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deakyjoe · 1 year

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Somebody’s Watching Me Part 2

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (she/her pronouns used, reader is implied British and given backstory)

Category: I still don’t know but it’s coming together

Summary: On a night out with your friends, you’re pleasantly surprised to run into your secret observer.

Warnings: flirting (Ghost and reader getting some action, they deserve it), mentions of war/death, talks of scars, alcohol consumption, Ghost being normal AND weird, the mask is off again, Ghost doing domestic things almost (socialisation in a pub), sexual references, family issues, reader’s friends are intense, British terminology/slang, swearing/cursing, dialogue heavy, minute Soap slander (I love him but couldn’t resist)

Word Count: 5.5k (longer than part 1)

A/N: After the love I got for part 1, I decided to continue so Simon is still my babygirl. Please remember that if Simon feels out of character, that’s the point of this story. It’s him when he’s not being Ghost but being forced to mix aspects of his life at home and his life at work - the work aspects being reader. Also he’s going out of his comfort zone to please the sergeant (you) because he likes you but just hasn’t really realised it yet. Not entirely sure I’m as pleased with this part as I was with the first but we’re posting anyway!

Part 1 available here.

Part 3 available here.

It took weeks before your friends finally managed to convince you to join them on a night out. You'd been putting it off for a number of reasons. One being that the thought of socialising in a crowded environment had you wanting to gouge your eyes out as you'd grown used to little to no company. Another being that you genuinely thought it'd be overwhelming and you might have a panic attack.

But after they'd assured you that they'd look after you and you could all leave if it got to be too much, you relented and organised a time and place with them. Just your local pub on a Wednesday night. You'd decided on a Wednesday as you hoped it wouldn't be too crowded and that your friends might need a pick-me-up in the middle of their work weeks. They agreed quickly with the idea.

And honestly it'd been nice for the most part. You'd arrived early, you swear active duty had made you so time efficient that you spent almost no time at all getting ready, and sat down at a table in the corner, out of sights of the most of the rest of the pub. The only thing in direct eye line was the bar itself which would come in handy when you needed to go up and order drinks.

Your friends all slowly arrived, none of them being too late, and gave you big greetings as they hadn't seen you in "forever" they claimed. You returned hugs and kisses and prepared yourself for a night of bombarding questions and retelling of war stories.

A couple of your girlfriends were bought drinks by guys at the bar and you watched on in amusement as they giggled about it together. They assured you that someone would probably buy you a drink if you asked but you waved them off saying you didn't care, which you didn't.

You listened intently as they all told you what was happening with their lives - work, significant others, kids, families, pets, parties, weddings, funerals, birthdays, anything and everything you could possibly imagine. A note of envy settled in your stomach at one point but it went away quickly when you told yourself you were being silly.

Telling them about your life was slightly more complicated. You had to skirt around some of the details of your job as it was classified and would probably horrify them if they knew what you truly did. You gushed about some of the amazing people you'd met and mentioned casually that you'd actually bumped into your lieutenant in the supermarket. They all absorbed it with wide eyes of wonder and amazement, each of them having at least one question to ask.

"So, wait, you can actually shoot a gun?"

"Does it bother you having to bunk with a bunch of blokes?"

“What’s said country like?”

"Are any of them fit?"

"Isn't it tiring?"

"How long until you go back?"

"Met anyone you fancy?"

"Hang on, you have to share a communal bathroom?"

Yes, it's alright, not really, they're okay, very, not sure, oh my god, yeah.

They never really seemed satisfied with your answers and always wanted you to elaborate. Which you did if possible.

Overall, it was nice. There was no sense of impending doom or a weird feeling in your stomach about the whole thing. You let your guard down just enough for once to attempt to have a good time. Which you did. You laughed, you chatted, you drank, it was good.

Until the bar tender came over with a drink that looked exactly like what you usually ordered.

And when he placed it in front of you, you wanted to throw up.

"Fella at the bar bought this for you."

This was it. The moment in the night that you looked forward to the least and the moment your friends had been encouraging the most. They insisted that you needed to "put yourself out there more" and “try to get laid at some point”. You were "too uptight" as they put it. Little did they know that you weren't really interested in a quick shag or even a relationship with anyone at the moment. And rejecting someone was always awful. Every time they asked why and having to explain that your job made romantic entanglements extremely hard made things awkward.

"Ooh, this is so exciting!" One of your friends squealed beside you, frantically searching the bar for the culprit. "Which one?"

“Blond one.”

Oh.

"Tall."

My.

"Scars on his face."

God.

Your eyes shot towards the bar and immediately landed on him. Of course he was already looking your way with his drink raised to you.

"Shit." You cursed, silently letting out a sigh of relief that it wasn't someone you'd have to reject but all the more anxious because it was him. A part of you was very excited to see him though.

"What is it? Do you know him?" Another friend asked you.

"He's my lieutenant. Fuck." You stood from your seat, grabbing the drink.

"The one from the shops?"

"Yeah. I'll be back in a minute, guys. I'm just gonna go say hi." You explained, slowly making your way towards Ghost.

"Take your time!"

You hadn't seen your lieutenant since he'd gone over to your place for tea. It was a weird experience. Weirder than the shops. You'd had a couple cups of tea each, shared his packet of chocolate digestive biscuits, which he'd kindly offered to you, chatted a little more and then he'd left. You didn't exchange phone numbers or even offer to see each other again. He didn't because he probably didn't want to and you didn't because you thought he probably wouldn't want to. So you'd gone your separate ways and that was that.

As you got closer to him, you wished you hadn't had so much to drink. You weren't drunk but you weren’t sober either. Kind of just bordering the edges between being buzzed and tipsy.

"Simon."

He turned so his body was facing yours, his large frame consumed the stool he was sitting on. Intimidating and alluring all at once. "Sergeant."

"You really should start calling me by my name." You sighed, stopping to stand in front of him.

"I like calling you sergeant."

"And I liked calling you lieutenant." You shot back, taking a sip of your drink despite your head screaming at you not to.

"Bet you like calling me Simon more."

Your eyes widened at his statement. He wasn't wrong but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "Thanks for the drink, by the way."

"It's no problem. Thought I owed you for the bourbon."

You hummed in agreement but said nothing.

"Friends of yours?" He nodded towards your table where all of them were watching the two of you interact intently.

"Uh, yeah. First night out since being home so..." You shrugged.

"Having fun?"

"I was." You regretted your words immediately, knowing that you’d been insensitive.

"Ruined it, did I?" He asked but it wasn't malicious.

"No. Just... unexpected."

He nodded. "So, which one's your boyfriend?"

You were surprised at the question. Last time he'd enquired about your personal life it hadn't gone so well.

"You live alone?"

"Yeah. Used to have a hamster but he died a few months back."

He blinked at you and said nothing so you rushed off to make tea, desperately trying to come up with a new topic to talk about when you got back to him.

"That's presumptuous of you, lieutenant."

"Just making conversation with you, sergeant." The return of dropping rank had you tingling inside. Might have just been the alcohol though.

You huffed. "None of them."

"Girlfriend then?"

You shook your head. "Nope."

"Sorry soul you're torturing with your affection couldn't make it then? What a shame." His eyes narrowed, you presumed he was joking.

"I'll ignore that insult. I'm single." Setting your drink on the surface of the bar, you leant your hip against the side but not before taking a step closer to him.

"Lucky for the world then that you're not burdening anyone with yourself."

"Jesus, Simon." You laughed out of shock, struck with his bluntness.

"Had to be said."

"Huh, you really are a charmer." You flashed him a glimpse of your teeth in a small smile, brows raising on the last word of your sentence.

"I try my best.” Pause. “Why are you single?"

"Because my affection is a burden apparently." Repeating his own words back to him seemed better than explaining your depressing void of no romance in your life because of your job. But maybe he’d understand.

"I'm serious."

"Why do you care?"

Simon didn’t strike you as the kind of person who gave a shit about the love lives of people he worked with. So why did he seem so interested in yours?

He didn't answer straight away and when he did, it seemed rehearsed. "You're my sergeant, part of my team. It's my role to care."

"To make sure I stay alive. Not to inquire about my love life." You were properly frowning at him now.

Ghost raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry I asked."

With a sigh, you relented. "The job."

"Go on…"

"Makes it difficult. The job makes it difficult to date. Especially civilians." You added the last bit on with clenched teeth. It didn’t really matter. Civilians were not on your romantic radar.

"Would you want to date a civilian?"

He saw straight through you.

"No, not really."

"Hmm."

You wanted to avoid discussing the topic any further so asked a question to change the subject. "What're you drinking?"

"Scotch that Soap recommended."

"And?"

He swished the glass around, the ice clinking against the side. "Utter shite."

"Figures." You took a long look at his drink. “You drink it on the rocks.”

“Tastes better cold. Less shit.”

“That your second glass?”

"Monitoring my alcohol intake, sergeant?” He asked and you shook your head as he looked you up and down. “You gonna take a seat or just stand there all day?"

"I'm supposed to be going back to my friends." You gestured weakly over your shoulder with your thumb, kind of forgetting they’d still been there until that moment.

His eyes flickered between the table and you. "Think we both know that isn't happening any time soon."

You hated how he saw straight through you. "Do we?"

"We do. Take a seat, sergeant." He nodded towards the stool next to him.

You stood up straighter, making a point to look directly into his eyes. "I like being eye level with you."

His foot hooked around the back of your legs and tugged you closer to him. "Think you'll find that I've still got a couple inches on you."

Your skin flushed hot, he was so close to you. You reached out and tapped his chest a couple times before realising what you were doing and removed your hand. "Think you'll find that you've had a bit too much to drink, sir."

"Simon. Thought we'd established that you can call me Simon." He leant back a little bit, relaxing in his seat. “And thought we agreed that you weren’t monitoring my alcohol intake.”

"Sorry." You squeaked.

"Sorry who?"

With a smile, you looked up at him through your lashes. You already knew what you were going to say. "Sorry... Lieutenant Riley."

He smiled. Actually smiled. It was small but it was unmistakable. "Brat."

He was beautiful when he smiled. He was always beautiful but when Simon Riley smiled… he was radiant.

You lit up at the smile but glowered at the insult. "Simon!"

"It's true." He shrugged, taking another mouthful of his drink and wincing at the taste.

"I'm stubborn. Not a brat."

"Believe me, I know you're stubborn. You've almost died like twelve times because you're stubborn. Had to save you every time." He shook his head as if it were a grievance to him.

"Could've left me behind."

"Couldn't do that. I'm your lieutenant, remember? My role is to keep you alive."

"I'm sure Price would let it slide if you had good enough reason." You thought about your Captain and wondered if he'd let you die for a good enough cause. Probably. But you held no resentment towards that fact.

Simon's head tilted to the side as he watched you think. "Don't think he'd accept brat as a reason, hm?"

You raised a finger to correct him. "Stubborn. Not a brat."

"Definitely a brat."

"Stop calling me that." You whined.

"That was the brattiest thing you've ever said. In the brattiest voice." He glared down at you. "You whined."

"You're such a dickhead, Simon." You scoffed but it was clear you were holding back a smile.

"And you're a brat. Guess we're even."

"Okay, I'm going back to my friends. To get away from this targeted attack." You paused. "Unless you want to join."

"I'll pass."

"I guessed. Do you have any friends? Maybe you could use the socialisation." You offered, wondering whether the man ever spoke to anyone when he was home or if he completely isolated himself from the rest of the world.

"Don't have friends for a reason."

That answered that for you.

"And what's that?"

"Ask too many personal questions."

He had a valid point. People did ask too many personal questions and you could understand why someone like Simon wouldn't like that.

"They wouldn't. My friends. They know we tend to be... private."

"You're a sergeant and I'm a lieutenant. Neither of us are privates." He paused to let the joke settle in. "A little army humour."

"I got it. That was good." You beamed at him, eyes crinkling in the corners at his quip.

"How much do they know of what we do?" He nodded in the direction of your friends.

You thought it over for a moment. "Very little. They know more about my teammates than anything else. Even that is limited."

He stiffened at that. "What do they know of me?"

"My quiet lieutenant with no face. Until recently." You let your eyes roam his features, taking all of him in. He was remarkable to look at really. But you'd never voice that to him.

"Hmm."

"There's more but I won't divulge with you." It was a partial joke to mess with him a little. There was some truth behind it however. You may or may not have gushed about your lieutenant to your friends. But that was nothing really. Just friendly appreciation for the man who outranked you.

"That makes me nervous."

Playing with him was too easy and too fun. "You should be."

"I'm reconsidering sitting with you and your friends now." He frowned but wasn't completely serious.

That surprised you. "You were going to?"

"Maybe." He drank more of the Scotch and trembled. "Christ, this stuff is fucking disgusting."

"Order a bourbon, something you know you actually like." You sighed. "Please do. If they're too much we can leave."

"We?" He was always questioning we.

You rolled your eyes at him. "It's always we. Teammates, y'know?"

A level of unsureness settled over his face. "I know."

"Get used to a lot of we then."

"Don't plan on seeing you again after this." The admittance stung but you weren't going to let that stop you.

"I'm sure you thought that last time as well. But here we are. Are you stalking me?" There was a hint of genuineness in the question. There was no way this second chance encounter was pure coincidence.

He shook his head, waving the bar tender over and ordering a bourbon like you'd suggested. "You're too boring for that."

"You have such a way with words. Really know how to make a lady feel special." You said dryly.

"It's a gift." He scratched at the side of his nose, absentmindedly trailing a finger over one of his scars in the process.

"They wouldn't say anything, y'know? Or stare. If you're worried about that. I've come home with my fair share of scars over the years. They understand." You pulled the neckline of your shirt to the side to show off an old bullet wound that had scarred over on your collar bone.

Simon's eyes lingered on the mark on your skin but you couldn't quite read his expression. "People always stare."

"I don't."

"No, you don't." He hesitated. "Okay then."

"Wait, really?" You perked up.

"Yes, really. Quickly. Before I change my mind, sergeant." He rose from his seat, grabbing his drink and gesturing for you to go first.

You gazed up at him. It really was easy to forget just how big he was. "Quick question first?"

He didn't seem keen. "Go ahead."

"How long were you here watching me before you sent the drink over?" You really needed to know, to see how out of it you were.

"Not long." Lie.

Your brow furrowed. "How long, Simon?"

"About forty minutes."

Your eyes widened. You didn't expect it to have been that long. "Fort- Jesus. And I didn't notice you?"

He brushed you off with a small shrug. "You were having fun. Guard was down."

"Still."

"Don't dwell on it. I was just going to leave and not let you know I was here." His eyes moved away from you, the opposite side of his eye contact problem showing.

You ducked to the side to meet his gaze again. "Why didn't you?"

He shrugged again.

You offered him a small slip of affection, just the tiniest thing. "I'm glad you didn't."

He grunted in reply, which was more than you were expecting. So, you just gestured for him to follow you towards the table of your friends where you stopped short a couple feet away. You sent a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure that Simon was still, in fact, there and hadn't pulled a Ghost and disappeared. But he was still standing there watching you when you checked. Which meant it was time for introductions... which you sucked at.

"Everybody, this is Simon. My lieutenant. Simon this is... everybody." You frowned at the crowded table in front of you. "You'll pick up names. It's alright that he joins us, yeah?"

“Of course.”

"Yeah."

"Oh, my god, yes."

"Take a seat, mate."

"Where you from, Simon?"

"Manchester."

"Ugh, he's a Manc! Moving on!"

You laughed as you squeezed into the booth with Simon next to you, trying not to touch him too much. "What did I miss? What are we talking about?"

"My husband is cheating on me." One of your friends announced dramatically.

Your eyes widened at the confession. "What? Really?"

"I suspect he is." She pouted, slumping forward onto the table.

"As if. He worships the ground you walk on. As he should. What makes you think he's cheating?" You debated whether this was a good topic to be talking about with your lieutenant sat right there. But then you figured that Simon needed some friends. And what was a better way to make friends than through some old-fashioned gossip?

"Late nights as work. Going to the gym a lot. He's not getting any fitter either."

You winced. "Ah, well that is quite damning."

"Yeah. I'm trying to build up the courage to just ask him about it."

"Yeah, confront him. If he's cheating then come to me. I know how to use a gun and hide a body." You winked at her.

"Sergeant." Simon's warning tone came from beside you.

"I'm kidding, lieutenant." You looked to your friend again and mouthed. "I'm not."

Another one of your friends spoke up, leaning on the table on his elbows. "God, you guys are so formal. Even during leave."

"We don't have to be. He refuses to call me anything other than sergeant. I think it's because he secretly doesn't know my name." You nudged Simon with your elbow and then, realising what you'd done, pulled back quickly. Maybe taking a break from the drink would be a good idea for a while.

"Not true." Ghost shook his head slowly.

"So you claim. Yet you've yet to refer to me as anything other than sergeant."

"It's fun watching you squirm thinking you have to be on your best behaviour all the time." He sent you a sly smirk, his eyes squinting just the tiniest bit.

Your jaw dropped. "I'm asking Price to reassign me. This is bullying."

"Wouldn't let Price do it." He countered, leaning in dangerously close.

"Who's Price?"

The both of you pulled back at the question and answered simultaneously. "Captain."

"Ah, okay. The one with the mutton chops, right?" One friend offered.

You nodded. "Right."

Simon huffed. "That's what you told them about Price?"

"It's his best feature."

"Christ, woman." He groaned, rubbing a hand across his face.

"Ooh, woman's a new one."

A friend volunteered in your defence. "To be fair, she's not allowed to tell us much. She usually gives us one identifying feature of every person she tells us about. So we can keep up."

"I'm assuming Soap is the fact that he's Scottish."

"Scottish with Mohawk. He gets two."

"What's Gaz?"

"Baby of the team."

"Fitting. Me?"

You stayed silent.

"What is it?"

You shook your head. "Can't say. Classified."

"Sergeant." His voice was harsh, demanding.

But you weren’t going to give in. "Lieutenant."

"I won't be insulted." His voice dropped to its familiar bored tone, as if trying to force the idea that it wouldn’t bother him.

That’s not what concerned you however. "Don't think you would be."

"Then why can't you tell me?”

"Just can't." Stellar reasoning, well done.

"I could ask them." He tilted his head in the direction of your friends, who were all watching you completely enraptured.

You didn’t back down, stare hardening at him. "Go ahead."

"Fine." He turned to the table. "What's my identifying feature?"

There was a moment of silence before someone gave in and admitted it. Traitors. "You don't have one."

There was a split second of delay before he replied. "She doesn't talk about me then?"

"Quite the opposite actually." One of your friends giggled.

Another stepped in. "Talks about you sooo much that you don't need an identifying feature. Just know who her lieutenant is."

"Besides, apparently you usually wear a mask. You have no features."

A raised finger of a counterpoint. "Arguably, the mask is the feature."

Ghost turned to you, almost smug. "You talk about me, sergeant?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Simon. You're good at what you do. I can appreciate that." You sniffed, rolling your shoulders back to force yourself to relax.

"Out loud? With your friends?"

You shot him an irritated look. "Get over yourself."

"Didn't say anything."

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. "I know what you're thinking."

"I'm sure you do." He exhaled deeply, glancing away from you towards his drink.

Your own gaze moved back towards everyone else around the table. "Moving on! What else is happening with you guys?"

"Saw your parents a couple days ago. They said they didn't know you were home."

Well, that wasn’t the jollier topic you hoped to move on to.

A fake smile automatically set itself on your face at the mention of your family. "Fuck. What did you say?"

"Lied for you and said you only just got back. Might want to call them."

"I will do that. At some point.” Lie, lie, lie.

"Mhm, your sister had another baby as well. That's what? The fourth niece or nephew you haven't met?" There was a note of condescension in your friend’s voice.

You shrugged, knowing you had a decent enough reason. If your job counted as decent. "I've been busy. And it's only the second."

"We're not judging. Your parents might be though."

"Well, that's lovely to know." You slouched down in your seat. The relationship with your parents was… touchy, to say the least. Desperately seeking their approval for years had left the bond with them strained. And you being away from home so often definitely hadn’t helped the rockiness of it all.

"Also they seem convinced that you've met a military man and are going to come home engaged or married..."

Your face scrunched in disgust. "Oh, ew. What the fuck?"

Simon elbowed you harshly in the ribs. "We're not that bad."

"Share a bunk with Soap and come back to me on that." You snapped back. Your fellow sergeant was a snorer who regularly farted in his sleep. He was like your brother but man did you hate having to sleep in close proximity to him.

"Fair point.” He grumbled back to you. “But why are they under that impression?"

"They know I don't date civilians."

"Or anyone." One of your friends mumbled in her drink.

"Thank you.” You sent her a sarcastic smile. “So they think I'm after a man in uniform."

"Aren't you?" The same friend asked.

You closed your eyes and clenched your jaw. "In... theory."

"Not in practice though." She carried on, loving the way you were squirming.

"We know not in practice, okay? Doesn't need to be said aloud.” You spared a glance at the man beside you before adding a harsh whisper. “Especially in front of my lieutenant."

"I'm sure Simon is loving this."

"It comes with the job. Family troubles and no love life." He offered some of your words back to you from earlier, shrugging. You were glad of the support from him, even if it was only your own thoughts.

"You got any friends for her Simon? Anyone on the team you think she'd be good with?"

He shook his head. "Nah, not good enough for her."

Wait, what? Not good enough? For you? Since when did he have such a high opinion of you?

A friend of yours cooed. "That's sweet. If it helps, she's great in the sack."

You choked on the mouthful of drink you were taking, slamming your glass back down. "And how exactly would you know that?!"

"I shared a house with you in uni, babes. I remember all those guys coming out of your room with dazed smiles looking as if they'd just had the time of their life." She grinned at you slyly.

Eyes wide. Jaw dropped. Heart racing. "Oh, my god. Please shut up."

"You asked."

"I didn't need such a detailed answer!” You were ignored.

"Although you may be quite rusty at the moment. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

You covered your face with your hands. "For the love of everything that is good in this world, please be quiet."

"I'm just saying. We're all friends here, aren't we?" She laughed, mainly gesturing towards your higher up.

"He's my lieutenant!"

"Wait, Simon, are you single?"

You cut in before it could go any further. "Nope! Okay! So... sister? Baby. Parents? Delusional. What else?"

Everyone around the table chuckled at your reaction but moved on anyway, much to your relief.

"They're hoping you’re home for Christmas this year."

Your hand tightened around your drink. "I hope I'm not."

"Thought you'd say that."

Paying little attention to what your friend actually said, you mumbled to yourself. "That's fucking ridiculous of them. What the actual fuck?"

"We said the same." Mumbled loud enough for them to overhear apparently.

Simon looked confused. "What's the issue there?"

You failed to answer so someone else did for you. "They uninvited her to Christmas three years ago. Hasn't been back since."

"Why would they do that?"

"Didn't approve of her lifestyle."

He turned to you. "Your... lifestyle?"

"Murderer daughter." You bit back, bitterly.

His body tightened with tension. "You're not a murderer."

"Tell them that." You snorted. "Why do they want me home now?"

"Beats us.” Your friends said in weird unison.

"Wish they'd make their mind up over whether they want to disown me or not. It's exhausting trying to keep up."

The table laughed at that. Simon did not. But did he laugh at anything?

“I’m gonna get another drink. Want one?” He looked down at you, pointing vaguely at your almost empty glass.

“Uhh… sure. Thanks.” You smiled at him, which he obviously didn’t return. After briefly asking everyone else if they wanted anything, which they declined, he stalked off in the direction of the bar.

Once he was a few paces away, one of your friends practically launched herself halfway across the table and lowered her voice to a hushed whisper. "He's gorgeous, babes."

You decided to play coy. "You think?"

"You don't?" Her brow was raised in disbelieving accusation.

The coy act was dropped pretty quickly. "Oh, I know he is. Just didn't think you would."

"Well, I do. And he’s definitely your type, absolutely perfect for you. Plus he so likes you."

You scoffed. "No, he doesn't."

"He fancies the pants off of you!" She insisted.

You didn’t buy it. "I can guarantee that he does not."

"He can't take his eyes off you!"

"He has a staring problem." You shrugged, it was true.

"Yeah, the problem is that he can't stop staring at you."

You thought about it. Yeah, he stared at you a lot. But he stared at everything. Didn't mean he stared at you with... feelings or whatever your friends were implying. Just that he had a staring problem.

"Lieutenant Simon Riley does not like me." It was a finalised statement, one that you believed wholeheartedly.

"Open your eyes, babes. He likes you."

"Do you like him?"

Avoid answering. "Not allowed to like him. He's my lieutenant."

"That doesn't answer our question."

Shit.

"Maybe a little." You pinched your fingers together, there was no point lying to them, and shook your head. "Doesn't matter anyway."

"Why?"

"Because, say he did like me, he'd never admit it. And I'm not going to push him into anything. I'm just glad he's talking to me and accepting my attempt at us being friends." That was true. You were loving how he wasn’t completely rejecting your friendship. He maybe wasn’t embracing it but he wasn’t pushing you away either.

"That's so sad, babes."

"Cheers.” You deadpanned. “It can't happen anyway."

"Why not?"

"Relationships aren't allowed. Makes us a liability. My captain would reassign one of us as soon as he caught wind of it. And it would be me." The thought of Price reassigning you was horrid. You loved your team more than anything.

"Simon said he wouldn't let your captain reassign you."

That was true, he did. "He was joking... I think."

"I don't think he was. That man stares at you like he's ready to eat you. It's like listening to Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen in real life!"

Groan. "You watched Dirty Dancing again, didn't you?"

"Yes, but that's not the point. The point is that Simon looks at you with hungry eyes. And don't judge my love for Dirty Dancing." Two of your friends nodded in agreement with her.

"I'm not. I'm judging your favourite song choice when Love Is Strange by Mickey and Sylvia is clearly the superior song on the soundtrack." You said as you downed the last bit of your drink, thankful Simon was bringing you another one. Your mouth was dry and the initial buzz was wearing off. You’d need more alcohol if this interrogation was going to continue despite it probably not being the best idea.

"Blasphemy!” She declared before quietening herself. “Oop, we gotta be quiet now because he's coming back over. Simon!"

He froze in his tracks, a glass clasped in each large hand. "Yes?"

"Can you settle a debate for us?"

You froze too, wide-eyed. They weren't going to ask about him staring at you, were they?

"Sure...?"

You smiled at his unsure tone. Big, scary man who got shot at for a living was terrified of answering a little question.

"You've seen Dirty Dancing, yeah?"

You relaxed.

"I have."

Surprising.

"Which is a better song? Hungry Eyes or Love Is Strange?"

"Oh, I... uh-"

"Leave the poor man alone." You laughed despite being a little curious about his music taste.

"I always liked She's Like the Wind."

That shocked you to your core. "Patrick Swayze fan?"

"Used to have a mullet just like his." He placed your drink in front of you. "Here you go. You look surprised."

"I always am when you don't disappear. And when you admit to being a Patrick Swayze fan." You snorted, taking the drink from him.

"Learn to have a little faith, Sarge." He sighed as he sat down next to you again, an inch closer than before you were sure.

A burning feeling settled in your chest at the nickname. Sure, it was only a shortened version of your rank, and a common one at that, but it was something. Not sergeant. Not woman. Sarge. You decided to let it slide to see if he’d ever do it again of his own accord.

"Your name's Ghost for a reason." You sing-songed, the image of his mask flashing through your mind.

"I'll give you that. But remember, Simon here."

"Still weird."

"Still Simon."

You chewed the inside of your bottom lip before asking your next question. "Patrick Swayze?"

"He was blond."

"Like you, you mean?"

Hesitation. "Yeah."

You hummed and thought about him with a mullet. What an odd thing to admit to you. But you’d never complain. If Simon was willing to offer you little tidbits of silly information about himself, then you were going to absorb every single one and treasure them forever.

A/N: Simon with a mullet as a teen because he wanted to be Patrick Swayze when he grew up is canon to me now.

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silencesscreams · 10 months

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be my mistake

steve harrington x f!reader (smut)

“steve, how could i avoid you? it’s impossible, you’re everywhere i look!“

a/n: also i slipped in a little amy march reference in the discussion part, its my steve fic, sorry in advance if you dont like it and its shitty!! english isn’t my first language so sorry about any grammar mistakes

warnings: angsty-ish, best friends w the scoops troop (i love them so muchhh), afab reader, crying, swearing, kissing, praise, oral (f receiving), begging, a bit of degradation, penetration, unprotected (do not do this pls.),

MINORS DNI

you could say that working at the local family video had its perks.

specially when your two closest friends worked with you but, of course, none of them knew about your recently resurfaced crush on one of them.

steve was not the same guy he was when you met him, sure, he flirted with a lot of girls, and with you, but he was nicer. he was sweet to customers, he even occasionally 'babysit' (that was how robin called hanging out with the kids he was friends with).

recently, steve had become more touchy towards you, he was constantly giving you hugs, he even held your hand at the movies once! sure, you and steve had become best friends, but did he know the effect he had over you? he must know. you blushed whenever he barely touched you, and you felt like your feelings were pretty obvious, you never knew how to hide them properly. he must know, right?

something else, which robin had noticed and commented on with you, was that steve hadn't flirted with any girls in a while now. sure it was weird, because thats basically the thing he did the most, but you didnt really bother, it actually made you a bit less insecure.

you, steve and robin started to watch movies every late monday, since you had less customers on those days, so you'd usually 'work late' and get some takeout and watch some shitty movie you'd probably talk through and make very bad jokes about later.

“ladies! im going on a second date tonight!” he said, barging in with a smile on his face. you could feel your heart fall to the ground, you didn’t even know he had a first date with someone recently.

“what? with who?” robin asked confused.

“her names camila, she goes to state college, i think”

“hm, and did you tell her you have no dreams for the future and work at a family video?” robin teased him.

“oh please, i have a lot of dreams!” he complained, putting on his vest.

“sure you do, stevie” you commented, rolling your eyes playfully. why were you feeling so stupid?

you could feel your stomach fall to the ground, god, that hurt.

it was not like you ever even kissed him. so that meant he was just flirting with you for the fun, then, god, that hurt even more.

and plus, it was steve harrington.

you wouldn’t want to ruin your friendship ever, specially not because of some crush you had, if you could even call it that.

it lasted so long it was probably a free fall at this point.

and so steve went on the date.

and with that, steve had a new girlfriend.

and you hated every single cell in her body.

camila was mean, evil, sick, twisted, a bitch, disgusting and she had this god awful breath. her perfume left you with headaches. and did i say she was mean? because she really was.

but you couldn’t help to not be at least a bit angry at him, and so you found yourself avoiding him at all costs. mostly because he was always with camila and you found her insufferable, but it was also because, yes, you were hurt.

then steve and camila broke up.

so you found out, you had no excuse not to hang out with him anymore. you had no excuse to skip movie sessions, outings, or anything else.

and so whenever a hang out would come up, you suddenly had a sore throat, a headache, a fever. and you don’t know why, but robin wasn’t judging you for it.

you told her about your crush and told her that was the reason you weren’t hanging out with them outside of work, and she understood. she didn’t even question it, and that made you feel worse about it.

“okay, whenever you’re ready to hang out again, feel free to come over, alright?” that was all she said. and it hurt deeply, because you missed your best friends.

but being around steve was unbearable.

and you still, gave it a shot.

monday came around, and robin invited you to hang out at steve’s and watch friday the 13th. for the first time in 2 months, you said yes.

punctually, you were at steve’s, it was 7pm and that was half an hour later to what robin scheduled with you, but her car wasn’t on the driveway. that definitely made you nervous. one thing was hanging out with steve AND robin, the other was hanging out with steve.

took a while for steve to answer the door, once he did, he was standing there in all his glory, wearing grey sweatpants and shirtless. you could feel all your dignity (which was very little) leave your body. you were feeling your body get hotter by the second and the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy.

“hey, come in” he smiled awkwardly, looking around his house nervously.

“sorry i didn’t answer the door earlier, my family’s out of town and i forgot and assumed someone else would answer it.” you smiled at him.

“no problem” you said, trying so hard not to look at him.

“hm, i’m gonna put something on, sorry about that. feel free to sit on the couch, eat, whatever you want to do is fine”

“okay” you smiled, heading over to his living room. there was popcorn on the coffee table, the vhs tape on the table and there was a half filled dr pepper bottle on the floor. you thought it was sweet steve put this together, why aren’t you that mad at him anymore?

when he came back, he was wearing a old t shirt, stained with something that looked like ketchup. he was smelling good. had he put on perfume? god, you missed his smell.

“you wanna start now?” he asked, putting the tape in the vcr.

“maybe we should wait for robin, right?” you asked, fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“she’s not coming. didn’t she tell you? she got caught up with something at work.”

“oh, right.” she didn’t tell you, and you were sure that was written all over your face.

“y/n?” he called.

“yeah?” you looked at him, your ears flushed.

“have you been avoiding me?” oh shit.

“what do you mean?” you decided to lie shamelessly was just the way to go.

“you know what i mean. you never go out with us anymore, and now i’ve just mentioned robin isnt coming, i realize its because of me.” oh shit.

“what?” you laugh anxiously. “no, i just wanna see the movie, its not like that.”

“stop it. you havent been able to look at me for weeks now and i dont get it. goddamn it! im your best friend!” he sighed, rubbing his eyes the way he did when he was nervous.

“steve, how could i possibly avoid you? you’re everywhere i look!” you blurt out, he was looking at you now. “you’re at my job, you’re near my house, you give me a ride home, you’re in my fucking friend group!”

“i just wanna know what i did, because i never meant to hurt you-“

“steve, stop it, you’re being mean.” you were looking at his hairline, not actually being able to see his eyes in that moment, you were about to do it. “you know how i feel about you and you always have.”

that was probably it, that was the death of the friendship.

“what?” he lowered his head, trying to get something out.

“you dont get to do this to me, okay? you don’t. not when you desperately flirted with me for months just to get a girlfriend. not when you tricked me into thinking that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same. not when i’ve been in love with you since middle school.” you felt like you just had a knife shoved into your stomach because of the way he looked at you. brows furrowed, eyes empathetic, but not looking at you directly.

“im going home.” you managed to get that out, with eyes watery and cheeks flushed. you got up, trying so hard not to look back at him, counting your steps to the door.

one,

two,

three,

four,

five,

six,

seven.

you felt a hand gripping your shoulder.

“stay.” he whispered.

“what?” you turned around, looking up at his hazel colored eyes.

“stay.” his hands were on your waist.

“okay.” you answer, looking directly into his dark pupils and that was probably it for you. someday this man might just kill you, your heart was beating faster than ever and you could feel your stomach knotting and knotting and knotting, it was so silly. you felt so incredibly silly.

until he pulled you in. until he was just a few centimeters away from your lips.

it all happened way too fast.

his lips were touching yours, his hands all over you. you ran your hands through his hair, your mouth parted as his tongue slides into your mouth, licking over yours. his hands on your waist.

your hand goes under his shirt and he felt so warm, until he pulls away. you look up at him, doe eyed and he smiles at you.

he doesn’t even have to say anything, and neither do you.

he takes you up to his room, his hand pressed against your lower back, leading you upstairs with the biggest smile on his face.

he opens the door for you, as you head in you notice he’s just looking at you, blushing and shifting from foot to foot. he gives you a look you had never seen before and it makes your heart pound faster than ever. you can’t bear to hide a smirk.

he stood still in the doorway, but he quickly steps forward once you go up to him and peck his lips, giving him a perfect view of your bra.

holy fucking shit.

then, like it didn’t drive you insane, you pull away, grinning at how he went forward with you.

you were sat at the edge of the, bed legs crossed and eyes observant as he locked his door.

with a speed that drives you crazy, steve lifts you and pulls you into his lap, so you’re straddling him. he does that so quickly, it makes you yelp once you land comfortably, instinctively grinding your hips down, making him groan, the low tone of his voice making heat shoot between your thighs.

“such a tease.” he was toying with the hem of your skirt. “this is hot.” he whispered, voice thick as he lays his left hand on your overexposed thigh.

you go over to kiss him again but stop in the middle of the way, liking the way he looked at you. you lift his hand, from the fabric of your skirt up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles. the action feels so intimate and sweet it makes him smile a bit (he also gets a bit hard but that’s not the point).

you look down at him from where your sat, eyelashes batting as you stop kissing his knuckles when he pulls his hand from you, slipping his fingers between yours and gripping your thigh with the spare hand. you kiss down his neck and he can’t stop thinking of how pretty you looked, really.

that shirt, that bralette he knew was under it.

its not fair you looked like that. he just couldn’t help himself at the sight of you.

his hands coast up your bare sides under the shirt, that made you shudder and rock a little in his lap, the relief of the friction ended suddenly as he grabd your hips and pins you down firmly onto him, so you can’t move.

it was useless to try to roll your hips, specially with his hold pinning you down.

he hums, hand sliding further up your top and squeezing just below your tit.

you can’t help but moan a little as he palms your skin, his voice low and thick as honey,

“you look like…” your head tips back at the feeling of his hands on you and he takes that as an opportunity to trail soft kisses along your neck “like you’re mine.” you mewl weakly as his hand cups your breast, his touch clouding up your brain.

“you’re mine, right?” you nod eagerly, pushing up against the hand tucked under your shirt. he clicks his tongue and rolls your sensitive bud between his fingers, “not an answer, hun.”

he had barely touched you and you’re already shaking, breathing heavily and face flushed.

he started kissing your neck, nipping at it.

“answer or you’re not cumming tonight.” the timbre of his voice was incredibly low once he said that, it made your eyes round and your hips buck into air.

“steve, yes, i’m yours. i’ll be so good, please.” you whined.

he squeezes your breast in approval, humming at the way your eyes shut when he touches you.

“good girl.” he lifts you up, manhandling you as you’re being laid down on the bed, his hand leaving you and making you whine. you can feel him moving downwards, trailing kisses down your neck, stomach, before arriving between your legs.

he chuckles ad you whines, trailing soft kisses down your body.

“don’t be greedy.” he looked up at you from where he’s kissing, the waistband of your skirt, eyes wide as he takes in your already fucked out and needy expression.

“my greedy girl” you nod at that, head tilted up as your back arches up a bit, his mouth still pressing messy kisses to the inside of your thighs, “practically begging for me, huh?”

he’s mocking you, nipping at your inner thighs, marking up anywhere except where you need him. his hands are gripping and rubbing soft circles into your thighs, feeling you go lax and needy under him.

“steveee” you say, blushing at how desperate you sound, “please.”

you feel him smile against your inner thigh, looking up at you, “what it is it, princess? can’t even speak and i’ve barely done anything to you, huh, so needy.” his head drops down as he sucks another hickey into you hip, “use you words.” you grind upwards and he pins your hips down, tutting. he looks at you expecting something and you know he wont give you shit until you beg for it.

“steve, please,” your voice tapers into broken whines as your hips move on their own accord, missing his mouth. “need you in me, please, i’ll be so good for you. need you so bad, please.”

“that’s all you had to say, baby.” with that, his fingers push the fabric of your skirt up, showing your lace panties. he groans at the sight.

“shit, you’re so pretty.” he presses a kiss to your clothed core, making you moan, “gonna fuck you with these on, okay?” you nod lazily, the feeling of steve mouthing over your panties makes speaking very difficult. he grins,

“so fucked out.” he flattens his tongue over you, pushing your panties aside as he swipes his tongue over to your wet heat, lapping from your slit to your swollen clit, “haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re practically soaking.”

your hand has gone to his hair, your grip tightens. he knows that your pouting at that, even if he’s not looking.

steve pushes your legs farther apart, pushing your thigh up slightly as he lapped messily at your pussy.

your hands are tugging on his hair, stirring him on as he flicks over your clit in quick strokes that leave your legs shaking around his head. he looks up at you, your head thrown back slightly, shirt hitched up showing your bralette. he reaches up with one hand, helping you take of the shirt.

once its off, he sees your lacy bralette fully, straps falling down as your back arches. it’s probably the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

he lifts your hips slightly, pressing two digits to your slick entrance, watching how you try and push against them, hips pinned down as you buck down mindlessly,

“steve!” you mewl, voice wrecked. he hums, flicking over your clit with his togue. “aw, doll, is that all you can say?” he gently fucks his fingers into your tight heat, feeling the way you clench around him as you let out another mewling main, legs thrown over his shoulders as he crooks his fingers upwards, pushing up against the sweet spot inside of you. your legs tighten on either side of his head, fingers fucking faster into you, “so fucked out, its cute.”

you blush red, eyes shut and lips parted in soft whines of his name. he liked the way you said it.

his fingers curl against your g-spot, fucking into you in tune with the quick movements of his tongue.

“fuck, steve, ju-just like that, please” he’s placing sloppy kisses over your clit, his fingers thrusting into you, picking up their pace as you clench around him, dripping over his hand.

“fuck, so pretty for me, baby” he groans as he kisses your clit, “such a pretty pussy, can’t wait to fuck you, gonna be so good for me, aren’t you?” he watches how you nod weakly between your choked moans of ‘yesyessteve’. you clench around him, his fingers fucking rapidly in and out of your cunt. you were just about to scream once he leaned forward, taking you clit in his mouth, lips latching the sensitive bud and sucking hard, fingers still curling up against your overworked spot as you grind upwards into his mouth and hand, his palm grinding against your entrance.

his fingers fuck into you fast and rough, his free hand reaching up to palm your breast through the fabric of your bra, rolling your bud between his thumb and forefinger, bringing you closer to your climax.

“i’m gonna cum, oh my god, i’m gonna cum don’t stop please-“ you moaned as your words turned into mostly incoherent nonsense. your thighs were clenching around his head, your hands curling in his hair as he lapped at you clit, his fingers hooking against your heat, watching how you fell apart at his touch, hips bucking as you chased your high.

“steve- fuck- you’re so fucking good” you can barely finish a sentence, grinding against his mouth desperately.

he loves you like this, whimpering and so needy, talking through broken little whines. the way you’re begging has him working over you faster.

he groans, feeling the was you clench around him, your slick walls contracting around his digits,

“fuck, you like that, don’t you? being mine? only good for me, huh?” any coherent answers get lost in your pleas of yes, please. he chuckles, fucking his fingers harder into you.

“ohmygodsteve” you’re a moaning mess, legs spread wide and shaking, his tongue circling your clit after his hand dropped, gripping your hip to lift you up slightly, fingers fucking into you slightly deeper. you’re praising him breath;essay, making his fingers move faster, sucking harder on your clit. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, the sight of you making him impossibly hard as he ground his hips into the mattress, taking in the way your head was tipped back, how your mouth was parted in soft moans of his name, how your fingers are gripped at his hair, grinding into his mouth and hand.

“aw, are you gonna cum already?” you nod as best as you can, his fingers are moving roughly in you, pulling you towards your finish. you try to hold off when he murmurs, flicking your clit with his tongue.

“cum for me, let me feel you squeeze my fingers with that thigh pussy.” you cum hard on his tongue, his digits still fucking into you, drawing you out of it. your climax crashes over you in waves, the feeling of being fucked open when you came making you whine.

you’re whimpering as he pulls his fingers out of you. steve reaches up and pins your legs up to your chest, kissing you hard and rough. he nips ate your lips and murmurs,

“still need me, baby?” he’s rubbing your cheeks and you can’t help but push against his touch. your voice is broken and whinny,

“yes, please, need you so bad.” he kisses you again and you can feel his hair brushing over your face,

“good fucking girl.” you practically preen from his praise, as he sits up, taking off his shirt and lowering his sweatpants, he takes a moment to dip his hand below his waistband to palm himself through his boxers,

“fuck, need you so bad,” you whine in response, as he pushes is boxers down, his erection hitting up against his stomach. you moan then, seeing him stroke his cock at the sight of you, he chuckles, running his hand down his shaft at the way you’re whining for him.

“needy little slut, aren’t you?” you feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against your slick entrance as he lines himself up to you.

“your needy little slut” you say, grinding against his tip, your slick coating him. he looks down at you with hooded eyes, his voice low as he presses himself closer to you, stretching your cunt around him.

“of course you are” he’s spreading your legs and kissing you. he rocks his hips forward, not fucking you, but enough to make you moan, “tell me if you want to stop, okay?” with that, he pushes into you.

pushing his thick length into you in one stroke, the sudden stretch making you moan breathlessly. he groans into the crook of your neck, biting down on that soft spot,

“still so tight” he wastes no time starting to ove, shallowly rolling his hips up to you. “fuck, feels so fucking good” he kisses your neck, cooing at you. “pretty girl, look at you, taking it like such a good little slut.” he’s pulling your bra down, the flimsy lace pushed back. he fucks you harder, your tits bouncing with each hard thrust into you. you’re moaning lewdly as he thrusted forward, his cock stretching you open. it feels so good, the feeling of him filling you up. you cried out and gripped at his arms, each hard thrust fucking you into the mattress.

“fuck, steve, harder” he cocks an eyebrow, then pulls out to the tip, you whine at the lost.

“you asked for it, doll” he thrusts forward roughly, filling you up with his cock, you feel him even deeper this time, the press of him against your walls making you whine louder as he thrusted harder. “can you take this?” he fucks into you rapidly, mocking you, pushing you against the headboard. “you said you wanted it harder, didn’t you?”

your cheeks burn at the way he degrades your his relentless thrusts making the heat in your abdomen start to build. you’re moaning soft chants of ‘yes, please and steve’, babbling nonsensically through your moans. his thrusts are hard and deep, pushing against your walls, filling you in perfectly.

the rapid slap of skins fills the room as his hips pick up pace, slamming against yours with each thrust, the base of his cock grinding at your clit, the friction making you moan.

“fuck, taking me so well” he’s kissing your neck and playing with your tits, “you were made for me” he groans.

“oh my god” you moan as his cock pushes into you faster, the brutal snap of his hips making you cry out, you start babbling again, chasing your high. he feels so good inside of you, the roll of his hips bringing you closer to the edge.

he can tell you’re close, from the way your hips have started bucking upwards excitedly, grinding on his cock, the way your hands are gripping the nape of his neck. you yelp as he throws your legs over his shoulders, fucking you deeper as he angles his dick perfectly against your g-spot, ramming against it with every thrust.

“please, need it so bad” you beg, steve hums, his pace unflattering as he pounds into you,

“need what, baby?”

“need to cum” your voice sounds destroyed, “please-! please, need you to make me cum, steve” he grins, grabs your hips and lifts you up, fucking into you faster than before.

“only i can do this, huh?”

“you! only you, steve!” you moan out, trying desperately to press yourself against his his harsh hursts. you clamped around him as you felt your high building again. he must’ve felt it, reaching down between you two and pinching your clit, thrusts getting faster as you cried out.

“i want you to cum” he says, fucking you onto his cock, “cum on my cock like the good girl you are.”

his thumb rubs your clit faster, moving in time with his rapid thrusts, hips pistoling into you, fucking you hard as you came with a loud cry of his name, this one harder than the last. walls clenched hard around him as you gripped the back of his neck. seeing you, head thrown back in ecstasy, face screwed up in pleasure as you cry out his name, has him groaning. head dropped into the crook of your neck as his thrusts get faster and sharper, the overstimulation drawing out high keening noises from your throat, his cock nudging against your cervix as he spills inside of you.

“fuck, so good for me, honey” he kisses your shoulder. “such a good girl” he murmurs. he pulls out slowly and takes you in his arms, laying you down.

he starts getting up and you tug gently at his wrist. he kisses your forehead smiling.

“don’t worry, i’m just gonna get some things in the bathroom”

when he gets back, he throws you an old shirt, which you quickly put on.

“i can go, if you want to.” you mutter, looking down at your hands.

“what? no, are you crazy? stay. come on, lets watch that movie” he smiles at you, opening the tissue case.

“okay, i will then.” you couldn’t help but smile.

“hey, about that thing you said earlier” he looked into your eyes. “i love you too.”

tag: @nix-rose

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chaoticspeedrun · 1 year

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Oh,you should try watching though,it's a pretty good show but if you don't like anime just ignore what i said lol.

Another ask you say...

Maybe i have one? Yeah,i have!

How would be our precious blue boy dating his first girl? I headcanon Leo been pan but for mostly of the times,he dated mens until a girl (reader) really interesting just show up in his life and after some time knowing each other,they start dating and well,how this goes?

Rise!Leo BF headcanons

AN: I do like anime and have been meaning to watch it! I just haven't gotten the time to do it and also have a lot of series and movies waiting already, but I will at some point!

Pairing: Rise!Leo x Fem! reader

Summary: Leo dating his first girlfriend

Type: Headcanons

Warnings: None

MASTERLIST

•I headcanon Leo as pan too, you know that dialogue people use of him going "You think I would deprive half of the population of all of this?", 100% him.

•Despite this, Leo so far had only ever dated boys.

•It wasn't for any particular reason, most of his female crushes had just been fictional or celebrity crushes.

•That was of course until the first time you laughed at one of his jokes. Do you believe in love at first laugh?

•Coincidentally it happened the day you both met, and maybe his eyes hadn't left you the whole night before that but it was probably just because you were a new person to get along with.

•Surely.

•No, he stopped deluding himself once he saw you laughing unabashedly at a pun he had made while the rest of his family rolled their eyes, his pupils were suddenly heart shaped.

•Raph freaked out when he saw it.

•So after a while of you hanging around and him constantly stealing you from his family to spend time together one on one, he finally got the courage to confess.

•He was over the moon when you agreed, beaming at you as he twirled you in his arms.

•Dating Leo is sweet.

•He loves PDA and showing you off to his brothers.

•"Have you seen my girlfriend? She is just so adorable, so perfect" "Oh, my girlfriend would love that, it's her favorite flavor" "I dedicate this skating trick to my lovely girlfriend~"

•He loves the word girlfriend, his brothers are exhausted of him.

• Since he had only dated guys before at first he worries a bit about what differences a relationship with you will have, maybe you'll have certain expectations of him as a boyfriend.

•And you realize he is acting weird, like he is trying to force himself into a certain role.

•So you reassure him that you both just have to be comfortable with each other and that you already know what he is like, that's exactly how you like him.

•He melts in your hands at these words.

•On his most confident days Leo loves being the big spoon, but sometimes he needs you to hold him, to ground him and just stay there for a moment, giving him reassuring words.

•When he looks up at you during those moments while you caress him and sees the absolute adoration in your eyes he feels like he could cry; how can you look at him like he is everything in the world even when he feels at his weakest?

•You both go out on dates often and whenever you end up at a store he starts looking for blue items and clothing for you.

•In fact, he starts sneaking into your wardrobe whenever he hangs out at your place, and some of your clothes start disappearing, while some of his or new clothes in blue pop up in there.

•From both of these things your wardrobe is so filled with blue over time that people start doubting you possess any other colors.

•Though you're certain the black hoodie Leo was wearing on lazy days around the lair was very familiar.

•Loves when you call him your champion, he is absolute puty in your hands when you compliment him, you can use this to your advantage because he will agree to anything you say during these moments.

•All in all, Leo loves you very much and he is really proud to be able to call you his.

#rise leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise! leo #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #fanfic request

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sineala · 11 months

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Steve did what with Emma..?? 👀👀👀

Okay, so. No one actually says any of this in so many words but it seems to be what they're heavily implying: Steve and Sharon have an open relationship; Steve slept with Emma at the Hellfire Gala; it was either mommy kink or Emma just thinks it's funny to make him think about it. The first two things seem like they basically have to be true; the third is a little more tenuous.

This is Captain America: Sentinel of Liberty v2 #8; this is the current run.

Steve wakes up in Kansas with no memory of how he got there and also no memory of the past five days. He calls all his pals and they show up in Kansas to figure this out. It turns out they are also all missing the past five days and also all have scar tissue behind their right ear. So it's pretty easy to conclude that someone's been messing with their minds. All their minds.

So it'd probably be nice to get a telepath to come examine them, as Roger says. (Roger Aubrey, and unrelatedly I would just to say that I have spent most of this run experiencing truly incandescent rage at what they've decided to do to him in this run; I know he probably has like three fans total but I am one of them and I was so thrilled he was here in this run and then they ruined everything and it ruined a whole lot of my feelings about this run. Anyway.)

Roger suggests this in the second panel in the page I have added below. He says he doesn't currently know any telepaths personally but he figures that one of the rest of them probably does, and he asks if anyone knows one. Then the rest of the page happens.

Steve, looking extremely uncomfortably at Sharon and hesitating a lot, says he knows one and he met her at a party (in context, this would have to be the second Hellfire Gala, based on the information he later gives).

So Steve doesn't actually say outright that he and Emma got up to anything but based on the hesitation about telling Sharon what went on at the party with Emma, it seems like he's heavily implying he slept with her, because that's generally a good guess for "a thing you definitely don't want to tell your girlfriend you did at a party that you went to without her," absent other evidence. I mean, we didn't actually see any of this going on in Steve's appearances at the Gala, but that really seems like what he's implying -- that Steve slept with Emma and he doesn't want to actually admit that to Sharon.

That's clearly what Sharon understands him to be saying. She says, "Steve, it's fine. You don't gotta be a monk when I'm not around." So she assumes that what Steve is saying is that he slept with this telepath he knows, and she says that that's okay with her -- if she's not around, he can absolutely sleep with other people. No need for celibacy. Since it would be deeply weird if the first time they ever talked about polyamory had been right now while they're standing in a trainyard in Kansas surrounded by several of their spy friends, it seems likely that this is an existing agreement in their relationship and that Steve just feels weird going into any more detail about hooking up with Emma when Sharon is right there. So, yeah, open relationship, I guess?

The important thing is that Steve doesn't contradict Sharon's understanding of events. Steve's description of what happened is extremely light on actual specifics, and if all we had to go on was what Steve said, I don't think that would necessarily mean that he'd actually slept with Emma -- but that's clearly what Sharon thinks he did, and the thing is, Steve doesn't tell her she's wrong. If he hadn't actually slept with Emma, now would be a great time to correct Sharon's assumption about it. And he doesn't.

What he actually does is change the subject and start telling Sharon about the outfit he wore to the Hellfire Gala, because he's clearly uncomfortable talking about Emma with Sharon. So, you know, it really sounds like he must have slept with Emma and really doesn't want to talk about that right now.

Sharon tells him to stop changing the subject and he should just call her already. He explains that in order to call her, he's supposed to think a word and she'll hear him.

That word is "mommy."

So, I mean, either mommy kink was involved here or Emma just thinks it's funny to make Steve think about it. Could be either.

So Emma shows up:

Weirdly, Sharon didn't seem to realize they were talking about Emma? I mean, I guess there are multiple telepaths in the world. But she's not especially thrilled with Steve's choice.

And that's your canon evidence for "Steve and Sharon have an open relationship and Steve slept with Emma." The mommy kink thing could just be a joke, but, I mean, we have all seen Emma Frost, it's not like anyone should rule out femdom as a possibility.

You're welcome.

#replies #snooglepoot

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faith--in-the-future · 8 months

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AFHF23 RECAP

thought I'd share my day for everyone (and future me).

so the alarm was at 6am bc my mom had to drive me to the train station to catch the 1st train of the day towards bologna so I woke up early and packed my giant backpack for the week (which I had to buy new bc my old one broke literally the day before rip) and then got on the train! then after 1h i arrived and switched train to get to Florence where me and @riverswater walked around and saw the city before catching yet another train to go to the city where our accommodation was and leave the bags. then we got ANOTHER train from there back to Viareggio and from there then we anxiously waited for the bus with other girls who were also going to the festival. the bus was late but it did arrive and the bus driver must have been driving ppl there the whole day bc he told us where to get off before we even asked him anything sjsj after 15min we FINALLY arrived at the venue 🥳🥳 (it was like 6.30pm lol) and there I met up with @tanktop-lou (trusted louis show companion) and @dahliaaz who I met for the first time irl !!

inside the festival ppl were mostly spread out bc there were only a few people already pressed at the front of the stage (those that had entered first) everyone else was sitting around in the grass or in the areas under the pine trees with the fairy lights and the hammocks! and there were LONG lines at the merch stand and food stands ahsh so it was a pretty chill atmosphere and when I got there there was a dj set by abbie (I think) who played mostly rock and indie hits that everyone knew so everyone was dancing and singing along! obviously everyone got up for mister brightside (white ppl anthem! skjs)

after that the cribs played their set and they were really good !! I liked their songs from the afhf Playlist already and they had a really good energy live and their sound was great! and they kept thanking louis which was very nice! check them out if you haven't!

we also saw lottie and lucky in the terrace bc they were right above us and it was so weird to see them irl like what?? they exist?? crazy ahah but she's really pretty (and short!) and lucky is so cuteee! we also saw Isaac Michael (he IS hot tbh) Oli (!!!) Matt and Chris (booo) and all the girlfriends or wives

then we saw the blossoms set which I also enjoyed although I think I enjoyed their music more from the album version lol but the guy was really trying to get the crowd going so A for effort sjdj I Also liked his 70s hair and look! he kept thanking the wrong city but that's OK skgkj

then ( ~9.20pm ) there was another dj set and at this point everyone was just ready to see louis tbh zjgkh by now the crowd was bigger and getting tighter and ppl were mostly standing. also it had gotten dark which made the place and the lights even prettier

then finally and with only 15min of delay (!!) the band started to take their places and the intro started and then FINALLY the guy we'd all been waiting for took the stage woooo !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (the build up in the intro is so good it really feels you with anticipation! great job steve!)

this year I hadn't been watching the lives for the months before the shows like last year bc it was all in north America so I didn't know the setlist by heart and I have to say it was fun to be surprised every time ! and to experience the live versions of these songs without having heard them many times before!! I really enjoyed that! plus he went a little crazy with the setlist so by the time he did Saturday so soon I was like ok lol ANYTHING can happen tonight skdjkd and it DID! Never in the world would I have expected PARADISE!! as soon as I recognized it I was like OH NO!! I should have listened to this more RIP! at least I knew the chorus skdjkd and it was really fun live !! really went well with the rest of the setlist which was FIRE🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 probably my fav of the shows of his I've been to! all the songs were so high energy and the crowd around me was as well ! we all jumped and screamed most of the night and it was just so fun! and as always the music was so good like all the added drums and guitars in live arrangements are amazing !! my fave is probably OOMS live it's just SO GOOD from the bass intro to the drums it's just the best! also I'm happy I got to hear 7 again bc it's SUCH a good cover and even tho not everyone knew it (😒 embarrassing) I sang along the whole time sksk and he was obviously great at it! I'm also super happy that he kept BTY bc the new version is fantastic!!!! I LOVE the way he sings the first lines so much!!!!!! and it's great to sing you fuck me up you kill me !!!! all together lol let's all scream about that toxic person<333333 bonding experience! then there were also the heartfelt moments like walls which is always so beautiful especially bc live it becomes such a significant moment of pride and love we all experience together and with louis ♡♡♡ I love him sm. also copy is SO good live like it's just so perfect for that setting and is still one of his best songs tbh

louis was so alive and hyped up the whole time he was having the time of his life !!! you could see how happy and proud he was :'))) and he went down in the front even before the last songs !! it was really fun bc everyone got super squished to the side and the front every time lol (I'm sad he didn't go back enough where I was closer but it's okay shsh) anyways it was just great to see him like that especially bc this time I was close enough to actually be able to see him with my eyes the whole time without having to watch the screens like last time in Milan so it felt more "live" in a way to me , more real I guess. (I'd love to be at the very front one day but I don't have the energy for that quest 😭)

it was extremely hot the whole time (louis would have been less hot if he wore shorts but ok!!!) and ngl the crowd was SMELLY by 10pm but it was so good it didn't even matter lol

the set ended at around 11.45 I think? and then we all sang along to we are the champions which was another prideful moment <3

and then me and rhei made our way back to our bus where unfortunately a bunch of dumb fans also were lol but in the end we made it home by 1am and finally went to bed at 2am with sore throats, music ringing in our ears and hearts full!

10/10 would do it all again!

#fan recap #afhf23 #:)

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foxcantswim · 9 months

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Barbie x Harley Quinn // Lucky I Love Ya

First Barbie x Harley fic out there??? I am now BEGGING for more. I am also begging for requests for these two. I'm on my knees at this point.

Harley breaks Barbie out of jail. Afterall, she would do anything for her girlfriend.

TW: Mention of catcalling, blood, language

Barbie had been arrested… again… She had been catcalled one too many times and she had simply lost her patience, a punch and a kick there had landed her in yet another cell.

Harley grabbed hold of Barbie's wrist and pulled her closer, "Watch your back!" she shouted before pointing a gun at a cop who had appeared behind Barbie.

Taking a deep breath, Barbie closed her eyes and awaited the gunshot. She flinched. Harley had always been on the extreme side. She had even offered Barbie a gun a few days ago, which she obviously declined.

An arm wrapped around Barbie's waist, "You sure are lucky I like you enough to bust you outta here, puddin'."

A shy smile appeared on Barbie's face, "You know I appreciate it. But you don't have to keep…" she dared to take a look behind her towards the body on the floor, "Keep doing things like this," her voice became quiet.

The concept of death was always something Barbie had a problem with. And Harley didn't exactly help with that.

"Anything for my doll," Harley licked her lips, leaning in close, "One day you'll use a gun and you'll see just how exciting this shit can be." Barbie took a step back, narrowly avoiding Harley's kiss. Harley stuck out her tongue, Barbie couldn't help but smile.

Barbie was grateful for Harley. She had run into her when she was robbing a bank… Of course she was. A stray bullet had flew past her head, missing her by mere inches. Harley was about to make sure the next bullet hit its mark, but then she realised something. It was almost as if she was looking into a mirror…

Harley was determined to look after this mysterious woman from that day on.

It had been a few months since the two first met now.

"You want to take me to where?"

"BarbieLand!" Barbie exclaimed with a huge grin on her face.

BarbieLand was something she had brought up a few times, Harley was still confused at the possibility of a whole other world which was run by women and… very pink?

"This again?" she groaned, "You really think someone like me would be able to function somewhere like that? You know I love ya, doll, but I ain't goin' anywhere near that place," Harley said as she sat down on the sofa, leaning back.

"Erm… Gloria probably wouldn't like it if you got…" Barbie nodded towards Harley's blood covered clothes, "That on her furniture."

Speaking of Gloria. She almost fainted from a panic attack upon seeing TWO Barbies. It had taken a few weeks for her to get used to it.

"Isn't this kind of weird…?" she had asked.

"I'm literally friends with a walking shark and a woman who can control plants. Nothin' is weird to me."

Harley giggled up at Barbie, "Me n Gloria are like this," she crossed her fingers, "She won't mind."

"I won't mind what?"

"Speak of the devil," Harley smirked before kicking her feet up on the coffee table.

"Hi, sorry I'm late I had a-" Gloria froze in her tracks, "Get up! Now!" she shouted, instantly moving to grab Harley's hand to pull her up, "What the hell happened?"

"Nothin'!" Harley smiled as innocently as she could.

Gloria released her hand, "Really?" she tried to control her breathing at the sight of blood staining her couch.

"Some assholes were gettin' all up in my doll's business. I only did what was right and broke her out of jail."

"Jail?! Again?!" Gloria's eyes darted towards Barbie who was shifting back and forth on her feet.

"She was stickin' up for herself," Harley argued, "Men can be assholes."

Gloria sighed deeply, "That doesn't mean you can go around killing people! For one thing, you are dragging evidence here!" Despite not wanting to be anywhere near the blood, she ran to the kitchen to grab some rubber gloves in preparation of a thorough cleanup. This hadn't been the first time Harley had shown up covered in blood. Of course Gloria had called the cops the first handful of times, but each and every time Harley would somehow escape and show up once again.

"She was only trying to help," Barbie muttered as Gloria made her way back towards the couch with multiple different cleaning products in hand.

Harley laughed and walked up behind Barbie, wrapping her aways around her waist, "Ya see… Even puddin' knows I'm only doing what's right."

Gloria had found it incredibly narcissistic when Harley had announced that she was in a relationship with Barbie a few weeks ago. But then again, that was totally a Harley thing to do.

"I never said it was right," Barbie gasped.

"You wound me, babe!" Harley pouted as she rested her chin on Barbie's shoulder.

"You need to leave. Both of you. I need to disinfect the whole house." Gloria loved Barbie, regardless of her choices. And if Harley made her happy, then who was she to judge? If Gloria was being honest, she was glad that Harley was there to look after Barbie in the outside world. She was still learning about how to be human, afterall. She just hoped that Barbie was learning how to be a good person.

Harley planted a kiss on Barbie's cheek before moving away, "But where would we go? You can't kick us out like this," Harley wiped her eyes, trying her hardest to produce tears.

Barbie's frown soon turned into a huge smile, "We can go to BarbieLand!"

Before Harley could protest, Gloria interrupted, "Yes. That is a great idea. The police won't look for you there."

Harley was quickly on knees in front of Gloria, "Don't let her take me there!" she clasped her hands together and begged, "What if I don't make it back alive?!"

"You are always so dramatic," Gloria shook her head before looking over at Barbie, "Go on. Take all the time you need."

Barbie giggled with joy before pulling Harley up from the ground, "We're going to have so much fun, Harley!" she placed a kiss on her cheek, which melted the latter's heart.

It was becoming increasingly hard for Harley to deny whatever Barbie wanted. It was rare for Barbie to show affection, so a simple kiss on the cheek was usually her undoing.

"Okay! You've convinced me, doll!" Harley linked their arms together before dragging her towards the door, "Good luck with the blood!" she laughed towards Gloria.

"Ha ha……" Gloria rolled her eyes. Just before thy were about to leave the house, Gloria gasped, "Harley! Clean yourself up before you leave!"

"Booooo! You're no fun," she replied. Barbie had to forcefully drag Harley up the stairs towards the bathroom.

Harley clicked the lock as soon as they were in. It was barely even five seconds before Barbie found herself pushed against the sink.

"Nope!" Barbie put a hand up as Harley leaned in, "I refuse to kiss you when you are covered in… that."

"Dollfaaaace, you're killin' me!" Harley rolled her eyes, but she did indeed move Barbie out of the way in order to reach the sink. She had never scrubbed her face faster, water and soap splashed over the sides haphazardly.

"There we go!" Harley cheered before turning towards Barbie once more, instantly claiming her lips with her own. Barbie automatically smiled into the kiss.

"Much better," Barbie said when she pulled away.

"Love ya, babe," Harley moved a stray hair out of Barbie's face before going back in for seconds. The kiss soon deepened, it was always hard for Harley not to escalate things.

A loud bang could soon be heard coming from the front door.

"Ma'am, we're looking for Harley Quinn… Again."

"Fuckin' cops," Harley groaned as she buried her face into a panting Barbie's neck.

"L-Language," Barbie shivered under her grasp.

"I think it's about time we jump this place, puddin'," she pressed a soft kiss to the underside of her jaw before reluctantly pulling away.

The pair made their way to the room next door, Barbie always made sure to keep a spare change of clothes in a bag for Harley.

"Do I really need to change?" she groaned.

"Yes! You can't go out looking like that!" Blood still clearly stained her clothes.

"Lucky I love ya," Harley rolled her eyes before grabbing the bag.

Barbie clapped her hands together in excitement as she watched Harley change, "We're finally going to BarbieLand!" she shouted.

"Shh!" Harley hushed her.

Once Harley was finally changed, she ran towards the window and flung it open. She reached out to hold Barbie's hand before the pair jumped.

Harley was not looking forward to the trip to BarbieLand. She had no idea what was in store for her… But if it made Barbie happy, then so be it. The smile on her girlfriend's face as they skated alongside the beach was worth it.

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koifishart · 1 month

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

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It turned out relatively as planned. He stated that the closer she got to him, the easier it would be to use her abilities. Besides... he felt a warmth in his heart as he sat next to her. He suspected that she was also aware - the relationship didn't have to last long, it didn't oblige anyone to anything in the end. She was an interesting change for him in the after all boring life of a mafioso. Oh, usually hovering around the city, a bit like a police patrol, checking the grounds are quiet and clean. Everyone was getting out of his way, only from time to time the "brave" people thought that they would be able to jump up. He felt good about having a girlfriend, even if only for a moment. Did that mean he was going to make their relationship completely shallow? Probably not...It would be appropriate to give something of yourself, even though he was not romantic. Cherry trees blossomed, and in Japan that meant the Hanami celebration. A great opportunity to get her somewhere, have fun. He hadn't celebrated since his mother's death, it was just weird himself... This time he had an excuse in his hand and was going to use it. He wasn't going to admit it to anyone, they didn't need to know everything. Anyway, he has sneaked out so many times that they've probably gotten used to it that he just disappears. He tried to contact her, but she seemed to be avoiding him. He called - she did not answer. He sent messages, she replied briefly, casually, as if she hadn't read the content at all. Had he already done something wrong at the start?

He was walking down the street in the center when he saw her several dozen meters apart. There was no mistake. He would recognize those long dark hair and pale green eyes anywhere. He stared at people for a while, though not very polite - he hadn't met anyone of a similar beauty. He had expected a more girly, or perhaps feminine, outfit in the Hanami period. She was dressed in sand, tied ankle boots on a light heel, black jeans with a little frayed ends fastened with a belt with two buckles, a bright sleeveless top, covered with a rather large, open sweater, a color resembling dirty blood. He came closer as if nothing had happened. Something clicked under his shoe. Hearing the sound, she turned abruptly, like a startled pet. She immediately blushed at the sight of him. She looked tired, as if she hadn't slept for several days, and scared to meet him.

-Eh ... hi Kaoru ... - she muttered sluggishly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She avoided his eyes. She looked away every time they spontaneously wanted to look at him. Was she ashamed for not saying a word?

- Do you have a moment for tea? - He asked. - Although when I look at you, I think I could use a pot of coffee ...

- Yeah ... could use ... - she croaked, then cleared her throat solidly and added with poorly mock glee. - Sure, I'll find a few minutes.

They sat down in a nearby cafe in a quiet corner, hidden from the viewers, next to each other. She rested her head on her forearms. The dead silence lasted until the waitress walked away, leaving an order on the table.

- Will you tell me why you are avoiding me? - he said finally. - Even now.

- Well ... let's assume it's not the best time to date ... but don't worry, nothing is happening. - she muttered sadly, stirring her cappuccino cup with the spoon, slowly eating the froth. - I just have a lot on my mind, I do not have time for calls, and I answer text messages practically on the run, writing essays with my other hand and ... stuff.

- That doesn't explain why you're not looking at me now. - he continued, leaning a little towards her.

- I'm not in top form. Sometimes I fall into depressive states due to a drop in mood. I'm sick of my life. I'd love to go out of my way ... but I can't. - she grunted, then sighed heavily. - Besides, I feel bad about the fact that I didn't have a minute to read at least half of what you wrote. I'm sorry ...

At times like this, he concluded that he was a typical guy - not very good at talking about feelings or so. It seemed he had to learn a little bit of it. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to him. She tensed instantly, looking up. It was the first time he saw how her eyes could shine.

- Something's wrong?

- No ... no ... it just ... somehow still doesn't get to me. - she replied softly. - You must understand that this is quite unlikely, don't you?

- Yeah... interesting coincidence. - he laughed, looking at her.

She probably relaxed a little. She dropped slightly, resting her head on his torso. She took the fragile cup in both hands, slowly sipping her drink. He somehow enjoyed her cuddling. It is usually said that women feel safe in a man's arms. He didn't know if she was one of those women, but he seemed to be uniquely out of place like never before. She put the pot down, gently clinking the porcelain saucer.

- Would you like to celebrate Hanami? - he ventured a question. - Maybe it'll cheer you up.

- No offense, but probably not. - she replied at once. - I'm in the process of ... work. I will find a moment as soon as possible in a week, but it will be over of the celebration.

They parted in front of the cafe door. She waved him with the faint shadow of a smile on her face. He had a feeling she wasn't telling him everything. Of course, she didn't have to, but there was a kind of hunger that he absolutely wanted to satisfy.

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Goro remembered the day she was born. It was a warm April morning, Sakura was blooming exceptionally late this year. He supported all his daughters in giving birth, he felt responsible - he had fathered, so he wanted to help his wife in giving birth to their children. Honestly, he hoped a boy would eventually happen ... and four beautiful girls made it. This birth was special. All without complications. The last baby had an umbilical cord wrapped around it. The wife went through the birth but came out in terrible condition, so much so that she refused to feed the child. He took care of it himself, after all, children's nutrition changed a lot, as long as the mother's food was of course the best option, not the only one. He himself gave her a name - Hanabi. In fact, that was the first thing that came to mind - the previous evening he had seen beautiful fireworks from the window of the house, maybe that's why. He thought that the malaise would pass, but his hopes were vain. His wife completely rejected her, and for him she was the apple of his eye. He loved all his daughters equally, but he had to replace the one with his mother. They had always been on good terms, which is why she stayed with him when the love of his life passed away, throwing divorce papers at him.

Eight years have passed since that day. Hanabi grew up to be a beautiful and capable girl, but he couldn't fool himself that her mother's behavior did not affect her psyche. He had often heard her roll from side to side at night, unable to sleep. He knew that eventually she had found an outlet for all the tension in extracurricular activities, which he was not particularly favorable to. Yes, thanks to them she was even more independent, but... he hoped she would come out of it, she would fall asleep peacefully without such aids. Eventually, there was an incident where the news spread that he had a skilled murderer at hand, and it drove the last knife into his heart. He knew she hadn't changed at all after all - she was still Daddy's dear little daughter, but she had a side that he didn't want to see. When she said she didn't kill one of her victims, adding slightly that it was THAT Hanayama and they just had sex, he almost had a heart attack. He thought that if she saw him shortly after, she wouldn't want to abandon the mission so dispassionately, and would optionally leave the contract murder. Soon after, he found out that the yakuza had picked her up from school, and that same evening she happily announced that they had become a couple! He felt that his life was spinning out of control. Although... maybe it's the best solution anyway?

More Hanami were passing by, and this year the cherry blossom was extremely late. She was too busy with the assignment to celebrate with friends, or even eat festive lunch with him. On the last day of the holiday, she went out to do the job. He usually stayed up all night then, waiting to see if she would come back or the police would rather call that her body was found. He froze in horror at the doorbell. But is it? He held his breath. He opened the door.

- Hanayama-san? - he was surprised as he let the air out of his lungs.

- Soga-san, do you know where I can find Hanabi? - he asked bluntly. - She's not answering the phone.

- She left right after school and hasn't come back yet. - he explained. - Probably she's not finished yet.

The phone in his pocket rang cheerfully. He glanced at the display. He breathed a sigh of relief.

- "I'm fine, I'll be back later." - he read.

- Where can she be? - the young mafioso stubbornly asked.

- Probably sitting on a huge cherry tree in the very center of a nearby cemetery. he sighed heavily.

- Thanks for the information and sorry for disturbing the evening. - the giant replied, bowing.

Amazing. He had such a blood-stained reputation, the reputation of being one of the strongest, great brute who shook the entire underworld... and bowed down the waist to one of his smugglers. Maybe because he came not to his employee, but her father? Everything turned upside down! He was completely confused.

- Wait! - he tossed after him, then added as he turned around. - Hanami is not a happy holiday for her. She probably wants to be alone, so she doesn't come back.

He nodded and walked away. Goro was very curious to see how this situation would end, and what the young yakuza boss might really want from his daughter.

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Finally. She could sit down and breathe some fresh air. She didn't want to mention another murder. Oh, it was, it's gone. It was easier for her to get on with it... if you could put it that way. Teen killer, exams coming soon, yakuza boss's girlfriend. Cinderella better not come up! Actually, who was she kidding? She agreed, fully consciously. She was waiting longingly for his proposal as well. It pained her that she wasn't quite honest with him... but she couldn't get it out in the coffee shop.

Which time is it? Eighth. For the eighth year in a row, on exactly the same day, she sat on the same tree - a beautiful cherry in the cemetery near their home. Father said that when she was born, it was Hanami at that time. Hilarious that Sakura was blooming later this year as well. She unbuttoned her body-hugging dark sweatshirt, revealing a black, tight-fitting, sleeveless low-turtleneck T-shirt underneath, tucked into close-fitting dark jeans that tucked into rather bulky sneakers. She tied her hair into two long braids that fell over her shoulders. This time she didn't even stain her clothes with blood. Guess she was getting better. She thought.

Her tenth birthday was approaching, when her mother yelled at her father that she had enough of him and was leaving. She never understood why. She was screaming about her father having lovers, that he was ignoring her, that they weren't sleeping together... They were sleeping, she had heard them. She was not a child, she knew what they were doing, especially since her older sisters spared her information. They said their mother had a young lover. Then she began to reproach her husband that he loves the youngest daughter the most, and not her and the other three. True, she and her father got along best, but she hadn't noticed that the rest was left out. Or maybe pink glasses? It was her mother who ignored her, looking at her as if she were an unwanted stranger. He once explained to her where the reason could lie, so she did not try to force her mother to even hug her. She didn't want to be a burden. And then suddenly, on the day her father was hit in the face with a bundle of divorce papers ... she suddenly remembered her existence. She said she loves more than life, and that Daddy is the bad guy. Then she looked at her father and saw in his eyes how he and his world were falling apart. She couldn't leave him, since his lover was doing it. She couldn't let the man who had always been there for her, tumble to the bottom. She stayed, despite her mother's great fury and sisters' pleading.

It hurt. She didn't know if she had done right. On the one hand, she wanted to help her father, on the other ... the mother's words seemed to work. She felt horribly discarded like an unnecessary old toy. For eight years she had been trying to get used to it, but could not remain indifferent. The same thing happened every year. She felt a stream of tears running down her cheeks. A strange clang of metal awakened her from her reverie. She looked around, trying not to move the flower branches around her. No one was ever there, the only cemetery where Hanami was celebrated was Aoyama. The crowd thickened, illuminating the vicinity of the huge cherry tree with the amber glow of lanterns. They sat at the tables, ate, drank, and talked. She never wanted to even go out with friends, eat something nice and come home. She felt strangely helpless and lonely.

- Hanabi! - she heard someone's voice.

She looked down. He stood beneath her, slightly smiling, in a perfectly cut white suit and purple shirt, straightening his glasses on his nose. He was the last person she expected in this place. She looked more closely at the people at the surrounding tables. These were HIS people. It is true that she did not know everyone, but she recognized some "by sight".

- Will you come down, or should I go get you? - he asked bluntly.

- You'll break a tree if you try! - she laughed, sipping tears. - Leave me, I want to be alone.

- I will not let you sit alone in the cemetery for another year in a row. - he replied calmly.

Yeah. How could he know where to look? He must have been at her house. Since he had let his men go after her to find her school, they must have found out where she lived. She sighed heavily, wiped her face with her sleeve and jumped down.

- It looks like you talked to my father ... so I guess you know why I'm sitting here. - she muttered, adjusting the backpack on her shoulder.

- Not really, but I'd love to know. - he replied, pointing to her a place under the tree.

She was sitting on his lap again, this time snuggling into his white jacket. It was amazing how natural it felt to her.

- On exactly the last day of Hanami, eight years ago, my mother left my father. She took my three sisters, and even though she never liked me, she wanted to take me too, squeezing the stuff that my father was the bad guy. I don't think I've ever seen such a nasty and effective psychological manipulation before or after. I seem to have resigned myself to it, but I'm still afraid. Not death at all, but life. Life is people, and people are wounds that often don't heal. - she said hoarsely, then added a little more cheerful. - Apparently I'm a terrible masochist, since with this approach I became your girlfriend!

He did not answer. Actually, what could she expect? "Yeah, you're a terrible psycho"? Or "not at all"? She felt a warm arm around her waist, and a large, scarred hand lifting her chin skyward. She was sure it was his doing. He had given her the last day of Hanami, full of glittering colors of fireworks. Involuntarily, she smiled at the sight.

- You can stop being afraid. - he muttered in her ear.

Guess he was right, she could have started to sleep more peacefully. She felt surprisingly safe in his arms. The pleasant atmosphere was interrupted by the sound of the news again. She didn't hide the screen from him. Another assignment, damn it. She unzipped her backpack and tossed the gear nervously inside. Automatically she nestled against his massive chest.

- I don't even want to look at it today ... - she grunted.

- Wouldn't you rather work for me? - he asked quite seriously.

#fanfiction #hanayama kaoru #baki the grappler #fanfic #oc x canon #+18 content #baki fanfic #kaoru hanayama #baki hanayama #yakuza fanart #adult fanfiction

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starting to post some of my abandoned wips so i dont feel like i completely wasted my time. If anyone wants to take this idea and run for it, PLEASE go ahead!

this was going to be a modern Zukka AU taking place during Ghost Month in Taiwan. Also trans Sokka. There were a lot of moving parts that just didn't come together. It drew inspiration from Druck Season 3 and also Marry My Dead Body somewhat

Zuko was going to slowly fall for this guy he met but actually it turns out he's a ghost and now they're attached. That was gonna be a Huge Reveal lol. Ghost Month is coming to an end but now Zuko is in love and can't lose Sokka so he agrees to a ghost marriage. They maybe live happily ever after? I hadn't had it all planned out lol.

Character backgrounds:

zuko is half-Taiwanese (his mom is from Tainan but his dad is a famous Japanese businessman). He’s run away from home w Iroh so they live in a little place in like Sanchong or st bc it’s really the only area they can afford

Iroh owns a bubble tea shop that’s quite reputable in the community but it’s really no big deal at all bc there’s thousands of them around

Meanwhile Azula lives w her dad in that corkscrew apartment building by Taipei 101. You know, the one that EVERYONE knows houses all the rich and famous ppl in town and has a specific elevator dedicated to bringing your car up to your living room

Sokka and Katara are half First Nations Canadian and half Indigenous Taiwanese- probably Paiwan. because how awesome would that be. They came to the city for college but stuck around. Sokka worked at a math cram school and Katara works in a medical clinic. Her dad is super proud!

Sokka died tragically recently in a car accident

Katara lives in Ximen with Suki who does ballroom and is a personal trainer by day. She’s Sokka’s ex AND Katara’s ex lollll

Suki is Japanese

Aang originally came from Nepal to study in college but he stuck around to work for a big international NGO. He has a big sheepdog Appa and Momo is a cat. It’s a nightmare for his landlord. He lives in Da’an near the park, which is great to give Appa space to play

Toph is Chinese. She grew up in Xinyi with her parents, rich Chinese businesspeople who moved permanently to Taiwan right before Toph was born. She ran away from home during college and is living with Aang right now

ok the beginning of the plot outline:

It’s Ghost Month

Zuko is kind of a depressed weird stoner. Lives with Jet, Haru, and Song in a flatshare.

Haru is actually super gay

So Zuko is dating Jin and is soooo not feeling it.

Goes to G Star? one night, hangs out outside, feels a tap on his shoulder and looks over his shoulder. It’s sokka asking for a lighter and zuko is so intrigued by him

Zuko starts cancelling plans w his gf just to hang w Sokka who is super mysterious

Like Jin was gonna come over to have sex but Zuko really doesnt want to but then Sokka ends up coming over and theyre gonna watch a movie together omg?? But then suddenly Sokka is gone.

All his guy friends (Jet, Haru) are way more into girls than he is

Zuko has a party, invites Sokka. Sokka shows up with Katara and Zuko is like omg ew he has a gf

Weird and distant the whole party

Ignores Jin and she gets wasted

One of Haru’s friends tries to dance w him and he gets super weird

Has a weird panic attack, goes to get high alone

Comes back out when everyone is gone, Sokka is still here cleaning up

They kind of have a moment, Sokka sees how fucked up he is

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend?” “You mean Katara? Katara is my sister.”

They stare at each other quietly for a minute and ALMOST KISS but then song comes home fighting with her boyfriend omg. The moment has been ruined it’s over now, noooooo

Nobody else up to this point has seen or interacted with Sokka (other than Katara but Zuko didn’t interact with Katara either)

and yeah idk

this would have been FUCKING EPIC

i might come back to it one day but yeah take it if you want

#atla #zukka #text #writing #i guess it can go in my writing tag sure yeah #taiwan

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rwprincess · 2 years

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Blinded Me With Science (Fred Benson x Reader): Chapter Two

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Word Count: 1.1K

Synopsis: Part/Chapter 2. Spending time with Fred at The Weekly Streak as he explains his conspiracy theories behind Hawkins. He also makes you an offer you can’t refuse.

CW: reference to Season 3 carnage/death; light swearing

"Wow. It feels like being on hallowed ground," you said quietly as Fred led you into the school's newspaper office. He had met you in the hallway prior and summoned you through the door.

"You really are funny," he said with an amused smile, "it's not that big of a deal. To me, anyway. This…this is home." He gave a little shrug and looked at the space fondly, the soft adoration in his eyes making you feel warm and fuzzy inside. It was obvious that this was his passion and you were inside his literal comfort zone, which only made it feel more holy to be included in.

It was just the two of you in this inner sanctum, which was probably good because Fred said he had top-secret research to show you. "Ok, here, have a seat," he indicated a stool in front of a high-top desk. "I'll be right back." You took the seat gingerly and looked around. There were large bookshelves filled with encyclopedias, dictionaries, and archives. You wondered if every issue of The Weekly Streak was maintained here or if they were recycled at some point. Fred startled you with his return, dropping some large binders onto the desk before you. "Sorry, that was loud," he said sheepishly as he noticed you jump.

"That's okay I was just…looking at stuff. Distracted, I guess? I've never been here, but it's admirable. Feels kind of like an old library. Peaceful but…I don't know. Haunting? Stoic?" You trailed off, not sure of the right word, seeking it among the stacks and worn tile; you were oblivious to the gentle look Fred gave you. One of recognition, seeing his own thoughts and feelings reflected in you before he snapped out of it.

"Right, well. You ready to take the dive?" He asked, voice dropping low as if he were afraid someone would hear, but you figured it was more for dramatic effect and you appreciated that. "So, there's things that don't add up to me. A big one is how Chief Hopper died there before the fire department could respond. Why would the police be there before firefighters if it was really just a fire or an explosion? And then there's the fact he's only presumed dead. They never found a body…which reminded me of," he grunted as he pulled another tome onto the table and cracked it open, "this case. Remember how they had a funeral and buried this kid, Will Byers, before he turned up alive?"

"Yeah, I remember." You ran your fingers over the old article in the book and nodded, as you did recollect that case. It was so weird at the time, and you vaguely knew his brother, Jonathan Byers. You felt so sorry for his loss and he was clearly devastated, especially as Will had been missing beforehand. And then he suddenly reappeared. But that was years ago and wasn't really at the forefront of your mind right now. No, Fred had been occupying those thoughts, especially since he was seated so closely to you right now.

"Well, in another weird twist, guess who moved right after Star Court burned down?" He asked and tapped the photo of Will on the article stating he'd been found alive. You hadn't really noticed that Jonathan wasn't enrolled this year. He was an easy person to miss: quiet and not in your year. "From what I gather, they moved all the way across the country. California. His girlfriend, I mean, Jonathan's girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler?" He paused to see if you knew the name and you nodded. Nancy had made more of a splash than Jonathan. She was hard not to notice, really. "Nancy works on the paper, here. She and Jonathan used to work or intern or whatever at The Post. She's never said it, but I get the feeling she was there that night. At Star Court."

"Really? Why?"

"I don't know. She just…gets this really far-off stare if it's ever brought up. Or anything that happened there or because of it. I mean, no one really likes to talk about the kids who died there or over the summer. But she seems almost like she takes it personally."

"Is that your journalistic observation?" You asked, trying to lighten the mood a little.

"Exactly." He replied, adjusting his glasses in an ordinary way that you found mesmerizing.

“So you think all of these things are connected? And I’m guessing Nancy won’t say anything, right?”

“I haven’t really asked her,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “it seems like an off-limits subject. You know, taboo? And we’re not really that close. Maybe someday I could ask her but…”

“Definitely not yet.” You agreed and he nodded.

“As for how it comes together…I’m kind of at a loss. I think it’s weird for any place to have a dead-and-buried kid show up alive but a sleepy small town like Hawkins? That’s even more outrageous. And it feels like that’s when it all started. Like, that’s the first really out-of-place thing that’s happened. Maybe they’re not connected. Maybe it’s just a string of coincidences and uncanny events but it stood out to me right away. I just feel like maybe they are all linked, ya know?” You nodded even if you weren’t entirely sure what he was talking about. There was just something about Fred that made whatever he said so…agreeable. He seemed confident, even when admitting he had no clue, and you fell right into believing him instantly.

“Anyway, this is just something I do in my spare time. Keep the research reflexes sharp.” He began to change gears and morphed his topic, “You know what the paper is missing, though? Something science-based. It’s all sports and superficial movie or show reviews. Would you maybe…I don’t know, maybe be interested in submitting an article? Like do an experiment and write how it went or something?”

“I’m not really sure. I don’t know if I’m a good enough writer to really make it into the paper.”

“Don’t worry too much about that. I mean, I’m sure you’re fine, but that’s where I come in. I’m an ace editor, you know.” He raised an eyebrow and lessened the tension. You could tell he was joking, at least he was being hyperbolic in his ‘bragging,’ so you laughed lightly. “Is that a yes? That sounds like an agreement to me,” he asked, eyes boring into yours. You took a moment, studying him and weighing the options. You were unsure and nervous about the prospect, but he looked so eager and encouraging, you really couldn’t say no.

“What the hell? Why not. I can try.”

“That’s the spirit!” He grinned back in your direction.

Next (Part Three)

#stranger things fred benson #fred benson #fred benson stranger things #fred benson x fem!reader #fred benson x reader #fanfic #80s #hawkins #hawkins high #slow burn series #slowburn #slow burn #fanfic series

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To Love The 'Ocean'

!! Disclaimer: most of this was written at night so i apologize for any mistakes or if it doesn't make 100% sense <3 !!

Also! Lmk if you guys want a part two or just like a follow up from this <3 Info:

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Finally, after all those horrible years of suffering, fighting and, somehow, endless drama there was peace. It was finally over, actually this time. No more mirrored dimensions, no more scary and dangerous monsters that were constantly out to kill whatever came along their path. It was almost weird how calm it suddenly was, it felt weird that they no longer had to worry about their lives and the lives of literally everyone else in Hawkins. Of course there were people they had lost along the way, people they’ll never forget, the people that sometimes gave their lives to protect or save others.

Now all there was left to do was clean up the mess that was left behind from all this.

Most of the older kids had been helping some of the people in Hawkins collect their stuff from their homes to move out as the caverns formed by the four portals had not closed and were actually quite dangerous, especially for the younger kids. Not our main group though, they finally decided to catch up on everything that had happened before everything started back up again.

“Yea, Dustin, Lucas and I joined this DnD club called hellfire and it was run by this guy named Eddie! Oh, Will, you would’ve LOVED Eddie!” Mike said excitedly, however, Will seemed almost upset? Yea that's the best word to describe it. It took a short moment of silence for Mike to realise that Will was even upset, “Hey? Are you ok? Why are you upset?” Mike quickly questioned, already feeling bad before he even knew what had happened.

“You guys… joined a new party? Didn’t we promise we wouldn’t do that…?” It was obvious from Will’s voice that he was not happy at all with what his friend, best friend, just told him. “And that after refusing to play with me that entire time before highschool. Good friends you guys are…” The room went quiet, no one really knew what to say in response to this. Mike had felt bad for a long time about how he had treated Will back then and if it wasn’t for Dustin, Lucas and Eddie pushing him to join he probably wouldn’t have. And all 3 of them know that.

“Hey,” Dustin started, “Don’t be mad at Mike for this, please, we basically pushed him to join, he needed to get his mind off of El and you moving away… We all did” Dustin explained, trying to maybe make Will feel a little less bad. It wasn’t like he was lying either, this was the truth, they just usually never talked about it as it made them miss their friends more most of the time.

“It’s fine either way, I’m going to unpack my stuff. Have fun catching up with your girlfriend.” Will sounded almost pissed now, and it was most definitely directed at Mike, which was odd? Why would Will suddenly be this pissed? Especially with Mike, he hadn't done anything wrong. What the others didn’t know is that Will had already internalised all that they said and his mind had turned it into terrible thoughts of how his friends don’t like him anymore.

“No! Will, wait!” Mike was about to get up but El stopped him and he just decided not to resist, trying to get away from her now would only upset her as well.

Meanwhile, Will was already in tears, sat on his floor, going through one of his boxes that had a bunch of old photos, some of his old drawings, that he always meant to give to Mike but never did, and some character ideas that he never ended up doing anything with. He picked up one of the drawings, it was of when they first met, well not exactly of course but it was the playground they met on, Will couldn’t help but feel tears start to well up in his eyes… ‘You used to be so nice, you used to care so much… What happened to you?’ Will thought as he looked at the drawing in his hands, a single tear rolling down his cheek and ending up falling on the paper. Just then there was a knock on the door and a soft voice spoke, “Hey, Will? Can I come in please? I wanna apologize…” It was Mike. Will thought for a moment, he didn’t really want to talk to Mike but he knew Mike was trying to do better so he should probably just let him apologize. Will hesitated for a while longer before wiping the tears from his eyes, putting the drawing back in the box and getting up to open the door.

The moment he opened the door he was pulled into a hug by Mike, “Look, I’m so sorry about that, I’m so sorry we joined another party when we promised we wouldn’t, but we all needed to just get our minds off of all that had happened, distraction. I also just assumed you were doing good, since El always said you were, she told me you had gotten into painting more and I guess I just assumed you grew out of it and it wouldn’t be a big deal. I’m sorry, Will, I really am” Will didn’t know how to respond to that, he simply hugged Mike back, hesitantly, and stayed quiet. And so they stood in silence for a while, it wasn’t an awkward silence, it was quite nice, actually. “Mike, it’s ok, really, I just overthink things, it’s a me problem, not a you problem. And I guess maybe it’s a tad bit of jealousy, because you guys never wanted to play with me before… But it’s ok.” Will responded, his voice breaking slightly, since he had only just stopped crying, it was still quite obvious in his voice.

“Were you crying?” Mike asked with a concerned tone in his voice (the Will voice™) as he pulled himself away from the hug to look at Will’s face, now also noticing his eyes were, infact, slightly red and puffy. “Oh you have! I’m so sorry.” Mike hugged him again. As sad as Will still felt he couldn’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach, Mike rarely ever hugged him anymore so this was a very special moment for him. Suddenly a voice spoke up from behind them, “Guys! You wanna come meet up with Steve and Robin? El really wants to see them again.” It was Dustin. Mike turned around, letting go of Will, and nodded “Sure, as long as Will is coming too?” He said, facing Will again. Will simply nodded, and so they followed Dustin. “We agreed to meet at the local park so it’s not too far from here.” Dustin informed the two and they both nodded even though Dustin was walking in front of them and couldn’t see it.

Once they were all together and had their shoes on they informed Joyce on where they were headed and left.

As Dustin had explained, it wasn’t a very long walk, about 10 minutes, so they got there relatively quick.

“Took you guys long enough.” Steve said as he walked towards the group that was slowly approaching, Steve’s eyes moved over to a familiar yet different face, “Byers,” Will’s head basically shot up to look at who ever was talking, Will wasn’t paying attention, “You’ve grown, you’re a lot taller than i remember you being.” Steve joked and walked over to Will to give him a hug, which Will weakly returned. Will looked over to someone he knew he’d seen before but didn’t quite remember. “Who’s she again? I’m sorry, I just don’t really remember you that well.” Will asked, pulling himself out of the hug.

“I don’t blame you for not remembering me, we didn’t really talk at all, I mean we’ve talked a couple times, but not like-, you know, we just don’t really know each other- I’m Robin.” Robin said, rambling as she usually did, Will giggled a little at the rambling, sort of reminded him of himself. “Well, nice to see you again, Robin.” Will said politely and gave her a soft smile. “So, why did you guys want to hang out again?” Mike questioned, not leaving a moment of silence between the end of Will’s sentence and the start of his own.

“Well, I just wanted to know how they were doing, they looked after us for the most part those 3 years, especially Steve.” El said with a smile as she walked over to Steve and gave him a hug, which he gladly returned. “That’s really nice of you, El.” Steve responded.

They all talked for a while and Steve had brought snacks which they were currently eating, everyone kind of scattered around in small groups, Will didn’t really feel like talking to the others so he had just decided to sit with Steve and Robin, hoping to just be left alone for a bit. Which they did, not for very long though,”Hey, Will?” Steve started, Will sighed and sat up straighter against the tree he was just leaning on “Yea, what’s up?” he responded.

“How was California, like, how was the school, the people, you know, those things” Robin quickly asked before Steve could. “Oh- Well, It’s not too special, I mean the school we went to was pretty ok, most kids were nice. There were a few assholes, though, that liked to pick on El, but I tried my best to, you know, cheer her up if anything did happen…” Steve sounded almost shocked to hear that. El? Being bullied? The El he remembered would never get bullied, he decided not to ask about it though.

“Well, that’s not good… But, no need to worry about that anymore, since you guys are back and here to stay we can all look after her.” Steve said, in a cheery voice to try and make Will feel less bad about it all. “Yea, that’s good.” he responded. It went quiet for a short moment before Robin spoke up, “Soooo, Will, any cute girls at your new school?” she questioned, a huge grin plastered on her face, she knew what she was asking and, from what she knew about Will, she knew what kind of answer she’d get. She knew he was shy and hasn’t had a girlfriend before so she hoped to hear some sort of cute confession he had for a girl, so the answer she got was kind of shocking, “No, not really, I mean- they were… ok I guess? Just- none of them were really my type, I suppose…” Will said, slightly rambling, trying not to make it too obvious that he simply just had no interest in girls at all. Robin wasn’t fooled though, neither was Steve. Suddenly it all kind of clicked for Steve; Will’s closest friend was Mike, Mike was also the first person to know if something was wrong with Will and would sometimes be the only person to ever know about certain things.

Steve was about to ask Will another question when they all heard yelling, Mike and El were having another fight and so Will quickly got up to go de-escalate the situation. “HEY! What’s going on!?” Will yelled at both of them, “Dustin here, just informed me that Mike hasn’t talked about missing me at least once!” El yelled, clearly mad. “WELL I’M SORRY I HAVE OTHER THINGS TO KEEP ME BUSY? AND OTHER FRIENDS?!” Mike yelled back at her, suddenly it went quiet, no one could really believe he just said that when he KNEW El was having a hard time making friends and even getting bullied and yet he still said that. Then El spoke again, voice shaking a little as she teared up “Screw you, Mike.” and then she stormed off, back home.

“Mike, what is WRONG with you!?” Will yelled, “You know how hard the past year has been for her! There was no reason for you to say that and yet you did, you’re a piece of shit, Mike!” and with that Will ran after El to go comfort her. “Will! Wait!” Mike tried to stop him, but Will ignored him and just ran back home. Mike sighed and looked at Dustin “Why’d you have to mention that dude, look what happened” Mike said, trying to shift the blame onto Dustin, when really Mike was the one that clearly did not care and instead of apologizing to El he made everything worse by practically making fun of her in front of the others. “HEY! don’t try to blame me for this dude! Not my fault you for some reason you never talk about your own girlfriend?” and now Mike was pissed. “Ok, but you shouldn’t have brought that up IN FRONT OF HER?! Screw you guys, I’m going home” and then Mike stormed off too.

After this the rest all decided it would be best to just pack things up and go home, it was getting late anyways. “Well, it was nice so at least see you guys again” Steve said, clearly feeling awkward about the whole situation. “Yea, you too. Cya guys” Dustin said, grabbing his stuff and going home too, Lucas following soon after, Leaving Robin and Steve to clean their trash up as they usually did.

At home with Will and El things weren’t too great either, El was sobbing on her bed, there was a mix of angry and sad tears violently streaming down her face while Will tried comforting her “Hey, it’s ok, Mike’s an asshole, please don’t let this ruin you, ok? You’re amazing! You’re sweet and you’re simply a great friend, El! Just cause stupid Mike doesn’t realize or see that isn’t on you. He’s always been blind to those things, trust me.” Will told her as he hugged her tight. He never thought he was too good at comforting people but now Will was sure he said the right thing, the thing El needed to hear, know and understand. He wasn’t lying either, Mike was oblivious to a lot of things, especially regarding people’s feelings, he always had been. “Are you sure? I mean my own boyfriend never even talks about me to his friends, doesn’t that say enough?” El said in between sobs, this absolutely broke Will’s heart, sure he had liked mike for ages but he knew how much El loved Mike too and how happy he, used to, make her. Will felt almost obligated to keep them together, but after what Mike pulled today at the park Will decided it was time Mike got what he deserved. “El, dump him. Please, all he’s doing lately is hurt you, he’s not good for you, you deserve better than him.” El looked up at her brother, eyes red and puffy from the crying, which was still happening, “You really think so?” she asked, Will’s eyes were now also starting to well up a little from seeing his sister cry “Yea, of course.”

So, El decided to go over to Mike’s house and break him the news, Joyce, being the supportive mother she is, drove El there and waited outside until she was done doing what she needed to. When they got to the house El felt nervous, she didn’t know why though, seeing as last time she broke up with him it didn’t feel like a big deal, but suddenly it did this time. El stepped out of the car and walked over to the front door, ringing the doorbell. Karen opened the door, “Oh! El, how lovely to see you! You’re here for Michael I’m assuming?” mrs. Wheeler said and El simply nodded before carefully stepping into the house. “He’s watching TV in the living room right now” mrs. Wheeler told El before getting back to cooking dinner. El walked to the living room and Mike looked up to see who walked in, being slightly shocked to see El “Why are you here?” he asked and El crossed her arms “Well, you made it very clear how much you actually care about me today. First I find out you never mention me at all to you friends, then you get mad at ME for being upset with you over this and then you try to blame Dustin for everything. Mike, you suck. I dump your ass.” and with that she turned around and began to walk away, but before she had left the room Mike said “It’s not that I don’t care, El” El stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, “And what’s that supposed to mean?” she questioned, “Well, I do care about you, it’s just that, I’m not in love with you anymore… I really tried to get those feelings back but I just can’t. So I’m sorry for not mentioning you enough, ever even, you just… You aren’t on my mind 24/7 anymore, because I don’t love you anymore. Sorry…” Mike explained and El understood better now, she still wasn’t happy but she understood. She gave a small nod and then turned around again and left, going back home with Joyce.

Mike was still on the couch, thinking, he was slightly shocked about what El just did but he also understood. However, this now meant he was going to have to confront his feelings from now on instead of projecting them onto El or anyone for that matter. This was going to be difficult.

When El and Joyce came home Will was sitting on the couch, almost like he was waiting for them to come back. Well not almost, he WAS waiting for them to come back. “And? How’d it go?” Will said, a little too enthusiastically. He was looking at his sister's face to try and see if maybe she was upset over something Mike had said again or if she was happy, but he just could not tell how she was feeling. “It went unexpectedly well, I think? I mean, I told him how what he did and said made me feel and he admitted that he hadn’t been in love with me for a while now. I feel like he means the day we left Hawkins by ‘a while’ …” El explained, she seemed suspiciously calm for someone who just broke up with their boyfriend. “Are you ok though? You seem awfully calm” Will questioned and El just nodded as she sat next to Will on the couch, laying her head in his lap. They did this a lot, it wasn’t weird to them at all, it was nice actually. Like this they could just kind of sit comfortably and be quiet for a moment, both thinking their own different thoughts. After a couple minutes Will let out a deep sigh, “You ok?” El asked opening her eyes and look up at Will, “Yea, I’m fine, just… thinking I guess, I’ve been doing that a lot recently” Will said, ending in a small chuckle, “Yea, I’ve noticed, I’ve had to snap you out of your thoughts a lot the past few weeks. So, I think it’s time you tell what exactly you’re thinking about so much recently” Will suddenly felt a wave of anxiety wash over him, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to talk about this yet with anyone. Sure he was happy Jonathan now knew, but when he basically came out to him Jonathan was the one to bring it up, not Will.

“Well, it’s not that easy to talk about, it’s stupid anyway, I promise you.” Will tried, hoping El would just drop it, but she wasn’t going to give up that easily, “Will, come on, I’m your sister, you’re supposed to tell me things”

That’s when Will decided it was time to tell them, everyone… Well, his family, so he thought for a moment about how he was going to say this and god was he afraid of this moment, “Well… I guess I have been thinking about a few things… It was easier last time because Jonathan figured it out on his own but now I’m gonna actually have to tell you guys… Wow…” while Will was talking his mom had sat down on a chair in the room and Jonathan was standing next to the couch now, “Hey, Will, if you aren’t ready you don’t have to tell us, ok? It’s completely up to you but I don't want you stressing yourself out too much so soon after everything happened” Jonathan told him, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder to comfort him a little. “Yea, I know, but I want to.” Will’s voice was shaking slightly as he spoke, Jonathan nodded in understanding and took a step back to give Will some personal space.

“Well… I just want to start off by asking you guys that no matter what, you won’t leave or, i don’t know, kick me out?” and Will was already on the verge of tears before he even started and Joyce got up to hug her son, “of course not, hunny, nothing could ever make me leave you behind or kick you out, don’t be silly” she then sat back down and Will continued talking. “Thanks… Ok, well, uhm, I think you all already know I’ve never had a girlfriend, right? And I, myself, always thought I was just too awkward to talk to any girls or that maybe I just wasn’t capable of falling in love… But oh my was I wrong, I’ve actually been in love for a while now… but I never said anything because I felt terrible for it, I felt like I was weird, a freak, for feeling this way… but it’s time to finally fess up I suppose…” Will fell quiet and no one interrupted him once that whole time. Will took a deep breath and spoke again, “I-... Mom, I’m gay. I’ve thought this for a couple years now but once we started going to school in Cali I was sure of it.” Will let out an almost sad chuckle, “I guess dad was right, huh? God, I’m so sorry…” Will’s voice sounded weak and soft. Then suddenly El hugged him and so did his mother, “Oh, Will, it’s ok, I still love you. I’ve suspected this for a while, but I’m glad you got to figure it out on your own. I’m so proud of you.” Will basically started sobbing at his mother’s kind words.

They all sat there for a while, just hugging when suddenly El pulled out of the hug and spoke up, “Will, you said you’ve been in love for a while, right? With who are you in love, if that's ok to ask?” and there was that anxiety again, he didn’t just want to admit his feelings for Mike right after he got his sister to break up with him, that would seem selfish, “No one, it’s not important” Will responded quickly. El rolled her eyes at him and shook her head “Tell us!” Her yelling scared Will, since his dad used to always yell at him if he didn’t do as he was asked, which caused him to just blurt it out “It’s Mike!” Once he said that he went completely pale. “Shit.” he said and quickly got up, simply walking out the door as he still had his shoes on.

Will walked all the way to ‘Lovers Lake’ to think, since castle Byers was still destroyed this was the next best place to go to think.

Of course, with his luck, Mike was there too. Will was about to walk in the other direction when Mike looked up and noticed him, “Will! Hey!” Mike said, sounding surprised but also happy. Will turned back to Mike and just decided to sit next to him on the small bench that faced the water, “Hey, Mike, why are you here?” Will asked as he kicked a small pebble into the water, not looking at Mike at all. “Could ask you the same thing.” They both chuckled and accidentally locked eyes for like a split second, but that split second was long enough to make both of them slightly flustered. “Well, I just came to sit and think here,” Mike began, “Mainly because I don’t know how to feel at the moment, my girlfriend just broke up with me but I’m not sad that she left, at all, I’m more upset that I now have to face my feelings. Feelings I think I might have for someone else. That I now cannot push onto her, I know how selfish that sounds by the way” Will was taken aback when he heard that. ‘Feelings for who???’ Was the only question running through his mind at the moment. So Will decided to shoot his shot, in a very… difficult and vague way that is, “You know… I don’t tell a lot of people this, but, I’ve always preferred the ocean over a sunset, do you know why?” Will started, looking over at his friend who seemed rather confused but also very intrigued, “No, I don’t know why, but please, do tell.” Mike told him and Will nodded before he continued speaking, “Well, I’ve always preferred the ocean, mainly because it can sometimes feel like it’s… alive, almost? you know what i mean?” Mike nodded at the question, “Like, the tides change constantly, so do emotions, and when it’s storming the sea gets all wild and dangerous… There’s almost constant waves, or constant thoughts… And not to mention how mysterious it is” This was Will’s way of explaining to Mike how he saw him and he hoped Mike understood that but part of him also really hoped he didn’t. But of course he did, “Yea, I get it,” Mike thought about his next words for a second, “I used to always think I was supposed to prefer the sunset over the ocean, but I don’t… I mean, sunsets are nice, but the ocean is so-... so alive! Like, the way it shimmers when the sun shines down on it making it almost look like little diamonds in the water, all of the fish living in it, sure there’s a lot we don’t yet know about the ocean, but it’s so… pretty” the last word Mike spoke was accompanied by eye contact with Will.

“You know… You’ve always somewhat reminded me of the ocean” Will admitted, this comment made Mike blush a little. “Oh yea? Because I’m like, super mysterious right?” Mike teased and Will laughed, “Shut up! You know what I mean!” Will said, giving Mike a friendly shove. After that they both went quiet a little for a bit, it wasn’t a bad silence, it was very nice actually. But of course, the silence came to an end as it usually did, “You know, Will, I think I know why I fell out of love with El the second you guys left…” Will looked up once he heard Mike speak and looked at him with a bit of confusion mixed with curiosity. “Oh yea? Why is it then? If that’s ok to ask I guess.” Mike nodded in return, “Of course it’s ok to ask, I wouldn’t have brought it up if it wasn’t.” Will chuckled at that, “But yea, I’ve been thinking a lot the past year and… I’ve come to realise that I was simply, I don’t know… I guess I was projecting my feelings, like I said earlier… and those feelings were, well, for you. I’ve liked you for the LONGEST time, Will, and at this point I don’t care if you don't feel that way about me, I just needed you to know” Mike basically blurted out the last part but Will still knew what he said and he could not stop smiling. “Mike… You blind idiot, I cannot believe you’d think I don’t feel the same, I’ve liked you for forever, Mike! But I never said anything because I thought you loved El and I didn’t want to ruin what you guys had… Plus, I already got bullied for being gay, I didn’t want these people to be right… I’m sorry, I should’ve said something earlier and not have waited like five years…” Will could feel tears welling up in his eyes from admitting the last bit, he hated telling people how much he didn’t like himself for who he was, “I always thought I was just some freak…” his voice broke as he spoke and Mike pulled him into a hug. “Hey, it’s ok, you’re not a freak, ok? And if you are… then so am I!” that made Will smile.

They sat there for a bit, just holding each other and then Will spoke, “So… Does this make us boyfriends?” Will asked, carefully, pulling away just far enough from the hug to look Mike in the face, Mike smiled and nodded “Absolutely.”

#byler #Stranger Things #stranger things 4 #ST4 #byler tumblr #byler fanfic #will byers #will #mike wheeler #mike #fanfic #gay #fluff #will x mike #mike x will #byler is endgame #byler is real #stranger things season 4

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littlecarnet · 1 year

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I got a really nice comment today that touched on something I hadn't really focused too much on...

First off...Horny Cake.

Lol! To be fair Delia didn't give it to him on purpose, she didn't even know it would affect Archer like that but yeah, it's technically a Turn-on Tart. I can't wait to write what the results of that will be in the next chapter. XD

But getting back to the topic, I really love how you worded Archer/Arceus actions and why he'd be a good father and husband. I'm actually a bit negative with him sometimes because he has a quick temper, he's tried to destory humanity, and was a pretty neglectful friend. But I guess that can be filed under " Needs Improvement", at least he's self aware like you mentioned.

But everything else? Yeah, I haven't given him a lot of credit for that. What he does is sadly rare. Most guys avoid single moms, don't want anything to do with kids from another man, and don't like baggage. Blended families are tricky too. Sometimes the kids don't get along or there's favoritism involved. Ash has met all of Arceus's children, seen the worst from them, but also helped bring out their best. They have in turn come to his rescue and protected him, even from Arceus himself. I think the Creation Trio and Ash would get along as a blended family for the most part, Ash probably being the mediator between them when they do clash. They seem to listen and calm down around him. Maybe moreso when he become their little brother.

I do like the idea that Delia and Giratina would get along due to both of them having rebellious phases in their youth, but going through character development later on. I could definitely see her being that supportive mom with her goth son.

I could see Palkia and Diagla being the protective older sisters to Ash and just constantly worrying about his safely because, wow, this kid is a danger magnet, how is he not dea...wait he died how many times now?!

Delia just fawning over Palkia and Diagla because she's always wanted daughters, and they get the mother they never had. Lots of bonding ensues. Also Delia teaching them to cope with their quarrels in a non destructive way. Erasing a town is not a good way to resolve issues. In turn they could easily use their abilities to help her out, I imagine that time travel and spacial distortion would be very useful in anything from mundane uses like house tidying via creating storage spaces with unlimited room to larger applications like taking a vacation in another era or dimension.

Giratina and Ash are already shown as best buds, so it would just evolve into best bros. He'd probably help Ash out with dimensional issues in Alola and any ultra beasts. And introduce Ash to his girlfriend, Cynthia...who they'd be " Hey long time no see!" It's a small pokemon world, huh?

They'd be a weird family, but fairly happy.

#pokemon fanfiction #musings #silly head canons

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sunasjellyfruit · 2 years

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College!Boyfriend Kenma Headcanons

So i have a few (they're a lot tbh) about Kenma cause after all he's my favourite haikyuu character so I'm just gonna leave them all here. This is really long ok? And it doesn't have an order, they're just a bunch of ideas in like, a mess.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

You two probably knew ach other from high school thanks to Kuroo but you weren't close to each other. As you started college you moved in with Kuroo (cause he was your bestfriend and the only one you knew who went to the same university). He used to invite Kenma over, to play videogames or to bring Tetsu home cause he was drunk.

So you two started talking again and discovered that you had lots of things in common.

You didn't know why you hadn't talked (or interacted) with Kenma before, you were made to compliment the other basically.

You two liked videogames, cats, sci-fic books, rainy days, warm drinks... You even knew his favourite brand of socks and his favourite pair at this point.

Alright so, one day when you woke up he was in your shared flat playing some videogames with Kuroo and you greeted them half asleep "Hey, good morning Tetsu, good morning Kenma. Do we still have greek yogurt?" Kenma nooded as a way to say hello and Kuroo looked at you two confused. "You two talk to each other now?" "Yeah, why?" You asked. "I just started to think that this day would neve come. And i ate the yogurt left last nigh, so go buy more."

Sometimes, when you had nothing else important to do, you called him to see if he had plans, which usually ended in you two hanging out to have a drink.

It wasnt akward even if you had only been close to each other for a few months. So it wasn't weird that you spent some afternoons in Kenma's flat with Kuroo.

One day, when you were having a studio session the three of you together (even if Kuroo was a year ahead of you), the older held his phone as if he had recieved a message and suddenly exclaimed "Oh shit, i had a date with my girlfriend, i have to go now. You two can stay together, you don't need me." And he run away. "Since when does he have a girlfriend?" You asked Kenma trying to hide a laughter. "He doesn't, I think he just wanted us to be alone."

And that was the beggining of you two spending time alone but in Kenma's house, which was much more private than just having a walk over the city.

Oh but you definitely weren't complaining, Kenma's company couldn't be better. He had a little kitten in his house and he didn't share his flat with other students, so you adored to spend time there.

And he? He was enchanted with you. He was probably in love even before you could notice. You were both young but you weren't teens anymore, so he was pretty sure about his feelings towards you.

Athough that doesn't mean he would tell you, we all know this boy :)

You had tons of dates (none of you called them dates, you called them "meetings" cause it sounded less couple-related) to do literally everything. Study, visit a new shop, have a coffee and go for a walk, relax from studying for hours, visiting a pet shelter, do the shopping in various supermarkets and grocery stores...

You spent so much time together in the university campus that everybody alredy knew that you two were together even before you both were. You also introduced him to some of your close friends that you had met in your course.

He's shy, we know it, but if he sees that those people are important for you he's going to try and be nice to them.

We don't know what career he has studied, but after the timeskip he's the CEO of a corporation, so i imagine that he studied business management and administration. But he's also a pro-gamer and a youtuber, so you can alredy imagine that the amount of free time that he has is pretty limited.

So you should be thankful that he spends so much time with you cause you're his precious friend >:(

He would be so delighted if you were studying something related to videogames, like programation or videogame animation. If your career was related to art he would praise your creations so much and he would be your nº1 supporter.

Okey so, his love confession wouldn't be until, at least, four or five months after you had started talking, and it would be something so soft and lovely.

One afternoon he asked you to help him cause he wanted to dye his hair again and he couldn't do it alone, and you were even more excited than him to do it. At this point you were, we could say, very in love with him.

So after a few hours of seeing the boy you liked looking like a sandwich with all those alluminium sheets on his hair, after having eaten some takeout you ordered and after taking a few pics together, when his hair was done you realised that it was pretty late.

"Do you wanna go to eat something? It's been almost four hours since we ate those burritos." He asked. "Only if you pay." You said with a smirk, and he smacked you shoulder playfully.

You two went to a small chinese restaurant, and after having dinner you two decided that the better option was to have a walk now that the moon was bright in the sky and it wasn't very cold.

It was something unexpected for both of you, but when he looked at you with that soft and tired smile, he coudn't help but mutter an almost audible "I like you". And when you looked at him and laughed faintly thinking that you misheard him. "What are you saying?" He went quiet for a second, thinking if it was a good idea, but courage filled him when you held his shoulder to look at his face. "I like you, a lot. And i can't think of those years before knowing you now, because you're too important in my life now. So, what do you say, would you let me be with you?"

Not gonna lie, i would cry if someone told me this.

"Is this real? Like, you're not fucking joking right?" You asked him, too nervous to even answer to his question, with a few tears in the corner of your eyes. "No of course not you idiot." He laughed holding your face. "Im seriously asking you out." "Alright, then yes. I mean, i accept. I like you too damn." You finally said, a big smile on yours and his lips. "Can i kiss you now?"

Yes you kissed, quite a few times actually.

Oh but this is not the end.

Not a lot of things changed in your relationship after that. Even if you two were (officially) dating now, you were alredy very close to each other.

The first week was probably very akward, but things got more comfortable over time, and soon you were one of those couples that everyone is envious. Not this cheesy and romantic couples, no, the type of couple in which you're very comfortable with your partner because you know and trust each other.

Kenma is not a big fan of PDA, so when you're out people will only see you two holding hands or walking by the others side.

Kuroo was not surprised about you two dating. "I hoped it, actually. You two are made for each other, i was surprised in high school when you two dind't use to talk." And it was true.

And you finally called your meetings as dates. Because if you met to study, you spent at least half of your time talking about your day or about funny things that happened that morning at the uni. Or if you met to play some videogames, now your seat was Kenma's lap and his arms were almost always around your waist (that if it was only the two of you, of course).

Oh and Kenma loves kisses. Forehead kisses, hand kisses, neck kisses... Everywhere. Your lips? His favourite place now. And if you backhug him he will melt.

He loves to feel your warmth when your arms are around him and he gets to hold you.

He might not seem like the type of person who would enjoy cuddles but he actually does. He would love to play with you, chase you around the house if you don't want to give him a kiss, lift you up out of nowhere just because he wanted, play with your hair just to end up braiding it...

Oh and that's another important point. If he ever sees you stressing over exams or studying, he's going to offer you a scalp massage, and if you want to he can also try some hairstyles (cause I bet he's incredibly good with hair in general) on your hair, it doesn't matter if you have long or short hair. He will also leave gentle kisses in your temple to help you to relax.

Again, if you're studying anything related to videogames and one night you call him to ask "Hey, do you wanna spend the entire night playing g/n (game name hehe)?" "You have to sleep you know?" He answered. "Let's say it's for research purposes." "Alright, come here now I miss you."

But even if you spend most part of the night glued to the TV screen with a controller on your hands, he will insist on stopping so you can get at least four hours of sleep because he cares about you.

And please, take care of him too. He probably has a lot of work, with his YouTube channel, his streaming sessions and his college career going on. I'm sure that some days he doesn't even stand from his desk, too focused with his studies and his "work" to notice that he has barely eaten. So in those moments, please make sure to bring him some food (even better if you've cooked it) and stay with him for a while.

At this point in your relationship you probably have the key to his appartament, but you would ring the door anyways to oblige him to stand up and walk just a few metters. And once you've feed you little boyfriend take him out for a walk, for twenty or thirty minutes, even if he doesn't want to. Brains have to take rest frequently, and it's not healthy to keep with the same activity for too long. (This applies for all of you people who read this <3)

In your first year aniversary (of dating ofc) you two would go to visit some near villages, to escape from the city at least for a day, but that night Kenma would insist on having dinner in the Chinese restaurant in which you two ate the night he asked you out.

There's literally no way you don't find this man in the university campus (if you're looking for him obviously) because of his fucking yellow converse. Okay, he doesn't like to stand out from the crowd, but he has a pair of bright yellow converse that he loves and there's no way you're not seeing them from the distance.

He also wears black combat boots, which sometimes makes him look intimidating when he wears them along with black oversized jackets (for people who can't picture it, like this) (I don't know why but Junkook's style fits Kenma to well in my mind)

Something that is stupidly funny is that he only owns socks with drawings. Like, there are no plain colour socks in his wardrove. All of them have pictures or things on them, like some frenc fries, a star wars theme, cats... And hardly any are black. So you can imagine how cute it is to see a big scary man all dressed in black oversized clothes, imponent combat boots and then when you arrive home and he takes them out you see a pair of pretty pink socks with sloths on them.

And he gets so mad if he loses any of them, he gets grumpy for the entire day.

Kenma has an habit of bringing you a coffee every morning, it took him two dates to learn which one were your favourite flavours, and every time you change your drink when you two go out, he writes the name on his mind to remember it in the future.

After being together for more than a year (and being in your second year of college) he gets more comfortable with PDA, small kisses, holding your hand to guide you, carrying your bag... But something he absolutely adores is when you hold his waist when you two are walking (you know, like that photo of Zendaya and Tom Holland) and it doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter than him.

Once you two had a big fight (not so great as to end the relationship) but you ended up crying the entire day in Kuroo's arms while he tried to feed you. It had been because of a stupid thing, but you both were stressed those days and things escalated quickly. And you felt devastated for saying very mean things to Ken that he didn't deserve.

You felt so bad, it wasn't hard to make the decission of apologising. "Not yet, it's late and he might need some time to cool down. I wont let you go out until tomorrow morning." Kuroo decided, and even if you knew that it was the best decision it still made you cry because everything felt too much.

But in that moment someone knocked the door and when your bestfriend opened he found Kenma crying on the other side. "Is y/n inside? Please tell me she is." He murmured. "Wait, dude are you crying?" Kuroo asked. "I'm sorry okey?" Ken continued.

I think I don't need to say that you both hugged the other for almost half an hour while muttering "Im sorry's" and "It's okay's" You decided that you would talk about the problem once you calmed down, as you didn't want to leave things unclear.

Basically what i've been wanting to say is that Kenma is the softest boy ever and that I love him.

And his entire closet (except the socks of course) is your closet now, you don't even need to ask at this point.

His followers and the people who watch his videos ended up knowing about your relationship when you appeared in the back of the screen when he was on live and someone asked jokingly if you were his partner. "Yeah, they're my partner" he answered completely unbothered. He also post sometimes pics of you on his social media, so we could say that you've become quite famous even without trying.

Kenma is probably very good at cooking as he lives alone, but he's too lazy to prepare food most of the time so he always orders take-out. But he loves to do shopping dates with you, and he buys food for almost an entire family.

Once you finish your second year (the time when Kuroo had finished his third year which meant that he had finished his career) he asked you to move in with him. One night, when you two where comfortably on his bed, wrapped around his blanket and hearing the muffled purrs of his cat. You were almost asleep and he was hugging you when he asked you, which woke you up immediately.

Of course you agreed, you were going to live alone after all cause Kuroo was moving to another part of the city. And you coudn't think of a better idea than living with the one who probably was the love of your life. Or at least thats what you felt in that moment, and his heart was feeling the same.

You didn't exactly moved into his flat, because together you rented another one a bit bigger. You dedicated a few days to go shopping together to buy things that you might need.

Or not need exaclty, but wanted. Did you need a cereal dispenser? No but it looked pretty on the kitchen. It was so exciting to buy new things together. In the end you felt a bit guilty cause he paid for everything, but Ken loved to spoil you.

You were his precious s/o, his lover, his everything at this point.

Oh and I haven't mentioned petnames, but he mostly uses darling, pretty boy/girl or just your name.

I'm going to stop here cause this is alredy too long and im tired but I love him sm :(

#It's almost one a.m. wtf i should be sleeping.#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#hq #hq headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu kenma headcanons #hq kenma #hq kenma headcanons #headcanons #anime

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soyouthinkucanwrite · 3 years

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What did he say? - Daniel Ricciardo one shot

Update: I just realized it's Carlos' birthday TODAY! I'm so so sorry hahaha I feel like a jerk, but it's just play pretend ok?

Guys, this is based on a dream I had but listen, it’s so weird cause I KNOW this is not like Carlos AT ALL. He’s kind of the vilan in this one... Please don’t be mad if you’re a Carlos fan, it’s just for fun, I swear. I’ll even try to write something with him later to make it up to you guys! Also, I clearly don't know how vacuum works in racing, so again, just humor me and pretend I got it right, ok?

As always, please take the time to let me know what you think, means a lot to me (even if it’s constructive criticism)! And thank you so much to everyone that always does! 💕 Your lovely messages always motivate me to keep writing!

Warnings: angst, jealous Daniel, kind of a dick Carlos (again, sorry! I know he’d never)

I was in the “side stage” at the press room for the Austin GP, the first I ever went and of course, the first with Daniel, as his girlfriend. He was answering questions along with Pierre Gasly on stage. There were a few people besides me, including some of the drivers, waiting for their turn to face the press.

"Coco, ¿quién es?" I heard Carlos Sainz whispering to his cousin, nodding his head in my direction.

"No conozco. ¿Creo que es periodista?" his cousin answered looking at me. I just acted like I wasn't listening, or understanding, not sure why though.

"No, si fuera periodista estaría allá fuera, haciendo preguntas" Carlos continued.

"Sí, pero no me parece estar perdida" his cousin commented, they kept whispering but I could hear them very clearly.

"Qué pena, no me importaría darte direcciones" Carlos said with a smirk and I felt really uncomfortable at that, which only made me stay even more frozen in place and wish Daniel came back sooner.

"Si no te conociera, diría que acabas de romper una relación. Ni siquiera puedes ver a una chica alrededor" his cousin said hitting him playfully in the head.

"¿Y te parece esta una chica cualquier? Siempre debes andar con supermodelos, ¿no?" Carlos joked back.

"Vale, tienes razón" his cousin answered him and I was counting the seconds for Daniel to come back now.

"Pero sin duda es nueva aquí. Me recordaría de algo como eso. Tampoco pienso ser americana, ellas no tienen esta-" Just then someone called him.

"Sainz, you're up next" Daniel walked out, coming by my side. "Hey" he said to me and I smiled. "They just asked to wait 5 minutes, something about changing the batteries of the mics" he said looking back at Carlos, his cousin, and Kimi, who was going to be pairing with Carlos in the press conference and was just hanging in the corner by himself this whole time.

"Alright, thanks mate" Carlos answered.

"Hey, have you guys met (y/n)? Carlos, Carlos, (y/n)... (y/n), Carlos, Carlos" Daniel made the introductions grinning like a teenager, probably finding it super funny that they had the same first name.

"¡Hola! Mucho gusto en conocerlos, soy (y/n). ¿Como están?" I extended my hand to greet them, feeling much more confident now that I had a 5' 9" Australian by my side. They looked startled at me and then at each other.

“¿Hablas español?” Carlos asked me.

“Sí, y compreendo muy bien también” I told him and my tone made it clear I knew exactly what they were talking about earlier and didn’t like it a bit.

"Carlos, Kimi, they're ready for you" an assistant called.

"Good one kid" Kimi said to me when he walked past us, winking at Daniel. Carlos followed him to the stage and since I didn't want to just stand there in the remains of the awkward situation with Dan and Carlos’ cousin, I just walked in the opposite direction, outside the press room. Not too long after, Daniel walked after me.

"Hey, what was that about?" he asked, still smiling. Boy, he wouldn't be smiling for too long after I told him what that was about.

"What?" I asked, trying not to make a big deal. He reached for my hand, taking it in his.

"You know what. Come on, what happened back there? Did you guys know each other?"

"No!" I have to tell him now, or he'll think I have something to hide. I took a deep breath. "They were talking between themselves before you come out, in Spanish. And I don't think they thought I could understand" he looked at me confused but then it hit him and his expression changed from confusion to rage.

"What did they said?"

"Nothing, it's not a big deal ok? I just wanted to let them know I could understand, so I just said 'hello' in Spanish, that's all" I said, walking away from the place where we were standing and pulling his hand. God knows I didn't want to be there when Carlos walked out, or better, for Daniel to be there.

"I figured that much. But what did he said? Just tell me" Daniel looked at me.

"Let's just go? Please? It's not worth it. What are you going to do? Sucker punch him?"

"Do I need to sucker punch him? Is it that bad?"

"No! Dan, please, let's just go. This is not going to lead us anywhere"

"(y/n)"

"I'll tell you. Promise. Back at the trailer, okay?" I tried to negotiate.

"Fine"

When we stepped back inside his driver's room, Daniel closed the door and looked at me.

"Alright. Spill it"

"Promise me you won't do anything to him"

"Absolutely not. The longer you stall me, the more pissed off I get"

"Okay” I knew I had no choice and honestly, why should I protect him really? I’m just worried about how this might make Daniel feel. “They were wondering who I was, his cousin was teasing him saying he was only interested because he just ended a relationship"

"That's not all" he said and I didn't answer, just looked away, shaking my head. "Alright. I'm sorry you had to hear that. But you can tell me these things ok? I want to protect you baby" He said stepping closer to me and hugging me.

"I don't want you to cause trouble for something stupid"

"Hey!" he said pulling away a bit to look at me. "This is not stupid. Nothing about you is stupid. It's a big deal baby, that’s plain disrespectful. I want you here with me, always. And I want you to feel comfortable here, okay?"

"I feel comfortable now" I said hugging him closer. He smiled and kissed the top of my head.

"Fuckers" he whispered to himself.

"Promise me you won't confront him. He'll deny, or start a fight. Or both. And besides, it’s not so much what he said, it’s more like how they were eyeing me. And I don't want you to get involved in a scandal" I said pulling away and sitting down in a chair. Daniel leaned against the table, looking at me.

"A scandal?" he laughed.

"You do know gossip is the major product of motorsports, right?" I smirked at him.

"Fair enough" he agreed. "Fuck baby, the things I have to deal with for having a goddess as a girlfriend" he was joking now, so the mood seemed lighter, but knowing Daniel, I knew he hadn't completely let that go yet. I just rolled my eyes at him. Hopefully, the events of the weekend would be enough to get his mind out of it.

Friday and Saturday kept us busy enough so that we didn’t touch the subject anymore, but I could still catch Daniel staring at Carlos here and there. And I could definitely see Carlos staring at me too, which I tried to avoid at all costs, staying out of his visual field. If Daniel saw that, I don’t know if I’d be able to hold him back again.

On Sunday I’d be watching from the garage with Michael and Blake, which was super exciting, to see all the action from the front row. But I didn’t want to disturb Daniel’s routine, so I tried to stay back a little. Yet, he kept coming to steal kisses and joke around. He seemed really relaxed and confident. He was P5 and I took the care to see that Carlos was P8, so I knew they might race each other eventually but I also knew that Dan would be much more preoccupied doing what he does best and overtaking the 4 in front of him to even think about whoever was behind. Everything was going to be fine, no harm done.

“Alright. Time to go” he announced to me. “Kiss for good luck?”

“Good luck. Just go and do what you do best, okay? And try to come back in one piece” I smiled through the kiss and then watched him take his helmet from the table, wink at me, and turn to walk towards his Mclaren. My chest was tight but I could only pray and hope now.

The cars were already outside the garage for some reason, so Dan was walking out when Carlos passed in front of the orange crew. He stopped to greet some of them and that would be fine, except he was not paying any attention to the people he was talking to. He was looking inside the garage like he was looking for something, or rather someone, cause when he saw me he nodded like he was greeting me and checked me out, head to toes. Dan saw it and looked back inside just in time to see me step aside, behind Michael, clearly uncomfortable with the whole thing.

“Hey... man” Carlos greeted Daniel. And his tone made me sure that it wasn’t even about me anymore. Carlos knew how much it must be bothering Daniel and was clearly using it to try and get him pissed off and unfocused. The thing is, very few things were capable of getting Daniel out of his “all good all ways” vibe, but when they did, you definitely don’t want to be on his way. I’m actually a bit worried about the other drivers now, Carlos included, because Dan just turned back to his machine, like he knew exactly what he was going to do and nothing would stop him, getting inside the car a mere formality. He didn’t even bother to take a second look at Carlos.

“Oh boy” I commented.

“Yeah, I saw it” Michael said to me. “What was that about anyway? I thought they got along fine”. I don’t say anything else, and from that moment on my eyes are glued to the screen in front of us, following any micro movement Daniel makes.

They go for the warm-up lap, which feels like it takes forever, and then, finally, Grid formation. That sign must be broken cause the lights also took hours to change.

3, 2, 1... there they go. Thank god we’re wearing masks, otherwise, my nails and fingertips would be long gone.

The first turn is a sharp one and Daniel had an opening to overtake Perez, the first driver in front of him, we could see it clearly from the drone view, but he didn’t take it. What is he doing?

“What is he doing?” Somebody in the garage voiced my thoughts.

“You had an opening Daniel” the engineer said on the radio.

“All under control. I know what I’m doing. How far are the others behind me?” Daniel answered.

I hoped he wasn’t doing what I thought he was doing but I already knew he was. Being the risk-it-all-idiot he was, Dan was waiting for Carlos to catch up to him. Knowing him, I knew he wanted to race and beat him personally, which was crazy stupid, but wouldn’t take long since Carlos had already overtaken Gasly and Alonso, and was now only a few nanoseconds behind Daniel.

“Come on Dan” I said to myself.

“Come on Daniel” Blake practically yelled at the screen.

I feel like throwing up. He’s gonna get hurt and jeopardize all the work the team put into the weekend just to... to what? I don’t even know. If he gets out of this race alive, I’ll personally kill him.

The race’s still going, no major changes after the first turn. Then suddenly Daniel seems to remember he had a gas pedal, finally getting speed in the big straight and leaving Perez behind. Carlos followed him, seeming to use the vacuum in his favor. Everybody in the garage celebrates, but I’m too focused to cheer along. He’s so close to the podium now. Just keep it up, baby. Carlos is still on his tail.

“Good job mate” the engineer says on the radio. “Watch for Sainz on your right. Bottas’ next”

“Keep me posted on Sainz’s time” it’s all Daniel says.

A couple more laps go and he’s really trying to overtake Bottas, not playing games anymore. Carlos doesn’t seem to try to overtake him even once though, he’s too far behind still.

More laps go by and I can’t standstill. When they’re in the 19th lap, with Max and Hamilton battling each other and taking turns in the lead, Daniel’s voice comes on the radio.

“Let’s be the first to box” I’m not sure what he’s playing at, as it’s still too soon to box, but the team seems to agree.

“Copy that. I’ll let you know when. Let’s get a couple more laps in. Keep this up for now” his engineer answers.

“Understood” Daniel’s voice come through the radio. “How’s Sainz time?”

“At least 1.5 seconds behind you” the engineer informs him.

“Understood” Daniel says.

He’s planning something. Not sure what, and I don’t know if I even could, not knowing much about racing strategies, but it definitely has something to do with Carlos and what happened earlier.

“Ouch!” I hear Michael say and nod towards the screen, making me focus on the race again, and not only on Daniel. Max and Hamilton had touched tires. “They're really going at it, definitely using way more tires than necessary"

"If Dan box before them..." I begin to ask.

"He needs a fast box, gaining speed later and for their box to be slower, but yeah, that's his best shot at them" Michael explains to me.

"Come on baby" I whisper to myself.

Daniel seems to finally get close enough to Bottas, but the Finnish guy won't make it easy for him. Turn 11 on sector 2 will be his best shot now and it's getting closer.

The garage and the radio go silent. Feels like the whole world is holding their breaths while Daniel smoothly overtakes Bottas from his left. And then I almost go deaf with all the cheering around me, it's a podium for Daniel, for now.

Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to last too long, cause once he comes to the box all the other drivers will pass him. It's just so frustrating.

"Good job mate. Spectacular time. Box now" the engineer informs on the radio.

"Box confirmed. We need to ace this, boys" Daniels says.

Not even a full minute later, I hear his car and see it on the screen. I look outside to see the orange machine with the big 3 in front of it, but I don't even have time to try and take a look at him, cause 2.3 seconds later (or at least that's what the TV tells me) there he goes again. The good news is, only Bottas passed him. The bad news is he almost crashes into Carlos when he comes out of the Pit Lane.

Some of the crew were still celebrating the fast pit stop when they realized what happened. I let out a gasp. They touched tires but Carlos seemed to have managed to get away from Daniel, quickly returning to his side a moment later but struggling to keep it up. Dan, on the other side, seems unbothered. He keeps gaining speed, even though the pit exit is right on the first turn.

"Take it easy now mate, even if Sainz passes you, his time is not enough to stay in front" the engineer informs Daniel, clearly worried that the risk doesn't justify the ends.

"Understood" Daniel responds.

We're on lap 30 now and just as the engineer said, Carlos is a full 2 seconds behind Daniel. Bottas still in front of him (which is frustrating for me because he had just overtaken him before the pit stop), then Hamilton, and finally Max.

"Daniel" the engineer calls him. "How're the tires?"

"All good"

"Good. Ready to race, mate? Hamilton's going to box now"

"Before Bottas?"

"Yes, that's confirmed"

"Understood"

I listen to the conversation between Daniel and the engineer closely, but I can't say I know exactly what the implications are.

"Bottas' going to second, Daniel to third again. Let's hope for a slow pitstop for Hamilton, so when he comes out, he comes in third and races Daniel. That's the best-case scenario, so he needs to gain speed now" Blake explains to me.

"Got it" I confirm to him. "What about Bottas? He should box on the next lap right?"

"Yeah. If Daniel overtakes him still on this lap, the difference will be too big for him to recover after his pit stop. Hopefully" He tells me.

There's a lot of 'hopefullys' and 'best-case scenarios' in this conversation, but I'll take it. I start to silently pray right away, eyes glued to the screen to see exactly what Blake predicted unfold: Hamilton pit stops, Bottas and Daniel are the firsts to go up on the positions, then Carlos, Alonso, and Gasly. The first turn comes again and Dan seises the opportunity to overtake Bottas, who, to his credit, is fighting real hard, but Dan isn't letting him take back his position.

Dan is P2 now. Max is almost 3 seconds in front of him. Hamilton comes out of the pit lane behind Gasly, it should take him long to again his positions.

"Bottas to box on this lap mate" the engineer announces.

"Not worried about Bottas. What about Max?" Daniel answers. A few moments of silence follow.

"Box confirmed for Max on this lap as well. Just get closer to him" the engineer instructs.

"Understood" Daniel answers.

"Come on, baby" I cheer silently again.

"Fuck! He's gonna make it" Michael yells. "Come on Daniel!"

Bottas is 2 seconds behind Daniel, and on the big straight Daniel manages to shorten his time difference to Max to 1.8 seconds. The next thing I know, Max is coming down the pit lane, quickly followed by Bottas. Daniel is P1. I can't believe this. Carlos is P2, but he hasn't boxed yet. Surprisingly enough, Alonso is P3 and, not so surprisingly, Hamilton is already P4 and gaining speed.

"Alonso hasn't boxed yet" Blake comments. That's bad news if we were hoping for him to defend his position against Hamilton. I take a look on the TV and they're showing the conditions of his tires, which to me doesn't mean anything.

"Will he be able to hold him?" I ask Blake.

"Not sure, he's tough though and doesn't want Hamilton to win, that's for sure" Blake answers me.

Then we hear Max passing outside, had almost forgotten about him.

"That took him longer than normal" Michael comments and we look at the screen, his pit stop was 3.6 seconds long. An eternity for the Redbull team. But awesome news for us. Bottas had already left the pit lane, his pit stop was 2.4 seconds long.

The grid is now Daniel, Carlos, Alonso, Hamilton, Bottas, and then Max. Alonso is still holding Hamilton back. Normally, I'd guess Carlos would box soon and maybe even Alonso, but since I know Carlos has some personal motivation against Daniel, I feel like he's going to hold on the longer he can and the same goes for Alonso regarding Hamilton.

We're at the final 10 laps now and nothing has changed, except Carlos is dangerously closer to Daniel now. Alonso still hasn't let Hamilton go by him, repeating the Hungaroring events. I hear the signal of the radio, indicating we're about to hear some communication between Daniel and his engineer, and my chest tightens. It's Daniel's voice that comes on then.

"Something wrong. I'm losing power" Fuck. No.

"Sainz is at your tail. Can you hold on?" the engineer asks.

"I don't know. Fuck. It's just not working. How much's the difference?"

"Less than 1 second"

"Fuck. Why hasn't he boxed yet?"

"His tires are in real bad condition. But I don't think he's going to do it now"

"I'll put some pressure on him"

"Negative. Negative. Stay away"

"Not going to touch him. Pinky promise" Bastard. I can hear the smirk in his voice, even though this is extremely dangerous and insane pressure, Daniel's still having the time of his life.

9 laps to go.

8 laps to go.

Carlos almost overtakes Daniel.

"Engine's not good. Can you do something?" Daniel asks.

"Negative. 7 laps to go mate, just hold it"

"Understood"

On the big straight of the 51st lap, Carlos overtakes Daniel, but then on the next turn, Daniel takes back his position. The sequel of turns that follows is the most nerve-wracking thing I've ever seen in my life, they're so close to each other, and at such a high speed that if they simply touch tires they would fly off the track and everything would be lost to both of them, maybe even their lives.

"Hamilton passed Alonso, mate. Watch out" the engineer informs him, and I look at the screen. Fuck.

"Fuuuuck" Daniel says on the radio.

It's the 52nd lap now, only 4 more to go and Carlos doesn't even signal a pit stop. He's going to try to make the whole race without it.

"Ferrari is not happy with him" Michael laughs a dark laugh. I knew he had a history of being stubborn but this is too much.

"His tires are at less than 10% integrity. How is he still going?" I ask.

There's the big straight again and Carlos falls a bit behind Daniel, but I've watched enough to know that that doesn't necessarily mean a good thing. Just as I predicted, he tries to use Daniel's vacuum to gain more speed and overtake him, Daniel doesn't let him through and get in front of him, making him almost go off track. That would be a "normal" movement, except Hamilton was using Carlos' vacuum in his favor and, when Carlos is forced to change directions, Hamilton hits his back left tire, which makes it blows off and it's a mess from then on.

Daniel is far from the whole ordeal by now, safe and sound, thankfully. But Carlos spins in the track, taking Hamilton with him. They both go off track and Max flies by, followed by Bottas, Charles (where did he come from?), and then Alonso.

"Are they alright?" It's the first thing that comes up to me to ask.

"Fuck! That was crazy. Is everyone ok?" Daniel asks on the radio.

"Positive. Everyone's ok. Keep going, mate. 3 more laps to go" the engineer informs him.

"Who's behind me now? Bottas?" Daniel asks.

"Max. But he's at least 2 seconds behind, we should be fine" I hear the engineer say and it's like I can almost breathe again. Daniel's going to win this thing. He's so close now.

"It wasn't Daniel's fault, was it? Can they punish him in some way for the accident?" I ask Michael.

"Don't know. He was defending his position, but he's been closing in Carlos ever since the begging of the race. Depends on how Ferrari and Mercedes spin this, they'll try anything that favors them" Michael explains to me in a worried tone.

They're in the final lap and Daniel's been clearly losing speed. Something's wrong with the engine. But it's the final lap, just a few more moments, come on baby, you can do it. Max is so close to him though, I wouldn't be surprised if the winner was declared based on the replay of the finishing line. The big straight comes up and Dan has to stay out of Max's front, so as to not give him any advantages.

I can barely see it, but at the same time, I can't take my eyes off the screen.

"Full force now mate, final sector. You can win this" the engineer says on the radio but Daniel doesn't respond. Max is right by his side, he's going to pass him.

There's smoke coming out of his car, the whole thing is going to blow off any second now. Oh my god, please just a few more seconds.

5 turns to go.

4 turns to go.

3 turns to go. Max overtakes him. Shit.

2 turns to go. Daniel wins his place on the podium back.

Final turn. Daniel's in the front, barely. They cross the finish line and the whole garage explores with cheering. There are people running outside to wave at him. I can only smile and hold my own head like it would fall off otherwise. He did it. He fucking did it.

"Woo-hoo! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" I can hear Daniel on the radio, screaming his lungs out.

"Good job mate. Spectacular work. First-class, really! Well done!" the engineer cheers on.

The next thing I know, Michael is hugging me and lifting me from the ground just to puck me back down and Blake lift me up again. I can only laugh at their excitement. I'm so happy for Daniel I can barely grasp it!

"Let's go!" Blake puts me down and runs outside the garage. I follow him out, to the place where Daniel is stopping the car, a bunch of smoke coming out and some people with fire extinguishers around it.

He's got his fists up, celebrating. But is still inside the car. Then he takes off the steering wheel and handles it to one of the mechanics waiting outside. He gets out of the car and stands on top of it, smokes still coming out from behind. It's a nice picture. I just hoped he got away from that thing before it explodes, but it's a nice picture, can't deny it.

Then he jumps down and run towards the crew, jumping over them, helmet still on. Everybody is celebrating and cheering, I can only laugh and clap at the scene before me. So much joy and happiness going on, the energy is amazing! Then I can see Daniel looking around, but since his helmet is still on, I have no idea what he's doing. Somebody seems to understand though and they wave at me, calling me to come closer. I approach, but I'm still unsure, don't want to get in the middle of the team's celebration. But Daniel grabs me, pulling me closer and hugging me. I just laugh, can't barely see him with the suit and helmet still on. He's saying something, but I can't understand a thing.

"What?" I laugh at his attempts to communicating with me. He opens his helmet visor and repeats.

"I fucking won baby!" He yells laughing.

"I know! I know! You won Dan! I'm so proud! You're the best baby!"

"I need to get this thing off" he says struggling to get the helmet and the balaclava off, when he finally manages to do it, he jumps over the fence that was separating us and hugs me again, lifting me in the air and kissing me deeply, making everyone around us cheer even louder and I smile against his lips. I wrap my legs around him and he keeps kissing me, only after a few seconds do I pull away to breathe and he touches our foreheads. I laugh again, just enjoying the feeling of pure happiness for him.

"I'm so proud of you. You were so good. This is crazy" I whisper to him.

"Get used to it, cause there's more where it came from" he answers kissing me again.

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babybuckleys · 3 years

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home sweet home - evan buckley.

summary: as buck's girlfriend you find it kind of odd that he still lives at his ex girlfriend's place.

specified pronouns?: she/her.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: sorta angsty, maybe some bad words, basic spoilers for season one/two.

a/n: hi! I've been wanting to write for 911 for a while so here it is, hope you enjoy it and as always feedback is appreciated. sidenote: also I know the timeline is kind of off but just go along with it for the sake of the story. <3

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Evan Buckley. Someone you had started seeing and had been dating for a while. It had started a couple of months ago after his sister Maddie had introduced you guys. You took an internship at the 911 call center since you had recently moved to LA and she decided that introducing you to her brother, who was around your age, was a good idea.

Which now brings you to present day. You guys had been dating and you would say that you were on boyfriend/girlfriend terms although the fact that he still lived in his ex-girlfriend's apartment.

You didn't find it odd at first maybe thinking that he was renting or living with a family member but after realizing that he didn't really have any other family in the area aside from his work family you asked him.

"So who's that girl in all the photos?" You asked him as both of you sat down on the couch watching a movie and eating takeout. Buck choked on his food for a bit and drank some water to calm himself down, well that hit a nerve you thought.

It was a couple of months later and we'll he hadn't really talked about it to anyone. I mean what even was Abby anymore. Last thing he knew about her was that she was somewhere in Belgium. But he didn't even learn that from her. He learned it from basically stalking her after she didn't respond to any of his calls. After leaving her at the airport it felt as though as soon as she walked through those doors everything that they had was over until he met you. But baby steps right. He had gotten over her but he still hadn't gotten over the warmth that she once brought him.

"She's my ex. She left because she needed some time to herself." He said avoiding eye contact.

"Wait, so is this her place or..?" You questioned why he still lived here if she left.

"I guess when she left we weren't really broken up but over time I just assumed that it was over he said." You understood. I mean getting over an ex wasn't easy especially if you loved them.

"Oh." You said. Maybe he just needed time to process it and that's what you kept telling yourself as time passed.

~~~

It had been six months. Six months since you guys had the talk. The talk about him living in his ex's apartment and yet he was still here.

You didn't try to mention it again but you felt that maybe it was a little excessive that he refused to sleep over at your house and only wanted you to sleep over here. I mean it was kind of weird to sleep and do the same things that he probably did with her in her home. You tried not bringing it up again but something in you just clicked and here you were once again.

"Look Buck, I just don't understand why you still live in her apartment. Look if you need a place to live you can live with me. I just find it weird that after so long you still live here." You exasperated.

"I can't just get over her like that. She's the first woman I loved." He said saying it as if you didn't mean anything to him. Of course he didn't mean it like that, you meant something to him of course you did but Abby showed him so many things that he didn't know before.

"Buck she left you. I don't understand why you're still hung up over her." You said as you ran your hands through your hair trying to understand.

"Wow Y/N that's low even for you." He said. He took it hard when she left so the fact that you had brought it up just brought a bunch of insecurities back to the surface.

You grabbed your stuff and headed out the door. You didn't want to say anything you were gonna regret so you felt that walking out was the better option. "Look for me when you're ready to talk Evan." You said as you left him there sitting on the couch with his face buried in his hands.

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Buck had sat down and talked to the only people he could actually talk to, his family at work. He had told them the situation and they were all offering their advice, more like their opinion but still.

"Look I say just move out, you seem to care about this girl." Hen said as she looked over at the younger firefighter.

"I agree with Hen." Chimney said.

"Of course you agree with me. Cause I'm always right." She said as laughs were heard throughout the small group of firefighters.

"Look you loved Abby but now you care about Y/N and you guys are dating so listen to her." Bobby told him.

He thought about what they all said and decided that he was going to talk to you after work.

After work here he stood in front of your door ready to knock. Ready to tell you exactly how he felt. Yet somehow even after the conversation with all the people he trusted most he couldn't bring himself to knock. He was scared. Scared of this new moment in his life. Scared that you were gonna leave him just like she left him. The first girl he loved left him and he didn't want that to happen with the second girl he was loving.

After three knocks you opened up your door and there stood Buck.

"Buck uhm what are you doing here?" You said realizing that it was pretty late.

"Look Y/N I'm so sorry if I ever made you feel like I didn't care about you. You mean so much to me and my ex she was the first person that actually cared about me and I just don't want to lose you like I lost her. She's the only warmth I ever had. And I want you to be my warmth now. I'm moving out first thing tomorrow." He spoke out.

Here you both stood. Evan outside on your porch, the light illuminating his features. And you inside, the warm glow on your skin. Only a few inches separating you two. "Buck, I understand first loves and they will always be special so don't say you're sorry for that. I care about you too. Maybe more than I should." You said, a small laugh coming out of both of your mouths. "Do you maybe want to come in?" You said.

"Yeah, yeah sure." He said as both of you then exchanged a kiss. You weren't his first love but you were glad that you were about to be the second.

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angellesword · 3 years

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (13)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: discussion of injuries which i know nothing about, effects of drunk driving.

SERIES: CHAPTER 12 | CHAPTER 14

Jeon Jeongguk missed you.

He missed you so much he felt like he was going crazy.

He didn't realize that a big part of you was occupying his whole being to the point that when the two of you separated ways, he felt like everything he had meant nothing if you weren't in his life.

He had been dreaming of buying his own apartment ever since he was young, but now that he finally had a house that he could call his own, Jeongguk came to know that this wasn't what he wanted.

What he desired was not a house—he wanted a home and home was wherever you were.

The walls surrounding him weren't going to protect him. It actually hurt him. The deafening silence kept on bouncing that he felt like he was gonna lose his sense of hearing.

Jeongguk decided he hated silence.

He wanted his house to be filled with your laughter.

"Seriously, Guk. Why am I here?"

Jeongguk couldn't speak as Red continued to glare at him.

Ji-eun and her father couldn't visit today because Namjoon had work to do. This left Jeongguk with no choice but to invite his ex-girlfriend in his abode. He hated being alone since it reminded him of how fucked up he was.

He needed a distraction.

"So now you're giving me the silent treatment?" Red rolled her eyes. This was one of her ex lover's habits that she hated. Jeongguk was so bad when it came to communicating.

"You need to tell me the truth if this is about her." Red sighed and Jeongguk froze. The former hadn't mentioned your name, yet Jeongguk was already affected. He knew Red was referring to you.

"I like her a lot and as much as I enjoy doing you a favor, I can't do this forever."

"Msorry..." Jeongguk avoided Red's eyes as he bit his lower lip. His heart hurt a lot.

"No." She shook her head as if her ex's apology was pure bullshit. This was truly unacceptable. "This isn't just about you, Jeongguk. Did you know that the whole office is either questioning my sexuality or thinking I'm a kiss-ass?"

"What?" The confused boy flicked his gaze at Red.

She snorted and then rolled her eyes once more.

"People think I'm in love with your soulmate because I basically cook her three meals a day. I also remind her to drink water, take her vitamins, leave her sweet notes, and change the flowers in her vase just because you are too much of a pussy to do it on your own!"

Jeongguk averted Red's glare again. She was right. He was a fucking coward—too scared to do all these good things on his own.

He was the one who left you, but he felt like you didn't want to do anything with him anymore. Jeongguk had accepted his sad fate, but it didn't mean he would stop taking care of you.

The truth was he was the one who cooked the food you eat every day. He was the one writing you sweet notes, he was the one bombarding Red text messages to kindly remind you to do the simple things you usually forgot because of your busy schedule.

Jeongguk was doing all of this without your knowledge.

How could he tell you when he knew he was unnecessarily mean to you?

"I mean it's about right. I told you I'm gonna stay here for a few months. It's over now. I don't want to be your tenant anymore."

What he said to you six months ago was deeply engraved in his head. This lie was what kept him awake at night.

Jeongguk was lying. Yes. It was true that he didn't want to be your tenant, but it didn't mean that he didn't want to live with you anymore.

But he was so confused—so fucked up in the head that the only solution was to push you away.

He stood by his belief. You did not understand anything and you did not love him.

But Jeongguk was sure of one thing—or at least he thought so.

"I-I," his adam's apple bobbed up and down. He was nervous. "I think I like her..."

The girl's scoff indicated that she didn't like what he just said.

"You think?" She crossed her arms, making Jeongguk flinch. Her reaction reminded him of the time he met Red at Seokjin's birthday party.

"Why did you follow me, Jeongguk?" Red looked like she had seen a ghost, but she still folded her arms over her chest to intimidate Jeongguk.

It was easy to frighten him. All she had to do was to raise her brow and cross her arms.

"Wow," your soulmate gritted his teeth. "You haven't seen me in so long and this is how you greet me?"

Jeongguk wasn't expecting to see Red at this party. He was here because he wanted to be your date. The thought of you bringing Hoseok to this party made him so angry.

"How do you expect me to react, Guk? I don't want you here!" She was panicking. Jeongguk called her a bitch the last time they had seen each other.

Right now, Red couldn't help but think that Jeongguk would cause ruckus again.

This couldn't happen. Not right now. Not when people were watching Seokjin, and definitely not when you were here.

Red went to the veranda to get some air. She couldn't face you, couldn't face Jeongguk, and couldn’t face Seokjin. The latter had no idea that Jeongguk was the ex she was talking about. They hadn't had the chance to talk about your soulmate because Seokjin was too caught up with the divorce trial.

"So that's it, huh?" Jeongguk clenched his fist. "You'll just decide you don't want me anymore just because you found your soulmate!?"

"Yes!" Red did not even hesitate. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was so scared. All she could think about was the fact that Jeongguk could destroy this evening.

"I found my soulmate and I'm okay now. You should be happy too, JK. You have met the person destined for you."

Jeongguk looked away. How could he be happy? He found you, but he liked Red.

Red knew what was running inside his mind, so she shook her head and looked at Jeongguk straight in the eyes.

"Do not hurt her, Jeon. She's a one of a kind girl. You can't find another person as sweet and smart as her."

'But you're sweet and smart too!' Jeongguk wanted to argue.

"She saved my life. I owe her everything I have. I wouldn't even be able to meet my soulmate if it wasn't for her." She sobbed.

"So don't. Please. Don't hurt her."

Jeongguk blinked back to reality upon realizing that he broke Red's request.

He hurt you. Bad.

"You have to be one hundred percent sure about what you feel for her, Jeongguk. She deserves better than this."

He remained quiet, still pondering on what he felt.

Six months passed, but he felt like it wasn't enough to ease his doubts.

"No." He blurted out. "I-I like her,"

Red's expression softened, but she wasn't convinced yet. Jeongguk was stammering as if he wasn't certain.

"Are you really sure? I know I'm always pressuring you, but I want you to be real." She said carefully.

Jeongguk's heart was hammering. It felt like it wanted to be free from the cold cage he built.

"I don't know!" He looked like he was in a lot of pain. Tears were actually threatening to fall down his cheeks.

Jeongguk hated feelings. Why were they so complicated?

"Okay, Gukkie. Calm down."

Gukkie. You called him this. Jeongguk had another realization. That nickname was only cute when it came out of your pretty mouth.

He wanted to kiss you.

"I think you're just guilty and confused right now," Red started.

He could only listen.

"Guilty because you are being held back by the amount of time we spent together. You drilled it in your head that I am the one for you. You ignored the fact that soulmates exist and now that you're experiencing how the soulmate bond works, you became confused."

Red could feel that Jeongguk was skeptical of his own feelings. He was probably thinking that it was impossible for him to fall in love with you with just a few months.

But you see, that was how the soulmate bond worked. It made the impossible possible.

"I know it's hard to suddenly believe into something especially when all your life, you ignored and denied the existence of it."

Jeongguk only pursed his lips into a thin line.

Red continued.

"You feel guilty for trying to unlearn what you believe is a myth, but it's okay, Jeongguk. It's okay to let me go. You aren't cheating. Your feelings simply changed. Don't let our memories together ruin what your heart truly wants."

Confusion was eating him alive again.

"H-How do you know all of this?" He asked softly, making Red chuckle.

"Why do you think it took me so long to tell you that I found my soulmate, huh?"

Jeongguk shook his head. He honestly had no idea.

"It’s because I also went through this, Guk. It took me months to finally admit the truth to you since I was so guilty. We have been together for almost a decade and I feel like it would be such a waste to just let you go, but the heart wants what it wants. It's so much easier to just let things go."

Jeongguk grimaced. He regretted being an ass to Red when they broke up. If he only knew that it was this hard to be in denial...

"But don't get me wrong, okay? Letting go doesn't mean that you have to completely erase your memories with people. I still treasure the moments we spent together and I love you, Jeongguk—not in a romantic way, but I will always love you."

He was his first love, his first friend. Jeongguk had always been there for her. She knew he truly loved her.

As Red talked about their memories together, Jeongguk then started to reminisce the moments he had with you.

It was weird.

Weird that your memories together were not even half as many as the moments he spent with Red, yet all that's on his mind was you.

This was what terrified Jeongguk. You barely spent time together, but what he felt for you was strong—too strong that it defeated his ten years with Red.

"I don't know what to do," Jeongguk choked out a sob. It's annoying because Red was laughing.

"You poor bunny. I wish I could tell you how I did it, but you have to figure this on your own." This was the last thing she said before leaving Jeongguk alone.

Alone with his treacherous thoughts.

He kept playing the conversation he had with Red, making him realize that his own thoughts was the one making this hard for him.

Red was wrong.

Jeongguk wasn't confused.

He knew exactly what he felt for you.

He was just too much of a coward to admit it.

He never learned.

The six months he spent away from you should have served as a lesson by now, but no. Here he was, still ignoring the ache in his chest.

Jeongguk regretted leaving you months ago. He had to admit that it wasn't instant though.

That's the thing about regret. It came into a beautiful form—a disguise telling him that this was what he wanted even though he knew deep down that it was not.

He hated himself because of this. There were many warning signs from other people. He had heard so many times that regret was a two-faced bitch. It felt good at first, making him feel like he was floating because he was finally free.

But then it would come back to haunt him—to drown him with what ifs and I should have—to suffocate him until he couldn't breathe anymore.

Jeongguk hated himself because of this. Why couldn't he be like others? He envied those people who could express their feelings in the right way. Those people who knew how to dodge regret.

He wasn't like them. He got overwhelmed too quickly—causing him to panic and do stupid things.

But really. What was his way of expressing himself? How could he ease the doubts in his head?

What kind of outlet would serve as his way to be able to express the heaviness in his chest?

Jeongguk could only think about one thing.

He went to his art room. There was too much space in this house, but his loneliness still couldn't fit.

Everything in this room was sad. The easel looked sad, the palette looked sad, his blank canvas looked sad.

It was sad that he couldn't find the will to paint anymore.

What was the use of seeing colors when he couldn't do what he loved? What was the used of seeing colors when he couldn't see the color in your eyes?

Jeongguk's lips trembled as he gripped the brush in his hand.

He really couldn't do it.

Maybe he should look at his previous works to get inspiration?

Yeah. That's probably the best thing to do...

Jeongguk brought out the box full of the things you had bought for him.

It had been half a year since he touched these materials. He couldn't bring himself to even look at this before. It reminded him so much of you.

Jeongguk let out a shaky breath.

The box was overloading with art. The months he spent with you caused him to produce these lovely sketches.

He smiled while looking at the pile of sticky notes on the floor. These were the ones he drew when he was overwhelmed with colors.

Sketching was much simpler. It calmed his raging emotions.

Jeongguk started to absentmindedly piece together the pictures in the sticky notes drawn by him.

"Holy shit," his eyes suddenly dilated upon realizing that these tiny sketches made up a larger picture of your eyes when they were put together—similar to a puzzle.

Jeongguk's blood was rushing. It was as if he was slapped by reality.

The larger picture was your eyes, the small ones that were drawn in each sticky notes were every tiny detail about you: your mouth, your neck, your fingers, and everything in between.

This was it.

This was his way of expressing feelings.

His lips lie, but his artworks tell.

Jeongguk understood now what Red was implying. She was right. No one could help him, not even the love you claimed you felt for him.

This was all on Jeongguk. He realized that he had to admit it himself that he loved you, that he wanted to be with you, and that he believed in soulmates because he wanted to and not because other people force him to do so.

Realization was the complete opposite of regret. The latter was slow, the former was instant. It would hit you when you least expected it.

Jeongguk was certain.

His doubts were cleared because he knew you could see colors now.

You should be able to see with flashing colors and light, so why weren't you?

"J-Jimin?" You whispered, uncertain, unstable, and unhappy.

You were surrounded by negative prefix that was making him feel sick.

When Jeongguk found out that he loved you, he imagined begging for forgiveness at your feet— telling you how much of an idiot he was and that he was willing to take whatever you could give—no, scratch that. You didn't have to give anything at all.

It was his time to show you how much you meant to him.

This was why Jeongguk texted you, asking you to meet him. When you didn't answer, he was forced to call you.

Unfamiliar voice welcomed him to bring the terrible news.

The person on the other line told him that you were in a hospital. Your car crashed because you were driving under the influence of alcohol.

Jeongguk didn't know what to do after knowing this information. He was out of his mind. It was a miracle that he was able to reach the hospital in one piece.

He remembered running like crazy, he was crossing the street even though cars were approaching. He ignored the profanities leaving their mouths.

He just didn't care about anything. He just needed to get to you.

He couldn't get to you—at least not now. The doctors were still treating you. Luckily they told Jeongguk everything. He didn't even need to show his I.D to prove that the two of were related. He only needed to tell them that he was your soulmate.

It's funny how he refused to believe in the idea of soulmate before, but right now, he was using it to beg other people to believe that you were destined to be together.

Jeongguk waited in vain, staring into the space and praying to God he didn't believe in.

Desperation always led people into doing things they never thought they'd ever do.

"You're Jimin, right?" You continued to ask, still unsure.

Jeongguk didn't know how to answer. You were acting strange. Couldn't you tell that it was him who was in front of you now? Was this one of effects of the accident?

"I'm sorry I keep asking," you bit the inside of your cheeks as tears filled your eyes.

Jeongguk was quick to wipe your tears away. His touch was gentle, but you still winced.

Everything about you hurt.

"I can't see you. I-I can't see anything. It's all black..."

Jeongguk's heart sank, his blood running cold.

What did you just say?

"I'm so scared, Jimin-ah. This is different from the colorless world." Your tears were flowing non-stop, similar to the painful sound that kept on hammering your soulmate's chest.

"I feel like I'm going crazy. There's nothing here, it's just darkness sucking me in."

You were quivering in agitation. You felt helpless. It was as though everyone was fully geared up and you're here, naked—just waiting to be taken advantage of.

Being blind made you more vulnerable. You just wished this wasn't forever. The doctors said that there were two probable reasons why you couldn't see.

The first one was because of the accident. They already treated your injuries, but they said you still needed an eye surgery. Apparently, you hit your head when your car crashed. They said you didn't need to worry since this was the most common type of treatment for people experiencing temporary blindness.

Temporary.

You hoped this was temporary. Your heart couldn't take it if the reason why you were blind was because of your tragic fate.

The doctors told you that your blindness might be because of the existence of soulmate. It had come to your learning that the medical world was now considering this myth as a reality.

If this was the case, you were really damned.

"I'm sorry..." Jeongguk blurted out. He couldn't stop crying after knowing what happened to you.

This was not how it was supposed to go. Why was the universe being so cruel to him? Was he wrong? Was breaking from the phase of denial not enough? Was he really your soulmate? But why...why did you turn blind after he finally accepted the love he felt for you? Was it not enough?

Was Jeongguk not enough? Did he hurt you to the point that nothing, not even his love, could bring you back to light?

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry!" Jeongguk wailed, he was aching to touch you, but he was scared to cause you pain.

He caused you pain.

He would always cause you pain.

This was evident when you felt a sharp pang in your chest upon recognizing his voice.

He wasn't Jimin.

You did not pour your heart to Park Jimin.

You told everything to the wrong person.

You made yourself vulnerable in front of Jeon Jeongguk. Again.

"J-Jeongguk?" Your voice was loaded with disappointment and sadness.

He sobbed even harder.

"I-It's me," his voice cracked. "I'm here."

It's me. I'm here. If you were the person you were before, you would probably be rejoicing now.

Jeon Jeongguk was here. You didn't know if he was here because of you or not. In the end, it didn't matter since: "I'm glad," you said." I'm glad you're here."

You did not sound like you were glad. Not at all. Jeongguk couldn't be mistaken. Your voice was too monotonous to be considered happy. Your expression was impassive it made you look like you had no life.

But you were glad. You're sure of this because at least you didn't have to beg Jimin or any other people to ask Jeongguk to come see you.

He was here so you could already tell him what you had been meaning to.

"I'm sorry, Jeongguk," this was what you meant.

He did not understand.

Why were you saying sorry when he should be the one begging you to take him back?

"I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable so many times. I didn't mean to—"

"Don't say that," he cut you off, but you continued.

This time you were smiling.

"Allow me to," you gulped. "Allow me to so that I could understand why."

What were you saying now?

"I have to apologize and you have to tell me what I did wrong, Jeongguk. You have to tell me what I did to make you hate me this much."

You were crying. The pain was unbearable. It was making you think of the worst case scenario. It was making you imagine things that weren't true. It was making you feel like his hatred towards you was the reason why you couldn't see.

You were blaming him.

You had the right to.

He hurt you so much.

"What did I do to deserve this?" You had been a good person. You weren't hurting anyone consciously. You had been giving everything you had, so why? Why was your soul still bleeding?

"I let you go, Jeongguk. I am letting you go. Can't you do the same? Can't you really let go of the hatred in your heart and just let me live?"

Jeongguk couldn't speak. You were feeding your head with lies.

Jeon Jeongguk did not hate you because Jeon Jeongguk loved you.

He loved you with all of his heart.

"Let me go, Jeongguk."

With his body.

"I don't want to be your soulmate anymore."

And soul.

You did not want to love Jeon Jeongguk.

You loved him. Once. But not this time.

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