#the first few ones i was stuck on what to do 😭😭 but i eventually got it👍

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Ryomina Week DAY 1: First Meeting/Childhood Friends

Based on the scene in the movies when they met, he was so crazy for jumping off a fucking building.😭

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Strong Coffee and Sweet Cakes

Chapter Three ‘The Price of Doing What You Love’

Genre - BTS FF, a/b/o dynamics, a/b/o BTS and MC, Ot7 x fem MC/reader, so fluffy, little angst, eventual smut

Warning - mentions of exhuastion, stress, tension, small injury mentions (accidental burns, muscle strains), lmk if theres any more to add!

Summary - A new cafe near the Hybe building will change the 7 members of Bangtan’s lives forever, 7 alphas in a pack? A recipe for disaster. Until a sweet omega starts to stir up their world with a little bit more sugar and slowly their loneliness dissolves

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Author Notes - I’m sorry for how long this took! Issues with saving on my laptop meant I lost the entire second half of this chapter and had no time to rewrite, it’s finally here though and chapter 4 is already in the making!

It can begin to pick up from here, finally met the first milestones I’d say. Yes they are all drawn to eachother but I don’t intend for them instantly to just realise and jump right in so this is maybe a slow burn, although I’ll be incorporating a lot of brief mentioned scenes like the scene with Hoseok asking about Y/n’s friends and a lot of spaces in the timeline (short ones) like the beginning where I show they progressed over a few weeks.

This just makes their relationship more realistic and it’s not going to be an instant change, I’d like to build a lot more on their individual characters too!

Aside from all the problems getting this chapter out, I’m happy with it (I think) please excuse any spelling or punctuation errors 😭

The following few weeks are busy but... Progressive. Your cafe continues to be as busy as ever but you have the special addition of three new customers. Namjoon tries to come in most days, he quickly learnt you work behind the scenes some days and he began to think his whole trying to come in every day was a little forward or pushy - even if you didnt see it that way - internally he knew he wasnt visiting just for the coffee and bakes so he came when he could, naturally rather than making it a part of his schedule. If he felt particularly peckish or really needed a break, hed come to get a coffee, but - only - on the days where you were working Upfront not that hed verbally admit that.

Hed argue that you just made his coffee better but the truth is that he visits for you - even if the coffee and food is amazing. Somehow you just brighten his day, make it a little easier with your expressive care and sweet gestures. The girls had began to tease you, finding a pattern when they were working of Namjoon coming in and then standing frozen like a lost puppy when one of them was behind the counter rather than you - of course he never asked for you - but Soojin did witness him making a small comment about you being back the following day when he returned and so they prodded, teased, pryed but you simply brushed them off. He just enjoys your coffee, right?

Its not like Namjoon ever made a bad impression on one of the others, he was as polite as ever, the only time they ever saw even a little bit of disappointment on his face that stuck was the day he couldnt see any of his new favourite pretzels behind the display and had even asked if there was any and he was just passing over them. Much to his dismay, you hadnt prepared any that day but when you found out, it felt like the end of the world, your heart pounded a little and you made sure there was his favourite pretzels every single day. Even if they werent on display, sometimes Namjoon would come in and whilst hed ordering his coffee, one of the girls will slide over a plate from behind the counter, labelled in your handwriting 'Reserved!' and they'd explain youd set it aside for him. 

His brain chemistry felt like it changed when you did that, he froze, his heart began to beat faster, something swelling within him - pride? Joy? pure and utter admiration? An intense desire to give you the world for your incredibly sweet gesture? 

Confronting- or rather- gently questioning you about it on his next visit rewarded him with the sight of your cheeks flushing red, a light stutter taking over your usually confident speech and a rather hasty explanation that only brought a wide smile onto his face and a blush of his own, sincerely thanking you and praising you for it only to watch you practically skip away when youd finished talking. This was also the day you exchanged names, your name then passed on to your other two new customers. 

These two are less- lets put it straight- adamant. Although they can feel the pull to be around you, they decide to be a lot more subtle than Namjoon, really only visiting when they are craving a - good - coffee/drink of any kind or a sweet pastry. Honestly, your relationship with them progresses at the same rate.

Hoseok finds himself ordering your banoffee pie every visit along with a medium roast americano or- if hes visiting in the early morning you prepare him a fresh fruit juice alongside his coffee, claiming he should have something properly hydrating before his day. Ultimately, its because along with learning eachothers names, youd also worked out a kind of dynamic where youd slowly learn more and more about them and their lives, sometimes theyd tell you what theyd done or are going to do that day, sometimes theyd tell you a story about one of the other members, you love it all, are interested in it all. You happily listen and give input to their every sentence, laughing sometimes, symapthising and borderline lecturing at others. On this journey, you'd discovered that the alpha that originally would appear smiley but felt slightly intimidating and definitely confident, was a dancer, an amazing one at that and he often spent most days doing atleast some form of dance so yiu began to stress the importance of him beginning his day hydrated. 

He'd watched in surprise the first day you did it, eyebrows raised and lips parted befre tilting his head in curiosity at your actions. Then he found a little fun in it, the way you breathed in a little more before speaking thinking it would help you get your words out but ultimately finding it didnt since his scent invaded your body and slowed your mind a little, that was... amusing. 

Especially intriguing when Hoseok leant forward, resting his head on his hand, in the way you do getting slightly closer to show your listening, only making your eyes widen more and brain falter a little, practically shaking yourself out of your daze to explain. Hoseok wasnt cruel though- he dropped it and got back to his gentle smile when youd finished talking and thanked and praised you for your thoughtfulness but maybe that was just as bad because you went even redder, teetering on the spot and fiddling with your fingers because good lord it felt amazing to hear it from him.

You'd scurried off, if thats the right way to put it, afterwards, his intimidating - and too attractive for anyones good - aura just making it hard to focus for the rest of the day, your mind a little scrambled even when Yoongi came in for his iced americano - having briefly heard about your interaction that morning - and acted all nonchalant and lazy about it until suddenly blurting out that you should sit down, your a little shakey, take a little break before you begin again and then went on about his merry day but it had only driven you further into your madness. What were they doing to you?!

Safe to say you crashed especially hard into your nest that night and - maybe - slept a little better than usual, their words playing in your mind on repeat, transforming into blissful dreams that you scold yourself for in the morning. Seeing Namjoon first thing that morning - when you were just making sure everything was in check before retreating back into the kitchen - had seemed to settle your body, putting you back into calm, focused routine, his clumsy but cute mannerisms and intrigue in your every small word feeling natural, so natural that you slowly left your frenzy during the day and were ready to face either of the two offending alphas that following day if they chose to come in. 

They might occasionally be driving you a little crazy but your doing it back to them tenfold. Truthfully, you dont leave their minds, they stay longer than they plan to everytime they visit your cafe, just watching, observing, admiring you. Even if you arent there, sometimes theyll stay just to catch a trail of your sweet, doughy scent, it just sets their day off right you know? Or makes a not so great day into one slightly more bearable.

Sometimes they’d come in and you already knew something was wrong before they’d even walked up to the counter or sat down but before you got there, you’d decipher wether to ask them about it, or to pretend it didn’t happen, and god they appreciate that. You just know, and it’s strange how fast that had all happened and become routine.

Sometimes you’d listen whilst making their coffees, sometimes when it’s less a lot less busy you’ll sit down with them for a short while and you don’t even have to answer, just listening makes it better, the way they can tell your actually listening and in return, not that you expect anything in return, there’s been days where they’ve absolutely done the same, looked at you in pure worry, ushering you to sit down and just say it all

Your unapologetically yourself, scolding them for their habits on some days and on others merely being a light in a gloomy sky for them, like when Hoseok’s running his hand through his hair repeatedly you know he’s stressed and don’t say a single thing about him ordering a double espresso at 5pm

Or when Namjoon clumsily lets a tiny hint of his strong, assertive scent out when his eyebrows are furrowed and he’s deep in thoughts, although it often makes you stumble a little you try not to show it, and if you can’t hide it you make a little joke, something that will make him apologise a little - even if you didn’t want any apology - but equally smile and lighten up even a little

Yoongi tends to just be a bit more silent, more than usual, a slight tension in his face and on those days, you make your way over and just silently accompany him if your given the chance, if not you just linger a little, top up his coffee without him asking, send him a short, telling smile and that’s more than enough for him. If he wants to talk about it, he knows you’ll listen, if not, you’ll silently be there.

Even when they are alone they find themselves smiling like idiots, thinking back about your conversations together, even the shortest ones, the way you scold them without a care anymore if their unhealthy habits show a bit too much, trying to guide them back onto a healthier path. Your every word replays in their heads, your every move, practically documenting your reactions to certain things like praise, their actions, their tone and their scents and you become a fascination theyve never felt before. The sweetest treat they could imagine, even without you trying to be. 

Safe to say they do a poor job of hiding it too, jealously lingers from the remaining 4 members of the pack when the three rappers just show up a little less stressed, a little more energetic for practice, a tad happier than the others. Curiosity follows the jealousy and they pry, the three just brushing it off a little, not for the sake of hiding it, more so trying to deny the fact that you are having sucha big impact on them. 

Everyone's been acting a big strange recently though. Jungkooks soft things frenzy was shortly brushed off, only to be followed by Jimin suddenly becoming very, very concerned with his clothes. Not how they look- nothing like that, specifically, how they feel. Hed put on a shirt only to cringe and practically banish it if it wasnt soft enough, if it didnt feel right, as right as he could explain. There soon was a pile accumulated of clothes he didnt deem soft and gentle enough, even if his skin was never bothered by it, his mind was, it just wasnt soft enough and thats all there is too it. Right?

They arent the only ones feeling and acting strange, alongside your clearly conflicting and growing feelings towards the three pretty alphas that youd grown to like so much, your instincts seemed to multiply. Their scents? Overwhelming, in the best way, more and more everyday, you just wanted to bottle it up and found yourself searching for any reminents of it on your clothes when you got home even if youd made no contact with them. Then your nest, which has always been your pride and joy, began to feel a little small, its big enough for you but somethings telling you it simply isnt big enough and when youd confided on your six amazing friends over your weekly dinner, theyd shared knowing glances with eachother and gently encouraged you to follow what felt right. 

So there you are, gathering even more blankets, duvets and pillows, pushing and pulling to expand your nest a bit but there is something missing and you just cant put your finger on it, something thats making it even harder to sleep properly than usual. It has you huffing through your monday, sighing every second you get alone even if you of course put on a smile for the customers. Something;s missing, but what? 

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"We are done! Everything's ready'" - Exclaims of happiness and relief start to flood through the practice room as their choreographer declares everyones learnt the dances and theyd only need refreshers from here on out, so for a little bit, they can take it easier than usual. No recording, no learning, no producing, just refreshing their memories every now and then.

That calls for a well earned celebration, the group plans to go out for dinner and some drinks later that night but in the mean time, everyones hungry, thirsty and exhausted, whats a better time to visit your cafe than now?

The seven are spread out across the practice room, some sitting, some laying down, some downing their water but they sit in a mutual silence, the comfortable kind. A little bit of a break - as far as breaks go for them - ready to begin. Yoongi's the one who suggests it, finally letting on to where the three rappers suddenly disappear to every now and then and the singers only grew curious, heavily intrigued and oh so eager to go.

"Lets go get some coffee" - Its a sudden statement, everyone looking up from their various positions in the room, thinking- right now? when we are all sweaty? More coffee when we dont need it Now and we''ve consumed more than our bodies should be able to handle in the last 2 months?!

"Where hyung?" - Taehyung enquires because clearly its not in this building, Yoongi announced it to make it a sort of trip/ small occasion for them, a group thing - which they hadnt truly had in a very long time. 

The idea is appealing, something that brings them nostalgia since they hardly spend time properly together anymore. Its hard too, not just because of schedules but because of the conflict that has accumulated so easily as a result of their off-balanced hormones. 

Their concerns about being all sweaty and not exactly the best example of presentable are brushed away as a little light seems to gleem in Yoongi's eyes when they agree. They take a slow walk, relaxed and appreciating the fresh air they are getting after being in the practice room for hours. 

"Is it the cafe all of the other groups keep mentioning?" - Jimin enquires, always mingling here and there around the building 

"Yeah that one with the fresh bakery display" - Taehyung also adds, humming in interest and delight

"Yeah, the coffee's really good" - Namjoon gives away the fact that he already knows where they are going and that this is the reason theyve been acting the way they have recently

"So the coffee is what has gotten you three all giddy recently?" - Jin pushes, eyebrows raised from curioisty 

" theres clearly something else to it unless the coffee is made with actual magic" 

"Well, you can be the judge of that yourself cant you?"

"Don't hide it hyung, whats the real reason"

"You'll see wont you'"

"Oh- i see her now" - Jungkook blurts out when he sees the three rappers brighten up the moment you come into view and turn to them, only noticing those three at first.

They all watch as your nose twitches and your steps falter, taking in a breath and immedietly being overwhelmed by the combination of their scents and the pure strength of them, laced wit something that screams 'alpha' even more than usual - their sweat. It only strengthens their initial scents and adds this layer that cant be described, its alluring, something you naturally react to a little and when you get a little closer to greet them they can see your pupils blowing out and breath catching in your throat, having to gulp before speaking. 

"Your back! Together this time and- oh!" - You gush happily over the rappers at first and then the pure strength of the scents set in and nearly knock you over when you notice the addition of four new faces. These men are all too attractive for their own good- you gulp at the amount of eyes on you and slightly stutter in your next words, suddenly feeling like you could nest right here, next to the 7 and just surround them and yourself in hundreds of soft things over and over- Or maybe you should Tilt your head to the side and bare your neck or- or- what are you even thinking?! You shake yourself out of it visibly, resetting your smile 

"How lovely to meet you all finally! Ive heard so much!" - You gush brightly

"Aish Y/n your revealing our gossiping tendencies" - Hoseok laughs out, teasing and finding it amusing when you falter for a second before catching on

"Dont be silly its hardly gossip just- information" - You throw right back, your tone playful and the vocal line instantly liked how you matched Hoseoks energy so easily.

"Well now i understand why they keep coming back" - Without even thinking, it slips from Taehyungs lips, his deep voice caushing you to shudder and your lips part, his intense, admittedly intimidating, stare only making your brain stop, not quite knowing how to respond when it was so clear he was talking about you.

"Oh- well-" - Your mind hardly co-operates, pupils blown out and cheeks tinted red, looking anywhere but into Taehyungs eyes as they follow you, intense, overwhelming. Sometimes, those kinds of comments would make you nervously laugh and subtely back away but coming from him, there wasnt any underlying negativity, no prying intentions beneath and instead you almost wanted to shuffle closer but you couldnt, nervous and clumsy from it all.

"Taehyung dont fluster the sweet girl" - Jin scolds, nudging him with his shoulder as he observed you struggling to reply but that didnt exactly help calm you, infact it just made your eyes widen even more, beginning to find an out to try and hide the cheesy grin that was forcing itself onto your lips but it was too late and they wanted to coo, the rappers wanting to tease and prod for your reaction but refraining for now. 

"Ah- ill just- go to the counter" - You practically run behind the counter to hide your grin and escape the hot air that suddenly enveloped you around them, breathing in the fresh bake scent deeply to try and clear your mind of the haze the 7 alphas scents had started to settle over you. 

Namjoon, always attentive and honestly very sensitive to whats going on around him, takes the opportunity to unnecessarily apologise for the addition in their scents/their appearances

"Ah im sorry for us coming here like this" - He Clumsily gestures to himself, rubbing the back of his neck and you understand what he means, looking up at him from behind the counter but you instantly wave him off

"Dont be silly, theres nothing to apologIse for, infact-" - You catch your own words in horror with yourself because why were you just about to blurt out that you liked their scents like this too, your about to slap your hand over your mouth but quickly try to divert from ayone catching on by asking the typical question, even if a few did catch and guess what you were going to say by the few sneaky giggles from amongst the 7.

"What can i get you all?'' - You take their orders one by one, explaining to each of them what the sweets behind the glass display were when their eyes caught onto them, drinks first and then treats.

"A mint tea for me please and- amazing thank you" - Namjoon's practically beaming when you gently shift his reserved pretzel you routinely make sure is available towards the front in question before he can even get the words out, the newer members look over his shoulder in wonder at what has their leader pretty much like a lovesick puppy with his expression and the breathy tone of his voice.

J-hope has a similar interaction, ordering his usual but having grown more confident around you recently, he threw in a wink and positively had your cheeks roasting, quickly diverting your eyes and moving on to Yoongi

"Iced Americano and- whats that dessert?" - He never usually orders anything to eat but your pleasently surprised when he points to the Raspberry Swirl Cheesecake

"Raspberry Swirl Cheesecake, its not too sweet, slightly tart from the raspberry mix in but its balanced by the cream of the cheesecake- i think youd like it, would go nicely with your drink too" - Its clear your passionate abou your bakes in the way your well versed in getting the perfect balance in each treat and when you finish off your sentance with a proud nod. The addition of 'too' as you finished completely changed the meaning of your evaluation some of the members noticed, had you not said it, your conclusion could be completely generic based on his drink choice, with it, the drink choice was merely an addition to your initial conclusion tnat Yoongi himself would like it- a minor detail, but one that leaked your increasing interest even if you hadnt noticed it as much yourself. Yoongi happily agrees to try it and yo move on to the 4 new faces, some strange nerves or tingles in your body, the ones you got meeting the other three but more intense this time, probably from there being more of them. 

"Ill have a vanilla latte and a slice of that strawberry cake there- its cute" - Jin points to the pristinely decorated strawberry and cream cake, fluffy sweet sponge, ripe strawberries and sugary fresh whipped cream. His overall choice makes you smile because its equally contradicting and perfectly fitting to your first impressions of him- hes intimidatingly handsome, as if sculpted by a god but theres a gentleness and elegance to him naturally

"Sweet tooth?" - You brightly smile, tilting your head in question at him and he could agree but theres something else about Jin, 

"Just like sweet things" - He can be a flirt, and he does it well, the wink he gives you is suggestive as if you are another sweet thing to him but the smile he gives is calming, unthreatening to show his comment is merely playful, without ill intent. Doesn't fail to make your eyes widen and have you stuttering onto the next person though

Somewhere under Jimin's words to you, Taehyung quietly protests to Jin's flirting since he got scolded for it but Jin begs to differ, pushing that Taehyung was blatantly forward and intimidating'

"Ill Have aN iced americano too and oh- a slice of that chocolate cake please" - Jimin's sweet voice practically serenades you, along with how he brushes his hair out of his face, sweet, welcoming but devestatingly beautiful. His smile is just as drawing, a full grin with his eyes closing when he catches you stare a moment too long and you really scold yourself in your head because of all things to do you dont want to make any of them uncomfortable.

"A mint tea with hm... One of those croissants please" - Taehyungs voice is shcokingly deep, but its not a cold kind of deep, infact its rather warm, the rasp seductive but effortless and its suiting to his looks. You smile happily at his choice of a tea rather than the coffee you so despise your regulars ordering so often, ahem, the three rappers. 

"Uh an iced americano and what are these cakes?" - Despite his bold appearance - the tattoos peaking from his slevve you notice when he points and the piercings adorning his face and ears - Jungkook appears the most timid, shifting on his feet, only briefly meets your eyes and seeming to try and focus anywhere but on you, its strage, curious. 

"Coffee, blueberry, lemon drizzle and banana walnut" - For some reason you speak gentler, barely noticeable but Jungkook isn't as bold as the others have been so far, until you see his eyes light up At the last flavour voice perking along with the volume he speaks at

"Ill have a slice of banana walnut cake too then" - You nd and take a final look over incase they want to make any changes, they dont

"Will you be sitting in or taking to go today?"

"We will sit in today" - You nod and insist they get comfortable while you prepare their drinks and food, but then as they look around you realise there isnt a singular space set up for 7 people at once, youd have to move a chair or two and rushed over to where you found them on some couches in a corner of the cafe, cramped and right next to them there was two larger chairs which, added to their space, would accommodate them all comfortably

"Ah! One second ill just bring these two chairs over" - You gesture to the two next to their seating area but you are stopped by multiple protests when you go to push one of them, two people coming behind you to take over

"Dont- we Can do that if your okay with us moving them" - Namjoon quickly calls out, closer than you expected, you could almost feel his body heat behind you and although you wanted to protest and insist you could do it yourself, both the men- Namjoon and Jungkook were faster and had picked up the heavy chairs with ease-

How they managed to do it like its nothing astounds you, in a split moment they were both looking at you in waiting for your instruction of exactly where youd like the chairs placed, lifting the furniture that you would have struggled and broken a sweat to even push. 

Ugh, alphas. 

Well if they are going to have insane strength then might as well put it to use. After your momentary jaw dropping, you quickly instruct them to put them where you wanted them and it definitely wouldnt seem like you were only moving them to accommodate the seven of them- more looked like you were just having them help redecorate a small part of the cafe with the way they keep looking back to see if you want it just slightly forward, or maybe to the left a little. You arent that picky. 

"Aish now sit, you should of let me do it" - You scold, gesturing for them to sit now with a playful scowl, not that you were really complaining that they made it easier but they are customers after all- it just feels like you should be the one to do it obviously. And you dont want to dwell on just how effortlessly they lifted the chairs, pushing away that thought to usher the two alphas to sit and then rushing away shaking your head and setting off to do their orders. 

Theres a more lyrical type of music playing today, heavy on the instrumental but equally balanced by the singing and backing vocals, its slightly upbeat but gentle enough to be just right. Your familiar with the tune, a favourite on your own playlist and you find yourself gently humming as you subconciously put together all of the orders, body fueled with energy. 

Meanwhile, in a particular corner of the cafe, theres a group finally allowing their body to stop falsifying energy, sinking into their seats and embracing the need to just be tired and lazy sometimes. They dont speak, they dont have too, Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok are comfortable just dwelling on nothing, sometimes glancing at you behind the counter and other than that, accepting the comfort of soft chairs and background noise. 

The vocal line on the other hand, taking in every little detail around them, the comfortability the three rappers have, slowly creeping into their bodies.

Jin likes the intimacy of the cafe, perfect for an introvert like him, the kind of environment you can seamlessly blend in should you want too and not draw attention to yourself, a luxury for them nowadays.

Jimin’s feeling over all of the pillows and blankets scattered around, after his recent frenzy of texture obsession, its safe to say he approves, each and every one of the fabrics - you - picked out to decorate is just soft enough, hes less frantic, humming curiously.

Taehyung is infatuated with the designs and aesthetics youve chosen, visuals satisfying and intriguing, he isnt as studious of art as Namjoon is but the vintage feel to some of the furnitures deeply intrigues and inspires him. He feels like this is hwt he wants from his own home, decorated just like this.

Jungkook’s taking comedically deep breaths of the air, in his apartment there is a ridiculous amount of diffusors, air filters or all kinds just sattered around- not in any kind of organised fashion just to keep the air clearer. Here? Barely any in sight, yet the air is even fresher, its so refreshing he looks like a puppy trailing a scent.

You come over with the drinks first, too much to do both drinks and treats in a singular round, walking to the table in the middle of all of the sofas and chairs and placing each drink down according to where each of the seven were and what they ordered. Mumbling the order as you place them down but as you move around the table and therefore move around in the middle of the seven, its like your putting some sort of spell on them, your hardly doing anything out of the ordinary, merely serving their drinks but to them, for some reason its like your dancing, twirling around the table for them.

“Honey for the teas, sweetened cream for the coffees, hm… sugar cubes there…” - You watch intently over the drinks you placed down, Yoongi having had taken his from your hands rather than it being placed on the table, checking you have brought out all of the extras, water filled jug just in case too, nothing seems to be missing so far.

“Ah! Spoons.” - You shoot upright, your outburst surprising the men and you bashfully smile, saying youll be one moment, their eyes follow as one moment you spinning around placing their drinks down and the next your off again. Somethings telling them to just reach out and slow you down, tell you that you’ll fall if you keep going around like that, that youll get dizzy moving so quickly but its not their place to do that. 

A few moments later your back again, your hairs slightly fallen and pulled from the bun its in, a few strands over your face, probably from how fast you move, in your hand is another tray, the cakes they wanted, and a few small spoons for the additives on the table. You wear a different apron today, its black, like usual, but has a very mild pink hint to all of the stitching, just below your ear is a small patch, the same on both sides, a scent blocker, the effects of such last 24 hours usually, non harmful as they are non-invasive but they work to prevent your scent from being so evident. The boys wear them at award shows and- most places actually. What confuses them is how your scent seems to be just as strong as others are when they havent got a scent blocker on, if not stronger. 

“I forgot the spoons” - You say with a little laugh, it must be hard, they think. To adapt your body beyond what its originally capable of handling - your schedule is what they mean. You wake early, go home late, probably ignore how much sleep your body requires as an omega because there arent enough hours in the day for you to keep up with it. 

No one would guess that it is the case, with how energetic you appear all the time but from where Jin is sitting, he can see the back of your neck, below the wispy hairs theres small patches of red skin, a rash. He guesses what its from, overexertion as an omega will have your body protesting and showing visible symptoms, rashes being a possibility. They arent harmful, they are simply meant to be a warning, although they can be slightly painful. 

From Taehyung’s seat, your hands are right in his view, little scars are on various areas of them and spread over to your arms, healed burns- not the kind that seem continuous or large of any sorts. They are very small, not extreme, healed over and some clearly very old as they are barely visible, from baking. A slip of your hand on a hot tray for a singular second and such, its a regular occurrence, nothing alarming of course, still makes Taehyung frown though.

Yoongi has been noticing for a while the strain on your body as well, when you lean down, sometimes your lips pull as if in slight pain and at times, your movements are delayed, looking unnatural as you your body physically tries to stop you from moving in such ways, stopping for a split second before continuing. Its happened to all of them before, a sign of continuous strain and muscle aches, hes thrown small comments about it your way multiple times now, never going as far to physically stop you from moving in such ways that strain you because its simply not in his right even if he has to push away his instincts to do so. 

“Take it easy” “Go sit down for a few minutes at least.”

“Shouldn’t strain yourself like that.” You always wave him off; it’s nothing, you’ll say; you just slept on it funny, you’ll say. He’s since noticed how no matter what, you’ll deny any evidence of your body protesting what you put it through, and he understands, because he does the same. That doesn’t mean that he simply can accept it though, he puts it down to the natural dynamic, but that’s not all there is to it. 

He's grown a habit of preventing you from making unnecessary movement when it comes to him; no matter how much you protest, he doesnt let you get a chance to bend down to place his coffee down, always taking it from your hands before you get a chance. It's one interaction in your busy and long day, and he knows it wont make all the difference, but it's one second less of strain, and that's a tiny difference enough to ease his mind, and the flurry of your scent in appreciation is telling too; every time he does it, that's enough of a thank you to nearly have him dozing off in his favourite chair in the cafe. 

All your spinning has sort of created a whirlpool of your scent around them by the time you’ve handed out the cakes, a dizzying scent sending their muscles into relaxation mode, slumping in their chairs and that alone causes your smile to widen, standing before them after, clapping your hands together and double checking everything is out.

“Right! That should be it all, can i get you anything else?” - Your answered with polite denial and appreciation for what you have done, countless smiles and a couple sleepy sort of blinks.

You always think it, they work too hard, push too far, while they may yearn for the results and love their lifestyle at most times, their exhaustion is clear, you can practically feel the knots in their muscles with the way they move and sit, some of them still have veins prominent in their necks from the practice earlier, their body not yet calmed down although their scents have settled, still tainted with the remnants of sweat and standing there honestly makes you a little dizzy, mind a little soft but you put it down to the quick movements rather than their scents. Denial is a river in egypt. 

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“So she owns this cafe?” - Taehyung questions, getting nods from the three rappers, everyones talking between sweet bites of their chosen cakes

“Works and bakes here everyday?” - A frown pulls at Jimin’s lips, concerned for a stranger, his caring nature evident

“It must be tiring, i dont want to make assumptions based on this but- wouldnt it be harder for her too? Since shes an omega.” - All of them perk up at Taehyung’s question because yeah, it biologically would be harder for you, the vocal lines eyes fell on the rappers for answer 

“Yeah, it is, you can see it sometimes, how it takes a toll but im pretty sure she loves what she does” - Hoseok gets humms in reply, not blind to the signs of your exhaustion either. 

“I like her scent” - 6 heads whip towards Jungkook at his words, teasing smiles and laughs because he has been breathing abnormally deeper than usual since you’ve been here to put their food and drinks down. Hes picky, its a known fact, incredibly sensitive to smells and he can hardly stand most peoples, can hardly stand his own unless he takes incredible care of his routine. 

“Wowww, whats got you all appealed, huh Kookie?”

“An omega catching your interest the first time you meet her- thats new” - Namjoon is hardly surprised, truthfully. Jungkook has had his fair share of short-term relationships and a good amount of one or two night-stands. Amongst it all, hes never taken any interest in omegas, tending to be too headstrong or their scents making him sneeze in close proximity or just internally he hasnt taken a liking to them. This is different, most of them are immune to omega-charm, not that youve ever tried to put that on them anyway, you just act as your nature wants you too but theyve taken an incredible liking to you so far. 

Like is the wrong word. Jungkook could take heaps more of your scent, breathing so deep you’d think hes running out of air, his pupils slightly dilated. It’s unusual to him, unfamiliar and he doesnt quite know what to do about it but for now, he just enjoys whats around him. 

“You cant deny that you three have taken a liking to her too” - Jin comes to Jungkook’s rescue and lets him dwell in his own thoughts about the matter without all the attention. In return, the rappers all get a little embarrassed and defensive.

“Well-” “Yeah maybe but-”

“You can see why, cant you?-”

“Shes not- in a pack?” - Taehyung suddenly speaks up and steals all of their attentions, he says it quietly so no one overhears their conversation but all of them slightly breath in more to evaluate what hes said.

“I dont think so, ive never smelt anyone but her” - Yoongi says, knowing its a question hes had himself. Omegas are partial to scenting, genetically drawn to it when in packs. It’s something they naturally crave but you have never had another’s scent on you, nor any of your friends had yours on them. Alongside that, even if you are clearly close with your friends, they arent your pack, he knows that for a fact from a conversation Hoseok had with you

“Enough about me, is there anything you’re doing tonight?” - Hoseok had ended his usual talk about his day as you were sat across from him, a late friday evening.

“Ah, im going out for dinner with my friends” - You gestured towards Soyeon, currently working as she’d seem you get a little jittery and told you to take a minute to sit down, conveniently just as Hoseok came in. He’d hummed, then answering.

“Your pack?” - You’d shook your head as a no, not said anything further on the matter , kept your smile on and there wasn’t a hint of withdrawal at his question or sadness in your answer so he assumed you didn’t have a pack. Which is true. 

“Thats, uncommon…” - The seven arent ones to judge, it is true what Jin says though, it certainly is uncommon.

“Pushing herself the way she does and without a pack for support? Surely thats unhealthy” - Jin continues, knowing that the omegas in his family surely wouldn’t be able to do this, he admires you, but also worries, glancing over at you and when he looks back

“I think her friends are great support, they arent a pack though” - Namjoon adds, pursing his lips and sighing out, he doesnt believe you have any romantic relationship currently either from how you find yourself mildly reacting to their occasional - light - flirting. He’d catch you with flushed cheeks for tens of minutes after, a small smile stuck on your lips even as you try to  suppress it. 

They end the conversation there, each in their own thoughts, maybe stepping over a few boundaries internally because it just simply didnt sit right, there were small pouts and frowns all around. The possible repercussions of not having a pack in tie with what your body endures everyday makes them cringe. They’d be whining like puppies if they were to take that form, eyes wide and sad but they dont speak on it, because they are currently in no position too.

Its best to just thoroughly enjoy their time there, maybe sneak a few glances at you and overly praise and thank you as they leave, even more so when you get so flushed its comical, from your neck to your ears, red all over. Its safe to say everyone will be back, very soon at that. 

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Many nights you find yourself trailing down the streets away from your apartment, following the same memorised path to the convenience store. There are many reasons, one being that it at least forces you to stay awake that little bit extra rather than crashing the moment you arrive back home and gives you something to subconsciously focus on and aim towards to give you that little bit more time in the day. Another is that after a long day, of course you don't have the energy to be cooking yourself a good meal. You might scold your regulars for their unhealthy habits occasionally, but no one's perfect; everyone has their weaknesses.

Yours just happens to be a particular love for instant ramen and gimbap—quick, delicious, and easy. So what if it's probably not the best to be eating it nearly every day, and you've been scolded multiple times by your friends? Some things are a necessity, or atleast feel like it. 

That's how you are now: wired headphones playing your more upbeat playlist to give you some false sense of energy and suppressing your yawns while you drag your feet, hoodie pulled over your body alongside the fluffy pyjama bottoms you're wearing to aid your warmth, a scarf to top it off, and your hair in a messy high ponytail. It's a short walk after all, and you are a regular-—showing up in your comfy clothes is hardly abnormal now.

The bell chimes as you enter, easily navigating towards your favourite aisles but never giving up a chance to mooch around the snacks and absolutely pick up a few; your headphones suppress the few people also around the store—never many here or at this time of night. 

“Taehyung likes these ones- i swear all of these are too spicy for him.” - Jimin is lightly giggling and picking up one of the instant noodle bowls for the man hes definitely teasing

“Aish, how does he even live?” - Browsing the options besides Jimin is Jungkook, immediately going for the spicier options and struggling to pick just one.

“I’ll never understand it, and without coffee too!” - Jimin has always been passionate about expanding Taehyung’s palette to the things they enjoy too, such as coffee, and trying to help him build a tolerance to spice, but honestly, he’s long since given up and accepted his quirks, just as Taehyung has done for him. 

Jungkook's nose twitches and eyebrows furrow, and he swings his head to the side at the sweet, desserty scent floods his nose again for the second time today, the invisible scent trail hes following leading to you, making your way down the aisle slowly, browsing just as they are.

“Jimin is that?-” 

“Ah the pretty cafe owner!” - Gushing already, Jimin averts his attention from the ramen to you, bundled up in your comfy clothes, white fluffy trousers with light pink hearts catching his attention and the effortless pull of your hair in the hair tie- cute. Almost domestic-

You dont hear their little conversation or internal dilemma about you being here but you do smell it after a moment or rather, just as Jungkook noticed yours, you pick up on their scents, unique and distinguishable from those youve smelt before. It has your head turning in their direction and being surprised to find them already looking at you, startled at being caught and breaking out into awkward smiles and gentle waves. 

Easily reciprocating their wave, you dont quite know whether to just go back to your browsing for a lovely savoury dinner or to engage with them but Jimin easily answers that when his lips move in your direction, instantly taking your headphones out to listen. 

“Ah Y/n! What are you doing here?” - Simple, light, friendly conversation. Easy on your tired state even if their presence alone is equally lulling you to sleep and waking you up; that's not so simple, far from it, infact.

“I'm just grabbing a quick meal; I don't live far. What about you guys?” - You try to hide the tiredness in your voice, avoid seeming like you dont want to speak to them because thats far from the truth your body just struggles to keep up with the schedules you put it through. They catch on to your exhaustion quickly, noting how you subtly rub your cheeks on your scarf in a self-soothing sort of way, nesting when you can't truly nest. Eyes drooping and hands trembling—just one of those regular symptoms of your body's protest against your schedules. 

“Us too; i cant pick what to get though.” - Jimin Gesturing to the vast selection rather dramatically draws an amused giggle out of you and before you go back to your own selection, you point towards a small selection of ramens from the same brand

“These go great with a gimbap, especially the spicy ones” - Both the men light up at your suggestion, looking over the different flavours and picking some for themselves. That solves both of their issues with picking a brand. 

Its initially just a short interaction, you three go and find your separate foods and you are at the counter paying when they cant help but overhear the lady ringing you up, prodding and scolding in a motherly way to you.

“Look your trembling! Aish ive told you to be careful of overworking yourself, its not good for your body and especially not with these meals!” - The woman, Mrs. Han, who youve grown a nice friendship with since you have moved here, holds your hands so gently youd think they were glass, but to her, you are. She always voices her concerns, never afraid to scold you. 

The two boys overhear and frown as they assume this is regular because the older lady is correct, it cant be good for your body. Unfortunately, at that moment there is very little they can really do since they only just met you today.

That doesnt stop their instincts from nagging though, especially Jungkooks, hes younger, truthfully has no experience with omegas closely unlike his hyungs, even if theirs is limited too. 

“It was nice to see you Y/n, your recommendations are gonna be great!” - Jimin exclaims brightly as you all stand outside the convenience store, ready to part ways.

“Ah it was nice to see you too, i hope you enjoy the choice aha- Get home safe!” - Just as you give them a final smile and are about to turn to beeline home and burrow into your nest ,fight sleep until you've eaten, you're unexpectedly interrupted. 

“Can we walk you home-” - Jungkooks biting and pulling at his lip as he blurts it out, the words seeming to surprise even him, hes avoiding your eyes and you can see how hes fighting his own instinct, its curious. Maybe its out of courtesy, that he doesnt really want to so you train your usual smile onto your lips to reply.

“Oh! Thats alright its not far dont worry-” - Your enthusiastic to help him understand it really is okay for you to go home alone- you do it most days anyway. What surprises you is the furrow of Jungkook’s brows, cheeks pulled in as if hes biting back the words but a singular one escapes and has you pausing.

“Please…” - He doesnt really know why he does it, he just cant not do it, he has to ask, has to try.

“Jungkook-” - Jimin scolds, quietly as if to reel him back in, shocked at his behaviour, its out of the ordinary. 

“But- Mmfg- im sorry for being so persistent” - Jungkook tries to carry on but a sharp kick to his foot from Jimin’s cuts him off, shakes him a bit more to the present and he apologises but he doesnt need too, not to you, he hasnt done any harm.

“Its really okay Jungkook” - You smile both confidently and gently, nodding towards him to show its really not a problem, hes not even looking at you, just sort of struggling internally but you can see it, so clearly. Soemthings clawing at your own mind, begging, telling you to accept his request, but you fight it with your own feelings that it would burden them. 

“We can, of course walk you Y/n but please dont feel pressured to accept-” - Jimin’s eyebrows are downturned as he speaks, feeling bad about the interaction and Jungkook jumps in as if hes come to his senses too.

“Yeah! Im sure you really dont need us to walk you but-” - Nodding furiously as he speaks, Jungkook tries to save the situation because he realises so clearly you could of even taken offence to his offer- an alpha being persistent about walking an omega home can come off so many different ways: possessive, insisting, dangerous, degrading or even threatening. His mind is spiralling when you cut it all off, look directly at him as if you understand, as if you can see beneath his eyes and directly into his brain, at the turmoil thats so unfamiliar to him. 

“Would it make you feel a little better to walk me?” - What possesses you to ask and accept is beyond you- maybe it's your way of giving in to your instinct too.

The way Jungkook avoids your eyes as to not lie to your face is telling enough, and you're quick to understand; it's instinctual. He isn't being possessive or forceful of any kind, but he's concerned, and that's okay; you don't mind easing that. 

“Okay, come on, its not too far but i dont want you guys to get back too late; you work hard” - You spin around and usher them to follow your lead, both of them staring at you in shock, Jimin’s mouth agape and standing there a second too long whilst Jungkook actually perks up, quickly catching up to your side because he was the one to insist after all.

“Do you go there often?” - Another round of light conversation, something to cut the silence and maybe distract from the conversation that led up to this walk. Youd been walking for a solid minute now and for some reason, as someone random had walked past youd noticed them tensing a little, you figured it was because they didnt want to be recognised and felt bad about it but then you were swarmed with their scents, booming from them and it had you realising they werent tensing out of being uncomfortable- they were squaring up. Flooding out your own scent with theirs to mask it, subconsciously saying ‘not yours’ to the stranger even if they didnt even look your way 

“The convenience store? Most nights” - You firmly nod, surprise evident in both of the boy’s faces- since your job entails you cooking- rather, baking, so often, it makes sense that they are surpised, refocusing on you and their scents mellowing again.

“For dinner?” - Jungkook questions, brows raised

“Mhm, what about you guys?” - Throwing it right back to keep the conversation going, noting how the two boys seem to be walking slower than they naturally would on purpose to meet your own pace and picking it up a little bit despite your tiredness. 

“Ah yeah, we go probably more often than we should” - Jimin awkwardly rubs the back of his neck and laughs a little. Jungkook on the other hand, cant get the fact that you get this dinner over cooking out of his head when its what you must enjoy for it to be your job

“Do you primarily bake Y/n?” - Jungkook’s staring at you a little intense, you subconsciously grow a little awkward under his gaze and laugh as you answer.

“Yeah, its not that i cant cook; i can but its tiring after work and well- ironic, i know but i dont like the cleanup of anything savory” - Its an odd preference, liking cooking less just for that simple detail, but its just something you accept for yourself

“Wahh- That makes sense, but don't you mind cleaning up after baking?” - Jimin asks but their joint curiosity is amusing, both looking at you in wonder, wide eyes and transfixed on your words, “Not at all” - Shaking your head with a soft smile, slightly shivering and tightening your scarf around yourself as a gust of wind washes over you three, subconsciously, Jimin and Jungkook stand a little closer on either side of you, their warmth invading your own and suddenly you want to purr- your nest seeming more inviting than ever except, theres visions of their hoodies in your nest and you have to shake yourself out of it, clearing your throat and its as if it doesnt just shake you out of it, shakes them too, noting how close they are standing and taking small steps to the side giving you a little more space- that isnt what you were intending for though.

“I think most of us are the opposite, not for cleanup preference but we can cook, cant really bake” - Your replying to Jimin’s words in your head before you even know it- ‘Well that fits just perfect, i can bake’ But what is making you think this way- its abnormal, ridiculous. Instead, you reply out loud with something more suitable.

“Well everyone has their specialities; cooking is an amazing skill to have”

“Lucky you to have both” - Jimin’s playfully adding in, a hint flirtatious but you look at him in shock and laugh, 

“Arent you both blessed with like a multitude of talents alongside cooking? Singing, dancing—should i keep going?” - raising your eyebrows in question and looking at them both only to be amused as they grow a bit shy and avoid your eyes, a kind of warmth on their cheeks and ears that definitely isnt from the cold air, moreso from the praise you give, its different from the compliments they get truthfully on the daily but why?-

“Well maybe but im sure you also have a multitude of talents- tell us” - Pushing back is all Jimin can do to  pretend he didnt just react like a middle school boy when their crush looks at them. 

“Im a professional waffler” - You say matter of factly, noticing your building coming into view and maybe- just maybe, slowing down a tiny bit to prolong the walk for even a few more seconds. 

“Huh?-”

“I Swear thats not even a real thing-”

“Well, i guess youll have to find out another time wont you both” - Their confusion is amusing and puts a far more vibrant smile on your face, giggling for a moment until it fades out when your feet stop. 

Looking around the alphas notice theyve come to a stop infront of a building, glass doors only accessible by a passcode leading to a corridor and some lifts, your apartment building and a feeling of disappointment sets within, it had hardly felt like 2 minutes of walking whilst they are sure its been 10. 

“This is me, thank you both for walking me” - You dont know why your holding your breath- as if it will give you a few more seconds together 

“Ah its no problem at all- infact, thank you for letting us walk you” - Jungkooks sheepishly smiling, this time looking at you with big boba eyes that surely couldnt belong to an alpha- 

“Take care of yourselves; less convenience store food!” - Pointing a finger at them accusingly and giving them one final smile before turning to put in the passcode, hearing Jimin’s voice over your shoulder 

“The same goes for you, sugar” - You stop dead in your tracks, not used to your nagging being reciprocated nor for the nickname, it feels like warm caramel is melting in your body, slow, sweet and trickling over all of your senses. The burst of your scent around the three of you gives it away and your scurrying into your building and up to your nest faster than you can comprehend, the bag of food you dropped on the counter on the way in, distant in your mind compared to the beating of your heart in your ears-—what is this? It was just a nickname, right?

Its safe to say the two alphas went home with lighter minds and big smiles, searching up what a ‘waffler’ was only to be slightly amused. Along with that, the nickname sticks. 

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“What was all that about, huh?” - Jimin asks once theyve gotten far away enough from your building, confronting Jungkooks abnormal behaviour

“Hm?-”

“Pushing to walk her home Kook-”

“I didnt mean too, i swear.” - The guilt that sits on Jungkook’s face proves his words, has Jimin softening and patting his back as they walk

“I know, but why?”

“I dont know; it just didnt sit right to let her walk home alone and i know shes perfectly capable of caring for herself, but-” - Jungkook rushes it out, the words defensive but his confusion with himself is so clear in the uncertainty behind his tone

“I get it; I understand, Kookie, and it made me feel reassured to walk her home too but, a little less pushy next time, hm?” - Admitting Jimin’s own instinctual feelings made Jungkook settle a little, his shoulders falling despite not realising they had been so high to begin with. Neither of them tries to deny the reassurance behind the image of you safe and warm in your apartment- in your nest. 

“Yeah…’ll apologise when i next see her.” 

Thank you so much for Reading! I really hope your enjoying it so far, like it said in the notes, things start to pick up from here, I’m really enjoying their dynamic and the ideas I have for this story, they are definitely spiralling way further than I have properly planned yet hahah

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hiii!! Can i request a childhood bestfriends to lovers au with joaquin where he went off to the airforce and they lost contact a little then she is like helping out sam in some way (idk how 😭) and her and joaquin reunite again and thats where the love part starts

i have no idea if this makes any sense but 😍 if not ill re word it😭

Hi darling! Thank you for your request—omg, I totally see your vision! Let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy reading it! 😚🩷

"If you want a part 2 of this story, tell me!"

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Part 2

Falling back in

The very first time you laid your eyes on Joaquin Torres was when you were five years old. He had moved in with his parents next door. From the window in your room, you saw him unpack one box after another. You observed his every move—how he might be your age or maybe a little older, his curls falling into his eyes, his face lighting up as he looked around the neighborhood—and you just hoped that one day, you could become friends with that boy.

When he showed up the next day on your porch with a crooked smile and two popsicles—one already half-melted in his hands because of the Texas sun—you just stared at him in shock. Your wish had come true.

"Hello, I’m your new neighbor. Do you wanna play in the garden with me?" he asked so simply, without knowing that you were exploding inside.

Your shy behavior didn’t turn him away; it only made him more interested in you.

And for the longest time, everything about your friendship was that simple and easy.

You grew up together—bare feet on hot pavement, scraped knees, and whispered secrets under starry skies. Because of him, your childhood became more colorful. Every memory you had was with him. He was always there. Until he wasn’t.

You knew that all Joaquin ever wanted was to make a difference in the world. To become a hero. Only, he didn’t realize that he had been your hero your whole life. He had saved you in ways that were impossible for you to put into words. But he needed to be more than just one person’s hero. You had to accept that fact and let him go.

The day he left for the Air Force, your whole world shattered. You wanted him to become the person he had always dreamed of being, but practically signing up for death? You wanted to beg him to stay, to find a new purpose, to find a different dream—but the smile on his face told you that no matter what, no one, not even you, could change his mind. That’s why you stood at the edge of his driveway, watching him throw his bag into the back of his truck. You forced a smile, shoving down the ache in your chest. You did it for him. You would go to the ends of the earth if it meant he would be by your side. Only for him.

“Don’t forget about me when you get all important and stuff.”

Sure, there was no way he would think about forgetting you. To this day, you had both been glued to each other at the hip, and there could never be a time when you weren’t together. But the pit of feeling in your belly rose with every second. All you could do was push it away because even thinking about it sounded absurd. No one could truly take him away from you—not distance, not fame, not even time itself.

Joaquin laughed, nudging your shoulder. “Like I could.”

At his answer, he reassured your absurd thoughts. So you pushed everything aside as you said your goodbyes and made pinky promises to stay in contact no matter what.

But time had other plans.

The first few weeks, the calls calmed your heartbeat. He was alive, and his voice assured you of that—until they stopped.

The only communication you had with him was through letters, and even those stopped after a while. You wrote him, one after another, but there was no response.

Only radio silence.

And eventually, you forced yourself to move on. To move on from the only person who saw you, made you feel alive, and most importantly, stuck by your side no matter what.

-

The shy and awkward kid you once were should see you now—confident and outspoken. But working for the past five years as a SHIELD agent changed you. You learned so much, even about yourself, that there was no time to look back at your old self. And you were happy that way. You were good at your job, and you wouldn’t dare change anything about your current life.

That’s what you thought this morning—until you saw him on the battlefield. Anywhere else, but not in the middle of this.

The bullets had long stopped flying by now, which was good news and also meant that, after all, Sam Willson was useful rather than leaving you to handle everything. Even Sam’s good work couldn’t put you in a good mood. The tension in the aftermath of this mission was unraveling.

You didn’t notice him while helping clean up whatever mess was left behind. For a second, you tried to gaslight yourself into thinking that you had seen a ghost from your past. But his voice was all you needed to know that the ghost was very real.

“Well, damn. If it isn’t trouble herself.”

You freeze.

You had dreamed so often about finally hearing his voice again, but nothing had prepared you for your nightmares.

As you slowly turn—there he is.

Joaquin Torres. Your first love and heartbreak.

The boy you once knew everything about, but not anymore. His uniform is crisp, his stance more solid, and the sun catches the sharp edges of his face in a way that makes your heart stutter. All the feelings you thought you had left behind betray you at the sight of him standing in front of you.

It’s been years.

You’ve written so much in your journal, but now that he’s here—alive—you have no words. Every system inside you leaves you hanging. Because of him.

Joaquin grins, shifting his weight like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. “You look good.”

You swallow, something thick forming in your throat. “So do you.”

There’s a beat of silence as you stare at each other. Everything feels heavy with all the things left unsaid.

Then he clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “I—uh—I meant to reach out.”

Your chest tightens. “Yeah?”

He nods, eyes flickering with something almost nervous. “I guess I thought… maybe you moved on. Didn’t need me around anymore.”

You had thought about every possible reason why he would disappear from your life without a word, but his answer leaves you stunned. Because you should be angry. You should call him out for disappearing.

But the truth is, deep down, you know that you need him. You always needed him.

And standing here now, with him looking at you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear on him, you realize something.

No matter how much he hurt you, you will forgive him over and over again as long as you have him. As a lover, a friend, or even a stranger. As long as he is alive and in your life, you are whole again.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

HII, saw your post on wanting asks, well here 🫶 I love talking so, and specifically on playboy yandere!! I'm a sucker for angst and yanderes falling into insanity honestly, so let me ramble a bit

- imagine if reader graduates highschool and gets an overseas scholarships!! They also convince their family to move together with them so Kameron can't hurt or use them to blackmail reader. So with only a break up text saying like "bye manwhore 😍😍", blocking and deleting all their social media, I wonder how long and how far would he take to get reader back again? Would he inherit his parent's riches, hire some private investigatiors to find reader and find the country they're living in, expand his business over to their country in order to gain power to trap his darling. And I wonder how deranged his reaction would be to reader's text and be like no way, they're joking right, and runs to their house and whatever usual spots they're at normally, and just break down into insanity. would he try to use substitutes for reader to maintain his sanity or go fully devoid of emotions and start working hard to gain power and influence to find reader again!! I'm also curious how he would process his darling leaving him, would he become delusional first, saying they got kidnapped or something, or some ex or fling of his hurt reader, and then proceed to anger, depression, grief and then finally accept the reality!!

Ok that's a lot of rambling 😭😭 hope it's okay. I rlly enjoyed that fic, was rent FREE in my mind for a whole day

you know luci, you just gave me an idea. So have a part TWO of THIS DUMBASS HOE 🤝

Yandere playboy x reader

Tw: mentions of murder, kameron being delulu, yandere and obsessive behavior

💋kameron was having another breakdown. Sobbing pathetically on the floor of your old bedroom. Just how did you run away? And on such short notice too!? Didn't his love mean anything to you!? WHY DID YOU ABANDON HIM?

💋a million thoughts swirled through his head, until he finally got one that just... stuck. He had to get you back. No matter how long it takes. Getting up and dusting himself off, he kicked the front door open and quickly left the empty house

💋it was a shame really. The once sane and popular boy was struggling to keep his image. So he got help. Not professional as in therapists and medication. Just hiring other students to cover for him Incase he slipped up. all while snooping through the head teachers computer to see if they had any notes on where you might have gone. He almost got caught a few times

"shit that was close.. i can't believe these idiots leave their passwords just anywhere"

💋he knew he shouldn't be back at the school, especially since he graduated but he needs all the information he can get. Eventually moving onto private investigators and online stalking through multiple other accounts. He'd try anything just to see what his darling was doing without him. Were you enjoying making him suffer? You're so cruel..

💋hiring other people to befriend you and lower your guard, gathering any Information they can

💋 kameron who spent a while convincing his parents to let him take hold of the company. He had a degree, a bright mind, responsibility. He's perfect for the job! Oh if only they knew where his 60% was going.. funding multiple businesses across the world in exchange for keeping a careful eye. Making him quite the celebrity

💋look darling! He's on the news-! ...oh right you're not here.. one evening, while working in his office, a new secretary comes in to introduce themselves. They look just like you! He could only stare in shock.

"my love..? Is that you!?"

"..who?"

💋turns out it was just a doppelganger. But with enough time he'd delude himself into thinking it was you. Courting them with the same flowers, chocolates and jewelry he'd given you. It worked like a charm! Now you were back In their arms again. They felt whole..

💋he married your lookalike a year later, the poor fool being too naive and oblivious to think. He was happy for awhile.. or until one of his P.I's came in to show him they found you. His reality started to break.

💋no.. how could he do this to you. Replacing you with some cheap street whore. That night, when they went to bed, he gave them a cup of water and smiled sweetly. Watching as their face went red and they started to cough for air after gulping it down. Clawing at the sheets and staring at him with wide fearful eyes. Begging him to help them

"...slut."

💋 burrying the body in his backyard, he paid people with underground connections to cover for him while he was away. Claiming they suddenly vanished, having run away with a small fortune. How idiotic are people, to actually believe him..

💋kameron disguised himself and went straight for the country you decided to flee too. 5 years apart from you.. he had no idea how he managed to live so long without his beloved, but it was all worth it. Because now you'll be back where you belong. In his arms.

💋you were busy working at your job, running a small business was no joke but atleast the people in the area were friendly. So you didn't notice the suited figure Infront of your cash register

"thank you, please come again-"

💋you froze, looking up at the terrifyingly familiar face. He stared back at you with only glee and love

"hello my darling~ you've been on a naughty streak for a while Haven't you? That's okay, I'll just set you straight when we go back home."

💋big burly men all blocked you from escaping by guarding the doors. Dragging all the other customers out so you both could have your moment. Now you could never leaver leave him. Ever.

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

Ok. Ok right SO. This is inspired by this piece of art by @scrunggly-art. I had not intended for it to be this long. Or this... heartfelt?? I don't know what happened 😭 It's not even as smutty as I had intended it to be!!

In which Hans awaits Henry's return from a mission, planning how to give him the Best (Fucking) Evening of his life. 5.6k words. Rated a very firm (lol) E. Basically PWP with a side of "Hans has feelings and gets angsty about it".

-> Also on AO3! <-

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The problem, Hans thinks, is that Henry is simply too skilled a lover.

It's an absurd thing to complain about. Anyone else would be thrilled to have such competent, gentle hands taking them to pieces every night. And he is: no mistaking that, Hans is very content with he and Henry's blossoming relationship. Yet still - in the morning, once the glow has faded - there's that mean little voice in his head.

Henry's just too good.

It isn't about the sex, not really. Hans isn't stupid enough to assume this is about the prowess of Henry's hands and mouth and cock. It's because he's Henry, because he's fucking fantastic at everything he does. He's a skilled swordsman, hunter, speaker, archer, blacksmith… he even rides better than Hans. He's trained his damn dog to do things Hans had assumed impossible. Everything he touches turns to gold, and Hans can't help but suspect that everything his noble hands touch eventually turns to shit.

No: that's not quite right. Hans is an accomplished fighter: he's survived more battles than most men have even seen. He’s an excellent bowman. He's charming, most of the time. He's a good hunter, even if his skinning leaves a lot to be desired. And he is a good lover. He's never had any complaints, in any case, and certainly not from Henry.

Yet still, he fears, he could be better. Henry leaves him a boneless mess: more sweat and lust than man. Hans is needy - he always has been, always grasping and grabbing for things he wants.

He begs. And, sure, Henry asks, Henry wants. Henry gives him that look across the yard while they're sparring which means the only sword he's thinking about is the one in his braies. But it doesn't feel like enough.

No matter what they're doing, no matter who is where, whose mouth is on whose cock or who is buried balls-deep inside the other, Hans is left ruined, and he thinks - no, he fears - that Henry doesn't feel the same.

Besides, more than anything - more important than Hans’s ego and his foolish anxieties - he wants Henry to feel good. He wants him to feel better than good, after all he’s done for Hans and what feels like half the population of Bohemia. Henry is always giving. 

But no more. He's Sir Hans Capon. He's the last one to back down from a challenge.

He's going to make it fucking perfect.

He plans it to the letter. They’ve been apart for a few days: Henry is off helping Zizka and a handful of others with something, always eager to get stuck in. He won’t be back until midafternoon at the earliest, and even then there’ll be drinking and carousing and the typical celebration that inevitably follows a job well done. They won’t be alone for hours, and for once, that’s just what Hans wants.

He prepares their room first. Technically it’s Hans’s room, but Henry has all but moved in over these past few weeks. Their clothes tangle together in the chest at the foot of the bed, their shoes warm by the fireplace. The various trinkets they’ve picked up - books, charms, ornaments - sit side-by-side on the single shelf. Hans suspects that the others have noticed how intimately intertwined their lives have become, but no one has yet seen fit to point it out.

Despite being a lord, and thus it is very much not his job, he strips the bed and replaces the sheets with clean ones: the softest he can find. He even sweeps the floor, clears out the spent ashes from the fireplace, and hauls up a couple of armfuls of fresh logs, ready for the evening. He rides out towards the nearest town, where - dressed as plainly as he dares - he speaks to a merchant and buys a vial of oil. He pauses with the coins warming in his hand.

Two vials.

He also purchases a few handfuls of dried marigold, which he adds to the vials as he stops to rest at the side of the road. They say it’s good for lovers, but frankly, he knows Henry likes the smell.

Henry and Zizka haven’t returned by the time he gets back to Devil’s Den, so he has a little time to place the bottles somewhere close to the bed and ensure everything else is in order. He fills a jug with fresh water, sluices out the basin, and finds a couple of clean rags - well, clean enough - for the inevitable mess that will follow that night.

He changes, too, stripping out of the somewhat ragged gambeson he’s been wearing and back into his favourite golden yellow pourpoint. This is one of Henry’s favourites too: a week or so after the end of the siege and their return to Devil’s Den, Henry had pushed him against the back wall of the stables, his warm hands gripping Hans’s waist, his lips whispering over Hans’s ear.

“This fucking thing—” he’d said, hands tightening. “I’ve always thought— I’ve wanted—”

The rest had been a blur of murmurs and sighs. Hans feels like he’ll carry that memory with him forever, and certainly every time he wears the yellow pourpoint. It’s like a secret signal now: when Henry sees it, his eyebrows raise and his expression turns devilish.

With nothing much else to do, Hans feels a little lost. He’s prepared the room as best he can, and he knows for a fact the innkeeper has already made sure there's enough barrels of beer in the basement to sustain them. All he can do is wait.

It’s absurd to feel so nervous. He and Henry have been friends - friends, and something else besides - for what feels like an age now. It’s not as if they’ve never fucked before. But he’s been twisting this little idea around in his head for so long that it’s all he can think of, all he can focus on.

He heads down into the tavern. He refuses a drink - if he starts now, by the time the sun sets he’ll be utterly useless for anything besides falling asleep - and instead challenges the innkeeper to a game of dice. It feels like a fucking age has passed, although it can’t be more than a couple of hours, before he hears the tell-tale sound of horses and chatter and Mutt’s low bark.

He’s back. Hans is on his feet in an instant, getting up with such haste that he nearly sends the table flying. He attempts to correct himself to not appear overkeen, decides it’s not worth it, then rushes outside.

Zizka is leading their little rabble, as always, Henry and Kubyenka close behind. Henry spots Hans immediately, giving him a small wave. He’s covered in blood but, Hans thinks, what’s new there? It’s more important to ensure that it’s all someone else’s blood. Zizka dismounts swiftly and Katherine rushes over, their heads bent in clandestine discussion as they lead his horse to the stables. 

“You survived, then?” Hans asks, sauntering over as Henry leaps down from Pebbles’s back.

“Aye,” he grins. “Just about.”

“Good.” Hans claps a hand to his shoulder, the most he dares get away with when the others are watching. “You fucking stink.”

Henry pulls off his helmet. His hair is slick and stuck to his forehead: he’s clearly worked up a sweat to go with his coating of blood.

“I need a bath,” he says, wiping his face with the back of his hand. The effort does very little, save smear a streak of blood across his forehead.

Hans rolls his eyes at him. His grand plans can wait: he doesn’t want Henry in his bed like this.

“You really do,” he agrees. “Come on, before the others use up all the clean water.”

He drags him towards the baths, shoos away the lingering bathwench and closes the flaps of the tent. He starts to help Henry out of his armour, doing his very best not to get viscera on his pourpoint. This is not, exactly, how he had anticipated this afternoon going. That’s his own fault, he supposes: he should know by now that any expedition involving Henry is more likely to end in bloodshed than not. He places the armour, and Henry’s clothes, aside to be cleaned.

It’s not all terrible. Helping Henry bathe counts amongst the more pleasant things he could be doing, after all, even if that’s all he’s permitted to do right now, exposed as they are. And there’s no better place to begin the noble art of seduction, either.

He unbuttons his sleeves and rolls them up as best he can so he can dunk his hands beneath the water. He smooths his hands down Henry’s back, pressing into the taught muscle, wiping away blood and grime and sweat. He moves lower, as low as he can without falling into the bath himself. Henry makes a broken-off little sound as he does; clearly his mind is drifting the same way as Hans’s. He turns to his arms, next, enjoying the feeling of the taut muscle beneath his palms, then down his sides. He can’t reach much deeper without getting himself sodden, and placates himself with the soft brush of Henry’s chest.

“Hans—” Henry makes a low noise, shuffling out of Hans’s reach.

“What?” Hans says, all innocence. “Can’t I help my friend bathe after several days’ hard work?”

Henry does that fond little head shake that makes Hans’s stomach flip.

“You can,” he mutters, leaning against the rim of the tub, “but if you continue like that I’ll pull you in here with me.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

“And ruin this?” Henry reaches out, stroking a single finger across the silk of Hans’s pourpoint. 

Hans hums. He knows Henry’s right - they certainly can’t get up to anything here, anyway, when anyone could walk in - and he really doesn’t fancy a dunk in the tepid water right now.

“Fine. But I am helping you bathe. You’re covered in shit.”

“It’s blood, actually.”

“Wonderful.”

Next comes Henry’s legs - his knees, really, which Henry lets fall open obscenely as Hans moves around to kneel at the other side of the bath, giving Hans a truly marvellous view of his cock and balls between his thighs, his prick already hard beneath the water. Hans sucks air in through his teeth. Maybe it’s worth ruining his pourpoint afterall.

He’s rudely disturbed from those thoughts by Henry shoving at him with his wet foot, making him stumble back on his arse.

“You fucking prick—”

From the tub, Henry laughs, as Hans gets back to his feet and stares down at him, arms folded across his chest.

“What?” Henry asks, grinning.

“You’re a boor,” Hans huffs. 

“Says the man staring at my cock.” 

“Hurry up, then, if I’m not allowed to help. I’m famished.”

Henry rolls his eyes at him and gets to quickly scrubbing away the rest of the blood and sweat.

“Didn’t you eat while you were waiting for us to get back?” he says, while Hans tries not to think about how attractive his fucking armpits are.

“I—” Hans blinks. He had, in fact, been too distracted that morning to eat more than a couple of figs which he’d poached from Godwin’s plate.

Henry shakes his head as he gets out of the tub. Water cascades from his body, rushing down his chest and legs. Hans momentarily forgets what they’re talking about, before grabbing a sheet and for Henry to dry off with and tossing it towards him.

Hans stands back as he exits the tub, dripping. Henry’s skin is pink from the heat and scrubbing. Hans takes a quick look around, ensuring they’re alone, then ducks forwards and presses a quick, sudden kiss to Henry’s back. Henry spins around and Hans dances away, already out of his reach.

“Now, now,” he teases, grinning at him. “Behave, peasant boy.”

Henry dries himself off quickly, Hans looking away as he does, well aware that his self control has never been that good, then dresses from the pile of clean clothes that Hans dug out for him. They’re simple, comfortable things: Henry always complains after wearing heavy armour and thick, suffocating gambesons, and Hans can see the relief in the slump of his shoulders to be dressed in something easy again.

“How do I look?” Henry asks cheekily, extending his arms.

He looks - normal. He’d ridden back into Devil’s Den looking like a knight, like a bloodied man returning from war. In the simple dark blue tunic and green hose he looks like any other man, like a blacksmith, like one of the gang. Like Henry.

“Perfect,” Hans says, truthfully. “You look perfect.”

Henry blushes. Hans doesn’t pretend he hasn’t seen it, looping an arm around his shoulders and leading him back towards the tavern. As he pushes him inside, he moves his hand to the very small of Henry’s back, letting his fingers linger for just a moment. He swears he can feel the muscles there tense.

The tavern is already noisy, the fire roaring and the ale flowing freely. Hans is assaulted by the cloying scent of fresh-cooked meat, and makes a beeline for the table, pulling Henry behind him.

The afternoon drags into evening. Henry sits at his side, a mug in his hands and laughter on his lips. Hans presses against him, their knees knocking together. Hans steals his cup when his own is empty; Henry snatches the last chicken leg from Hans’s plate before he can eat it. It’s a little dance, like two bodies moving as one.

Beneath the table, where no one can see, he places his hand on Henry’s thigh. Henry doesn’t even react - save a brief glance at him from the corner of his eye. Hans slides his hand higher. Henry’s leg is warm, the muscle firm.

Neither of them speak - at least, not to each other. Henry carries on his conversation with Katherine like Hans isn’t inches away from his prick.

Hans grins to himself.

The night whirls on. Someone starts singing, the others joining in. It’s so loud in the tavern with the cacophony of voices and stamping and mugs banged on tables that no one else can hear when Hans leans into Henry’s space and whispers in his ear.

He intends to say something salacious, something to heat Henry’s blood, ready for the sensual feast Hans intends to gift him later. But what slips out, unbidden, is anything but.

“I missed you,” he says, the words out before he’s even realised he’s saying them.

Henry, too, seems surprised. He’s used to Hans whispering filth into his ear, not soft confessions. He turns, eyes wide and gentle.

“Oh.” He laughs. “I missed you too.”

Hans’s chest squeezes, his heart missing a beat. He swallows.

“Of course you did,” he says, trying to batter through the sincerity with a joke. “I don’t know what you do without me.”

Henry laughs again, shakes his head in that soft, terrible way once more, and Hans suddenly wants nothing more than to kiss him, to grab him by his wide shoulders and press their lips together, right here, in front of everyone. Fuck his plans, fuck fucking: he just wants Henry.

He doesn’t do that. Of course he doesn’t. He pushes that thought down, and does what he does best: he pushes. With no one looking their way and their backs facing the wall, Hans reaches around and gives Henry’s arse a swift, tight squeeze. Before Henry can react, he takes his mug from his hand.

“I’ll top us up, shall I?”

Hans takes the moment alone to calm himself, to refocus his mind. He isn’t the only one after more beer, and he’s considering simply shoving Kubyenka out of his way when Katherine appears at his side with a sigh.

“By the time he’s done it’ll all be gone,” she says.

“Do you think he’ll notice if we push him over?”

“Like that? I doubt it.” She turns to him. “Are you alright?”

Hans blinks. “Of course,” he says. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

She purses her lips, then turns to look across the room. By the fireplace across the way, Henry is staring at them. When he spots her, he quickly looks down.

“No reason.”

Katherine saunters past him and goes to fill her own mug from the barrel. Hans hadn’t even noticed Kubyenka stagger away. When he looks across the room again, Henry’s gaze has returned to him - so sure it’s like he can feel it drifting across his skin. Something in his chest goes numb.

He puts the mugs down beside the barrel and is hurrying outside into the cool night air before he even realises what he’s doing. There’s a handful of people out here, drunkenly slumped over benches or chatting, and he quickly darts around the corner of the building. 

He leans against the wall in the dark, staring ahead at the treetops slowly moving in the breeze. What’s wrong with him? He’s Hans fucking Capon, not some blushing virgin village girl having her first fumble. He shouldn’t be acting like this, not over a fuck with a man he’s done the deed with several times before.

An owl hoots in the darkness, as if chastising him. He takes several deep breaths. His mind is warring with him, playing tricks on him. It’s like that fucking canon, how for weeks every ceiling felt lower and every wall felt closer. It’s not real, whatever this is he’s feeling.

But it is real. His heart is pounding and his skin is tingling with sweat and every time he thinks of Henry he loses a part of himself - and every time Henry is by his side that part returns, better and brighter. Every time Henry goes off on some new adventure Hans has to bury down the hot, tight anxiety that tells him this time, Henry won’t come back. He doesn’t allow himself time to examine it closer when Henry returns: it’s easier to be happy, and lusty - simple needs, simply fulfilled.

The night before Henry left during the siege on Suchdol feels like it was months ago, years. The man who sat on that bed terrified that Henry would die and the man leaning against the wall, terrified of losing him, are a thousand leagues apart. Hans stands by what he said that night: he doesn’t know what he’d do without Henry. He cannot imagine going on without him.

Things have changed since then, of course they have. Their friendship, strong as ever, is now supporting something more. But the soft vulnerable heart that Hans exposed to Henry that long night has been shut away again. 

He peers up into the sky, the twinkling stars, the slender dash of the moon like a knife hung in the heavens. 

He knows the truth of the thing. He’s not stupid: not entirely stupid, no matter what others think. When he’d heard the story of the two knights, his heart had ached. He knows what it means, what this feeling is, even if he keeps it locked in his ribs where it belongs.

“Hans?”

“Shit—” 

His treacherous heart nearly jumps out of his mouth. He spins around, pulse thundering, to see Henry standing there, looking worried.

“You scared the shit out of me, Henry! Jesus Christ!”

Henry looks abashed. “Sorry,” he says, coming to lean beside Hans on the wall. “You alright? You just ran off.”

“Fine, fine,” Hans lies. “I just— needed some fresh air.”

“Right.”

Henry clearly doesn’t believe him. He edges closer, pressing their arms together. Hans resits for just a second before leaning his head on Henry’s shoulder with a sigh. This was supposed to be perfect, he was supposed to prove himself. And now - as he does all things - he’s fucked it up.

“Hans…”

He turns with a huff. “Wha—”

Henry kisses him, cupping his jaw, keeping him close. Hans’s whole body goes soft beneath his gentle touch - all parts bar one - his bones loosening, his muscles relaxing. He leans into the kiss unthinkingly, giving himself over. Henry takes his bottom lip into his mouth, catching it between his teeth, and—

Hans breaks the kiss. He should tell Henry to stop, warn him about the others…

He grabs the front of Henry’s shirt. “My room?”

Henry grins. “With pleasure, my Lord.”

They stumble past the others. Hans cannot tell and doesn’t care if they notice them skittering past, laughing and shoving at each other. They make it to his room in a hot rush, falling over each other. Henry shuts the door, sliding the bolt to ensure they’re not disturbed. As soon as he’s done, Hans grabs his shoulders, twists him around and pushes him against the locked door with a thud.

Henry barely has a moment to take a breath before Hans is on him. He forces him against the wood and kisses him like he’ll die if he doesn’t, one hand pressed to his shoulder, the other to his hip. Henry makes a noise of shock, smothered beneath Hans’s mouth, then grabs him back, his hands going - as Hans knew they would - to his waist.

It’s only been a matter of weeks, but Hans has spent those weeks as a devoted scholar to Henry’s body, to his desires, to all the things he likes most. He kisses him roughly, fiercely, sliding his tongue past Henry’s lips. Henry allows the intrusion willingly, grabbing him even tighter. 

Hans wants to draw this out, wants to make Henry desperate before he grants him release, but it’s hard to do so dressed as they both are in these damned high-necked, form fitting clothes. He tugs at Henry’s collar, attempting to undo the ties one-handed, then gives up and sets to them with his teeth. Henry makes a hollow noise when he realises what Hans is doing, sliding his hands up Hans’s back.

Finally, the ties come loose. Hans tugs the fabric down so he can press his lips to Henry’s skin, nuzzling into his neck, coating him in hungry kisses. Henry hisses. Hans opens his mouth wider, scraping his teeth softly against Henry’s skin. This is one benefit to such high collars: it’ll be easier to hide the bruises he intends to leave there.

He holds Henry against the door, kissing all the places he’s able. He can feel Henry’s cock hardening between his legs, rubbing against Hans’s thigh. He presses closer, grinding down upon it. Henry curses under his breath.

At this rate, Hans fears, he’ll inflame them both so much that there won’t be any damn time to please Henry in the way he wants to. He grabs Henry’s arms and tugs him away from the door and towards the bed. Henry grins at him, letting him lead. Hans can almost hear the words Henry isn’t saying out loud: anything you say, my lord.

They fall onto the thin mattress, panting and eager. Hans sits astride Henry’s lap to finish the important task of removing his gambeson so he can run his hands across the warm, soft flesh beneath. Henry grins up at him, his expression open and adoring. Hans feels like he might perish being the subject of that gaze: he’s not sure he deserves it.

Henry pushes himself up, grabbing Hans around the middle so he doesn't fall, and kisses him deeply. Hans melts into it, humming into Henry’s mouth, holding onto his shoulders. Henry gets to work at the buttons of Hans’s pourpoint with well-practised hands. The first time they’d pulled him out of the garment it had taken an age - all those fucking buttons, which they’d cursed the whole time - but since they’ve learned exactly how few it takes to get it off and on the floor in as short a time as possible.

It’s not long before it's off, followed by Hans’s undershirt. He leans down to kiss Henry, pressing their bodies together. His prick grinds against Henry’s through the thin fabric of their braies. He leans back so he can appreciate him more fully: there is no sight he likes quite as much as the view of Henry’s cock tenting the fabric of his underclothes, framed indecently between his hose. It makes him want to touch, want to kiss and fondle and suck. It would be a shame to strip him entirely, if he weren’t so majestic underneath as well.

“Hans?”

Henry is watching him, Hans realises. He’s lingered too long, gazing down at him. 

“What?” he says, lowering himself down to kiss him. “Am I not allowed to appreciate my—” 

He hesitates. What is Henry, to him? His page? His bodyguard? His lover? It’s too big a question, especially with the spectre of his own future looming behind his shoulder. He’s Henry. He’s everything.

He doesn’t finish the sentence; it’s too hard. Instead, he kisses Henry into silence and gets to work on the ties of his hose. Henry seems happy to be distracted, wriggling out of them as Hans tugs them down and tosses them aside. Next goes his braies, the thin fabric threatening to tear beneath Hans’s eager grip. 

Henry smooths his hands down Hans’s chest, sliding his fingers beneath the edge of his underclothes. He brushes across the sensitive skin, teasing, soft and gentle: a question. Hans kisses him - his answer - and soon Hans is bare too. Henry makes a soft little hum as he looks up at him, and Hans can’t help but feel a smug beat of pride in his chest at how eagerly Henry takes him in.

“Hans…” his eyes are wide and staring, his lashes absurdly long even in the flickering dark. His lips hang open. “Hans, I—”

Hans panics. He doesn’t know what Henry is going to say next - he cannot let himself think that way - but his expression is so vulnerable and true that it makes Hans’s chest hurt. No, no: you can’t, don’t—

He silences him with a kiss, simultaneously wrapping his fingers around his prick. Henry moans into his mouth. Hans doesn’t know if he’s swallowed down whatever he’d been about to say or has forgotten it, but what comes next is further sighs and stuttered sounds as Hans works him.

God, but he’s beautiful. Hans can’t stand it. Typically he’d be jealous, but when Henry falls apart in his arms all he can feel is honor that he’s his.

…in a way. For now he can claim that Henry belongs to him, at least in the safety of his own head.

Henry groans again, and Hans wants. Wants more than he ever has done before. He rolls Henry over, getting behind him, placing his legs to either side of Henry’s hips. Henry makes a startled sound as he settles between Hans’s thighs, his arse pressing against Hans’s prick. Hans shuffles back, maneuvering them both so he’s leaning against the wooden headboard, sandwiched between the cool wood and Henry’s flushed skin.

He slides his hand down Henry’s chest, dragging his fingernails through his dark hair, feeling the chiselled-out depression of his muscles, the twitch of his hips and hitch of his breath as Hans sneaks ever-lower. He brushes his fingers through the thatch of hair between Henry’s legs.

Henry arches his back, stretching his arms. He reaches backwards, one of his hands coming to grab at the poster of the bed behind Hans, the other grasping desperately for Hans himself. Hans leans into his touch as Henry’s fingers slide through his hair, cupping the side of his head, clinging to him. Hans takes Henry’s face in his free hand, turning his jaw gently. He can feel the hot huff of Henry’s breath against his mouth, the shared air between them.

Hans clings tighter. Slowly, he brushes a gentle finger down Henry’s cock. He’s velvet soft and desperately hard, and for a brief moment Hans regrets putting himself here where he cannot properly appreciate it: with his tongue, for example. Henry makes a low noise in the back of this throat, his legs opening, knees parting as Hans rubs his thumb over his head.

Finally, he gives Henry what he needs, wrapping his fingers around his prick. Henry pushes back against Hans’s own cock, nestled in the cleft of Henry’s arse, and Hans whimpers right into his ear. He begins to move his hand, stroking him, squeezing him, the shape of Henry’s length against his palm almost as familiar as his own. Hans digs his fingers into Henry’s jaw, keeping him in place: he wants to look at him, wants to see, when he tumbles over the edge.

Henry’s cheeks are flushed, his mouth hanging open and lips glistening with kisses. 

“Hans—” it’s barely a whisper. “Please—”

How could he deny that? How could he deny Henry anything? Hans knows that Henry would do anything for him - does Henry know he’d do the same for him? 

He does as Henry asks, moving surer, more quickly. He wishes he’d thought this through more - the oil is just on the table, just out of reach - but his intentions to use it are ephemeral and smoky, now. Henry is in his lap, between his legs, begging him. Hans wouldn’t let him go for the world. The building could collapse around them and he wouldn't untangle their limbs.

Henry moves against him, his breath coming in sharp bursts like they’ve been punched from him. Hans moves faster, surer, his dextrous archer’s hands finally put to good use. Henry makes a bitten-off noise and tenses, and Hans can tell he’s close. There’s a single suspended moment, then Henry groans, and releases across his stomach. Hans guides him through it, not letting go until he’s entirely spent.

The air is hot and sweet. Henry slumps back against Hans chest, finally releasing the bedpost. Hans is surprised there aren’t indentations carved into it from where he was gripping it so tightly. He drags a lazy hand up and down Henry’s chest, making him shudder.

Something hot and urgent builds in his chest. It’s not the familiar urgency in his belly, the one making his cock twitch against Henry’s arse, but something else: something sweeter, and more dangerous. Henry sighs, twisting himself around between Hans’s legs so he can better hold him, better see him.

He looks at him with those huge, blue eyes, lidded with sleep and satiated lust. A laugh bubbles from Hans’s chest, borne through shock: shock that he’s even here, that he’s even allowed this. Henry looks at him as if he’s gone utterly mad.

“Are you—”

“Fuck it.” Hans kisses him, nuzzling their noses together. “I love you, you filthy bloody blacksmith’s boy.”

Henry goes still in his arms, his fingers hesitating where they’re playing against Hans’s skin. He swallows. His lips twitch. Shit. That was the wrong thing to say. It was true, and beautiful, and wrong. Perhaps he can play it off as a joke, or a declaration of companionship, not love. He tries to sit up, but finds himself trapped beneath Henry’s bulk.

“I—”

He doesn’t get the chance to say anything else. Henry kisses him with such fierceness that Hans thinks he might just die, there and then. They’ll have to bury him out the back in the woods, and poor Henry will have to explain why. 

When Henry pulls back, Hans is seeing stars.

“I love you too,” Henry says, his face split into a wide grin. “Jesus Christ, though, Hans, why say it now?”

Hans shrugs. “It felt right,” he says. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about since you left.”

He realises it’s true as he says it. The eagerness for Henry to return, the panic about making it perfect, the bone-deep fear that he isn’t enough. Getting the feeling out of his chest and into the air is a relief unlike any other.

Henry laughs at him, shaking his head, before pressing another kiss to his lips, his cheek, his jaw.

“I—” he frowns, brow furrowing. “I’ve thought about it too,” he says. “All the time. I keep thinking— I keep worrying it’s not allowed. That I’m not enough.”

If it wasn’t so damn sad - and so damn untrue - Hans would laugh. They’ve both been mired in their own fears - their own fears of the same thing.

“You are everything,” he says instead. “Frankly… I’ve worried the same. That you’re so perfect that I’ll never match up.”

Henry’s mouth opens a little. “So that’s what all this is about,” he says, slowly. “Have you spent three days worrying you’re not good enough for me?”

Hans hates how easily Henry sees through him. “No,” he pouts.

Henry knows it’s a lie. He kisses him again, then rolls them both over so they’re face to face on the bed. 

“I love you,” he whispers, the words tumbling to the sheets between them. “I love you. All of you.”

Hans’s chest is tight. However much he plays at being good with words, true ones, like this, always leave him breathless. Henry notices, gifting him a teasing smile.

“So,” he says, as if the matter of them being apparently in love with each other can be moved on from so quickly. “I saw there’s a new bottle of oil on the table. Any reason?”

“Two bottles,” Hans corrects him.

“Someone’s been spending all their money.”

“Someone else,” Hans says, shuffling closer, “is an insatiable harlot.”

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Henry!”

“What?”

Hans kisses him again, kisses him into silence, kisses him into submission. Henry rolls onto his back, taking Hans with him, holding him tight.

“Now what?” Henry says, watching him carefully.

Hans considers the question for a moment. Now comes the future, navigating the world with this love in his chest. Now comes marriage and duty. Now comes making a choice, a real choice. Now comes war.

He kisses him.

“I don’t know,” he says truthfully. “But I think we should start with the oil.”

[lemotmo]

I'm starting to think that Ravi being in the middle of Buddie is the same thing they did with BT by putting Eddie in every scene to stop it from happening. In the last episode we didn't see anything from Buddie and I think it's going to be like that now. I wanted to know what Ali thinks about this and her opinion is also important to me.

😂Well Nonny, you're in luck!

I was just talking about this topic with Ali and our thoughts are quite the opposite from yours.

First of all, Eddie wasn't in every BT scene just to stop it from happening, because BT did happen, remember? No, he was there to constantly remind the audience that, while Buck might be with T now, there was always someone else there who he relied on and trusted so much more than he ever did T. T was a stand in for Eddie in so many ways. They showed us time and again that Eddie was a better fit for Buck in every single way.

Second, there is absolutely no sign whatsoever they would want to stop Buddie from happening now. They have been setting up the storyline throughout season 8 (especially 8b) and all of it is leading somewhere.

Ali and I both think that Ravi is there for a reason yes, but not the reason you think.

Ravi has been there for a few seasons now. He has seen Buddie interacting since his first day on the job. More recently he was partnered up with Buck and got to know him better. He was there in 8x11 when Buck could talk about nothing else but Eddie. Then he was there to witness Buck and Eddie's silent communication in 8x16.

Buck has gotten to know Ravi better over the last few months and he obviously feels more comfortable around him these days. He seems to trust him in and outside of the field.

Now, in 17 and 18 there will be an earthquake. We have seen tons of bts where Anirudh, Oliver and Eddie are walking in and out of a building in varying degrees of dustiness. Yesterday we got that picture Anirudh made of the same underground space we saw in an earlier photograph of Oliver. He made a beautiful picture of Ryan there.

We don't think that Eddie will be back with the LAFD yet, since he was only back for the funeral and Chris is still in El Paso. He will want to go back to his son asap. But he will also realise that he wants to eventually move back to LA, because we all know that Ryan isn't going anywhere, so it's logical Eddie will move back at one point.

So walk with me for a minute... if Buck and Ravi end up getting stuck and/or pinned in a tight space underneath a building, without any way out, Eddie will most certainly come running unoffically to help them get out. It would explain his plain white henley under his turnouts.

Personally, I think that Gerrard will let him help out and even give him his turnouts back (Gerrard discovered that Bobby had hold on to them somewhere in the hope that Eddie would return someday, just like Bobby promised. 😭) because we've all seen that he has become a much softer version of himself ever since Bobby helped him out and ever since he died. (I know I know... Gerrard redemption is something we didn't want or need 🙄, but we are here now, so... let's roll with it.)

In the mean time Buck and Ravi are stuck underground somewhere with nothing to do but talk and hope they'll get rescued. Now, Ravi was always there in 8x11 and 8x16 when Buck was either talking about Eddie or just being around Eddie. So there is the possibility that Ravi already figured out how Buck feels about Eddie and he'll ask the question again: Are you in love with Eddie?

And Buck? He might just think that he doesn't want to leave the world with anything left unsaid, like he never got to tell Bobby that he loved him. So this time his answer will be different and he'll just blurt it out: 'yes, I do.'

It would give us a reason why Ravi was the one who was always there when Eddie popped up in Buck's narrative. So as you can see Nonny, our opinion here is very different from yours.

It's up to you what you want to believe of course. We are only speculating as well and there is always the possibility that we are wrong. But for us? Right now? This is a very likely scenario. 🤷‍♀️

[signanothername]

If Nightmare was 6 years old when he turned corrupted, what do you think of little Nightmare traveling in the multiverse? Also, what if he heard voices from the souls he killed and now he's schizophrenic? I also read some of your theories and that made me think he's bipolar or borderline!

6 y/o corrupted Nightmare has my heart ugh 😭❤️🌷✨

The thing is, I believe traveling the multiverse didn’t even occur to Nightmare at first, mostly out of ignorance about the existence of it, so you can imagine Nightmare being stuck in his dead Au with his dead mother and his now statue of a twin

Not to mention, he was too high in his madness for a bit of time before he actually connected back to reality

But even when he realized he could travel, he resisted the idea at first, mostly out of fear, anxiety, and not wanting to leave his dead home cause it’s the only place he ever knew

Change was really scary to an already very traumatized little Nightmare, cause what if he went out there and there were people who were even worse than the villagers? What if people saw him and chased him with forks and demanded a “demon” like him be killed?

But as time went on, Nightmare became on the verge of falling into madness again, the silence of his dead home getting to him, so he runs away, runs as far as he could

Everything got too much for him and he just wanted to move on from what he experienced, but he’s just a child that doesn’t know any better, and all he could do is hop from Au to Au in search for a new place to call home

Which took a while, Nightmare would simply stop to stay in Aus for a few days and then leave to another one, he’d sleep under trees or between their branches if he felt unsafe (which was most of the time)

I also like to believe Nightmare struggled to control his powers a lot as a child, not knowing how to control his tentacles or even his power to hop between Aus, which sometimes got him into trouble

But Nightmare also couldn’t seem to resist the temptation to get as much negativity as he can, he looks at a person who’s hurt and he’s unable to stop the twisted smile from forming on his face, which to a 6 y/o was a horrifying thought at first, the thought of finding joy in the suffering of others

A horrifying thought that gets muddied every time he sees someone suffering and feel the high of power after he absorbs their negativity, eventually turning from simple observation to a single (not so) innocent try at hurting others himself, and that turns into his new regular as he hurts more and more people and as any true sympathy he has just slowly slips away

He eventually finds an abandoned Au without life and decides that it’s his new home, staying there without a roof above his head for a while before he’s able to have enough control over his powers to build his castle

And tbh I can’t really see Nightmare as schizophrenic, as I don’t think he feels much guilt for killing off his abusers, but I definitely think he feels a lot of guilt for killing his mother while having complicated feelings about his twin’s fate, but I definitely think Nightmare has C-PTSD and experiences a lot of nightmares /night terrors

As for the possibility of him having BPD or Bipolar then you’re on point, i’ve yet to truly decide which he has, but I’m leaning more towards BPD, but until i make a final decision (after i do a lot of research on both disorders) it’s still undecided

[pumpkinsy0]

In the spirit of the season how about some Two-Bit/Dally headcanons? A mix of the two dopes pining after each other and getting together and perhaps how their first few dates would go.

dalbit mention the 3 dalbit stans cheered *(^-^)*

•i feel like those 2 r the main ones who look after pony and johnny, just hanging out w them, but even pony and johnny r like “lets just give them their space” cause they dont rlly talk to them for a good long while, they talk amongst themselves, pb & j accidental wingmen🙏🏽🙏🏽. even if they didnt leave, one of them WILL bribe them to leave theyre getting private time one way or another

•two bit is totally the kinda guy that flirts by taking something of urs and holding it over u, mind u hes canonically 6’ft and stocky, its ginna take u a good while to get it back, and he does it ESPECIALLY to dally he takes his jacket till dally yells at him for ts back😭

•both of them would totally act out to try and seem tuff and get the others attention, dally would never admit it, two thinks its funny so he would

•two bit found out he liked blonds bc of dally, everytime he said it he would look over at dally and dally pretended he didnt hear that for his own sanity, after they get together dally only rolls his eyes when he hears it so thats semi improvement!!!

•dally toootttalllyyyy has a thing for redheads,,,,two bit???? cherry????? two bit had to b dallys gateway to that,,,,

•two bit tried to b cute and try on dallys jacket as a joke but it got stuck on him a lil and he needed help getting out of it before he ripped the thing. dallys tried on two jacket and it was just too big on him and he hated it but two fell for him a lil harder so its all ok it works out in the end

•for their first dates they didnt have a first date for MONTHS, they rlly just hung out and considered that dates it wasnt till like months into their relationship where they rlly went somewhere. they assumed the other wouldnt exactly care for going on dates and they DONT bc its each other theyre fine just hanging out, but they dont mind doing it once in a while

•for that reason, their real dates werent exactly awkward or anything, they would still cause problems for everyone around em!!

•but bc theyre so out of their element here and not sure what exactly to do and theres nobody putting a cap on their behavior, their first few dates either ended in them getting arrested or ALMOST arrested

•i dont think dally is an 100% neglectful bf, he has his moments of being nice, its RARE, but it happens and two bit has genuinely never expected that!! so when dally actually gets two a gift and gives it to him during a date, hes speechless for 3 seconds (only 3 seconds he can never shut up)

•in their eyes in one way or another alllwayyysss a dominant one in the relationship (two bits just used to that and dally is just always dealing w toxic masculinity) and theyre both fighting to b the dominant one, “ill pay, no ILL pay”, opening the door for the other and making it known they did it, etc etc that kinda thing. eventually down the line they dont put much emphasis on it tho

•dont expect something like eating outside w the stars all out or something, their dates r usually just them driving out of town going nowhere, going to a diner, or something along the lines, these two arent creative romantically

[mandarinmoons]

reader and spencer are in a relationship that has been on and off and this endless cycle is clearly leading them nowhere, but they’re hesitant to let go of each other, and one of them has to speak up and break things off for good and it’s just very heart breaking?

this idea might suck but it’s angsty and it just came to me 😭

Another sigh escaped your lips as you waited in the quiet apartment. Spencer was stuck at work and he told you to let yourself into his home while he finished.

“Make yourself some coffee” he said, “I still have a bit of your creamer left so feel free to use it all up.”

He was always so considerate, you were going to miss that.

Your relationship with Spencer had been anything but easy. The early days when he was too nervous to hold your hand due to germs and because of his own nerves was something you looked back on every day. It may be a bad thought, but you missed seeing how nervous he’d get around you at the start.

That of course wasn’t the whole reason you weren’t as fond of him anymore. 

It wasn’t the first time you two decided to end things. After he escaped Thomas Hankle, Spencer didn’t want to burden you when he was trying to get clean from dilaudid. You were heartbroken, you wanted to be there for him every step of the way, but you knew fighting over it was going to be a lost cause, so you let him go.

A few years down the line you connected again, serendipitously you met at a coffee shop and Spencer nearly spilled his drink all over you. The second your eyes connected an awkward laugh left both of your mouths and by the end of the night you were cuddling in each other’s arms, sharing long overdue kisses and talking about how much you missed each other.

Then when Spencer was wrongfully imprisoned, you tried your best to keep in contact with him, but eventually Spencer didn’t want you to insert yourself into this situation. The day he broke it off when you came to visit him, you left the building with tears threatening to spill from your eyes and the worst part of all is that this time you weren’t allowed to hug him goodbye.

Over a year later when he had been released you two reconnected again, this time you were hoping for good, but things change and it would be unfair for both you and Spencer to drag things on if things didn’t feel the same anymore.

You were brought back from your thoughts by the sound of a key in the lock. You took a deep breath and readied yourself for the conversation about to come.

As Spencer walked through the door you watched him as he kicked off his shoes and took off his jacket. He looked at you and a sleepy smile adorned his face and his under eyes seemed darker than usual. He seemed exhausted and you were beating yourself up in your head for choosing what seemed like the worst time to do this, but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure, what about?”

You sighed and sat on the couch with Spencer following along and sitting next to you. You looked down and nervously picked at your fingers, how were you going to do this?

“Spencer I…,”

Spencer noticed your nerves, he was a profiler after all, and took your hands in his which only caused tears to well in your eyes.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?”

“This…us…”

Spencer’s hold on your hand loosened. He wanted to say that he was shocked, but he wasn’t. A part of him also knew that things weren’t the same anymore and this state that you two were in wasn’t doing either of you any good.

Spencer sat there, his thumb running over the back of your hand as he took his time remembering every curve and vein, he wanted to remember how the hand felt of the person who had loved him for so long, through thick and thin, through every joy and sorrow. 

Without a word, you stood up and hugged Spencer one last time, his arms wrapping around you so tightly as if it felt like there was a tourniquet wrapped around you and you felt as though you were going to need one as you felt your heart bleed from all the pain. 

You let Spencer take his time with his hug, his face pressed into your stomach and your fingers lightly carding through his curls, you were going to miss doing that.

Eventually you both let go, too ashamed to look each other in the eyes.

“I’m sorry… Goodbye Spencer.”

You slowly walked to the front door, not daring to look back as you knew that if Spencer was looking at you, you’d break down right then and there. Placing the spare key you had to the apartment on the little side cabinet, you put your shoes on and quietly left the apartment.

As soon as the door closed, tears streamed down Spencer’s eyes and he angrily wiped them away. He wasn’t sure what he had done for you to not love him anymore, but he didn’t blame you. He was a fool for thinking that if he made sure things stayed the same way as they’ve always been then you’d stay with him, but he had changed and he knew it, you had too. The only thing he could do now was curse himself for letting go of the one person that loved him through everything.

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Obedience & punishment

a/n: baby's first angst fic and my first time writing kit. hopefully this isn't too bad 😭 I tried.

warning: I don't think there's anything besides caning.

word count: 1.6k

sister mary had changed after she took over briarcliff. she wasn't the meek girl you'd seen from afar. She was cruel, outspoken, and authoritative. you happened to be the one chosen to do her bidding. so when she unexpectedly asked you to go fetch kit walker, it made you wonder what she wanted from him.

“if I may ask, can I know what you need him for?” you mumble, keeping your voice measured.

she glances at you, mouth flattening into a thin line, and then tersely replied, “he’s in trouble.”

nodding, you don't press it any further, and scurry off to go find him. you don't know why he's in trouble. you haven't heard any rumors about what he could've done, and nobody mentioned anything until now. you hadn't spent any personal time with him, but he seemed nice, or at least as nice as you could be stuck in here. he was cordial the few times the two of your paths crossed, and it was surprising that such a mild mannered man could do the horrible things he did.

surveying the bleak common room, your eyes hone in on him. even from afar you see how the asylum was wearing down on him. he was staring off into the distance, wholly out of touch with the real world. his spirit had dulled, emptiness filling the void where ardent desire to be free once burned. your heart aches simply looking at his despondent form. his eyes had grown heavy bags underneath them, his lips chapped. he looked a mess. you edged closer, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder, but he noticed you before you could, flinching away. it was a justified reaction so you didn't acknowledge it, “I need you to come with me.”

he eyes you cautiously, chewing on his bottom lip, “why?”

you give a weak shrug, “sister mary asked for you.”

it takes a moment for him to get up, but eventually he slowly rises from his seat. your eyes follow him up until he's standing in front of you. then you turn around and head straight to her office. she doesn't appreciate waiting. occasionally, you peek behind you to see if he's still there, feeling a sense of relief wash over you when you do.

once you reach her door, you shoot one more cursory glance his way before knocking. you hear a muffled voice, that you assume is telling you to come in so you do. you push the door open, holding it so kit can slip by. you go to leave, but you hear her say, “no, stay. I need you to do something.”

rather hesitantly, you follow him in, letting the door fall shut behind you. she gets up out of her seat, walking around to lean on the desk. the tension kills you, makes an aching pit in your stomach. it makes you feel uncomfortable in your own skin.

“confess,” she proclaims. he looks confused like he's unaware of what she's questioning him about.

“admit that you murdered those women,” she asserts, crossing her arms and cocking her head.

“I didn't do it,” he snaps, like he’s repeated many times before. you've heard those words so much they've started to become blurry. a muddled heap of truth and lies. it doesn't matter if it's true. nothing they say really matters in briarcliff but they say it anyway. usually because it's what they want to hear, what they need to believe to survive in this place. if you're guilty then you deserve it, and nobody wants to believe they deserve this.

sister mary lets out an annoyed sigh, a frown tugging at her features. she falls silent for a few seconds, then she looks at you, “go grab a cane.”

she barely spares him a glance as she says, “pull your pants down and bend over.”

she pushes herself off the desk, stepping to the side. succumbing to his fate, he obliges. there's no point in fighting a losing battle. you walk to the cabinet, and pick out a cane. you pick the one you think hurts the least, mainly for your peace of mind than out of concern for him. you attempt to hand it to her, but she shakes her head, “you do it.”

worms breed in your stomach. a heaviness settling on your heart. you thought about saying no, and running off with your last shred of morality. sensing your dread, she gives you a deceitfully warm smile. a silent threat. now wary of the consequences, you stayed. bearing witness to the atrocities that took place in the asylum was difficult, but you could get accustomed to it– you had. you hardened your heart, convinced yourself that these people are supposed to be treated like this. but you had never been the one to deal out any punishments, and when you do it just happens to be oh so respectful, awfully polite kit walker.

you shouldn't feel bad, you know that. he murdered and skinned those innocent women in cold blood, but as you peered down at him, you almost couldn't believe that he would do such terrible things. you raise your arm, and begin the motion to swing, but you don't make contact with his skin. panicked, your eyes flit over to her but she doesn't look annoyed, instead she looks amused like this is free entertainment.

with a dismissive wave, she urges you, “go on.”

you swallow down the lump in your throat, lifting your arm once more. you do make contact this time, and you see him jolt at the feeling. his head falls onto the desk. you strike him again. he manages to muffle his pained cries by biting his bottom lip and shoving his face into his elbow.

“tell me you killed those women, walker,” she asks again. like a stubborn child, he wildly shakes his head. she tuts, “three more.”

and you obey because it doesn't matter how you feel. all that matters is her word and the fact that he needs to be punished. tears roll down his cheeks, and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“admit it.”

“I didn't do nothin,” he grits out. his will power is commendable despite the circumstances, and it makes the weight on your shoulders heavier. she doesn't need to say it, because you're already hitting him again, four more.

“this could be over if you would confess,” she snaps, annoyed, and he lets out a watery chuckle.

“yeah, right.”

she isn't entirely wrong, this would end. although, it would be used against him in trial, ultimately leading to his execution. if it wasn't for that, you'd encourage him to confess too. though a sick part of you wished he would suddenly profess everything, save yourself from the heartache that you could be beating an innocent man. your arm aches, and your hand is throbbing from how hard you're clenching the damn thing.

he winces with every strike, though he tries not to. they’re measly attempts to cover up his weakness. stray tears intermittently slip down his cheeks, and there’s blood seeping onto his spit-shiny lip from all his biting. his ass is covered in raised welts and tiny specks of blood from the thin cane. It looks like the air simply brushing against it would hurt. in spite of all this, he remains resilient, taking each swat in stride. you've lost count on how many times you've hit him, or how many times he's had to repeat that he didn't do it. you can barely listen to her complaints, and her snide remarks about how he could end this.

when he still doesn't come clean, mary gets tired of him. quickly turning peevish and brooding. she goes quiet for a long while, until finally she lets up, ordering for you to stop. you try to brush off all of it just as one more smudge on your conscience, something else to keep you up at night, but the sight of him sticks with you. he looks so… broken. piteous little sobs leaving his pink lips, trembling through the pain.

“leave. now.” she huffs, and you can tell it's meant for the both of you. you wait behind to watch him leave.

he uses his arms to push himself off the desk, carefully tugging up his pants. you can see the way his eyes threaten to gloss over again and how his breath hitches from the pants rubbing against his welts. it must hurt like hell. you don't attend to his needs yet. not now, not under her watch, so you wait until he's out the door. you catch up to him in the hall.

“um, I can fetch you some salve to soothe the pain later.”

he doesn't seem too pleased with your presence because he flat-out ignores you, picking up the pace. determined, you match his pace. he scowls, shooting you a harsh glare, “don’t you have someone else to bother.”

“I just wanna help you.”

“I don't need it,” he remarks, continuing to walk away. accepting the fact that you're not going to make it through to him, you stop walking, allowing him to get further away from you. you feel a dull ache in your chest watching him step away. a hollow empty feeling. you just did something terrible to him, and you can't even convince him that you only want to help him. it's completely understandable on his part, but it still makes you feel helpless. so you retreat to your room for the day. you hope that he seeks you out and takes your offer. you don't know if it's the guilt or the genuine concern for his well-being that makes you desperate to help him, but all you can do now is pray that he comes back.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

AYO WAIT that was me who sent in that Joe Elliott ask please I’m chronically obsessed and desperate😭‼️

A/n: Being obsessed with anyone from Def Leppard I think is the most sane like they're literally angels, not pedophiles, the drugging was barely an issue (was it really an issue? I'm not caught up on all the lore) like compared to other rockers???? I think they win, easily

Warnings: Light angst (I have been hitting you guys with it recently and I regret nothing), childhood friends to lovers, smut, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

All through school you and Joe were best friends, joined at the hip, but things fizzled when he started playing music and getting into bands.

It didn't happen all at once, it came slow and Joe was in denial. First he got into music, you were getting older and he took you with him. Small shows in pubs where your feet stuck to the floor, you went with him because they were fun.

He wanted to be in a band and you supported him through that, through finding his bands, trying things out and then going to his shows, that's when it really started to hit you he was leaving you behind.

You'd go to practices, there'd be other girls there watching and he'd spend more time talking to them and the band than he did with you. He'd take you to his shows but ditch you at the bar when he saw someone else he knew. Eventually you just stopped trying, hoping he'd realize and make the effort, but he didn't.

Your parents were friends, when you were young they pushed you together and it stuck. Now there were dinners you were both at and Joe would talk to you, not missing a beat because, to him, nothing had changed. He'd go on and on about his band, not realizing how different your lives were.

With Def Leppard he started touring, he always talked about taking you with him always. You didn't even know he was going on a tour until you got a collect call. You never called him because you didn't know where he was, but he called you, once every few weeks, really once a month.

You laid awake at night wondering if it was your fault, if you were really the one pushing yourself away this whole time, because he kept calling. To talk about himself. He called you to talk about his band, his fame and success, the women he was with. It cemented your beliefs, but you still wondered every now and then.

"I'm coming back to Sheffield." He said on one of your calls. For you it was later in the morning, around ten, but he'd said earlier it was barely 3:00 am wherever he was.

"Cool." You said simply, cutting up some fruits in the kitchen.

"Cool?" He repeated, confusion spreading over his face. "That's it? I'm coming back! In, like, a week... I thought you'd be excited."

You shrugged, popping a piece of strawberry in your mouth. "To see your family."

"You're family." He said after a moment. "I want to come see you... that's why I was calling, wanted to ask if I could stay with you."

You paused, staring at your phone laying on the counter next to your. "I don't have a guest room... don't you still have a house here?"

Joe chewed his cheek. "Yeah, I do, but... I wanna see you... I miss you." He heard you scoff over the line and straightened up. "Hey, I know I haven't been the best friend recently, but I'm kind of across the world."

"It's not recent, Joe." You said, making him pause. "You can stay but you're sleeping on the couch." Joe pouted, he'd hoped the call would last longer. You never complained but the prices were a lot for these calls, you figured Joe was starting to figure that out even if he wasn't struggling with the finances for it.

Your calls were getting shorter and rushed, while you didn't care much to listen to his bragging anymore the price was getting to your wallet. You swore, it developed a squeak every time you open it.

The next week you did what you could to make your little townhouse presentable. Joe never gave you an exact time, never asked you to pick him up from the airport, you just knew the day so you relaxed. However, it was still the U.K., it was cold and cloudy and raining hard.

You got a knock on the door around four and opened it to find Joe soaked and puffy eyes from crying, lips tugged into a pout. You stood there for a moment, not entirely knowing what to do, so you pushed the door open and let him in.

Joe took a look around your place before stepping in and setting his things down, two bags also soaked. "You couldn't call a cab?" You asked, looking over him with a... face of sorts.

Joe looked back at you. He didn't say anything as he took a wobbly step closer to you and wrapped himself around you, pushing his face into the crook of your neck and letting out a soft sob mixed with sniffles. "I'm so sorry..." He mumbled. "I'm sorry, I know it's my fault, I should've come to you sooner, I just didn't know what to do..." Having no idea what he was talking about you just wrapped your arms around him as well and pulled him to the couch where he could sit.

Through his bubbling and ramblings he explained that your mom picked him up from the airport, she gave him your new address because he had no idea where you lived and he hadn't even realized you moved out. He realized how much he didn't know about you, that you'd gone to uni and were working on a degree. He knew none of it.

She told him about the things you'd said about him, how he ignored you until he had something to say, how he left you in the dust of his dreams. About the diaries you kept when you were younger and she even let him read them.

Your face lit up, Joe had stopped crying and was now holding your hands in his as he spoke to you. "I made you think I hated you," he said, heartbroken in his eyes, "and you still said you loved me?"

For a moment you stuttered, you didn't know what to say to that. "I-I was a kid, Joe, I didn't really know what I was talking about." You stammered out, looking anywhere but him.

He brought a hand to your face, turning it to make you look at him. "I love you." Hearing him finally say the words, after all this time, even after you convinced yourself you didn't like him, it made your stomach swirl.

He pulled you closer, lips crashing against yours. It started out sweet, but this had been waiting years.

Joe was on top of you, your clothes scattered about the place and your legs wrapped around his waist. You were moaning out into the room as he rolled his hips into you, hands clawing at his back as he kissed down your neck.

He let out low grunts, flooding right into your ear. "You're so-so perfect." He muttered between kisses. "Keep doing that, keep squeezing me just like that." You were so close and Joe wasn't much further behind, of course he'd be putting you first, a hand snuck between your bodies to rub your clit.

Your head fell back. "Hah! Joe, I-I can't-"

"Shh, just let it happen, feels good doesn't it?" He asked, watching for your nod. He smiled and leaned down to kiss your lips, loving the dazed look in your eyes.

The knot in your stomach finally snapped and your body trembled as you came. Joe did his best to keep himself straight but you felt so good it hit him like a ton of bricks. He hid his face in the crook of your neck as he came, spilling himself inside you.

He rolled off of you, flopping onto the bed and pulling you to his side. "While I'm at it I should apologize for that one too." He said breathlessly.

You chuckled softly and nuzzled into him. "S'fine, just go run a bad." You mumbled.

"Awe, why? Can't I just stay here with you for a minute?" He was still smiling, cocky as ever but he held you close. "C'mon, we could have a few ankle biters around, don't you think?" You gave him a look and he laughed before getting up. "I'll run you a bath but I'm getting in there with you."

[flareovium]

"Up against the wall with me!"

Blade x GN reader

Word count: 418

☆ミ Highschool AU, Secret pining, Brief make-out session, Blade is secretly a simp, maybe a little OOC?😭

this has been stuck in my head for MONTHS and i need it out of my brain now.

MORE UNDER THE CUT!

They call him 'Blade.' Xianzhou Academy's resident troublemaker.

Now, Blade was your typical quiet guy who does nothing but get into petty fights all because someone looked at him the wrong way; That was why people feared him in the first place. People seem to forget he was a human who had feelings too, and naturally he wouldn't forget the only person who had spoken to him with kindness instead of fear.

He sees you. He always does. Stealing quiet glances your way, hoping that perhaps one day, he would catch you staring back at him. He had quite the active imagination; Often spacing out, daydreaming about speaking to you, protecting you, kissing you... His heart constantly hammering in his chest just because you brushed past him in the hallway.

It was safe to say he might have a slight crush on you.

It was quite the comedic sight for his very few friends. Blade, who was known to be the most stone-faced out of all of them, blushing like a madman just because you smiled at him.

Blade caught himself wondering what you think of him. He couldn't just approach you! What if he scares you off? He's only been doing the bare-minimum when interacting with you, and you guys weren't even that close! What if you think he's a creep!?

These thoughts constantly plague his mind, hindering his confidence and ability to actually get closer to you, until eventually prom night comes around.

He was alone, you were alone— and god, you looked gorgeous.

Blade almost damn-near panicked when he saw you approaching. His body was practically heating up under the collar of his suit and his necktie. His soul almost left his body completely when you handed him a small note, walking away with a sweet-smile and a wink thrown in his direction.

'Meet me in the hallway tonight.'

Fast forward to the present; The hallways were dim and empty, most people were enjoying the party in the gymnasium.

Blade has you pinned against the wall, his hand resting on your face, his jacket thrown on the floor and tie loosened, your fingers getting tangled in his dark hair. His confident demeanor betraying the thoughts racing inside his head. He was trying so hard not to shake, the fact that his fantasies were coming to life has him in disbelief.

Tucked away together, making-out in a dark corner of the school with the person of his dreams...

He could feel himself getting addicted to this.

[batsplat]

speaking of smallville now that was certainly a show. how many seasons did you manage and when is it best to stop? I am currently at s2 and already I would kill every other character for lex, wyd it’s only gonna get worse 😭

lmaooo okay so I got to. six. which actually kinda kills me because I swear I poured my heart and my soul into that stupid show, it drove me insane it left me a lesser person and I BARELY GOT HALFWAY

my basic analysis of the default journey with that show that I'm going to pretend is universal is like. it hooks you with something compelling in s1 and you still have enough naive faith to give it benefit of doubt that the writers actually know what they're doing, because you just wanted to have a bit of fun but, hey, these characters are actually more interesting than you expected!! then in s2 you're starting to get doubts but you're already kinda too deep. then s3 breaks your sanity and makes you scream and at this point you just see how far this shit goes. then s4 is.... mid..... but is also in a way the last remotely palpable season? and then at some point in s5 you're just like. wow I don't even enjoy the hate watching any more. and s6 is. yeah. eventually there was one storyline that is so insanely uncomfortable that it's just. enough. enough!

[mild spoilers to follow]

if s2 drives you insane on lex grounds then!! boy!! s3!! the thing about s3 from lex's pov is that. okay it's extremely angsty and does increasingly radicalise you... I have to say I started this show in a very innocent jokey 'oh ho ho I heard they have some good superman/lex luthor queerbait in that noughties show!!' and was ready to be a lex fan like. as a bit. and y'know my readiness to adopt morally dubious characters is pretty high anyway. but the first few seasons made me go?? okay but he genuinely isn't even the villain?? like I'm not even saying this for the bit, he LITERALLY is not the bad guy in this story?? guys??? and then by the end of season 3 I had been completely radicalised to the 'Actually Lex Luthor Should Turn Evil And Kill All Of You People And I Will Cheer Him On' stance. but what really, really, really kills me is that after all that, they still manage to bungle his transition to evil. like, they ignore all the very obvious reasons for why lex would turn evil after all that, and just come up with completely new ones? that have fuck all to do with this character you've been writing up to that point?

and the worst bit. the WORST bit. is that after all that, he literally does not even have fun being evil. like, you know that season one episode where he's being mind controlled and does his gay little swagger. this scene, yeah:

first of all, again, they ended up erasing lex's canonical motivation for turning evil, which is being so queer-coded he might as well be wearing a sign with slurs around his neck while he's stuck in a small town in fucking kansas. like "you think I don't see the way your parents look at me? the way half the town looks at me?" okay, great, love how this entire arc is eventually concluded by having the show say the entire town including clark's small-minded parents were 100% right to be suspicious of him, that there was something fundamentally defect with him basically from birth and he was always going to turn out to be evil. I feel like you definitely thought through the implications of what you wrote here!

but never mind all that, my actual point is that lex is having fun here!! this is one of several episodes where they're 'foreshadowing' lex turning evil by 'having a paranormal reason to make lex evil for a few minutes' (some subtle writing, this), and he's generally having a lot of fun with it!! he's leaning into the camp of it all!! he's freed from all his nasty and completely unnecessary inhibitions like 'not killing everyone in smallville' which. good. and he's just having a great time. and then he becomes a villain and he's literally just miserable all the time!! it sucks!! like omg if you're going to butcher his writing and ruin the character then at LEAST let him have some fucking fun?? at least let him experience joy at his own depravity or whatever? like he doesn't even get to do any fun villain monologues at clark, he's literally just sad clark isn't his friend any more while clark is giving him the homophobic dog slur. and then also about twice a season something paranormal happens to clark and he physically assaults lex to the point where he like, almost kills him, and then after that everyone pretends it didn't happen and clark never apologises and continues to burst into his room demanding answers. like omg?? lex, they hate you anyway, can you please just attempt to shoot clark?? also, obviously the turn to villainy should have been in large part motivated by lex finding out clark's secret and going?? the fuck is wrong with you for not just SAYING this?? (plus finding out everything clark did to lex in season three to keep his secret like it's genuinely so fucked up #lmao) but. I hate to break bad news to you about where we're at with the whole 'does lex know clark's secret yet' situation at the point where I gave up. genuinely what is the point of all this building and perfectly interesting character work if you're NEVER gonna deliver

but quite possibly an even worse sin of the later seasons that genuinely broke my brain was the treatment of lex's father. like, not to give the game away too much here, but the show's philosophical stance on rotten apples ends up being.... well. it's interesting which characters this show feels is worthy of redemption!! also interesting when they retcon several seasons of writing for the show that already very much set up why a character would actually perfectly legitimately go insane and instead settle for 'well his father sure did know there was always something wrong with him'!! watching some season 3 and season 5 episodes back to back would leave your face scarred from the amount of whiplash in the writing. the whole thing's kinda incompetent and dumb but is also like?? actively a little bit evil when you really think about the implications of what they're writing here

anyway. it's a brave stance on superman to go 'okay but what is being a superhero really about if not a whole whole lot of gaslighting'. and I do love the clark stalking room!! but the problem is, they could've played the clark/lex dynamic in a kinda tragic 'wow clark really has been so blinded by his parents that he's gonna end up destroying his relationship to lex because he just can't be honest with him and lex really needed one person in his corner who actually trusted him but clark wasn't the right person to provide that' way. they could've played it in a sort of fun 'yeah this is kinda fucked up and weird and toxic how they simply cannot stop doing dubious shit to each other' way where you just kinda roll with how terrible the whole thing is. but they don't go for either of those!! they're so stuck with treating clark's parents as the moral centre of the universe, with their "marriage is SACRED, clark" schtick and all that (yeah, there's an episode where clark gets lectured about the importance of the bond of marriage, this is a thing that happens) that they're blatantly unaware of what story they're telling but ALSO just refuse to lean into the batshit insane elements and just have!! fun!! and it's one of those things where you really do feel like an idiot for even thinking about this stupid fucking show so!! much!! but I swear, I swear they had a dynamic that hit like crazy in season one... also some of the fic out there for them is CRAZY like it kinda does make it all worth it but still!! still!! this shit infuriates me!!

anyway, here are some bonkers plot bits I remember happening in this show for you to enjoy if you continue in this endeavour:

the lex luthor slut shaming episode

clark kent slut shaming lex luthor, which is conceptually funny anyway but becomes funnier if you just read it as clark being unable to figure out he is actually just subliminally attracted to his friend. like, okay, clark being disappointed at lex for sleeping with thirteen different women, I see you

like. multiple lesbian lana moments. she's constantly getting herself in lesbian situations. and I get this is some kinda weird fanservice-y shit from the showrunners but, sue me, I thought lesbian vampire lana was cute

which is a thing that happens

they get spike from btvs to tell clark vampires aren't real, which is the one funny thing they wrote in about a season

the native american stuff is always deeply uncomfortable but it becomes even weirder when they invent some native american prophecy *deep sigh* to explain how lex was always evil

clark steals a car from lex several episodes after committing like, one of the most obscene acts of betrayal it is possible to commit against a friend (lex is unaware of this and possibly never finds out? I think the writers maybe forgot about this.) and lex is just like. it's fine <3 I know friends sometimes have to do crazy shit for other friends!! you're my friend, right?? and clark goes... yeah. sure

I vaguely remember lex buying stuff the american football high school team at some point and showing up to the lockers to give a speech and it's just?? this is right after the friendship break up and it's basically lex talking right at clark and he's talking about the importance of fresh starts and it is so fucking funny

the one episode where lana is in paris. they had built up to this for ages as like a whole thing where lana finally frees herself from that miserable town and all the people in it (don't ask how the 'lana knowing clark's secret' situation develops. it doesn't) and then she's there for. one episode

martha kent tells clark how they can't harbour illegal immigrants at one stage?? she eventually changes her mind I think but what even was that all about

the papa kent goes into politics arc. shoot me

lex becomes like. possessed by zod. which somehow manages to make everyone involved more dull

silver kryptonite makes clark paranoid, which ends up being pretty funny because he genuinely talks the exact same way

lex thinks clark can throw him across the room because he's been hypnotised

lex starts capturing various clark super powered friends and delivers these gay villain monologues to them (like genuinely, in one of them he's got shirtless aquaman strapped to a gurney and he's like, leaning over him, teasing him with a glass of water) and they're some of the best bits of the show

clark discovers the clark stalking room, which I will say was very funny

chloe basically saying lex always sends clark these massive gifts as a way of keeping his affections which?? clearly true but I thought we were keeping that the subtext

clark gatecrashes lex's wedding high on red kryptonite

one of lex's old bullies gets killed by like, a statue falling from the top of the building they're standing next to and stabbing the guy and then some of the blood splashes on lex and he's just like ?? bleh. fantastic scene

and THEN there's several scenes with his father where lex is like 'well that sure was a nice shirt :(' and lex's father is berating him for his lack of humanity. or something

there's an episode where lex is split into good lex and evil lex and it's genuinely the only worthwhile thing the show did that season. like the writing is still kinda incoherent but, crucially. it sure is fun

the spirit of lex's mum tells him she thinks he sucks

worst show in existence. I'll never forget it

[forgeofthenine]

Sorry for adding to your pile of requests 😭 quick question: so like how many requests can one person give before it gets annoying 🙈🙈

What do you think of post-game Tav hyping up Dammon’s forge saying it’s the reason they could beat the absolute. OR OR some jealousy HCs but specifically for late Act 2 when Tav sees Dammon lowkey flirt with Karlach/mutual pining shit.

One or the other! IDK I can’t get this man out of my head.

When my requests are open? Absolutely fair game, especially for great requests like this. While I like the idea of the first one, the second prompt gave me more to work with and is similar to an idea I've had in mind since I first made this blog. I hope you enjoy and send in more requests when they open back up :)

When you get jealous of Dammon 'flirting' with Karlach

You'd been travelling with your group for a few months now, all of you growing closer and forming bonds in your own way with each other and the others you've run into

One person you feel you've had quite the connection with is the handsome tiefling blacksmith Dammon

Now you're all here in the shadow cursed lands it's the perfect time to reconnect with the charming man, particularly as you take Karlach and some infernal metal to him

He'd always been friendly with you, smiling and offering discounts on his wares, his calm and confident demeanor drawing you in

Soon you found yourself spending more time with Dammon, joining him for a drink once his work was done for the day or bringing him new materials you found while traversing the wilderness

It didn't take long for you to fall for the tiefling

What you didn't expect was the way he'd look at Karlach, the subtle flirting as he worked on fixing her infernal engine

You could feel your own heart break as the visit went on, even Karlachs endless excitement at being able to touch others didn't cheer you up after she held Dammons hand

However, Karlach was oblivious to the way you excused yourself as soon as you could, ducking out of the forge and leaving to go have space

And you were oblivious to the way Dammon asked Karlach if she knows how he might win you over

What you'd misconstrued as flirting was just a genuine sense of excitement on Dammons part to work with the rare substance again, and his stumbling over words was his failed attempt of trying to avoid flirting

There's no way for you to know that though, as you look out over the water and cuddle with Scratch

Things carry on much like normal from then, other than you avoiding Dammon and Karlachs endless excitement over being able to touch others

It only took a few days for the blacksmith to wonder what's keeping you, though initially he tried to brush it off as you being busy keeping everyone alive, and he must admit he misses you

After a week he left his forge to try and find you, however he found Karlach first and surely she'll know where you are

You come back to your campsite only to see the two speaking, stopping right in your tracks until Karlach waves to you, and you turn heel and leave

Dammon doesn't know what's going on in your mind, but he seems to realise part of what's happening by now, quickly taking chase and calling your name

You eventually find yourself stuck in a dead end, only you and Dammon around as he catches up and tries to catch his breath

It's a hard conversation for him to start, asking why you're avoiding him with the cutest frown on his face

His frown only deepens at any comments you might make about him preferring Karlach

It takes the both of you a short while to work through the miscommunication, neither of you realising the others feelings at first

Once Dammon does reveal his feelings to you, trying to assure you he doesn't want Karlach, it's easier to reveal your own in turn

Once you two resolve things though, it's easy to fall back into your old routine

Except this time it includes you and Dammon sneaking many more kisses when the others aren't looking

[ghostofskywalker]

Can you please do some cute headcanons of the bad batch having a book club with their female! general. She totally convinced all of them to do it. I genuinely feel that something so chill would just be chaos for all of them somehow 😭😭

i haven't written headcanons in ages, and it did come out slightly less chaotic than i had originally envisioned (and a little more sentimental), but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

pairing/timeline: platonic bad batch & reader || tcw to post season 3

clone troopers masterlist || request a clone-uary fic!!

Before the war, you were one of the people charge of the Jedi Archives, but soon the need for generals outweighed the supply, and you become one of the Jedi on the front lines.

From the start, you and Tech clicked as great friends. It took a little longer for the others to adapt to having an assigned general rather than the way they had been allowed to operate before, but you and Tech shared similar nerdy interests.

You swapped recommendations, sent each other holonet links, and even spent some of your leave time in the archives, completely silent as the two of you just soaked up information.

The book club definitely started due to some offhand comment, like the Batch sitting around one day and Tech joked that his brothers don't know how to read.

Hunter looked a little offended at the comment. "What are you talking about? Of course we know how to read!"

"Maybe so, but do you actually use the skills for more than street signs on Coruscant?"

Crosshair, who had at this point been sulking in the corner, now joined the conversation. "And you do?"

Once the first book club meeting was scheduled, it was delayed a few times due to attacking separatist forces, but eventually the galaxy was quiet enough that it could come to pass, and it was definitely a little awkward the first time it happened.

Crosshair clearly hadn't read the book, and Echo could tell. He spent most of the time asking Crosshair hyper-specific questions and watching his brother struggle to keep up with the facade. You could see the glint of happiness in Tech's eyes as all this happened, even if he was trying not to laugh.

Wrecker and Hunter had opposing opinions on one of the characters, and they spent half the time talking about whether or not they thought he should have gotten the ending he did.

By the time it was over you had no idea if you even wanted this to be a regular occurrence, but somehow the tradition stuck, with a few rules of course.

The first rule of book club was that if you were on the ship you HAD to be present at book club, no excuses.

The second rule of book club was that everyone had to actually read the book, not just look up holonet summaries of the plot.

The third rule of book club was that no one was allowed to make fun of the person who selected that month's read, no matter how dumb you thought the book was.

Before the end of the war, you had been sent on a solo mission, and that might have just been the thing that saved your life when Order 66 was called. After feeling the tremors in the Force and hearing what happened to your fellow Jedi, you kept a low profile, eventually reuniting with the Bad Batch after the destruction of Kamino and meeting Omega for the first time.

Immediately, you formed a strong friendship with her, and after things calm down a little, book club gets reinstated.

It's different without Crosshair (and with Omega, as Hunter wanted to make sure the book wouldn't be too difficult for her to read and discuss), but this tiny return to how life was before Order 66 warmed your heart.

Of course after that, book club never stopped, and by the time Crosshair arrived on Pabu after Tantiss he was definitely a little shocked to find out that it was still going on, and that none of you had any plans of stopping

It's definitely a little bit different now, seeing as Echo only pops in occasionally and Tech is no longer there to make random observations and guide most some of the conversation, but it's something none of you really wanted to give up.

It became such a tradition in your lives that on the day before Omega left for the rebellion, you gave her a new datapad with every single book you'd ever read with her for book club downloaded on it ❤️

[akutasoda]

hii!! It’s me!!! I just witnessed a bird get stuck in a glass cage with an opening..walk out..then walk back in- 😭

anyway! Reader who is literally the most pessimistic (idk if that’s the right word-) person ever and is like ‘ew. Love. No thanks.’ But then will stare at Bsd men with the biggest heart eyes? And if they get caught their just like..‘I got distracted’ with the most longing voice ever?

-🌀Anon !!

you're seeing things!

synopsis - you always thought love was overrated but now you think you're just in denial

includes - dazai, akutagawa, nikolai, ayatsuji

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, pining, unresolved feelings, wc - 819

a/n: hiii anon hope your well!

osamu dazai ★↷

↪ you and dazai were quite the opposite people. for know personality's atleast. he often spent time flirting with women and the idea of love repulsed you. but despite that you got along very well.

↪it actually lead to dazai occasionally teasing you about your dramatic adversions to love but with some deep rooted curiosity about why the idea sounded so bad to you. perhaps something to do with not feeling worthy or simply not seeking that relationship with someone.

↪and yet it still came as a shock to you when you would catch yourself zoning out while looking at dazai with the biggest lovestruck smile on your face. you would shake yourself out of your trance to continue doing whatever while thinking what had gotten over you.

↪but you found yourself doing it more often much to your dismay and shock. which eventually lead to dazai catching you , he let it slip a few times figuring you were just thinking about something and completely blanked the real world. but after a few times he eventually asked you about what you were doing just to be caught of guard when you sighed and said that you had gotten distracted with the most longing voice he had ever heard.

↪oh boy he couldn't wait to tease you about this when you eventually found yourself figuring out what had gotten over you and realising what this meant.

ryunosuke akutagawa ★↷

↪quite the surprise came when it was discovered that you and akutagawa had built quite the close bond. but there was something about you two that just naturally drew you together.

↪perhaps it was like seeing the same attitude in different fonts. he had a hatred for a few things and quite the angry temper and you had a hatred for the idea of falling in love. but either way you both seemed to click and one time he admitted that you weren't that bad to be around.

↪however the idea of love that repulsed you deeply seemed to be creeping up on you. sometimes your gaze would drift to him whenever he was around or you simply would stare at him with awe struck eyes that felt like if they were in a cartoon hearts would be flying off them.

↪every time you caught yourself doing this you couldn't help but quickly snap out of it trying to figure out what was happening. and akutagawa became quite aware of your gaze often seeing you out of the corner of his eye staring at him. now he was quite blunt so everytime he asked you what was wrong, and every time was met with the same answer of you got distracted.

↪was it just him or did every time you say that siund more longing than the last? unfortunately neither of you seemed to bs good at figuring out feelings, but one of you better soon or someone else would intervene.

nikolai gogol ★↷

↪hanging around nikolai was always a wild ride. and to be frank, you always seemed to make his behaviour worse. you were quite the duo it has to be said. and he found your attitude toward love quite interesting and found your reactions to the subject entertaining.

↪often would tease you about if when you two were out and about and he saw some random couple. sometimes you did want to punch him.

↪but after hanging around the clown for so long and forming quite the close bond, eventually started catching yourself staring longing at him. the idea seemed outlandish at first, surely it was just unlucky that every time you zone out it's staring at him (and thinking of him).

↪he had caught you multiple times and had teased you about it each time but didn't miss the hints of longing in your voice. and the heartfilled look that he would catch upon your face.

↪how interesting to him that this whole persona was quite the two edged sword.

yukito ayatsuji ★↷

↪being a coworker a personal close friend of tsujimura, often meant you would accomplany her in her monitoring of ayatsuji. that was until you realised that the two of you had quite similar interests and naturally got along.

↪so you simply had became a genuine friend of his, much to tsujimura's shock. he found your little persona of finding love disgusting quite entertaining whenever the subject was brought up and he couldn't help but want to try and understand it from your perspective. and he could see it.

↪however whenever you two hung around each other he would sometimes catch you staring at him with, quite frankly, the biggest heart eyes he could ever imagine. now, he let it slip a few times before asking you about it.

↪you answer came short and sweet, that you were distracted. he could tell that there was something going on but he respected how you would handle it and never pryed any further.