#the funniest part of this is and something I keep coming back to is the fact that this is height accurate
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the one | drew starkey
pairing: drew x married!reader
summary: drew had a thing for you for as long as he could remember. coming back home, he faces a sad and scary truth
warnings: abuse (emotional, physical),swearing, I guess emotional âcheatingâ?
wc: 3k
a/n: thank you to the anon that sent this in!! itâs my first drew imagine so i hope yall like it!! i had a lot of fun writing it
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You stood around a table with your friends, your husband beside you with his arm wrapped snuggly around your waist. You laughed as your friend recounted a story from your childhood. It had everyone with their heads thrown back, drinks threatening to tip out of their glasses in hand.
âY/n, you and Drew were the absolute funniest,â she gasped through her cackles.
You signed in content, fondly thinking back to your friend. You had lost contact with Drew since he was casted in Outer Banks. He hadnât seemed to really keep up with anyone from his hometown. You werenât even sure if he knew you were married to Derek, one of his best friends. Or you suppose, old best friends.
Shortly after Drew left, you and Derek became close. Bonding over missing Drewâs presence, the two of you started hanging out with each other. He was everything you hoped. Handsome, charming, showering you with compliments or gifts. He proposed to you, and it wasnât long before the two of you said I do.
As your husbandâs grip tightened around your waist, you couldnât stop thinking about Drew. You always thought of him as your first real love, even though nothing happened between you. You would always have a soft spot for him, even if it wasnât reciprocated. You always assumed youâd end up with him, and had spent countless days daydreaming of marrying him. He made his stance clear when he left. At first, he would text you and update you, but that faded. You were lucky if he even saw an instagram story you posted. He had moved on, so you did too.
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Drew stepped into the local cafe, his suitcase dragging behind him. He couldnât come home without his first stop being to acquire his favorite coffee. He began walking up to the counter before something caught his eye. You were sitting in the corner booth, as always, iced latte in front of you and your nose in a book. Drew couldnât help but grin, acknowledging the way your brows slightly furrowed. He knew you were at a good part of the book.
His mind took him back to countless days spent hunched over that very same table. Crunching for exams with notes spread all over the table. You used to always slam your hand down, telling him to focus. You never knew he wasnât focusing because he couldnât stop looking at you.
âY/n?â he called gently as he approached your table.
You looked up, pulled out of your imaginary world and gasped. You almost screamed at the sight of your old friend in front of you. You stood up immediately, wrapping your arms tightly around him. You breathed in his familiar scent, fuelling you with nostalgia.
âDrew,â you breathed, staring into his blue eyes with your hands on his arms. âYouâre home.â
âYeah, I had some time off,â he explained. âIâm happy to see you.â
You invited him to sit, placing you bookmark and closing your book. He had your full attention. He felt breathless seeing you in person again. You looked different, yet the same. He noticed something glint on the table and lowered his gaze. He saw the ring on your finger.
âYou got married?â he asked.
âUh, yeah,â you answered, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. âTo Derek, actually.â
Drew felt his heart sink. Derek was his best friend. Their whole life Derek knew the feelings Drew had for you. Derek was constantly telling him that you didnât feel the same way, you liked someone else, he heard someone say you were seeing someone. Was it all a lie? Did he like you all along?
âI wasnât invited?â Drew asked playfully, but was actually serious.
âWe didnât do a ceremony,â you explained. âHe wanted to just elope, skip the other extravagance.â
He could hear the slight lilt in your voice as you said that. Drew knew for a fact you had been dreaming about your wedding day since you were little. You eloped? With no one to see? He just couldnât picture it. With Derek of all people?
âYouâd be in the loop if you came around more,â you muttered. âOr called every now and then.â
âI know, Iâm sorry,â Drew sighed, filled with guilt. His best friend got married and he had no idea. âI think I just got so caught up in everything. It all moves so fast itâs hard to keep up. Iâve been thinking a lot about you, about home.â
âItâs okay,â you said. âThat was mean of me, you donât need to explain.â
Drew went to keep apologizing, but another familiar face burst through the door. Derek strode over to your table, suit jacket perfectly ironed.
âDrew, babe, hey,â he said through a smile that didnât reach his eyes.
Drew stood up and gave Derek a hug. Derekâs eyes stayed on you, darkening slightly. He was being nice to Drew, but you knew something was wrong.
âY/n, you didnât tell me you were hanging out with him,â Derek mentioned pleasantly.
âOh, I wasnât expecting him,â you laughed. âHe walked in and we just started chatting.â
âWell, we have to get home,â he said sharply. âPeter and his wife are coming for dinner, remember?â
âOf course I remember,â you laughed. âDrew, do you want to join us tonight?â
âIâd love to,â he smiled.
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The door slammed behind you as you walked in the front door of your house. You jumped slightly, turning to meet Derekâs eyes.
âWhy are you sneaking around with him?â he sneered.
âHe, is our friend. Your best friend, remember? Iâm sick of you always accusing me of things,â you shot back.
âI wouldnât have to if you didnât act like a slut all the time.â
You froze. The words sunk into your skin. Worked through your veins. Slut. Derek had been on edge lately. Easier to set off. You noticed him snapping at you more often. Calling you names, telling you what to do. He was just stressed. That had to be all it was, right?
You silently walked towards the kitchen, being jolted back when his hand tightly grabbed your wrist, him telling you to look at him when he speaks. He yanked you back, slamming you into the wall behind you. You winced, pain shooting through your head.
âY/n,â he whispered. âI-Iâm so sorry. It wonât happen again I-I donât know what happened.â
You felt the tears stinging the back of your eyes. The back of your throat burning. The back of your head throbbing.
âIâm gonna go start dinner,â you mumbled, and this time, he let go of you.
âIâll go grab the wine,â he said, leaving the house with a quiet shut of the door.
You stood silently in your newly renovated kitchen. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but never did. You didnât know how to react. Derek had been so perfect. You stood wondering what happened. How you got here. It was just a mistake, right? It had to be.
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You put on a brave face as you set the table. The flowers Derek brought home for you set in the centre, with the expensive bottles of wine on either side. He apologized profusely, and you decided to let it go. You wanted to have a good night. You couldnât let one spat ruin your night, or your marriage, could you?
Derek had never liked you hanging out with other guys. Honestly, he usually didnât like you hanging out with other people in general. He always told you that he was the only one who would ever truly be there for you. Maybe he was right. Maybe you should have thought of him more. He always said you were too selfish, and maybe it was true.
Your friends slowly arrived, Drew following shortly after your other friends. He reached in for a hug, and you felt Derekâs eyes burning a hole in your back. You settled for a side hug, not wanting to be rude. You were a wife now, you had to behave like one.
Drew sat down next to you, and as you poured a glass of wine and took your first sip, you felt yourself unwinding a little. The conversation flowed easily, Derekâs hand never leaving your body. Whether it was your thigh, hand, arm, he was always touching you. You noticed when you talked to Drew, his grip got a bit tighter. Each time, you took a big gulp of your wine, trying to forget the events of the day.
Drew noticed as you flinched slightly, Derekâs hand on your arm. He whispered in your ear as you both stood up to leave the room, politely excusing yourselves. He stayed silent, knowing it wasnât his business. You werenât his, you never would be now.
Drew fell into conversation with the other couple, not knowing that in the next room you were being called a drunk by your husband, and told you were embarrassing.
âIâm worried about her.â He heard your friend, Belle, mumble into her husbands ear.
âAbout y/n?â he spoke up. He didnât want to interrupt their conversation, but he had been gone for so long. He didnât know anything that was happening in your life.
Belle nodded, looking over her shoulder to make sure everyone else was out of earshot.
âSheâs just so different since marrying him,â she whispered. âSheâs gotten soâŚsmall almost. Making herself small. She seems almost scared to set him off. She never hangs out anymore without him because he wonât let her. I donât want to accuse him of anything, but Iâm worried sheâs being ab-â
She was cut off by you and Derek entering the room and taking your seats again. Abused? Was she about to say abused? No way. That couldnât be. He knew Derek, didnât he? If you were being hurt, heâd know, wouldnât he?
The rest of the night Drewâs eyes stayed on you. He noticed small things, like how you nodded obediently to Derek. How Derek made sly remarks about your dress, or a mistake with the cooking. Could what Belle was saying be true?
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You shut the door softly behind your last guest. Derek was on you immediately.
âYouâre an embarrassment,â he scoffed. âBasically throwing yourself at him in front of me. You look like a drunk, and a mess.â
âLeave me alone, Derek,â you sighed. âI canât do this anymore tonight.â
Before you could register what happened, a sharp pain hit your cheek, a loud crash around you. You clutched your face, the smell of red wine filling your nostrils. He threw the bottle at you. You felt something sharp in your face, pulling out the shard of glass lodged in there.
âDonât talk back to me,â he screamed, making you jump back.
âIâm gonna get some air,â you whispered as you stepped out the front door. He needed a second to calm down, and you needed a second to process.
After a few deep breaths, you placed your hand back on the door handle, only to find it locked. He locked you out. You banged on the door, screaming his name and telling him to open the door.
âYou can sleep on the street for all I care,â he yelled through the door. âI canât look at your whore face anymore.â
You continued to bang on the door, tears streaming down your face for the first time since everything happened. You saw his shadow retreat, all the lights shut off. You were left alone in the dark. No phone, no keys, no shoes. He couldnât leave you out here all night, could he?
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Drew felt his pockets for his phone, to no prevail. He must have forgotten it at your place. He couldnât stop thinking about what Belle said. Was she actually about to say abuse?
He shook it off briefly as he climbed back into the rental car, making his way back to your house. He hoped you would still answer the door. As he turned onto your street, he saw a girl walking. More like limping. She had no shoes on. He slowed down slightly, slamming the brakes as soon as his headlights revealed who it was.
âY/n!â he panicked as he jumped out of the car, running up to you. âAre you okay? What happened? Youâre bleeding.â
It felt like he was talking a mile a minute, unable to slow down.
âC-can I stay with you tonight?â you stuttered between sobs.
âOf course you can,â Drew whispered as his thumb swiped a stray tear away. âCome, get in the car.â
He opened the door for you and helped you in, rushing back to the drivers side. He didnât care about his phone anymore. The only thing that mattered was you.
You say in silence as he drove, pulling into the driveway soon after. He helped you out of the car and into the house. He walked you to the bathroom, turning the light on to examine the cut on your cheek.
âIâm fine,â you mumbled.
âYouâre hurt,â Drew said, tears prickling his eyes. He cleaned the wound gently, his warm hands treating you so tenderly.
âHeâŚâ you breathed. âHe threw a bottle at me, then locked me outside.â
Drewâs jaw clenched as he tried to stay calm. It wouldnât help if he got angry or freaked out. He wanted you to feel comfortable, despite all the thoughts and emotions running through him.
You didnât say anything else for a while. Drew gave you a t shirt and sweatpants to change into.
âYou can have the bed,â he said as he lifted the covers, urging you to climb under. âIâll go on the couch. If you want to talk Iâm here, okay?â
He turned to leave the room, but you stopped him.
âDrew?â you called, your voice barely audible. âCan you lie with me for a bit?â
He felt his heart jump as he walked to the bed, sitting on the edge for a minute before lying back beside you. He stayed on top of the covers, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. His mind spun with guilt. He never should have left you, or fallen out of touch. If he had been here to see the signs, he could have helped you. He could have stopped it. He couldnât fathom his, now former, best friend hurting the girl he loved.
You lay there silently until you broke. Violent sobs shook your body. You felt Drewâs arms pull you close as you cried. He rubbed your back, assuring you that you were safe. He had you. When the tears finally somewhat relented, you spoke.
âHe hurt me earlier today too,â you said. âAfter the cafe. He called me a slut and slammed me against the wall.â
Drewâs breath hitched in his throat. He couldnât bear to hear that this happened to you. He couldnât even speak.
âHow did I get here? I thought I was better than this. That Iâd never put up with this,â you ranted. âI should have seen the signs, should have done something sooner. I just wanted someone to love me.â
âThatâs not love, y/n,â Drew told you.
âI know,â you sighed. âI shouldnât have married him. He made all these promises. When you left heâŚhe told me you didnât care. That he was the only one who would ever be there for me. I stupidly believed him. Who else would marry me?â
âOf course I care,â Drew choked, tears burning his eyes. âIt hurt too much for me to be close to you. It was selfish and stupid, but I couldnât bear it knowing you didnâtâŚlove me back.â
âWhat?â
âIâm sorry,â he quickly interjected. âI shouldnât be talking about myself. I should have been here for you. I should have helped you.â
You knew you were technically married, but you hung on Drewâs words. Love him back? He loved you? Thatâs all you ever wanted to hear.
âWhat do you meanâŚdidnât love you back?â you asked.
âDerekâŚâ he paused after his name, like it burned leaving his lips. âTold me you never saw me that way. That he was better for you and you wanted him. It hurt me too much.â
âDrew..â you breathed.
âYou donât have to say anything,â he reassured you.
âDrew,â you repeated. âIâve been in love with you since what feels like the moment I saw you. You were the one I always thought I would be with. When he told me you didnât see me that way, I just wanted someone to care.â
Your words left Drew speechless. This whole time, Derek was playing both sides. The whole time, you could have been with him instead. You were manipulated and hurt, and it was his fault. He was a coward.
âWhy are you crying?â you asked, cupping his cheek with your palm.
âIâm so sorry,â he cried. âIâm sorry I left you.â
âI canât stay in that marriage Drew,â you sighed. âEspecially not now. I shouldnât have done it when my heart belonged to someone else.â
âAre you sayingâŚâ
âI love you,â you whispered. You head lay on his chest, and you felt his heartbeat speed up.
âI love you,â he replied. âYou have no idea how long Iâve waited to hear you say that.â
After sitting in silence for a while, you let out a yawn. He wanted to kiss you, but not like this. Not with you so vulnerable. It wouldnât feel right.
âGet some sleep, angel,â he said, kissing your forehead gently. âIâll be here in the morning to figure out the rest.â
You had no idea what to do, or where to go from here. Your mind was reeling, but now you were crashing from all the stress on your body. Whatever tomorrow brought, you would be okay. When you woke up, Drew would still be here. As long as he was here, it would be okay. It had to.
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I'm cringe and I'm free which means I get to post whatever I want. Eating sweets with Katakuri from One Piece and Zebra from Toriko in Vegetable Sky but if it were Pastries. Pastry Sky.
I have the sense neither of them would get along too well.
#//nopalramune#the funniest part of this is and something I keep coming back to is the fact that this is height accurate#I really am that small compared to them I look like Komatsu....#toriko#zebra toriko#charlotte katakuri#one piece#op katakuri#katakuri one piece
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nano brain is the WORST i keep being like hmm i should follow more people. okay letâs see what am i interested in right now? ah, easy, suntavia! AS IF PEOPLE BESIDES ME ARE GOING TO BE POSTING ABT MY OCS
#like man come ON pick something else we like to be interested in#but also donât thereâs still 12 days left and iâm in it to win it#actually the funniest part is iâm super over writing canon zenith content bc itâs⌠wait for it⌠keeping me from all my zenith au content#powering through nano so i can go crawling back to febslash fic#just 20k more to go i got this i can do it oughghughough o(-(#the moon speaks
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In the latest installment of me Terrorizing Medical Professionals, I got my Wisdom Teeth extracted because one decided to be an asshole and the other 3 were pending assholery, and demonstrated to my dentist that it's entirely possible to out-metabolize Ketamine if you start moving ASAP and also have a freakishly powerful liver.
So yesterday I had my one-month Checkup. It went pretty great, and the dentist asked if any part of my mouth was bothering me.
"Yeah, there's a sharp bit of bone coming out through the side from the extraction in my lower right jaw. The bone spur itself doesn't hurt, but it keeps cutting my tongue, so can you just pull it?" "Oh. Sure! Let me go get everything to do that." she said, and went to go get the tools for the extraction.
...Then there was some kind of confusion at the front desk I could overhear, with someone showing up with an urgent problem and they had to juggle the available staff, so she came back a bit later with the Pliers, said something about something taking "long enough" and went in.
It came out in two pieces, and the most discomfort I had was like, a 3/10 from the extraction itself, but mostly from keeping my mouth open.
...About halfway through, the Hygienist came in, apologizing for being late getting back from the front desk.
"Oh good, you have her the Novocaine!" the hygienist sighs with relief.
"What?" Said my dentist.
"What?" said the hygienist.
Both of them turn to look at the very full syringe on the tool table behind me.
"Honestly this is bothering me way less than the shot would." I said, lightly dribbling blood, and they both turn to me in horror.
"I really hate needles." I explain.
"What." says the dentist.
"Woah." Says the hygienist. "You would have done great in like, The Civil War."
Which is probably the funniest thing anyone's every said about my dangerously high pain tolerance.
Anyway, it was a one-off issue, and a non-issue for me because I think a normal person would have stopped her, so I go back in August if she doesn't recommend me to someone else for terrifying her twice in as many visits.
#family lore#Dentistry#CW: teeth problems#I am fine I just tolerate pain extremely well if I know it isn't going to kill me
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So a while ago some friends were talking about fans who claim the Same Coin theory is canon. And I made the mistake of saying:
Do you know who also has tons in common with Bill? Mabel. Yet nobody claims Bill reincarnated as Mabel. âŚwait now I want a "same coin but it's Mabel" AU. Funniest Bill reincarnation option. The all-seeing arsonist is making macaroni glitter art. The omnipotent tyrant is crying because a unicorn called her a bad person.
And then I overthought it for two months.
SoâAU where after death, Bill's soul shoots 13 years into the past and reincarnates as Mabel. I'll call it ⨠Sparkly Coin AU â¨
Don't leave yet. Lemme show you why it works. Behold the eerie amount of parallels in their personalities, dialogue, behavior, mannerisms, tastes...
I could have kept going but my attention span ran out. All right, we all on board now? Convinced we could segue from one personality into the other? Great. Now here's why you should be interested: the juicy post-Weirdmageddon angst potential.
As long as a small fringe of the fandom still thinks Weirdmageddon is Mabel's fault, why not amp that up x100 and have some fun with it?
Is everyone sold now? Great. Let's get into the details. I've got 8 more pieces of art under the read more.
So the AU starts the instant Bill dies. Thanks to invoking his deal with the Axolotlâone way to absolve his crime, a different form, a different timeâthe Axolotl gives him a new shape and shoots him thirteen years into the past. Apparently, the Axolotl thought it would be very funny to stick Bill in the family that defeated him.
Which probably made for a jarring transition.
(It's fine, she's like 10 minutes old, she probably can't even tell who she's looking at. Not being able to tell who she was looking at is what got her into this situation ayyyy)
When Dipper & Mabel come back from Gravity Falls complaining about this triangular jerk Bill, their parents mention that Dipper's name was nearly Bill. See, after they knew they were going to have a boy, one night their mom dreamed about a visitorâsome kind of magic pink salamander??âcalling her child "BILL." Then at the next sonogram they found out they were having twins, the girl must've been hidden at a weird angle the first time, and they wanted matching names, so they thought, Bill and Bell. But they didn't really like Bell; but eventually they stumbled on Mabel, so to keep the names matching they switched from Bill to Mason. Isn't that the darnedest thing?
(Of course, Mabel and Dipper assume Bill harassed their parents to try to trick them into naming a kid after him. To be a jerk.)
When Bill meets Mabel, he's unaware that she's his future selfâBill's notably bad at doing things like, say, double-checking to see whether he's going to die anytime soonâbut like... he can tell something's up.
Naturally, before visiting Gravity Falls, there were echoes of who Mabel used to beâbut nothing anyone would be able to identify without context. All her Bill-ish quirks either smoothed out with time (see: how between second grade and fourth grade Mabel went from being the "freak" to the popular girl in class), or else they were accepted by her family as Mabel-ish quirks.
After they meet (and kill) Bill, they have the context to understand some of Mabel's behaviors... and unfortunately, some of Mabel's latent Bill-ness starts surfacing after she's been directly exposed to her prior incarnation.
The part of the Pines family familiar with Bill thinks the worst case scenario is that maybe Bill's survived and is slowly possessing Mabel; but far more likely, they think this is just some weird way of trying to subconsciously process last summer. Mabel doesn't think she's being weird, you guys are being weird, stop giving her weird looks. They get attacked by one triangle and now she can't wear yellow or pick up macrame as a hobby??
(It's not all red flags and uncomfortable triangle imagery, though. When Stan asks her what she'd like as a gift for some important event, she shyly admits that she thinks she's starting to outgrow her plastic gem jewelry and maybe she's old enough to get her first piece of real gold jewelry, if that's not too expensive? And Stan's never been so proud of her. Thirteen years old and already thinking about buying gold!)
But of course, the real fun starts when Mabel finds out.
That's the face of a girl who's just discovered that she tortured her great uncle. Now imagine running into the brother she possessed.
But I've already spent a million words and thirteen images on this post. If enough folks are interested in the AU maybe I'll expand on it later. Let me know what y'all think.
#mabel pines#bill cipher#gravity falls#gravity falls au#gravity falls fanart#sparkly coin au#my art#my writing#(here's that AU I've been taunting y'all with)
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Spencer Reid x she/her!reader
A/N: youâre used to me disappearing for months but I hope by now you can trust that Iâll always come back x
warnings: reader is a victim of misogyny (arenât we all)
In A World Of Boys
Doctor Spencer Reid. His name alone sends your heart thrumming as the elevator ascends, your shoes tapping against the metal ground with excitement and impatience in equal measure. It isnât unusual for a case to have called the team in at the crack of dawn, but that was not something you ever imagined youâd actively look forward to. Then again, you couldnât have counted on the sunrise casting a soft pink, almost heavenly glow to illuminate the office that seemed to converge around one man in particular the moment you saw him.
He approaches you with a warm smile, one mug held to his lips and another held in an outstretched hand, for you. Made just the way you liked it; not that you ever verbalized such details, someoneâs eidetic memory just thought to pay attention to how you prepared your hot drinks until it was a task that could be taken off your hands entirely.
âGood morning.â Spencer greets you, a playful lilt in his voice at just how early this morning is.
âMorning, and cheers.â You share a light chuckle as you clink your mugs together in a gesture of soft comradery, your gazes locking as you take a simultaneous sip.
Such a thing is officially a symbol of trust, but the look in Spencerâs eyes is enough to hold you still if the ground was ripped out from beneath you. His curls are a little disheveled, as always, and his tie is as crooked as ever. Ruggedly handsome would be an accurate description, if you didnât know Spencer better than that, know him to be so much gentler than such a roughened description. And your heart sings for him.
A tradition youâve come to appreciate amongst the BAU during longer flights is sharing stories of their shared pasts. The tales are typically hilarious at the expense of one team member or another, but it is all in jest, and as the newest member of the team, you love hearing about their funniest moments from before you had known the people who have welcomed you so openly.
âOh, we have to talk about the pool incident! What was her name, Spence?â JJ asks with a mischievous glint in her eye, the teamâs attention pulled entirely to Spencer.
You canât withhold the shocked expression on your face, youâve not heard of any previous romantic encounters in Spencerâs life; this should be interesting.
âIt was Lila, wasnât it? Câmon, Spence, itâs been years, you can tell us now!â JJ presses, the rest of the team egging her on, but you stay quiet, your interest piqued to the extent that you canât utter a word.
âLila was an admirably strong woman, but as much as I hate to disappoint, thereâs really nothing more to tell.â Spencer shrugs, smile unreadable.
In his former years, such a question would have flustered him, but not anymore. His answer is enough to fluster you, however. A man who doesnât kiss and tell, and is so quietly firm in such a resolve, is one to keep in mind.
As if to make matters worse, Spencer then rises from his seat on the jet and strolls past you, making the effort to lean away from you - in case any sudden turbulence should unsteady him, he wonât risk even nudging you - on his journey to the galley. And the way he walks, the delicate trail of his cologne lingering in his wake when he passes your seat, itâs dizzying.
This is a moment that you know you will never forget, and you canât help envying the fact that Spencer can so effortlessly recall every moment spent with you in the depths of eidetic memory. Itâs almost ritualistic, how you lie in bed every night and replay your most treasured moments with Spencer, to send yourself to a peaceful sleep in which you hope to dream of him. Part of you wonders if he ever replays moments with you in his mind, with more clarity than you can ever hope to possess.
Little do you know, you are his favorite film.
On nights when insomnia strikes, you are the guaranteed remedy. When it is for you, Spencerâs eidetic memory is nothing short of a gift. He has a library dedicated to you, containing every look in your eyes, every micro-expression, every variation of your laugh, your smile, every word you have ever said in his presence. Sometimes, it takes him hours to decide which memory of you heâll replay before he allows himself to sleep.
Neither of you are aware of how many nights you have spent lying awake in the same hours, focussing on the very same memories. While you absentmindedly play with the little flower charm on the necklace that Spencer bought you for your birthday, his gaze will drift to the special edition of Frankenstein that you bought him, for no reason other than it made you think of him. Of course, Spencer already had a copy, but the one from you lives on his bedside table. He had the edition completely memorized in a matter of minutes, but he has devoted more time to rereading that book than he has any other, because you gifted it to him. Sometimes, Spencer traces the spine and wonders where youâd held it before gifting it to him; if that will be as close as he ever comes to the blessing of one day holding your hand.
One of your most vivid memories with Spencer - and one that you frequently use to fall asleep with a smile on your face - first came to be during your second week working with the team. You didnât know Spencer very well then, but you knew enough to be besotted by him; you knew that from the moment his eyes first met yours. A case required an undercover mission centered around you, as the only member of the team to fit the unsubâs type. While you could have handled the mission on your own, Spencer insisted that he be placed undercover inside the club you were set to enter, posing as a member of the public, to ensure you had immediate backup if you needed it. The undercover mission itself went without a hitch, though Spencer spent the duration of it trying his very best not to crush the glass he pretended to nurse in his hand as he watched the unsub flirt with you mercilessly, and without an ounce of respect. When the unsub was arrested and dragged out of the bar, you and Spencer followed, and he went to one of the government-issued vehicles to grab his FBI jacket for you while advising you to stand in the doorway and wait. He didnât want you getting cold in your pretty dress, but that was a detail he kept to himself.
As you stood in the doorway, leaning against a wall with your arms crossed over your chest, the wind caught the thigh-high slit in your dress, exposing the skin of your thigh only momentarily, but it was enough for some sleazy, drunk middle-aged man to leer out you.
âSexy lady!â He had called out to you in a slurred voice, opening his arms to you, beer bottle in hand.
And, as every woman has learnt to do, you gave him your best, tight lipped, polite smile.
âThanks, but no thanks.â You answered as evenly as you could.
In an instant, the sleazeâs smirk was gone, replaced with an almost disgusted frown.
âStupid slut.â He muttered, so quietly you almost didnât hear him, but in the time it took for your eyes to widen, Spencer had pinned the manâs hands behind his back and sent the beer bottle shattering on the ground - collateral damage from shoving the sleaze into the nearest wall.
âYou are under arrest for drunk and disorderly behaviour, as well as sexual harassment, and absolutely any other charge I can find when I dig up every morsel of your existence.â Spencerâs words were eerily quiet, but they were sharper than any youâd ever heard, dripping with a venom you didnât imagine he was capable of possessing then.
After tossing the drunk misogynist into the back of one of the police cars still on the scene from your undercover mission, Spencer walked over to you and draped his FBI jacket over your shoulders, tugging it around you with a gentleness that completely juxtaposed what you had just witnessed.
âIâm sorry.â Heâd said quietly, warranting a confused frown from you, that urged him to elaborate. âIâm sorry that you were treated in such an abhorrent way, and that you had to see me like that.â
Your frown melted into an adoring smile. âSpencer, youâve got nothing to apologize for. Thank you for defending me from a man that I doubt realizes he even did anything wrong. While he might be the scum of the earth, you-â You gently poked his chest through his shirt, â-are a gentleman.â
Spencer had thought then that his heart couldnât possibly soar higher than that, but oh, how wrong he had been.
Coincidentally, one of Spencerâs favorite memories of you is one you can recall very little of. It was the only occasion on which Spencer had politely declined the teamâs invitation to a local bar for drinks in an evening. He had been rereading the copy of Frankenstein youâd bought him, comfortably nestled on his couch with a lingering smile as he sought pieces of you in between the lines of text, when his phone rang.
Seeing your name, Spencer picked up in a microsecond.
â(Y/N)? Is everything alright?â His mind was immediately reeling. Had something happened? Were you safe?
A sniffle came through the phone, and his heart shattered.
âJusâ so lonely.â Your voice was slurred by the alcohol youâd consumed, but in the sweetest way. Your words did little to ease the anxiety swirling in Spencerâs mind, because every time he had seen you drink, you had been the giggliest mess heâd ever known; you had never been the stereotypical sad-drunk, as far as he knew.
âLonely? Arenât you at the bar with the team?â He questioned, because he could hear other voices in the background of the call and alarm bells were ringing. Had the rest of the team left? Or, worse, had you drunkenly wandered off somewhere and gotten lost? He was already putting his shoes on and grabbing a jacket.
âYeah, but theyâre not you.â There was an urgency and an aching sadness to your words, Spencer could hear it even through the distortion of a phone call, and your words stumped him. He blinked once, then twice, before replying.
âWell, no, they arenât me.â
He felt that had been an obvious distinction, but perhaps you needed him to make that clear in your drunken state.
An equally dramatic and exasperated sigh came through the phone. âI know that, and thatâs why Iâm sad. I miss you!â
Spencer was out of his apartment door in record time, racing down the stairs until he reached the parking lot beneath his building.
âYou miss me? Really?â He had asked you because he wanted to hear you say it again, he had to, the smile on his face growing exponentially.
âLots.â Your voice broke on that one word, and it was enough for Spencer to risk several speeding tickets to reach you in a time he would never, ever tell you, because youâd lecture him about road safety. Perhaps someday he will tell you, just to hear you speak to him for a prolonged period of time, even if itâs a lecture at the expense of his reckless adoration.
By the time Spencer arrived at the bar, you were a blubbering mess in Rossiâs arms. It was only when you were transferred to Spencerâs arms that your drunk mind registered his presence, and the sheer joy on your face despite your tears was something he knew would be his only remaining memory if he lost everything else in some freak accident. Amidst your incoherent mumblings of compliments and praises towards Spencer - each and every one under lock and key in his heart ever since - he carried you back to his car and drove you home with your body wrapped almost entirely around his arm from where you sat in the passenger seat of his car. Once at your house, he carried you to the door bridal style, lowering you temporarily so that you could clumsily unlock your front door, before he picked you back up again and carried you inside, all the way to your bed. And there, he laid you down, slipped your shoes off, tucked you into bed, and wiped your face with your skincare products efficiently, from what youâd told him of your nightly routine. He fetched you a glass of water and sat you up to drink the whole thing, then refilled it and set it on your bedside table - in case you woke up thirsty in the night, or if you needed it first thing in the morning. Lying you back down, he left a little kiss on your forehead, and due to your eyes being closed, he assumed you were already falling asleep, until you reached for his hand when he tried to go.
âStay.â You pleaded in a barely-conscious and far-from-sober tone.
Spencer smiled at you like you were the stars in the sky.
âAlright.â He almost whispered, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, while you laid under your covers, practically curled around where he sat.
With one of his hands on your shoulder, Spencer sat with you, spelling out words youâd never register on the back of your shoulder blade with his thumb and index finger.
So beautiful.
Everything.
To be yours.
And as his thumb curved the last letter âsâ on the back of your hand, Spencer heard your breathing settle to a rate that told him you were dreaming. Very slowly, he tucked you under the bedcovers, stood himself up, and left, but not before leaving you with a message he intended for you to comprehend later. You had not consented to Spencer staying the night with you, and you were in no position to give that consent in your state, but you had asked him to stay, so he stayed until you wouldnât know that heâd gone.
The next morning, you awoke to a little note on your bedside table that simply said:
Good morning, angel. Please drink some water and let me know you survived drinking enough alcohol to fill the Hoover Dam (not literally, thatâs not biologically possible).
-Spencer x
It was enough to make you laugh, and despite your immediate pounding headache, you reached for your phone.
You: hahaha, very funny. thank you so much for last night, Iâm sorry for the mess â¤ď¸
And, to your accustomed surprise, Spencer started typing back immediately.
Spencer: Iâm glad that you survived to enjoy my joke. You are always welcome, and you have nothing to apologize for.
You went to set your phone down on your bedside table again, when it lit up with another text.
Spencer: â¤ď¸
Surviving the alcohol you consumed was nothing compared to the way you had to fight for your life upon receiving that.
That morning, when you were called into the office for a case, youâd expected to be greeted with an onslaught of teasing from your coworkers, but Spencer had enough time before you arrived to plead with the rest of the team not to embarrass you. Surprisingly, they had agreed, but on one condition: Spencer had to do something about his workplace crush, because the rest of the team were losing their patience with the tension between you. To save you the embarrassment, Spencer sacrificed his own dignity in agreeing to that, and itâs been hanging over his head ever since.
The clouds beneath the jet serve as an interesting background to your thoughts, your headphones blocking out any and all sound beyond your music. You are away in your own little world, save for the part of your brain that is acutely aware of your elbow touching Spencerâs with the only barrier being your jacket and his. Does he spend as much time dwelling on these things? Does he ever wonder, like you do, that this connection between you could amount to something else, something more, if either of you were willing to take the risk? The risk is, in itself, a great one. While the risks surrounding any love in general are an obvious factor, in your shared field of work, that is exacerbated. Neither of you can explicitly trust that you would be able to act professionally if the other was harmed in any way, and you could bear witness to any degree of harm against the other while in the field. If that wasnât enough, should it not work out, you would have no choice but to leave your dream job to work and live elsewhere, uprooting the life youâve built here in its entirety; while Spencer would stay with the family he has worked with for so many years, the building would never feel the same to him without you in it. Whoever took your desk after you, he would be unable to withhold a small amount of resentment towards - he would never act on it, but he would feel it. And the guilt of being with him having caused you to have to restart your life somewhere else? That is a weight he is terrified of carrying. So many have faced worse fates as a result of getting close to Spencer, but when it comes to you, he cannot think of any worse than that, or his chest will start to hurt.
Perhaps this case is the perfect opportunity, he wonders to himself while a female cop converses with him, barely occupying even half of Spencerâs brain as he focuses on thoughts of you.
âI think itâs great you guys have come down here to help us!â The local cop grins up at Spencer.
A case in Vegas, where he could use some time once the case is closed to show you some of his favorite places. Youâd like that, he thinks.
âThank you, weâre always happy to help when requested.â Spencer answers casually.
But from the little office youâre working in, you can see the way that local cop is ogling at Spencer, and you feel a twinge of jealousy. It was only a few minutes ago you were looking at the hazel in his eyes up close in the same way she currently is, but you like to think youâre a little less obvious than that. You are not.
âSome of these guys, you can tell they donât know what theyâre doing, but you definitely do, donât you? Iâve heard the rest of your team calling you a genius!â The local cop babbles to Spencer, eyes like an animal in heat.
Perhaps a tour of the casinoâs? But a certain card-counting ability resulting in a certain state-wide ban would make that somewhat difficult. That probably wouldnât be a very good date. Would it be a date? Spencer wonders, before he shrugs, feeling a little awkward.
âI donât believe intelligence can be accurately quantified given its diversity in both person and circumstance, but I appreciate your faith in the BAU, who Iâd better get back to. Thanks.â With that, he steps away from the officer, thinking nothing of the conversation given that his focus had been elsewhere for the duration of it.
You, however, cannot let it go. To your detriment, you assume a seasoned profiler like Spencer can read flirtatious intent a mile off (his unreliable grasp on social cues begs to differ) and from a distance, it didnât look to you that he outright rejected the advances of another woman (his unreliable grasp on social cues left him unaware there were even advances to reject), and that left you feelingâŚupset. You had thought your relationship with Spencer to be special, that he didnât reject the warm, sweet tension between the two of you because he liked you, specifically, but if he didnât reject the flirtations of another woman, are you just a more regular occurrence of what she offered him?
Little do you know, if Spencer heard your thoughts suggest he only merely âlikedâ you, he may very well go into cardiac arrest under the pressure of the weight to correct you, adamantly. There is not a string of words in his vocabulary to adequately describe what he feels for you, and to imply âlikeâ conveys them is salt in the wound you cause in his heart for each day youâre not his.
Naturally, for the rest of the day you are accompanied by a cloud hanging over your head to consistently remind you of that very same fact - that you are not Spencerâs. It is hardly surprising you do everything in your power to avoid him, offering to assist every member of the team with whatever task theyâre doing to take you out of his reach and prevent him from talking to you. Of course, you know heâll notice, and youâll apologize when youâve recovered enough to not cry at the thought of him, but for tonight are destined to bury yourself in hotel bedcovers that you partially hope suffocate you into unconsciousness to save you further torment.
Most unfortunately for you, only an hour into your tears, there is a soft knock at your hotel room door. By now, you are beyond the point of being able to hide the extent to which you have already cried, so you formulate a number of excuses pertaining to allergies or hormones on your way to the door. All of those lies evaporate on opening your door to find Spencer standing there, looking down at you with pleading eyes that quite frankly make you want to launch yourself from your hotel room window.
âIâm sorry to disturb you, (Y/N), I just came by to-â His eyes widen. âYouâve been crying.â
Itâs not a question; Spencer knows you well enough to not need to doubt himself when he reads your physical tells.
âYeah, donât worry about it. Did you need something?â You brush off his concern, hoping to distract him with whatever his original reason for coming here was - it wouldnât be the first time Spencer materialized in your presence to ask your opinion of something obscure or a social situation he was uncertain of because he felt comfortable enough to come to you about it, you just wanted to get this over with so that you could return to your crying pit.
âI- what? Donât worry about it? Youâve been crying, of course Iâll worry about that! Extensively!â Spencer exclaims, his voice rising in pitch slightly with his distress, before he clears his throat. âI came by to check on you because your behavior today confused me, and it appears I was right to be concerned.â Seeing the apprehension on your face, Spencer is quick to amend the question he was going to ask. âIf youâd prefer not to talk about it, I understand and wonât pressure you, but please donât force yourself to suffer alone if you can help it. Thereâs nothing Iâd rather listen to than you.â
The sincerity in Spencerâs words brings fresh tears to your eyes, and itâs physically painful to look away from him and stare at the doorframe.
âItâs nothing, Spencer, just getting in my head about things that-â You begin, and in a moment that is completely unlike his usually overly-polite self, he interrupts you.
âIs it something I did?â He asks, his eyes widening with the same plea as before.
Spencerâs question surprises you so much that you hesitate to answer him, only for a second before your lips part again, but your delay is enough of an answer to him.
â(Y/N), please tell me I did so that I can fix this. I donât understand- Iâve already gone over our every interaction over the past 48 hours, 30 times each, and Iâm not smart enough to have been unable to determine a conclusion on my own. Please tell me.â Spencer begs, his voice hoarse with the weight of having hurt your feelings without ever intending to.
Knowing he isnât going to forgive himself without an explanation and that heâll see through any lie you give him now, you are left without a choice.
âThat cop you spoke to today, was she flirting with you?â The words fall from your lips freely, and Spencer blinks.
Once, twice, then a third time.
âWhichâŚfemale officer? In the past 8 hours I have spoken to three.â He asks so carefully, like heâs walking on glass.
You have to resist rolling your eyes, because you know Spencer isnât being clueless on purpose, but it doesnât ease your pain.
âJust after midday, the one who was looking up at you like you were the best thing sheâd seen all day.â Now, you canât resist rolling your eyes; an involuntary reaction that makes Spencer frown in confusion.
âThe conversation consisted of her thanking us for assisting them with the case and enquiring as to whether Iâm a genius- to which I said I donât think intelligence can be accurately quantified, and that was it.â Spencer has never been more confused in his entire life. He feels there is something obvious staring him right in his face and he is mortified at being completely blind to it, but he is treading very carefully over this invisible minefield.
âShe was flirting with you, Spencer, didnât you see the way she was looking at you?â Trying to read his expression and only finding confusion is not helping.
âI wasnât really looking at her.â Spencer answers truthfully, because his eyes had been glazed over as he thought of places he could show you while in Vegas, where posed the highest probability of a successful date, should you accept the offer he had every intention of presenting you with.
âYou didnât noticeâŚâ You murmur, your heart sinking in your chest.
You had been upset that Spencer hadnât rejected the advances of another woman under the presumption he understood her advances, but if he truly did not when she was being so obvious, he most likely doesnât notice yours, either. He hasnât been reciprocating the energy you thought was between you for that reason, heâs just been continuing the conversation without a clue. A lump forms in your thought.
Meanwhile, Spencer is even more confused.
âIâm not certain I understand what the issue is. Was it the flirting? Or the fact I didnât register it? Should I have?â He is lost and in desperate need of guidance. As soon as he knows what heâs done to upset you, heâll beg on his knees for your forgiveness, but at this time he is still unable to determine the problem. If you had not realized he didnât acknowledge the flirting until now, that couldnât be the issue, but if the issue was simply that heâd been flirted with, you now knowing he wasnât aware of it would have fixed that - so why do you look more upset? This just in: Doctor Spencer Reid loathes social cues.
âDo you notice when anyone flirts with you?â Answering his question with your own question is only sending him further into a spiral.
You are the only person he ever wishes would flirt with him, but Spencer is absolutely convinced you never would. If he answers ânoâ to your rephrased version of the same question you had just asked him, that appears to be the answer you are assuming to be true which is making you look sadder. He does not understand this at all.
âHow do I answer that in a way that wonât upset you furtherâŚâ Spencer frowns, focussing very hard on your every micro-expression, trying to use your face as a cheat sheet.
âI donât think you can, Spencer. Thanks for coming to check on me. Goodnight.â You give him a weak smile and go to close your hotel room door, but Spencer places a palm against the door with an expression of alarm.
âPlease-â He starts, then stops himself when you meet his eyes, his tone softening. âTalk to me.â
You take a deep breath and decide to bite the bullet. What do you have to lose? Your heartâs already been hit with every weapon of mass destruction you can think of.
âI thought- I thought you knew there was- it wasnât flirting, but thereâs been something between us that I thought you knew as well as I did. Stupidly, I thought you were reciprocating it, but if you couldnât tell that cop was flirting with you, thereâs no way you knewâŚâ Your weak smile wavers. âLike I said, just getting in my head over things. Doesnât matter. You havenât done anything wrong. Night-â
Once again unexpectedly, Spencer interrupts you, but this time for a very different reason.
âI need to sit down.â
Itâs only then you realize how suddenly pale heâs become. Paler than youâve ever seen him, in fact. Your eyes widen, and you grab Spencerâs forearms, guiding him into your hotel room and over to the armchair in the corner of the room, the door clicking shut behind you while Spencer stumbles with the most shell shocked look in his eyes.
âSpencer, whatâs going on? Are you alright?â You ask him worriedly.
âIndeterminable.â Spencer answers in a distant voice.
âOkay, okay, uh-â You flit from him to the sink in your hotel room to grab Spencer a glass of water, that youâre quick to bring to him. âHere.â
His eyes donât even focus on you or the glass, but he takes it from your hand and gulps it down. Spencer makes the mistake of glancing at you mid-sip, and starts choking, resulting in you patting his back.
âSomething between usâŚâ He coughs out. âYou said, something between us. What.â
Your eyebrows furrow, and your face feels hot.
âYou know, mutual pining. Like in movies.â You feel very awkward having to explain that.
âBooks, first.â Spencer corrects you quietly, his breathing finally steadying.
âYeah, okay, books first.â You canât help chuckling lightly and taking the empty glass back over to the sink, then returning to Spencer, but stopping in your tracks when you find him now standing instead of sitting in the armchair.
âA study has shown that on average it takes men 88 days to fall in love, while it takes women 134 days. Contrary to popular belief, I donât believe every aspect of love can be reduced to facts and statistics, but in moments of self-doubt I fall back on what I know. I knew what I knew of how I felt about you on the day we met, but I waited 88 days to be certain, and then it was only logical I waited 134 days to give you the chance to develop even the vaguest pleasant feeling towards me.â He takes a breath. âIt has only been 120 days; I had not yet decided how I was going to broach this topic with you, and the question remains as to whether Iâve waited long enough for you to be as certain as I am. If the answer is anything other than yes, I promise, Iâll wait as many days as it takes, even if itâs a number I canât reach.â Spencerâs voice is that of a man swearing an oath he has no doubt heâll live to honor in every sense, and you are certain your heart has stopped beating.
You stare at him with wide eyes, feeling like time has frozen around you, the only sounds being your breathing to fill the suffocating silence of your hotel room. A microexpression of terror flickers across Spencerâs face, and you are brought back to yourself in an instant.
âI wish youâd asked me 120 days ago.â You say breathlessly.
âI didnât ask anything.â Yet, Spencer adds internally, his heart pounding.
âBut youâre going to.â You clarify softly, and Spencer nods, so you nod back at him.
âWouldâŚâ Spencer clears his throat. âWould you allow me the honor of taking you on a date? With me? Together? Here? Or anywhere- anywhere we can realistically travel to, that is-â As he rambles and gets ahead of himself, your expression of shock evolves into a smile, and itâs your turn to interrupt him.
âYes. Anywhere, anytime. Yes.â You answer.
Thereâs a beat of silence as Spencer catches his breath.
âNow?â He dares to whisper, and youâre grinning, glancing between him, and the provisions of a TV, bed and phone that this hotel room provides.
âWould you be opposed to a first date of takeout and shitty hotel room cable?â You offer playfully.
A bashful smile curls at the corner of Spencerâs mouth as he smiles back at you.
âAnything with you.â He says, but is quick to amend his own words. âProvided itâs an entirely safe scenario, obviously.â
That makes you snicker. âObviously.â
Spencer looks between you and the bed, nervous of how to proceed. You make the first move, taking a step towards the bed, and Spencer offers you his hand - somewhat needlessly, but if he ever misses an instant in which he can deliver a gentlemanly action upon you, he would suggest thatâs the instant you shoot him dead - to assist you onto the mattress before he follows suit and sits down beside you, kicking off his shoes.
âIâm completely underdressed for our first date, sorry.â You joke, looking between your pajamas and Spencerâs suit.
âYouâre beautiful.â Is all he says, his voice softer than youâve ever heard it as he gazes down at you with the most gentle smile.
You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers, and Spencer doesnât hesitate to lift them to his lips to kiss each of your knuckles tenderly.
âTakeout?â He murmurs against your skin, and for a second youâre lost to the daze of his kisses that you wonder if heâs asking whether the act of them has taken you out (to which youâd answer with a resounding yes), but remembering the nature of your date, you nod wordlessly.
Spencer smirks against your knuckles.
âI meant, what kind of takeout?â He amends, and your face feels hot again.
âAnything at all.â Is all you can think to respond, because to be completely honest, you do not care what you eat tonight.
Spencer chuckles quietly at that, keeping his hand holding yours while his other hand reaches for the hotel room phone, to dial for reception and request their recommendations for the best local takeout places.
âWhatâs so funny?â You ask him, but youâre smiling regardless of not yet knowing, just seeing him laugh while his thumb caresses your knuckles.
âI was just thinking, âAnything at allâ is exactly what Iâve thought every time Iâve looked at you.â Spencer muses as he brings the phone to his ear.
Anything at all to make you smile again, anything at all from you, if you asked heâd anything at all for you.
And much like the last time, you donât even realize heâs spelling out words against your skin with the caress of his thumb. This time, though, itâs just one phrase, repeated.
To be yours.
To be yours.
To be yours.
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Everlasting Trio DP x DC Nobody Knows AU Part 9
Part 8
âNothing? At all?â
âNothing, Red,â Barbara's voice repeats through the speakers of the Batcomputer, sounding irritated at this point.
âBut- I mean, did you try-â
âShe's going to come to the cave and shove a Batarang up your ass if you ask her one more time whether she missed something, Replacement,â Jason drawls off to the side. He's reclining in a chair, feet kicked up on a weapons table.
Tim groans. âI know, I know. I'm sorry.â
He's back in the Cave, and so is pretty much everyone else. Turns out he'd caused something of a panic, and it was all hands on deck for a hot second.
When the engineer had density shifted out of his grasp and heckled him from some nebulous spot midair, it had taken only a few seconds afterwards for Timâs comms to explode with noise.
Turns out nobody had been able to hear anything from him except a constant low static from shortly before the encounter until after it ended, and his mask camera was borked the whole time too.
Understandably, there was some alarm about that. Bruce had ordered everyone back to the cave for a full explanation and conversation on what the hell happened.
âSit down and tell us what happened, baby bird. You're gonna wear a hole in the floor at this rate,â Dick tells him, a gentle hand on his shoulder nudging him towards a seat.
Tim groans and throws himself into it like a puppet with his strings cut.
âWell he's definitely a meta,â he grumbles. âI never actually laid eyes on him. Wouldn't have even known he was there if he hadn't gotten ghost busted.â
âGhost busted?â Jason asks, eyebrows raised. Tim huffs out a reluctant laugh, because in retrospect that part was pretty funny.
âHis fucking phone went off. All of a sudden the empty air next to me was blasting the Ghostbusters theme song and an invisible man was swearing like a sailor until it cut out.â
Stephanie blows a raspberry in the start of a laughing fit, and suddenly the whole cave is echoing with mirth. It lifts Tim's spirits a little, makes him laugh too.
He means, come on. That has to be the new record for the funniest botched stealth mission, a position previously held by Damian when a stray dog outed him because it smelled the treats he keeps in his utility belt.
The shade of red the demon brat's face was when he had to explain why the mission went sideways was fucking glorious.
âSo you've confirmed that we're dealing with a male meta?â
Speaking of the brat.
âSounded male, and he at least has invisibility and density shifting,â Tim confirms.
âDensity shifting?â Bruce prompts.
âYeah. After the phone went off I couldn't see him but I was trying to figure out where he was. Then the lockbox disappeared too - he can transfer the invisibility through touch, apparently.â
âHuh. Haven't seen that before,â Duke comments.
âMe neither. But I made an educated guess at where I thought he was and grabbed his arm. Had a damn good grip, and then he justâŚwent through me. Like I literally felt something pass through my hand all cold and tingly and suddenly I wasn't holding anything anymore.â
Jason snorts. âBet that was a kick in the nuts, huh.â
âCome on, Little Wing,â Dick scolds half heartedly. âBe nice.â
Jason rolls his eyes.
âYou said âat leastâ,â Bruce says, brow furrowed. âYou suspect he has other powers too?â
Tim purses his lips. âI can't be sure, considering I couldn't see him, butâŚI think he probably has flight too.â
âFlight?â Dick says, furrowing his brow. He crosses his arms and shakes his head, looking both thoughtful and troubled. âNo, that's not possible.â
Tim blinks. âWhat? Why not?â
Dick âBe Nice, Little Wingâ Grayson looks him dead in the eyes and says, âBecause according to all known laws of aviation-â
âYou-!â
The cave is filled with laughter again, Jason throwing his head back and cackling in a way that's particularly irksome. Tim reaches over and shoves at his boots while he's tipping his chair back and sends him toppling to the floor.
Jason flails and fails to save himself, rolling back to his feet and spitting curses with a hint of green to his eyes. Tim freezes at the sight of it.
It's not that he's scared. He and Jason have come a long way, and everyone knows by now what amount of green is actually dangerous. Jason's nowhere near actually losing it right now, he's just annoyed.
What makes Tim freeze is-
âHe's been exposed to the Pits.â
Everyone pauses, confused. Jason blinks at him. âUhâŚyeah, fucking duh?â
âNo,â Tim shakes his head. âNo, not you. The Engineer.���
Suddenly there's no laughter anymore. Everyone has gone tense and alarmed.
âTim?â Bruce prompts lowly.
âI did see part of him,â Tim murmurs lowly, realizing it himself for the first time. âWhen I grabbed him, there were two bright lights for a second or two before they faded. God, I should have realized- it was his eyes. Like Christmas lights, bright Lazarus green."
Masterpost
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Too hot to handle: Jason Todd x reader
SMUT MDNI!
As usual sorry for all the typos, grammar mistakes etc. I really had to post it XD
***
Y/N was fuming.
For no reason at all, falling down the internet hole, she found herself on some stupid forum for stupid horny women who couldn't keep it in their pants.
Clearly those bitches were getting hot and bothered for Red Hood, shamelessly sharing their dirty thoughts and comments on some parts of his body and the things he'd let him do if--
Fuck.
She could have Tim or Babs trace their IP addresses in a second and could pay them a visit of a very possessive, angered and super jealous girlfriend.
Her hands were almost itching to write a few spicy comments herself, spilling the beans of whose body Red Hood was touching almost every night. Whose lips he was devouring. Whose most sensitive parts he was tasting with his tongue, begging for as much as a drop of sweetness. Whose moans and gasps he got to hear, whose voice was his drug, whose curves he was worshiping on his knees.
Obviously, she couldn't do that, but the thought of Jason's muscled body on top of her, his hands tracing her skin and joining her in the intimate dance had a side effect seeping through her panties.Â
She needed him.Â
With the need that could not be satisfied with her fingers or even the toys she had stacked safely in the locked bottom drawer.
Jason ...
Come home...
Can't you sense how much I want you now...
She almost prayed to the moon on the sky to bring her lover back to her.Â
***
That little tingling on his skin was something new and as much as he hated to put the thought into words, it was like a spider-sense. The one of Y/Nâs second favorite self-appointed hero â spiderman.
Y/nâŚ
Was that feeling because she was in danger?
Did someone hurt her? Did anyone dare lay a finger on his precious girl?
Jason gritted his teeth, clenching fists, anger at a purely potential enemy flooded his brain.
It was a quiet night either way, giving him a perfect opportunity to take a quick detour and check on his angel. Just a look and assurance that she was safe, to help him keep going and push him through all the shit and doubts.
Y/nâŚ.
***
He did not expect her to sit in front of Netflix at 2 am. She had work in the morning so why on earth was she watching the series?
âHey!â he called, probably a little bit too loud, causing her to jump on the couch and almost drop the mug. âSorryâŚâ
âNext time give me a heads up, will you?â she muttered with a pout.
âUm- okay. Whatâs with the attitude?â
âNothing.â Y/N scoffed angrily, turning back to the TV.
âCan I please get my girlfriend back? You know, the other one? Nice and caring? The one who would ask me if Iâm hurt or maybe need patching or a post-patrol kiss?â Jason teased moving in front of the screen, successfully blocking it from her view. âWait⌠Y/N, are you watching âToo hot to handle?" His laugh filled the room, because honestly that might have been the funniest thing in the whole week. His serious, a bit reserved, goody-two-shoes girl had her eyes on the show about horny singles.
âShut upâŚâ
âOh, I will most definitely not shut up about it. Are you hinting at something, here? Cause you know, you donât need a show like this ifââ he switched a little, coming closer and leaning over her silhouette on the couch
âShut up, Jason!â
âWhoa!â his hands raised in feigned surrender âsomeoneâs feisty today, arenât you?â
âIâm not feisty. Iâm furious!â
âAt what?â
âGirls!â
âWait, what?â Jason frowned âI am confused.
âGirls! Women! The ones who are trying to bang and ââ
âI thought you liked banging?â he sent her a knowing smirk
âJason!â
 âCome on, sunshine, you cannot hide that blush.â He pointed out, brushing fingers over her reddened cheeks, raising her head so she had to look into his eyes âWhatâs gotten into you? Tell me the truth.â
âStupid internet.â
âMhm. Okay. Care to elaborate?â
âDid you know the girls are getting hot for the Red Hood on some stupid forum?â
âNope. Did not. But⌠did it make you jealous?â he smirked, expecting her to deny and squirm in embarrassment that he accused her of such low feelings.
âYeahâŚâ Much to his surprise, she decided to be honest. It truly was a strange night. âYeah, I was. Jealous and furious. Hence the âToo hot to handleâ marathon.â
âHm? Canât see the correlation.â
âItâs so shallow and selfish and mean, but â the show is so silly and most possibly fabricated. I may, or may not have been trying to diminish women who are openly hornyâŚ.?â Her voice became barely audible at the end, as if she was ashamed to admit her own .
âOh, you silly little one.â Jason laughed, pulling her onto his lap and brushing hair out of her forehead. âYou could have led with that.â His lips brushed over her forehead
âHm? What do you mean?â
âYou should have told me, that coming across girls leching over me-â
âOver Red Hood!â she interrupted and he only laughed again.
âOver meâ he underlined â- got your knickers in a twist.â
âIt did not!â
Great, now she was trying to deny it. Too bad it was too late and he was in the mood for the games anymore. He felt the need to assure her that she was the one, though also expressing appreciation for said open horniness and for a little bit of jealousy. It made his ego soar.
âDidnât it?â he teased, grabbing onto her waist and laying her on her back, hovering over her, moving fingers up her leg, until it reached the hem of her sleeping shorts. âMaybe I should check myself then?â
His hand brushed over the inside of her thigh, causing her to let out a sharp exhale.
âOh, right⌠My little minx is not wearing panties at all. So it seems like you have been telling the truth after all. You did not get them in a twistâŚâ
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her, a sudden sweet distraction allowing him to yank those silly little shorts down, exposing her want without any care in the world. Opening her legs and wrapping them on his waist, without breaking the kiss for even a second, Jason pressed his weight on her, distributing it evenly on his forearms, to not crash her.
âMmm. Tease.â
âAnd you love every second of it.â He smirked, grinding against her core, sacrificing his favorite tactical pants to her warmth and wetness. Not much of an exorbitant price for what was waiting at the finish line.
And even though it was just the beginning of the marathon, they were already gasping heavily, grasping onto each other, pulling each other closer and closer. She was so needy and he loved it. The more bothered she was, the easier it got for him to end on the winnerâs podium. His cock was hardening by a second, making it almost painful to be kept in the pants, but he was holding back.
âJasonâŚâ she moaned, reaching down his torso, sneaking hand under the waistband.
âNot yet, baby.â All she got in return was her hands pinned above her head in a very vulnerable position, completely at his mercy. And to add to it all, Jason lips attached to her pulse point, sucking the sensitive skin, making sure to leave a dark purple hickey. The one she wouldnât be able to cover easily. âNot yetâŚâ the grip on her wrists faltered for a second, but not enough to allow her to break free.
Jason was skillful and knew exactly what he was doing. Feeding her with the false hope of freedom only for a second, only to grab her hands in one hand, using the other to roll her sleeping shirt up, exposing her breasts, but not taking it off fully.
âHello, loveliesâŚâ he muttered, before diving between her tits, getting the arching back and multiple sounds of pleasure in return. âYeah⌠keep those sounds coming, babyâŚâ
His lips traced a scorching path down her cleavage, making her want skyrocket, smirking upon the feeling of her legs tightening on his waist and her hips grinding against her jeans.
âNot yet.â He commanded again, pressing her back flat onto the couch. âNot yetâŚâ his eyes flashed with something primal and animalistic. There was something devilishly turning on with having her naked under him, while he didnât shed a single piece of clothing. And he was going to exploit that opportunity to the maximum.
With a quiet laugh that sounded almost sinful, Jason bent down and traced tongue over the flesh of her soft, warm breast, purposefully avoiding the little pink button that was begging for his attention. Yes, his ego was skyrocketing upon hearing her cries of pleasure and broken gasps of his name on her swollen lips, followed by the flexing of her body against his touch.
Yes, he might have been acting a little dominant, but they both knew it was not going to go on forever.Â
Deep inside Jason was sweet and romantic, definitely putting soft, tender lovemaking over hard and rough sex.
And really, it didnât take him long to give in to her pleadings and entreaties, moving lips to her nipple, sucking and biting on it gently.
âOh yes!â she cried out, closing her eyes and from that moment things started taking on the pace. Jason groaned from the sensation of her breast in his mouth, letting go of her wrists, allowing her hands to tangle in his hair, only adding to the feelings burning inside his chest and groin. Abandoning lavishing attention on her chest, he guided her hands to the hem of his shirt and with interlaced fingers and eyes never faltering from each otherâs face they pulled it over his head, exposing his toned upper body, covered with fresh bruises and cuts.
âSo you are hurtâŚâ she whispered, touching the pads of her fingers to the newest purple mark on his pec.
âI didnât noticeâŚâ his voice was deep, calming and full of adoration âAll I notice right now is youâŚâ he grabbed her hand pressing it to his lips, kissing all over her knuckles.
âThen come feel me tooâŚâ she moved upwards, pressing her lips to his, wanting to feel that chapped warmth on hers. And once their mouths met it was a sensation incomparable with anything else. Ironically (or not) making out like this, with their entwined bodies, separated only by the material of his pants, slowly, tenderly, focused only on each other, leaving the whole world behind was turning her on more than actual penetration.
Which did not mean she didnât want to go all the way.
âIs it time yet?â she whispered, with a little bit of teasing in her voice, breaking the kiss only for a second.
âYou are ruining the moment, sunshine.â He chuckled, tracing kisses up her cheek, all the way to her ear, softly biting on her earlobe, causing more tickling than actual pain. Y/N responded with a little chuckle as well, cupping his cheek, bringing his lips back to hers once more. Without breaking the making out for even one second, Y/N removed his belt and undid the button on his pants. Then, with a few kicks and swings of legs, they managed to set him free from his confines, finally feeling each other from head to toe.
âHowâs your jealousy doing nowâŚ?â he teased, guiding himself to her entrance, grabbing onto her waist, rolling his fingers in tiny circles on her sensitive skin.
âWhoâs ruining the moment now?â
âNo idea. Who?â he chuckled. It was so good being with her like this. In the moment of intimacy, that was meaningful but deprived of the seriousness that could ruin the tenderness. Perfect mix of softness and love, seasoned with a bit of well balanced humor and sarcasm that bonded them in the first place. âYou ready for me, baby?â
âSo ready.â She smiled, shifting and squirming to allow him to slide inside better and maximize the pleasure of unity for them both.
âMh. Hello thereâŚâ he smirked and without missing a bit started to move inside her. Slowly, but intensely. Building up and drawing the tension. Moving hands on her body in time with the thrusts, fueling the fire that was meant to warm but not burn. âIs this what you wanted?â he looked at her face searching for the answers behind those e/c eyes, filled with longing and devotion. Â
âYeah⌠Good thing you helped me realize what it was that I wantedâŚâ she started matching his movements, kissing him again.
The tension between their bodies was building slowly and steadily. There was no rush. They had all the time in the world, that suddenly shrunk to only them two.
Jason and Y/n.
Y/n and Jason.
Together.
Connecting seamlessly, with bodies joined and heart beating only for one another. Creating their own bubble of beauty and wonder in the darkness and danger of Gotham.
âI love youâŚâ he muttered, leaning forehead on hers, needing to say those words before everything turn into the blur and haze due to the slowly approaching tidal wave of climax.
âI love youâŚâ she responded, feeling the exact same need, knowing well enough that those three little words exchanged before the post-bliss was far more meaningful and far more true.
***
âHowâs the hate on horny women doing now?â he muttered against her hair, some time later. It could have been minutes as well as hours cause once they busted the pleasure door open time suddenly became relative and meaningless.
âHm? What women? Wait a second. Are you really trying to tell me there are other women somewhere?â she looked at him with a tease, raising an eyebrow playfully. âI am fairly convinced there are only you and me. No other men or women anywhere.â
âHm⌠What Iâm hearing is that Iâm the only guy in the world for you?â
âIt depends onââ
âBecause sure as hell you are the only woman for me.â He added quickly, knowing what her condition was. âAnd no silly internet forum or contestant of so-called hot, naughty Netflix show could change it.â
âYou got soft, Red Hood.â She smiled, nuzzling into his chest and placing a little kiss on his chest, close to his heart
âI can be hard when it counts, though.â His heart picked up the pace as her lips touched his skin âHonestly I can be anything you may need from me.â
âHow about we both stay ourselves?â
âWorks for me.â
Jason's arms wrapped around her pulling her to his chest for more and more aftercare and cuddles. It was a quiet night after all and he could indulge in some time with his beloved Y/N.
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Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly
Previous - Part 9 - Next
You banged on the door of the room where that man was locked up, waking him up abruptly.
"Let's talk"
Jimmy: "I thought visiting hours were over."
He complained, turning around to turn his back to the door.
"Don't try to be funny with me, Jimmy. What the hell did we do to deserve so much hate from you?"
Jimmy: "Don't play innocent, you know very well what you did!"
"Honestly, I have no idea! That's why I'm asking you!"
Jimmy: "Of course, because I was always the shadow of your dear husband. You never turned to look at me again after you got with him, you never smiled at me like you did with him, you didn't even speak to me. It was as if I were invisible to you!"
"Oh, of course I was looking at you!"
Jimmy: "Then why didn't you ever tell me anything?!"
He shouted that, getting up from his bed to head towards the glass that separated them, watching your face to see you when you replied.
"BECAUSE I'VE ALWAYS HATED YOU!"
You screamed with all your lungs, to the point of making your throat hurt.
"You always brought trouble to Curly! He was always so naive, a sucker for approval, of being the good guy in the story, of not letting anyone down! That's why he never abandoned you! I knew better that's why i stopped talking with you! Because you were and are a piece of shit!"Â
Jimmy: "Oh, but you talk as if I were the only fucked up one in the story."
"Yes! I admit it! I was also a mess when I met Curly, but I did something, I was able to see beyond that mess I was, he showed me that I could improve, he gave me opportunities that I knew how to take advantage of and become a better person! In someone who could make his mother proud instead of making her cry because she didn't know if he was coming home or not!"
There was a silence when you finished saying that, until you saw him smirk, that reaction you didn't like at all.
Jimmy: "You're right, Curly loves to please, you should know that very well."
"Ugh, for the love of God, I don't know why I try to reason with you, it's impossible."
Jimmy: "But you were the only one who refused to give in to make me happy."
You opened your eyes wide upon hearing that, turning again to the man who still wore that smug smile.
Jimmy: "Just as beautiful and messed up as I am, I thought you would understand me, but then you became a good girl, yet I still hoped you would look at me..."
"Shut up-"
Jimmy: "Oh, and the damn way Curly talked about you, how incredible you are, so kind, hardworking, so beautiful."
"I tell you to shut up-"
Jimmy: "Those lovely moles in the center of your chest that look like a constellation"
"He wouldn't talk about those things with you!"
Jimmy: "I saw it myself"
You felt like you were going to puke at that moment, you didn't want to believe that he had really done something like that to you while you were unconscious, you didn't want your suspicions to be confirmed, you refused to believe it.
"Liar. Anya wouldn't leave me alone, she would lock the nursery door-"Â
Jimmy: "Yes, yes, she did that, it was a pain in the ass. Every night when she went to sleep, she locked the nursery with that code that only Curly and she knew... But that place wasn't closed while someone was inside."
"She wouldn't let you get close to me!"
Jimmy: "They were so sweet, Anya staying by your side saying she had to make sure all your signs were okay, and when she left, she would ask Swansea if he could keep an eye on you. But he was so depressed that he didn't dare to stay with you for long, so... I took his place to make sure you were okay."
"In front of Curly..."
You murmured at having to imagine the scene your husband had to witness without being able to do anything about it other than watch.
Jimmy: "That was the funniest thing"
You hugged tightly, feeling a horrible tingling all over your body, as if you were dirty.
Jimmy: "Swansea had no idea about anything, Anya didn't want to talk about it with anyone else. Thanks to her silence, I was able to finally look at that body that you always hide from me, thanks to Swansea's stupidity and feeling sad for his little captain, feeling all guilty and shit."
Swansea: "What did he just say..."Â
You turned to see Swansea at the end of the hallway, carrying Jimmy's rations, holding an axe firmly in the other hand; he had managed to hear everything.
"Swansea-"
Swansea: "Open the door, captain"
"Listen - it's not worth it, do you have any idea what they'll do to you if they find out you hurt someone from the crew? Please, I don't want them to lock you up."Â
You said immediately, positioning yourself in front of him, trying to get him to see you, but his eyes were glued to the door where he could see Jimmy's face.
Swansea: "How are they going to know? Let's say it was an accident. Open the door!"
You wanted to keep reasoning with him, but you couldn't deny that you also wished he would face consequences for his actions.
You took the axe from his hands, making him look at you annoyed.
"I won't take the risk of you killing him."
Those were your last words before opening the door, Swansea didn't take much more than a few seconds to fully open the door, step inside, and throw himself at Jimmy.
You could hear the sound of the blows, the insults, and the screams.
You stood at the door wide open, axe in hand, watching as the blood spread across the floor with each blow Swansea dealt.
You watched Jimmy and tilted your head, waiting for him to defend himself.
You wouldn't hesitate to cut off his hands if he touched Swansea.
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Maybe itâs just me but there is something about knowing a man touches himself thinking about you. That just makes me feral. Or when they wake up with a mess to clean from a wet dream? My pupils morph into hearts. I swear.
whatâs even hotter is when they meet up with you afterwards and act all awkward and weird around you because theyâre trying to appear like they didnât just bust the fattest nut to the thought of you writhing underneath them.
like, you go get a cup of coffee or something together and heâs looking at you across the table, just chatting, and all of a sudden thereâs an image of what he thinks your face might look like when heâd press inside you flashing right before his eyes.
he can instantly feel his cock start to twitch in his pants, his jaw clenching hard as he fights the urge to place his palm over it in order to hide it. so heâs all nervous and jumpy and tense around you all of a sudden; stuttering on his words, seemingly lost, but the funniest part is that the moment he comes back home, heâs gonna stroke one out with you on his mind all over again. his friend.
maybe heâll even fantasize about taking the exact same clothes off that you had on that day to make the fantasy appear even more ârealâ. maybe instead of going your separate ways, heâll picture you sitting inside his car for a little while longer so that you can kiss him and run your hand along his thigh. maybe you invite him inside your home not just to hang out, but to let him fuck the shit out of you; right there on the floor of your hallway because you couldnât even make it to the bed. those types of scenarios.
the more he sees you, the more he hangs out with you, the needier he gets. itâs even gotten so bad that if you just so happen to call him while heâs stroking himself, he just doesnât stop â he canât stop. fucking his fist while actually being able to hear you feels so good. itâs almost like youâre there with him, watching him push his shirt up so that his stomach is exposed while he keeps on bucking his hips up into his hand.
so instead, heâs trying to appear normal over the phone, edging himself over the sound of your voice; body coated with sweat, burning so hot, voice deep because of the lust to riddle it. every time he hears you say his name as you make conversation, he sounds more breathless. more lewd.
and thatâs when you realize whatâs actually happening. or when you at least get a hunch for it.
what are you gonna do about it, though?
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âż It's The Little Things âż
A/N: My first time writing! Admittedly I'm very nervous, but also so excited!! Kept it simple with a small headcanon list to start, but I tried to write a decent amount for each point, and I hope that everyone is in character :0 Posting at 4am because I have no control over my life...
Summary: Little relationship things with the Strawhats. Can be interpreted as the anime/manga or the live action version of the character.
Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji
Content: SFW, G/N reader, slightest hint of angst in Sanji's part, but otherwise, pure unadulterated fluff! âż
(Part 2 - Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk) (Part 3 - Franky, Robin, Law, Kid, Killer) (Part 4 - Crocodile, Rosinante/Corazon, Doflamingo)
Luffy
âż He absentmindedly draws shapes on your leg, back, or whatever part of you is there as you sit together, whether you are watching the waves, or listening to one of Usopp's stories. He is almost magnetic in the way he ends up attached to you. If you're not feeling it, he will do his best to keep his hands to himself, but as soon as his focus shifts onto anything else, they're back on you, drawing little clouds and hearts. He tried, he really did!
âż This bottomless pit inhales food like it's going out of fashion, but, much to the bewilderment of the rest of the crew, he will actually feed you from his plate as he eats, even though you are eating your own food. It may be a case of "1 for you, 5 for me," but it's almost instinctive for him; he's sharing something he's passionate about with you, and making sure that, in his eyes, you are happy, healthy and strong. He values your wellbeing more than food; you are one of the most important things in his life.
âż Despite how chaotic he is in every aspect of his life, his presence brings you to a state of complete peace, even when he's yelling about whatever currently has his attention. Just knowing he is there comforts you in a way that nothing, and no one else can. As long as Luffy is there, being the same old Luffy he always is, you know everything will be alright in the end, and if it isn't alright, well, it isn't the end yet.
Zoro
âż He always places a comforting hand on your head when he passes by, or ends up in the same general space as you. It's his version of a hug, a reassuring touch that he is there, and that he's happy to see you. Zoro is very subtle with his affection, at least in public, but even when it's just the two of you, he automatically defaults to the head pat. It comforts him as much as it does you, and the simple action alone conveys his feelings far better than he ever could with words.
âż You both love silently observing everything going on around you, and it's such a comfortable silence. You just enjoy each others company while watching the world go by, with Zoro also keeping an eye out for any threats, as he does. Sometimes you end up passing silent judgement on what you see, and you have both developed this uncanny ability to gossip without saying a single word. It's honestly unnerving at times, but you are just so familiar with each others micro-expressions that it's second nature.
âż Insults are terms of endearment. If anyone else called either of you such things, all hell would break loose - swords drawn, blood spilt, bodies hit the floor, the whole song and dance. It actually started out as a form of deflection, with both of you being far too stubborn to admit any feelings were there, even to yourselves; "No, I don't like you, shitstain, I tolerate you." - "Whatever helps you sleep at night, arseface." As you connected though, it just became your thing, and you love seeing who can come up with the funniest insults. Zoro is surprisingly creative in this regard.
Nami
âż Nami has a habit of fixing your clothes and hair if something is out of place. It can seem overbearing to others, but she knows you appreciate the gesture. She spent years putting up walls to defend herself, and this is a safe way for her to have a little moment alone with you, giving you gentle little touches without revealing to the world just how important you are to her. It is a very grounding experience for both of you, and you end up doing the same for her on the rare occasion that she isn't completely flawless. She may purposely put things out of place so you have the opportunity to fix something too.
âż She has an eye for the finer things, and loves getting you little trinkets, and especially pieces of jewellery, which often match or pair with hers, like pendants that fit together to make a whole shape, and such. Just don't ask her where she got them; "Shhh, you don't need to worry about that." All that matters is that you now have a tangible connection to each other, no matter how close, or far apart you are.
âż Another person who relishes in comfortable silence. Of course you love chatting with each other, and often do so later into the night than you intended. Nami is very quick-witted and your shared snark is always so enjoyable! But it's the moments when you are doing your own thing together, basking in the warmth of that closeness that brings the most joy. Every so often, you will share something interesting or amusing, depending on what you're doing, but you always return to that silence. It's very domestic.
Usopp
âż You both end up in regular fits of giggles, that grow into raucous laughter, before devolving into the sounds of various suffocating wildlife, which only fuels the hilarious fire. He doesn't even have to say anything at times; he just has a look, and as soon as he catches your eye with it, you absolutely lose it. The amount of nonsensical inside jokes you have is absurd in itself.
âż Ever the storyteller, Usopp will wind down the day with you relaxing under the stars, telling you fantastical stories about the impossible feats of the great 'Captain Usopp.' His creativity and imagination are something you greatly admire, and as much as you try to stay awake to appreciate those qualities, the comfort he brings has you dropping off every time. He'll carry you to bed most nights, but sometimes he can only manage to drag you around like a corpse he's trying to hide, and he'll end up waking you up laughing about it.
âż You automatically link your little fingers whenever you are close enough to. It doesn't even register half of the time, only realising when you need that hand or try to go your separate ways. When this happens, providing there isn't anything that needs your urgent attention, you like to dramatize your parting, playing up that this is the most painful moment of your lives! "Don't you dare let go, Usopp! We can both make it out of this alive!" - "I'm so sorry, I can't hold on any longer, and I refuse to drag you down with me." - "No! Don't say that!" - "I love you so much, but you need to let me go..." Leading to you unlinking your fingers, and exaggerated fake cries of anguish. It annoys everyone around you immensely.
Sanji
âż You shamelessly flirt with each other, making everyone around you uncomfortable, groaning at how painful it is. You weren't together when you started playing this romantic game of chicken, giving back everything Sanji threw at you, and then some, but once you figured your feelings out, you actually developed it into a legitimate game where you attempt to be as sickening and obnoxious as possible. If there is no one grimacing, angrily telling you both to pack it in, or simply leaving the room; you aren't flirting enough. There is a points system, and you're currently in the lead. Sanji ends up caving over the things you say, and his brain loses the ability to form words, let alone string them together in a coherent sentence.
âż Sanji always leaves a drink and a bite to eat for you to wake up to, since he isn't there in person, having to wake up much earlier to prepare the food for the day. Growing up in a restaurant, early starts are just part of his natural rhythm, so it doesn't bother him, but sometimes you try to wake up with him to at least watch the sunrise together, before going back to bed for a couple more hours. He cherishes those mornings, and there is always an extra spring in his step on those days.
âż He takes every opportunity he can to share a glance and a warm smile, a gentle touch of your hands, or a chaste kiss with you. They are agonisingly brief moments, but Sanji needs them to get him through the day, otherwise he would just cling to you, and neither of you would get anything done! Unknown to you, these moments are also his way of reminding himself that you chose him over everyone else, that he is loved unconditionally, and that he is enough, without having to, in his opinion, burden you with his insecurities. He'll open up to you one day, and you will be able to give him verbal affirmations along with everything else~
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Both the parts for people finding out we're dating the characters are so good! Can I please request you to include Wriothesley in the next part if you're writing it?
how people find out youâre dating them
Wriothesley, Capitano
Wriothesley
ONCE AGAIN THESE GODDAMN MELUSINES
Most specifically SIGEWINNE.
sheâs such a cutie patootie. you just wanna eat her up whenever you see her! Sigewinne, the adorableness she is, is not the smartest.
Whenever you come down so often to come visit Wriothesely, she comments on how you are such a good friend to always keep him company! and you just canât bear to explain to her that is not the case!
This goes on for A MONTH. A GODDAMN MONTH and she has not figured it out.
Even when she bursts into his office to find you maybe massaging his back, arms, hugging him, holding him- she is completely OBLIVIOUS to the point Wriothesly wants to test out kissing you in front of her.
However, her obliviousness comes to a stop one day and for the stupidest yet funniest reason;
Heâs not drinking his tea.
Sheâs shocked. Like jaw dropped, absolutely still shocked. Sheâs constantly trying to get him to drink or EAT anything other than tea so when she sees him with a MILKSHAKE?! A FUCKING MILKSHAKE.
Sheâs ready to lose her shit.â¨and then she sees YOU with the opposite flavour milkshake and she immediately knows and screams it out for the ENTIRE prison to hear.
A prisoner comes in injured; âHave you heard Wriothesly and Y/N are together?!â
On her next vacation, sheâs running to Neuvillette, Furina, Clorinde- EVERYONE.
Well, it was a month of peace.
Capitano
Itâs funny because he genuinely isnât even trying to hide it from the Harbingers.
He doesnât not tell them because heâs worried for your safety- heâs the fourth fucking harbinger he will GLADLY beat anyoneâs ass for you even if it means itâs his own coworkers.
The man just doesnât talk. Thatâs literally why no one knows. Like yeah, heâll murmur a few words every now and then but like, he doesnât see a reason in bringing something up if someone doesnât mention anything related so he stays quiet.
He does talk a bit more though, and heâs willing to actually sit with the harbingers whenever they sometimes hang out.
Itâs weirding them out.
The weirdest thing though,
WEIRDEST.
Is when he speaks to Childe.
Even Childe is absolutely shocked- like what do you mean the guy heâs been like practically simping over fight wise is actually soeaking to him?!?!!!
They have to ask Pierro if heâs sick, and even Pierro doesnât know and Pierro is the ONLY one capitano talks.
They literally find out from YOU.
You walked into the castle once, being escorted by a guard who is quick to leave once heâs finally let you reach the insides of the castle.
âSorry to disturb,â You spoke nervously, somehow ending up in some sort of lounge room with the Harbingers. âIâve brought lunch for myâŚboyfriend? Uh, Capitano? Do you know where I could find him?â
âYeah, down the hall, first room on the left.â Arlecchino murmurs, reading through the latest Snezhnaya newspapers.
You smile at her, although she doesnât see and everyone just returns back to normal.
Until they all realize WHO the hell are you and BOYFRIEND?!?
They all give each other a look before they are RUNNING to you, ready to ask questions and capitano is shocked when suddenly all the Harbingers are in his office and he knew he wouldnât be able to stop them from questioning you on everything.
He likes the way you laugh at them all- itâs cute. He should bring you more often.
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chapter (1) â rumours.
GENRE: alternate universe - actors/celeb au!
WARNING/S: not safe for work (nsfw), r-18 and above, singers au!, romance, fluff, minor angst, slow burn, humour, slice of life, will they won't they, light-hearted, flirting, playful, possessiveness, teasing, explicit content, possible, kissing, sexual content, innuendos, drama, feels, hurt/comfort, falling in love, love, happy ending, actor/singer! sukuna, actress/celeb! reader;
WORD COUNT: 3k words.
NOTE: this was a request by a good friend of mine here, midnight-138; honestly, this was fun to write but i realized it wasn't going to be fun without a series happening. since jjk ended, i like to think its just a tv show with actors and everything. anyway!!! enjoy it!!!
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hey lover! series
SOMEHOW, ITS VERY COMMON TO HEAR YOUR NAME IN ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING. Headlines are always buzzing about your on-screen chemistry with your beloved co-star Ryomen Sukuna in Jujutsu Kaisen.
The two of you are practically inseparable on set, sharing private jokes and glances that fans swear could only belong to people who are more than just co-stars. Every Instagram post and tag, every red-carpet, every bit of interaction sends social media into a frenzy.
A blurry paparazzi photo of the two of you leaving a restaurant together? Uproar. Sukunaâs hand on your back at a press event? Uproar. Matching accessories spotted in your latest selfies? Uproar.
Fans dissect every interaction, convinced that something more than friendship is brewing. Because why wouldn't they? Everything felt like a clue. Everythjng felt like it was a mystery that needed to be solved when it comes to you two.
But the worst part about it is that you and Sukuna remain silent. Neither confirming nor denying anything. When asked about your relationship during interviews, you both just smileâmaybe even exchange a playful look, adding fuel to the fire.
You leave fans in a constant state of guessing, teasing them with cryptic posts that seem like inside jokes only the two of you could understand.
In the quiet privacy behind the cameras, though, whether thereâs truth to the rumors or not is a secret only you and Sukuna hold close. And maybe thatâs part of what keeps everyone so hooked.
As social media explodes with theories, fans take it upon themselves to become full-time detectives. Suddenly, every frame from behind-the-scenes footage becomes evidence.
"Did you see the way Sukuna passed her the water bottle? Thatâs definitely a boyfriend move." People zoom in on grainy images like they're solving a mystery for the FBI.
A single, innocent tweet of yours like, "Had sushi today!!! đŁđĽ˘" is met with immediate chaos:
"GUYS, DIDNâT SUKUNA POST A PICTURE OF CHOPSTICKS TWO DAYS AGO?? THEYâRE EATING TOGETHER, CONFIRMED!!"
"Sukuna wears black, sheâs wearing black. THEYâRE MATCHING."
"Doesn't she live in the East Side and Sukuna has a shoot in New York too? I bet he slept at her place, that's why they're together!"
You can't even breathe without someone connecting it back to Sukuna. Once, you posted a picture of your mother's cat, and someone commented, "Wait, Sukuna said in an interview last year that he likes cats. Coincidence?? I THINK NOT."
And the funniest part? You and Sukuna seem to be in on the joke. And still, STILL, not confirm anything. Not one thing. NEVER.
At every red carpet event, you both manage to âaccidentallyâ coordinate outfits or just happen to walk into the venue within seconds of each other. On set, you pass him your coffee to share and the fandom collectively loses its mind. Yet, in interviews, your answers remain as vague as ever:
âSo, thereâs been a lot of talk about you and Sukuna. Are you two seeing each other?â The interviewer asks you, a certain mischief in his eye.
You looked at Sukuna, who raises a teasing brow. âWe see each other every day on set, yeah.â
Sukuna grins back at you. âSometimes even during lunch. At your trailer."
"Well, depends on the day." You added, grinning back. "I mean, sometimes we get messy in there so...."
Your fandoms spirals further.
Of course, fans donât stop. A blurry photo surfaces of someone who might be you two walking through a park, closely packed together in a very close skinship The comments section erupts:
"THATâS THEM. SUKUNA POSTED A PICTURE OF THOSE BENCHES A WHILE AGO!!!"
"No way, that could be anyone!"
"Look at the way they walk. Thatâs dating posture."
"Dude, it's just two blobs in a park."
"Only their blobs could look that in love."
Eventually, the theories get so wild, people start making compilation videos of âproof.â You sit back, watching them, popcorn in hand, thinking, They really think theyâve got us figured out.
But until the day you decide to spill the beansâor notâthe internet will just have to keep guessing. And you and Sukuna? Youâre having way too much fun letting them.
One day, you both find yourselves in a meeting with the producers, and the topic of fan theories comes up. Theyâre considering incorporating some of the drama into the show. With how your characters are, it was very easy to just make it happen.
âYou guys are basically a couple already in their eyes. Why not lean into it?â one of the producers suggests, chuckling.
Sukuna leans back, a mischievous glint in his eye. âSo, what youâre saying is we should start holding hands on screen? I mean, don't we do that already?"
You canât help but laugh. âi mean that depends, you know? Only if we get matching outfits. Iâm not going out there without a coordinated look.â
The producers are writing down ideas, completely serious. âWe could do a whole segment on you two fighting each other and you know......sexual tension. Very exciting.â
"We already have that anyway." Sukuna snickers back at the producer. He looks at you. "I mean......have you seen how we get down?"
"Yeah, we don't need anything to be scripted." You grinned back at Sukuna before standing up, walking towards him and placing a kiss on his cheek. "I have to go sit at the make up chair first. Bye!"
In that moment, even Jujutsu Kaisen's producers weren't sure. Are you guys datng or not?
And Ryomen Sukuna refused to say anything. He merely smiled. Proudly.
Later, during a shooting break, you and Sukuna canât stop giggling about it. âIf we did that, the fandom and our fans would explode.â you say, shaking your head. âWeâd really end up causing a generational fall out."
Sukuna smirks, âLet them have their fun. Iâm sure they're enjoying how we have fun too."
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PROMO SEASON CAME AROUND FAST. And even during this time, you and Sukuna were never escaping the allegations. At one of the major press eventa later that month, you both decide to play with fire once again. Once more, rumors were little but they burnt like wildfire.
At exactly 9:00 am, you had to be there in the agency building to get ready. You show up wearing a shirt with a giant cartoon cat on it, and since Sukuna and you have the same agency, when Sukuna arrives, heâs wearing a matching shirt with a dog. The cameras flash, and you both strike a pose, arms crossed, looking like a bizarre couple straight out of a sitcom.
The internet goes wild.
âARE THEY ADOPTING A PET TOGETHER?!â
In the frenzy, you hear someone yell, âWhatâs the catâs name?â
You look at Sukuna, who gives a dramatic sigh. He snickers. âGuess we'll have to say something about our pet, darling.â
You both exchange a look, trying to suppress your laughter. âOh, but don't we already have Noodle?â you suggest.
"We do.â he replies back, mischief in his eyes. âBut only make sure you only feed him on your side of the bed.â
The whole thing spirals into a hilarious Twitter thread: âSukuna and (Y/N) are definitely getting married and adopting a cat named Noodle.â
This entire thing creates media frenzy. Because what do you mean there's a marriage? And not to mention, a cat? That makes it even more serious!
The following week, youâre both asked to do a Q&A session with fans at a media event.
The moment someone asks, âSo, is Noodle a real cat?â you both exchange a look, then burst out laughing.
âListen, Noodle is a very busy cat.â you respond, trying to keep a straight face. âHeâs got modeling gigs and a busy social life. And very busy building his collection of balls. Heâs basically the star of our lives.â
Sukuna adds looking at you. âYeah, heâs too good for us. He's definifely giving us a run for our money in acting. Oh, if you can visit our house and see his acting chops! He'd replace me as Sukuna!"
By now, the memes have taken over. âNoodle the cat is the real star of Jujutsu Kaisenâ trends on Twitter, complete with fan art and even a fake merchandise line.
Every time you and Sukuna scroll through the latest memes together, it feels more like youâre in a sitcom than reality.
And it happened again when you both came live on Instagram after a long shoot together. You were eating convenience store ramen together.Â
âWe should probably just embrace the whole âcat dadâ angle for you, bub.â you suggest one evening while going through a particularly funny thread.
âOnly if youâre down to play the role of the supportive girlfriend.â he teases.
âIâd do it for Noodle!â you laugh.
At the end of the day, the speculation continues, but now, it feels like a shared inside joke. And who knows? Maybe thereâs a little truth buried in the fun.
Until then, you and Sukuna are happy to keep the mystery alive, letting the fans run wild with their theories while you enjoy the antics of being in the spotlight together. And just be together.
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YOU DON'T LIKE PRESS TOURS. Because they get longer and longer the more you're in them. But it's part of your job and you can't ignore it.
As the promotional campaign for Jujutsu Kaisen heats up, the marketing team decides to do a special segment where you and Sukuna read some of the most outrageous thirst tweets from fans live on social media.
You both gather in a cozy studio set, a couple of drinks in hand, ready to dive into the wild world of fandom obsession.
The camera rolls, and the host introduces the segment with a laugh. âToday, we have two of the hottest stars from Jujutsu Kaisen! Letâs see what the fans are saying about them.â
The first tweet pops up on the screen:
âWhy do I want to fight Y/N just to get a date with Sukuna? Like.....Let me touch those pecs too, Y/N! #ThirstyForSukunaâ
You smirk and turn to Sukuna, raising an eyebrow. âLooks like I've got some competition, buddy. Who knew youâd be a heartthrob?â
Sukuna leans back, feigning nonchalance. âWhat can I say? Iâve got that bad-boy charm everyone just falls for, you know?"
The next tweet scrolls by:
âY/N could step on my neck and Iâd thank her for it. #JJKThirstâ
You nearly choke on your drink, laughing uncontrollably. âWow, Iâm basically a neck-stomping goddess now?â
Sukuna grins, âI might need to step up my game. Do I have to start practicing neck-stomping moves?â
You grinned. "Why not? We can start now, baby boy."
"Hang on, lemme kneel in front of you."
The host chuckles, and the viewers can feel the playful tension in the air. The next tweet appears:
âWhy is Y/N so cute? I just want to put her in my pocket and carry her around. #ProtectY/Nâ
You lean over and poke Sukuna playfully. âLooks like Iâm the cute one. What are you going to do about it?â
âPocket-sized? Iâm pretty sure I could lift you up and carry you around. Iâd be the pocket protector.â
The host raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the banter. âThis is some serious couple energy right here!â
More tweets flash on the screen, and theyâre getting wilder:
âIâd let Sukuna ruin my life and then ask for more. #JJKâ
âY/N and Sukuna need to date in real life. They have undeniable chemistry!â
You read that one aloud, rolling your eyes dramatically. âItâs not like we donât have undeniable chemistry, right? I mean, we just got it, you know?"
Sukuna leans closer, lowering his voice, âYouâre right. Itâs almost like weâre living in a rom-com, and Iâm just waiting for the big confession scene.â
The chat is blowing up, and you can see fans losing their minds over the playful flirting. Comments like, âTHEYâRE SO IN LOVE!â and âCAN THEY JUST DATE ALREADY?!â flood the screen.
Next up is a tweet that reads, âY/N can do no wrong. Iâd let do anything for my queen to step on me! #ThirstyForY/Nâ
You turn to Sukuna with a playful smirk. âLooks like I have my own little army. How do you feel about that?â
He leans back, crossing his arms. âIâm not worried. They can love you all they want, but whoâs the one sharing sushi with you?â
The two of you break into laughter as another tweet rolls in:
âOkay, but if you and Sukuna donât end up together by the end of JJK, Iâll riot.â
You look at Sukuna, eyes wide. âLooks like weâre starting a revolution!â
âRight? How about we take the revolution to the next level? You and I should go on a âdateâ for the cameras and really stir things up.â
âImagine the tweets! âThe romance is REAL!ââ you exclaim, giggling.
By the time the segment wraps up, fans are in a complete frenzy. The host turns to the camera, âYouâve seen the tweets, now letâs see what the fans will do with this energy. You guys are absolutely hilarious!â
As the cameras stop rolling, you and Sukuna lean back, grinning at each other. âYou know, I think we just made a lot of peopleâs dreams come true,â you say, still buzzing from the fun.
Sukuna winks. âJust wait until the next promo event. Weâll really give them something to talk about.â
With the buzz of excitement surrounding you both, the thrill of flirting, and the chaos of fandom, itâs clear that the jokes and playful banter only add fuel to the fire of the romance rumor mill, and youâre both having the time of your lives
As the promotional segment wraps up, you and Sukuna step off set, still riding the high from the chaotic energy of the livestream.
Fans are already trending the hashtag #YandSForever, and you canât help but pull out your phone to check the latest tweets.
âLook at this one, Su!â you say, reading aloud. âI need Y/N and Sukuna to take a coupleâs selfie like right now. Make it happen!â You smirk. âShould we make that a thing?â
Sukuna raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained. âA coupleâs selfie? What, are we going to match our outfits again?â
âAbsolutely! Letâs go full rom-com with hearts in the background.â You both burst into laughter, and he nudges you playfully.
âOkay, but only if we can throw Noodle into the picture for added cuteness.â he says, mock-serious. âCanât let my cat-dad image fade. After all, we have a three soul family!â
As youâre scrolling through the tweets, you come across one that reads, âIf Y/N and Sukuna were a snack, theyâd be the whole charcuterie boardâgorgeous, a little salty, and definitely irresistible.â
You snort, shaking your head. âOkay, thatâs actually pretty clever.â
âSalty, huh?â Sukuna leans in closer with a smirk, âYou think theyâre implying something about me?â
âOnly that youâre a snack, Sukuna.â You wink, enjoying the banter as you both stroll through the studioâs backlot.
Suddenly, someone yells, âHey! Are you two dating, or what?â Itâs one of the crew members, clearly getting in on the joke.
You both pause, exchanging a look. âWeâre.....interesting, right?â you say, nudging Sukuna.
He smirks, âYeah, just interesting. Especially together. Interesting together as we definitely share sushi and matching outfits.â
The crew member laughs, shaking his head. âYouâre both ridiculous. Just make it official already!â
You canât help but grin, feeling a mix of warmth and excitement at the thought. As you continue walking, you check your phone again and see another trending tweet:
âSukunaâs hand on Y/Nâs back at the premiere was a whole mood. Iâm not okay.â
âHey, I think we were just trying to navigate the crowd.â you say, laughing as you elbow Sukuna. âOr maybe I was just trying to keep you from tripping on your own ego.â
He feigns shock, placing a hand over his heart. âMy ego is as solid as my acting skills! But itâs nice to have someone as cute as you around to keep me grounded, darling."
Your cheeks flush at the compliment, and you decide to lean into it. âWell, Iâll just have to make sure to keep your ego in check. Maybe Iâll start charging a fee for my services.â
âOh? Whatâs the rate?â he asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
âA dinner date sounds fair. Noodle can join too!â
Just then, another crew member walks past, overhearing your banter. âWait, are you two actually going to have a date? Iâll start a betting pool.â
Sukuna leans in, whispering dramatically, âHow much are they betting on us? Better be big money we can share.â
You break into laughter again. âIâm betting theyâll think weâll end up together by the end of the season. Thatâs practically a guarantee.â
As you walk back to your trailer, you can see fans gathering outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of you both.
âLooks like weâve got an audience, Su!â you say, glancing at the growing crowd.
Sukuna gives you a sly smile. âLetâs give them a show.â
You both step out onto the steps of your trailer, and the fans cheer, holding up their phones to capture the moment. Sukuna eagerly wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as you both pose for a picture, flashing playful grins.
The fans go wild, shouting your names and yelling for you to kiss.
âMaybe next time, guys! I'm hungry!â you shout back, grinning. âTough luck but youâll have to settle for selfies!â
"Yeah, everyone!" Sukuna whispers, a sly smile on his face. "Can't let my darling be hungry now, can't I?"
You both pose for a few more pictures, enjoying the energy and excitement radiating from the crowd. As you glance at Sukuna, you canât help but feel a rush of adrenaline.
This might just be a fun little game for you both, but with every shared laugh and inside joke, the lines between friendship and something more seem to blur just a little more.
Later that evening, youâre scrolling through Twitter again, and the excitement of the day sinks in as you read the latest updates:
âIâm not saying Y/N and Sukuna are endgame, but⌠Iâm not NOT saying it either.â
âSomeone tell me how I can apply to be the third wheel on their sushi dates! #LifeGoalsâ
âCanât wait for the upcoming JJK season! Also, please, can they just kiss already?â
You smile, a mix of joy and mischief bubbling up inside you. With Sukuna by your side, the adventure has only just begun, and you canât wait to see where it all leads. After all, isn't that the fun?
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I love you and I hate it - part 2
Summary:Â After your fight with Bucky, you put all your efforts into avoiding him, convinced that your friendship is over. Bucky, however, has other plans.
Pairing:Â Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Warnings:Â Reader being dramatic. Angst. Language maybe. Minimal use of Y/N. Fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.
Word Count:Â 4.5K
A/N: I promise I didn't mean to make it this long, but I couldn't help myself, again, and I didn't want to end on another 'cliffhanger' so here it is! hope you like it!
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Bucky can't believe what he just heard... You like him?
No, you used the word âloveâ. You love him.
Do you love him?
Certainly, he wouldâve noticed if you did... Right? He is a trained assassin, he was taught how to see beyond peopleâs words and actions.
And he knows you, you can deny it all you want, but he knows you better than anyone. He knows you better than he knows himself.
And if heâs being honest, you know him better than anyone ever has, Steve included.
You feel safe, you feel calm. You feel like the peace heâs always wanted, the quiet he needs.
You feel like home. In a platonic way, of course.
Right?
His thoughts of you are interrupted by Sharonâs voice. He didnât even realize he was back at the party.
"Where did you go?" she asks and, suddenly, her grip on his arm was just a little too tight for his liking. But it was probably nothing.
"I went to check if Y/N was okay."
"Oh." something in her voice felt wrong, but Bucky tried to ignore it, that is until what she said next.
"Why would you even care about her? All she does is embarrass you like before. Sheâs useful to no one, I heard the only reason sheâs even on the team is because she slept her way to it." she laughed like it was the funniest thought in the world, and Bucky couldnât ignore it anymore.
Not only was she saying hurtful, untrue things about his girl, but she has the audacity to laugh at her own cruelty?
"How dare you?" he does his best not to yell, but his tone still startles Sharon. "Y/N is the best agent in all of Shield, thatâs why she got in the team! Sheâs not an embarrassment, sheâs a valued member of our family and sheâs my best friend! Of course I care about her, sheâs the most important person in my life! Donât ever talk about her that way again."
Sharon seems shocked at his words but, looking around, she realizes people are starting to stare so she tries her best to defuse the situation. "Alright, Iâm sorry, I wonât say things like that again. Letâs just calm down and have a nice rest of the evening, ok?"
In his head Bucky knew her request was reasonable, he could forget about this and keep having fun with his girlfriend. But in his heart he just knew he couldnât let it go.
The words were coming out of his mouth before he can stop them, not that he even wants to.
"You know what, Sharon? This isnât working. We have to break up." He doesnât even give her a chance to say anything before heâs turning around and making his way to his room.
Meanwhile, on the roof, Steveâs trying to talk you down the ledge. Metaphorically speaking, obviously.Â
"He hates me, Steve." you can't stop the tears.
"Stop saying that, sweetheart, he doesnât hate you."
"You saw what happened at the party, the way he looked at me. And he heard me say that I love him and walked away like it was nothing." You sniffle. "If he didnât hate me before, this certainly pushed him off the edge."
Steve has nothing to say to that, he knows Bucky doesn't hate you, but he also knows that youâre too stubborn to hear any reason, especially not right now when you're in the eye of the tornado and can't see a way out.
Right now you need a friend and shoulder to cry on, usually Bucky would take on that role, but, given the circumstances, Steve decides to step up and be that friend.
He wraps his arms around your crying body and holds you as you let it all out. Neither of you say anything else, the only sounds in the dark of the night being your sobs, until eventually you calm down and after a few moments of silence Steve glances down to see you fell asleep.Â
Not wanting to wake you he carefully picks you up and makes his way to the elevator.
When he gets to the floor you both reside in he finds Sam and Natasha chatting at the kitchen counter, probably about to go to bed after coming up from the party.
Sam gives him a confused look, while Nat seems to understand what is going on right away as she moves without saying a word, walking ahead of Steve towards your room.
She opens the door for him and walks in behind, moving the covers back as he lays you on your bed as carefully as he can, and then Nat delicately takes your heels off before covering you with the duvet.
As theyâre leaving your room the door opposite yours opens, revealing a hopeful Bucky but when he sees itâs not you, his face becomes stoic once again. Heâs about to ask where you are when Natasha beats him to the punch.
"Leave her alone, Barnes. Youâve hurt her enough already." Is all she says before she steps into her own bedroom.
Bucky looks to his best friend for help but, at his confused face, the blonde super soldier just shakes his head in disappointment and walks away without a word.
Bucky stands there for a few minutes, just staring at your door like he's gonna will you to open it and talk to him.
He sighs and goes back to his room where he spends the next few hours overthinking about you and this whole night, eventually falling into an uneasy sleep.
The next morning when you wake up you feel at peace for about 10 seconds before the events of last night hit you like a truck, and all you can feel is humiliation.
How can you face the team after they witnessed your fight with Bucky?
How can you face Steve after he saw you at your most vulnerable and, apparently, carried you to bed after you cried yourself to sleep?
How can you face Bucky after he heard you say you love him and he walked away from you?
You canât, thatâs the answer.
Should you just move out? Just quit the team, ask Hill to be reassigned? Maybe you could even get transferred to another country...
Youâre not overreacting, right? This is a very embarrassing situation and you have every right to want to run away from all of it.
As youâre making up an escape plan in your mind you hear a knock on your door, followed by Steveâs voice. "Hey, are you awake? We just want to make sure you're okayâŚ"
You try to be as silent as you can, slowing down your breathing praying heâll think youâre sleeping.
You can hear him exchange some muffled words with what sounds like Natasha, and then you hear their footsteps as they walk away, so you let out a relieved sigh.
Okay, step one is definitely getting out of this room, itâs just the most obvious place where to look for you.
You get up and out of your awfully classy dress, take a shower being sure to clean away all the makeup from last night and put on the most comfortable sweats you own.
Just as youâre opening the door you can see Bucky opening his about to get out and, in a panic move, you run back inside your room and slam the door shut.
Very subtle, yes.
You rest your back against the door and can hear him sigh and then walk away.
You wait a few minutes, just to be sure, and then relax a little. Your plan was to go to the gym and work out a bit, but now all you can think about is getting the hell out of this compound.
You grab your purse, make sure to have your phone and keys in it and open the door, making sure no oneâs around before getting out.
Youâre practically running, taking the stairs for good measure, and in a flash youâre at the garage. You jump in your car and drive away as fast as you can without breaking the law, not even knowing where to go.
Once youâre in the city you stop at a cafe for breakfast near your favorite book store, the one you and Bucky have visited together a hundred times.
Okay, stop that. No more thinking about Bucky.
You spend the rest of the day just going from one store to the other, stopping to have lunch at the diner you always go to when youâre in the city, and trying not to kick yourself for not being able to stop thinking about Bucky.
Seriously, why canât you stop thinking about him?
It doesnât help the fact that every one of your favorite places has at least a hundred and twelve memories of Bucky.
God, have you ever gone anywhere on your own in the last two years?
The more memories come to mind the more you think that maybe transferring wouldnât be such a bad idea. Go somewhere new, get a fresh start.
When it starts getting dark you decide to drive back to the compound, but when you park and turn the car off you canât find it in yourself to get out.
You take out your phone, which youâve been ignoring all day, and go through all the messages of your worried friends, hating yourself a little more when you catch yourself looking for his name in your notifications.
Just as youâre about to answer Tonyâs texts first, you get a call from Steve. You stare at your phone, unsure if you can stomach answering him right now, but your decision is rendered moot when someone taps against your car window.
Your head snaps towards it and you let out a breath of relief when you see Steve standing there, holding his phone and using it to tap on your window again.
You close your eyes for a second but resign to your fate as you gather your things and get out of the car.
When you lock your car you turn to see that Steve moved to be leaning on the trunk of your car, so you join him and wait for him to say something, not knowing what to say yourself.
"So," he starts, with his arm folded in front of his chest and looking at his shoes "youâre avoiding all of us now?" You let out a sigh, feeling bad for hurting his feelings.
"Iâm sorry, Steve. I justâŚ" you canât even look at him as you talk, so you just look ahead of you at all the cars "Iâm just embarrassed. After everything that happened last night, I donât know⌠God, you even carried me to bed like a child." you cover your face with your hands.
You finally look at him when you hear him chuckling. "Thatâs what friends do, Y/N. They lean on each other." he bumps your shoulder with his playfully.
"I know weâre not as close as you and Bucky, but I am your friend too. Iâm not gonna judge you for last night, I just want to make sure youâre okay. Thatâs what we all want. You made us worry that you might run away on us." He says the last part as a joke, but you canât help looking away from him.
Thatâs exactly what you wanted to do.
You bite your lip as he keeps looking at you and you feel like he can see the gears turning in your head, like your thoughts are so loud and your guilt so visible that he knows right away he was right on the money.
"Y/NâŚ" itâs almost a warning, but you still canât find the courage to look at him. "You were seriously thinking of running away?!" he seems almost shocked.
"Okay, itâs not like Iâm a teenager running away in the middle of the night after a fight with her parents!" you finally look at him. "I was just considering⌠I donât know, maybe asking for a transfer?"
"So you actually want to leave the team just because you had a fight with Bucky?" He scoffs.
"Itâs not just the fight, Steve, he knows I love him and he doesnât even care!" You yell before sighing and lovering your voice.
"Do you realize how much that hurts? And now Iâm supposed to, what? Just go back to how things used to be? Pretend like nothing happened? Even if weâre not friends anymore, he lives across the hall from me! Iâm bound to see him and itâs gonna hurt every fucking time!" Youâre almost crying, again, but you hold back not wanting to go through that again and you look away.
"I know it hurts, trust me, sweetheart, but⌠what about us?" you look at him again as he goes on. "Weâre your team too. Weâre your friends, weâre your family... You canât just leave us. I'm not saying it's gonna be easy, but we can help you make it better. We all care about you a lot." Itâs honestly a miracle youâre not crying already. You feel him take your hand, but donât look away from his face.
"Please let us help you." you squeeze his hand and nod, not trusting your voice not to break and the flood to hit as soon as you open your mouth.
He smiles at you and you canât help but do the same. "Good. Then letâs go up and have dinner like we always do." He starts walking and taking you with him, his hand still in yours.
While youâre waiting for the elevator you canât hold yourself back as you turn to him and give him a tight hug. "Thank you."
He hugs you back just as tight. "Anytime, rookie." you snort and let go of him, giving him a punch in the arm youâre sure he didnât even feel as he laughs with you.
When you get to the big kitchen most of the team is already there and you sit down next to Natasha while Steve sits at her other side.
The seat next to you is quickly occupied by Sam as he bings the pizza to the table. He gives you a side hug and squeezes your arm in sympathy but aside from that nobody even mentioned what happened last night, which you're grateful for.
You eat like always, having conversations, laughing and teasing each other like normal, you didnât feel like anyone was pitying you and you realized Steve was right: these people are your family, you could never leave them.
And, as you watch Loki and Peter trying to make you laugh by messing with Thorâs hair, putting tiny umbrellas in it while he's not looking, you just know theyâre gonna help you through everything.
What makes you sad to notice is that one brooding super soldier is missing, though you donât bring it up for fear of opening that particular door.
And thatâs how you spend the next few weeks: avoiding anything and everything that has to do with Bucky, including the man himself.
You start training with Natasha and realize how easy Bucky went on you.
You do more missions with Sam and Steve and realize that missions aren't as fun for everybody as they were for you and Bucky.
You hang out during your down time with pretty much everyone and realize that you couldnât have as much fun with everyone as you had with Bucky.
So yeah, as much as you could avoid Bucky and talking about him to anybody, he lived rent free in your head.
Fun, huh?
It also didnât help the look that Steve gave you every time you basically ran out of a room as soon as you caught a glimpse of your former best friend.Â
Everybody noticed the change in your friendship, but it felt like they all took a silent oath to not mention anything to either of you, and you were glad they were respecting your choice to stay away from Bucky.
He, on the other hand, was going crazy.
He hasnât seen you in weeks, except for those few seconds before you realize heâs in the same room and run away.
He doesnât hear your voice unless heâs eavesdropping on you with someone else, but even then he never hears his name come out of your mouth.
Nobody will tell him anything about you, the only thing he can get out of Steve is âsheâs okay, just give her timeâ.
Heâs been trying his best to give you the space you need, but he feels like heâll lose his mind if he doesnât hear you say his name soon.
Itâs been a month of successfully and not so subtly avoiding Bucky.
There was one time where, as the team about to land for a mission, he got much too close to you for your liking and you thought he was about to say something so you grabbed a parachute and quite literally jumped out the jet, then walked the rest of the way to the Hydra base.
Everyone had to wait for you, some annoyed, but most found the situation too amusing to be bothered by it.
Anyway.Â
Youâre at the gym for an early morning workout, a habit you took to when you started avoiding Bucky.
You know he usually stays up at night. Occasionally because he still gets nightmares, usually because his overthinking mind tortures him until early hours. So he uses mornings to sleep in when he doesnât have missions.
Youâre on the treadmill when you hear the doors of the gym open behind you but think nothing of it, assuming itâs just Steve replacing his morning run with a workout because itâs too hot to run outside.
When you donât hear him say anything, youâre about to turn your head to see who it is, but before you can do anything you feel two hands, one cold and one hot, on your waist.
You squeal when they pick you up and take you away from the treadmill, setting you down on the ground in front of it before turning off the machine.
"Bucky, what the fuck?! I couldâve gotten hurt!" you were so shocked you didnât even fully realize you were actually talking to the person youâve spent so much time and effort avoiding, or that you were walking backwards while Bucky was getting closer to you.
"Oh please, Iâd ever let you get hurt." heâs sounds almost amused, like this is a normal thing between you two, but the truth is heâs just happy that youâre actually talking to him.
When your back hits the wall you realize too late that itâs Bucky in front of you and suddenly youâre looking around you to find a way to escape. But all you find is that heâs successfully trapped you between the wall and his body, his hands on the wall at either side of your head.
You swallow hard and if he notices he doesnât say anything, but your brain is too busy registering the warmth of his body so close to yours to even be ashamed right now.
"Is this the only way Iâll get to talk to you now?" you almost miss his question, your eyes snapping up to meet his and, where you expected to see a smug look at having caught you not only off guard but also ogling, you found a frown and a slight pout.
Something about the hurt on his face stopped you from lying or straight up kicking him so heâd move and you could run away.
No, Bucky was your best friend, youâve always felt the need to be honest with him ever since that first day, and even now you owe it to him to tell him nothing but the truth.
"I just need time." You hoped he understood.
"How much more time do you need?" Apparently not.
"I donât know, canât you just be patient?" You can't believe you really have to ask him this.
"Itâs been a month, doll, I think Iâve been plenty patient. Are you planning on avoiding me forever?"
"Not forever⌠just⌠I donât know." If you were being honest with yourself, you didnât know how long you wouldâve kept on avoiding him.
You were so busy doing the actual avoiding that you didnât take the time to think about when youâd be able to stop.
You let out a sigh, but didnât look away from his eyes for a second. He needs to know you meant every word you're about to say. "I was hurting, Bucky. I still am. I get that you have a girlfriend-"
"I broke up with her." he interrupts you.
"You⌠What?" you werenât expecting that. "When?"
"The night of our fight. I wouldâve told you sooner but it was hard to catch you, you know, with you avoiding me and everything."
You almost lost your train of thought, but it didnât matter that he was single, he was still the first one to walk away, why was it so wrong for you to do it now?
"It doesnât matter⌠I know you donât owe me anything, but you walked away from me. From my feelings." you can see Buckyâs confusion so, before he can say anything, you explain yourself.
"That night on the roof. I know you were there, you heard me say that I loved you and you walked away like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. I know you donât like me like that, and I can live with that in time, but it hurt. It still hurts." you donât know what you were expecting him to say, but it definitely wasnât he says next.
"Do you remember the day we met?" you furrow your brows in confusion but he waits for you to nod before he keeps going. "Weâve never really talked about it, have we? It's ironic since weâve talked about pretty much every topic we could possibly come up with. But that day, you introduced yourself and I just got up and walked away. Kind of what youâve been doing this past few weeks."Â he chuckles a bit and you have the impression he's getting closer to your face, but you're probably just imagining that.
"Yeah, I thought I did something wrong, but you were just a rude bitch." he laughs and you canât help but smile.
"Iâm sorry about that, I just⌠the second I saw you I felt weird. And when you talked to me it was too much, I couldnât handle it. I didnât know what I was feeling and my brain just screamed at me to get out, so I did. Then you came to my door and said all those nice things and that weird feeling started to feel more and more comfortable as you talked. It was nice. Then we became friends and I guess I just dismissed that feeling as friendship. It was a different type of friendship that Iâd never had... But then again Iâve never been this close to a woman. Emotionally speaking, of course." His hand comes to cup your cheek and you canât speak, so he takes the opportunity to say everything he needs to say.
"This month has been hell for me, doll. Iâve missed you more than Iâve ever missed anybody in my entire life. Not being able to spend time with you, joke around, talk to you, barely even see you. It's been driving me insane. Being away from you for so long made me realize what that feeling was. Youâre not just my best friend, youâre my person. Youâre my calm, and my reason. Youâre my happiness, my home. Youâre the love of my life."
"What?" you're basically whispering, so quietly youâre sure he wouldnât have heard you if he didnât have super hearing.
"I love you too, doll. I love you." he holds your face in his hands "I love you."
You feel like your brain shut down all of a sudden. You barely know how to breathe, let alone talk. All you can do is stare at him, the look he's giving you making you weak in the knees.
"Youâre killing me here, doll. For the love of god, say something, angel." The nickname seems to snap you out of it, and there's only one thing in your mind left to ask.
"If you love me, why didnât you tell me on the roof?" He let out a deep sigh, you can feel his breath on your lips, but you try your hardest to focus on his words and not his lips.
"For one I was still with Sharon. And I didnât really know what I was feeling. Also, I wasnât even sure you were serious. Honestly, I was just confused about the whole thing, and still mad about the fight. Nothing good wouldâve come from me staying and talking to you that night. I probably wouldâve ended up hurting you more." All that makes a lot of sense, sure, but it doesn't change the fact that it hurt.
The look in Buckyâs face at the moment though makes you want to forgive him right this second and let this whole thing go. Pretend like the last month didnât happen.Â
So thatâs what you do.
"What ifâŚ" you start, looking back and forth between his eyes and his lips "what if we forget all of this happened?"
"No." he answered so fast and firmly that it made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and disappointment. "I donât want to forget anything about us, doll. Good or bad, itâs all worth it, as long as it ends with you in my arms."
You're melting and can't hold yourself back, you grab his face and bring his lips down to yours.
He freezes, probably not expecting it, but when you're about to pull away, he holds your face to keep you there, deepening the kiss.
After a few moments you hear someone clear their throat and almost throw Bucky off of you, looking behind him while he turns to see who it is and you see Steve and Sam standing there, amused looks on their faces.
"We were just talking." You blurted out and Sam cracked and almost doubled over with laughter.
"Really?" Steve said while raising an eyebrow, almost exasperated and knowing damn well what you were doing.
"Sure they were, Steve, she was obviously trying to get the word out of his mouth!" Sam said to the blonde, still laughing his ass off.
"Oh, of course she was. Tell us, sweetheart, what did you find in Buckyâs mouth?" Steve was now laughing too, and you were so embarrassed you hid your face in Buckyâs chest.
He wrapped his arms around you, barely glaring at the two laughing idiots. "Ok, just get out of here, punks." Fortunately for once in their lives they decided to actually listen and left, their laughs echoing through the halls.
"You okay there, doll?" Bucky was now chuckling at your embarrassment.
You raised your head and, meeting his eyes, you said "I canât believe Captain Dumbass is making fun of us for kissing."
He started laughing and you gladly joined him, looking forward to making up for the time you missed with him, unknowingly promising each other to never let go of the other ever again.
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If I Should Stay
Yâall are the absolute funniest most of the tags/comments on part 2 were either âoh shit Nancy????â Like we as a collective Steddie hivemind genuinely forgot Steve and Nancy were a Thing for a minute and I think thatâs so sexy of us. OR yâall went âOH THANK FUCK ROBIN REMEMBERSâ which. Yâall. Yâall donât understand how little control I actually have over this fic đ like genuinely Iâm not creating anything, itâs writing itself, Iâm just writing the words down. Itâs fantastic. đ also keep in mind I have a tentative posting schedule of every 4 days so expect something on/around the 16th! â¤ď¸
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Eddie runs.
Heâs terrified and a coward but itâs kept him alive this long so he runs, books it back to his van, ignores Harrington calling out for him, only realizes when heâs most of the way home that heâs still got the ring clenched in his hand.
He stares at it long enough at a stoplight that someone honks at him when it turns green. âWhat the fuck,â he whispers again, placing it on his desk when he gets home. âWhat the fuck.â
Wayne knocks on his door then immediately pokes his head in, which completely defeats the purpose of the knock, but Eddieâs door was open anyways. âEds?â
âYeah?â
âYâalright, kiddo?â
âI think I hallucinated.â
Wayneâs silent for a few long moments. âDid you take somethinâ? Or are you beinâ dramatic?â
âI didnât take anything.â
Wayne sighs. âWanna tell me what you think you hallucinated?â
Heâs about to, itâs on the tip of his tongue, but he canât quite say it. Like thereâs a dam at the front of his mouth, and the words canât break through. He lets out a desperate chuckle and shakes his head, flopping backwards onto his bed. âI donât even know.â
Wayne raises a brow, but before he can respond, thereâs a knock on the trailer door.
Knock is a polite term for it. Itâs more like someoneâs trying to break down the door with their fist. âMunson!â Someone yells. âOpen this door, dammit, or I will drag you out by your ears!â
âBoy,â Wayne says, looking at him. âWhat the fuck did you get yourself into?â
Eddie groans, grabs his pillow, and screams into it.
When he surfaces for air, Wayneâs gone, talking to the person at the front door. Eddie vaguely recognizes the voice. Female, young, probably someone he has a class with.
Wayne, the traitor, lets her in, and Eddieâs suddenly faced with a furious Robin Buckley. He blinks. âBuckley?â
He tries to think back, but he hadnât sold her anything recentlyâor ever, for that matterâso he has no idea why sheâs here, looking like sheâs about to murder him. âYou said youâd listen.â
He blinks again. Sits up to face her. âWhat?â
âSteve. He told you.â
âSteve- Harrington? Oh, come on, Buckley, are you delusional too?â
Blue eyes narrow at him. âYouâve got a little stick-n-poke on your thigh. Itâs an upside down star. Itâs crappy âcause you did it yourself, but thatâs why you love it. He already said your favorite song, so I wonât repeat it. Youâve had a frankly ridiculous crush on him practically since the moment you laid eyes on him. You call your guitar your sweetheart because thatâs what your mom called you, and sheâs the one who taught you to play.â She crosses her arms. âI can keep going.â
âI suppose youâre from the future, then, too?â Her words catch up to him and he suddenly blanches. âI, uh, Iâm not sure about your second point.â
She softens some, which is rather unexpected, but heâs grateful. âOh, Eddie.â She sits on the edge of his bed. âMe too. Itâs alright. Iâm sorry, I got upset because you ran, after you told Steve youâd listen, andâŚâ she sighs, looking around his room, before standing when she catches sight of the ring on his desk. She picks it up and studies it. âThis is practically all we have left,â she says softly, and Eddie feels like throwing up.
âBecause I die?â
She looks at him like sheâs seeing a ghost. âYeah.â
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illicit affairs - part seven | r.c
summary:
The shower was still raining down on you, and if the both of you werenât buck ass naked, this would probably be incredibly romantic and youâd consider just spilling your guts to him. You exhaled deeply, blinking the water drops out of your lashes. What Rafe said made sense. But were you ready to give up more of him, just because you couldnât keep your feelings in check?
âSo? Are we putting a stop to this?â
OR; You deal with an intruder, lose your temper and Rafe and you take a shower.
pairing: rafe cameron x reader
warnings: SMUT! 18+ only! (oral male/female receiving)
word count: 2,6k
author's note: long awaited im guessing HAHAHAH i hope you have survived so far. finally introducing the third character of this series.... you all know him. as usual, happy reading and i look forward to hearing about your thoughts <3
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pt. seven: "tell yourself you can always stop"
âWhat the fuck are you doing?!â
The âintruderâ was standing shock still, the two of you staring at each other. You didnât think that was going to hurt you or anything, but the rollling pin was still raised in the air, ready to strike any second. While you didnât necessarily share the disdain for pogues as your friends did, it didnât mean that you trusted him. He broke into your house after all.
JJ Maybank, possibly the definition of a pogue, was standing in your hallway, hands raised in defense as he eyed the rolling pin in your hand. He looked almost bored.
âI said, what the fuck are you doing?â you repeated, your voice strained.
âUh, standing. What are you doing, princess?â
You let the nickname slide, glaring at him.
âDefending myself against an intruder.â
âIntruder?
JJ barked out a laugh, his hands clutching his stomach like he just heard the funniest joke in his life, though he quickly raised his hands again when you pointed the rolling pin closer at his face.
âYou just broke into to my house, what are you if not an intruder?â you asked, affronted.
âI didnât break in on purpose!â
âOh, so you just accidentally broke into my house??â
âHey, to be fair, you left the door unlocked.â
âAre you blaming the victim right now?â
JJ bit back a grin, his hand slowly reaching out to lower the rolling pin. You let him, but remained wary, your arms dropping to your sides.
âWhat are you doing here JJ?â
JJ took off his cap, running his hand through his messy hair once before putting his cap back on.
You tried to ignore that you thought he was hot.
âI was coming out of Rubyâs and trying not to be seen by anyone, thought I could hide out here for a bit,â he explained and you raised an eyebrow at him.
âRuby Evans? She has a boyfriend.â
âYeah well that wouldâve been good to know before I hooked up with her and almost got caught by said boyfriend.â
You rolled your eyes at him. Figured JJ would be caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Obviously you knew JJ, but only really on the surface. You didnât exactly run in the same circles. But you knew that Rafe didnât really like him, neither did Topper, but mostly because JJ was John Bâs best friend. Kelce didnât really have much of an opinion except for the fact that he thought JJ was hot, so that was that. What you did know, however, was that JJ shared the same disdain for kooks that Rafe did for pogues, so to catch JJ on the other side of the island was newsworthy.
âIâm surprised youâd get caught up with Ruby,â you said. âI thought you hated kooks.â
JJ merely shrugged, grinning at you.
âWhy deprave the female population of the other side of the island of an experience with me only because of something they canât change?â
You snorted, biting back a laugh because you knew that if he thought you thought he was funny, it was over for you. JJ took the moment to let his eyes wander over you, and you stopped yourself from wrapping the linen shirt around your exposed body. This was your house and you werenât gonna let someone else make you feel uncomfortable. Much less a guy.
âHad a pool party?â
âSomething like that,â you replied, meeting JJâs gaze straight on. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, his boyish grin growing.
âShould I take it personally that I wasnât invited?â
You gave him a look and JJ winked at you, before his face lit up, like he remembered something.
âHey, your parents are organizing the spring fling, right?â
âYes, why?â You asked back, suspicious.
âWell, I was wondering if you could do me a favorâŚâ He started, rubbing the back of his neck. âI need some money to fix up my bike, and the country club always pays well. But the hostess kind of hates my guts, so sheâd never hire me if I applied for the job. You think you could put in a good word for me?â
It was odd how JJ was able to switch from sarcastic to bashful the minute he needed something from you. You had heard from other girls that he was something of a womanizer, and the fact that he just came out of Rubyâs house just proved the point. So you tried not to put much worth on the grin he was giving you.
Most people would probably call it charming. You werenât most people.
â⌠Iâll see what I can do.â
âCool,â JJ said, honest to god pointing finger guns at you. This guy was unreal. He turned to leave the way he entered - through the patio door - but before he shut the door, he looked back to you, one foot already out of the house. âYouâre not so bad for a kook, princess.â
JJ slipped through the small gap, closing the sliding door behind him. With a deep sigh, you locked the door, pulling down the blinds for good measure before you headed back to the kitchen. You put the rolling pin back in its place, shutting the dishwasher before switching it on, trying to act like that just didnât happen.
Turning off all the lights downstairs, you headed towards the hallway, preparing to go to bed when two short raps came on the front door before it opened, as Rafe let himself in like he had been invited over. For some reason, it made you mad. You let out a sigh as you took him in and he raised a brow at you.
âYou really need to lock the doors when youâre home alone precious,â Rafe commented and you snorted under your breath.
âTell me about it.â
He shut the door behind him, locking it and you freed your hair from the claw clip, shaking your head out, feeling a migraine coming on.
âDid you really clean up the mess in the kitchen by yourself?â
âI said I would, didnât I?â
âI wouldâve helped you,â Rafe pointed out, annoyed.
âWell, you didnât exactly tell me that you were staying over,â you retorted, just as annoyed. âOr that you were coming back.â
âWhy are you being an asshole?â
Rafeâs irritation was evident in his voice and you let out a sigh.
âIâm sorry Rafe. Iâm just tired, okay?â You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling your shoulders slump a little. âIf you came to fuck I donât think Iâm really in the mood today, so you can just leave. Iâll just take a shower and go to bed.â
You didnât wait for an answer and turned to walk into your bedroom upstairs, heading straight to the bathroom. As you stripped down, throwing you bikini and the overshirt in the hamper, you thought you heard the front door shut. You tried not to let the angry tears in your eyes fall as you stepped into the shower, instead, you turned the water on, letting it drench your whole head. Fucker, you thought to yourself. You couldnât believe that heâd just leave like that. Before all of this, he never wouldâve just left.
Then again, you wouldnât be in this situation either. Was this how it was going to be from now on?
You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, you didnât even heat the door to the bathroom clink open. Only when the glass door of your shower squeaked, you were made aware of Rafeâs presence as he stepped inside. You really had to work on your spatial awareness. He stepped under the shower stream, the water immediately soaking him up, your eyebrows shot up in surprise and Rafe gave you a displeased look, pressing himself against your backside.
You kept quiet for a few seconds, the knot in your chest unfurling slightly, and you found yourself leaning against him.
âI thought you left.â
âYou know youâre my best friend, right?â
Rafeâs voice was quiet as he murmured into your ear, his hand coming up behind you to cup around your breast. You bit back a sarcastic reply, because surely this wasnât something a best friend would do.
âI wouldnât just leave when I know youâre upset about something, you think youâre just a piece of ass to me?â
âI donât know what we are these days,â you muttered, half hoping that Rafe didnât hear you, but based on the way his hand clenched around your waist, he did hear. He turned you around in his arms, frowning down at you.
âPrecious,â Rafe said, his voice tight. âYouâre my best friend. Yes, the sex is fucking great, but itâs not worth losing you over. If youâre starting to question our friendship, we shouldnât be doing this anymore.â
The shower was still raining down on you, and if the both of you werenât buck ass naked as the day you were born, this would probably be incredibly romantic and youâd consider just spilling your guts to him. You exhaled deeply, blinking the water drops out of your lashes, trying to clear your head. What Rafe said made sense. But were you ready to give up more of him, just because you couldnât keep your feelings in check?
âSo? Are we putting a stop to this?â
Rafe took a step back. It was small, he barely moved, but to you it felt like a mile. You couldnât go back to just being only his best friend, so before he could move away even further, you reached out to pull him back in, leaning on your tiptoes to kiss him. Rafe grunted into the kiss, seemingly hesitant for a second before he all but melted into you, his hand wrapping around your hair to tilt your head further up. You lost yourself in the kiss for a second, your hands intertwining on the nape of his neck before you pulled away when it got too heated.
âIâm too tired for sex,â you said, though you couldnât deny the warmth unfurling between your legs.
Rafe eyed you for a second, before he nodded, turning you in his arms again, his chest against your back.
âLet me take care of you.â
With a flick of his wrist, he turned the water off, before he ran his hand down your waist, fingers slipping between your thighs. Your breath hitched, pressing further into him.
âRafe.â
âRelax,â he murmured into the skin of your neck, tongue lapping up the water droplets that clung to your shoulder. âIf you want me to stop, I will.â
His hand ventured further down, one finger dipping into the warmth of your folds and you let out a soft sigh, the stress leaving your body. You had half a mind to tell him to stop, you you found yourself saying nothing. Your hand wrapped around his bicep, searching for something to hold onto while the pad of his thumb stroked circles over your most sensitive little spot of nerves, having you moan out his name.
âThatâs it,â Rafe said, leaning further down so he could slip his finger into your cunt, your gummy walls opening up to his digits, your knees growing weak. Both of you were still wet from the interrupted shower, and you shouldâve been long cold by now, but all you felt was Rafeâs warm body pressed up against you and the heat coiling in your lower stomach. Rafeâs movements werenât fast paced, but he applied pressure in just the right places, you felt your orgasm coming in no time.
âShit,â you gasped, laying your head against his chest, catching Rafeâs eyes on you, seeing a hunger in his eyes you couldnât quite place, but before you could question it, he kissed you, stealing your breath away. The kiss was the last thing that threw you over the edge and with a small, breathy moan you came apart on Rafeâs fingers, clinging onto him for dear life. As you caught your breath, Rafe placed his hands on your waist, steadying you.
âYou good?â
You let out a grunt, squeezing his wrist. âYou know the shower is one of the most dangerous places to have sex in?â
â⌠That doesnât sound right.â
âShut up,â you huffed, taking your hands off of Rafe, testing your footing, before you turned, getting on your knees.
âHey, you donât have to do this.â
âDidnât I just tell you to shut up?â you asked back, wrapping your hand around his cock and Rafe let out a moan, carding his fingers through your hair. âYour dick has been pressed into my back for the past 15 minutes, let me suck you off.â
âIf you insist.â
Rolling your eyes wordlessly, you pumped his cock for a but, before licking a strip along his shaft, making Rafe curse above you. You only smirked to yourself, before you wrapped your lips around his cock, knowing that was all he wanted right now.
âFuck,â Rafe hissed, his grip on your hair tightening, thought you didnât mind, your focus solely on sucking the life out of him. Your tongue was pressing against the small slit on his tip as you moved your mouth along the length of his cock, hand still wrapped around his lower base, where you couldnât quite reach. You werenât a beginner when it came to cock sucking, but you werenât a professional either. It was safe to say that Rafe was pretty content with your skills though.
Hollowing out your cheeks, you took in as much of his cock as possible, continuing to suck on him, a mixture of saliva and Rafeâs precum smearing around the edges of your mouth, making a whole mess in your face, though you continued unperturbed.
âShit, you really give the best head prec-â
Your nails dug into his thighs, and he cut off, replacing your nickname with your real name, and you eased off his thigh, sighing softly as the head of his cock brushed against the back of your throat, hoping it wouldnât bruise again. It didnât take long until Rafe slowly started thrusting into your mouth, his hips stuttering that you knew he was close.
âIâm about to come,â he warned you, his voice hoarse and the grip on your hair less hard. You only let out a hum of acknowledgement, not lessening your movement until Rafe spurted his cum down your throat, groaning out your name. You took your mouth off his cock, having swallowed his bitter cum and wiped your mouth, satiated.
Meanwhile, Rafe was leaning on the shower wall, gently extricating his hand out of your wet hair, heaving breaths.
âYouâre a minx,â he told you, pulling you up for a quick kiss. You only grinned against his lips, swatting at his bare chest. Nipping on your lower lip, Rafe reached behind you to turn the shower back on, to finally finish what you had come here for in the first place. Together, you showered quickly and thoroughly and as Rafe washed the soapy suds off of you, hands all over your body, it felt intimate but not in a sexual way. You tried not to think about it too much.
When the both of you were done, hands all prune-y, you exited the shower, wrapping yourself in a robe and handing a towel to Rafe so he could dry off. You did a quick run through of your nighttime routine, while Rafe watched bemusedly as he brushed his teeth, but didnât comment on it. When you were both done, crawling into bed, your hair still damp, you settled into your side of the bed (which was a wild statement in itself, as Rafe turned off the light in the bedroom, before getting in bed on the other side. You were content to fall asleep, safe and soundly tucked in, when Rafe reached under the blankets to pull you close against his chest, tucking his chin into the crook of your neck.
Your cheeks heated, and you side eyed Rafe as he got comfortable in bed, your shoulders tense.
âI meant what I said,â he then muttered, arms wrapped around your waist. âIf you ever feel like our friendship is changing or this makes me feel like you canât trust me, you gotta tell me precious. I donât want to lose my best friend.â
âI donât want to lose you either,â you mumbled, laying a hand on his, trying to reassure him, even though your heart was racing a mile a minute. Rafe didnât reply, and before long, his breath evened out, but you were still wide awake.
⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . âŚ
author's note: okay real talk, how many of you guessed who the intruder was???
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