t know anymore. In fact, you’re starting to think you know nothing at all. 

“Yes, it’s true she asked me to give you a job. But all I promised her was that I’ll give you a chance, like everyone else. And when you came for the interview, I thought a lot of things. One was that you are so different from your sister. Different from the people that tend to come through the door, from me. You’re much brighter, much warmer and lighter than everyone I’ve ever seen.”

There’s something in his eyes, a sincerity that makes you breathless. All the air has left the room and you’re leaning in without even realising it. Everything that he says is entrancing, he’s a pied piper playing a tune that fills your soul with a fire you can’t put out, and he’s leading you closer to him, away from everything you’ve ever known, away from safety and reason. 

You’re not afraid. 

“I had a look at your CV and thought, there’s no way I would hire you, not even if she begged or blackmailed me — I take great pride in my studio, I turned it from a little backroom space with flickering lights to what it is now. My clients trust me to provide quality service from beginning to end, and I will not let a woman, no matter how beautiful, get in the way of that.”

Geto reaches for your cheek, like he can’t help himself, and you let him. His hands are slightly calloused but otherwise smooth and soft. And that smile, the polite one he always wears, is gone. In its place is something that reflects how you feel, how you’ve both been feeling for a long time now. A frustration against the distance between you, the boundary that’s erected itself between employer and employee, boss and receptionist, and a man who’s seen it all versus a girl who knows so little. 

You aren’t meant to be. Everything about this relationship is wrong, it’s inadvisable, foolish, like Hades and Persephone, or Eros and Psyche. It’s a tragic love story doomed from the very beginning, the kind people talk about centuries later with a mix sense of awe and pity. You know all about it, have read so many variations of the same story with the same individuals who think they know everything, who believe they’re different, special and that the Fates will smile fondly on them. 

Except neither you nor Suguru are under the impression that you’re different, that this will turn out differently and that the cards you’ve been dealt are from a separate, fresh deck. You both know you’re playing a dangerous game. 

Neither of you care. 

“But then I talked to you. And you were so witty, so undeterred by my unrelenting questions, and so willing to learn as you go. You had the confidence of someone who’s worked a thousand jobs, who’s met a thousand people that, despite knowing better, I wanted to hire you on the spot.”

Carefully, with your eyes fluttering shut at the tentative touch of your skin, you breathe out, “Suguru, we shouldn’t.”

“I know.”

When your eyes open, you see his gorgeous, tortured eyes fall to your lips and you know what you want. 

Your lips meet his.

This kiss is so similar to the one you shared that night, but oh so new. It seems so long ago now, and when you feel his plush lips devour yours it feels like this is new to both of you and it urges you to push in further. His tongue touches yours and you don’t hesitate to intertwine it, to explore all that he’s laying out for you. 

Gasping for breath, you pull away with little success before he’s grasping the back of your neck and urging you over the desk, kneeing the papers there and hearing the pens and stapler fall to the floor with a dull clatter, you sit onto the desk and you hear his chair slam against the wall when he stands to press himself closer to you. He kisses you again. 

“Things work differently with me,” he says in between pecks to your lips. 

Whilst his mouth moves to your jaw, sucking at the skin by your ear, you giggle. “I know. My sister says you like control. Something about Christian Grey.”

Chuckling in your ear before nipping you there, he admits, “I’m not as insane as him. In truth, I don’t really know what I am, but I know it’s more intense than what most men ask for.”

“That’s okay, Suguru. We can work it out together, step by step.”

He kisses your pulse point. You moan. Goosebumps are rising along your arms; your back is arching to press as much of you closer to him. You’re barely capable of creating a single train of thought, you feel so lightheaded you don’t register how your legs are wrapping around his hips. 

“My smart girl,” Suguru muses against your skin. 

Your legs are wrapped around his hip, pulling him close until you can feel the bulge there push against your core. With a roll of your hips, the zipper of his jeans nudges your bundle of nerves. You gasp. And you seek out that pleasure again with slow, gradual grinds. 

Breathlessly, you say, “Suguru…”

He’s scraping his teeth against your pulse point, one hand kneading your thigh and the other holding himself up. Filling your senses, all you can think about is him and how there’s a growing pressure within that’s dying to be released. 

“Go on, pretty girl. Take what you need.” Tightening your legs around his hips, you grind harder, frustrated that there are layers between you. Your arch your back, chest rubbing against his. Like he knows what you want, his hand finds your breast, squeezing and groping. “No bra? Are you sure you came here to talk, angel?”

When his thumb brushes over your nipple, you cry out, body tightening as that coil inside snaps. You spasm, grinding hastily to draw out your pleasure. It’s much better than you any could have given yourself and you’re addicted. Hand flying to his hair, you thread it through, brushing out his hair tie until his silky hair cascades down.

He groans. 

In a blink of an eye, you’re being pulled and pushed down onto your knees. You grip his thighs, blinking fast as you desperately try to regain your bearings. 

“You’re asking for trouble, sweet thing. Can you handle it?” Suguru asks, a challenge glinting in his eyes as he smiles down at you. 

You bite your lip, thighs squeezing to subdue the regrowing aching there. With a sudden bravery, your hands make their way up, revelling in the marble like strength in his muscles before they find his zip. 

Hesitating, you feel something holding you back, an instinct within awakening. Awkwardly, you question, “May I?”

His smile widens, surprise flickering in his eyes, and then he’s threading his hands through your hair. It’s a rewarding pat, one full of warmth, and it’s empowering. 

“Such a good girl. You’re a perfect little angel, aren’t you?” He coos. “Of course you may, my pretty girl. Go on, go at your own pace.”

Nodding, you unzip his jeans, tugging it down with his boxers. And what springs out leaves your mouth watering. It’s huge and intimidating. It’s bad enough that he’s well-endowed, but nothing about him is typical. He’s different to the average man in every way. 

Starting with the metal piercing the underside of his dick, emerging through the head. 

Seeing the horrified look on your face, he chuckles, the hair soothing your head delving down to pinch your chin. Unperturbed by your reaction, likely expecting it, he explains, “I got it done a year ago, mostly as a dare. It took around nine weeks to heal and yes, it did hurt.”

“B-but I-I can’t,” you stammer and shake your head, adding, “there’s just n-no way.”

Suguru sighs, thumb grazing your cheek. “You don’t need to. I understand this is too much too soon, but I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit. You’re more than capable.”

You don’t want to disappoint him. And you want to prove you can do whatever you set your mind to. Recalling one of your sister’s drunken admissions, you know the trick is to pinch your thumb, so you don’t gag, to breathe through your nose and take a little at a time. 

“Okay, okay. I can do it.”

He gathers your hair and keeps them out of the way. Slowly, you wrap your hand around the base, gasping at the way your fingers barely touch. With no particular method in mind, you explore his length, thumb following a vein from bottom to top. He’s hot in your hand, almost burning, and the tip is shining with what you know to be pre-cum. 

It’s pearly white and you can’t wait to know what it tastes like; you lean in and scoop up the drop with your tongue. You both groan. 

Salty, you mull the taste over. It isn’t bad. And suddenly, you no longer feel scared. Your tongue fiddles with the bent metal barbell, surprisingly not minding the cold sensation against your hot tongue. 

“That’s it,” he groans, grip on your hair tightening. 

You widen your jaw, suckling the head, tongue pressing against the slit before it circles around, grinding the barbell back and forth. He groans louder, deep breaths vibrating through the room. 

When you push in further, you make the mistake of doing it too fast. You gag, eyes tearing up. 

“Slowly, pretty. Slowly. There’s no rush, okay?”

Coughing, you nod weakly, feeling embarrassed. Recovering your breath, you go back in, slower. Eventually, you work up a rhythm, bobbing your head up and down, taking more and more of him but never quite making it further than halfway. 

Both hands on your head, he soothes your tears away with his thumb before he advises, “Relax your throat, sweet thing. I’ll guide you, is that alright?”

You tap his thighs twice in a yes. 

And then he’s pushing in, more and more until he’s filling your throat, muscles stretching to take him in. Tearing up once more, you mentally swallow that panic rising, the claustrophobia within forcing your nails into his bare thighs. 

“You’re doing so well, angel. So good -ngh- for me, hmm?”

Suguru pulls back, the piercing scraping your tongue. And then he pushes back in. Again and again, he builds up to a rhythm, allowing you to get used to it, before he gives you more of him. 

This is so overwhelming, the feeling of his piercing bumping at the back of your throat, the ache in your jaw at the stretch, and the salty taste filling your senses. All you can see and feel and hear and taste is Suguru. You can’t get enough of him. 

So, when he bottoms out, your lips tickling his skin, your eyes roll to the back of your head just as his do. 

“I’m going to cum, pretty. Do you want to pull out?” He asks, pleasure written all over his face, the veins in his arm bulging at his barely constrained urge to fuck your throat freely. Knowing that he’s so in control, so concerned over you, when he could use you how he pleased, could take what he wants makes you so wet. 

You blink rapidly. 

“No? Are you sure you -ha- can take it? I won’t let you spit it out,” he warns. 

Sucking your cheeks in, you suction him closer. His cock head is rubbing the back of your throat, piercing burning, and with a shallow thrust, he’s cumming down your throat. 

Hot liquid fills your mouth. 

Suguru pulls out and you swallow the thick cream he leaves in your mouth. Your head slumps against his thigh, gasping for breath, heaving like you’ve just ridden a rollercoaster. 

Hands tucking themselves under your arms, he lifts you onto his lap just as he sits back on his chair, boxers pulled up before you even realise what position you’re in now. 

He rubs your back, muttering encouraging words about how perfect you were, how amazing you did, and how he knew you’d do well for him. 

“Open,” he orders, bottom lip pulled down by his thumb. He inspects your mouth and smiles at what he sees. “Good girl.”

And then he’s kissing you, tasting both yours and his essence. 

“No wonder Miguel gave me a funny look when I asked how many piercings you have,” you whisper against his lips, a high pulsing through your veins. 

Suguru chuckles. “He’s a good guy, did all my piercings. Eased all my concerns every time and I knew I wanted him in my studio.”

You nod. 

Your eyes are heavy and you’re hiding your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in, and pondering the change between you. You’ve accepted that you’re entering an unconventional relationship, that he’s going to introduce you to a world none of your friends had seen a glimpse of, but you won’t be navigating it by yourself. 

He’ll lead you just as he had when you first started working here. 

Softly, gently and with so much patience, you’ll be free to stumble as often as you need until you know who you are, what you want, and what you need to be.

“Get some sleep, my gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”

Is the last thing you hear before you fall deeper into sleep in his arms.

[valalice]

݁₊ DECISION TO DECISIONS ARE MADE. ft. 𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓼.

pairing. ellie williams 𝑥⠀fem!reader

✦ summary. new year's is just a few days away and your roommate, dina, plans a party to celebrate the new year, inviting a certain special someone. ellie wanted nothing more to do than lay in bed, ignoring the fact that she's starting out yet another year without a kiss. however, she gets roped (or threatened) into attending a party she didn't even want to attend, for the sake of being a "good friend". now minutes before the clock strikes 12:00, both you and ellie are left without a special someone to embrace as everyone else welcomes the new year. what decision will the two of you make? wc. 6k

warnings. fluff. angst. modern!au. loser ellie if you dare. reader is a socialite. roommate!dina. drinking (everyone is of age). ellie smokes. mentions of joel. the both of you are lowkey crushing on each other so bad. self sabotaging. talk of new year's resolution & the future. kissing.

a/n. my little treat to you all, happy 2025! i was going to make this set in tlou universe, but i can't stop thinking of city living and ellie, so here we are. ellie definitely has a loser girl, self sabotage mindset in this, but trust all she needed was to get kissed silly by a pretty girl! anywho, happy new years, lovely's, and i hope 2025 brings you success, peace, and treats you gentle 🤍 remember to support your writers by reblogging & commenting !

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The TV screen illuminates the dark room, the whistling wind swirls around flurry flakes into the night. It’s the first big snow of winter, and you hope it sticks instead of turning to the grey mush that’ll occupy the crevices of the city streets. You push your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs and resting your head against your knee and letting your cheek squish into it, allowing you to observe the storm and the snow building up on the window seals. It’s unfortunate you think, and perhaps a little funny that the snow storm decides to happen the day after Christmas. Maybe even a little poetic or just a big fuck you from nature. However, you’re content by it.

Your name's being repeated, it takes a moment for you to fully comprehend that you're being called upon, still wrapped within the thoughts of your own mind. Till something small and light hits your head, "What?" lifting your head up from where it rested upon your knee to turn to face the culprit, eyes flickering down to see the lone popcorn fallen on the couch cushion. "Dina—" you scowl, letting an arm fall from around your legs and picking up the kernel, throwing it at Dina's face. Her face scrunching up as it bounces off her forehead and lands in her lap. "What was that for?" it sounds closer to a whine than a question, the storm outside is now forgotten.

"You weren't answering me," she responds, her focus falling to her lap to pick up the popcorn kernel and pop it in her mouth. "and you're not even paying attention to the movie, you picked it out."

Twisting your lips, eyeing the TV screen, "Yeah, I guess you're right." It wasn't a movie you've never seen before, in fact it was a one you've seen more times than you can count. A safe pick for you as Dina let you choose the movie this night, and when picking it your mind was already elsewhere. So, even now with just a glance at the screen you can tell exactly what point the movie is at. "What did you ask me?"

Dina's hand piles into the bowl, grabbing a handful of popcorn and shuffles it in her mouth. Watching her demolish the delightful crunchy-buttery snack made you outstretch your arm, a silent ask for some popcorn. She takes hold of the bowl and passes it to you, taking your own handful of popcorn and eating it one by one. Dina swallows, "Was thinking of hosting a New Year's Eve party."

As if she could already sense your hesitance for the idea she continues on, firmly placing her hands on the plush couch to give her leverage to twist her body, making it face you as she tucks her legs underneath her. And as she leans forward, "C'mon it'll be so much fun. And we have yet to have a party in our new place, there's far better room here for one." she exclaims.

Your eyebrows raise at the last statement, "Barely." you remark, eyeing the room straight ahead into the kitchen. It was a nice place, far nicer than the shoe box you and Dina lived in months prior, but by no means is it more spacious.

"Okay, so maybe not by much. But, think about how much fun it'll be."

"I guess." You ponder the thought of it, dozens of people boxed in your guys' apartment like sardines in a tin can to welcome the New Year. Then you grimace at the thought of everyone drunk and sweaty, the booming voices counting down the clock, people scrambling to find someone to messily kiss. "I retract my statement, actually."

"Oh, c'mon." Dina huffs.

"Why can't we just invite over some small friends? A small gathering? Yes, a small gathering sounds far better." Nodding your head at the idea, trying your best to convince Dina of your idea.

"That's boring. It's gotta be a party, and besides, aren't you supposed to be a socialite?"

You let out a groan at her words, "Reluctant. It's a curse that I'm good with people."

"And that's why you're going to invite some of your fancy socialite friends over."

Your brows furrow deeper than you think they've ever done before. "I'm doing what now? And they're not really friends, just—" you pause to think of a nice name to call them rather than the ones you're currently thinking of. "acquaintances. And I thought you were just thinking of having this party?"

That cracks a smile onto Dina's face. "Well it's decided now." she muses, bunching up her shoulders and throwing up her hands.

"Really?" feeling unfazed by her.

"Yep!" Dina quips.

"Why do you always invite? They're not very good people." you confess.

Dina shrugs, "They suck but at least they bring good booze."

A laugh erupts from you, enacting a full body shake, pointing your index finger at the girl. "I like the way you think."

"I know." she smirks.

The mattress underneath Ellie vibrates, causing her to groan and flip over, giving her phone the cold shoulder. Sighing when it stops, feeling herself mold further into her pillow. Till the bzz bzz bzz begins again, she tries to ignore it and focus on getting back to sleep, but at this point it's been ringing an eternity. Dramatically turning her body back over, taking a hold of her phone and holding it up to her and squinting; Dina. A finger presses answer and she brings the screen up to her face.

"Hello?" she groggily asks, running a hand over her sleep ridden-face. Her body aches from the travels.

"Where are you going to be on New Year's Eve?" Dina demands.

Straight to the point she guesses, rolling her eyes at the lack of "Hello, to you too, Ellie. How are you feeling from your long travels?" Ellie lets her arm fall over her face. "In my bed. Is that okay with you?" she grumbles, hoping this isn't one of Dina's schemes.

"Wrong answer."

Ellie's head pushes further into her pillow, confusion written all over her twisted up face. "How?"

"You're going to be coming to my party." The girl on the other side of the phone corrects.

"Is that an invite where I can accept or decline?"

"No, you're attending this party."

Ellie lets out a long string of groans in retaliation. She didn't even why she bothered to ask if it was an invite, of course she'd be forced to attend another party.

"Oh, stop being dramatic. You always have fun."

A chuckle falls from Ellie's lips. "If you think me having a few beers and listening on to some random conversation is fun, then sure."

There's some rustling on the other end of the phone, like a faint jingle of keys. The noise alone alerts Ellie to check the clock on her night stand, moving her arm from over her face to peek at the clock; 2:54 p.m. She throws her arm back over her face.

Dina huffs and takes a breath, "You just never put yourself out there. That's why. You could easily spark up a conversation with a rando and they'll love you!"

Ellie scoffs at the image of her talking to some random person, let alone her initiating it. "Yeah, right. Besides, I don't really like any of the people that are at your parties, they're all outsiders from our group." Remembering a time at one of Dina's parties when she planted her ass on some couch then out of nowhere a small crowd started to surround her. One of the guys in the group had some weird bullshit rhetoric he was spewing, so she called him out, correcting him in the meantime as well. Everyone around her froze and started looking at her as if she grew another head; she carry's that memory with her to not fuck with any rando's.

"They're my roommates, friends, or acquaintances, whatever they are." Ellie perks up at the mention of you, her arm falling off her face once more, and this time she shuffles in her bed to sit up. "But, they bring that good beer you like."

"Ah, right. All's forgiven, I guess." she doesn't think her voice could get any sarcastic.

There's a moment of silence, Ellie clears her throat. "So, uh, how's your roommate?" It's an innocent question she asks, a hand coming up to her head to smooth over her messy bed head. She knows your name but she still calls you Dina’s roommate.

"Oh! She's good. Neither of us went home for Christmas this year, so we spent it together."

"Cute." Ellie hums. Whenever she hears Dina talk about you it makes a small part of her ache for a roommate, someone to always be around and grow a close bond with. But, not everyone gets as lucky as Dina in the roommate lottery, and the thought of it always gets pushed out of her mind in favor of a space entirely her own.

"She's going to be at the party." Dina blurts, knowing what Ellie is trying to do, she knows the brunette girl too well.

"Well, I would hope so." Her response was casual, holding her phone away from her face and unplugging it from its charging cord, deciding to press the 'Speaker' button and not succumb herself to holding the hot screen phone to her face. Swinging her legs off the edge of the bed, she stretches, a few small noises falling from her lips when doing so. Is it so wrong for her to ask such a question?

"I just bet you do." Dina teases, not convinced with the facade Ellie's putting up.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ellie quirks, pushing the shirt that's ridden up her abdomen and pushing it back into its rightful position. The socks on her feet shuffling against the ground to move her body out of her room and to her liven area; it's living area and kitchen combined, she thinks it's a cool name since the entire area is open, but everyone else just calls it the dumbest name ever.

"You don't need to skirt around asking about her. I know about your little crush on her."

Ellie chokes at the word crush, playing it off back hacking up a lung. "I don't have a crush on anyone." she argues, still trying to recover from her coughing fit, wiping away the few dribbles of tears in the corners of her eyes.

"It's all that damn smoking." Dina retorts at Ellie's fit.

"You sound like Joel." Ellie snorts.

There's a beginning of an insult Dina begins to say until she gets interrupted. Being nosy Ellie tries to listen in to what it could be. “Uh, hold on a sec, Els.” 

"Yep, it's not a problem." Ellie says, her mouth falling into a tight line. She takes a seat on her couch, listening intently to the chatter happening; as best she could, it's extremely muffled, almost like whispering. Placing her phone to be perched on her thigh she takes hold of her hand, picking at the skin around her nails. Picking at a stubborn piece of skin before she pricks herself and starts bleeding, "Ah, shit." bringing her finger up to her mouth to nurse at the bleeding spot.

“Ellie?” Your voice startles her to remove her finger from her mouth urgently, and straighten her hunchback.

She picks up her phone for some reason, clearing her throat. “Hey.”

“Hi!” You exclaim, enacting a small jump in Ellie's heart. Are you happy to talk to her or are you just like this? She'll settle on the latter. “How are you doing?” the simple question makes her feel embarrassed, a soft pink hue forming across her freckled cheeks.

“I’m doing all right. I just- uh," she pauses momentarily, and she thinks of lying, and telling you that she just got home from running errands, and before that she went to the gym for a few hours; to make herself seem productive. "I just woke up.” she tells the truth.

“Rough night?” there's something endearing in your voice and how it seemed to drop when you asked if she had a rough night, as if you're trying to work a dirty secret out of her by telling her you wouldn't tell a soul. And truthfully if she did have some wild night, it wouldn't take much for her to tell you about it.

Ellie shuffles on her couch, leaning forward, placing her elbows on her spread knees, leaning her head on her unoccupied hand. “You could say so. I landed back here at like 3 a.m.” Although the flight had not been her worst by close measure, she was still sleep deprived and being on a plane always managed to make her body ache.

“Oh, from Christmas. You visited your family, right?” Yet, again her heart leaps. Dina must've told you her plans in passing, but it's the fact that you remembered that made her heart thump a little faster.

She knows she's cheesing way too hard, but maybe you could somehow sense her happy mood through the phone, or at least she hopes. “Yeah, I didn’t go home for Thanksgiving, so it was good to see them.” Her family wasn't large, nor typical, but she held them dear to her heart.

“That’s very sweet.” you say, and just as Ellie hoped, on the other side of the phone you sit on your couch mirroring an identical dopey grin. She pushes her head into her palm, she hates that you have such an effortless effect on her, and she hates how your voice sounds airy, much like the noises doves make as they fly around. “Did you get everything you wished for, for Christmas?”

The question takes Ellie by surprise, letting out a soft, breathy laugh. “Oh, c’mon.” She's sure she'll bore you with the niche presents she got, and she's even more sure that you wouldn't care.

“Sorry, sorry.” you chuckle.

Ellie shifts once again, letting her body fall into her couch, a hand running through her knotted hair as her leg bounces vigorously. “I hear you're hosting a New Year’s Eve party.” She's making conversation.

“Well, it’s really Dina doing it all. I’m helping out, though.”

“That’s good. You're a real trooper helping Dina with all her shenanigans?" The smile she once had now turns to a crooked smirk; anything to send harmless jabs at Dina.

"Need a trophy for it really. But, I don't mind, she's lucky I love her." Your words strike something within Ellie, she doesn't know quite what it is, but there's something at how comfortably the word love falls from your mouth, it makes her feel bitter.

“You coming?”

It's a yes or no question, but Ellie still takes a moment to think. Dina's already made it clear that she has to attend, but she could also use this as an opportunity to back out of it and just spend the first few weeks of the new year hiding out from Dina like someone hiding from a hitman. “Uh, yeah. I am.” She's fucked.

“Fantastic!” You amuse her, not in a silly way, but in a way as in she's never met someone who genuinely uses the word fantastic quite like you. She finds it cute. “I was a little reluctant about it, but I’m coming around to it. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” Oh. So you weren't on board for this either?

“I’m sure I will, too.” She's beyond fucked up.

You don't respond, but that inaudible whisper is back, the two of you must be talking. “Oh, um. Dina wants her phone back," Ellie can feel herself deflate, slumping into the couch. She felt childish that she wants to whine and say she wants to keep talking to you. "but how much longer do I have to wait to get your number, or do you just not like me?” Your words bring life back into her, placing a hand on the soft cushion and pushing herself up. The two of you have known each other for about four years now and you two don't interact without the influence of Dina. And she feels embarrassed that not only do you think she could possibly not like you, you're also the one asking her for her number. But, of course you are, she's not as outgoing as you.

“What? No, no, it’s not that." It could never be that. "Just, uh, get it from Dina.” She panicked, but then again she didn't know if you had your phone on your or paper and a pen near you to write down her number. Dina comes in clutch, she guesses.

“Okay, I will. See you Tuesday night, Ellie.” You said her name again.

“See you Tuesday.” There's silence and she almost thinks you hung up till she taps her screen to see Dina's ID screen.

“And you say you don’t have a crush?” Dina's voice quips.

Ellie groans, her hands slapping at her face before they drag down.

Ellie's phone buzzes in her pocket, reaching for it she frees it from her jacket and unlocks it.

You

Hi! Hope you're excited for the party tonight, can't wait to see you! x

4:23 p.m

Ellie

Hey! Can't wait to see what Dina put together, and right back at ya :)

4:24 p.m

She stands in the store aisle as she watches a blue text bubble appear with three little dots, it abruptly stops, and instead of whatever you wanted to say you replaced it by hearting her message. Ellie stuffs her phone back in her pocket. Sighing as she throws her head back, squinting at the fluorescent lights. Rolling her neck she looks straight forward, swiping the golden figure from the shelf into her hand, taking it and the complementary beer for the party to the register.

Chatters overtake the living space, looking over it you see how certain people group together, it's endearing really how certain types of people naturally gravitate towards each other and stick together like magnets. You take another sip of your beer, looking down in your lap, flipping over your phone to check the time, 10:40 p.m on the dot. You huff, unlocking your phone and picking an app to mindlessly scroll through.

Someone says your name, causing you to lift your head in an instant. “Oh, Mack.” Lifting yourself from off the couch to hug the girl, letting your phone fall into the cracks of your couch in the process. “Hey.” She breaths into the embrace.

“How are you? You enjoying yourself?” you ask, you've gotta be a good host, although you've asked the same questions over ten times now when greeting each person. But, with Mack you don't mind all that much. She's one of the more tolerable socialites you know, and maybe even a friend if you dared.

“I’m doing good, and uh. Yeah! I just got here a little bit ago, saw Dina and everything. I love the new place.” she answers, looking around the room at the last part to take in the space once more.

“That's good, and thanks. Dina and I have been really enjoying it.” Flashing her a polite smile. “She was actually the one to push the idea of a New Years Eve party.” You're creating conversation that you're not sure you want to create.

“Well it's a nice party. You guys really went all out with the decorations.” Motioning to all the gold and black decorations littering the living space.

You hum, forcing another smile, “Why don't we sit down? I heard you just joined a startup from Jonesy, congratulations!” And there you've done it.

Out of your sight, Ellie shuffles into the apartment, searching for either your or Dina.

“Ellie!” A familiar voice yells over the chatter, Ellie looks out to see a tan hand up surfing through the crowd, it’s Dina. She pulls Ellie in for a hug, and she wraps her unoccupied hand around Dina.

“Hey.” Ellie’s greeting was faint, something only Dina could hear.

“Was worried you were gonna flake.” An elbow nudges into Ellie’s side, and she squirms, swatting Dina away.

“Wouldn't miss it for the world.” she grimaces, green eyes flickering around the sea of people packed into the small space.

“Yeah, I’d hunt you down if you did.” Dina��s words are playful, but there's some truth to them. Ellie focuses back on the girl in front of her, and she remembers the beer in her hand.

“Oh, I bought some beer.” Lifting up the case and showing it off.

“Great! Can never have too much of it.” Taking a hold of the case from the brunette and walking to the kitchen. Ellie follows after her, watching as Dina opens the fridge and places the case of beer next to another one, the one she knows one of your fancy friends brought, the one she likes. It makes her chuckle thinking that her case of beer will feel at home with the rest of the alcohol in the fridge.

“Did you want one?” Dina asks, still bent into the fridge.

“Yeah.”

Dina reaches and grabs a beer, extending her arm to Ellie. But upon one look, “Not that one, the one I bought.”

Dina removes her head from the fridge to stand up straight, questionably eyeing her. “I bought it with my money so I’m going to drink it.” Ellie shrugs.

“Whatever you say.” Dina mumbles, placing the beer back and grabbing the one from the other case, handing it to Ellie; she says a quick ‘Thanks’ looking behind her on the counter she's leaning against, grabbing a bottle opener and piping it open, pocketing the top in her jeans pocket taking a swig of the drink.

“Uh, where's roomie?” It's an ice breaker she tells herself.

Dina pouts, leaning so she looks over Ellie's figure into the open space living area that's completely filled with people. She shrugs as she sets herself back in place. “She's somewhere in there, y’know how she is.”

“Yeah, I do.” Taking another, longer swig of her beer.

"So," Dina begins. Ellie squints at her, the look in Dina's brown eyes tells her something is up. "Who are you kissing tonight?" Of course.

Ellie swallows. "Who are you kissing tonight?" She's deflecting, but she's also genuinely curious.

Dina looks off somewhere then back at Ellie. "I'm sure I can find someone. Now, stop deflecting. Who are you kissing?"

She rolls her eyes at the stupid question. "You know the answer. No one." It's been no one for years, it would be something she's embarrassed about but she's too used to it to feel that way. A reason she didn't want to attend the party, she didn't want to have to come face to face with the fact that she's so content with feeling alone, even when there's countless people who kiss other people with no strings attached on a night like December 31st; Ellie just couldn't do it.

Dina could see the question get under her friend's skin, the aversion of her gaze as it flickers around, focusing on anything but Dina, and the hand layer unoccupied on her jeans, a nimble finger scratching at the fabric. "Okay, okay. Stay lonely and un-kissed, loser."

Lifting herself up from leaning on the counter, "Have fun finding someone random to kiss." Ellie swings her beer up in the air, a solute to Dina's findings. The moment she turns her back to Dina she feels a twinge of regret, maybe she's being too sensitive about the topic. . . Nah. She knew what her friend was trying to insinuate when asking who she's kissing tonight, and with her hounding to know if she has a crush on you, it's too much. Ellie Williams isn't kissing anyone on New Year's Eve and she doesn't have a crush on you.

Your butt feels numb, you hadn't moved much since you sat down in an effort to seem interested in whatever Mack is talking about. It's routine really, ask someone about something recent, often something new or life changing and the person will talk your ear off, litter a few Ah's and Oh, Really's?, maybe a few questions of your own if you're feeling frisky. But, at this point you're starting to worry about how long someone could possibly talk about a startup.

Stretching your neck side to side you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, opening them to put your attention back on Mack. And as quickly as it happens, you lose it. Eyes roaming the window you were staring out of just a few days ago, you couldn't see it about an hour ago, you guess people have congregated elsewhere. You're just about to focus on the girl sitting in front of you, again, till a bright little flickering flame catches your eye. Squinting as you watch the flame be brought to something then be gone, the moonlight and the city lights allow you to see silhouette, Ellie.

Turning back to Mack, you place a warm hand on her knee, "I'm really sorry, Mack. But, I think Dina is calling me." you lie, a very tiny fabricated lie that shouldn't hurt her too much. Rising from the couch and walking towards the window.

"Oh, but—" Mack's head twists behind her, a finger pointing to the opposite side of the room where Dina's at, talking to a few people.

Both you and Dina had thought it was a good idea to keep the balcony window open during the party, knowing that everyone would be packed in tightly together and some fresh cool air could keep the environment comfortable. The sheer blinds flap from the wind and you catch them, entering the balcony, but not quite. You were right, now faced with the back of Ellie staring down to the city streets, taking drags of the cigarette she just lite, expelling the smoke to let it be carried away by the wind and be swirled around. Everything about her is so signature, from her half up half down hairstyle, the chunky tan jacket she wears everywhere, the jeans she has on, down to the boots she exchanged during the winter season instead of wearing her converse; and there's a beer at her feet.

"Smoking and drinking? Pick a struggle." You remark, folding your arms over each other.

Ellie's startled by your voice, again. Turning around to see you standing in the opening of the window. The sheer cream blind sway behind you, but the moonlight illuminates to make them appear brighter, it gives you a halo that hitches Ellie's breath. And there's a toothy grin on your face, it's a telltale that you're clearly teasing her.

She tears her gaze away from you and turns back around to lean on the railing of the balcony, nodding her head.

The grin on your face drops at Ellie's action, and there's a few short clicks of your footsteps before you're also leaning against the railing next to her. "Was it too far?" you ask, in a softness close to a whisper.

Ellie turns to you, brows furrowed. "No, I just um—" She eyes the cigarette between her fingers, bad habits die hard. "My New Year's resolution is to quit." she stated, she doesn't exactly know when she decided this, but she always felt the need to say something unnecessary around you in hopes to impress you.

Your eyes widen at her words, "Oh, wow, Ellie. That's huge." you beamed, you feel proud to know this, and you wonder if Dina knows about her resolution. "You know we're all here for you."

Ellie huffs out another drag, she does it by looking in the opposite direction from you. "Yeah, I know." she agreed, turning back to you. "It's going to be fucking hard, been smoking for years."

"You're strong, Ellie. It is going to be hard, but again, just please remember that you have a support system. Even if you don't want to go to Dina or whoever, I know we're not super close, but I'm here." You're sincere in your words, and you just hope Ellie can tell that you are. Comfortable silence, or as close to silence falls over the two of you, eye contact not breaking as you gaze into each other. As Ellie looks at you she lets your words soak in, everything about you is soft right now; the kiss of your lashes on your cheeks when you blink, the small smile on your face and how it reached your eyes causing them to twinkle, the faint aroma of your perfume, to your words. Just alone with your comforting words she likes to think she could quit smoking cold turkey, despite knowing she'd probably roll over and die if she did.

"Thank you." A smile now mirrors yours. And in response yours stretches wider, a silent, No problem. "What are you doing out here?"

"Needed a breather." You needed more than a breather, you needed to escape from the Hell that is uninteresting conversations.

"You got one." She quips, she's sure you have better things to do, better things to talk to than her.

Your eyebrows rise, you weren't expecting a response like that. "Are you trying to get rid of me, Williams?" Quirking your head to the side. Feelings of Ellie not liking you come washing back, and your body burns, but she said she does like you, and you trust her.

"Not a chance." She confirms.

"Sounds like you are." You press, still hung up on such a response.

"I would never." Ellie consoled, she feels bad for her snarky remark, so she places emphasis on the word never. "It's just that—" She stops mid sentence, your sharp gaze waiting for the next thing to come out of her mouth, she feels hot and looks away for a moment, releasing the hand on the railing to come up and pull at her collar before smoothing to rub at her neck. "I just thought you'd be doing your socialite thing right now."

"Why does everyone keep calling me that?" You groan, and everyone as in Dina and now Ellie.

"What? You are." she proclaimed.

"Not by much," you grumble, looking down to the streets of the city. "Can I confess something to you?"

Ellie walks around you, to the little table and chair you and Dina had set up on the balcony, you could only fit those two things without taking up the entire balcony, so whenever the two of you come out here one sits on the chair and the other sits on the metal staircases. She buds out her cigarette into the ashtray Dina keeps outside before returning to her spot next to you. "My lips are sealed."

"I don't really like my life." you admit. It's a heavy topic that's been looming over your head in dark clouds. You would have talked to Dina about it, but she thinks your life is the best thing ever, and you know if given the chance she'd gladly jump into your shoes, and you'd let her.

"Oh."

"Yeah." you sigh, "Sorry if it's too much. I don't have many people to talk about this to." This is a bad idea.

"No, it's not, trust me. I just don't know if I'm the best person to talk to this about," She feels under qualified to talk about such a topic with you, although she understands the feeling all too well. "maybe Dina will?"

"Dina won't understand."

"Ah." she acknowledges, she agrees with that. "What's the matter?"

"I just feel unhappy and unfulfilled." you say, and you feel ungrateful doing so. "I shouldn't be that's the thing."

"How so?"

"Because, I guess I have everything. And I'm lucky and thankful." You break, collecting your thoughts. "But it's like everything I do is to please others. I'm tired."

Ellie frowns. She thinks of a decent way to try and comfort you, but each one doesn't sound right, and she doesn't want something she says to make you feel worse; there's even a passing thought of pulling you into a hug, but she decides against it; you guys aren't there quite yet. "Fuck that." A little brash, but she hopes it'll get the message across.

Your face scrunches up and you let out a breathy laugh. "What?" Confusion written all over your face from Ellie's response.

"Fuck that. Fuck people pleasing. And fuck not being happy your life." You're startled by her words, not knowing where she's trying to go with what she's saying; Ellie doesn't know where she's going either. She reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out her phone, "It's 11:43, and we're leaving all that bullshit in the past in about 16 minutes. You're turning a new leaf in 2025." she retorted, feeling a new kind of adrenaline from her words.

You break out into a loud laughter, sure enough that the few people walking on the streets could hear you, but positive enough that no one inside the apartment could hear you. Ellie watches you fit, laughing a little herself, but not too much to take in the scene in front of her. You; mouth wide, curled open, cheeks plump as the press up into your closed eyes, the little birthmarks on your face and how they move as you express joy, she's taken aback by you.

When you calm down, there's still some giggles exiting your mouth. "Fuck all that."

A weight is lifted from off Ellie's shoulders, she twists and leans over the balcony railing. "Fuck all that!" she yells into the night.

You follow her actions. "Fuck all that!" you repeat louder.

A random person on the street heard the two of you and yells in retaliation. "Shut the fuck up!" their booming voice roars, but it only makes you and Ellie whip your heads to each other and erupt into a shared fit of laughter.

The two of you lean on each other to have support from the full belly laughs you guys are having. Ellie brings a finger to swipe at her eyes, "God, I'm crying." she croaks out. But you notice commotion happening inside, and you sober up from laughing quickly.

"You hear that?"

Ellie turns to look into the apartment just as you're doing, she can't see much, but she can hear the countdown.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Ellie stays strained looking, the blind are sheer enough, and there's still wind picking them up and flapping them, so she's able to see everyone inside with little party gadgets and jumping up and down as they count. "Well happy-" Words leave her mouth when she feels a hand on her cheek, pushing her to turn it to look back at you. Her green eyes widen when she feels the tip of your noses touch.

Three.

Two.

One.

It doesn't take much to move just a smidge closer, and kiss Ellie, letting your eyes flutter shut. Fireworks rocket off inside Ellie's head and her body tenses, this was the last thing she expected to happen, but her panicked state begins to match your relaxed one, a hand coming up to cup at your jaw, while the other comes to rest on your waist, pulling you further into her. She swears your lips is the softest thing she's ever felt, the way at which you two kiss has her chasing for more.

The noises of cheers rings through your ears, and you're the one who lets up first, giggling when Ellie still has her eyes closed, leaning into you for another kiss. You swipe a finger along her bottom lip, breaking the string of saliva that connected you two.

When her eyes peer open again, they're dazed, probably much like yours. "Happy New Year." you whisper, a coy smile on your face.

You watch as Ellie seems to remember something, and you're disappointed to feel her touch be removed from your body. She stuffs both her hands in her jacket pocket, like she couldn't remember which one she put an item in. And she lets out a little Ah Ha, as she pulls out a golden statue, or trophy. She hands it to you, and you take it in your hands, examining it, there's a little ripped piece of paper taped on the stand of the trophy with Ellie's scribble handwriting on it.

#1 Trooper of Dina's Shenanigans

"Happy New Year."

You caress the little trophy, holding on to it, and looking back up at Ellie.

2025 is going to be a good year.

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[plaidcowboy]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ⊹ law breakers

content: you know rafe tends to do ‘bad’ things, so wanting to be like him, you prompt for you guys to ‘break a law’

author stamp: such a rebel

you anxiously chewed on your lip while staring at rafe. was it his arms? his personality? what made him so good at being bad? you could be bad. maybe not steal-a-cross or get-into-fights bad, but definitely bad. you had no problem with the differences between you and rafe. he’d get into aggressive interactions. you’d rather slowly walk away while pretending no one can see you. he’d push around someone who teased you. you’d throw a rock to the ground with a huff in frustration. then tell rafe of course.

“and what’d you say?”

“um.. i dont think i did”

“‘s okay, i know it made you upset. ‘m glad you told me”

but never mind that, rafe was never upset with you when you told him, and that doesn’t even matter right now, you could totally be bad. you once stayed up past your mental bedtime by five whole minutes. granted, you were waiting for rafe’s goodnight text, but still. you even once put the wrong thing into recycling. well it was because you were too busy staring at the store in front of you while shopping and were too excited to get there while tugging rafe’s arm with your opposite hand. it was an accident and after leaving the store and realizing what you did, you felt bad about it for three days. but you still did it..? you’re not sure if that counts.

“what’s troubling you, baby?”

blinking from your stare at the floor absentmindedly, you glanced up to rafe, not realizing he had noticed your daze and your eyes had wandered from him.

“we should break a law” you blurted. rafe’s brow tilted while his mouth slowly lifted into a grin in the corner. “a law, huh?” he asked with slight amusement to his tone, but you paid no mind, rushing to get out your thought, scared rafe might not like your idea.

“yes, like jaywalking. that’s super bad, i’ve seen people do it” you shook your head in a nod, making yourself confident about your idea. rafe stood from his chair behind his desk, coming around it to lean on the front, crossing his arms and legs. his tongue poked the inside of his mouth in thought, his brow now tilted in a way that signified he was intrigued by what you were prompting you guys to badly do.

“huh” his chest rose slightly with his laughing scoff. was he laughing at you? your possibly terrible idea by how scary it started to sound to your ears? you began to redact the prompt the same moment rafe pushed off the desk and walked towards your chair in his office where you sometimes sat while rafe worked, either watching him, or doing your own thing while enjoying his usual silent and very focused company.

he kneeled to your height in the chair and grabbed the sides of your face, staring intensely into your eyes. “are you sure? this could be a little dangerous” your eyes widened in trepidation at his sudden serious demeanor. of course you knew jaywalking included cars and the street. you’d watched people do it enough without getting hurt. you wouldn’t get hurt either.

you nodded in rafe’s grasp. “yes. yes, i think so” you were determined now. rafe was okay with the idea and if you had a moment to hesitate, you probably wouldn’t do it. rafe nodded along with you. “alright, let’s get going” he stood and began walking towards the door.

you stood as well, turning to rafe. “wait! do we need anything?” rafe spun to look at you, the tilted eyebrow and tongue poke back. “need anything? what d’you think we’re doing, robbing a bank?” he quietly chuckled. robbing a bank. that was a good idea, you should’ve thought of that one. “no, we don’t need anything. now come on, let’s be quick so we don’t get caught.”

right. harry’s code. you got it. you sped walked to his outstretched hand, taking it in yours. rafe took off in a jog, treading down the stairs, out the door of his house, on the grass, past his parked car, then out the gate. you giggled at his speed and unpredicted excitement to jaywalk with you. this idea of yours was so good. your guy’s feet skidded to a stop at the side walk. rafe looked back and forth to make sure the street was clear, then back to you who lightly gripped his hand and peaked at the street over his shoulder.

“you ready?” you quickly nodded, a smile blooming on your face, matching rafe’s. then you two were off. running across the street where no cars were passing by or were even near.

making it across, you both stopped with slight huffs. rafe’s more faked, wanting you to think the run had took a lot out of him. it didn’t. yours real from exhaust from the run and adrenaline. “woah!” you exclaimed. “that was exhilarating!”

rafe laughed at your reaction, grabbing your face again, still fake panting. “we did it, we just broke the law” he smiled down at you.

you gasped in fear, suddenly remembering what you just made you two do. “oh my gosh, rafe, we broke the law.”

[strawberrystepmom]

bakugou x f!reader. part 2 of a mini series called by heart. part 1 can be found here. cw: mentions of alcohol, implied sexual content, weddings. | word count: 1.7k, reading time: ~10 minutes

The welcome dinner went off without a hitch. The bride and groom sat next to each other, glowing and in love and sneaking glances the entire evening. Several other bridal party members and assorted early arrivals joined the soon to be newlyweds, yourself, and a very frosty Katsuki. You pushed bangs belonging to a very drunk Shinsou Hitoshi off of his face to help him see and sent him off to the elevator safely. That call a member of the bridal party very nearly made to her ex while she was kind of drunk and missing him? Thwarted thanks to the communal pep talk she was given before you took her up to her room.

There will always be small dramas whenever the entirety of your group of friends is in one room, usually ones that everyone communally knows about. The issue is that nobody knows about what happened between you and Katsuki so the tension seems kind of out of nowhere.

“You were like all over him the last time, what happened?” Ashido asked you with a sigh while you waved her off and opted to remove the heat from yourself by asking her about her relationship status. 

If she’s noticed you know it’s going to become an unavoidable issue if the two of you cannot talk it out. The need to just get past it influenced your decision to invite him into the hotel bar with you to start with, as bad of an idea as it’s proving to be. Public is probably not the best venue to have a personal conversation but you know he doesn’t want you in his room and you definitely don’t want him back in yours and this bar is just intimate enough it’s unlikely anyone will overhear unless they’re trying very hard. 

“Are you going to actually talk or are we going to sit here and watch each other drink all night?”

Despite yourself, you laugh at his annoyance. It’s funny that he thinks he has the right to be at all when he’s the one who created this shitstorm to begin with. 

“If anyone should start us off, it should be you. You’re the one who left.”

Groaning, he opens his mouth to speak. You stop him, putting your hand out, suddenly feeling emboldened enough to make the first move despite the pit it creates in your gut.

“I never thought you were that type of person. Every other man, of course because that’s just how men behave. You, though?”

With a head shake, you lift your glass and tilt until the rim is almost fully touching your mouth to truly pull every last bit of vodka from the bottom of it. 

You won’t let him see how much what you’ve perceived as his rejection has affected you. It’s the mantra you’ve been repeating since boarding your flight this morning even though you did cry on the way to the airport, silently and alone.

It’s stupid to cry or be upset at all but it could be that a bit of you hoped that he saw you as special and still does to this day. Unfortunately him coming as close as he’s ever come to fucking you and subsequently running pretty much convinced you the opposite is true. So you’ve cried and asked your friend who is set to be a beautiful bride in two days what she thinks and she’s told you that you need to be the one to talk to him about it and you’ve been stubborn and she’s been irritated and now you’re here, using sheer will to keep yourself from crying and poorly attempting to lap up severely watered down vodka to make up for the courage you naturally lack.

Sliding your glass onto the bar, you place your elbow atop the counter as well and rest your chin against your balled fist. 

“Not you, Katsuki. And I guess it could really be that I never knew you at all so feel free to tell me I’ve always been wrong at any time – it just kind of feels like shit to uh, get played by the one guy you hope won’t do it.”

Averting your eyes, you keep them toward the back of the bar. You really don’t want to look at him right now, aware of what that pitiful look on his face that he keeps trying to hide with a grimace will do if you look at it for too long. You aren’t world class when it comes to being a boundary enforcer and it would take very, very, very little for him to get back into your good graces. 

Something like a tiny, little, so minute and small you can barely picture it…

“I’m sorry.”

Exhaling loudly through your nose when he says the very small words you’ve been hoping to hear, you now are left considering how to accept them gracefully. It would be a lie to tell him you haven’t been aching and lying is something you aren’t in the business of doing very often so you don’t want to let him off the hook that easily. 

You open your mouth to speak and he stops you this time, raising his free hand while he cradles his half drained glass in the other.

“This makes no sense and I’m not sure how to say it but I feel like I forget how to act when you’re around.”

Tilting your head to the side curiously, you look at his glass and then back at him but he only harrumphs at your insinuation. 

“I’m not drunk right now, this is barely even a drink to begin with,” he swings his crystal glass around with a frown. “Every time we’re together I feel like someone else. You keep me up all night talking and I never tell you to stop or that I don’t care because for some inexplicable reason, I do give a shit even if this is the only time we see each other. And my god you do this fucking thing…”

He trails off, setting his glass down on the bar beside yours to try and contort his face into the best version of yours that he can. There’s something uniquely hilarious about seeing such a stoic man forcefully widen his eyes, looking around the mostly empty bar coquettishly and blinking. Pressing your palm over your mouth to stifle a cackle, you shake your head and he throws his hands up and leans in, the tip of his nose shockingly close to yours while his expression falls back into its natural state.

“I don’t speak eye contact. What the hell does that mean? What do you want from me?”

Your head remains tilted but the lightness in your expression falls, your eyebrows furrowing.

“I mean, what I want from you is friendship? Someone to talk to and hang out with outside of these shitty, hectic wedding weekends?” Scoffing, you desperately look around the bar to locate the tender and order another drink. “God, is that really what you wanted to say to make this whole thing right?”

The man sighs, defeatedly.

“No and if you’d listen to me you would know it.”

All you do is shrug, blink wildly, and lean in his direction to emphasize how ridiculous you find what he’s saying. 

”Okay awesome, well I am listening and now all I know is that I make you late for bedtime when we hang out. That still doesn’t tell me why you left that night.” 

Pinned by his inability to say the find even a slightly right thing to say, he recalls why he didn’t want to have this conversation with you at all and originally planned to dodge and avoid as much as possible over the course of the weekend. Granted he has had over a year to come up with a decent lie and hasn’t. He could also pretend to be the asshole everyone seems to think he is and just brush it off. Something keeps him from veering into flippant behavior and it’s an urge to protect your feelings as a means to say thank you for the good memories even if the two of you do not make a single one to add to the scrapbook during your best friends’ shared wedding. 

Finally convinced that you’ve intimidated him enough, you lean back against the chair and cast a glance that screams ‘your move’ so loudly the childish version of him that still lingers in the back of his head on occasion wants to scream it right back. Blessedly, he’s more in control of himself and chooses instead to say what has been heavy on his heart since the early morning hours he left your side knowing he’d be hurting someone he cares about in the process.

“Because if I stayed we would have probably ended up going all the way and I didn’t want us to do that while we were drunk, alright?” Setting his glass down with a thud, he rises from the barstool. “You can believe me or not if you want to but I'm done talking about it. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. Have a good night.”

You watch his every move despite remaining practically stuck to your chair and inside your feelings, his thick fingers digging into his pocket for his wallet to slap a few paper bills down onto the bar in an effort to continue behaving like the man you used to assume he is. 

None of what he said explains why he jumped to the nuclear option of leaving yet there would be no reason for him to lie about something so significant when you’re already pissed off. Even your instincts are telling you that this is the honesty you’ve been hoping to eventually receive. 

“Katsuki.” He looks up from his hands when you say his name, eyebrows raised and mouth drawn into an unamused line. “I believe you.”

He nods though it doesn’t seem like he necessarily believes you and turns to exit, leaving you with little besides more questions.

For instance: has he thought about what it would be like to have sex with you sober before? 

It’s the most insufferably shallow thing to take away from what was said, barebones as it was and truthfully it’s less about what his words were and more about the uncharacteristically sheepish and hurried manner in which he spoke them - like he was making a confession and not an apology.

Shaking your head, you rise just as he did and toss your own cash down on the bar. At bare minimum you can say that the mutual axe sharpening appears to have ceased for now.

[snowrubies]

Language Barrier

Fem!reader x Twice (mainly Sana)

Genre: Extremely fluffy and comedic

Warnings: none

Synopsis: You speak Korean perfectly, but Twice doesn't know that.

"Again? You need better staff," you say into the phone, exasperated. Your friend works in sound design for various concerts and often calls you when yet another member of the culinary or courtesy staff flakes out or quits without warning. It’s not a particularly difficult job, and the pay is decent. Plus, waiting on celebrities can be amusing—you get to see sides of them most people don’t.

"Well, you live so close, and we both know you’re not exactly swimming in plans, loser," she shoots back playfully.

"Fine, fine. Time, place, and dress code?" you reply, already rifling through your closet for the outfit she convinced you to buy "just in case."

"Same concert hall as last time. Be there at 10 AM for setup. White shirt, black pants. Bring them to change into, so you don’t ruin your good ones. Hair and makeup are your choice, but trust me—you’ll want to look good." There’s a sly undertone in her voice that sets off alarm bells. She’s hiding something.

"As if I ever try to look bad in front of celebrities," you grumble, glancing at your bedside clock. It’s 8:30—barely enough time to get ready, grab a quick lunch, and make it downtown. "Well, at least this time I have an hour. That’s better than last time’s 'get here now' panic."

"I’m learning," she says with faux innocence. Then, softer, "Thanks for doing this. See you soon."

You hang up and spring into action. First, leggings and a basic T-shirt for the commute. You pack your good clothes—crisp white shirt, black pants, and the shoes she always insists are "fancy enough." Hair comes next: rollers for quick curls while you keep your makeup simple. Neutral eyeshadow, a touch of blush, a dab of highlight—just enough to feel put together without going full glam. You're not the one under the spotlight, after all.

Time slips away faster than you expect. By the time your hair is pinned loosely at the crown of your head—not a bun, too stiff—you’ve got only ten minutes left. No time for anything fancy, so you toss hot dogs and mac and cheese in the microwave. The true lunch of champions. It’s not exactly a Michelin-star meal, but you figure you’ll sneak some of the event catering later.

You scarf down what you can grab your phone, keys, and bag, and head out the door.

You saw the signs as you were pulling into the back parking lot of the space. Your friend had conveniently forgotten to tell you just who you'd be waiting on, or even exactly what you'd be doing. She couldn't exactly hide the giant LED billboard with nine beautiful women you definitely more than recognized on it advertising tonight's concert. Even if she could, once inside the backdoor of the venue there was a staggering amount of Korean people and Hangul posted on doors and in hallways that'd give you a clue. You sent her a quick text saying where you were so she could give you today's assignment, and so you could jump down her throat for not telling you you'd be waiting on Twice. Just your favorite girl group ever.

She found you backstage by one of the many different locked rooms. "Hey best frieeend," she drew out in a singsongy way going in for a hug.

You weaved out of her hold, " Oh no. You've lost hug privileges. When exactly were you going to tell me it was Twice?"

"I said you'd want to look nice," she giggled. All part of her master plan.

"You are the worst," you muttered, trying to sound angry despite the giddy energy coursing through you. "What am I even doing? Don’t tell me I’m stuck running drinks or something."

"Relax," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "I may have mentioned you know Korean, so you’ll mostly be on standby in case they need anything. Food, water, minor stuff like that. You’re not serving tables or anything formal. Just be polite, stay professional, and don’t freak out."

"Freak out? Me?" you said with a nervous laugh. "Never. Definitely not having a full-blown internal meltdown right now."

"Good," she smirked, handing you a badge and a quick rundown of the evening. "You’ll do great. Oh, and try not to stare. They’re even prettier in person." With that, she spun on her heel and disappeared down the hallway, leaving you alone to process the fact that you were about to be in the same room as TWICE.

Taking a deep breath, you clipped the badge onto your shirt and adjusted your outfit one last time. Time to get it together. No fangirling. Just act cool, calm, and totally collected. Easy, right?

You refused to just sit and wait twiddling your thumbs until they arrived. You exchanged some pleasantries with the catering people and helped them set up snack trays and water bottles in the green room for Twice. They would be here soon for a sound check. Actual sound check, not the fake two to three-song warm-up open to the VIP fans. After that, they had some time to eat and in general hang around while getting their hair, makeup, and costumes done.

The green room looked cozy but professional, with plush chairs, a makeup station, and a neatly arranged buffet table laden with fruit, finger sandwiches, and those perfectly packaged snacks you always imagined celebrities lived on. The catering staff smiled appreciatively as you adjusted the placement of a tray.

You went to go change into your nicer clothes and tiny black kitten heels. You had just enough time to stash your bag somewhere out of sight before everyone started moving franticly.

The door to the green room creaked open, and in walked TWICE.

Nayeon led the group, her smile lighting up the room as she exchanged a few words with a staff member. Behind her, the rest of the group filed in, chatting amongst themselves in soft Korean. You froze for a moment, clutching a water bottle in your hand, trying to look casual as your heart raced.

“Wow, they really went all out for this,” Dahyun said in Korean, gesturing toward the snack table. “I don’t think we’ve ever had this much fruit before.”

Chaeyoung smirked. “Dahyun, you’d say that even if it was just an apple and a banana.”

Tzuyu leaned toward Mina, her voice soft and melodic looking at the monitor in the corner. “The stage lighting looks amazing, doesn’t it? It feels so warm.”

Mina nodded, her tone thoughtful. “It’s perfect. I think the fans will love it.”

They began to spread out, scanning the room and chatting in their small groups. You tried to stay focused, pretending to adjust the water bottles while listening intently.

“Excuse me,” a gentle voice interrupted your thoughts. You looked up to see Sana standing a few feet away, a curious smile on her face. “Uh… water?” she asked in English, her accent charmingly thick as she gestured toward the bottles.

You quickly picked one up and handed it to her, forcing a polite smile. “Yes, here you go,” you said, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

“Thank you,” she said brightly, taking the bottle. “Nice...” She motioned toward the snack table and gave you a small thumbs-up before returning to the group.

Meanwhile, Jeongyeon had wandered toward a catering staff member, her English more deliberate but clear. “This… for us?” she asked, pointing at the trays.

“Yes,” the staff member replied. “It’s all for you. Please help yourselves.”

Jeongyeon nodded, looking impressed. “Very nice. Thank you.”

Nayeon, ever the social butterfly, spotted you lingering by the table. “Hello!” she greeted cheerfully in English, making you jump slightly. “You… work here?”

You nodded quickly. “Yes. I’m just helping with the setup today.”

“Ah, good job!” she said with a grin, her Korean accent giving the words a playful lilt. “This… all looks very good.”

“Thank you,” you managed, heat rushing to your cheeks.

As they settled in, their conversations switched fluidly between Korean and broken English, depending on who they were speaking to. Jihyo exchanged a few words with the event coordinator about the schedule, effortlessly mixing both languages.

“Soundcheck… now?” she asked, her English with large pauses but clear.

“Soon,” the coordinator replied. “You have a little time to eat first.”

“Good,” Jihyo said, nodding firmly before turning back to the group to relay the information in Korean.

The room buzzed with warmth and activity, their laughter mixing with the casual chatter of staff members. You couldn’t help but feel awestruck by how approachable they were, even as global superstars. Every interaction, whether in Korean or English, only made them feel more human—and somehow, even more dazzling.

As the group began to relax, you continued tidying up the snack table, doing your best to stay invisible. But you couldn’t help overhearing their conversations—especially the ones you weren’t supposed to understand.

“Did you see her?” Sana murmured to Nayeon in Korean, her voice low but full of curiosity.

“Who?” Nayeon replied, leaning slightly toward her.

“That staff member by the table,” Sana said, nodding subtly in your direction. “They’re really pretty, don’t you think?”

Nayeon glanced at you for a brief moment, her eyes sparkling with amusement before she turned back to Sana. “Oh, I noticed,” she said with a sly smile. “They’re very elegant. It’s rare to see someone like that working backstage.”

Dahyun, catching wind of the conversation, leaned in with a mischievous grin. “What are you two whispering about?”

Nayeon waved her off playfully. “Nothing. Just admiring the staff here. Very organized, very… visually pleasing.”

Chaeyoung raised an eyebrow, overhearing as well. “Wait, are you all talking about them?” she asked, her tone teasing as she subtly gestured toward you. “Yeah, they’re cute. I noticed earlier.”

You kept your head down, pretending to focus on rearranging the water bottles, but your cheeks were burning. Hearing them talk about you like that, assuming you didn’t understand a word, made your heart race.

Mina joined the conversation with a small, approving nod. “I agree. There’s something… calm about them. It’s nice.”

Jihyo laughed softly. “You all sound like you’re picking a favorite contestant on a reality show. Be professional.” But even she glanced your way with a subtle smile, clearly not immune to the group’s observations.

Tzuyu, ever the quiet observer, finally chimed in. “They do seem kind,” she said simply, her voice soft but sincere.

Sana giggled, leaning closer to Dahyun. “Should we talk to them more? Maybe invite them to hang out later?”

“Stop it,” Nayeon said, feigning exasperation. “They’re working! Don’t make it awkward.”

You busied yourself even more, carefully pretending you had no idea what was being said, but every word made your chest tighten with a mix of embarrassment and giddy disbelief. They thought you were pretty. TWICE thought you were pretty.

“Do you think they know Korean?” Chaeyoung asked suddenly, tilting her head.

“Doubt it,” Dahyun replied. “They haven’t reacted to anything we’ve said.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. It took everything in you to keep your expression neutral, even as their words replayed in your head.

"Should we test it?" Chaeyoung asked. "Say something outrageous and see if she reacts?"

Jihyo came over and playfully slapped Chaeyoungs arm. "Don't be mean. She's probably just nervous. Leave her be."

She couldn't let it go. Chaeyoung wandered over to you. Your hands meticulously move bottles fractions of inches repeatedly. "You...very busy hun?" She managed in broken English.

You glanced at her, smiled politely, and nodded speaking slower than normal so she could catch more of it. "Yes, keeping things organized for you."

“Good,” she replied, her tone teasing as she switched back to Korean. “So professional. I think we’re making her nervous.”

“You’re making ME nervous,” Nayeon quipped, rolling her eyes. “Stop messing around. You’re going to scare her away.”

Sana, however, seemed utterly unfazed. “But seriously,” she said, her tone lowering as she addressed the group in Korean, “look at her hair and outfit. So well put together. Not to mention her face. It’s impressive.”

Dahyun smirked. “You’re really taken with her, huh?”

“Who wouldn’t be?” Sana shot back. “It’s not every day you meet someone who looks like they walked out of a drama while setting up a snack table.”

This time, you couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at your lips. You turned your back to them, pretending to check on the fruit tray, hoping they didn’t catch the slight quirk of your expression.

“Did she just smile?” Momo whispered, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I think she might understand us.”

“No way,” Dahyun said, shaking her head. “She’s been quiet this whole time. Probably just coincidence.”

Still, the idea seemed to spark a new level of intrigue among the group. Jeongyeon, who had been sitting quietly, glanced at you and said in English, “You… like music?”

Caught off guard, you hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Me? Yes, I do. Your music is quite good.”

“Thanks,” she said simply, her smile warm but brief. Then she turned back to the group and said in Korean, “See? She’s nice and a fan. Let’s not overwhelm her.”

Tzuyu, who had been observing everything silently, finally spoke up. “Maybe we should invite her to the show later. Watch in the wings,” she said in Korean.

“Really?” Jihyo asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Why not?” Tzuyu shrugged. “It’d be a nice gesture.”

You pretended not to hear, focusing on folding some napkins, but your heart felt like it was doing cartwheels. If they followed through with that idea, how were you supposed to stay composed?

Sana waved you over pulled up her translator app and typed out, 'Would you like to watch the show from backstage?' but when the electronic voice read it out in English it came out as 'Do you want to see the show behind the scenes?'

You understood it regardless. You stared at her phone then back at her then back down again and just nodded thanking her. "Really? Yes, yes, please. Thank you."

Momo smirked. "Ok, that was adorable."

Sana grabbed your hands and smiled wide genuinely happy that you seemed so interested. When she let go you scurried back to behind the table blushing like a mad woman with your fingers twirling around each other.

"I stand corrected. That's the cutest thing I've ever seen," Momo said. "Look Sana, you made her all flustered."

You refused to look up now having a convenient reason to be blushy and shy. As you busied yourself with unnecessary adjustments to the napkin display, you could feel the weight of their gazes. The warmth in your cheeks was practically radiating at this point, and no amount of deep breathing seemed to help.

“I think we broke her,” Chaeyoung teased in Korean, earning a chuckle from the group.

“Stop teasing,” Jihyo said, though her tone was more amused than scolding. “She agreed, didn’t she? That’s enough for now.”

Sana beamed, her excitement palpable. “I’ll make sure she gets a good spot,” she declared in Korean, clearly thrilled at the prospect of including you in their world, even if only for a little while.

From your side of the room, you peeked up just in time to see Sana still grinning in your direction. It wasn’t the kind of smile you’d expect from a superstar—it was warm, sincere, and oddly grounding. You managed a small wave, which only seemed to delight her further.

As the group settled into their pre-show routine, the flurry of activity grew. Makeup artists and hairstylists began their work, and the atmosphere shifted into one of focused preparation. You tried to keep out of the way, but the occasional glance or kind word from the members reminded you just how surreal this moment was.

Eventually, Nayeon wandered over, her casual confidence as radiant as ever. “You okay?” she asked in English, tilting her head slightly.

“Yes,” you replied quickly, your voice a touch higher than you intended. “Thank you for asking.”

She smiled, her eyes crinkling with genuine amusement. “Good. Don’t let Sana scare you. She… very friendly.”

You chuckled softly, nodding. “I noticed.”

As the minutes ticked by, the group prepared to head to the stage for their private sound check. Just before they left, Sana turned back to you with a quick wave and an encouraging smile. “See you later!” she said in English, her words simple but filled with warmth.

You nodded, managing a quiet, “See you,” in return. As they filed out of the room, you finally allowed yourself to exhale fully. You leaned against the edge of the snack table, your heart still pounding.

As the green room emptied, the flurry of energy faded, leaving you in a blissful yet surreal calm. Twice had just been standing there, talking to you—not at you, not above you, but like you were part of the team. It felt too good to be true, but the slight ache in your cheeks from smiling confirmed that it was very real.

Still, the thought of being invited backstage for the actual concert was almost too much to process. You replayed Sana’s gesture in your mind—the way she grabbed your hands, her bright smile, the genuine excitement in her voice. It was the kind of thing you’d only dreamed about.

After the soundcheck, your friend finally reappeared, looking as smug as ever. “So? How’s my favorite ‘just helping out for the day’ staff member?” she teased, a knowing glint in her eyes.

“You set me up,” you accused, though there wasn’t much heat behind it.

“I did you a favor,” she shot back, crossing her arms. “Come on, you’re freaking out, aren’t you? You met Twice. They love you.”

You hesitated, debating whether to admit how much you’d overheard. “They were… really nice,” you said carefully. “And, uh, they invited me to watch the show from backstage.”

Her eyes widened, and then she burst out laughing. “Oh my god, you’ve been here, like, two hours, and you’re already besties with Twice? That’s iconic.”

“Stop,” you groaned, but her laughter was infectious. “I don’t know how I’m going to keep it together. I mean, Sana literally held my hands, and Nayeon asked if I was okay, and—” You cut yourself off, realizing you were rambling. “I’m doomed.”

“You’re not doomed,” she said, grinning. “You’re lucky. Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position right now?”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I know, I know. It’s just… overwhelming.”

“Well, get used to it,” she said, clapping you on the back. “Because you’re about to have the best night of your life.”

The hours passed in a blur. You helped with final preparations, making sure everything in the green room stayed tidy and well-stocked. The buzz of the venue grew louder as fans began arriving, their excitement palpable even from backstage. The Twice members returned briefly to grab drinks and snacks, their energy shifting into show mode.

Each of them had a way of preparing—Jeongyeon hummed quietly to herself, Jihyo went over notes with a staff member, and Sana, as bubbly as ever, flitted around the room, checking on everyone, including you. Every interaction, no matter how small, leaves you feeling more grounded in the moment as if this surreal experience was meant to happen.

Finally, it was time for the concert. True to her word, Sana guided you to a spot near the wings where you could see the stage without getting in anyone’s way.

“You okay?” she asked again, her tone light but genuinely concerned.

“Yes,” you replied, giving her a small smile. “Thank you.”

Her face lit up, and she gave you a quick thumbs-up before joining the others. Moments later, the lights dimmed, and the roar of the crowd filled the air. You watched in awe as the members took the stage, their presence electrifying. It was one thing to see them perform on a screen, but witnessing their energy, precision, and charisma up close was something else entirely.

From your spot, you could see not only the performance but also the little interactions between the members—the quick glances, the shared smiles, the subtle nods of encouragement. It was a side of them the audience rarely got to see, and it made the experience all the more special.

As the show went on, you found yourself completely immersed, cheering quietly from the sidelines and feeling a sense of pride for a group you’d admired for so long. When Sana caught your eye mid-performance and winked, you nearly melted on the spot.

By the time the concert ended, you were on cloud nine. As the members came backstage, still buzzing with adrenaline, Sana made a beeline for you.

“So? How was it?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Incredible,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for letting me watch.”

She grinned, leaning in slightly. “You’re welcome. It was fun.”

Before you could respond, the rest of the group began filing in, offering you nods, smiles, and even a few casual “thank yous” in passing. Nayeon gave you a quick pat on the shoulder as she walked by, and Jihyo offered a warm, “Good job today.”

As the chaos settled and the members started winding down, your friend appeared again, looking thoroughly pleased with herself.

“See?” she said, nudging you. “I told you this would be the best night of your life.”

The post-concert buzz was palpable, with staff bustling around to pack things up while the members of Twice cooled down, chatting amongst themselves. You stayed in your corner, observing quietly, savoring the memories of the night.

You were carefully arranging water bottles on a nearby table when chaos erupted. A loud crash sounded from the other side of the room, followed by the unmistakable sound of hurried footsteps. One of the backstage doors had been flung open, and a man—clearly not a staff member—was charging toward the group of idols.

Everything happened so fast, but instinct kicked in. You spotted him barreling toward Sana, whose back was turned. Without thinking, you shouted in Korean, "Be careful! Behind you!"

Sana turned just in time to see the man, her eyes wide with alarm. Fortunately, security was already on him, tackling him to the ground before he could get any closer. The room erupted in frantic murmurs, staff rushing in to ensure everyone was okay.

Breathing heavily, you looked around to see Twice staring—more specifically, at you. Jihyo was the first to speak, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. "Wait… you can speak Korean?"

You froze, realizing what had just happened. There was no hiding it now. With a sheepish smile, you nodded. "Yes… a little."

Nayeon let out a loud laugh, slapping her thigh. "A little? You just spoke perfectly!"

Dahyun looked equal parts impressed and amused. "So, you understood everything we said earlier?"

Your cheeks flushed, and you ducked your head slightly. "Yes, I heard it," you admitted, bracing for their reactions.

Momo clapped her hands together, looking delighted. "Why didn’t you say anything? Do you know how awkward we were being?"

Sana stepped closer, her expression a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. "Then… did you hear when I said you were pretty earlier?"

You nodded, your face growing hotter by the second. “Yes, I heard that too.”

The group exploded into laughter, their teasing and playful remarks blending together. Jihyo shook her head, a fond smile on her face. "You’re amazing. You stayed so quiet this whole time."

Chaeyoung grinned mischievously. "So you did understand when I said something weird, huh?"

Trying to lighten the mood, you shrugged. "I was just trying to focus on my work."

Tzuyu smiled softly, her voice calm amidst the laughter. "And you protected us. Thank you."

Her sincere words seemed to settle the room, and Sana reached out to gently squeeze your arm. "Really, thank you. Because of you, nothing bad happened."

Though the teasing didn’t stop entirely, it took on a more affectionate tone. They were clearly impressed—and grateful. As the night wound down, you couldn’t help but feel like the bond you’d formed with the group had deepened unexpectedly and unforgettably.

The room gradually settled as the adrenaline from the incident ebbed away, leaving only the warm hum of conversation and soft laughter. You busied yourself by tidying up the snack table, partly to distract yourself from the knowing glances and teasing smiles still coming your way. Your face was burning, and you couldn’t meet their eyes for too long without feeling like you might combust.

Sana was the first to approach you again, her usual playful smile tinted with genuine shyness this time. She tilted her head slightly, clasping her hands behind her back as she hesitated before speaking. "Um," she started in Korean before switching to English. “You… very brave. Thank you.”

You waved your hands in front of you, flustered. "It—it was nothing, really. I’m just glad everyone’s okay."

Sana giggled softly. "No, you were really cool." She glanced back at the group, who were all watching the interaction with varying degrees of amusement and encouragement. “Uh… do you… have phone?” she asked hesitantly, her accent adorably thick.

You blinked, caught off guard. “My phone?”

Nayeon, who couldn’t resist jumping into the moment, called out in Korean. "You might as well ask for her number!"

Sana whirled around, her cheeks pink. “Unnie!” she scolded before turning back to you, her bashfulness now painfully evident. “I mean… number? For… talking later?” She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, her confidence faltering.

Your heart was pounding as you fumbled for words. “Oh, um, yeah, sure. I can—yeah.” You pulled out your phone, your hands trembling slightly as you unlocked it and handed it to her. Hopefully, fast enough she didn't realize your wallpaper was her.

Sana quickly typed her number in, then smiled shyly as she handed it back to you. “Text me… sometime?”

Before you could respond, Dahyun chimed in with a sly grin. "Should we invite her to our group chat?"

Momo snickered. "Don’t overwhelm her."

“Maybe,” Sana said, glancing at you with a playful smile before joining the group again, leaving you standing there with her number saved in your phone and a heart racing faster than it probably ever had.

As the evening wound down and the group prepared to leave, several of them waved and offered warm goodbyes. Sana lingered just a moment longer, catching your eye as she gave you a small, almost nervous wave. "Good night," she said softly before disappearing with the others.

You stared at your phone again, the contact glowing on the screen like a dream made real. This was a night you’d never forget—and perhaps, the beginning of something even more extraordinary.

[p0orbaby]

can you do a little blurb for leah taking care of reader, they went to skii and reader broke her leg it happened to me but luckily i just sprained it😭

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The house is too quiet, save for the hum of the kettle in the kitchen and the faint creak of Leah padding back and forth across the wooden floors. She’s muttering under her breath, something about how tea cures everything. You’re not convinced. You’re sprawled on the couch like a tragic heroine in a Victorian novel, one leg elevated and encased in an obscene amount of plaster.

You hadn’t even wanted to go skiing. Leah had insisted. “It’ll be fun,” she’d said. “You’ll love it.” And like an idiot, you believed her.

Now, you’re convinced the only thing skiing is good for is humiliation and orthopaedic bills.

“I brought you tea,” Leah announces, placing a mug on the table in front of you with all the delicacy of a bomb disposal expert. She doesn’t sit immediately. Instead, she hovers, hands on hips, like she’s waiting for a thank you that isn’t coming.

You glance at the tea. “I can’t reach it”

Leah sighs dramatically, though you notice the corner of her mouth twitch. “Do you want me to get you a straw?”

“Maybe”

She rolls her eyes but picks up the mug and holds it to your lips like you’re a baby bird. It’s both endearing and mildly infuriating. “You’re so helpless,” she says, but there’s no malice in it.

“I wouldn’t be if someone hadn’t convinced me to strap two planks to my feet and hurl myself down a mountain”

Leah snorts, setting the mug down again. “You were barely off the beginner slope”

“It was steep”

“It was a mild incline,” she counters, but there’s warmth in her voice now, a teasing lilt that makes you want to argue just for the sake of it.

You glare at her, though it’s half-hearted. “You’re enjoying this”

“Not the part where you got hurt,” she says quickly, sitting on the edge of the couch and brushing a strand of hair from your face. “But maybe the part where you have to rely on me for everything”

“Don’t get used to it”

“Oh, I’m treasuring every moment,” she says, her grin infuriatingly smug.

You groan and let your head fall back against the cushions. “I hate this. I can’t do anything. I can’t even wee without help”

“That’s not true,” Leah says brightly. “You managed just fine this morning”

“Only because you held the crutches steady”

“Which I did brilliantly, by the way,” she adds, leaning back and crossing her arms like she’s expecting applause.

You roll your eyes. “Saint Leah of the Crutches. Patron saint of poor, unfortunate souls”

“Exactly.” She reaches for the remote and switches on the TV, flipping aimlessly through channels before settling on a repeat of Bake Off. “You know,” she says, nudging your uninjured foot, “this isn’t so bad. It’s like a little staycation. Except instead of a spa, we’ve got NHS-issued painkillers and bad daytime telly”

You don’t dignify that with a response, choosing instead to stare mournfully at the leg that’s become both a burden and a punchline.

Leah glances at you, her teasing dimming slightly. “Hey,” she says softly. “You’ll be back to normal soon. And then you can tell everyone how brave you were”

“Brave,” you repeat flatly. “I cried when the paramedic cut my ski trousers”

“They were really nice trousers,” she agrees.

“Expensive, too”

“Don’t worry,” Leah says, and there’s that twinkle in her eye again. “I’ll buy you new ones. And maybe some knee pads. Or a bubble wrap suit”

You huff a laugh despite yourself. “You’re annoying”

“But alas, you still love me,” she says, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

You can’t argue with that, so you don’t. Instead, you let her settle beside you, her arm slung around your shoulders, and together you watch Paul Hollywood critique someone’s soggy bottom.

[theocddiaries]

Bruce: I don’t understand why we have to deal with this woman's problems. Jason: Come on, Bruce, you’re always going on about second or thousandth chances, and now you want to throw Harley out on the street? Damian: To be fair, it wouldn't be throwing her out. Just returning her. Dick: Stop being mean. [to Harley]: We’ll go with you to your hearing, okay? Harley: Really? Oh, guys, thank you so much. I owe you my life. I promise I won’t be a burden. MONDAY, 7:00 AM [Harley is asleep on the couch in the living room. She wakes up slowly and suddenly jumps up]. Harley: Oh my God. Oh, no! The trial! The trial! We’re going to miss the trial! [The family comes rushing down the stairs in a panic] Dick: Crap! We overslept. And there's only… [goes to check the clock and notices the calendar above]: …four days until the trial. Bruce: Harley, the trial is on Thursday, and today is Monday. Harley: Hold on… [counting on her fingers]: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Exactly. You could’ve figured that out without waking the rest of us, huh? [snuggles back into the couch]. TUESDAY, 7:30 AM [Harley stretches. She opens her eyes slowly and suddenly jumps up]. Harley: Fuck! The trial! We’re going to miss the trial!!! [The family rushes down the stairs in a panic] Dick: Shit, we overslept! Hurry, get dressed, there are only… [goes to check the clock and notices the calendar]: …wait, it’s Tuesday. Bruce: Harley, your trial is on Thursday! There are three days left. Harley: Hold on… [counting on her fingers]: Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Exactly. Damn it, Bruce, and you couldn’t tell me that at lunch? I was having such a nice dream… [snuggles back into the couch]. WEDNESDAY, 8:00 AM [Harley runs a hand over her face and blinks a couple of times. She suddenly jumps up] Harley: Oh, fuck! The trial! The trial, we’re going to miss my trial!!! Bruce [entering the living room in a foul mood]: Damn you to hell and back, Harley. You used to know your workdays so well when you were replacing fire extinguishers with ones filled with confetti! Your trial is in two days; today is Wednesday, and we need to go on Thursday. Harley: Hold on… [counting on her fingers]: Wednesday, Thursday. Exactly. Look, Bruce, the first two times were funny, but you need to know when to stop a joke, or you'll start being an annoyance. Think about that, okay? [snuggles back into the couch]. [The family looks at her, shaking their heads, and returns to their rooms] THURSDAY, 12:00 PM [The family comes rushing out of their rooms, clumsily getting ready in a hurry] Jason: Fuck, we overslept! The earful we gave her, and now look at us! Poor Harley must have gone all alone-- Harley [comes from the kitchen with a cup of coffee, still in her pajamas]: Hi, family. Tim: …But Harley, what are you doing here??? Harley: Kid, aren’t you a little young to have such a bad memory? I live here now! Bruce: And aren’t you a little old to be this dumb?! Don’t you have something to do today?! Harley: …Oh my God, you’re right! [lunges for the TV remote]: My gossip show is about to start! Bruce [snatches the remote away]: No! I mean your trial! Your trial is today! Harley: That's on Thursday! [looks at the rest of the family]: Can you believe this guy? The whole week messing it up, I don’t know how you all put up with him-- Damian [shoves the calendar her face] Harley: Fuck!!! The trial! We’re going to miss the trial…! Wait… Haven’t I lived this before??? [Everyone rolls their eyes and keeps getting dressed] Harley: Either that, or I dreamed it. Brains are amazing. They focus on what’s worrying you, and you can't forget it even in dreams… Where are you all going? What’s happening? Dick: Each and everyone you’ve brought into the house after me is worse, Bruce, worse.

[thesassypadawan]

Santa Tell Me (A.J. x Button!Reader)

Summary:  It’s Christmas Eve and you except your boyfriend of year to pop the question…again.  However, before he can…you surprise him with a special gift of your own.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the fluff with a bit of the smut. Fun from behind (giddy up), misuse of a jolly old elf’s hat, size diff, ho ho hoe lingerie, and… A.J.’s big, fat dick.

Notes:  Happy Holidays, lovelies!  Welcome to track seven of my special holiday mix, Santa Tell Me! ❤️💚

(Merry Christmas, @everydaydreamer! And thank you for making the perfect pic for this! 🎅)

- ‘Santa, tell me if you're really there…  Don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here next year…’

- One big hand comes to settle on your hip, squeezing gently.  The other taking your smaller one, lazily lacing and intertwining your fingers together.  Swaying you both slowly back and forth to the familiar, festive music.  Blue eyes locked with yours in the mirror’s reflection; gaze warm, affectionate…loving.

- “Look absolutely flawless, doll,” he mutters.  Voice low and gravelly, rumbling deep in his chest…through your petite frame.  Goosebumps forming on your skin…and not from the nonexistent chill in the air.  “Gorgeous like always, ‘cept it’s missin’ one thing.”

- You knew all too well where the conversation was going.  In the short year you two have been an item, you’ve heard it at least a dozen or so times.  The same sweet, endearing request; accompanied by the same little, velvet box.  That he seems to make appear out of nowhere, just like…

- “Oh, baby,” you sigh, hint of sadness in your words.  Watching A.J. pull it out from his vest pocket, fiddle and roll it with his long digits.  “I know you want to marry me bad, but…”

- Words fall short when he pops the lid open.  Revealing not a ring.  Instead what was easily the most beautiful, breathtaking opal necklace you’ve ever seen.

- “I know, I know…‘we’ll see’,” he chuckles.  Repeating your usual response, while helping you put it on.  Calloused fingertips brushing, lingering for an extra moment or two on the nape of your neck.  “Someday though, it’s gonna be…‘yes’.”

- Slight smile pulling at the corners of your pink tinted lips.  As you admire the way it sparkles in the twinkling light, the fact he remembered the significance of this stone.  At the amount of faith, patience he has in and when it comes to you.  Plus a few other things.  “Yeah…we’ll see.”

- Shrugging, leaning down he places a tender kiss on your cheek…the top of your head.  “Come on, we better get goin’.”  Before straightening up once more, giving a quick tap to your perfect bottom.  “Don’t wanna be too late to the party.”

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- All evening long, you’re very much an inseparable pair.  Never one without the other, practically glued together at the hip. 

- With you holding onto, pressing into his side.  Peppermint swirled nails occasionally trailing up his spine, gently scratching a certain spot between his shoulder blades.  That has him grunting softly in appreciation…those lean muscles contorting, relaxing beneath your welcomed touch.

- As for him, well…  Hardly a minute passes when he doesn't have an arm wrapped around your waist or a palm resting on the small of your back.  Fingers rubbing, massaging.  Sometimes traveling a bit lower, under the hem of your cocktail dress when he thinks no one is looking…drawing out a tiny, muffled squeak from you each time.

- But on the rare instance when you weren’t attached to your better half.  You could be spotted with the rest of the ladies.  Mingling, being asked, more like grilled, on whether you finally caved…finally gave him the answer he wants to hear and officially join their patchwork family. 

- “We’ll see,” you would reply simply and politely.  Smiling coyly over the rim of your glass, at his turned back from across the room.  Watching as he folded another hand in the guys’ silly card game.  Listening to him echo your own words, undoubtedly given the same question.

- All in all, he whole night went by in what feels like a blur.  Of hearty laughs, variety of decadent treats, one too many cups of good cheer…a few stolen kisses below the mistletoe.  And, soon enough, you find yourself tugging on A.J.’s hand.  Bring him level, whispering in his ear for you to be whisked home.  Where the real party could begin, the best part yet to come…his last gift.

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- Crashing through the front door, nearly chipping the paint and knocking a picture off the wall.  Tongues tangled, lips meshed together in perfect harmony.  With your digits unabashedly pulling at his belt, fumbling for his fly.  And his slipping beneath the folds of your skirt; seeking out that string of mysterious, elusive lace felt during his earlier escapades.

- “Don’t be stingy, sweetheart,” he murmurs between heated kisses.  Hand inching ever higher, palm cupping and kneading a sweet cheek.  “It’s already after midnight.”  Thumb nonchalantly hooking, fiddling with the delicate fabric teasingly…letting it snap.  “Wanna open my present.”

- Jumping slightly, a squeal mixed with an excited giggle bubble up from your throat.  “Mmmh, all right.”   All the while rubbing, massaging that delectable bulge; enticing it to grow, strain the front of his trousers.  “Since you’ve been such a good boy this year.”  Giving it one last gentle squeeze, earning one more grunt.  Before…

- Gone for only a hot minute or two, you return to find him lounging naked on the couch.  Arms draped over the back lazily, long legs spread casually.  Santa hat perched perfectly, barely covering his candy cane and sack of goodies.  “That’s certainly a look, J.”

- Smirking, rising to his feet.  He keeps the jolly old elf’s cap securely in place as he saunters over, comes to meet you in front of the panoramic window.  Fingertips tangling, playing with the ribbon wound and tied perfectly around…  “Says the woman wearin’ paper like a dress.”

- Anticipating the inevitable sassy quip that would undoubtedly come, he acts quickly and smoothly.  “Not that I’m complain’.”  Bending, burying his face into the crook of your neck.  Lavishing your sugar cookie scented skin in love bites and nips.  “Or grateful.”

-As he tears away, takes his time. Savoring, slowly and carefully unwrapping.  “Musta been real good.”  Revealing the sexy, little ho-ho-hoe number that lay beneath.  “To deserve somethin’ this sweet…”

- Skillfully and in a single, fluid motion.  A.J. whirls, twirls you to the music that plays softly in the background.  “…exquisite…”  Pushing you against the cool glass.  Pinning and holding, encompassing you completely with his larger frame. Stocking hat left forgotten on the floor, laying amongst the shreds of discarded paper.  “…wonderful like ya.”

- Eyes hungrily sweep and take in your red, tulle clad form.  Meeting, locking with yours in the reflective surface.  “Now, on them tip-toes, baby doll…”  Palm smoothing down your semi- clothed back, following the intricate details and patterns of the bustier.  Settling on your hip, tugging on it a bit too roughly.  “…lemme try out my new toy.”

- Eagerly you ease, precariously balance on them.  Sparks of anticipation bursting, bemused smile crossing your face.  Watching him still have to slouch, crouch slightly.  To align himself with your aching entrance.  “Sure you’re not too big for this one?”

- Laying tender, adoring kisses along your spine.  His free hand finds, gropes a pert breast.  “Nah, not too big.”  Thumb swirls, fingertips rolls and pinches your pebbled bud.  Fat tip prods, teases at your soaked folds core.  “Always liked my playthings to be a little on the small…”  Surging forward, steadily stretching.  Forcing your tight cunny to open with his thick cock.  “Fuck…side.”

- Moaning, whimpering…nails scramble, scratch lightly.  Palms flatten, brace against the steamed-up glass.  While he thrusts, pounds into you unbridled and wild.  Toned chest pressed to, resting his full weight onto you.  A.J. looms above, grunting and groaning in your ear each time he bottoms out.  Increasing his pace with every powerful drive.

- “So…shit…”  Bullying and hitting, bruising your cervix over and over.  “Lemme get…”  The heat rises, pools in the pit of your stomach.  “Lemme get this straight…”  Peak approaching swiftly, gummy walls fluttering and burning.  “You’ll become the Clause Man’s wife before m-mine?”

- Body tenses, goes ridged.  Starts to shake from all the overwhelming pleasure that courses through.  “Who…who said that wasn’t you…”  You can feel him twitching and throbbing.  Shuddering as he draws closer to his own release, mind-numbing orgasm.  “That you’re not San-San…”

- Slamming hard, you both cry out in bliss.  You clamping and clenching, gushing all over him.  While he paints your insides a sticky, snowy white; stuffing your little stocking nice and full.

- Panting, knees shaking.  He helps you back down onto your feet.  Immediately wrapping, swallowing up your unsteady form in his strong arms.  Laughing happily and joyfully.  Peppering the top of your crown in frantic, loving kisses.  All because you finally agreed.  Said the one thing he’s been waiting to hear since he first presented you with that little, velvet box.  “Then I guess ya better call me Santa… Mrs. Clause.”

- Bursting out into a fit of giggles, sporting an elated grin.  You tilt your head back, teasing playfully…finally getting in a smart remark.  “So, Santa…tell me what else you want?”

- “Yeah, actually.”  Mirroring your smile, he starts to lazily rock…buck and rut again.  “I could think of one thing or two.  Maybe even three.” 

- Santa, tell me if he really cares…  'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here next year…’

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[littlxpxtal]

Thunder

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST

PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader

WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence

WORD COUNT: 2.9K

You act like fucking Mr. Brightside when you're with all your friends

But I know what you're like when the party ends

March

My eyes fluttered open, brightness blinding them. When I realized it was morning I shot straight up, frantically looking around. I wasn’t in my room. I was in Rafe’s room. He was nowhere to be seen, but I could hear rumbling in the bathroom.

I look around for my phone, finding it plugged in on the bed stand next to a cup of water and a bottle of aspirin. I unlock my phone to see a text from the group chat with Kie, Cleo and Sarah.

Need to regroup ASAP. Text when you’re awake and we’ll meet at the cafe.

Im up!

I start to type before Rafe walks out, with a towel wrapped around his waist. Drops of water line his shoulders, and his hair was damp, the ends dripping onto the floor.

“Morning princess” he says with a smirk, walking over to his dresser.

“Why am I here rafe. What s going on?” I ask, suspicion raising from my voice. The questions lingered in the air for a few moments before he grabbed something from the top drawer and shut it.

”You practically collapsed on the beach. And your stupid fucking friends were too preoccupied with John B and JJ to help you, so I made sure I took care of you.”

“Was I really that bad?” I mumble, looking down at my phone and opening my camera roll to see silly selfies of me with all my friends. No evidence of what the night ended up as.

“I could tell you were out of it as soon as you walked into the room upstairs.” He stated plainly.

”you were fucked up too.” I quip back. He cocks an eyebrow and turns to open his closet.

”Didnt say I wasn’t. Just said I took care of you. Your welcome by the way.” He returns back from his closet with a shirt and jeans.

“Tell me what happened with the gun.” I asked, watching him intently as he changed infront of me.

“Look JJ brought the fucking gun, was pointing it at people and starting shooting at the damn sky. No one got hurt but that motherfucker is going to get locked up.” I close my eyes and hold my breath. I didnt even ask how JJ got that gun. And the thought of him getting put away like his dad made me want to vomit.

“Everyone’s okay though right?” I whisper. Rafe shakes his head and buttons up his top.

”That was a declaration of war, Y/N. That means you need to choose a fucking side, alright? The pogues, or your own damn people.” His voice was raising as he stepped closer to me. I curled up into a ball, looking up at him fearfully.

“I’m not choosing.” I say back.

”Then get the fuck out.” He growls. I scramble to my feet off his bed, and look around for my shoes and purse. Once I locate them across the room, I walk out without saying goodbye. I walk over to Sarah’s room, but its empty. Looks like she chose.

I grab my phone and finish texting the group back.

im up and on my way.

When I get to the cafe, I get a flash of Deja vu from last summer, when we all recapped. Again, the topic of conversation was going to be JJ.

I greet the girls and sit down, my body slightly trembling from the awful hangover looming in my head.

”JJs gone MIA” Kie finally breaks the silence.

”Probably for the best. Everyone on this damn island is talking about what happened last night.” Sarah states, swirling her straw in the cup of iced coffee she had barely sipped on.

“We need to find him and help him!” Kie says, tears forming in her eyes. I reach out and touch her shoulder and she flinches back.

”And where the hell did you run off to?” She hisses, leaning away from me.

”I-I blacked out and the next thing I know I was in Rafe’s room.” Kie rolls her eyes and huffs.

“How the hell did you end up there?”

”He said I practically passed out and everyone else was preoccupied with John B and JJ so he just took me with him.”

”So he stole you” Cleo finally chimes in.

”He was just making sure I was okay.”I whisper, my head hanging low, hands fiddling in my lap.

”Look, were glad your safe, but you know what this means right?” Sarah asks me.

”Im aware. Rafe made it pretty clear, and he didnt like my answer.”

the girls all whipped their heads at me.

“Im not letting this stupid shit make the whole kook vs pogue thing blow up again. It’s stupid and dumb. Im not saying JJ was right to point a damn gun at people but someone was drowning John B. No one was in the right.” I state firmly, finally looking up.

“It was Noah. He was the one drowning him.” Sarah says with a Frown.

“When the hell did Noah get involved in that fight?” I gasp.

”He must’ve been watching topper and rafe fighting with them and he just shoved them aside when john b fell and held him down. I don’t even think JJ knows what he did to you. If he did, he would’ve shot him.” Says Cleo.

”Does anyone know who was holding me back?” I ask. My memory was still foggy.

”Who do you think?” Sarah rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her drink.

”you were giving him a real run for his money I’l tell you that.” Cleo laughs and nudges my shoulder.

“It was weird, seeing him so willing to stay out of the fight to keep you safe. I’’ve never seen him do that. Like ever. And as soon as the gun started going off, you were gone.” Sarah whispers.

I looked back down and sighed.

“What do the boys say about JJ?” I ask.

Kie puts her head in her hands.

“They think he took his dads boat and is just cruising around the island. They went out this morning to go find him but we haven’t heard anything yet.”

“Where the fuck did he get a gun?” I asked the question I’ve been holding in all morning. The girls exchange a look and there’s a few moments of silence. I feel myself getting agitated, and ask again.

”Where the fuck did JJ get a gun.” I hiss.

”Look… there’s a little .. project we’ve been working on. We haven’t brought it up because . Of implications.” Kie starts. I adjust myself in my chair and lean in.

”We’re hunting for the Royal Merchant.”

I let out a laugh and look around at the other girls. Their faces are plain and still.

”You’re not … you’re not serious are you? You’re treasure hunting? Like Big John?”

All three of them nod their head.A few moments of silence pass as I try to process this.

”Okay so, you got a gun to find the treasure?”

“Well, the boys stumbled upon it as we’ve been looking for clues and hints and stuff. We’re not the only people looking for it,”

”I cant believe you guys wouldn’t tell me about this.” I exclaim, feeling extremely excluded.

”Y/N, please don’t be upset.” Kie says, reaching over to touch me. I flinch back and stand up.

”Look I gotta get home. But,” I sigh and look at each of them.

”If you need anything, you can always call me. I want to help JJ, “ the girls nod their heads and stand up to hug me

”what do you have going on next week?” Cleo asks.

“It’s Kook spring break. Im staying home though, I was hoping to visit my sister at her college or something for a few days.”

”We think we know where some of the gold is located, but we’re working on getting the right gear. We’ll let you know what the plan is okay?” I nod my head and walk out of the cafe. When I check my phone there’s 10 missed calls from each of my parents, and at least 20 texts asking me where I am. Im so fucked.

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”Where the hell have you BEEN.” My mother shouts at me as I walk in the front door.

”I was with Sabrina.”

”Bullshit.’ My dad shoots back, standing up from the couch.

”We’re you there last night, with those , Pogues.” My mom spits out the last word like its poison.

“It was a kook and pogue party, and I wasn’t there for whatever fight happened, we left before then.”

”You know we were worried sick about you?” My dad says walking over to me. I brushpast him towards my room.

”I get it aright. You hate the pogues, im grounded, still cant see them if even though I HAVENT in almost a YEAR.”

”This is exactly what we were warning you about. JJ shot off a GUN!” My mother shrieks. “They have a manhunt out there for him right now,”

”There’s worse things happening on this island than that right now. Did they even tell you guys why he did that? Someone was drowning john B. A kook was going to kill him, it was self defense.”

My dad scoffs and my mom crosses her arms across her chest.

“What has gotten into you, Y/N?” I look around to see their bags packed and by the front door. I remember that they were going on a trip for spring break with my younger sister and her friend. I was invited, but I declined, hoping that I could join Sabrina on her trip, but she decided to go on her own family trip last minute, so I would just be staying on figure 8 for the week. Honestly at this point, its what I would’ve preferred anyways, especially knowing whats going on with the pogues, I need to be able to go down there without being tracked by al the narc ass kooks.

”Nothing.” I mumble. “Im going to my room. Have a good time on your trip I’ll see you guys when you get back.”

At this point I didn’t care, I didn’t want to hear or see them anymore. I cant wait to graduate and get off this damn island just Like my sister did.

I wake up from my nap around 7pm and the house as empty. After heating up some noodles I sat on the couch and watched trash tv. Around 8:30 my phone started ringing.

Incoming Call: Rafe Cameron

I rolled my eyes and clicked decline, going back to my show. A minute passes and my phone starts ringing again.

Incoming Call: Rafe Cameron

I sigh, and click answer this time.

”What do you want Cameron?”

”You left some stuff at my place, and im leaving tomorrow. Can I stop by and drop it off?”

”fine.”

”alright well im here so open the door.”

I whip my head to the front door, and again, just like last time, the porch light is on.

I open the door and he walks in with a tote bag that has a few things clinging around in the bottom.

”Uh, here” he says passing the bag to me.

“Thanks.” I peak in to see its some random stuff that must’ve fell out of my purse, a sock and my jewelry.

“Im, uh sorry about this morning. I didn’t mean for you to storm off that like, Im just pissed because I know it’s only going to get worse.” He says, scratching the back of his head. I shut the front door and walk over to the couch, pressing pause on my show.

“You know better than to talk to me like that, rafe.” I say sternly crossing my arms. He stands awkwardly and shifts around, fumbling with his keys.

“Mind if I sit?”

I nod my head nad he strides over, taking a seat a few feet away from me. I bring my knees up o my chest and turn to him.

“Do you know where he is?” He asks, a plain look across his face.

“What, are you a cop or something” I shoot back. His face twitches and he cracks his knuckles.

“It’s just a question.”

”No I don’t. “ he nods his head and looks around.

”Anyone home?”

I shake my head.

”they left for spring break.”

”oh” he says softly. ”I am really sorry” he says again, turning his body more to face mine.

”I heard you were the one holding me back last night. You probably saved me from getting hurt.”

”Noah was on a fucking rampage. Im honestly kind of sad JJ didnt shoot him. Dickhead deserves it. and I couldn’t stand to see you get hurt.”

”You still got involved in the fight at first though.” I recount. He lowers his head.

”It was Top, Y/N. I couldn’t let him be outnumbered like that.”

I sigh and slowly nod my head. Although I didn’t agree, I understood his need to protect his friend. I would’ve done the same.

“So, do you forgive me?” He asks, scooting closer on the couch and resting his hand on my knee.

I look up at him and feel my heart rate quicken, I open my mouth to say something but shut it when he brings his face up to mine.

”If you don’t, I think I can find a few ways to make it up to you.” He smirks, trailing his fingers up and down my thighs.

“I’d like to see you try” I can feel his breath against my neck as he cranes his neck to get closer to my ear.

“I can make that happen.”

He pressed his lips against my neck, holing got me there for a few moments. A sigh escaped my lips, I needed him desperately.

”Im” kiss. “So” kiss. “Sorry” suck. Another sigh escapes my lips and I close my eyes, rolling my head to the side for him to keep going. Although I know no one is coming home, it worried me that we were doing this upstairs. As if he could read my mind, his arms slid under me, lifting me up in the air, pressing himself between my legs. I wrap them around his waist and bring my hands up to his face, pulling him in for a kiss.

As he leads us to the basement, I realize we left my phone on the coffee table.

“Rafe can we go back to get my phone” I mumble against his mouth.

He turns us back around and leans over to grab the phone. I start sucking on his neck and running my fingers through your hair.

“You got a text.” He says plainly. I shush him against his neck and continue to suck.

“It’s from JJ. He needs you to help him.” My head jerks up and I stare at him.

”What are you talking about.” I reach over to grab my phone from his hand and he jerks back, letting me slide down and off his body.

“Says he needs you.” Rafe looked angrier than I had seen him ever be towards me.

“You said you didnt know where he was.” He grumbled, walking over to grab his shoes.

“I don’t, II don’t I swear, where - WHERE are you going.” My voice starts to raise and I start after him. He throws my phone across the room onto the couch then holds his hand up.

“I know how you are when it comes to them. They’re always going to come first. You’re a bad liar, you know that right?”

I watch my phone get tossed and snap my head back, walking slowly towards him.

”what the actual fuck are you going on about right now, you are just assuming im lying about shit you know NOTHING about.” I throw my hands up in the air and a lump in my throat forms.

“Im fucking done” he whispers, reaching for the front door.

“STOP, DONT” I pleaded with him, running towards the door.

“Look I got an early flight in the morning and I don’t need to be dealing with your shit right now. I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing if you get involved with him, but you’re an idiot if you help him.”

”Rafe stop” He turns back at me one last time. “I don’t know where he is.”

”Even if you don’t, he still thinks he can go to you for help. And that’s a fucking problem.”

I stand there frozen as he walks out of the door.

It feels like the entire world stopped spinning, I wasn’t even sure if I was still breathing. I could hear his truck start up in the driveway, the lights beaming through the curtains.

Time stood still for what seemed like an eternity until the living room went dark again. I finally walked back over to the couch and grabbed my phone. I ad a missed cal from JJ. I clicked the notification. The phone rang once and then was picked up.

“Y/N, You need to come here now.”

”Are you where I think you are?” I whisper into the phone.

“Yes.”

”Im on my way, do you need anything?”

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Broken Bonds-Part 21

Former(ish) Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, Jay Halstead x Reader

When Jay refuses to talk about what happened between him and Mouse and begins to push you away you decide its time for you and Mouse to finally face each other, alone.

Warnings: cursing, mention of violence, (kinda cheating?) NSFW happenings 👀

You hated arguing with people you cared about. Stella, Kevin, anyone you loved you hated to argue with. Stranger? You would stand ten toes down, scream and yell until you were blue in the face but if the person across from you had some sort of place in your heart you despised arguing. The most recent development was that you hated not being able to yell in an argument nearly as bad as arguing with someone you cared about.

You stood in the center of your bedroom facing Jay who had one shoulder leaned against the doorframe. The purplish bruise gracing his face was a stark contrast to the rest of his jaw. He refused to tell you what happened. You weren’t an idiot.You knew it had to have been Mouse. There was no other option. He hadn’t gotten hit at work and besides the morning before he hadn’t been without you or Hailey at his side.

You glanced at the clock, Addy would be up soon but he hadn’t come in until after you were asleep so once you got out of the shower and he was up and dressed you started back in on the questioning. “Just fucking tell me what happened” you whisper shouted, waving a hand around the space between the two of you. He shrugged “Nothing, ok? Just let it go” you clenched your jaw hard enough you felt it pop.

“I know it came from Mouse. I’m not a fucking idiot Jay. When did you and him see each other again?” you crossed your arms and he dropped his gaze down to the floor. Damn he better be glad he was a detective because at this rate he’d be a shit criminal. If you could crack him like this you would’ve hated to see him on the other side of the table from someone like Voight or even Antonio once upon a time. 

“Like I said, let it go. It doesn’t matter” he argued and you shook your head “It does to me! I come out of the bathroom at dinner and you two are facing off then he leaves in a rush. The following morning you’re late getting to the daycare for drop off and when you get there your fucking face is bleeding and all day yesterday if you wanted to tell me anything, even about the fucking case you sent Hails with it. Really? You can fuck me but not talk to me? Really mature”

He scoffed lightly “Yeah, I’m being unreasonable here” “You are Jay! I have no clue what the fuck is going on!” you almost shouted before reeling your voice in at the last moment. He raised his eyes to yours finally “Maybe I should just stay at my place for a few days, clear my head” 

You couldn’t believe him. You had no idea what had even gone down, nor why he hadn’t told you he was going to see Mouse. Now he was acting like you were to blame? “What happened?” you asked again and he shook his head “Can I take her to my place tonight? If that’s ok, I know you and Stel wanted to see that new movie anyways” 

You blinked back tears of frustration “She’s your daughter Jay. You don’t need my permission to take her to your place. Do you want me to go with you to pick her up from daycare or not?” he shook his head “No, I’ll let you do a solo drop off and I’ll do a solo pickup” “Ok. Do you need anything for her?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.  He was focused on a place on the wall just over your head which was successfully pissing you off “No. I have clothes, diapers, and food. Anything else I can buy or get Will to drop off”

“Ok. Call me or Stella if you need anything” you reminded him and he nodded “I know” then turned to walk out of the bedroom door. “Jay?” you called and he looked back. You expected him to tell you he loved you, kiss you, something. “I love you?” you made it a question and he nodded “Yeah baby, I love you. I’ll see you at work”

“See you at work” you replied and watched him walk across the living room, stop to grab his jacket and keys then continue out of the door. You didn’t have time to think too hard on anything because the moment the door closed Addy started fussing. “Of course, now she’d wake up” you mumbled before calling out “Ok sweetheart. Mommy’s coming” and walked out to her room.

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When you made it into her room she was sitting up in her crib, dark curls sticking up at every angle and babbling like crazy. You laughed and shook your head “Good morning my love. Let’s get you dressed and we’ll go out for breakfast since you’re staying with daddy tonight. That sound good?” She made a oo sound in response so you grinned “oo” 

You picked her up and her hand went to the bracelet on your right wrist, playing with it as you picked her some clothes out. “Give auntie Stella and Hailey some time. They’ll get you one” you promised her, kissing her cheek before sitting her down to change her. 

Once she was ready you gathered what you needed and picked her up on your hip “Let’s go sweetheart” she made a mmm sound as you walked out of your door, locking it behind you.

OMG she is adorable!!! You’d sent Stella photos of Addy from yours and her impromptu breakfast date. She’d of course gushed over them like you expected. You loved catching mornings like this, regardless of the chaos around you. You’d gotten a solid hour of just you and Addy before you had to take her to daycare, considering Jay would have her tonight and you wouldn’t know until you asked him at work what time he was bringing her home the following day considering it was a saturday. You couldn’t very well tell him he had to have his own daughter home by a certain time. It was just weird considering this was the first time in a long time you’d been without her.

We had a mommy/daughter date since Jay wants her tonight you replied as you walked into the precinct. You didn’t even get your phone back into your pocket before she texted back ??? Since when do you and Jay not spend nights together??? You’d told her about the mystery bruise but not about Jay’s attitude change towards you, mainly for the fact that she’d come storming into the district with Kelly trailing behind her.

Idk? He came in late last night,then dropped that this morning you headed for the palm scanner and watched the bubble pop up that meant she was texting Wtf? Do you want to come over after work? You opened the door when it popped and stepped in before replying I’ll let you know. I love you she sent back Ok love you too

You headed up the stairs and your eyes locked onto Jay’s the moment you made it to the top of them before you headed for Kevin’s desk. You didn’t know what was going on with Jay but if he wanted space from you so be it you guessed. 

Kevin smiled when he saw you “Hey lil mama” you grinned “Hey Kev” and laid your stuff down before glancing towards the board “What are we doing?” he shrugged “We got a cell number? You wanna see if you can get a ping?” you held out your hand “Oh please give me something to do. I will love you forever and a day” he laughed and passed you a post it with a number. You winked at him and pointed towards the hall that led down to the tech room “I’ll be downstairs”

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You were typing on two different keyboards and running down three different cells attached to the one number that popped on your suspect. When you ran the idea past Voight he’d given his go ahead. You heard someone walking behind you but didn’t bother looking. From the sound of the steps it was either Jay or Ruz.

“Anything?” Jay’s voice hit your ears and you glanced back “Oh, you’re talking to me without Hailey as a buffer?” he shrugged “Yeah” You nodded and turned back to the screen “Hoping if I triangulate the frequently traveled location of the four numbers and find the areas hit the most we can narrow down where these idiots may be hold up” he nodded “Good idea”

He stepped up next to you and looked over at the screen. You cut your eyes up twice before saying “Um, what time will you and Addy be at my place tomorrow?” he shrugged “By ten. I don’t have anything planned, Will’s gonna come see her” “I don’t mean for Stella to hog her, she’s just able to work her schedule around more” you explained and he nodded “I know, I love that Stel and Kelly loves her as much as they do. Why I agreed on them being her guardians”

You looked back at the screen, eyes tracing the locations before saying “I still don’t understand how the civility I’ve been witness to ended up with a punch being thrown” he scoffed “I can’t understand why you can’t let it go. Isn’t the first time one of us has hit the other and that was before we were both in love with the same woman” you looked up at him “So you finally admit you hit each other?” he shook his head “I’m heading up. Call Hailey or Kev if you find something” “Yeah” you replied, turning your eyes back to the screen in an attempt to ignore the impulse to call him a stubborn jackass.

Your idea ended up paying off. By two you had the location of the safe house pinned down to a two block radius. You and Kevin were in one area, Kim and Adam in one, Jay and Hailey in one while Hank was in his SUV and had patrolmen covering the remaining area.

“On my count, we breach 'em all” you looked at Kevin who nodded. You dropped back next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Take ‘em” Hank’s order came and you called out “CHICAGO PD” and nodded to the patrolmen with you to hit the door, you and Kevin going in first.

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Five arrests were made. Three of which were who you were looking for. The other two were low tier drug dealers but they still had active arrest warrants out on them. A win was a win. All in all a decent day considering the takedown was fairly calm and no one ended up at med, not even any offenders.

You sat next to Kevin, finishing paperwork when you noticed the time. “Jay?” you cut your eyes up and he looked up at you “Yeah?” you held a hand out “I’ll help Hailey with your half. Go on and go so you can get baby girl” he nodded and passed you the file in his hand “Thanks sweetheart” you smiled “Of course” 

He grabbed his stuff and headed for the stairs. Hailey raised an eyebrow before saying “If he’s fucked things up, do I get a turn?” and grinned playfully. You shook your head but laughed and knew that was her goal when she winked at you. “I’m still waiting on my ring Upton”

Kevin shook his head “Get to work” Adam tossed a balled up piece of paper across the bullpen “Y/N, are you through trying to take partners?” you cut your eyes up at him “Nope, I haven’t collected Kim yet” he shook his head with a laugh and Kim grinned at you.

Around five Stella texted you to see if you were off and when you told her you weren’t yet she told you to come over when you got off,considering the alternative was an empty apartment you sent back a thumbs up.

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It ended up being a little after six by the time you were trudging up to her door and knocking. She opened the door and smiled when she saw it was you. “Hey little sister” she opened the door to let you in.  You followed her to the couch, flopping down onto it. She sat down and cut her eyes at you “Long day?” you nodded “I had to do all my paperwork and Jay’s so he could go pick up Addy”

About the time the words got out of your mouth a text came through from Will. It was a photo of her in her scrub pjs. “Aww look” you turned the phone around to show Stella and she squealed “She is stinking adorable”

You nodded “That she is..wait why did Will send it and not Jay?” she cut her eyes at you “What’s going on with you two anyways? And what happened when you saw Mouse?” you took a deep breath and caught her up on everything from how it felt to see Mouse through him leaving the restaurant in a rush, all the way to you asking yet again today what happened to Jay’s face and him pretty much admitting they hit each other.

“I kind of just want to track Mouse down and ask him face to face what happened” you groaned and she shrugged “If that’s what you wanna do” you shook your head “I don’t know. I mean for one I’d have to illegally search to find what motel and room he’s in..”

“And?” she asked, leaving you yet again in awe at the fact of just what extremes your sister would go to in support of you. “And, I don’t know about being alone with him..” you admitted and she raised an eyebrow “Why?” you shrugged “Is that the right thing to do?” “Do you want to see him?” she asked and you laughed “Stella, you know I can be wrong sometimes, right?” she shook her head “No, even when you’re wrong…I’m backing you and bringing Kelly with me”

“I love you” you laughed and she grinned “I love you too” the two of you went into talking about Addy’s birthday and upcoming events at the firehouse. Around eight you headed home.

You sat staring at your laptop. You wanted answers. You wanted to know what happened between him and Jay. That was why you wanted to find him. Not that you craved to see him, talk to him. Even arguing with him would be better than no communication at all.

“Fuck it” you muttered before grabbing the laptop and turning it on. The search wouldn’t take you but maybe ten minutes. It was a bad idea, a horrible idea. That did not stop your fingers from moving across the keys.

The thought didn’t occur to you until you were walking down the hallway towards his room that maybe he wouldn’t be alone. What the hell would you do if he had a woman in his room? You knew what you would do..the question was, what right did you have to do that?

You froze with your hand poised to knock. Should you do this? Too late to go back now. You couldn’t let him be this close and not know, not tell him everything you needed to.

You rapped your knuckles against the door and heard his voice “Yeah, hold on a second” . It didn't take but a breath before the door opened and he was standing in front of you. He’d shaved since the dinner, a new bruise gracing his jawline as well. Your eyes were drawn to it first then up to his blue eyes that were staring into yours. His hair was down, falling into his eyes before he shoved it back with a hand “Y/N? What are you doing here? How did you know where I was staying?”

You shrugged one shoulder “Are you forgetting who taught me?” and saw a tiny smile tease at his face “Can I come in?” you asked and he nodded slowly “Um, yeah” and stepped to the side to let you in.

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Mouse watched you walk into his room, trying not to eye the way your ass looked in the jeans you were wearing. Why had you found him? Did Jay know you were here? Why were you here? Damn you looked good. What was that perfume you were wearing? Damn he wanted to touch you, kiss you.

You stopped in the middle of the room and turned around to look at him “Greg?” he took a deep breath before closing the door so he could face you “Yeah” you waved a hand around “Can I sit?” he nodded “Anywhere you want”

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You walked over and sat on the dresser, Mouse sat on the edge of the bed across from you.  Your eyes hadn’t let him one time. He was really here, in front of you. Alive and whole. The light blue shirt he wore hugged his shoulders deliciously and the color made his eyes seem even brighter. You loved his hair at this length, any length suited him but now? You wanted nothing more than to tangle your fingers in the locks.

He was barefoot, jeans riding low on his hips. Never before had you ever craved to touch someone so damn bad. The love you had for this man astounded you. Nothing had changed it. Not having Addy, not loving Jay. You still loved him just as much. It was like your heart had just expanded but he still felt like yours.

“Last time you looked at me like that was that zoom call and you broke my heart” he spoke, breaking the silence. You scoffed, meeting his eyes “Wow! Going straight at it, huh?” he shrugged “If you’re here, you’re here for a reason” “Why did you and Jay clock each other?” you asked and he laughed “and here I was thinking you wanted to see me..you’re here to check on your boyfriend”

You jumped to your feet “Fuck you Greg!” he was to his feet a moment later “It’s the truth sweetheart. You’re fucking him, you have a daughter with him. You love him. What would you call him?” “I don’t know..I don’t fuckin know” you admitted and saw him flinch slightly from your tone “Were all those times you told me you loved me a joke?” he asked and you felt your jaw drop open in shock “How dare you come here and judge me. You fucking left me Greg! YOU LEFT ME!” you screamed, tears breaking free from your eyes.

“We could’ve worked out, hell Addy would’ve been your child if you would’ve just fucking stayed! If I would’ve been enough for you. I don’t know why I wasn’t enough” you felt more tears falling and didn’t try to stop them.  “You were baby, I swear you were” he whispered and you shook your head “No, fuck that. Argue with me dammit. Yell. hate me. I love you. I love and I fucked your best friend I have a baby with your best friend”

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“I can’t fix that now, can I? I have tried to forget you and I can’t” he admitted, taking a step towards you. You took a step back “Do you love him like you love me?” he asked and you shook your head “No. I fell for him through being pregnant and having her, through him being there for us. I do love him Greg, he’s a good man but..”

You trailed off, taking a shaking breath “But what?” he asked and you choked back a sob “I love Adeline with my whole heart Greg. She’s my baby. She is everything to me but you? I didn’t fall for you because something pushed us together, I fell for you because you’re you. You’re the one made for me. You’re the other half. You know me inside and out. You’re the man I have always wanted to grow old with, the one man I have always trusted fully, the one man who I have loved wholly for so long I barely remember a time I didn’t love you. Now the possibility of facing a future without you in it fucking terrifies me because I fucking love you so damn much, I love you Greg. I fucking love you”

“I love you too baby. I love you with my entire heart and soul. There has not been a single moment where I stopped loving you. I’m so sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry for everything you’ve went through because of me, for every ounce of pain I’ve caused” he admitted, taking a step closer to you.  “But know I don’t regret your babygirl or resent her. Not for one damn second. She is a part of you. She’s perfect and nothing but the good there is in this world”

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You took a step towards him, eyes never leaving his. “I’ve missed you so much” “I’ve missed you too” he admitted. One moment you were staring at each other, the next your lips were crashing against his, a light moan escaping you when his hands went to your hips, gripping tightly. You flicked your tongue across his lips and when he parted them to give you access you deepened the kiss, rolling your tongue against his and earning you a low groan from him. 

He broke away from your lips, eyes searching yours as both of your chests heaved. “Baby, think about what you’re doing..” you smiled “I am. Greg please. I have cried so many times missing you..I don’t want to miss you anymore”

Your hands went to the hem of his shirt, cutting your eyes up at him for permission. He groaned lightly before slipping the shirt over his head. The moment his chest was bared you pulled him into you, lips finding his. You needed to tase him,feel him close. You needed to convince your head and heart that this was real, that this was actually happening.

Your fingers trailed over his chest then up his back and you felt a thrill shoot through you and seeing his eyes flutter shut from your touch. “I want you” you whispered “I love you, I’m in love..I have been for years” you added and he swallowed hard.

When he opened his eyes the light blue was now darkened by lust and need. “Are you sure about this? I can’t..I can’t have you regret me..I can’t live with that” “I’d never regret you” you promised and he took a deep breath as you walked backwards to the bed, pulling him with you.

“Kiss me” you begged and he pushed you backwards onto the bed, crawling up your body. When he got up to your face, his dog tags were dangling loosely as he held himself above you “If you want me to stop just tell me” you hooked one finger into the chain of his dog tags and pulled him down “Please kiss me love” when his lips met yours it was charged, the energy changed. He grunted, lips moving from yours to your neck. “I missed you” he whispered, fingers ghosting under your shirt.

You felt yourself freeze and his eyes flew up to your face “What’s wrong?” “Greg..I’ve had a baby..my body…it isn’t the same..” he raised an eyebrow “sweetheart..you think some stretch marks will make me love you less? That I won’t be attracted to you because you gave birth to your daughter?” you swallowed hard and he grinned, your heart flipping “I’m gonna show you just how fucking sexy you still are”

When his fingers hit the hem of your shirt this time you simply leaned up to let him pull it over your head. He tossed it behind him then leaned back to look down at you, tilting his head to the side as he looked at your body “My god, that’s not fair” “What?” you asked in a whisper. He cut his eyes up to yours “You got even more gorgeous” 

His lips went to yours as his hands slipped under you,fingers easily finding the clasp of your bra and pulling it off your body. He rolled his tongue against yours as you tangled your fingers in his longer locks, angling his head to get better access to kiss him. He smiled against your lips “I love you”

He moved from your lips down across your chin then to your neck. It amazed you that he remembered every tiny spot that pulled a noise from your lips. He winked at you when he got down to your chest before rolling a nipple between his teeth. “Fuck, Greg” you sobbed, fingers finding his hair. He grinned against your skin “You like that baby?”

“Feel so good” you moaned. He rutted his hips against yours, trying to relieve some pressure but to no avail. You pushed his hair back with one hand and gripped his dog tag chain with the other to force him to meet your eyes. He smiled lazily at you “Hey beautiful”

You grinned “Hey handsome” he moved up to press a messy kiss to your lips, hands finding yours as he gripped them both in one of his and held them above your head just so he could stare at you for a heartbeat “You are so fucking beautiful. I don’t care what I have to do. I can’t walk fully away from you”

You chased his lips with yours so he gladly met them, releasing your hands. When you gripped his back he grunted. You spread your legs, allowing him to nudge his shoulders between them. “Please Greg” you moaned and he chuckled “I got you baby”

His hands went to your jeans and you felt his fingers shaking. “Are you ok?” you whispered, brushing his hair back out of his face. He smiled “I’m just afraid I’m gonna wake up, still over there and dreaming about having you” “I’m here baby” you whispered, covering his hand with yours to help him unzip and unbuckle your jeans.

“Lift your hips love” he spoke softly so you did as he asked and felt the air in the room hit your bare body. He rocked back on his heels and anyone else on the face of the earth would’ve made you feel judged but him? He made you feel like fine art truly being appreciated for the first time. He started at your knees,kissing down to your ankles on each side.

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You were a quivering mess underneath him and he’d barely done anything. He settled between your legs and licked a solid line up your folds. Your entire body shivered and he chuckled against you “There she is” before he turned his tongue to begin to kiss you there like he had your mouth, fully and messy, Letting his tongue explore every inch and see what noises could be pulled out of you.

He added one long finger then another, curling them to find that spongy place deep inside of you. When he brushed them across it you gasped out his name and he chuckled, the vibrations pulling more moans out of you. Damn him he knew just how to pull back to back orgasms out of you, even after this much time without your body underneath him. 

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When you finally shoved weakly at his shoulders “Greg..please baby I can’t” he rocked back on his heels and grinned up at you as your legs shook. “How ya feeling?” you curled a finger at him and he crawled up your body, kissing and nipping at every inch of flesh could reach.

When he got to your lips you pulled him down by hooking two fingers into his chain. He worked his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on him. You hesitantly broke away from his lips to drop your hands to his jeans “Take these off, please” you were not above begging.

He grinned into the kiss, unzipping his jeans and pushing them off his hips. You reached a hand between you and your eyes fluttered shut when you wrapped it around his hardened length. He wasn’t exactly a small guy.

Your legs fell open further and his head fell over into the bend of your neck “I don’t have a condom here baby” you shook your head “I have an IUD. I’m good” he cut his eyes up at you “You’re sure?”

“Please” you begged and he slipped his hand between you, fingers gracing yours before he lined himself up with your opening. He buried his face in your neck as he slowly sank into you. You felt tears spring to your eyes, not only from the stretch but from the emotional part of being gone from each other that long.

You gripped his back, pulling him as close as you could. “You feel so damn good,like finally being home” he whispered against your skin before giving a tentative roll of his hips. Your head fell back against the pillows and a moan of his name fell from your lips. He pressed his lips to the hollow of your neck “It’s ok baby, I’m here”

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When he knew you were ok, he started to move, trying to find a pace that was good for you and him both. When he hit a particular angle that made your nails cut into his back from the pleasure that coursed through your body he groaned “Fuck”

Your eyes rolled back into your head from the building pleasure, his light groans and grunts pushing you closer and closer to that edge. When his hand slipped between the two of you, fingers rubbing tight circles onto your clit you felt that building pressure burst as the edge around your vision went soft.

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Your voice would be wrecked the following day from screaming his name but you would have cared less. He was home, he was in your arms, making love to you. You felt his hips stutter and knew he was close “Come for me Greg, let me feel you” you begged, holding him close.

He buried himself inside of you with a hard thrust and you felt when he came, somehow dragging you over that edge with him. His head fell over against your chest, your head against the pillows. Your fingers were smoothing down his back,he slowly raised his eyes to meet yours and my god he looked..young and scared.

“I missed you so damn much baby” he admitted and you smiled “I missed you too” he leaned up to kiss you, your bodies still connected. “I don’t want to be apart from you anymore” he admitted and your heart ached because you felt the same.

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He slowly pulled out of you, apologizing when you hissed slightly from the feeling before laying down on the bed and pulling you into his arms. You felt safe against his chest, like for just a few moments the worries of the outside world couldn’t completely wreck your heart.

He had  both arms wrapped tightly around you “I didn’t hurt anywhere did I?” you shook your head “No” he smiled “Good”

You nuzzled into his neck,kissing the skin gently “I don’t want this moment to end. Then reality sets in, I gotta go home alone and you gotta leave in a couple days” you admitted so he used one hand to gently cup your chin and force your eyes up to his “Tell me to come home to Chicago and I will”

“I don’t want to ruin your life Greg. I want you happy” he looked down at where you were laying on him “This makes me happy. You make me happy. The rest? I’ll figure it out after training. If you want me, you’ll have me”

“If you still want me after training” you whispered and he smiled “Baby, I have wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you. I have loved you for years. I will love you until the day they put me in the ground. I have tried, believe me I have tried, there is no other choice for me. I will never put an ultimatum on you. Just know that my heart will forever be yours”

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“What about Addy?” you asked in a small voice and he smiled “I already love that baby. She’s you. How can I not?” you pulled him into a kiss “What about Jay?” you asked, knowing that elephant was currently the biggest in the room.

“I’ll stay in contact with you the entire time I’m gone. I’ll let you figure out what you want to do and if you still want me in any capacity..I don’t give a fuck what it says about me..I can’t not be in your life Y/N..I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give” “I love you Greg” you whispered, turning to pull him on top of you. “I love you” he whispered, lips crashing against yours.

You stood at the door of Mouse’s room.You didn’t want to leave, god you didn’t want to leave but he had a point. It was seven in the morning. You needed to be home and showered before Jay got there with Addy. He still had a couple days before he’d need to leave for Glynco, Stella for some reason wanted to see him so he was gonna plan that too before he left.

He pulled you into him by your belt loops. He slipped his dog tags over his head and pulled your right hand up to drop them into it “You can wear them, you can shove 'em in a drawer. I just want to know that you have something of me. You own my entire heart. I hope I can see you again before I leave, you have my number, I have yours. We’re gonna talk and when you decide, I will be waiting for you baby”

You nodded slowly, feeling tears threaten your eyes “I love you Greg” he smiled before pulling you into a kiss “I love you too. Now get home to that baby girl. I’ll text you later, ok?” you nodded “Ok”

You were showered and changed into a fresh pair of jeans and tshirt. You stood in the middle of your living room staring at Mouse’s dog tags in your hand, running a finger over his name. After a moment you slipped them over your head and tucked them into your shirt. You wanted to have a part of him close.

You heard a knock and looked to see it was nine fifty. You walked over and answered the door. Jay stood there with Addy on his hip. “Oh, there’s my baby” you said and she cooed, reaching her hands out. Jay laughed and moved closer so she was easier to transfer. 

You hugged her tight once she was in your arms “Oh I missed you! Did you have fun with daddy and uncle Will?” Jay smiled “Yeah, she has Will wrapped around her finger” you laughed “Good”

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He stared at you for a moment before finally saying “I asked him to meet” you knew your confusion was plain on your face even before he explained “Mouse. I asked to meet. I wanted to try to explain. He pushed buttons, I pushed buttons. We threw punches” you nodded slowly “What buttons?”

Jay didn’t want to admit he hit Mouse because he had to face the insecurity of the fact that you would never fall out of love with Mouse. Nor did he want to admit that Mouse simply hit him because he’d hit first. “It doesn’t matter. We both agreed hitting each other was stupid before he parted ways. I should've told you that when you asked”

You nodded “Thank you for telling me” “You’re welcome..I’m um..I’m gonna go..if you two wanna get supper later..call me” he offered so you smiled “I will. Thank you Jay, for always being there for us both and being an amazing father to her”  He laughed “You’re welcome baby. Thank you for being there for us both and being the absolute best mother to my daughter I could ever imagine her having”

He stepped closer to press a kiss to Addy’s head.You saw his eyes flutter from yours down to your neck then back up before he gave you a small smile “Bye sweetheart”  “Bye” you replied watching him walk to his truck before closing your door and locking it.

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Addy babbled and reached for the dog tag chain, a part of your heart warming at seeing it. You weren’t sure what was going to happen next. You were fucking terrified of hurting either of them, you truly did love them both. The question was could you live without either of them or could you possibly find a way to live with them both in your life and if you did what did that even say about you?

You laughed, twirling around gently with Addy “What ya say we go get lost babygirl?” she cooed lightly so you laughed “Yeah, I knew we couldn't but can’t blame me for trying” you had no choice but to figure it out, if not for you but for her. Your heart wanted Greg, she needed Jay. You loved them both. What the fuck were you supposed to do??

@desimarie12

@allisonargent144

@nevaehstreater18

[rekino2114]

Hello!

I liked the fluff alphabet you did for Junko, can I request that with Mukuro? (Idrc what letters specifically, whichever you’re most inspired to do!)

Mukuro ikusaba fluff alphabet

🪖A=affection(how affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Mukuro needs some time to get used to affection since she's pretty touch starved and blushes every time you hug or kiss her, but she actually loves it. When she gets used to it, she loves hugging you very tightly

🪖B=baby(do they want a family? How are they with kids?)

She's not opposed to having a family, but she's not that for it either. She doesn't really know how to act around children, but she'll try her best for you

🪖C=cuddles(do they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?)

She likes cuddling as much as you do. If you want to cuddle, then she'll just wrap you up in her arms with a blush on her face. She's the big spoon because of how strong and protective she is

🪖D=Domestic(do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She's actually pretty good at domestic stuff (she had to do most of the chores for her sister) and she'd be more than happy to go living with you in the future

🪖E=everything (you are ........... example: my life,my world)

"You have no idea how important you are to me, I will protect you with my life"

🪖F=flirting (how do they flirt? Does it continue even after they're in a relationship?)

Mukuro is really bad at flirting. She blushes at every romantic thing that happens. She might ask junko for some pick-up lines but will give up on using them when she realizes that she can't talk with you without going completely red

🪖G=gifts(what gifts do they like to give you? When?)

She gives you gifts whenever she sees something you'd like, like when junko drags her shopping. She then leaves them in your room or gives them to you on date. One time she gave you a bullet with your name engraved on it cause she thought it was cute (you actually loved it)

🪖H=hug(do they like hugs? how do they hug?)

Hugs are probably her favorite form of physical affection. She hugs incredibly tightly since she's so strong, maybe even too much. You tell her that and she's mortified and apologizes profusely

🪖I=I love you (how fast did they say it? Do they say it often?)

Mukuro gets attached to people very easily, so she knew she loved you very early, but she didn't say the three words until she knew for sure you loved her back. She likes to say it more often now that she's 100% sure

🪖J=jealousy (how jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

She's pretty insecure of her relationship, so she does get jealous easily. When she does, she just holds your hand and glares at the person you're talking to incredibly hard. It's the least subtle thing ever, but it works in making them go away

🪖K=kisses(how do they kiss you? Where do they like to kiss you?)

She doesn't really kiss you that often. She prefers to wait for you to start the kiss, but when she does kiss you, she likes to kiss your cheeks

🪖L=love confession(how did they confess to you?)

After realizing that she had to confess and asking her sister for advice, she simply decided to confess in a classic way. She just asked you to meet her in a private place (while blushing profusely) and there she just poured her heart out to you, telling you everything, when you told her you felt the same she smiled and hugged you tightly

🪖M=mornings (how do they spend mornings with you?)

She wakes up very early because she likes to train her skills in the morning, but you often wake up because of this, and she feels really guilty for that

🪖N=nights (how do they spend nights with you?)

She kinda just waits for you to go to bed, doing what you're doing, and prepares to sleep whenever you do

🪖O=overprotective (how protective are they of you?)

Mukuro is so protective of you. She just doesn't want the people she loves to get hurt, but maybe she goes a bit too far. She scared and/or beats up anyone who does so much as bump into you. Also your scary dog privilege are off the charts since you have the ultimate soldier and woman who looks like she could (and would) kill someone always at your side

🪖P=pet names(what nicknames do they like to call you?)

She doesn't use pet names that much. She just calls you by your name or an abbreviation, maybe babe some times

🪖Q=quizzes(how much do they remember about you?)

She actually does remember a lot, things including you two, especially your first meeting,date, and kiss are etched in her mind

🪖R=rain(how do they spend a rainy day with you)

She's actually used to being and training in the rain, but she obviously won't bring you with her if you don't want to

🪖S=service (what are some acts of service they do for you?)

She likes to do chores for you even if you didn't ask her to, she kinda does it for her sister too so it's just natural that her partner gets the same treatment

🪖T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She puts a lot of effort in everything she does regarding you she loves you with all her heart and has no experience with relationships so she tries her best to be a good girlfriend

🪖U=unhappy (how do they cheer you up?)

A shadow appears over her eyes, and she asks who hurt you when you said you were just sad she got out of soldier mode and back into awkward gf mode, she hugged you tightly and just told you how much she loved you while blushing

🪖V=value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

You are incredibly important to her. The only person who even comes close to your level of importance is junko, but even then, she cares way more about you than about her, and she will remind both of you of that often

🪖W=wound (how do they react to you getting injured?)

Another instance where she goes in soldier mode is that she's already thinking about preparing her rifle before you tell her you just fell down. She is amazing at patching you up, though. She knows injuries very well because of her ultimate

🪖X=Xtra (a random fluffy headcanon)

She doesn't really know what to do for dates so one time when you asked her to pick a place to hang out, she just brought you to a shooting range. It was....interesting but romantic in a way

🪖Y=yes (how do they react to you proposing to them?)

"W-what? Y/n.....really? Marrying someone.........i-i never thought it would happen. But of course, I'd love to if it's with you"

🪖Z=zzz (how is sleeping with them?)

She doesn't really sleep too much (something you scold her for), so she just stays awake in the night and looks at you sleeping in her arms

[spookyrea]

For Years to Come (maybe even more)

After revealing to Loki that you two are soulmates (in an admittedly less-than-ideal fashion), the two of you finally discuss your matching soulmarks.

Chapter 2 / 3 - read on AO3

A soulmate-identifying mark AU - heavy petting involved in this chapter (kinda *shrug emoji*) - epilogue will contain smut

(chapter one) -- (epilogue)

If Loki was going to avoid you, you decided that it was well within your rights to avoid him, too.

You spent the last week of December on Natasha's couch, pretending to help her knit by unwinding her skeins of yarn while watching whatever wintery drivel you could find on television. She never asked you what was wrong but you suspected that she already knew, between her super-spy attention to detail and the compromising position she had found the two of you in on Christmas Eve. There was a decidedly Loki-shaped hole in every conversation, a vacancy that she would open to you with a side-long glance. Thor and I are going to go look at the lights before they take them down, she might say. His brother will probably join, since they're attached at the hip.

You never took the bait, which she respected (if sometimes with a rolled eye). Inevitably, by virtue of there being twenty-odd people living in one designated tower, more people were folded into your menagerie of distraction, and you made it all the way to the new year without having to think about the letter burning a hole in your kitchen counter.

That wasn't to say that Loki's absence wasn't festering inside of you; you hadn't realized how large a role he played in your day-to-day until he was gone. You had been so hyper-aware of his presence every time he entered a room, and now you could only focus on the emptiness where Loki should have been. On the churning discomfort in your chest that one day he might finally enter the room and not come sauntering up to your side to try and vie for your attention. Occasionally, you would catch the low hum of his seidr in the buzz of a fluorescent light, or in the twinkling sound that preceded snowfall, and would yearn for the sweet kiss of magic against your cheek.

“You have to tell me what happened,” Wanda insisted, eventually. She laid beside you on your couch, her feet propped up at awkward angles to avoid smudging her still-wet nail polish. “Or else I’m calling Steve and then you’ll really be in for it.”

You weren't in the mood for one of his pep-talks, though, so you pulled your blanket down from your head and sighed. “Loki is my soulmate.”

That must not have been the answer she had been anticipating. You watched one foot slowly drop, then the other, and then Wanda was turning on the spot to look at you, her black-rimmed eyes blinking over at you. “You’re joking.”

“He kissed me.” It felt good to tell someone else. It made it all real, somehow. “We got into an argument because he likes me and I’m so awkward around him that I can’t look him in the eyes, and then he kissed me.”

“But you like him.”

“Yes.”

“You got in an argument because he likes you and you like him.”

“I wrote him a letter.” You scrubbed your hands over your face, trying to will the hysteria away. “It’s stupid. It’s so stupid. What a mess.”

“Was he any good?”

You laughed, watery, your eyelashes a little damp. “Yeah. Yeah, he was.”

“Okay.” There was a sincerity to her voice that was uniquely Wanda. As if she had approached the world upside-down and somehow come back with exactly the right thing to say. “Imagine if he was a bad kisser. Then he’d be nothing but a pretty face.”

“You can teach someone to be a good kisser.”

“He’s ancient. If he hasn’t learned how to kiss someone by now, it’s hopeless. And also – Loki. He would see it as a personal attack. He would kiss worse on purpose.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

The television droned in the background; two men were making intricate sugar cookies decorated to look like disco balls. They had an easy kind of camaraderie that spoke of years of work together. You watched in a companionable silence until an advertising break broke the spell. “So are you two… together now?”

“Um… no. No, I don’t think we’re going to be together.”

“You know he goes a little,” she spun a finger through the air, flashing red for extra effect, “when you’re around?”

“The seidr thing?”

“I was thinking about the ‘I'm-the-coolest-guy-in-the-room’ thing but sure, that too.”

You sighed. “Why couldn't you be my soulmate? I can talk to you.”

Wanda was a pragmatist at the end of the day. She was a little like Steve in that way -- fiercely empathetic in a practical way. “How does ‘talk to your soulmate’ sound as a resolution?”

“It sounds like a start.”

“Mine is to learn how to cross stitch.” There was a plan forming behind her eyes; she took you by the wrist and hauled the two of you off the couch before stomping off in search of her coat. “We need to go get you a new outfit.”

“We do?”

She nodded. “A dress. A pretty dress. A dress that says ’sorry I was so awkward but you’re really scary and hot and I’m only a puny mortal’.”

“You just want an excuse to go shopping.”

“I am a woman of many interests.”

You bit back a smile. Linking your fingers together, you gave her hand a long, strong squeeze and let her pick the first store on your agenda.

You were running a little late; there was a shoe malfunction, and a missing eyeliner pen, and before any of you realised it was almost ten o’clock. You took the train; in New Year’s Eve traffic, it was a tight fit – each car was full to bursting, humid and smelling of sweat and cologne – but you only had to make it three stops. You held onto the rail and Natasha, Carol and Wanda held on to you, giggling, sidled up close.

The bar Tony had rented was, mercifully, only a few feet from the subway entrance. The three of you picked your way through the snow while Natasha, ever the pinnacle of grace, somehow glided across the sidewalk in her five-inch heels.

The place was dingy in a homely kind of way. All exposed brick and wooden beams, the walls were covered in sports memorabilia and framed Playboy covers, and a net of twinkling lights was strung up along the ceiling. A low drone of chatter and jazz hung in the air, a nostalgic sound that reminded you not of winters passed, but of years from now when you would look back on this moment. Outside a snowstorm howled, blanketing the city streets in a navy haze, but for now you were warm and dry and a little lovesick.

Natasha kissed your cheek before slipping away to find Clint, who no doubt had already turned his hearing aids off and was nursing a beer in some secluded corner. Wanda clung to your elbow for support while she scanned the crowd, balanced on her tiptoes. “Do you see him?”

“No. Hey, wait–” You caught a loose bobby pin, hanging on by a thin curl, and smoothed her hair back in place. “Ok. Better. Have you found him?”

“Thanks.” She had that look in her eye, that fit-to-bursting expression she got when the whole extended family got together. It seemed the entire Avengers rota was in the room. “And yeah, there, with Thor and Steve.”

A long table – which you suspected was actually three or four pushed together, based on how haphazardly the chairs were scattered around it – sat slightly askew near the back of the bar. Your team had congregated at one end, grinning, a few clearly inebriated.

Loki was tucked away at the very opposite edge, rolling a glass between his hands. His perpetual rain cloud seemed to have given way to a veritable storm because a few of the lights overhead were sparking, glowing green around the edges. Some pretty creature hovered by his side, twirling her shiny blonde hair and batting her eyelashes. 

Her neck was exposed; her mark was a stark thing made up of sharp geometric lines, and you admired how bold she was to approach him knowing she wasn’t a match. She was leaning over the back of an empty chair, tracing a neatly manicured nail down its woodgrain. Her comment had Loki smiling, rolling his eyes good naturedly, preening a little under her attention. She tilted her head toward the dancefloor; though you couldn’t see her face, the question was obvious. 

“You look great,” Wanda whispered.

“Thanks. So do you.” 

You watched Loki consider her offer. He enjoyed company, of course; Loki was seldom alone, even if that meant hanging around crowds who weren’t very fond of him, or that he was fond of. Maybe it was survival, or loneliness, or some combination of the two, but Loki liked to be included in the joke, even at his detriment.

Yet his eyes scanned the crowd, seeking someone else’s attention. Everything felt right when they found yours.

You took your time rounding the table, lingering by Steve and Rhodey so you could watch Loki unwind to a petulant slouch. When you reached the end, Darcy leaned over to give you a kiss on the cheek, smearing her lipstick a little in the process, and pushed a drink into your hand. “Happy new year!”

It was a short distance but a long walk to the empty seat next to Loki. The closer you got, the more excited his seidr seemed to grow; it whispered sweet nothings in a language you couldn't understand, crowding up against your cheek like an affectionate cat. Ushered you close so it could kiss you so tenderly while Loki looked on with cool disinterest. He waved the girl away.

“You looked lonely,” you hummed. “All the way over here.”

“My ill mood was making our colleagues’ devices malfunction.” He tsked, taking a long pull from his glass. “I’m afraid you have the same effect. On my seidr, I mean.”

“You mean it doesn’t… play with other people?”

His expression was unreadable. “What was it you said? ‘You make me nervous because I’m attracted to you’?”

“The other you didn’t seem all that nervous. Ginger-Loki.”

“You do like him better, then.” It was meant to be a joke but the mirth didn’t quite reach Loki’s eyes; he watched you a little despondently, like a man who had spent his entire life just shy of perfection. 

“I told you before. I like this Loki.”

“He’s not very nice.”

Your right hand tiptoed across the table to lay over his wrist. Now was not the time to be shy. “I’m sorry about the letter.”

“I’ve been called worse in languages older than you.”

“Maybe so. I wasn’t done, though. It was supposed to say something like ‘You’re vile and–” Something about his expression made you pause; Loki’s gaze had gone far-off, fixated on the snow accumulating on the windows. “...It was supposed to be a love letter.”

He snorted. “Charming.”

“I’ve had a crush on you for forever. I could barely stand to look at you sometimes because I thought you would notice. I wanted to put everything down on paper but then I just… couldn’t.”

“So you attacked my character. Delightful.”

“Loki. Look at me.” It was his turn to avoid your eye, it seemed. You pressed on his cheek until he was looking levely into your eyes. “Have you been trying to hit on me?”

“‘Hit on’. No, I was not trying to ‘hit on’ you. I’m a prince. I was trying to woo you. Or at the very least, manufacture conversation.”

“How many times have you tried?”

“How many times have you run away, kitten?”

There was a great commotion across the bar. Steve called your name, hands planted on his hips. “Tell the kids they have a curfew.”

Peter, Ned and MJ began to complain all at once. They had commandeered one of the overhead TVs to play someone’s Nintendo Switch and were passing the controller back and forth to beat a boss. Morgan sat in Wanda’s lap, too young to understand the mechanics but eager enough to cheer on, and each of them wore a knitted cap that Natasha had made for them.

It came over you all at once. You were sure that Scott and Sam would join them in a few minutes to help beat the boss. That Clint would come by and take Morgan somewhere quieter when she started dozing off. That Bucky and Steve would pick people at random and swing them around to club music that didn't match the sock hop, just for the fun of it.

You had a soulmate but it didn’t really matter, at the end of the day. All the anxiety, the fear and loathing and stoicism -- none of it was necessary. You would pick these people no matter their marks, and they would pick you because love was an innate but fickle thing; there was no use trying to control it, only to appreciate it when it happened.

“Let them stay, Cap," you called back. "Until the crowds die down.”

Peter and Ned whooped. Steve smiled like he never intended to run them off, anyway.

Loki tugged on your shirt sleeve; how he loved to do that, to commandeer your attention. Like a dog not yet done playing fetch – look at me, he demanded. I’m starved of your affections already. His fingers threaded through yours.

“I’m not running away this time, I promise."

A single curl was snaking free from his short ponytail, falling across his forehead in a little crescent shape. He pushed it aside with your linked hands, like letting go was out of the question.

“Why are you here,” he blurted out. “If it’s pity, or some self-sacrificing sense of duty, then I would advise you to leave.”

You watched him watch you.

“I think… We’re finally on an even playing field. And I owe you another letter.”

“You could call me despicable this time. Egregiously egotistical.”

“I could call you ‘mine’.”

Loki’s seat was askew, not quite tucked under the table, and he turned sideways to face you, one arm dangling over the back. He finished his drink in one long pull, tilting his chin just high enough to strain the crisp collar of his shirt. “Do not pretend. I have to warn you, I’m well versed in wanting.”

It was perhaps the first time since you met Loki -- before even being hired, back when you were a street-level hero who got roped into conflicts too big to comprehend -- that neither one of you was trying to fill an awkward silence. Loki played with your hand, puppeting your fingers open and shut with the same meanness that one might pet a beloved cat, while you sipped on your drink. You found that you liked the silence; when neither one of you was anxiously prattling on, you seemed to get along quite nicely.

“What does, um… Ket– kettlina? What does it mean?”

His other hand threaded through the elastic in his hair and snapped it free, vanishing it elsewhere with a flick of his wrist. “Ketlinkr? It’s a diminutive.” He shrugged. “‘Little cat’.”

Magic hummed – maybe his, or maybe the inherent magic of love – in the air, kissing your cheek so sweetly. Loki, seeming to sense it, traced the spot with the tips of his fingers.

Every breath you drew was heavy. You wanted him to lean in so badly that it hurt, worse than a pang, worse than an ache - there was a pain inside your chest that you felt only his mouth could soothe. “Kitten.”

He smiled – shy, almost. “Yes, but affectionate. T’eta minn ketlinkr. My kitten.”

At some point, his hand had crept over the back of your chair. In the half-circle of his arms, it was as though every dream you had ever dreamt had secretly been about him. Like every moment of déja-vu, every time you heard someone call your name and found no one there, every inexplicable instance of strange magic in your mundane life - it all traced back to him, in that moment. “Ketlinkr,” you tested the word. “I never did agree to the nickname.”

He drew the pad of his thumb over the lipstick smudge on your cheek, blinking uninterestedly down where his thumb came away red. “T’eta hverr, ketlinkr. Minn minikla ketti.” 

“Why not, um… Ben…” 

“Bendr,” he hummed. “Would you like to be my mortal wound?”

He knocked at one of your chair legs, tottling you backwards, then forwards when you overcorrected. You collided inelegantly with his chest, giving him the perfect opening to slide his arm around your waist and ‘catch’ you before you tumbled out of his lap. The new proximity pressed his cheek to yours. “Terribly sorry, kitten,” he spoke against the shell of your ear. “You’ll have to excuse my manners. All the alcohol I guess. I don’t know my own strength.”

You clutched at his collar. “You did that on purpose.”

“You have no proof. It’s your word against mine and I am excellent on the stand.” He held you tightly, winding his other arm around your back like a snare. You felt his cheek tip up in a smirk against yours, your shared giddiness seeming to overwhelm.

“I thought you were going to be nice.”

“That was the red-head. This is your Loki. Loki-Loki. He’s vile. ”

“Good evening, New York!” Tony had clambered up on the stage and commandeered the microphone. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, so many buttons deep that you could just make out the lines of scar tissue around his arc reactor. “Just a reminder that you have two minutes until midnight. So if you haven't found your soulmate yet, you’d better pick the hottest person in this room and settle for second best. Or hope! You never know.”

The crowd cheered. Loki deposited you on your knees, precariously balanced on his lap. “Hottest person in the room?”

“You’re supposed to kiss someone at midnight. Something about ringing in the new year and good luck in love.”

“Oh. Well, good thing I’ve already snatched you up. It would have been a blood bath if I had to find you with a minute until midnight.”

You tipped your head back and laughed. “My blood, more like. You should see the looks people are throwing you.”

Indignation glanced off his eyes; his hand rode up the length of your back, the heel of his palm slotting just under your skull to cradle your head. “I would never let anyone hurt you.”

“It’s less about ‘letting’ and more about a dozen peoples’ personal journeys to find out what’s under your collar.”

The televisions mounted to the ceiling flickered; a thirty-second countdown began ticking down overhead. You tested your weight against Loki’s chest, curling your fingers around his shoulders.

“Well, if it’s tradition,” Loki started, his voice coy but eyes burning hot, “then who are we to deny?”

 “You’re right. Tradition to uphold. It would practically be illegal not to.”

“Exactly. And I’m a good guy now, right? A hero. I am bound by duty to respect the law to the letter.” He paused. “That sounds horribly boring. Forget I said that.”

The crowd started counting at fifteen - a few stragglers at first, snowballing until the entire room was chanting. It was infectious, so heady that you felt as though your chest was fit to burst any second; you turned your face down to meet Loki’s, hardly able to stop yourself from just leaning in and sealing your mouth to his. 

“I like it when you look at me,” Loki murmured.

You slid one hand over his cheek and traced the lines carved by his smile. “I like it when you look at me, too.”

Five, the room chanted. Loki tilted his head, his lips parting with an inaudible sigh. You moved your hand back down to his shoulder to steady yourself. Four, three– 

You didn’t make it to one; Loki closed the distance early. Time slowed to an endless stretch that consisted only of his thumb, tracing a long, slow line down your ribs; of the amorous sound of your breath catching in your chest; of the weight of his legs pressed against yours. Though it seemed impossible, he drew you even more securely against the solid wall of his chest, so that you had no choice but to unfurl, winding both of your arms behind his neck.

The room must have been alight with noise and celebration but when you pulled away, you were only aware of him. His heavy-lidded eyes tracked your lips with a liquid kind of want, something that seemed to spill from him with every shaky breath. 

He kissed you again.

“Why don’t you bring me back to your room,” he whispered, “and I’ll show you why they call me Silvertongue.”

You crammed yourselves in the backseat of a cab with the middle seat yawning a respectable distance between you. The driver greeted you with a grunt, his eyes resolutely fixed ahead; at just past midnight, you had a feeling he wasn’t in the mood to listen to drunken drivel or to sit through a peep show.

The streets were chaos; why you thought this would be easier, you couldn’t comprehend. Later, you would blame it on the dizziness, or the lovesickness.

You blinked out of your reverie when something brushed against your wrist. Loki’s hand had crossed the distance between you and lay, palm facing upwards, next to yours. He’d wiggled his index finger under your pinky.

With every block that you crossed, your giddiness was melting away to something else entirely, something hot and wanting. Something like honey, or maybe whiskey. At three-and-a-half blocks away from the tower, the two of you tumbled out of the car with a lacklustre happy new year, which the driver waved off. You paid him with too many bills, not willing to wait a second more.

The tower was deserted; even the lobby, which was usually lit up all hours of the day, was dark. The security guards had all left for the night, waved away by Tony with the insistence that FRIDAY could vet potential intruders while they enjoyed their evening. Your footsteps were painfully loud in the empty atrium.

Loki followed you up to your room like a spectre. By the time you got to your door, your hands were shaking so badly that you could hardly get your key into the lock, too distracted by the way Loki was mouthing at your jaw, breath hot and humid on your skin, his hands riding up your sides to tangle in the fabric of your dress.

“You have to stop for a second,” you gasped. “I can’t– I can’t think with you like this.”

His tongue traced a line over your pulse point. He turned you around and plucked the key from your hand before crowding you against the door, the open curve of his mouth a teasing pressure against yours. You heard the key grind against the little pins, then turn; Loki caught you at the last second when the door swung open underneath you, laughing, equal parts arrogant and aroused.

Loki leaned against the doorframe, his arms bracketing it on either side, and watched you back away. His head tilted; his eyes pulled you apart like a butcher pulled pork. You continued until the backs of your thighs met your couch, your bag and coat forgotten to the side in a sad heap. 

The deadbolt slid into place with a click. 

You beckoned him forward for a quick kiss. Hardly more than a peck.

“Oh, I think I deserve a little more than that.”

You hummed. “Careful, ben.. .”

“Bendr.” He reached up and toyed with your bottom lip, then leant down and licked where his thumb had been. “Your accent is infuriating.”

“I’m trying,” you gasped. One of his legs slotted between yours so he could lean his weight on the couch, effectively pinning you under him.

“Loki–” You were cut short by a sharp roll of his hips against yours. A truly evil grin shaded his handsome face before he tipped his head to kiss you again. You squirmed, turning your cheek; undeterred, Loki pressed his mouth to the highest point on your cheekbone. “Loki, really–”

“It’s fun. We’re just having fun, kitten.” He punctuated his sentence by working his hand over your body, palming one breast upwards with a turn of his wrist.

“Stop interrupting me.”

His mouth closed over your pulse point, dull teeth scraping over your skin with purpose. The hand not groping your chest slipped under your skirt, hiking it up so he could toy with the waistband of your underwear, drawing a featherlight path along the edge before occasionally sliding his thumb under, admiring the soft skin of your hip. Any coherent thought fizzled and stuttered until your mind was a blank well for him to pour his desire into. Don’t I make you feel good, he asked. Imagine what I can do with my hands. With my tongue.  

He cooed at you, licking a long, flat stripe up your neck. The hand around your hip slid even higher, slotting nicely under the jut of your ribcage. He pressed his face into the dip between your neck and shoulder and sighed, his chest filling then draining to a terrible, shaky emptiness. He pretended to smile. “Humour me. Use me.”

Using the hand in his hair, you twisted his head to the side and kissed him, pressing all the things you couldn’t say into his lips. How sorry you were for not speaking sooner. How you hoped there might be a future left to scrounge. "Have I ruined it?"

His mouth twisted to a funny line. You got the impression that he wanted to continue pretending, to slip into a caricature of himself where your words hadn't hurt him. Maybe it would be easier to act as if the two of you had organically fallen in love and not stumbled, face-first, into a strange, unconfident dance. But then -- Loki had made many mistakes in his lifetime. Had fought losing battles until the end of days in the name of spite, or pain. He couldn't fault you for a mistake he would have made ten-fold, had he been in the same scenario.

So he kissed your knuckles for the simple pleasure of kissing you.

“Loki." You would write him a hundred love letters after tonight. “Look at my neck.”

His hands drew away slowly, though the ghost of them lingered; his seidr smoothed up and down your sides, as if Loki was committing to memory the feel of you unconsciously.

He twisted the top button from its buttonhole, then followed the placket all the way to the top of your belly until your dress was limp and wide open. It slipped down your shoulders; you would have expected him to be ogling you, or to make some lecherous comment now that you were exposed to him, but his eyes stayed neutral, his hands shy where they traced your upper arms.

“I’m going to turn around now.” You disentangled your legs and twisted, drawing your feet up and over the back of the couch so you were seated on the back. 

He was silent for a while. “Have I developed your mortal hysteria? I must have conjured you up out of lust.”

“No, Loki. It’s just a… a cosmic prank, I guess.”

Silence yawned and stretched, a creature warmed from a long slumber. Eventually, Loki rounded the couch so he could kneel on the cushions between your knees. You wound him in by the collar of his shirt, fisting it until he was close enough to be kissed, whereafter he met you in steps – realization, that you were kissing him; elation, that he might get to kiss you; and desperation, to keep you there forever.

"What else could you call me?"

"Duva. Ljufi. Ah, ja, minn ljuflinkr."

"Ljufi?"

"Love." The stereo system under your tv picked up, crackling with static. The air grew thick with ozone and magic, which settled like humidity over the back of your neck and whispered nonsense. “Alright, my skittish kitten… What do you call me?”

“Hm... Love, maybe? Um, sweetheart? My soulmate?”

He nodded gravely, hands on either side of your face. “We have weeks to make up for. Again.”

You threaded your fingers through his belt loops, urging him to lean his weight on you. He followed gingerly, drawn by your voice like a dog on a lead. “Soulmate. My soulmate.”

He couldn’t ask you a third time. He was too busy committing to memory the curve of your mouth against his.

The picture was uploaded to Twitter on January 1st at 3:47 AM – It was terrible quality, taken in a dimly-lit bar only a minute after midnight. You and Loki were perfectly framed in a sea of lovers, so wrapped up in the other that you weren’t aware of the flash. Darcy’s lipstick was still smeared on your cheek; few stray curls hung in a curtain in front of Loki’s eyes; and his right hand was balled up in the fabric of your dress, the tension just right, so that the top few dots of your soulmark peeked out.

You were both beaming. 

[jjkthrow]

Who would be most compatible with a sub, brat, switch, or dom? For which ever men you want

18+ Minors DNI

Ino: vanilla. A bit insecure so uncomfortable as a dom a lot of “is this ok?” A bit endearing really. Being a sub just makes him feel lesser in general “do you really think that about me?” Has a hard time keeping it just in the bedroom, and will assume you always think of him as submissive if he subs, or that he sees you as subservient if he doms. Good boyfriend likes you to both feel equal.

Gojo: Bratty switch. The biggest brat actually. If he’s subbing don’t expect him to serve you without him jabbing a comment “is this the best you got?” “Aw is my pretty lady tired?” Better put that mouth to use. will gladly take over if you give him the opportunity but sees it more as you admitting defeat. Maybe not the healthiest dom/sub will definitely chide “well you’re the one on you’re knees for me, begging for my cock last night” fastest way to put him in his place is not letting him cum or touch himself. Doesn’t love a cockcage but it gets him to shut up, and prevents him from touching himself when your back is turned. If he hates being teased of course he will use that against you as well. When he’s dominant absolutely goes to his ego to hear you whimper or gag, but does have a safe word in place and a discussion about boundaries prior. When Satoru doms he loves edging you as long as he can, then overstimulating you beyond belief. He cums first, hunts down his own orgasm, but if he can’t make you cum he feels he hasn’t done his job. Needs it for his self security. How will he gloat and brag if he can’t make his girl cum? However he’s not above pulling you into a closet for a quickie and tell you he “owes you later” partially because he’s selfish, but also to keep you thinking about it the rest of the day. Big into touching you, just to rub it in your face that he hasn’t even fucked you yet. Loves to come in your mouth or all over you and get you messy, say he’s staking his claim. Thinks it’s sexy if you fall asleep nasty like that but won’t mention that part. Less assertive and more purring “why don’t you come take care of this for me.” Or “face down, you’ve been so bad” his biggest thing is making you wait, a sort of payback for making him wait. Might tie you up and leave you like that for a bit while he reads. If you’ve been particularly naughty will tape a vibrator to you and edge you on and off for what feels like hours. Screaming and crying in frustration and desperation. Loves to inspect you like you’re on display or an object “oh look how swollen, that must be some uncomfortable” if you’re being needy and overwhelming him, will make you cockwarm him and sit silently. Might not be the best at expressing his feelings but does want you to feel cared for in the end. It might just be in his own love language like touching his head to yours, bringing you a snack or holding you tight.

Geto: soft dom. Prefers a bratty sub who can keep up and play. However not opposed to a sub who’s insecure, he loves to build you up and praise you. Will make sure you know how much you mean to him and not belittle you. Not much into being dommed but won’t mind time to time if you have good chemistry, and trust that he can be vulnerable around you. Might still grab your hips and adjust the pace of his hands aren’t cuffed, even if he’s supposed to be subbing. Not every sex act you do is kinky and it’s laid back for him and not serious. Suguru has good etiquette, it stays strictly in the bedroom and he’s very careful and attentive about subdrop. Is secretly a bit possessive but won’t try to exercise control over you elsewhere. Doesn’t like to see you cry and gag. Likes his dominant roll to be more “look at me or get nothing” and “you can take it, good girl” maybe a little pain play such as biting, spanking, pushing the whole length in at one time so the stretch hurts a bit. Reads your face heavily, it’s about trust for him. Likes to hold his hand around your throat but not choke you, but will oblige if you’re into that. loves to hold you down or tie you up. Drag you back to him when you try to crawl away from overstimulation. Often very intimate if he’s in a relationship, fingers interlocked softly in juxtaposition as he rams into you, his other hand holding you down by your hair, or gripping your hips to make you keep his chosen tempo, shoving you down, forcing you to take the slowest but most brutal backshots. Prefers to cum inside you, but makes you beg for it, for him to breed you; though he doesn’t actually wish to get you pregnant and if you’re using a condom, it’s just for how sexy it sounds. Well he is technically cumming inside you. Just into a condom. Big on taking precautions and understanding the consequences of any actions. Doesn’t mind cleaning you up and the aftercare that comes with being a dom. Tries to hold off until you’ve had at least one orgasm.

Sukuna: DOM. Terrible etiquette. Wants total subserviency

Nanami: hmmm though I think he leans more towards vanilla personally, also enjoys to watch you get yourself off if he’s not in the mood, seeing you worked up over him while he lounges in a chair adjacent. Or when he comes home after a long day and you push him on the sofa and get on his lap, to start leaving hickeys down his neck and around his jaw. Doesn’t see this as dom/sub but just a more spicy sex life. Can be very strong in bed, will put you in a headlock and manhandle you but only if you absolutely beg him to. I mean pleading. Careful not to overexert you, usually leaving it to 1 to 1 for the orgasm score. Doesn’t have the stamina after that, you exhaust him. If you’re on top doing the work, likes to watch you with a soft open mouth smile. Holds back his moans and throws his head back instead, trying to break eye contact so he doesn’t choke out your name. Isn’t into anything particularly odd, and doesn’t love the idea of making you feel submissive to him, nor him to you. Likes a girl who’s a bit more freaky than him, but not self aware of that and is still very hesitant to partake in your fantasies.

[kookoomyboy]

an art gallery could never be as unique as you

⊂❀⊃ pairing : jungkook x oc

⊂❀⊃ genre : enemy!jk, fluff only lol, painting majors jk and oc

⊂❀⊃ wc: 1331

⊂❀⊃ summary : drabble | Drawing on your enemy's plaster to soothe him after he broke down in front of you.

⊂❀⊃ a/n : honestly dk why that title but i love that song sm so yes.

< jjk titles,,> ♡ kookoomyboy ®

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

The sound of rain hitting the rooftop rang in your ears making you more lethargic to even get up from the warmth of the soft bed. School was in a few hours, but you were still tucked up into the blanket, eyes wide open and staring at the rhythmic downpour. Oh, how you wished to stay a little longer cuddled up on your bed and experience the comfort of the rainy season. But too bad, you ought to go to school as there was an important test to attend. 

Slowly lifting yourself up, you head towards the bathroom to get your morning routine done, the rain still pouring proudly outside.

[ Time Skip: At School ]

Holding the umbrella close to your head to avoid getting yourself wet, you continue the stroll towards the campus, moving your legs a little faster, determined to reach on time. But there was something awfully odd throughout the morning. Jeon Jungkook, your so-called enemy who lives just opposite to your house, was nowhere to be found. 

Usually, before leaving your respective houses, he used to nag around you, trying his best to make you lose your shit and bicker back to him. It was supposed to feel peaceful without his constant annoying prattle but your guts spoke otherwise. Something was definitely not right. But as you drowned in your thoughts you were drowned and drenched by the rain too. A wave of rain collided with your body plucking you out of the string of thoughts. It took you sometime to realize that the rain had turned more fierce and your umbrella was lying on the ground.

“Uh-oh, where did I drift off to.” Chuckling and mentally facepalming, you immediately grabbed the umbrella and ran towards the entrance. 

The relief of finally getting inside before the final bell rang rushed through you, but still you were wet and thus needed another pair of uniform to change to. Rummaging through your bag, you tried to get hold of the extra pair you usually carry, but it seems like the situation was against your needs. The extra pair wasn’t in your bag. You had no other choice and decided to at least get to class on time. 

Panting from the long and fast run, you finally made it. But, no one was there yet. Just to confirm, you took a look into the clock that hung on the wall only to find that it was five minutes past the usual time. You sat down on one of the desks deciding to meet your teacher after you were a little dried up. 

Tapping your pen on the desk, you were yet again thinking about his doe eyes, soft features and the occasional eye contact you both used to share. Suddenly you heard sniffles coming from one of the corners in the room. Snapping your head towards the origin of the cries, you saw a figure curled up, a large coat wrapped around him. Wasn’t that him?

You hurried towards him and crouched down to meet his eyes as you gently placed your hand on his head alarming him as he jerked his head up to face you.

“Y-Y/N?” He managed to call you in between his sobs, immediately wiping off the tears, trying to look strong and okay.

“Jeon, why are you here? Where’s everyone?” You asked, shifting your hold to his shoulder, gripping ever so softly. Your touch made him feel some type of way, his body softening and relaxing at the close proximity. 

“Dumbo, don’t you remember we’ve painting session first? It’s Thursday.” He reminded you, your mouth forming a small ‘o’ at the information.

“But then why are you here all alone?” Throwing different questions at him, he scrunched his nose trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall anytime.

“Uh.. but tell me why you’re all drenched?” He let out trying to avoid your question as your suspective gaze shifted to his coat, noticing a white cloth poking out of the place where his right hand is supposed to be. 

Knowing well that he’ll try to hide that from you, not speaking a word, you slowly took off his coat, his eyes widening in astonishment, or every other synonym of "surprised" at your actions, but the poor guy couldn’t do anything as you stared at his plastered hand for a while.

“What’s this Jungkook? Did you —” He burst into a fit of sobs, making you panic, you scooted close to him and put your hands around his shoulder as he immediately stuffed his head into your neck, bawling his eyes out. 

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter, kook? Why are you crying? Aren’t you the strong annoying brat who bickers all the time? He who does not let his guards down in front of anyone no matter what?.” You cooed into his ears, the sniffles slowly subsiding. 

Kook, The name you gave him threw tingling sensations throughout his weak body. He felt loved after a long time. You both bicker all the time, you even title him as your “enemy” but none of that stopped him from loving you. His body was burning, and you noticed that. 

“Hey, you feel feverish. Jeon Jungkook, look at me.” You requested, as he slowly looked up, face stained in fresh tears that he let out. His doe eyes glancing into yours, still bloodshot from all the crying. 

You let out a small smile, looking at him, he still looked sad. Slowly removing your hands off his shoulder, you got up from the floor, heading towards the shelf. You knew how much he loved painting and drawing, probably he was sad that he couldn’t attend his favorite session of all. You took out a set of colorful permanent markers, closed the shelf and walked towards him. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion looking at you sitting back near him.

“What are you doing?” He rasped, that honey voice a little fazed, as you opened one of the markers and started drawing on his plaster.

He slowly smiled seeing you all focused on making a beautiful sketch. Involuntarily his eyes started admiring the beauty you held, both in heart and appearance. Tucking in the strands of hair that fell loose on your face, behind your ear, he noticed how you still didn’t lose focus. All these small things about you made his heart go feral, falling for you, the ocean your eyes held. The fathomless ocean of love. 

“And.. done !” You squealed in happiness at the masterpiece you created, even though the space was limited, it still looked cute and beautiful. 

“Now, Miss Y/N, explain the art piece you’ve just created.” He said, sounding like a professor as you slightly giggled. 

“Well, Mr. Jeon, this stick figure, with the school bag and umbrella is me and it’s raining cats and dogs, as you can see here.” 

“These blue marks are rain?” He asked as you nodded in reply.

“Very creative.” He “complimented” making you smile and bow your head to him earning a cute giggle in return.

“And this one here, you can see me all drenched in rain, my umbrella long gone and yeah that’s it. It’s not the best but hope you like it Mr. Jeon, even though you usually criticize my wonderful pieces of creativity.” You were done speaking as he shook his head lightly and giggled yet again.

“I love it, Y/N.” His gaze turned deep, looking into your eyes with love and passion making you feel nervous out of nowhere.

You fiddled with your fingers as Jungkook took his un-injured left hand to make you look at him. Gently, he pressed his cherry lips on your strawberry-like ones, making you shocked but go with the flow, kissing him back. He pulled away and looked into your eyes yet again.

“And I love you.” 

[syrma-sensei]

Somewhere In Your Heart, Ch.8: Broken Hearts.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!reader.

Rating: Explicit.

Setting: In the early 80s.

Warnings: angst, angst, angst...

Word Count: 2.6k.

Summary: Soldier Boy lives through the ennui of his peak, but everything is about to change when he has a shift in his heart.

He's down ten points so far.

Ben glares at the assistant from Crisis Management who delivered him the news with indignant, green eyes. He snatches the newspaper from the poor guy's hands. His brow twitches in irritation as he reads this line.

America's golden son is a spoiled boy.

He scoffs at the title. But he gotta hand it to them, they're becoming more and more creative with the headlines. He snickers again. He won this country a goddamn war, and the first time people find out about his harmless recreational usage of coke, they immediately bite him in the ass.

Ungrateful fucks, he grunts. Should've let the Nazis kill them all.

He crumples up the page and tears it off with a sharp jerk of his hand.

“You talked to the house yet?” He grumbles. The fact is those shots of him sniffing powder shouldn't have been snapped in the first place. He fucking pays them to maintain some privacy for fuck’s sake.

“There’s been no answer yet, sir.” The assistant’s voice waver with caution. Well, he better be, because one wrong word and Soldier Boy would snap.

“Then get the fucking lawyers into this shit!” He growls, “Should I teach you your fucking job?!”

The assistant gulps, “R-Right away, sir.” He scurries away, back to his apartment. Fucking retard. That's what he gets when he relies on Vought to cover his ass; he gets fucked.

Nevertheless, it makes him wonder, who had the balls to do that?! To tarnish his reputation. He's aware that some people aren't so fond of him, but very few dared to speak out. Soldier Boy is the face of the US. Making him look bad is a direct attack on the fucking country.

He makes his way to Legend's office. He steps in without even bothering to knock.

“One day.” He enunciates, thinking one day is generous enough to have put a button on this shit, “If this ain't sorted out, I'll take matters into my fucking hand.”

Before Legend can utter a word, Ben leaves the room as quickly as he entered, heading back to his private quarters. Where he can be with one who can make him feel everything is okay.

“Hey, sweetheart…” He announces as he walks in. He finds you reading one of those fucking tabloids: Daily Supes. His eyes furrow.

You gaze up from the newspaper in your hands, “Ben, what's going on?” You say as you stand up, ambling towards him.

“I got fucking ambushed.”

You flinch a tad at the word. Does he know it was you? No, it's not possible, because if he did, you wouldn't have been here.

“Any idea on who it might be?” You ask gingerly.

“Not yet. But they're investigating it as we speak…” He sighs, “I gave them one day. If they don't bring me a name, I'll handle it myself. And tell ya one thing, it's gonna be ugly if I do.”

You gulp, tearing your gaze away from him, eyes are on the newspaper again.

“Hey,” He approaches you, taking the tabloid and tossing it aside. His hands cradle your face. “It’ll be alright, doll, I promise.” His voice is raspy, “It’s not the first time someone tries that kind of shit.”

You nod, putting on a small smile.

He smiles back, “Here it is,” He dips down and pecks your lips, “Oh, and for the record, Legend and I have been up to something for ya…”

“Something for me?”

“That's right.” He says, “You’re gonna sing another song, and with me.”

“Really?!” You gush, eyes sparkling.

“I’m not fucking with you, dollface, it'd be a shame not to let that pretty voice of your be of use.”

“When will that happen?”

“Once we sort this shit out.”

You feel a stab of guilt pierces through your chest. And now you know you truly fucked up. You fucking had the one-time chance and fucked it up. You could've bitten the bullet, found it in yourself to forgive Ben in time. And you would've lived a thousand times better life than anything you would imagine to come up with.

But you fucked it up.

You hold back the tears that start to burn your eyes, but they run down your cheeks anyway. Ben's brows furrow, “What’s wrong, baby?” He says in the gentlest voice ever.

You wipe your tears with the back of your hands, “I-It’s nothing…” You sniffle, “I just realised how lucky I am to have you… to be yours.”

Your stomach roils in convulsion at your sick lies. It's still a wonder to you that you're still capable of lying, and to the man you're falling in love with no less.

You're so fucked.

Ben kisses your tears away, then his mouth trails down to your lips. Soft and tender. And your tears pours down again. The question rises again… why does it have to be like this?

Ben wakes up from a nap after you two had… something akin to sweet sex. Could he call it lovemaking? Maybe. But one thing for sure, you looked and sounded beautiful when he fucked you. Your moans, your squirms, your tears of pleasure. All beautiful. Just like you. Sometimes he thinks it's the only thing he exceeds at. Making you feel good. Maybe he's finally good enough for someone, and he's glad that it's you. You deserve it.

He glances down at your, you're sleeping soundly, head resting on his chest. He smiles and kisses the top of your head before he expertly slither away from your hold.

Ben freshens up in the bathroom, then he makes himself a cigarette and smokes it in the living room of his chambers.

Then there's a knock on the door. “Soldier Boy… Mr. Edgar wants to see you.”

“Do you know what the fuck he wants?”

He shakes his head, “No, sir.”

Ben smacks his lips, waving his hand dismissively, “I’ll see him when I have time.”

“I’m afraid the matter is urgent sir. He persists to see you immediately.”

He grunts, puffing out a ring of smoke. “I’m here if he wants to have a little chit chat.”

“I’m afraid he wants to see you in his office, sir.”

Ben groans again and muffles the cigarette in the ashtray. “Fine,”

After five minutes, Ben is in Edgar's office.

“You wanted to see me, Stan?” Ben drawls as walks in.

The man smiles cordially at Ben, “Indeed, I did. Please have a seat.”

Ben sits in the chair across from Edgar's desk. He puts a leg over the other, and leans backwards into the backrest of the chair, putting his arms on the armrest. Ben might as well be swinging his dick, so that little shit knows his place.

Edgar's lips are still curling in that sickening smile, “I see you're so fond of Ms. (L/N)...”

“She’s a good girl who makes me cum without regret.” He asserts, he doesn't want to display any kind of affection he harbours for you to anyone, especially this man. Because he knows they'd use it against him in some way. And he won't have it.

Edgar chuckles, unfazed by Ben's crude words, “I must say, you make quite the couple.” Ben raises his brow.

But the amusement in Edgar's voice vanishes and it turns cold, “Your satisfaction with this company is a priority to us as long as it doesn't contradict with its best interests.”

Ben's eyebrows furrow, “Meaning?”

Edgar slides open a drawer to his desk and fetches a file and gives it to Ben.

“Meaning that any gimmickry against you is against us…”

Ben opens the file and his eyes widen as they land on pictures taken of you with some… gal.

“That young lady is Lana Miller, a journalist who works for Daily Supes, a vulgar tabloid. A resource claims she and Ms. (L/N) had an agreement. I’m afraid your girl has betrayed our trust.”

Ben doesn't heed Edgar's words as he remembers you reading the same exact tabloid this morning. You. The leak was you? Ben closes his eyes then opens them again, an attempt to digest it.

But why? Everything he ever did to you millions of women wouldn't have even dreamt of it. He took you in, salvaged you from that cunt, made you his. Loved you.

Edgar's rolling his lips talking, but Ben doesn't catch anything of what the formers said. “...I hope you understand.”

“What resource?” Ben asks calmly, yet his teeth grit.

Edgar clicks his tongue, “Theodore Adana.”

Ben snorts. That old fuck, the leader of The Church Of The Collective? Vought can't just believe anything comes out of that fraud’s mouth. For all he understands Edgar attended Theodore’s grandchild's baptism. They named him Alistair for Christ's sake. Why would he accuse you of such a thing in the first place? Could he possibly be one of your previous clients? No, Jack had no business in pulling in religious leaders.

Confusion gnaws on Ben's stomach when he looks down again at your pictures with the Lana chick, and he doesn't like it.

“No,” Ben answers.

“Pardon, Soldier Boy…”

“I’ll handle it.”

It came down to his hands after all.

“But…”

“I said I'll handle it!”

When you wake up, you don't find Ben next to you in bed. Instead, you wake up to your line ringing like crazy.

You pick up the handle of the telephone. “Hello—”

“Everything’s fucking crazy, (Y/N)!” You hear Lana’s voice shriek from the other end, you lift the phone away a bit. Then your eyes widen when you realise it.

“Are you nuts?! Calling me here!” You sit up, hushing your voice in fear of Ben being out in the living room.

“What does it matter?!” She shrieks again, “You have what you wanted, the bastard who killed your brother is busted in the balls. Anyway, we should meet…”

“Like hell we are…” You hiss, “You don't know what's happening here, they're looking for the culprit and if they knew I was the mole, I'd be dead.”

“That’s exactly why we should meet!” She inveigles, “We should hit them again before they know it. I made you a deal for an interview tomorrow night—”

You silence her, “You did what?!”

“Like I said we need to talk, but not with Vought being on our asses.”

You contemplate your options and finally give in. “Okay…”

“Here’s where we're gonna meet…”

You don't know how you managed to slip through the tower's heavy security, but you did anyway. Lana's spot is a park where you two can blend in without causing much attention.

She waves a hand at you and you sit next to her on a bench. You scan the park again. It's buzzing with life, kids shrinking and playing in the yard, families on picnic blankets. Your mind swaps you and Ben with one of those families, conjuring a picture of you two having a happy normal life.

You could've had it, but you fucked it up.

“You did so well, (Y/N)!” Lana says, roiling that image until it perishes in your head. The high pitch of her voice already starts to grate on your gears. “I mean having him snorting some nasty shit… you nailed it.”

You're not sure you should compliment yourself for that. Guilt stabs in your chest, and you fight it. He killed my brother. You reason with yourself. You can believe you're doing this. The man took your brother's life and you're agonizing over what you did to him. He had it coming. Another type of guilt pierces through your chest. You’re practically trying to convince yourself of something you are ready to turn a blind eye to. You can't believe it. Soldier Boy must've really done a number on you.

“Congratulations! You put your brother's soul to rest now.”

But did you put yours by doing that?

You gather your purse and stand up, “I don't want to have anything to do with this or you anymore.” Maybe it's too late, but you said it anyway.

The pompous glee in Lana's eyes vanishes as she looks up at you, “What do you mean? You still have to fight! Do you think Vought will just cut you loose when they find out it was you?”

“Are you threatening me, Ms. Miller?” You spit.

She bolts up on her feet, “No, but I'm not the one who's acting like a cum bucket to my brother's murderer.”

You slap her.

“You fucking slut!” She hisses at you, grabbing her reddened cheek. “I should've never put my hand in a whore’s like you.”

You chuckles bitterly at her low blow. “That’s right. Whores like me can't be trusted.” You shrug, “Now if I hear anything from you and I mean anything… I'll burn you and your stupid tabloid to fucking ground.”

“You’ll pay for this…”

“I’d like to see you try, bitch.”

Lana scurries away and you smile in triumph at her cowardly retreat. You expected more fight, but whatever. You turn on your heel, and your smile wavers as they fall upon none other than Ben himself. You startle on your spot.

Whores like me can't be trusted. Those words echo in Ben's mind as he stares at you. He dressed casually and followed you since you left the tower. He heard everything.

“Ben…” You say breathlessly.

“Was it you?” His voice is stringent, leaving no room for lying.

You look down then up at him again. You nod.

Bitterness mars Ben's face for a moment before it regains composure. He can't show vulnerability. Not to you, not to anyone.

“Do you care telling me fucking why?” His eyes swirl with the pain of betrayal, and it pours down on your back like an ice bucket.

Your breath goes choppy before you regain your aplomb again. Even though your eyes sting with tears, your voice doesn't break as you answer, “You killed my brother. Six years ago, you and your pals burnt down a building while chasing villains, you left many casualties behind, he was one of them. But you don't care, do you?” Your tears break their tension and spill in two rivulets rolling down your cheeks.

A heavy silence envelopes you two, only interrupted by the children's happy squeaks.

You search his face looking for anything akin to remorse, regret, that he's sorry, anything… but you find nothing but hard green eyes piercing through your soul.

“Did you get your revenge?” He asks, voice stoic, icy.

You take a step forward, “Ben it's—”

He raises his hand up, stopping you, “Answer the question.”

“You killed my brother, Ben… I wanted to hurt you, somehow.” You say through your tears, “You have my brother's blood on your hands…”

“He wasn't the first and won't be the last.” He asserts, “People die when they come in my way, (Y/N).”

A vein pulses in your temple, “Die… just die?!” You snap, “Those people have names, Ben! Have families, people who love them!” You grit your teeth, your tears aren't stopping, and your voice isn't helping you as it's cracking, “I hate you! I fucking hate you!”

You hate him for freeing you, for taking care of you, for making your heart beat, for making you question yourself, for killing your brother.

You fucking hate him.

“I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore.” You do him as you did that bitch. They came and here they go, in then out of your life, like most people do.

With that, Ben leaves you, and you collapse on the ground, you cry your heart out on the grass. Some people try to help you, but you push them away. You sit there all day long, until you return to your original home.

You return to Jack.

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[A]ctivities: What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

He's a busy man, maybe he can't spend much time with you, but when he's with you, he'll spend this time in the best way.

He’d probably love to spoil you, buy you expensive stuff and take you shopping around, basically always wants to keep you close to him.

Probably take you out on expensive dates and to the most expensive restaurants, he will definitely love flaunting his wealth.

He knows how (and he will) make you happy even without using his wealth. Of course his presence alone is enough. So cuddling on the couch while you’re in his arms and he’s just playing with your hair, is another way to spend time together.

He's Mr. Creative date planner. He can take you to a wrestling match one night and surprise you by winning the prize.

He can take you to the farthest place outside the city and make a flower crown for you while you are sitting in the plain.

He can also invite you to his place to make funny clay sculptures together.

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[B]eauty: What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He thinks you’re beautiful, smart, intelligent, talented, witty, and just overall perfect.

"You're the best, Miss hunter, aren't you?" *murmuring into your ear*

He’s quite obsessed with you and the way you act and he loves every little thing about you.

Sylus especially likes the way you laugh and smile, and he likes it a lot when you look at him with your warm gentle eyes.

He loves your small, delicate hands, whenever he can, he’ll just hold your hand or caress it. (Or maybe he'll kiss the back of your hand, just to make you blush.)

He finds your eyes, lips, and every little detail about your face absolutely beautiful.

He’ll probably be obsessed with your scent even, and wants to constantly have you in his arms so that he would get to breathe it in.

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[C]omfort: How would they help their s/o when they feel down/ have a panic attack etc.?

Sylus immediately notices it if you’re feeling down and he would immediately come to comfort you.

He’d try to make you feel better by holding you and comforting you, probably telling you anything that could soothe you, while caressing your hair.

"Shhh... kitten. I'm here." *kissing your tears gently.*

He'll be really protective of you if you’re having a panic attack and wouldn’t let anyone who isn’t him get close to you.

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[D]reams: How they picture their future with their s/o?

He is not a dreamer and most of the time he's too realistic, he doesn't give himself false hope and prefers not to act like a fool.

Although sometimes...

Sometimes, He imagines you holding your children.

Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a mini version of you running around his depressing mansion like a duckling?

(This idea mostly comes to his mind when he sees you and the twins together.)

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[E]qual: Are they the dominate one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He is absolutely the dominant in the relationship, he’s also a possessive one. (Hee can also be a bit passive, specially when you're on your brave Miss hunter mood.)

"I don't mind if you save me, miss hunter."

Yes, Sylus doesn't need a kitten to save him, but if the kitten wants this... then he sat back and watches his kitten, fighting for him~

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[F]ight: Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Sylus probably won’t be easy to forgive in the beginning, it depends on the severity of whatever you did that you need to ask for forgiveness.

He would be the type to get really mad at first and would probably give you the cold shoulder, but also constantly making sure that he’s in your sight, just to piss you off.

but he’s also the type that probably won’t stay mad for long and will eventually forgive you and just go back to tease you about it for a while.

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[G]ratitude: How grateful are they in general?Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Sylus definitely is grateful for any and every thing that you do for him, the little things and big things.

If he is happy, if he smiles when he sees a pigeon, and if he buys groceries with more pleasure (he never buys them himself before), it's only because of you; Because he knows that a special person who's name is y/n, is waiting for him to try his cooking.

He knows you'll wait for him to get to the kitchen so you can hug him from behind or surprise him by poking his back.

"Is this your way of saying hello, kitten?... hmm? It's my turn now."

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[H]onesty: Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He does have a lot of secrets, he’s definitely the type too, but it’s mostly because most of them have to do with his work, which is illegal...?

he probably wouldn’t share them with you, mostly for your safety, but he would probably be completely vulnerable around you, you’re the only person that can and probably will be able to make him vulnerable.

Though he won’t say it, he would probably be scared of you getting hurt if you involved yourself in these things.

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[I]nspiration: Did their s/o changed them somehow, or the other way around? Like, trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Sylus definitely changed, because he developed feelings (though he’s not fully aware of them), and he slowly became more vulnerable when he was with you.

he also slowly started having certain thoughts and feelings (jealousy, possessiveness) that he didn’t use to have, but now that you’re in his life, it’s all starting to appear.

He still has lots of personal problems, he’s like a really closed off type, but if anyone knows how to open him up, it’s probably you.

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[J]ealousy: How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

Dragons are surely jealous and possessive... what's theirs it just for them.

He probably would get really, really jealous if other people talk to you or even look at you in a way that he doesn’t like.

he would probably try to stay cool on the outside, but in the inside he would be burning up and he would probably keep you by his side in some way, like having his hand around your waist or something.

"So you're here kitten, I was looking for you."

"Don't leave me behind or else you'll miss me." *raises an eyebrow*

He also gives a death glare to whoever is making him feels jealous.

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[K]isses: What are they kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you ? Where do they like to be kissed?

Sylus is pretty intense, especially if he’s the one to initiate the kiss. he would probably pull you close and press your body close to his, he would have his hand around your waist or holding the back of your head, pulling you in.

"Get use to it, kitten."

He likes to kiss your neck and lick the soft skin there, and he’d probably like it if you kissed his lips while holding the sides of his face.

Yes yes... his knees get weak when your lips meet his chin, brushing closer to his neck and ears.

"You're playing with fire, kitten."

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[L]ove Confession: How would they confess to their s/o?

His actions are usually shows how he feels, (and he waits... he waits for you to remember him and kiss him and then he'll kiss you back.)

But if you're to lost and he'll get impatient...

No... he won't be a stuttering mess. but as you’ve probably never seen him in this state, it can be a bit uncharacteristic and maybe even funny to see how he was usually so reserved and strong, but around you, all bets are off...

"Kitten, your IQ is really low." *Pulls the scarf around your neck and kisses you roughly.*

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[M]ornings: How are mornings spent with them?

He hates the day, so he definitely won't wake up earlier than you.

But on days when he wakes up earlier than you...

He likes looking at your peaceful sleeping face and admiring it for a while.

"What a brave kitty, peacefully asleep in the arms of a monster... should I tease you a little?" *biting your earlobe gently.*

He'll kiss and caress your face or hair, just gently admiring your presence and how beautiful you are.

when you wake up, he’ll probably hold you close to him and not let you leave his arms for a while.

"Stop moving miss hunter. The world is safe, so stay here a little longer." "Sylus, I need to pee..." "can't you hold it a little bit longer?"

after he’s finally let you out of his arms, he’d probably follow you to the bathroom and helps  you combing your hair.

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[N]ights: How are nights spent with them?

Sylus loves to tell you bedtime stories and probably tuck you in bed and won’t let you sleep until his story ends. (Each of the stories will have an unexpected ending for sure.)

He likes to watch you sleep peacefully and admire your face, caressing it sometimes, but mostly just holding you in his arms.

He will be the big-spoon and be very clingy, holding you to him so tight that you wouldn’t be able to leave even if you tried.

he’d probably kiss your face and run his hand through your hair while caressing your body, taking in your scent and feel of your skin.

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[O]pen: When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

He Hides Things about Himself. he wouldn’t reveal too much about himself, especially the illegal stuff he does for his work.

but he would probably reveal some things slowly to you once he’s sure he can trust you and once he’s sure that you won’t try to run away from him, he’d also probably trust you more as time passes and would be more and more vulnerable and open about himself.

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[P]DA: Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with they're s/o infront of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. When others are watching?

Sylus will definitely be upfront about it, he wouldn’t really care if other people see...

he actually loves to flaunt his relationship with you, he’d put his hand around your waist and hold you close.

"Come here, kitten."

Sylus wouldn’t be shy when it comes to kissing or showing affection to you in front of other people.

And be knows he has to be 'Sky' infront of your friends, but it's okay...

he'll be the Sky, and he'll be infront.

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[Q]uirk: Random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship?

He is a giant human heater. His body is always warm.

You can hug him on cold winter nights and you won't need a blanket anymore.

Is your period painful this month? Sylus is here to massage your belly with his warm hands.

When you’re kissing, you can feel your lips are burning. 

When he's kissing your skin? You feel like you're melting every time his lips brush over your skin.

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[R]omance: How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliche or rather creative?

Sylus us the type to be extremely romantic when it comes to you. And he has his own special way of expressing his affection and love to you.

he’d do anything for you, the things he would do for you can be both cliche (like bringing you to expensive restaurants and buying you expensive things) and creative (like writing you love poems and letters)

Let me count... He gave you a ring, he gave you a handmade flower crown? And he carried you around to show people that you're his lover... he let you win in every game? (This one is not that correct, specially in kitty cards...)

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[S]ecurity: How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?

Sylus is the type to step in front and shield you from any danger, he wants to protect you at all costs. 

he would only let you ‘protect’ him if and only if he’s in a vulnerable state, probably after an injury or after a very hard mission, where he would let you take care of him (in the most caring and loving way of course.)

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[T]ry: How much effort would they put into dates , anniversaries, gifts and everyday tasks?

He would very much put a lot of effort into every date, anniversary or gifts that he gets you.

Sylus would constantly put 110% effort in making sure that the date, the gift and the anniversary are absolutely perfect for you, but he won't be that anxious to get your response to it.

He knows he has done a great job.

"You're face shows that you're happy, miss hunter. Now, what you'll give me instead? I'll wait to see your special gift for me."

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[U]nderstanding: How good do they know their s/o? Are they empathetic?

Sylus knows you at a really deep level, he knows you inside and out at this point. 

he’s surprisingly empathetic and he notices the little details about you, probably how you move your hand when you’re nervous, what you actually mean when you’re not expressing it verbally, and the way you respond to things, and all subtle details in between.

Sylus definitely understands you completely and is really good at figuring out what you’re thinking without you actually saying anything.

"Of course I know my kitten... I know her very well."

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[V]alue: How important is the relationship to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in their life?

The relationship with you means everything to him, it’s his top priority.

he’d probably even abandon his work or anything just so he can come and save you if you’re in danger.

Sylus can and will give up everything for you if you wanted him to. 'Everything' even if it's his own life.

(Don't make me sad, don't make me cry... *I'm crying in the background*)

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[W]ild card: A random fluff headcanon.

Sylus likes to give you massages, especially massaging your scalp because you always look cute when he does it.

"You know what you look like now?" *smirks*

"a kitten who enjoys receiving scalp massage."

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[X]OXO: Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Sylus is just a giant dragon who love cuddling (secretly) and he's incredibly affectionate and clingy, especially when it’s just the two of you.

He’d love to hold and kiss you any chance he gets and he’ll always seek some sort of physical contact like holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist.

Whenever you’re close to him, he’ll probably have his hands all over you, especially on your hips, waist, thighs and hair. He likes your hair.

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[Y]earning: How will they cope when they're missing their s/o?

Sylus would be really restless if he misses you a lot, but he'll try to keep himself busy with work so he doesn’t think too much about you.

He'll finally give up and call you just so he can hear your voice.

"Why did I call?... hmm... no reason." *silence*

"just wanted to hear your voice, kitten. How was your day 'without me'?"

he might also become a little more clingy and possessive when you’re reunited with him because he missed you so much.

(He'll send Mephisto to stalk you all the time.)

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[Z]eal: Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Sylus is absolutely willing to go to any length for your relationship.

he’d do absolutely anything, he’d break any law or rule for you, because he has a sort of tunnel vision when you’re involved.

As I said, he’d probably throw away anything and everything for you if that’s what it takes for the relationship to last (work, reputation, material things, money, people)

He will die for you, he will kill for you and no matter how hard is life for him, he'll be back to you if it's what you want.

"The bond between us will never be lost."