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k2ntoss · 9 months ago

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YO QUISIERA - JASON TODD

tw ⭒ jason todd x fem!reader, john constantine's sidekick!reader, swearing, jealousy and that's it, this is mostly fluff with best friend jason based on guess what??? ANOTHER SONG, yo quisiera by reik

a/n ⭒ do you have an idea of how of a sucker i am for jay????? this is just, i need this please show some love. reblogs and comments are appreciated and each one gets you a kiss on your forehead and a warm hug and yeah, i mentioned mbv because it has jensen ackles and he's my man <3

have you ever heard about not being able to decide who you love? well, jason has heard enough of that bullshit and he was sick of it.

it all started the day bruce brought back with him the man that the bat-kids could consider their weird uncle, john constantine and he showed up with a girl that was about jason's age. she walked swaying her hips a little too much and wore a smirk on her lips that made him a mix between upset and fascinated, there was also that white button-up shirt with the black trousers which made her look like a mini-me of the obnoxious sorcerer if only she wore also a trenchcoat and a red tie.

his first claim, after your first meeting, was that he didn't liked you "she speaks like she has all the right in the world" he said, voice gruffy and body a little too tense when dick asked him what he thought about you "she thinks she's funny but she's fucking annoying" and that makes dick chuckle.

"i think she's funny and smart, maybe you should try and spend some more time with y/n" dick tells him with a shrug before he leaves jason with his thoughts. there was no way on earth he'll get along with you.

but thruth be told, you were a little more giddy and nice that anyone could ever say constantine was and that made jason a bit less avoidant when it came to the times you were around the batcave and let's say that he just happened to get used to you, that's how he finds a new friend that he never thought would really understand him but he was mistaken.

since all of this it's been two years, it took jason a while to open himself up to you while you were maybe a bit of an oversharer but jason enjoys listening to your rambles, it's been so easy for him to accept you into his space in a way that's been noticeable to everyone around, not that they say anything because there are things that need to happen.

but what makes everyone tease him when they notice is how he seems to turn into a giddy kid whenever you're close, there's always a nice aura around you both but there are times he would be walking behind you like an overexcited puppy, following you from a corner to another because he needs to know what you need even if it's just a hug.

for dick that's just so funny, because he does remembers how annoying jason said you were and now he barely accepts going on patrol with anyone but you as his partner "thought you said y/n was annoying, you spend too much time with her for someone who you can't stand" he starts as soon as he steps next to jason and it causes him to grunt.

"she's annoying but she's my friend" jason says, shrugging it off before walking away to start his shift with dick as his partner "and what if i spend too much time with her? that's what friends do" the way he gets all defensive amuses dick and makes him giggle.

"sure thing, birdie boy" the nickname earns him a death stare from jason because that's just one of the ways you call him and if jason has to be honest he loves it but only when it comes from you "friends are running behind their friends like a lost puppy and looking at their friend like they hung the moon and the stars on the night sky"

"shut your mouth, grayson, she's my friend"

and yes, you're best friends but that doesn't mean he's not dealing with a big crush on you and he tries hard to hide it. maybe it works with you because you've never been wise enough with those things but there are things you can't hide from a family of damn detectives and the way he looked at you, how he spoke about you and the big amount of time he spent with you, yeah even bruce was aware.

jason had to deal with their knowing looks, the not so subtle glances they gave him as soon as you stood next to him because he was afraid that you could notice and that his feelings could ruin your friendship. it was sad having you so close yet not being able to do anything about it, he could hold his love if it meant you would be by his side even if he would have to see you around anyone else.

he wanted to be the one for you; he wanted to be reason of your nerves and smiles, he wanted to be the guy who would keep you awake until late just to talk a little bit more so then you could wake up feeling so eager to see him. jason wanted to be the guy you loved the most.

but instead he was your best friend, a shoulder to cry on and the first person you would always ask for advice before a date, which was the situation today. three days before valentine's day.

"and how am i supposed to know if he really likes me? i mean, he's nice but that can't be all" you start once you sit by his side, looking at jason with a small frown and your tone sounds so frustrated he sighs.

the question itself makes his breath catch because if he's not careful he could be giving himself away, letting you know how he feels about you and that is something he can't let happen.

"how am i supposed to know? i don't even know the guy" he replies with a low scoff, but truth be told he knows who the guy is and he also knows that he isn't worthy for you and it had been proven when he cancelled your date "but if he cancelled your date he might not be really interested"

"jay, i'm being serious! it's there something wrong with me?" you sink a little into the couch, arms crossed and a small pool of tears now forming on your eyes "why can't i have one single chance? why isn't there a single guy that really likes me?"

the only thing left for him on these situations is to lean in and drap one of his arms around your shoulder and he does, pulling you closer so you can cuddle yourself up into his side while he kisses the top of your head and bites his tongue so he holds back his words.

"life is pretty shitty, isn't it? i'm pretty sure the right person will show up eventually" he says softly, jason caresses your side while he coos you and there's a second when he swears he has a chance because you look up at him in a way that sends his stomach to do backflips.

he feels so damn jealous, you've been telling him about your dates and the guys that you hang out with and he wishes it was him instead. that he could be able to call you his, to kiss you and hold you, call you his girlfriend and have you all for him. he knows that's not even possible, he knows he can't indulge himself such a pleasure.

"i wish all guys were half as nice as you are, jaybirdie" your words are enough to make his face go as red as his helmet but he just pushes his feelings away again.

she's just being nice, you stupid asshole he tells himself as a dry chuckle leaves his chest mixed with an annoyed grunt "you don't want a guy like me, sweetheart, i'm sure as hell" he says in a whisper that you seem to ignore and he knows that it's better that way.

"now... i have no valentine's date so" he listens to your words and there's a voice on his head that tells him that this is his opportunity to get you a nice gift, to win you over but that's only possible on his dreams "would you be my valentine?" you asks, eyes still teary but there's a small smile on your lips and he wants to scream yes, he's about to answer when cass comes into the room.

funny enough to tell that cass is the only one of his sibblings that really knows from the source that jason is into you and they've both tried to find out if you have feelings for him and you do, cass knows and she has told him but he refuses to believe it. life isn't that good for him.

"ew, no" he says, his hand nudding your head lightly and he misses the quick glint of sadness on your eyes but cass doesn't and she coughs while giving jason a knowing look as soon as his eyes meet hers "why would i date my loser best friend for valentine's?"

rejection hurts and even when it felt like you were asking him as your second option thruth was that you've been scared enough to make any move. because this was special enough for you to want to be the one to actually court him, making him feel wanted and needed because he was important for you way beyond the friendship.

"yeah, no" you nod as you sit straight, clearing your throat to get rid of the knot that was starting to mess your voice up "it would be really lame, sorry. you must have plans already just for me to ruin them"

the sudden change on your attitude weirds jason out and it also scares him, did he messed up? yeah, he did he manages to think with the glare he receives from cass. sitting straight too, reaching her arm again to pull her back into his embrace.

"i hate valentine's, you know i have no plans at all" he says softly, trying to get you to look at him "but i can make an exception for you, what were you thinking for us to do?" jason asks, leaning in to kiss your temple.

"i was thinking we could watch a movie, you know..." you start, maybe a little less excited that he would wanted you to be and he nods with a small smile, his mind running with possible ideas until he remembers one of those movies with one of your favorite actors.

"my bloody valentine?" jason suggests, looking at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his lips that made your heart jump. this was exactly the kind of things jason never gave himself credit for, he may not be perfect but even with every flaw he could possibly have he was there, trying to be better for those who deserved to be loved.

it was set, you left after a few minutes of discussion on what to bring to your valentine's movie night. as soon as you were gone cass came up to him and the way she stood right in front with her hands on her hips made him guess what she was about to say.

"i know i almost fucked up" jason starts, hands on his face as he grunts "but i just- how do you expect me to believe she really likes me?" he asks on the edge of losing it.

"jason, she's being so transparent about it" cass says, she sounds tired and maybe she is, this isn't the first time she's said this to her little brother "you're not the only one that's chasing after her all the time, she's also doing the same and you're just too hard headed to accept it"

those words play on his head on repeat until the time you're out of his room, hands holding a couple of bags with food and also a small gift you brought him. it doesn't matter how the night ends, you wanted to give him something special. jason opens the door of his room, a big and warm smile as he sees your face and his heartbeat grows faster.

he lets you into his dorm, letting you sit on his bed with your back leaned against the headboard and he drops to the matress, his head resting on your lap while you play the movie and everything is nice, you both laugh at the cranky 3D effects that are just so weird on a common screen, he teases you whenever tom hanniger appears on the screen and chuckles when you giggle.

he eats a little distracted, feeling so at ease when your fingers brush through his hair and he stops watching the movie to look up at you, all the happiness he felt being replaced by a wave of doubt, he wanted to accept the idea of you liking him back but his mind was always ready to mess it up.

jason isn't aware of the low grunt he lets out, sound that brings you to pause the movie to look down at him with a worried expression because you wouldn't want him to be wasting his time on something he didn't wanted to do. he feels your gaze on him, eyes fixed on his face and he turns to watch the screen.

"what's going on, red?" the nickname slips, it isn't so often you call him like that but right now it just seemed fair when his cheeks blush a little "is there something wrong?" and the soft voice you use makes jason want to cry.

if only you knew how bad he wanted to tell you, he was dying to let you know how much he wanted to kiss you and have you all for him.

"if i tell you something you promise me we will continue to be friends?" jason asks, it slipped and he wants to tell you to forget it but he knows it's too late when you tilt your head before nodding "i just... is it weird if i told you i wish i was the reason you wake up all giddy? is it bad if i told you i wanted to be the guy you cry over? that you really felt something else for me? i'm just dying to tell you so many things but i'm afraid you don't feel the same, i'm afraid to tell you i want you to be in love with me and lose you, that the only way to see you then is on my dreams"

with each word he says your cheeks burn a little more, your heart is about to burst when he stops speaking. jason is looking at you, waiting for a response and he grows anxious when you don't speak right away, he shifts about to stand up when you stop him.

"who says you're not already the guy i've cried for?" your voice is soft and he can't bring himself to believe his ears "i mean... i can believe you don't think about it but how couldn't i? when i told you i wished any other guy was like you i meant it... i thought you didn't felt anything else for me"

you want to keep talking, keep on telling him everything you've felt for him but your words are hushed by his lips on your.

jason is kissing your lips, his touch so tender on your face while his hands cup your face like you could break or vanish at any second. the movie was still paused and who could care about a hot masked killer when jason was reciprocating your feelings?

"do you mean it?" his voice is low, almost a whisper as he speaks after breaking the kiss without putting much distance between your faces, lips still brushing as he looks into your eyes.

"i mean it, red" and your words, mixed with that cute giggle of yours made his heart melt "i like you. i love you" you whisper with your eyes closed and jason feels like he's in heaven.

"i love you too, sweetheart"

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ezwezz · 1 year ago

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mean girls - bp x reader

genre: imagines :) summary: the 'mean girl' develops an interest in you. pairings: ot4 x reader

jennie:

jennie was your classic 'you either wanna be me, or be with me' kind of mean girl.

your first encounter with her was through a seating plan. she begrudgingly obliged to sit next to you as the teacher separated her from her rowdy friends.

each lesson you found yourself progressing in small talk with her- it went from "what's the answer?" to "oh my god you won't believe what happened earlier..." as you were opening up to each other.

you were actually beginning to look forward to the lessons despite being acutely aware of jennie's mean girl status.

eventually, as the end of term neared, jennie asked for your number to keep in touch with you over the holidays.

one thing led to another and you were attending one of her house parties. you instantly gravitated towards each other, both in a drunken stupor, and spent almost the entirety of the party at each other's side, oversharing unfiltered life stories and having a raw heart-to-heart conversation.

she even shoo'd away potential hookups in order to continue hanging out with you.

in the early hours of the morning, one mutual confession of interest led to a heavy makeout session with the mean girl.

from then on, your relationship progressed into something of a fwb situation. you'd receive random texts throughout the holidays from jennie, asking you to come over.

sometimes she was intoxicated after hanging with some friends, therefore you took it upon yourself to take care of her instead of doing what was routine at this point.

you and jennie returned to school hand-in-hand, much to the student-body's surprise.

jisoo:

jisoo was a bit of a bully and had a tendency to target people she disapproved of, with her group of peers.

an unfortunate incident involving one of jisoo's crushes being friendly with you, caused you to become their next target.

jisoo confronted you before school the next morning, so you decided to toy with her a little.

"why were you talking to [redacted] yesterday?" "they're kind of cute...i was just testing the waters." "back off." "i'm surprised you're lowering yourself to that." "excuse me?" "it seems a little desperate. not what i'd expect from a pretty girl like you."

jisoo was at a bit of a loss for words after that encounter, she simply scoffed- a light blush tinting her cheeks as she stormed away.

from then on, you found that jisoo would intentionally find you throughout the school days to shoot you a bitchy comment, which you would respond to with a comment of equal bitchiness.

the school became your cold war arena- however, it never verged on unpleasant the way actual bullying would do. it felt progressively more like lukewarm exchanges of banter.

one particularly smart remark from you caused jisoo to crack and let out a giggle- surprising both you and herself.

"cute laugh!" "shut up."

you received a text from an unknown number after school that day: 'it's jisoo. erase my laugh from your pea-brain, i still hate you'.

you replied: 'charming as always, i guess this is one way to start a conversation with me ;)'

the conversation continued into the early hours of the morning. it was frosty at first, but by the time you finally said goodnight there was an undeniable warmth to her replies.

she greeted you the next day, not with the usual middle finger, but with a small "good morning" and a smile as she passed by.

lisa:

lisa was the rich girl. from what you'd heard, money lacked value to her, it was simply a constant in her life.

one day you were alone in the bathrooms sorting out your appearance in the mirror when someone came barrelling in, instantly locking themselves in the nearest cubicle. you could hear distinct sounds of sobbing coming from inside.

"uh...everything okay?" you felt obliged to ask. "obviously not! my boyfriend just broke up with me." a voice replied, it clearly didn't take much for them to open up.

you spent the next 20 minutes conversing with the person, indicating for random people to leave when they stumbled across the scene.

when the door finally opened, you were shocked to see a red-eyed lisa staring back at you. "you're really nice to talk to." she stated after a moment.

from then on, you'd be subject to random little gifts from the girl in gratitude. she claimed that now she didn't have a boyfriend, there was a gap in her spending to fill and none of her friends deserved the gifts more than you, but that was the extent of your interactions for a while.

you caught rumours of lisa's birthday coming around, and while you surely couldn't match her expectations on a spending-scale, you could certainly put some thought into a gift- as a thanks for all the ones she'd given you.

you slipped a small necklace with a moonstone pendant into lisa's locker on her birthday. attached was a note explaining the qualities of a moonstone such as inner growth and emotional balance, in light of her recent relationship ending.

the next day, you spotted the necklace adorning the girl's neck and smiled to yourself. when she found you later on, you were greeted with a hug, catching you by surprise. "thank you..so much." she whispered, before slipping a note into your pocket and rejoining her friends. it was her phone number.

from that day forward, lisa wore the necklace every day, and you wore your new matching bracelet.

rosé

rosé was captain of the cheer team, a role envied by many as a clear symbol of status. you'd known rosé years before school, and long before she'd become 'popular', due to your parents being friends.

you'd naturally drifted apart, but were still acquaintances in some ways- despite not even sparing each other glances in the hallways.

one day, in a strange turn of events, you found yourself inside rosé's house attending a dinner party with her family.

there was a definite air of awkwardness surrounding you two when you were left alone by your parents, but the conversation picked up when you began the gossip session.

you eventually found yourself in rosé's bedroom, completely abandoning the dinner party as you two joked around carelessly, forgetting about the divisions you faced in school. it felt strangely normal all of a sudden.

the following days were pleasant, instead of ignoring each other, you and rosé would say hello in the hallways. then it didn't take long for the friendship to rekindle as rosé would start asking to eat lunch together and hang out after school. much to their disdain, you'd eventually replaced a few of her popular new friends.

one thing led to another and you were once again in rosé's bedroom, this time as closer friends than before. you were finishing up some homework as she scrolled absentmindedly through her social media, both lying on the bed.

"i'm bored." she exclaimed with a sigh for emphasis, shifting so that she was directly beside you and her face inches away from yours. "i want to do something..." "like what?" you met her gaze, the proximity undeniably intimate. "i dunno!" she giggled while unsubtly glancing at your lips. "you sure?" you replied, smirking.

before you knew it, her lips were on yours and you were breathlessly making out with the cheer captain.

the small pecks in the hallways prior to that night seemed only natural.

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fantasylandloser · 1 year ago

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The Voices

Pairing: bestfriend! Rafe x Reader

Word Counts: 2.9K

Warning: depictions of drugs, mean parents, Flashbacks but Reader and Rafe are 19, mentions of Rehab, mentions of voices, very soft unrealistic Rafe, also slight rizz using aforementioned voices

****

Rafe Cameron had been your best friend for eight years. You had hated him at one point of course because if a person only saw Rafe’s exterior behavior then their first thought should be hate. But when you were nine, at the Cameron house playing with Sarah while your dads did whatever, you found Rafe in a corner just staring at the wall.

You found this unusual because nobody had put Rafe in the corner, and you weren’t sure why he was just sitting there. So you, being naturally curious, asked him. He flinched at the sound of your voice, so focused on the wall that he didn’t hear your footsteps approach.

“It’s supposed to help me.” He tells you without turning.

“Help you, what?” You went to sit beside him seeing if it would help you too.

Rafe shrugged, looking around to see if his dad was near. “All the voices, my dad says I’m not supposed to talk about it or they’ll take me away.”

“Who’s they?” You wonder who would take such a young boy away from home over something like that.

Rafe looks confused for a second before answering. “He never told me.”

“Oh. Well what do the voices say to you?” The boy freezes entirely, silenced by the question that his father never bothered to ask.

“I can’t tell you... But they’re quiet now that you’re talking. I think they like listening to you.”

“Hmm… your voices are different from my dad’s voice. Because my dad says I talk too much.” You tell him, unaware of your oversharing.

Rafe frowns but then he has an idea. “Well how about we make a deal? Like businessmen do.”

“And women.” You add. “What kind of deal?”

“You can talk to me whenever you want. I’ll listen and so will the voices.”

You liked his deal and the two of you shook on it.

Rafe found out very quickly that you were chatty and he’d grown to appreciate it. Even as years went by and you grew shyer with age you always would talk to him. Into your teenage years the two of you didn’t really talk about the fact that Rafe had other voices in his head that weren’t his. But every once in a while Rafe would make a decision that you knew wasn’t his own and you’d have to bring it up.

Like on Rafe’s seventeenth birthday, and his other friends had been doing drugs. You never really thought you would have to worry about him doing drugs until one of his friends called him names until he did.

You never knew Rafe to be the type to succumb to peer pressure. When puberty hit, he got taller and his voice was deeper and even though he was a little scrawny he could still protect himself if he needed to so you weren’t sure why. You didn’t know back then how he wished he fit in and felt inferior, because on the outside he did fit in.

So, when you pulled him to the side and asked him why he was doing that, and if it was the voices. For the first time in eight years, he told you to shut up.

It really shouldn’t have upset you like it did, but for some reason, probably your dad’s voice in the back of your head telling you to ‘sit pretty and be quiet’ it did and you felt tears begin to weigh down your eyelashes. And even though you loved to chat, you were never one for arguing. And the only time you were silent with Rafe was when your feelings were hurt.

You had disappeared after that. Your other friends noticed your silence, the way that you weren’t really present any more and they were worried. But you were gone, reserved only for your thoughts and seeming more absent than ever.

Rafe felt your absence more than anyone. But he also found a new way to quiet the voices, even the ones that talked about you.

So, Rafe did a lot of coke that year, and more than he liked to admit he watched you. Without him he realized that you were so much better off. After a while of you not really being yourself, you started to make friends. You stepped out of your comfort zone, did so much that you told Rafe made you nervous, that Rafe started to think he was holding you back. So he kept his distance.

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Two years later

Rafe had heard you returned from college for the summer and he’d been doing his best to avoid you. He had done so successfully until one particular party.

He had been planning to leave after he realized that these weren’t necessarily fun for him unless he did a shit ton of coke, and after just getting out of stint in rehab he really didn’t think it was worth it.

That was until, on his way out he saw you at the door. You definitely looked different than you did at seventeen. Still beautiful of course, but more confident. And he could tell you were because you were dressed like you knew it.

The last time Rafe saw you dressed so revealingly was when you were fourteen and your mom forced you to wear a bathing suit and you cried for an hour, while he tried to convince you it was no big deal. But you were definitely not fourteen years old anymore. And definitely not that same crying little girl.

Rafe didn’t realize he was staring until you locked eyes with him. He didn’t expect you to walk towards him, leaving your friends at the door. Nor did he expect you to smile when you spoke. A dazzling smile, too.

“Hi Rafe. How are you?” Your question sounded foreign on your lips but he realized it was because you always used to know how he was doing. Rafe tripped over his own thoughts before answering you.

“I’m good.” Rafe found himself feeling shy. He wasn’t used to this feeling and it seemed to limit his vocabulary.

“That’s..good” You chuckle feeling the awkward silence settle around the two of you. “Well I didn’t wanna bother you, so I’ll see you around.” And just like that you were gone again, before Rafe could find another way to make this conversation more awkward.

He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at the way he acted in that conversation, but he figured that if he was lucky enough he wouldn’t see you again and wouldn’t be able to make a fool of himself again.

His luck lasted about two days, until he saw you at the golf course with your dad. If he were alone, then like a normal person trying to avoid an awkward situation he would have left, but he was with his dad who spotted you two seconds after he did and seemed to have forgotten that last he heard about it, you and Rafe were no longer friends.

“Cupcake!” Ward called to you after greeting your Dad, whom he was good friends with. Rafe couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the childhood nickname of yours, given to you because of your sweet tooth and ability to consume a cupcake in two seconds.

“Hi Mr, Cameron!” You greet giving him a quick hug.

“Oh my goodness!” Ward exclaimed. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack, you’re all grown up young lady.” Rafe found himself rolling his eyes again, even though when he first saw you again he internally had the same reaction. While you were preoccupied with his dad Rafe couldn’t help but give you a once over. Noticing immediately how short your golfing skirt was, and how pretty you looked in the sun.

Rafe had zoned out as he stared at you. Not listening to the conversation you were having with his dad about school, but instead his gaze lingered on the smoothness of your legs and the small tattoo on the inside of your wrist that he hadn’t noticed at the party.

“Don’t let her talk your head off Ward. We’ll be here all day.” Your dad says chuckling at his own joke. “I swear Rafe, you’re the only one that could ever stand to hear her talk for so long.”

Your discomfort at your Dad’s comment was immediate. Rafe noticed, and he hated how you shrunk into yourself, going back to looking small. Looking almost exactly how you did when he told you to shut up at that party a few years ago. God, he hoped he didn’t make you feel like that.

“I consider myself lucky to know the sound of her voice. Others should feel the same.” Rafe said, only sparing you a glance long enough to see your discomfort turn into a small smile. Wars, sensing the tension that was commencing gracefully, decided that everyone should continue playing before the wind picked up.

You and Rafe spent the afternoon side by side. Few to no words exchanged, but an understanding of forgiveness settling around the two of you.

*****

After leaving the golf court Ward insisted that you and your dad come by later for dinner. You were a little nervous because you knew you’d be with Rafe alone and you weren’t sure how to prepare yourself for that. He was different from when you left for school. He used to be high all the time, and being high made him mean, and loud and irrational. You weren’t hanging out with him during that time but you did see him around, picking on people, doing dumb dangerous stunts. It was hard to see.

But now he was quieter, seemed to be kinder with the way he stood up for you, but unlike when you were friends he was calmer. Rafe used to always be fidgeting, since the day you met him he would always be moving, distracted, not really present. But the Rafe you saw today was focused, that was one thing you were sure of.

He was also muscular. The entirety of his physique seemed to have changed, with toned thighs, strong arms, and shoulders so broad that if you stood close enough to him you couldn’t see them both at once. You honestly struggled to not check him out, repeatedly.

You were sure that you failed however. Especially with the way that he had cut off his hair, and the timbre of his voice was now so smooth and almost soft that you almost wanted to beg him to say more than he did.

You knew he was clean now, your dad telling you all about how he got sent to rehab a few months ago. But seeing him really did a number on everything you thought you remembered about your friendship.

When you showed up to the Cameron residence, you hadn’t been expecting Wheezie and Sarah to be waiting for you in anticipation. You hadn’t realized how much you missed them until you saw their faces.

Wheezie asked you every question she could about your life and Sarah just wanted to know what dating in college was like. You loved answering their questions and learning about everything they had been up to while you were gone.

You never realized Rafe was lurking at the door listening to everything you said. He never fully noticed that he creeped all the way into the room, so he could hear you better. Not until Rose came to the door telling you all to come down for dinner and everyone noticed his presence at once.

You didn’t say anything about it though just offering him a small smile and walking past him to follow Rose down the stairs. When you walked by he caught a whiff of your scent. A strong aroma of vanilla that you obviously hadn’t been able to let go of since high school.

Throughout the dinner you had been pretty quiet. Rafe wondered if you were upset about what your dad had said earlier the day, because you were pretty talkative to his sisters. Then he wondered if it was because you knew he was around now that had you so quiet.

You listened to everyone when they were talking, you were so quiet and polite that Rafe wondered if he should be worried. Or if he had the right to be worried.

“Rafe, you should show cupcake the new boat.” Ward suggested, randomly. You almost laughed at the suddenness of it. Rafe as well. In highschool it had been no secret to the two of you that Ward thought you would make the perfect couple. You weren’t sure why he was so intent on it, but he used any instance to push the two of you together romantically, and you’re guessing since it didn’t work in highschool then he was back to his old shenanigans now that you were older.

That’s how you ended up walking on the dock with him so late. “I see your dad still hasn’t learned how to be subtle.” You can’t help your laugh when Rafe sends you a knowing grin. “No he has not.” He agrees.

“None of the girls you;ve been bringing home up to par, Cameron?” You ask playfully, knowing that since you've been back there had been no shortage of girls talking about how fine Rafe was now.

“Something like that.” Rafe grins bashfully. He stops in front of a boat that’s fancier than any other boat you’d ever seen. Offering you his hand after he steps on it. You can’t help but admire him when he isn’t paying attention.

“God, you’re so different now.” You find yourself saying, not even referring to his looks but instead his personality. Rafe’s cheeks heat up and for a moment without thinking, he believes you’re going to point out everything that’s deficient in him. When you notice the look on his face, you launch into explaining.

“Not in a bad way at all. You’re just so… tame. You used to be so wired all the time, but now you’re more secure and you seem to be so much calmer. Do you feel calmer?” You ask curiously.

You don’t notice the way your eyes bore into Rafe’s as you study him. “Sometimes.” He answers, which is not really the answer you’re looking for but you don’t press for him to elaborate.

“Do you… Do you still hear the voices?” You ask, your voice a whisper now. Rafe isn’t shocked by the question, he knew that you had them.

“Sometimes.” he repeats, but it’s your turn to feel shy at the way he’s staring at you, especially when you notice that you’re still holding his hand.

“What do they say?” Rafe looks away from you before staring back with the same intensity from before.

He thought looking away would help the ache in his chest, but it only started to hurt for a different reason.

“They mostly just miss you.” The words render you speechless and for a moment you wonder if you’re dreaming. Until you feel his thumb tenderly rub your cheek and you realize your imagination was never big enough for you to dream that.

“Oh.”

“Mhm” He hums, The both of you not saying a word for a minute before he’s back at it.

“You’re so pretty.” he states, and with the way he’s staring at you, you know he means it. Rafe feels like his brain has gone to mush and he’s not completely sure what happened but the filter between his brain and mouth has disappeared and he’s not really mad about it seeing the way you melt.

“Well you’ve always been pretty. I guess I’m just seeing you differently now.” But Rafe knows that's a lie because just like you’ve always been pretty, he’s always known.

You wonder where his chattiness is coming from and you can’t help but hope it never goes away.Especially if this is how he’s gonna talk to you.

“You’re pretty too.” You mumble.

“Yeah?” This time when Rafe’s thumb brushes across your face it’s your lips.

“Mhm.” You hum, dazed by his closeness.

“Can I.. kiss you?” Rafe asks, not really hesitant. But worried about where he was going with all this.

“Please do.”

When your lips collided you weren’t sure where to place your hands, until you felt his. He was everywhere. So were you.

He kissed you like he’d been waiting all ten years to do it, but you know that isn’t true because for at least four of those he was sure you had cooties.

You weren’t sure when your back hit the wall of the boat but Rafe seemed to be aware because he pulled his lips off yours like it pained him. Still caging you in, as the two of you panted against each other.

“I wasn’t supposed to do that.” Rafe says, not to you but to himself. When he sees the look on your face he’s quick to clarify.

“I’m not supposed to be in any sort of… romantic relationship for a year out of rehab.” He feels embarrassed at his choice of wording. Wondering if he jumped the gun with his use of the words romantic, but knowing he didn’t when he sees the relief on your face.

“That’s okay. That’s important.” You tell him.

“Mhm.” Rafe nods but you can tell he’s not really thinking. His fingers tracing the shape of your lips again, as he wipes the smeared lip gloss.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks absentmindedly.

“When your year is up.” Rafe sighs at your answer, his head dropping into the crook of your neck.

#rafe cameron #fantasylandloserfic #rafe x reader #soft!rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #outer banks #obx fic #rafe cameron fluff

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irkimatsu · 3 months ago

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Ok but... imagine Husk getting jealous of your Husk plushie? lol (or maybe one that Angel says looks a lot like him but why would you have one like that lol).

(slight overshare but I'm totally not sending you this because I have the same one - only one of the smaller ones - and hugging him and rubbing him against my chest while I used my vibrator the other night was like... the best orgasm I've had in months lol)

-Salem

I got this ask while I was getting ready to leave the hotel and go home and it's been swimming in my brain for hours~

In-universe, I don't see where Reader would get a Husk plush specifically, but I'm sure it's easy enough to find a store somewhere that sells cat plushes in general, including an adorably scruffy tuxedo cat. What's wrong with buying the plush? It's cute, and super cuddly! You have no further reason than that to pick the one you did!

...no further reason you're actively admitting to yourself, anyway.

Angel, of course, immediately catches on and will not stop making comments on the plush. "Looks like a certain bartender! Why would you buy a plush when we've got the real thing right here? I bet he'd love to keep you company... especially when you're in bed~"

"Shut up, Legs."

You find yourself carrying the plush around everywhere you go in the hotel, as long as holding it won't make things awkward. It comes to bonding exercises with you, cuddled snugly against your chest as you and the rest of the hotel exchange stories and watch movies together.

"Damn," Angel says with a smirk as he watches you hug the plush's face against your breasts during a movie night. "Lucky plush."

Husk really hopes you don't catch him staring. That plush is lucky... this isn't the first time he's thought that. He's had plenty of time to imagine himself sitting in front of you, the back of his head nuzzled against your chest or stomach, as you gently squeeze his hands or pet his fur...

The plush's current position, though, he can't look at for very long. Can't have his body's reaction making this gathering awkward.

Eventually you finally find yourself admitting it; you wish that the plush was Husk, and soon, your thoughts while you hold it aren't so innocent. You figure out the cologne Husk wears, or at least a close enough equivalent. You buy a bottle of your own and sneak it into your room, hoping that no one notices or asks questions. You spray a bit onto the plush and bury your face into it, and soon your imagination is going wild... it's not long before this becomes your favorite way to masturbate, holding the plush close and savoring the scent and texture while using your favorite toy on yourself. Kissing it, nuzzling it, holding it to your breast, wishing with everything you have that it was the real thing.

You know you should be subtle with the cologne so no one else will notice, but every time you reapply it, you find yourself craving more. After a while, Husk will pass by, and wonder what the hell that smell is coming from your room - it's way too masculine to be a fragrance you'd use on yourself. Do you have company in there? That thought upsets him more than he's willing to admit.

...wait, isn't that the same stuff he uses?

Before he has time to figure out what that means, he hears your voice, so low and needy. "Huuusk... oh Husk..."

You don't bring the plush downstairs anymore unless you're sure the scent has mostly worn off, and the rest of the hotel attributes any lingering scent to Husk, with no suspicion on you. Even Husk himself had become nose-blind enough to his own fragrance to notice that he wasn't the only one in the lobby to smell that way.

But now he knows. He can tell that the scent is coming off that plush of yours... and now he knows why recently, you've spent so much time burying your face into it and taking deep breaths.

Maybe it's finally time for him to offer you more than a plush could ever give you.

@hazbinshusk

#irk blubbers about nothing #irk got asked a thing #irk talks to strangers #irk huskposts

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maximotts · 2 years ago

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𝙻𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚠𝚘; 𝙰 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝

a/n: Wanda, you sweet baby bean, I'm sorry people suck. That's all I've gotta say about this chapter uhm... please don't yell at me too much, I promise it's all going to be So Fine

✎— priest's daughter!Wanda x college student!reader

✎— confessions AU; a surprise over lunch leads you to spend a lot more time with Wanda. You like her and she does as well, but not everyone is happy about your new friend

✎— warnings: this is an 18+ series, minors DNI; I've said before since turning this into a series we're going to have a slower, more subtle corruption kink so: mentions of handsiness/groping, Wanda being a shy yearning gay, R being a terrible student, bullying, jealousy, Wanda shedding a tear because my friends seem to think I need to make that a warning

✎— words: 5.5k

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Even with your lunch offer, Wanda couldn’t bring herself to let you do all the work; after picking up sandwiches from her favorite deli, she directed you down the block to her -and apparently, your- apartment building. When realization set in, the two of you had a laugh until you suggested going to your unit.

“You’re serious?”

“What, afraid I’m luring you into my apartment to have my way with you?” Wanda didn’t respond to that, just shook her head as you quickly discovered she did whenever she was talking herself out of a thought. Oh what you’d give to see what was running through that imagination. “Such a good girl, not trusting strangers, but I don’t bite, I promise. We can go to yours instead?”

She had to have told you her apartment number along the way because you’d gotten there with ease, guiding her down the hall with a hand on her back, but two simple words made her forget the whole walk. Wanda was a good kid, an amazing student, she’d heard words of encouragement so many times over the years— none of it affected her how it had earlier.

If you noticed her nerves, you were gracious enough not to point them out even as she carelessly dropped her bag to the floor and ran to the bathroom, shutting the door tight. Wanda calmed herself with a splash of water and a quick talking to, reminding to keep it together. This wasn’t a date, it wasn’t anything, it was lunch. All this meant was you were a decent enough human not to stoop to the level of an overgrown schoolyard bully and feeling bad doesn’t make them a friend. Certainly didn’t mean she had a chance with you.

That rationale didn’t stop her from talking out her nerves in the form of oversharing.

From that, you learned a lot about Wanda. She’s a twin, the younger one as her brother Pietro so often loved to remind her. They were close, but when it came time to choose colleges, he decided on another university in the next state over— mostly because of a very generous track scholarship he was offered. She nearly went with him, wanting to take advantage of their massive literature program, but their father said it’d break his heart if both of them left and Wanda, darling daughter that she is, caved and attended a more local school.

Part of her compromise was being allowed her apartment. Leaving home to live off-campus by herself was an instant no, but for once, Wanda pushed. It was around the same cost of any room and board fees and she had the freedom she insisted on having. Partially to live away from home, but mostly because the possibility of rooming with one of her childhood enemies was high and she’d rather go without college than deal with that stress.

“I raised such a fuss that night, Pietro thought I’d lost my mind. It’s worth it, I think. I like it here.” Here in what turned out to be your shared building, blaming different schedules on why you’d never run into the other. In the end, her dad could rarely hold firm against Wanda’s puppy dog eyes and constant pleas and she won the small space now filled with various plants and cozy furnishings.

“Well, I for one, am very happy to find out the cute girl I’ve been wanting to talk to only lives a few floors away.” You said it so casually, like it was easy as chewing your ham and cheese sandwich to call her cute. It wasn’t helping that she’s just being nice mantra Wanda had going in her head to keep her calm.

While you ate, Wanda searched for any other reason you’d be so flirtatious and came up empty. Still, she couldn’t discount her inexperience for how she perceived your wanting to have lunch, your compliments, even the comment about asking her to dinner could’ve just been a passing joke she hung on to too seriously. She’d never been allowed to date, not that it mattered with how she got treated like the plague, and she didn’t know the first thing about well, anything. Somehow Pietro fared much better in that sense, sneaking out and rebelling any chance he could.

Some nights when she couldn’t sleep, Wanda would catch him stumbling out of the woods that bordered their backyard and tired as she was, helped him climb through the window, questioning him all the while about his disheveled clothes and the glittery lip gloss smeared along his neck. “Stop being dad’s golden child and maybe you’ll find out one day.” Wanda never was bold enough to try nor did she like the options to try with. None of her classmates were interesting enough to be worth getting in trouble for.

The few times she did go out, the situation got the better of her and she had more anxiety than rowdiness. Wanda tried, really she did, there was just so much to remember: how to drink, who to drink with, the perfect things to say and no matter what, she always came up short. Then came that dreadful night after junior prom; her fatal mistake— distressed to the point of tears, Wanda called her father to pick her up, not thinking how not parent-approved the activities swirling around were. His appearance and the subsequent adult discourse at church the next morning solidified her status as Westview’s pious snitch. Ultimately, as much as she hated talking about it, even after Pietro took her side and offered to take matters into his own hands, she didn’t regret it for one day.

Opportunities to act out quickly dropped to zero after that incident. College was supposed to be better, new people and new surroundings, maybe a whole new her if she could figure out how to upgrade, but the proximity to her hometown made the past three years an extended high school. And then, there you were, shiny and brand new, straight out of her prayers— but they got to you first.

Wanda resigned herself to staring at you in class, watching you text under the table with Carol Danvers who’d given you her number almost as soon as you’d first sat in your chair. If you’d been in the front of the class, she’d have slipped you her number instead; that’s what she told herself at least. Everyone else was too fast and forward, and Wanda didn’t stand a chance when everyone’s classes overlapped as much as they did. Each time Wanda caught you looking back at her, she turned away so fast she missed your smile or the silent waves you tried sending her way, too afraid to see if you’d regard her with the same disdain your new acquaintances offered.

There weren’t a lot of people in class today; the middle of the semester meant burn out was creeping in, students skipped more now, but you were there in your usual spot, empty seats all around. If you weren’t always cutting your arrival so short, Wanda could’ve moved next to you, but class began and, not wanting to disrupt, she stayed put. Those next ninety minutes were the most distracted she’d been her entire college career, solidifying exactly how she’d introduce herself, act cool and collected while she gave you her handwritten phone number, written and rejected countless times over so Wanda could draw the little heart at the end just right. She’d been so close too, just feet away from your desk; Brock always had a way of ruining even her best laid plans.

“Earth to Wanda, where’d you go?”

“Huh?” The poor girl had been staring much too intently at her crumpled sandwich wrapper for the last few minutes, having decided she wasn’t listening when she didn’t react after your suggestion to run away and buy an RV. Wanda was adorable when she zoned off, playing with her rings absentmindedly and spinning them around her fingers, but you did wonder where she flew off to. “Sorry, I got distracted.”

“Clearly…” Gathering any lingering trash gave Wanda a task away from your watchful gaze, wiping off the table with another mumbled apology before skipping off to the kitchen. She took a deep breath, steadying herself against what to do now that she’d gotten this far. Her plan only went as far as exchanging phone numbers, maybe putting the digits in your phone if she was brave enough, but you’d skipped that stage and gotten straight to the apartment hangouts and she was… lost.

Luckily for Wanda, you had no problem taking charge. The moment she returned to the living room, you took hold of her arm and pulled her down until she was finally sitting right next to you instead of her far off spot. All of lunch she’d been far away and selfishly, you missed how close you’d been when you walked earlier. Now with Wanda’s thigh brushing against yours, you could see each one of her little reactions intimately. “What’s going on in that head?”

“I was thinking about earlier and got carried away, nothing important.” Wanda shook her head again, hoping to settle at least a fraction of the blush that’d overtaken her face, but when she tried to pull her hand away from yours, you held tight. As much as she loved the feeling of your warm, steady hand wrapped around her cold and shaky one, Wanda feared growing too used to it too fast and having to fight not seeking out your touch from then on.

“If it’s got you this frazzled, it’s gotta be some kind of important. You can tell me, I promise.” You almost wondered aloud who you’d tell, but she didn’t need to be reminded of who you talked to. Not that you’d ever say anything, no, mostly you just wanted to see Wanda all sweet and flustered, committing the sight to memory on the off chance she kept her distance after today.

She stared hard, judging your sincerity before deciding whether or not she’d lie or divulge the truth. Unpracticed as she was with this, Wanda wasn’t an idiot; this afternoon was nice, but she couldn’t blurt out her crush only a few hours after your first official meeting. She could tell half-truths, thoughts buzzing in her brain that ranked lower on the exposure scale to hopefully not scare you away. “Well.. you know how I tried talking to you in class?”

You nodded, politely letting her continue, and Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, trying painfully hard not to think about your thumb rubbing over the back of her hand. It was a small gesture, obviously, but it meant everything to Wanda who’d never been on the receiving end of such gentle reassurance. “I’d been waiting to do that since the first week of class.”

So you weren’t imagining her sneaking glances at each class; good to know you could still sense when someone was into you. Most girls tended to talk way before Wanda did and you started wondering if your attraction to her made her small acknowledgments into something a lot bigger than it actually was. “Why didn’t you?”

“Someone else always got there first.” The truth was embarrassing. As isolated as Wanda had been, she didn’t actively dislike most of her peers. It was that one particular group you hung out with that seemed to go out of their way to not only make Wanda’s life hell, but also warn anyone they possibly could away from ever giving her a chance. She grew up being taught hateful behavior only bred more hate, that it wasn’t polite or productive, but if there was anyone she hated, it was them.

When she saw you with Brock and Carol and the rest of their tiring friend group, she nearly cursed aloud, strangely mad that of all the transfers, they had to get you too— it wasn’t fair. In her defense, Wanda gave ignoring you a good, honest try, but every time she saw you wander through the door, she wanted to be the one who waved you over, who sat with you and leaned in close or put a flirtatious little kiss on your cheek. “You seemed..busy.”

Finally, once the jealousy threatened to consume her alive, she did change course, ignoring you wasn’t working so why not try talking? Worst case scenario, you tell her to shoo or get lost; painful, but nothing she hadn’t heard before. When she heard Brock talking about her, the brunette swore she felt her heart drop into her stomach, any hope she had of possibly getting close to you just… dashed in an instant. She had to pack her stuff quickly, not because she was afraid, but because she felt so embarrassed she knew she’d cry if she heard another word of that conversation.

“I’m not stupid, I know they talk about me. They don’t really try to hide how they feel.” Wanda’s laugh held a bitter edge, laced with the defeat of someone who knew what to expect when trying to make new friends. “I just- I didn’t want to interfere or get you involved with any of their weird… whatever and.. I don’t know, it didn’t seem like it’d go over well to talk to you when you’re already friends with them.”

At first you laughed, disbelieving Wanda could ever think you were off limits just because you’d spent a month or so interacting with people who, admittedly, weren’t the greatest, but one look at Wanda’s troubled face showed she was all too serious. “I can talk to more than one person, you know!”

You weren’t the type to blindly follow everything someone said, preferring to make your own judgements, and after a few hours with Wanda you could tell that, just as expected, she truly wasn’t as bad as everyone made her out to be. Shy and reserved, sure, but you couldn’t count those as bad qualities. Not when she was just as gentle, funny, and kind as you’d imagined she’d be.

“It’s always more than just one person talking or inviting you somewhere or shoving their phone in your face asking you to text them…” The last part was mumbled, but you caught it all the same. Her earlier confirmed watching combined with that last comment had the last piece sliding into place so perfectly in your head, you’re sure you heard a snap.

Wanda didn’t just want to say hi, she wanted what she saw; flirtatious texts, low-spoken promises of naughty after class activities— not that Wanda knew that’s what she was asking for. Sweet thing… you’d show her how it all worked.

“Can I tell you a secret?” You beckoned her closer with a finger and she leant in with innocent curiosity, shivering as you came to whisper in her ear. “I’d rather text you so I’d like your number, if you don’t mind.”

It was the truth; sure you messed around with one of two girls since being here, but none of them stopped you wanting the darling girl in front of you. The longer you sat with her, the more you wanted to know and not just to sleep with her. Not that Wanda would probably let you right away; she didn’t have to say it for you to know she was virginal as a little lamb.

Your lips brushed against her cheek, the barest hint of a kiss, but it stunned Wanda all the same. She pulled back, searching for her phone much more intently than needed to play off how affected she really was. “Does that mean you want to have lunch again?”

“I want to do a lot more than just have lunch with you but..” Eventually you gave Wanda your own phone to give the poor girl something to do where she was not so subtly scrambling. When she handed you hers, you punched your number in and as she took it back, you watched her sign your name off with a set of hearts. How precious. “Yes, if you want to?”

Wanda agreed perhaps a little too eagerly, but she couldn’t stop herself planning your next lunch date complete with food she made herself. She really hoped you liked homemade things. “Absolutely!”

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

And so it went like that for the following weeks, walking around campus with Wanda and having lunch together when you were both free, going to her apartment multiple times a week to collaborate on school things or just to talk to her. Whatever you were doing, Wanda was a pleasure to be around and she never complained when you copied her answers on homework or came over just to lay on her couch and watch movies.

For Wanda’s part, she might as well have been in heaven; having someone to spend time with regularly was nicer than she remembered. Of course, growing up, she had Pietro, but this was different. You made her laugh just as much as he did, but you didn’t torment her nearly as much, and the big difference, obviously, was that she most certainly did not want to kiss her brother.

When she showed up to your apartment door with a box of heart-shaped sandwiches, she felt silly, but the moment your face lit up when you laid eyes on them… she wanted to drop the food and kiss you until you fell to the floor.

But she’d always wanted her first kiss to be special, memorable and at least pleasant; it couldn’t be over a stupid sandwich in a doorway. So Wanda waited until.. well, until she felt the time was right to politely ask.

You made her nervous, not in the frightened way others had, but with a giddy, butterflies in her stomach feeling that left Wanda always wanting more. If you’d asked Wanda a few months ago, she’d say her ideal romance was to be blissfully swept off her feet like she’d seen in movies, brought flowers, chocolates, and lovingly courted until she finally says yes— meeting you through all of that out her balcony window. For the first time in her life, Wanda wanted what she’d seen her peers get ever since hormones descended over her sixth grade class. She craved casually possessive hugs and touches, that anticipated first kiss… special private time she’d stumbled upon during late-night internet browsing.

The first one thankfully Wanda didn’t have to wait for.

Startling as it was the next day when you not only walked with Wanda to class, but traded your spot in the back of the class to coax her to sit off to the side, she didn’t complain. How could she when you insisted sitting next to her made class more bearable; whether it was true or not, Wanda couldn’t know, but she didn’t care, the compliment made her blush every time.

A chair next to the top student should’ve meant you paid more attention, but it was the opposite. Before you’d watched Wanda from afar, now with her close, you couldn’t help but stare longer, much more intrigued with how she bit her tongue whenever she concentrated than anything your professors taught.

Even more since you’d begun vying for her attention during class, Wanda liked to ask questions of them after lectures were done, getting clarification for anything she couldn’t pick up in the discussion. Jokingly, you called her a nerd, but you took her notes to study from all the same so you figured the least you could do was hang back and wait for her— the perfect opportunity for Carol to strike up a conversation.

“She wheeled you right on in, didn’t she?” The blonde also went to school with Wanda and while she wasn’t ever directly antagonistic towards your new friend, she’d never made an effort to include her either. To you Carol was nice enough; if you were being honest, you hadn’t given it much thought whenever you fell into bed with her.

Hanging out with Wanda meant abandoning your typical seat next to Carol in your Wednesday morning class and while you missed her sharp banter and the silly drawings she snuck in the corners of your notebooks, nothing beat sliding your arm around Wanda and toying with her skirt under the desk. She didn’t fully know what you were up to, grew squirmy as she felt the room’s chill on her thighs, but even when you pinched at her hips, Wanda didn’t want to cause a class disruption by protesting.

Not that you and Carol hadn’t done the same, but Wanda’s reactions were so pure and sweet, just like her. Carol was fun, but Wanda was something else entirely and you actually wanted to get to know her. The brunette was easy to be around in a way you couldn’t remember experiencing and where Wanda didn’t go out of her way to mention your first friend group, you didn’t miss the judgemental looks Carol shot Wanda’s way whether the brunette’s back was turned or not. “It’s easy when you’re not an asshole. Try it sometime.”

She brushed off your comment, sliding further in your line of sight until she blocked your view of Wanda at the podium. What you two shared might’ve not been serious, but losing your situationship to someone like Wanda was an ego hit Carol refused to believe was actually real. “I’m having a party on Saturday. You’re coming.”

“Guess I’ll cancel my plans…” The singular party of Carol’s you’d been to was a riot. Admittedly, you didn’t remember much besides large hits from shared pre-rolls and waking up in her bed the next morning with a pleasurable ache between your legs, but even after stumbling back to your apartment with a throbbing headache, you were more than excited at the prospect of going to another. Coincidentally, that particularly reckless night was days before you first talked to Wanda and now, only a few weeks later, you hesitated.

“Is anyone invited?” You searched over Carol’s shoulder to find Wanda still chatting away, dutifully scribbling down something your professor was referring to. You couldn’t imagine she’d be upset if you went at all; Wanda might even appreciate a Saturday night to herself after you’d wormed your way into her plans week after week. It was you who didn’t want to go to the party without her.

Both of you knew the singular ‘anyone’ you were referring to, and Carol’s expression soured. “I said I’m having a party, not bible study.”

Sam walked over then, the large guy you’d met at orientation having also made fast friends with the people who threw the best after hours get-togethers. He was nice enough, louder than his roommate Steve, but always a fun time. “Come on, Danvers, she can’t be that bad. Besides, isn’t her dad like, an hour away now?”

Word really did travel fast on this campus. Even new kids retained personal facts about the girl who didn’t know the first thing about them, but Sam was another one who hadn’t bought into the group verdict on Wanda and for that, you were grateful. If you did bring Wanda along, you thankfully wouldn’t be the only one looking out for her. Not that you planned on letting her out of your sight. “I doubt she’d call the police.”

“Doesn’t sound like something I’d want to chance.” She wouldn’t get grounded like she had back in high school, but violating the lease on the house she and her friends rented wasn’t in the cards either. Catching sight of Wanda making her way back over to where the three of you gathered, she nudged your shoulder and you felt a heavy lump in your throat. The last thing you wanted was to be caught talking about her, much less make her believe you were plotting anything malicious.

Carol was well aware of your growing soft spot in the past few weeks, taking note how you instantly shifted focus away from Wanda whenever someone dared bring her up in your presence; it’d almost be sweet if she didn’t hate her. And so, instead of cutting the chat short, Carol waited until she was sure Wanda was within earshot, “If she ruins anything, it’s on you.”

Wanda, reticent as she was, strolled right up to you with a smile, but your stunned face made her brow furrow. She knew she’d been the topic of conversation, both having caught the tail end of Carol’s conditions and gauging the apprehension you regarded her with.

“Look who it is, missionary of the hour…” Carol mumbled, Sam only getting a fraction of his snicker out before you shut him up with a warning glare.

With a nervous breath, you tried playing it off, but the blonde’s icy temperament was impossible to mask, “We were just talking about this thing Carol’s got going on Saturday, but it’s a party so…”

Wanda nodded, ignoring the other woman completely, which only made her stew further. Honestly whatever was said wouldn’t be anything new; she did have a terrible reputation for disrupting parties and she was far past expecting to be wanted there. The hesitation didn’t bother her, but Carol did; if she could come out on top just once, she’d die happy.

So this time, instead of being forced to watch Carol flirt with you and exchange texts in class, Wanda was the one who’d spent hours getting to know you and the last lecture blushing through your teasing, pushing you away when you got too handsy, giggling into her hands when you told her something especially funny; she knew, on some undescribed level, you liked her better.

Maybe that’s where the confidence to link her arm with yours and press a chaste kiss into your temple stemmed from, “Well, I love parties! We have to go!”

If your eyes weren’t already wide enough to fall out of your head, they certainly were now. The blonde’s eyes narrowed, darting between the two of you while Sam, loud as ever, laughed at the clear and present tension between the two women on either side of you. “Last thing: Don’t let her wear anything like…” Carol gestured to Wanda, dressed in a light floral dress and one of her favorite cozy sweaters, “that. I’m not having a church social.”

Wanda’s grip loosened at the insult, brief confidence struck down as fast as it’d come, but you didn’t let her fall away completely, winding your arms around her midsection. “I told her she should wear this sweater today. But don’t worry, she’ll look even cuter than she normally does.” Scooting the stunned girl closer until she was snug between your legs, you kissed her cheek and gave her a squeeze of reassurance.

When Wanda didn’t move a singular muscle, shoulders still slumped, you wished there was a hug tight enough to say I’m sorry I let them hurt you again. “See you Saturday!”

You never did thrive amidst conflict, preferring to sit back and let any drama go by far away from you, but it wasn’t fair staying silent when Wanda could barely stand up for herself. Whether it was your defense of Wanda’s outfit choice or your protective hold you kept, your defense was enough to get Carol to roll her eyes and back off for now, “Fine whatever, I’ll text you the details later.”

Sam left you with a pat on the back, shaking his head at the tension he happened to stumble in on and couldn’t wait to tell Steve and Bucky, “Way to stand up for your girl, kiddo, well done.”

“Don’t call me kiddo! You’re maybe six months older than me, and she’s not my— fuck, whatever.” He was jogging out the door before you could correct him, but you dropped your arms anyway and Wanda tried to ignore the loss she felt. She longed to admit she needed at minimum five more minutes of that hug to truly keep her tears at bay, but she couldn’t ask.

It was bad enough you had to lie about picking her sweater; Wanda threw it on not only because it kept her warm in the often chilly lecture halls, but Pietro bought it for her years ago for her birthday and the familiar fabric kept her calm. She wore the sweater and her current dress often enough for the outfit to be considered a wardrobe staple, Carol saw it constantly; there was no way she didn’t know how pointed her insult was. “Sorry about that…”

Wanda half expected you to run after Carol, trying to smooth things over with her for the sake of preserving whatever you two had that Wanda threatened. Instead she found her hand loosely caught in yours, thumb rubbing over it just as you had the first day she shared her anxieties, and when dim green eyes traveled from your touch to your face, she saw concern so genuine Wanda wanted to fall back into your arms and sob. Not only for herself, but for you and how much of a burden she feared she was already becoming. Her family always dubbed her the crybaby and she couldn’t deny it; of the three of them, Wanda was the first to let her eyes go watery. The only thing worse than dealing with what you’d just witnessed would be having to console the crying mess of your new friend.

But you wouldn’t have minded, not one bit. “Don’t apologize when you didn’t do anything wrong. That’s not fair,” You spotted her frown and longed to ask her what you could do to help, but as soon as you opened your mouth, Wanda pulled away.

She was quick to replace her sad expression with another smile, pushing your forgotten books into your now empty hands. If you didn’t watch her so much, the sudden change wouldn’t mean anything, but the smile she was trying so hard to pass off didn’t reach her eyes— it wasn’t real. “You’re going to be late for class again, get moving.”

“Well yeah, but…” Clearly, Wanda was deflecting again, you’d be a fool to miss the nervous way she hugged herself tight as if she could hide the knee length dress she’d walked out of her apartment in so happily just hours ago. Choosing the sweater wasn’t a lie, but what you thought about her look wasn’t; Wanda dressed in a comfortable yet sweet style you found wholly endearing. “Are you alright? I didn’t mean for all that to happen, I only wanted to ask if I could bring you along.”

The brunette scoffed loudly and in the interest of not making the situation any worse, you ignored how her voice cracked, “I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”

“Right okay, I just- I’ll see you later then? If you’re up for it?” If Wanda didn’t want to talk about it now, maybe this afternoon she’d be up to discuss and unfortunately, she was right. You only had about ten minutes now to rush across the courtyard to your next lecture; no time to argue with her. It was too early in the semester to routinely skip all of your classes.

Wanda joined you to the door, hands tight around her backpack strap. The walk was short, too short; you hated leaving her to fend for herself when she was obviously still upset. You’d make it up to her later, maybe ask her favorite movie and bring over pizza to watch it with her. For now, resolved to be on time, you left her with a hurried wave and a clumsy sprint that admittedly did make her chuckle just a little, “You know where to find me!”

With you gone, tears pricked at the corners of her eyes and Wanda wiped them away with the knit sleeve of the sweater she couldn’t stand wearing right now. It was too cold out to only have her shoulders exposed, but she tore it off anyways, bundling it as small as she could in her clammy palms.

She walked briskly, destination clear, but for once, she wasn’t going home. Any other time, Wanda would’ve been polite enough to text ahead and assure she was welcome, but the harder it got to hold back a full cry, the less she worried about etiquette. If anyone could tell her what to do, how to proceed, anything… it was them.

From the class schedules they’d shared with her at the beginning of the year, they should be in; Wanda hoped their ‘you’re welcome whenever you want some company, no questions asked’ sentiment held true just this once.

The route home seemed endless, late summer breezes stinging her blotched cheeks; she looked a mess and she knew it, her frazzled appearance driving her to practically run down her apartment floor hall. Wanda knocked on the door just a few doors down from her own, the one she hated to bother but loved being in all the same, “I know it’s the middle of the day, but I really need your help, please?”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff series #wanda maximoff imagine #marvel imagine #confessions au.#motts writes.#maximotts

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rineedagger · 7 months ago

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I am sorry, but I don't have time to fight and treat dead things like if they were alive. I'll be the bad one you decide: The bad friend who gave up out of spite (in spite of trying to keep it real, ours), or the bad friend who uses "mental illness" to excuse all the crap.

I won't keep investing when there are no ears to listen the aches of my side. I will maintain my feet on my belief, where oversharing and overexplaining are just as painful and nonsensical as trying to validate myself based of your level (and choosing) of understanding.

Is it even fair to not respect what you can't seem to understand? Wait, I'm remembering just now about how badly we talked behind our friend's back, yeah, the one with a serious mental illness that bothered you just as much because she didn't fit inside your narrowed sight.

Do you expect me to believe that you don't think the same about me, when I've been scolded for been sick? Specially after trying to make me feel bad for "not writing you every day or night" just like "true friends are supposed to do" or "social people does", almost like if there is only one way to do it right.

I deleted all my alibis, forwith I don't seek to be right. I just want to live a healthy, humble and authentic life, and I will never ask you to change for that. I'll leave or I'll stay, but never demand you what doesn't come from your insides.

And yes, I can change my mind and my heart as much as I decide. I don't need anyone's permission for that. Hell, I can't conceive a life without doing that. I am who I am now, but there has been many more, and I am proud for that.

There is only one person who deserves to cut my tongue and keep my mouth shut. To kneel for and apologize (yes, I've been mean and unkind). And it isn't your eyes the ones the ones that come to mind.

I am sorry to be so personal this time. Yes, I've been unkind, but I'll remain loyal to my heart.

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sweetcaress-oceanblue · 2 years ago

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☆Number - Jack Mercer x Reader

☆ idc Jack Mercer doesn’t have enough fanfics so I’m here to serve justice.

☆Would recommend listening to ‘You Can Be The Boss’ by Lana Del Rey

Content: Mentions of drugs alcohol, suggestive language, mentions of gang violence

~و✧…彡☆ - btw pretend Jack survived x

彡☆ 2005 19:36PM

‘This job is honestly ass’ I said to my most common customer, and closest friend, Sofi. It was true, I hated my job, it was a fucking shithole, I mean it was a dingy bar in the rough parts of Detroit, a little girl’s dream clearly.

‘Aye (name) don’t be so silly, it pays the bills, and plus, you get a lot of guys working here.’ She wasn’t wrong, I mean it did pay the bills after all but the amount of guys that I didn’t want? Uncountable.

‘I know Sof’, but they’re all ugly most of the time, plus, when they’re that pissed out of their minds, ‘no’ doesn’t compute easy, they got determination I’ll say that. Gets me a few tips I suppose.’ I laughed, cleaning the nearby table where Sofi sat. ‘Speaking of guys, can’t believe you’re seeing that Angel Mercer again!’ I asked, sitting next to her and nudging her shoulder.

‘I don’t like the way you said ‘Again’ but at least I have a man. Though, how old are you now?’ She asked, smiling at the ground when she answered about Angel, absolutely smitten, is the only words I could describe her.

‘Twentyyy... one?’ I questioned myself as I pulled out my ID, just double checking I was actually 21.

‘You really think that checking your ID is going to help? How many fake IDs did you have when you were 17 to get cigarettes?’ Me and Sofi go back to when I was 17 and freshly moved to America, she lived in the apartment next to me and we’d been best friends since she welcomed me into the new apartment.

‘Shut up girl, this is a real one, and I am right I’m 21.’ I laughed, smacking my ID on the table.

‘Okay okay, anywho, Angel has a brother, Jack who’s the same age as you, and he got shot recently, he’s getting out of hospital today and a little birdie told me him and his brothers are coming here in an hour or so to celebrate.’ She suggested, walking over to the bar.

‘Oh yeah? Well from what you’ve told me the birdie is actually quite big.’ I smirk as I pour myself a pint from the tap, Sofi hit me on my arm, telling me to shut up in Spanish. I love Sofi but she loves to overshare about her sex life, but it’s fun to mess with her about it.

…彡☆ 19:54PM

A few moments passed, as me and Sofi just talked about random things, about how crazy it was that Victor Sweet had finally been killed, what Sofi wanted to do career wise etc. When all of a sudden, a bunch of loud men burst through the door, as I recognise a very familiar face.

‘Jerry!’

‘(Name)! What’s goin’ on baby?’ He said as he approached the bar, politely shaking my hand, Jerry was like a big brother to me, always nice and fair.

‘Nothin’ much, your wife know you here? I can call her right now if she don’t.’

‘Nah she knows, I’m truthful to my lady, and seeing as I’m so truthful, can we get a few rounds free?’

I laughed and nodded saying as long as I got tipped I’d give them whatever.

‘Bullshit Jerry, we all keep secrets here.’ A bloke in leather, with a goatee sort of thing going on says, laughing and hitting his back.

‘Man shut the fuck up before I woop yo’ white ass. (Name), these are my brothers Bobby, Jack and Angel, I guess you’re already acquainted with Angel here.’

‘Yeah man, it’s hard not to know who Angel is when all I hear in my apartment is those two getting it on.’ I say, lighting a cigarette whilst directioning my hand to Sofi and Angel.

Then I looked at Jack, and all I thought was ‘Damn he’s fine’.

‘So you lovely ladies want tables or are you gonna keep me company and sit at the bar?’

‘I think the guys are alright with sitting at the bar, right guys?’ Jerry said, asking his brothers, they all nodded and agreed as they took seats at the bar.

‘Can I get a beer?’ The one who I assumed was Bobby, asked.

‘Can you be specific, Guiness? Heineken? A pint? Half-pint? And I don’t know maybe a please?’ I chuckled, directioning to the amount of beers there were to choose from

‘She had you on that one Bobby, she’s very passionate about her alcohol.’ Angel said.

‘And why’s that, you an alcoholic or somethin?’

‘No, I don’t know if you can tell from the accent but it’s just from being English really.’ I could see Jack’s eyebrows raise slightly, he was really cute.

‘Ah, I don’t know man just give me a bottle of Guiness.’

‘Please?’

‘Please.’

…彡☆ 20:20PM

About half an hour passed before I finally talked to Jack, I slid down the bar, making my way to where he sat, leaving the rest of the brothers and Sofi to do whatever.

‘You’re Jack I take it?’

‘Yeah and you’re.. (name)?’

‘Indeed it is, what drink you want Jackie?’

‘I don’t mind really, can I get a cigarette? The hospital wouldn’t let me bring ‘em in.’ He laughed, god damn his laugh. I’ve known this boy for 45 minutes and I’m whipped

‘Yeah sure and I’m sorry to hear that you got shot by the way, you ‘re lucky you survived love.’ I could see him the try to hide the fact me calling him love got a reaction out of him, it’s not particularly uncommon for me to call customers love, but it’s usually older customers, just out of respect, though for him? I just said it to get a reaction.

‘Thanks, how long you been working at the bar?’

‘Not long really, few months? I’ve only been in America for a couple of years, I think four years.’ Passing him a cigarette and a lighter whilst taking a puff of my own.

‘Ah cool, how come you moved?’

‘I don’t know really, I suppose to just be with my mum, seeing as she wanted to just get away.’

‘Your parents split?’

‘Yeah but it was probably the best choice they collectively made.’ I laughed, pouring him a drink.

‘Fair enough, you do anything else other than be the only good-looking bar tender in Detroit?’ Um sir?

‘Don’t flatter me Jackie, but yeah actually, I play the bass here and there.’

…彡☆ Jack POV …彡☆

‘Don’t flatter me Jackie...’ Man, I haven’t even known her that long and I can’t help but want to take her out.

‘Ah bass? That’s cool man, I play the guitar, before I moved back to Detroit I was actually in a band, believe it or not.’ Flicking my cigarette ash in the nearby ashtray, when I had an idea. I asked her for a pen and she handed me the one in her shirt pocket.

‘I certainly believe it, but anywho I can’t concentrate on your pretty face all night, I’ll serve some other customers and I’ll be back soon.’ She said winking at me, I felt my face go so warm, Sofi definitely knew I was going red, and to my misfortune, so did Bobby.

‘Woah Jackie, did the bullet knock the fairy out of you or what?!’

‘Shut up man, you probably haven’t been flirted with in the last 10 years.’

‘Sure fairy whatever you say.’

…彡☆ 22:17PM your pov

‘Okay boys we’re gonna leave now, because for some reason I got designated driver duty so come on! You too Sofi vámanos!’ Jerry yelled, dragging Sofi and Angel by the collars of their shirts, I laughed to myself as all of the brothers continued to leave in a drunken mess, the night was full of brotherly love, teasing and intense flirting between me and Jack, as he had more drinks he got more bold with how he spoke.

I was absolutely whipped, and as Jack left, he gave me a cigarette and said,

‘Don’t light it right away.’ with a drunken but genuine smile, I responded, ‘Don’t worry Jackie I won’t, see you soon.’ and I pecked him on the cheek as I left for the room where I kept my coat to close up my shift, taking the cigarette with me.

Later in the night I was certain there was something I had forgotten to do, and then it hit me, I probably was meant to look at the cigarette or something, and then I thought, ‘Where’s the cigarette?’, and I trudged to my sofa and grabbed my coat, luckily the cig was still in my pocket.

I twizzled it in my fingers, when I saw numbers written on one side, and a note saying, ‘Call me - Jackie’ with a heart next to it on the other, that smooth motherfucker. I unravelled the cigarette, putting the nicotine in a spare pouch and attached the note to my fridge with a magnet with the intentions to call him in the morning.

…彡☆ The End!

Please let me know if you liked this, if so I might write a part 2 to it or just continue to write Jack mercer fics seeing as there just aren’t enough! Love ya x

#jack mercer #four brothers #four brothers (2005)#jack mercer x reader

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iveofficiallygonemad · 1 year ago

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Was thinking abt this post abt "professor overshare" vs "professor brick wall" with wrightworth.

Basically: Wright is prof brick wall. He seems open cuz he drops random ass lore abt his attorney days but refuses to elaborate unless they have extra time at the end of class. He usually makes it so they usually don't, but when they do it's behind the scenes investigation stuff they could learn from.

(Ex. Don't confront the murderer or you could get accused of that crime (redd white) or tazed (von karma))

All in all he Seems open but none of his students know anything about him.

Edgeworth is def prof overshare. He doesn't seem like it because he's private, but he's also an open book. His Screensaver is Pess. He has a steel samurai statue in his office. He's looking into the distance fondly (no eyebrow crease) and someone jokes he's prolly thinking about his husband (he was) and he talks about how he inspired him to change himself for the better and also re-evaluate what it means to be a prosecutor. I think he tends to go on tangents but also mentally knows where he should be in his lecture by a set time, and will quickly shut it down and go back to lecturing once he realizes. Since Logic Chess is his thing I think that for cases he was involved in he'd walk students thru his thought process and what he'd do differently now. I also think he'd inevertently drop office gossip from back then. (Ex. "I left the research library early because so and so just walked in and she was going through a messy divorce....)

The first time their students see them interact is when Wright walks into his class 10 minutes in, ans Edgeworth's Immediately like What's Going On. And Phoenix is like, "I heard that Larry's testifying at this case in 30 minutes and wanted to know if you'd go." He has lecture so no, but then he explains to the class that Larry's a mutual friend yada yada another tangent.

In my mind this during the 7 year gap where Wright not an attorney but is working to figure out who framed him and coming up w the jury system. At that point I think he'd be too cautious to "just pop in" without knowing Edgeworth's alone to work on case stuff.

Kinda like the idea of Franziska being a guest lecturer for Edgeworth. She talks about her prosecuting days and what parts of that helped her get into international law/interpol but can't talk abt the experience she gained after she got in. I think she'd roast him or Phoenix and that's how the students find out Who the other is married to lmao.

#yeah thats all i got for now #im mostly using wright for phoenix bcuz hes At Work #wrightworth

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iguessitsjustme · 3 months ago

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What’s been going on with me?

No one asked but this is the oversharing website and well. I’ve always treated my blog like my own personal diary. For those of you who know me irl, feel free to ignore. You either already know or you I’m planning on telling you when I get the chance (only you get more details then what I’ll post online). Under the cut for length and other reasons.

I debated posting this but I am incapable of shutting up and telling everyone my business. Well sort of. Obviously, I don’t go into a lot of detail but I share what I’m comfortable telling strangers online.

I had something happen roughly a month ago that massively triggered my ptsd. I also had a whole lot going on in my personal life and I decided to take a break from tumblr for about a week. That break was great. But it became clear not long after I came back from my week break that it wasn’t long enough. Now, if we’re mutuals it’s likely that you’ve noticed I haven’t exactly taken a full break from tumblr and I’ve been here lurking and liking. But I definitely took a break from posting. June and July are already extremely rough months for me mentally and there were things about being on tumblr that made me feel…not great. So I decided to take a step back for myself. I also cut down on the amount of shows I’m watching. I had to place a lot of shows on hold because I no longer had the brain space for them. I’m planning on watching them when I have the time and capacity though.

I have also been…physically ill. I don’t talk about it a whole lot on here but I am chronically ill and it doesn’t often flare up and it doesn’t often flare up bad enough to impact my life but I can honestly say that the month of July has been one of the toughest months of my life. (Please don’t worry about me, I have a rock solid support system and I am doing okay.)

But as a result of my ptsd being triggered and my mental health tanking so severely, I really sat with why tumblr was contributing to this. And I had to come to a decision. I realized that over the past few years, in an attempt to make my blog as safe a space as possible for everyone, I have turned myself into a doormat. I have said before that it is a struggle for me to be kind because my natural state of being is to be mean. So I’ve decided that I’m just gonna be myself. I am going to be mean. That’s not to say that I’m going to go out of my way to be mean and rude and cruel to people. What I mean is, I’m gonna stop pulling punches if people come to me. If you do something weird, I am going to call a spade a spade and call you on it. My motto in real life and now on tumblr is “don’t start nothing, won’t be nothing.” Before I can make my blog a safe space for others, I need to make it a safe space for me. Because I was very close to deactivating my blog and never turning back. BL tumblr can be a wonderful community and I genuinely love it with all my heart (why I am still here and did not deactivate) but dear god we all need to stop policing each other. It’s one thing to have boundaries and it’s entirely another to tell people if they don’t post the way you do, that they’re wrong. If you come on my blog, if you interact with me in some way, you do not get to control what I say, how I say it, or how I post. By all means, if I am being problematic, call me on that shit. But if all we have is a difference of opinion, you don’t get to say shit. That’s not to mean that we can’t have a difference of opinion, but if you in any way imply that I am wrong to be sharing my opinion in any way, then congrats, you’ll see what I’m like when I’m mean. (To be clear, I have a whole list of blocked people now but tumblr is shit so I still see some toxic shit here because tumblr’s blocking system is ass. and before you tell me to use xkit, I do on my laptop but that doesn’t help if I’m on my phone.)

So now that I’ve said…all that. I want to share two things from the past week or so:

I saw Deadpool & Wolverine twice. Those two did definitely fuck in that van. The soundtrack slapped and I’m not just saying that because Stray Kids has a song…somewhere…in that movie. Apparently. Also their song for the movie goes SO HARD. Check out Slash by Stray Kids and then tell me your thoughts.

Speaking of Stray Kids. I saw them at Lollapalooza yesterday! They were GREAT. I was not. I felt wholey unwell the whole time. I am too introverted, too old, and too ill for music festivals. But if you get a chance to see some clips of the performance…just think of me, in the crowd, screaming despite feeling not too hot. (And when I say ill I mean my chronic illness not that I went to a crowded place with a contagious disease). I made a new friend there and I got to see them perform so many songs live. I don’t have a lot of videos or photos of the performances because I was too busy being entranced but I will say that I didn’t know I had to see Super Bowl live until I did. I did not realize I bad I wanted it. And seeing Back Door and God’s Menu live was simply a dream come true. I was close to tears but I held back because I needed to be able to SEE.

And speaking of lolla…one of the bands I saw there (same stage as Stray Kids) is Sundial and they are just…delightful. Wonderful stage presence and a fuckton of talent and if you are looking for some new music/new artist to check out, I HIGHLY recommend. They had a new fan out of me before the first song even ended.

I don’t have much else to add. As always you are welcome to DM me, reply, or send me things to my ask box but energy will be matched. If you’re kind and understanding and approach me genuinely, we’ll get on well. I have made some truly amazing friends here. I mean this when I say that my mutuals are really some of the greatest people on the planet and they deserve all of the love in the world. I love you all so much that I couldn’t leave despite how close I came to leaving. I also would like to add that despite all of the above, I am genuinely and truly fine. I will start posting again and annoy you all with my unhinged thoughts yet again <3

#rae irl #personal post #probably the most personal post i'm gonna post on here and that's saying something #feel free to read or ignore #not my business what you do #anyway love yall i'm gonna go eat a pickle methinks

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lilpixielixie · 4 months ago

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CHAPTER SIX: Delicate | hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

"This ain't for the best, my reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me"

- Delicate, Taylor Swift

Summary: Moving to Seul wasn't something that Selene expected to do, but her broken heart and tired soul were craving for peace. She didn't even think too much about it: she simply saw an opportunity that would let her hide from the media and Hollywood for some time and took it. However, she will have to make a decision by the end of the year and she hopes that, when the time comes, the same world that was hating on her right now would forget everything. Maybe she wasn't meant to be an actress, but she was sure she wasn't meant to be loved. At least, that was what she thought before meeting an idol who wasn't treating her like a broken and pitiful person.

Words: 2.8k

Genre: actress!reader x idol!hyunjin, SLOW BURN, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut (minors dni)

Warnings: mention of past abusive relationship (physically and emotionally)

Author's note: I'm back with this chapter that is a bit longer than the others! Just to clarify some stuff: in this fic Hyunjin is bi and when you see the conversation written like this is because they're speaking korean.

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“Be honest” Selene asked Sunoo “how bad is crying in front of someone you’ve just befriended after you overshared a bit?”

They were in the Enhypen dorm watching a movie. After some weeks from Selene's arrival, the boys started to invite her to hang out so she could escape her tiny apartment and interact with other human beings in the safety of their dorm. Right now, it was only her and Sunoo, watching some rom-com that was giving a headache to the poor girl. On the other hand, Sunoo was having the time of his life and everything got just better when Selene was clearly going to drop some tea.

“Oh my” he said with a devilish grin “and with whom did you go out?”

“You have to promise you’re going to keep your big mouth shut” she said

“I KNOW HOW TO KEEP A SECRET!”

“KEEPING A SECRET MEANS THAT NOT ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU HAS TO KNOW”

“I KNOW”

“DON’T TELL THE OTHERS OR I SWEAR ON MY CAT-”

“I PROMISE, DON’T BRING YOUR POOR CAT INTO THIS” Sunoo yelled like a middle school girl, took the remote to pause the movie and turned his attention to his choreographer.

Selene sighed “So, I had dinner with Hyunjin-”

“OMG I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU WERE SEEING HIM!”

“CAN YOU SHUT UP AND LET ME FINISH??? And no one is seeing anyone, we’re just friend” she pointed out.

Hearing that, Sunoo wanted to argue, but he let her speak.

“We just..argh, he said he wanted to be my friend and he brought me to this really cozy place to have dinner, we ate well and then…we started to talk and I said stuff, heavy stuff about the mess, so he hugged me and I lost it”

“You cried”

“Like a baby”

Sunoo sighed “Can I ask you what you’ve said? If you don’t want to tell me it’s okay”

Selene hesitated “Just…I’m okay I swear…it was about Jake and well…the things he did” she took a deep breath “I know I’ve never told you guys what happened and it’s not because I don’t trust you but it’s…a lot” she glanced at her hands “Hyunjin…” she smiled “it feels so easy to talk to him”

He stared at her with wide eyes, but decided against commenting and he just waited for her to continue.

“To sum up Jake abused me, mentally and sometimes physically, and all my colleagues knew but they just decided to ignore it”

“Damn girl” Sunoo was shocked “and you said all of this during your first date?”

“It wasn’t a date”

“Whatever” he rolled his eyes “I’m…shocked, I mean I sensed he was a bastard but I didn’t think that much”

“And it only gets worse, but for today it’s enough” she quickly changed topic “so, what do you say? was it that bad?”

“That you cried? I mean, who wouldn’t?”

“Yeah, but we’ve known each other for only a week…”

“What it’s done is done blondie” he shrugged “did he ghost you?”

“What? No! He brought me back home and we’ve been texting everyday since”

“So I think you have your answer” he shrugged again. However, Selene seemed worried.

“I literally trauma dumped on him the very first time we went out” when she noticed Sunoo was going to say something she corrected herself “AS FRIEND”

“Okay okay, no need to be this aggressive” he said quickly “however, I think that if you did it is because he asked and he probably said something about himself too, didn’t he?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s okay Selene, you’re bonding over your traumas” he gave her a thumbs up. In response, she rolled her eyes and took the remote to keep watching that cringe ass rom-com.

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Hyunjin:

Hey

Are you free this afternoon?

Selene:

I wish

I have to go with the boys to record some content for their new comeback

Hyunjin:

Oh, that sucks :(

I hoped to grab something to eat with you

Selene:

What about tonight? After I’m done with being a mother to seven hormonal teenagers

Hyunjin:

Heeseung is literally a year younger than us

For me it’s fine

But I wasn’t really in the mood to go anywhere fancy

Selene hesitated to text back thinking that maybe, just maybe, what she was going to say was too shameless. However, in the end she did it anyway.

Selene:

What about you coming over to my place?

We can have take out and watch a movie

She waited for two minutes but Hyunjin didn’t answer (he hadn’t even seen the message yet but Selene didn’t know)

“Shit” she murmured while putting back the phone “now he’s gonna think I’m making a move”

“Who are you talking to?”

Selene jumped hearing Jungwon’s voice “FUCK! Jungwon, you scared me!”

The boy chuckled “I’m sorry, I just wanted to ask you if you could go reassuring Niki…he messed up a step and now he’s grumpy”

“Oh yeah, sure” Selene was standing up from her seat when Jungwon stopped her.

“But before doing it, who are you talking to these days? You’ve been…”

“Weird?”

“...happier, more relaxed”

The blonde girl looked at her feet, ashamed because she was keeping a secret from Jungwon who has been the nicest and most understanding of the boys since she became their choreographer. However, at the same time, she wanted to keep this little secret for herself (and she’s already told that menace of Sunoo who’s been keeping it to himself surprisingly)

“Just…I made a friend?” she made it sound more like a question than an affirmation.

“Are you asking me or…” Jungwon seemed confused by her tone of voice.

“No, I mean, I think we’re friends now, but I might have said the wrong thing? I mean…”

“What did you say?”

“I suggested we have dinner at my apartment and watch a movie” she said “doesn’t it sound-”

“Oh my god, girl, are you getting laid?”

Selene turned red and mentally took back everything nice she thought about that boy and poor Jungwon sighed, tired of being the leader of a group of children.

“Sunoo-hyung, you shouldn’t even said certain things to people older than you” Jungwon pinched the bridge of his nose “please, hold back a bit”

“I can’t, gossiping about Selene’s life is becoming my source of happiness” he replied, smirking and looking like a sly fox.

“This doesn’t mean you should say certain things, have some sense of shame-”

“I’m the most prude person ever!”

“I’m going to help Niki out, the conversation is over” Selene cut it out and went over to Niki.

Jungwon turned to his hyung glaring and started to speak in korean “You’re a menace, she was finally opening up a bit, I was trying to help her!”

Sunoo rolled his eyes “She’ll come to us if needed” he smirked again “don’t worry Jungwon, she’s probably just as paranoid as she’s been these past months” while he said the last words his smile drop a bit “I wish she had a bit more confidence in herself, that’s why I joke a lot, I hope she starts to feel more at ease here”

“Maybe this mysterious friend will help her…do you know if she’s been in contact with anyone from the cast of her movie? Or some old friend?” Jungwon asked, concerned.

Sunoo shook his head:

“I saw her refusing some calls from her colleagues…she’s told me some “stuff”, so I don’t really think she wants to talk to any of them”

Jungwon nodded and sighed for the millionth time that day. He turned to look at Selene who was crouching down and talking to Niki. The youngest was nodding and he gave her a genuine smile when she patted his head. Then she stood up and took her phone out of her pocket and smiled. It was just a tiny smile, but Jungwon thought that maybe whoever she befriended her was actually healing her.

Hyunjin:

I can’t refuse take out

See you tonight

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“Why don't you want to talk to me?” Felix asked, his voice cracking on “me”

Hyunjin sighed “I am talking to you”

“No, you’ve been…secretive” he said with evident pain in his voice “we promised things would go back to normal after…”

“What? You cannot say it?” Hyunjin started to get annoyed by all of that situation he tried so hard to avoid. However, deep down he knew that it would’ve happened “we dated, Felix, and we broke up because it wasn’t working out, that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you anymore”

“If you care about me so much you would tell me who the fuck you’re seeing” the australian boy replied not caring anymore about being nice and understanding “it hurts me knowing that you’re hiding it from me, your so-called best friend, just because you think I would be a jealous or bitchy ex!”

“That’s…that’s absolutely not true, Felix, and you’re being unfair! I’m not seeing anyone, they’re just a friend!”

“A friend you are having trouble telling who the fuck they are!” Felix yelled “you know what’s unfair, Hyunjin? Being ignored and avoided by someone I love only because you find a replacement”

“Felix…that’s not…I’m not replacing you, believe me” Hyunjin was a loss of word and didn’t know how to reassure Felix without revealing about Selene presence in Seoul, moreover in his life “I just…I need something, someone, outside of all of you…it’s been hard for me lately, I just want some time and space”

Felix looked away from his teammate with teary eyes because he didn’t want to look more pathetic than what he was already feeling. The older boy also felt his eyes burning, so he turned his back to Felix and decided to go to Selene’s place.

“I still love you” he heard Felix murmuring.

He stopped “You know I still love you too”

Then he was gone.

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When he arrived in Selene’s apartment, Hyunjin was surprised to find boxes all over the entrance.

“I’m sorry, I still have to unpack some stuff” she apologized.

“Haven’t you been here since March?” he asked confused while walking through the labyrinth of boxes.

“Yeah, but I just…don’t really feel at home” she ended saying, but before Hyunjin could reply she made a gesture with her hand (Hyunjin interpreted it as “let’s not talk about that”) and pointed at the take out “I hoped that whatever you’ve ordered isn’t going to burn off my tastebuds”

He chuckled “Didn’t you say last time that you’re building up your spice tolerance?”

“Still, killing me at first try it seems too much”

“You’re not going to die”

They sat down in her little living room and started to eat. As expected, Selene started to drink plenty of water because of the “too much” red food.

“Dude, seriously, my tongue is numb” she said after they ate all the food.

Hyunjin chuckled “But was it good?”

“Yes, really good, actually…” she stood up and ran into the kitchen “I bought ice cream on the way home!”

Hyunjin stayed on the couch, looking at her searching for two spoons. She was wearing some sweats, her hair was pinned up and she was relaxed, perfectly content with being in her little apartment. It was the first time he came to her place and he would have never guessed he could see her being this comfortable and happy. Comparing the first time they saw each other to now, that it’s been not more than a month, Selene looked like she felt at ease with him. This thought warmed his heart and made him smile.

In that moment, Selene looked up and went back to the couch:

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“Because ice cream makes me the happiest”

She giggled “It seems I’ve found your weakness”

They fell into a comfortable silence while watching the first Deadpool movie. They were sitting not too close nor too far away from each other while sharing the ice cream. At some point, Hyunjin’s mind started to drift away and he thought of Felix and everything that happened before. He felt bad for keeping a secret from him, but at the same time it felt so good to have someone who could see him not as Hwang Hyunjin from Stray Kids or as their teammate, but just Hyunjin. She didn’t have any expectations, she just wanted to spend time with him and be friends. However, at the same time, he needed to figure out how to solve things with Felix.

“What’s on your mind?” his train of thoughts were interrupted by Selene’s gentle voice.

“Nothing just…” he cleared his throat “can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure”

“How did you deal with…I mean, your break up?”

The blonde girl looked at him and stayed silent for some minutes and that reaction made Hyunjin anxious

“I…don’t know, I think the hatred I’ve been feeling for him kind of deleted my feelings” she said slowly as she was thinking “I actually still don’t know what I feel for him, sometimes I miss him but then I remember all the things that he did to me and I realized that I miss a version of him that doesn’t exist anymore”

Hyunjin looked down, lost in his thoughts but still listening.

“Jake was a horrible boyfriend, I’m not saying he’s a horrible person, but to me he was. All the things he did, things that I haven’t told anyone because saying he abused me it’s easier and faster than explaining everything that happened, cannot not make me hate him. Sometimes I wish I was still with him because I personally think that I will never find someone else who would be willing to put up with me, or at least that’s what he used to tell me, but I also remember how I was doing during that relationship”

Selene looked at the empty box of ice cream “I think I still love the way I wanted him to be and he was in my head, but I will never have it, so I’m making peace with it and healing slowly”

Hyunjin felt his eyes burning, then a hand on his shoulder.

“Hyunjin?”

“I’ve…I’ve messed up” he said with a shaking voice “I think he hates me now”

“Why?”

“Because…because it can’t be like before, things between us will never be like before” then he started to cry. He felt a pair of arms circling him and gently petting his hair.

“I haven’t known you for a long time, but I’m sure that whatever happened between you and this guy is solvable”

“I-it has to, he is-” he stopped himself before finishing the sentence. However, Selene heard him and she sighed while keeping petting his hair:

“Please, tell me he’s not someone you work with”

“...”

“Oh Hyunjin…”

“I know, it was an awful idea to begin with, we should have never been together in the first place” he tightened his grip on Selene’s arms, afraid she would let him go.

She didn’t.

“I’m not saying that, but definitely it’s not the wisest thing to do, and I’m saying this from obviously personal experience” she chuckled “at least he’s not someone in the group, or it would be so difficult to face him everyday, also living together would turn into hell”

Hyunjin froze and hid his face in one of her arms. Selene’s eyes widened:

“Jesus Christ, is he one of the members? Hyunjin, for the love of God-”

“No one in the group knows before you say anything else”

“Can I ask who he is?”

Hyunjin kept his face hidden and mumbled something the girl didn’t understand.

“I didn’t catch that”

“It’s Felix” he said clearer than before “we…we’ve been fooling around for sometime, then last year we decided to give it a shot but it didn’t work” he looked at he with his eyes still shining from the tears he cried “nothing bad happened, just…we’re better off as friends I guess, but I still love him thought”

“Love isn’t the only thing that makes a relationship work, or we all would have it easy” she patted his hair again “I’m sure you and Felix will figure it out, you just have to be honest with each other”

“He thinks I’m seeing someone because I’ve been spending lots of time out of the dorm, but I can’t tell him the truth, so he feels replaced”

“Then tell him the truth”

Hearing that, Hyunjin shot a worried glance at her “Selene-”

“Don’t worry about me, and don’t ruin your friendship with Felix because of my fears. I’ll be okay”

With that, she kept hugging Hyunjin to comfort him and he let her. None of the two noticed that the movie was over and they didn’t realize that they could let go without the fear of one of them falling apart.

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