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ā§ĖĀ° first dates with them. | lingyang, m!rover, jiyan headcanons.
ā Ėāļø āā“ synopsis: going on a first date is always nerve wracking, yet can also be exciting! what's it like for these boys to take you out on your first date together?
ā Ėāļø āā“ characters involved (separate): lingyang, male rover, jiyan, and a gender neutral reader.
ā Ėāļø āā“ warnings: none!
ā Ėāļø āā“ notes: hello! coming to you live with my first post for wuwa! just some cute little headcanons with the boys on first dates with you because i love planning dates out ;;!! requests are open if you want to talk or have me write something!! ( ĖĶ įµ ĖĶā”)
Lingyang
Lingyang has never been more excited or nervous to hang out with someone, even more so since this was his first date with you.Ā
As someone who always seemed to fear being different from the humans around him, he felt extra self-conscious when he looked in the mirror and adjusted his outfit. Did he look alright? Were you going to enjoy this as much as he thought he would? Will everything go well? What if you decided you changed your mind and didnāt want to date someone of his species?
His first date gift for you would be a small lion plushie. Cute and fluffy with vibrant colors, heād hold it out in front of him and shut his eyes tight, anxiety flowing through him. āThese are for you! That way, when you miss me, you can hug this! If you want to, no pressure!āĀ
Heād be ecstatic when you took it into your hands and held it throughout your date together, happily looking between you and the plush and feeling his cheeks turn a rosy pink that you two were going out together.Ā
Heād probably take you to the best food spots all around Jinzhou, ranting about which dishes to try or who had his favorite foods. Heād want to get to know you more, curious and nervous as heās asking you about your likes, dislikes, what your daily life is like in Jinzhou. Lingyang would walk and eat with you along the way, practically enamored by anything you did or said.Ā
His tail would swish fast back and forth whenever you were talking. Even if itās something you found mundane, he couldnāt help but be happy just listening to you speak. His ears will also be very reactive around you, usually up but always reacting accordingly to whenever youād tell a story or joke with him.Ā
Heāll let you pet him if you want to, he trusts you after all. His cheeks flush a soft pink and he lets out a small purr when you do so, finding himself growing a bit shyer at the sweet touch. He also feels a tad embarrassed by it, so youāll have to pry his hands away as he childishly hides the way heās turning red from you.Ā
He seems a little bit sad when you two do have to part, but when you ask him when the next one would be, a hopeful look emerges in his eyes as he begins to excitedly make plans to see you again and take you on another date.Ā
Other Points:Ā
- Will jump in place when super excited to tell you something while on the date.Ā
- Would point to some random cute things on your walk and go, āThat reminds me of you!ā
- Happy to talk about lion dancing with you, and if you show more interest in it, heāll offer to give you your own personal show one day!
Rover (Male)
Considering he is a person that just woke up in a strange world with no memories of his past or who he is, he is a bit lost on the idea of what to do during a date with you. Were there rules he had to follow? Did people in Jinzhou have certain taboos or ways that they executed dates?
Heād most likely ask all around the city in order to find out what to do or where to take you. He wanted to make sure the experience was good after all, not something that the both of you would dread.Ā
When he meets up with you, his hair is a bit more put together than usual and he stands up tall, giving you a small smile as he gently takes your arm and links it with his.Ā
āTake me around the city. Show me how you see the world through your eyes.ā
His first date gift would be a small box of candy. I could definitely see Rover as being a person who likes small sweet treats as a guilty pleasure, and heād want to share them with you as a way of connecting you with something that you love.Ā
Heās calm throughout most of your stroll, browsing through stores or looking around in quiet curiosity as you show him little nooks and crannies of the city. He enjoyed hearing how you would describe stores or fixate on different areas of the city that he hadnāt thought to really pay attention to before.Ā
He makes a mental note of the places that you like so that for your next date, you two could come back to them. Rover is already a few steps ahead in terms of thinking where he wants to go with you or what he wants to do.Ā
When youāre done showing him the city, heāll give you a kind, endearing look and smile at you. Heāll take a moment to just admire you, shifting some of your hair out of your face and enjoy being in your presence before ultimately, it is time to part ways. Heāll wave you off, thanking you for everything and giving him a tour, before he smiles to himself like a fool and turns to head back to his quarters.Ā
Other Points:
- Probably would be looking at you more than the city.Ā
- Fast walker, so youād have to keep up the pace. Apologies if heās going too fast and happens to catch you struggling.
- Will inquire about certain places just to listen to you talk.Ā
Jiyan
As the general of the Midnight Rangers that conducts himself in a poised, righteous manner, heād be the most classy out of all the people to take you out on a date.Ā
Jiyanās got a busy schedule as the head of such an important group in Jinzhou, but after bonding with you and asking you out he wanted to ensure that he carved out time in advance for just you and him to spend an afternoon together.Ā
Heād take you to a fancy restaurant in Jinzhou, the best money can buy. Heād be sure to pick you up from your place and walk with you to the restaurant. When you open the door, heās standing in front of you with his hair slicked back and ponytail waving a bit in the wind, his clothes pristine and ironed out to look his absolute best in front of you.Ā
His present for you is a bouquet of flowers he made himself. He enlisted the help of his mom for this one, catching up with her about medical practices as he puts together the best pecok, irises, and poppies that he could find when he was out on his rounds into a pretty bouquet just for you. Itās wrapped up with brown paper and has a nice aqua bow on it, matching his hair.
When you get to the restaurant, heāll look at the menu with you and ask you to order anything your heart desires. He already knows what he wants to eat, and will quietly look at you with a softened expression as you begin choosing what you want. He finds the way you handle yourself beautiful, even if itās through simple things like ordering food.Ā
Jiyan will happily eat anything you donāt end up finishing. He doesnāt want to waste money, and he also cannot deny that the way you ask him to finish your plate was cute. Heāll work it off anyways with the amount of fighting and training he does, so he doesnāt mind.Ā
Will pay for the meal. No splitting or you paying, as much as you might plead and beg.
Will take you back to your place and entertain any questions you may have for him, whether it be about his past, missions heās been on, or just about his duties as general of the Midnight Rangers. When he drops you off, heād take the back of your hand and gently place a kiss on it before standing up straight and giving you a small smile, wishing you a goodnight.Ā
Other Points:
- Will hold all your belongings so your hands are free and light. Does not matter how heavy or how much you have, he will refuse to let you ālaborā like that, as he puts it.Ā
- Admires your personality and the way you hold yourself when you speak.
- Has a strong desire to protect you; always subconsciously keeping an eye out for any danger even though itās daylight out.
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Injured (Jenni's Version): Future
Grace Clinton x Reader
Summary: You need to leave
"Mami! Mami! Mami!"
You smile slightly, continuing to pack your suitcase as your son lays back on your bed.
"Yes, my James?"
He grins at you. "Can I come?"
You shake your head. "You know you can't."
"But why?"
"Because Paris is a long way away from Lyon." You add another set of pointe shoes to your bag. "And I need you to do a very special job for me."
You sit down on the bed, patting the spot next to you.
James is more than happy to crawl towards you, leaning close to hear his special job.
"You're a very responsible boy, aren't you?"
He nods. "I helped Mummy pick up Ollie's poo yesterday on our walk!"
Ollie's your family dog. Grace had gotten him for you when the first two rounds of ivf didn't take and you'd been so down about it. You were right in the middle of your third round and losing hope when Grace had come home with a German Shepherd puppy.
You called Ollie your good luck charm because two weeks after you'd successfully potty trained him, you fell pregnant with your other golden boy, James.
"That's very responsible!" You tell him," Because I need a very responsible boy to help me out."
"I'm responsible! I'm responsible! What is it?"
"I need you to be in charge of the house while I'm gone," You tell him," That's why you can't come with. You've got to make sure Mummy doesn't order takeout every day and cleans up Olivia's toys when she's done playing."
Olivia's the other light of your life, your nearly one year old daughter.
You didn't particularly want to leave either of them but you'd been called up by the Paris Opera Ballet to be their guest Principal for one of the shows they were putting on and you loved dancing in their venue.
Originally, you were going to say no but Grace pushed you to accept. She was more than capable of looking after both of the kids at once.
"I'll make sure Mummy eats healthy and cleans up!" James tells you," Can I go tell her I'm in charge while you're gone?"
"I'm sure she would love that."
James goes bursting out of the room and you take the time to finish packing.
Ollie whines a little as you zip up the bag.
"I'm sorry, Ollie," You say, gently stroking his head," You know I'll back soon."
Ollie's the family dog, technically, but, secretly, you know he's yours. He had been incredibly protective over you when you were pregnant with Livy and he had been super excitable as a puppy when you were pregnant with James.
Fully grown now, he loved being in the same room as you. He adored the kids and Grace, of course, but you had always been his person.
Frankly, you were getting a little worried he was lonely in the house alone all day so you and Grace had been in talks about getting Ollie his own puppy.
It was only fair to Olivia as well.
Ollie grew up with James. It's only right to have a puppy for Olivia to grow up with too.
But, that was a conversation for when you got back and after your planned trip to Spain in the summer.
It would be nice, you think, to have a puppy for Ollie to be the best big brother too just like how James is the best big brother to Livy.
Ollie follows you down the stairs, his favourite tennis ball in his mouth as you start pulling your suitcase down.
Grace appears at the bottom, hurrying up to swap the bag with Livy and carry it the down for you.
"Careful, beautiful," She says as you swap," You don't want to strain anything before you go on stage." She winks at you and you roll your eyes.
"Did James tell you I've left him in charge?"
"He did," Grace replies with a grin," I think he's already planning on demanding Big Bed access."
"Don't let him," You remind her but your wife just shrugs.
"I don't know. He's making a convincing case. Says that it would be cold without you and he should be there to warm it up."
"If you get him in the habit of sleeping in our bed while I'm away, Grace Clinton, then you're in trouble and I'm choosing what breed the next puppy is."
"Oh, come on!" Grace is laughing though so you know she isn't taking your empty threats too seriously. "Cab's here though. You finished up just in time."
"Okay." You pull on your coat surprisingly well for someone balancing a baby in the other arm.
You litter kisses all over Livy's face as Grace calls James to the door.
"I'll miss you, Mami," He tells you and you crouch down to give him kisses too.
"I'll miss you too, James," You say," I love you, baby."
"Love you too."
He curls into your arms and your rock him side to side softly before pulling away.
"Remember, you're in charge, okay? So I want you to boss around Mummy and make her eat healthy, deal?"
He nods. "Deal."
"I'll see you in a week, amor," You tell Grace, pecking her lips a few times and laughing when she tries to chase your kiss each time.
"Love you, beautiful."
"Love you too."
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McLaren Orange
*based off the song ātennessee orangeā by megan moroney*
lando norris x fem!reader
warnings: fluff *first person pov*
summary: y/n was raised in a ferrari family, but a special driver in the papaya car gets her to wear the mclaren orange.
I felt as if I was going to throw up. My hand hovered over my mothers contact, shaking from the knots in my stomach. I knew I shouldn't be nervous, but knowing the way my family is I couldn't help it. Finally after convincing myself to tap the icon, my phone began to ring. The ring went on an awful long time, making me feel even more terrified.
"Hi Mama," I say into the phone once she picked up.
"Hey darling," Her sweet voice echos into my ear. How am I supposed to tell her this?
"I've got some news for you," My voice cracks.
"Is everything alright? You're not in trouble are you?" Her tone becomes serious, I could tell she had her eyebrow raised looking towards my father.
"I'm not in trouble, Mama" I laugh slightly, "But, don't tell dad about this, please."
There was silence on the other side of the phone. I knew she was debating listening to my request, but also on not. I heard her shuffle around a bit. Maybe she headed into a different room for privacy.
"I know you guys raised me to know right from wrong, and I know you're thinking I did something wrong, but don't worry everything is okay." I sigh, "It's just, I've never really felt this way. I don't know where to start."
"You can tell me anything, sweetheart." She reassures me, my heartbeat already calming down.
"I met this guy," I mentally smack my head in embarrassment.
"Oh, I was expecting something totally different." She laughs loudly.
"He's got these gorgeous blue eyes." I feel my cheeks grow warm just thinking about the way his eyes look into mine. "He even opens the door for me. I don't think he's made me cry once."
I had met Lando after the Emilia-Romagna Grand Prix. A couple of my friends and I decided to go out for the night, we needed some freedom. Just that morning we were all wearing our red gear, cheering for the Ferrari's as they raced. Lando just happened to be at the club we decided to go to. He was with a couple of his friends, hanging around the dj booth in the back. I must have felt risky that day because I walked up to him, congratulating him on his race. Yes, I congratulated the enemy. We ended up talking a little longer. A little longer was the rest of the night.
"He's not from where we're from." I explained, "But, he feels like home somehow."
"Where's he from?" She qustions.
"The United Kingdom, Bristol actually." I tell her.
"He sounds like a very lovely guy," She compliments him. This makes my heart warm. Hopefully the rest of the story wont make her too upset.
"I've done things I've never done before with him, Mama." She could probably hear my wide smile through the phone. "He took me to this beautiful restaurant the other night. Oh, and we went cliff diving too!"
Talking about just a few of the adventures we had been on together already made my stomach burst with butterflies. Thinking back to when our hands were holding tight to each other as we jumped off the tall cliff, waiting for our fall to be caught by the blue water. When he gave me his jacket after our dinner because it was raining.
"There is one thing though," I hesitate.
"What is it?"
"Mama, he's a driver." I try to lead up to the fact that he's a big racing star, but not for our big team.
"He's a driver? Like a racer?" Her voice fills with excitement. "Are you dating Charles Leclerc?"
"No Mama, not him." I laugh, "He's not on Ferrari."
Yet again there was a silence on the other end of the phone.
"Mama, he drives for McLaren." I whisper, a weight being lifted off my shoulders as I did so. "Lando Norris."
I heard the door open from the phone, she was walking up to my father.
"He took me to Spain with him, that's why I was gone for a little while. He gave me the hat he had sitting on his dash when we got to the airport." I try to distract her from telling any information to my father. As long as he's a good guy why should it matter? "Mama, can you forgive me? Don't tell dad, please. I like him a lot."
"Honey, I'm not mad at you. I can't change the fact you like this boy. As long as he doesn't make you forget you look better in red." She sighs, the phone now on speaker mode.
"I don't know, his smile makes me forget sometimes." I fiddle with the rings on my finger.
"Hi daddy," I say quietly, knowing hes listening into the conversation. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."
"Your mother and I are so happy for you, Y/n. I could never be mad at you for chasing your heart."
"I still am rooting for Ferrari, don't worry." I laugh, feeling relieved by their acceptance. "But if you every see me wearing McLaren. Just know I'm wearing the orange for him."
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GIRL TALK ! ( STAR RAIL MEN )
SUMMARY ! march 7th finds out you like someone. and as your best friend, itās only right that she has to give her input on whether or not she approves of him.
NOTES ! i was in the mood to write something but this was last minute and this was all i could come up with š¤ŗ may do a part two featuring other star rail men but we will see.
TAGS ! reader is not the trailblazer. contains dan heng, caelus, sampo koski, jing yuan, and argenti. feelings are mutual on both ends.
march 7thās thoughts on . . . DAN HENG !
immediately tells you that she already had her suspicions. and now that you confirmed it, it makes her all that more excited. you having a crush on dan heng is just what she expected. sheāll go on and on about how you two would make a great couple because he opens up more to you. now she gets a little sneaky and begins to make up excuses whenever missions come around so that the two of you can go together. itās her own way of being a mastermind. the more time you two spend together, the closer she is to seeing you and dan heng start dating. yes, march has dubbed herself as your personal wingwoman. so is the duty of being your best friend.
march 7thās thoughts on . . . CAELUS !
of course she finds it cute that you have a crush on caelus. and it all makes sense to her now. she constantly hears you and caelus making the same kind of jokes, watches you two play games together on your phones, and on rare occasions, sheāll find you rummaging through trash cans with caelus. though she doesnāt know why youād go to such lengths and go through the trash cans with him. admitting your feelings for the newest trailblazer will only make march relentlessly tease you about it in the best way possible. so whenever caelus invites you to join him in whatever shenanigan he has planned for the day, sheāll send a quick wink your way.
march 7thās thoughts on . . . SAMPO KOSKI !
sheās mentally judging you. definitely finds this as a āto each their ownā type of situation. out of everyone you guys have met, the one you have feelings for is sampo. march isnāt too fond of him despite how much he has helped them during their time in belobog. she does have a few doubts here and there, but if heās currently the one who youāre interested in, sheāll go along with it. march has to observe the way he acts before making any big decisions like setting you two up. she can tell the feelingās mutual by the overly flirtatious comments sent your way or gifts you receive by sampo when visiting belobog again. sheāll sometimes peek over your shoulder and see some messages coming in from him, asking when youāll come back to see him. she could grow used to him so let her work her magic and youāll be with him in no time.
march 7thās thoughts on . . . JING YUAN !
the general of the luofu is a tough decision. although she believes heās a great choice considering his high rank and popularity, itās also a bit of a downfall. she saw some heavy chemistry between you both back when the express was currently at the luofu. she didnāt have enough time to make some comments but she knew youād end up having some sort of feelings towards him. sheās only worried about the cons that could come. like the fact jing yuan can become a busy man within seconds. would he make enough time for you? no, he needs to because someone like you deserves it. march refuses to let her best friend settle for anything less than what sheās worth. march can trust that youāll be in good hands with jing yuan.
march 7thās thoughts on . . . ARGENTI !
itās a very interesting choice in her opinion. though she understands why youād end up gaining feelings towards him. it had to be that compliment he gave you the very first time the express met him. āa beauty that was sent by the goddess idrila herself for him to praiseā. very poetical that it had the entire crew speechless for a few seconds. march hasnāt stopped bringing it up since that happened because you had never gotten that flustered before. she can only imagine all the other compliments argenti has sent your way when theyāre not around. whenever youāre smiling at your phone a little too hard, thinking no one is watching, sheāll head over your way asking if your boyfriendās the one making you all smiley. march doesnāt even need to be your wingwoman for this one. she knows the knight will handle it all on his own.
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Anonymous asked:
so iāve been thinking about how people think sanās a bit scary and intimidating while heās an absolute sweetheart on the inside. imagine dating him and everyone around you being a bit intimidated by him, thinking heās a rough guy and even being slightly worriedā¦
what they donāt know is that you have him wrapped around your finger, that heād worship the floor you walk on and that heād simply do everything just to see you smile.
i wonder how this would translate into situations in the bedroom šāāļø
also!! i hope you get account back soon š
no because letās talk about it!! the duality of choi san is actually INSANE (like his twink era??) mans could go from radiating dom energy out in public but once those doors close??? oh he would be ON HIS KNEES FOR YOU š whew, iām in lofe with this scenario
and thank you for that, youāre too sweetš¤
wc: 3k
warnings: face riding, neck kissing, praises, dry humping (san cumming in his underwear) a shit ton of dirty talk, use of nicknames: baby, sweetie, sannie, 18+ MDNI
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starting now, you make the executive decision that absolutely no one is meant to truly understand the relationship between you and your boyfriend, choi san. this is proven true at the formal get together you and him were currently attending, with your two friends making him a topic of conversation on numerous occasions.
like, at this moment.
ājust look at him,ā yena gawks from across the room, cup swirling in her hand, āi donāt know how you even had the balls to go up to himā¦ā
ālet alone date him.ā suiji finishes as she eyes your boyfriend up and down. heās currently standing stoically in the corner, chatting up the birthday boy, kang yeosang. your lips curl fondly at the interaction, knowing well just how excited san was about seeing yeosang this evening.
you allow their little comments to resonate in the air before giving your two friends a look and then a soft laugh, āhow come you guys say this every time we go out?ā
ābecause itās still insane!ā yena throws an arm out as if to prove her disbelief, āhow can you not just shrink under his gaze?ā
suiji does a dramatic shudder at the remnants of his presence, āiām serious y/n, heās so scary looking.ā
āthereās no problems with the relationship, right? anything i need to know? are you feeling safe?ā yenaās rapid fire of questions and sudden concern makes you want to roll your eyes straight out of their sockets.
itās been four months of dating san at this point, and one would have thought that the acceptance stage surely shouldāve passed by now. however, for some reason, these two just canāt fathom the idea that choi san is ādatableā. actually. itās not just them, but the general public appears to fear san like some sort of bad omen. from the barista at your local coffee shop, to your favorite cashier at the grocery store; somehow, this negative stigma seemed to have developed around your poor, clueless boyfriend.
they should all be ashamed of themselves, you think with a frown, almost about ready to scold the girls when the tall, broad man himself waltzes straight into your circle. the way yena and suiji immediately clasps their lips shut at his entrance, you want to laugh, but quickly are captivated by your boyfriend whoās stopping right in front of you.
ābabyā¦ā his voice starts off somber and low, and he regards you with an expression thatās seemingly all too familiar, āitās time to go.ā
hmm? instinctively, your head tilts slightly as you sport confusion, āalready? but, werenāt you just talking with-ā
āy/n. letās go.ā heās firmer in his tone, a hard face planted on. you blink before giving him an understanding head nod. you understood quite well what his authoritative stature indicated, essentially making it pointless to argue back with him.
when san whips around towards the girls, ready to begin your goodbyes, they seemed to have crowded together out of fright. the slender, narrow eyes that have proven to instill fear glower onto yena and suiji and youāre almost positive you see one of them trembling. oh, please.
āiām sorry to cut the pleasantries so short, but itās getting late for us. weāll see you around though?ā he quips off the question with an eyebrow raise, and by now youāve huddled closer to him.
yena could only stumble out, āy-yeah, see ya later.ā while suiji waved him away frantically, both trying their damndest to avoid eye contact with him.
he takes off while you offer your own smile and a curt wave. and even as you happily catch up behind the brooding man, your two friends are still left puzzled as to what exactly it is you see in him. both you and san make a few more rounds of goodbyes, some of the guests sharing their own inquisitive gaze at the impassive male in comparison to your gleeful smile. but neither of you paid attention to that.
no, the only thing present in the two of youās minds was the anticipation of what was going to happen later tonight. like for when you step foot into your apartment approximately 10 minutes later, his eyes glossy as they tediously watch you, with yours trailing the outline of his delicious outfit.
the car ride over had been filled to the brim with unspoken thoughts, asses shifting and squirming in their seats, and a swirl of low breaths emitted by you two. sanās never been one to demand control over the relationship, him hardly every seeing the need to command anything out of you. heās always been perfectly contempt with you taking the reigns while he sits back and enjoys.
and you were well aware of that.
but in a moment like that, a circumstance where his head became heavily engrossed with conceptions of you, well, he couldnāt help if a more stern tone slipped out of him. he just had to get you to recognize what it was he was yearning for. what it is he needs from you.
āsannie..ā your headās tilted down so you can peer up at him through your eyelashes, making a slow trek towards him as he stood idly in the living room, āare you in a mood?ā
in a matter of seconds, you can physically see the changes your boyfriend has. his usual, cold face soon melting into an intense cry of plea. of course you knew the answer. you can read him like book by now.
you stop in front of his body, a hand pressing into his chest while the other raises to graze the side of his face, āoh, you poor thing. i know it mustāve been difficult at the party for you.ā
as if youāre a magnet, once you let up on san, your hand dropping to his arm, his head shoots down into the exposed part of your neck. heās feverish in the way he immediately starts to kiss on your skin, with in between pecks he starts to speak.
āfu-uckā¦,ā he lands a rather large kiss smack dab in the middle of your throat which leads you to buzz out a soft whimper, āi couldnāt stop thinking about you.ā
he travels around your sternum, making sure to mark up any unclaimed spots, ācouldnāt stop picturing youā¦ā he nips at your skin this time, āus getting home tonight and me making you cum so fucking hard.ā
your eyes are fluttering from a combo of both his words and his lips, your hands moving on their own to explore the brawniness that is choi san, āyeahā¦is that right?ā
he lets out a strained groan as he begins to work his way down to your cleavage, āah- my cockās throbbing so bad right now.ā the words topple from his lips an octave higher than youāre used to, and itās clear just how turned on he is. which in turn makes your own panties dampen at the realization.
āsannieā¦ā you gasp, feeling his mouth trailing down the fabric of your dress with some of his spit sopping through, āyou know- you have to please me first. me first, then iāll take of you, sweetie.ā
heās on his knees for you by now, staring up at you with the biggest doe eyes youāve ever seen on a man. your head droops to meet his gaze right as his hands grip the hem of your dress. he lifts it up past your hips, revealing your cotton underwear which sports a wet spot clear as day.
āi know. i know, baby. iām gonna make you feel so good. donāt you worry.ā he ducks his head in between your thighs in preparation for licking your pussy through the soft material, a motion he does in a clean swoop. it only amplifies the extreme sensation youāre experiencing, āyou wonāt have a single thought in your head when iām done.ā
your body stirrers at the contact, āoh! oh my god.ā
san is absolutely in love with your reactions, watching and hearing how horny you are because of him. it fuels him. he repeats his licking action, this time stopping at the top of your cunt to suck on your sensitive bud. you register his saliva permeating through your underwear, a squelching sound now filling the air, and your face contorts.
āmmm, sannie iām gonna ride your face,ā your eyes are crinkled, no longer able to hold his eye contact, as involuntarily your hips buck against his head, āfuck. just wanna grind my pussy deep into your perfect face.ā
he squeezes his lips around your skin. it doesnāt even matter to him how your harsh rocks causes his face to rock along side with you. heās ravenous. hungry for you. eating you out like heās been deprived of your sweet cunt for days.
after low rumble, san guides a hand to your clothed sex and pushes away the fabric. swirling, lapping, fiending into your naked core, youāre hit with double the intensity than you had previously, and you nearly squeal. he circles his head all around your thick pussy, wanting to bury his face deeper into your skin, which makes your eyes roll back.
the direct stimulant makes you see stars, him taking in pieces of you within his mouth and supplying a great deal of pleasure to those areas. your own moans fight for dominance while sanās squishy munching competes for which noise is the loudest, yours gradually getting louder and higher the more he devours you.
āi feel close,ā it comes out more breathlike as you interlock your fingers into his hair for balance, āfuck- fuck- i think iām gonna cum soon.ā
with that, san offers no mercy. he wants to see you cum, needs to feel your orgasm hit his face. he quickens his pace with his wet tongue, before moving into more swift and timely sucks. the mixture of stimulants has your eyelids glazing, and it doesnāt help how occasionally san would mewl straight into you. he finds this so incredibly arousing.
you dig your hips further into his nose, you full on grinding against him by now, and you canāt even think straight. everything is pushing you closer and closer and closer-
āshit! iām cumming! iām cumming!ā when your boyfriend nicks that spot, that spot with his driven hunger solely focused on it, your orgasm rushes through your body and out of your cunt, you yelping aloud in the process. it spritzes and coats san in a spit/cum mix, his face becoming sickly wet as you draw out your blissful high.
not once does he move to detach himself. he eats you out all during the duration of your orgasm, and when you finally have the strength to look at san again, you see his large, puppy-esque eyes just entranced with you. he watched you cum all over his face, just like he wished to before.
at the end of it, your chest heaves up and down as you attempt a small smile for him. aside from the minor spasms, you had gained some sense of awareness again.
āiām so proud of you. you made me feel good, just like you promised.ā you speak with nothing but gratitude, your hand easing up the grip in sanās hair as you transfer it into a light stroke, āyou ready to be taken care of now?ā
he parts your cunt with spit strings attached, his lips and face utterly covered in your moisture. he looks about ready to combust on himself, the way his eyes are hazy and low, his breathing irregular, āiām ready. need a release so bad, i canāt take it anymore.ā
sweetly, you reach down to help him up, āi hear you. come on, letās go to the room.ā
you lead the way as he follows you back into the bedroom, you instantly ordering him to strip from his pants once inside, āsince you did a such a great job, i wanna treat you to something.ā
a look of relief washes over sanās face. while still in his underwear, you direct him towards the head of the bed frame as you hook your fingers on the band of your panties to slide them down and off your legs. you meet him on to the bed, and right off of the bat, you can see a noticeably large bulge, poking out the material of his dark blue briefs.
if someone were to mistaken the expanding wet spot as san just having came on himself, you wouldnāt be surprised. but your boyfriend produces large amounts of arousal on the regular, so this is nothing new for you. if anything, you can start to feel yourself get horny all over again.
when directly in front of him, you bring one knee over so youāre straddling him, your pelvis just barely hovering over his lap, ājust sit back for me, okay?ā you eye him sincerely, āim gonna take care of you.ā
right as you start to lower yourself on to his covered length, a sharp inhale from san has you pausing briefly, ābaby, i donāt know how long iāll be able to last. feel like iām gonna explode any second.ā
with a tiny laugh, you continue downwards till you make contact with your core and his cock, āitās okay. donāt want you holding back either, i want you to enjoy this.ā
and just like that, you allow your cunt to spread flatly against his erection, then ever-so leisurely, you start to roll your hips. you purposely begin with a slow pace, wanting to build up the intensity as time progressed, and judging by the facial expressions he wears, this seems to do the trick for him as well. even through the sensitivity, you push through.
āi knew youād like me rubbing myself against you,ā your hand clashes with the headboard as you steady yourself, digging your core deeper into the hard surface, āyou liked it when i grinded on your face, i just had to give your poor cock the same treatment.ā
inaudible moans fall from sanās throat, him now throwing his head back on the board, āsh-shit. it feels so nice, too nice.ā
āi can feel you twitching below me,ā you hip, your eyes becoming more hooded by the second, āare you really that close to finishing?ā
ānrgh- yes.ā he groans and you can see his stomach begin to convulse, his panting growing more prominent within your ear.
at this prospect, you dish out a hushed mew yourself, fastening the thrusts into his own clothed sex. your pussy acts as a stimulant for san, sending blips of pleasure through his aching dick the more you continue your rubbing.
you make sure to work every section of his length, running and dragging your glistening pussy lips against his wet fabric. youāve suctioned yourself so far into him, that right now, you can distinguish which is his base and which is the head of cock. your cunt does a slightly bump whenever you find yourself running against the tip.
itās euphoric the pleasure heās having right now. never having been this turned on before, he basks in the feeling brought upon by you. how you know just when to squeeze the right amount of pressure onto him, or when to simply grind faster and harder on to the cock that wonāt make it for much longer.
leading you to a point of where youāre full blown humping san into oblivion. the creaky noises of the bed acts as evidence of your hard work, along with the not-so-subtle whimpers that he buzzes out every chance he gets. heās lost in heaven.
āyouāre gonna make me cum on myself,ā he follows that up with a louder groan, āfucking- iām so close to cumming, ām so close.ā he even tries to match your rhythm but even that prove to be difficult with just how mindless youāre about to leave him.
ālet it all out, sannie. come on, i know youāre almost there.ā you reply back with an equal amount of desperation in your voice.
a string of āpleaseā leaves his mouth, his eyebrows scrunched inward with his troubled face. heās so far gone, he isnāt sure that heāll even survive the orgasm heās about to have. when you buck particularly hard into his sensitive head, a wave of pleasure hits him and his cock relinquishes his stored up cum.
āhmm, y/n- iām cumming!ā a guttural moan overtakes the room as san releases all over himself, and you, his underwear now soiled to a point of no return. his cum leaks through and even form to mix with your previous liquids. it awakens something within you and soon the feeling of his orgasm is causing a surprise one for yourself, your eyes vibrating and a whiny shriek spilling out.
you quiver harshly on top of your boyfriend as his body twitches sporadically, the two of you somewhat finishing in sync. a few spurts of of your juices seep down into his briefs, vice versa for you, and then next thing you know youāre both catching your breaths after the intense session.
āyouāre so fucking hot.ā he murmurs, eyes dazed and throat bobbing, āleft me soaking in my underwear.ā
āi love you,ā you whisper back as your bring your forehead to his, still relishing from your second orgasm tonight, āyouāre so good for me.ā
āi love you too, baby.ā
see, many question what it is about your boyfriend that you love so much. in their eyes, heās nothing more than a fearsome man, threatening the innocence of a poor, girl like you.
but if thereās one thing you could never deny, was that your (in reality) sweet, puppy of a boyfriend knows just how to give you the actual best orgasms of your life. and luckily for him, you know how to give it right back to him.
your guysā relationship is perfect as is. regardless if others can fully comprehend it or not.
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Congratulations, You're Pregnant | Kim Hongjoong
-> Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Wife!Reader
-> Request: No
-> Synopsis: Y/N finds out why she's been sick the past two weeks.
-> Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of throwing up, fatigue, medical talk. This is terrible and didn't turn out how I expected it to.
-> Word Count: 656
-> Requests: Open.
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Waking up from her slumber, Y/N turns onto her back and gazes up at her husband through sleepy eyes.Ā Ā
He smiles down at her, āHi, sleepyhead.āĀ
āIām sorry I fell asleep on you,ā she pouts as she starts to feel guilty for falling asleep not even ten minutes into the movie. Now the two-hour movie is almost finished, and she couldnāt tell you how it went or even remembered how it started.Ā
āIt makes up for all the times Iāve fallen asleep on you during movie night,ā he assures her and looks at her with concern. āAre you still not feeling too good?āĀ
She nods and sits up as a wave of nausea washes over her. āI donāt know whatās going. I thought it might be the stomach flu but itās coming up two weeks and itās not easing off at all. The nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite, and fatigue. I just want it to end.āĀ
āI think it's time to see a doctor,ā he suggests, turning off the TV and getting up from the couch. Ā
āI can schedule an appointment for tomorrow. It's not urgent,ā she says. Ā
āIt's urgent for me.Ā My wife has been sick for two weeks, and I want to find out what's causing it,ā he says, heading to the door to put on his shoes and coat. Ā
Without protest, she lets him help her with her shoes and jacket before they leave the house.Ā
Four long hours have passed slowly, making it feel like theyāve been sitting there for an eternity. Y/N's arm is connected to a fluid drip to replenish her hydration while they anxiously await the results of the blood tests.Ā
Y/N's frustration is reaching its peak as she sits on the hospital bed, ready to throttle the next person who enters.Ā She is becoming more agitated by the minute from all the constant beeping of the machines, people muttering to each other and the smell, that hospital grade disinfectant smell. She swears itās ten times worse than it usually is and she knows the smell well. Her motherās been a nurse since before Y/N was born. Sheād often bring the smell home with her.Ā
Finally, the doctor re-enters theĀ cubicle with a surprising announcement. "Congratulations," he says, breaking the silence. "You're pregnant." Ā
The young couple is left speechless, completely taken aback. They havenāt been trying for a baby, both agreeing to wait until next year after all the tour stuff is over.Ā
Now, faced with this unexpected news, their plans are thrown into disarray. Y/N's frustration quickly transforms into a whirlwind of emotions - shock, fear, and a hint of excitement. She looks at Hongjoong, searching for some kind of reassurance. Ā
The doctor continues, explaining the next steps and offering support. Y/N's mind races, not hearing anything the doctor is saying as she looks at Hongjoong, searching for some kind of reassurance. Ā
Hongjoong, sensing Y/N's shift in emotions, reaches out and takes her hand. They exchange a knowing look, silently acknowledging that their lives are about to change in the best way possible.Ā
"Iām sorry, could you please repeat all that?" Hongjoong politely asks the doctor, letting Y/N know that she wasn't the only one who missed what was said.Ā
As soon as Hongjoong and Y/N step foot in their apartment, Hongjoong pulls Y/N into his arms, and buries his face into her neck, as he repeats "I love you," over and over again. Ā
She wraps her arms around him, holding him tightly, feeling his tears wet her skin. Feeling her own tears build up, she becomes overwhelmedĀ
As the news of the unexpected pregnancy continues to sink in, the feelings from earlier, the shock, the fear and the little tinge of excitement, intensifies. Especially the fear and excitement. Ā
In less than 8 months, their small family of two will become a family of three.Ā
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I have to say, your Charles fics where he is/acts like a father are my favorite (the marguerite series and now the recent one) i'd love to keep seeing more ā¤
Jules Bianchi x Daughter!reader
Charles Leclerc x little sister!reader
Summary - It's his home race, his family are there and his win; All through Marguerites eyes
Warning - Mention of Herve Leclerc's death, mention of alcohol
A/n - I'm back oops! Sorry I haven't posted in a month, to cut a long story short alot of shit happened in my life and I took an unexpected break lol. Also @nikfigueiredo thank you babes <333
(The blue bold text is Sky f1 commentary)
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26.05.2024
The atmosphere in Ferrari hospitality was tense. Well everywhere was tense but espercially in Ferrari. Charles Leclerc was leading the Monaco Grand Prix, leading his home race.
Somewhere special to him and his loved one. He grew up on these streets and to win is something he and his late had grown up dreaming.
"There's his family watching on; Alexandra is partner, Pascale is mother and of course his adopted little sister Y/n, who is the daughter of the late Jules Bianchi."
I could feel the Sky camera panning towards me and the rest of the family but I was too stressed. Alexandra was stood beside me and I didn't need to look away from the large screen to know that she was fiddling nervously with her bracelets, much like how I was fidgeting with long strands of my hair.
I watched as the laps ticked closer to 78, one by one slowly. It was really an out of body experience. Part of me knew there was people around but I couldn't care less for them, keeping focused on Charlie.
"And for the first time in 93 years, this favoured race is won by one of their own. Charles Leclerc wins the Monaco Grand Prix to achieve his dream; Victory in his home race!"
Only then did I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Once again the Sky camera is focused on me and Alexandra, but we don't care.
A soft touch shocks me out of my awe and whipping my head around, I see Alexandra looking at me with a excited smile.
"He did! Oh Marguerite, he did!" Her voice is surprisingly smoothing compared to the rest of hospitality. I just echo that same smile before wrapping my arms around her neck as I let out a shaky breath.
Behind Alexandra stand Pascale who captures my eyes, she has small tears on the edge of her water line. It wasn't hard to understand why she had tears in her eyes. I remember the day that we were told Herve Leclerc passed away, of course I was young but I could vividly remember it.
Pulling away from the hug, I feel a sudden surge of energy and excitement. In completely contrast to during the race, I start bouncing on my feet and laughing eagerly.
Turning to random people on our way out of the Ferrari hospitality. "Charlie won the race! His home race!" In return I would get sweet smile and laughs of joy.
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"We can see Y/n Bianchi once again, I think she definitely rivaling Charles Leclerc in excitement right now. Not that long ago, we saw her excitedly talking to Jenson which was a funny thing to watch!"
We make it down to the track in time for the podium. Most of our trip down to the track was spent with Pascale and/or Alexandra pulling me away from restlessly talking to people about his win.
I look up at the podium, I watch as Carlos, Oscar and then Charles all make their ways to their respective steps. We watch as they are handed their trophies and as Prince Albert gives Charlie multiple thrilled hugs.
During the Monegasque national athems, I notice how his eyes floats down to us. Instantly the smiles on both mine and his face widens, finally feeling joy together. After the first athem, I join the Ferrari crew and staff in happily singing the Italian national athems.
"You know we need to get Y/n on to do something with the Sky f1 team because she seems like a sweet young lady and we know that fans her age love her!"
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Whilst waiting for the team debriefing to finish; Me, Alexandra, Pascale, Arthur, Lorenzo and his girlfriend, Charlotte, were all given the now empty Ferrari hospitality to relax.
"Can you believe?! Oh I'm so happy for him!" Unlike everyone, I couldn't hold in my excitement and I was frantically bouncing in my spot between Charlotte and Alexandra. It didn't help that I was running on close to no sleep and some random energy drink.
Everyone just laughed shaking their heads softly. "Oh my god! We need to celebrate! Maybe even my first ever drink!?" I look over towards Pascale, she was practically like a grandmother to me.
She just laughs, giving me a knowning look before replying to me. "That's up to Charlie, don't ask me..."
"Up to me? What's up to me?" His voice comes out of no where, we all quickly turn to face the entrance and there he was stood still in racing suit.
I don't wait a second before rushing over to him and jumping into a hug, something we haven't done in a few years. "You did it! You did it!" I can feel the rumble of his laughter as his arms tighten around me. "I'm so proud of you!" I whisper gently.
Unknown to me, everyone in the room is tearing up. All so proud of Charlie but just in awe of the sweet moment between him and the most loving teenage ever.
"Also can I have my first drink tonight whilst we celebrate? Please!" With a pout on my face, I look up to his face but as soon as he shakes his head with a smirk, my pout turns into a frown and everyone around us just laughs knowingly.
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Don't Stain The Carpet
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Swearing and Heated Make Out
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 1.1K
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Topper and Kece were sick of the fighting. It was happening all day, every day now and they just wanted it to stop. They might even prefer the days when the two would be caught in a heated makeout session instead of an argument. So, they devised a plan to get the exes on a more cordial playing field. āDude, I donāt know whatās wrong with it. One moment itās running fine. The next, it wonāt start,ā Topper complains, leading Rafe down to the basement. The other boy grumbles, āYeah, yeah. Just show me where your laptop is. I donāt know why you called me for it. Iām not fucking IT support.ā Topper throws him a sheepish smile over his shoulder. āBut you are good with computers.ā Rafe rolls his eyes, āStop being a kiss ass. Iām already here.āĀ
Once at the bottom of the stairs, Topper shuts up and steps out of the way so Rafe can pass through first. The tall man thinks nothing of it and enters the finished basement; however, when he is face to face with his ex-girlfriend, suspicion overcomes him. It is too late though because as he turns to leave the room and ream Topper out for this setup, the door is locked behind him. He rushes to the door, trying to open it even though he knows it is locked. āTopper, you little shit. Open this door.ā He is met with silence, so he steps away from it and turns toward Y/N. āWhat are you doing here?ā he questions.Ā
She rolls her eyes, āTop said he needed help picking out a gift for his mom. Why are you here?ā They both know they have been lied to. Itās obviously from the fact that a laptop isnāt in sight and two separate reasons as to why they are there.Ā
He glares at her. āOh, you know, Top said I could meet the Queen of England so I thought wow, I gotta get there. Why does it fucking matter? It was a lie.ā She scoffs, āSee, that. That is why I broke up with you.ā He chuckles and runs his hands through his hair. āOne. The breakup was mutual. Two. What. What is the reason you ābroke upā with me.ā She holds out her hand and motions up and down, āBecause you are an ass. Thatās why. You only care for yourself and thatās it.āĀ
āOh, please. We both know that isnāt fucking true.āĀ
āRight, sorry. I forgot about drugs and alcohol. Those might be pretty high up your list.āĀ
āSTOP PUTTING WORDS IN MY MOUTH!ā
His yell has her flinching back and he takes a deep breath while running his hand down his face āIām sorry. I shouldnāt have yelled.ā Her arms cross and she stands straighter. āYou shouldnāt have,ā she chastises. āLook, just because we are locked in here together doesnāt mean we have to talk to each other. Iāll go see if a call can get through. I mean we really shouldāve seen this coming. His basement doesnāt get any signals.āĀ
With her final mutterance, she storms away from him. Her back hits against the wall and she slides down it. He observes as she pulls her phone out, hearing the familiar music of the cat game she enjoys playing sounds through the room. He smiles at the memory of her turning onto her stomach after an eventful night of love-making to play the game. He would always make fun of her and then rest his chin on her shoulder to watch her play over her shoulder. She used to get so excited when she would find the cat she was looking for. A crease in her forehead forms and he laughs. The noise has her staring at him over her phone. āWhat?ā His hand extends toward her hand, āDidnāt get the cat you wanted?ā her gaze flicks down to her phone with a frown. God, she hates how much he knows her. āYes,ā she whispers, slouching in embarrassment.Ā
Silence occurs on them. He shuffles over to the couch and decides to stroll down memory lane. His thumb swipes through the pictures. Her smile is so bright in this one and the sun hits her just right so it adds an extra shine to her eyes. He shouldāve deleted all their pictures together when they broke up but he couldnāt bring himself to delete them. So he hid them away in a folder and promised to never look at them again. He hates that a distance has grown between them. He has to fix it.
āThe only thing I ever cared about other than myself is you,ā he mumbles. āHmm,ā she sounds out, not looking up from her phone. He clears his throat, āI cared- I mean I still care about you. Maybe even more than I care about myself.ā He takes a second to think about it. āActually. I definitely care about you more than myself.ā The tone shifts in her room and she puts her phone down. He heads over to her, settling on the floor beside her. She looks him in the eyes and her vision has blurred. āThen why werenāt you there? You promised you would be after all the other things you skipped. The worst thing was that you wouldnāt tell me where you were.ā He bites the corner of his lip and reaches into his pocket for his keys. He grows through his keys and holds them out to her, āI was out getting this. I didnāt want to spoil the surprise.ā She takes the key ring into her hands and a shiny diamond stares back at her. āYou were buying me a ring,ā she murmurs. He nods, āI wanted to marry you and I know that this wouldnāt have made up for all the other things I missed, but I was hoping it would show you that I was committed to being with you.ā
Everything she has felt for him for as long as she has known him comes cropping up and she takes a chance. āDo you still want to marry me?ā she questions. His hand rests on her cheek, āMore than anything else in the world.ā She grins at him with tears leaking out of her eyes. āThen let's get married.ā She presses their lips together and swings her leg over him. His fingers lace through her hair, pulling her in closer than possible. As she begins to grind down into him, a loud crash comes from behind him. āI wanted this to work. However, I didnāt want this to work this well,ā Topper gripes. Rafeās eyes narrow at him. āGet out,ā Rafe growls at Kelce and Topper, who are standing in the doorway with wide eyes. Kelce and Topper look at each other with a nod. Topper grabs the doorknob and pulls the door closed. āDonāt stain the carpet!ā Topperās voice pleads through the door, causing the newly reunited couple to laugh together.
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ź«ā§ā Content Gyutaro x female!reader, age difference, angst, fluff, daddy issues, mommy issues, modern au
ź«ā§ā Note 5k words. I want to thank everyone who was so excited for this fic, your kind words really encouraged me to write so much! I hope you enjoy it and keep an eye out for chapter two ā”
This is the most exciting thing thatās happened in Gyutaroās pathetic life since his sister was accepted into college.Ā
His life is nothing special really, and it never has been. Always taking care of his little sister was his number one priority so his needs and wants were always put on the back burner. Not like he had much of a choice anyway. With a face like that, how are you supposed to get anywhere in life? Heās thirty-five and has never had a romantic partner, but no surprise there. His personality is unpleasant and he doesnāt have much going for him. His job is alright and he can afford to support himself and his sister but thatās about it.Ā
By now heās come to accept the fact that some things just arenāt in the cards for him. Things like a wife and maybe even kids. As he got older he found himself longing for these things more and more. Especially when he witnessed all of his friends getting married and starting families of their own. But now at his age, no woman would want to get with him, let alone start a family.
At first, he was mad at the world and everyone in it. It wasnāt fair that he was denied love just because he had a few spots on his face, crooked teeth, and was a bit rough around the edges. The jealousy and anger ate at him for many years, causing his personality to become bitter and cold. On the outside, he seems like the kind of guy who wouldnāt care about love, but it couldnāt be further from the truth. Since he grew up without receiving any love from his mother, it was always something that he craved, even as an adult.
But he grew up, and he had no choice but to realize this was his reality and there was no changing it. It was hard to accept, but heās finally come to peace with it. At least he has Ume, and honestly, heās grateful for that.Ā
But now, you came into his life and things are beginning to take an interesting turn.Ā
Youāre Umeās friend from college, sheās a year older than you but you got to know her well in one of your math classes. Ume hates math so she waited until her senior year to take it, which she is starting to regret now. The only upside to the situation is that she met you.
Having gotten pretty close to Ume over the course of the semester, she would often invite you over to her place. Youāve heard her talk about her brother before but you had never met him since he was usually at work when you came over. But when you saw him for the first time, he wasnāt what you had expected. He looked a lot different than the image you had in your mind and he was a lot less friendly than Ume had described him. But even though most of the time he was in a bad mood, heād be polite to you for the brief moments he was around.Ā
The first thing you noticed about him was how tall he was and how deep and raspy his voice sounded. It was oddly attractive, especially when paired with his messy black hair. You knew he was older than Ume but he didnāt look that old. The only thing that maybe signified his age were the dark circles around his eyes, probably from being overworked.Ā
Gyutaro never expected to get close to his little sisterās best friend. Itās something he never would have considered, but your actions are causing him to rethink his stance on your almost nonexistent relationship.
.ĖāāąØā”ą§āāĖ.
One night youāre studying over at Umeās place again. The two of you sit in the dining room, with notebooks, pens, and textbooks spread across the table. Midterms are coming up so youāre trying really hard to get some studying done. Even though Ume keeps getting distracted and scrolling through TikTok.
Youāve almost lost your sanity with this study session when you hear the front door unlocking.Ā
Gyutaro, looking as tired as usual, walks into the house. Kicking off his shoes and throwing his bag on the floor. He barely even acknowledges you as he walks past saying, āGirls, can you please clean the table.ā
āMm hm,ā Ume hums as she continues looking at her phone screen.Ā
He knows she isnāt going to do as he asks, but he always asks anyway. Today has been a long day and Gyutaro just wishes he could go to sleep but he knows he has a household to take care of. So he hurriedly rushes over to the bathroom and takes a quick shower. Coming out with messy damp hair and a towel wrapped around his waist. He goes straight to his bedroom, but you manage to catch a glimpse of him through the hall.Ā
The way his long hair sticks to his muscled shoulders and back distracts you. And even after heās gone from your sight, the heavenly image is still stuck in your mind.Ā
āWill I ever get a break?ā he thinks to himself as he puts on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, āAs soon as Iām done cooking Iām passing out.ā Itās only 8 pm but after another overtime shift, heās pooped. Umeās lucky he loves her so much, or else he would just make her eat a Lean Cuisine for dinner.
He doesnāt even bother to brush his hair and just heads straight towards the kitchen. But on his way, heās met with something that surprises him.Ā
āYou actually cleaned the table?ā he says in shock.
āNo, she did,ā Ume points to you without even looking up from her phone.Ā
Gyutaro scowls and hits Ume in the back of the head with a rolled-up newspaper, āWhatās the matter with you? Itās rude to make your guest clean!ā
āHey!! Cut it out!! I didnāt tell her to, she did it on her own!ā Ume whines.
āStill, you should have cleaned it yourself,ā he grumbles and throws the newspaper to the side, āY/N, Iām sorry. Please stay for dinner, thatās the least I could offer you for helping my sister since sheās too lazy to do anything on her own.ā
āNo no, itās ok! I donāt want to put more work on your plate -ā
āI insist,ā he smiles and begins preparing the ingredients.Ā
Ume pays no attention to the matter, as you admire her brother while he works away in the kitchen. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he takes a sip and sighs before he begins washing some vegetables.Ā
You sit there and stare at his muscles, admiring the way they move along with noticing the tattoo on his upper arm. The way his hair falls in his face, and he tries to push it away with his wrist while his hands hold ingredients.Ā
This is something youāve never had before. A man who takes care of you. Itās something new for you, and quite frankly youāre a bit jealous of Ume. It must be nice to have someone who takes care of her like Gyutaro does. Especially since your father was never around, it feels comforting being in this kind of atmosphere with Gyutaro and his sister.Ā
The loud clattering of metal hitting the floor snaps you out of the trance you were in. It seems that Gyutaro dropped a knife because he had almost fallen asleep. You can see his eyes closing slowly as he shakes his head in an attempt to wake himself up. Even though you barely know him, the sight makes you feel bad for him. He must be so exhausted, yet heās determined to make dinner for his little sister.Ā
āHey, do you need any help?ā you ask as you walk into the kitchen.Ā
āN-no, thank you though.ā He tries to brush you off and continue cooking but you stop him, grabbing his wrist and taking the utensils out of his hand.
āItās ok really, you seem exhausted. Plus I like cooking so itās no biggie!ā You smile and try to lead him away from the kitchen.
āWhat? No! Youāre our guest itād be rud-ā
āOnii-chan just let her do it! Sheās offering, stop being so stubborn!ā Ume chimes in.
āDonāt worry, I donāt think youāre a bad host. Youāve been nothing but welcoming to me, I just want to help out,ā you lead him over to the couch and force him to sit down, āEveryone deserves a break once in a while.ā
āBut I-ā his sentence trails off as he watches you walk away, not giving him any say in the matter. He feels incredibly guilty for letting you cook. But his body is too tired to fight it, and you no longer hear any complaints from him.
Looking around the kitchen you scan what Gyutaro had set up. Thereās a pot of boiling water on the stove, a pan with oil in it, some half-cut tomatoes, a box of pasta, and an unopened package of meat. You can only assume that he was trying to make spaghetti. Luckily for you, itās easy enough and something youāve made countless times before.Ā
After about 30 minutes you have all of the food prepared. You make a plate for yourself, Ume, and Gyutaro.Ā
āThanks, Y/N!ā Ume exclaims as she finally puts down her phone and takes her plate.Ā
Next, you walk over to Gyutaro to give him his food, but heās already passed out on the couch. The bottle of beer still in his hand, half full.Ā
āPoor thing,ā you whisper to yourself, āGuess itāll just be Ume and I for now.ā You take the plate to the table and eat with Ume, opting that itās probably best to let Gyutaro sleep.Ā
.ĖāāąØā”ą§āāĖ.
His stomach rumbles and his eyes are heavy as he slowly opens them, looking around at his surroundings. Confused for a moment as he forgot where he was. The living room is dark and quiet and he canāt quite remember why or how he fell asleep here.Ā
But then he looks over at the coffee table and remembers everything. His bottle is placed aptly beside a plate full of delicious looking pasta. Neatly wrapped in plastic wrap with a note reading, Enjoy! :)
āNo way,ā he mumbles as he tears off the plastic and begins to dig in. His eyes roll to the back of his head when the delicious food hits his tongue. Things taste so much better when someone else makes them. And honestly, he canāt recall how many years itās been since someone has cooked him a meal. Five? Possibly ten? Either way, he savors the moment.
.ĖāāąØā”ą§āāĖ.
That meal has been on Gyutaroās mind for days now. Never forgetting the taste and the gratifying feeling of eating a meal that was carefully prepared by someone else. It was amazing. And youāve been on his mind ever since that night.
He told Ume to thank you since he didnāt have your number, and he really hopes she actually did it and didnāt just blow him off like she usually does.
As he drives home from work he canāt help but think of how nice it would be to come home to one of your home-cooked meals. Itās become a fantasy of his to imagine this on his drives home after a long shift. The thought brings him some comfort even though he knows it will never become a reality.
And just as he was driving through downtown he saw someone familiar. It was you, standing beneath one of the street lights as a strange man loomed over you. He appeared to be talking to you, but your body language looked as if you were very uncomfortable with the situation.Ā
The strange man appeared to be around Gyutaroās age and all he could think was, āCāmon man, youāre too old to be doing this shit to a young girl. You should know better.ā He rolls his eyes and pulls over next to the sidewalk.Ā
With a deep, tired sigh, he gets out of the car and yells, āHey Y/N! Iāve been looking everywhere for you!āĀ
At first, the sudden voice calling out to you startles you, but as soon as you see that itās Umeās brother you feel like youāve been saved. The strange man looks over at Gyutaro too, giving him a confused look.
āWeāre gonna be late for that movie,ā Gyutaro smiles as if everything is normal and walks up to you, āOh, whoās this? Do I know this guy?ā
āUh n-no, I donāt think you know him,ā you say nervously.Ā
Gyutaro nods and takes your hand, āSorry man, but we gotta go. Weāre gonna miss the premier if we donāt get going now.āĀ
The stranger seems convinced and walks off as Gyutaro leads you back to his car. Opening the door for you, as he watches the man walk away. Making sure heās gone for good.Ā
You donāt hesitate to get into his car, a huge wave of relief washing over you once youāre safely inside.Ā
As soon as Gyutaro gets into the car he scolds you, āWhat the hell were you doing out here by yourself?ā His eyes scan your form, and he notices youāre wearing a short dress.
āI was out with some friends,ā you say shyly, āand I wanted to go home, but everyone else wanted to stay outā¦āĀ
He sighs and starts the car, āYou canāt walk around like that, creepy guys are gonna flock towards you. Itās dangerous.ā
āI know, I was so stupid for doing thatā¦ B-but thank you so much for helping me, Gyutaro! You really saved me there,ā you feel tears well up in your eyes as you imagine what might have happened to you if Gyutaro never showed up.Ā
āHey hey, itās alright,ā his expression softens, āYouāre ok now, thatās all that matters. And from now on if you need a ride just call me, ok?ā
āR-really? I donāt want to inconvenience you or anythingā¦ā
āDonāt worry about it, youāre Umeās friend. Iād do it for Ume so Iād do it for you too. Besides, I work around here so itās no big deal,ā he smiles and hands you his phone so you can put your number in.
āThanks. Umeās really lucky to have a big brother like you,ā you say as you finish creating your contact in his phone.
āI try my best I guess, heh if only Ume heard you say that. Anyway, where do you live?ā
āOh, right! Itās super close to here,ā you type the directions into his phone navigation, āI really owe you for this, Gyutaro! What can I do to make it up to you?ā
āWh-what? No no no, you donāt have to do anything,ā he gets a bit flustered as he begins driving towards your place.Ā
āCome on! You did so much for me, itās the least I could do! Ooh, how about I cook something for you?ā You raise your eyebrows and smile, trying to convince him.Ā
When he hears your plea, itās like his prayers were answered.Ā
ā... well, I canāt say no to that.ā
.ĖāāąØā”ą§āāĖ.
The long-awaited day has finally come. The day that you will bring over some home-cooked meals to Gyutaroās house. Heās been anticipating this ever since you promised it to him.
You come over holding tons of containers of food, much more than he had expected.Ā
āWoah, let me help you,ā he says as he holds the front door open and takes one of the bags out of your hand.
āAh, thanks. I didnāt realize how much food I made until I had to pack it all up,ā you laugh and walk into his home. Placing the food on the table, you neatly snack boxes of prepared meals.Ā
āWhatās all this?ā he asks, a bit confused. He was expecting you to bring over a big container full of food, not a bunch of small ones.Ā
āI know you work a lot and stuff. So, I thought itād be better if I packed everything up into individual meals so you can just grab them and take them to work. Less prep work for you. I hope thatās alrightā¦ā
Gyutaro is truly left speechless, unable to believe that you not only put so much effort into this but also so much consideration as well. Still in disbelief, he takes one of the neatly packed boxes and opens it up. Inside heās met with a delicious meal separated neatly, and even a small dessert tucked into the side. The sight is beautiful, but the smell is what really makes him salivate.Ā
āWow,ā he smiles, āI-I donāt know what to say. This is amazing, thank you.āĀ
He begins to choke up. After so many years of taking care of his sister, always worrying about her needs, caring for her, stepping up and being that guardian that she needed, never once did someone stop to ask him what he wanted. Let alone go out of their way to take care of him. And for once, just once, he gets a taste of what it feels like to be cared for. Nurtured. And itās a feeling he wishes he never had to let go of.
All of the emotions heās kept in for so long finally pour out of him. Your kindness and consideration force his walls to crumble. And his eyes begin to water as he pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes in an attempt to stop his tears.Ā
āHey, are you alright?ā You ask as you immediately notice that something isnāt right.
It takes him a moment to compose himself, āI-Iām ok,ā he rasps, āJustā¦ I really appreciate you doing this. Itās been so long since someone has done something for meā¦ā
āWell, you deserve it,ā you smile and try to comfort him by rubbing his back, āI can tell you work really hard. My mom is the same way. So I understand.ā
āThanks,ā he smiles and quickly composes himself, āA-Anyway, Iām going to try one right now. It smells great.ā He quickly tries to change the subject partially because heās embarrassed, but also because he genuinely cannot wait to taste your cooking again.
The food still feels warm so he rushes into the kitchen to grab a fork, and he sits at the table and digs in. Immediately as the food hits his tongue he lets out a groan of satisfaction.Ā
āMmph, ooh my god,ā he says right before he shoves another spoonful into his mouth, āso good!ā
āIām glad you like it,ā you smile and sit beside him at the table, āThese recipes are super easy and budget-friendly, so I can give them to you if you want.ā
āPlease! Mmph, thatād be great,ā he swallows another big bite, āWhereād you learn to cook so well?ā
āI just learned over time. Itās always just been my mom and I, my dad was never around,ā you sigh, āSo I kinda had to learn how to take care of myself since my mom always had two jobs. I would always make food for us to ease her workload. And Iāve always enjoyed cooking so I never minded.ā
āWait, for real?ā he looks surprised, āMy mom was never around! Man, it fucking sucks doesnāt it?ā
āSo you understand how I feel!ā you smile despite talking about something upsetting, āSo, your dad was the one that raised you?ā
āBasically,ā he nods as he licks his fork clean, āMy mom wouldnāt let my dad come around much, even though she wasnāt around much herself. I was pretty much on my own till my momĀ died and my dad took us in.ā
Watching him talk about his past, you get the impression that itās something he doesnāt often talk about. His body language alone is enough to tell you that. But the two of you feel some type of connection having shared a similar childhood experience.
āYour dad sounds like a good man,ā you smile, āI think heād be very proud of you.ā
He looks up at you, his eyes shining with a mixture of sadness and appreciation. āThanksā¦ he really was the best. But sometimes I just wish I could have had a normal family.ā
āYeah I totally get it,ā you sigh, āThatās why I always told myself Iād try to give my future kid the best life I can.Ā I want to give them the childhood I never hadā¦ā You trail off, thinking about the future you hope will become a reality one day.Ā
āExactly!ā he shouts, āThatās exactly what I told myself too! I always wanted a family so I could do things right.ā
He seems excited at first but his expression quickly shifts to one of sadness.Ā
āBut itās too late for me to have a family,ā he continues, looking down as he opens up about one of his biggest failures, āOh well, if Ume ever has kids Iāll just try to be the best uncle I can.ā
āWhy would you say itās too late?ā you tilt your head to the side, confused.ā
āY/N, Iām thirty-five years old. Iām too old to start a familyā¦ Besides most women my age are done having kids. Not that any woman would want to be with me anyways.ā He frowns, being reminded of how he failed to fulfill one of the only dreams heās ever had.Ā
āWhy not just start a family with a young girl, like me?ā You ask without completely realizing what youāre saying.Ā
āWh-what?ā his eyes widen, completely taken aback by your statement. Could you be insinuating what he thinks youāre insinuating? Heās not sure whether youāre just naive or completely delusional.Ā
āW-Well um,ā you blush as you begin to realize what youāve said, āI think youāre a really great guy. Any woman would be lucky to-ā
āGet out,ā he cuts you off.Ā
āIām sorry-ā
āGET OUT!ā He raises his voice, striking fear into you to the point where you feel your eyes begin to water.Ā
You feel utterly embarrassed and ashamed. Just when you were starting to get close to him too, you had to say something stupid to ruin it all. Honestly, you have no idea what you were thinking. You will admit you did have a crush on him, so maybe your heart just got excited and took a risky leap of faith. But unfortunately for you, it backfired.Ā
Without another word you rush out of his house as fast as you can, balling your eyes out.Ā
.ĖāāąØā”ą§āāĖ.Ā
Itās been a few days, and Gyutaro has been ignoring your texts. They stopped coming after that first day, and even though he didnāt respond he still read them. Reading your apologies over and over. He couldnāt get the situation out of his head no matter how hard he tried. So he decided maybe he needed an outside opinion.Ā
He finds himself sitting at a bar, drinking a beer. Rubbing his rough hand across the stubble thatās grown on his face as heās been too stressed lately to bother shaving. Honestly, he looks pretty rough. Heās caught up in his self-sabotaging thoughts when he hears a familiar voice call out to him.
āGyutaro! Howāve you been, man?ā
He turns around with a smile on his face, āHey Kai, whatās up?ā He stands and gives his best friend a side hug.Ā
āGyutarooooo, do I get a hug too?ā an annoying voice chimes, a voice that instantly gives Gyutaro a headache. This voice could only belong to one person.Ā
āI hope you donāt mind that I invited him too,ā Kaigaku laughs nervously.
āDoumaā¦ā Gyutaro deadpans.
āWhat? Arenāt you happy to see me?ā Douma smiles wide, giving Gyutaro a one-sided hug. āSo, spill the details! Kai said you had some juicy gossip to talk about!ā He says as he sits beside him at the bar, placing his hand under his chin and batting his long eyelashes.Ā
Kaigaku takes a seat on the other side of Gyutaro and mumbles, āMaybe this was a mistake.ā
āItās fine,ā Gyutaro sighs and takes a drink from his bottle, āI really just wanted some advice. Just promise you wonāt make it weird.ā
āWhen do I ever make things weird?ā Douma asks.Ā
Gyutaro just stares at him, thinking of all of the times he has indeed made things weird.Ā
āCome on man, just spit it out already!ā Kaigaku nudges his shoulder.Ā
Gyutaro groans and slumps over in his seat, āAlright alright. So, thereās this girl-ā
āA girl?!ā Both of his friends say in unison.Ā
āShut up!ā Gyutaro growls, knowing exactly why his friends are so shocked. Because out of all of the years theyāve known him, heās never once brought up a girl.Ā
āAnyway,ā he continues, āThereās a girl I kind of likeā¦ sheās really sweet and we have a lot in common butā¦ā he trails off, hesitant to tell them the truth, āSheās only twenty-oneā¦ā
Kaigaku chokes on his drink.
āI donāt see an issue,ā Douma says, genuinely confused.
āOf course, you donāt,ā Gyutaro mumbles under his breath.Ā
āHow the hell did you get into this situation?ā Kaigaku coughs.
āIt wasnāt on purpose! I didnāt pursue her at all!ā Gyutaro scowls, āListen, sheās one of Umeās friends. She comes over a lot and sheās been really nice to me. She even cooked a bunch of meals for me tooā¦ā
āAnd? Spill it, Shabana!ā Douma pouts, getting impatient.Ā
āAND, we were talking about what we want for our future. I told her I wanted a family one day but Iām too oldā¦ and she said why donāt I have a family with a young girl like her. I immediately told her to leave. Iām starting to think maybe I overreactedā¦ā
āWell, girls that age are very fertile!ā Douma chimes as if his statement was completely innocent.
āSTOP!ā Gyutaro shouts, āThatās fucking weird, man! Donāt say it like that!āĀ
āMaybe I shouldnāt have invited himā¦ā Kaigaku mumbles.Ā
āHey, itās true! I am a gynecologist after all, itās just medical facts! And sheās right, having children with someone your age will be much more difficult and there could be complications!ā Douma asserts confidently.
āThe fact that youāre a gynecologist disturbs me,ā Kaigaku says.Ā
āMe too,ā Gyutaro adds.Ā
āCome on guys! Itās not as weird as you think. Why would it be so wrong to date her?ā
āFor starters, sheās fourteen fucking years younger than me! Thatād be creepy rightā¦? I donāt want people thinking Iām a weirdo or a creep,ā he frowns, starting to feel like maybe he is a creep for even considering something with you.Ā
Kaigaku takes a sip of his drink, thinking long and hard about what advice he should give his friend. Especially since Douma is useless.Ā
āI mean, itās not that bad,ā he shrugs, āAt the end of the day youāre both consenting adults. And since when did you care about what other people think of you anyway?ā
āYou have a point,ā Gyutaro replies, āBut she should live her life instead of wasting her time with an old guy like me.ā
āFirst of all you arenāt even that old,ā Kai rolls his eyes, āAnd second of all, sheās an adult who is fully capable of making her own decisions. If she wants to be with you, then she wants it for a reason. Maybe she wants a guy who is at a more stable point in his life. Who knows?ā
āExactly, Kaiās right. I see age gaps much larger than this all the time, itās more common than you think,ā Douma adds.Ā
āAnd besides, it would only be creepy if you were talking to her when she was a minor,ā Kaigaku states, āLike if youāre an adult talking to a minor, then wait till theyāre an adult to pursue them romantically itās a little creepy if you ask me. But you didnāt even know her at all until now. So donāt worry man. You arenāt creepy or weird for liking this girl.ā
Gyutaro feels a wave of relief wash over him as he listens to his friendās explanation. It's the first thing heās heard that actually made him feel a bit better about the situation. āSo, you really think itās ok for me to pursue her?ā
āHell yeah! Be happy, man. I know youāre not the kind of guy to go after a girl just because sheās young. She sounds like a really nice girl, and Iām happy someone finally sees what a great guy you are.ā
āThanks, Kai,ā Gyutaro smiles, āAlright, I guess Iāll go for it.ā
Gyutaro feels a newfound confidence overtake him. His friends are right, he shouldnāt be so caught up in the details when the fact of the matter is that a really amazing woman is interested in him for the first time in his life. And he cannot let this opportunity slide, as it may be the last chance he has at happiness.Ā
āWho knows, maybe sheās one of my patients!ā Douma chimes in out of nowhere.
āShut up, Douma! God, I canāt take you anywhere!ā Kai growls.Ā
.ĖāāąØā”ą§āāĖ.
That night you receive a text from Gyutaro, āDo you want to go to the botanical gardens with me this weekend?ā
When you first read the text you had to pinch yourself in case you were dreaming. Why would he say that all of a sudden? Did he suddenly have a change of heart? Or maybe heās inviting you out just so he can tell you off in person.Ā
You arenāt sure which one, but youāve been so stressed over this situation that youāll do anything to make up with him. So you hastily respond, āYes! Iād love to :)ā
Immediately you regret how eager you sound in the text, thinking that it might make Gyutaro think you're even more childish. But in reality it makes him smile knowing that someone is excited to see him for once.
āOk. Iāll send you the details,ā he responds a minute later.
Is this a date? Thatās the only question that keeps replaying in your mind. A date with Gyutaro, your best friendās older brother. The whole thing feels taboo, but youād be lying if you said that it didnāt make you feel even more excited.
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Pairing: Jake x Fem!MC
Genre: Post-Episode 10 Duskwood, Post-Episode 1 Moonvale
Words: 8,916
Summary: It's been three months since the explosion in the mine. Three months since Hannah was found. And MC's accepted that Jake is never coming back. When she gets roped into another missing person's case, it makes for the perfect distraction. Jake is dead. It's fine. That is, until she finds herself on the phone with Alan Bloomgate who says he has something to show her. But it's fine. Jake is dead.
Until he's not.
EPISODE-1 MOONVALE SPOILERS AHEAD (MAYBE)!
[ A/N: Hello! :)
I know it's been a while since I've done this, but I finished Moonvale Episode 1 and if you've seen the ending (and used its Duskwood code), you know what happened and how excited I was to receive that bit of Duskwood. So, I took it and ran with it, and out came this extremely long fic. I did not proofread this as it took me literally almost 12 hours to write so it is completely and 100% me and my love for Jake and I hope you love it.
Side note: I suck with anything related to timelines, so I made one up on my own. I know Episode 1 of Moonvale takes place over the course of a day or two, but for the purpose of this fic, it made sense to make it longer, so it's not a typo, or me losing my mind, it's just the way my brain processed this.
Enjoy! :) ]
Itās been three months since the explosion in the mine.
Three months since Richy had been killed. Three months since Hannah was rescued. Three months since I had last spoken to Thomas or Cleo or Lilly orā¦or Jessy. I didnāt blame her then and I donāt blame her now. Any of them, really. I didnāt share the bond they had with each other. I wasnāt from Duskwood. It didnāt matter that weād experienced a tragedy togetherāand yes, perhaps them more than me, but I loved Richy too. I had lost Richy too. And Jakeā
But mostly, I think they just wanted to forget. To move on. They didnāt want to remember that their friend had been capable ofā¦of that. And I was a constant reminder of that to them. So I understood why we didnāt necessarily talk anymore.
The one person I did keep in contact with from Duskwood, oddly enough, other than the occasional update from Alan Bloomgate, was Dan. We werenāt best friends or anything, but he allowed me to check in on our friends in a way that I didnāt know how to do with anyone else. Maybe because I thought he was the least affected among them. I knew he cared about Hannah, but he wasnāt to her what Thomas or Cleo or Lilly were. And he wasnāt to Richy what Jessy had been.
Iād learned from him that Thomas and Hannah had broken up. There was no bad blood, but Thomas hadnāt quite figured out how to accept the things heād learned about his girlfriend when sheād been gone, and Hannah hadnāt quite figured out how to re-trust someone after Richy. Even if that person was Thomas. But Iād hoped they would find their way back to each other in the end.
I thought about reaching out to Jessy every once in a whileāeven just as an apology for everything that had happened. Iām sorry that Hannah was found at the expense of Richy. Iām sorry that he did this to you. Iām sorry I didnāt realize it sooner. We should have. We should have. We should have. I miss you. But I never send it. Iām not all that sure sheād respond anyway.
Cleo and I were never all that close. She has her best friend back, so I think sheās probably as okay as she can be. Helping Hannah find a new kind of normal in a time where her childhood friend had kidnapped her in order to prove a point. I donāt know how you come back from thatāI donāt know how you come back from knowing that you killed somebody at all.
I hadnāt found the courage to ask if somebody had told Hannah about Jake.
Not that I think it would matter anyway. I hadnāt heard from him since before the explosion in the mine, which was, like I saidāthree months ago. I waited the appropriate amount of timeātwenty-five daysābefore I broke down and concluded that maybe he hadnāt survived. Which just piled a shit-ton of guilt onto my shoulders because it was supposed to be me in that mine. He had gone in place of me and now he was dead.
It was the only explanation that made sense. I was used to Jake disappearing for days at a time, but never as long as he had been now. And he didnāt seem like the type to tell me he loved me and then leave without a single explanation. Not unless he had to. But it had been three months and as much as I missed him, as much as my chest ached with the thought that we would never eat Chinese food out of shitty motels and have that on-the-run ending we talked about, I had accepted that he wasnāt coming back.
I wonder if he had known about Richy or if he had died still thinking Michael Hanson was the one who had kidnapped Hannah. I wonder if his last thoughts were of me. Maybe itās selfish, but I kind of hope they were, because Iām pretty sure Iāll think about him for the rest of my life.
I wonder what it would have felt like to run my hands through his hair. To kiss him. To spend every waking moment with him and know it was because I loved him. Because I would have. Talking to Jake became about more than just finding Hannah. It became a part of my day I looked forward to more than anything else. He confided in me in a way that told me he never had with anyone, maybe not even Hannah, and I needed that from somebody. I needed somebody to trust in me the way that Jake did. I needed somebody to love me the way that Jake did.
It was strangeāand maybe a little ironicāthe thought that something so beautiful could come out of something so tragic.
Anyway, my point is: itās been a long couple of months. Of thinking about my friends. Of thinking about Jake. Of wondering if I should have done things differently. I should have gone to Duskwood to help. Not even with the mine, but sooner. I could have. I couldāve gone when Jessy was attacked on the way home. I couldāve gone when the group made plans to cut out of town and hide away in the house Richy had found. Selfishly, I should have. In that moment, when they were settled around the fire and Lilly called me, I had never remembered wanting anything more. I should have grabbed Jakeāmetaphorically, maybe even literallyāand rode it out with them to the end.
I donāt stop missing them after three months. Of wishing things could have been different. Wishing I could have done more. But exactly ninety-five days after the explosion in the mine, seventy days since I had accepted that Jake was never coming back, twenty-two days since I had last heard from anybody from Duskwood (Dan included), my phone dings with a new message.
And the cycle starts all over again.
Itās somebody named Eric, who claims he needs my help to find his friend Adam, who disappeared while he was waiting for a ride in someplace called Redlog Pines. And much like with Duskwood, I have never heard of Redlog, and the case reminds me way too much of Thomasā first message to me, so much that it makes my chest ache, but I canāt say no because thereās somebody missing, and if Iād say no the first time, God knows where Hannah would be.
So, I say yes, and I help out where I can, and Eric decides he needs to bring about four more friends in on his little plan and I try my best to stay emotionally unattached because I remember everything that happened the last time and I canāt go through that again. I offer up information when I can and keep my words short and careful because Iām not ready to get attached to somebody else I know I might never meet.
I know how this ends.
Two days in, Ash, one of Ericās friends, brings up my Duskwood past and the unhealed wound Iāve been trying to mend breaks open again. She asks about Richy, and about the mine, and then because Iām me and I canāt help myself, I tell her about Jake. She tells me the news never mentioned another body and I shove that thought to the back of my head because hoping for something that will never come true will kill me.
Four days into Adamās disappearance, and the police not giving a shitāas Charlie, somebody who reminds me far too much of Richy for comfort, points outāmy phone beeps with an incoming call from somebody I havenāt spoken to in a while.
āGo for [MC].ā I answer my phone.
Ever since Hannah had been found in the mine and Jake hadā¦you know, my phone had been more silent than Iād gotten used to. Until this new case. But even thatāit was only a few days old and I didnāt want to go down the same path with them that I did with my friends in Duskwood. We didnāt really know each other that long, sureāeven though sometimes itād felt like itābut it felt like Iād finally been a part of something. Like, I had found these people who had chosen me for me.
And originally, maybe they had. Maybe theyād had every intention of keeping me around, but then Richy was the Man Without A Face and Alan Bloomgate had rescued Hannah and nothing was the same as it had been when weād met each other. We knew too many secrets about each other by the time the town settled. Secrets we would have to take to the grave.
Or maybe Iām losing my mind a bit and I had really only been a means to an end.
Either way.
āAlan?ā I raise my voice when thereās nothing but breathing on the other end of the line. āDid you mean to call me?ā
His tone is clipped. āI found something.ā
āYou found something.ā I repeat.
My heart clenches. For all I know, it might fall into my stomach. As far I know, from watching the news, from what Ash told me, Jakeās body was never found. Richyās was. Or what was left of him to find, anyway. I had assumed that there just hadnāt been enough of Jake left. The thought left me nauseous, but it was better than hoping for something I knew I could never have.
āIām sending it to your phone now.ā He responds. āLet me know what you think of this.ā
And then he hangs up.
That was a riveting conversation, I think as my phone dings with a message. I do my best to ignore my other messagesācontacts from Duskwood Iām still not ready to acknowledgeāand click Alan Bloomgate. He sent me a video that looks likeāoh God.
Immediately, Iām overcome with emotion as an all-too-familiar forest pops up on my phone. Itās a video of Alanās bodycam footage. Heās searching the Duskwood forest. A forest Iāve seen too many times in the background of other video calls.
I watch as he stumbles upon an object thatās too dark to make out at first. When he gets closer, itās clear that itās a backpack. Itās simple. Black. Nothing about it that screams this is mine and I left it here about anybody in particular. You stupid, stupid idiot, I tell my heart when it rattles against my chest in hope. Heās dead.
Alan stands and treks away from the backpackāI want to scream at him to go back, to open it and look through it and tell me if itās what my heart aches to believe, but I canāt, because this is a video and Iām simply watching with wide eyes, waiting forā¦for something. But then. But then, he moves further into the forest and I watch as he stumbles upon an object that makes my knees tremble and tears rush to my eyes and my hands shake. A black hoodie. It looks like itās been through hell, with holes scattered up the sleeves and dirt cakes into the hood, but itās unmistakably his.
And thenāAlan lifts the hood and picks up something that makes me sink to my knees with a sob that wracks my entire frame. Because Iām staring at Jakeās mask. The mask he doesnāt go anywhere without. The mask that protects him. And so my relief is short-lived, because I realize that even if heās aliveāwhich seems like a very big possibility at this pointāheās alive without the things that he needs to survive.
And then the anger kicks in. Because if heās been alive, on his own, for three monthsāwhy has he not contacted me? Unless he survived the mine but he didnāt survive the after. But that didnāt make any sense. So, okay, he wasnāt dead. But that didnāt make any sense either. He told me he wouldnāt let them catch him. Because catching that meant he would be apart from me. Did something happen that prevented him from being able to reach out and tell me he was at least okay? A quick text that said didnāt die in the explosion in the mine, you donāt need to mourn me, by the way, going off radar for another year. Did he think I would have given up on him?
I wipe my eyes and shoot a message to Alan.
ME: Recently?? Did nobody search the forests before?Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
ALAN: Searched the forests for what, [MC]? The logical assumption seemed to be that if anybody was inside the mine when Richy set the fire, they would have perished alongside him. Officers were stationed outside every known entrance and exit. Besides, after the story you and your friends spun around this town, do you think anybody would have gone back into its forests?
ME: But itās possible?
ALAN: I would say these items had been there for some time. But I would say it is likely he ditched them when he fled the mine, yes.
Another sob tears through my throat. Jake is alive. I donāt know quite what that means for us as of now, but I know itās the best news Iāve heard since Hannah was found. Jake is alive. Heās out there somewhere. And even if itās been three months, and even if Iām a little bit mad at him right now, I know that if he was here, I would throw my arms around his neck and hold on to him until someone dragged me off, and even thenāI would fight kicking and screaming.
I close out of my messages with Alan and pull up a conversation I havenāt had the heart to look at in quite some time.
ME: Jakeās alive.
LILLY: ā¦
LILLY: Have you spoken to him?
ME: Alan called. He found some of Jakeās things in Duskwood. I donāt know a lot of details. But I know he made it out of the mine.
Lilly types for a long while, but she doesnāt respond. I donāt take it personally. I think itās probably hard for her to be happy that her brotherās okay while also trying to accept that her sister may never be okay again. Her sister, who had once-upon-a-time been kind-of-sort-of in love with their brother she didnāt know she had. I think that would probably mess with any familyās heads. And on top of all that, you throw in manslaughter and a kidnapping. I wouldnāt wish anybody, not even my worst enemy, to have had to go through what the Donforts had.
When it becomes adamant that Lilly isnāt going to respond, I start scrolling through messages with the rest of the group in Duskwood. I click on Jessy. Iām here if you need me. That had been the last thing I sent to her, a couple of days after Richyās death. She hadnāt responded. I click out of Jessyās contact and click on Thomasā instead. Thank you for everything. That had been his last message to me after we found Hannah. Iād liked it. I hadnāt expected at the time it would be the last thing weād ever say to each other. I click out of Thomasā and click on Richy. So, you want to turn yourself in? Iād asked. That was before he called me. Before he lit a match and burned himself and the mine to the ground. Some people would call that heroic. I mostly call him a coward.
I click on Jakeās name. Itās been a while since I read messages between the two of us. Maybe before I had acceptedāthoughtāhe was dead. In that twenty-five-day period when Iād hoped with all Iād had that he would come back. I love you. That was the last message he sent me. Iād responded with I love you too, Jake. Then, four days later: Are you okay? A week later: Jake, please, youāre starting to scare me. I know you said you would contact when you could, but itās been a week. After twenty-five days, when I had finally accepted our fate, Iād sent one final message: I hope you know that I love you, and I will always care about you, but I think itās time for me to move on. Iām so sorry that I sent you into the mine. It should have been me. And I will probably feel the guilt from that for the rest of my life. Thank you for everything. Take care of yourself, wherever you are.
After that, I had closed out of our messages and hadnāt looked back. Partly because I couldnāt bear the pain of it. It felt like I had given up on him. I hadnātāif I had thought for a second that he was alive, if I knew then what I know now, I would have never sent that message. But holding out hope for somebody who I thought was a ghost at the time? That was slowly killing me.
Itās only then that I notice the screen flickering. Much like the way it used to whenever Jake would hack into my phone. I donāt think heās much in the mood to be hacking right now, but somehow, I know itās him. When had he done this? Recently? If I had opened our messages, would I have seen this tenātwentyāeven fifty days ago? It hadnāt looked like this the last time I texted him. Did he see my last message about needing to move on? Was that why he hadnāt reached out to tell me that he was okay? Because he thought I was moving on happily without him?
No, my brain supplies. He wouldnāt. He would reach out anyway, because he knows how much the thought of him not being okay would have destroyed you.
The screen flickers once more and then a message pops up, bright and blue-tinted and clear as day on my phone.
[MC]
I WILL FIND YOU
And the world around me shifts.
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Maybe it sounds crazy, considering Iāve never seen his face before, but I always thought that if Iād ran into Jake one day, maybe on the street or at one of those motels he stayed at or maybe even in Duskwood, surrounded by all our friends, I would know it was him. I would, because itās him, and itās me, and weāre the only two people who understand each other quite the way we do.
I still believe that.
I believe it when I book my flight to Duskwood (or rather, twenty miles outside of town, which is the closest airport). I believe it when I board the airplane and find a seat next to a mother with her screaming child and when I shoot off a quick text to Eric to let him know Iāll be MIA for the next few hours, but to message me if he needs anythingāand I think about how much easier this case would probably be to solve if we had Jake.
Maybe it would have been harder to find Hannah without me, but I know damn well they wouldāve never found her without Jake.
Dan picks me up from the airport. I havenāt told the others yet. Something about it felt offālike I shouldnāt message them and say hey, I know we havenāt spoken in a while, but Iām booking a flight to look into why my maybe-slash-not-really boyfriend left his belongings in a forest we really wish we could forget about, and by the way, can I crash at your place?
Itās quiet on the car ride back into town. Iām looking through my messages from Eric and the group from Redlog Pines and thinking about how Iām Duskwood with this group and I want so badly to laugh because itās ironic, but Dan wouldnāt understand. He might just call me crazy. Better yet, he would ask how I manage to get myself into these situations, and really, I donāt have an answer for him.
āHow have you been?ā I ask, just to break the tension, as Charlie, in my messages, tries to persuade his friends to head back into that creepy cave in the middle of the forest. Heās going to get someone killed, I think.
Dan looks over at me. āAre you still with Hackerman?ā
My chest squeezes. āHis name is Jake, Dan. And we were never really together.ā
āHm.ā He nods like he doesnāt quite believe me. āYou already know mostly everything thatās been happening here. Thomas and Hannah called it quits. They say it was some mutual decision, but itās hard to find them in the same room together. Jessy hasnāt been out with us since. I think we remind her too much of Richy. The groupās all changed.ā
āAnd you?ā I ask.
He gives me a cheshire-like grin that doesnāt quite meet his eyes. āIām always the same.ā
We make it to Duskwood just as the sunās going down. Much too late for me to try and trek through the forest and retrace the steps Jake might have taken that night. Not that I think it would help give me any clues as to where he might have gone, but mostly because I wonder if it will make me feel closer to him. Weāve never been in the same place before, and even if heās not there nowāhe once was.
āCan you drop me at the police station?ā
Dan blinks. āThe police station.ā
I nod. āYeah.ā
āWe answered their questions for weeks, [MC]. I donāt think anything you have to tell them at this point is going to help. The investigationās closed. Everybody knows Richy did it. He died with the fire in the mine. Everybodyās trying to move on from that.ā He works his jaw. āDid you come here to open old wounds after all this time?ā
I try not to show the hurt look on my face. āThis isnāt about Richy. Look, Alan called me. He asked if I could look at some things. I figured it was better for me to do it in person. Thatās it. Nothing to do with Richy. Nothing to do with Jessy. Nothing to do with you.ā
He sighs, and Iām not entirely sure heās going to abide by my wishes until we pull in front of a tiny buildingātinier than mostāthat says Duskwood Police on the sign. Duskwood must not have that much crime. Well, not until this, I suppose.
āThank you.ā I tell him as I reach over to undo my seatbelt and climb out of the car. āThis is a nice ride, by the way.ā
He raises a hand in some mock-salute. āNeed me to pick you up?ā
āNah.ā I shake my head. āThink Iāll explore the town for a little bit.ā
āSuit yourself.ā He shrugs and then heās off.
I square my shoulders and take a deep breath before opening the door to the police station. It wasnāt like Alan asked me to come down here. He hadnāt. Even during the investigation into Richyās death and Hannahās kidnapping, when he questioned us, he never asked me to come to Duskwood. Weād done way too many video calls and phone calls and at one point, I had asked if he thought it would be easier for me to come to Duskwood, to which he responded back, are you ready for that?
No, I hadnāt been. Iām not even so sure I was now. But knowing that Jake was alive, that here was the last place was, I had to try.
āCan I help you?ā The woman at the front desk asks.
I clear my throat. āI was wondering if I could speak to Alan Bloomgate. Iām one ofāI was involved in the Hannah Donfort case. My name is [MC].ā
Her eyes widen. āGive me a moment.ā She stands and heads to some back officeāwhich looks to me more like a closetāand then returns with a clipped smile. āHeāll be right out.ā
Apparently, she isnāt lying, because not two minutes later, Alan is stepping out from the same door and staring me down. I hold his gaze and hope it says that Iām not here to argue. I will tell him my truth, but only my truth, not Hannahās, not Jakeās, not anybody elseās.
āI was wondering when I would see you.ā He says.
I shrug one shoulder. āIsnāt a few months later better than never?ā
āLetās go into my office.ā He says, and leads me around the desk and back into the closet space he had come out of. He sits behind the desk and motions for me to take a seat opposite him. āIām just going to guess youāre not here to talk about Miss Donfort.ā
āI want to see them.ā I tell him. āHis things. I want to see them for myself. And whatever you want from me in return, Iāll give to you.ā
āYouāre playing a dangerous game here, [MC].ā
āHe isnāt a game to me.ā I snap back and then sit back and try to relax. āI appreciate that you called me. ItāsāI helped you find Hannah. I would do it again. Even with knowing the things that we do now, I would do it all again. Thatās how much that group means to me. Thatās how much he means to me. Iām not asking you to break any rules or to lie for him or toāto let him hide in your basement for the next five years. Iām just asking you to show me what you found.ā
He stares me down for a moment. Then, he sighs, says āwait here for a minuteā and disappears to another room. When he comes back, itās with an evidence bag in his hand filled with the objects I saw on his bodycam footage. My breath hitches in my throat.
āI canāt let you touch them.ā He says as he lays them in front of me.
I stare into the eyes of the mask. āDid you tell anybody that heās alive?ā
āI donāt know that heās alive,ā is all the answer he gives, which is an answer to my question. I slide my gaze down to the black hoodie, to the dirtied sleeves and muddy hood, and think about the fact that Jake wore this. Iām so close to him.
And yet Iāve never been further away from him.
āThank you.ā I tell him. āForāfor this. And for listening to me about Hannah. If you hadnāt, IāI donāt know what would have happened. How much longer he would have gone on for. If he would have ever stopped.ā
Alanās silent for a minute. Then, he clears his throat. āYou know, it was strange to me. Both Hannah and yourself swore to me that neither of you knew the other.ā
āI donāt.ā I swear.
It was one of the (albeit many) things that didnāt make sense to me. How Hannah got a hold of my number. How she sent it to Thomas. Sheād told Alan she hadnāt really remembered texting him my number at all.
āI believe you.ā He reassures. āI just think itās strange. One mistake, if you can call it that, and you throw yourself into a missing persons case to help a stranger.ā
āTheyāre not strangers.ā Even though Hannah is kind of still a stranger.
āBut they were.ā Alan reasons. āYou had no reason to say yes to helping Thomas. I doubt anybody would have held it against you if you turned the other way. But you decided to follow this until the end. To make sure they found Hannah. And you care about them. Maybe thatās why I find that Iām more lenient with you than maybe I should be. Why youāre sitting across from me right now calling the shots. Why Iām not asking you about the hacker.ā
āI wouldnāt tell you if you did.ā I look him in the eye so he knows Iām telling the truth.
He returns my gaze. āMaybe thatās the other reason.ā
āHm.ā I acknowledge before I turn my gaze awayāfrom him, from the objects that I know belong to Jake and it takes everything in me not to snatch them up and run. āWell. Thank you for allowing me to steal some of your time. For letting meāā I cut myself off before I say something that makes me break down in a fit of tears in front of him. āājust thank you.ā
Leaving the station is easier than coming in. Iām still not any closer to knowing where Jake is than I was when I arrived here, but thereās a comfort in knowing he walked these streets. I wonder what he would think if he knew I was here. He hadnāt wanted me to come to Duskwood when everything was happeningā¦but now that it was over, would he be happy that I was here? That I had come to Duskwood to piece together where he might have gone? Would he track my location and come to find me andā¦or was I grasping at straws?
It felt like I had just gotten him back. Not really, not entirelyā¦but knowing that he was alive, that he was out there somewhere, maybe thinking of me and looking for ways to come back, to live the life we talked about when he asked me if I was sureā¦that was worth it. The thought that we could maybe someday have thatāeven if it was a twenty percent chance.
I check my phone again to see a new message from Ash. Sheās asking me if Iāve heard from Charlie in the last few hours. Apparently, heās AWOL, and I want to help, really, butā¦it doesnāt really feel like thatās where I am at the moment. Not just physicallyāobviouslyābut mentally. We got lucky with Hannah. And that was really only because we had Jake. Adam didnāt have a Jake. Orā¦maybe he did and I just hadnāt met him yet. But I already had a Jake and I didnāt want another one.
Maybeāif I found him, I could convince him to help. That was a big maybe. Not because I thought Jake would say no. He would say yes to anything I asked of him. The maybe was whether or not I could find him. More likely, the maybe was whether or not he would find me.
Three months ago, I would have been able to come to Duskwood and have no shortage of things I wanted to do and people I wanted to see. Now, as I stand outside Duskwoodās police station, I feel nothing but loneliness. Nobody knows Iām here. I could pass Thomas on the street and he wouldnāt even know it. I could run into Jessy at the library and she would walk by me without even a second thought. Why would they? I hadnāt told them I was here.
So, with nothing left to do, I walked. Toward the town center. Toward the library that Jessy showed me on our walk through Duskwood. Toward the Rainbow CafĆ© where I knew that Cleo and Hannah had spent a lot of their time. Toward the Black Swan. Towardā
Ah, what the hell.
I had nothing better to do and The Aurora seemed like a great place to drown my sorrows. To think about my next steps. To figure outānow that I was in Duskwoodāwhat I planned to do. The thing about Jake being so secretive (and on the run) was that I couldnāt retrace his steps. I wasnāt able to ask if anyone had seen him. One, because he would make sure nobody had. And two, because three months was a long time to forget somebodyās face if you didnāt know who you were looking for.
I pull open the door to the bar and step inside. Immediately, Iām hit with the stench of whiskey and a handful of chatter. Duskwoodās a small town. And The Aurora definitely proves it. The bartenders move melodically around each other, serving patrons on the other side of the bar. If you walk down further, thereās a handful of tables.
And dead in the center is a table with my friends. Or, some of them. Dan and Cleo and Lilly. Could I still call them my friends? Ex-friends, maybe? Acquaintances? I didnāt know what they were. Or how to address them. It wasnāt like we had gotten into a fight. We didnāt stop talking for any reason other than that we did. We stopped talking.
I make a beeline for the bar to avoid a confrontation and plant myself on one of the stools. One of the bartendersāa girl cute with bleach blonde hair and brown Bambi eyesāasks what I want and I channel my inner Dan to order a whiskeyāneat.
Looking over my shoulder, I focus on the table of them. On Lilly, whoās smiling at something Cleo said. On Dan, whoās the only one of them who actually knows Iām here. But even heās focused on the conversation theyāre having. Itās strangeāto see Dan a part of something Iām not sure he would have been before. Itās nice.
ā[MC]?ā
I turn my head away from the table of my friends and focus my attention across the bar on someone I shouldāve expected to see. āPhil.ā
āI thought I recognized your voice from when we talked.ā He smiles. āI wasnāt sure, but I saw you staring longingly at themāā He nods towards Dan and Cleo and Lilly. āāand I knew. What brings you around here? I expected you to show up maybe a few months ago, but by now, I thought youād moved on without us.ā
I was tired of the words move on. Like Iād had a choice. Like the people from this town might open their arms and welcome me back into their lives. So Iād been part of the group whoād saved Hannah Donfort. So had a lot of people. It didnāt make me special and everyone here knew it.
I offer him a smile in return. āIām looking for somebody.ā
āAnybody I know?ā He asks.
I shake my head. āNah. At least nobody you would recognize.ā I pause. āHowās Jessy?ā
āSheāsāJessy.ā He answers, like that is an answer. āI donāt know if sheāll ever really be okay with the way things happened with Richy. I wouldnāt expect her to. Obviously. But I donāt know. I think I just thought she would have gone back to her normal life by now. And then I remember that most of her life revolved around him. He was her best friend. She worked for him. And Iām trying to be patient about that. Butāā He shakes his head. āMaybe you should talk to her.ā
āShe doesnāt know Iām in town.ā
āOkay.ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½ He hums. āSo, youāre not in town for my sister. And youāre not in town for your group of friends because theyāre over there and you look like youād rather be anywhere else. Thereās always Hannah, but I donāt think you knew her that well. Or at all. Would I be right to assume this is about a certain hacker who helped to find Hannah?ā
āHe didnāt help find Hannah.ā I defend. āHe was the entire reason we found Hannah. I would have never been able to do it on my own. Even with the othersā help. Heās the only reason we found out aboutāā I pause before I say something I maybe shouldnāt. āIt doesnāt matter. Heās the only reason we found her. Everything I did was just dumb luck.ā
āThat wasnāt what the news said.ā A voice cuts in and I turn my attention from Phil to focus on the stranger that slides into the seat beside me. Not too closeāa couple inches away. I donāt recognize him. I donāt know him. But I donāt know every person in Duskwood. Maybe a total of like nine or ten. āIām sorry to interrupt. But I heard you had a lot to do with finding Hannah Donfort. The news said you were some kind of hero.ā
I offer him a tight smile. āThatās nice of them. Butā¦if they knew myāfriendāknew what he did to find her, I donāt think I would be as much of a hero as everybody says.ā
āThatās noble.ā He says, eyes meeting mine, and it strikes me at once how handsome he is. He has dark hair. Bright green eyes. Focus, [MC]. I scold. You have aā¦a someone.
My phone buzzes.
ERIC SENT A PHOTO.
ERIC: What do you make of this?
I sigh and click on the photo. Itās ofāsome object. Much like the one that was addressed to me on the envelope in Adamās glove compartment. The image is a bit differentābut I donāt know enough about what it means to have an answer as to why.
ME: Was this one addressed to me?
ERIC: Nope. Ash.
āAre you okay?ā Phil asks.
I clear my throat. āIām a popular personāapparently.ā A thought strikes. āHave you ever heard of a place called Redlog Pines?ā
Phil frowns. āNo.ā
I turn to look at the stranger. āYou?ā
āRedlog Pines is a small town about two hundred miles north of Duskwood.ā He answers. āKnown for their wooded forests, much like Duskwood.ā
āWhy are you looking into a place with forests as creepy as ours?ā Phil asks, incredulously. āDidnāt you get enough of that with Hannahās case?ā
āYeah.ā I sigh. āYou would think.ā
āHey, [MC]!ā
I wince at the sound of Danās voice. Shooting Phil a look that screams please help me to which he shakes his head amusedly, I turn and plaster on a fake smile as I take in the shocked looks on Cleo and Lillyās faces. I should have known better than to come to The Aurora and talk to Phil when the three of them were having a conversation across the room. I should have known they would sooner or later see me. I just hoped it was later.
āHey.ā I hop off my stool and make my way across the bar to them. āItās, uh, fancy seeing the three of you here.ā
āWhat are you doing here?ā Cleo asks.
āI havenāt really figured that out.ā My eyes meet Lillyās. āIt sounds crazy to say it out loud. But I was hoping thatāIām not sure if Lilly told youāā
āThat Jakeās alive.ā Cleo nods. āNone of us ever really thought he wasnāt.ā
I donāt think she means it as a digābut it still feels like one. Like sheās saying you gave up on him you gave up on him you gave up on him even though sheās not and she didnāt really know him and the only person I can talk to at this table who even might understand is Lilly and evenāJake didnāt confide in her the way he did me.
āRight.ā I acknowledge. āSo I thought that maybe if I came here, I could trace his steps from when he was here andāI havenāt really thought that far ahead. Itās not like I thought he left me any clues in the forest or anything like that. I donāt think he expected me to be here. He hadnāt wanted me to be the last time we talked. But that was before everything happened.ā
Lillyās eyes track behind me. āDoes Jake still have Nymos on your phone?ā
āUh.ā I furrow my brows. āI think so. I hadnāt heard from him in a while, but I went back and read through our messages after I talked to Alan andā¦my phone glitched, like it used to when Jake had hacked it. And then this message appeared on my screen.ā
āAnd by chance, can Nymos track your location?ā
āWhatāā I shake my head. āMaybe. I donāt think I ever really asked him. It didnāt seem necessary at the time.ā
āUh huh.ā She focuses on me once more. āLetās say, for one minute, that Jake has access to Nymos who has access to your location.ā
Cleo must catch onto something Iām not sure of. āJake didnāt want you here.ā
āUh, thank you?ā
āYou know thatās not what I mean.ā She waves me off. āHe didnāt want you in Duskwood. He had been adamant about that when we were talking about the mine. Thatās why he went. If you showed up in Duskwoodāā
āNymos would have alerted him.ā Dan finishes.
āOkayā¦ā Iām not entirely sure Iām on the same page as them. āSoāyou think that Jake found out when I came to Duskwood.ā
āCorrect.ā Lilly beams like she just solved lifeās greatest mystery.
āAnd you think he wouldācome find me?ā
She smiles sympathetically at meālike Iām the worldās biggest idiot for not realizing what she has been trying to say sooner. āI think he already has.ā
āYou think Jakeās in Duskwood.ā I deadpan.
ā[MC].ā Cleo grabs my shoulders and turns me around. āWe think heās in this bar.ā
Stranger, as I had nicknamed himāAKA the guy sitting beside me at the bar, with Phil and Redlog Pines (which he probably only knew about because of me) and the whole Hannah being kidnapped and not taking any of the credit thingāwas looking back at me. So was Phil. Like they thought I was the crazy one. Like it wouldāve been so hard for him to look and me and say itās me or anything that might have clued me into the fact thatā
āJake?ā I whisper, because Iāve lost quite a bit of sleep over the past couple of months and Iām not one hundred percent sure whatāor whoāIām seeing is real. āAre you here?ā
He tilts his head and smiles at me. Actually smiles. A bit shyly, like itās something heās not used to doing, but maybe like itās something he could get used to. And I think about how terrible I probably look right now because Iām not wearing makeup and my hair is tousled from constantly pulling at it and my clothes are wrinkled from the plane and the police station and I look like a mess. But our relationship has never been about looks. Clearly. I didnāt even know the person Iād been talking to until Lilly and Cleo and even Dan pointed out the obvious.
āIf Iāā I close my eyes and open them again. Nope. Still there. āI need you to still be there by the time I reach you because itās been aāā I sniffle. āāitās been a rough few months and I donāt think I could handle you disappearing again.ā
He stands from the stool he was sitting on and shuffles his feet. Like heās not quite sure where heās supposed to stand. If he thinks about moving, Iāll tackle him onto the floor of The Aurora and then apologize to Phil later. It feels like everything I wanted is right here in front of me. And Iām scared to death that itās not real.
āWhatās one thing you would take with you if you were stranded on an island?ā
His smile stretches. āMy computer.ā
And thatāthatās what breaks me. I think I might start blubbering like an idiot but I donāt remember the time it takes for me to cross the measly twenty feet between us. All I remember is grabbing his black hoodieābecause of courseāand dragging him to me. I donāt kiss him, despite how much I want to, because I donāt want our first kiss to be tainted with my snot and tears. Instead, I bury my face in his collarbone and wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.
Because I can. Because he isnāt dead.
āYāYouāre here.ā I pull back and cup his face with my hands. āHow are you here?ā
āYou came to Duskwood.ā He responds, and thenāhesitantlyāhe presses his lips to my forehead in a kiss. āAlan called you.ā
āHe found your things in the forest.ā I whisper back. āHe said theyād been there a while. The police hadnāt searched the forest because they assume you died in the mine.ā
āThey arenāt looking for me here.ā He confirms. āI didnāt expect it to take so long for them to find my belongings, but I anticipated that you would find out. At the time, it wasnāt safe for me to reach out and contact you. They kept on my trail for a while before they assumed I died in the mine with Richy.ā
āWhy didnāt you contact me then?ā I ask. āIs it because of what I last messaged you? I didnāt mean itāI swear, I thought you were dead. If I had known you were alive, I would have waited, however long it took. I wasnāt trying to give up on you.ā
āHey.ā He places both hands on either side of my face. āI know. I know that, [MC]. That was never why I didnāt reach out to you. I know you said you wanted this life with me. But I didnāt want that for you. But I was selfish. I couldnāt let you go. So I was trying to find a way to make both of those things true. But I was always coming back to you.ā
āAnd did you?ā
āCome back to you?ā He asks.
I sniffle. āFind a way to make both of those things true.ā
āNot entirely.ā He admits. āNymos alerted me you had boarded a plane headed in the direction of Duskwood and Iāā He shook his head. āI knew I would find you here.ā
āYou could have found me sooner.ā
He lets go of my face and he feels like he takes my skin with him. āIt wasnāt that easy.ā
āIt could have been.ā I demand.
Iām angry again. Now that I know heās alive and okay and that he could have found me, Iām angry that he didnāt. I told him I would choose that life with him. Over and over and over. He didnāt need to make the decision for me. He didnāt need to try and protect me. And yes, maybe the fact that he did makes my heart flutter a tiny little bit, but thatās besides the point.
āI told you before you left me.ā I tell him and Iām aware it sounds like weāve been in a relationship for five years and Iām aware that everybody in here is watching and listening in on our conversation and they probably all know weāre who we are, two people involved in helping to find the kidnapped Hannah Donfort, and maybe thatās all weāll ever be in this town. But I would rather be the girl who found Hannah Donfort in Duskwood with him than be me anywhere else. āYou told me you would let me go with you.ā
āThat was before I told you I loved you.ā
My heart skips a beat. It screams I love you I love you I love you back, but I sayā āWhat does that have to do with anything?ā
He looks somewhat amused. Like he knows I would never hold it against him. Itās clear to both of us that I wouldnāt because even though Iām glaring up at him with my furrowed eyebrows and my lips pouted, Iām still pressed tightly against him. His handsāeven though theyāve moved from my faceāare now resting on my hips. Pulling my tighter to him. Thereās no space in between us. If it was up to me, Iām pretty sure there never would be again.
ā[MC].ā He says, and oh god I wish he would say my name every day for the rest of his life. āHave Iāin the short time we have known each otherāever struck you as the type of person who says I love you? But with youā¦ā His words are a whisper against my lips. āItās easy to fall back into old emotions with you.ā
āI want to be angry with you.ā I tell him.
He shakes his head. āNo, you donāt.ā
āNo, I donāt.ā I agree. āBut I might be if you donāt kiss me.ā
He brought one finger underneath my chin and tilted it up until our lips were separated by a fraction of an inch. My eyelids fluttered. I didnāt care that everyone in here was about to see just how much Jake meant to be. I didnāt care because I had waited too long for this. And thenājust as Iām leaning toward him to press our lips together, he whispersā ā[MC]?ā
āHm.ā I acknowledge.
āWhoās Eric?ā
My eyelids crack open and I shove at his chest. āThatās what youāre worried about right now? Here I am, in front of you, covered in snot and tears and who-knows-what-else because youāre here right now, and youāre worried about some guy I donāt even know?ā
āWhoās Eric?ā He repeats.
āUgh.ā I run my hands through my hair and take a step back. āI donāt know. Heās the other side of Thomas or whatever you want to call him. If we lived in a different town.ā I glare back at him and try not to admit that I think his jealous side is a little cute. āHe messaged me. Thought I picked up his friend from some parking lot and I didnāt, but his friend sent him my number, and it was Hannah all over again. Iām trying to help them.ā
āThis Adam has been sending you a lot of videos.ā
āYou know I hate when you hack my phone.ā I complain, even though I really donāt. Even though I had prayed for him to help me with this case. āI really donāt know Adam. Likeāeven less than I know Eric.
āBut you know Eric.ā
āFor like a week.ā I reassure. āHe added me to this group chat with him and like three other friends of his. Theyāre desperate to find Adam who has apparently dropped off the face of the earth and I donāt know what to do. I had you with Hannahās case. And you knew her. And theyāā I look over my shoulder at Cleo and Dan and Lilly, who are pretending like theyāre not listening in even though I know and Jake knows they are. āāthey knew her. And obviously Adamās friends must know him but I donāt and you donāt and there is no Jake in Redlog Pines.ā
āI donāt trust him.ā He shakes his head. āAny of them.ā
I laugh. āJake, you didnāt trust half the people in this bar when we first started talking.ā I look over at Phil and then Dan. āIt doesnāt mean they committed a crime. If I had backed off when you asked me to help you find Hannah, we may never have.ā
āI thought that was all thanks to me.ā He sounds smug, like that little smiley face he loved to annoy me with (AKA make me fall in love with him). āDid he flirt with you?ā
āNo.ā I deadpan. āI think he was focused on his missing friend.ā
āI was focused on my missing sister.ā He shoots back.
I close my mouth. Alright. He has a point. But I wasnāt flirting with Eric. He was focused on finding Adam and I was focused on mourningāand then findingāJake. Maybe it felt like Eric and I were two sides of the same coin. Maybe thatās why I agreed to help him. Because I didnāt want to happen to him what I thought had happened to Jakeāto me.
āYouāre being ridiculous.ā I say instead. āHow do you think I could ever entertain the idea of being with somebody else when for the past three monthsāmore than that if you count the time we have actually had togetherāIāve been focused on you? On discussing Hannah with you and then talking to you about anything and everything and then worrying about you and then hating you a little for convincing me you should me the one to go into the mine and then mourning you when it was hard to even think about you and then finding you?ā
His eyes are wide. I think Iāve rendered him speechless. Whichāserves him right. I know heās not somebody who serves their feelings up on a silver platter. I know that. Obviously, I knew that from the first time I spoke to him. Back when he was nothing more than ??? and I was almost convinced that Dan was right and he was the Man Without A Faceāa thought that I now hate with everything in me. But I need him to trust me. Jealousy streak and FBI and the missing persons cases aside, he needs to trust me.
āTrust me.ā I cup the sides of his face again. āHeās nothing like you.ā
He swallows. āSome people might consider that to be a perk.ā
āI donāt.ā I say.
And then Iām kissing him and it feels like coming home.
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Do u think maby you could do an outgoing reader and a quiet introverted guy who's a huge secret perv there friends and reader finds out his 'shy' friend isn't so shy~ā” (top m charecter, bott m reader) - (love Ur writing!)
outgoing bttm m reader x top shy giant charac
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a.n : hai!! apologies for not answering to everyones request.. finals r kicking my assā¦ but i thought this would be a good drabble (saw the request while witth my friends.. almost screamed.) and THANK YEWE for the compliment my dear! ALSO THANKS FOR 500 (almost 600) FOLLOWERS?? ILY ALL!! <3
laughter filled the room , and that laughter was coming from you, arms wrapped around the victim. his gaze averted but small laughs left his lips āit wasntā that funny..ā he mumbled as he watched your beautiful eyes. the shadows contouring your face perfectly as the sun set, casting a glow to your features . fuck
āoh come on!!! it was pretty funnyā¦ you cant even lie tāmeā pulling away, you looked back at your packed lunch. āooh!! we should hang out todayā or have a sleepover! theres no school tmrw remember?ā suggesting while grinning , your hands wrapped around the metal container. āmmmā¦ maybe i mean ill have too see..ā he was appalled, he was so excited he was gonna strangle the next person he sawā¦ not you though. pulling out his phone to seem busy you looked away from him as you ate the last remaining pieces of food.
āshouldnt be busy today. your house?ā
āduhhh!!! and yay! we could play video games and watch that one movie that came outāā
āmhmm, im down. ā
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the sound of the door bell ringing quickly caught your attention, racing to the door you dropped all blankets needed for the sleepover.
the door swung open the cold air entering the home making you shiver though sigh in relief as it freed the warm hot air. āhaiii! glad ya got here safe, ooh-! i made us some snacks, and then some store bought food on the table in my living roomā you can. settle down your stuff up in my bedroomā you explained quickly as you practically rushed to be by the others side. his hands fiddled with eachother while your warmth embraced him , arm wrapping around his bicep.
"hope you didn't have too much trouble coming here- you can settle down on the couch while i get my blanket from upstairs! then we can watch that movie and uhh! sleep? or play games!!" you suggested moving away from him, he watched your every move, the way you carried yourself up the stiars settling himself on your couch. the house was cozy, it was cold aswell.. just how you liked it.
it even smelled like you, the scent invaded his nostrils calming him, his head was thrown back as he relaxed in ur smell. eyes closed, though the shuffling of your feet and blankets dragging against the floor caught his attention as he awoke and stared at you "need help?" he asked, shaking your head you threw the blankets onto the couch- well onto him..
throwing yourself onto the couch you snuggled the cold blankets ontop of him. he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, "what movie were you talking about?" "you'll see! i think it may be a horror movie- its rated r" "so you don't know for sure what it would be?" shaking your head you got off him and grabbed the remote. he took that time to sit up and lay the blanket out.
your hands grazed the remote before heading over to the streaming site, scrolling through to find the movie. once found, pressed the button and rushed onto the couch jumping onto the other, yelping in surprise he only held you. "cuddle?" he asked softly, you nodded your head frantically. I mean.. it was normal to cuddle your homies right? thought so.
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his heavy breathing and your calm breaths. eyes tuck to the screen, but it seemed as if your were the only one paying attention.
your warm body held by the arms of the boy infront of you. he gulped softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, oblivious as to what you were doing. your body pressed up against him, and his growing hard on.
you had noticed- but it was normal for people to get hard..
but fuck he just couldn't contain himself. the way your bodies collided, how you unintentionally rubbed his cock with your inner thigh. his hips bucked into your thigh before he let out a long sigh.
"fuck, im gonna go to the bathroom.." you looked at him and tilted your head "oh alright ill pause the movie." getting up your sat up and leaned over grabbing the remote before completely getting off him. the view presented infront of you surprising you, his flushed cheeks and his hard dick pressing against his sweats. blinking rapidly you stared at the obvious hard on. . noticing your gaze, his member twitched. "stop . . don't look" he mumbled embarrassed.
but he only lied. he wanted you to look, he didn't try covering it up. thats when you came to conclusion. "ah!- . . you- did i ? do that to you.." it throbbed.
"shit . . ." he mumbled throwing his head back. " look i don't mind . . i just didn't think-" you flushed at the thought he even- got hard because of you. "i actually.. i invited you here just. for you know.."
his eyes widened, feeling embarrassed you covered your face thinking he was gonna call you weird... but when you looked at him, a smirk was placed on his lips.
he reached out grabbing your wrist as he pulled you ontop, legs straddling his sides. " y'dont know how long ive been wanting to fuck you..." your heart pounded in your chest. "are you-" interrupted as he pulled you into a kiss, his rough lips pressed against your soft ones. a moan leaving his lips as his tongue grazed your bottom lip.
allowing entrance, both tongues dancing in a rhythm. relaxing in his grasp, he pulled away looking at your now disheveled look. the way your pajamas fell loosely down your shoulder, your throbbing cock pushing against your pants. "matching boners.. cute. except mines bigger." he mumbled he reached down grabbing your dick and pressing it against his own. comparing the two.
he wasn't wrong.. yours was smaller compared to his girthy one. "ive been waiting for this y.n.." the way your name sounded rolling off his tongue was sweet like honey, his large hand trailed to slip your pants down revealing your throbbing member following behind he whipped it out practically jumpscaring you. the wet tip looking at you .
"c mon baby." he mumbled eyes low as he watched your eyes, oh how hungry you looked. " dont be shy darlin" he mumbled his hands trailing up your body, hands resting at your hips rubbing gentle circles. your breathing heaved as you trailed down , face met with his girth. licking your lips, your tongue licked his tip as if it was your last meal, getting comfortable your lips wrapped around his cock. sucking on the tip , leaking precum onto your soft tongue he audibly groaned moans spilling out from him. "fuck why are you so good at this shit..." he grumbled, a large hand gripping onto the back of your head slightly edging you to go on further. and further you went, reaching the back of your throat you took it.
moaning at the sight he grinned messily biting his lip. "atta boy.." he hummed.
with one hand, you wrapped it around with whatever you couldn't take stroking it gently while your free hand prepped your hole, moaning into his dick, he pressed his lips together with hazy eyes he pulled your head away. "mngh.." you moaned , staring into his eyes as you fingered yourself open. he grabbed your hips pulling you closer , you laid your head against his chest, whining as he pulled your hand away. "i wanna fuck your tiny hole.." he hummed into your ear, feeling the tip of his girthy cock align with your slick he pushed up. causing you to twitch you gripped onto his shirt sinking down onto his length.
"fnh! hmmnhahnh" smiling at your dazed face held your hips, fucking into you gently as he watched your head nuzzle his chest. "lemme see your face." though your eyes only looked up at him , feeling his dick throb inside of you.
by then he was fully in, your tight warm walls huggin his yummy large cock. his eyes staring at you lovingly, hungry. hands gripped onto your hips, he used you as if you were a fleshlight. moans spilling out drool leaking from your lips as your eyes stared up at him. "your- funhck.. beautiful."
"gonnhacuhm.." you moaned into his chest, your juice leaking onto his shirt, staining it as you twitched reaching your climax, not far behind he held you down as he came inside of you.
the both of you moaning in pure bliss.. head thrown back you held onto him.
"ill fuck you better next time.." he mumbled, pulling out of you as his warm cum leaked out of you.
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a/n : i finished a request yayyayayayy!!! another one cummin soon sooo be prepared guys!! (,,>ć®<,,)!
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Hi there! LOVE your thoughts on Jason like truly i <3 clingy Jason!!!!! What do you think a relationship would be like between Jason and a corporate baddie? Like she's serious, career-driven, and almost viciously ambitious, but for him? a total softie!! Like they just melt for each other despite the fact that they both put up a tough exterior to others!!
Omg i love that , here are my headcanons -
Jason todd x corporate baddie!y/n
I think the time schedules would be a mess. She works 9-5 and he 'works' 9pm-5am. But since she is a really career driven woman, I can see her sort of completing her extra or personal work/ international calls etc from the time that jason is vigilanting and therefore cutting her shift from like 9-3 or something similar. Since she gets all her work done, no one can say a word and honestly no one would dare to either way. Relstionship is about compromise and I think jason will cut down his vigilante time to get home to his stressed worker bee.
Jason prolly cant sleep without her so while she is at her job, he is working out or doing his other stuff. They catch up on sleep after her shift . This means afternoon cuddles !!( Ofc I am firm believer that jason should with time leave crime fighting and become an English professor )
I also love how most of her coworkers thinks she is prolly dating a Submissive type of guy or like a really serious professional dude cause she is so scary and strict . But then Jason- 6 feet something, huge asf, leather jacket, tattoos(maybe) and motorcycle dude walks in bringing her lunchbox( that looks so tiny in his hand). Yea now they're even more scared.
And I think everyone from jason's side also assumed that he'd either get a super cute-sy girl that will "fix him" or another vigilante girl that'll " make him worse". But he walks in with this poised, smart hardworking no nonsense woman and everyone's like DAMN
Damian loves you probably. He doesn't get how todd wooed you, like he thinks todd is a doofus. For once you are a normal (non crime fighting) girl that his brother is dating who is this career driven and also treats his brother properly. He loves talking business with you ( there was this scene where he figures out who is stealing money by looking at the finances at wayne enterprises) . and for once someone doesn't take him for a kid and actually wants to listen to pointers that he has. Tim prolly also loves talking to you about business cause he is a CEO too same thing for bruce.
Power couple fr.
but once you too get home...yea no one recognizes you.
Jason loves the fact that you show your soft side only to him. He has never been someones first choice in anything and this makes him feel so much more loved and cherished. and vice versa applies to you
he loves taking care of you after your long ass workday, helping you just be vulnerable and drop the whole tough act and be human. you do the same for him once he comes back at night. Just taking care of each other the way you guys need.
And you can bet jason knows how to be your biggest supporter. big raise? promotion? or just a good presentation?? He is genuinely excited for you.
Will give you back rubs when you've been sitting on the desk the whole day
will cook you brunch/snacks for when you come back and you will cook him breakfast/dinner for when he does .
it will take some compromise and adjustments but its all worth it and no price at all for loveeee.
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Nobody asked about my soulmate's scar au that I'm bringing back for one piece, but I'm telling you anyway. Like any good soulmate au, there's an identifier to let people know who their soulmate is. In this case, it's the first time someone touches their soulmate it causes a scar. So casual touch is little more taboo, and sometimes people will wear gloves if they're not ready to meet their soulmate. Other than that, things are pretty much the same.
Luffy is still the same overly excited, physically affectionate idiot. He has no concept of personal space and often forgets other people might not want to be touched.
It's just another thing that Dadan and Makino and the Mayor get to scold Luffy for as he's growing up. Shanks probably thinks it's hilarious
Zoro's the same old Zoro. He doesn't care. If he meets his soulmate, it's fine. If he doesn't, that's fine too
Nami wears gloves and gets kinda weird about people touching her
Usopp has his soulmate by the time he sets out to sea. Everything's fine with her, but he regrets leaving before realizing they were soulmates
Sanji wears gloves. Constantly. While he's working. Fighting. Eating. He has a pair he wears while he's sleeping. He never bathes with the other guys but there's a (mostly) joking bet about if he even undresses for that
Nami still dresses in her t shirts and shorts, so the gloves are really the only signifier that she doesn't want any physical contact, whereas Sanji is fully covered in his three piece suits. He is not taking any chances.
After Arlong Park, once Nami realizes that having friends and letting people care about her is a thing she's allowed to do, she stops wearing her gloves.
Vivi is wearing gloves when they meet her, because if she's going to find her soulmate, she doesn't want it to be while she's working for Baroque Works
She joins the Straw Hats, and she still wears them usually, but she's not quite as rigid as Nami was with hers
Chopper is a reindeer and animals don't have soulmates like that, but with the human human fruit, he really has no idea if that's changed anything for him? he's not really interested in having a soulmate anyway, so he'll cross that bridge if it ever comes up
Robin doesn't really like being touched, but there's no point in her wearing gloves when they wouldn't carry over to all the extra hands she can grow. She doesn't even know if touching her soulmate with her extra hands would be able to create a scar
She doesn't really believe she has a soulmate anyway, so...
Franky also doesn't know how finding his soulmate will work since so much of his body is artificial. Can his prosthetics leave a scar? Can his skin be scarred? He has no idea
Brook doesn't need to worry about finding his soulmate since he doesn't even have skin to scar (skeleton joke!)
For real though, he never talks about if he found his soulmate in his first life, and they don't ask him about it
Jimbei also doesn't talk about soulmates and, again, the rest of them don't pry
They meet Law at Punk Hazard and he is just as serious about keeping himself covered as Sanji is.
Somewhere between Punk Haz and Dressrosa someone asks them if this is some North Blue thing. They both immediately say yes. They are both lying through their teeth and are now wondering what the other one gains from covering for them
Neither of them are gaining anything, they're just both really weird about the idea of meeting their soulmates
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The Lost Boys headcanons
How they would behave in a relationship
Warning: possessive behavior, some smut (mainly in Paul's and Marco's parts oops)
The reader is body and gender neutral.
David
Heās definitely the possessive type. Youāre his and he lets everybody know it.
He either has his arm around your shoulder or his hands on your waist. He also probably gives you hickeys in very visible spots for the same reason ;)
Or he simply just hovers over you. Like all the time.
If someone tries flirting with you, heās behind you in an instant, and all he has to do is look at them menacingly. Youāre not even surprised anymore that every guy seem to run off scared after just a few words, even if they started talking to you for a completely innocent reason. Now you just turn around with a āreally?ā
I imagine him to be less into PDA. But when youāre just with the boys he sits you into his lap and rests his hand on your thigh while talking to the others.
He probably shows you more physical attention in front of them, because heās more comfortable around them.
Even though heās possessive, he doesnāt really get jealous, at least he tells himself he doesnāt. He trusts you and knows you wouldnāt cheat on him, itās other people he doesnāt trust. Scaring off guys is just him protecting whatās his.
I can imagine him trying to control you in some small ways, like not letting you wear stuff that shown too much skin in public or trying to keep you from hanging out alone with guy friends that he doesnāt know well. It comes from his protectiveness over you. But I also think that if you talk to him about these things bothering you, he will stop doing it.
Youāre one of the few people who can get him relaxed when he feels stressed out. Like when he comes back frustrated from a meeting with Max, or when leading the group and keeping them in line (looking at you, Marko and Paul) gets to him after a long day.
He just walks over to you and sinks into your embrace, resting his forehead against yours with eyes closed and just listening to you breath for a few minutes.
He likes it when you give him shoulder massages when heās feeling tense. He probably also likes in when you make him tea to relax (though he wouldnāt admit that one).
Types of kisses: on your knuckles when he holds your hands. On your forehead. More passionate kisses on the lips when youāre alone. Youāre his queen/king/precious person, and he definitely treats you like one.
His nicknames for you: kitten, darling, love
Dwayne
Heās a man of few words, who shows his love through his actions.
Heās a very attentive partner, always notices when youāre feeling tired, sad, stressed or anxious. He immediately gives you a questioning look or a soft āare you okay?ā and makes sure to make you more comfortable.
Like he lets you play with his hand, caress his palm or fingers when youāre anxious and fidgety and need something to ground yourself with.
Heās also a good listener. He will gladly listen to you complain when you have a bad day, even if he canāt really give any advice.
I feel like he would try to learn as much about you as he could, so he can take better care of you. This obviously includes stuff like your interests or dislikes, but also a lot of small things, for example how you behave when youāre feeling sad or anxious, what are some unconscious habits you do when youāre deep in thought. He stores all this information in the back of his mind so he can use it later.
Like he observes how your eyes light up and your features change when youāre excited or happy about something, remembers what caused you to make that lovely expression and then makes sure to present you with that exact same thing later again and again so he can see you glowing like that again. He surprised you more than once with gifting you little things you briefly mentioned liking or being interested in.
Heās the type of guy who looks out for you all the time when youāre out at the busy boardwalk. He makes sure youāre always in his sight, and if he loses you, he will scan his eyes through the crowd until he finds you. In turn, if you get separated from the guys, your first instinct is to search for him, cause heās tall and stands out anyway, but also you know he feels calmer when he can see you, even if youāre out of reach. You both feel relieved when youāre eyes finally meet through the gaps between the bodies of other people.
Heās probably more casual about PDA. He will hold your hand, wrap an arm around your shoulder or give you small pecks on the top of your head, on your cheeks or your lips.
He gives the best hugs. I mean heās a big guy who can envelop you in his arms. When youāre having a bad day, all you have to do is ask for a hug, and you immediately feel better. I imagine that he likes hugging you from behind, pulling you to his broad chest.
Slow and deep kisses are probably his favorite.
His nicknames for you: sweetheart, honey
Paul
Heās very vocal about his love for you, the man is a flirting machine.
Heās also like a lovesick puppy, always excited to see you, always hungry for attention, and starts pouting if you donāt give him enough. He can be a bit needy at times.
Even though he can seem like a dumb blonde to the casual observer, heās actually more in tune with your emotions than most people think. He can immediately tell when youāre feeling down, even if you try to hide it. Youāre emotions also affect him a lot. When youāre sad, heās also lethargic and does everything in his power to cheer you up, be it taking you out to have fun, staying at home and cuddle or shower you in small kisses until you start giggling.
On the positive side, when you feel happy, heās absolutely in the clouds, and your giddiness feeds off of each other.
A LOT of PDA. Heās touching you all the time, holding your hand, pulling you into his side, hands on your legs if you sit next to him or in his lap, or quite literally draping himself all over you.
He also likes to use your legs as a pillow. Just imagine him totally high, babbling about random stuff that comes to his mind while laying his head on your lap, you running your hands through his hair.
Also, HIS HAIR. He loves it when you mess with it, doesnāt matter if itās playing with the strands while listening to the others talk, or tugging on it in bed.
Yes, heās an absolute manwhore in my humble opinion ;)
Heās definitely a switch in bed. Like he can be a dom and worship you, but he can also definitely be a sub and just fall apart under you, loving every second of it.
Ever since @sunkendreams said they think Paul likes it when you choke him, I canāt stop thinking about it.
I think he would also like it if you kiss his neck, or leave your mark on him by giving him hickeys. He would show off that shit so proud!
Lots if kisses all the time. He wouldnāt start making out with you in the middle of the boardwalk like Marko, but he would pepper small kisses all over your face, pecks on your lips. I feel like heās the type who randomly starts kissing your neck while you lean on him regardless of the setting.
His nicknames for you: babe, dollface, beautiful
Marko
This guy is a fierce protector who isnāt afraid to get his hands dirty. I mean itās known that most times heās the first to jump into action when thereās a fight.
He can be a knight in shining patchwork jacket, but he can also be a little demon with the most angelic face when it comes to show you just how much he loves you.
He protects your honor then when you get back to somewhere private he doesnāt hesitate to absolutely ruin said honor, but in the most pleasurable way imaginable.
Iām sorry, but Iām just obsessed with the thought that heās an absolute beast in bed.
But I think heās also such a dork. I can imagine him grabbing your hand and pulling you into a dance in the middle of the boardwalk if he likes the music they play that night. And at the end he dips you back, his hand firmly holding your back, with the widest playful grin on his face, making you break out in giggles. Then he leans down to kiss you on the lips.
Heās not the jealous type, he has absolute confidence in himself and in your loyalty.
Heās big on PDA: holding hands, hand around your waist, probably groping your thighs or butt once or twice. Heās also not shy to kiss you in public. Youāve definitely had a few heated makeout sessions before against the railing of the boardwalk.
I think he also like catcalling you or whistling at you, but only if youāre also comfortable with it.
He basically loves to let everyone know that youāre his gorgeous partner as loudly and as visibly as he can get away with. He would shout his love to you on the top of his lungs if you hadnāt scolded him for it before.
But other than that time, you love it that heās not shy about showing you his love.
Just like David, he would also definitely like giving you hickeys in very visibly places. I also imagine him to be a bit of a biter during sex, leaving small and harmless ones all over your skin that doesnāt even leave a mark, or ever getting a bit rougher and giving you ones that do. It all depends on what you like.
Cursing in bed in Italian ;)
His nicknames for you: sugar, baby
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This Week in BL - Well... at lease we have Wandee & Stand-in?
Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.
May 2024 Wk 4
Ongoing Series - Thai
Wandee Godday (Sat YT) ep 4 of 12 - The geept is strong with this one AKA Yak CAN flirt. Wandee now knows he isnāt the only one with a crush on someone else. AND YET they are SO DAMN CUTE together. I do wonder sometime if Yak is running a counter con with Dee pretending to have a crush on Taem. Meanwhile, mad props on the HPV vax public service! Good for them!!!Ā Now that's my kind of product placement. I do have a feeling the sad bit with these two is gonna be VERY sad and last longer than we like.Ā
My Stand-In (Thai Fri iQIYI) ep 5 of 12 eps - Itās a riveting show. Pleasant? No. Riveting? Yes. Tiny crumbs for Mingās assistant. Joe is best boy.Ā That is all. I LOVE this show.
We Are (Weds iQIYI) ep 8 of 16 - TOO MANY SOUND EFFECTS. Omg get your fingers off those buttons you computer wanking sound dude (you know itās a dude) what tf do you think this is? Lovely Writer? Also, they left ALL their drinks! Can you not walk and drink at the same time in a BL? Meanwhile not much happened that hadnāt already happened AKA bit of a filler ep. That said, the friendship group stuff is glorious!!! Also this brand of super gentle flirting suits PondPhuwin better than any of their prior rolls. It reminds me of how much I think they suit a historical. There is a gentle dignity to these two.Ā
Only Boo! (Sun YouTube) ep 7 of 12 - I love how kindly the turn down was. But most of the dancing stuff was dull. I donāt know I just find the actor playing Kang pretty vacant of appeal I guess.Ā
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
At 25:00 in Akasaka AKA 25 Ji Akasaka de (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - As is not uncommon with JBL Iām being to get frustrated with Yuki the Uke. Sigh. Iām probably gonna stay that way for several episodes given the pacing of this show.Ā
Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 7 of 10 - Also frustrating. Willful misunderstanding. We got us some running of the gays but boy is this drawn out.Ā
Blossom Campus (Korea Thurs Gaga & iQIYI) ep 3-4 of 6 - The puppy is a bit too much sunshine innocent for me. And the professor is a bit creepy.Ā I don't know, I'm not loving this one like I want to.
It's airing but...
You Made My Day (Thai YT) ep 1 of 5 - mini series staring the I Will Knock You couple Tar & Bom, started but I couldn't find it. I also didn't try very hard.
The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer released to Korean theaters 5/25. HoTae & DongHee, side couple from Unintentional Love Story are back! Same actors, same character names. I love them. I NEED TO SEE THIS. How?
OMG Vampire (Thai Sun ????) ep 2 of 10 - yeah I can't find it.
In case you missed it
Crossing my fandoms moment, major Kpop blog ran the following: OMEGA X Hangyeom Talks Jazz For Two, Brotherhood, And More With KpopStarz
Tis the season of remakes? Both Addicted Heroin (August, my love!) and My Love Mix-Up (G4!) are coming from Thailand. I am very excited to see both. I love a Thai remake, often more than the original.
Next Week Looks Like This:
Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.
May Releases
VBL (Taiwan) is releasing 4 'Special Episode' epilogues to their 4 2023 shows every Friday this month on Gagaoolala, Viki & Viu. Not sure on search terms or how to find these. (Or, frankly, if we need them.)
5/10 ā You Are Mine
5/17 ā VIP Only
5/24 ā Stay By My Side
5/31 ā Anti Reset
5/28 My Biker 2 (Thai movie YT?) - trailer
5/30 Knock Knock Boys (Thai Thurs WeTV & Gaga) - I do love Best and I'm interested in seeing him in a new pairing. That said, I'm not wild about Seng. Still, this looks like a chaotic pulpy mess, I'm looking forward to wallowing in it one way or another.
5/31 The Time of Huannan (Taiwan movie) - May not be BL
THIS WEEKāS BEST MOMENTS
All Wandee Gooday.
Icky no longer allows screen shots or there would have been a bunch from Stand-in.
(Last week)
Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.
The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity
@rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs
Sigh, Tumblr in it's infinate wisdom doesn't like too many tags.
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I wanted to continue off of last weekās Softie Sunday story about the Bakugo family bookstore. š„° I know itās a liiiittle late but I finally got around to writing this out today.
ćĀ ā” bookstore owner!bakugo x fem!readerĀ ć
content ; no quirks, mentions of children (two daughters: 16 and 10), Bakugo & reader are married
āSoā¦thereās somethinā I wanna tell ya,ā your eldest daughter starts, pausing to await your reactions. Katsuki quirks an eyebrow at her and glances your way, signaling for you to take the reins.
āSure honey. What is it?ā You ask, placing your utensils on the table and folding your hands over one another, devoting your attention to her. It wasnāt uncommon for important conversations to happen over dinner in the Bakugo household, itās where you all could come together to connect every night.
āI decided what I wanna do. Yāknow, as a careerā¦at least I think I do.ā
Katsuki tilts his head in curiosity while taking another bite of his dinner. āYeah? Anā whatās that?ā
She takes a deep breath before smiling confidently.
āI wanna be an author, just like Aunt Momo!ā
Katsukiās eyes twinkle under the dining room lights, beaming over his daughterās aspirations. She was always the kid with the wildest imagination, constantly drawing cute childrenās stories throughout school and acing all her creative writing projects. You and Katsuki assumed sheād want to be writer or illustrator when she was older, but never wanted to push her on it. Itās a hobby she loved and you didnāt want to pressure her into turning it into a career.
āThatās fantastic, sweetie!ā You praise, reaching across the table to touch her hand. She turns to Katsuki, putting her free hand on his shoulder.
āPlus, someoneās gotta be book smart like Pops to run our store. I wanna continue the family legacy.ā
Heās stunned, speechless. The room remains quiet until the silence is broken with your youngest throwing her fists in the air, victoriously shouting, āSee sis? I knew heād cry!ā
Katsuki bursts into laughter, wiping the stray tears away with the backs of his hands. āThat predictable, huh? Māproud of you, peach. Your Ma and I love and support whatever you wanna do.ā
Your eldest crinkles her nose before grinning widely, just like her father does.
āWhy donāt we call Aunt Momo after dinner, see if she has time to take you to lunch to talk about it?ā You offer, squeezing her hand assuringly. āIām sure sheād love to talk your ear off about writing.ā She nods excitedly, her smile lighting up the room.
āIāve got an idea for ya,ā Katsuki says, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. āHow ābout we let you do a reading at the shop? Compile some of your stories in an anthology of sorts and read āem to customers, get yourself out there. Weāve got the space.ā
āReally?!ā She gasps, eyes wide with excitement.
He smiles, leaning his elbows back onto the table. āItās our store and Iām the boss. We can figure it out after your talk with Aunt Ponytail.ā
She jumps up from her seat, feet padding down the hallway to her room while exclaiming, āIām gonna call her now!ā
āThere she goes, reminds me of someone I know,ā you tease, winking in Katsukiās direction. He shakes his head with a chuckle. In the distance, you can faintly hear āAuntie Momo! How are you?! I want toā¦ā coming from her room.
Itās hard to believe how much a little local bookstore has helped shape your family into what it is today, but you wouldnāt trade it for the world.
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