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GITJ Post 349: That was Then, This is Now, p1

“Mmmmph! M-Morgan!! Pl-please!” I sputtered, head buried deep in the big bosom of my new Hungarian APRN. My arms were straightened stock-stiff at my sides.

“Oh, Dr. J, do the relax!” the enormous blond woman laughed, mirth jiggling through her mighty chest as she hugged me tightly. She nearly had me pulled off my feet as I stood there in my office that Monday morning, her strong arms encircling my head, shoulders and upper back. I’d been waiting for my coff-…my m-…my warm morning beverage and the meeting Melissa had wanted to have but had been summarily assaulted - this counted as the twelfth one - by the “Good Morning Hugs” of my staff as they’d come one-by-one to greet me. New office policy, it had been announced, I guess: Dr. J gets a hug every morning, from everyone.

Julia had been here with hugs, Bobbi and Brittni and Bianca and Bessie as well, all thanking me for such a fun weekend and being so cool and nice to them on Instagram. Wait what? Shanette had come early and lingered long, feeling especially soft and had purred motherly greetings. Katarina had, with a peculiar giggle, offered to fill my mug if I’d been waiting too long for Melissa to appear with my warm milk. Josie didn’t stop at a hug and gave me kisses, while Randi and Katie had each started flat-out making out with me. Angie nearly had me out of my pants and it was only Aubrey showing up for her hug that saved me from an early-morning, non-consensual handjob. Lakshmi had left just a few minutes ago, after helping me clean the lipstick of all these other from my face and finally showing me on her phone what all the girls is had been mysteriously hinting at and talking about: the Instagram posts made to my account after my own phone had been hijacked on Saturday night, before its demise at the bottom of Melissa’s pool. Good god! I remembered so little of the weekend, had I really been a part of all this…this…debauchery?

What a way to start a week!

“I hear you have the exciting weekend,” Morgan was now purring to me, her basso profundo rumbling through her chest as she held me captive at her monumental breast. “Morgan sorry she not there, she the busy. But happy you have the good time. Many orgasm, I can know!”

At that, she released my face from the depths of her bosom and - god help me - held me out at arms reach. My feet were six inches off the floor! My mouth gaped: Morgan was huge! Enormous! Maybe not quite as tall as Melissa but probably outweighing her by sixty pounds, at least. Jesus Christ the size of her! Yes, whatever my mystery affliction was had been reducing my stature (I really have to get this checked out…) and changing my perspective, and I knew Morgan was a big lady, but - holy crap! What had happened to her?!? I’d seen her just last Friday, working with patients, and she was nowhere near this size, was she?? She was a house! Thick curves threatened to burst forth from her stretchy pants and overmatched, overstretched blouse whose buttons seemed ready to -

“Haha button go pop,” she laughed as - yes - the top button of her blouse flew past my face.

My eyes just goggled as her cleavage bulged forth and then, slowly, she began to lift me up, up, up until we were eye level. Good god this woman wasn’t only huge, but hugely strong!

“Because you, the breasts of me are so bigger now,” she said, cryptically, “Tell me, what the happen? What you do on the weekend?”

Oh my god what did happen this weekend?

I remember, of course, getting in a little late this Monday morning with Melissa driving me to work. I’d stayed the night, again, the third in a row at her place. She’d helped me get ready and had clothes for me - these new, XXS unisex scrubs she’d found at the mall. I normally didn’t like wearing scrubs at the office as it made me look, well…like the rest of the staff, the medical assistants. But today I had little choice. So while this morning’s memories were clear as day, the day before, however, was a little fuzzier. Though with a little effort I pretty much recalled the whole thing.

“Um,” I told Morgan, as she held me aloft like a rag doll, “M-Melissa and I just sort of relaxed yesterday…”

Of the events of the weekend, Sunday afternoon’s were clearest in my mind. It had turned out to be a lazy day of napping in and out and cuddling on the couch. Melissa spent it pampering me, barely letting me lift a finger, keeping me couchbound in her arms, or pinned underneath her, or with her head in my lap. She’d apparently wanted to spend most of the day in penis worship, and wanted me also adulating her breasts. It was Sunday, after all. Time for church. And so we honored the occasion with either me sucking on her or by her sucking on me ‘like a piece of candy’, tending to the every whim of the insatiable beast between my legs, barely letting it leave her mouth for hours on end. I don’t know how many times her skilled lips, tongue and throat had brought me to climax there on the couch - it was a lot. But it was right before the dinner of Mac n Cheese she’d made for me that I finally had to stop her. I was sore, I was actually really sore, my balls tender and shaft raw from so much overuse this weekend, a sex marathon that did a number on my privates. She’d cooed and clucked in amused pity, offering ointments and creams 'to make it all better', but they only served to get me ready for another round in her mouth or tender grip. It was finally with a laying-on-of-hands, a strange cooling sensation that her palms brought my groin with no liniments or salves, that in the end miraculously healed my pain. Had she done something like that before? On…Saturday night, to a bruise on my neck? I was a little weirded out, as that moment brought back flashes of other memories. Was I just imagining some of these things? I remember her, and the other girls doing…stuff. Like, I knew Melissa was really strong, but there was no way she used her breath to blow me across the pool, was there?

“I heard you almost the drownded,” Morgan said, watching my face as I continued to try to recall the weekend.

“Who? Me? Oh, um…”

Yes, I had woken Sunday morning and found my busted phone. Did I get it from the bottom of the pool? Or was that Melissa? Wait, did she actually save me from, like, almost drowning? I shivered, recalling it now. Yes, I felt it again - the fear, the near-death experience at the bottom of the deep-end and then suddenly being safe in her arms. Anyway, I remembered intimacy with Melissa in the pool, in the shower, at breakfast. Jeez we were horndogs!

“...yeah, I uh, had a little accident Sunday morning,” I admitted to Morgan, “but it was a f-fun little party the night before. Too b-bad you couldn’t come.”

Saturday was, for sure, more of a blur. There were girls over at Melissa’s, lots of them. I must have been drinking that afternoon because I barely remember that time at all. Later on into the evening I recall a little more - time in the hot tub? Sushi for dinner was it? A movie, some warm milk? Bedtime was more easy to recollect, with Shanette sharing the bed with Melissa and me for a while.

“Sound so the fun,” Morgan smiled, the twinkle in her eyes telling me she knew more than she was saying.

“Yeah,” I agreed. Realizing now why I already felt so exhausted: I had the sex lives of twenty men. Yes, I’d slept like a rock last night, after Melissa had taken me to her bed and put me under by humming sweet lullabies that reverberated throughout my cock, hips and spine to settle in my mind and rock it to sleep. But I felt like I’d need to sleep another week to recover from what I’d been through. I hadn’t even stepped through the door of my apartment upstairs this morning, having come straight into the office, and I was already looking forward to collapsing in my bed tonight.

But first I needed to get through today. Still held aloft by the shoulders in Morgan’s strong hands, I was reminded of that by a knock on the door. Melissa, maybe, I hoped? We both turned to see who it’d be.

Aubrey, peeking around the doorframe. Back for more hugs? Apparently not.

“Gianna needs to talk to you,” she said.

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thanks to RiF for editing help

#growing into the job

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plebbypebblepleb · 2 days

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MOREEE MORE OCSS (my friends and i are working on uhh a thing so uhm thats why theres so many :3)

OKAY EXODUS' PIC WAS DRAWN 87483578349 YEARS AGO SO LMK IF A FULL BODY IS REQUIRED

pt.1 pt.2 pt.4 Lumie is on the left (OBVIOUSLY) and she goes by she/her :3 LUMIE IS 21, EXO IS 18. I'M NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THEM BEING SHIPPED. (just btw)

✧ This cutie is Exodus' favorite author, as she wrote his favorite books on astrology. She has been a giant help with Exo's journey on astrology!!

✧ She can see really easily through lies, i guess like a human lie detector kind of? idk. It's not really her official powers for now, i'll come up with them later.

✧ Lumie's very close to Serenity and comes to his library often to watch his clocks. She also surprises Exo sometimes which results in him panicking about meeting his idol, even though its probably the FIFTH TIME. but y'know. It always seems new to him.

Ready to read an essay on the silly boy named Exodus?? (TLDR AT THE END)

Exodus Aster was born into the prestigious Aster family, known for their wealth and influence in both business and politics. From a young age, Exodus was encouraged to take over the family's extensive business empire, which primarily dealt with interstellar investments and space exploration technologies. His parents, while affluent and powerful, were also highly controlling and insistent that he carry on the family legacy.

However, Exodus felt suffocated by the weight of their expectations. Despite the lavish lifestyle provided by his family's wealth, he yearned for freedom and independence to pursue his own passions. As he grew older, his interest in astronomy and philosophy only deepened, further diverging from the path his parents had planned for him.

Upon turning 18, Exodus made the bold decision to break free from his family's grip and forge his own path. Leaving behind the comfort and security of his opulent upbringing, he struck out on his own, determined to carve out a life aligned with his true desires.

Even though he’s wealthy and privileged, Exodus remained grounded and humble, finding fulfillment in the pursuit of knowledge rather than material wealth. His love for coffee stemmed from its ability to stimulate his mind and fuel his late-night contemplations under the starry sky. He viewed coffee not just as a beverage but as a companion in his quest for understanding.

Although Exo is seen as eccentric, he was respected within aristocratic circles for his keen intellect and philosophical insights. He was a beacon of enlightenment in a world consumed by materialism and superficiality, a reminder that true wealth lies not in possessions but in the boundless expanse of the human mind and spirit.\

Despite severing ties with his family, Exodus remained deeply connected to his love for the cosmos. He immersed himself in the study of astronomy and philosophy, finding solace and purpose in the vast expanse of the universe. His conversations were filled with elaborate analogies drawn from the celestial realm, a testament to his profound fascination with the mysteries of space.

Exodus got his style of clothing from his father, and he has a love for dark academia fashion. Exo grew up an only child and was very distant with the people around him. Because of his riches, he was always was homeschooled by the best of the best teachers. He was never able to grow his social compatibility.

He grew up sheltered and shy. He’s extremely introverted and awkward. He can barely hold up a conversation with someone his age; he isn’t good at making friends. He does have good conversations with his father’s friends though! That’s a good thing :3

TL;DR:

he was born into rich family, but he had no interest in pursuing his father's business, instead he liked astrology a lot better

his parents pressured him into taking over the business, but he refused and moved out when he turned 18.

#art #digital art #artists on tumblr #original character #oc art #ocs #my ocs <3 #oc artwork

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calucadu · 2 years

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One route to rule them all - Chapter 13

One route to rule them all, a Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Fanfic. Chapter 13.

Summary: Kirishima and Bakugou are complete strangers. Can you control their fate and make them meet and fall in love? (A choose your route story)

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina/Sero Hanta, Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Mina Ashido, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya Izuku, Toyomitsu Taishirou (Fat Gum), Uraraka Ochako, Todoroki Shouto.

Rating: Explicit

CW: NSFW, violence, drug use/abuse/addiction, alcohol use/abuse/addiction, strong language, character death.

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I close my eyes, and I suddenly feel like Denki’s right – what’s the worst that can happen? The worst is rejection, and it’s not like I’ve never been rejected before. Granted, it’s never been by someone quite so handsome, but… It can’t be worse than never knowing because I was too scared to try.

“Alright.” I whisper.

“Yeah!” Denki cheers, raising his arms above his head. “You can do it! Ask him out on a date!”

“Don’t push your luck.” I chuckle. I get up, looking towards the counter and spotting him again. Still there, and still very much alone. Or at least that’s what it looks like.

I walk towards him and take a seat next to him, asking the bartender for a drink. I don’t look his way just in case, but that also means that I don’t know if he was checking me out.

After a sip of my beverage I turn my body towards him, shooting him a smile when he finally glances my way.

“The music’s great!” I remark, watching how his eyebrow twitches slightly as he looks me over. “Wanna go dance?”

“The music’s shit.” He snorts back, shaking his head before looking back at the counter.

“Alright.” I hum, forcing myself to not feel discouraged by his reaction. “What kinda music do you like?”

He turns to me yet again, an amused smile on his face. Maybe he wasn’t expecting me to be so persistent. I think he likes that I am, or at least that’s what it looks like by the interested smirk he’s sporting.

“Definitely not this crap.” He replies, his gruff voice sending shivers down my spine for some unknown reason. He leans back in his chair, showing me a confident attitude.

“Then why are you here?” I ask, more to get to know him than to keep the conversation going.

“Isn’t it obvious, Shitty Hair?” He tilts his head when his eyes land on the little frown I make at his words. “Cause I’m looking for a good night out.”

“Just a good night out… you’re not looking for anything serious?”

“None of your business.” He mutters solemnly. His eyes shine as he says it, but there’s no bite in his tone.

“Well, I guess you’re right.” I whisper, looking away.

“And it’s not like you can find a life partner here.” he surprises me by saying. I thought he’d lost interest already and didn't want to continue talking to me.

“Why not?” I reply, more than eager to keep him speaking as much as possible.

“Because, Shitty Hair,” he whispers as he leans in, a predatory smirk on his face, “no one here is looking for that. They just want sex.”

“Maybe I’m looking for that, a life partner, a boyfriend or whatever.” I remark, seemingly nonchalant as I pull back, avoiding his gaze at first and then glancing at him flirtily.

“Well you’d be the only one.” He keeps his eyes on me, the amused look on his face still there as he tries to figure out if I’m lying to him or not.

I shrug, as if I don’t care. He hums in response, turning towards his drink and taking a big sip before he locks eyes with me again.

“Is that really why you’re here?” He asks, and it gets my hopes up that he’s finally taken an interest in me and is asking me questions.

“Maybe,” I shrug my shoulders, playing at being mysterious. I think it works because he shoots me another smirk.

“Is that why you’re talking to me?” He asks, his eyes narrowing as he tilts his head, a cocky smile spreading on his face.

“Well, that would be a waste of time, wouldn’t it?” I tease playfully, crossing my legs in an attempt to capture his interest further. “Since you said you’re not interested. I wouldn’t bother.”

“I mean, I’m not against it.” He shrugs. “But you’d probably back down before me.”

“Why would I?”

He shrugs again, his hand going to the counter to pick his drink up, but he doesn’t glance away from my face the whole time. He takes a sip, as if he were considering what he’s about to say. He ends up not saying anything else though.

“Dude, I’m manly.” I proudly almost shout.

“I never said you weren’t.”

“Then what did you mean?”

“That you’d get tired of me, of my brass attitude. They always do. That’s why I stopped caring and stopped trying to go on dates. I just go for the easy way out, the sex.”

“Well, I’m different.”

“Suuuure you are.” he mutters sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “That’s why you tried picking me up.”

“I can prove that I am.”

“Yeah, well maybe I don’t want you to prove anything.”

“Whatcha mean?”

“I mean I don’t care, Shitty Hair. I’m not interested in dating.”

"I can prove you wrong. I want to. Let me."

"And what would you do?" He scoffs. "Take me out on a date?”

“Yeah, if you’ll let me.”

He leans back, considering my offer.

“Where would you take me?” He asks, cheekily. His eyes seem to sparkle as he talks, and it makes my heart beat faster. I love the little smirk on his face, it’s making me feel things. He’s special alright. “Hypothetically speaking. If you were to take me on a date.”

“Wait, is this a trick question?” I ask him, trying to gain time. I don’t want to fuck it up. “Like, do I get to ask you things to get to know you before inviting you someplace?”

“Nah, that’s cheating. Try picking me up. I wanna see what you’ve got.”

“That’s so hard, dude!” I laugh, but it pumps me up. “But I like it. It’s like a challenge.”

“So, where’d you take me?”

“Okay, so, based on what you seem to like… which is… not this music. And you didn’t reply to my invitation to dance, so you’re probably not into that either. Hmmm. I’m going to go with my gut on this one. You probably don’t like crowds, so maybe… we could have a few drinks, somewhere more private?”

“Is that an invitation to your house?” He laughs, his eyes crinkling cutely as he lets out a guffaw. “I thought you said you didn’t want to take me to bed.”

“I mean, that’s not off the table.” I whisper sheepishly, to which he replies with an eye roll, but he has an amused smirk spread on his face, so I know it’s alright.

“So you proved me right. Everyone here just wants to fuck.”

“Hey, wanna go out for drinks? Someplace else. No music, or at least not this music. You can pick the place.” I go for it, drinking in his surprised reaction.

“I can, eh?” He whispers, smirking at me. His eyes shine as he pretends to think over my invitation.

Before I can nod in response, he gets up from his chair.

“Alright, Shitty Hair. Prove to me that you’re more than just a quick fuck. I know a place.”

“Sure.” I nod my head vigorously as I get up, but I pout as I notice something. He stops when he sees my face, and he frowns, seemingly worried. “But, hey… could you stop calling me Shitty Hair, please?”

“You never gave me your name, dumbass.” He snorts. “What was I supposed to call you?”

“It’s Kirishima. I’m Kirishima Eijirou.”

“Hmm, nice name. I’m Bakugou. Bakugou Katsuki.”

“That’s a manly name.” I whisper, hoping my voice doesn’t betray the little beat my heart skipped when I heard it.

He scoffs at my reaction, rolling his eyes yet again.

“C’mon, get your arse moving.” He mutters, trying to sound like he’s tough or something. I find it adorable.

I nod and follow him as he leads the way. As we exit the bar I grab my phone and text Denki that I’ve got a sort of date.

Bakugou looks at me when I lag behind him and he tells me to hurry up, a small scowl on his face as he urges me to speed it up.

Putting my phone back in my pocket I skip along to where he is and I grab his hand, confident.

He stares at me, and then down at our intertwined hands, but he doesn’t say anything about it.

The bar he takes me to is fancier than I imagined it would be. I’m heavily underdressed for it, but he isn’t. He looks so good in his casual clothes; and unlike me, he doesn’t stand out here.

I let go of his hand before we enter and he turns to look at me, his eyes narrowed.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” He snarls at me.

“I’m… well, I don’t know if it’s okay for us to hold hands in this place.”

“And why the fuck not? Look at that couple over there.” He points at a man and a woman, heavily flirting in the table by the window.

“Yeah, but we’re both men.” I whisper, avoiding his piercing gaze.

“So fucking what?”

“Not everyone thinks it’s okay to be gay.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck what other people think of me.” He sneers, pulling away from me. When I look into his eyes there’s a burning passion in them, like there’s more he wants to say. “And you shouldn’t either.”

“I know, but, like, it’s hard-”

“I don’t care. Life’s hard.” He cuts me off. “Deal with it. Don’t stop being yourself just because other people frown on it. Do you think that’s stopped me from being who I am?”

“I… don’t know. I don’t know you.”

“Fuck if it has. Of course it fucking hasn’t. And if you want a shot at being with me, it better not stop you from being you.”

The way he says it makes me look him in the eyes with a scowl. I clench my teeth as I pick his hand up and give it a squeeze. I’m going to show him exactly who I am and I’m not going to back down until he’s fallen in love with me, and even after that I’ll keep proving to him who I am every single day.

He smiles proudly at me, firmly gripping my hand as he turns and opens the glass door to the bar, walking us in.

An elegant woman welcomes us in. She’s extremely tall, with beautiful long black hair, tied away from her face in a pretty ponytail. She glances at our entwined hands before shooting us a reassuring smile. It’s more of a compassionate look, like she understands what we’re going through.

“We want a private room.” Bakugou says, tugging at my arm so I stand right beside him. I stand straight so he knows I’m proud of being next to him. “Do you have any available right now?”

“We do.” She replies politely. She outstretches her hands – which had previously been lying flat against her legs – in the direction of the private rooms. “Right this way.”

I walk briskly beside Bakugou, hoping to prove to him that he doesn’t have to pull me along. He shoots me another proud smirk.

She opens the door for us to see the room.

“Does this one please you?”

“Yeah. We’ll have a bottle of whisky with two glasses, with ice.”

“Of course.” She excuses herself with a low bow and we make our way to the table in the room. It’s spacious – far too big for only two people – but it’s still a nice place.

“Hey, gimme your things, I’ll hang them up.” He says, grabbing my jacket when I hand it to him.

“Thanks.” I whisper, as if I’m in a trance. I seat myself in the comfortable chair and wait for him to sit in front of me. “I didn’t know you like all these fancy things.”

“I don’t. But it’s the only place I know that has private rooms. Plus, I know the owner.”

“The pretty woman?” I ask, incredulous. It hadn’t seemed as if they knew each other. Maybe she was just being professional.

“No, not Momo. I mean, she’s an acquaintance, but I wasn’t speaking about her. Todoroki owns this place. Well, his father does. Rick fucker that has everything he wants, so he owns a lot of fancy places like this. This one’s the only one the son’s in charge of.”

“How’d you know Todoroki?”

“Mmm. He’s a friend of a childhood… of someone I know. Well, it’s more like he has a crush on him.”

“Todoroki?”

“Nah, he’s different. I don’t think he’s capable of crushes. And he’s oblivious as fuck. That stupid nerd’s obviously been in love with him for years and he has no idea.”

“Who is… your childhood friend?”

“Not a friend.” Bakugou snorts, avoiding my gaze. “Well, he’s not that bad I guess.”

“I’m kinda confused.” I say, shaking my head.

Just at that moment, there’s a knock on the door, and Momo’s voice rings from the other side.

“May I come in?”

“Sure.” Bakugou calls out, turning his head towards her.

She opens the door and enters with a tray, a bottle and two glasses on it. She drops them off at our table and looks at the blond man in front of me.

“I told Shouto you were here. He’ll come and greet you properly in a few minutes. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Ugh,” Bakugou sighs, sounding exasperated. He closes his eyes and clenches his teeth, “fine.”

“Then I’ll let you enjoy your private room.” She bows again before closing the door behind her.

“Don’t let her demeanour fool you. She’s smart, but pretends to be ‘nice’ and instead just causes chaos.”

“Wouldn’t it be the correct thing to do, though? Telling your friend that you’re here.”

“We’re not friends.” He remarks, his tone of voice giving no option for rebuttal.

I give him a look and he throws his head back, letting out an exasperated whine. “Okay, fine. She’s decent. But Todoroki fucking ain’t. You’ll see when he comes over, which will probably be soon, knowing him.”

The door opens and a man steps in, an indifferent look on his otherwise pretty face.

“Riiiight on time.” Bakugou mutters, turning his head away from him.

“Katsuki, nice to see you.” The man greets him, walking towards us. He looks at me, and I can see his eyes are different colours, like his hair. “And who is your companion today?”

“I’m Eijirou Kirishima!” I smile at him, to which he nods his head in acknowledgement.

“Pleased to meet you. I’m Shouto Todoroki, a friend of Katsuki’s.”

“What do you want?” Bakugou almost growls, turning to glare at him.

“I just wanted to welcome you. It’s been a while since you’ve last been here.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“I do. I’m a very busy man. But it’s common etiquette. Is this your partner? Izuku will be very happy to hear. He’s worried about you.”

“Fuck!” Bakugou snarls. “Don’t fucking tell him anything. He’s not worried, he’s just nosey.”

Todoroki sighs, rolling his eyes before turning to look at me. “I don’t know what you see in him.”

I laugh, which only makes Bakugou growl even louder.

“Just fuck off already. What I do isn’t your business – or his.”

“Alright, I’ll leave. I hope you have a pleasant evening. Drink as much as you want, it’s on me.” He says, giving a courteous wave before leaving the room.

“That fucker!” Bakugou growls, going for the unopened bottle and filling both our glasses. He thrusts mine towards me and chugs quite a lot of his down. “Just because he’s rich doesn’t mean he has to flounce his money around. It’s all his father’s anyway. And that Momo woman is the same. Well, used to be. She got disowned when her family found out she ran off with a girl. That’s why she’s working here. They’re childhood friends – because of the money thing, obviously – and he’s just doing her a favour.”

“I see.” I whisper. “I thought those two might have been… a thing. They look good together.”

“Todoroki doesn’t have a heart, so no, they don’t.”

“Are you just saying that because you’re hurt? Because that Izuku guy loves him and he doesn’t feel the same way?”

Bakugou stops what he’s doing and stares at me, his eyes narrowing.

“No.” He bites back, but doesn’t say much else.

“You don’t hate them.” I remark, smiling at him.

He pauses, but he sighs and avoids my gaze. “No, I don’t. They’re bearable.”

“So tell me more about them, or about you.”

He scrutinises me with a glare, but sighs. “I guess it’s fair. But only if you tell me about yourself, too.”

“We have all night.” I smile at him, and he scowls back.

“So Izuku and I grew up together, basically. We were neighbours, and our mothers were friends. We went to the same school and all that. But he used to stick around me. At first I kinda liked it, y’know? I had a few boys following me around, and it got to my head. I was an arsehole.” He pauses, his eyes darting away from my gaze. He stares at the drink in his hands, and he gives it a swirl. The room is so silent I can hear the ice clanking against the glass. “I… I want you to know I’m not proud of this, and that I’m a different person now. I bullied him. For years as well. It made me feel so powerful when I took advantage of him. He trusted me and I betrayed not only his trust, but whatever. I know I fucked up. I realised later, when I was older, and I apologised to him. I have since made amends with Izuku – although I still call him Deku. He kinda embraced that nickname thanks to Ochako.”

“Why Deku? What?”

“I used to call him Deku, when I mocked him. But it’s okay, he’s over it, so I can use it without offending him.”

“Who’s Ochako? An old girlfriend?”

Bakugou snorts, shaking his head. “She wishes! Nah, just another one of Deku’s friends. He surprisingly knows a lot of people.”

There’s a silence in which I just sip my drink. I honestly don’t know what to say or think.

“Thanks for not judging me.” He whispers, his eyes on his hands.

“Well, we’ve all got pasts we’re ashamed of.” I mutter, turning my gaze away.

“So, what’s yours?” He asks, his voice low. “What are you ashamed of?”

I don’t say anything. Instead, I duck my head slightly.

“It can’t be worse than what I did, Kirishima. Just spit it out.”

“It’s… some dark stuff. I was a pretty insecure kid.” I raise my head and our eyes connect.

“You seem pretty confident now.” Bakugou whispers, his hand finally releasing the glass and going over to hold mine. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. Some stuff is just difficult to talk about. I just want you to know that I’m glad you’re much more confident now.”

“I… I used to have depression. I used to cut myself, and did other stuff I'm not proud of. Got stupidly drunk as a kid and did stupid things just because I felt like shit.” I bite my lip and avoid his gaze. “I’m better now. I’m a different person.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re over it and I hope you learnt from it and grew as a person.”

“Thanks, Bakugou.” I smile back at him. “Sometimes I feel insecure, but I try to remember my purpose in life.”

“Your purpose in life? What’s your purpose in life?”

“To be happy! And to make others happy too!” I grin at him. His eyebrows raise slightly, but he eventually returns my smirk.

“I’m so glad I got to know you today.” He says softly. “You were right. You really are different.”

“I told ya!”

“I wouldn’t mind doing this again.” He whispers and our eyes connect once more.

He gives my hand a squeeze and I lean in. Our faces are close together, but there’s a table in the way.

I’ve never wanted to kiss someone so badly in my life.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask, my voice low.

“Oh, c’mon! After I just said you weren’t like the others?” He jokes, laughing. He quickly goes back to looking serious. “I’d love to kiss you, honestly.”

He gets up and walks over to my side of the table, his pretty red eyes on me all the time. He leans in and I raise my head up, and slowly, our mouths connect. His lips are soft as they brush against mine, and I feel my heart beating fast.

We part and he looks at me, something in his gaze that I can’t recognise. I get up, my hands raising to cup his face before going in for another kiss. He meets me halfway, his lips parted and eager, and my tongue slips in effortlessly.

This kiss is longer but slower, more passionate. There’s an urgency behind it, but I don’t let him move any faster – I want us to savour the moment.

He pulls away from me, and he looks at the table with the almost full bottle of whiskey.

“I should go home. It’s getting late and I’m kinda tired. Had a bad day at work.”

“Oh! I still don’t know what you do.” I say.

“Well, that’s a question for next time.” He chuckles, leaning into me and burying his head into my neck, giving my earlobe a small nibble.

“Yeah… sure…” I whisper, breathless.

“I… I think we should head to our respective homes. If not, we’re gonna end up fucking right in this room, and I don’t wanna give that half and half bastard the satisfaction of knowing what we did. Although the idea of destroying this place makes me want to do it… maybe someday.”

“Bakugou…” I whisper, my breath hitching in my throat as he traces a finger over my neck.

“Yeah, I know.” He pulls back, panting. “Let’s… another day. I think you’re special and I don’t want to make this day about just sex.”

“I understand.” I whisper, my heart hammering in my chest. I feel all fuzzy and warm all over, and I don’t think it’s just the alcohol’s fault.

I pause. Should I ask for his number or should we just meet up another day?

Go to chapter 72 if you ask for his number (coming soon)

Go to chapter 73 if you ask him out on another date (coming soon)

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The mystery of what is destroying my body continues as I manage biking home twice during the week without it resulting in pain. Thinking my bike was the culprit, I resigned myself to a mostly pedal-less life, and had forgotten the thrill of a cold winter wind’s onslaught to the face, making my nose run and the blood rush to my cheeks. This seems to be the story of my 30s - extreme measures taken in either direction (total abstinence, total destruction) becoming useless, cautiously making friends with moderation, and vitamin supplements. There has sadly never been anything moderate about me, even as a child. Note my early addiction to The Sims, how I would’ve constructed domestic hellscapes until I needed an IV drip had nobody been around to stop me. And conversely, a little before this era, I had taken austere measures to give up the blanket I sucked and chewed on through my infancy, going cold turkey on a rainy family holiday to provincial England. Even then I had no business experimenting with weaning myself off of anything, no time for gradations. I needed either all-encompassing salvation or a terrifying absence. This was back when I used “willpower” to define everything, that nasty little word that would be promptly ripped from my vocabulary in addiction treatment. They told us that willpower is a notion used by the small-minded to punish addicts for trying to stop their own hurt. Plus what is willpower, really, if not the dogged urge to do something you know you shouldn’t until you die?

I guess I have both kinds of willpower in me. But for a lucky few addicts, those who find reality to be an acquired taste, at some point you make the inconvenient decision to try not to die. Then you make the even more inconvenient choice to live. Enter moderation. Boring as hell? Yes. But all time does is let you know that there is literally no other way

An Austrian writer comes to interview me for a German art magazine, an article I will not be able to read in English. He suggests putting it through ChatGPT, that the software has become really quite good. He says he knows university students who have AI write their essays and then have to ask it to deliberately pepper the text with spelling errors to make it seem more human. He also has a friend whose job it is to feed data to AI, who jokes when drunk that if he does his job well, he will no longer have a job. When the writer begins to talk favourably about NFTs I try to maintain composure, but ask a little more angrily than I mean to why, if this is the new frontier of art-making, NFTs are so goddamn ugly. In the end he stays in my studio for over 3 hours, despite my offering him no beverages. I think perhaps I let him stick around for so long because he’s hot, and because he tells me things like “Napa leather is made from the skin of unborn cow foetuses”. But eventually he leaves, by which time it’s dark. The newly curtailed days are hard every year, they still come like a thud. The idea of a 3.30pm sundown in December is unfathomable, and yet it will happen. Considering we live in a world of war and plague and vengeful climate, you’d think there’d be something comforting about this one certainty that the days will get shorter until March and then they will get longer again. There isn’t, really, but for everything else there is the cold plunge

By Saturday I am sleeping heavily and dreaming for the first time of surgical consultations, roused only by a delivery driver carrying C’s birthday gift attempting to get into the (locked) gallery. I plunge, then I close my middle finger in the fridge door, feeling cheated because I thought submerging myself in icy cold water would be the most painful thing I could experience of a morning. I dance, almost twerk (?) to the inaudible music of my own agony, worrying I broke the finger on my painting hand. Later I figure I didn’t, but that I might expect to lose the nail, which darkens with every passing hour. I paint at the studio without pressing on it, which is the most delicately I’ve ever held a brush. The velvet paintings are giving me grief, needing some amendment every single workday. W, who wrote to suggest he produce a couple of songs in return for one of these very artworks, has picked the demos he likes. I even suggest he sings on one of them. Where would I be without one prized art form to leverage for help with another, less prized art form? In some ways it feels like cheating, but I learn more and more that there are very few truly organic beginnings to collaboration. There is usually a transaction, and I guess I can thank my lucky stars it’s not sex, because this would land me exactly zero opportunities

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5 Simple Tips on How to Get More Leads for Affiliate Marketing

The thrilling world of turning your passion into profit, all while wearing pajamas. It’s a dream come true for many budding entrepreneurs. But here’s the catch: to make it rain in the affiliate marketing game, you need one thing — leads. Yep, those elusive creatures that hold the key to your success. So, how on earth do you attract more of them? Fear not, my aspiring affiliate marketers, for I’ve got you covered with five simple tips that will have those leads flocking to you like seagulls to a French fry. So, grab your favorite caffeinated beverage and let’s dive in!

First things first, before we unleash these game-changing tips, let’s talk about the importance of leads in the affiliate marketing jungle. You see, leads are the lifeblood of your business — they’re the enthusiastic individuals who express interest in what you have to offer. They’re the ones who will eagerly click that magical affiliate link and make a purchase, earning you those sweet, sweet commissions. Without leads, well, it’s like trying to swim without water — frustrating and utterly pointless. But fear not, because armed with the right strategies, you’ll soon have more leads than a toddler has tantrums.

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Now, let’s get down to business with these five simple tips that will transform you from a lead-hungry affiliate marketer into a lead-magnetizing rockstar. And no, I won’t suggest sacrificing a goat under a full moon or learning how to juggle flaming swords (although that might make for an interesting video). Instead, we’ll focus on practical, actionable advice that anyone can implement. Whether you’re a seasoned affiliate marketer or just dipping your toes into the vast ocean of online business, these tips will pave your way to lead-generating glory.

Remember, Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither is a thriving affiliate marketing empire. So, buckle up, my entrepreneurial comrades, because the journey to more leads begins here. Get ready to unleash your inner lead magnet and watch your affiliate marketing dreams take flight!

let’s dive deep into the mysterious realm of understanding your target audience. Picture this: you’re wandering through a dark forest, armed with nothing but a dim flashlight. You stumble upon a fork in the road, and you have two options — take a wild guess and hope for the best or unleash your ninja-like detective skills to uncover the secrets of your target audience. I vote for the latter, and trust me, your lead generation journey will be far less treacherous with a solid understanding of the people you’re trying to reach.

So, what’s the deal with this target audience thing? Well, think of them as the Sherlock Holmes to your Dr. Watson. They’re the key to unraveling the mysteries of their needs, desires, and pain points. The better you understand them, the more effectively you can tailor your content and promotions to captivate their attention and steal their hearts (in the least criminal way, of course).

Now, how on earth do you decode this intricate puzzle known as your target audience? Fear not, my friends, for I shall share some wisdom with you. The first step is to define your target audience for your affiliate marketing niche. Are you catering to beauty enthusiasts, tech geeks, fitness junkies, or aspiring chefs? Once you have a clear picture, it’s time to put on your detective hat and get investigating.

Start by conducting thorough research and analysis of your target audience’s demographics, interests, and pain points. Dive deep into forums, social media groups, and online communities where your audience hangs out. Observe their conversations, read between the lines, and take notes like a hawk with a photographic memory. Look for recurring patterns, common challenges, and desires that make their hearts skip a beat. This treasure trove of insights will provide you with a blueprint to craft content that speaks directly to their souls.

Remember, my dear affiliate marketers, understanding your target audience is like knowing the secret handshake to their hearts. So, sharpen your detective skills, put on your empathy hat, and unlock the power of connecting with your audience on a deeper level. Trust me, once you establish that bond, your lead generation efforts will skyrocket like a rocket propelled by passion and understanding.

II. Understand Your Target Audience

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III. Create High-Quality Content

My content creators extraordinaire, let’s talk about the secret sauce to capturing your target audience’s attention and keeping them hooked — high-quality content. Think of it as the delectable cheese on your perfectly cooked pasta; without it, you’re left with a bland dish that nobody wants to devour. But fear not, my friends, for I’m here to sprinkle some seasoning on your content creation process and help you create mouthwatering, irresistible content that your audience will devour with gusto.

Now, what exactly is high-quality content, you ask? It’s not just about churning out words or slapping together a random assortment of images and videos. No, my aspiring content maestros, high-quality content is the art of crafting valuable, engaging, and downright remarkable content that speaks to the deepest desires and pain points of your target audience.

So, how do you whip up this tantalizing feast of high-quality content? Let’s break it down, shall we? First and foremost, put yourself in your audience’s shoes. What keeps them up at night? What challenges do they face? What burning questions do they desperately seek answers to? Your content should be a ray of light that illuminates their path and provides them with the solutions and insights they crave.

Next up, inject your unique personality into your content. Don’t be a bland, robotic content-producing machine. Infuse your content with your quirks, humor, and authenticity. Remember, people crave human connection, even in the digital realm. So, let your content sparkle with your unique flavor and watch as your audience forms a genuine bond with you.

Oh, and please, for the love of all things holy, make your content visually appealing. Think of it as the garnish on your content dish. Use eye-catching images, captivating videos, and engaging graphics to elevate your content to new heights. Break up long blocks of text with subheadings, bullet points, and snappy paragraphs that are as easy to consume as a scoop of ice cream on a summer day.

In conclusion, my content comrades, high-quality content is the key to winning the hearts and minds of your audience. Craft content that’s as valuable as a golden treasure chest, as engaging as a blockbuster movie, and as delectable as a gourmet feast. Let your creativity flow, infuse your personality, and always strive for content that leaves your audience craving for more. Remember, you have the power to create a content empire that’s both remarkable and irresistible.

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IV. Optimize Your Website for SEO

the mystical world of Search Engine Optimization (SEO). It’s like the secret language of the internet — the key that unlocks the gates to higher search engine rankings and leads galore. Imagine your website as a swanky nightclub, and SEO as the velvet rope that separates the VIPs from the masses. If you want your website to be the talk of the town and attract hordes of eager visitors, you need to optimize it for SEO like a boss. So, grab your metaphorical feather boa and let’s dive into the dazzling world of SEO optimization.

Now, what exactly does it mean to optimize your website for SEO? Think of it as putting on your best outfit, polishing your dance moves, and making sure you’re seen by all the right people at the party. SEO optimization involves making strategic tweaks to your website’s structure, content, and overall setup to make it irresistible to search engines like Google, Bing, and Yahoo.

So, my optimization enthusiasts, let’s uncover the secrets to SEO optimization that will make your website shine brighter than a disco ball. First up, it’s all about the keywords, baby. Conduct thorough keyword research to identify the magical words and phrases your target audience is typing into search engines. Sprinkle these keywords naturally throughout your website’s content, titles, headings, and meta tags like confetti at a celebration. But remember, don’t overdo it and turn your website into a keyword-stuffed mess. Balance is key, my friends.

Next, let’s talk about the architecture of your website. Just like a well-designed nightclub with clear signage and organized sections, your website should be structured in a way that’s easy for both search engines and visitors to navigate. Optimize your website’s URLs, create descriptive and keyword-rich meta tags, and organize your content with headings and subheadings like the sections on a VIP bottle service menu.

Oh, and let’s not forget the need for speed! Slow-loading websites are like party poopers that make people flee the dance floor. Ensure your website loads faster than a disco ball spinning at full speed by optimizing images, minimizing code, and leveraging caching techniques. Your visitors — and the search engines — will thank you.

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In conclusion, my SEO-savvy friends, optimizing your website for SEO is like being the belle of the ball in the online world. It’s about using keywords strategically, structuring your website with finesse, and ensuring it loads faster than a break-dancer’s moves. So, put on your SEO dancing shoes, follow these tips, and watch as your website climbs the search engine rankings, attracting an audience that’s ready to party with you.

V. Utilize Social Media Platforms

Calling all social media mavericks and digital trendsetters! If you’re not harnessing the power of social media platforms for your affiliate marketing endeavors, you’re missing out on a party that’s wilder than a group of synchronized break-dancers. Social media is the virtual playground where your target audience hangs out, shares cat videos, and discovers the latest trends. It’s like a bustling nightclub where you can strut your stuff, mingle with your audience, and promote your affiliate products like a smooth-talking social butterfly. So, dust off your best hashtags and let’s dive into the vibrant world of social media domination.

Now, why is it crucial to utilize social media platforms in your quest for more leads? Well, my friends, it’s all about exposure and engagement. Social media platforms provide you with a golden opportunity to showcase your affiliate marketing prowess to a massive audience. It’s like having a billboard in the middle of Times Square, except without the sky-high costs. By utilizing social media platforms, you can tap into the vast potential of viral sharing, community building, and direct interaction with your audience.

So, how do you become the life of the social media party and attract a crowd of eager followers? Let’s unveil the secrets, shall we? First and foremost, choose your social media platforms wisely. Don’t spread yourself too thin by trying to be everywhere at once. Instead, focus on the platforms where your target audience hangs out the most. Are they Instagram aficionados, Twitterati, or Facebook enthusiasts? Find your tribe and start building your empire.

Next up, it’s time to unleash your creative genius and craft compelling content that demands attention like a viral dance challenge. Use eye-catching visuals, captivating captions, and a sprinkle of your unique personality to create a social media presence that’s impossible to ignore. Whether it’s witty memes, engaging videos, or inspirational quotes, let your content speak the language of your audience and make them hit that coveted “Follow” button.

But wait, there’s more! Social media isn’t just about shouting into the void and hoping someone listens. Engage with your followers like a charismatic host at a never-ending party. Respond to comments, ask questions, and create opportunities for meaningful conversations. Show your audience that you’re not just there to sell, but to connect, inspire, and entertain.

In conclusion, my social media aficionados, utilizing social media platforms is like being the life of the digital party. It’s about creating a presence that’s impossible to ignore, engaging with your audience like a social butterfly, and choosing the right platforms to dance the night away. So, grab your smartphone, let your creativity flow, and get ready to make some noise in the social media sphere. The party is just getting started!

VI. Implement Email Marketing Strategies

a treasure trove of possibilities, where you can slide into your audience’s inbox like a stealthy ninja armed with irresistible offers and captivating content. It’s like having a direct line of communication with your most devoted fans, a secret club where only the initiated can enter. If you haven’t tapped into the power of email marketing for your affiliate marketing endeavors, well, my friend, you’re missing out on a chance to build deeper connections and convert those leads into loyal followers. So, grab your virtual quill and let’s explore the art of email marketing like modern-day scribes.

Now, why should you bother with email marketing, you might wonder? Imagine this: social media platforms are like flashy nightclubs, bustling with noise, distractions, and a fleeting spotlight. But email, ah, email is like a cozy café where you can have intimate conversations, share stories, and nurture long-term relationships with your audience. With email marketing, you have a captive audience who has willingly handed you the keys to their inbox, allowing you to engage with them on a more personal and meaningful level.

So, how do you unleash the full potential of email marketing and captivate your audience with every message you send? Let me shed some light on the subject. First and foremost, focus on building a quality email list. Don’t resort to shady tactics or buying email lists from the depths of the internet. Instead, entice your website visitors with irresistible opt-in incentives, such as exclusive content, free resources, or special discounts. Build a list of engaged subscribers who genuinely want to hear from you.

Next, it’s time to craft emails that are as captivating as a page-turning novel. Personalize your messages, addressing your subscribers by their name like a charming host at a grand soirée. Tell compelling stories, offer valuable insights, and make them feel like they’re part of an exclusive club. Inject your unique personality and humor into your emails to create a connection that goes beyond mere promotional messages.

Oh, and don’t forget the power of segmentation and automation. Group your subscribers based on their interests, behaviors, or preferences, and send targeted emails that resonate with their specific needs. Set up automated email sequences that welcome new subscribers, nurture leads, and deliver timely promotions. It’s like having an email assistant who works tirelessly in the background, engaging your audience while you focus on other aspects of your affiliate marketing empire.

In conclusion, my email marketing aficionados, implementing email marketing strategies is like having a backstage pass to your audience’s hearts and minds. It’s about building a quality email list, crafting captivating emails, and nurturing long-term relationships. So, grab your digital quill, pour your creativity into every message, and watch as your email marketing efforts become the secret weapon in your affiliate marketing arsenal.

Conclusion

We’ve explored the realms of understanding your target audience, creating high-quality content, optimizing your website for SEO, utilizing social media platforms, and implementing email marketing strategies. But before we bid adieu, let’s recap the key takeaways from our adventure.

First and foremost, never underestimate the power of understanding your target audience. They hold the keys to your success, so put on your detective hat, uncover their desires and pain points, and tailor your content and promotions to captivate their hearts. Remember, you’re the Sherlock Holmes of affiliate marketing, and your audience is waiting for their very own Dr. Watson.

Next, let’s talk about the magic of high-quality content. It’s not just about churning out words or slapping together random images. High-quality content is the art of crafting valuable, engaging, and remarkable content that speaks directly to the souls of your audience. So, let your creativity shine, inject your personality, and create content that leaves your audience craving for more.

Ah, SEO optimization, the secret language of the internet. Just like a velvet rope at a swanky nightclub, SEO optimization separates the VIPs from the masses. So, conduct your keyword research, structure your website with finesse, and ensure it loads faster than a breakdancer’s moves. Become the belle of the search engine ball and watch as your website climbs the ranks.

But wait, there’s more! Social media platforms are like virtual playgrounds where your audience hangs out, shares cat videos, and discovers the latest trends. So, choose your platforms wisely, create compelling content, and engage with your followers like a social butterfly at a never-ending party. Build connections, inspire, and watch your audience grow.

Last but not least, email marketing — the cozy café of digital communication. Build a quality email list, craft captivating emails, and nurture relationships that go beyond mere promotions. Personalize, automate, and make your subscribers feel like they’re part of an exclusive club. It’s like having a backstage pass to their hearts and minds.

In conclusion, my fellow adventurers, affiliate marketing is a thrilling journey filled with twists, turns, and opportunities for growth. So, embrace your inner Sherlock Holmes, unleash your creativity, and let your digital empire shine. Armed with these five simple tips — understanding your audience, creating high-quality content, optimizing for SEO, utilizing social media, and implementing email marketing — you’re well on your way to unlocking the secrets of getting more leads for your affiliate marketing endeavors.

Remember, my friends, the world of affiliate marketing is ever-evolving, so stay curious, adapt, and continue to sharpen your skills. The possibilities are endless, and with each step, you’re one stride closer to achieving your affiliate marketing dreams. Now, go forth and conquer the digital landscape like the heroes you are!

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PART 2. LOVE IS FAKE, MARRY A WEALTHY SUITOR

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.5k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. thank u guys for all the positive feedback on this series so far and i really hope u enjoy this chapter too ! ^-^ xx sof

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It seemed your subtle pleas to the gods to see the mysterious businessman again had been answered, since only the day after Shouto gave you a $100 tip, you saw him at the cafe.

You looked to the skies with a hint of suspicion. This seemed too easy— You were expecting at least a few weeks of your heart pining as you wondered where-oh-where your dreamy customer could have gone. But instead, after a mere 24 hours later, you saw him enter the store in a pair of pressed trousers and a light blue, button up shirt that was rolled just below his elbows.

Blinking, you drew your attention away from his exposed forearms. You knew he was attractive from your first encounter, but was he always this hot?

Sadly, you couldn’t focus too much on that since he had to get behind the line and obstruct himself from your view, and you had to take the order of the next customer.

“Hi! I can take the next person in line.” You smiled. “Good morning! What can I get started for you today?”

After repeating that five or so more times and starting a few drinks on hot bar, you finally reached Shouto’s place and, thankfully, there didn’t seem to be too many patrons piling behind him.

“Good morning, Shouto!” you greeted when he stepped forward to the counter. “How are you this morning?”

“Better now that I saw you.”

Your smile faltered as your cheeks heated up, but you tried to brush it off with a laugh. While Shouto had the definite looks of a so-called businessman playboy, his words held none of the flirtatious intonation as one might expect. In fact, he sounded like he genuinely meant it— Like he was only stating a simple fact and had no reason to be shameful.

It felt both like an attack on your heart and like a refreshing glass of water at the same time.

“How about you?” he continued.

“I could say the same thing,” you said with a chuckle, but you found yourself meaning everything you told him. Though you didn’t expect to see him again at the cafe so soon, you couldn’t deny the instant he walked through the doors, your morning felt just a little bit brighter. “Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon, but this is a pleasant surprise.”

Shouto had the decency to look a little bashful as he averted his gaze slightly. “Yeah. I…really liked the...cheese danishes.”

Surprised, a small giggle left your lips. “Don’t tell me you finished all three dozen of them!”

“Well…” He looked even more sheepish. “I didn’t exactly… I guess you could say that.”

“I’m glad you liked them so much you came back for more,” you teased, looking down at the pastries from the oven you just stocked. “Sadly, our fresh pastry today is a chocolate croissant. I can tell my manager to have cheese danishes made again soon though!”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll try the chocolate croissants today then. Maybe five dozen this time.”

Five multiplied by twelve… A whole 60 chocolate croissants? Were they all for him? You shrugged, not one to judge. If someone wanted to eat 60 croissants, so be it. Though you did hope he wouldn’t eat it all in one sitting. That might give him a stomachache.

“Alrighty, five dozen chocolate croissants,” you repeated as you typed it into the register. “And would you like any beverages with that? Another flat white maybe?”

“Actually, I’ll have a large macchiato with two extra shots of espresso this time.”

You nodded with a hum. “Long day ahead?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I hope the coffee and croissants can carry you through, Shouto!” you said, wishing his day would go by smoothly. “Will that be all for you today?”

“Thank you, Y/N. I hope so too. And yes, that’s it.”

“Great. $73.24 is your total then! Will you be paying in card again?”

He nodded.

“Go ahead and scan and sign when you’re ready.”

You busied yourself by writing his name and order on a large cup and starting the espresso pulls. Your manager was helping get the pastries and other orders ready this morning, so it was nowhere near as hectic as yesterday.

“Your order will be to your right. It was nice seeing you again, Shouto.” You smiled, giving him a small wave and already wishing you could hold the line up to talk to him longer. “See you tomorrow morning?” you asked almost hesitantly.

He returned your smile with upturned lips of his own. “Yeah. Tomorrow.” Before he left the counter, he pulled out another $100 bill—did he go to a dry cleaners to have his cash steamed and ironed? It was almost ridiculously crisp—and handed it to you. “A tip to show my appreciation for your service.”

“A-Again?” you stammered, eyes wide. That was $200 in two days from just his tip alone. That was more than you made in two weeks when you worked part-time! “Are you sure?”

Whether he had money to spare or not, this was incredibly generous of him and you would never have expected this amount from anyone. And it wasn’t like Shouto made it a scene for everyone in the shop to look at and gawk; he was subtle yet unashamed. Like he wanted to do it for no other reason than to do it.

“Of course. You deserve it for your work, Y/N.”

The customer behind him made an impatient noise and you winced. You wanted to be able to thank him more, but all you had time for was a simple, “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

Shouto nodded in response before walking to the other side of the cafe to wait for his order while you managed the other customers in line, a fuzzy but warm feeling lingering in your stomach from your bizarre interaction. Money or not, you enjoyed seeing him in the mornings and were already looking forward to your brief conversations that would take place the next days to come.

He certainly gave you something to look forward to amidst the inconsiderate customers who barely saw you as human every morning. Sometimes, that was all you could ask for.

When Shouto left the store and the line had died down towards the end of rush hour, your manager approached you with a curious look on her face.

“That guy named Shouto…?” Miyazaki said.

You nodded.

“A friend of yours?”

“You could say that… We just met yesterday’s morning shift,” you said as you finished up the green tea latte for one of the remaining stragglers from the last hour’s boom. “But he’s really friendly I think.”

“You only recently became associated?” she asked, lifting a brow. “It seemed like you two were quite chummy today.” Then, nudged your side. “He was rather attractive don’t you think? And rich-looking.”

Fumbling with the lid on the beverage, you stifled a surprised cough. Sure, you got along with your boss and thought she was one of the more understanding and kind individuals you have worked under, but gossiping about the looks and potential income of a customer with your 56-year-old manager was not on your bingo sheet as a worker here.

“I…” You called out the order for the latte before turning back to your manager. “He is.”

“Ooh, he’s rich?”

“I meant he’s attractive!” you sputtered, feeling abashed at her blunt words. You thought of the tip he gave you in your pocket and his orders of dozens of pastries. “Rich…maybe so. Not that it matters!”

Miyazaki tsked. “Of course it matters! Marry rich and your life will be easier. That’s what my mother told me and what her mother told her.” She shook her head. “Should’ve listened.”

You laughed, feeling only a little awkward. It wasn’t the first time you heard that sentiment from someone older than you. It wasn’t uncommon for family members or even workers you were close to to share that same advice—if you could even call it that.

While you agreed money could make a lot of things easier, marrying someone for wealth didn’t appeal to you. But you recognized that even that may come from a place of privilege to be able to say.

“He seems like a wealthy suitor for you, yes?”

“Suitor—?” you choked out. “No! I mean— We just met! We don’t know anything about each other really.”

She sighed, “Young people and their obsession with marrying someone they ‘know’ for true love. When do you really know someone anyway?” Waving a hand she changed the topic. “But enough of that. What I wanted to say was next time that man comes in here, we can offer him a complimentary box of a dozen pastries— Since he’s spent so much in so little it feels like the right thing to do.”

“Sure. A complimentary dozen.” Finally. Work. A topic you felt much more comfortable talking about. “That, I can do.”

“And then maybe offer a hand in marriage while you’re at it.”

“Mrs. Miyazaki!” you gasped, feeling only mildly affronted.

“I joke.” She ruffled her hair and smoothed down her apron. “I’m going to make more pastries now. Can you hold up the front?”

“You can count on me.”

“I know I can. Thanks for your hard work!”

And with that, she headed to the backroom where the kitchen was to leave you alone with your thoughts in a quiet cafe. Rush hour ended so there were only a few customers trickling in, most much kinder and more pleasant to talk to than the bustling businessmen of the earlier shift.

Throughout your small conversations with the patrons, you found yourself thinking back to two things— One, how interesting traditional values and teachings in collectivist cultures were and questioning where you fell into place with them, and two…wondering about Shouto.

Tomorrow, he had said before he left. You’d see him again tomorrow.

Oddly enough, you were looking forward to it more than you’d like to admit.

— ✩ —

It was the fifth day of the week, the fifth time he had seen you at the cafe, and he was already tempted to see you again. Would it be invasive to get another pastry after work? Would you even be there working at that hour?

Shouto saw you this morning (along with all the other mornings before that) and yet he couldn’t quell the pull he felt towards you with only the short interaction time you had together. But he would take what he could get without being weird.

He had been told in the past he could be too forward and dysregulate his feelings and scare people off, and that wasn’t something he wanted to risk with you, though he was certainly much better at it now with learning and practice. If he was reading things correctly, you at least seemed to enjoy seeing him during your shift.

“You got more pastries, sir?” an employee from the medical supplies sector asked him gleefully. “I swear they get better each time!”

Shouto nodded with a smile. “I’m glad you like it. I’ll be sure to relay your compliment.”

With the dozens of pastries he’s been ordering from your cafe (each order seeming to grow every time he visited after realizing just how much his employees enjoyed it), he would place them around the breakrooms and staff kitchens in the establishment. Those areas were always fully stocked with drinks and sandwiches and chocolates in case anyone needed a little boost, but nothing seemed to bring as much comfort as freshly baked pastries did. And a different baked good almost everyday seemed to give people more to get excited about.

He owed it all to your sales’ pitch and blinding smile that made him want to buy it. And your personality, of course.

His Personal Secretary had started to wonder why she no longer was tasked with his early morning coffee runs, and Shouto had to find a way to answer without saying it was because there was a barista he wanted to keep talking to.

Not even he was that shameless.

The first time, his PS had just called in sick and Shouto decided he might as well head to a cafe himself for the first time in a while. He worried he might have been rusty while ordering, but you did such a good job at being welcoming and guiding the transaction that he found himself actually enjoying it. (Enjoying you, maybe. But it was too soon to admit that.)

And now, after that initial meeting, he decided it was worth half an hour of his day to give his PS some early morning break time and visit the cafe himself.

It was worth it so much, in fact, that the next morning on a Saturday, despite most of his employees being given the weekend off, he still went to buy some coffee and pastries.

“Good morning!” an older lady called as he entered the front doors. Shouto had seen her assisting in shifts and baking pastries when you were busy working the cash register. “What can I get started for you today?”

He looked around the store—relatively quiet compared to the rush hour during the weekdays—and to his disappointment, saw no sight of you.

The current barista laughed, seeming to read his very thoughts. “Looking for someone? Y/N perhaps?”

His gaze shot up, feeling like a kid getting caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to by his guardian. Cautiously, he gave a small nod.

“‘Fraid they have the weekends off, actually,” the lady—her name tag read Miyazaki—said. “But don’t look so down, they’ll be back on Monday morning to greet you with a smile.”

He nodded again, feeling his face heat up. Was he that transparent or did Miyazaki just know too much? “Thank you, ma’am.”

She chuckled, waving him over. “No need to be so formal. Now, is there anything I can get for you? Or were you just visiting in hopes of asking our dear Y/N out?”

“No— I…” Shouto felt himself averting his gaze. “I’ll order something.”

At his apparent discomfort, her mischievous gaze softened. “Of course, hon. Sorry for teasing too much. I was just excited seeing how adorable you and Y/N were.” She cleared her throat. “I mean, that’s not my business. Anyway. What can I get started for you?”

He asked for a macchiato and a couple dozen of today’s pastries, paid, and tipped. (Though, it was initially met with a blatant rejection. He didn’t take it too hard; he knew some older members of society thought of tips as insulting and he’d never force anyone to take a tip if it made them feel bad. But after offering again, she thankfully accepted it.)

When he left the cafe, although the exchange was pleasant enough, Shouto still found himself disappointed he wasn’t able to see you.

At least he had something to look forward to next Monday morning, though part of him wished the day would somehow come sooner.

a/n: hope u enjoyed miyazaki’s words of wisdom u.u FHKDF i’m totally kidding, but if ur asian like me then u kNOW what convos like that are like omg ,, just had my mom and two grandmas tell me that recently :’/ kskskfd but anyway i hope u enjoyed this chapter and liked seeing a glimpse of shouto’s thoughts ;3 tysm for reading!

what to expect in the next part:

more shouto and y/n :>

maybe some ~flirting~ pfft idk idk u.u

some minor...misunderstandings

“hello, zuko here” vibes

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pot valiant - t.h

pairing: bartender!tom x reader

summary: pot-valiant, definition; bold or courageous under the influence of alcoholic drink

warnings: drinking, swearing, smut, dom!tom

words: 4.3k

a/n: i did it!!! bartender!tom was always present in my mind and after that picture (thanks paddy!!) i couldn’t help myself ;))) i hope you guys like this and please let me know what you think <3 enjoy!!

Two weeks, three days, 5 hours, and 22 seconds. That was the time your best friend Briana gave you to mourn your last failed relationship. Once that time had passed, she broke into your house, made you take a much necessary shower, forcing you to shave and wash your hair, while she took care of the mess that was your house. Plastic food containers and cans of beer and Coca-Cola littered both the kitchen and the living room floor, making the house smell like a garbage can.

“Glad to see you’re still alive!” Briana cheered after you got out of the shower, wearing your fluffy robe. “I am but barely. Wow, what did you do to my house?” You asked, being met with a completely different scenario from the one you left.

“I just put out the trash, y/n! Something you should have done before.” Briana scolded you, making you roll your eyes. “Should have waited and put me out too, since I feel like trash!” You groaned, flopping down on your sofa.

“Hey, no, no, no! Get up, y/n! We’re going out!” Your best friend announced, before trying to make you stand. “Noooo, please, Bri! I’ll do anything you want, but that!” You pleaded, but it was of no use. “I don’t wanna hear it, y/n! I didn’t come here to clean your house, I came to take you out of here and that’s what I’m gonna do.” Briana stated, taking your hands.

“Bri, I love you, but please let me stay just a little longer, I’m not ready for the outside world yet.” You groaned, trying your best to convince your best friend. “y/n, I love you too, that’s why I’m here! I can’t stand seeing you like this anymore! Yeah, what Tyler did to you was fucked up, but that doesn’t mean you have to stop living your life because of it.” Briana exclaimed.

“I know, Bri! I know! It’s just… hard for me to wrap my head around the fact he ditched me after all this time and that I’m single now.” You sighed, starting to feel emotional. At that, Briana pulled you closer and wrapped her arms around you, engulfing you in one of her best hugs. “I’m sorry, y/n! I didn’t mean to make you cry again.” Bri apologized, making you chuckle through your tears. “It’s okay, Bri! It’s not your fault, really. I’m just… a mess!” You laughed, drying your face with the robe sleeves.

“One drink. We get one drink and if you still don’t wanna stay after that, we leave. I promise!” Your friend offered, with hopeful eyes. “Fine! One drink!” You sighed, to which she squealed. “Yes! Thank you, y/n! You’re not gonna regret it! I’ve found this new club, it opened just a couple of weeks ago. You’re gonna love it!” She grinned. “Now, go put on your best outfit, we’re going out!” Briana squealed, making you laugh at her excitement.

About an hour later and after a whole lot of makeup and trying on clothes, Briana finally decided you were done with what she called: a Cinderella transformation. Of course, you laughed at her choice of words, and to irritate your friend, even more, you asked if you also should be back at midnight. She gave you the middle finger, before giving up and joining you in laughter.

After a quick cab ride, that could be done by feet, not with the heels you two were wearing though, you and Briana were at the new club she talked about. Once inside, you had to admit your best friend was right. The place looked like a mix of everything you enjoyed, the walls were coated in a beautiful shade of red, while the lounge area was filled with dark green sofas. Different from the other places you had been to, the bar on this one was positioned right in the middle, with bar stools in that same dark green velvet texture, rounding the space. The dim light that filled the space gave a mysterious/sensual vibe, something you were also a fan of.

Briana immediately dragged you to the bar, waiting patiently for one of the many bartenders. While she made her request, you took the time to scan the place, noting some artsy bits that complemented the space. “What can I get you?” A smooth masculine voice took you out of your daze, making you avert your attention to him. Right in front of you, a gorgeous boy with hazel eyes and chocolatey brown curls grinned at you, waiting for your answer. What was even the question?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.” You apologized, making his smile grow even more. “I asked what can I get you tonight, darling?” He asked, making you smile with the nickname. “Oh, uh… a daiquiri, please!” You finally said, not being able to avert his gaze. “Good choice! I’ll be right back, girls!” He smirked, before going to the enormous wall of beverages behind him.

Once he was out of earshot, Briana lightly kicked your bare leg, getting your attention. “Isn’t he hot?” She mouthed, making you roll your eyes. “Really, Bri? Already?” Shaking your head, you went back to looking at your surroundings. “Oh, c’mon y/n! A woman has to eat!” Briana joked, making you both burst out laughing.

Seconds later, hot guy was back, this time with two cocktail shakers in his hands. Like every bartender in the world, he made his presentation while pouring the ingredients into the containers, making sure to really flex his arms while shaking it. Not that you noticed.

With two glasses in front of you, he poured the drinks in, doing the finishing touches before serving them to you. “Two pretty drinks for two pretty ladies, enjoy!” He smirked, before going back to his business. “Oh God, he only gets better!” Briana jokingly fanned herself, making you laugh. “He’s just doing his job, Bri! How many times do you think he used that one?” You asked your friend, who rolled her eyes at you. “You’re no fun!” She groaned, putting her tongue out.

Briana was only halfway through her Cosmopolitan when one of her favorite songs started to play. She made everything in her power to make you go with her but you denied her offer, stating you were fine watching her from the bar. With her drink in her hands, she made her way into the dance floor, purposely shaking her booty at you, which made you laugh and almost choke on your barely touched drink.

“Not into dancing?” The same voice from minutes ago asked, startling you. “Oh, no! Not today, at least!” You shrugged, offering him a smile. “So, what brought you and your friend here? I’m Tom, by the way!” He asked, cleaning the surface in front of him, making the watch he wore catch the fluorescent lights of the club. “y/n! And to be honest, she dragged me here.” You told him, giving into their usual small talks. “Wanna talk about it? I’m a pretty damn good listener!” He offered you with a smile.

You took a deep breath, asking yourself if it was really a good idea to share a part of your life with a stranger, and since you weren’t going to step foot on the dance floor, you thought this was the next most reasonable thing to do. Right? “Well, I was into a two-year relationship that ended a couple of weeks ago, and apparently staying inside your house, eating takeout food, and crying over stupid romantic movies is not a very healthy thing to do, so today she went to my house and here I am.” You smiled, taking a sip of your drink.

Once you looked at Tom, he gave you a pitiful look, to which you shrugged. “That’s not even the worst part though.” You said, the alcohol in your system already making the choices for you. “Instead of calling me or sending me a text asking to talk, you know, like a normal person, he invited me to his parents’ tenth-anniversary party and broke up with me in front of his whole family, claiming I wasn’t what he wanted in a relationship anymore.” With a raise of your glass, you finished your sad story, downing the rest of your daiquiri.

“Damn, what a dick!” Tom breathed after a couple of seconds, making you chuckle. “Oh, well! Cheers to single life, I guess…” You said, raising your now empty glass. “Need a refill?” He asked, pointing to the glass on your hands. “Please!” You huffed, before thanking him. “What will it be now?” Tom smirked, seeing your thinky face. “I don’t know, something strong.” He nodded, giving you two thumbs-ups, before going back to the wall to collect the ingredients.

Once the song ended, Briana came back to you and you two chatted until Tom came back with your drink, waiting for your approval. “It’s good! I like it! Thanks, Tom!” You smiled, locking eyes with him. “Do you want a refill too, darling?” He asked Briana, to which she said a beer would be fine. Once he was off, you felt your best friend's eyes burning a hole in your skull. “What?” You asked, impatiently. “We’re already on a name basis then?” Briana smirked, making you roll your eyes at her. “Yeah, I mean, he introduced himself, what did you want me to do?” You snapped and that was enough to her smirk double in size. “Okay, girl! You sure you don’t want to go home then?” She asked you for what felt like the fifth time. “Yes, Bri! I’m good! I promise!” You assured your best friend before she once again was off to the dance floor.

You quietly took sips of your new strawberry drink, watching from afar as your friend seemed to get her eyes on a specific guy for the night. She gave you a wink, making you roll your eyes at her antics. “She seems to be enjoying herself.” You heard Tom’s voice, turning the barstool to find him looking at you. “Yeah, she always does!” You agreed, taking another sip of your drink. “So, you’re from here?” He asked, sounding interested. “Yeah, I’m a local! You?” You said, raising your brows. “Same!” He smiled, going right to the next question.

The conversation kept going for most of the night, Tom attended some clients, while you took sips of your drinks, and once he was free, he was right back at you with another round of questions. Seeing as Briana wasn’t by your side anymore, you welcomed his company, glad at least this way you wouldn’t be left alone. “Museologist? I’ve never heard that before!” He grinned, making you chuckle. “Yeah, it’s not very common. Basically what I do is investigate and preserve material cultural stuff, like paintings, sculptures or constructions and immaterial, such as traditions and folklore.” You answered and Tom couldn’t help but find adorable the way your eyes lit up while you talked.

Briana came back after a couple more songs, sitting by your side and asking Tom another beer. “So, found your prey?” You joked, making her laugh. “Actually, I did! See that blonde? With the samurai bun?” She pointed and you nodded once your eyes landed on him. “Nice, Bri!” You complemented, giving her a playful high five. “Right? And he’s so sweet and smart and funny! He even asked me if I wanted to go to his house.” She blurted, seemingly disappointed. “And?” You asked, not getting why she reacted that way. “Oh, no! I’m not leaving you. I dragged you here so I’m taking you home.” Briana exclaimed, to which you rolled your eyes. “Bri, I’m totally able to call a cab and go home by myself. I’m fine, I promise! You can go with Mr. Samurai bun if you want.” You assured her, seeing her eyes widen. “No, y/n/n! I promised you!” She protested, making you groan. “I’m fine, Bri! Go with him!” Once again, you insisted. “Are you sure?” She asked and you had to laugh at her. “I’m not a child, Bri! Now go, he’s not going to wait all night!” You teased, getting a hug and a kiss on the cheek from your friend before she was off.

“Lost your friend?” Tom asked once he was back from his bartender duties. “Yeah, it's just me now and I think I’ll actually call it a night and go home.” You told him, making him frown. “Hey, not to sound creepy or anything but are you going by yourself? Because that’s not very safe and my shift ends in like ten minutes. If you want, I can accompany you.” With hopeful eyes, the boy in front of you smiled, making your heart flutter just a tiny bit. You thought about leaving a stranger accompanied you home, you really did, but something in your gut told you it was fine, Tom was a good guy and would never do anything to harm you. So, you went with it. “Yeah, that would be great, actually.” You smiled and ten minutes later, you were both leaving the club, at 3:30 in the morning.

Tom offered to call a cab but seeing as your house was only a few minutes away, you asked if it was okay for him that you guys walked. He agreed and with the moon illuminating your steps, the pair of you made your way into the almost silent streets. You guys kept talking and occasionally your hands would brush on one another, which caused little butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Once in front of your apartment building, you stopped, having no idea what to do next, since you were in a relationship for the last two years.

“It was nice meeting and talking to you, Tom!” You said, opting for the easiest way out. “Yeah, the feeling is mutual, y/n!” He answered, stuffing both of his hands in his pockets. “Thank you for… listening.” You mumbled, making him chuckle. “Of course! Whenever you need!” He smiled, not moving a muscle. “I’ll see you around, then. Bye!” With a little wave of your hand, you made your way to the door, while Tom watched you from his place. “Sure! Bye, y/n!” He exclaimed, making you smile, finally entering the building.

That’s how you found yourself going back to that same club every Friday, getting a couple of drinks while talking to Tom, then being escorted home by him. You had been doing this for almost a month now and Briana was starting to get suspicious. It was Friday again and she had just called you while you finished getting ready. “So, any plans for tonight?” She asked, already predicting your answer. “Not really, just gonna get some drinks and head home.” You said while clasping your black sandals. “Tom’s gonna bring you home again?” You sighed, already knowing where this conversation was heading. “I don’t know, Bri! If he wants to.” You looked in the mirror for the last time, before taking your bag and heading out. Once Briana finally hung up, you threw your phone into your purse, getting into the cab.

The routine was the same, you got in, spotted Tom, sat in one of the many barstools, and waited for him to approach you. “What can I get this beautiful lady today?” He joked, a smile wide on his face. Today he was wearing a simple black shirt, tight around his muscles, the watch still sat proudly on his wrist, and his curls were a little bit messier than most days. “You know you don’t have to waste your pickup lines with me, Tom.” You smiled, watching his reaction. “Okay then, what can I get this grumpy old lady today?” He smirked, making you chuckle. “A Sex On The Beach, please?!” You grinned and after a quick wink, he was off.

The rest of the night passed like magic, you didn’t even see the time pass and once you took a look at your phone, you saw that it was almost time for Tom’s shift to end, which meant it was time to head home. The chilly London air hit as soon as you stepped out of the club, making you shiver, seeing as you were only in a dress. Like the gentleman he was, Tom took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders, and although you protested, saying he was going to catch a cold, he assured you he was fine with his shirt.

You didn’t know what you were thinking when the words “Do you wanna come inside?” came out of your mouth but now was definitely too late to take them back. “Oh, yeah! Sure!” Tom agreed, making you smile. The short lift ride was awkward and once you walked into your apartment, the feeling only grew. Tom stayed pretty close to the door, with both of his hands in his pockets, while you put your purse away and turned on the lights. “Welcome and sorry for the mess.” You said, going back to the living room. Tom just smiled, before saying, “You call this messy? You should see my house!” You both laughed and the tension was back in the air. “Do you want anything? Water, wine, beer?” You offered, taking off your shoes and his jacket, putting the both away. “Water would be good.” He said and you quickly made your way to the kitchen, shaking your head to try and get rid of some very intrusive thoughts.

“Thanks!” He smiled, taking the glass from your hands, while your eyes kept focused on his arm and the prominent veins and the way his shirt was almost being ripped by his bicep. “y/n? You here?” Tom’s voice brought you back, making your face grow hot with the knowledge you got caught. “Yes, sorry!” You apologized, watching as his smirk grew in size. He placed the cup on the small table by your door, before taking a couple of steps closer. Slowly, as if testing the waters, he put his hands on your hips, leaning the smallest bit in, not taking that stupid smirk off of his face.

His smell was intoxicating, the mixture of alcohol and mint was definitely making your mind clouded. “Tom…” You whispered once he was only centimeters away from you. “What is it, y/n?” He asked, looking between your eyes and your lips. “Kiss me!” You almost pleaded, his smirk the last thing you saw before his lips were crashing into yours. The feeling was new, you hadn’t kissed anyone since your ex-boyfriend and you couldn’t help but compare them. Tom’s was so much better though, his lips could be thin but they held so much power on them, his mouth worked like magic against yours, and before you knew he was pulling away, completely breathless. The pause didn’t last long though, he looked so good with his lips plumped, the tiniest of the smirks still proudly on them, you just couldn’t help yourself and launched yourself at him.

You backed him against the wall, moaning when you felt his tongue entering your mouth. Tom placed both of his hands on your ass, squeezing it before asking, “Bedroom?” Without breaking the kiss, you pointed in the direction of your room and before you knew it, he was carrying you in his arms. You squealed, wrapping your legs around his torso, before going back to his lips. He placed you on the bed, making a trail of kisses from your neck, all the way to your stomach. Once he positioned himself between your tights, he looked at you with his bright brown eyes, asking if he could take your dress off. You nodded and after a little bit of a struggle, he took the thin material out of your body, leaving you in just a pair of white underwear. “You’re so beautiful!” He whispered, going back to your lips and attacking them with kisses. “Tom, please…” You moaned, growing even more eager to feel him. “What do you want, darling?” He smirked, loving seeing you like that. “You, I want you!” With a shake on your voice, you pleaded and he finally took the clue and went to work.

After another confirmation from you, he discarded your panties, tracing his fingers through your now soaked folds. “You look amazing, y/n!” Tom breathed before going straight to your core. You let out a moan as soon as his lips touched you, making your whole body shake with pleasure. “And tastes amazing too!” He purred, focusing on his task. Your moans only grew louder when he pushed two of his slender fingers on your heat. “Fuck, Tom! Feels so good!” You blurted, not being able to control yourself. “That’s it, baby! I can feel your walls clenching around my fingers. Tell me how much do you wanna cum.” Tom whispered, making you clench even more, only by his words. “Wanna cum, Tom! Please…” You were never this talkative in bed and not once has a guy been this dominant with you but you couldn’t say you weren’t enjoying it. “Cum for me, baby! Wanna hear you scream my name!” He mumbled and finally lost control. Your whole body shook with pleasure and you had to contain yourself from closing your thighs around Tom’s head.

Once you came back from your high, you opened your eyes to find Tom already looking at you, with some of your wetness still glistening on his chin. “You alright?” He asked, concern coating his words. “Yeah!” You smiled, before going back to his lips. With a quick move, you straddled him, helping him take off his shirt, letting his chest perfectly exposed for you. You lowered yourself, leaving a trail of kisses on his jaw, neck, collarbones, chest, each one of his abs, and finally, his perfectly sculpted v line. “Are you sure? You don’t have to, I’ll be perfectly fine by just giving...” You interrupted his mumbling by attaching your lips to his, hoping it would be his answer.

With the rest of his clothes discarded, you couldn’t help but admire his body. He was perfect. Sculpted by the gods, even. After wetting your hands, you took his cock, pumping a few times before attaching your lips to it. You twirled your tongue, tasting his precum, feeling him grow harder and harder on your hands. “Holy shit, you feel so good, y/n!” His words of encouragement were enough for you to start moving your head up and down, taking his member into your mouth inch by inch, until he was bucking his hips. “Fuck! You’re bloody amazing, darling!” He praised, while making direct eye contact with you, “But if you want more, you better stop before I coat your throat with my cum.” You had to admit, his dirty talk was doing something to you.

Releasing his cock with a loud pop, you climbed on top of him, kissing his lips. “Do you have a condom?” He asked between kisses. “Bedside table, first draw.” You answered and after a loud smack on your ass, you got off of him, both of you wearing playful smiles on your faces. Tom opened the foil package and rolled the material into his member, positioning himself at your entrance. “You sure you wanna do this?” He asked, making sure you wanted this as much as he did. “Yes, Tom! I want you to fuck me!” You said, kissing his lips.

With both of his hands on your hips and a huge smirk on his face, he pushed himself into you, making you moan. It took you a few seconds to get used to him and once you nodded, Tom started to move, bringing another level of pleasure to your body. “Fuck! You’re so tight around me, y/n!” He whispered, biting your earlobe. “Tom, fuck me harder!” You pleaded, wanting nothing more than to be railed by him. That seemed to take Tom by surprise but he was quick to obey your wish, thrusting harder and harder into your soaking wet core. “You look so beautiful like that, all sweaty, begging me for more!” He kept praising you, feeling how much you liked when he did.

With both of his arms by your head, he caged you, tattooing your face with kisses. “Feel so good, Tom! Please, make me cum!” You mumbled, by now barely able to form sentences. Tom was quick to obey and once his fingers found your clit, rubbing small circles in it, you were gone. Toes curling, you arched your back, getting a handful of the mattress in one hand while the other scratched Tom’s back. “Fuck, y/n!” With a final thrust of his hips, Tom reached his high, moaning your name like it was the most beautiful prayer.

He collapsed on top of you, leaving a long kiss on your lips, before getting up and tossing the condom on the trash. You went to the bathroom to clean yourself up, seeing as you were too tired to take a shower, and asked him if he wanted that too. He agreed and once you were decent enough, you put on clean panties and his discarded shirt, asking him to join you on the bed. Of course, he accepted, he wasn’t planning to go anywhere either so, after putting his boxers back on, he climbed on the bed with you.

You quickly doze off but right before you did, you admitted to yourself that, like most of the time, Briana was right, and going to that new club wasn’t a bad idea after all.

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all-might-can-smash-me · 3 years

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Masquerade

Hawks/Keigo Takami x Reader

Summary: you run into a man who helps you take a short break from the life of a party that could bore anyone to death, he says he has his own agency and struggles with people recognizing him, but that doesn’t ring a bell for you.

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The sound of laughter, shuffling expensive fabric, obnoxiously loud conversations, and the smell of expensive beverages wasn’t quite your scene as you stood amongst a circle of people. You stood and listened to them boast and brag behind their little shades or masks that were there in hopes of masking their identities along with their hero names that may or may not have been flattering or embarrassing. Those awful conversations filled with champagne did not mix with the classical music that played from the live, mini sized orchestra either and it could almost make a cringe burden your face behind the simple masquerade mask you wore, but you always caught your emotions from glinting across your face, it was a skill that you needed to learn and master from a young age. That is what came from being conditioned by the commission itself you guessed from early on in your life. Guess you could chalk it up to being old habits that would forever stick to you.

“And you! You were elected as the commission’s designer right? So you get to play around with costumes for heroes all day? Play dress up?” Questioned one of the heroes in the little circle. It perturbed you a bit, you expected to go all night without anyone asking you questions and seemingly being passive aggressive with it. Or that person be slightly intoxicated as well since you could hear the slur in their words and sway in their step. So what do you do?

“Of course, what else would I be doing?” You replied back with a charming smile, flute of champagne soon brought up to your lips as you took a small sip, everyone’s attention now back to their bragging and constant and silent battle on who was the best among them. None of them however were in the top 100, that's for sure.

Your eyes now quickly darted around the room. You wanted an escape, but then what? Find yourself in another circle of heroes who tried to compensate for their lack of popularity? Or have someone else belittle your place in the world? Sitting by yourself didn’t seem at all bad, but what goof will that do? Sitting by yourself in a room filled with people obligated to do good? They would probably approach you and offer to sit with you like the nice popular girl does to the weirdo at school before homecoming queen is voted for. Oh well, you guessed, might as well do as you go. You slowly backed away from the circle, the others preoccupied with themselves.

“Oh no, I’m not interested..” A man spoke out, a woman seeming to follow with every step he took away. He let out a small exclamation as he felt something solid run into his side. You gave a sigh, mouth about to open to scold the person who had bumped into your side, though soon you felt your body be turned, the person who had almost made you soil the front of your dress with your champagne now had their arm around you. “You see, my wife here wouldn’t appreciate me gallivanting around with strange women, isn’t that right dear?”

You were confused and maybe even slightly dazed as you heard the man say that, You were even more in a daze as you looked up to the masked figure and to the red wings that were almost sprawls magnificently out from behind him, glinting under the many lights upon the chandelier above. A little clear from his throat made you come back to your sense as you brought that charming smile you were told to do over and over again, giving a soft nod of your head as you looked to the defeated woman before you.

“You are correct about that dear, I wouldn’t appreciate you going out with mysterious women that aren’t me!” You said with a laugh, flute placed upon a tray of a passing waiter, hand now placed upon the man’s chest, the woman profusely apologizing before scurrying away to hide her embarrassed self amongst the many crowds and to possibly avoid the man’s face along with your own.

“Lets go honey” He spoke, you giving a vigorous nod of your had as took his arm, following after his casual steps and past the many groups of people and passed the open curtains that covered the tall entrances to the many platforms that lined the ballroom. This particular one clichély led to the gardens of the venue. You didn’t care how cliché it was though, you were glad to now catch a break from the annoyances that walked and spat all over those polished ballroom floors. “Man, that was close, thanks for playing along” He said as he let a sigh of relief.

“I should be thanking you, I don’t know how long I could take all those ridiculous conversations anymore” You said as you let go of his arm, taking the liberty to step ahead and down the marble steps the lead to the grass that almost seemed to be fake by how perfect it seemed to be. “Mind entertaining me for a bit? Before we either have to join the party or leave?” You asked with a small smirk to which he only returned as he followed in your shadow, hand soon lifting the small train of your gown. “Lets sit for a bit” you suggested as you sat down upon a small stone bench that was sat off to the side along the cement path that led through the garden or various bushes of flowers and fruit. The masked man sat beside you, the train of fabric he once held now piled onto his lap.

“I would have thought this mask would have hidden my identity, too bad my wings are a dead giveaway” He mumbled, though you only raised an eyebrow at him before looking off onto the garden. “What?” he asked, you only shrugging your shoulders.

“Just that I find you conceited. I don’t know who you are” you pointedly out with a matter of fact tone as you folded your hands on your lap, the other, who you guessed was a hero, looked at you in bewilderment.

“You live under a rock or something lady?” He asked as he ruffled his feathers a bit, face scrunched up with his confusion as you looked back to him accusingly, hands snatching the trail of your dress from his lap, tossing it to the ground as you got up.

“For your information I am a costume and weapon concept designer for the comission...so its pretty much my job to do business with who they tell me about and keep to myself about anyone else.....and gossip magazines and drama news channels isn’t really my thing if you are only known for being controversial.” With that you were marching down the path towards the garden, the man now scrambling up and easily catching up with you.

“Whoa there, I’m sorry, I’m just not use to people who really don’t know who I’m and when I say that I really am not trying to sound so....”

“Douchey?”

“Yeah....douchey” he confirmed with a small laugh as he looked over his shoulder and to the classy party that was still carrying on within the fancy walls of the ballroom. “Look...I’m Hawks” He finally said, reaching out a hand, which you only gave a small glance before you sighed, your hand soon giving his a firm shake. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise” you spoke out, though you only stiffly and sassily turned away to continue your walk along the crackless cement path, Hawks now falling in step beside you. You were glad, just by a tiny bit, that's all you would admit to yourself as you looked over to him. “So, you area hero I’m guessing? Judging by your name?” You asked as you clasped your hands behind your back, Hawks shoving his hands into the stiff pockets of his trousers.

“Yeah, I am. I have my own agency in Fukuoka city. I have plenty of sidekicks registered with me, but really they end up being my cleanup crew. I’m a little to fast to keep up with” with a sheepish smile he looked down to you who only nodded your head with a hum before looking back ahead. “I can control my feathers from my wings, helps fulfill my need of being a constant mutli tasker” he joked a bit, which you gave a small laugh as you looked to his wings he now stretched out behind him fully. They only seemed to put you in awe as you raised a hand questioningly, only letting your hand softly brush against the red feathers once he gave a nod of permission.

“You seem pretty young, that is a lot you’ve got accomplished” You complimented, your steps now coming to halt as the two of you now made eye contact. Though he looked away to now look up to the starry night.

“I could say the same for you, you are the same age or yet probably a year or two younger” he pointed out before he looked down to you, waiting expectantly for an answer. you gave a nod of your head.

“What can I say? The commission liked what I could do and plucked me right up after my graduation” you said with a small roll of your eyes and a sarcastic chuckle. “Can’t complain, I wouldn’t be standing here with all these opportunities handed to me.” a sigh was soon pushed out into the cool spring air, Hawks giving a soft nod before looking back down to you.

“Yeah, I’m all too familiar with that...” you were just about to open your mouth to ask him a question before you cellphone had began to blare out it’s annoying ringtone, causing your to scramble for it within your bag to finally answer it, walking a bit ahead to hush words into the device before hurrying back.

“I’m sorry, but I have to leave!” you shouted as you were already running off as fast as your heeled feet could take you, Hawks trying his best catch up, but once you had begun to weave through the groups, he lost you. With a curse he got swept away in a group, now to only be left to wish to see you again.

“Good morning!” Called the secretary as you sipped tiredly from your coffee and was now skillfully opening your office door despite the binders and folders that were balanced on your arm. “You had a delivery this morning, so i placed it on your desk” called the secretary as you entered your room, eyes landing upon the flowers that rested in their vase on your desk.

“What in the world....” you muttered out as you settled the things down on the work table nearby, now stepping up to the vase that held the arrangement to pluck off the note that sat in it’s little plastic holder.

‘I didn’t even get the chance to ask for a number let alone an email address or something...so here is mine -Hawks’ and there was the number and there was the stupid grin that managed to crawl on your face as you sat down at your desk now admiring the flowers.

“Goodness..” you mumbled out as you grabbed the remote for the tv that was mounted onto the wall, turning on the channel, listening to the voices as you prepped your desk for the work you were about to begin.

“Number two hero Hawks made an appearance at the ball for Hero and all Hero support personnel and sidekicks hosted by the commission to raise donations for the damage caused by....” Though the rest of the words now drowned out from your ears as your mouth was now agape, you now sitting up straight within your chair as you stared down to the name ‘Hawks’ scribbled on the small piece of cardstock.

“What?!” You exclaimed. Wow...you really escaped that ball with the nation’s number two hero and didn’t even know.

How embarrassing...

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memzhay · 3 years

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I believe Rhett now has a collection of enchanted items around the castle? And Link keeps stumbling upon them just trying to clean up. He lives in a castle right? He thought it be a good idea to enchant blankie but turned out it wasn't.

Greetings, you magical sweetie!

Hark, ye! There be 1200ish words magically hidden below. Dare ye venture into realms of magic and whimsy featuring @theredquilt? Click below and all shall be revealed.

Drunk Wizard Rhett does indeed live in a castle, though he has been thinking of doing some major renovations. He looked in on a universe recently where there was this delightful little cottage surrounded by flower gardens on the greenest of emerald green hills in the midst of lush farmland. So tranquil! So serene! He was betting Link would absolutely flip out if he came home from grocery shopping and their place was now the cutest most picturesque farm ever.

Conversely, he once saw a movie where someone had a high-tech base of operations inside the caldera of an active volcano. Now that was bad ass! Had panache in spades, but when he thought of the air-conditioning bills, he wasn’t sure it would be worth the hassle. You know home projects. Always so much more involved and expensive than planned, and the logistics of forming an active volcano via magic were… well, ambitious. Ambitious enough that Rhett decided, “You know what’s bad ass? Castles. Castles are bad ass!”

That blanket is actually very interesting. It is the only object in the entire castle that Rhett has no idea where it came from. I mean there are loads of things he doesn’t exactly remember acquiring, things from all kinds of universes, some enchanted some not. But the red quilt is different. It’s not that he doesn’t remember where he picked it up, It has just always been there. Rhett suspects it somehow predates him, but that doesn’t make any kind of sense.

He has considered trying all manner of enchantments on it. However, one must be cautious when bespelling an object that has already been bespelled or has a magic of its own. Especially if you don’t know exactly what that magic is. It’s like putting too many mixers in a Long Island Iced Tea. Next thing you know instead of a tasty beverage engineered to get you sloshed in a hurry, you now have a sloppy frat party accident that tastes like old Halloween candy and regret. He would never do that to his precious blankie!

One afternoon, Link was in the library playing Yahtzee with Tiki and Bav Neva. Well, they started out playing Yahtzee, but now they were really just shaking the dice around in Tiki, turning him upside down on the table, and seeing if Bav Neva could prophesy the results of the roll. She was extremely good at it, of course. One does not become Oracle of the Sacred Grove of Improbability for shits and giggles after all. They rolled again and again, and she never once started shouting about blood and fire. Probably because Tiki kept fawning over her in amazement anytime she guessed the dice correctly.

Rhett came up behind them and quickly bundled Link up in the red quilt, wrapping him up tightly and squeezing him in a ferocious bear hug from behind.

“Empty your mind and tell me what you feel!” Rhett commanded urgently.

Link giggled. “Um startled… Amused… Not gonna lie, a little turned on?” he confessed at the feeling of Rhett’s powerful arms squeezing him from outside his blanket cocoon. “Origins of your blanket bothering you again?”

“It does greatly vex me,” Rhett admitted. “It feels like something from that one universe, you know the one with the great hipster donut place, and that version of me that thinks he is so much more ‘real’ than the rest of us?”

“Oh yeah,” Link agreed. “You’re really funny in that universe.”

“Hmmph,” Rhett harumphed. “He thinks he is,” he muttered under his breath. He released Link and pulled the blanket from his body, slinging it over his shoulder. “In any case, Link, I require your assistance with some most urgent magical business.”

“Of course,” Link readily agreed. “Anything to help.”

“Excellent,” Rhett said pleased. “I have devised a series of magical trials so that we can determine once and for all what is so magical about my favorite blanket.”

“Well, that is certainly some urgent magical business,” Link said with a chuckle.

“Firstly,” Rhett carried on, “We will drape the blanket over the backs of some chairs from the dining hall and crawl underneath it, turning it into a secret magical fort. If the blanket thinks of us as secret confidants, it may reveal it’s mysteries unto us.”

“Next, should that prove unfruitful,” Rhett continued ambling over to the cauldron of enchanted ale, drawing a fresh goblet, and giving it a meditative slurp, “We shall take the blanket out onto the grounds of the castle, lay it upon the earth, and have a picnic on it. Perhaps the combination of the elements, the earth, the air, the sunshine, the merriment of revelry upon it, shall make it let it’s guard down enough that we might discover it’s secrets.”

“Finally, should it become absolutely necessary, we will lay it down flat upon the bed. We will both lay at the foot of the bed and roll ourselves up in the blanket. Rolling over and over each other in a maneuver that shall from now on be known as ‘wizard sushi’. I’ve given it a great deal of thought, and I firmly believe we should be naked for this stage of the trials,” he said seriously. “Except for my velvet slippers because I don’t like my feet to be cold,” he quickly amended.

“It only makes sense,” Link answered seductively. These magical trials were starting to sound like a lovely way to spend an afternoon.

“If the blanket does not become adequately disoriented by the repeated rolling about and reveal itself to us, we might have no choice but to have sexy times while so encased within it. It’s a bit of a Hail Mary at that point, but could work,” Rhett concluded.

“Worth a shot,” Link agreed. “It’s important to be thorough.”

“Then grab some pillows and let us away to the dining hall,” Rhett proclaimed, exiting the library with the red quilt draped majestically over his shoulder.

“Hey Link,” Tiki called. “Before you head off on your magical blanket mission, could you maybe put me and Bav Neva on that shelf in your room next to the window so we can watch the waves for a while? Maybe put down some of those nice cloth napkins so Bavs doesn’t get chilly?”

If it were possible for a prophesying skull chalice to smile demurely, she was managing it very nicely.

“Sure thing, Tiki,” Link agreed with a wink. Not dreaming of standing in the way of some drinkware romance.

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delu-jean · 3 years

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

(Jean x fem!/reader) -> Angst -> 4.7k

Notes: Sorry for updating a lot later than expected! Here’s chapter eleven, and twelve will be out as soon as I write it. Hope you enjoy!

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During the night, you had no dreams or nightmares. It was simply peaceful, calming, and warm. Having him beside you (though he was on the floor) gave you the utmost comfort. He was really here with you, resting to the side, while you did the same. Such a feeling that was yearned for, had finally found its way back to you. The first night in what seemed like forever where you actually slept through calmly.

You woke up the next day to see the sun peer in. Through the crack of your blinds, highlighting the walls of your cozy room. The birds, though silent, remained present as the wind rustled quietly. Jean lay on the floor. His hand still clung onto yours from the night before. His grip felt secure and gentle when holding yours. His hair laced over the pillows, as his body was barely covered by the sheets. Only now did you realize how much of a mover he was. Though that was the case, he still miraculously held you through the night. Without causing any discomfort whatsoever.

You wanted to sit in this moment for a tad longer, but knew you would have to ready you both for the day ahead. You tried to slip out of his hand, but to your failed attempt, he gripped even tighter. He really wasn’t going to make this easy. You tried yet again, using your other hand to assist. Regardless, his one hand and few fingers kept you grounded. You thought that was the end of things, but he then pulled you in. Locking you in a tight embrace. You shook your head, both flustered and disappointed. You needed to get away from him, yet here he was, keeping you captive.

“Jean...Jean I need to get up-”

“Not again...no...never,” he mumbled.

It seemed as if he was sleep talking. If he was conscious, he probably would’ve laughed at you by now. You were sad to hear such words. He had gone through so much trauma to the point he couldn’t let go of you.

“I’m not leaving...not yet at least...so Jean, don’t worry and please let me go,” you cupped his cheek as it sank into your touch. His head now leaning towards you, and his face at a closer range. Smiling at the reaction, you then heard a knock coming from outside.

“Hm...I have to go now,” he seemed less tense than earlier. It must’ve been because of your words since he actually let you go. You got up, put yourself in a cardigan, and quickly tied your hair. Maybe this time it was actually Reiner, for goodness sake you would now need to leave a candle there. Just in case next time, it’s a crazy psycho and not Jean.

You opened the door, ready to attack if it was anyone threatening. Though hesitant, you let your guard down, opening the door even wider.

“Ah Y/n! Long time no see,” you stared at the woman, flowers in one hand, while treats in the other.

“Alexandra, what are you doing here?” you smiled shocked.

Alexandra was also a person from the military. An Eldian soldier who commanded her own squad. Though your rank was a tad higher than her’s, she was never too far from you. You both conversed here and there. Though you weren’t as close to her as you were with the warrior unit, you were both mutually acquainted. Enjoying each other’s company from time to time.

“I just came to drop by. If you’re busy, I can come sometime later today,” you didn’t want to be rude and reject her. Even though Jean was over, you assumed that if he had heard someone else (other than you) in the house, that he would keep quiet.

“No no no, I insist. Come in, I’m free,” you led her inside for her to then place the gifts on the table. Now that you thought about it, this was the second time she had been to your house. That being said, you were surprised she still had this place memorized. Not only that, but you were surprised she had come out of the blue. Did she have something important to share, what drove her to come?

“Curious are we?” she laughed as your eyes widened, embarrassed.

“Of course not-”

“Haha, you’re not a very good liar Y/n~”

“I guess you’re right about that,” you grinned as you started to prepare tea. She was just such a lady, and plus, tea complimented any situation. So why not make some now?

“Hm lovely. Earl Grey if I’m correct?”

“Haha, yes you are,” you then placed a cup down. Pouring the tea as she patiently waited. Crossing her legs and setting the treats she brought across the table.

“I’m sorry I’ve come so early in the morning, it’s just that my squad is going to be shipped out sometime tomorrow...so I wanted to say my goodbyes before then.”

“What do you mean? I know you’ll come back,” you smiled as she followed hesitantly.

“Yeah...of course I will,” you then set the teapot down, as she took a sip.

“Hey so...I heard that someone might be getting married,” you start to drink your tea, eyeing her suspiciously.

“Who?”

“Who else but you,” you choked on the beverage, wondering as to how she would know such a thing. You then tried to play things cool, hoping the subject would slowly avert.

“I’m still not understanding?-”

“You and Reiner silly. It’s been going around everywhere...didn’t you know?”

“No...I...I didn’t know that others knew?...”

“Ahh I see. Well, from what I know, the town seems content with such a proposal. The ladies have been talking about what kind of future you both might have, even with the limited time. Not only that, but Reiner’s mother seems ecstatic with both the arrangements, and attention being given,” you then bite down on your tongue. Never would you have thought things would escalate so quickly. Rumors that weren’t even confirmed, yet spread like wildfire. She then placed her cup down, grabbing one of the deserts to munch, and then covered her mouth. She spoke, trying to keep her manners while also enjoying the treat.

“So, have you prepared a wedding dress, did he give you a ring yet, or are you both going to wait for the day of?”

“No...I haven’t been given a ring, nor have I gotten anything.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah…”

“Hm...well okay. Let me ask you a different question.”

“Of course, whenever you’re ready,” she then finished, and took a sip. Eyeing you as you sat uncomfortable, not sure what her next approach would be.

“You do like him, don’t you?”

“Um...well...I...I would say-”

“You know, I’ve always thought the both of you were...how do I say it, cute. Very cute actually.”

“I’m sorry, what?” you laughed a little, thinking she was being sarcastic. Whereas she was being quite serious.

“You two have always seemed so close. You both respect each other, take the time to have one on ones, you also put in the effort to see each other’s families, and just...so much more. You’ve always seemed like a couple, or, couple goals to say the least. Not only that, but you seem to genuinely care for each other. You give words of affirmation, and he gives you acts of genuine affection.”

“How would you know such a thing?” your brow cocked as she sighed.

“My dear, it’s called observation. Speaking of observing, you can’t deny that Reiner is very attractive.”

“I-”

“I mean, he’s a total catch. He’s a very good looking gentleman. One that actually takes care of his hygiene. He’s presentable most of the time, and treats you like the lady you are. Giving you the respect which you deserve. Very attractive in my opinion. Chivalrous, yet understanding of a lady’s worth.”

“I agree with that,” though your feelings for Reiner were platonic, what she stated was...somewhat true. Just disclude the whole “wanting to kill you,” along with the “using you as a way to cope,” and vice versa.

“So you do like him?” she asked as you sat there, not sure about what your response would be.

“Well…” a question then sprung in your head. You put your cup down, to then eye her yourself as she locked her gaze. Awaiting for whatever your answer would be.

“Alexandra what if...what if there was someone else?”

“Someone better looking than Reiner?”

“I...I guess so,” you chuckled as she stared at you in shock.

“No way...did you get with Porco? Wow...you surprise me the more I get to know you-”

“Wait a minute, you think Porco is more charming than Reiner?” You cut her midway through, baffled to say the least. Now you were the person in shock as she smiled cockishly. Proud of such a statement.

“Well...yes...yes I do,” she said shamelessly as you now laughed.

“Wait, but why? I’m genuinely curious,” you said, obviously having a different opinion.

“First of all, his undercut is both sharp and clean. Not only that, but the dirty blonde really suits him. His build is nice, along with the fashion he portrays. Though not too out of the ordinary, you can tell he puts in the effort to look his best.

The energy he gives off is adventurous, dark, and mysterious, you know? But at the same time, he also seems like a gentleman. One who’s misunderstood, yet has a soft interior. His eyes seem to hide an excruciating pain, yet his smile is one full of brightness, and laughter,” you were surprised about how philosophical, and passionate she was when describing Porco...Porco of all people. No offense to him, but you would never see him in such light.

Regardless, she seemed proud to say such a statement, as she then asked you:

“And you? Just what about Reiner intrigues you? I understand for some reasons, but more than Porco?” you nodded to then state:

“I can’t guarantee my description will be a full fledged english essay. But oh well, here it goes,” she listened intrigued, ready to hear your rebuttal.

“Well, he does have a beard. Though Zeke’s is fuller, Reiner’s compliments his face structure. He has a very um...broad build, the blonde suits him well, and over all, is a very sweet person. Compared to Porco, I would say he has a much more timid nature. Don’t get me wrong, he can speak his mind, but is a little more sensitive when doing so. That being the case, I feel as if he’s more relatable. Though, I may be saying this because I’ve known him for longer, outside of Marely of course, I just think he’s the better option-”

“The better option, so he is an option. Meaning that you feel attracted to him. Leading to the conclusion that you like him,” she grinned maliciously as you panicked.

“Um well...I wouldn’t say that…”

“Interesting...but my point still stands haha. If you ever need someone to help you prepare for the occasion...if I come back...I’ll be sure to aid you.”

“Of course,” she then stood up, placing the flowers in a vase. Grabbing her bag, her coat, her hat, standing before you.

“But before I go, just who is this other person?...Are you really seeing someone?”

“I…” you weren’t sure what to say to her, as the hesitation rang in your voice.

“No...I just wanted to know what your thoughts would be,” You know you should have told her yes, but you just couldn’t. You didn’t want to add any more fuel to the fire, and if you couldn’t even tell the warriors, telling someone else shouldn’t have been an option.

“I see, well...farewell Y/n. Let us meet again, and if not here...somewhere else…”

“Yes, of course,” you smiled happily as the door then shut.

You were glad that one, she came to visit you, and two, that things were now over. You sat in your seat, stretching out your arms to hear another knock. Except this time, it was coming from behind you. Your head then flung backwards, your smile growing even wider as your chair tilted.

“Good morning handsome~”

“Good morning beautiful, how are you?”

“Greater than ever, how about you? Did you sleep well?”

“Magnificent. Also yeah, I did sleep well...surprisingly,” you both laughed a little, as you then got up, placing breakfast for the both of you. Though a little full from the meeting before, you still wanted to enjoy a meal with Jean. After all, it had been so long since the last time you did. And plus, that was during your time as a cadet. You weren’t able to enjoy such a feast in the morning.

You both ate in silence. Both of you trying to enjoy the food, and each other’s company. Letting the peace around settle in. Once you had finished both eating, and cleaning up after yourselves, you then decided to speak, asking:

“Did you hear the conversation I had earlier? I’m assuming you probably woke up because of it,” you didn’t ask how much he heard. You instead wanted to see how much he did hear from the man himself. He put the cloth he was holding down. Similar to you, he wanted to see if you’d tell him anything from the conversation. So he asked:

“Was there anything important I should be informed about regarding it?”

“No…” you lied guiltily, but you didn’t know how to handle it otherwise. He then decided to hint you with what he knew, by saying:

“Hm...Is Reiner really your type? Do I have to buff it up, go blonde, and grow a stache?” he then touched his face as you laughed. Both out of silliness, and nervousness. You felt worried knowing he heard that much of your conversation. Meaning, he knew you hadn’t denied Alexandra even once.

“Haha no! I love you just the way you areeee!”

He then looked at the ground, leading him to stand up.

“If that’s the case,” he leaned against the wall, staring at you intensely.

“No? Y/n, why did you say no?” you sighed in defeat, seeing that he most definitely was on your tail.

“I can’t tell her I’m dating a ‘devil’ from Paradis,” you said, trying to make an excuse.

“You wouldn’t have needed to tell her that...just saying yes should’ve been a good enough answer. You didn’t have to say no.”

“I know…”

“Then why did you?..”

“I just...I’m not even sure myself-”

“About this...us?...” he stopped himself while clenching his fist. Though he was annoyed, he didn’t want to push that onto you. He knew you cared about your relationship, and plus, it sounded petty for him to say.

“Never mind...it’s not a big deal.”

“I see…” you agreed, still feeling guilty as he then asked:

“You’re not planning on marrying him...right?”

“Hm,” you think to yourself. Though your mind had run blank, he certainly did not as it ran with rage. Seeing you hesitate when the answer should have been obvious. He just couldn’t handle it, along with his sense of inferiority. Though he had matured, there were still times where acted otherwise. This being one of them.

“I can’t believe you didn’t say no, almost immediately-”

“You know I won’t Jean…”

“Then why didn’t you tell off your friend? You didn’t deny the proposal, or your affection for him.”

Jean wasn’t jealous, rather, frustrated. Frustrated that you weren’t using your words (yet again), nor telling him any of your thoughts. It's like watching a movie with no audio, he wasn’t able to understand your actions even when seeing them. Without any coordination, communication would never reach his side of the spectrum.

He scrunched his eyebrows, and pinched the bridge between them. Though that was the case, he was trying to be patient with you. After all, this was something new and he didn’t want you to feel pressured. Nor did he want you to feel like it was completely your fault. Even if it was, he wouldn’t have known unless you told him so.

“Look Y/n...I really don’t want to fight, especially over something like this. But in order for me to understand things, even if it does hurt my feelings, I need to understand your thought process. That way, I’m able to clear up any misunderstandings. You tend to keep your mouth shut, and that’s not something that we need as of right now. You know how I feel, now it’s your turn,” you were still hesitant, feeling pressured as he approached you. He looked into your eyes. His stare was desperate, yet understanding. Patting your head as you gazed upwards.

“I’m sorry for acting like that...but you know...your actions do hurt me, especially when I don’t know where you’re coming from. So can you please...try to explain?” he pouted as you sighed, ready to convey how you felt. He seemed excited seeing that you were somewhat ready, feeling like a proud father...which was something he didn’t feel often (having both Connie and Sasha). It was a weird metaphor, but the only one which could describe the moment.

“I wasn’t sure if I should tell her. Although I do trust her, it could get out. You never know. Plus, I didn’t want to deny the proposal yet. I still need to talk things out with Reiner, and his mother” he seemed a bit disappointed, leading you to then hug him.

“But I can promise you, it’s something that won’t happen. I love you, and you alone,” he then wrapped his arms around, returning the favour. Him hovering over your top half, as you hugged his torso, still in your seat.

“I see...thanks for that but...I think I’ll still go blonde-”

“NO! I like your brown hair, it’s cute!”

“Cute eh? I guess I’ll keep it then,” Him then smirking at the ego boost, as you sat flushed.

“I love your hair as well.”

---

After breakfast, you both decided to make plans. Heading out for a walk in the park, wanting to spend more time together. If anything, you could conclude it as being a date. You went out for lunch, and strolled together while conversing. Though walking was a great thing, so was sitting. That being the case, you both sat on a bench. Hands intertwined, feet swinging, and him calmly humming. Moments had passed in such comfort for him to ask:

“What’s happened in your life? Well, other than becoming part of the military, and all of the boring stuff.”

“Nothing much, how about you? What’s been happening in yours?”

“Ah...I can’t say too much about that,” he nervously said, as you backed off, understanding it wasn’t something to be said aloud. You both then sat awkwardly, only for you to ask something that you had been curious about.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened? After I left...the truth if possible,” you knew Jean was a truthful person, you trusted him, but you also knew he would sugar coat things to make you feel better. That being the case, you wanted honesty. No matter what. Afterall, you deserved to hear such criticism if needed. It was the least you could do to attone.

“I guess I’ll start off lightly. Um...we did find the cellar, the one which Eren’s father resided in. We also took back Shiganshina, though now mainly used for military purposes...I think. Not only that, but your horse has been doing fine.”

“Violet? How about Buchwald?”

“Yeah, him too. They’re pretty good friends in my opinion,” he looked at you to see that you weren’t content. It seemed as if you wanted to know more, rather than being shielded by the lightness in his words. Since you could make your own decisions, so could he. Deciding that he would tell you instead of keeping you from things. Things that you honestly...deserved to know.

“After you died...I barely slept. I couldn’t eat, train, or even walk for that matter. I was pretty malnourished during that time, refusing to have a meal. I did that feeling guilty that you couldn’t have it with me. You passed and yet I still lived?...it didn’t seem fair no matter what was said. I was pretty grumpy as well. Angry, sad, and confused. Not knowing what to do.

When Marco died, instead of mourning, I instead used it as a way to motivate me. To push myself even further for humanity, so that his death wouldn’t go in vain. But with your death...I couldn’t even. It was too painful to even bring up. Thinking of it as my motivation, seemed both coward like, and sickening.

Everyone else was pretty moody as well. Not sure how to approach such rogue behaviour from me, nor how to accept your death. Even though I made the biggest ordeal, they still mourned. However, even though that was the case, what matters is that you’re alive now. We’ve also talked things through, and now I’m here...with you,” he grasped your hand, smiling softly. The guilt that now built in your stomach, remind you of the pain you put him through. Not only that, but the anguish which held him captive for so many years. Though you put him in such a position...he was still willing to forgive you?

You stared at him. His eyes broken, yet also...in the process of healing. Although you couldn’t change the past, maybe you could alter the present, concluding in a better future for you both. You smiled as his thumb caressed your knuckles, loving the warmth. You sat there for a second, to then ask:

“Tell me...is Berthold alive?...in Paradis?” he then stopped, as he looked at the ground. You understood the answer, based on the actions given.

“How did he die?”

“Armin...ate him-”

“What? That’s only possible if-”

“We had spinal fluid? I know,” you sat there spooked. Just now finding out Paradis had such information, climbing up the latter as you spoke. They’d probably catch up to your wits eventually. Though that was the case, and you could have worried even more, you decided against it. Knowing this wasn’t the time to.

Instead, you decided to focus on Bertholdt. He was really gone...though you assumed it would have been better than being held captive, it still hurt. He must have felt so much pain going through that. Not only did he get eaten, but he was alone. None of you were there to help, nor witness such a sight. It saddened you as your eyes teared. The sweetest person, the only person who didn’t want to fight, was finally taken out of it in such a brutal way.

Jean saw the distress that struck across you, as he then wiped your tears. Trying to console you the best way he could. He knew what it felt like to lose a friend, heck he even thought he lost you. It was a process that hurt a lot...but one that would come to pass.

“What about everyone else?...”

“Hm...everyone is fine...especially Sasha and Connie. Those two are still as lively as ever,” he smiled as you followed suit.

“I’m glad they’re still the hooligans they were.”

“Yeah…me too.”

“How did you get here?...and why are you here?” you asked, genuinely wanting to know.

“Shh...it’s a secret,” he joked, obviously trying to avoid the question. After he answered, you could feel the tension in the air. One not wanting to tell the other everything just yet. You both trusted each other...yet felt as if your intentions...were something to keep behind closed doors…. For now at least.

Jean then sighed, gripping onto your hand even tighter. He, along with you, tried breaking the ice. Him with his actions, and you with your words. Though it felt a little awkward, you still wanted to carry out your conversation.

“You know, even though I tried pushing things aside...after leaving...I could never get over the departure. Separating from you, our comrades, and the place that made me feel...happy...normal...and well...loved,” grinning he then draped his arm over you. Your hand then grabbed his which lay on your chest, both intertwining whilst you both were even closer.

“Also...I’m surprised you didn’t move on. Especially after all of that time,” his expression then changed into a curious one.

“What do you mean?”

“Well...you thought I died. Not only that, but you're quite the ladies man. So I wouldn’t see you having much to...any difficulty actually.”

“I could never Y/n...though it sounds childish, you were my first love. I couldn’t imagine leaving you for someone else, even if you had passed. I would’ve died an old stallion,” he dramatically said as you burst out laughing. He loved seeing the face you’d make when you were happy. How lovely the corner of your lips would lift, the way your eyes crinkled, as your brows lifted the slightest bit. He was glad he could see such a sight, and that he was the cause behind it.

“Who said you won't, ya horse!”

“HEY! I’M NOT ONE!” laughter continued to fill the atmosphere. Both you and him adding your humor to the mood. Laying your head on his chest, and moving in closer.

“You know, if we ever do part ways...don’t feel bad, okay?” you stated.

“What do you mean?”

“It can apply to anything but...I mean death to be more specific. You never know what will happen in the midst of battle.”

“Hm...I guess so”

“But, the guilt will live with me forever. No matter what because...I just love you that much,” you smile to yourself and nod.

“I too, love you just as much...Jean. And I always will.”

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While you two were enjoying your moment, being yourselves, cherishing each other’s presence, Zeke was not having any of it. He didn’t hate the sight of you being with someone else, it was just that...he thought your priorities lay elsewhere. Both in loyalty, and worth ethically. That being the case, he decided to do the only logical thing. Crash. The. Party.

So, he crept behind the both of you, clawed his hands, and placed them on your shoulders screaming:

“BOO!”

“WHAT THE HECK!” you then smacked his arm, quickly squirming away from Jean.

“Heh, good morning to you as well, Y/n. Now, who’s this we have here?” Before you could respond, Jean sighed, extending his hand. He knew that if he let you talk, you would be put in another awkward position.

“My name is...John. A friend of Y/n,” you wheezed internally. He just had to pick the most generic name, one which sounded like his own. Zeke grabbed his hand, and shook it.

“Ah...nice to meet you John. Anyways, Y/n...Reiner has been looking for you all morning. His face seemed urgent, so I think you should go see him,” though Jean wasn’t pleased, with both Zeke, and the fact you had to leave (him for Reiner), he approved of the notion with a small nod.

“I’ll see you later, Je-John.”

“Yeah...same here,” he then walked the other direction, leaving both you and Zeke to walk towards HQ.

“Were you lying, about Reiner?” hand in his pocket, as the other smoked up a storm.

---

“No, I wasn’t. He actually was looking for you.”

“I see.”

“Also Y/n, just for the record, know that I’m not dumb, nor oblivious. I know what stunt you two were pulling off, trying to lie to me, tch,” he said, clearly annoyed. You inhaled the smoke of cigarettes. Not sure what to tell him. But you were also...laughing a bit. Actually enjoying his reaction since you’ve never seen Zeke so frustrated out of work.

“I see I’ve upset you?”

“Whatever you rascal. How long have you been with him?” he smiled as your hands clasped.

“We really are just friends. I met him at a pub, nothing much has happened between us, nor will anything in general,” he sighed as his tone became a lot firmer. Though he didn’t believe you, he still had something to say.

“You need to be more careful. If it were someone else who had seen, even more rumors would've been speculated, you know that? Plus, friendship or not, know where your priorities stand,” you choked on your saliva, trying to cough as his words caught you by surprise.

Before he could say anything more, the gates to HQ then opened for the both of you to see...Reiner...running as fast as he could.

“Reiner?...”

“Y/n! You’re here!”

“Yeah...I am….”

“I need you, let’s go,” he then dragged you elsewhere as Zeke stomped on his cigarette.

“You may need her...but does she actually need you...Reiner?”

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“You Can’t Just Leave Like This...” (Part Two) - Jungkook

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“Do you think I’m doing the right thing, Joonie?” you asked your friend over the phone as you made your way to the coffee shop.

You were meeting your ex boyfriend just to talk, as he had requested and you agreed, but as you were getting nearer you began to question everything.

“Only you know the answer to that (y/n)-ah,” Namjoon replied, “I know you haven’t seen him in a few months, since Jimin’s party, and you still can’t seem to stop thinking about him, right?”

You bit your lip and exhaled, a cloud of your breath escaping into the cold February air.

“Yeah...”

“And I can tell you he is still pretty miserable. He asks me about you all the time and tries to convince me that if you got back together he would do everything differently.”

Your heart pounded as Namjoon continued,

“I say ‘Listen Jungkook-ah, I’m not the one you should be trying to convince, but if you hurt her again then you’ll definitely have a lot of explaining to do’.”

That made you smile.

“You’re such a good friend, Joon.” And you meant it.

“Hey, I try,” he paused, “Just... be smart okay? Listen to your heart, of course, but also your head. If it doesn’t feel right then leave, and if it does... well we both know Jungkook is a good person. Maybe our maknae just needed to grow up a little. No matter what I will be here for you, okay?”

You sighed.

“Okay. Thank you.” you stopped in front of a business a few paces down from the coffee shop, “I’m here. I guess I should go. Wish me luck...”

“Good luck (y/n). Fighting!”

You ended the call with Namjoon and took a deep breath. You glanced at your reflection in the store front window. Your cheeks and nose had become bright red from the cold. You fixed your hair that had become slightly messy from the wind and adjusted your outfit, a long coat, sweater and skinny jeans. You wanted to appear confident and like you had been doing well without him, though on the inside you felt the complete opposite.

As you entered the coffee shop, the warmth and aroma of freshly brewed coffee immediately made you feel more calm. That was until you spotted Jungkook in his usual booth, tucked in the corner and hidden from most of the other patrons. Your heart sped up. If he had been feeling miserable like Namjoon said he certainly didn’t look it. He looked good. Too good. He was looking down at his phone so he hadn’t seen you come in, and you noticed an untouched mug at the opposite end of the table from him. Slowly you approached, your palms sweaty, your heart pounding in your ears.

As you got closer his eyes finally met yours and he shuffled to his feet. He bowed deeply at you, and when he came back up a blush had formed across his cheeks.

“Hi, (y/n),” he greeted softly. Your name on his lips again made your legs weak.

“Hi,” you squeaked out, removing your coat and placing it on the seat of the booth.

Jungkook motioned to the mug on the table.

“I got your favorite, what you always used to get. I remembered.” He said proudly with a small smile on his face.

You thanked him as you both sat down. You didn’t look at Jungkook as you took a sip of the drink in front of you. To your surprise, it was exactly what you always used to get. You never thought Jungkook paid attention whenever you ordered here.

“What are you drinking?” You asked, pointing to the mysterious transparent and yellow colored beverage in front of Jungkook. He picked it up and swirled it around.

“Um, it’s kombucha. I’ve heard it’s good for you I guess. I’ve been trying to be a little healthier.”

You finally looked up at his face. His skin looked so smooth, his hair was shorter than the last time you saw him, and that’s when you noticed the blue tints at the ends of his black strands.

“You changed your hair again,” you observed out loud.

He ran his hand through it and readjusted the bangs that had fallen over his forehead.

“Yeah..” he chuckled, “You know me, I can’t seem to stick to one color or style very long.”

There was a pause as you looked down at your hands.

“Well it looks good. You... look good,” the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Jungkook gave you a small shy side smile.

“Thank you. You do, too.”

There was a pause as you nervously rotated the mug in front of you. Jungkook sighed and sat back.

“I hate that this is so weird...” he said, biting his lip and looking down at his hands.

You agreed but replied,

“Yes... but you wanted to talk, didn’t you? So please, talk.”

You nodded to him. You were done with the awkward pleasantries and couldn’t wait to hear what he had to say any longer.

He took a deep breath and shut his eyes tightly in thought before speaking.

“I recently learned a saying in English,” he started, “I believe it goes something like ‘You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone’? Well... that sums up exactly how I’ve been feeling since you left, (y/n).”

You couldn’t help but scoff and shake your head. Of course he didn’t realize all you did for him until you weren’t there to do it.

He sat back up and rested his elbows on the table, gazing at you with his big brown eyes. You couldn’t look at him.

“But that’s exactly what I’m saying (y/n). I-I was such an idiot, worse than an idiot. I was so focused on my work and myself that I neglected you... I realize that now. I come home from the studio but there isn’t dinner waiting for me. Every room in my place is a mess. When I’ve had a bad day there isn’t anyone waiting for me to hold me and comfort me,” you looked up at him and noticed tears welling up in his eyes. He put his head down trying to hide them, “God, I don’t know why, maybe I just got used to it, but when we were together I didn’t realize how much you did for me, for us. And I’m so sorry, (y/n). There is no excuse, really, but I want you to know that I am sorry.”

He sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand before continuing,

“You were right, you know, when you left that night. You deserved so much better. You deserved someone who would make you dinner after work, clean the house for you, comfort you when you had a bad day. Someone who listens to you when you have a problem. And so much more. How I became so selfish and unaware I have no idea. Maybe because you were my first really serious relationship. Maybe because I was afraid... I don’t know. I needed to grow up, to learn a lesson, and I’m sorry you were the one there for it all. It was all so wrong of me, and I am so truly sorry.”

You were crying, too, now, his words making your heart ache. How did he know to say exactly what you needed to hear?

He rubbed his puffy eyes with his hands and took in a shaky breath before adding,

“I will say this... I have been a wreck. There hasn’t been one day since you left that I haven’t thought of you and of us. Please, (y/n), if it’s been the same for you please tell me.”

You swallowed hard.

“Of course it has. I think about us constantly, Jungkook.”

He scooted closer to the table and hesitated briefly before putting his hands on yours. You let him, the strength yet softness feeling so warm and familiar.

“Then maybe... maybe we can try again?” He whimpered out softly.

You shook your head and looked up into his hopeful eyes.

“I-I don’t know, Jungkook. I just-,” you squeezed your eyes shut, “I felt so unappreciated. And like you just didn’t love me anymore.”

More tears fell from your face at your overwhelming emotions. You wanted to give him a second chance, you really did, but you were so afraid of giving in too easily.

He rubbed his thumb along your palm.

“I know, (y/n), I know. I fucked up. I see that now. But I do appreciate you and I do love you. I really want to show you just how much.”

You released your hands from his and wiped your tear-stained cheeks. You took a deep breath, hearing Namjoon’s words repeat in your mind

“Listen to your heart, of course, but also your head...”

“How-how can I be sure, Jungkook?” you questioned quietly, “How can I be sure things will be different this time?”

He ran a hand through his hair and licked his lips.

“Because (y/n)-ah... I can’t lose you again. I can’t.”

You couldn’t help but notice how much his response sounded like a cheesy romantic movie, but when you looked up at him his face was the most afraid and sincere you had ever seen it.

“I know I’m asking a lot from you, a lot that I don’t deserve, but if I may ask one more thing it’s that you find it in you to have faith in me again.”

You stared into his blood shot doe eyes that were pleading with you. They searched yours for hope, for an answer.

Your heart ached for him. To be held by him again. To make him laugh again. To share everything with him again. This had been the hardest 6 months in your life without him.

You were glad he was able to face and admit his mistakes and recognize them in himself.

You took a deep breath.

“There’s another saying,” you said, “It goes ‘Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me’. If I give you another chance, then that’s it. It has to be different, way different.”

Jungkook’s eyes got wider, his lips curving into a small smile. He reached toward you again.

“It will be (y/n)-ah, I swear.”

You shook your head.

“Cause I definitely won’t do this a third time, Jungkook. So don’t make a fool out of me.”

His hands went to your face gently and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

“I won’t, I won’t. God, I missed you. I missed you so much. I will never do anything to make you leave again.... I promise.”

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goldnratio · 4 years

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Inconvenient Interruptions (Spencer Reid x reader)

Summary: the team has to catch an unsub at a nightclub. spencer is paired up with female reader. they flirt, dance, and confess some feelings.

Warnings: briefly mentioned killings, some touching and kissing, microscopic teen wolf and beetlejuice references, a little ooc Spencer I think, and some guns at the end

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I’m thinking of doing a part 2 that’s smut but idk yet,,, this is a hot mess but enjoy :))

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Going undercover wasn’t so bad, you’d done it plenty of times while working for the BAU. Usually you’d go by yourself - with the rest of the team and local cops outside - or with a partner, and that sometimes meant you’d portray friends or lovers. Having been paired up with everyone on the team at least once, you’d probably say that you preferred pairing up with Spencer Reid. You were comfortable with the whole team, but you felt different with Spencer. You liked him, and you only hoped he felt the same. If not, then all the casual flirting back and forth would have just gone waste.

This case involved another serial killer, identified as forty-one year old Adam Raeken, that was going around Los Angeles, California and preying on all types of young couples. He seemed to have favored night clubs; abducting a couple from one club, and disposing their bodies somewhere near a different club. So far, he managed to abduct and kill six different couples without getting caught, and your team was hoping to catch him before he got a seventh.

After learning when and where Adam would strike next - around 9:30 PM at a club a few miles from the LA police station called ‘Dante’s Inferno’ - every available unit was going to be deployed.

Turned out, ‘Dante’s Inferno’ was a pretty big club, both in size and popularity. In an effort to try and catch Adam without causing a mass panic, every officer and agent was to go in plain clothes, along with the law enforcement waiting outside.

Even though the informant gave a rough time estimate, the team got there when the bar first opened at 8:00 PM to keep tabs on everyone who walked into the club.

—

Hotch made you and Spencer partners, assigning you the task of focusing on scoping the bar area for Adam.

You’d chosen a short, red bodycon dress that hugged your curves with matching heels and a loaded gun in your bag, acting coy with Spencer while you all waited for Adam to show up.

“What’s a girl like you, doing in a place like this?” Spencer said as he got comfortable in the bar seat next to you.

You take a sip from your non-alcoholic beverage and grin, “You use that opener with all the ladies?”

“Just the gorgeous ones.”

“Well to answer your question, I’m looking for someone.” Your smile feigns innocence, except Spencer can see the humor in your eyes.

“Really? A pretty girl looking for someone? I would’ve guessed someone here would be looking for you.”

“Most days, but tonight is special. He’s unique.” You wink at Spencer and he laughs.

“I’m sure he is. With a woman like you after him, he’s a lucky guy.”

You sigh dramatically. “That depends on if I find him tonight,” you take another sip from your drink, “if not, I’ll have to go home all by myself.”

“Oh please, I’m sure any man in here -“

Static coming from your earpieces interrupts him.

“Reid, (Y/L/N), if you could focus on the case, please.”

“Sorry, Hotch,” you blush, looking away from Spencer.

“Yeah, sorry, Hotch,” Spencer cleared his throat, “we’ll focus.”

“You can flirt off the clock after we’ve caught Raeken,” Emily teased.

You saw her down at the end of the bar with JJ and stuck your tongue out at her. JJ tries not to laugh as Emily fake gags.

“Ladies, if you can keep it together for the rest of the night, you can have your pick of a wine bottle from my cellar,” Rossi chuckled.

“Got it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You bet.”

No one saw, but Hotch rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

You quickly scanned the other people at the bar and a portion of the dance floor, making sure Adam hasn’t showed up early.

Your attention directs back to Spencer when he puts a shy hand on your waist and leaned in close to your side without the earpiece and microphone, so close that you felt his hair tickle and his breath hot on your skin.

“You know, we were ordered to come in plain clothes.”

Two can play this game, you thought.

Placing one hand on the back of his neck to play with his curls and the other on his bicep, you lean forward towards his earpiece-less side. “Plain clothes just means ‘not a uniform.’ This look like a uniform to you?” You softly squeeze his bicep, sitting up and taking another sip from your beverage.

Spencer simply shakes his head and smirks. “I just realized I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress.”

“I don’t think a dress, much less one like this, would be...appropriate…in the field.”

“I think I could imagine a few places it would be appropriate,” Spencer countered.

“Yeah?” You hum, “like where—“

“Alright it’s nine o’clock. Make sure you are on alert in the next twenty-five minutes so that we’re ready if he sticks to the time,” Hotch interrupts.

A series of ‘okay’s’ are heard in your earpiece.

“and (Y/L/N), Reid? Just because you’re not talking into the earpieces, doesn’t mean we can’t hear you.”

This time, it’s a series of your teammates’ laughs in your ear.

“Right, sorry...again,” Spencer answered.

You gave a small laugh and issued your second apology as Spencer excused himself to use the restroom.

—

As soon as he got in the restroom, Spencer took out his earpiece. Right before he walked into a stall, the restroom door opened and revealed none other than SSA Derek Morgan, who also took out his earpiece.

“Reid, my man!” Derek clapped his hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Who knew you had that kinda game in you, buddy?”

“Oh my god, Derek, please don’t do this now,” Spencer deadpanned.

“Do what?”

Spencer can’t help but give him the ‘seriously?’ look.

Derek smiled. “Look, kid. All I’m going to say is that it’s obvious you’re both into each other, you should go for it.”

“That’s just it, I don’t know if she really likes me or it’s just the friendly flirting or the fact that we’re technically undercover right now!”

“Kid, I’ve gone undercover with (Y/N) before, and trust me when I say that her flirting with you is real. And I’m sure you’ve noticed that she doesn’t ‘friendly flirt’ with anyone else other than you.”

Spencer sighs. “You really think she’s into me?”

“Of course I do. You’re a great guy, Reid. You two deserve each other.”

“Thanks, Derek...but is that it because I came in here to actually use the restroom.”

“Oh,” Derek laughs, “my bad, Reid. I just came in to wash my hands but I’ll let you get to your business.”

“Right...see you out there.”

—

When Spencer made his way back to the bar, the last thing he expected to see was a man trying to hit on you. He walked a little faster to you and noticed how your eyes lit up when he got there.

“Oh look! Here he is!”

The mystery guy looked at Spencer, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of this man making a move on you while he wasn’t there.

“Who are you?” He asked Spencer in a bitter tone.

Spencer took a step closer to you and put an arm around your shoulders, “Her boyfriend.”

Luckily the man got the hint and left, and Spencer’s arm loosened up on your shoulders.

“Sorry I left, I didn’t think anything would happen in such a short time.”

Reaching for one of his hands and you give it a quick squeeze. “It’s not your fault, and um, thank you.”

“No problem.”

You both sit in silence - as much silence that’s possible at a crowded club with music that’s blaring, until you hear a familiar beat. You glance at your watch, it's almost 9:10 PM and you realize there’s time to have some fun.

“Hey,” you look up at Spencer, “you wanna dance?”

His instincts almost kick in to say no. But then Derek’s restroom advice is ringing in his head, ‘you should go for it.’

He gives you a hesitant smile, “Yeah, let’s go.”

“Okay, just a sec.” You reach for your earpiece. “Hey guys? Spence and I are gonna scope out the dance floor.”

“You sure you’re not going just to dance with Pretty Ricky?”

Spencer blushed.

“Yes, Derek. We are also going to dance, we have to blend in.”

“Just stay focused,” Hotch reminds you.

With Hotch’s semi-blessing, you grab Spencer’s hand and lead him to the middle of the dance floor.

At first, Spencer is a little stiff, but you’re patient with him as he tries to find a rhythm that works for him. In any other circumstance, Spencer would’ve lost his mind trying to dance to music so loud that he can feel it in his bones while surrounded by sweaty bodies. He can only tolerate it because you’re with him.

Only because it’s his large hands that have a tight grip on your hips.

Only because it’s his long fingers dangerously close to the curve of your ass.

Only because it’s your hands in his hair.

Only because it’s his eyes your gaze is burning into.

Only because it’s your body moving in sync with his.

The upbeat music lasted a few good songs, but the music transitioned into something slower. It sounds like R&B, but you lose focus with how Spencer’s hands feel on your lower back, practically burning through your dress. And how good he smells. And how handsome he looks in the club’s colorful lighting. You almost forget why you’re in the club in the first place.

Your hands are on his shoulders, slowly traveling to the back of his head to thread your fingers in his hair as he leans forward to bring his face closer to yours. Neither of you say anything while you stare at each other, both too afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing.

You don’t know who leans in first, but you can feel Spencer’s nose brush against yours and his lips are just millimeters away and -

“All agents, I have eyes on the target. I repeat, I have eyes on the target.”

Crap, it was finally 9:30.

You quickly pull apart from each other, despite the disappointment evident in both of your faces.

“Copy that. Where’s he by?” You’re looking around the dance floor but don’t see him.

“Raeken is approaching the bar. Remember to proceed with caution, we want to avoid casualties.”

You double check the dancing crowd to make sure there’s other plain clothed law enforcement, not wanting to leave anything to chance.

“Let’s go get a drink, all this moving made me thirsty.” You kiss Spencer’s cheek, and his face is flushed as he follows you to the bar.

Adam’s already ordering a drink, so you settle a few seats away. To avoid suspicion, you order drinks for yourself and Spencer, but he looks tense and you’re hoping no one notices.

You wrap your arms around Spencer’s neck to get closer so he’ll hear you. “You’re too stiff, follow my lead.”

Moving just a few feet closer to Adam, you purposefully drop your drink, gaining the attention of the people around you.

“Oh no!” you pout.

When Spencer asks the bartender for a rag, he sees Adam staring at you with a dark look in his eyes. Spencer doesn’t like it but he has no choice but to stick to whatever plan you have.

Spencer turns back to you and helps you clean up your spilled drink. Fortunately, the cup was plastic and not glass.

Once the mess is cleaned up, you thank the bartender for the rug and ‘accidentally’ bump into Adam.

“Sorry about that,” you fake giggle.

He smirks at you, his eyes never leaving your body. You fight the urge to arrest him right there.

“No worries, gorgeous.” He takes a sip from his own drink as you walk back to Spencer.

You hug him again, and his hands gravitate towards the middle of your back. “Is Raeken looking?”

Spencer nods.

“Okay, good. Sorry about this in advance.”

That’s when you lean in to kiss him and you lightly push down on his arms. Luckily, Spencer gets the idea and moves his hands to your backside and squeezes. He relishes in the taste of your mouth and the sound of your moan, until you break the kiss.

He has to remind himself how to breathe when you ask him if he wants to get out of there, just loud enough for Adam to hear. You wink at Adam as you walk past him, anticipating him to follow you as you lead Spencer to the club’s exit.

“Hotch, he’s leaving with Reid and (Y/L/N).”

“Start to make your way towards the exit, we’ll catch him outside.”

Some officers stay inside, while the rest of your team is following you three out.

Outside, you’re surrounded by police cars to ensure the serial killer’s capture, who was just a few seconds behind you and Spencer. You quickly throw on some vests you were handed and pull out your gun.

Adam walks out of the club and the look on his face is priceless.

“Adam Raeken, freeze!”

He tries to make a run for it back into the club, but your team is already blocking the entrance, guns pointed straight at him.

In a matter of minutes, Adam is cuffed, being read his Miranda rights, and in the back of a cop car.

Before heading back to the LA precinct, you want to talk with Spencer.

“Hey Spence,” you pull him to the side, “can we talk really quick?”

“Of course, (Y/N).”

You walk away from the crowd of law enforcement and onlookers leaving the club.

“Listen, about the kiss and everything I said at the bar, I’m sorry again for springing that on you. It was completely unprofessional of me and unfair to you.”

Spencer cleared his throat. “No uhh, don’t worry. I’m sorry about what I said at the bar too, but the kiss thing was okay, really, I enjoyed it.”

You giggle and he immediately realizes what he said.

“Wait I didn’t mean that - I mean - Not that I didn’t enjoy it, because to be honest, I did and -“

He’s surprised by the feeling of your lips on his, and he’s already kissing you back before he brain can even process it.

You pull back with a small smile on your face. “Spencer, I like you too.”

He sighs in relief, “Oh good, if not this would’ve been awkward.”

“Totally,” you laugh in agreement, “but um, since the case is over, do you maybe wanna get a cup of coffee or something when we get back?”

“I’d like that, yeah.”

“Okay, great! I guess we can-“

“Hey, Romeo! Juliet!”

Your’s and Spencer’s heads whip to the direction of the voice, belonging to a very smug Derek Morgan.

“You two done over there? Because we’ve got a case to wrap up and a plane home to catch!”

You yell back, “In a minute!”

Spencer’s yelling, “Alright! We’ll be right there!” at the same time.

“We can talk more about this,” you gesture between the two of you with your hands with a grin, “later.”

You’re both wearing smiles on your faces as you walk shoulder-to-shoulder, back to your team, trying not to think about the numerous questions they’re about to ask.

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break the bat 2 | (m)

Pairing | jungkook x reader

Work Count | 6744

Genre | baseball player!jungkook, coach’s daughter!reader, porn with a pretty decent plot?

Summary | after promising jungkook a reward if he won the game, who are you to deny him that? and he’s more ecstatic than ever to receive it.

Index | sexual content, dirty talking, mentions of bondage, fingering, oral (female and male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (stay safe kids), multiple orgasms, over-stimulation, shaking, hair pulling, daddy kink, face fucking, more mid-sex love confessions uwu, ummmm just wild stuff

Warning? | there’s mentioned memberxmember, but it doesn’t do into detail. just in case that’s not really your cup of tea.

Requests | baseball player jungkook with feelings for coaches daughter? maybe some smut...jk…unless??? is there going to be a part two to break the bat?

"Kook, wake up," You groaned, placing your hands on his bare chest in an attempt to push him away from you. He didn't react at all as he flopped onto his back, completely unbothered in his deep sleep. You smiled gently at him, cupping his face before deciding the incoming sun was getting too hot on your bare skin.

You didn't have to be at the field until around 9, your tournaments beginning around 10. You silently thanked whatever woke you up, the clock blinking 7:00 back at you. This gave you enough time to take a shower and get dressed, allowing yourself to indulge in the gentle floral scents that Jungkook personally likes. Walking back out of his bathroom, Jungkook hadn't moved an inch in his sleep, sun flowing over his golden skin. You wouldn't help but ogle at him, taking in every small detail that had previously slipped your mind. After a minute or so, you reminded yourself that you had to get dressed.

Jungkook's drawers were ravished as you searched for his Adidas, accompanied by a mustard stain that Jungkook has never cared to scrub out. It was barely noticeable, especially when paired with an over sized t-shirt that he loved wearing. Both pieces of clothes smelled like a faint, gentle detergent. Taehyung had told you that Jungkook had a sensitive nose months back, which you connected to why no scent was overbearing in his room.

"Kook," You tried waking him up again, getting no response in return. You finally succumbed to nagging temptation, walking over and cuddling up next to him. "Kook, you gotta wake up now. It's 8." You mumbled against his skin, shaking his shoulders lightly at first. This got you nowhere, causing you to climb onto your knees for more leverage.

After a few more, aggressive, shakes he slowly peeled his eyes open. "What?" He mumbled, voice groggy as he fought his eyes open. He propped himself up on his elbows, glancing around the room with a slightly lost expression. He must've stayed in that same position for 10 minutes, half asleep.

"Your tournament, get ready weirdo. Put some pants on." You laughed, sliding out of the bed and pulling the curtains open more to light up the room. "We have to be there around 9, so you have an hour." You explained, picking his room up slightly just so it's manageable.

"Wait a minute..." He mumbled, sitting up and looking around the room. "Last night, that was?" You could tell he was trying to figure out if it actually happened, searching for any signs of your clothes that would've been on the floor. His face scrunched up as he couldn't find anything, confusion was evident.

"What are you talking about?" You giggled, walking over to where his legs rested on the floor. You smoothed his hair our, bedhead causing it to stick up in numerous places. "Was it real?" You smiled, bending over to crash your lips onto his. Jungkook immediately smirked, reaching to grip your sides. He let himself fall backward, causing you to tumble onto him while giggling.

"So it was?" He smiled, pushing his plain black t-shirt out of the way to view the light marks spanning your neck. "Hm, round two?" He smirked as he grabbed your wrists, making some sort of an attempt to flip both of you over.

"No," You laughed, pushing yourself up and off of him before you had you pinned down. He cocked an eyebrow, watching you walk back across the room to continue cleaning up. "Shower and I'll get started on breakfast."

"Are you planning on joining me, babe?" Jungkook asked, throwing the blankets off of him and standing up. You fought back a smile as he shuffled over to you, a mysterious glint hidden in his eyes. "Come on, let's go take a shower."

"Get away from me." You laughed, staring at his bare body and slowly shuffling to dodge his open arms. You let out a loud squeal as he lunged for you, closing his arms as he tried to capture you. You immediately jumped out of the way, making a break for the door.. "Go take a shower nasty!" You laughed hysterically, running into the kitchen.

Nothing could prepare you for the sight of Jungkook sprinting after you, chasing you into the living room before eventually trapping you on one side of the couch. "Nasty?" He laughed, pinning you against the wall. "Do you want me to show you nasty?" He whispered against your skin, sliding one arm under your shirt. His fingertips gently traced the lace edge of your bralette, goosebumps spanning your skin.

"Jungkooookkk," You complained, pushing against him as he began to laugh. You could only pout at him as he pulled away from you, doe eyes narrow from smiling so hard.

"Fine, I'll take a shower. I guess I'll have to help myself though." He giggled, leaning forward to peck your lips in a sweet kiss. His face lingered for a second, breath fanning across your lips.

"Thank god you have a right hand." You teased, pushing him in the direction of his bathroom. He mocked you the whole time to his bathroom, putting extra emphasis on each word as he whined. You smiled, going into the kitchen to make pancakes for the both of you. There are two things that you learned, 1) Jungkook never does dishes. And 2) Jungkook never fucking goes grocery shopping.

"Jungkook! You have nothing to make breakfast with!" You complained, feeling as though your cute morning plans were crushed. You could barely hear his voice over the running water, only making out the words ramen and pizza. You began to seriously question your relationship choices.

"We can go out after I get dressed." He sang happily as he walked from the bathroom to his room. You rolled your eyes from the couch, glancing over Jungkook's collection of games and Funko pops. "What was the uniform for today again? Black jersey and white pants?"

"White jersey and black pants, black socks. You had a 50/50 shot and you got it wrong, kook." You laughed, waiting for any sort of snarky response from him. You could only hear faint laughing from the other room, figuring that he was busy getting dressed. You turned around as you heard the door click open, a dressed Jungkook popping out. "You look nice."

"Can't say the same for you." He smiled, gathering water bottles before heading over to his bag that lay by the front door.

"Asshole." You laughed with him, snatching his keys off the kitchen counter and making your way outside. Jungkook was still laughing as he walked outside, bag clonking quietly behind him as he walked down the steps. You could only smile at him, helping him throw his bags into the trunk along with a small cooler he always brings.

"Panera? I'm in the mood for an egg sandwich and sausage," Jungkook explained as he began driving, backing out of the driveway. "What are you thinking?"

"That you shouldn't eat heavy before a game." You ridiculed, jabbing at his ribs slightly. He only smiled at you, clicking the music on full blast before speeding down the road. The car drive was relatively silent, both of you tired from the night before and having nothing to say. Your heart swelled as he reached over and interlocked your fingers, eyes never leaving the road as he gently squeezed.

"...I'm still getting that egg sandwich." He giggled as he pulled into a parking space, turning the ignition off and peering over to you.

"You seem to be on cloud nine today." You laughed, raising a questioning eyebrow in his direction. He smiled in return, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Why are you in such a good mood?"

"I don't know, waking up next to you made me happy, gorgeous." He winked, reaching over to grab a handful of your thigh. You scrunched your face in fake disgust, smacking his hand away before climbing out of the car. Jungkook laughed as you slammed the door, following your lead right after. "Okay really, what are you getting?"

"Probably just the egg and ham sandwich and um...the mango tea maybe?" You shrugged, holding the door open for him, "Ladies first." You teased, watching him impersonate you while going in.

"We'll probably have to get it to go, we're running short on time." He explained, checking his phone that was tucked in his back pocket. You could only roll your eyes, watching him walk up and speed order your food. "Yeah, yeah. That's it." He smiled, pulling out his card.

By the change in his demeanor, you knew he wasn't going to let you push past him to pay. All of his weight was now flat-footed, meaning it would be almost impossible to move him. "Kook, why do we do this every single time? I'll pay."

"My treat babe." He smiled, getting his card and receipt back as he finished his sentence. "Go get your tea." He giggled, handing you your cup and brushing you off towards the beverages. You weren't going to win this argument anytime soon, accepting your defeat and walking away. You could see Jungkook waiting by the service area, standing patiently as they made your breakfast. After getting your drink, you shuffled over to where he stood and happily cuddled into his chest.

You smiled slightly as you felt his arms wrap around you, feeling as though you would easily fall asleep in his arms. "Kook, you really wanna win today, right?" You mumbled into his jersey, the material feeling weird brushing against your lips.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" He asked, glancing down to you. This resulted in a double chin that made you giggle.

"Good thing, because that deal last night is still on." You laughed, his face contorting into confusion as he tried to recall last night. The look of relaxation was obvious as it flashed over his face, eyes narrowing slightly and arms tightening around you. "Hm?"

"Don't say that go grab your breakfast," Jungkook said, letting you go before nodding his head towards the counter.

"Are you eating on the way there? I'll drive because i'll probably wait until we get there." He nodded to answer your questions, digging around for his keys and plopping them in your hand. The ride was almost silent, the sound of Jungkook aggressively chewing filling up the silence. Nothing needed to be said, both of you otherwise content.

Getting to the field was easily the most stressful part, teammates, as well as opponents, staring the two of you down. Jimin's sly smirk never left his face, even as both of you walked into the dugout. "Why are you pulling his bag?" Jimin asked, raising an eyebrow at Jungkook who continued to inhale his food. "He's too sore?" He laughed.

"Jimin, be quiet." You laughed, walking over and beginning to smack his arm. He only laughed, never backing out as he reached up to pull down the collar of your shirt.

"Interesting discovery." He stated, causing you to laugh even harder before backing out of a fight you weren't going to win. "Anyway, you still owe me that smoothie."

"Of course, Jimin." You smiled, taking your designated seat on the benches. You always had the closest seat to home plate, allowing you to see if the umpire calls a bad strike. Jungkook immediately followed suit, plopping on top of you like an upset toddler. "Come on, get your cleats on and go warm up."

"Will you tie them for me?" He asked, peering up at you.

"Get off of me." You smiled, pushing him off of your lap and sending him to the dirty floor. Everyone giggled, all elbowing each other to get more eyes on him. Jungkook joined in, leaving you with his drink and beginning to get ready for the game. He shoved his feet into his cleats, refusing to untie them because he didn't "want to waste time."

"What are we doing? One lap and then stretch?" Taehyung asked, ruffling his hair as he rustled through his bag that was currently on the ground.

"Yeah, sounds good to me." Jungkook agreed, beginning to walk out of the dugout and onto the field. The team naturally followed his lead, all running behind him as he started. While there was absolutely no rush before the game, Jungkook and Jimin began to race around the field. You only laughed, the two boys' neck and neck as they tried to be first.

Jungkook only put his full 100% in when he noticed Jimin was ahead in the turn, now full-on sprinting. Due to his competitive nature, Jungkook ended up first in the dugout followed by a close Jimin. "You feel accomplished, big man?" You laughed over the clinking of metal cleats on concrete, both of them panting.

"Damn right." He laughed, spinning around and heading to lead the group stretch. The game was relatively uneventful, Jungkook's skill as a pitcher never fail to amaze you. His throws were consistent, Jimin easily picking every single strike dead on. You sat through 7 innings pretty relaxed, until the 8th where things start to get rocky.

Jungkook wasn't throwing like he had been the last few hours, release point drastically changing as at least 2 hit the ground before even reaching Jimin. He struggled through that inning, entering the 9th with a very bad attitude.

"Jungkook, come here." You mumbled, watching him rip open his bag in search of his gloves. He completely ignored you, rummaging around and in the process throwing his helmet. "Jeon, come sit down." You repeated, watching his shoulders finally un-tense as he walked over. "What's wrong?"

"They got 3 runs just that inning because of my pitching. Now we have to come up by at least 2 and then hold them. If we only get two, we have to make sure they get none." He stressed, leaning a majority of his body weight against you. "I don't know what I was doing, it's like my hands were frogs and the ball was a fly."

You laughed at the weird and out of place comparison, making him smile up at you. "Listen, I'm sure you were just getting tired. Maybe your muscles are reaching their ending point for today." You gripped his bicep, feeling the muscle tense and strained from throwing pitch after pitch. In the meantime, you tried to massage it out.

"You're good at this. Maybe you can give me a full body massage after the game." He hummed in your lap, letting his eyes close.

"Don't make me throw you onto the floor." You threatened, watching him open one eye to look at you. He immediately smiled, relaxing in your lap almost completely now. "Hey, you're up on deck next. Hit a home run for me." You jabbed lightly at his ribs, prompting him to sit up and pull his gloves on. He rolled his eyes, struggling up and shuffling out.

As he walked to the on-deck circle, he began to make faces at you. This lasted until the batter before him struck out, leaving him slightly disgruntled as now there were only two more outs. Jimin was on second with Jungkook up, meaning that there was a good chance Jimin would get home. Jungkook watched the first strike go past him, nodding his head before stepping out. You were at the fence now, peering out to watch.

"Crush it, crush it, crush it, crush it, crush it," You chanted, squeezing your hands together as he stepped back in. You swore your back was sweating now, eyes wide as he set up. The next pitch was going to be a strike, Jungkook swinging faster than he ever has before. You couldn't exactly register the loud crack of the bat, but you watched as the ball went flying out into the deep left field.

The dugout became alive, jumping and screaming as Jimin was running home. Jungkook hesitated at 2nd, deciding he was going to go for three as the throw was coming in. "JUNGKOOK SLIDE, DOWN DOWN DOWN." You screeched, vein popping out of your neck as you watched the slide.

It wasn't the prettiest, Jungkook's never were. But it got him there fast enough to be called safe at 3rd. You felt relief wash over you, shoulders dropping as Jungkook picked himself back up. You needed one more run to be in the lead, just one more and Jungkook was in a good position to be that one. The backstop was pretty far back, so if the catcher misses the ball Jungkook could easily beat him to the plate. As long as he didn't hesitate, he'd be there.

"Jimin, I can't watch." You mumbled, turning around and smacking your head rather aggressively into his chest.

"He's going to steal if it gets past him, look at his lead off," Jimin whispered, grabbing you by your shoulder to quickly spin you around. His lead-off was big, starting as soon as the ball left the pitchers hand. He also didn't pack down from the catcher, staying in the baseline even when the catcher threatened to throw. "He's stubborn."

"Yeah, tell me about it." You laughed, watching pitch after pitch goes by. You swear you stopped breathing when the ball went past the catcher, rolling to the fence. Jungkook also jumped, taking off full speed to the plate. He'd have to beat the ball there, diving headfirst into the plate. That dive was ugly, feet flying up to his head from his momentum. The catcher also ran over, covering the plate as well as slamming into Kook's body.

"What the fuck was that?" Jimin asked, dropping his catcher's mitt as he waited for the call. Both you and Jimin held your breath, umpire seemingly thinking for a few moments.

"Safe."

You both screamed, grabbing each other's arms and beginning to jerk each other around. Jungkook was embarrassed jogging into the dugout, clay all over his uniform and face. You laughed at him, brushing the clay off of his face and neck. "Are you okay? Is your head okay?" You bombarded him with questions, massaging his arm again.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay." He nodded, gulping down his water and walking to sit down for a few minutes.

"Okay, all you have to do is hold them okay? Take your time, breathe in between pitches, think before you throw the ball." You coached, watching as he stared at you with a soft smile. "You guys can do this. Jimin isn't going to let any past him, right Jimin?"

"Right." He nodded firmly, making Jungkook laugh.

"The rest of the field is set up perfectly too, best players that I've ever had the pleasure of watch-"

Jungkook smashed his lips onto yours, effectively shutting your rambling up. Your face flushed red, making you stare at your hands when he finally pulled away. "You're so cute when you ramble. You're starting to make me think you want this more than I do." Jungkook raised his eyebrow, getting up from the bench to grab his glove. You flushed more, having no comeback to throw at him other than shut up.

"Hold them." Is all you said as positions changed, Jungkook now on the field while the other team batted. You watched them warm up, Jungkook focusing on throwing strikes and Jimin focusing on catching every single one. You felt confident as the field got out the first two batters at 1st base, easily picking their infield hits off.

"Plays at one, let's get it." Jungkook smiled, shaking his shoulders loose before preparing for the next pitch. It was a strike, nerves spiking as Jungkook became more and more focused. He wanted to strike him out, his demeanor changing completely.

It was a full count, three balls and two strikes. You held your breath as he threw the last one, right down the center of the plate. A swing and a miss, the batter too confident in his abilities to hit a seemingly easy pitch. Jungkook glanced at you for a split second, smirk evident across his shit-eating face before getting surrounded by his team. There was a small team meeting before your dad dismissed the team, everyone, including yourself, huddled together to listen.

Jungkook stood directly behind you, not so discretely snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Taehyung glanced over to you two, a look of understanding washing over his face. He immediately elbowed Yoongi in the ribs, meaning that he won a bet with someone over the two of you. Yoongi wouldn't place a bet with him, leaving you to wonder what poor soul owed him money.

"I have nothing else to say, Jungkook? You want to add anything?" Your dad asked, glancing over the two of you with a look of approval.

"Yes, good game guys. You all placed your absolute hardest today and we came out on top. Coach, always, thank you for guiding us. And y/n, thank you for constantly bullying me to be better." Jungkook laughed, watching as you spun around to hit him.

"Seems like I need to bully you more than." You shot back, making everyone at least chuckle.

"But yeah, that's all. I'll see you guys Monday." Coach finished, walking into the dugout to collect his things before leaving.

"Ugh, Taehyung. Who did you make a bet with this time?" Jungkook asked, letting go of your waist to begin walking into the dugout. You could hear Tae cackling, face turning a slight pink. "I'm serious, how much did you bet them for?"

"I bet Yugyeom $100. He thought he knew your guy's relationship better than I did and I had to prove him wrong." He giggled.

"I called half of the profit. Double stamps, no take-backs." You quickly said, smacking the bench to finalize your point. Tae just stared at you, realizing there is no sense in arguing. Instead, he put you in a headlock and began talking about how you're stealing his money. "Tae! Stop." You laughed, gripping onto his arms.

He ruffled your hair one last time before letting you go, immediately spinning around to run out of the dugout. "Anyway...If I'm not mistaken someone owes me a milkshake." Jimin piped up, crossing his arms.

"Don't even give me that." You laughed, "Let's just go. You wanna ask some of the team if they wanna come?" You offered, making everyone shrug. While you guys did ask everyone, besides the people who already left, it was only you, Jungkook and Jimin going. You already knew Jimin was going to ask questions, just from his know it all attitude.

"So, are you going to tell me how it was or are you guys just gonna keep blushing at each other?" Jimin asked as you all sat down, milkshake in hand with an additional cookie that he suckered you into buying. You wish you could punch him from across the table, you do. "Come on, you act like I haven't been your friend for 4 years."

"Yeah? How did you know Jungkook was big? Lingering eyes in the locker room or-"

"Jungkook used to be insecure when he was younger so he showed me and asked for my opinion-"

"Okay, that's enough." Jungkook interpreted both of you, Jimin and you laughing yourself into tears.

"It was good, Jimin. Slept well last night." You laughed, stirring your tea around as you thought about last night. You could see Jimin and Jungkook glancing at each other, seemingly talking without even saying anything. "Okay, you guys don't have to do that. Acting all telepathic and shit."

"I was just thinking it must have been really good if you're wearing Jungkook's over-sized shirt and pants. You look like a crackhead." You honestly couldn't even argue with that call, only laughing as Jimin looked over to Jungkook, who was ready to disagree. "Look at your boyfriend, getting all puffed up at me." You only laughed, shaking your head as the two of them began to argue.

It was like a movie, sitting with a milkshake while watching one of your best friends and boyfriend fight over the smallest thing. You smiled fondly, watching Jungkook's face heat up in embarrassment as people looked over at them. "Okay, stop." You laughed, setting a leg across Kook's lap since he had raised from arguing. Jimin was smug across from the two of you, seemingly winning the dumb stare off they had. "So what about you, Jimin? You fucking or what?"

It was now Jimin's turn to flush a bright red, immediately being knocked off of his high stool. Jungkook jumped, eyes wide as Jimin was hiding something. "Who is it?" He asked, reaching over the table and beginning to search for marks. Jimin didn't recoil, instead, beginning to swat his hands away with a ferocity you've never witnessed.

"Who is it? Yoongi?" You whispered, watching as both of the men stopped their childish battle. Jungkook's eyes were wide, Jimin's were even wider as if you guessed it. "Oh my god, it is isn't it?!" You cackled, watching Jimin slump in his seat with a small sigh.

"Awe man, it's alright. We already knew." Jungkook immediately said, reaching over to smack Jimin in a "bro" way. Jimin seemingly relaxed, a soft smile covering his face.

"How is he? Is it good?" You smirked, beginning to slide your foot up his leg. Jimin blushed, smacking your leg away. Jungkook must've followed suit, Jimin slapping another foot away from him.

"You two are too similar, what? Was that a telepathic plan?" He grumbled, folding his legs under him. You all just laughed, dropping the subject as Jimin didn't feel like talking about it. You guys ate together, talking about whatever came up at the table, a majority was the baseball game and Jungkook's stolen home plate.

A small ding rung throughout the table, all heads being picked up and pointed to the sound. It was Jimin's phone, lying face-up on the table. You and Jungkook immediately jumped, searching the screen for a name. "Yoongi-Hyung!" Jungkook laughed, watching Jimin flush as he opened the text and read it. It was silent as you waited for a response, Jimin typing quickly before hitting send.

"I...I got to go. Sorry guys." Jimin blushed, beginning to gather his things and throw away his trash. You and Jungkook cackled, beginning to elbow and smack each other.

"You hear the Kook? Jimin's gonna get a dicking down." You whispered, just loud enough for Jimin to hear without unsuspecting ears to. Jimin didn't answer back, blushing in front of you. Jungkook and yourself cleaned up, leaving at the same time as the older boy.

"Just messing with you Jimin. Have fun." Jungkook laughed as you walked out of the restaurant, pulling Jimin into a hug. You followed right after, wrapping your arms around him and patting his back. "Bye Jimin."

"Bye Jimin." You smiled, waving as he began to walk to his car. You and Kook did the same, walking over to the seemingly out of place mustang and climbing in.

"About that promise," Jungkook smirked, starting the car. You could only smile as he waited for a response, eventually breaking into a burst of giggles as Jungkook got impatient waiting. "Ugh, babe are you serious?" He whined, making you laugh even harder.

"I'm just messing with you, the promise is still there." You laughed, watching as his eyes widened and he began to speed up. You were for sure over the speed limit, racing to his house that was maybe 5 minutes away at most. "Someone's excited." You giggled, tightening the seat belt as you normally do when he gets like this.

"You're lucky I don't make you give me head as I drive." He mumbled, a small growl escaping his lips as he continued to speed. Your eyes widened slightly, Jungkook immediately noticing and reacting. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes shifting from the road to your reaction every few seconds.

"What? ...No." You stated, watching as he cackled at your completely failed attempt to even try and hide the way you felt. "Whatever! Just focus on the road before you kill us! You're so impatient." You whined, crossing your arms and beginning to pout unconsciously.

"Cute babe didn't know you were that nasty." He smiled, focusing on the road indefinitely now. The ride was silent, both of you focused on other things that words weren't exactly at the forefront of your mind. You both knew exactly what was in store as Jungkook parked in the driveway, both of you sharing a challenging look before climbing out of the car. He fumbled with the lock for far too long, making you laugh at him.

"Why are you so nervous?" You laughed, helping him with the lock. Jungkook didn't answer your question, a small hum the only thing you got from him. The door finally clicked open, both of you rushing in and licking the door closed behind you. Jungkook immediately pounced on you, impatience showing as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. "Jungkook." You giggled into his mouth as he began to nibble on your bottom lip, roughly slotting your mouths together.

"Fuck." He moaned, walking backward and pinning you to the wall. A small moan escaped your mouth, hips bucking forward to make contact with his own. Your hands slid down his body, finding his jersey tucked in when you tried to slip your hand under. A small grunt of frustration came, followed by ripping the jersey from his baseball pants. "I'm the impatient one?" He smirked, helping you untuck it.

"Shut up." You mumbled against his skin, finally sliding both of your hands under his jersey and running them along his skin. Small whimpers fell from you, followed by content sighs from Jungkook above you. "Jungkook, can we-"

"Try again." He growled into your mouth, letting his hands run down your body. After a moment of confusion, you realized what he wanted.

"Daddy, can we go to the bedroom?" You smirked, giving him the best puppy eyes you could. He instantly caved, leading the way with you following close behind. He fell onto the bed first, leaving you to climb on top of him in a very similar manner as last night. "Seems familiar, no?" You giggled, sliding your hands under his jersey and beginning to hike it up.

He also smiled, leaning forward to allow you to pull the shirt off. He quickly pulled the over-sized shirt off of your body, throwing it onto the floor. "You look so pretty, baby." He smiled, sitting up to trace the marks on your skin. You blushed, wrapping your arms around his shoulder to kiss him deeply.

"I love you." You hummed, beginning to kiss down his jaw and neck. Jungkook immediately got comfortable on the bed, stuffing pillows behind his head to watch your movements. Both of his arms rested above his head, looking smugger than ever. You continued your way down his body, licking across his abs and exposed hip bones.

"Babe, come on." He warned, reaching down and gently gripping your hair in his palms. You could only smile, slowly undoing the belt and pulling his pants down. To save time, you pulled everything down in one go. "Oh, shit." He mumbled, exposed to the cool air and his hard-on hitting his lower abdomen.

"Yes, you are the impatient one." You laughed, answering his question from before as you fully pulled his pants down.

"Okay baby, let me see what you got." He smiled, one of his hands gently holding your hair while the other rested behind his head. You rested in between his legs, eyes level with his cock. You smiled up at him, licking a slow strip from the base to the tip. His head was already thrown back as you swirled around his tip, gently sucking him into his mouth.

"Daddy, you're so sensitive." You smiled, watching as his abs clenched after barely touching him. He didn't respond until you begin to sink onto his length, tongue flat against him as you took him into your throat.

"Holy shit." He whined, bucking up involuntarily. You could feel your eyes get watery, coming back up and sinking back down. Your pace started slow, speeding up until you were quickly bobbing on his length. Jungkook was sensitive to your touch, whines, and groans slipping past his lips as his hips constantly jerked up.

"Daddy, fuck my face." You finally stated, watching as his eyes widened and he immediately reacted. You were soon switched position-wise, Jungkook's length hovering over your face as his arms held up his body. You could see his demeanor shift as he sunk into your mouth, a low growl slipping from his mouth as he began to thrust into your throat.

"You dirty little slut," He growled, one hand coming down to grip at the base of your hair. "Taking my cock so well."

A whimper came from you, vibrations felt instantly as Jungkook thrust deeper into your mouth, skin pressed against your nose. Spit dribbled from the corner of your mouth, coating Jungkook's length each time he sunk into you. After one last deep thrust, he pulled completely off. "Strip for me." He ordered, no room for questioning as you climbed to sit in front of him.

Jungkook watched intently as you ran your hands along your body, easily popping your bra off and playing with your boobs in front of him. He gave you a questioning look, urging you to move on with your show. You did, running your hands along your body to meet with Jungkook's Adidas. You slowly pushed them down, letting them drop down to your feet to easily step out. You were now left in your panties, deciding Jungkook may like to take them off himself.

"Come here." Jungkook smiled, opening his arms to let you fall into. He quickly flipped the two of you over, gently kissing you as he slowly sunk to your hips. "I love you." He giggled, beginning to slowly pull your panties down. You smiled as he laid on his stomach, arms snaking around to pin your hips down. He began to lick slow strips across your heat, using just enough pressure to make you arch up into him.

Gentle moans filled the room as he continued, picking up his speed and slowly introducing his fingers. "Are you gonna come on my fingers like the good slut you are? Just like last night?" He mumbled against you, making quick work of you. A loud whine filled the room, hands reaching down to tangle themselves in his hair as he sunk two fingers in.

"No, no. I wanna...come on your cock." You whined, letting your hips buck down onto his fingers.

"Hm, is that so?" Jungkook smirked, pulling away from you. You propped yourself up, watching him suckle on his fingers to taste you. "What if I don't let you?"

"Jungkook!" You warned, watching as he sat himself in between your legs, pulling your calves over his hips. He smirked, taking his length in his hand and just barely rubbing it across your clit. "Daddy, please fuck me. I'm on birth control, please!" He didn't respond, continuing to rub against your clit. You were on the verge of begging now, desperate for him. He finally cracked, easily slipping in with just how wet you were.

Your hips instantly jerked forward, pleasure shooting throughout your body as he buried himself in. Jungkook giggled above you, holding your shaking legs in his palms. "What is it baby doll?" He smirked, rubbing your still shaky legs as he slowly began to move. He rested your legs on the bends of his arms, leaning forward to place his hands on either side of you. You were effectively folded in half, Jungkook holding eye contact as he thrust his hips forward.

You could tell he was going to stay like this, watch every reaction on your face as he fucked you. Small whimpers fell from your lips as he began a consistent movement, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing throughout the room as he fucked into you. The eye contact was too intense, your head unconsciously falling to the side.

That was a mistake, Jungkook immediately letting one leg fall as he reached to grip your face. "Look at me when I fuck you." He growled, gripping your cheeks. You let out a small whimper, causing him to loosen his grip slightly. Instead of placing his hand back, he easily slipped two fingers into your mouth and began to thrust into you harder than before. You could no longer control your moans, spit coating Jungkook's fingers as well as the side of your face.

"Look at how dirty you are, only for my dick," Jungkook mumbled, thrusting harder so that skin on skin was the only sound registering in your mind. Jungkook let out soft moans on occasion, his eyes falling closed temporarily as he thrust into you. Your hands reached around him, raking marks into the soft skin of his back. His whole body jolted as you accidentally flicked his nipple, eyes shooting open. "Don't." He warned, instantly realized you weren't listening as you smiled up at him.

In a flash, your hands were pinned above your head. Jungkook seemed unimpressed as he gripped your wrists tightly, never stopping his thrusts for a second. "Jungkook...gonna cum. Gonna cum." You whined, thrusting up into his hips.

"Not without my permission, not without the right name." He smirked, letting your wrists go to get a better grip on your body.

"Daddy! Please! Let me cum." You whimpered, clenching around his cock as you fought off your orgasm. He didn't respond, sweat dripping from his brow as he fucked into you.

"Daddy, please let me cum. Please, I want to cum on your cock." You whimpered, tears threatening to slip from your eyes. Jungkook smiled, drawing circles on your clit and bringing you closer if even possible. "Please Daddy!" You cried, tears slipping as you were so frustrated.

"Cum baby." He smirked, fucking into you and circling your clit roughly to bring you to your finish. You let out a loud whine, hips bucking up as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Jungkook never stopped, chasing his own high as he sent you into over-stimulation. Each draw of his hips rubbed against your clit, legs shaking vigorously around his waist. "I'm close." He grunted above you.

"Cum, please daddy." You whined, legs uncontrollably shaking now and you clenched even tighter around him.

"I'm coming." He groaned, head falling as he bottomed out into you, body going rigged for a few moments. He smirked at you, pulling out and roughly shoving two fingers into your heat. A loud cry fell from you, head falling backwards as over-stimulation took a hold of your being. You didn't realize what he was doing until he tapped two fingers against your lips, willing your mouth open.

He watched in amusement as you took his fingers into your mouth, cleaning his fingers of both of your juices. He smiled as your tongue slotted between his fingers, effectively cleaning everywhere. "Are you okay babe?" He asked, moving over you to kiss you softly.

"Yeah, it was good." You giggled, legs shaking as he ran comforting hands across your body. He placed small kisses to your legs, taking you down from your high.

"You did so well for me, baby," Jungkook said, kissing your legs once more before searching for something to clean you up with. He grabbed a shirt much to your complaint, cleaning you up before chucking the shirt as far away as possible.

"You're going to be so sore tomorrow." You laughed, running your hands across his tensed abs and shoulders despite not working out. You could tell he already realized that, face scrunching up at the thought of walking around. He finally plopped down on you, arms on either side of your head as he began to kiss you. You laughed, kissing him back and lightly scratching his sides.

"I love you." You mumbled against his lips, breathing heavily.

He let out a content sigh, "I've loved you since I joined the team."

~honey <3

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Promise

Anthony (The Dark Pictures Anthology: Little Hope) x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Death scenes, Grief, Housefire, Angst, Swearing

Genre: Angst, Romance

Summary: Sneaked glances and pass-by smiles are often times the start of the most beautiful of love stories. Sadly, many of those stories end too quickly, too soon for the souls in love to be able to enjoy them. This is the story of Y/N and Anthony. The love story that started with a promise and ended in flames.

Requested by @niksoiio Hi dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I apologize for taking so long, but here it finally is! I know how excited you were for this fic, so I hope it fulfills your expectations and doesn’t let you down! Please enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Never is a love story as pure as one long awaited to commence. The souls patiently waiting to intertwine, the emotions dying to shine through more than just glances and secret smiles. Feelings to mix, collide and dance together, creating a symphony of a lifetime. The symphony of love that lives beyond the end of the very souls that sparked it.

This is a love story, a story of loss, and a clear example, proof that a love simply doesn’t die. It’s an everlasting flame - burning brighter than the one that attempted to destroy it.

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“You seem restless tonight.“ Anthony walks into the living room, placing a cup of hot cocoa on the coffee table in front of Y/N who’s reading the back cover of the book he has been keeping himself busy with lately.

Y/N has been Tanya’s friend since they met in middle school. When their friendship carried over into high school, that’s when her and Tanya’s adoptive brother Anthony met. They instantly became friends, sharing their love for thrillers and murder mysteries, similar taste in music and relatively similar personalities - the quiet peacemakers. The lovers, not fighters. Well, not fighters unless necessary. They are both protectors with many people they care about and would do anything to keep them safe. The two of them are pretty similar that way.

Very compatible, as some would say. Tanya being the first to notice the connection between two of the closest people in her life. Knowing the shyness of the two and their self-doubt, she chose not to speak up about it until spoken to, expecting them to take ages to finally see what’s been going on between them. Guess she wasn’t far from the truth.

On this night Y/N and Tanya were supposed to spend their time studying together for the last exam of the semester before Christmas break began. They have agreed to meet at the Clarke house at six PM in the afternoon which has long passed and Tanya is still yet to return from the date she went on with her boyfriend Vince. She promised Y/N she’d make it home by six, but now it’s eight and there’s no sign of her whatsoever. A snowstorm started slowly taking over the town approximately two hours ago, probably the reason behind her friend’s absence, but to Y/N’s dismay, also the reason she’d have to spend the night at the Clarke household because her parents wouldn’t be able to collect her in this weather, especially not with the run-down car they drive.

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She nods in gratitude at the boy who sits down on the couch next to her as she takes the mug containing the hot beverage with as firm of a grip as she can muster with her shaky hands.

She has indeed been restless since she arrived. Walking into the house, apart from Anthony who had let her in, the first person she saw was the youngest member of the family - Megan. The little girl has never done anything to her in particular, but there has always been something about her that has unnerved Y/N. Something in her eyes and demeanor, how empty and hollow her gaze was, almost like she was looking through people and objects instead of at them. The smile she sent her as a greeting sent chills down her spine, leaving her hands and knees shaky and her body jittery as if the house was colder than the outdoors. The thought that she’d have to sleep in this house made her stomach clench with discomfort, a sickening feeling of wrong taking over her mind and body.

“Maybe it’s the exam. You know, if Tanya doesn’t make it, I can help you. It’s not a difficult subject, after all.“ Anthony attempts to reassure her, giving her a sympathetic look as he takes a sip of his own cup.

She gives him a soft smile and another nod of appreciation for his offer, “No, it’s not that. Or at least I think it isn’t. Exams don’t make me nervous until after I’ve finished them, if that makes sense.” She giggles weakly, basking in the warmth of the porcelain cup in her ice cold hands. It doesn’t have much of an effect though - instead of warming up her skin, her hands are basically cooling the drink and she still feels as tense and endangered as ever. “But a study partner could be pretty useful, thank you.”

After finishing the rather disappointing movie they found on TV as well as their drinks, they make their way to Anthony’s room to actually get some studying done because, judging by the nearing of nine PM and the constant lack of her friend, she wouldn’t be returning on time. Anne attempts to offer them before they go, an offer which they turn down in favor of making the most of the time they have left before their brains would require rest for the day.

“You see, I get that it’s far less complicated than it seems, but I’m terrible at paying attention in classes, let alone at taking notes.“ Y/N admits while they take a short ten minute break between note-reading and revising the chapters they’ll have an exam on the following day.

Anthony’s eyebrows furrow, “Why’s that? I mean, the professor isn’t boring. Not to me, at least.“

She shakes her head, “No, no, far from it. The rare time’s I’ve managed to focus I quite enjoyed the lectures. But I tend to get too stuck inside my head to hear anything else. My brain gets overwhelmed by the future, by what’s gonna happen five minutes, five days or maybe even five years from the present moment. I sometimes get so lost in those thoughts that I end up...this is gonna sound weird, but I feel like I end up living them.” Somewhere along the lines she could no longer hold his gaze, embarrassed and afraid of how his opinion of her might change with this newly revealed information.

However, much to her surprise, when her eyes meet his again he’s looking at her with nothing but intrigue and child-like curiosity. No amusement or humor or mocking, just wondering, hoping to find out more. Little does she know, that’s how he always looks at her when she is facing the other way. “That’s so interesting. I guess the real question is: Do the things you imagine ever end up coming true?” It was said with a lighthearted smile with the intention of easing the tension in her, calming her nerves, but he had unintentionally struck a chord.

She nods her head, her eyes widening slightly, “Well that’s the weirdest part - they do. Almost all the time unless I do something to prevent it. It freaks me out every time.” An aura of fear surrounds and inhabits her as her gaze wanders away from his again, this time subconsciously, “It scares me so much, Anthony. I know something’s terribly wrong with me. I’m a freak of nature or...I don’t even know what. I just know it’s bad. And I probably shouldn’t have told you all of this cause you now won’t ever look at me the same, you will avoid me. Call me crazy behind my back. I see why but-...”

Before the petrified girl could continue rambling, Anthony takes hold of her hands, firm and comforting. The sudden, unexpected contact of their hands silences her, freezing her eyes on his as she breathes heavily in hopes to stabilize her rapid heart and far worse shakiness. With his hands holding hers, she feels protected, guarded from whatever the future may hold and from the very fact that she could probably find out if she tried. For once though, she doesn’t feel like she has to. She doesn’t need to see what will happen and prepare, she trusts it won’t be so bad as long as she has this boy holding her by the hands, looking at her with such softness in his green orbs staring back at her.

“But that’s all nonsense, Y/N. I’d never say something behind your back, especially not something meanspirited or ill-willed. You...“ he trails off, hesitating for just a moment longer, deciding against prolonging this grey area his feelings have been locked in for far too long as it is, “You are very important to me, more than you know. I could never see you as anything but amazing, mesmerizing. You’re you, Y/N. And that’s why....“ Hesitation and doubt make one final attempt at beating his courage bloody. Much like last time, they fail and Anthony carries on, “That’s the reason I’ve fallen in love with you, Y/N. Quirks, oddities, they are all beautiful cause they are yours. And I love them cause they make you who you are.“

He has somehow managed to turn the tables on her, leaving her to be the speechless one despite her having just revealed her freaky ‘abilities’ to him. What looks like a fiasco in her mind he’s made seem like a perfectly put together kaleidoscope. Like every piece of her shattered courage and bravery is back in it’s spot. Although he’s somewhat managed to put her together, she’s still a long way from being whole, which is why words have failed her now. She hasn’t felt so complete in so long, and now the final piece missing is that response that just refuses to leave her chest.

Seeing her stunned as she is, Anthony feels the need to apologize, justify his out-of-the-blue confession that startled her so much, “I know I should’ve you sooner, or at least picked a better moment but-...”

It’s her turn to cut him off though her method is much more efficient - silencing him by pressing her lips against his. Though caught off-guard, Anthony is quick to respond to it, kissing her back with the same amount of love she’s put in on her end.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m so sor- WHOA!“ The two pull apart at the sound of the familiar female voice that has suddenly filled the room. Tanya has picked the worst of moments to be coming home, and she’s more than aware of it. Despite feeling guilty for interrupting her brother and best friend’s moment, she’s also glad she didn’t miss it. After all, she’s been watching the two suffer in silence, pining for each other since the start of their high school freshmen year and even now that they’re in college. They’ve been quiet about their feelings for more than four years and she can’t be happier to finally see the prophecy fulfilled. “You know how long I’ve been waiting for you two to finally succumb to your hearts and turn those lame brains you have off?! Oh this is a relief like no other.” The older girl laughs, pleased with the outcome of four years of looking on at two very important people in her life adoring one another and not saying a word. Needless to say, she’s proud of them.

“Do you know what knocking is, Tanya?“ Anthony is the first to recover from the initial shock of his sister’s appearance.

“Only in theory. Not in practice.“ She replies sarcastically, giving a pleased smile that speaks volumes of how her spirits have been lifted all thanks to them. “I’ll go downstairs, pretend I didn’t see what I saw, make myself a cup of tea to warm up and when I come back I want to see that you two have pulled yourselves together. Your faces are burning red.” She instructs, backing out of the room but not before fixing them a narrow-eyed warning look.

She wasn’t wrong - they are indeed blushing a deep red and all they can do is smile when they look at each other, giggling a tiny bit.

Suddenly, Y/N’s eyes widen as though she has just remembered something of great importance. “Wait.” She mutters, more to herself than to Anthony. Her hand swiftly slides the ring off the middle finger of her left hand and offers it to Anthony, “Here.” The boy takes it hesitantly, turning it between his fingers as gently and cautiously as he can as though the ring would crack if his grip became any firmer. “By taking in, you’re making a statement, a promise. A promise that you won’t change your mind about me...about us by tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or by next week.” She’s unable to look at him yet again, instead focusing on her fidgeting hands rested in her lap.

After a brief moment of contemplating, Anthony hands her back the ring, “I don’t need to make a promise, I know I won’t change my mind. You could look into the future and see for yourself too.” He tells her reassuringly, a sweet smile on his face to show the lightheartedness of what he’s said, afraid it might be offensive to her if he didn’t clarify.

She shakes her head, “For once in my life I don’t want spoilers for the future. I’ll just let it play out. I’ll see it when it happens.” She pushes the ring back to him, “But I still want you to keep this. A reminder, if not a promise. A reminder that I promise to love you for a very long time.”

A warmth spreads throughout his chest, the wholesomeness of the moment having reached to his heart and soul. He curls his fingers over the ring protectively, “Alright, I’ll take it. As a promise that I too promise to love you for even longer.”

The strings of emotion connecting them are slowly being pulled, bringing them closer once again. They both lean in, ready to feel that incredible magic of a love-filled kiss another time.

“Consider this me knocking! My hands are kinda full so just open the door if I can come in!“ Lips less then an inch apart, they’re interrupted by the shout coming from the other side of the bedroom door.

The young pair laugh, accepting that their moment will have to be postponed before Anthony goes to let his sister, who’s carrying a cup of tea and some snacks, in. All Y/N can think about is how much happiness she’s found so unexpectedly, in a place she was all but willing to stay at. Life is full of surprises and unforeseen moments, so many things one can never predict. And even though Y/N can predict them, now she’d rather not. She now understands the importance of surprises in life and she wants to cherish them properly.

* * *

Flames, fear, screams, shouts, cries. All painted on the backs of her eyelids. The mortifying images playing out in front of her jolt her awake.

A nightmare, it’s just a nightmare, she tells herself.

But upon opening her eyes she is met by the misty darkness of the smoke-filled room her and her best friend are currently in.

A nightmare that she could’ve predicted and warned the others about.

“Y/N, get out of the window! I need to find Megan!“ Tanya tells her urgently, ushering her towards the windowsill, “Go! Anthony will catch you!“

Looking down at the snow*covered yard below, she sees Anthony’s figure, motioning for her to jump. She can barely hear him over the ringing and thumping in her head but she trusts him. She believes she’ll be ok if she chooses to rely on him. So, following both his and his sister’s instructions, she jumps, falling into his arms. For a few moments it’s all blank around her and in her head. She wonders if it’s just the feeling of the fall or the fact that she could’ve died so easily. Or maybe the close proximity to Anthony. Either way his whisper wakes her up from the blank trance she has fallen into.

“It’s ok, I got you.“ He steadies Y/N on her shaky feet, taking her head and leading her to the front of the house.

The next few minutes are a show of nothing but horror and pain. Her and Anthony witness it together, unable to do anything but look on as ever member of the Clarke family, one by one, has life escaping their bodies in the most brutal of ways: Tanya and Megan never made it out of the house; Mr. Clarke was caught under the fallen ceiling in the living room and Dennis was the worst, having impaled himself on the fence below the attic window.

They saw it all happen. They couldn’t do anything. Fear-ridden, powerless and helpless, frozen in their spots by the horrifying scenes playing out in front of them. With tears brimming her eyes and blurring her vision and her knees almost completely giving out, Y/N felt a little bit of her die with each member of the family. A large chunk of her died along with them. She can only imagine how Anthony feels.

“Mom...“ The distressed boy mutters, “Mom’s still in there! Mom!“ Before she could stop him, he’s running towards what used to be the front door of the house and into the burning hallway.

Y/N’s heart drops, adrenaline and the primal instinct to save the person she loves kicking in bringing her legs to life, carrying her forward. “Anthony no!” A loud cry of desperation leaves her aching chest.

She too enters the hallway, surrounded by the overwhelming heat that feels like it’s burning her skin off. She doesn’t dwell on that though, instead she lunges forward, hands grabbing at Anthony’s arm with all her might and yanking him back with as much strength as she has left. Thankfully, it’s enough to send the boy stumbling back, falling on the snow out in the yard, falling to safety just in time.

Just when the ceiling in the hallway collapses. Directly on top of Y/N.

Like the last breath had been drawn out of Anthony’s lungs. Like his last hope had just been shredded to pieces.

Like his life ended along with her, his heart severed and plucked out of his chest, thrown into the flames.

He bows his head, uncontrollable cries leaving his body, each feeling like a punch to the gut - oh so painful and oh so dreadful. As though his very soul is draining from his body with each scream of agony. Then he spots the shimmer in the snow, the twinkle in his darkened vision.

The promise ring that had fallen out of his pocket, its smooth, gleaming surface unharmed, reflecting the raging flames in front of him. Its statement, its meaning standing stronger than ever - an everlasting love. A brightly burning flame ignited by two souls so adored by each other. And even though one of the flames that started the fire has been extinguished, the fire of love hasn’t wavered.

The ring is sending him a message:

This is far from the end of his love. Far from the end of hers either. When two souls intertwine the way theirs have, the bond cannot be broken.

* * *

Half a century has passed and Anthony has never missed the day - each year gracing the town of Little Hope with his presence to commemorate his late family and loved one, bringing a flower to each of their graves.

Survivor’s guilt still haunts him. That night’s events still keep him up at night and the images still seep into his dreams. However, now he has a way to cope with it. He writes. He writes in a diary but in such a way that it’s composed of letters. Letters addressed to different members of his family though the majority are love letters for Y/N. He tells her about his day, how he wishes she were by his side, how he whishes they had more time or acted on their feeling sooner.

How he loves her even more now, how they have remained connected.

“Funny how we haven’t run into each other before. Fifty years and this is the first time I’m seeing you here.“ The deep male voice startles him, “I knew we’d run into each other eventually.“

It’s Vince, Tanya’s boyfriend - the person who’s been placing the flowers Anthony find on Tanya’s grave every year. He always assumed it was him, another man forever in love with the soul that is left to linger after its body vanished. Another man chained by a memory, one he wouldn’t escape even if he could. He still loves Tanya, no doubt about it, and he wishes to never stop loving her. Him and Anthony are rather similar that way.

“Though it was you. No one else knows Tanya’s favorite flowers.“ Anthony motions to the bouquet of white flowers in Vince’s hands, “Surprised you’re still here.“ He knows it’s not the wisest thing to say to a man who’s suffering down the same road of guilt and grief - the road only lit by the everlasting love that has remained in his heart as well as Vince’s.

“Surprised you haven’t stopped coming around.“ He replies though they both know what’s insinuated - they understand why neither of them can let go. They’re bound to bodiless souls that reside here. They are both more than determined to stay as close as possible to those souls they are so hopelessly in love with. Vince’s eyes trail down to Anthony’s hand which is holding the bouquet he was going to place on his sister’s grave. He catches the glint of a ring on his finger, “You’re married?”

The promise ring. He’s chosen to wear it in place of a wedding ring. It is not only a way to cope but it’s exactly what him and Y/N agreed on all those years ago - a reminder that they’ll love each other for a very long time. For forever.

“Yes. I’m married.“

He indeed is - to Y/N and the memory of her. To her soul that his will forever be connected to.

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Streetlight pt. 2 - JJ Maybank

Request: so i just read your imagine “streetlight” and i was loved it!!! i relate to it on another level ☺️ so i was wondering if you were gonna do a part 2? 👀

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“You don’t have to hang out you know?” You mentioned, placing your small stack of books down on a folding chair so you could inspect the shelf in front of you, pulling out a title that caught your eye. 

JJ was standing beside you, pulling on the straps of his backpack and complaining that the wifi signal didn’t work in the basement of the library. He had shown up this morning, on his day off from work, asking if you wanted to hang out. 

You hadn’t shown up to the boat outing he’d invited you on last Saturday, figuring it was a nice but empty gesture. He had to talk about something while he walked you home right? It wasn’t like he actually wanted to spend time with you. But when you told him you couldn’t hang out, you were headed to the library’s biannual book sale, he invited himself along. Everyone must’ve been busy, you figured. 

“I’m fine.” He promised, pulling a book off the shelf and skimming through it, “see look, I’m browsing, maybe I’ll buy this.” 

“You’re going to buy,” you paused to read the title, “The Hobbit? Do you like sci-fi.” 

“Dunno,” he shrugged, “what’s that like nerdy stuff like Star Trek?” 

“Yeah, nerdy stuff like Star Trek, JJ. Really, you don’t have to stay.” 

“Well I am.” JJ countered, “How much are these anyway?”

“A dollar.”

JJ nodded, tucking the book under his arm and heading for the end of the aisle. You watched him for a moment, thinking maybe he was going to pay but then he turned the other direction, heading further into the room and disappearing into a new aisle. You stayed in your spot for a little while longer, adding three new books and finally putting the tote bag you’d brought in to good use, placing your ever growing collection in before going to find JJ among the shelves. 

You knew it was silly, because you were sure that he had only come along out of boredom or because there was nothing better to do, but you liked the idea of someone coming with you. Whenever your parents used to come along they would complain about your insistence to show them every book you got and read the back. You doubted JJ really wanted to endure an hour of hearing you talk about books but it didn’t matter, just the thought of being able to share this with someone was exciting and you couldn’t help being a thrilled with the idea. 

“Hey!” JJ’s voice caught your attention and you turned to see him sitting against an uncovered piece of wall, a small stack of books in front of him and one in his hand. “Did you know they have a book version of It.” 

“Yeah uh, Stephen King wrote It in like, the 80’s.” 

“It’s great.” He held up the thick book in his hand, “it’s way different from the movie but I really like it so far.” 

“I’m glad you found something you liked. What else did you get?” 

“Oh, okay. I found Jaws, Jurassic Park, that Hobbit book, and this one...I think our teacher mentioned it like...last year or something.” He held up the last book in his pile and you grinned. 

“Heart of Darkness, it’s a great book. Kinda Ready or Not-ish in the sense that they hunt people for sport.” You replied. “Do you want to look at more or we can go?” 

“We could grab food. I know Kie’s off but her dad might give us a break on lunch.” JJ mentioned, grabbing his books and following you to the stairwell where they had set up the checkout table. “What’d you get anyway?” He asked, pulling on the bag a little to try and peek inside. 

“I’ll show you at lunch, the unveiling is my favorite part.” You replied, positive the smile on your face was a little too exuberant. 

“You’re such a nerd.” JJ teased though there was a distinct level of fondness in his voice. 

“I just mean,” as the woman at the desk handed you back the bag of your books you clutched the handles, waiting for JJ to pay, “you can look at them whenever, it’s not a big deal. I just was thinking, you know, we can sit down and...but it’s fine-“

“Whatever you wanna do.” JJ replied, shrugging. He followed you up the basement steps to the main floor and out onto the sidewalk. The Wreck wasn’t too far away, just a short walk, but you were starting to feel antsy from trying so hard not to make yourself sound stupid and failing at it miserably. 

“I think, I’m gonna head home.” 

“Oh,” JJ frowned but you missed it, already turning toward the parking lot, “are you sure? Foods like, two minutes away.” 

“I’m kinda tired but I really appreciate you tagging along. As my dad says, I’m a hard person to like,” you said, smiling away the self-deprecating joke. 

“Guess I’ll see you around.” JJ pulled on his backpack straps, his books now safely inside as he watched you walk to your car and get in. 

Despite JJ still continuing to work for your father as the summer came to an end, you did your best to avoid him. Not as far as army crawling through your room to avoid the window though you had given it a moment of consideration one afternoon. 

You wanted to ask him if he’d finished any of the books he bought and if he liked them. If he regretted going with you to the booksale or if he’d actually enjoyed himself. But you were too nervous, so you did the best thing you could think of and ignored him. Until you couldn’t anymore. 

You were coming home from the beach, having gone by yourself just to spend the morning reading before it got crowded with last minute tourists, when you walked into your room to find JJ there, standing at your desk, holding a picture of you with your grandma in Maine last spring. 

“What are you doing in my room?” You asked, startling him and causing him to drop the frame on the carpeted floor, thankfully not breaking it. 

“Sorry, sorry, your dad told me to use the upstairs bathroom-“

“Which isn’t in my room.” You replied, dropping your beach tote on the floor and walking further into the room.

“Yeah,” JJ laughed a little, “I just wanted to see if you were home.”

“I was at the beach.” 

He perked up at the sound of that, immediately trying to picture how cute you would look out on a surf board with him. “How’s the surf?” 

“I don’t surf,” You barely even went in the water, “JJ, why are you in my room?”

“I told you-“

You cut him off, “Why are you still in my room?”

“I just wanted to talk to you. Listen I don’t know if maybe I wasn’t being clear or you aren’t interested, which is cool, ya know...but I really like you. I was kinda hoping we could get a second date, since you cut the first one short.” He explained, leaning against your desk.

“What are you talking about...we haven’t been on a date.” You replied, crossing your arms and frowning. You definitely would’ve remembered someone asking you on a date, especially someone like JJ.

“We went to the book sale.” He replied as if that was obvious.

“Yeah cause you showed up at my door and wanted to hang out cause everyone else was busy.” You said, giving the explanation for the day that you had created in your head.

“What are you talking about?” JJ asked, repeating your question from earlier, “John B and them were at the chateau.” 

“What?”

“Wha...wait, what is going on?” He said, running a hand through his hair out of mild frustration. He had come over because you were avoiding him and he was hoping to catch a chance to talk to you, maybe figure out what happened.

“I thought you wanted to hang out cause you didn’t have anything else to do.” You said, as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet.

“Are you kidding me right now? I wanted to hang out cause I like you. I wanted to take you to lunch, hence a date.” JJ replied.

“Oh.” Stunned was an understatement as you stood there staring at him, a little dumbfounded. “Why do you like me?”

“Well don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?” You asked.

“Like it’s so unbelievable.” He said, “look, I really like you. You’re really cool and I actually read all of It so, I think we should go out.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah seriously.”

“Okay, uh, right now though? Cause I’m kinda sandy still, honestly.” You replied.

JJ smiled at you, “yeah, I’m technically supposed to be cutting the grass right now.” As if on cue you heard your dad call JJ downstairs, no doubt wondering about the lawn mower still sitting in the middle of the lawn. “Tonight though?” He asked, walking passed you.

“Okay.” You nodded, biting your lip as you watched him leave your room. The fact that JJ Maybank had just told you he liked you and wanted to take you on a date all because your dad forced you to go to a dumb party was crazy, a little unbelievable, but you couldn’t stop yourself from being excited about it.

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