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saerins · 5 months

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⋆୨ chapter three ୧˚ for a while, you were all mine

⋆୨ if not for you (masterlist) ⋆୨ previous: chapter two - a million miles away, still you connect me in your way <> next: chapter four - behind a box of reasons why ୧˚

⋆୨ synopsis ୧˚ neither of you want this. both you and sae reluctantly agree to this marriage, although sae’s dissatisfaction far outweighs your own. with hidden agendas and old flames, will this ever work out between the two of you, or will your forced spark be doomed to fail?

ೀ series: sae x f!reader | wc 6.3k | ೀ content warnings: fluff/angst, modern au, arranged marriage, rich!sae and rich!reader, jealousy/paranoia, third parties, yn and sae finally sharing one bed | notes: eeep this was long i’m sorry !! more of the other girl here heh ^_< also mwah thank you to all of you who’s reading ily !! <3

In hindsight, maybe it wasn’t right of you to go through your husband’s stuff. Maybe you should’ve just looked at that little black box and left it there and continue to be ignorant.

But no. In this world, you’re nosy and greedy and you wanted to know who exactly it is that Itoshi Sae of all people can’t get over and now you have exactly what you were looking for.

After extensive research—and by research you mean scrolling through your husband’s social media (all of them), you managed to find her tagged in a post buried way below on his Facebook wall. Silver lining is: there’s nothing recent. The bad part? Judging by the date, they’ve known each other for a long time.

Apparently her name is Mirin, and her family’s made up of a whole slew of top lawyers in the whole of Japan. There’s not a lot on her Facebook, but her Instagram is a whole other story. Her posts the last few years put her somewhere in Europe, and judging by the content, she’s been studying there for a while. But before that, back when the posts were all in Japan, you catch a few photos of Sae. Some of them have Oliver and Eita, and a couple of other guys you haven’t met before.

It’s really wrong of you to do this, only because you know you’re just setting yourself up for a world of paranoia, but you can’t stop. You move over to the pictures she’s tagged in, and there’s one from Oliver that catches your attention.

Because it’s dated a few weeks back.

The first of two photos show Oliver, Eita, Sae and the same guy you saw back in Mirin’s feed—the one with jet black spiky hair. They’re in a bar, you presume, sitting around a private booth with a ton of alcohol in the ice bucket on the table. You recognise his attire; it’s from the very first night Sae bothered to sit down at the dining table and eat with you.

The second makes your heart crash to the floor. In the photo, in Sae’s place is Mirin herself, looking drop-dead gorgeous in a skin-tight red dress that you wouldn’t ever think of wearing. (One, because it’s much too revealing for your own taste, and two, well, just because you’re more of an oversized t-shirt kind of girl.)

All you can take away from what you saw is that Mirin is now back in Japan. Coupled with the fact that Sae had been gone even though he was off from work for those first few days of your marriage, you deduce what you wish isn’t true—was he meeting up with her all this time? Even

Trying to avoid falling into utter madness, you grab your phone and text your ever-trusty best friend.

Reo, meet you at our usual. ASAP!!!

Just as you’re about to leave the house, Sae gets back from wherever he’s been (which now you can’t help but wonder whether he was meeting Mirin), and you run right into his chest.

“Careful, busy?” Sae asks, which is more than Sae usually does and you realise just how low the bar is set right now.

Still, you answer him like you always do. “Yeah I’m gonna meet Reo for a bit,” you tell him, biting back a snarky comment about Mirin.

Even with those doubts of Sae in your head, you can’t help but stop to appreciate how he hands you your keys from the key hanger before you forget, or how his other hand is gripping onto yours, warm and just slightly calloused. It’s the first time you’ve felt them since that day at your own wedding.

“Take your time, I’ll handle our dinner tonight,” he tells you, and you think that’s already a lot considering that he’s never really bothered with anything the past few weeks, but then you feel a soft sensation against your forehead—very brief, so unfamiliar, way too soft—and then it’s gone in just a second and it’s way too quick that it has you doubting its existence at all.

All you hear is a soft “see you” before the door shuts behind you, and then there’s only the erratic beating of your heart that fills your ears.

“Yikes.”

“Very helpful, thanks,” you sigh exasperatedly as you plop down onto the cushioned seat across from Reo.

Reo laughs, handing you your phone back, open to Oliver’s Instagram account. “Then ask for a divorce, I’m sure he’d happily oblige if all of that’s true.”

“You know why I can’t, Reo,” you remind him, close to giving up.

Reo nods, remembering about your parents and deciding not to make matters worse. “Did you ask him about it though?”

You frown, glaring up at your best friend who’s now happily sipping on his cold brew. “And let him guess that I was stalking his ex? Sure I did.”

Reo snorts at your sarcasm. He thinks it’s funny how you’re oddly meek in front of Sae, and yet you’re snappish around him. Comes with the many years of being best friends, he supposes. But on that note, “you think there’s something going on between them?”

For the first time, Reo sees you helpless, eyes staring into nothing, index finger idly tracing circles on the polished wooden surface. “I don’t know,” because all you know is that you’re already exhausted from overthinking all the things they could be doing behind your back. “But… he’s always away and he says it’s work when I know it’s not. And she’s back and they were at the same place and urgh, I don’t know what to do.”

By that last line, you’re already burying your head in your hands, slumped against the table, Reo watching on as you grumble in frustration. He chuckles, gently patting your head before you look up at him, “what if they’re just friends right now?”

“It’s still weird, isn’t it? I mean… from the looks of it, they were pretty serious at one point.” Your words are all muffled because you’re pretty sure this is you being jealous now—thanks to Sae considerably warming up to you (be it at his own sluggish pace), it’s hard not to feel anything for him. In a way, you’re learning to like a lot about him, but there’s this unshakeable doubt you can’t brush off in the form of his ex.

Reo leans back against his chair now, pondering out loud. “Hmm I wonder what that reminds me of.”

In a second, you know all too well what he’s referring to, and you find yourself unable to look him in the eye. “That’s… different. We didn’t act on it.”

He rests his elbow on the table, head resting against his fist, “yeah but… we were still each other’s first kiss, right?”

“But we didn’t amount to anything.”

“Except that we’re best friends now,” Reo tells you, and you know he’s trying to get a point across but you’re not sure you want to understand it.

“And that’s all we ever were, Reo.”

Smiling, Reo leans forward a little, cautious at keeping his voice down. It won’t do if people misunderstand and word gets around. “Listen, I don’t know about you, but you were all I wanted at one point. For more than just that one day under the cherry blossoms, more than that one time I stole your first kiss.”

It stuns you a little to hear it, because any romantic emotions between the two of you were never said or shared. Both you and Reo knew back then that your parents wouldn’t ever be in favour of him and his rebelliousness that you both just decided it wasn’t worth the hassle. At that time, when you were both foolish kids, having that something intangible was enough. Maybe it faded for you faster than it had for Reo, but he knew that it once existed. Even if only for a second.

“And?”

You’ve gone soft now, and Reo knows you understand. You’re just in denial.

“Are you sure Sae would feel the same if he knew about it? If he knew I used to love you too?” Reo asks you, genuinely wondering for himself.

You’re about to argue that Sae doesn’t even care, but putting yourself into his shoes, you get where Reo’s coming from. History is history. No matter how long ago it was or how short the relationship (or lack of one) was, the feelings still existed, once upon a time.

Still, you have a feeling that there’s more than meets the eye. Especially if Sae has to hide it all the time. He’s never even said her name to you, if they met at all.

“Anyway look, do you want me to try asking Oliver about it? I’ll be discreet, though I can’t really say the same for that knucklehead,” Reo warns you. It’s not like he knows Oliver much outside of any business dealings, but he can tell that much at least.

You shake your head anyway, knowing it’s a bad idea. For all you know, Sae would just lash out at you for prying into his business when you’re just his on-paper wife.

“Wonder why they broke up though,” you think out loud, watching the liquid in your cup swish around, close to spilling off the edge as you swirl it with your hand, almost completely lost in thought.

Reo answers you without missing a beat. “She went abroad to study and just called it off thinking it wouldn’t work.” His eyes go wide the moment your head shoots up, and he winces after letting it slip.

“You knew?”

“Yeah…”

“What the- how?” Because it’s incredulous how Reo happens to know that much more about the relationship.

He sighs, fessing up. “I was asking around about Sae remember? When I told you he’s just a tough nut to—”

“Yeah yeah,” you wave it off, wanting him to get to the point.

“Well, Oliver’s kinda a blabbermouth so…” Reo sighs, as if he senses there’s no point in keeping it in, not when you’re already halfway into that rabbit hole yourself.

And you’re all ears. Half because you really just want to learn more about it and the other half just wanting confirmation that you’re not crazy for overthinking about this. But then Reo tells you and you’re not sure anymore.

“He said Sae was never over her, loved her to bits.” Reo pauses, hesitating before he opens his mouth again. “He said Sae was waiting for her to get back before starting things up again.”

Oh.

SEVEN YEARS AGO.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

Surely it wasn’t a stretch to be furious that distance would be enough of a reason for a breakup? Surely Sae didn’t have to think himself crazy for refuting such an idea?

Mirin’s hair flowed in the wind, pretty as it always was, and it would be even prettier in his memories. She looked unsure, and he knew it too. He knew her like the back of his hand, down to the injury on his ankle. She was only doing what she thought was right, and that was offering each of their own freedom, though Sae had no single doubt in his mind that that wasn’t what he wanted.

“Sae, please don’t make this harder than it already is,” she told him, her eyes swimming with tears that she wouldn’t allow to overflow.

Always so stubborn, and forever thinking less of herself. That was how he knew her to be. And as much as he hated that stubbornness at that moment, he loved her just as much.

With a hand reaching out to her, he pulled her to him, letting her rest her head in his chest, something that he savoured because it wouldn’t be long until she’ll be gone for who knows how long.

“Is it selfish of me to say I don’t want to break up with you?” Sae was asking her, genuinely. He didn’t know how to handle this—when life held different paths for two people in love, wasn’t it just common sense that they could still tread it and yet be together? Was long distance really the end of everything they had?

Mirin sniffled just a little before she pulled away and forced herself to smile, something that Sae hated. It was always the fake ones that irked him, even now.

“Is it selfish for me to think that we’re supposed to?”

Maybe he didn’t know the answer. But all he knew was that if she still felt like they should, then he’d concede. He was always weak when it came to her. It was always the same. He couldn’t imagine being weak to anyone else. It was her. Only her.

“Fine, we’ll do that, if that’s what you want,” he told her, a tone so gentle that no one but her has ever heard. But he drew close, tipping her chin up so she would look at him, his teal eyes appreciating every inch of her beautiful face, the most beautiful one he had ever seen, and the most beautiful one he thought he would ever see. “But you know something?”

Mirin swallowed the lump in her throat, the amount of love she felt threatening to swallow her whole. “What?”

Sae let out a deep chuckle, a soft one before he pressed his lips against hers, a promise laid between their lips like it was a secret only they both would keep.

“Nothing would stop me from waiting for you to come back. So come back to me, okay? Come back, I’ll wait for you.”

That night when you get home, you feel just slightly numb. After hearing what you did, it’s no surprise. You’ve always been kind of weak when it comes to feelings. You’re more heart over mind and you’d choose your heart over and over again even if you had no more blood left to bleed.

You think you’re never getting over it until you walk in and realise that Sae’s in the kitchen, setting your dinner down on the table. It’s like your tears automatically dissipate once you look into his eyes.

“Oh, just nice,” is all he mumbles before he sits down at his place on the entirely too-big dining table for the two of you.

Across from him, you sit down as you look at the spread before you. A steak on each of your plates, potato puree at the side. In the middle there’s assorted sides of mushrooms, corn kernels and what you assume to be a tray of sauces for the meat.

“Did you cook all of these?” You ask, almost breathless. You’re about to say he’s a much better cook than you are, until Sae speaks up.

“No.” He seems nearly unwilling to answer you, a delicate frown on his face. “Accidentally burnt the pans when I tried to cook.”

“Huh?” You spin your head around to find the sink filled with all your pans, and from the looks of it, Sae had been trying to scrub the burnt portions off unsuccessfully.

“We need to buy new pans.”

Sae says this all too monotonously, like he’s half-robot and half completely embarrassed, that you can’t help but laugh out loud. Besides, it’s kind of cute that there’s a faint pink on his cheeks. You’ve never seen that before.

He looks at you incredulously, like he wasn’t expecting you to laugh at him like he’s a damn clown. Flinging a mushroom at you with his fork, he rolls his eyes. “Shut up,” he groans.

Pouting at him mockingly, you decide to tease him a little more. “You didn’t touch anything else in the house and ruin them, did you?”

And you were joking, until you realise Sae’s averting his gaze, stuffing his mouth full with corn kernels.

“Sae!”

“We might need to get new stuff for the laundry room too,” he confesses, talking with his mouth full. (Spoiler: you find out later that he put the wrong detergents in the washer and accidentally flooded the laundry room.)

Still, you think it’s sort of endearing that he tried to do the chores while you were the one out for a change, so you stop yourself from making fun of him too much. It’s not like whatever you learned earlier isn’t still sitting in the back of your head (because a part of you wonders if he’s doing all this out of guilt), but some part of you wants to be selfish and let yourself feel special, even if it’s delusional, at least for a little bit.

You want to feel like the wife he misses when you’re not around, like the person he would think of when his mind strays. Is this all too much to ask?

Maybe you just can’t help yourself, so you bring yourself to ask: “Sae, why did you agree to this?”

There’s a pregnant pause in the room, the only sounds filling the silence being the stainless steel cutlery hitting the plates as Sae adjusts himself. “Why did you?”

You suppose that maybe it’ll be easier for him to share if you start first, so you bite the bait. “Long story but… if I don’t then it’ll fall to my sister and she’s happy with someone else.” You swallow the meat in your mouth, the fat rendered so well it makes you crave for more. “I don’t want her to have to sacrifice that. Our parents aren’t exactly the nicest people in the world.”

Sae listens to you, an understanding settling in his chest. He could laugh from the coincidence of it all. “Same, but for my brother,” he tells you, prodding at his steak. “And he’s happy with soccer, not some girl. Can’t get a girl to save his life.”

Somehow, you can hear the quiet fondness that he has for Rin that makes you believe he’s a good brother.

“Would a marriage affect his career all that much?”

There’s a certain complexity behind Sae’s expression when you ask that question, something that you can’t decipher. But he scoffs, “let’s just say, my parents aren’t the nicest people either. I would know.”

And something tells you that it’s not something you want to ask yet, so you let his answer sit with you.

“Oh, speaking of parents,” Sae brings up his phone, switching the subject and handing it over to you. It’s a string of texts between him and his mother, apparently. You hold it up to your face, reading through and it appears they’d gotten you both tickets. “Mine got us both tickets, so.”

As you scroll, a grin appears on your face as you look at him. “Honeymoon tickets to Korea?” You’re almost squealing. It’s been a long while since you’ve last had a vacation, and ten days of distraction sounds really nice after all the information you’d just learned today.

Sae rolls his eyes, though you don’t miss the slight tug upwards at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, so get packing, we leave in two days.”

And as excited as you are, you feel a vibration and the brief flash of ‘dummy’ messaging him, the only part of the preview that you can see being: no, take me with you :(

You’re pretty sure it vibrates some more but by then, you’re already handing the phone back and Sae just locks his phone without bothering. Shaking your head, you try to stuff that image back to the deepest crevices of your mind, determined to not let it ruin your mood for your getaway.

Ex lover or not, Sae is still your husband and it’s not like he hates this (by the looks of things, it’s only been getting better and better), so you’re still hell bent on making things work.

Two days fly by way too quickly.

The day after Sae tells you about the trip, you immediately get to work at packing. Ten days is not a short trip and you plan to make full use of it, and for that, you have to be ready.

You had spent the whole day buying anything you would need—travel-friendly items and whatnot—while commuting back home to your parents’ house (at a timing you know they’re at work, of course!) to take anything you might’ve left there that you needed. Just as you left the house, nostalgia took over as you looked around at the place where you grew up.

It’s strange. People say to cherish what time you have with your parents, that one day you’re going to move out and you’re going to miss it.

You don’t feel like that’s necessarily true, because you’re living proof. The only thing you’d miss is your sister and you still talk to her everyday. Meanwhile, the only times your mother or father ever talks to you is to ask you about your marriage and warning you not to annoy Sae too much, as though it was a given and that it shouldn’t be the other way around.

Maybe it doesn’t make much sense; you and Sae (or maybe just you) trying to be a family when you both have no idea what a proper family is like. Even if it is just on paper.

Now you’re on a town car to the airport and you’re fiddling with your passport in your hands, staring out the window like a little child that’s going overseas for the first time. (Next to you, Sae’s thinking the exact same thing—you do look so much like an excited child. Or maybe a puppy.)

Of course, Sae’s parents waste no expenses in gifting you two first-class seats. Not that you’ve never been in first class, but it’s nice to be next to Sae, and you catch yourself, realising just how quickly you’re catching feelings.

“What?” Sae’s just getting ready to turn his phone to flight-safe mode when he catches you staring, a hint of smugness forming inside of him.

Even with a small partition separating your seats, you can see his teal eyes staring at you, long lashes fluttering in all its glory. Instead of offering an answer, you just shake your head and lean back, busying yourself by adjusting the screen in front of you.

Being in a state of denial is easy; it’s actually fun to sit in first class next to Sae, on a three-hour flight to your honeymoon, annoying him each chance you get, earning yourself a death stare every instant before laughing yourself silly when he flips off at you. It’s been a few weeks, but you think you’ve grown accustomed to what Sae is like that you know his middle fingers to you are never meant to be taken seriously and his silence is just how he is when he isn’t fully opened up. It nearly makes you think you’re crazy for doubting him and yet you don’t have the balls to question him about any of that. Not yet, because you’re not ready for this to end (if it will).

The itinerary had already been planned out by Sae’s mother, but it wasn’t like either of you wanted to follow it. One, Sae likes to do things spontaneously anyway and two, well, you have a feeling that he might want to treat this like a solo trip. It’s not like either of you have properly been husband and wife much to have a proper honeymoon together.

So count you surprised when you suggested that you both try to do solo trips around the city and just meet up for dinner, only to have Sae agree and yet follow you wherever you decide to go that first day.

At first, you were just wondering whether he had the same plans, but after he followed you into a Sephora looking absolutely clueless and then getting all flustered and sticking to you the moment the staff there asked him if he wanted to do a skin test, you allow yourself to think that he’s actually tagging along with you.

“What are you doing?” You decide to ask after exiting another store, carrying no less than five bags thanks to your anxiety of asking Sae what he’s up to.

On his part, he merely shrugs and looks away, hands in his coat pocket, looking absolutely like a model out of a magazine. Sometimes you wonder if he’s really yours. On paper, at least.

“This is our honeymoon, right? Makes sense that we’re together.” That’s all the explanation Sae offers, his gaze hovering over the bags you’re carrying, before he leans closer. “Besides, you’re my wife,” he says, gently grabbing your bags and carrying it for you.

He doesn’t say that it’s just on paper this time. And you can’t help but read into it. It’s perplexing how easily his words can affect you. It has your heart doing somersaults and your lips nervously pursing together.

“So, where next?” He prompts, looking at you expectantly.

And maybe you’re a little too excited for this pleasant turn of events that you’re grinning from ear to ear as you stare at him. “Wait, really?”

You can’t even hide the glee in your voice and Sae, for the first time, smiles—even if he’s doing it as he rolls his eyes at you.

“Yes, stupid,” he tells you, chuckling as you hop slightly in excited. “Are we going or are you just gonna stand here like a little puppy?”

With excited nods and a little squeal, you clap your hands together before daring to put your fingers around his wrist, dragging him with you.

Sae follows quietly behind you, staring at you as you happily tread ahead, your hands warm and guarding his against the slightly chilly air, hair flowing in the wind and he suddenly thinks you’re even prettier than he first thought you were. And then he starts thinking that maybe this part of his life that’s planned by his parents isn’t so bad after all.

Though, when you get back to the hotel, you find out that Sae has already specially asked for two separate beds, to the surprise of all the hotel staff, because of course, Mrs Itoshi had booked the honeymoon suite for the both of you. Special requests for that room usually mean flowers on the bed, or breakfast just the way they like it—not for the groom of all people to be asking for a separate bed altogether, especially when he insists there is no additional person.

“I’ll sleep out here,” Sae tells you the moment you get back to the hotel that night, gesturing to the bed set up by the television, much to your bummer. But you suppose you can’t expect too much—hand holding was already a miracle in itself.

“Oh yeah, sure,” you shrug it off, like it doesn’t even matter. Deep down you feel like a rock was dropped from your throat to the bottom of your stomach, forming a gaping hole in your heart along the way that you tried to will into non-existence.

Still, somehow, despite this little obstacle, you find yourself optimistic after being witness to Sae’s change in demeanour.

“Hey, Y/N?”

When you turn around, you see a hint of hesitation flicker across his teal eyes before he shakes his head, brushing it off.

“It’s nothing, goodnight.”

Although you’re curious, you decide not to press him about it. Offering a small smile, you nod.

“Goodnight, Sae.”

Over the course of your entire honeymoon, you find that you shouldn’t be chiding yourself for being delusional in the first place.

For once in this one-sided love affair, you feel like perhaps it’s not so one-sided at all. Because from what you’ve learned about Sae in your close-to-minimal time together, he isn’t someone that you can force into doing anything he doesn’t want to. At least when it comes to mundane activities which includes trips. (Unless you’re his parents who you have no doubt in your mind probably mirrors your own and have their ways of controlling him, per se.)

But it’s hard to think he doesn’t want to do any of this with you when he’s so compliant. He follows your bucket list of things to do and doesn’t complain once. He lets you drag him to the palace and looks only slightly concerned when you tell him you want to “do the thing where we can dress up like royalty and take pictures” but he only sighs and concedes within seconds.

When he comes out of the room looking like the most handsome prince you’d ever met, you’re too shy to meet his gaze but he tilts your head up to look at him for most of the shots anyway. With his face so close to yours, with these kinds of small gestures which he willingly initiates, you begin to wonder if it’s possible to make him happy in this possibly loveless marriage.

Spending ten days together, surrounded by just each other and doing things that couples do; it nearly makes you feel as if this is real. Like Sae really loves you and that he had asked you to marry him one day out of the blue because of it. Nothing like how you felt that first time you met him, in your dressing room minutes before you were about to become husband and wife, being talked down to and told that this was a facade and could be nothing more.

Now he’s here with you, sticking close and following you around, entertaining your requests for activities, falling asleep on your shoulder when you were on the plane to Jeju, and sometimes he absentmindedly holds your hand like he’s used to it. He helps you with your luggage always, and he makes sure you get food whenever your stomach starts growling, and he’s more observant than you give him credit for because he starts picking the radish off your plate without you asking.

Your album’s suddenly filled with pictures of you and Sae and you were hesitant at first but dragging him to the amusement park when he wasn’t for it at first was a good decision; for a while, you get to see what he’s like when all the downturned lines on his face reverse, when he looks the most like an actual guy in his mid-twenties, enjoying life instead of brooding all the time. Thanks to that, your pictures are more both of you smiling or being goofy together instead of faceless pictures because neither of you feel like showing your faces at all.

By the time your honeymoon is about to come to an end, you find that maybe there’s hope for this after all. That maybe you’d just been overthinking everything prior to this and it shouldn’t be worth worrying over after the trip ends.

But you find that hope can be flimsy sometimes.

On the seventh night there, you and Sae are both on your bed, in the actual bedroom, fighting (not literally) over a multiplayer game. Just two adults hunched over one phone playing frustrating games meant for kids. (Somehow it makes you feel like perhaps neither of you ever had a normal childhood and this is something to make up for it.) It’s all fun and games until you see a throng of message notifications from dummy mixed in with several from what you presume to be Sae’s group chat with the guys.

And you can keep pretending like it doesn’t matter, except Sae immediately stops after the current round and tells you he has to take a call. And you already know more or less who he’s going to talk to. And just like that, you feel like you’re back to square one all over again.

The subsequent nights (and days) aren’t easy for you either. After just giving up on thinking and forcing yourself to sleep that night, you’d been stuck with paranoia everyday. Especially when you realise that he’s starting to take calls every night outside on the balcony where he’s sure you’re out of earshot.

You wonder if he’s being lovey dovey with her outside when he talks to her. You wonder if he imagines you as her when you’re out together. You wonder if he wishes you were her. You wonder if all this is just a gimmick; a test run for when he does the actual things with the actual girl he wants to do them with.

Safe to say, by your last night there, you’re a mess. The moment you get back from trying to be happy all day (which was a disaster because you wouldn’t stop trying to minimise contact with Sae), you tell him you’re too tired and that you’ll just go ahead and go to bed.

Which, of course, is code for ‘you just want to lie in bed and cry all night’.

Sae couldn’t even get a word out before you shut the door on him, plopping down onto the bed and crying into your pillow. Maybe holding everything in was a bad idea. Now you’re bursting with emotions and you try to call Reo a few minutes later but you can’t even get him because he’s busy somehow and you’re positive that the gods hate you right now.

There is one thing about being on rock bottom that you like, though; at least you know how you feel. You’re exhausted and upset and envious because you wish you could be that person for your husband. But you keep getting reminded that you’re not. That somehow you’re just a mere stand-in until he marries his real wife next time. The one he promised to love forever. (Technically, he vowed that to you on your wedding day too, but that’s not the same and you know it.)

Deciding to shut off your phone and have this time to yourself to cry your eyes out, you miss the sudden swarm of notifications that come in. And thanks to you stuffing your head into the pillow, you don’t notice Sae opening the door and peeking inside, an unfamiliar feeling settling inside him at the sound of you sobbing.

He gently closes the door behind him as he walks to you, your back turned to him, your hands and feet hanging onto the bolster like a koala to a branch. Slowly, he saunters over to you, almost like he’s afraid to. When his hand rests on your shoulder and he sinks into the mattress beside you, you stiffen up for just a moment before spinning around and sobbing into his chest instead.

You didn’t expect him to even enter your room at all, much less let you stain his shirt or hold you close when you’re being emotional like this, but he stays there, hand gently rubbing your arm, up and down, a gentle kiss placed on the top of your head. It makes you wonder what kind of games he’s playing. Is this Sae not being able to make up his mind and that’s why he’s still so nice to you even when he has his old flame in the back of his head?

“Do you… want me to leave you alone?” He asks, though you can argue it’s kind of a stupid question but then you realise he probably doesn’t know much about actual relationships so you let it slide.

You shake your head in response, deciding that as stupid as it all sounds, you want to throw your hat in the ring. You’ve fallen for him, and you want him for yourself.

And maybe it’s wrong of you to project this on him, but your absence of a normal family where a home is not just a house and where parents shower their children with actual love and concern makes you yearn for one yourself. And maybe it’s not a great idea to want that from a man you married from being forced to, but thanks to this honeymoon you can see that there’s a flicker of spark there.

That Sae’s not emotionless and he’s definitely not cold to you. Not anymore. That if you guys had been given more time instead of being rushed into things by your parents then maybe the whole wedding could’ve gone without any of the hitches you experienced. That every single radish he picked off your plate, every picture he took with you, every time he held your hand, every time he pulled you close—none of that was manufactured, was it?

So isn’t it possible for you to be happy with him? So is it still foolish or selfish of you to want to be with him?

Is it too much if you ask him about it?

“Hey, Sae?” Your voice is soft and timid and more vulnerable than you’ve ever shown, but he hears you loud and clear, his “hm?” resounding against his chest, right next to your ear. “Can you stay?”

A few seconds of pause, and he replies, “of course.”

You shake your head slightly. “I don’t mean that. I mean, you know, what we said on our wedding day.” Your voice is entirely muffled, still Sae understands.

There’s an even longer pause this time, and you think that Sae’s just thinking of a way to get out of this until you hear him speak up again.

“Idiot,” he chides, but you can hear the soft affection in his voice. Suddenly, you feel his pinky wrapping around your own, and he holds it near your face. “I promise you,” he whispers, and you wish you could see the expression on his face, “I’ll stay.”

It might be wishful thinking but you think he really means it.

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Just Another Thing – [1]

Walt 'Finn' Finnegan x Reader/OC

Summary: God help anyone who might've thought a nice, stable relationship might bring some kind of change to Walt Finnegan's usual mischief and mild-hedonism. God especially help them if they also thought a girlfriend would provide any sort of calming influence over him.

She definitely influenced him, anyone could tell you that, unfortunately just never in any way that could even remotely be described as 'calm'.

Warnings: cussing, mentions of and talk of sex, sexy body parts, ect. reader/OC is named Kimberly/Kimber, but it is still written in second person and her name shouldn't come up very often.

Notes: oh boy oh boy oh boy you have no clue how excited i am for this fic. it's literally been in the works for over a year. i'd even go as far as to say it's my fave fic in recent memory!!! Im not sure yet how many parts, but the story does have a beginning and end.

It's not necessary to have watched the film before reading this fic, as this is set in the year after, around 1982, however certain character dynamics could be confusing. Also i definitely headcanon Finn and Beverly becoming good friends, hidden beneath a layer of exasperation of course but he is definitely the type to go to all the theatre stuff like come on look at him!!!!!

okay enough from me now heres the fic I really hope you enjoy!!!

You register the alarm on your friends’ face’s far too late to do anything, and the next thing you know you’re clutching the crown of your head, a dull throbbing ache now pulsing under your fingertips.

It wasn’t an entirely unfamiliar sensation, you’ve been hit in the head by a ball plenty of times, but the sheer weight behind this particular impact stood out to you. That, and you knew it couldn’t have been the volleyball you and your friend’s were playing with, because you currently held it.

“What the fu–” you begin angrily, already whipping around in the direction you’d been hit, cutting yourself off at the sight of an approaching man, a look of genuine remorse painted on his features as he jogs toward you. Behind him, a group of guys with baseball gloves watch on with various cringing expressions. Just as the man nears you, his eyes subtly travel up and down your figure, his lip quirking with approval, but he keeps his face apologetic. He comes to a stop several feet away, where the baseball had landed, but doesn’t take his eyes off of you, placing his hands on his hips and lifting his chin at you.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he says, and it at least sounds sincere. “Roper’s never had much of an eye.”

You purse your lips, but try not to look too angry. He was cute, you realise dumbly, still rubbing your head. Dirty blond hair settled in light waves at the top of his collar, a matching blond moustache groomed neatly above his upper lip. He was tall, broad across the shoulders and chest in a way you’d only ever really seen on guys who worked out, athletes and the like. He also looked a little older than a lot of the students you’d see walking around campus, and he certainly didn’t approach you with the confidence of a freshman, so you figure he must be at least an upperclassmen.

“Well, maybe y'all should work on that with him,” you grumble lightly, and drop your hand.

“You okay?” he nods at your head, and you shift to lean on one foot, not missing the flicker of his eyes to watch as you do, or the way he lingers on your rapidly rising and falling chest before he meets your eye again.

“Isn’t the first time, certainly won’t be the last. Hair probably won’t sit right tonight, though,” you complain.

“Big date?” he asks, the teasing tone unmistakable. You lift your chin a little indignantly.

“I’m sure your day is just riding on my answer, but I don’t feel particularly inclined on telling you that,” you huff, heart rate doubling when he laughs, looking away from you for the first time as he grins widely.

“Well, how about this,” he starts once he’s sobered, bending down to swipe the baseball from the grass, taking a step toward you as he does. “The next time I see you, I promise you won’t get hit in the head,” he waves the ball as if you need reminding, but takes another step closer. “And you tell me what night works best to take you out?”

You fail to hide the amused smile that pulls at your lips, but then again, you weren’t really one for playing hard to get. You can see now that he’s only a few feet away, that his eyes are a startling green, and you think you wouldn’t mind running into him again, sans head injury.

“Alright,” you tell him, stepping back with a nod. “Next time.”

It takes all of your will power to turn away from him and move back towards your friends, though you feel his eyes on you for some distance, and make sure you swing your hips just a little more than you usually might.

Part of you regrets not making plans then and there, but the other part of you shivers at the already building tension of your potential next meeting.

Squinting at your reflection in the mirror, you flip your feathery waves once more over your shoulder, before almost immediately letting it fall back where it was. Just as you’d predicted, thanks to the decent-sized lump on the crown of your head, your Jerry Hall blowout was looking less supermodel and more super-odd.

Scrunching your nose as you mess with your tresses one last time, let out a huff, and force yourself to turn away, just in time for Nancy to appear at your open door, her curled fingers tapping gently on the wood.

“Hey Kimber,” she begins, pausing to give you a whistle as you exit your bathroom and do a twirl for her. Your collared halter-neck jumpsuit was supposed to be worn with a ruffle-neck blouse, but you’d never intended to style it that way, not to mention it was tight enough that you’re not totally sure you’d even be able to fit said blouse beneath it anyway.

��Something’s telling me Miss Texas ‘56 didn’t have this particular ensemble in mind when she ordered this for you outta her fancy lil’ Saks catalogue…” Nancy teases. You roll your eyes.

“Saks don’t do catalogues.” you correct her with a faux air of haughtiness, but don’t bother to contend her point. All of your housemates were more than familiar with your former Beauty Queen mother, despite never having met her. The monthly ‘care packages’ she sent you, filled with various ‘in season’ (see: frivolous) items of clothing and ‘essentials’ spoke volumes about who exactly Mrs Charlene Wynne was. That mostly just amounting to ‘eternally neurotic but well-meaning’.

Nancy pokes her tongue out at you and scoffs out a laugh.

“Whatever, the point is; Mama doesn't always know best. You look foxy!”

You let out a laugh and smooth your hands over your thighs, thanking her softly.

You weren’t at all oblivious to the way you looked. Certainly you were no Raquel Welch, but most days you could manage something in the realm of Christie Brinkley or Cheryl Ladd, which was pretty damn good. You had your mother to thank for that, though your dad was no slouch either, but considering your mother couldn’t walk ten steps without someone recognising her from her Miss Texas win almost thirty years ago, you’ll give her most of the credit. As a result of your parent’s contributions, you’d become aware fairly quickly of the effect you tended to have on men, especially College men.

“Did you need me for something?” you prompt after a few more moments of Nancy preening over your outfit, remembering that she had come up here with a purpose some minutes ago now. Nancy blinks, before she makes a soft gasping sound, and straightens up.

“That’s right! Beverley arrived a little while ago, she was asking for you!” she informs you, waving her hand in the vague direction of the stairs and the party quickly coming to life on the first floor.

“I’m coming now!” you tell her, giving your hair one last flip before you move for your door, closing it behind you and quickly following Nancy as she all but skips.

The ‘little’ get together had officially started a little while ago, but you’d had a study group that had run long, meaning you were now fashionably late to your own houseparty, if there were even such a thing.

Almost immediately once you crest the lower steps, you feel yourself shift into focus, totally in your element now, a cool, easy smile finding a place on your features. It isn’t difficult for you to move through the light throngs of people, despite your arrival not going unnoticed by those around you, but instead of excusing yourself meekly past distracted conversationalists, you’re liked enough that partygoers both consciously and subconsciously make way for you, plenty of familiar faces greeting you warmly in passing as you go.

You aren't surprised to find the kitchen milling with guests too, though the music is a little quieter here, so you figure it will remain more sparsely populated until later in the night, when everyone is comfortably tipsy.

“Kimberley!” A female voice calls out, perhaps a little too loudly, but you’d come to expect as much from anyone deeply involved in theatre.

“Beverly!” you match her energy, volume and all, knowing that she was likely already feeling a little out of place among the other guests, who were all mostly part of the College’s various sports teams and who you suspect weren’t even aware there even was a theatre program.

You can’t stop yourself from grinning ecstatically, overjoyed to see your friend for the first time since classes had commenced for the year. However, you feel more than you see the redhead that collides with you, her much shorter frame crashing into yours with a comforting force, and thanks to your non incosiderable height, as well as your many years playing volleyball, you hardly even budge from the impact, even in your chunky platform heels. You quickly hug Beverley in return, but far sooner than you’d like, she’s pulling back and launching into what sounds like a planned monologue.

“Okay! So, you know how ages ago I said I was going to set you up with one of Jake’s housemates from the baseball house?” Beverly starts, already waving her hands expressively, her expression bright and excited. You search your mind, but honestly, you aren’t sure if the conversation sounds familiar or not. You’d had a lot of people say similar things to you throughout your college career so far. Most of the time they were totally off-base matches, but you were always happy to experience new things, new people.

Beverley doesn’t wait for your reply though, clapping her hands and rubbing them together.

“Well, of course the team was invited tonight, meaning I can finally introduce you!” she exclaims, looking wildly over her shoulder, as though the person in question was supposed to be just behind her. When she sees an empty kitchen, she frowns and purses her lips. The glimmer of annoyance is wiped from her face by the time she’s looking back at you, and she huffs good-naturedly.

“I told him to wait for me…” she links your arms as she speaks, and you happily let her lead you to the kitchen door, where a light bubble of conversation floats through from outside. You have to let out a laugh at her sheer excitement, which appears genuine, though not in her usual manner.

The usual manner meaning that every so often when the two of you found yourselves at the same club or bar, whenever she or her friend’s were being bothered, the pretty redhead would giddily inform you that she had someone she wanted you to meet, then standing back and watching gleefully as you casually sapped up the creep’s attention, only to bluntly shoot him down and send him off.

You don’t get the feeling this is one of those times, but from what you knew of the baseball team, you very well may have to do some shooing on your own behalf tonight.

Outside on the tiny back-deck, a small group of people had gathered and right away your brain sparks with familiarity, though you have very little time to consider this before Beverley is releasing your arm and stepping forward. She smiles brightly as she sweeps between you and a man who turns around as if on cue.

“Finn, this is Kimberley Wynn! Kimberley, this is Finn! I am almost certain that the two of you will get along famously,” Beverely announces with a flourish and a wink. You and Finn both blink startled at one another for several moments, before mutual recognition quickly sets in. Your lips slowly pull into a wide grin, and you don’t bother hiding the fact that you’re now looking him over with no subtly, just as he’d done to you earlier in the park.

“I’m not about to get clobbered again, am I?” you begin flirtily, glad that the man, Finn, recognises you as well, though unlike you, he seems to avoid taking the opportunity to check you out again, to his loss. Instead, he smiles big, almost showmanly, and takes up a slight lean on the railing behind him.

“If it’s any consolation, your hair looks great,” Finn replies cooly, and it’s almost as though you’d never parted ways at all. You flick your hair over your shoulder, seeing how his eyes follow the movement before they’re locked back on yours and you already know you’ve got this man hook, line and sinker.

“Luckily for you,” you sniff, though your smile undercuts any real resentment. Finn seems to grin a little wider then, more genuinely than the showman smile. You think the way his eyes crinkle in the corners is sweet, and that he should smile that way all the time.

“Wait, you two already know each other?!” Beverley cuts in, suddenly reminding you that she was in fact still standing there, watching and listening. “How?!” the redhead demands, not going so far as to stomp a foot, but she does cross her arms in a huff as she looks between the two of you in betrayed disbelief, though you note most of her ire seems directed at Finn.

The blonde swings his gaze back to the shorter woman, seemingly tickled by her apparent annoyance, yet his teasing expression is full to the brim with endeared fondness. You get the impression that this was the natural state of their friendship, and that Finn is about to say something inflammatory just to get a bigger rise, which might be a little funny, but you cut in before he can speak, relieving Beverly of her confusion.

“All Star over here threw a baseball at my head this afternoon,” you say pointedly, making sure he doesn’t mistake your happiness to see him for forgiveness. Finn holds his hands up then, and jerks a thumb in the direction of a man in the larger group of party goers on the porch.

“Roper threw a baseball at your head this afternoon,” he corrects you, as though that should absolve you of your attitude.

“Oh, that’s right! You just failed to catch it!” you tease, watching as he winces dramatically and grasps at his chest.

“You wound me sweetheart!” he exclaims ruefully, and despite the vaguely amicable antagonism, you can see now why he and Beverly are friends.

“Then we’re even.” You say. You already agree with the redhead’s earlier assessment; the two of you were going to get along famously.

Finn shrugs in a manner that reads more as relenting than indifference, and at least some of his overly performative act comes away. Beverley scoffs a laugh, rolling her eyes heavily as she reaches out to shove Finn in the arm. He sways, you think for her benefit, which makes you smile.

“Only you could throw a baseball that hits the one girl on campus who’d actually put up with you…” she snorts, seemingly assuming his chances with you were now dashed. Finn raises a finger in protest.

“As we just discussed, I only failed to catch the ball that hit the one girl on campus who may or may not be willing to put up with me. I’d like that to go on record.” He smiles at her simperingly. Beverley regards him with a withering look for several seconds, before choosing to ignore him entirely, turning to you.

“Have fun.” she says, sounding much more like her usual manner, though before you can tell her it’s alright, she’s already spun away, and when you find her again, she’s tucking herself under the arm of her boyfriend, Jake.

You shake your head, and look back at Finn, finding his gaze already locked on you. He pushes away from the railing then, and steps toward you.

“You know what this is?” he asks you, once more sounding like an actor reading lines, and gesturing between you. “Fate.” he says, lowering his voice somewhat like it was a secret just for the two of you.

You cock your head at his odd little act, though you aren’t entirely un-charmed by it. It was rather different to when you’d met this afternoon, despite his blatant flirting then, now it was as if you were speaking with a completely different person. A stage magician, perhaps.

“So, why don’t we go get a drink in your hand, and then you can tell me which day works for our upcoming date.” Finn gives a slight flourish, and while his whole demeanour is still clearly put on, there is an endearing element to his theatrics, a silliness that you might find more charming if it didn’t feel so much like he was performing for you.

He offers you his arm graciously, which you can imagine combined with his hyped up charm, would have plenty of women already giggling into their sleeves, which you don’t do, but you do place your other hand over his warm skin as well, and allow him to lead you back into the kitchen.

“So what’ll it be? Beer? Fruity punch? Fruity punch and beer?” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and even though he’s still playing a role of some kind, it’s not hard for you to see through it.

“Fruity punch,” you say decisively. “Can’t stand the taste of beer.” You tell him honestly, watching as he goes about procuring you a glass of the punch you yourself had made, and appreciating the effort he puts in to make sure you have at least two cherries, though, you don’t think he means it to be suggestive, despite your own thoughts going straight to the gutter over the matter.

“So, what you’re saying is; I should switch to the punch if I want to test this theory about you being the one girl on campus who’ll put up with me later?” he asks in amusement, at last handing you your drink, his eyes sparkling. You accept the drink and give a noncommittal shrug as you take a small sip.

“Oh, that’s not necessary, but I’ll certainly appreciate it later.” You really feel no need to go along with his act, not seeing any reason to play coy about your intentions, not in the way he seemed to feel was par for the course at least. You watch as Finn takes a moment to actually process your words, a brief mix of surprise and curiosity passing over his features, but it’s quickly covered up by a much more ‘cool’ looking mask.

You have to crack a smile at his sheer determination to convince you to have sex with him, the poor man somehow didn’t realise he was preaching to the choir.

“You really do look fantastic, by the way,” Finn says after a few moments of awkward quiet pass. You push aside your amusement, and grin happily at him, smoothing your hand over the material fondly.

“Thanks! I feel like one of ‘Charlie’s Angels’,” you gush a little, briefly feeling silly for bringing up the comparison, however, this time Finn’s smile makes the corners of his eyes crinkle in that way you liked, making his whole face seem softer and more natural, pouring with warmth.

“Trust me, Farrah’s got nothing on you right now,” he tells you sweetly, continuing to fondly watch you preen, not just at the compliment, but because you think this might be the first time all evening he isn’t speaking from some kind of script.

The moment passes quickly, though, and as you duck your head to accept his praise, you see his face momentarily scrunching up in a wince, like he was scolding himself for saying something so saccharine. You consider telling him that you found the sweetness endlessly more endearing than any of the other lines so far, but you hold your tongue. You had a small feeling that his pretence was really more about him, than about you, at least to a degree.

Finn is about halfway through earnestly telling you about his apparently ‘average’ sized cock when you at last run out of patience. The gimmick itself was entertaining enough, definitely an original approach to picking up women, and you’d even played along to start with, but you can’t help wondering why you’re standing around talking about his cock when you could be doing other things with it instead.

While he’s still talking, you reach into your pocket and dig around for a moment, before you find what you’re after. Finn trails off when you turn and lay the coin face-side up on his forearm. He blinks at it in confusion, for a few seconds, before looking questioningly up at you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you ask before he can speak again, and force yourself not to pump your fist triumphantly when his confusion is quickly replaced with affection. Sure, you knew he wanted to have sex with you already, but now he thought you were cute, too.

“Alright,” he answers simply, fully angling his body toward yours, leaning in closer to you at the same time.

“So, this whole ‘average sized cock’ thing, does it actually work? I mean, has it worked when you’ve used it before?” you tip your head up at him, genuinely curious, but you don’t miss the way Finn’s features fall blank for a second after you speak, his smile fading, replaced with mild discomfort. He seems to shift back from you slightly, regarding you once more before he replies.

“I guess this is the time it doesn’t.” He all but mutters, his frown deepening as he looks away from you again, clearing his throat this time and straightening up, obviously embarrassed. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks back at you evenly.

“Could’ve stopped me earlier,” he says a little stiffly, though seemingly coming to terms with whatever direction he now thought this conversation was taking. You can’t help yourself then, his sulking making you laugh, fully and joyfully, but before he can sulk further, you lay your hand gently on his arm, over the penny, and give him a light squeeze. You shake your head as your laughter dies down, and fix him with a warm expression

“I never said it wasn’t working– in a manner of speaking,” You softly tell him, watching as he blinks down at you. You hurry to explain. “I mean don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t working, but only because it’s totally unbelievable.”

Finn at last relaxes somewhat, though his slight frown remains as he considers your complaint.

“What’s so unbelievable about it?” he demands, in a way that tells you this pick-up tactic was one he was proud of, though clear playfulness had returned to his voice.

Confident that you were now talking, actually talking to Finn as he was, and not as he thought would get him laid, you feel energised to engage with the subject matter more seriously. You scoff and roll your eyes at his indignation.

“Firstly,” you start, shifting to lean on your hip, bringing you closer once again. “No guy is ever going to accept, let alone admit that he has an average sized-cock, and he’s definitely not going to admit it to a woman he wants to fuck.” You say matter-of-factly, though you didn’t have anything more than your not-insubstantial intimate experiences with men to go off of as proof.

“Guys who really are average, don’t think that they are, and they probably never will because no woman is going to bring up the fact that his seven inch cock looks suspiciously closer to five.” you wave your hands a little, not realising before now that you really had any firm opinions on this subject.

You see the cogs in Finn’s brain turning as he regards your words with something that resembles amused but genuine interest. You figure he hadn’t expected you to really have a point, which to be fair, you hadn’t expected either. You do plan to let him respond, but you suddenly remember something else you’d been thinking about earlier, when he’d first brought up the concept.

“–And! In my experience, guys who do have big cocks, they don’t really say anything, or they mislead you entirely, so that they can get off on hearing you telling him how big he is.”

That earns a hearty laugh from Finn, who shrugs a shoulder in admittance at that point at the very least. He’d returned at last to watching you fondly, and you think once more that Beverley had been spot on in introducing the two of you. You’re pretty sure Finn is the only man who would so happily, or nonchalantly debate with you about the size of other men’s cocks, just as you’re sure that you’re the only woman on campus who has ever challenged him on it.

Finn hums in thought. “So, you believe men will only ever overcompensate or undercompensate?” he asks, but it's more of a statement. He watches you intently as he tips his chin, and you nod.

“Exactly.”

A moment passes between the two of you, before Finn leans forward, right into your space, wearing a pleased smirk.

“In that case honey,” he starts, voice sounding a little deeper now, huskier somehow. “What’s the verdict then?” he stares at you unwaveringly, challenging you. You frown.

“The verdict on what?” you ask, though at this point you couldn’t muster much genuine interest, not when all this verbal foreplay was slowing down the process of getting him in your bedroom for some actual foreplay.

Finn’s smirk grows then, seemingly glad you’d asked. You watch as his eyes dip briefly down to your chest, where his height and closeness grant him a very good view of your tits. He meets your gaze again before he speaks.

“Do you think I’m overcompensating, or undercompensating?”

You blink and stare at him as you process, not even bothering to hide your captivation, but it lasts for mere seconds before your lips are curling into a coy smile to match his own. You copy his move then, dropping your eyes to take in the front of his jeans, but you don’t look back up again as he had. Instead, you reach out and begin tracing his belt buckle. Finn inhales sharply, clearly taken off guard by your forwardness, which was clearly working for him.

You’re momentarily distracted from his belt as you catch sight of the rather sizable bulge forming at the front of his pants, giving you a pretty good idea of what the verdict should be. You lick your lips without really thinking, but take full advantage of the way Finn’s eyes follow the movement, tracing the path over your now wet mouth as he awaits your answer. You lean in, closing the miniscule distance between you at last, and give his belt a teasing little tug toward you.

“Y’know, I haven’t a clue,” you lie nonchalantly, your smile only growing when you use his belt to pull yourself in and press right up against his front. “But I’d love to find out.”

#everybody wants some!!#walt finn finnegan #finnegan x reader #walt finnegan x reader #idk what to tag ethis even

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Why Darius is a much better person than Fandom gives him credit for, and why it matters.

We have all seen them. About this scene.

81872698236412 memes, comics and textposts where Darius doesn’t give a damn when Luz is in mortal danger, but suddenly starts caring when he hears that Hunter is also trapped.

Now, Fandom seems to love that take, but I loathe it. Gets under my skin, drives me up the wall, can’t fucking stand it.

Why?

Because if Darius were truly the kind of person who is totally cool with letting a little girl die as a result of his own fuck-up, then he’d make a terrible father for Hunter.

The main point of Hunter’s character is that he is horrifically traumatised because he has spent his life with a guardian who is a serial killer of children. Thus, for his recovery, it’s absolutely necessary that his new guardian is a compassionate person. The last thing Hunter needs is a new guardian who is also cool with causing child death.

If Darius were truly the kind of man who think “LOL fuck your kid only mine is worth saving!” then it doesn’t matter if he loves Hunter, he simply wouldn’t be emotionally equipped to take care of a traumatised kid.

LUCKILY DARIUS ISN’T THAT KIND OF MAN.

Here is the evidence that Darius was not telling Raine to abandon Luz.

1) Darius was shocked to learn that Hunter was trapped. But there is absolutely no reason for him to believe that Luz was trapped while Hunter wasn’t.

The last time Darius saw Hunter, Hunter and Luz were practically entangled together over the circle, so why would only Luz be trapped?

Oh, but maybe Darius and Raine went back to the alley and saw Eda leave alone!

Sure, that could have happened. Except that Hunter left both his artificial staff and his mask in the alley, so if anything going back there would have made it even more obvious that something bad happened TO HUNTER.

On top of that, Hunter’s palisman was in Eda’s hair as she left, and he definitely wouldn’t have let her take Flapjack willingly.

2) Darius had repeatedly asked Raine to recruit Eda, but Raine said no because they wanted her to be safely away from the battle.

So, first of all, Darius wouldn't actually care about revealing himself to Eda. The only reason he is keeping her out of the loop is out of respect for Raine’s wish to keep her safe.

Darius knows that Eda's curse is absolutely necessary to stop the Day Of Unity, but still chooses to stay away from her for her safety despite knowing full well that without her they are at a massive disadvantage. The whole point of the plan to enter Belos’ mind (an insanely reckless plan with very little chance of gaining anything) was that Darius and Raine were desperate to find any possible intel to figure out a way to stop Belos without Eda’s help. And, after that plan failed, Eda was their only hope.

So, no, Darius wouldn’t give a damn about “blowing his cover” with Eda. He is keeping hidden to protect her, not himself.

Second, if Luz died in Belos' mind, Eda would immediately charge at the castle in a roaring rampage of revenge and get killed, making the whole attempt to keep her safe null and void.

3) Here is what Dana Terrace says about Darius in Cissy Jones’ stream about the S2 Finale.

Even if he's still like, a little chaotic, like he has his own plans, like... "even if people get hurt, it's only the small ones" he says, he'll say stuff like that, but at the end of the day he has his priorities, and his priorities are to help people and to care for those that he loves.

That doesn’t sound like the kind of guy who’d watch a little girl get dragged into mortal danger because of his own actions, and go “eh, not my problem!”

That sounds like the guy who sacrificed his day off (presumably his one day off in a year, if Head Witches have the same workload as people in the Emperor’s Coven) to make sure that some kidnapped students were returned safely home.

IN CONCLUSION:

Most likely, Darius and Raine realised that something bad had happened to the kids and were investigating, and Darius stopped Raine from getting too close to the Owl House because he wanted them to be cautious for Eda’s sake, but when he heard that his boy was in immediate danger he freaked out and almost threw all caution to the wind.

Darius cares the most about Hunter because he clearly loves the boy, BUT he wouldn’t have abandoned Luz either. Because Darius is fundamentally a good person, and that’s why he should adopt Hunter.

#toh #the owl house #toh darius #darius deamonne #toh hunter #golden guard #raine whispers #hunter wittebane #hunter deamonne

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I never lost him Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture, etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 8 2560 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

“That went great” Y/N says instantly, "Well done, Buck"

The praise washes over him like water, soothing the frayed edges of his soul like a balm.

He relishes in the soft swell of affection for a moment, nuzzling down into her embrace until he feels like he might be able to speak without his voice cracking;

“‘days not over yet, doll” he murmurs eventually, “’s only the afternoon— still plenty of time for me to ruin’ it”

“Don’t be ridiculous” she counters, “You’re here, with me— there’s no way you could ruin anything.”

He scoffs, holding onto her a little bit tighter.

Y/N can feel the way he’s clinging onto her waist with both of his hands, clutching onto her t-shirt like a child who’s afraid of being abandoned.

Her heart is aching, behind her ribs. He’s clearly trying to catch up with the reality of everything that’s just transpired, and she doesn’t really know if she can do anything to help.

Holding him seems to be doing something, at least.

So, she decides to just keep doing that, stroking circles across the back of his ribs.

“I can’t believe he went to the deli dressed like that” she murmurs, “I bet it makes the news.”

He smiles a little at that, small and hidden against her shoulder.

“He… he wasn’t wearin’ his dog tag”

That hurts.

It hurts more than she’d have expected it too.

“I asked him where it was” she tells him, “He says he lost it, y’know? In the ice”

That sounds reasonable, he’d been prepared for a similar answer, but, she doesn’t sound sure. There’s something about her tone, that makes him furrow his brow;

“You don’t think he did?”

“I might be wrong” she sighs, “but, I could’ve sworn I saw it in one of Peg’s old boxes”

It’s why I recognised yours so quickly, she thinks.

“If… If it was in Peggy’s stuff, maybe he did lose it, but she, she found it?”

“Maybe” Y/N agrees, “Or maybe I never saw it at all”

‘Excuse me, boss’ FRIDAY inserts politely, ‘But Bucky is right, I can confirm that when Captain Rodgers was first brought to SHEILD headquarters he was booked in, and his dog tag was noted along with his compass and original suit in the documentation regarding his personal belongings.’

That catches her attention, she tilts her head and hums,

“Was… was he awake when you brought him here?”

‘No’ FRIDAY replies, ‘He remained frozen until our medical officers felt confident in their ability to bring him round without complication’

“But he had it on him when he arrived?” Y/N cuts in, wanting to clarify, “Do you have any record about where it went?”

‘Yes, boss.’ the AI agrees, ‘And whilst there is no official mention of the article after that initial reference, I can use the archived security footage to speculate that Agent Carter may have retrieved it from him during one of her regular visits.’

Oh—

“Well there we go…” Y/N murmurs, stroking Bucky’s back again, “…mystery solved.”

“She…” Bucky says, clearing his throat, “… Y’think she took it?”

“Probably” she sighs, “she loved him, it’s not a stretch to think she’d want to try and keep a piece of him close, ‘specially… ‘specially when she realised that he probably wouldn’t be wakin’ up any time soon.”

Bucky thinks that’s awfully sad.

Sometimes he forgets how unfair fate was to Steve. He forgets that it wasn’t just him who lost everything in ice.

“I think we should get it back to him, don’t you?”

Y/N’s voice makes his head lift up, away from the crook of neck.

He’s starring at her, trying to read wether or not she’s being serious.

“You… you think we can?”

“Of course we can” she chuckles, stroking his cheek, “Baby, if Peggy kept it then it’s here— After she died a lot of her stuff was archived, y’know, for security— Tony and Sharon agreed that the tower was the best place for her personal belongings, since it’s real easy to protect, and, if I saw it before got scooped up, then I’d wager it’s still exactly where it was back then.”

“So” he murmurs, “We… We really could get it for him?”

“Sure” she says, “We can go grab it ourselves, or I can ask Tony or Nat to go and find it?”

His face shifts into something terribly conflicted. For a moment, she thinks that he might speak, but instead, he just ducks his head back down into her shoulder, burying his face against her like hiding might erase the burn of shame he’s experiencing because he just can’t volunteer himself to go and retrieve it himself.

It doesn’t.

Her arms wrapping back around across his body helps though.

So does the way she presses her lips against the top of his head, hushing him before she says,

“FRIDAY, can you message Natasha discretely for me? Do it in Russian so she knows it’s private— ask her to go down to the archives and use my override to get into the safe in room 12, tell her that I think the tag is somewhere between boxes 1-8 under one of Peg’s old dresses. When she’s got it, ask her to bring it up here, don’t let Rodgers see.”

‘Yes, boss’

“I- I’m sorry” she hears Bucky whisper, voice melting against her throat, “I just can’t-“

“It’s okay” she soothes, “Baby, it’s fine, Nat loves snoopin’ around down there, she’ll get it for us, and then you can double check, make sure it’s right before you give it to him.”

“Before-“ he gulps, “before I give it to him?”

“well, yeah” she says, smiling, “Sweetheart, unless you don’t want too?”

“I- I do” he blurts out urgently, “I-I just, thought maybe you-”

“No, baby” she murmurs, “I think it’ll mean more if it’s you.”

‘Ms Romanoff is on her way to the archives now, Boss— she asked me pass on a message to Bucky on her behalf’

“Oh?” Y/N scoffs, pressing another kiss against his head, “What message would that be?”

‘Dobro pozhalovat' domoy, serzhant’

Welcome Home, Sergeant.

That makes a smile bloom across her face.

The recorded greeting being laced with a genuine tone of kindness is enough to make her affection towards her old friend swell in her chest.

“She… Is, is that her voice?”

‘Yes, Bucky- I can relay messages to anybody you like.’

“Could you reply for me? could… could you tell her ‘Thank you, and I- I’m sorry, for— for fightin’ you, and for- for shootin’ you back… back in Japan.”

“Sure I will.”

“Sweetheart” Y/N says, “you know she’s not angry, don’t you?”

“It doesn’t matter” he counters weakly, “It doesn’t matter if she’s angry, doll, I— I’m still sorry.”

The silence that follows doesn’t last long, but it’s still long enough for his words to make Y/N’s chest ache again.

“C’mere” she purrs, settling herself back against the arm of the couch, guiding him up, so he’s back in position between her thighs, “Grab that blanket, baby, are you sure you’re not hungry?”

He lets one of his hands snake out so he can pull the covers out from underneath his legs, whispering out an “I- I can eat if… if you want me to?” as he passes it to her.

“It’s not up to me” Y/N says, arranging the quilt across his back, “what do you want?”

“…To stay here for awhile?…”

He means in her arms. He means against her chest, where he finally feels safe, and there isn’t a single thing in the world that could convince her to prise him away. Not with the way he’s looking at her, wide eyed and touch-starved.

“Then you can stay here awhile.” she tells him, one hand snaking up to cup his cheek, “You can stay right here for as long as you want”

“Excuse the interruption, but Miss Romanoff has sent a reply, Bucky, would you like to hear it now, or shall I store it for later playback?”

Bucky’s eyes widen for a moment, and he pushes back into Y/N’s hand as he gulps;

“Can I- Can I hear it now?”

‘Ofcourse—

Zabud' ob etom. Vy byli pervym chelovekom, kotoryy ustroil mne dostoynyy boy za desyat' let. My provedem match-revansh, kogda tebe stanet luchshe.’

Forget about it. You were the first person to give me a decent fight in a decade. We'll rematch when you're feeling better.

There’s a laugh in her tone that makes Y/N scoff, eyes rolling as her old friends voice floods the space.

“See?” she whispers, pressing a kiss against his lips, “Don’t worry about Nat”

His smile is tight and anxious, and she can tell he wants to hide again, so she reminds him that he doesn’t need to reply, and that is when he surrenders, nodding and retreating to her chest.

“We’ll eat later” she says, “You, you just get comfy, it’s been a hell of a mornin’…”

It has, it has been a hell of a morning.

“I love you” is the response he settles on, “I- I love you so much”

That makes her laugh, but it’s sweet, it’s happy and girlish, and he’s beaming into the skin of her throat.

“Baby boy” she coos, “I love you more.”

“’s not possible” he counters, because he can’t not, “doll, It… it’s like you hung the damn moon”

“We’ll argue it out another day” she whispers, feeling him sagging against her, “you’re exhausted.”

He is, he is exhausted, he’s emotionally drained and the heat from her body is drawing him in, making it easy for his breathing to synchronise with hers, deep, and slow.

His eyes are closed and her fingers are in his hair.

God, he feels like the luckiest man alive.

and then, he’s asleep again.

Y/N spends more time showering him in gentle touches, this time. She plays with the curls that are hanging loose across the back of his neck. She presses her lips against his brow and then finally drapes one arm across the back of waist so that she can pull up the STARK internship paperwork that she’d mentioned filling out earlier with the other.

In two hours, it’s early evening and she’s half way through the file.

In three, she’s still half way through, but now Natasha has let her know that she has the dog tag, and she can bring it up whenever.

Now might be the best time, she considers, whilst he’s sleeping— maybe we can avoid another introduction.

She relays her thoughts to FRIDAY who quietly, and politely agrees with her theory, and tells her that ‘Ms Romanoff will be with her in a few moments.’

It’s been just over five minutes when Natasha lets herself into Y/N’s suite.

Unlike Steve she’s used to dropping by, so, there isn’t any cause for her to stop to survey her surroundings.

That is, until she spots her best friend, curled up on her couch with the very same super-solider that had been deemed as ‘HYRDA’s most dangerous weapon’ passed out between her thighs.

That is definitely worth a double take.

Y/N’s eyes roll at the look on her face, and she uses her free hand to beckon her towards her,

“He’s sleeping—” she tells her helpfully, “— and thank you for finding it so quickly”

The dog tag is already in her outstretched palm. Natasha’s smile is curious more than anything else, so Y/N finds herself mirroring it, quirking a brow and murmuring out a “what?” that makes the other woman chuckle, quiet and tempered into the air between them;

“This isn’t just a hook-up is it?”

“No” she replies, “No, I don’t think it is.”

The red-head nods, and her face morphs into something only approving.

“You met him whilst you were away?” she checks, waiting for Y/N to nod before she continues, “So you’ve been, together, for awhile?”

“Yeah” Y/N agrees, “better part of 5 years.”

“Well” Nat sighs, “I hope he deserves you.”

“He does” she’s quick to tell her

“good” the other woman replies, “if you trust him, then that’s good enough for me, just let him know that if he breaks your heart then it won’t just be Tony he has to watch out for.”

That makes Y/N snort, childish and happy as she nods, curling her fingers through Bucky’s hair again.

“Speaking off” Natasha murmurs, “Is he okay? With this whole thing?”

“I think he’s more than okay” she says, “Honestly, I didn’t expect him to be so good about it, y’know? but he’s really gone out of his way to make this easy on us.”

“He can probably tell how happy you are” she replies, “and if somethin’ happens and you need me then-”

“I know you’ve got my back” Y/N swears, “You always have, Nat- ya tebya lyublyu”

I love you

A genuine smile blooms across the red-heads face. She’s beaming as she leans in to press a kiss on Y/N’s brow, and she’s still sporting the same grin when she starts towards the door.

“Do you think he’ll mind if I stop by tomorrow?”

“I don’t know” Y/N says honestly, “I doubt it? If he isn’t ready then I’ll slip out and catch you before training”

And then she’s gone, and Y/N finds herself tucking the dog tag into her pocket so that she can return her attention to the papers she’d been working on before.

Bucky doesn’t stir for another hour. By then she’s actually almost finished. She’s so focused on the task at hand that she only notices he’s awake when he moves, rolling onto his side so he can peer at the glowing hologram she’s typing on.

“Hey, love” she purrs, “Sorry, I thought I’d try and get this finished whilst you slept.”

“Don’t be sorry, doll” he replies, voice cracking with disuse, “Have I been out long?”

“3 hours, maybe 4?” Y/N answers, looking at the clock, “it’s about 8 now, Nat’s been and gone.”

That catches his attention, he paws at his eyes, and then at his chin, all whilst using his metal arm to support his weight so he can stare at her face.

“What?” she presses, typing the final sentence of her conclusion with impressive speed, “Did you want me to wake you?”

“No” he admits, “I- I just didn’t think she’d be able to find it so quick”

The papers are finished so Y/N hits submit, dismissing the screen with a flick of her wrist so that she can give him her full attention.

“It wasn’t hidden” she reminds him calmly, “Do you want to see it?”

His lip quirks as he nods.

She shifts her hips pulling the silver, age-stained trinket out of her pocket before letting the charm drop, so that its where he can reach out and grab it.

He does, turning it over in his flesh fingers as his eyes scan the engravings again and again.

“Is it the right thing?” she wonders, already suspecting from the look on his face that it is, “I’m pretty sure, but-”

“Yeah” he says, “Yeah, it- it’s right— can I give it to him now?”

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | x | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

#bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky fanfic #the winter soldier x you #fluff #x reader #drabble #series #BBneverlosthim

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creelteeth · 2 years

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id imagine maybe at first perv!robin doesnt realise she has a crush on u, ur just close friends right? so what if she looks at u a bit too long when u guys go shopping and share a changing room? or that she's super touchy with u during sleepovers? or that she likes to peek into the shower when u leave the door open cuz its just robin

and maybe one day ur divulging insecurities and u tell her u think ur nipples might be weird because someone said something at the public pool lockers and she has to shove down her anger and jealousy to assure u that ur nipples are perfect and u laugh because 'how would u know buckley, u havent seen them?' and she offers to take a look maybe cheekily at first but then shes serious 'we're both girls. come on friends do it all the time' and maybe she keeps the fact that she likes girls to herself because what u dont know wont hurt u?

“we’re both girls. come on, friends do it all the time.” god!! that line made my brain short circuit.

she’s really not trying to come on strong at all cause in the end you are her friend and she adores you so very much. however, in that adoration comes a lusty haze that she can’t seem to snap herself out of. she’s enamored by you, enthralled, quite honestly just obsessed in every way.

so when you two are at her house getting ready to go out for the night and you wanna go braless because none of the ones you own look good with the top you picked; poor robin has to suck the drool back into her mouth watching you adjust and readjust in the mirror.

she watches in awe of the way you have your hands stuffed inside the tight fitting top, moving each tit little by little. your fingers squishing and squeezing trying your best to settle your tits in a way that makes you happy. nothing seems to be working and it’s frustrating you so very much.

“what’s the matter?“ she mutters out, trying her best to sound nonchalant while anxiously spinning her ring around her finger.

“my nipples are so weird.” you huff, turning around to face her to show off the puffy peaks hidden under thin white fabric.

robin’s eyes bulge a little, flicking side to side at each of them. this is as close as she’s gotten to seeing you naked, and fuck it’s so much better than she expected. the look on her face makes you a bit insecure, you can’t quite read the expression. her lips parted, just studying the perfect outlines.

“see.” you whine, arms coming up to cover them. “even my bestest friend thinks they’re weird. jeez— i must have frankentits or something?”

your dramatics bring her back to earth a bit, shooting up from her bed to walk over to you. both hands up in the air waving defensively.

“no! no, no,no, they’re normal. they’re so normal. they’re even better than normal, they’re perfect. so. perfect. here—“ she pauses, reaching up to grab at your wrist, trying to pull your arm off your chest to show her the outline once again. “let me see em again. up close.”

you’re too wrapped up in your own frustration to recognize the shift in her tone towards the end. her eyes narrowing towards your chest when you give in and peel your arm away.

“fuck— see, they’re perfect. a little uneven though.. w-want me to help you fix them?” she keeps her eyes on the peaks, they’re more prominent now, hard.

“you wanna touch.. my chest?” you question, confused as to why she’d suggest that.

“yeah.. it’s no big deal, right? we’re both girls. friends who are girls do stuff like this all the time.” she insists, stepping in to grab at the hem of the top.

your heart rate picks up at the idea of having another girl’s hands on your body. it’s not something that’s ever happened to you, though you trusted robin. she wouldn’t stir you in any direction that wasn’t a good one. you watch her closely, but she’s only fixed on your chest.

“um.. sure why not. go ahead.” you nod wearily, arching your back a bit to bring your mid section closer to her.

“alright,” she sighed, fingertips pushing past the tight fabric to slide up your midsection until both hands have a light grip on your chest. “stay still, for me.”

her rasp seemed to have deepened a bit with the closeness. robin’s warm fingers smoothed across the hard peaks on your chest pulling a very silent whimper from you. she moved slowly at first, wanting to drink in the feeling of your skin in her hands. she couldn’t see them, but that was fine, touching you was more than enough.

“robin.” you choked out, a noticeable amount of goosebumps spread about your skin.

the sound of her name in your mouth made her head spin, nearly as much as your tits in her hand did. she knew better than to keep it going though, giving your nipples a few more light taps and squeezes before pulling her hands back out of the shirt.

“there we go. they’re even now.” robin smiled at you, grabbing your shoulders to spin you around to face the mirror.

she stepped in behind you, her front pressing flesh against your back. her hands were warm from behind under your shirt, the way they felt on your shoulders made your stomach churn a bit.

the feelings her touch left behind was confused to say the least, but you couldn’t get into that. not yet.

#robin buckley smut #perv!robin #casey answers #robin my baby

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 7 months

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Here You Come Again [Part Sixteen]

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Original Female Characters, Priscilla Presley, Colonel Tom Parker, Vernon Presley, Gladys Presley, Minnie Mae Presley, Marci Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Red West, Sonny West, Marty Lacker, Joe Esposito, Charlie Hodge, Lamar Fike, Alan Fortas, George Klein, Memphis Mafia

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Word Count: 3423

Summary: When Addison Goodwin was seventeen years old her life was turned inside out after a chance encounter with her past. Now, fifteen years later her life is the best it’s ever been. She has a home, a good job and a daughter she loves more than anything in the world but will all that remain when an old familiar face rolls into town.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Las Vegas, The International Hotel, Elvis In Vegas, 1970s, 1970s Elvis, Friends To Lovers, Rekindled Romance, Parenting, Time Line is Sketchy, Guilt, Betrayal, Teenage Pregnancy, Hawaii, Hidden Pregnancy, Jealousy, Sex, Absence of Parent, Single Motherhood, Trauma, Oral Sex, Tension

Notes: Short and sweet but I promise the next part is longer! Last one after this followed by an epilogue x

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Jess had been rifling through her suitcase, hoping that the top she had worn yesterday could take another outing when the door burst open and Addison came in slamming it closed behind her as she said, ‘pack your shit we’re leaving.’

‘What?’ Jess asked watching as her mother started pulling clean clothes out of the closet.

‘Mom,’ Jess said but Addison didn’t say anything and instead she thrust the pile of clothes towards her daughter who took them, though instead of putting them in her case she just let them hang limply over her arms. She didn’t know what the matter was but her mother’s face was frantic, like it had been the day she’d first met her dad. Yet when Jess didn’t move it fell into a scowl as Addison said, ‘I mean now Jess.’

‘Mom what’s going on?’ Jess asked worriedly.

‘Please just do as I ask,’ Addison said moving back to the closet, gathering items haphazardly as she threw them on the bed hoping her daughter would spur into action that would allow her to circumnavigate any questions. But Addison wasn’t that lucky. Jess’ familiar blue eyes were watching her, her face plastered with concern. She’d always gone with what her mother wanted, she hadn’t pushed because she trusted her mom would do what was best, but now she had a sinking feeling in her gut. One that she doubted would go until she knew what was going on.

‘Mom what’s happening?’ she asked as Addison continued to move around her, taking the items out of her hands as realised Jess had failed to move.

‘Jess please,’ Addison said pleadingly.

‘No,’ Jess said firmly making Addison stop in her tracks. She folded her arms across her chest watching her mother expectantly, the way Elvis did when he knew she was keeping something from him. She didn’t want to tell her. She didn’t want to get into it, to rehash all the pain that was swirling inside her at that moment. She didn’t want to go through it because she knew she was in the wrong too, that she shouldn’t have let herself get so close, to give them both hope.

‘Jess please,’ Addison said placing her hand on her daughter’s shoulder, gnawing on her lip as she tried to keep herself from crying.

‘No not until you tell me what’s wrong,’ Jess said watching her mother closely. Watching her expression, one Jess knew only came when she was trying not to cry, something clicked into place as she said, ‘you guys had a fight didn’t you?’

Addison sighed moving away to busy herself with packing. She should’ve known she’d see through her, after all, Elvis could always read her even when others couldn’t.

‘I’m right, aren’t I?’ Jess said making Addison’s movements slow, ‘what happened?’

‘You don’t need to know this stuff,’ Addison said quietly.

‘Because I’m a kid?’ Jess scoffed making her mother turn around in an instant.

‘Of course because you’re a kid!’ Addison said, ‘Jess this stuff-’

‘Involves me. If it involves you two it involves me and I think I should be included don’t you?’ Jess said waiting for her mother who remained stony-faced and silent, ‘fine if you don’t want to tell me I’ll just go and ask Dad.’

She started moving towards the door making Addison sling the stuff she had been holding down as she rushed forward to stop her.

‘Okay, okay,’ Addison said quickly before she sighed and took a seat on the cluttered bed. Jess hesitated but then she moved to sit beside her, waiting for whatever it was to come spilling out of her though all she said was, ‘you’re right…we had a fight.’

‘What about?’ Jess asked tentatively.

‘It’s complicated,’ Addison said peeking at Jess who was waiting patiently for her to continue, ‘he said, we said some stuff…it was bad.’

‘What stuff?’ Jess asked.

‘Like I said it’s complicated,’ Addison said trying to ignore the twinge in her heart as Elvis’s face flashed behind her eyes. The anger, hurt and upset burned into her brain. Though its presence was forced out as Jess said.

‘He’s in love with you isn’t he?’

‘Jess!’ Addison gasped.

‘What I have eyes,’ Jess said, ‘I can tell by the way he looks at you…you look at him the same way.’

‘Honey,’ Addison sighed but Jess was on a roll. She had noticed it well before they had gotten to Hawaii and she was sure that both of them felt the same.

‘What? I mean you love him, he loves you, what more is there to think about?’ Jess asked, her hopes fading as her mother placed a gentle hand on her knee.

‘Jessie it’s not that simple,’ Addison said though as Jess went to protest she dove in. She did love him, she always had, but that was the reason she couldn’t go through it all again. As was the hope in her daughter’s eyes, ‘Jessie I can’t do it again. I wish I could but I just can’t. Last time…it nearly killed me.’

‘But maybe it’ll be different this time,’ Jess pressed on, ‘I mean this time there’s nothing stopping us from being a proper family, right? I know you love him and he loves you too. He wouldn’t hurt you I just know he wouldn’t-’

‘Is that why he threatened to take you away from me?’ Addison asked making her daughter’s eyes go wide. She didn’t mean to do it, she didn’t want to paint him in a bad light, if anything she’d always tried her best to soften the blow of the truth when it came to Jess considering throughout her childhood she had been forced to see how her parents tore chunks out of one another, but she needed Jess to understand. She needed her to realise that her actions, whilst not logical to everyone, did have a deeper meaning.

‘Mom, I would never,’ Jess said in little more than a whisper.

‘I know,’ Addison said stroking her face gently, ‘but like I said it was bad…and I can’t be around him right now not with all of this up in the air.’

‘Okay,’ Jess nodded.

‘Okay,’ Addison said taking a deep breath, ‘let’s get you packed up then.’

‘I meant okay I understand you don’t want to be around him,’ Jess corrected making her falter, ‘look I know you guys have had a fight and I know whatever’s going on between you isn’t going to be fixed fast-’

‘But-’

‘But he’s still my dad,’ Jess said firmly, ‘and you promised that we could try this and that no matter what I’d have you.’

‘Of course you will-’

‘So I’m not going to ask you to spend every minute with him,’ Jess said taking her own deep breath as nerves started to bubble inside her, ‘but I am going to ask that we stay. Because if some of your reasoning is to protect me or whatever what point is there in running away? And if it’s hard, if it’s awkward I’ll jump in…like you did for me the first time he came to the house, okay?’

The words seemed to hit Addison a good thirty seconds before the sentiment kicked in. It wasn’t what she wanted, all she wanted to do was get out of there even if that proved Elvis right about her, but she could see her daughter had a point. She kept saying that she was doing this for Jess, would that still be true if she didn’t take her daughter's needs into account? It also struck her just how kind and loving her daughter was, though that was something she already knew. All this time she had worried about how including Elvis in their lives would affect her and it turned out she was handling their situation better than either of her parents.

‘When did you get so grown up huh?’ Addison said with a sad smile as she pulled her in for a hug. Jess nestled herself on her mother’s shoulder, her arms wrapping around her torso.

‘You miss a lot when you’re drooling over Dad,’ Jess joked making Addison laugh though it was a little flatter than she hoped. They were quiet for a moment before Jess managed to work up the nerve to ask something further, ‘does this mean we can stay?’

‘Yeah,’ Addison sighed, stroking her daughter’s hair, ‘I can’t promise it’ll be like it was…I might need some space.’

‘That’s fine,’ Jess said pulling out of their embrace, ‘you hang with Aunt Mar. I’ll handle Dad.’

‘I shouldn’t be asking you to do this,’ Addison frowned.

‘Why not? We’ve always got each other that’s what you promised,’ Jess said, ‘I’m happy to help.’

Though before Addison could agree there was a knock at the door. They both looked at it, wondering who it could be this early, but they were saved from the suspense as Jess got up to open it. Standing outside the door was Elvis who offered her a smile before he peered in and noticed Addison sitting on the bed.

‘Oh, uh, hey,’ he said. Addison said nothing.

‘Everything okay?’ Jess said leaning on the door and moving it forward so his view was obscured.

‘Fine, uh, Lisa’s wondering if you want to come down the beach,’ Elvis said nervously.

‘Yeah,’ Jess said though she looked towards her mother, wondering if their little pow-wow was done. Addison nodded though it was a gesture so minute anyone else but the pair of them probably would’ve missed it.

‘Great,’ Elvis said looking down the path to where Lisa was standing, hand in hand with Vernon, eagerly awaiting the pair of them to get a move on.

‘Two ticks,’ Jess said moving away so that she could run into the bathroom, grabbing the t-shirt she had been debating wearing on her way past. She changed in record speed, ignoring how her bathing suit was still slightly damp as she put it on underneath her clothes. Yet it wasn’t quick enough and when she reappeared Elvis was now standing inside her room, watching her mother as she looked away from him, her arms wrapped around herself as she tried to hold her entire being together.

‘Ready,’ Jess said grabbing her beach bag off the bed and taking a stand in front of him, hoping he’d stop watching Addison and move towards the door, but he didn’t move, in fact, he looked down at her, pleading in his eyes as he said.

‘Actually, could I speak to your mom for a minute,’ he said.

‘Isn’t everyone waiting?’ Jess asked glancing at her mother.

‘It’s fine Jess,’ Addison said offering her a reassuring smile. Jess looked between them and then sighed.

‘Two minutes, okay?’ she asked looking at Elvis as sternly as she could muster.

‘Two minutes,’ he promised. And then with one final look at the pair of them, she headed out towards where Lisa and Vernon were waiting.

Elvis waited thinking that she might start first. Now that the fear had settled, he didn’t doubt she had a slew of things waiting for him and yet as he watched her they didn’t come. The only thing that did come as he took her in was a distinct ache in his chest.

‘Addie,’ he said finally making her look at him though her face was plastered in a scowl which somehow hurt worse. At least if she was screaming at him she was still talking to him. When she didn’t say anything he sighed.

‘Look I know you don’t want to speak to me right now and I don’t blame ya,’ he said earning a scoff, ‘but luckily I don’t need you to talk I just need you to listen.’

She didn’t say anything but the scowl faded as she waited for him to say whatever it was he needed to.

‘I’m sorry okay. Bringing up Jess and…and Mona like that was wrong,’ Elvis admitted.

‘You think?’ Addison said angrily.

‘You’re mad I get that,’ he said holding his hands up, ‘but I think you’re wrong too. I think you’re wrong for not giving us a shot. I think you’re wrong for not even trying. And I know you keep saying it’s for Jess or whatever but I meant what I said. I think you’re using Jess so you don’t have to admit you’re protecting yourself. I love you Addison, always have… and I know you love me too.’

They were staring at each other now, the tension between them palpable though it wasn’t like when they had been yelling at one another. This was worse. At least in the heat of the moment she could write off his words, now they were meticulous, planned out and each one cut deeper than the other though she knew that was only because they were laced with truth.

‘But,’ he sighed making her brows knit together, ‘but I’m not gonna force it. I can’t make you love me Addie, or make you admit that you do whatever way around it is. I can’t hang on hoping that one day you’ll decide to love me back. Now that doesn’t mean that I’m just gonna up and leave either. Like it or not I am gonna be in your life, in our daughter’s life…I just hope when you’re ready to admit it it’s not too late.’

And with that he strode out of the room, trying to ignore the sting of tears in his eyes as he walked out into the bright Hawaiian sunshine.

As they walked down to the beach he was quiet, every moment running through his brain in a cycle taunting him for what he did wrong. He tried to tell himself he had been in the right, that for the most part, he had a point, yet that didn’t take the broken way she had looked at him after he’d mentioned Mona out of his mind. The only solace he had as they walked down the sandy path to the beautiful beach was that he had been honest. That he had told her everything and now the ball was in her court.

That didn’t stop the ache in his chest though, it didn’t stop Jess and Vernon from sharing a look as he over-acted trying to remain as normal as possible as he followed Lisa down to the sea. At least spending time with the girls he didn’t have to think about it. Well almost.

He had taken a seat on his towel, dusting the wet sand off his legs when Jess plonked down next to him, her blue eyes watching and waiting for him as though he needed to explain himself.

‘What?’ he asked hoping her scrutiny wasn’t what he thought it was.

‘What happened?’ Jess asked.

‘What are you talking about?’ he asked casually.

‘What did you say to her?’ Jess pressed.

‘Jess,’ Elvis sighed.

‘Don’t bother lying to me because she already told me most of it,’ Jess said taking Elvis off guard. That wasn’t a good sign, if Addison was willing to let the façade break even a little bit in front of Jess it meant that the situation was dire.

‘You know we had a fight?’ Elvis asked.

‘Yeah,’ Jess said. Elvis sighed and looked out towards the sea. Lisa was with some of the other kids, running along the waterline as they allowed the waves to chase them up the beach. Carefree, happy. Something he wished he could feel at that moment in time. Jess watched him for a moment.

‘You love her don’t you?’ she asked after a minute. Elvis looked towards her, unable to protest.

‘Did you tell her?’ Jess asked though her face fell as Elvis looked at her pointedly, ‘oh, that’s what the fight was about.

‘I thought she told you most of it,’ Elvis said raising an eyebrow as Jess blushed.

‘Well she skated over a few details,’ Jess admitted, ‘but I got the gist of it…what I don’t understand is how you telling her you love her led to a screaming match.’

‘You’ve never been in love I take it,’ Elvis chuckled though it dimmed as Jess rolled her eyes. He wanted to be honest with his daughter, yet he didn’t have the heart to tell her what had kicked it all off in the first place. How the hurt and anger he had felt with Addison had pushed him onto the nearest girl around. How he’d taken her to bed, wishing for every minute that it was Addison.

‘Jess, I know this isn’t going to come as a shock to you but your mother isn’t exactly the easiest woman to deal with,’ he said making Jess smirk.

‘I know,’ Jess sighed, ‘she’s hardheaded, stubborn, uncooperative, unreasonable…and yet you love her anyway.’

‘Yeah, I do,’ Elvis smiled. It was true. Out of all the women he’d ever dated Addison was all the things he’d profess never to want. And yet all those qualities were things he loved about her. They infuriated him of course, but they had a hold on him. He was no more able to resist her now than when she was three years old and demanding he play house with her.

‘And she loves you too,’ Jess said.

‘Jessie,’ Elvis sighed. He knew she did but hearing someone confirm it other than his own thoughts hurt more than he anticipated.

‘She does love you back I know she does,’ Jess said firmly.

‘I know,’ Elvis said pulling her into him as he sighed, ‘but that doesn’t mean she wants to be with me, honey.’

‘She’s just scared,’ Jess said, ‘I mean last time she felt that way it all went wrong. When the Colonel sent her away-’

‘How do you know about that?’ Elvis said pulling back. Though Addison and he had gone through everything that had happened in their late-night talks she had always said Jess didn’t need to know the ins and outs of everything. And from the look on his daughter’s face, it hadn’t been her mother to tell her.

‘Grandpa told me,’ Jess said biting her lip as Elvis’ jaw tightened, ‘but I made him. I begged him please don’t be angry with him it’s not his fault.’

‘He shouldn’t have told you,’ Elvis said looking down the beach to where his father was lying reading his book, unknowingly being ratted out.

‘It’s my story too remember,’ Jess said making his gaze fall back on her, his expression softening a touch, ‘and I know you guys think I’m just a kid and I know you want to protect me or whatever but that doesn’t mean I don’t see everything y’know? I remember it all.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Do you think that in fourteen years mom didn’t have a chance at being happy? At meeting someone new?’ Jess asked raising an eyebrow. Elvis’ brow furrowed; he hadn’t thought about it much before. When Jess had blown his questions off he had allowed that answer to be the truth in his mind because he hadn’t wanted to think about it.

‘I suppose,’ he said.

‘I used to think it was because she was worried about me. That if she let herself be anything other than a mom it would upset me but now…now I don’t think that’s what it was,’ Jess admitted, ‘I think she didn’t allow herself to do that stuff because…well because she was still in love with you. And well I can see why she might think it could go wrong, how it might not last…I mean you got married-’

‘I didn’t stop,’ Elvis said, the words falling out of his mouth without him giving them permission, ‘I never stopped loving her.’

‘So don’t stop now,’ Jess said, ‘please?’

‘Jess,’ Elvis sighed.

‘She’ll realise it I promise she will,’ Jess said, ‘just don’t give up on her just yet.’

‘Oh honey,’ Elvis said pulling her back into his side. They sat there for a moment, both looking out towards the gently lapping blue sea, listening to the wind as it rustled through the palm trees behind them. She didn’t look up but after a moment Jess spoke.

‘Dad?’ she said tentatively.

‘Yeah?’ Elvis asked still watching the waves.

‘Maybe next time don’t tell her you’re gonna take me away?’ Jess said making Elvis’ heart twinge. It had been a stupid remark, one he hadn’t meant and hearing the way Jess’ voice sounded made him feel all the more worse.

‘I never would baby,’ Elvis said firmly, ‘I never would.’

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softlymaximoff · 1 year

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🌧️🫂🛁 with Natasha for the drabble thing ? :) you can pick whatever one(s) to use

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— Two weeks, too long.

18+ ONLY! MEN & MINORS DNI (blank blogs will be blocked you do not have my permission to republish my work onto any platform.

Summary: after a particularly long and exhausting mission, you come home to your girlfriend with a fresh set of poorly hidden injuries and disappointed expectations from the accompanying team.

Characters: Soft!Dom-ish Nat, Fem!Sub! Reader

Warnings: injuries/blood/bruises, harsh Steve Rogers, comfort, fluff.

Word Count: 689

“You could have gotten us killed! You need to realise that this isn’t practice anymore Y/n! When you’re out in the field you’re out there for a reason! Don’t make me veto yours!” Steve growled as you him Wanda and Bucky exited the quinjet.

You had just finished a two week mission and all you wanted to do was curl up with Nat and sleep where you felt safe. Wanda had tried to replace her while away but it just wasn’t the same. No matter how many times she’d make sure you dreamt well, you never fully felt at ease.

You hung your head low and clung to the sweater your girlfriend gave you before you left. To make matters worse it was pouring down when you returned. “Steve knock it off” Wanda stepped in and pulled you to her side, “No, it’s fine Wanda, I get it. I’m sorry I let you all down” a sniffle escaped your lips as you politely detached yourself from Wanda.

“Uhm I’m probably just gonna shower and find nat or head to bed, don’t wait up for me for dinner” you whispered when the doors to the compound opened up after an identity scan. The minute the four of you got out of the rain and into the main hallway, you slipped past everyone, retreating to your room.

Nat would kill you if she saw the state you were in. You had a bruised jaw, split lip and bloody knuckles. Definitely a sight to see that’s for sure. With a sigh, you stripped out of your undercover clothes and began ferreting for another one of her hoodies and a pair of soft sleep shorts.

Bingo.

“Oh my god malysh what the fuck happened to your ribs” a choked exclamation rang through the room and you spun around holding the clothes to your bra clad chest. “Tashy please it’s not that bad” you silently begged her to drop the conversation but she narrowed her eyes. “Nuh uh baby these need to be taken care of!” the Russian gasped lightly when she saw just how bad of a state you were in.

“Natasha please I’m fine I just need a shower and it’ll go away, it’s more dirt than anything I promise!” You were panicking as she came closer and tilted your head up. “Let me run you a bath and take care of you” she spoke lowly and softly, your heart melting just a tiny bit. All you could do was nod and mumble a small ‘thank you’

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“You know, one day you’re gonna have to tell Steve to shove it. He shouldn’t be allowed to walk all over you like that” Nat murmured in the comfort of the silence. She was sitting behind you in the bath, lifting her fingers every now and then to watch the water drip off them in front of you.

“You know I can’t do that Tashy, he doesn’t like me as it is. That’ll make him hate me even more” you answered honestly and felt her sigh against your back. “Moya lyubov, Steve is a jackass to everyone. If you don’t say something to him I will” She kissed your temple affectionately and you blushed at the action.

“Three years together and you’re still so reactive. I love you so much, it’s actually scary” she ran a delicate thumb over your bruised jaw and you smiled dopily at her. “I can’t help it when you’ve given me everything and so much more” you kissed her gently and she melted into the kiss.

“Who’s the reactive one now Romanoff” You pulled back and giggled as she splashed a little water at you. “Shut up, let’s get out so I can put some healing stuff on these bruises alright” she rolled her eyes before helping you out. “I love you more by the way” you cradled her face and brushed some baby hairs off her face.

It was indeed her turn to blush and shy away. God she was perfect. Every time you go on a mission you fall for her even harder when you come back.

#marvelnatswhore #asks #witchy answers #letterbox 💌#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #witchy drabbles

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ghostswritenovels · 2 years

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Eddie’s eyes fluttered open as his slumber was disturbed by a soft sound, a whisper of what sounded like sobbing. He rolled onto his back, his eyes scanning the dark room for the source. His eyes travelled over the silhouettes of his sleeping friends. The group of four had just escaped the Upside Down, and they were now taking shelter in Nancy’s basement. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as he expected it to be, as an array of pillows and blankets was already there for them. Nancy explained to them that it was for El, the friend that had a nosebleed whenever she used her telepathic abilities. Eddie’s wandering eyes stopped at the body of Steve Harrington. Steve had his back toward the metalhead, but Eddie was certain that the sound was coming from him. As Eddie watched Steve, he realised that Steve wasn’t asleep, he was sobbing silently. Half of Eddie wanted to roll back over, to allow the other man to believe that no one heard him crying. But that half was ignored, as Eddie carefully got up and crawled to Steve’s side. He gently tapped Steve’s shoulder, making the man jump. Steve visibly relaxed when he realised it was just Eddie. “Hey, man,” Eddie whispered, “are you okay?”

Steve rubbed his eyes, and Eddie didn’t need light to know that Steve’s eyes were red. “Yeah,” he groaned, “yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine. Why were you crying?”

“Shit. You heard me?”

“I just have superb hearing, Harrington. But in all seriousness, is everything okay? You, like, never cry.”

“It’s stupid.”

“You can tell me, Steve. I’m not in the position to judge. I’ve seen some fucked up stuff today. I think I can handle it.”

“It has got nothing to do with about the Upside Down.”

Eddie blinked in surprise. How was Steve not having nightmare after nightmare about what he had seen thanks to the hidden world? Eddie bit his lip, starting to regret ever coming over. He didn’t want to pressure Steve into telling him his problems, but as he thought back to the quiet sobs, he felt like he had to. “That doesn’t matter,” he murmured, “it’s not healthy to keep it all to yourself.”

Steve sighed quietly, and Eddie was ready to retreat to his corner. But he stayed put as Steve rose into a sitting position. Eddie’s eyes have finally adjusted to the darkness, so he could see Steve fiddling with his fingers. “You promise not to tell anyone?” Steve whispered, “not even Robin?”

Eddie did a quick movement, showing that he had his lips sealed. Steve glanced behind Eddie, making sure they didn’t have anyone listening in. “Okay…” he started, “I’ve always had this dream. That I will have six kids with the woman of my dreams. I’ve wanted that since I was little. I always thought I would share this dream with Nancy. But obviously, it didn’t work out.”

Steve ducked his head, focusing on his hands. Eddie took the silence as an opportunity to think back to the time he spent in the Upside Down. He thought back to the conversation he and Steve had had in the woods, about how he was convinced that Nancy was still into Steve. Eddie could feel his throat starting to close as he started to panic. Had he given Steve false hope? Was this all happening because of him? Steve’s voice brought him back to reality, a whisper in the already too quiet shadows.

“You see,” Steve continued, “my dad burned the idea into my head when I was a little kid. He made it painfully clear he wanted me to grow up and have a family. He wanted his son to be Mr Perfect. But I’m far from perfect.”

Steve’s voice cracked while he said the last sentence. Eddie moved closer, so the men’s thighs were pressed together. He lifted a hand and used it to move Steve’s head so Steve would end up looking directly at Eddie. Cold tears trickled onto Eddie’s skin, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the weeping man. “Steve,” he caressed, listening to Steve’s ragged and uneven breaths. “Your old man’s expectations of a perfect son shouldn’t stop you from being you. You are perfect the way you already are. I’m certain that this dream of yours would come true.”

Eddie gasped in surprise when Steve fell into him, his head resting on his shoulder, a hand on his chest. Eddie shivered as Steve breathed onto his neck, the warm air making Eddie’s skin tingle. “What sort of girl would want to date a guy who had gone to hell and back?” Steve rasped.

“If the ladies knew you killed a demobat with your bare hands while shirtless, they’ll be over you. Not a single person in their right mind wouldn’t find that hot.”

“Did you find that hot?”

Unsure of how to answer, Eddie just slowly nodded, well aware that Steve would feel the movement. Steve seemed satisfied as he hummed quietly. “Thank you, Eddie.”

“For what?”

Steve didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed more of his body against Eddie’s. “Steve? Are you there?”

When the other didn’t answer, Eddie turned his head to see a sleeping Steve. Eddie slowly descended to the floor, holding Steve to prevent him from crashing to the ground. Eddie stiffened when Steve’s arms wrapped around Eddie’s waist, snuggling into him. Eddie took a deep breath and tried to force himself to relax. Steve’s eyes flickered open, his soft eyes watching Eddie. “What’s wrong, Munson?” he teased.

“Nothing, really. It’s just nobody has ever been so close to me.”

“You should have thought about this when you decided to call me hot.”

“I wasn’t-”

Steve put on a finger on Eddie’s lips. “Quiet, Eddie” he shushed, “you don’t want to wake the girls.”

Eddie gulped, his large eyes staring at Steve in awe. Steve grinned as he felt Eddie relax. Steve’s eyes drifted close, comforted by Eddie’s arm slung around Steve’s waist, keeping the other close. As Steve went to sleep, he knew. He knew that his dream of a perfect family was possible. But it wasn’t Nancy he was going to share it with, it was going to be Eddie.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie ff #steddie fanfic #steddie fluff #fluff #effectoraffectsteddie

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pertinax--loculos · 1 year

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First Line Tag

I was tagged by @ashen-crest -- thank you so much! ^_^

The rules state: share the first sentence of your last ten stories. If you haven’t written ten stories, share as many first sentences as you have.

So this is fun, because I’m a non-linear writer, so we may have to dive into the archives to find actual first lines. (Spoiler: this was a fun ol’ time. :D) Also, because I have an acute inability to perceive the singular in the word ‘line’, odds are there’s gonna be a few of these where they’re, y’know... lines. Fuck it, we ball.

Not sure who has and hasn’t done this, so randomly picking some people (absolutely no pressure if you don’t like tag games or whatever!): @oh-no-another-idea , @indecentpause , @kaatiba , @kaiusvnoir , @idreamonpaper , @albatris and @isherwoodj !!

Hokay, here we go:

Absent That Night:

Latrell stared at the blank space on the wall, incensed.

ATN2 (sequel to Absent That Night):

This was not the first time Latrell had found a body in the middle of his crime scene.

It was the first time he didn't personally know the victim. So. That was novel.

CASCADE

“So you are aware what the conditions of this agreement are, Mister Johns?”

Jay leaned back in his chair, the chains binding his wrists and ankles clanking. “I’ve been given the pitch, yeah.”

Forgotten Fates

I’m gonna die because of a fucking dretter.

It’s hard to parse what’s happened in the past ten minutes or so. I just know that it’s happened, it’s happened fast, and it’s happened because I didn’t trust my instincts enough to believe what they were telling me about that message.

___RISK IT

Calden Bray was a tricky motherfucker, but fortunately I knew how to handle him.

Out of Containment (OOC)

In his dreams, he’s still there.

He walks down winding corridors that have nothing to distinguish them from the rest. Windowless, with repeating patterns on the carpet and featureless beige walls, there’s no way to tell which direction he’s going. Some latent sense of direction convinces him that they twist and turn, but there’s rarely proper corners. Intersections are even rarer.

Abandon All Hope (aka scifi horror idea)

Maddie woke to screaming alarms.

Nightmare scenario. Literally enough that it took her a few moments to realise that she wasn’t dreaming, that this was actually happening, that she was waking to red flashing lights and mechanical wailing filling her head.

Hindsight

Sometimes I wonder if it would've made more sense to get a prosthesis.

In the Shadows of Stars (now we’re really getting to older stuff, my lord)

The profile that Zayra had compiled narrowed the options down to two places.

They were both bars, both on the seedy side, both fairly well known as the establishment to go to if someone wanted to procure something that wasn’t strictly legal. They were also about as far apart from each other as they could possibly be whilst both remaining on the same planet; one in the towering structure that made up the East Dock, one hidden in the sprawl of the West Dock. And no matter how hard she tried, Zayra could not be in two places at once.

aaaaand Hellbent (lordy 0.o)

"What's the matter Lukas? You're not scared, are you?"

"No," Raleigh lied.

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threewaysdivided · 1 year

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Euughhh I can’t decide between #18 or #20, so I will let you decide :)

Meta asks for writers

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions?

(Plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations? Tell us about them.)

I think this may have come up as a glancing mention in the past but the Deathly Weapons you know is actually a stealth-re-write starting at around Chapter 10. When I first came up with the idea, I had enough of a detailed outline to carry me to Interference, plus some loose notes for later plot-beats. In that initial burst of unfettered creativity I kept going and freewrote up to roughly the equivalent of Chapter 17: Assessment in DW’s canon timeline.

There was some fun stuff in there (the “And here I thought I was just a pretty face” quip from Zatanna in Chapter 18/ Mission 1 comes from the OG version of Chapter 10) but there was also a reason I didn’t release those versions, and was already wanting to go back and re-do them. The stealth-draft was incredibly barebones/compressed in places and some now-key scenes were straight-up missing (Propositions, Constants and Roads to Safe Places were all timeskipped over). Plus I was leaning more heavily into fanon since I hadn’t decided to go back and revisit either show yet, which meant things were more surface-level and “standard” in a few ways. In the stealth-draft, Ghost-Obsessions were explicit lore a headcanon which is fine but that I realised didn’t interest me or serve the story that much on consideration, Danny was more of an OP Gary-Stu type the OG version of the training session was a free-for-all spar where he beat the whole Team, which… no, and Danny and Wally’s conflict was a lot more superficial/arbitrary/unsatisfying.

I’ve walked myself to the stocks over this before but in the spirit of good-natured lampooning I’m happy to rummage through the old draft some more should you want further samples to jeer and hiss at.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about?

(Symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Considering my status as a shameless meta aficionado who can and will ramble for up to 20 pages on the barest prompting, one could say you’re playing a dangerous game here, nonnie.

For the sake of brevity I’m going to rapid-fire a bunch of meta I’d love to talk about and let anyone who’s interested take their pick:

I haven’t found a place to really dig into it in-story, but I went and read Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland etc. collection for extra Artemis material, and there’s some interesting parallels you could read into between Alice/Artemis and The Cheshire Cat/Jade, and what it suggests about their dynamic. It could also indicate some things about how they themselves perceive their relationship given that Jade deliberately took the name Cheshire as her alias in-universe. The Nguyen-Crock sisters are interesting.

YJ!Wally deviates from many iterations of Comics!Wally in that he canonically has a loving and functional homelife rather than an abusive one. I have some potentially-controversial but mostly sappy thoughts about why that changed backstory is actually good for this iteration of the character and what it lets him bring to his version of the Team.

The central emotional arc of Deathly Weapons is Danny/Phantom’s journey through grief to healing. I like how the planned scenes ended up coming together in a pattern where he initially tries to avoid talking about it with other people, then starts to reluctantly talk when asked, then starts talking freely when prompted, and eventually starts willingly volunteering information as he begins to form new bonds and move forward. It wasn’t a conscious thing when I first set them out but it feels correct in hindsight.

There’s lots of little things that I’m either setting up on purpose to pay off later or have found ways to bring back as echoes in late-game chapters:

Danny’s appearance at Cadmus has developed into a pretty seminal point for his and Team Phantom’s journey between leaving Amity Park and joining The Team. More information to come in Equilibrium but keep an eye out for references to the incident or things about his left shoulder.

I recently did some Martian Meta in prep for M’gann’s later focus chapter but there’s also a dynamic I’ve started setting up between her and Phantom (especially in the sparring scene) and it’s going to be interesting to see if anyone picks up on where that’s going.

There’s a very late game scene where Danny is talking to Conner about Danielle and The Clone Thing where I have Danny planned to say “but either way, she’s here and she picked our side. The how and why… guess it just didn’t take that long to stop mattering” as an echo of Bruce’s conversation with Clark in the YJ Episode Schooled.

There’s a conversation between Wally and Dick in the final chapters whose ending parallels the end of Danny and Dick’s scene in Trade Secrets, paying off a promise that will be made in Equilibrium.

And, as you can see, there is so much Equilibrium character-meta which I am desperate to discuss about but also don’t want to talk about for spoiler reasons. I am going to be so normal about it when publication day comes.

Thanks for playing!

#Porque no los dos?#feel free to ask for multiple numbers #writer meta ask game #justwhumpythings' ask game #young justice: deathly weapons #Young Justice #DP Crossover #DP x DC #anonymous #3WD Answers #I also like to hide little bits of literary quotes or easter eggs from other series I like in the details of the story #During In the Mists there’s a planned conversation where the Team lightly pay out their mentors #and about half of it is references to embarrassing moments from other DC properties.#Carroll + Dickens + Shakespeare works all get random references in CH19 #later on the Team is fighting a magic user and his ‘special amulet’ is actually the Amulet of Sarmarkand from the Bartimaeus series

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legendarywolf2022 · 2 years

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Chapter 9: The Wolf and the Fox Are Not So Different

(Everything seemed to calm down after the hiccups between Wolf and Diane as the spark seemed to fly a bit as they began to talk with the others.)

⏰ 9th of July 2022, 02:45pm ⏰

🌎 The Bad Guys’ Hideout, Los Angeles 🌎

After the couple of minutes later, everything had been talked about what really happened few hours ago before the news came along while they were able eating their lunches.

“I see,” Diane said as she drink her tea. “But you girls should never do something about running away from your home or your school trips. Have you ever wondered what your parents would say if they find out on the news?”

The Panda Squad haven’t thought about that, and now they were really in big trouble.

“I know that,” Meilin asked. “We we just wanted to show them that…”

“Mei,” Snake spoke. “Proving that you girls are ‘grownups’ has to be a reason, and that you should get to University, get to college degree, get a job, find a flat, and make sure you’re controlling your money.” Even the Bad Guys agreed.

“Well,” Meilin said. “Yes, but we’re impatient to get the opportunity. I thought that we could just so that we are more than just kids by doing what any adults can do.”

“Snake,” Shark spoke up. “Maybe they were just doing like Home Alone 1 and Home Alone 2 movies in the Panda Squad style.”

“Which it’s not for other kids to do that,” Snake snapped. “And plus, stealing your parents’ half of money and half of your school trips’ money is uncool.”

“Hang on,” Miriam said. “You guys used to be kids and you might have stole money from everyone.”

“Yeah,” Snake pointed out. “But with you girls doing criminal stuff, you’re too cute to my taste. And I can easily taste air for the example.”

Miriam make the ‘wait what’ look on her face. “Air?” She asked.

“Yup,” Snake nodded. “Air.” He then flickered his tongue and sighed, “Hmmm. Bubblegum of strawberry and watermelon I can taste air between you.”

Miriam still wasn’t sure, “Okay… but snakes can taste air is kinda odd..?”

“I think it’s kinda cool,” Priya said.

“But, sorry to interrupt, but did Mr Wolf said that the governor was once a thief herself?” Abby asked, kinda wanted to change the subject. “Sorry, I’m kinda bit curious and confused.”

Diane and Wolf looked at each other…

“It’s okay,” Catalina said as she noticed Wolf’s face was getting worried. “I know she’s the Crimson Paw.”

The Bad Guys, the Panda Squad and Diane looked at her in shock.

“Wait, what?” Diane asked, “How…?”

“The Crimson Paw would be an animal that got many skills as a fox and the ways the female move as well as the crimson colour of your fur,” Catalina explained. “And don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

“Who’s Crimson Paw?” Miriam asked.

“It’s a long story, Miriam.” Tarantula said.

Diane thought of, if it was a good time, to tell them about her criminal story. After a moment passed, she cleared her throat before explaining. “When I was just a kid, I was perfect to my family. I was smart, pretty and loyal to the family.” She said while the others listening to her story. “But all that change when someone had burgled our home as they were hunting something for them to take from us, they stole everything except my mom’s box that was hidden under the bed. Since then I became some sort of a troubled teenager when I started to steal sweets, drinks and money when my dad passed away. It became more of a struggle for my mom. So when I got older I went to college then to University. When it comes to summer holidays, I would come to my mom’s and looked after her. But at the same time, I still kept on stealing and I realised what my talent was. I became a thief after I graduated, but no one especially my now-short family doesn’t know about it.”

The others were surprised that Diane’s life from the past wasn’t perfect than they thought it was. Diane was actually telling her story about how she became a thief while trying to stay loyal to her family.

“I know it wasn’t easy to keep my secret from my mother, as well as leaving everything behind.” Diane sighed, “I was the best thief in the world that I even had no idea I was this good after everything I needed to know about how to be the best criminal ever. Fast, fearless and inventive. I stole everything I could think of, and I just had one thing left to steal…”

“The Golden Dolphin.” Snake, Shark, Tarantula and Piranha. Wolf nodded, he knew because Diane told him last year.

“You went after that dolphin?” Meilin asked.

“I didn’t just went after it,” Diane said. “I had it. And it was a clear escape route.” She thought back to that night, how she’d had everything she thought she’d ever wanted in the palm of her hand… but… the guilt had somehow sink in. The worry and regret, “All I saw in the end was the tricky fox they always told me I was. I also thought what would have happened if my family finds out about me and they would be disappointed with my life as a criminal. All the thoughts had changed everything. So, I dropped the dolphin and left.”

Everyone but Wolf and Catalina were shocked, this wasn’t the legendary story they thought they knew.

“So…” she went on, “Instead of hurting people, I’m helping them. I’m still me, I’m just me on the right side.”

“Have you ever missed being a criminal?” Catalina asked.

“Sometimes,” Diane replied. “And maybe everyday.”

“Have you hurt someone?” Meilin asked. Diane paused as her ears went down, “Sorry if I ask you something like that,” Meilin said as she regretted it.

Diane smiled, “Don’t be. I did almost got that person to nearly fall from the tall building but I managed to save that person who turned out to be my cousin.”

“Does they know about it was you as the Crimson Paw?” Miriam asked.

“No,” Diane replied. “I actually thought that I was alone after my heist when I realised my cousin who’s a police officer was followed me, but that story would be another time because I need to get home for Mr Whiskers who is looking after Sophie McDonald.”

“Wait,” Catalina said. “Are those the tiny little crystals that actually part of the Zumpango Diamond for you to make them as your necklace and bracelet?”

Diane looked at her in shock, “How do you know?”

“My dad and his friend were once thieves and they knew all kind of the jewels, diamonds, gemstones, all kind of expensive stuff that live on from the olden days. So, I kinda researched more history about the greatest thieves of all time who stole stuff that was very interesting.” Catalina explained.

“You are very creative,” Wolf smiled. He had no idea that Diane’s necklace and bracelet can also be part of her Zumpango heist then just her ring.

Catalina sighed before looking up at Diane who was staring at her in shock… and something else? “Look, I understand that you’ve been there before you’ve made a choice to no longer be a thief, you’ve made a choice to become the governor of Los Angeles. But… but it wasn’t your choice to control everyone so they won’t make the same mistake you’ve done. Mr Wolf made a choice to choose a better because of you who somehow knows what he’s going through. A wolf and a fox aren’t so different because they have a same personality but depends on what they have that each other don’t know about.” Catalina then asked. “I mean, you two are a couple, right?”

Both Diane and Wolf looked at each other before their faces were revealing blushes. Snake and the other Bad Guys were smirking at that point while the other Panda Squad smiled as they tried to not giggle.

“Well,” Wolf breaking the awkward silence. “We’re just… friends?”

Catalina give Wolf a ‘oh really’ look on her face, then give Diane a ‘let’s see shall we’ look on her face. “Really? I thought the ship should be sailed by now.” She replied which caused Wolf to chuckled a bit.

And with that, Diane got up from the couch and head to the elevator followed by Wolf. “I’ll be back,” he told the others.

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After a long walk down the stairs, Wolf spoke up. “Man, what a day. I mean, it’s still young at day.”

Diane smiled sadly, “Yeah… Tell me about it.”

Despite feeling comfortable to each other, there was still unresolved issue. Not wanting to get things arkward again they finally spoke. “Listen I…” they both paused before spoke again, you go first. No, you go...” Both of them sighed, then spoke again. “On 3. 1, 2, 3…”

“I'm sorry for lashing out on you!” Wolf said.

“I'm sorry for jumping at conclusion!” Diane said.

Wolf and Diane looked at each other in confusion, “Huh?”

Before Diane could say a word, Wolf raised his hand to stop her, then pointed his finger at each other while speaking. “No wait, stop. Look as cute as this is, but let me talk first.” He took a deep breath to compose himself and then looked at her with eyes full of regret. “I'm sorry for yelling and... scaring you.”

Diane looked at him and spoke, “It’s okay…”

Wolf shook his head, “No, it's not okay. You didn't deserve that. You helped us so many times, when we struggled to become good guys even after we got released. And what did I do in return? Instead of gratitude, I lashed all of that anger at you like some viscious animal. And I scared you. I...I…”

Diane took his hand onto hers. “Wolf, it's okay. Yes I was scared, but I'm fine. Really.” Wolf didn't convinced. “And besides you were right. I am a hypocrite.”

“What?” Wolf asked, “I never said that.”

Diane looked away, “But you pointed that out during argument and honestly I can see it. Instead of listening and understanding your situation, I kept arguing and try to justify myself. I should be the one who apologised for not giving you a chance or believing you that you and the others changed. I guess that proves I still need to learn about friendship.” She turned her head towards him only seeing a confused look on his face. She sighed as she said, "Truth is.... I'm not good in socializing. Aside from you, I don't have any friends."

Wolf look at her, stupified as if she was an alien. “You're kidding.” Wolf said, “You kidding right?” But the look on Diane's face was proof enough, that she was serious. Though Wolf found it hard to believe. “I mean, Come on! You have got to be pulling my tail. When we first met, you talked with those guests and delegates at ease and you are always friendly towards everyone in public. You want me to believe that you have no social skills?”

“There is difference between socializing and social skills,” Diane explained. “Which in my case, you mentioned that acting is profesional. Always smile and wave, pretending while others do the same. But it's not like I'm not myself. I'm still me only on the right side, just this "same new me" is just as a loner as the old me. None of those people are my real friends.”

“What about Luggins?” Wolf asked, then Diane gave him a "really" question look on her face with a raised eyebrow. “Not that I'm big fan of her, but I thought guys get along.”

Diane sighed, “Our relationship is only professional, since she's technically my subordinate. Though, I think she's aware after spending too much with you.”

“What about your family before you left for college, then you graduate from University and became a thief?” Wolf asked, Diane didn’t say anything which made Wolf regret it for asking that question. “I'm sorry…”

“It's okay.” Diane said, “I still had my mother as well as my uncle and my cousin.”

Wolf was little nervous since this a touchy subject. But despite knowing she doesn't tell, he asked. “What happened to your father?”

Diane wanted to say, that she doesn't want to talk about what happened to her father and the rest of her family. But… but after everything that happened, she decided tell him a bit more about her, much to Wolf's surprise. “Me and my entire family used to live in a place where humans hunt sometimes foxes. Just for fun. Because they think we're worthless dirty creatures who don't deserve to live, and also we are predators that we would hunt chickens and rabbits. My father thought he would stopped the madness but was viciously attacked by dogs and he passed away few hours later. A week later, my grandparents and cousins were killed while trying to avenged my father one by one while me, my mother, my uncle and my cousin managed to escape.” She said in a small venom in her voice, then her anger turned into a sadness as she continued. “While I was in the new world around me with my mother, I felt like I lost everything. My father was everything to me because he was there for me, no matter what. And at age 9, it was harder for me to come a terms of my father’s death.” She then pulled away from Wolf and turned away before gazing at the sky as her ears went down. “Then one day after I stole few sweets and money, I decided… if the world was only gonna see me as dirty thief, then I'm gonna be one. After graduate, I became the Crimson Paw. For the longest time I was angry at the world, didn't trust anyone and giving them what they wanted as their punishment which is not death than just my cousin who is a police officer now. But that changed after I tried to steal the Golden Dolphin.” She then turned to Wolf, “And you know the rest.”

However, Wolf thought there was more, that she was actually letting out. He still remembers those words: ‘Instead of hurting people, I'm helping them.’ He then asked, “Was there anything else that made you turn good?”

“Well, there was something else.” Diane said, then she paused. “But it doesn't matter. I still screw things up, even as a governor. Because of my lack of better judgement, I trusted wrong person and you guys paid the price.”

“Hey, it wasn't your fault.” Wolf said, “He fooled us all.”

Diane shook her head, “But you suffered, because of me.” Her voice then sounded like she was about to cry. “And now I did it again. The reason why it was easier for me to give up of that old life, was because I had nothing left to lose.” She then took off her glasses off. “Until now. You are the only friend I have. After getting call from Officer Bob of your whereabouts, I guess I got scared that I might lose you. That's not an excuse for what I did though, I should know that you had good reason for what you were doing. But instead, I jump into conclusion like Luggins. Some friend I turn out to be.”

Wolf felt like that his heart was hurting just to see how upset she was in the inside. He walked up to her before taking her hand onto his, “Hey… stop it.” Wolf said which makes Diane looked at him. “Stop blaming yourself for everything. Look, no one's perfect and everybody makes mistakes. I also made mistakes and if my friends could forgive me back then, who says I can't forgive you too?”

Diane looked at surprised. “You still considering me as a friend? Even after...”

Wolf nodded. “Yes, we're still friends. You didn't give up on me or others, so we are not giving up on you. You are stuck with us governor, whenever you want to or not.” He said with cheeky smile and Diane couldn't be more grateful for that.

Without realizing she hugged him, “Thank you…” she mumbled.

Wolf was stunned, as he could feel his cheeks and ears are getting warmer. It felt... nice. He smiled a bit, but froze as felt his tail slowly but surely wag. To avoid futher embarassment he gently pulled away from her with nervous laugh, not noticing vixen's blush as well.

"You're welcome," he said trying to change the subject. Then he remembered something. "Also I think you shouldn't be worried about girls knowing your secret identity now that you told them. I mean they're pretty comfortable with us, I'm sure they wouldn’t tell others about you as the Crimson Paw.”

“I just don't know why I told them…” Diane mumbled.

Wolf smiled, “Because you knew they would figure it out sooner or later. Catalina somehow was the first to figure out quickly than her other friends. Besides some of them will soon call you a descendant of Robin Hood.”

Diane stopped talking after hearing of what Wolf just said. Then burst out of laughter by the absudity. “Robin Hood is an urban legend, he's not real. And even if he was real, wasn't he a human by the way?”

Wolf thought before replied, “That's what I said. Not the urban legend thing, but the human thing. And you know what Catalina said? She said that there is rumor of Robin Hood who was actually being a fox while some people also say that his ancestor was none other than Reynard the Fox.”

Diane couldn't stop laughing and Wolf joined as well. It was hilarious, but also sweet. “That girl Catalina, is special, isn't she?”

Wolf nodded. “Yeah, well... she is definitely unordinary.”

Diane smiled. “Though I didn't imagine you as father.”

Wolf eyes widened as Diane said the word ‘father’. “Say what now?” He asked.

“You and Catalina.” Diane explained. “You're unusual kind of father-daughter duo.”

Wolf chuckled nervously. “Wha-? No, it's not like that.”

Diane raised her eyebrow. “Really? Then how do you explain what you did for her back there?”

Wolf replied nervously. “I was, uh, just trying to make sure she's okay, like any person who sees a sad child. It was an instinct.”

“That is the actual definition of parent comforting their own child.” Diane pointed out.

“Diane, don't be ridiculous.” Wolf said. “I mean me, a father?”

“But I can tell that you are very fond of her.” Diane replied.

Wolf wanted denied, but then he stopped himself as he was realising that she has a good point. “Heh, I guess I am.” He sighed. “I mean, can you blame me? I never expected someone except you would stood up for me. A human girl, no less. And here she is, roasting chief only to protect me without second thoughts... without fear. It felt.... I don't even know. But I know it was definitely a good feeling.” He then looked at the sky as he continued talking. It makes me wonder, if things would turned out differently, if she was there that night year ago. Maybe we wouldn't end in jail, maybe we would stop Marmalade's plan sooner and.... maybe I wouldn't lost contol over my anger.” He said the last line in regret as his ears get droopy.

Diane placed her hand on Wolf’s arm. “Wolf, are you okay?”

Wolf looked at Diane and replied. “Sorry, today was a kind of emotional rollercoaster for me. The girls, the car chase, the chief, you, that nightmare…”

“Wait,” Diane interrupted. “What nightmare?”

Wolf looked at her and sighed before telling her what happened.

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The other Bad Guys and the Panda Squad were having a great time as they getting to know each other while Catalina writing something on her notebook since she and Meilin got in common with writing stuff on notebooks.

Tarantula chuckled, “You know what? This girl is the best.” She was talking about Abby when she told them that she was the dodgeball player and she almost outsmarted the boys who tried to mess with her and the other girls.

“Oh, yeah?” Snake asked and Tarantula nodded. “Well, then. I think I should give you, Abby, a Push Pop since you behaved yourself after that killer moment you put me through. And this is for real, since I kinda messed with the wrong person.” He then pulled a cherry flavoured Push Pop behind Abby's ear like magician. “Here you go.”

“Oooohhhhh!” Meilin, Miriam, Shark, Piranha and Tarantula said.

“You sure you’re serious?” Abby asked, wasn’t sure he was playing those prank again.

“Oh come on,” Snake said rolling his eyes. “I may not be a goody-shoes like you all, but I'm that not heartless. And besides, it's not the first time I get beaten over a push-pop.” He then looked at Shark who was smirking and chuckled.

Abby looked up at Shark, “Don’t worry.” Shark said while patting Abby’s hair. “Snake has been through a worse. But I must say, I'm impressed. You're a great fighter.” Abby smiled at him.

“Yeah, yeah.” Snake rolled his eyes. “Here, just take it. You pretty much deserved it.”

Abby smiled at the Push Pop before taking it from Snake. “Thank you, Mr Snake.”

Shark then burst out laughing. “Dude, you really got beaten by a child. That has to be the second embarrassing and hilarious moment ever for you now.”

Snake growled while rolling his eyes. “Please, just quit it.”

Catalina looked up with confusion, “What was the first?”

Tarantula chuckled, “You really don’t want to know.”

Shark then pulled out a camera and was about to head to elevator door.

“Mr Shark,” Miriam said. “Where are you going?”

Shark smirked, “Just going to check what Wolf and Diane are up.”

“With a camera?” Miriam asked.

“You never know what they are up,” Shark replied with a wink.

“Hmm,” Priya hummed. “That’s I wanna see.”

“Me too, me too!” Abby said, “Come on!”

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“Wolf, I had no idea.” Diane said after Wolf finished his story about his nightmare that he had last night.

Wolf sighed, “It doesn't matter. And probably wouldn't matter even back then. It doesn't change the fact that I lost control and almost hurt someone. I don't know what is happening to me or why, and it scares me.” Wolf looked at his reflection on the window as he spoke. “What if Chief is right? What if I am threat?”

Diane grabbed his face to made him look at he, “Diane?” He asked.

“Wolf,” Diane spoke. “Look at me and listen carefully. You are not a threat, and don't you dare even think you are, just because of you’re a species. Luggins is nothing but Mother Goose Blowhard to even has audacity says such thing.” Normally, Diane wouldn't trash-talk like that about people she's working with, but there are certain limits, that no one should cross with her. And the police chief wasn't an exception. “And don't forget, you are not alone. You have us, your friends by your side and we will figure this out together. Like you said to me, 'You are stuck with us, whenever you want to or not'.”

“Heh, touché.” Wolf said, not knowing that their tails were wagging a bit too close to each other until they hooked, looking almost like holding hands.

Both of them looked at their tails before staring at each other, realising how close they were as their noses were touching one another as the tails were still hooked which was causing them to even embrace their own. It reminded Wolf the only good thing from the night year ago; When he danced with Diane and how they got closer both physically and personal, this was similiar yet different. Even Diane felt it too. It was much deeper, more genuine.

CLICK! SNAP!

And the moment was gone as Wolf and Diane saw Shark taking picture of them with others smirking at the duo, while Panda Squad were gushing how cute they are.

Wolf and Diane pulled away from each other while blushing, “It's not like that!” They both said it at the same time, “We're just friends, not a couple!”

“Oh, come on!” Abby said, “Let the ship sailed like Titanic movie but with a happy ending! You’re so super cute and so in love!” Even the girls agreed with her.

“That’s what I’m going to say, chica!” Piranha replied while the others except Wolf and Diane laughed joyfully.

“You guys!” Wolf said, rolling his in annoyance. “You’re really not helping!”

Diane chuckled a bit before she replying, “I really should be off. Sophie really don’t want to stay a bit longer while looking after Mr Whiskers.” She then went to the car while the others waved at her but before she was about to start her engine, she rolled down her side window. She looked at Catalina before to Wolf. “You don’t mind you and Catalina come to my placed just to discuss about your job, do you?”

Wolf and Catalina looked at each other before Wolf looked at Diane smiled, “Sure. And I’m sorry that I didn’t come to the meeting…”

“Hey,” Diane smiled. “It doesn’t matter now, the important thing is that you and the others are safe.”

“Thanks for checking on us, Miss Foxington.” Catalina said.

Diane smiled, “It’s no problem.” Then she drove off, leaving the Bad Guys and the Panda Squad with the smiles on their faces.

But Wolf’s smile faded as he was feeling unsure about what Diane said; ‘You are not a threat, and don't you dare even think you are…’

He still felt like he was a threat…

(I think I should give everyone a little spoiler for next chapter, shall I?

Next chapter: Wolf having doubts about what happened today while the others were doing their own business, but Catalina seemed to notice is wrong with Wolf.

Any thoughts on the chapters so far?)

#the bad guys au #dreamworks the bad guys #the bad guys dreamworks #the bad guys #dreamworks #mr wolf #mr snake #mr shark #mr piranha #miss tarantula #diane foxington #disney #disney tangled #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #disney turning red #turning red mei lee #turning red #my story

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hey how's it going

do you personally believe anyone from the rtte gang has a guilt or saviour complex? (ive seen alot of people say that hiccup has a guilt complex but idk i think it can be applied to the rest of the gang as well?)

hey, love the whiplash of this ask lmao 💕 it’s been ok how are you?

firstly, i don’t think hiccup has a guilt complex. guilt complexes are where you constantly feel like you’ve done something wrong or are about to do something wrong. even in httyd1 hiccup was aware he wasn’t the standard viking but if he was worried about doing things wrong why was he constantly happy to do things that upset the entire village??? and the storyline was that actually he was exactly the kind of viking that was needed and everyone learned to accept him for him. he rarely consults other’s opinions on things he doesn’t seem particularly worried about doing things wrong. he’s often convinced he’s right or moral about things when others are unsure or uncomfortable in rtte. he often lets bad things happen to prove to the gang they’re not good enough.

who does have guilt complexes or makes a more compelling case? definitely the twins and snotlout. the twins deal with feeling like they’re doing everything wrong by accepting it, demanding they’re doing it all on purpose and snotlout does by hiding behind an ultra masculine persona. he’s perfect and he can’t fail, and it’s devastating to him if he does. i’d also maybe argue astrid and her need for everything to be perfect and correct is a part of a guilt complex. she’s so angry at herself when she fails to protect everyone. even fishlegs in rtte feels so guilty by not being able to save every dragon, even when hiccup doesn’t care and actively tells him not to. literally the entire rtte gang feels sooooo guilty for existing and being on the edge around princess outpost makes all of them worse lmao

regarding saviour complexes 100% astrid, and she puts it into being the best viking to save her entire way of life and everyone, and then the best girlfriend she can at great personal cost to herself. i don’t think it’s rlly a strong trait if any of the rest of the gang. hiccup does have a pathological need to save dragons, but other than the dragons going to the hidden world (which is silly imo) it’s mostly at the cost of others and not himself.

Hopefully that answered your question and let me know if you want me to talk more!!!!!!! Ily have a good day. also I realised afterwards you were specifically talking rtte which I think all applies anywya but I added in some specific rtte stuff and I think my other non-rtte points still stand lmao

#ask #anonymous

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stilemawillow · 2 years

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MTIJ | Ch.26 Anger Management Called, Not My Fault

|mtij masterlist|

pairing: levi ackerman x reader

word count: 9.7k

summary: a girl with a variety of hidden complexes has to live with a french asshole for nine months. easy? on the surface. problematic? definitely. romantic? not too much, or at least they’d make it a point to say so everytime when asked. the end? please, their dynamic isn’t as simple as that.

The majority knew that a decent story had a beginning, middle and end. And so it went through lots of stages that had a sturdy structure that could be easily distinguished. To this particular reader’s misfortune, I’d say “sike”. Because days and structure didn’t matter when it came to everyday lives – actions and events did. So upon the day of our return home, there was no event – just the foreshadowing for it I was too trained in the arts of picking up on stuff to miss.

“Home sweet home.” I stepped into the house with a smile that fell almost instantly the moment I noticed all the dust that had gathered everywhere. Cleaning, here I came. But before that, I was determined to get some rest in my own bed. I had a lot to think about and it had to happen before my mother came back from her business trip because I’d have to put my acting skills to the test while telling her about the vacation.

“Move,” Levi scolded while I glared, stepping to the side so he and my father could get through the front door with our bags. The raven glared back prior to following my father into the house after they took off their shoes. Not a good idea in my humble opinion when a single mop had not swiped across the floor for the past few days. I could almost imagine the sea of dust clinging to their socks.

“How many are left?” I called out as both males headed up the stairs. And when my father responded it was only my suitcase, I walked back to the garage with a roll of my eyes. Except it wasn’t only my suitcase – it was my suitcase, the bag of books I’d bought, my father’s suitcase and Levi’s backpack. I scowled and did all the mental preparation needed, trying to ignore the images of my muscles straining to my best ability. A Raven never gave a challenge the pass and I was a Raven. I just had to get everything inside in one trip since that was what my pride told me to do.

Easy-peasy. Not. I put on Levi’s backpack and it made my shoulders groan in despair. My right hand grabbed the books and the small leather suitcase and the left one handled my own luggage. The single trip didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore – my vertebrae’s resiliency was put to the test, along with my finger strength. I used my forehead to close the trunk which I’d never admit aloud if asked because it took me a few unsuccessful attempts before I realised I’d have to close the garage as well. I could go through the door leading to the kitchen, but I didn’t have the keys.

So I headed outside and when the sun blinded me I felt like I’d die mere feet from the front door of my own house, with all the unread books at my side, shaming me for betraying them. I gathered all my strength and concluded the faster I got this over with, the less sweat I would have to shed in the heat. Closing in on the front door, I overheard a conversation between my father and his intern but it felt like a faraway echo when my fingers felt like the joints in my fingers were popping with strain.

“---back?”

“Around nine.”

“Do you need the car?”

“No, I’ll take the bus.”

Then Levi exited too abruptly I had to take a step back and lost my footing over the pavement. I fell on my ass with a yelp and the books landed in my lap, painfully puncturing my thighs while my father’s case aimed to jab through my intestines. My suitcase almost slipped from my hold and I cursed but Levi didn’t even see it because he was in such a hurry he’d almost arrived at the bus stop around the time I nearly broke my ass because of him. It was in that position my father found me in upon standing at the doorstep. His brows rose in mild surprise and he blinked at me as I scowled.

“Can you help?” I asked pointedly, deeming myself entirely incapable of standing both because of the pain in my tailbone and the many pounds I had on my back that aided gravity in keeping me glued to the pavement. The dark-haired male scrutinised me shortly before humming in thought. I could almost feel the conclusion of this small-scale adventure.

“A Raven should always strive to win their battles on their own, (Y/N).” My father’s (e/c) gaze settled on my form darkly and I felt my jaw go slack. A normal person would think something like this: was he seriously not considering the fact I was in pain right now? And I would tell that normal person that he was considering it – in fact, he was perfectly aware of it, along with the fact that family pride was more important than anything in this world, including the pain and inconvenience of the earthly vessel.

“I’m your daughter!” I argued nonetheless, high-pitched indignant voice floating up from the ground upward to reach his high and mighty ears. He snorted confidently, conceited when it came to his parental role – a bit too much taking into account how he’d told me yesterday that he loved me for the first time in a few months and, if we didn’t count that one, a few years. A bit over three.

“That’s exactly why you should know I’d never raise a loser.” He retreated to the insides of the house after dropping the haughty statement at my feet and I was left outside to atone for the sins I didn’t know I’d committed. A groan left my lips as I let Levi’s backpack glue me to the ground fully. I was dying, I could swear on it. At least that would rid me of the emotional hell I was bound to experience. I considered lots of stuff when the sun was shining down on me in that moment of humiliation. Maybe I just had to lay here and wait for the intern to come back so he could help me get up.

Well, exaggerations, great as they might be when I decided to use them, didn’t always cross the threshold of reality. And pride was stronger than woe in all cases – so I forced myself up to my feet and went inside. And I would not elaborate in detail on how I managed that because it was humiliating and it took me about ten minutes – and I’d leave you to put two and two together. My first job after that was to renew the love I held for my laptop by forgetting everything else and indulging in it for the next six hours.

And in the course of the next few days, two of which I spent looking for establishments in need of employees with Annie, I formed an opinion – namely, that I had no right to judge how anybody spent their free time but the way Levi did was pissing me off. It should’ve brought me relief to not have him in the house constantly – and while it did, a great deal of suspicion came with it. Because he got up and went to work with my father and when my father got home, Levi would be a missing person till at least ten in the evening. That meant the only time our paths crossed was after the sun had set because I would certainly not endeavour to get up early in order to behold his bed hair and listen to his grumpy speech. Now, the curiosity on the topic of what he did – since he sure as hell did not put effort into telling me – was put on the back burner.

“The truth is, I’ve been keeping a secret from you.” It was two days later when Annie and I were walking down the street and I glanced at her nervously, expecting a certain kind of response. I acknowledged my best friend was brilliant – she had street and book smarts, and she had more smarts than anybody on Earth when it came to reading me. Of course, I’d known she’d guess something had happened – I just hadn’t known she’d be the one to give the specifics when I’d been the one to live them.

“That you made out with Ackerman on your birthday?” The inquiry was unaffected, unfazed and completely emotionless. And, unlike me, she knew exactly the kind of reaction she’d get – it was her favourite thing, I should admit in her stead, to mock me in such a way. And to think I’d, at one point in my life, considered I could keep secrets from her. How naïve.

“How the fuck! I never said anything,” I exclaimed in outrage, borderline offended by her perceptiveness, and she only shrugged. I was staring at her pointedly, waiting for an explanation. She couldn’t just blurt out she knew I’d kissed my father’s intern when I was having a hard time acknowledging it as reality until very late into the night the day before.

“I figured it would happen. You were on edge when I brought up the kissing topic three days ago. Also, you love freeing your armpits when it’s hot outside and I think the third strike today speaks for itself as to what I should see on your shoulders if you took off the T-shirt,” she explained calmly, making me snort as we walked down the street, passing all kinds of cafés and restaurants. I personally wanted to run into a random bookstore and become one with a dark corner inside but Annie had claimed the sun would do both of us good once in a while. I’d gone along with it but, unlike her, didn’t need to arm myself with a layer of sunscreen just to stroll around the city.

“Sharp as always, Ann,” I noted, not being able to form any words that would explain the situation. It was strange and sounded far from romantic or even good when summed up. Because we’d gone back to our room and I’d manipulated him into kissing me, he’d complied and the following morning we’d both pretended nothing out of the ordinary had eventuated. Like it was just a dream. Maybe I would gaslight myself into thinking it really was if it weren’t for the bites and purplish bruises I saw in the mirror whenever my shoulders were bare.

“So how did it happen this time around? And you better not tell me you were the initiator.” Annie’s tone was pointed but she was looking at me with understanding and acceptance, almost like she knew exactly who the initiator had been.

“I was. I asked him in a roundabout way,” I said with stiff shoulders. My fingers suddenly felt cold in the middle of summer. I felt like a cripple walking after years of physiotherapy – the soles of my feet in my sneakers were numb and my knees could probably give out without warning. If it happened, I’d pin it to a heat stroke.

“And he complied with full willingness?” She inquired, voice going up a notch in surprise as I nodded. She stared at me incredulously for a second before raising her brows questioningly. “And then?” She prompted once more, making my lips purse. Let’s just say it had been very hard to bite back a shriek the first time I’d looked at my bare torso in the mirror at home. Somebody might’ve thought I was getting skinned alive by a serial killer.

“And you were right about the T-shirt,” my hands pulled at its collar to show my shoulders and I glanced around to check for any bystanders that would enter the circle of the secret if they saw, “so those are there on both sides.” I sounded like I was constipated and I probably looked the role, too. My best friend’s wide gaze trailed over the two hickeys and the bite. She did the Maths in her head, concluded the other side would not be much different, then looked up at me. To add to her stupor, I tugged my collar down to show the two hickeys (goodness, I couldn’t even remember that well how he’d made them there) between my breasts, too. Annie, if not impressed, seemed moved by the sight. “We woke up the next morning, cuddling and all he said was ‘good morning’. I couldn’t say anything else since I didn’t want to appear weaker and freak out. We haven’t discussed it since. It was like it never happened.” It was a hurried explanation and she sighed, shaking her head at my antics. I showed her something she hadn’t expected but then again, it might’ve aided in showing Levi was an aggressor even when he was being gentle, but that was beside the point.

“I’m baffled at the fact you’re otherwise clever,” she droned with a deadpan as we turned into a narrow street, slowing our pace when I quirked a questioning brow at her. She snorted and got a hand through her hair, and when she glared abruptly, my eyes widened – I’d fucked up now. “Yes, otherwise, because you’re acting like a fucking idiot – actually, both of you!” It was loud enough for a nearby person to eye us weirdly in passing, but I had no time to shush her because I was too busy shrinking a size at her scowl. “Horny fucking idiots,” she emphasised, voice increasing reproachfully in volume as she castigated me publicly for having the self-restraint of a rabbit.

“Lower your voice, Ann,” I exclaimed in return while rooting my feet to the pavement. If we were going to gather looks, I thought it might’ve been better to stand still in order for our spectators to enjoy the show better – I wouldn’t make of us a moving attraction.

“You first,” she returned at a higher volume, making an old lady throw us a dirty look. Oh, only if she knew the topic of the argument – I could bet she’d faint after muttering a quick prayer to her lord and saviour Jesus Christ. Before I could glare with the fiery power of a thousand suns, Annie’s eyes left my visage and briefly widened at something over my shoulder. I immediately forgot our so-supposed argument, asking what she’d seen and beginning to turn around when her hand clasped down on my shoulder and kept me still. “Erwin and some friends of his who are staying at his place. Don’t turn around immediately.” Her words were slow, making my brows furrow. When I’d come back, I’d been given the news that my absence had been accompanied by not one but two dates for Annie and Mr Smith. Unfortunately, they were yet to become an item.

That sounds familiar. My eyes narrowed as I tried to recall why exactly that was in vain. It wouldn’t come to me. My memories were persistently trying to tell me something about a phone call but I could no longer remember the conversation itself – to the point I couldn’t even be sure if it had been connected to the matter at hand. However, it kept bugging me. Especially the part with them staying over. It’s suspicious how familiar that sounds. And it’s irritating I can’t remember anything.

“Let’s go and greet them then,” I piped with a small smile, grabbing the hand Annie had on my shoulder and leading her towards where her fearful gaze had been pointed. It was our favourite café, tucked away into the street in such a modest way it reminded of a bashful maiden. Hard to notice, but the chairs were comfortable and the waiters were efficient. It occurred to me I’d once brought my parents here – back when William had still been my father’s intern. I saw Mr Smith from afar – dressed in khaki pants and a white shirt – and he noticed our advancing figures surprisingly fast.

“Annie, (Y/N). I didn’t expect to see you here.” He smiled warmly once we’d reached his table and Annie nodded but I was the one who gave the excuse we’d just been strolling around. Except I wasn’t looking at my former teacher – my gaze was pinned on his companions, one of which was looking at me weirdly. When I smiled, he seemed to relax. The woman next to him was grinning at us. “I believe you haven’t been introduced yet, (Y/N). This is Mike, my cousin – and Hanji, his girlfriend.” Mr Smith gestured at the couple with a smile – and the phone call that had been bugging me revisited my memory. The mad woman who’d wished to keep a cow head in his fridge.

Hanji and her boyfriend, who can afford a vacation. Mike and the woman who wants to revolutionise the way we view cells. Hanji, as in… The same name Levi had used whilst calling himself my babysitter. It made too much sense and, if it weren’t a coincidence, the world was too fucking small. Hanji as in maybe Levi’s friend. Despite the realisation, my smile was flawless as I extended my hand for the new acquaintances to shake. Mike did it after a second of hesitance – I felt we looked at each other with enough recognition. Then Erwin’s smile widened just a bit as I turned to Hanji and grinned. I had to make no mistakes here.

“It’s nice to meet you. By the way, how did it go with the cow head?” My innocent question made my best friend’s eyebrows furrow in confusion while both blond males before me paled considerably in dread. Erwin muttered a barely audible “oh, no”, and then I felt the fingers enveloping my hand squeeze tightly – it redirected my gaze to the one of the woman. By the glint in her eyes, I realised I might’ve gone a bit too far with my question.

“I cannot tell you how happy I am that you’ve asked!” Instead of letting go after the handshake was done, she clasped my palm with both her hands and pulled me forward past the table with an excited grin. Then she turned to her boyfriend’s cousin like a kid asking permission from his mother. “Sit, sit, please. Erwin, they can sit with us, right? We won’t be long and time’s a relative concept anyway,” she reassured as her hands forced me into the seat next to hers. I kept smiling when Annie’s eyes flickered upward to something behind us. Then she glared.

“A relative concept you seem to be wasting for me, shitty-glasses.” The colour was drained from my face as I turned my head to observe the intruder. My heart leapt and my shoulders became rigid – Levi wasn’t even looking at me, too busy glaring at Hanji, who still held my hand. I was entirely constipated and, well, right in my assumptions – but the glee that should’ve resulted from that conclusion was yet to visit me.

“Why, shorty, you’re back from the bathroom already. Did you wash your hands at least twenty times?” Hanji’s amicable warmth was a surprising quality – and I almost gaped at the nickname (was he more opposed to asshole or shorty?) she had for him. Yes, Levi was short. But I’d always thought it would be like a stab to the back if I were to joke about it – not to mention when I was no better. However, he looked so used to receiving it from her that it was almost like she’d said his name instead. “Meet my new friend – this is (Y/N).” He didn’t look down, only said he already knew my name. The entirety of his demeanour was different. The impenetrable fortress was substituted by a complete lack of emotion. He was harsher and colder. Was this a performance? Or had it been the one he’d shown me? “You didn’t tell me you took a special course for seeing the future,” Hanji joked with a smile while I attempted to shake my hand from her hold for fear she’d feel my palm grow clammy. Here came the reveal. I did not wish to be present when it happened – and Annie could see it in the desperate gaze I aimed at her face.

“I’m afraid there’s no course like that, four-eyes. This is my boss’s daughter.” His explanation was curt and I bit down on my tongue at his choice of words – his boss’s daughter. He’d said the same when describing me to Hanji during our stay in the hotel, too. It was only appropriate. I’d told my friends he was my father’s intern. So I was his boss’s daughter. But I knew he wouldn’t dare use my name – not like he did otherwise – or my nickname in these people’s presence. I glared and Hanji was smiling excitedly.

“Rolland’s daughter you’ve been telling us about? She’s so cute!” For a second, judging by her tone, I imagined her attempting to pinch my cheeks. Thankfully, she didn’t. And when I noted, with a snort, that I was also right here, they finally became aware of not only my presence but my incredible hearing, too. It was then Levi’s glare dipped to clash with my eyes.

“Yes. And maybe you should move from my seat.” I remembered that voice. Indifferent, cold and somewhat arrogant. I was brought back to our first days together – after all that had transpired during the past week, too. My lips pursed, eyes narrowing as I kindly suggested he found another one instead. My glare matched his and the blue specks appeared (“Do not be mad at us, (Y/N)! Just count us and don’t be mad!”) but I was nowhere near moved by the closest thing to an emotional display he could show. If he wanted to act like this, I would act in the same way. An eye for an eye, fighting fire with fire and all those ever-so-nice things. “You do realise you’re imposing, I hope?” He inquired coldly, making my lips stretch into a strained smile. I’d humour his stupid ass and fight him publicly if that was what he wished for. After all, he was just my father’s intern – and I didn’t like him, not at all.

“I happened to be invited, thank you very much,” I said sweetly, making his brows knit in displeasure. He was about to say something when my former teacher decided it was high time to intervene by asking Levi to sit next to him with an uneasy smile. The raven snorted and complied reluctantly. I didn’t dare bathe in my victory because the whole display made me feel sick to my stomach and keeping it up was the last thing I wanted to do. It was then Annie came to sit next to me and Hanji sensed the fact we all needed a bit of distraction to ease the palpable tension in the air.

“Now, I can finally talk to you about my discovery.” Her brows eyes settled on my own and I gave her a smile, genuinely relieved I’d be listening to her instead of paying attention to my father’s intern.

I spent the next half an hour like that – Hanji spoke with genuine zest about her research and experiments, most of which were on a way too advanced level for me to grasp properly with only my basic knowledge from high school. Annie ordered herself a coffee and I drank half of it because she kept nudging it in my direction. And when Hanji trailed off into a specific niche concerning chemistry that somehow mingled with the courses she took, I caught Levi’s eyes visiting my face. They lingered at my collarbones and I liked to think, with spite, it was to check whether any evidence against him was properly hidden from his friends’ gazes. And when the brunette next to me swerved the topic away from biology, Annie cut in with a question the answer to which I was also curious to know.

“By the way, Hanji, how do you know Ackerman?” The blonde’s bluntness didn’t offend the woman, nor was it detected by the ebony-haired male it concerned, seeing as Erwin had indulged him in a conversation. Hanji’s eyes were at once downcast as she pondered something. Her smile faded briefly, which sparked suspicion in me – one didn’t need to know her long to realise not many things could make her smile falter since she was a naturally bright optimistic person.

“We met through a mutual friend back in high school. He has a foul mouth but his heart’s good, so we kept in touch. I think it’s been five years since Petra introduced us. And now that I see him here, I think Kuchel was right to force him to take a break. He’s doing so much better.” Annie and I exchanged looks at the mention of Petra’s name. Hanji didn’t notice the wordless conversation that went down between us before Annie took the lead and asked who Petra was. Hanji’s brows eyes met mine when she smiled sadly and I almost shuddered. The Petra Mystery had turned into a full-fledged wall separating me from Levi. “She was a classmate of Levi’s. The kindest girl you’d meet, if I have to be honest. She was so pure, selfless and sweet it could make your teeth rot. And she was so in love with Levi---“

“Shitty-glasses.” Levi’s sharp voice cut off the brunette’s speech and my eyes stared at her lips as though it would make the remainder of the sentence slip through. She was so in love with Levi what? What happened after that? Did he love her back? Why did they part ways? Why had Levi needed a break? The raven’s glare made my thoughts halt. “Why gave you the right to share things like that with outsiders?” The inquiry made my shoulders tense. Hanji only smiled sympathetically and waved her hand.

“Apologies for talking about my friend. I forgot.” My brows furrowed and, for some reason, his glare moved to my countenance. So did her sympathetic gaze. It seemed Levi wasn’t the only person she’d decided to pity today. “Well, if he wants to talk about it, he will. There’s nothing special to it.” She shrugged helplessly and my lips pursed – there was something special to it if he grew this defensive. But before I could say anything, my phone rang.

“Oh, shit,” I mumbled, standing and stepping away from the table with Levi’s eyes following my movements while I picked up. “Yes, mom? Now? Sure, I’ll get it done in an hour.” I sighed, hung up and leaned down to whisper in Annie’s ear. “I have to go. You can stay if you want to.” I pushed at her shoulder when she was about to get up, but she only shook her head and grasped my fingers gingerly. With that, I now had to announce we were leaving, so I turned to Hanji, Erwin and Mike with a smile, ignoring Levi all the while. “It was really nice to meet you two. See you around, Mr Smith.” They all smiled and waved as Annie and I headed out of the café. The raven didn’t do anything at all.

“So?” Annie prompted as we walked down the street and I kept nervously tugging on the collar of my shirt. I explained that my mother had wanted me to shop for dinner, which meant we could take the bus to the supermarket and she could wait for me outside. Annie only nodded and then, like most times, she happened to read my mind, too. “What do we think of Petra now? Still sure she’s his crush?” I snorted, staring at the tips of my sneakers like they would answer in my stead if I did it well enough.

“Ex sounds a bit more logical now. Because Hanji said she loved him – obviously, he loves her, too. And he needed some sort of break after something happened between them. A bit drastic to fly a thousand miles because of a break-up, but it’s not that unlikely.” Not that unlikely because Eren had done it, too – not because we broke up, but you get my point. I shrugged and scrunched my nose at the memory of the marks on my shoulders, then tugged at my collar again while Annie hummed next to me.

“What if they never broke up, though? If it’s just a normal break and the internship happened to coincide with it?” She asked when we arrived at the bus stop and I stared across the street in thought. It was an option. And while I didn’t pin him as a guy who’d cheat during a break under the guise of it being his duty, it didn’t concern me at all how he’d explain that to Petra or, on the contrary, hide it from her. I didn’t quite know what I felt on the topic – much less what he felt generally. That wasn’t a pleasant conclusion.

“Then he’ll be really happy to go back.” I shrugged and my voice was small and cool while Annie’s blue eyes narrowed at me in slight pity. I didn’t know why it was there and I didn’t address it. Twenty minutes later, we were in front of the supermarket a few blocks down from my house, I’d left the blonde outside and she’d immediately fished her phone from her pocket to text somebody. Meanwhile, I went inside and picked out what my mother had requested over the phone earlier. And when I arrived at the register, my favourite cashier’s crooked smile greeted me.

“It’s you again,” he said, making me snort with a small smile of my own. I was certainly in the mood for a distraction and he could help me with that for the time being. As previously mentioned, he was attractive enough. The attitude that reminded me of William was the only thing preventing me from being more open to his flirtation. I was lost as to how I was supposed to flirt back, but that was beside the point.

“Stole the words from my mouth,” I returned while he scanned my purchases and helped me with the bag like last time, letting me take a breather as my mind finally put Levi in the back and dealt with something else instead. And right now, “something else” looked like he was in the mood to abandon his duties as an employee in order to indulge me in a conversation.

“I believe I still don’t have your name.” The mention of that made me immediately glance down at his name tag to atone for the fact I hadn’t done it the past few times. Adam Rivers – average, but good. Not exotic like Levi or unique like Eren, but normal. Normal was a beginning – a good beginning, at that, taking into account it was exactly what Annie thought would do me some good and few complications.

“It’s (Y/N).” I held out my hand, realising today was obviously a day for introductions. Adam shook it with a grin and put the last of my purchases in the bag. I waited for the price patiently and when he gave it, I dug around my wallet for money.

“Your name’s pretty. I’m Adam.” The compliment made me snort. I’d never understood how a name could be “pretty”. Nonetheless, it was probably his trademark line when it came to girls he wanted to hit on.

“And I can read,” I sassed with a hint of a smirk while hanging him a few banknotes and waiting for the change. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry and while I didn’t mind that, the old lady behind me was obviously annoyed. Two teenagers flirting right in front of her purchases – what an outrageous sight. Maybe it would make her cabbage shrivel.

“You also seem to be on a budget,” Adam noted whilst handing me my change. His fingers brushed against my palm, but the sparks weren’t there. The realisation provoked no reaction in me – this wasn’t a movie, after all. Sparks never came in the physical sense of the word. Same went for butterflies. I ignored asshole-me’s retort (How come both were there when you were smooching your father’s taken intern? Unavailability and duty do the trick for you?) and concluded that, maybe, just maybe, if I gave this a chance, the metaphorical sparks might come. So I responded I was looking for a part-time job and the old lady behind me glared impatiently. “We have a free spot.” He began scanning her items after gracing her with a bright smile and a sweet “good afternoon”. I stood to the side next to him, unsure whether to leave or wait for him to finish his work with the old lady who made it a point to regard me with a dirty look, which I refrained from returning for fear she might call the police on me. Worst case scenario – she was a former MMA fighter and she’d deal with me herself.

“As a cashier, you mean?” I asked finally, making him glance at me with a smile that was nowhere near being flirtatious. I didn’t hate the sight of it, not at all. Actually, scratch that – I found it quite pleasant to look at.

“No, you’ll clean up when we close and load and arrange the shelves. That sound good?” He cocked an eyebrow at me before turning back to his client and stating the total of the old lady’s price, who only grumbled in return before handing him a few crinkled dollars and glaring in outrage when I stated it sounded fucking perfect. Adam licked his lips and bid her goodbye before meeting my gaze. “If you’re free tomorrow around noon, come by and I’ll get you a quick interview with the boss,” he suggested kindly, making my eyes narrow in doubt. He was being too generous and I hoped it wasn’t because he thought it would land him a date. I was busy overthinking some stuff and worrying about others, so I still had very little motivation to date.

“You’ll really do it? No ulterior motives?” I questioned with raised brows as he shrugged. The line was empty and he brushed back the few black strands of hair that had slipped out of his bun before giving me a knowing look and a crooked smile. He seemed to be mocking me for thinking poorly of his intentions.

“Sure, I’m not all about hitting on you constantly,” he admitted nonchalantly, making me hum with a sarcastic smile. I tried not to pay attention to the mild onset of nervousness at the frank confession regarding his flirting. And when I haughtily noted I was positively surprised, he held out his hand with the same crooked smile. I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t think about it hard and long if he were to ask me out with that kind of smile. “Is it a deal?” I shook his hand to seal the deal.

“See you tomorrow,” I said with my back turned to him, leaving the supermarket with my bag of purchases only to find Annie hadn’t moved an inch from her spot next to the automatic doors. She glanced up from her phone and my lips stretched in a wondrous smile. I was not yet entirely capable of processing exactly what had just transpired. “I think I got myself a job,” I blurted out flatly, making my best friend gape in disbelief.

“Excuse me? You really like being gone for five minutes and coming back with shit like this, you know?” She sounded borderline offended and I only huffed, saying it happened and smiling sympathetically at her when she stared at me as though truly tired of life. I was determined once more and I’d found myself a distraction that would also pay money, which meant there was no way in hell I’d be late for the interview the next day. It was a Saturday and the usual raps had not woken me from my slumber – I got up all on my own at ten a.m. sharp, immediately showered and spent an hour pondering what clothes to put on that would be casual yet presentable. This wouldn’t be an official interview, so I needn’t be overly formal. With that in mind, I skipped down the stairs at eleven thirty and put on my shoes.

“Where are you going?” Levi’s voice made my hand falter the moment it was about to come in contact with the door handle. I froze and my lips pursed as I turned to face the raven sitting at the kitchen counter, working even on the weekend. And to his question, I was determined to answer with the needed amount of politeness and curtness to let him know I didn’t approve of his behaviour as of late.

“Supermarket,” I stated bluntly, concluding that he didn’t need to make eye contact with me to hear me speak. He was writing on the papers neatly laid in front of him when his lips parted and he spoke – capable of multitasking unlike the majority of men who could only do one thing at a time.

“The fridge is full.” Came the flat retort, making my eyes narrow. It was annoying to hear him pretend to care where I went and return to his babysitter position after a few days of completely ignoring my very existence. My brows knitted and an internal conflict ensued in my head – my impulsivity told me to raise my voice at him and get angry, my asshole side claimed I should shame him into speechlessness by responding in a princess-y manner and my cold hatred overruled both when I droned I wouldn’t be shopping with a voice closely mirroring his own. “And you’re going out like that?” His eyes had not once glanced at me, but his words made me realise two things: first, he had to have looked to know how I was dressed and second, I had truly forgotten the most important article of clothing I had to put on.

“Shit, thanks for reminding me,” I mumbled nonchalantly, hastening to grab the flannel I’d put on the hanger earlier and slipping into it so it could cover the marks my top couldn’t. Once that was done, I looked down and estimated nothing inappropriate was visible with a satisfied huff. “Perfect. Bye, asshole.” I’d gone back to normal for a second, but I gave him no time to comment further and he didn’t chase after me so I guessed this was done for the time being. I wondered why all he did these days was quarrel with me over insignificant matters, but seeing as I wouldn’t sit down and discuss it with him calmly, I chased the thought away and paced towards the supermarket.

Two hours later, I left through the automatic sliding doors with Adam on my left and an overjoyed grin nearly splitting my face in two. And when the sun hit my face, I verbally exulted over the fact I’d been hired – the black-haired male at my side only smiled, still dressed in his work uniform. I couldn’t quite believe it – I’d gone in, smiled constantly, answered each question aimed at me in a polite formal manner and voiced my interest in the job whilst sneaking in the smallest of comments on the topic of my disinterest with the generosity of the payment I’d get in return.

And just like that, the boss had smiled at me and presented me with the documents, which I read thoroughly, adhering to my uncle’s guidance when it came to reading the small font with utmost care. My signature had appeared at the bottom of the paper after I’d made sure there was nothing shady about the whole ordeal and I’d shaken hands with my new boss consequently to putting down the pen. Both of us had worn satisfied smiles as he requested my presence at 7 a.m. on Monday.

“Do you want to celebrate?” Adam inquired, making me quirk a brow at the suggestion. I did feel like rewarding myself for my success. My first job interview had passed without a hitch – I’d gloat about that on Thanksgiving when George tried to pick a fight over who’d accomplished what in the summer.

“I thought you were on a break,” I noted with confusion, making him snort. I assumed this was his lunch break, but I could’ve been wrong. His boss could’ve always released him from his duties for the rest of the day, seeing as he’d secured the supermarket a new employee with nothing but his charms. Either way, if he had free time, I found myself thinking I had nothing against getting a drink with him somewhere.

“My shift ends at noon on weekends. If you wait for me to change, we can go to my favourite spot,” he suggested casually, making my nose scrunch up in mild mockery as I nodded.

“Okay. But if you say this is a date, I’ll punch you,” I warned, joking only halfway. He chuckled at my threat and headed back inside with a sarcastic “roger that, captain”. I only had time to send Annie a short text about my success before he returned, beaming at me like a little kid. I smiled and he led the way to the closest coffee shop down the street – almost like he’d read my thoughts because I’d been too preoccupied in the morning to drink a cup and too hyper in the night to sleep properly. Less than ten minutes later, our orders were served to us at the small table outside the shop we’d sat at. He lit a cigarette and I decided to break the ice. “Seeing as you’ll risk violating HR policy by hitting on me at work, I think you should tell me some about yourself.” The taunt made him hum in fake thoughtfulness.

“My name’s Adam Rivers, I’m turning twenty in a month and I’ll be a second-year Industrial Engineering student at the Philadelphia Community College. I have a younger brother who’s head over heels with his tutor, my dad’s a surgeon, my mom’s strict and I like the colour red. I’ve worked as a cashier for three years now and I’m currently interested in a girl I’ve been seeing around.” His blue eyes were pinned to me when he said the last part, which made my lips curl into a smile despite the fact I tried to keep a neutral face. I took a sip from my coffee with a hum.

“Sounds like a nice normal life to me,” I commented, processing the information – we’d be colleagues both at the supermarket and at college. It was a coincidence, but also not entirely – it was logical, too. My eyes trailed over his silhouette – the broad shoulders, the crooked smile, the strong jawline – and I realised I had little to nothing at all against seeing more of him in my daily life. My current routine was just a bit aggravating as it was either way. He tore me from that line of thought by saying it was my turn now. I cleared my throat and smiled. “My name is (Y/N) Raven, I turned eighteen last week and I’ll be a first-year Creative Writing student at the Philadelphia Community College this October. I was just employed at the local supermarket and have been fresh out of a five-year relationship since June.” He shrunk a size at the closing statement.

“Again, sorry about that,” he uttered with an apologetic smile, long fingers trailing over the rim of his cup as I chuckled. It didn’t hurt to say it – not as much as I’d expected either way. It was a fact I needed to accept – and I had. Moving on – now that was where the issue lay.

“Don’t apologise like you were the one who called him and told him to dump me,” I joked with a smile, but once my mind had left the limitation of straightforward emotionless facts, Eren’s face couldn’t help but harry my serene thoughts. My eyes narrowed at the vision that wasn’t and wouldn’t – probably forever – be there. Except there was this other thing, too – these days I felt like Eren wasn’t the only person who’d left me or was, in this particular case, in the process of leaving. The notion made my fingers withdraw from my coffee, seeking solace instead around the silver keeping my left ring finger captive. They spun it around softly – and my lips pursed.

“That much is true,” Adam admitted with a sigh. “Give me more information then. Trivial things.” His request made me snort but my hold on the engagement ring didn’t disappear – it tightened, like the band would disappear if I were to let go of it. It might’ve been better if I let it. But if I let it what would be left? It would be lonely without the ring. It would be lonely in December.

“I love coffee, my favourite colour is (f/c), I have a weird family made of workaholics and, for at least five years, I’ve wanted a bookshelf I never find it in myself to buy.” I didn’t let my speech betray my thoughts. One was confident and cheerful, the latter contrasted with its despondency. The Petra Mystery was on my mind. Tangled in the middle of it stood the word “love”. What did it mean? Why hadn’t it worked the way it should’ve for Levi and Petra? Why was he here exactly? And most importantly, why was he acting like an actual statue after showing that he wasn’t one? The littlest of mentions on a topic still unclear to me triggered a confusing amount of repressed spite in him, to the point it seemed unreasonable. Did I want to make sense of it? Of course, that was the detective in me. Or so I liked to think.

“Virgin?” The one-word inquiry snapped me out of my thoughts. There was that twinkle in Adam’s eyes – the same one I’d seen the first time we’d taken active notice of each other, the one that had reminded me of William. I smirked and kept twirling the ring around my finger in deep thought; my acting skills came to my aid unfailingly – at all times when I dealt with people whose name wasn’t Annie Leonheardt.

“Confidential,” I chirped with a smile, making the male across from me hum like he could see past the nonchalant behaviour. I was determined to believe it was nothing but a bluff, seeing as he would swivel and run if he truly did. With a knowing look, he concluded that I was a virgin, to which I only shrugged my shoulders and gave him an innocent smile. “Who knows?” The ring had started burning and with it, the thought of Levi never once calling me “princess” again – not in the way I liked at least.

“You’re back.” It was the first thing I heard the same evening, around seven p.m., upon opening the front door and kicking off my shoes. My gaze was at once met with Levi’s form, pathetically hunched over the papers on the counter still. The arrows of the clock had spun a considerable amount but it was like time hadn’t moved for him at all – he maintained the position I’d last seen him in before noon. The one difference was the messiness of his hair. And maybe, if he graced me with the honour of looking up, I’d see that his eyes had gone bloodshot from reading papers all day long. In spite of that speculation, my lips pursed as I tried my best not to regard him with pity.

“And you’re still here,” I returned in the same cold manner whilst shrugging the flannel off my shoulders and letting the bite marks flash in the fluorescent light. The raven’s eyes were yet to leave the papers. I didn’t think he’d spare me half a glance. Further yet – I couldn’t even hope for it. And before asshole-me could stab a comment in my side on the topic of hope, he spoke.

“I have work today.” His tone was flat and cold, and he sounded like he spoke against his will, like somebody had forced him to do it. Each utterance left his mouth with utmost reluctance. He didn’t want to waste his voice and his words on me and I was tired of his behaviour, to the point I was ready to renounce my mid-April conclusion that he wasn’t, after all, sent here from Jesus himself to seed ruin amongst my perfect life.

“I got myself a job,” I snorted and he didn’t even bother huffing at the news. This conversation would end soon. Maybe when neither had anything passive-aggressive to say anymore – or at least nothing that would limit itself to mere politeness whilst entirely avoiding the personas we’d so nicely accustomed ourselves to prior to this… whatever this was he’d decided to start. He would’ve been the first to know either way. But in a world where things were normal – not nice, just normal – he would’ve gotten up and mocked me for it, ruffled my hair, pretended to be very cold and not managed at all whilst saying (“Congratulations, princess. You’re finally a proper citizen.”) something that would’ve made me glare half-heartedly. I could picture it. I could picture the blue specks beaming at me. I could picture the warmth of his palm. I could picture his tone, flat in the beginning and warming up by the end. And if the world was nice, not just normal, maybe I could also picture the brief peck that would’ve been laid on my forehead. Why I pictured that, I didn’t quite know. It was a useless strain of imagination.

“You didn’t tell me you were at the supermarket for an interview.” And just like that, the small colourful fantasy fell apart under the oblivious flat quality of his cold timbre. This felt like the most realistic nightmare ever. I wished to be delusional enough to convince myself I was still asleep – and maybe a big enough push would let me wake up and the Mahogany Heaven’s ceiling would wait for me then, with the whole room bathed in sunlight. Maybe Levi’s arm would be wrapped around me, too. I didn’t think I could ever become that delusional.

It’s not about being delusional, though. You want that. Asshole-me interjected, making my jaw clench. You claim you don’t care if he cares – but you care if he acts like this. You get angry at him for saying he kissed you out of duty and you promised Annie you wouldn’t let it happen again – but don’t think I can’t hear you chanting for some popcorn every once in a while. You want this to be a nightmare. You want him back – your Levi back. And you’re so fucking naïve for wanting back something you never had in the first place. My lips pursed at her monologue. She wasn’t right. She wasn’t right because something like “my” Levi didn’t exist. Why, you’re the one who disagrees. It’s the one who calls you princess and mocks you, and makes you coffee and smirks sometimes, and has the prettiest eyes you’ve seen. This here is him, by the way. And he’s not yours. And I’d have to get used to that.

“Maybe because I didn’t want to,” I snapped coldly, withholding a meaner retort for fear of becoming as big a prick as he was being. The raven seemed to snap as well. Some switch probably went off in his head, telling him to go from cold to so angry the gelidity oozed the illusion of heat. His head whipped so he could face me and though he glared into my eyes, his hues seemed to dip a bit lower right after.

“You’re acting like a princess,” he declared coldly as I gritted my teeth and my brows furrowed in spite. I was tired of having to handle him like this without even knowing the reason for it. I was tired of being either ignored or regarded with reproach. I almost wished for him to give me an excuse – the smallest of “I hate you” would be more effective than the constant glaring and the feeling of talking to a wall every time we happened to occupy the same room.

“And you’re acting like an asshole.” My voice didn’t tremble or crack despite the fact I felt a jab of offence. I wouldn’t show him that. I would draw the line here – no more of the vulnerable princess in need of a hug or reassurance. I would get angry and stand my ground and I wouldn’t give a flying fuck about his feelings because he purposefully went out of his way to show he had none. His eyes were burning a hole in my throat when I realised my left hand had moved on its own during the argument. My fingers were clutching the small silver crown and the urge to rip it away from my neck was immense, but my body kept disobeying the silent order. It wouldn’t comply because the jewellery grounded me, but the digits clinging to it were shaking and Levi could see that.

“This is all shitty-glasses’s fault.” It was a breathless accusation filled with exhaustion and defeat, aimed at somebody who wasn’t present or truly involved. It made me so angry I snapped, because he made it sound like everybody but him was to blame for the things he chose to do and say. Like I was to blame for having vocal cords and like Hanji was to blame for having good intentions. He was the only innocent one – in his head.

“Because she spoke about Petra? Like I did back in May and made you snap? This isn’t only about that – you started it the moment we came back from the hotel. And not being over your ex doesn’t in any way justify being an asshole to anybody who mentions her.” I raised my voice and glared at him. Contrary to rendering him speechless, I called forth an emotion I hadn’t seen in him in a while – maybe ever. His hands slammed down on the marble counter and he rose from his seat with a clenched jaw. The abruptness of the violent action made me flinch.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that when you don’t know anything about her.” I never knew a growl so guttural could leave a human being, not to mention a being I’d hardly ever heard get angry. I’d crossed some kind of line, I realised as the crease between my brows deepened, but I couldn’t go back now. I was sinking but so be it – a captain always went with their ship. In this case, the ship was getting through that thick skull of Levi’s.

“Well, how about you tell me then?” I prompted sharply, sensing fury melt into frustration the closer he stepped to me. I forced my fingers off the necklace and stayed unwavering under his scrutiny. I waited for his words. He wouldn’t tell the full truth – none of it, actually – and I knew that. I just wanted to know why.

“It’s not as simple as that,” he responded, predictably enough. The unpredictable part was how he shook his head, as though to chase something from it – and how he sighed ever so shakily, like words were pushing at his mouth but he refused to let them out. I stepped back in order to put some distance between us and stared at him with spiteful abhorrence. By his expression, I could tell this was the first time he’d seen me look at him like that. In that case, he’d have to get used to it, too, because I was sure he could make things simple if he wished to.

“Why is that? Because I’m not her and I won’t understand you as well as she does? Because I’m a dumb child who’s not entitled to an explanation? Why?” My voice was steady and strong, and it seemed to put holes in his reasonings better than I’d expected. I stared at him coldly, and then, just to test my resolve, the stupid universe let me glimpse past the unreasonable anger and there he was – the one asshole-me called “my” Levi. The one with the prettiest softest eyes that looked helpless. The one with the warmest fingers that were held out towards me, reaching almost pleadingly so. This was the Levi who’d pat my head and tell me everything was fine when it wasn’t. The one who’d say he hadn’t meant any of it, the one who’d make me coffee to reconcile, the one who’d never apologise because he was too proud – but he’d wait for me to come around.

“Because you won’t like it.” The flatness cracked at the end. I stood my ground, turning away from the blue specks with pursed lips and clenched fists. My lids shut tightly and I didn’t give him time to reach out – I was running up the stairs before he could say anything else. I sat on my bed and breathed deeply, telling myself everything was fine. Everything was going to be fine, nothing was wrong. Everything was fine. Only, if he’d been the one to say it, I would’ve been times more willing to believe it.

tag list: @unloved-cadillac ; @donaldthrts

#mtij #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman imagine #levi ackerman fanfiction #snk x reader #reader insert #x reader #sooooo there's spice in here #i love spice #also drama #and if you think asshole-me's being a bitch now... just wait lol #u kno... both of them don't deserve the miscommunication they give each other #unfortunate for both of them i created this plot for the sole purpose of them being dumbasses #who cannot talk openly to each other to save their lives #either way enjoy

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Stray Kids || You Have Nerdy Interests [Request]

A/N: I hope that turning this into a reaction is okay for you cutie

CHAN:

Normally you weren't the type to blurt out that someone was wrong about something but it was really starting to annoy you that a boy in the line to the cinema was getting a bunch of things wrong about the MCU.

"Actually if you want to watch them in the correct order you have to start with Captain America and then captain marvel." The boy slowly turned to face you and Chan smirked at the side of you, he was hidden under a hat and mask so he was free to watch this unfold. He knew how enthusiastic you were about things like this and hearing someone say something wrong always bothered you though, he'd never seen you confront someone about it.

"What do you know? You're just a girl...Probably only here to impress your dumb boyfriend," Blinking at the boy in front of you, you smiled before making your voice higher in pitch and began twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

"Ugh, you're totally right! I spend so much money on merchandise and tickets just because my boyfriend enjoys it. I've watched the movies over and over again just to impress people," You scoffed at him before rolling your eyes and looking at Chan who was doing his best to hold back his laughter.

"Whatever, it's not as if you know every line of the movies, or name all of the side characters," Another gatekeeping dude who thought you had to know everything about a single movie or show just to enjoy it.

"Watch as the fake nerd girl walks away because she was challenged," Chan gave you a warning look to ignore him so the two of you began to move to another line,

"Don't walk away-" The boy's hand was on your wrist and within seconds, without thinking about it you turned and punched him in the nose.

"Shit." You hissed as you began shaking your hand in pain, Chan rushed to you to take a look.

"Did anyone see that?! She fucking hit me! Call security-"

"Yes! Call security, let them know how you just verbally assault my girlfriend and then tried to touch her without her permission!" Chan yelled out making him back down and walk back to his friends who were all standing and trying not to laugh at him.

"Let's go home, I don't wanna watch this tonight." You mumbled as you pulled at Chan's arm.

MINHO:

There was a running joke between you and your friends that you seemed to love fictional characters more than you love real people. The jokes weren't harsh and they didn't hurt you until one day you realised that one of your friends meant it. Four of you were out to dinner, You, Minho, Jennifer and her boyfriend who she was trying to impress. It was fine that she was doing that until she turned it onto you,

"Y/n loves all that nerdy stuff. It's funny though," You could already sense where it was going to go and you weren't ready for it.

"What is?" Her date questioned as he looked at you and then to Minho who was frowning in confusion.

"She loves fictional characters way more than she loves real people. Honestly, I don't think she has a real heart. No offense babe," She told you as she poked your cheek softly, you felt the pit in your stomach sink as Minho stared at you confused.

"What do you mean?" Minho questioned putting down the fork he was eating with,

"You would no, she never does skinship with you, she doesn't tell you she loves you and yet one fictional character dies and she's sobbing for days," Swallowing the lump in your throat you tried to excuse yourself but Minho wasn't going to let someone talk about you like that.

"I'll have you know that my girlfriend is one of the most loving people I know. She may not show it to you but I'm pretty sure I know why if this is how you treat your friends," He scoffed, throwing money down onto the table for your meals.

"Y/n is just hyper focused on characters in movies and TV shows. It's easier for her to admit she cares for fictional characters than real people but she is perfect." He grabbed your hand and began walking out of the cafe, smiling to himself as you thanked him for standing up for you.

CHANGBIN: (I don’t know how to play D&D so I hope that this is okay)

When the boys had agreed to a game night they had no idea that they were going to learn how to play Dungeons and dragons. It had almost been a four-hour game and they had no idea they were going to be playing for this long. Jeongin and Felix seemed to be enjoying it a lot and you were glad you had some friends you could begin to play this with more. You were playing as the dungeon master so you could explain all of the rules to them as the game went along.

"You find yourselves face to face with two hulking orges," You looked at Jeongin who was already staring at you with anticipation, you'd been creating voices for all of the monsters they'd encountered in the game,

"What are you doing in our dungeon? You shall die!" You yelled out in a thick deep voice,

"What do you do?"

"I draw my broadsword," Felix said excitedly as he bounced up and down on the floor,

"I drink my potion." Chan said as he pretended to heal his character,

"I ready quarterstaff," Jeongin answered, turning to Changbin who was the only other one alive you waited,

"I say we attack the big one," He smirked as he kissed your lips softly,

"You need a sixteen to win," You told them as you began shaking the die in your hand, looking at them all as they leaned forward in anticipation.

"16!" Jeongin screamed out jumping up and down as they all completed the game together making you giggle. Changbin grabbed you and kissed you roughly to celebrate,

"Can we play again next weekend?" He questioned as he looked at you, you nodded softly and laughed as he got up to help clean everything up.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin had been wanting to spend more time with you and getting to know your hobbies and some of the things you liked to do.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You can back out." You told him as you sat down on the sofa with him in the dorms, it was his day off and the dorms were empty so the pair of you made snacks and got everything ready to binge-watch Dr Who together.

"I've been waiting all week, I really want to watch it." He mumbled as he took you under his arm and pulled a blanket over you both. The two of you had collectively decided not to start with the old versions but with the Christopher Eccleston episodes.

"I'll finally get to see why you love David and Matt's doctor so much," You felt your cheeks heat up at the mention of it and Hyunjin laughed softly.

"You're cute baby, I can't wait...We can have something to bond together with." He whispered as he kissed your cheek softly, hushing you when the show began.

JISUNG:

From the moment you had entered the comic con hall Jisung's mouth hadn't closed, he was so amazed by everything going on. Everyone was dressed up as something he knew and even if he didn't know the character he was still astonished by it.

"Baby! Why have you never bought me before?!" He yelled as you walked through the hall and towards one of the anime stands, they were selling manga comics all signed editions and you wanted to get one of your favourites.

"I never thought you would be into it," You laughed awkwardly as he shook his head,

"Can we come again next year? We can dress up!" He yelled out excitedly as he pulled your hand, trying to make you look over at cosplayers in the corner that were dressed up as Star Wars characters. A huge smile spread over your cheeks as you realised just how much he was enjoying being there with you, you were glad he wasn't going to be bored throughout the day.

"Next year we'll have to find a couples cosplay, I want to be with you all day." He smiled as he turned to face what you were looking at, gasping out as he saw all of the signatures on the comics and mangas. It was safe to say that day was going to be one of the best experiences of his life, he seemed to happy and excited about everything he could see.

FELIX:

Normally it was you that had to get Felix off the PC late into the night but this time it was the other way around.

"Babe, do you have any idea what the time is?" You were so focused on the dungeon you were in you hadn't even heard him coming into the room. That and the discord server you were currently in with the other players were all screaming at one another in your headset, it was hard to hear anything other than the yells of them.

"Look! I will heal you when I get there! Chill!" You said back to them as you began defeating one of the trolls, going over to a friend and healing him.

"Baby?" Felix watched the screen as you began killing horde's that were trying to randomly attack you when they weren't supposed to be in the dungeon in the first place.

"On your left." You called out right before being killed by a rouge horde, you let out a yell of anger before laying your head down on the desk. You and your team had been trying to defeat the dungeon for hours and it was starting to annoy you.

"Let me try," Felix said as he pulled a chair up beside you and began trying to get through it, you watched him closely. Felix had seen you playing it so much he knew what to do and where he had to go.

"You did it?!" You questioned surprisingly as you saw the game was completed and everyone was getting the items that they needed.

"Now. Bed." He smirked as you logged offline.

SEUNGMIN: (I can’t watch nor read any of the films/books because I have a bad experience associated with them, hope this is okay though hunny)

It was rare that Seungmin would have enough free time to do something like reading a huge book series so he asked you to read the books to him. He knew how much you loved the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit books and he wanted to enjoy them with you. That was how the late-night reading sessions started with you both, even when he was away on tour. He would facetime you so that you could read a chapter or three to him each night before he went to bed. Seungmin enjoyed the way your voice soothed him and he was in love with the entire plot of the books, feeling gripped by every word you read out to him.

"That's it?!" He yelled out one night as he sat up almost hitting his head on the top bunk,

"What's it?" Changbin grumbled from the bed across from you both, you giggled telling Seungmin to be quiet.

"That's how it ends?!" You laughed as he stared at you with wide eyes, wanting more answers to what was happening in the books and what could potentially happen in them.

"Now you've read them we can watch the movies," You told him as you laid down in the bed, Seungmin was still sitting up.

"We should go and watch them now, I want to relive it all." He mumbled as he tried to get you to sit back up but your eyes were already closed. Too tired to move.

"Seungmin...It's 2 am...Sleep, we can watch them tomorrow." You mumbled as you tried to sleep, Seungmin opened his mouth to speak again when Changbin launched a pillow at him.

"Sleep." The older boy grumbled into his pillow.

JEONGIN:

Almost all of your boxes were unpacked in the new home you were sharing with Jeongin, the two of you had decided to move in together so you could spend more time with one another.

"What's this?" You turned to look at Jeongin who was going through your cosplay box, he pulled out one of your earliest pieces which was the dress that Princess Serenity wore in Sailor moon.

"My cosplay gear...You remember I told you-"

"No, you told me you enjoyed going to comic con...you never told me you dressed up." Jeongin's eyes seemed to light up as he continued going through everything in the box to see what you had dressed up as before.

"We have to do this together one day," He told you as he pulled out a Princess peach costume and then a Cassandra costume from the Resident Evil game,

"I could be Ethan Winters!" He called out as you took the costume from his hands, holding it against your body and smiling.

"I mean there is a comic con next month..." You trailed off hoping that he would get the hint, he jumped to his fit.

"I'll ask the stylists to help me create my costume! We're going to have so much fun!" He yelled out before kissing you and running off to find his phone

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chemicalpink · 3 years

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Young Gods ❈ KNJ, JJK

❈ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

❈ Genre: smut, f2l kinda, but also s2l, fantasy!au, fluff if you squint, gods!au, wizard/witch!au

➛ Part of the Namkook Moonrise Masquerade hosted by @jamaisjoons

❈ Rating: 18+

❈ Wordcount: 4.2k

❈ Warnings: it is jungkook centric, it does have a somewhat heavy plot, double penetrative sex, magical sex, teasing, slightest corruption kink.

❈ Summary: Legend has it that if you were to walk all the way up to Hallasan, and if the land is welcoming enough, you should be able to see the most beautiful lake where it is rumoured to home the most powerful being the world has ever had the pleasure to meet, so when young warlock Jungkook starts having trouble with his magic, who could blame him for travelling all the way there in hopes of finding answers only to be met with the hottest man he’s ever seen. and really, who could blame him for fostering the biggest crush on him without saying a word for ages? that is, until y/n, a long lost friend of Namjoon shows up. so really, who is he to blame if he lets the two greatest beings in existence use him for their pleasure?

❈A/N: SHE'S HERE. GOD THIS TOOK A WHILE. Please enjoy! ALSO, banner by @jamaisjoons, I do believe the only thing that keep me writing this was the banner lol. Do tell your thoughts on this bad baby, I was heading towards a larger fic but I didn't have time yet magical au is most definitely there for future fics.

The first time Jungkook realised just how powerful he was, he was fifteen years old, although his mother can recall him being around four and being able to master a potion that most common-born non-royal witches could only hope to get mediocre at once trained at their young twenties. Of course, his magic had soon become taboo around the village, having to hide himself behind years of his father’s training, his lineage a bit closer to royalty, not quite, but just enough for his son’s magic to pass as his own. If his customers notice how better his spell jars or potions get once Jungkook turns eighteen, they sure don’t comment on it. Not that they would be able to tell that the family was hiding a master of the magical arts that could rival the country’s most powerful witch in the blink of an eye. Those were just rumours going around, as far as the Jeon’s were concerned.

“Son, I believe it is about time you get some proper practice on your magic” his father mentioned bypassing one Sunday night as they both locked up the store. He turned to hi, somewhat confused.

“Look if this is about Seojun noona’s elixir being more powerful than it usually is I swear it was a rightful mixture, my trial was right beside her actual one and she entered the shop sooner and-”

His dad shakes a hand dismissively at him, rounding the counter into the small storage room, coming back in sight with a leather-bound book in between his hands, calloused fingers roaming the antique-looking pages “I am not quite sure how much truth an old man like your grandfather could hold, but it wouldn’t hurt to try” he turned the yellowing book towards him, fast and almost undescribable scribbles decorating the paper as he squinted down at it, his father handling the energy in it to make the content quite literally come to life, a storytelling spell all too familiar to him from his young age.

“Dad, you know I absolutely love bedtime stories, but I’d say I’m quite a bit too old now for-” before he can even think about finishing the sentence, a mountain comes into view, alive straight from the book’s pages, standing tall and proud dressed in green, almost touching the sky, a magical aura surrounding it, one that he could even feel just by looking at it “What’s that?”

“The old man used to tell me stories about an ancient being, the most powerful of them all, living on top of Hallasan” the pages turn by themselves, the image changing to a faceless man, standing almost as tall and proud as the mountain itself, performing all types of magic, some of them Jungkook himself hadn’t even heard of “Legend says he was outcasted by royalty in fear of revolution, wouldn’t even be alive if it weren’t for he is a child of Earth herself”

“I-I don’t think I’m following”

His father sighs loudly before his magic shuts the book closed, all magic gone on a whim “Jungkook, whatever this man was, if my father was right and he really did exist, you might be like him”

“But-but I was born of both you and mum” he couldn’t quite yet fathom the extension of his own magic, much less think about the probability of being more powerful than any other being that had walked the Earth in millennia. Even if the man was real, would he even be alive still? If he was as powerful as he was presumed to be, would he even take Jungkook under his wing? What if he wasn’t as lucky as the man from the book and word got out and his life was endangered?

“Jungkook just think about it, you might be a child of the Earth”

“What if I don’t want to be” he couldn’t quite face his father, feeling his own heartbreak as the older man deflated. Jungkook knew that perhaps his dad had entertained the idea of his only son being a creature out of a legendary book, could feel how proud it would make him, for Jungkook to be a hero, make history with the power he presumably held within, yet he couldn’t help but feel like a small child again, afraid at the uncertainty that the future could hold. “I- I’m good with just running the shop and helping you and mother out with stuff”

His father sighed before placing a gentle hand on his shoulders, a small act that made him feel even more like a child, one getting subtly scolded by his parents as they prepare him for his inevitable future. “Jungkook-ah, your mother and I- all we really want for you is to live your own life”

His ears perk up, gaze facing forward as he catches his mother standing with her arms crossed over her body, the softest motherly look on her face “And if that means for my baby to go find himself at some faraway place, then so be it” she comes to join his father by his side, both of them bracing each other as the thought of their child growing up simmers down on them. “We just want you to grow up to your full potential Kookie”

.-.-

It had taken quite some convincing for him to completely make up his mind, the negging looks from his father as he helped around the shop, the longing yet scolding gaze his mother held over dinner until he found himself preparing a small bag for the long trip– almost burning inside his mind the map contained in his grandfather’s grimoire from the many times he had read over what he once thought to be a legend out of a children’s storybook.

The trip itself wasn’t as difficult as it was troublesome, having to hike up the highest mountain in the land, the difficult part–if the Jeon’s memories were anything to go by– was having the Hallassan land spirit to like you enough to show itself, even a step further to have the legendary witch to show his home.

For quite some time Jungkook entertained the idea of the immense possibilities on how the wizard could look, every possible image popping up in his head some variation of a wrinkly old man hunched over himself, staff in hand and he couldn’t help but laugh soundly at it, picturing himself getting nagged at by such a figure, perhaps he would end up looking like one of those old scholars that came to his village from time to time. But how wrong was he.

It took him three days, two cold sleepless nights in the woods and running in circles for at least two hours in the nothingness that was the top of the mountain for the valley to show up right where he had started to venture– he could almost hear the forest spirits snickering at him. He really tried to be angry at it, almost went back down just out of spite, yet the clearing before him had him doing a double-take, the space was bright and clear, none of the trees from before on sight, the small dipping in the middle of it leading to a sort of entrance– this was what he came for.

Jungkook had been raised better than what he found himself doing– walking into a stranger’s house uninvited. Was it really uninvited if after knocking for a few minutes the door opened on its own?

He walks inside, small steps, unsure of himself, his past resolve crumbling down completely as he walks further in where he listens to a hushed voice coming from his left, a mop of silvery hair turned away from him, green warm clothes cradling the figure, Jungkook entertains the idea of an old man still, yet not so much hunched over himself if the deep hushed voice and the hair colour was anything to go by. “...Now where did I last see-”

"Hello-"

"Oh! great timing! the pay is where it always is" broad shoulders are still facing him as the man moved around, a couple of won bills on the counter where he had waved his hand dismissively, not even bothering to turn around, for a legendary creature perhaps leaving his home door open was a recurrent thing, what with the whole clearing hidden from the public eye and all.

"Oh I'm not-" he had tried to make himself knows as definitely not the person he was expecting yet the man kept mumbling to himself, apparently in deep thought at whatever it was

""—So then if we are able to move this around we should -" he had started moving around the room, still not facing Jungkook directly, just pointing to places around the spacious room as his free hand busied itself with picking books from the humongous shelf against the wall

"I'm- uh" his hands couldn’t be still, grasping at the bag over his shoulder, knuckles almost white as he clears his throat "I'm not-"

"Did you forget where-" the man turns around and Jungkook feels whatever little poise he had gained leave him in the spot, right in front of him is the most legendary creature in existence, recorded alive for millennia, a god in more ways than one, no old man in sight but the prettiest human he had laid eyes on, fierce sight set on him awkwardly hanging at the entrance as the man keeps blinking at him "uh"

He bows down almost instinctively, 90 degrees, hair falling onto his eyes as he does so "Mister sir- uh keeper of Hallasan"

"You aren't Soobin"

"Uh.. no I'm not"

The man doesn’t even flinch at the information of a stranger setting a foot inside his house, deep voice calm as ever as he asks "How did you even get in?"

"Uh the door was open" he points to the door in a futile attempt for it to not make it seem like he was the weirdo picking locks or something at a magical creature’s home

"No it wasn't" he moves to the door in the most graciously way he has ever seen someone do it, almost gliding across the floor, eyes never leave him except for the brief second where his hand tries the doorknob "huh it was. Weird"

It took the man less than a minute after his initial shock to turn to Jungkook and invite him in, a pair of teacups resting against the table as they seated parallel to each other, him crossing his legs in a nonchalant manner as Jungkook couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat– he certainly never thought he could come this far.

“So what can I do for you, Jeon Jungkook?” if he absolutely preened at the way that his name sounded in the stranger’s mouth, that was certainly something only for him to know.

The words died right on his tongue. There were certainly a lot of things the beautiful man seating across from him could do, none of them necessarily involving what he had initially come for, yet as the words take meaning inside his mind, he seems to short circuit yet again “I uh- you know- you know my name?”

He smiles a big smile, eyes crinkling into crescents, dimples showing and a heat simmering inside Jungkook’s belly “I know a lot of things, Jungkook” he stares off into space “Social skills are rusty, but they come back after getting a good look at you” Jungkook’s eyes must widen at the implication of his words. Could he read minds? Could he take a look into souls? “Just general stuff about you, don’t worry about it”

The man could definitely read minds.

Blink if you’re hearing this. The man blinks and Jungkook feels like fleeing. Wait. Everyone blinks, stupid. Perhaps some other time.

He somehow finds his voice, remembering the lingering question, the sole reason for him to be there “Mister Hallasan keeper, sir”

“Namjoon is fine”

“Mister Namjoon-ssi”

“Namjoon hyung”

Jungkook is sure this time his brain shortcircuits for real, for this complete stranger. Namjoon he corrects himself, to give him permission to call him so affectionately after only a few minutes of knowing him. After technically breaking- not breaking into his home.

Smile if you’re reading my mind. Namjoon smiles, something doesn’t sit right with him, he could very well be reading his mind, or simply smiling out of politeness at the extended silence Jungkook had caused, again. I’m onto you Mister Hallasan Keeper. Namjoon just smiles more fondly at him.

Jungkook goes on explaining his situation, from his rapid magic learning to being unable to wield his magic, to his father even suggesting that he could have been born from the Earth herself, just like Namjoon did all those millennia ago. The blond man restricts himself to listen to Jungkook speak, gaining a serious pose when he drops the reason for his visit, asking him for help. Jungkook’s almost sure he will deny it as he goes on to explain how his last magical apprentice had been there almost sixty years ago, going on about how he is pretty much a loner, no reason more than a brief excuse of being an outcast for practice differences with the village where Jungkook comes from, giving it a few seconds of thought before he accepts to have Jungkook under his wing, going as far as to give him a spare bedroom to sleep in along with the longest set of rules he had ever heard of.

Months with Namjoon look something more or less like this: waking up at 6 am sharp– something Jungkook had never done in his life, the first few times he had woken up later than that, it was almost impossible to know where his teacher had gone to. Have a rundown on the day’s activities and breakfast until 7. Jungkook was in charge of gardening on the 30-minute window of Namjoon harvesting for the spells he was due to make for the day. An hour of light reading– he knew better than to comment on how a thousand pages book was most definitely not light reading, but he did it anyway. He would then shadow Namjoon on whatever mystical task he had to do for the day before finishing up with him running basic high-level training with Namjoon’s guidance in the clearing– Namjoon had said that the Hallasan spirit would keep him safe and sound if he were to screw up, although so far all the spirit and her friends in the forest had done was laugh at his mistakes.

Five months in it, the whole routine came as second nature, he couldn’t even picture a day without Namjoon on it, not that there was anyone else that could pick up on the energy shift within it, Jungkook had learnt a lot from his teacher, not only in the magic department but about him as a person, couldn’t hide the lingering eyes, the curious touches of skin, every bit of information about Namjoon expanding that fondness feeling inside his heart, Namjoon was a man of habit, a powerful one at that, yet all those millennia living couldn’t hide the fact that Jungkook could see right through him, a lonely soul, as powerful as none other, yet so inherently say. Not even the whole power in the universe could keep him away from his own greatest danger: himself.

If you can read minds, kiss me. The kiss never came so perhaps Namjoon could never even read minds in the first place.

Now here’s the thing, Jungkook might be a mess when it comes to magic, but not so much at hiding his feelings, at least the best he could, Namjoon was as intelligent as men come and he had yet to notice. Namjoon’s friend that just happens to show up on a particularly lazy day– his teacher had said his magic tends to run out from time to time and would rather rest it; perhaps not so much.

Jeon Jungkook is a weak man. A weak man for beautiful things, like Namjoon, or you. Who just happened to walk inside Namjoon’s home like you owned the place– could he count it as his home too yet?

He could feel his heart wanting to leap out of him as soon as you introduced yourself, and perhaps he was imagining the way your eyes grazed over his figure before going to tease Namjoon, not that he stopped having heart eyes for the man when you walked in, he had enough heart eyes for the both of you, even if he had to keep them to himself. You were easier to warm up to than Namjoon if it was anything to go by, smoothly falling into conversation after you three had sat down for tea, walking up to Namjoon’s massive library, picking out books from their shelves as you asked him about his upbringings.

“The Jeon family? Oh, dearest, your grandfather was as good as wizards come” his brain cuts short as soon as the words leave your mouth, just how exactly could you have known the old man? The old wizard was presumably thrown out of the royal house for being unfit for ruling over the land. You playfully push your elbow against Namjoon “And I say this while knowing Joonie”

The blond man groans at your teasing.

“You-you knew my grandpa?”

“Yeh, such a shame he decided to be a mortal” Your initial interest seems to diminish as you turn to face the books yet again, a particular red cover catching your attention.

“What”

Jungkook faintly hears Namjoon standing up from his chair to try and get in between his conversation with you, although all he hears seems to come as if the voices were kept under cotton inside his ears “Y/N you’re overwhelming the kid”

For such a calm and collected posture, he had maintained not only while learning with Namjoon but back at home too, hearing such a word coming out of him really tips the glass “I’m not a kid! Why is everyone always treating me like a child!” surely it did seem rather childish to have an outburst like that, yet his mind couldn’t help but reel in all those other times in his stay where Namjoon had dismissed him from helping, saying it was a rather complicated spell you should wait this one out Jungkook. Or something along the lines of when you get stronger. It did seem the type of things one would say to their petulant child.

“Jungkook waits” Namjoon groans as he retreats to his assigned room, you can’t help the softness inside you at the way that strong independent loner Namjoon reacts to his apprentice being pissed off, certainly a first.

“You pissed off the kid” your remark isn’t that much well digested as Namjoon throws a dagger-like glare your way, groaning as he throws his head back against the couch

“Why am I parenting again?”

You shrug your shoulders as you offer him a tight lip smile, you had heard a lot about Jungkook even before you had walked inside the wizard’s home, like a reader of a slow-burning love story, you knew that ‘parenting’ was most definitely not the dynamic in his relationship with the younger, not with the way Namjoon had described the little mannerisms of his apprentice, or the way that he described his figure as the strongest back I’ve ever seen with such a tiny waist when he sent you a letter asking you to visit him.

The thing with the dynamic you had with Namjoon had been one going on for hundreds of years, feeding off of the magic that only such powerful creatures like you and him could conjure, effective yet dependent as when either of you two was in dire need of a boost, you would have to pay him a visit to work your magic. Jungkook hadn’t appeared after his little outburst, probably hidden in his room, taking only a few minutes of Namjoon glancing expectantly at the place where the younger had disappeared before you dragged him towards his room in an all too practised manner.

The whole environment was always on the calm side whenever you two get to it, something along the lines of strictly business, yet an undeniable connection between the two. Namjoon had you against his door, a dimly lit lamp on his desk, strong hands holding you in place at your waist as he leaned down to connect both of your mouths, eyes fluttering shut as he did so. Your hands found themselves tangled in his blond tousled hair in no time as he deepened the kiss, moving the both of you towards the bed as magic started glowing dimly within you two, connecting and feeding off of the spark of the situation, magic so profound and delicate that only immortal beings could hope to master. Namjoon placed himself against his elbows as you straddled his hips, your figure teasingly humping his growing bulge inside his pants as his breath started to become ragged, his own magic reaching forward to yours, just the way his lips chased yours. Yet there was only so much ominous Namjoon could handle. His hands were quick to undress both of you in between hot caresses and messy kisses as both of your bodies seem to move on their own accord, the magic itself doing the most out of the tantric experience, moans slowly but surely filling up the room as Namjoon positioned the tip of his hard cock on your entrance, teasing your folds for a few seconds before you settled on top of him in a familiar manner, sinking down on him as he throws his head back, letting out a groan. You are almost sure Jungkook could hear you both, yet your mind so clouded you wouldn’t have given it a second thought with Namjoon’s cock filling you up so nicely as you moved up and down on his length, that is until out of the corner of your eye you catch the casted shadow outside the dimly lit room.

"Your puppy is outside," You say as you stop moving on him, not quite removing yourself from the situation, yet you feel the magic in the room flickering faintly as if going dormant.

"What" Namjoon’s eyes are surprised as he lets reality sink in, his magic safely sated from the small act

"The kid that has an obvious crush on both you and me?” you state matter of factly as Namjoon’s jaw goes slack “He's watching us from behind the door"

As if on cue, there’s a rustling behind the door, feet rapidly resounding against the floor "No I'm not!"

Namjoon sighs loudly "JK just come in, I know this might seem.." the door opens and you could swear Jungkook’s eyes are about to leave his skull at the image he’s present with "weird"

"incredibly hot," they say at the same time, rendering both of them speechless

"huh kid's horny" you start removing yourself from Namjoon’s cock as your magic starts tingling, now reaching out for the younger "i like it"

"Y/N please"

You gesture by raising your hands as if surrendering, yet you know just how the night had taken a turn, willing to satiate your magic’s needs “He doesn’t like your PG training, let me handle this”

Jungkook is still sporting his Bambi eyes as he feels himself pulled into the room, closing the door softly behind him as he can only stare at you as you make your way towards him, lips ghosting over his “So tell me Jungkookie” your hand trails down to bring him closer to your naked body, taking his hand in yours and guiding it to your ass “Just how much are you willing to render of yourself for me and Joon?”

“All of me”

Jeon Jungkook might as well had been an erotic wizard like yourself if by the way he manhandles you and surrenders you to Namjoon like a loyal apprentice would to his master was anything to go by. Namjoon’s stare alone has the young man pliant as he caresses tan skin under his fingers, achingly curious as the youngest takes turns to kiss the eldest and yourself, Namjoon’s fingers playing with his nipples, your own hands working his length to life after your magic had completely undressed him, feeling both your and Namjoon’s magic reaching for Jungkook’s in a way you didn’t know was possible. A few kisses and lingering touches in, minds clouded with lust, kissing noises and moans taking over the space, Jungkook takes no time in positioning you on top of him, back to his chest as his length stretches you deliciously, long fingers playing with your clit as his own legs separate your thighs as if offering you up to his master, Namjoon looking like a man starved as he positions himself against Jungkook’s cock, his tip meeting no resistance as he glides in and nestles next to Jungkook, stretching you like no other time you could fathom, groans and ragged breaths of the men under and above you working you to your own climax, babbled words coming out of the youngest’s lips along with a promise of becoming yet another young god under your spell.

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