#at least hes together with his friends up there. he deserves all the rest he can get for fighting so hard đ
Save The Last Dance For Me - Buddie Fic
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âIâm never drinking again.â
âMe neither.â
Buck groaned, cradling his head in the crook of his arm, a wide grin still spread across his face as he watched his sister and a little banged up but elated Chimney, have their first dance.
âThey look happy,â Eddie murmured next to him, their shoulders brushing together as he took a large gulp of what must have been his fifth glass of water in the last hour.
It had been aâŠchaotic day, to say the least. From disastrous bachelor parties to losing the groom, to the same groom being in jeopardy all when he was supposed to marry the love of his life and the mother of his child, things seemed to keep going from bad to worse.
But with the help of their family and friends, they got there in the end. Maddie and Chim made their way back to one another and professed their love officially, all beautiful and legally binding.
Eddie got a lump in his throat as he watched his friend twirl his new bride, nudging Buckâs knee as he saw the tell-tale sheen in his gaze.
âYou holdinâ up, okay?â
Buck nodded, turning those bright blue eyes to him.
A familiar warmth spread in Eddieâs chest at the sight. Buck had seemedâŠlighter these last couple of weeks. Ever since he came out to Eddie, and then the rest of the 118, it was as if a weight he hadnât realized heâd had around him suddenly lifted, and Eddie, honestly, couldnât be happier for his best friend.
âYeah, Iâm good. Happy it all worked out. They deserve it. Especially after everything theyâve been through.â
Eddie hummed in agreement, and the two of them went back to watching the couple, a companionable silence falling between them.
âYou think youâll ever do it again?â
He whirled around to find Buckâs stare tracing the side of his face, looking pensive.
âDance?â he asked, being deliberately obtuse to try and avoid answering.
Buck rolled his eyes, knocking their shoulders together.
âGet married.â
Something sharp twisted in Eddieâs gut at that. His heart began to pick up speed.
âU-UhâŠâ
Fuck.
Ever since his talk with Bobby, he had asked himself that exact question. And a couple of more terrifying questions that he still didnât have the answers to.
Their eyes locked.
âIâm not sure. Maybe? IfâŠif I was with the right person.â
Buck held his gaze, looking as if he wanted to say something but wasnât sure how.
âEvan?â
They turned towards the sudden voice behind them.
âTommy!â Buck exclaimed excitedly, leaping out of his seat and enveloping him in a hug.
Eddie regarded the two of them, realizing that this was the first time he was seeing them together now that they were together. He watched Tommyâs hand land on Buckâs hip, the other coming up to grip his shoulder, squeezing it gently, his thumb sweeping over his collarbone.
Something painful suddenly jolted again in Eddieâs stomach, making him frown in confusion. He hurried to clear his expression as Tommy began to speak.
âYou lookâŠâ he trailed off, taking in Buckâs dishevelled âCrockettâ outfit (Eddie still insisted that he was Tubbs, but whatever), âlike you had an interesting night.â
Interesting sure was one way to describe it.
As if Buck was reflecting on just how interesting the night had been, he gave a half-shrug and sheepish grin.
âNot as interesting as you saving the day by rescuing Chimney in your chopper,â he quipped, nudging his shoulder as Tommy lowered his head almost bashfully.
âI donât know, Buckley. Seeinâ you in a pastel suit, even if it is a little dirty, is pretty high up there.â
Oh, God. Theyâre flirting.
Not that Eddie cared, of course. He was a good friend, an ally. He wasnât uncomfortable or anything, of course not. He just couldnât exactly explain the almost nauseated feeling in his gut at the moment. It was probably just something he ate or, you know, the gallons of alcohol he had consumed last night.
âHey, Eddie.â
His head shot up to meet Tommyâs eye, and he quickly schooled his face into something more pleasant.
âHey, man,â he raised from his seat to shake his hand, smacking him on the back in a half hug.
Tommy quirked an eyebrow at him, gaze trailing up and down.
âTubbs?â he asked with a glint in his eye.
Eddie shook his head.
âIâm Crockett, heâs Tubbs, people just refuse to acknowledge it.â
Tommy laughed as Buck let out a groan.
âIâm more like Don Johnson, Eds. Accept it.â
âYou didnât even know who Don Johnson was until I told you,â he shot back. âJust because you insisted on binge-watching Miami Vice all week, does not mean you get toââ
âI wanted to stay on theme,â Buck interjected. âChimney wanted the '80s, so he got the â80s. I wanted to be authentic to the character. Like, whatâs it calledâŠmethod acting?â
âUh-huh. Okay, Daniel Day-Lewis.â
He was hyperaware of Tommy staring between them, watching their exchange with something unreadable on his face, and quickly cleared his throat.
âYou want a beer, Tommy? I donât think youâll need your wallet tonight after getting the groom back to where he belongs.â
The three of them watched Chim dip Maddie, her peels of laughter audible over the music.
âHey, you guys found him. I just drove. OrâŠflew,â Tommy chuckled as they all walked along the edge of the dancefloor, towards the bar.
âSo, do I get to ask what happened to you?â he gestured to Eddieâs bare chest under his suit jacket.
Buck failed to stifle a snort.
âLittleâŠkaraoke mishap,â Eddie hurried to say as if that explained anything.
Tommy merely grinned, accepting the beer handed to him with an appreciative nod.
Eddie took that opportunity to glance back onto the dancefloor, noticing that Maddie was now waving frantically at them.
âThink youâre being summoned, Buck.â
Like an overexcited puppy, Buck bounced on the balls of his feet.
âOh, yeah! Time for the brother-sister dance!â
Eddie and Tommy levelled him with twin looks of confusion as he flushed, babbling.
âMaddie insisted on a brother-sister dance instead of a father-daughter dance. Says itâll bring her better luck this time around.â
With that, Buck smacked a quick kiss on Tommyâs cheek that had Eddieâs mouth twisting for some reason. He then clapped him on the shoulder and bounded across the room in a flash, taking Maddieâs hand as Chim took Henâs.
Eddie watched the siblings and pseudo-siblings dance for a moment, feeling a gentle smile replace whatever was on his face at how happy they all looked.
âSo. Evan told you we were dating.â
He was spat out of his reverie by Tommyâs words and tried not to let himself visibly react.
âUh, yeah. He did. Iâm happy for him. You too.â
He watched from the corner of his eye as Tommy shifted from one foot to the other, and suddenly worried that he had somehow said the wrong thing.
âGood. Iâm glad. Youâre his best friend, Eddie. He needs you.â
He could hear a slight tone colouring those words, but he couldnât figure out what it was, so instead, he commented on something that had been plaguing him for a while now.
âYou call him Evan.â
There was a beat where Tommy sipped his beer, gaze tailing Buck from across the room before he replied.
âYou donât.â
It was a non-answer to a non-question.
Eddie wanted to tell him that Buck didnât really like being called Evan. That the only people who called him that were Maddie occasionally and his parents, with whom he had a complicated relationship. He wanted to tell him that Buck preferred âBuckâ because it was who he was now. Who he had become over the last seven years, away from his childhood home, his parents, and the ghosts that haunted him.
But he didnât.
Because maybe Buck liked it when Tommy called him Evan. Maybe he was the exception. And that was none of Eddieâs business.
âNo, I donât. Not often. And usually only when I really need him to hear me.â
Because, EvanâŠyou act like youâre expendable. But youâre wrong.
Tommy hummed, taking another sip.
âDoes it bother you?â
That dragged his eyes off his friendâs cheerful face, meeting Tommyâs gaze, and despite what he had just been thinking, he heard himself reply:
âWhy would you calling Buck âEvanâ bother me?â
Something weighty passed between them as if Tommy silently asked him something he had no idea how to answer.
âNot that,â he murmured, his focus zeroing back on Buck. âDoes it bother you that weâre seeing each other?â
Eddieâs mouth went dry. He took another large gulp of water, forcing down a cough.
âO-Of course it doesnât bother me. Why would it bother me?â
He almost cringed at the note of hysteria in his voice.
Tommy nudged him.
âRelax, Eddie. I wasnât trying to insinuate anything. I just meant that I know how close you and Evan are, and how important he is in Chrisâ life. I just wanna let you know that I donât want what me and Buck might have come between that, man. And Iâd get it if you wereâŠconcerned it would.â
Eddie wasnât sure exactly how to answer that, so he merely nudged his shoulder back.
âSâall good. Yeah, Buck is my best friend. But youâre my friend too, Tommy. Iâm psyched you two are givinâ it a shot.â
He wasnât sure why he couldnât meet his eye when he said that. Instead, he found himself staring back out on the dancefloor just in time to see Buck and Maddie do a stumbly double twirl, their identical grins on full display, Buckâs eyes glinting bright against the disco lights.
Eddieâs stomach did another random flip that made him glad he didnât risk the appetisers earlier.
Seriously never drinking again.
âHe is a terrible dancer,â Tommy laughed at Buckâs antics as he tried and failed to rope Chim and Hen into some sort of dancing quartet.
âOh yeah, the worst,â Eddie agreed with a chuckle. âBut he tries. And although he does care what people think, sometimes a little too much, he doesnât let that stop him. Thatâs what counts.â
He wasnât just talking about Buckâs dancing, obviously, and judging by Tommy's completive hum, he understood that.
âYeah, it does,â his voice was fond in a way that was all too familiar to Eddie when it came to Evan Buckley. âI wish I had been more like him when I first came out.â
He chanced a glance at him, tilting his head.
âWhat do you mean?â
Something almost sad crossed Tommyâs face.
âI mean, I was kinda an asshole about it at first, to be honest,â he shrugged, wistful. âI was dealing with a lot, theâŠperformance of it all, you know? Locker talk and beers with the boys and Captain Gerardâs idea of what men should be. Convincing myself that what I was feeling wasnât actually happening and forcing myself to act out what I thought it meant to be a man and all that macho bullshit. Find a girl, get married, have kids, and provide the way a man should. But I couldn't do it. And in the process of resenting myself for that, itâŠcost me some good friendships. Maybe a couple of potential relationships, too. But Evan? Heâs accepted himself with a gentleness that he deserves. That everyone deserves.â
Despite the music, some medley of cheesy pop songs surrounding them, Eddie felt as if his head had been submerged under water, a phantom clogging in his ears that had him shaking his head as they started to ring.
His chest felt tight, his palms starting to sweat.
âEddie? You okay?â a distant voice asked, worlds away from what he was pretty sure was the beginnings of a panicâ
A strong hand landed on his shoulder gently, and he glanced up, meeting a pair of bright blue familiar eyes.
His chest loosened.
His breathing steadied.
âYeah,â he murmured, slightly shaking fingers grasping Buckâs forearm. âYeah, yeah, Iâm fine. JustâŠthink Iâm still a bit dehydrated, thatâs all.â
He didnât need to know Buck like the back of his hand to read that he wasnât buying one word he had just said, but thankfully, Tommy provided a distraction.
âI believe you owe me a dance.â
Buckâs gaze flickered from Eddie to Tommy and back again before he let out a hesitant breath.
âI do.â
âWell, come on, Evan. Show me whatcha got.â
Buck glanced back to Eddie, almost as if seeking permission, which, nope, Eddie couldnât let himself think of the implications of that.
âGo on,â he urged, plastering a smirk onto his still too stiff face. âShow him those moves, Crockett.â
Buck nodded, something still swimming in his eyes, but allowed himself to be pulled away.
Eddie stared after them as they made their way onto the dancefloor, hand in hand, their fingers linked. That same jolt in his stomach made its appearance for the umpteenth time.
I kinda canât stop thinking about himâŠ
That was what Buck had said that night, happiness practically radiating from him.
It had struck Eddie because, honestly, he couldnât remember the last time his own thoughts were consumed by anyone who wasnât his son or bestâ
Best friend.
Because, yeah. There were times he couldnât stop thinking about Buckâmany, many times over the years if he was being honest with himself. From grenades in legs and earthquakes to tsunamis and lawsuits to shootings and lightning strikes to everything in between, Evan Buckley had firmly taken up space in his mindâa lot. And it wasnât just memories from the job, either.
There were drives to Chris and Carla introductions and Santa visits and skateboards and science projects and math homework and video games and movie marathons and breaking down doors and falling asleep on couches and poker nights and homemade meals and beers in kitchens andâ
Suddenly, as if she were standing right beside him, he recalled what Maddie had said in her vows to Chimney a few hours earlier.
My brother once asked me what love should be. If it should be when youâre at your worst, and theyâre at their worst, you have every reason to give up, and you still decide you wanna try again. I agreed with him then. And I agree with him even more now, because yeah, love is that and more, good and bad. Love is loving each other anywayâŠ
He understood why she had included that, considering everything she and Chim had gone through over the years, but Eddie found, in that moment, a little selfishly, that he hadnât been thinking about them. Instead, he thought about Buck and their relationship. How much they had gone through together since that first night in the back of the ambulance, and how he also agreed that, yeah, love should be that. Love should be choosing someone over and over again because you want to. Love should be seeing someone at their worst, and them at yours, and loving each other anyway.
But it hadn't occurred to him until just then that maybe not everyone thought about their best friends and their lives together during romantic wedding vows.
And that was before he had glanced up to find Buck already looking at him, from his place as Man of Honor at Maddieâs side, across from where he stood behind Hen at Chimâs. Eddieâs breath had died in his throat, unable to look away as Buckâs bright blue eyes locked on his while his sister talked about what true love meant, and how she had found her perfect partner in it.
You can have my back any day. Yeah, or you know, you could have mine.
He was startled back to the present as Buck let go of Tommyâs hand and whirled back around, clapping Eddie on the shoulder, leaning down, his breath ghosting over his ear in a way that had him suppressing a shiver.
âGo ask Marisol for a dance, Romeo.â
But I wanna dance with you.
The sudden thought had his breath hitching in his throat.
God knew they had danced like idiots only the night before during karaoke, but this was different. This was slow dancing at a formal event, in front of all of Buckâs family and friends.
I donât care. I wanna dance with him.
Frowning at whatever he saw on Eddieâs face, Buck nodded towards Marisol, who stood off to the side with Christopher, Denny, and Karen. He gave his shoulder one last squeeze, right where it met his neck, his thumb lightly brushing his skin, before following Tommy.
Eddie stilled, watching him go, and felt something heavy and unnameable sink in his chest.
âCan I have this dance?â
He was ashamed to admit that the sudden appearance of Marisol at his side had him startled, but he recovered.
âSure.â
They weaved their way in and out of the gathering couples. He clocked Bobby and Athena, Hen and Karen and, of course, Chim and Maddie as he passed, but he carefully kept his eyes from searching the room for anyone else.
Once they found a free spot, Eddie placed one hand over Marisolâs and clutched her waist with the other, leading slowly. He caught her eye for a brief, half-hearted smile before his gaze wandered aimlessly around the room.
The song was familiar, its melody soft, and its voice recognisable. Springsteen. A cover? It was definitely something he had heard in bars back in Texas, and could see Maddie and Chim singing together at karaoke.
đ” Now you can dance every dance with the guy who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight. And you can smile every smile for the man who held your hand beneath the pale moonlightâŠđ”
A pastel blur waved in front of him, almost directly opposite where he and Marisol were.
There he was.
His best friend.
Buck was swaying in Tommyâs arms, his hands resting on his shoulders, lips upturned in a small, private smile.
Eddieâs heart did a somersault in his chest.
đ” But donât forget, whoâs takinâ you home and in whose arms youâre gonna be. So darlinâ, save the last dance for meâŠÂ đ”
Blue eyes met brown from across the dancefloor.
The pink and purple lights cast Buck in a soft, warm hue, shadows washing across his face as the lyrics whirled around them.
đ” Oh, I know that the musicâs fine like sparklinâ wine, go and have your fun. Laugh and sing, but while weâre apart, donât give your heart to anyoneâŠÂ đ”
Eddie fought not to clench his hands, distantly aware of Marisol, but unable to look away from Buck, who was still staring at him from over Tommyâs shoulder, something he couldn't decipher etched across every inch of him.
đ” Baby, donât you know, I love you so, canât you feel it when we touch, I will never, never let you goâŠÂ đ”
He watched as Buck stumbled a little, their eye contact breaking abruptly as he hurried to apologize to Tommy. Eddie wanted to take that moment to look away, focus anywhere elseâon his date, ideallyâbut he couldnât. His gaze stayed glued to Buck, only half paying attention to his own movements, just enough to have some semblance of dancing, and just when he was going to forcibly drag his eyes awayâŠ
Buck looked back up.
Their eyes locked.
đ” You can dance, go and carry on, âtil the night is gone and itâs time to go. If he asks if youâre all alone, can he walk you home, you must tell him noâŠÂ đ”
Eddie felt his heart hammer in his chest, his throat go dry, a stinging welling behind his eyes.
đ” âCause donât forget whoâs takinâ you home and in whose arms youâre gonna be. Oh darlinâ, save the last dance for meâŠÂ đ”
Oh. Well, there's the answer to one terrifying question.
The same question, if he were being truly honest with himself, that had first echoed in the back of his mind as he lay bleeding out on the street. Or maybe even buried underground while running out of air.
The last few bars faded out as all of the air felt like it had been sucked out of the room, suspending them in time. All he could see was Buck. Evan Buckley, his best friend in the whole world, staring back at him as ifâŠas if heâŠ
ââddie?â
âHmm?â
His eyes snapped down to Marisol, who was gently tapping the back of his neck.
âYou with me?â
He swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding shakily.
âYeah, yeah, I-I'm with...uh, sorry, I think the hangover is goinâ for round two.â
He almost cringed at the lame excuse, but it was all his addled brain could come up with, distantly aware that the music had changed to something fast and upbeat and altogether young in a way that made him feel very, very old.
âIâŠuhâŠIâm gonna go get a drink. Hair of the dog and all that. You want one?â
Before she could respond, he turned on his heel and high-tailed it off the dancefloor.
Tomorrow isnât promised to anyone.
Eddie had told that to Chim once. And now, he was dancing at his wedding.
Gonna follow your own advice, Diaz?
Violently shaking his head, he tried to rid himself of his very, very, inconvenient and dangerous thoughts, dodging in and out of people, his chest heaving. He only made it halfway to the bar before he heard a familiar clacking of crutches, and suddenly, a small hand tugged at his.
âDad!â Christopher yelled over the music. âYou gotta see this. Dennyâs gonna do The Worm.â
Eddie froze in his tracks, snapping his eyes shut for a beat to calm himself before slowly turning to meet his son, hoping his face seemed normal.
Because the thing was, this didnât feel like a panic attack. Not really. When he took a second to think about it, he realized it was true. Yes, the racing heart was there, the sweating palms, and the spiralling thoughts, but the actual panic? The godawful, icy fear in his veins that he had felt when Ana had been mistaken for his wife? No. That was conspicuously absent. So he wasnât panicking. He wasnât freaking out at the sharp turn his brain had taken when thinking about Buck.
Because it wasnât sharp at all.
His heart had gotten there long ago. And had paved the way.
Be sure youâre following your heartâŠ
That was what Carla had said to him. Years ago now.
...shit. Has everyone seen it before me?
Because yeah. This was a revelation.
An epiphany.
The final puzzle piece slotting into place and showing him the full picture for the very first time.
The picture that they made. He and Christopher and Buck. Their little family of three. He and Buck, having each otherâs backs from almost day one, being partners in nearly every sense of the word, trying and sometimes failing together and loving each other anyway.
Except that last puzzle piece also told him that that love? Yeah. It was more than someone should feel for their best friend.
Shit.
âI didnât think people still did The Worm,â he forced out a reply, relieved when his voice came out relatively fine.
âIt was a very brief trend on TikTok,â Buck appeared beside them. âBrought it to a whole new generation. Chris showed him last week.â
Eddie took a breath, allowing his new, full, completed puzzle to settle into his chest, his heart, before narrowing his eyes at him.
âBut Christopher isnât allowed on TikTok.â
A blush rose to Buckâs cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck.
Eddieâs stomach swooped. By now he'd stopped counting.
âNo. But I am. And he may have been scrolling through my For You page. But I promise itâs all puppy videos and silly dances, Eds.â
He hummed at that as Chris let out another groan, impatiently tugging on his arm and nudging Buck forward.
âCome on, I donât wanna miss it!â
Resigned to their fate, the three of them made their way back out onto the dancefloor where a small crowd was gathering.
As they walked, Buck threw him a gentle, enigmatic smile that seemed to shift the air around them.
And EddieâŠ
New revelations and all, smiled back and followed him.
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a/n: jjk 236 spoilers, mentions of suicide from readerâs side, no comfort, cry. around 1.4k. tagging @jabamin @hyomagiri @saiki-enthusiast @arminsumi @shotorus @satohruu so yall can suffer w me
the first signs of grief manifests in you when thereâs a bright light that signifies gojoâs disperse of cursed energy, the familiar hollow purple that obliterates half the buildings around the two strongest sorcerers â one from the heian and the other one from our times. surely, your lover wouldnât do something as foolish as involving himself with the blast, but gojo satoru is always one to take risks.
when he took up the job of taking care of megumi and tsumiki at just eighteen years old and providing all the things they needed to fluorish. gojo is risky as he convinces a kid with a terrifying curse to make some friends and learn about cursed energy. he sometimes puts himself in danger when he takes up more missions he can shoulder just to show the higher-ups that he can kill them any time.
gojo satoru has the world of jujutsu in his hands; how his birth had changed the trajectory of the society, altered the balance of the world and nowâ
âsatoru!â you call out once the smoke clears and heâs still there, intact, smiling a sick smile like the many times youâve seen him done at megumi and after burning french toast. you brief a sigh of relief and the pounding of your heart calms down momentarily before sukuna emerges and heâs missing a hand and a leg and your heart pulls lower and lower seeing the kid you raised be such a ragdoll for sukunaâs entertainment. but there was always the hope to isolate the king of cursesâ soul and save megumi somehow. shoko and you had discussed it, you know it to be true, it has to be true, until thereâs a sharp noise that cuts through your ear drums.
itâs high-pitched, like a flash of light that shines in your eyes too abruptly and you have to cover them. but it blinds you as much as it deafens; an attack from god knows which end and you swear you hear the reaperâs scythe.
gojo thinks you look beautiful like this; hand on your cheek and head in your hand as you watch him and the melodic sounds of the knife hitting the cutting board. youâre so concerned about him cutting his hand again that youâve dragged your chair all the way into the kitchen to watch him closely, which was counterintuitive; the whole reason why he had bled in the first place was because he was looking at you so much.
he admires the way you curl into yourself on the beanbag in the apartment, a book on your lap on how to get to know your teenager better, hair falling over your eyes and the reading lamp not even helping that much in illuminating the words. gojo skims over your features and the way your chest breathes slowly, like everything good in the world. he hopes heâs able to get that with you in this life, for as long as he lives.
you feel it before you see it in the screens that the fight is broadcasted from â something is missing. a light has switched off, satoru has stolen the blanket at night and left you freezing again, seeing your favourite snack missing from the fridge. and you run. past the students youâve raised, past the bright blinding screens and into the battlefield, past the debris and each crunch of cement under your feet brings a fresh bout of tears to your eyes. the tokyo winter is cool, snow starting to slowly fall upon you and the saltiness on your face seem to crystallise and harden and youâre not even sure any more. thereâs a tingling feeling in your feet, in your finger tips and a pull of your heart. you know where gojo is before you see him.
âsâ satoruâŠâ you mumble, eyes welling up with more tears when his bottom half stays standing, baggy pants stained with red, red and more red and youâve never hated a colour like you do now. you hate it, you hate it, you hate it even when heâs proposed to you with a red velvet box and gotten you valentineâs day chocolates in that same darker red and there is just too much blood.
and then itâs like the hierarchy of grief doesnât matter any more. all those articles youâve read preparing yourself after gojoâs fated meeting with death at sixteen, and then after shibuya â you think you canât handle any more of the collecting and patching up and crying and headaches and holding a finger up to your chest and hoping youâd kill yourself with your own technique. the only time youâd accept the absence of the bright blue on his face is when he was sleeping and his chest moved with even breaths, not like this.
not like this.Â
âsatoruââ your voice cracks and you cannot even see. tears and tears and mucus and the fresh crunch of snow under your feet as you step closer to his severed body.
âbabyâŠâ he mumbles, barely above a whisper, hand twitching and reaching out in the direction of your voice because this is infinitely worse than getting stabbed in the neck by toji fushiguro, perhaps a little worse than seeing your best friend of your high school life get manipulated by a cursed user. satoru wants to demote all of that and say that seeing you stumble to your knees in front of him while you hyperventilate and sob hurts the most.Â
âd-donât move, âtoru, weâ weâre going to get you b-back, okay?â youâre playing with god now. âshoko!â the doctor stifles a sob at your cry, broken up by the feedback of the sound system. she knows youâre trying to defy god.
âi donât thinkââ the light is slowly dying. the worldâs light, the studentâs light, your dawn and dusk. âm-my love, everything isâŠâ
âsatoru, please, you need toâ!â they say the last sense to go is touch and hearing. you crouch to his face to see him react to your warmth, eyes moving an inch to where he thinks you were and puts all of his cursed energy into one hand just so he could hold your cheek. you, warm as always as the sun and everything good in the world, a new rush of warmth overtaking his hand when your tears flow over his battered, tired hands, the same hands that has drawn over his love time and time again over your body and you are a canvas made of gojo satoruâs endless, unconditional ardour.
âi-iâmâŠâ it fades out, his voice box is almost gone and you wail again and the snow from below wets your knees. his name is all that leaves your lips and you think if you canât play god, you can only beg, even if your religion is solely gojo satoru.
âno, no, no no nono, satoru, câmon, baby, stop it!â you scream in his face, words all mushed together when you feel the breath of life leave his chest, the blues die out in his eyes, âi love you, i love you, darling, i love youââ your lover barely manages to muster a small smile and you scramble all over his chest, clutching at the tattered black t-shirt and his hand that is starting to go cold and he has the energy to mutter out a stupid remark like gojo satoru always does.
âiâm sorry i got y-your favourite outfit stained with red, princessâŠâ satoru whispers and that breaks the dam fully. you sob and groan and cry and wail until your voice is hoarse and you cannot speak any more and gojo wants nothing but to full heal himself again just so he could stop your crying. perhaps hold your face in his hands and kiss your forehead and nose and lips and embrace you until you couldnât breathe. perhaps even to tell you he loved you more than anything and everything; more than poems and that foolish line he just had to say at the end and kikufuku and waking up next to you.
but in what world will gojo satoru ever get repose and a normal life? you hope for every other universe to have him be a preschool teacher, or maybe a florist, or even a superstar. but not in this one, no.
the hand that caressed your cheek is replenished again with cursed energy.
satoru gives you three squeezes.
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jerk.
because bakugou katsuki is a jerk but he's also unfortunately your soulmate.
a/n: wooooooohhhhh i love soulmate aus so much omg
pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader
part two.
Youâve known he was your soulmate from the first day at U.A.Â
When heâd bumped into you, steaming with anger in that way he regularly was and had spat at you; âmove it, extra, or iâll make youâ â and youâd known then because those were the words written across you hip since youâd turn five and it had manifested with your quirk.
Because that was how the world was. Nowadays, it was odd to find someone without a quirk and even harder to find someone without a soulmate and youâd grown up your whole life having those awful words written on your skin. Had grown up knowing that for whatever reason, the soulmate youâd been given didnât say warm, intimate words to you or even just simply generic words. Your friends had always had such nice sentences from their soulmates, with pretty words or a happy greeting.
And in yours youâd been called an extra.
Whatever the hell that meant.
Youâve never been excited to meet your soulmate. Not once. Not when you were five, or eight or twelve or when you started noticing people in a way you hadnât before, more romantically. Not when you started maturing and growing up. Those words glared at you every time you stared at them and you didnât want a single thing to do with your soulmate.
Not ever.
That is only doubled when you realize who your soulmate is. Maybe there was always a small part of you that hoped the words were misunderstood; youâd make scenarios up in your head about how those words could be teasing or even just a misunderstanding.Â
When theyâre spat at you by an intimidating blonde man that looks like thereâs actual steam pouring from his ears, with piercing red eyes that cut into you like youâd done some horrible thing to deserve his anger⊠you understand then that they werenât teasing and they arenât a misunderstanding. Theyâre cruel and theyâre mean and dismissive and hurtful and every horrible thing piled together by a man who is even worse beyond just his first words to you.
So you make it your goal that he never finds out youâre his soulmate in return.
You avoid him. Desperately. Youâre barely a person in his own head so it isnât all that hard to do. Even as the rest of the class grows closer and bonds, it seems Bakugou is just as content to ignore everyone else as you are to be ignored by him. Sure, some worm their way into his heart, like Kirishima or Midoriya and Shoto, but nobody else really seemed to matter. At least, you didnât. You had the same friends, you were in the same class, and eventually, you ended up sleeping in the same building.Â
You saw him everyday. You ate in the same kitchen and relaxed in the same living room. You trained in the same gym and overall, were consistently near each other. But you didnât speak to him and heâd never tried to speak to you after that first day. Months pass and it continues on this way and youâre sure he doesnât even know what your name is.
Or that you really even exist.
And youâre happy with that.
Content.
Because while the idea of a soulmate was romantic and heartwarming and something you dreamed about, him being your soulmate sounds horrible.
And it was best he just never even knew.
He was so focused on becoming number one, youâre not sure he even cares about finding his.Â
Which is fine. Works better for you in the end.
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âY/L/N and Bakugou. You two are teamed up for combat practice today.â
You freeze at Aizawa-senseiâs words, body tensing as your eyes instantly shoot towards Bakugou. Heâs already looking at you, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as he lets his eyes drag across you; itâs clear heâs assessing you. Maybe trying to remember your name or if heâs ever seen you before.
It wouldnât surprise you if he was.
Somehow, in all your months of being in the same class as Bakugou, youâve never once been partnered up with him for anything. You think once you may have been put in a group with him, but that was with several others so it'd been easy enough to avoid him.
One on one though? That was going to be harder.
Way harder.
âGood luck,â Mina calls from beside you, squeezing your shoulder before she moves to meet up with her partner; it looks like sheâd gotten Jirou. Lucky.Â
Watching everyone else disperse tells you that you canât just stand there like an idiot anymore. You take a deep breath, ignoring the nerves that course through you as you make your way over to Bakugou. As you make contact with him again, you realize heâs not moving; obviously he expects you to come to him.
Jerk.
When you reach him, the two of you just stare at each other and since youâre certainly not going to speak first, thereâs a moment of awkward silence before Bakugou grunts; âready?â
You nod and he isnât confused by your silence so the two of you walk off to an open area in the gym. He stands across from you, gives you a look and then is racing towards you. Youâre not sure why Aizawa-sensei teams you up with Bakugou because your quirks definitely donât mesh well together and itâs clear Bakugou is stronger, but youâre able to hold up well enough on your own.
You even manage to land a hit on Bakugou once that clearly surprises him and you take it as a win.
And a little payback for being such an ass.
Then, when the class is over and youâve promptly been knocked on your ass in return, youâre surprised to see a hand stretched out in front of you, invitingly. You blink, eyes drifting upwards only to meet Bakugouâs as he stares down at you. Heâs not smiling and he doesnât look all that friendly, but he nods his head in recognition.
âGood job.â
The words are such a shock your brain short circuits for a minute. Not only are the words the nicest thing youâve ever heard Bakugou say (which is saying a lot) but his voice wasnât gruff or aggressive like it normally isâit was⊠soft, almost? Maybe not soft but⊠normal. Just⊠calm.
Your heart is lurching at the sound before you even realize and then youâre pushing yourself up to your feet, basically smacking his hand out of the way and running out of the room without another word.
-
After that, Bakugou doesnât seem to leave you alone.
Heâs everywhere.
And not everywhere in the way he had been before. Heâs not there in passing or just across the room from you, heâs asking to train with you or deliberately making sure heâs the only one left for you to partner with. He seems to always be in the kitchen when you want to eat or in the living room when you want to vedge after a long day.
Heâs constantly there.
Not to mention, gone are his glares or looks of indifference. Heâs always looking at you, making sure you know he knows youâre there; even if the two of you are in class or with a group of classmates. He makes note of acknowledging you. The others seem to notice too because the girls start asking what you did to get Bakugouâs attention and you promptly tell them you have no idea.
Of course, they donât know Bakugouâs your soulmate so they donât really get the scope of your panic. And itâs not that you donât trust them, especially after all youâd been through as a class, but more because the less that knew, the less likely Bakugou was to know.
But now? Now it was getting hard to avoid him and it was even harder not to say something without it looking obvious why you werenât.
You were promptly fucked.
You are able to stall it for all of two weeks before youâre cornered by Bakugou.
âDo you think Iâm stupid?â
Your wide eyes fall on him, not only shocked by his presence but panicked by his words because there were few things a sentence like that could mean.Â
A quick glance around tells you thereâs no way to get past him without Bakugou being able to block him and since it had already been made clear that he was in fact stronger than you, you knew there was no escape. Everyone else was gone since youâd snuck out of training to grab a bite to eat and it seemed like Bakugou had snuck out the same to follow you.
So yeah, you were screwed.
Bakugou lets out a huff at your silence and he takes another step towards you, further crowding you and you swallow thickly when he steps into your personal space. You move to walk back but then your back is pressing against the wall of the kitchen and Bakugou is completely shrouding you, it's hard to look anywhere but at him.
âDo you think I donât know why you wonât speak to me?â
Inhaling sharply, you turn your head to the right, determined to avoid his steely red eyes that feel like theyâre piercing into your very soul. You focus on the handle to the cupboard to your right and try to ignore the growl he lets out in response.
He takes another step forward and suddenly heâs inches apart, close enough you can feel his breath drift across your skin, warm to the touch.
âIt wasnât hard to figure out after you ran from me that day when we were partnered up,â Bakugou continues. âEspecially when I started to realize youâve never talked to me. And then? Avoiding me for the last two weeks? Itâs not hard to figure out.â
You halt, freezing, waiting for the wordsâ
âYouâre my soulmate.â
You refuse to look at him. You wonât look at him.Â
Maybe if you just ignore him, heâll go away. Heâll just⊠leave. He doesnât like being ignored, that much youâve gathered and so if you just refuse toâ
Suddenly his hands are on your arms and his chest is against yours and heâs way too close. âHey,â he huffs, âlook at me.â
You donât listen. Even as you tense beneath his grip, you refuse to do anything, to give him any sort of reaction. If you give him a reaction, heâll get what he wants. And youâre not thinking straight. You need to just wait, wait until heâs bored and then you can thinkâfigure this out because surelyâ
âY/L/N,â he calls and youâre surprised he even knows your name, âlook at me. Hey. Iâm right, arenât I? Why else wouldn't you fucking looking at me.â You continue to remain silent and Bakugou lets out a low growl. âFucks sake. Iâm not leaving until you say something so you might as wellââ
ââIâm not saying anything to you because youâre a jerk!â
Well, that certainly couldâve gone better.
The words leave your lips before you even realize youâve said them. The second youâre done, your chest is heaving and you finally turn your head, eyes snapping to Bakugouâs, fearing his reaction at your rather blunt and rude words.
But, a second later, instead of being angry like youâd expected, Bakugou starts⊠laughing.
Youâre not sure youâve ever seen the boy laugh, certainly not that genuinely. His lips are parted and his eyes have squeezed shut and the laugh that leaves his lips is pure and genuine and loud and itâs so unlike anything youâve ever heard from him youâre stunned stupid as you stare back at him with your lips left parted, jaw slacked.
As his laughter fades, Bakugou meets your gaze.
âIâve been waiting to hear those words for years,â he starts, still smilingâactually smiling this time. Not a smirk. But an affectionate grin. âWasnât sure what I did to deserve those words, but it seems fitting.â
Blinking, once, twice, you sputter, snapped out of your stupor. âIâI⊠You jerk!â
âI think weâve established that already, babe.â
You barely even notice the nickname. If it wasnât for the way your heart races at the sound, youâre sure your stupefied mind wouldnât have caught it because seriously, what the hell?
âYou⊠this is exactly why I didnât want to say anything!â You cry out, not sure if youâre defending yourself for him or more for yourself. Why are you even defending yourself? And what against? âYouâre insufferable. And rude. And cocky. And a jerk.â
Bakugou just snorts. âWhat are your words?â He asks, smile fading slightly as his expression turns more serious; almost solemn. Regretful. âMustâve been bad if you had to avoid me.â
Youâre surprised by the guilt in his tone, but it gives you the confidence to answer. ââMove it, extra, or Iâll make youâ,â you mumble, fiddling with your hands. âYou said it the first day we started here at U.A.â
âShit,â Bakugou curses, running a hand through his hair. âSo youâve been avoiding me for months?â
Your eyes flick to his before lowering and that gives him his answer.
He shifts. âL-Listen⊠uh, sorry about⊠about cornering you like this.â
Blinking, you tilt your head up. Youâre shocked to see a red tinge to his cheeks.Â
âI just needed to know,â he finishes explaining. âAnd Iâm sorry about that shit I said to you. My soulmate doesnât deserve that crap but I canât take it back, so Iâll just make sure I make up for it.â
Youâre positive now that youâre hallucinating this whole thing.
âWhat?â
He blinks down at you at your screech before smirking.
âWell, I mean, as we get to know each other,â he says, like itâs obvious. âIâm shit with words but Iâll try for you. I'm good with showing though,â and he looks a little too pleased with himself.
But you can barely focus on the very blatant meaning of his words, you're still trying to catch up. âYouâŠâ and you hesitate, not sure if youâre hearing this correctly. âYou want to get to know me?â
And he looks at you like youâre dumb.
âDuh,â he shrugs, âyouâre my soulmate.â
âWhat about being number one?â
âWhat about it?â he argues, shaking his head. âThatâll still happen. You think I canât do that while also dating you?â
Your eyes widen; âdating?â
âYeah,â he says, again like youâre dumb. He takes a step towards you, once again closing the gap between you and his hands falling on your waist, pulling a gasp from your lips at the touch that causes him to smirk, as if proud. âYouâre my soulmate. Of course weâre going to date.â
âI barely know you!â
âThatâs why weâll get to know each other.â
You just stare up at him.
âYou really are insufferable,â is what you manage to say in the end, exasperated. Your shoulders fall and your body sags but you donât pull away from his touch and even if youâre not fully aware of it, youâre pretty sure you end up leaning into him.
âYouâll learn to love it,â he shrugs, still grinning. âNow, letâs go back to training. We need to work on your defense.â
Blinking, you turn to him as he shifts the both of you, guiding you forwards. âHey!â
âWhat,â he shrugs down at you. âItâs true. You were barely able to block my hits when we fought.â
You canât find the words to say so you simply let him lead you along, trying to ignore the way his hands make your skin tingle and your heart race. Or, really, the way that despite everything, you really donât mind.
If anything, you actually like it.
Fuckâhe really is a jerk.
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A LOYAL BUTLER
â„ warnings/notices: yandere, nsfw, smut, mentioned deaths, mentioned masturbation, obsession, afab! reader, forbidden love (?), fingering, cunnilings, overstimulating, forbidden relationship.
â„ yandere! butler x mistress! reader
â„ synopsis: with all men dead, you are the currently head of the family and by your side stand your loyal butler who helps you with a small problem.
â„ a/n: request by @taeee0902. based on a small chat we had a few weeks ago. I really love their idea of having a butler as a yandere for a mistress who canât catch a break from work, so she uses her beloved servant as a stress relief. this one is a little short since I got a some projects from college I need to do. SECOND PART HERE, GUYS!
â„ unlike the rest of the noble houses of the empire, the barony is lead by a woman, you. since your father, brothers and uncles death, you have become the head of the family in the middle of the night with the approval of the last member of the royal family, the empress. meaning that none could take over your place if they marry you, making you the only person able to rule over the barony along with the help of elliot, your personal butler.
â„ he has been on your side since the early days. a little bit older than you by a couple of years, elliot has been your butler and best friend for a long time, someone who you can trust with your secrets and to help around work when you are stressed out. his gloved hands caressing your hair when you can barely stay awake from working hours and hour without a break or when elliot lays you down the couch of the office to give you a nice and deserved rest.
â„ it a routine that you are still getting used to it. always working without taking a single break (how father managed to do that?), talking and talking with people who are boring (almost falling asleep during meetings) and your less favorite, being so lonely. being the head of the house means that you have no time to spend one with the family, at least with those who still alive, and they live so far away from the barony that makes you feel so alone most of the timeâŠbut you have elliot at your side, donât you? he wonât leave anytime soon, he promised that.
â„ most of the days is about you and elliot working together to fill the paperwork before night, itâs not easy as you expected, but its satisfying seeing how your hardwork later when the money arrives. and of course, you buy a few gifts for elliot to thank him for his help.
â„ sometimes are cufflinks that are made with the finest gems of the empire to match his eyes (that are only for you, my dear), expensive clothing that make many mistake him for a nobleman (he wishes to be the one to marry you) and a glass to help with his poor eyesight (he didnât imagine that you could even more gorgeous). you are perfect, none can be compared to you and those who even try to stand up at the same height as your should suffer.
â„ and when you stop working for the day, elliot makes sure to take care of you. massaging your shoulder after you finally get a time to rest, preparing the soft and tasty food to make up to your hard work and helping you taking off your dresses. his hand unbuttoning the back of vests, to reveal your collarbone (the one that he dreams to place many marks on it) and your lingerie.
â„ he only could imagine how beautiful you are behind those piece of clothing, the water of the bathtub made difficult to see you nudity as he washes you hair with the finest shampoo and hearing you humming a melody from an old fairy tale. elliot feels like he is the happiest man on earth by touching your body in a intimate way, but he wishes to be more close with you and feel your body under his. is this too much to ask for?
â„ once the bath is done for good, elliot helps you put some lightly vests to cover you from the cold night and then guide you to the office, after all, you still need to work with some paperwork, where he stays right by your side for a couple of minutes before his time to leave. he was ready to leave for the night, but you call his name from the desk and asked him to come closer.
â„ is there something you need from me, [name]? he has the right to call by first name when alone. elliot hoped to be a simple request, such a glass of water, but you surprised him. you asked him, your personal butler, to have a sexual relationship with him. a casual thing, you told him that you need to let the stress out somehow.
â„ elliotâs mind told him to refuse the request, itâs not right to a noble woman and her butler to be in an intimate relationship, itâs forbidden! but his heart told him otherwise, saying itâs his only chance to be closer to you as he always dreamed of and that he could stop touching himself while thinking of you at nightâŠhe accepted your offer.
â„ the following day went smoothly to the servants of the household, after all, you looked so much better after days and days of stressing over working! but where is elliot? the butler was supposed to be serving you all the time, but no one can find him anywhereâŠmaybe if they look under your desk they would find him.
â„ his fingers is hitting places you couldnât never. teasing and touching every inch of your spongy walls, making you almost unable to hold back the moans that are desperate trying to get out. elliot has zero experience in touching a woman, but that doesnât mean he isnât a faster leaner, managing to find the best areas of your inside to result in your body squirt under his touch. letting your fluids hit his lips and glasses, making him feel so powerful for being the responsible one to do it.
â„ eyes rolling back and trembling your whole body when elliot goes further with his tongue inside you. tasting how sweet and admiring how wet you can get by a merely teasing of his part, have you dream of this? how long have you been waiting for this to happen? he is going to ask it later, but now, he will be the responsible one to make you come by his tongue alone, elliot wants to drink til the last drop.
â„ his pleasure is ignored, completely obsessing over yours. elliot has his main goal to make you come by him and to hear the sweet sounds coming out of your lips, he adores it so much! itâs seem like time stops when you orgasm over and over til you canât talk nor move your legsâŠand he isnât stopping.
â„ elliotâŠt-too much, please stop. he doesnât hear your words, his tongue continues to move inside and fingers are holding your thighs away to give him a better view of your pretty pussy, admiring it once again, then he continues with his work to make you feel good, unaware that youâve reach your limit.
â„ luckily, you managed to push him away and elliot finally notice of your currently state. if someone say you right now, they wonât believe that you are noble lady, not with a commoner between your legs, with an expression from those erotic novels that many read in secret. it would be a such problem if anyone catch him this way.
â„ I-Iâm exhausted⊠you are tired, of course you are, who wouldnât be after a series of orgasm? but not elliot. he stares at you with his eyes begging for more, not even caring about his pants being ruined by his cum. tonight he is going to focus on you alone. you w-want more? he nodded, already teasing your clit again and whispering how much he loves you, his finger tapping your skin and fluids. well, since you asked it so nicely, elliot. you can continue it as long im working, okay?
â„ the smile on his face only grew before he went back to his place between your thighs, already feeling like he is the luckiest man in earth.
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A one shot where Bucky doesnât like the reader and makes her life at the compound a little rough? Like enemies (maybe to lover or friends?) and she is like the sunshine personality đ„șđ„șđ„ș
I live for this shit This type of angst where he's mean and finds her annoying even though she's a sweetheart, ugh, yes. YES.
Bucky groaned, trying to ignore the shooting pain that seared in his abdomen, clutching an old t-shirt to stop the bleeding from the stab wound he'd received during his latest mission.
"You good there, terminator?" Sam cocked an eyebrow watching Bucky unconvincingly nod, grunting a half assed yes before squeezing his eyes shut and flopping back on the seat.
"You're gonna need stiches" Steve snorted, shaking his head at his stubborn friend.
"I'm fine" Bucky gritted out, preferring to bleed out on the jet instead of going to the med bay where he'd be surrounded by doctors and needles and if he was really unlucky, you.
"Seriously? That's the second shirt you've bled through, I don't think the serum's gonna cut it, punk" Steve sighed, knowing how Bucky felt about getting medical care but it wasn't like he had a choice. As soon as the jet landed, Bucky was shoved in the direction of the medical wing, pouting and grumpy as he limped with Steve supporting him. Bucky frowned when Steve pushed him to lay down on the examination table, grumbling and wincing under his breath.
"You stay here. I'm gonna finish writing up our reports, don't go sneaking off" Steve chuckled, giving his friend's shoulder a squeeze before leaving. The soldier stared up at the florescent lights, his eyes anxiously darting about the room, hoping and praying that at the very least he wouldn't have to deal with-
"Good afternoon Bucky!"
For fucks sake.
Bucky groaned at the chirpy voice that piped up from the door, his brows knotted together from frustration.
He hated it. You'd ask about his day as if he wasn't there go get sewn up. You'd talk to him like you'd known him for years, almost oblivious to the fact that he was a former brain washed assassin. Every time he saw you, you were so giggly and pretty and bouncy and cute and happy and it irked his soul because it was to the point it was unnecessary. I mean you were just so kind and sweet to everyone as if everyone deserved such amazingness from such a wonderful person, okay that's enough Bucky.
The world wasn't fucking sunshine and rainbows and he had no idea why you acted like it was.
"Steve said you needed a few stitches so-
"Where's Dr. Cho" Bucky cut you off, hoping anyone else would help him so he could get on with his day, willing to take the needle and thread himself instead of having you do it while talking his ear off.
"Oh, she's with another patient right now but it's fine, I promise I'll get you out of here soon, do you mind if I remove your vest-
"Yeah, I got it" Bucky huffed, wincing to get his gear off but you stopped him, urging him to stay down.
"No, it's okay, I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it, I'll cut it off, don't worry"
Bucky nodded, lying back down while you grabbed a tray with medical supplied, carefully cutting around the blood soaked material and discarding it. You cleaned the area, mumbling apologies incase the alcohol caused any pain, moving on to closing the cut.
"I heard about the mission you all went on. I can't even imagine going through all that, it sounded terrifying. You're very brave Sargent" You smiled, tossing your gloves aside after patching Bucky up. Bucky grunted as he hopped off the table without a word, ready to whack Steve on the head for telling you of all people he needed help.
"If you need anything else, let me know! Just get some rest for a few days, it'll heal soon-
"I know" Bucky walked out of the room without looking back, his shoulders relaxing when he was far away from he med wing. There was truly no reason for him to be this annoyed but he was tired, in pain and he knew for a fact there would be a pile of papers for him to fill out in the conference room.
You didn't take Bucky's grumpy attitude to heart, understanding the stress that came with going on missions, getting injured every time coupled with the fact that he was probably still healing from his own past. You put away the supplies before taking a coffee break, running into a very excited Tony along the way.
"Hey cupcake, just who I was looking for, do you like chocolate or vanilla"
"Tony, I told you, you don't have to-
"That doesn't answer the question. Pick one or the other or both or another flavor, all the flavours, but give me something"
You giggled at the way he looked at you expectantly, sighing seeing as he wouldn't let up until you answered.
"I'm not picky, you know I'd love anything. Get something everyone would like, seriously, I don't even need all this, I'm just the nurse-
"Stop that right now, there's no one else like you" Tony huffed, planting a quick kiss your head before texting his caterers about everything he wanted, ensuring everything was perfect, especially when it came to you.
-
You woke up to the sun streaming through the curtains, stretching before getting out of bed and padding over to the bathroom to go through your morning routine. You had the day off, throwing on your joggers instead of your typical scrubs and making your way down to the kitchen, grabbing ingredients for baking.
You hummed, scooping out spoons of cookie batter, plopping it onto the tray and throwing it into the oven, cleaning up the area in between, waiting for the oven timer to go off. You set the chocolate chip cookies onto a tray, piping the last bit of icing onto the top and sweeping away the smidges of frosting that got onto the counter.
Bucky blinked at the smell of baking, making his way to the kitchen for some water after a run. He groaned, nearly walking right back out when he saw you singing to yourself, arranging cookies in a circle, each one decorated for a different person in the tower.
"Good morning Bucky" You smiled while he mumbled, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, "I-I made made cookies for everyone, did you want one?" You asked hopefully, looking at the little dog tags you'd piped on the cookie you made for him while he shrugged in response.
"Why do you keep trying so hard, do you not have any friends?" Bucky scoffed, ignoring the fresh plate of cookies that sat on the counter, not caring that your face had fallen. He wanted to strike a nerve, feeling a sick satisfaction at the way you silenced yourself, giving him the peace and quiet he wanted.
"S-sorry, I just thought-
"You thought what?" Buck cocked an eyebrow, the tick in his jaw making your stomach churn.
"Nothing, sorry" You mumbled, turning back to continue cleaning while he chugged the rest of the bottle. "I've just leave them here if you want one later on-
"No, I don't want one now and I don't think I'll want one later either" Bucky glared at you, tired of you always trying to do things for others as if anyone asked.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't-" you bit your lip hard to keep from crying, not wanting to annoy Bucky more.
"Why do you always act like everything great? Like we don't come back from almost dying, risking our lives while you go about like the world is perfect"
"I just-I didn't mean-
"You didn't mean what, to be annoying? Did anyone even ask for this?" Bucky nodded to the cookies while you shook your head, feeling ridiculous and embarrassed, not realizing others also probably found you annoying.
"I-it was my birthday, I thought-" you sniffled, choking back a whimper, "I wanted to do something nice - never mind" You bit your lip to keep from breaking down, blinking back tears as you scurried off to your room, without looking back.
The initial satisfaction Bucky was short lived as he stood in the now empty kitchen, tossing the bottle aside. The plate caught his eye once more as he walked by, reluctantly stopping to look at each one, your skilled hands decorating each one with clean details. He instantly spotting the one you made for him which had been dusted with silver just like his tags; he had no idea how you managed to get his name and number piped to precisely.
Not that it mattered.
Bucky continued to make his way to the gym, feeling a little bad that he made you cry but he figured you'd get over soon enough, after all that seemed to be your strong suit, you were always happy and smiling anyway.
-
"You're coming tonight, right?" Steve dropped the weights he was curling while Bucky frowned, unsure of what the captain was referring to.
"Why, what's tonight" Bucky grunted, still in the middle of his set.
"Seriously, Tony told us like a month ago"
"Yeah, fine" Bucky huffed, not really caring what it was about, knowing he'd be dragged to go regardless. He finished the rest of his workout, retreating back to his room to shower. He flopped onto his bed after, grabbing a book from his bedside table seeing as there was still plenty of time till he had to get ready.
The book had been a Christmas present from you and as much as he hated to admit it, it was perfect and one of his favorites. He tried to focus on the words, feeling bad again thinking about how your face had fallen earlier when all you did was offer him a cookie.
Maybe he went a little overboard with his reaction...
Bucky shook the guilt he felt, hoping that you'd be running around somewhere getting ready for whatever tonight was.
-
"Where's y/n" Sam looked around the room seeing everyone else present but you, the night in full swing seeing as Tony had gone all out as usual "I swear she said she'd be here, this is literally her birthday party"
"I didn't see her" Nat frowned, putting down the drink she was sipping on, scanning the room again, "Now that I think about it, I haven't seen her all day"
Bucky felt a deep pang in his chest when he realized the party was for you, his stomach twisting in knots.
"Where's our birthday girl" Steve asked as he joined the others, the guilt making Bucky feel even more sick. He ran a hand over his face while the others continued to wonder where you were. "I hope she isn't working, she deserves a day off, she already worked over time for 3 months straight when we were running back to back missions"
Bucky remembered that.
They'd all been sent out on missions spread across different months and you'd been the one on call to patch them up the entire time. You hadn't complained once even through you were thoroughly sleep deprived. At the time Bucky was annoyed you were in such an upbeat mood when they were all scraping by but you had been struggling yourself.
"I fucked up" Bucky groaned, feeling awful for how he'd treated you in the morning and for how he'd been acting towards you in general.
"Why, what did you do" Steve's face twisted in confusion while Bucky's face reddened in embarrassment. Steve was aware Bucky complained about you but he figured it was because his bestfriend got flustered around the pretty nurse, he'd seen Bucky get tongue tied plenty of times whenever you walked by.
"You were a grumpy asshole to y/n, weren't you" Sam frowned seeing Bucky's guilty face. The soldier didn't say another word, leaving the group to find you instead, debating on getting Steve to clock him in the jaw first. Bucky ran to the elevator, pushing the button to your floor, hoping he'd see you making your way down, only to find the hallway empty. His heart broke hearing the soft sniffles coming from your room, the door closed. He gently knocked on the door, your cries quieting down as if you'd silenced yourself to pretend you were asleep instead of opening the door.
"Y/n?" Bucky called for you only to be met with more silence, "Can-can you please open the door?" His heart started to beat faster when he head your footsteps approaching the door, clicking the lock open; you were still in your joggers from earlier, your face puffy from crying.
All because of him.
"Sorry, I fell asleep" you lied, keeping your face trained on your feet, worried Bucky had come to yell at you about the party Tony had thrown for you, "and I'm sorry about the party, you didn't have to go if you didn't want to, I promise I didn't tell Tony you had to come, I know you don' like me-
"No, no baby no, stop" Bucky hushed you, his heart breaking when your voice cracked, rambling out apologies. His body moved on its own, wrapping his arms around you while you started to cry again, rocking you while holding you to his chest. "Please don't cry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, you have nothing to apologize for doll, nothing at all"
Bucky held you tightly while your body shook, feeling sick with himself for how he'd been treating you. You'd never been anything short of sweet and he'd made a point of always letting you know he couldn't care less. He lifted you in his arms, walking over to your bed, sitting down with you in his lap, ready to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness.
"I didn't mean to be so annoying" You shrugged, fidgeting with your fingers, the light that always made your eyes twinkle dimmed from Bucky's words.
"Y/n, please, no" Bucky whispered, pleading with you to stop. "Don't doll. It was never ever you, please let me apologize. I've been awful to you, you've done nothing wrong. You've always been an angel, sweets, it's me whose been an annoying asshole. I don't deserve your kindness but that's never stopped you from giving it to me when I least deserved it"
"You deserve kindness Bucky" you gave him a small smile, one that didn't meet your eyes and Bucky felt his eyes sting. Even when he was the one in the wrong, you were still comforting him with your sweetness.
"Y/n, I don't know anyone that deserves the sort of kindness you give. I don't know anyone that would deserve someone as wonderful as you. You're a light for everyone when its dark. I was a fuckin' idiot for everything I've ever said to you. That isn't an excuse for how I've been treating you doll, I know that. It's just- I've been awful to you and you've never done anything wrong. I'm truly sorry sweets"
"Its okay Bucky" You whispered, reaching up to wipe the tear that streaked down his face, your cheeks heating up when you realized you were still in his lap, "S-sorry, I didn't realize-
Bucky shook his head, holding you securely in his lap, not wanting to let you go.
"You have nothing to apologize for, pretty girl" Bucky shrugged, loosening his hold in case you wanted to get off but your doe eyes darted around instead, settling further in his lap. "You really are like sunshine"
"You're very charming, Sargent" you smiled bashfully while Bucky chuckled, his heart beating erratically in his chest when your hands came up to toy with the tags that hung around his neck.
"Would it-would it be if I kissed you?" He whispered shyly, blushing when you nodded, pressing his soft lips to yours. Bucky took his time kissing you, pouring every ounce of his feelings with soft touches, holding onto you like porcelain.
"Everyone's waiting for you sweets" Bucky gave you a gentle squeeze, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, hoping that you'd still want to go to your own party. "Would you like to go downstairs?"
You slinked off Bucky's lap to get ready, the soldier watching you with heart eyes the entire time you did your hair and makeup. He knew he had a lot to make up for, starting with the fact that he'd never hurt you again. He was still upset with himself for ever hurting you in the first place but he was ready to protect your innocent heart for the rest of his life. His breath hitched in his throat when you finished applying the last of your gloss, blushing when you slipped your hand into his so he could lead you down.
"Theres our cupcake!" Tony grinned when he saw you approaching, the rest of the team cheering making you giggle. Steve smirked seeing Bucky follow closely behind you in protective mode, keeping his hand around your waist. He spent the entire time, doting on you, following you like a lost puppy.
By the end of the night, he had you in his lap again, shamelessly looking at you with heart eyes while the rest of the team watched curiously, his sole focus on you.
"Happy birthday sweet girl" Bucky whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek while you nuzzled into him with a shy smile, "My little sunshine"
-
Now imagine Bucky doesn't quickly get over the fact that he was a dick. Sure you forgave him because you're an absolute sweetheart but Bucky can't even deal with the way he'd acted, especially when he had a crush on you the entire time and just refused to acknowledge it, acting like a cunt instead.
He's the most lovestuck boyfriend to ever exist. Your office is always full of fresh flowers. He's a clingy little puppy, outside of the medwing until your done, always finding excuses to sneak in and see you. You had to tell him a papercut wasn't a good enough reason for him to request your services.
Neither was a stubbed toe.
The time he nicked himself while shaving was the worst because he was pouty until you kissed him better.
He slips his dog tags around you, his possessive/jealous side occasionally sneaking out.
He doesn't even hide the fact that he's a simp for you, knowing he's the luckiest person on the planet to get the sweetest person in the world. He shows your off like no tomorrow, proud of the angel he gets to call his.
He absolutely loved his sunshine.
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What if Danny went to school with Damian? Iâm just imagining them going feral together after a little while, because you know that Danny picks up on Damianâs liminal vibes.
I mostly just want Damien to bring Danny home, and for Bruce to do the headcount thing that Mr. Weasley needed to do in Harry Potter. Just like âI couldâve sworn I didnât have this many this morningâ
Damian made a friend.
It shouldn't be as big a deal as his brothers were making it out to be but even he knew that he didn't have the best track record on friendships. It was hard to get along great with the kids in his school.
A lot of them were too carefree, to be unburdened by the things he saw and did on a battlefield and he couldn't stand how loud and messy they all were.
Damian preferred to sit by himself with some headphones in and draw whenever he could get the chance. According to the other children that made him an "emo loser" and a lot of them took great joy in flinging insults and taunts at him.
He never even spoken to them but for some reason, the general populace of Gotham Acadamy deemed him a great target for their scorn. Sometimes Damian wondered if he deserved their taunts, flung paper and spitballs.
If his time in the Leauge of Shadows truly made him broken and wrong as his classmates claimed.
It wasn't like Damian couldn't defend himself. He could have all of them begging for mercy within a minute but to do so would put at risk his Robin identity.
Which then would put his family at risk. Damian would never allow those under his protection to be harmed. So even if it hurt his dignity he allowed some of the more physical bullies to get a few hits in and ducked his head when he walked through the hallways.
His other classmates saw, but no one chose to speak up for Damian Wayne otherwise known as Bruce Wayne's accident on travel and dirty secret. He was the freak. The weirdo. They knew that if they got involved, even if they didn't agree with it, then they would be targeted.
He never expected anyone to step in whenever his bullies found him.
But then again, he came to learn that Daniel Fenton wasn't just anyone. His friend had a heart of gold with a righteous rage that was hardly contained in his smaller body.
It had been three days since Daniel had been transferred to Gotham Acadamy, during their free period. The youngest Wayne had been minding his own business, eating the vegetarian meal prepared by Alfred and drawing a little in his sketchbook when he was surrounded.
Damian had been pushed up against a wall by the meaty hands of the snickering soccer team. They were gripping his shirt collar and Damian had been preparing for a punch in the face when Daniel had appeared out of nowhere.
"Hands!" Danny had shouted pointing at Derek, the captain of the team with a scowl. He was the one who was going to beat Damian up while his friends held Wayne in place. "That's a penalty kick buddy!"
And then Danny kicked Eric- a teenager who was at least a head taller than him- right between the legs. Danny threw his whole body weight into that kick and the captain proved it by choking out a wheeze and falling to the ground.
Before his friends could react, Danny was upon them swinging his lunch tray like a battering ram.
Needless to say, the rest of the soccer team was not impressed, especially the goalie. They abandoned Damian to fight against Danny, who well seemed like he knew his way in a fight, was nowhere near Damian's level of training.
Good instincts but he lacked a solid foundation.
Danny was able to fight off the seven members of the soccer team (the rest didn't really hang out with them during breaks) but he had a lot of wounds as a result.
"Run dude!" Danny had shouted at him, putting himself between the team and Damian. His lip had been busted, he had a black eye and a nosebleed but Danny didn't seem to care. "I'll hold them off!"
Damian was ashamed to admit that he just stood there in shock at the new transfer's behavior. Daniel....was attempting to rescue him. Why?
He hadn't even known Daniel at the time.
The teachers arrived then, dragging everyone to the principal office where Damian was accused of starting the fight and Danny was threatened with being expelled only three days into his move. The soccer team had been smug, while the principal who Damian believed disliked him for his Middle Eastern Blood, seemed to jump at the fact he could smear Damian's name.
Daniel was on scholarship which did not help his chances at all in a school that had legacies.
His father had been away on a mission, so the school had been forced to phone Richard instead. When his brother arrived the soccer team's parents had been throwing a fit about all the hits Daniel had gotten in.
"Mr. Wayne shouldn't have agitated them and Mr. Fenton jumped in unprovoked. ," The Principal said staring Richard down when his brother had loudly demanded to know what happened.
"But he didn't" Daniel cut in. His guardians hadn't arrived yet and had remained mostly silent by the way. The group of parents and teenagers turn to him. "They were the ones to attack Wayne. I hit them unprovoked though. That part is true. They didn't do anything to me, but I can't stand cowards that attack in groups."
"I guess you have proof of this?" Mrs. Skeel sneered. She was Eric's mother and often brides her son out of problems.
"I have a body cam," Daniel reveals pulling out a miniature camera from his tie. He smiles at the dumbfounded stares his actions cause."Recorded the whole thing."
"Can I see the footage?" Richard requested, which Daniel easily handed over. They played it on the Principal's computer and there the camera shows Daniel sitting in the tree that Damian had chosen to sit under. The video captures Daniel watching him up until the soccer team arrives, and their innocence is proven.
Daniel didn't seem to care that he made enemies with almost everyone in that room as Richard quickly took control of the meeting with the evidence. Damian thinks he may not have to worry too much now that the staff were aware that Waynes would and could cut their funding.
Not only that, but the parents were also weary of angering Father. None of this meant that Daniel was safe so Damian took it upon himself to never let the new student be alone for too long.
As a means to protect him.
It wasn't until he realized two months later that school had gone for a dull meaningless pass time to laughter and enjoyment because of Daniel. They walked to class, they shared notes, they passed notes, they watched videos, Daniel chattered about everything and anything and they sent each other funny memes.
Daniel was vastly different from Damian but it didn't seem to bother him. If anything their differences were what made them so close. Daniel claimed that his two best friends back in his old school were vastly different in interest and personalities too.
He had made a friend.
Daniel was his friend.
A friend who didn't seem to mind when he would go quiet to draw or medicate. A friend who didn't need an explanation or justification for his eating habits. A friend he was able to vent about his troubles to and lend an ear to when Daniel faced his own woes.
A person who laughed at all his dark jokes, regardless of how much death was in them. Someone who seemed almost as... what did Todd call him? Feral? as Damian was.
Damian had chosen to invite Daniel to a sleepover. His very first ever sleepover with people from school- Jon held the crown for being the first friend to have a sleepover with him- and he has been ever so excited.
It's childish for someone of his age to show such anticipation for something so small but he couldn't help himself. Something about Daniel was captivating. Almost otherworldly so.
There was something about him that made all of Damian sense buzz but not in a bad way. He isn't sure what it is, but he is getting tired of Drake's and Richard's knowing smirks.
He detested being left out of the loop.
The doorbell rings. Todd makes the motion to stand up, which would be a disaster. He does not want Daniel- a person who swears in old classic book titles to meet his one brother who adores said books and reads them for fun.
Damian flings himself over the couch, using Todd as board. He ignores the shout of rage that his action causes and the hollaring laughter of the rest of Father's brood.
He clears the door before any of the other Wayne members and breaks out into a run. Just in case any of them got the idea of trying to meet Daniel before Damian can control the situation in which it happenes.
Also, he wanted to see Daniel. Spring break felt like an eternity now that he couldn't see his friend every day. He would like to have met up with him since the break started but Daniel's guardian had planned a trip and they only just returned.
He had yet to meet Daniel's uncle but heard a lot of Mr.Clockwork from the teenager. Damian was still unsure if he liked the man. He seemed far too aloof when it came to Daniel.
"Geez Dami, relax! Your boy toy isn't going anywhere!" Brown cackles
"Give him a big smooch!" Drake adds, his laughter echoing Brown's
I will deal with them later. Damian swears, fixing his hair from where it had fallen out during his run. He checks his reflection in the mirror by the doorway. He wants to look good for his first ever school friend's sleepover.
Damian had picked his best outfit, wearing his favorite jeans and black button-down. He accessorized with silver rings and chains, grateful Jon had been willing to facetime to give him the modern teenager stamp approval.
Once he is satisfied that his appearance is at its utmost best, he opens the door.
"Hi, Dami!" Daniel chirps. He is wearing a faded pair of jeans and a white shirt with a red dot in the middle. It's nowhere near Damian's stylish and well-put-together often, and yet he looks as beautiful as a grace nymph outside the school uniform.
Damian mind goes blank for only a second before he nods. "Daniel.Welcome. This is Wayne Manor. I live here for I am a Wayne."
For I am a Wayne!? Damian thinks to himself in horror unsure why those words hand tumbled out of his mouth. A wave of shame washes over him as Daniel curiously looks around with that pleased little half smile on his lips.
Daniel is always half smiling as if he heard a joke only he was privy to.
"This place is cool!" Daniels says spinning around to face him and missing Father stumbling out of the living room. Damian is unsure why the man had return so soon, as he thought Batman would be off-world for another week at the least with Flash.
His father looked dead on his feet, eyes half open as he walked up to Daniel and yanked him into a hug!?
"Oh," Daniel says pressed up to Father's chest. "Hello?"
"Hi, son." Father mutters. He squints down at his friend with bloodshot eyes. " Did you get smaller Timmy?"
"Father!" Damian shouts outraged while the rest of his so-called siblings come spilling out of the other sitting room.
"Bruce!" Drake shouts a wide grin on his face. "I'm over here."
"Wha-? Then who is this?" Father blinks slowly, one eye closing before the other, as he tilts his head. He has yet to realese Daniel, though his part his friend seems content with the embrace seeing as he had returned the gesture. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.....ten? Do I have ten children?"
"You only have nine" Thomas calls out helpfully. Father nods, then counts again, pointing one finger at the people in the room
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine" He looks down pointing at Daniel. "Ten. Why are there ten of you?"
"That's a son-in-law, old man"
"No. I could have sworn none of my children are married......Dick you're not married are you?"
"Not yet B."
"Jason?"
"Trying to find a finger to put a ring on it Old man."
"Cassandra?"
"No thank you."
"Tim?"
"Ew."
Daniel giggled at Drake's response and Damian felt the sudden urge to bury a knife in Drake's side.
"Steph?"
"Nah."
"Duke?"
"I'm too young B."
"Cullen?"
"I can't even get a date, Bruce"
"Harper?"
"Inability to get dates run in the Row family tree."
Father nodded then. "Good none of my children-"
"What about Dami?" Daniel asks with a wide grin. Both his friend and Father turn to stare at him. Damian suddenly feels himself sweating through his shirt.
"Damian? You aren't married?
"Of course not!" He denies it loudly and faces an unconformable red. Daniel cackles like the devil he is.
Father meanwhile continues to hug Daniel while muttering. "Then where did ten come from? Alfred? Why are there ten children in my house?"
"Master Bruce if you do not let that young man go and go see Dr.Thompkins for that concussion I swear, heads will roll!"
Damian is grateful that once again Alfred seems to be the only one with a brain in this manner.
"I like it here," Daniel proclaims watching the butler drag away his confused father. Damian is utterly unprepared for the look that his friend shoots him from under his eyelashes, and he almost trips over his own two feet as he says. "Show me to your room?"
"I...of course! This way! I live here!" Curses his voice cracked. It ended in a squeak! He, Damian Wayne son of the Bat and Demon, made a fool of himself by squeaking!
"This is better than a daytime tv sitcom." Row- the male one- snickers from the stairway and Damian flips him off as he passes by with Daniel.
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âslut!â | tom blyth
summary: in a word full of boys, tom is a gentleman.
an: takes place before filming billy the kid
warnings: mean names hence the title also if you care, reader is the same age as tom lol
âso keep your boyfriends hidden because y/n is newly single!â
âhow many boyfriends has she had in the last four years?â
âclearly sheâs the problem if she canât keep a boyfriend.â
you heard it all. the names people called you, the headlines, news reports. it was always the same. people would rather shame you for your love life than be quiet. in the past you did joke that you went on many dates, clearly the media didnât care if you were joking or not.
your manager had even banned you from looking at the really negative comments on your phone. twitter was having a field day with your love life.
âslut!â was the phrase often directed towards you. while your loyal fans defend you, you could still see all the hurtful things people said about you.
âdo you want to cancel tomorrowâs interview?â lisa, your manager, asked one day. you hadnât answered your phone at all and she was concerned so she drove to your new york apartment and let herself in with the spare key she had. she had found you in the darkness of your room curled up with your plethora of blankets.
âcancel everything. i just want to rest for a while.â you managed to say. lisa was like your second mom. she cared about you more than anything.
âwe can do that.â lisa assured.
âlisa?â you turned to face her.
âyes?â
âthanks for checking on me.â
âalways.â
after that conversation, lisa made some calls and any movie or tv show deal you had were quickly cancelled. over the next few days, the media found out that you pulled out of many movies from big franchises like marvel and star wars. it was always a dream of yours to be in anything marvel or star wars related, but for now, those projects had to continue without you.
many friends and colleagues reached out to you, but all you could do was send a simple âthank youâ and be done with it.
days passed and you were still in your apartment. you didnât mind being alone, you liked it better that way. sometimes lisa or your parents would drop by or even your upstairs neighbor, mrs. davis, a nice old lady who knew that your favorite cupcakes were red velvet so she made you some to cheer you up.
it was a tuesday afternoon when you heard someone cursing multiple out in the hallway. you figured someone got locked out so you ignored it. pretty much everyone in the entire building got locked out at least once. you were ignoring the cursing as you continued reading your book and ate your red velvet cupcake that your kind neighbor had made you. a few seconds later, you heard a knock on your door.
âno.â you groaned as you stood up to answer the door. you opened it to find tom. you had only known him because you had a mutual friend so you were surprised to see him at your door.
âhi,â he spoke. âi called and texted . . a lot. i just wanted to see how you were.â
âiâm alive as you can see.â you said.
âi know youâve been asked this question a lot lately but are you okay?â
thatâs when you broke down. you couldnât keep it together in front of tom, but he didnât mind comforting you. somehow he knew exactly what you needed to hear.
he would often come over to keep you company when lisa or your parents couldnât. he understood you didnât want to step foot outside so he didnât force you. instead, you two would go up to the terrace of your apartment building and hang out. tom would bring lunch or dinner depending on the time that he decided to visit. during that time, you two would talk about whatever would come to mind. tom did his best to avoid talking about work, but you always asked how his filming was going or if he had auditioned for anything new.
âi got the part,â he admitted. âiâm playing billy the kid.â he smiled brightly.
âIâm so happy for you, tom! you deserve it!â you hugged him.
âitâll be announced next week. youâre the first to know, well apart from my manager.â he chuckled.
âyou deserve that and more.â you smiled.
âyou do too. other people should see that,â tom said. âyouâre so talented and amazing and everything about you is so. . . incredible. i wish people see you the way i do.â
you were speechless.
âare you okay?â tom asked when he noticed you were quiet.
fuck. fuck. fuck FUCK he thought to himself
âyou mean it?â you managed to say. you could feel yourself start to blush.
âevery bit and more. i enjoy being with you and if i could be with you for the rest of my life then i would die a happy man.â
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strange love- e.m
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
Summary: eddie has a date, with someone who isnât you. youâre less than thrilled about it
Warnings: ANGST, jealousy, unrequited love, eddie being clueless, cursing, mentions of vomiting, me knowing nothing about D&D (iâm sorry but it deserves a warning), eventual best friends!-to-lovers!
Word Count: 4.6k
A/N: alright yâall this is the imagine i had talked about a few days ago and as someone who loves these kinds of fics, iâm quite proud of myself. also i apologize for my lack of knowledge about D&D, eddie would definitely be disappointed, but i had a friend read it over and he thinks it makes sense so weâre going with it! i hope you all enjoy :)- sava
part two
âWell hello everybody!â Eddie exclaims, scaring half the Hellfire lunch table with his presence. You hear groans and curses fill the table as Eddie laughs at the reactions he pulled from his friends. You just sit in the seat thatâs located on the left of his, laughing at his usual antics, but curiosity begins to strike when you take a look at Eddie.
His face is bright and shiny, his smile stretching from ear to ear as he sits down with his lunch, pulling out some pretzels to munch on. You take in the other details about him, how his hair looks actually kept up and how he doesnât reek of his usual pot smell, but ofâŠcologne? You had no idea who it was that was sitting next to you, but it sure as hell wasnât Eddie Munson.
âWhatâs got you so happy today, Eds?â You ask, nudging him with your elbow. He flashes you a big smile, pretzel bits showing along with his pearly whites. He looks adorable as ever.
âWell Iâm glad you asked, sweetheart. I, Eddie Munson, have a date tonight,â he announces. Your heart does a summersault at the nickname, his nickname he always uses on you, before you fully process the second part of his statement, making your breathing stop for a moment. What the fuck?
You didnât make this fact known, but you were crushing on EddieâŠhard. The two of you have been close since your middle school days, having really connected with his band Corroded Coffin playing at the school talent show and approached them afterwards to share your appreciation. Itâs been history ever since.
But it wasnât until your freshman year of high school when you started crushing on Eddie. You had been having a hard time at home due to your parents divorce, and your father winning full custody meant you moved into the same trailer park Eddie and his Uncle Wayne lived in, the two of you growing closer than before now that you only lived a few doors down. You and Eddie would spend most of your nights together anyway, and one particular night your freshman year, you felt these butterflies flutter around in your stomach as your head rested against Eddieâs shoulder watching Sleepaway Camp, your and his favorite movie that youâd watch at least once a month together. Since that day you had kept your feelings hidden from him, not wanting to ruin things between you and your best friend. You thought the pain of not having him in your life at all outweighed the pain of being stuck in love with him, and that was a fight youâd be willing to battle.
âW-what? W-with who?â You ask, trying to cover up your slight stutter with a cough.
âOkay so you remember our latest show at the Hideout? Well with more and more people starting to show up as of recently, weâve been getting some fans. And this girl, her name is Shirley, gave me her number and I thought âWhat the hell?â and rang her up yesterday,â he explains to you and everyone at the table, the freshman not being able to help their curious little selves.Â
âThatâs cool Eds,â you reply back, trying with all your willpower to remain neutral and shove the emotions you were actually feeling down deep inside.
âYeah. Weâre actually hanging out after Hellfire. She even said she might swing by, sheâs been curious about the game a little. At least, thatâs what she told me,â he tells you, causing you to drop your fork and look at him. He shoots you a weird expression at your reaction.
âOops, sorry. But uh, I thought you werenât allowing non-members into the meetings anymore?â You ask, your eyebrow raised.
âThatâs true, but, as Dungeon Master, Iâll make an exception this one time. Who knows, maybe she could become an honorary member. Sheâs really cool, Y/N. Youâd get along with her great,â he tells you as he clasps his hand on your shoulder.Â
âI seriously doubt it,â you mutter lowly, hoping your close proximity to Eddie didnât allow him to hear. As if a saving grace occurred, the lunch bell rang and you jolted up from your seat, collecting your trash. You could see Eddie eyeing you from your peripheral. One thing there is about Eddie, heâs observant as hell. Youâd usually applaud and commend it, but in cases where you were trying best to hide your feelings, you absolutely hated it. Sometimes you wondered how you were able to get away with him not knowing how you truly felt, but all the more relieved that he didnât.
âHey sweetheart? Is everything okay?â He asks you. You quickly turn to him with a slight smile and nod, before rushing towards the trash can that sat behind him.
âYep, all good. Just gotta go tend to some newspaper stuff. Iâll see you at Hellfire!â Your words moving as fast as your legs as you bid the table goodbye until your meeting tonight, practically sprinting towards the newspaper room, where youâd spill your feelings to one Nancy Wheeler in your secluded gossip corner.
Nancy was one of the only people who knew about your crush on Eddie. The two of you have been super close since you started high school, and even more so with all the shit thatâs happened with the Upside Down that started when the two of you were sophomores. Plus, with her brother now joining the Hellfire Club, she asked you to keep an eye on him, especially with everything thatâs already happened in Hawkins, but you really didnât blame her for that.
Stumbling down the hall with your backpack sliding off your shoulders, you open the doors to the newspaper room and see Nancyâs head pop up from her collaborating with Fred. You walk down the stairs calmly while giving her a pleading look, nodding your head towards the corner the two of you have your major discussions at. She gives you a small nod before returning to her conversation with Fred.
You unpack your bag and begin working a bit on the paper while you wait for Nancy. You were trying your best to remain calm, focussing on your breathing so you didnât get worked up more than you were when you started talking with Nancy. Your mind had a habit of working against you, running a hundred miles a minute coming up with the absolute worst scenario of every situation you encountered. You didnât need to be thinking doubtfully about your friendship with Eddie, but you physically couldnât help it.
How could Eddie have a date with someone and not tell you sooner?
The two of you were best friends, he always told you when something great happens to him immediately after, and you do the same with him. Living just a few doors down, you had that luxury of always being near the person when you celebrate your wins, or comfort one another in your losses. So him keeping this from you until the next day? It definitely hurt, in more ways then one, and you didnât quite understand it. Would you still be upset about it? Absolutely, so that bit didnât matter much. You just wanted to know why. Why heâs choosing to date someone now, after being single for so long. Why he-
âHey, Iâm here. Sorry, I was working with Fred on the basketball story,â Nancy tells you, pulling you out of your zoned-out state.
âNo worries,â you say, your voice residing somewhere distant. You feel a slight kick come from under the desk, prompting you to look down for a second, before bringing your eyes up to see Nancy, who shoots you a look of concern. Nancy too, was very observant, from what youâve seen over your friendship the past three, nearly four, years. The people you surrounded yourself with the most were some of the most observant people in Hawkins, which was both a blessing and a curse. You sigh, turning slightly closer to her, ready to confess.
âEddie has a date tonight,â you whisper softly. You watch her jaw open, as shocked as you were. At least, hoping in the same sense that you were, and not in a negative way. You never really knew about Nancyâs stance on Eddie, whether she liked him or not. The way you talk about him all the time you would think sheâd be sick of it all, but never stopped you from spilling your secrets out to her.
âNo way! With who?â She whisper-yells, scooting closer to you. You watch over her shoulder at Fred and some others looking your way, so you fake working on a spread, signaling Nancy to do the same.
âSome girl that came to their gig at the Hideout on Tuesday. I didnât see it so it mustâve been when I went to the bathroom,â you continue to tell her while fake focusing on the piece of paper in front of you. Your entire demeanor suddenly became deflated, saying it aloud and hearing it from yourself. All becoming so real.
âThatâs crazy. Are you okay, Y/N?â
âNo, but what can I do about it? He and I arenât dating, so I have no room to say who he can or canât date,â you answer. You peak over at her and see her looking you dead in the eye, to which you couldnât blame her. Even you didnât believe what you were saying.
âYeah, I know. He said she might stop by Hellfire, and, Nance, I have no idea how Iâm supposed to get through the meeting tonight if sheâs there,â you tell her. She reaches out and squeezes your hand and you give her a tight-lipped smile.Â
âHey, if you think itâll help, I can pick you up from Hellfire tonight and we can chill at my house for a sleepover. Junk food, distractionsâŠI can even invite Robin and see if sheâll pick up some tapes after her shift at Family Video tonight,â Nancy suggests. You eyes widen in excitement and nod, truly needed a night where you donât talk or think about Eddie. Just a night with your girls.
âThat would honestly be the best, thank you Nance,â you tell her. She flashes a warm smile your way and scoots a bit away from you.
âPerfect. Iâll pick you and Mike up at 9 after I get Robin from her shift, if sheâs free. Itâll be fun,â you tells you. You agree and continue working on your spread, excitement flowing through your body at the thought of a fun night ahead, even with the dread buried in the pit of your stomach at the thought seeing Eddie tonight at Hellfire with a woman at his side. A woman that wasnât you.
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Running down the halls and towards the room behind the theater, you look at your watch and try to pick up the pace. You had lost track of time in your efforts in avoiding Eddie by doodling some drawings in the sketchbook that you kept on you at all times, which in turn made you late to Hellfire, something you never did. But in your defense, you usually had Eddie giving you a ride to and from the meetings. Today was not like the rest. Walking through the threshold of the meeting room, you give yourself a few moments to catch your breath.
âSorry Iâm late, I-â you began to say, but were interrupted by giggling coming from Eddieâs throne. You see a girl with strappy heels and a short, short dress leaning against it playing with Eddieâs brunette fringey curls. That must be Shirley.
âOh good, youâre here. We almost started without you,â Dustin exclaims, his goofy smile appearing on his face.
âYeah, I doubt it,â you tell him, throwing your bag in the seat closest to him and ruffling his hair, him protesting and swatting at you in return. You notice out of the corner of your eye Eddie giving you a confused look, then looking towards your usual seat, which remained empty. It was no secret that you had your own seat in Hellfire, right next to the Dungeon Master himself, but today, you knew it was best to keep your distance. Didnât want to interfere with his date and all.Â
âAlright, now that everyoneâs here,â Eddie pauses, giving you a look. You chose to just look at the table in front you to avoid eye contact. âLets start.â
Dustin is the first to roll the dice, and everyone around watches as the campaign for the week begins. You try your best to pay attention to the game in front of you, but keep getting distracted by the amount of giggling coming from Eddieâs throne, due to himself and Shirley. They were acting like those couples you and Eddie would make fun of in the halls that were practically fucking in the halls of Hawkins High, and youâd always make fake sick sounds as you passed by them. Now that heâs acting those same people right in front of you and the rest of the club, you felt yourself growing sick, for real this time.Â
You stood to the side as you watched Shirley climb in Eddieâs lap, draping herself all over him and her lips ghosting over his ears as she whispers little things in his ears, and the reactions he gives to her words make you want to punch a wall. Not in anger, but in jealous. The green eyed monster had awoken inside you, and you felt yourself getting riled up at the thought of them continuing this act throughout the rest of the meeting. The worst part of it all? You knew this isnât where the night ended for them, and you could only imagine what other kinds of plans they had up their sleeves.
âY/N, youâre up,â Mike whispers to you, snapping you out of your small jealousy-induced trance. You take the dice from Gareth and shake the dice in your cold hands a few times, before tossing them on the table.
6.
You didnât have enough health to pull any big moves. No luck to play the hero tonight. You sigh and slump your shoulders as the rest of the group lets out an annoyed groan. You were completely off your game for the night and you knew with how observant the club was, they could tell. But luckily for you, they didnât press you about any issues you may be having.Â
âWhatâs your move, Lady Y/N?â Eddie asks you, his smug look making your skin crawl. Usually his dramatics during the game always wowed you and youâd join in, but it was hard to take in anything he was saying or doing with the leech that was attached to his hip.
âIâŠretreat,â you say, taking a step back from the table and Mike is quick to take the dice and roll for himself in order to save the campaign. You walk over to the seat you set your stuff in and take the sketchbook out youâd been busy with before the meeting and begin to draw.
âDo you know where the closest bathroom is, rockstar?â you hear Shirley ask. You mentally groan.
âSure thing. Y/N, can you show her where it is?â Eddie asks, turning to you. You place your sketchbook back in your bag and stand from your chair. Flashing Eddie a fake smile, you nod and begin to walk towards the door, the sound of Shirleyâs heels clicking behind you filling your ears.
The halls are quiet as you make your way to the bathroom around the corner.Â
âSo you and Eddie, youâre best friends right?â Shirley asks you as you continue your journey to the bathroom.
âYep, since middle school,â you answer.
âOh thatâs cool! Iâm gonna be honest, I was a little worried when Eddie told me he had a girl best friend. I always think guy girl friendships are weird and donât last. They usually always end up dating in the end or ending the friendship because one likes the other, and the other doesnât feel the same way. At least, thatâs how I see them,â she rambles. You slowly nod and point out the bathroom, her thanking you and doing a fake little run inside.
Pressing your back against the wall outside the bathroom, you canât help but think on the words she said, the thoughts of you and Eddie ending your friendship lingering and seeping into every fiber of your body. Itâs the exact reason you kept your feelings deep down and hidden, but would that work out in the end? Are you putting yourself through the pain and heartache for nothing?
The bathroom doors opens once more and she comes out.
âThanks for waiting for me. Iâm really excited to hangout with Eddie after your club ends,â she tells you.Â
âWhat exactly do you two have planned?â You ask, your curiosity getting the best of you. Part of you didnât want to know, but your brain was screaming at you to find out.
âNothing special. Weâre gonna go back to his place and hangout, maybe smoke some. He also mentioned something about watching a movieâŠSleepaway Camp? Have you heard of it?â
You froze.
Did she really just say that?
She stops and turns to you, giving you a look of concern. You felt the world around you starting to spin, the feelings from everything starting to come up.
âI-um, Iâm sorry, but I-Iâm not feeling too great right now. The theaterâs in there, but Iâm gonna go outside and get some air. C-Can you tell someone to bring my stuff out to me when everything ends?â You ask, your voice shaking as you lean against the wall for support. She gives you a nod and scurries inside the theater, leaving you to bolt out the doors of the school and towards the parking lot.Â
You bent over and held onto the railing by the stairs that spilled out into the parking lot, convincing yourself you needed to wretch. The feelings clouding your brain were mixed, swirling together in a nasty mixture that you werenât sure how youâd describe to Nancy and Robin. The feels of hate and sadness blurring the lines and becoming one as you stood outside, wishing you had your jacket to protect your from the harmful feelings and the cool March temperature.Â
Sitting on the stairs with no luck on spewing your guts out, you let out a sigh and hug yourself in a pathetic attempt to warm up a bit. Your body grew cold rather easily, something that was always an issue, but the solution, or rather the two, were inside. You kept your jacket on you at all times, even despite the temperature being hot, because you never know when you might need it. In the event you forgot your jacket, Eddie would either lend you one of his, or just wrap himself around you, rubbing your arms with his big ring-clad hands to get you in a good place. You always welcomed that comfort. It felt nice being so close to him, even if he may not feel the same.
Your pity party is interrupted by a car pulling into the lot and parking right by the stairs. As the window rolls down, you see Robin pop her head out in a cheerful manner, but soon her features soften when she takes in your sour expression and sad body language.Â
âWhat happened?â Nancy asks from the driver seat. You rise to your feet with a sigh and walk over to the car, leaning inside through the window.
âMore like what didnât happen,â you respond, shaking your head and shrugging.Â
âDid that girl show up? Nancy filled me in on everything when she picked me up, so I have a ton of movie choices for tonight,â Robin rambles.
âYeah she showed up. And they were being gross and lovey-dovey all night. Made me want to puke,â you explain. You feel Robinâs hand touch yours in an attempt to comfort you, to which you place your other hand on top of hers and give it a pat.
âAnd what prompted you to be out here instead of inside?â Nancy asks.Â
âWell first off-â you begin, but hear laughter coming from behind you as the school doors open. You turn and see everyone laughing and walking together, the meeting drawing to an end for the week and you let out a soft sigh. Everyone goes in different directions, with Jeff, Gareth, and Dustin going off in one direction, Eddie and Shirley going towards their van, and Lucas and Mike coming towards you guys. Mike nor Lucas had your bag in their hands, which made you worried that youâd have to go all weekend without your supplies and homework.
âWait, Y/N, whereâs your stuff?â Robin asks. You shrug your shoulders and turn to the side, Eddie standing by Nancyâs car. You see his unreadable demeanor comes closer to you, his eyes fixed on yours as he holds out your bag to you. Taking it, you sling it over your shoulder and slide over as he kept walking closer to the window you once hung out of.
âWheeler, you might if I borrow Y/N for a sec before you take off?â He asks. You watch Nancy nod and Eddie leads you over away from her car, out of ear shot of both Nancy and that crew, and Shirley, whoâs waiting at Eddieâs van. You both just look at each other for a moment, you not really knowing what to say.
âThanks for grabbing my-â
âWhatâd I do?â He asks you, his voice sounding neutral. You look towards the ground and swing back and forth on your feet for a moment, trying to think of a reasonable excuse for your behavior today.
âNothing,â you reply, your eyes glued to the ground.
âYou canât even look at me, Y/N,â he says, looking down to try and catch your eyes. You let out a huff and look back up at him, trying to get this conversation over with, which was something you never wished with Eddie.
âThereâs nothing wrong, okay? I promise,â you tell him. Now it was his turn to huff, added with a kick to the ground. You could see that youâre irritating him, and if you were him, youâd be irritated as well. But today was not your day, you just needed time away from him and try to bury the feelings you had towards him even further down. Take the weekend and recoup. Not to mention, his date was merely a hundred feet away and waiting for him to go back to your place and watch a movie together. Your guysâ movie.
âY/N, please, I know you better than anyone. Can you please ju-â
âEds! Are we going soon?â Shirley yelled from the van.
Ouch.
She just used your signature nickname for him.
What else did they plan on taking from you today?
âSoon sweetheart, I promise,â Eddie yelled back.
Double ouch.
Now he was using your signature nickname.
âYou know what Eddie, just go, sheâs waiting on you. Have fun watching Sleepaway Camp,â you tell him. Shit, whyâd you just say that.
Your mind was starting to think before your mouth, the feelings that have been brewing the entire day bubbling to the surface and taking over the part of your brain that had rational thinking. That green-eyed monster was started to show her true colors. You turn on your heel and begin to take off towards Nancyâs car, when you feel Eddie grasp your wrist, stopping you.
âWait, Y/N, howâd you know we were watching Sleepaway Camp? Did she tell you that?â He asks. You sigh and shift towards him.
âYeah, we talked in the hall. But itâs not big deal Eddie, just go,â you say, not understanding why he was so determined to make things right between the two of you right now? Yeah, the two of you hated leaving things in a bad place, but you never pressed him about anything he was super upset about or just didnât feel like talking about, and usually he was the same with you. Maybe today was not destined to be in the cards for you after all.
âYouâre jealous,â he says matter-of-factly. You scoff and cross your arms, trying to add another layer of defense between you and your fragile heart that was about to break loose with all these feelings. You were starting to lose your resolve, and you werenât sure how much longer youâd be able to hold yourself together.
âI am not jealous!â
âYou are totally jealous! Jealous that Iâm spending time with someone, a girl, who isnât you. Donât worry, Y/N, you arenât being replaced, Iâll always make time for you,â he tells you, thinking heâs helped, when really, it only hurt more. Like he thought heâd have to pencil you into his life.
âItâs not that Eds-â you begin to say, but his laugh cuts you off.
âThen what is it then? You mad you donât have a ride? Or-or-or upset that weâre watching Sleepaway Camp?â he pesters you. You could feel yourself getting really worked up and uncomfortable, wanting to just jet off to Nancyâs car and ride far away from this conversation.
âOh wait, do you like me or something Is that it? Do you have a big olâ crush on me?â He asks mockingly, making you freeze. âJust tell me whatâs wrong Y/N, please.â
You hesitate.
Fuck.
You. Fucking. Hesitate.
âN-no, I donât have a crush on you,â you say, brushing it off with a weak laugh. You see Eddie himself freeze, looking at you with a deadpan expression. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
âWait, Y/NâŠyou have a crush on me?â he asks. That was definitely an understatement. You swallow down a breath that wasnât able to escape, your body beginning to shake in fear.
You see the way his entire demeanor changed when he realized. The dramatics you so desperately loved stopped all together, replacing it with a scared look. Scared that itâs true and he had to let you down? Scared that he didnât feel the same way? Scared it was you, of all people? That familiar feeling of wanting to throw your guts up began to boil in the pit of your stomach, your chest tightening as you continued to stare Eddie down like a dear caught in headlights, the silence booming throughout the parking lot. You couldnât handle this, not tonight. Youâve already had the shittiest day possible, you need to escape before you lose your best friend forever.
You take off in the opposite direction, towards Nancyâs car as you hear Eddie calling after you. The tears were brimming your eyelids, desperate to fall and let every emotion youâve been bottling up all day to come out in a flood. You open the car door and hop inside, practically shoving Mike in the middle.
âDrive Nance,â you say, shooting them a pleading look.
âWait, Y/N, what happened?â Robin asks.
âNancy, can you please drive away, now,â your voice raising as you plead. Nancy responds by changing the gear and stomping her foot on the gas pedal, making your escape out of the parking lot and away from Eddie Munson, who you can see still standing in the empty lot watching you leave. You let out a shaky breath as you turn and face out the window, hot tears rolling down your cheeks and sobs racking your body as you all make the journey to the Wheelerâs house.
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(DCXDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 5)
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Tw: torture scene (GiW agent receiving), general angst, canon-typical violence (DC), nobody is having a good time
Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually
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It was pretty easy for Danny to forget that Dr. Crane was a rogue at times.
Most of the time he wasnât comically evil, like what heâd expect of a Gotham rogue. He was helping Danny, even if only because he didnât want to be taken in by the GiW as well. He was even downright nice most of the time, or at least neutral.
Sure, he had a strange obsession with fear and psychology, but that wasnât really out of the ordinary for Danny. It didnât feel like living with a rogue, just likeâŠstaying with a distant relative, or something.
He seemed like just an ordinary person.
Today, though, Danny was brought back to reality.
The GiW agent theyâd tracked down together writhed on the ground, screaming in pain and terror. Scarecrow was sat a few feet away, setting up a syringe of the antidote heâd made.
After a few more moments, he injected the man with the antidote, watching him like a hawk the entire time.
Suddenly, the man surged forward, lunging at Scarecrow with a feral scream.
Unluckily for him, though, he was still weak from the fear toxin in his system, and from the beatings heâd received prior. Scarecrow easily wrestled him to the ground, settling himself on the broad part of the agentâs back with a vice grip on one of his arms.
âLetâs try again,â he said sharply, all of the warmth Danny had grown used to gone from his voice. âWhere is the GiW base of operations?â
The agent took several shuddering breaths before spitting at Scarecrow, defiance and hatred written all over his face.
For just a moment, the room was utterly silent.
âFine, have it your way.â
Scarecrow began to twist the manâs arm further. It wasnât long before the agent began to squirm, then writhe, beneath him. Dannyâs stomach churned.
âYou know,â Scarecrow began, almost conversationally, âthere are plenty of jobs that one can get without the use of their legs, especially with the level of education you have. Anything that doesnât involve hard labor, really.â
The manâs face was beginning to turn red in his struggle not to scream. He took in gasping breaths, the way that his mouth moved almost reminding Danny of a goldfish.
(He felt awful for the comparison, but it was true.)
âHowever,â Scarecrow continued, âI find youâd be rather hard-pressed to find a job without the use of your arms. Especially in a place like Gotham, where you can always be replaced by someone eager to do your job for even less money. Of course, you could most likely coast off of savings and severance pay for a while, butâŠâ
He leaned closer to the manâs head, his voice lowering.
âWould you be able to live like that? To live with yourself, if you no longer have a purpose?â
He allowed the agent a few seconds of rest before increasing the pressure on his arm. The agent gasped, letting out a strangled hiss. His arm bones were making fascinating noises in response to the strain. Danny felt sick.
âYou seem like a rather driven young man. Iâm sure your family would hate to see you unmotivated, directionless. Would they resent you, do you think?â
âFuck you, youââ
The man was cut off by his own scream as Scarecrow finally allowed his arm to break, audibly splintering into thousands of useless shards of bone.
He had the exact pressure memorized. Clearly, he had done this before.
This was wrong. This was wrong.
Shouldnât Danny step in, do something?
âThat wonât heal cleanly. Even with the best medical care in the world, youâll end up with permanent damage.â
The man below him wheezed and sobbed, choking on air as Scarecrow let go of his arm carelessly, letting it flop back onto the ground.
âJust the sort of thing something like you deserves,â Scarecrow hissed, his voice cold.
âYou tortured a child, and you enjoyed it. You laughed with your friends about it. In your notes, one of your friends complained about the screaming,â Scarecrow brought his leg around, grinding his boot into the manâs broken arm. He howled in agony, writhing uncontrollably.
âWas it inconvenient to him, do you think? Too loud? If you were joking about it, clearly you thought so, too. I could fix that as well.â
He drew out another needle, this one once again filled with fear toxin.
âScarecrow, wait,â Danny choked out.
Scarecrow turned to look at him.
Even his posture was different than usual. He looked⊠stiff, more like an animal than a man. When he tilted his head at Danny in a silent question, it looked like something in his neck had snapped, his head lolling to the side.
Danny wondered if he was consciously moving like that, or if it was habit at this point.
âYouâwe donât have to do this. We can get information some other way, right? You donât have toâŠâ
Danny looked down at the GiW agent below Scarecrow. He didnât even have it in him to glare up at Danny like he had before. Instead he laid limply on the ground, tremors rolling through his body uncontrollably.
âWeâve exhausted every other option and you know it,â Scarecrow said, his voice low, âthis is the only way we can move forward.â
âStill, IâI donât,â Danny swallowed, his throat tight, âthis isnâtâthis isnât right. Isnât there some other way to do this? Likeâa truth serum, or something?â
âTruth serums are notoriously unreliable. Theyâre almost as bad as lie detectors. Weâre much more likely to get a reliable result from this.â
Danny just stared at the GiW agent and his splintered, ruined arm. He began to weakly wriggle in Scarecrowâs grasp, which was graciously ignored.
He vaguely remembered himself doing the same thing when he was on the operating table; even if he knew there was no chance of escape, he still thrashed and screamed, desperate to get away. The jagged I-shaped incision on his torso felt uncomfortably warm.
What was there left to say?
âThe Bat does the same thing at times, you know,â Scarecrow said, âhim and the rest of his brood. By using my toxin, Iâm actually lessening the amount of permanent damage that Iâm doing. Physically.â
âStill, that doesnât make it right,â Danny said desperately. âEven ifâeven if everyone in the world did this, it wouldnât make it right.â
Scarecrow hummed.
They were both silent for a moment.
His next words were gentle, absurdly so when compared to the scene in front of him.
âI would love an alternative. ButâŠâ
He shrugged, hand coming to rest on the break in the GiW agentâs arm. Even without applying any pressure, the man stopped squirming immediately.
âThere arenât any other options,â Danny repeated, his voice flat and his body numb.
âYes,â Scarecrow said. âIâm sorry.â
There was a pause. No one moved a muscle. Eventually Scarecrow spoke again, his voice strangely empty.
âYou can stand outside and keep watch, if youâd like. At such a short distance their radars wonât pick us up.â
Danny said nothing, leaving the room silently.
He sat outside for quite a while.
He was grateful that Scarecrow had, with his help, dragged the agent to one of his previous hideouts. It was soundproofed, after all.
He was glad that he didnât have to hear the rest of what Scarecrow did to the man.
After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Crane left the building, joining him outside. He guided Danny back to his beat up old truck and they drove home in silence.
âDid you at leastâŠdo you know where they are, now?â Danny asked as they entered the apartment, his voice small.
âThey didnât share the details of all of their locations with any one person. I know where one of their locations are, but not their main base of operations.â
Danny felt disgusted. With himself, with Dr. Crane, with the GiW.
He was disgusted by the agent, too. Did he just hate the restless dead so much that he would prefer to be tortured than to give them the upper hand? Did he really think he was in the right?
Was there a chance that he was?
Danny felt very, very small, and very stupid. Stupid and weak and cowardly.
âDanny,â Dr. Crane spoke, his voice soft.
âIâm truly sorry that this is happening to you. I really, truly wish that you didnât have to endure my company. IâŠâ
He fell quiet. Danny wondered if he was just saying this to pacify him, or if he truly meant it. He wondered if it really mattered in the end.
After a few moments of silence, Dr. Crane sighed, looking truly pained.
âI donât know. Iâm sorry.â
Danny was quiet.
âIâm going to bed early,â he finally said, turning away and leaving without a second glance.
â
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can you write something grumpy!42miles x sunshine!reader? where heâs always kinda mean but cares about her but they end up together
this prompt is so cute tysm for the req!!
Word count: About 1,600
Pairing: Grumpy Earth-42! Miles Morales x Sunshine! f! reader
Summary: The line between just classmates and something more is thin. Miles and You seemed to be walking that line.
Warnings: (begrudgingly) friends to lovers, he's a bit mean, fluff, minimal cursing, classmates to lovers, pure fluff, cannot contain the fluff, reader is a little slow, this is short and cute, spanish grammar is not my strong suit
A/N: if i haven't gotten to your request yet, its still a wip but will be posted soon!
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You were boisterously laughing. Obnoxiously, even. The guyâs joke wasnât even that funny.
Miles called your name out with an aggravated tone,
"Would it kill you to shut up for a second?"
You promptly responded, "Would it kill you to lighten up for once?"
He regrets not skipping this class.
That was partially a lie. In reality, he didnât care for this class at all. He only came to see you. You were one of the few people who put up with him.
Miles and you always sat together during class. "Unassigned assigned seats", you'd call it. But thatâs all you were. Seat partners. That was the way it was, and the way it would stay. And he was fine with that, at least he tried to convince himself.
The next day, the seat next to Miles was empty. It hasnât been empty since the first day you met.
If you asked Miles how you both met, heâd say you forced your way into his life. However, youâd say that you saw through his âcold guyâ facade and he opened up his heart to you. He was a good guy if you had the patience. That was only one of the many things he admired about you. Your optimism.
He saw you across the room. You were sitting with someone else. A guy. What was his name again? Miles couldn't recall. That was how irrelevant he was to Miles.
"Is this seat taken?" Miles looked up to the voice that had spoken, hoping it was somehow you. However, as he glanced up, an unfamiliar face was staring at him.
"Nah." He muttered, not sparing her another look.
She introduced herself and told Miles her name, but he wasn't listening. He was listening to your laugh. How could he not? Your laugh was practically drowning out every other voice in the room. At least, thatâs how he perceived it.
You were giggling at whatever the guy next to you said. But this time, he wished it was him making you laugh. That guy didn't deserve to hear you laugh, or see you smile.
He couldn't stand your laugh unless he was the cause of it. Miles didnât pay attention to the lesson that day. He was occupied staring daggers into your back. Yet you never noticed.
You sat next to Miles the day after, as usual. It was an unspoken agreement, and you had broken it the day prior.
Immediately as you sat down, Miles started interrogating you.
"You left me with some random girl to go flirt with that moron? He's a dick." He scoffed at you, nodding his head towards the guy that you left him for yesterday.
Right, like you're not. You thought. "He's really not, he's a good guy!" You defended him and continued, "Plus, your partner was super smart. She was probably more help than I couldâve been.â
"Ella no es tĂș. What else can I say, ma?" Miles casually said.
You tried to hide your grin but failed as a smile spread across your face. The corner of his lip curled in a small smirk. If you blinked, you would have missed it.
"Iâm sorry for 'leaving you', Miles. But donât worry, I prefer you over him anyway." You smiled brightly at him. And for a second, his stoic heart gleamed.
"I wasn't worried." He grumbled.
"You sure? I mean, whatever you say.â You grinned amusedly at him.
The rest of the class period followed as usual. But this time, before the bell rang, Miles bottled up his dignity to ask you, "Ay ma, wanna hang out after school?"
You raised a skeptical brow at his unusual behavior, "What, you starting to like me now? I thought you couldn't tolerate me." You probed.
Oblivious to you, he does more than just tolerate you. He was growing fond of your presence. He was starting to miss the sound of your giggle echoing within the room when he wasnât around you.
But he couldn't find the courage to tell you just yet. Instead, he murmured, "I can tolerate you. Out of most of these people in here, anyway."
"I'm kidding. Yeah, I'm down, Miles." You teased him and agreed.
What you didn't know is that your initial question wasn't very far from the truth.
The school day couldnât have passed any slower. If you were being honest, you were eagerly anticipating spending more time with Miles out of school.
The final bell of the day rang, and Miles held up to his side of the agreement. He met up with you after school.
Walking side-by-side, you asked, "What've you got planned for us today, Miles? You gonna wine and dine me?" you winked at him.
"Maybe another day, mami." He cracked a slight grin as he responded, fond of your antics.
"I'll hold you to that. I've got a better idea, anyway." You said as you heard a familiar song ringing through the atmosphere.
You yanked Miles by his arm and pulled him, "Look, an ice cream truck! I haven't seen one of those in forever. Let's go!"
A rare smile adorned Miles' face. Not that you saw it. You were too busy chasing after the ice cream truck and dragging him along.
You approached the ice cream truck. The ice cream man greeted you, "Hey guys! What can I get for you today?"
Without missing a beat, you said "Hello! Can I get the Spongebob popsicle please?" with a bright smile.
Miles ordered his right after you. "Coming right up!" The ice cream man said. He shortly returned with both your orders in hand.
As you tried to give the owner cash, Miles lowered your hand gently and said, "Let me pay for you." It was more of a demand as he handed cash to the man.
You couldn't contain the surprise that formed on your face. "Really? Thank you, Miles! You didn't have to do that, yâknow." You reached up to him and peppered a kiss on his cheek as a token of gratitude. "Nah, I wanted to." He dismisses it with a shrug.
The man gave you both your ice creams and said, "Have a good day!"
"Young love. A beautiful thing to see." The owner of the truck said as you both walked away.
You both sat on a bench surrounded by a garden of blooming flowers. It was quite scenic for Brooklyn. "Miles, look. He only has one eye!" You chuckled as you showed him your popsicle.
Unbeknownst to you, you had ice cream smeared on your face. He leaned in to wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb, his gaze lingering on your lips. An almost too-intimate action for people who were just "classmates." But you brushed it off as him being friendly for a change.
"You're a mess, mami." He chuckled, shaking his head at you. You ignored how he made your stomach do flips.
Miles had led you to a rooftop that he frequents. It had an incredible view of the sun, despite all the tall buildings encased around you two.
Miles and you spent the rest of the evening together, basking in the presence of one another. You conversed for hours, only realizing the time when the sun started to set. Comfortable moments of silence were exchanged as you watched the sun disappear from the sky, the moon soon replacing it.
âItâs a full moon, isnât it just beautiful?â You admired the moon as it shone down on the sullen streets of Brooklyn.
"Yeah, It is." He replied, but he wasn't looking at the moon. If you had just turned your head, you'd realize the true meaning of his words. He hadn't even noticed the moon. His eyes were fixated on you instead. He believed that the moon couldn't even hold a candle to you.
"Why haven't we done this before, Miles? I enjoyed hanging out with you today." You felt harmonious with him for once, laying your head against his shoulder as you studied his face.
"I did too, princesa. Maybe I will just wine and dine you someday." Miles said with a smirk, gazing down into your eyes with a borderline smitten expression.
A lightbulb suddenly enlightened your brain. You mentally banged your head against a wall. How could you be so naive to not realize it sooner?
You broke the tension in the air and raised your head to look into his eyes. "Is this a date? You know, people that are 'just' classmates don't go on dates." You told him cheekily.
Could he not have made it more obvious? He paused for a moment and said, âI donât want to be just classmates.â
âSo you want to be best friends? Great! Me too." You grinned, feigning naivety.
His face immediately dropped as he facepalmed himself. "Dios mĂo, no. That's not what I meant. Never mind, olvĂdalo." He said, shaking his head.
You beamed at him and laced your fingers with his. âIâm just messing with you, Miles. I like you too. In case you haven't noticed."
He sighed of relief as he lifted your entwined hands to press a soft kiss to the back of your hand. You stayed in each other's embrace for the rest of the night.
From that day forward, you never broke the unspoken agreement ever again. And Miles never had to worry about you associating with another douche again. Excluding himself.
You walked into class hand-in-hand the next day. The following days, as well. That's the way it was, and that's the way it would stay. And both of you were content with that.
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ella no es tĂș - she's not you
dios mĂo - my god
olvĂdalo - forget it
princesa - princess
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I have a request but if you're not comfortable writing it's completely fine too!!
Anyways~ can you write something with University professor geto x top student reader??? They have a lot of sexual tension and geto continuously targets the reader in his lectures only for her to storm into his office after a test in which he didn't give her the marks she deserved just so he could piss her off and eventually leading them to blow off some steam together hehe-
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a/n: hi cherry 2! saying 2 because i already have another cherry anon, thank u for waiting for this btw sorry this took so long omggg!!! i wanna make it similar to the short blurb i did here, but ill leave out reader being a camgirl! a lot of lore talk, just a warning
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warnings: so much lore lol sorry, no beta we die like men, age gap (32 / 24), professor!geto, fem!reader, geto is also a cam worker, masturbation (both f and m), toy use during f! masturbation (vibrator), fantasising, pet names, praise, degradation, use of âslutâ and âwhoreâ, oral (m receiving, f receives briefly at the end), dumbification (ig?) face-fucking, deep-throating, spitting in mouth, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, cum eating, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut
no one could really pinpoint the reason why professor geto had picked on you, called you out so much, and why you entertained the incessant questions. it was unbecoming of a prof., he knew, it was never smart to favour one person (negatively, in this case) in a room of bright students who could read between the lines. but he just feels himself so drawn to your furrowed eyebrows and words laced with venom, because at the end of the day, he can see that you arenât all talk.
you challenge his views and you do it in a way that catches him off-guard. you propose insane arguments that you willingly would die at the grave just to find evidence for; or it could just be because he was staring too much at the way your mouth moved and your eyes expressed everything to pay attention to your words, finding that you were just too beautiful to be chasing a linguistics degree.
this was another thing: geto suguru could possibly have anyone he wanted. he was fine. shoulders pulled back in proper posture, hair either tied up fully or just halfway, and always, always wearing shirts with sleeves that reach his wrist. to that, everyone could see just how bulked the man was, top looking too tight all the time.
geto knew he was fine, too, because on top of (and before) being a professor, he found that he could get a good amount of money by just streaming â camera propped below his neck and obviously tight button-up shirt discarded to reveal his tattooed body, while he has his legs spread and the thirsty, horny comments flooding in on the platform. itâs been a norm by now, started from his uni days where he needed some extra money to support his fees and living necessities.
one year turned into two, two years turned into stagnancy during his third and fourth years (save for a few occasional streams), and up came a little funny graduation stream suggested by his best friend. geto had spent a good half ân hour talking about his time in university and thanking his viewers, changing up the setting almost immediately by showing hard he was.
[uzum4kisl0ver]: YEAAAH weâre getting to the good stuff, thank u for feeding us so well these few years uzumaki-san!!
[minstash96]: Congrats on graduating Uzumaki-san!! I rmb joining during your third year and found out from everyone u were getting busier </3 but Im glad youre back again!!!
[g_bigdick_s]: fellas is it gay to support your best friendâs graduation jerking off stream
the flood of âyesââs replying to gojo made the streamer laugh, thankful that his best friend had listened a little and at least changed gojobigdicksatoru to just his âG.S.â initials to avoid people finding his LinkedIn. from there, geto had gotten into the true nature of his stream easily, fishing out his cock to stroke and loving the sounds of tips coming in, the name of his alias Uzumaki continually commented. since then, itâs become a side hustle â finishing his masters, training to become a professor, itâs all natural to him, taking even further steps to make sure he isnât found out.
exactly, he could have anyone he wanted â a fan from his streaming account, or one of satoruâs regular fwbâs but instead he finds himself drawn to someone else, you, the second year student in his bilingualism and multilingualism module that he has no trouble teaching despite his freshly employed status.
at the start of the week, the gods decided thought it would be funny to delay the campus bus that would take you to the english department for a consultation session with your professor. you couldnât focus in lectures due to bad cramps, you were behind on your non-major related courses, the bad luck just seemed to seep into one day after another. you had woken up late, putting on a terrible outfit that no one really cared about, except your professor who just had a smirk on his face.
âif you notice, runes were created as they were spoken â spelt as they are said which almost look like âpictographsâ,â prof. geto switches to the next slide with the runes and their meanings alongside a jumble of symbols that send the whole class into hysterics, âcan anyone sound out the phonetics of these runes to me? hint: even though i said they look like pictographs, the first rune is definitely not an E.â
he was known for asking questions during lectures, pleased with anyone that would even try because he knew how quiet lecture theatres could get. he was exactly like that in university, too, letting satoru take all the attention due to the many unknown people in the same room. now, he found that asking the questions was a little entertaining, seeing the way students look back down at their laptops and avoid eye contact. but he doesnât need to do anything and his body is already turnt towards you. heâs not even pointing physically, which he thinks heâs done a good job of restraining himself.
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âthe words and names should be as they sound â so âsâ or á should translate into a âcâ since they didnât have a C back then and itâs the closest sound to C. á canât be âhâ because of the usage of H in hagl . . its pronunciation is different and plus, weâll spell it how we say it, so maybe itâs âjâ?â you mutter to yourself, an urge to answer the quickest, always. you arenât sure where this streak came from, but youâve been smart always, âsja . . it either can be chanel or channel since thereâs a rule you canât use the same rune twice in succession . .â
professor geto already knows youâd be the first to answer, raising your hand even without looking since you were still calculating the other four letters which you put together fairly quickly.
you take the safest route, âchanel, with one N.â
geto clicks his tongue and sucks in a breathe, âso close, miss (y/n), but itâs because i cheated a little on my part.â you can feel your blood boil and the grimaces of other students when he switches to the next slide and thereâs a little grin on his face. it says â âthere is no distinction between capital and small runes, nor can you use the same rune twice continually.â
âyou are right, partially, but i did want to drive home the point,â which heâs sure you already know. âthat words with two Nâs or Lâs or whatever, would only show up in the runic language as only one character.â your face morphs into something of annoyance and the grin on professor getoâs face only widens â that defiant, headstrong nature is something he loved, but the grin drops a little when he imagines something . . out of the classroom. his pants tighten.
you mirror him, clicking your tongue and reluctantly taking down the note in your documents before sinking into your chair â not even chĆ, you friend, could find the proper words to comfort you. you spend the rest of the lecture, sulking, unwillingly answering his incessant questions with a scowl on your face and a headache forming.
this never stopsâ
âmiss (y/n)?â one-on-one meetings were the bane of your existence, but it was the only way to connect with your professors properly â here, geto calls you to talk about your latest essay where you were the last on the roster. by then, everyone has filed out with nobara waiting for you just outside the classroom.
âdonât have to call my name, iâm the only one here.â you mutter under your breath, and geto feels a little annoying today.
âwhat was that?â
ânothingââ
he hums, scooting his chair closer once you sit, and while you find the gesture a little weird, youâre overcome with just how good he smells and it only fuels your hatred more. itâs no fair that heâs so . .
âmiss (y/n).â you sigh with an apology, frankly not ready to hear how heâd be attacking your essay. it was written on a rushed timeline, you didnât cite your sources properly, you knew some criticism was warranted as much as you didnât like to hear it from your professorâs mouth.
â. . you do know you canât just rely on your brain, right?â geto speaks softly and you feel your heart flutter at his tone. he points to the places where you forget your in-text citations.
âbut professor, information about syntax and phonetics just comes like second nature . .â you mumble, ignoring how he closes his eyes and hisses, âand all the sources on the internet say different things.â
âthen just find a reliable one.â
you tsk, taking the paper from him and flipping to the next page, âwell, i did one here.â the paper makes a sound when you press your finger into it, aware of how close you are. from here you can feel the heat radiating off his body, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.
âtoo long ago, needs to be within five years.â getoâs lying through his teeth.
âno, it does not!â you pull back and look at him incredulously. ah, the feelingâs gone, ânot in language related papers, at least!â
âbut that claim was from the 2000âs, miss (y/n), for all we know it couldâve been resolved by then.â
âthen why didnât you say anything about chĆâs scholar article from the 1990âs?â youâre standing up, now, furrowed eyebrows depicting the very thing you feel: confusion, agitation at being treated like this. given you werenât in the best condition when you wrote this essay, but you still gave it your all.
âher argument was about the interconnectedness between the romance languages â yours,â he punctuates while leaning back in his chair. you donât like how your eyes flit down to his lap, but youâre forced to look up when he stands up too, âis about the use of ciphers in comparison to an immature language developed on the internet that created in the 2019s. any scholar claim before that would be void.â
your blood boils just like that day. alas, he had a good point, but like always, the gentle slit of his eyes and the all-knowing smile didnât match the bullying he was laying on you and you despise it.
even! even, as you notice how thereâs probably less than a inch between your faces as you puff out your chest to look more intimidating and yet geto suguru towers over you. and even when your heart beats loudly in your ears, feeling his hot breath fan over your own face while you donât miss how he licks his lips and glances down to yours not-so-secretly.
you swallow at the silence, until thereâs the annoying notification of his Outlook cutting the tension and soon youâre snatching the essay from him, walking to where your bag is. although you want to let your anger overflow, all you say is a tame, ânoted. thanks, profâ with a glare, eye twitching.
you made sure to slam the classroom door with shaky hands . .
. . but youâre not very good at capping your rage. âi swear to god! he better fucking check his mirror and admire himself because soon iâm going to beat him up so bad that everyone canât recognise him.â getoâs lips turn up in a small smirk at your flared expression he just witnessed â he just loves your dirty mouth and he finds himself thinking of it more and more often.
chĆ only can tut, âso you find him attractive?â
âwhat? how the hell did you infer that from my rant?â you scoff, shoving her to the side, not aware that your whispered outburst is heard as heâs packing up. he simply enjoys looking at you walk away through the glass slit of the door, hips swaying unknowingly.
âbad news, guys,â geto, or rather Uzumaki, sighs on screen, adjusting so the lens of the camera rested just below his collarbones. easily, his chat fills up with a mixture of horny comments and genuine questions, chuckling to himself as he unbuttons his shirt. he feels more like a sinner at this point, suddenly flustered with the confession heâs about to make.
âi think iâve taken quite a liking to someone,â geto hums, hands going to his trousers to palm his bulge. he had to get home immediately after that, cancelling his meetings for the day. with a single text to gojo, the white-haired man was excited to hear everything about this new person, thankful that his best friend will finally not be alone.
[g_bigdick_s]: TELL US! TELL US!!!! TELL US!
but professor geto is lost instantly, imagining you as he massages his erection. thinking about your anger transforming into pleasure, into obedience for him as he forces your mouth down on his cock. oh . . howâd your mouth and hands feel, howâd your pussy feel.
geto groans, already removing his dick from the constraints, and pumping it to full length. he doesnât even talk much, only the endless comments and tips reminding him he was still on live. spitting on his hand, he wraps his hand around himself again, thumbing the tip and hoping itâd be your tongue swirling around it.
what would you look like on your knees, taking each inch of his cock down your throat? would he be able to wipe the defiance off your face? would he be able to fuck his smart student, dumb?
âyou need a good destress, woman,â chĆ suggests over the phone, voice a bit uneven due to it being stuck in between her shoulder and ear, âgo on camstar or something, iâm sure youâll find something hot there.â
âchĆ, i am not going on a porn streaming website! iâll very much settle for my smut fics, thank you.â
âboo, donât you get bored? i get that normal adult industry videos are super inaccurate but . . when was the last time youâve watched an unfiltered, unedited jerk off vid? thatâs the hottest.â
you scoff, âyeah, like you would know, miss complain-whenever-you-get-dick-pics.â
âthatâs because itâs unsolicited! plus all the men who send me pics have ugly dicks. if anything iâm more open to get unsolicited pussy pics rather than consensual dick pics at this point.â your friend nonchalantly says, spreading her fingers to look at her manicured nails, âbut anyway, prof geto is on your ass too much lately. maybe he wants to get in your pants?â
you donât recoil at the suggestion as much as you expect to and youâre puzzled at that â âplease never say that again.â just as youâre saying this, youâre typing in camstar.org even though you told yourself not to but deep down, you know that youâve been craving more than just twitter links and porn with plot stories. on the front page, youâre seeing a video thumbnail of a guy with a fairly big . . feature, countless tattoos lining his body while you can catch a faint glimpse of his long hair in the dark room â itâs the only one that draws you in, other streams merging into a blur.
chĆâs voice fades off when you notice just how popular the stream is, cursor hovering over the title (âjust a ramblefap, need to release some tensionâ) almost tempting you to click.
âokay, will get back to you,â succumbing to your needs, you shamelessly grab your vibrator just as she cheers into the phone. you can hear thatâs my girl! on the other side as you stifle a smile, bidding a goodbye before you settle into bed. from there, you do what you always do: relax for a few, slow your breathing, get yourself wet a littleâ
click.
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you shove the vibrator under your pillow and bury your head into it, screaming.
âi mentioned in yesterdayâs lecture that Latin evolved from the dialects of the Italic peoples of ancient Italy, or Latium, a region in central western Italy. over time, Latin absorbed elements from other languages, such as Etruscan and Greek, and it became the main language of the western Mediterranean.â professor geto rambled on in classic geto fashion â it was his passion that made him so easy to listen to, as with the many enamoured girls with googly eyes and the guys who wish they could carry themselves the way geto did.
youâd say the same thing: his love for his subject of study made him attractive â charming even â as much as you didnât want to admit to your friend, but youâd be more open with your attraction like everyone is if he wasnâtâ
[9:52am, (y/n) -> chĆ đ] so fucking annoying and cocky and picking on me all the time!!!!!! im soooo sick of him im so serious omfg ....
but today, heâs looking less at you and more at other students, or even marvelling at the terrible paint job of the classroom as he goes from slide to slide. he talks about the derivation in which French separates from Latin, borrowing similar spellings and meanings from the old language while separating the way they are spoken.
âFrench is the most divergent of the romance languages because of strong Gallic and Frankish influences. The Celtic Gauls spoke a language similar to Old Dutch but adopted Latin as the Romans invaded Gaul.â you donât even have to look at him to get him thinking of lewd things, spiralling into his fantasies ever since last night. geto is a little fatigued, too, having lost sleep over his fucking student which he just canât help bothering. excitement at having you in class before is now turning into dread with every week that passes, and this week is just one instance.
âuhâ i-i know you guys arenât well-versed in either, but with your knowledge of both languages,â geto pulls at his tie. he feels hot, âdiscuss with your tutorial groups, the differences between the two and list down examples. just come up with one difference, but preferably name a few instances.â
[10:01am, (y/n) -> chĆ đ] wish u were here im so bored đđ profs acting so weird today tho
[10:01am, chĆ đ -> (y/n)] is he looking hot and bothered, nervous ??? like he wants to cry? im tellin you he wants you fr
of course sheâd come out of her sickness-induced sleep just to bother you about him having the hots for you.
[10:02am, (y/n) -> chĆ đ] youâre so ... i swear pls shut up he may want me but i do NOT want him
[10:03am, chĆ đ -> (y/n)] not even while you were just ranting about how his side profile looked a little too good in lecture yesterday?? anyway i hope youâll be able to get that nut tn đđŒ that guy on camstar sounded hot asf
[10:04am, (y/n) -> chĆ đ] ikr i cant believe i got cockblocked by a fuckin livestream ending đ thank you fr i need it atp
âany progress here?â he comes out behind you and you slam the phone so hard you give the both of you a scare while your other friends exchange giggles with each other. what you donât know, is how his arm is positioned upon the back of your chair and his whole body hovers just beside yours. youâre threatened to look, but you know if you do, youâd be falling deeper into the pit that you promised yourself not to fall into.
âyup, weâre just discussing things about how in terms of grammar, French has conjugation but almost no declension. butâ uh, it rather uses word order to express some of the intricacies that Latin expresses through word endings.â
you can see geto nod from your peripheral, âgood. good answer, any examples to show me?â
your friends nod towards you since youâre usually the one with all the information about different languages. they arenât foreign to the way geto keeps calling on you to answer him, too, so you shouldnât have any problem with this, right?
wrong. youâre stuttering through your answer, turning your head finally and being met with the sight of prof geto looking down on you like a deer caught in headlights. you think that being in lecture theatres, sitting near to the back and your hatred in general has desensitised you to the beauty of your professor, because being under him like this makes your core pulse uncomfortably and your voice shaky.
â. . hm? what was that?â
âi was uhmâ saying howâ uh,â the way geto nods at you makes you more nervous, painting you as someone who someone who had all bark and no bite, but the other knows very well that you had a nasty bite. youâre smart and witty, pretty, hot as fuck, and if anything, itâs taking everything in geto not to bend you over and show you your place in this very classroom in front of everyone, too.
âlittle lady got nothinâ for me today?â geto purses his lips and lets his teasing side take over, an easy-going smile taking over his features that you just want to kiss and slap off at the same time. wait.
âi didnât get enough sleep because i was too busy trying to rewrite the damn essay you said i had outdated and missing sources for,â you speak through gritted teeth, feeling a mixture of arousal and pure rage for the man hovering over you.
geto juts his lip out in a pout, face getting dangerously close to yours and challenging you. he just hopes your two friends wonât say anything, âwell, darling, if you picked an easier topic to argue about, you wouldnât be doing that, would you?â
âwell, sorry iâm always trying to outdo myself. are you, professor geto? what with your boring suits and black and white slide designs?â
you click your tongue and turn back to your phone to pull up your chat with chĆ while geto takes a deep breath, desperately hoping the hard-on wouldnât show through his slacks. your other two friends only giggle even more at the exchange, because for the rest of the class, professor geto is on edge, unable to teach coherently.
[11:17pm, chĆ đ -> (y/n)] YOU DID WHAAAAATTTTT...???? GIRL YOU SAID THAT???!!!!!!
[11:18pm, (y/n) -> chĆ đ] bro what if i get expelled.. i shouldnt have but he was pissing me off so much... i did put an apology in the end tho
by then, youâve already submitted your rewritten essay, putting in a short note at the end for your behaviour in class. although you donât take it back, youâre still trying to play it safe especially with how much you paid to get into university. you scroll along camstar, bored out of your mind and hoping to find something as compelling as the inked guy from last week, but nothing really draws you in. until youâre refreshing the page, and just like the previous time, the popularity of that same bulking guy seems to push his video to the top.
and finally, before youâre clicking into the video, you check out his profile: in his early thirties, started this account when he was 24 and in university. you smack your lips at that â heâs been doing this for almost ten years? thatâs dedication. in curiosity, you scroll down his account, seeing the progression of which this guy built up his figure and tattoos that litter his body. heâs kept the same format, camera showing his body chest down until youâre lazy to scroll more, a little disappointed in not being able to find any indication of his face.
you think that maybe you saw a glimpse of that wrist tattoo that matched the tattoo on your professorâs wrist, but you could just be imagining things.
âalright guys . .â the man on the screen huffs, clothes already discarded to get straight to the point, and youâre recording a small snippet of the same guy you told chĆ about. âhad a rough day today.â
the onslaught of comments going i can make u feel better!!! Take ur anger out on me Uzumaki-san makes you sputter and laugh, sending that video first before youâre taking another. your attention is stolen for a moment, seeing chĆ react with emojis to your video message (âletâs see what emails i got today, huh?â), but the structure of sentences that the man speaks soon brings you out of jollity and into shock.
âhow cute, an essay sent straight to my email.â geto wants to do anything but look at emails right now, but ever since heâs gotten your rewritten assignment, itâs all heâs wanted to check out if it wasnât for the many meetings and errands he had to run today. âyadda yadda . . oh?â
âiâm sorry for todayâs lesson,â purposely pausing to leave out his name, geto continues on, âi shouldnât have reacted in that way no matter the situation.â a smirk forms on his face while your body fills with dread. in your panic, you pull up your own document whilst catching all of this on camera, tracking each word as the man on camstar.org continues to say out your apology word by word.
and then bit by bit, youâre making out how the man behind the camera might, just might be your linguistics professor. the broad shoulders, the jawline, the long hair, the manspread . .
but even with your heightened combination of excitement and revelation, you donât click away, blindly sending the video to your friend and then shamefully digging under your pillow to grab your vibrator.
âteaching people is so difficult sometimes, guys,â he grunts, pulling down his underwear and revealing his already hard cock. he lets out a shaky sigh as he wraps a hand around his shaft, âyou usually get the people who wonât do any work, the ones who are absent half the time â usually they go hand in hand.â
professor geto laughs and you twitch at the lovely sound. âbut . . thereâs this one girl . . in my classesâ f-fuck.â
youâre entranced, watching your professor masturbate in front of thousands of people who possibly didnât know a thing about this man while you try to get your jaw off the floor, âwho is entirely different from these categories.â
âsheâs smart,â geto groans out and you watch transfixed as he starts to pump himself, hips grinding up into his palm, âsheâs so smart that iâd want to get to know her one day and just talk about anything.â
âs-sheâs so fucking attractive, too, you guys wonât evenâ oh goddd . .â you feel like youâre being watched, so youâre careful with how youâre putting your vibrator to your core and once you start it, the moan that leaves you lines up with getoâs deeper groans. it turns you on so damn much.
with his head tilted back, heâs long gone as he moves his hands faster and faster, the slick noises of his pre-cum and spit mixing in together â geto only wishes he could act on his desires once the course was over, but knows youâll probably be mortified at the prospect. at least here, he can imagine that itâs your mouth or cunt doing all the work.
âs-shitttt . .â the professor sounds out, hissing when he thumbs his tip and even more pre comes spilling out and while you watch, youâre hypnotised by the beautiful moans in its perfect cadence and the thickness of his cock. by now his chest is heaving and heâs holding onto his bedsheets so tight you wish it was your thighs.
âi want to fuck her silly, fuck all of those stupid facts out of her head and get her dumb on my cock,â geto whines, hips fully bucking up now while you press your vibrator deeper into your clit. youâre left wondering how his mouth would feel, to shut him up by pressing him into your cunt until he canât breathe, soak his stupid fucking suits, âwant to hear her moan my name.â
you whimper at all the things professor geto swears he wants to do to you, grinding into your hand while he speeds up as well. he doesnât speak, simply stroking himself as he thighs tense up and he squeezes his shaft with head full of visions of you in terribly lewd positions, making disgusting sounds, and all for him. it isnât long before geto cums with a loud drawn out moan, shooting his cum onto his torso with a sigh before taking a sticky hand to his lips, licking it off â âiâd want to see my cum dripping out of her one day.â
that sends a chill down to your core, biting your pillow before you release softly all over your hand and vibrator; you spend the rest of the night watching professor getoâs other videos.
[12:32am, chĆ đ -> (y/n)] oh. OH..........
âi shouldâve just taken an off-day today, i do not want to get back our results.â chĆ rubs at her eyes and temples, wanting anything to do with the return of test marks, but unfortunately it was the week after midterms and it was inevitable, âdonât need to ask you though, youâre probably not worried at all.â
âtrust me, i am,â you bite the inside of your cheek. itâs been at least . . two weeks after that whole debacle, and despite your intense vents with your friend and the continuous picking on by prof. geto, nothing out of the blue was happening. except, maybe, your growing physical need for your professor and your simultaneous, increasing hatred for him.
âitâs only midterms â you donât need to worry too much since it doesnât contain a high percentage. what you should be focusing on are your finals. weâll work on your shortcomings and mistakes here so you guys will do the best when the time comes.â
and when professor geto comes around to hand you your test, all you do is glare up through your lids, taking it from him before feeling your whole world crumble.
âa B+?!â your mouth gapes open at the blatant 65/100 mark that glares back at you. you know that you wouldâve gotten anything but a 65, willing yourself to study harder and harder just to rub it in his pretty little face that you werenât falling behind in his class. at this point itâs got to be personal, so soon, youâre packing up your things angrily with the intent to storm his office after your other classes.
itâs late in the afternoon when you finally finish your other tutorials on a short fuse, him clearly getting ready to head home by the darkness of his office when you shove your way through the door.
professor geto is sat in a laid-back position, tie hung on the hooks installed in the office and a few buttons are unbuttoned, revealing the very familiar tattoos youâve become acquainted with.
âto who do i owe the pleasure?â
âcut the crap, prof.,â you scowl, using your foot to slam the office door close. despite the late nights being buried in your sheets, you wonât let yourself be treated like this, âi deserved anything but a 65 on midterms.â
geto tilts his head, sitting up and gesturing out to you; you realise he wants to see your test paper.
âah!â with a finger, he makes a show of finding for your obvious mistakes which was minimal â but the way he marks obnoxiously tells you everything you need to know, âhere. your comprehension of the similarities between Latin and Ancient Greek was too surface level, you didnât explain whyââ
âi. did!â you press down into the paper like the first time, leaning over his table and reading out the exact answer you wrote just a few days ago, âhere, since your blind ass wants to act like i wasnât answering the question.â you push yourself into his desk more, eyes levelled with his. you dare him to say something smart.
âwell, your explanation of the six cases in Latin left out the locative, the last one, and there were some problems in the conjugation that the test asked of you.â
âbullshit. show me, if youâre so confident.â
professor geto knows heâs hit a dead-end. he was telling lies, full of it, but heâs enjoying every second of the anger that translates into your features, of the growl in your voice. he leans back further the more you close in on him.
ânothing, right? so tell me, do you hate me that much?â
geto simply laughs, crossing his arms and reminiscing on the many nights heâs spent doing anything but.
âquite the opposite, sweetheart.â the name catches you off-guard for a moment, but your sour face returns soon enough.
âthen what the fuck do you think youâre doing, picking endlessly on a student?â
your professor sits forward, prompting you to cower back. you think itâd be good to bring up whatever heâs got going on on camstar.org but youâll wait to a good moment before you say anything about your trump card, until geto snaps you out of your stupor by towering over you. the sheer difference makes you swallow.
âbecause i like seeing you flared up and angry and mad.â professor geto surprises you with each second, the nonchalance in which he said it, the stupid, attractive smirk on his face. nowâs the time.
you compose yourself, thinking of the best way to phrase this, âyou know youâre not entirely safe, either, you know. i could report you with the frequency in which youâre picking on me.â
you point a finger to his chest, thinking you could get him to lay off immediately with this as much as you were hoping he wouldnât. the attention was unwarranted but not entirely . . terrible, âthat wouldnât look so good on your record, right, Uzumaki-san?â
you relish in the surprise that seeps into getoâs pretty features but itâs a short-lived victory when he goes back into a relaxed state, expression neutral â âso you know.â
âknow . . what?â your professor pulls away and walks around his desk, finally in close proximity to you like heâs always wished.
âhow badly i want you.â he whispers, but doesnât go past that, rather letting you figure everything out for yourself.
ââ. . fuck her silly, fuck all of those stupid facts out of her headâ, right?â you mumble softly, not admitting to even chĆ that you had watched that livestream over and over enough to memorise the few sentences. geto wraps an arm around your waist to tug you closer, faces so close that you could just shut him up.
âgo on.â
âyou want me to go dumb on your cock,â professor geto mutters a correct which undeniably sends a thrill to your core.
âyou want to hear me to moan your name.â ââwant to hear her moan my name.â
a small smile spreads across his face (even if you left out the most important thing) as he finishes his own sentence with you, eyes clouded over with lust and your scent and heâs positive he can smell your soaked panties from here if he tries hard enough.
âthatâs right.â
âsooo . .â by god, you fucking hated the man, but seeing someone stroke their cock to just the thought of you â how could you pass off such a good opportunity? âdo you prefer professor geto, or suguru?â
geto groans at his first name usage, setting you on his desk and presses himself into you at the sound of papers flying to the floor, stationary falling to the ground. he can only hope no one walks in. heâs fully hard, loving how your legs naturally spread for him.
âwhatever you want, baby.â and after, itâs all history with the way geto crashes his lips into yours, letting you pull at his jacket and shirt, practically ripping open the buttons to see his tattoos that youâre begging to see. slowly, he lets you trace them while he kisses down your neck, roughly pulling your sweater off of you. you have the cutest tits, packaged nicely in your bra which he has no trouble taking off. thereâs a small sound that escapes his mouth when he unclasps your bra and your breasts come falling out.
âdidnât tell me you had such a nice pair . .â you giggle.
âyeah, like i would straight up tell my professor that.â with a hand, your hand follows the ink of his dragon that wraps around his body and torso, right down to his happy trail, âbut i mean, you get the honour of seeing it now.â
with a squeeze to his bulge, you whisper, âmaybe iâll let you fuck them next time.â
geto lets out a little moan, âfucking minx,â before he latches his mouth onto your nipple, kneading the other greedily. a soft moan leaves your mouth as you knead his erection, a culmination of your combined groans in the quiet office. soon heâs giving attention to the other, a hand trailing down into your panties where he rubs your clit to test the waters, and he smiles into your skin at the way your hand falters and your head hangs forward.
âp-professor . .â itâs clear geto canât wait, because he pushes a finger into you easily with how dripping wet you are, panties showing a dark patch of your juices. âsâ so thickââ
âi know, baby, gotta stretch you out,â a soft pop! is heard as he comes off your nipple before he meets your lips in a sloppy kiss. he shoves his tongue into your mouth the moment he pushes a second finger in and he swallows your moans, letting you feel around his body to dig your nails in â it was just too damn much.
âsoâ suguru, your f-fingers, theyâre soââ even with your protests, your hips grind up against his thick fingers that are pumping in and out of you, taking every last piece of fire in you as you succumb completely.
âwhat, miss (y/n)?â geto memorises the exact way all your previous blazing words are reduced to mere mewls and whimpers, alongside your pleas for more, more, more.
âi need somethingââ you whine when he pushes all the way inside, stretching your cunt so well as you clench around him like a vice and sucking him in, âi wanna make you feel goodââ
you get at least a little resolve in the time it took you to say that, drunkenly unbuckling his belt before pulling his cock out. his tip is positively leaking, fingers curling instinctively in your pussy and your moans mingle together again.
âcâmon, prof, please?â geto tuts, reluctantly removing his fingers from your cunt which he wish he could spend more of his time in, but gives in to you as you switch positions, pushing him against his own desk. from there youâre going to your knees, marvelling at the cock youâve watched on your very own screen.
âbetter than you imagined?â
you roll your eyes, âshut up or iâm blue-balling you.â
geto exhales forcefully, cut off when you put your mouth gently over his tip. you suckle on it like a pacifier, swirling your tongue around the mushroom head and looking up at him through your lashes; the sight is heavenly. the hair from his bun had fallen out, framing his pleasure-filled face, and the veins on his arms pop out so much from how harshly heâs grabbing the wood.
âf-fuck, baby . .â his words are lost once you start bobbing your head, encasing his shaft deep in your mouth as you suck and lick and slobber over his thick cock, using your hands to stroke the places you canât reach. a choked moan weasels itself out of geto when one of your hands deviate to play with his balls, squeezing lightly at the sack while you continue to lick the underside of his length.
âtake me like a slut, donât you?â geto says breathlessly, fingers going through your hair to gather the strands into a makeshift ponytail, cradling your head to guide your mouth, but he soon starts to thrust into your waiting mouth.
âwant me to fuck your dirty whore mouth?â your professor asks and you hate how much it turns you on as he brings you off to let you breathe for a moment. you stick out your tongue, big doe eyes just pleading to be used as your hands anchor themselves down to his belt loops.
âyâyes, prof., give me everything you got,â geto hums, seemingly satisfied with your answer as he taps your tongue with his tip, cock so heavy and thick it makes you whine a little before he shoves it in without warning. the moan that rumbles deep in your throat sends vibrations up his body and he starts a pace immediately.
âthatâs it, thatâs itââ you breathe through your nose as geto face fucks you, two hands covering the back of your head as he thrusts into your throat. your mouthâs just so damn warm and tight it has geto groaning non-stop while your eyes start to well up with tears. he uses you like a cocksleeve, abusing your throat each time his tip meets with it.
âfuuuckkâ yes, yes, your throatâs soââ geto tilts his head back when he buries his cock in you, the deepest heâs ever been and your nose meets with his pubes, the smell of his musk and sweat making your eyes roll back in pleasure. suguru is all grunts before moving again, the gagging, gawking noises filling the small space.
âmmhmâ mmf!â you moan around his length, trying your best to move your tongue along the underside of his cock. a hand goes down to quell the growing need of your cunt, slipping a finger or two in.
âdirty girl just canât think straight when she has aâ s-shitâ cock in her, huh?â
you hum in agreement, eyes fluttering when you feel his tip twitch in your mouth and geto spills right into your throat with a long moan. your lids flutter close, taking as much cum as you can before coming off with a deep breath. strings of his cum and your saliva connect you to his cock, the lewdness of it all showing clearly in how sloppily you sucked your professor off.
âopen.â and you show your tongue still full of his cum, taking the opportunity to lean down to let a ball of spit fall from his mouth. it drops painfully slow to your tongue, closing it only when you hear the rasp of swallow, âgood girl.â
âthink iâve kept you waiting for too long, need to be in you,â geto brings you up by your upper arms, propping you up nicely onto his desk where you already start to leak into the wood, âdo you want me to be in you?â
âonly if you promise to stop picking on me, prof.,â you pout. really, a changed girl once you get some cock, huh?
âbut youâre too cute not to bother, baby.â your pout deepens and geto feels a tug on his heart. oh, you were too adorable, knowing youâd kill him the next time he mentions this. he hopes theyâll be a next time.
âi mean it, suguru,â you murmur as he uses his tip to play with your juices, smearing it around your cunt. âtreat me like a proper person.â
âcan i at least treat you like a slut behind closed doors?â
you bit your lip, heâs asking for a next time, and who are you to reject him?
âwhatever you want, professor,â you wiggle your hips along his cock, hoping for some friction which he grants to you with no problem, âuse me. treat me like your cum dump.â
geto hisses at your tightness and your words as he bottoms out in you. heâs had your pussy once and already cannot get enough of you, moaning each time he moves in and out of your cunt. your walls hug him so snugly, sucking his cock in endlessly.
âbaby, baby, baaaby . . your pussyâs so fuckinââ goodââ he grunts into your ears, hips starting to thrust slowly into you. he swears he can see you in your tummy, asking you to look down, âlook at how deep i am in you, sweetheart.â
you moan at just how big he was as you glance down, but youâre more focused on the way your pussy spreads for him, the cute veins on his length as he moves in you. youâre leaking so much that itâs effortlessly, the way he rams into you.
âsuguâ suguru . . mmfuckââ geto groans upon feeling you rub your clit, your own hips bucking needily into his own as your juices start to drip down his balls. this was everything that he hoped would happen; your features morphed into pleasure, you descending into stupidity just from some dick, feeling your pussy, finally.
âhear yourself?â your professor proposes the question and youâre confused for a moment until he slows down and you whine at the sudden change, brought to attention just how soaking you were. the soft shlick, shlick, shlick sounds take your breath away, as with the translucent sheen of your juices coating his cock.
there, your professor resumes his pace, âhear how fuckinâ sloppy this pussy is for me. listen to her,â your senses are all overwhelmed: by how he hits all your sweet spots, the sweat on your back, your fast-beating heart and you let out a mangled whimper, âyesss . . thatâs what i like to hear.â
geto smirks at how you canât even answer, picking up his pace into a regular one. with his cock buried deep in you, you have no choice but to let your body move with his thrusts, jerking each time his balls meet your ass noisily.
âis this what the little lady needed? just some professor cock to get her to not be so damn uptight!â
âyâyessss . .â youâre delirious, âyesyesyes, suguru!â you squeal when he holds your legs up and pushes your legs into your chest, tongue lolling out at the deepness that he was in you.
âfucking slut,â geto mumbled, hips turning sloppy with fatigue taking over, but your cunt was just too good to stop, âwhere dâyou want me to cum, baby?â he knows youâll answer how he wants you to, especially after watching his livestreamâ
âi-insideâ inside, pleaseplease,â the circles on your clit are messy, now, chasing your high more than ever, but your pussy is grasping onto him like a vice, prompting groans deep from his throat. âwant your cum dripping out of me, profââ
those words alone has geto shooting his load with a strangled grunt, switching to shallow, quick thrusts to pump you full of his cum. it comes out in hot, thick spurts, filling your insides more and more until it spills out the sides and you follow soon after, whole body convulsing from the intense orgasm you canât stop shaking violently.
âtake itâ thatâs it, attagirl,â he whines out, stroking his length to make sure youâre getting every last drop out of him, âtake all my cum . .â
geto is sure heâs getting old by the way he feels lightheaded, having had to hold onto the edge of the table for a minute â but in that 60 seconds youâve stumbled off the table and laid your chest over it, perking your ass up where your pussy continues to leak hot, white cum.
your professor takes one good look at your ass, hands going up to knead at them and spreads your cheeks. with his tongue, he eats his cum out of you, making your jerk at the sensitivity.
âoops, iâve cleaned you up of my cum â guess i gotta give you a couple more loads,â geto props a leg up, eating you out, âitâs only right since my brightest student has suffered so much at my hands . .â
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Happy Valentine's Day, Javier Peña
Summary: You've never been the biggest fan of Valentine's Day. But when you and Javi celebrate it for the first time together, he goes out of his way to make sure it's everything you want and more.
Pairing: Fiancé!Javier Peña x F!Reader (Reader's nickname is Osita, no use of Y/N)
Word Count: 5.4K
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (don't do that pls), face sitting, oral (f receiving), creampie, praise kink, breeding kink (it's me), PREMATURE EJACULATION, cumming untouched, subby Javi (he is no better than a teenage boy and can barley keep it together bc he is so obsessed with you AH), Javi picks you up to carry you, Javi being a hopeless romantic, sweet, cute fluff bc I said so
A/N: HEYOOOO. It's me, back with our favorite menace couple đ€Ș You know damn well Javi goes all out for Valentine's Day, bc Javier Peña is a man in LOVE and the world's biggest softie (I will not be taking counter arguments, it's fact). So in love, in fact, that sometimes, things are finished before they're even started!!! Happy Valentine's Day, Y'all!! đ«Łđ Unbeta'd bc my body won't let me sleep and I'm too exhausted to edit
Can be read as a stand alone, or as a part of the Never Too Late Series!
You hated Valentineâs Day.Â
Well⊠Hate was a strong word, but it was the only word strong enough to try and convince Javi that the last thing he needed to worry about doing was going all out for you on a Wednesday in the middle of February. Because for a very long time, all Valentineâs day was for you was just that- another day in the middle of winter.Â
For as long as you could remember, you had either spent Valentineâs day alone, wishing you had someone special to share it with, or the person you were sharing it with really didnât give a shit about you, bought you some chocolate and flowers to cover their ass and called it a day. Your most recent ex had been kind enough to follow your request about not making the holiday anything special by forgetting about it completely and ditching you to go to a hockey game with his friends and then drunkenly calling you to come pick him up that night.Â
It was safe to say that Valentineâs day really didnât mean much to you at all, or at least you thought it wouldnât, until youâd met Javier Peña- A man who had quite literally bumped into you and proceeded to change the course of your life for the better and found yourself falling head over heels for, so much so, that it didnât take you long to realize there was no one else that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with than him- leaving your first Valentineâs day together also the first time celebrating the holiday with your fiancĂ©, now that the two of you had gotten engaged. It also meant your first of many years of having to convince Javi that he really didnât need to do anything special for you to celebrate, and that just getting to spend time with him was more than enough for you.Â
Unfortunately, it was not good enough for Javi.Â
âBaby, Iâm being serious, I promise I do not care. I would be happy if all we did was got pizza and watched TV together. All I wanna do for Valentineâs Day is just spend time with you. I donât need a random weekday in February for you to prove that you love me, I think youâve already proven that, Jav.â You laughed, pausing from washing dishes to pull your left hand out of the kitchen sink to point to the engagement ring on your finger. You found yourself now laughing even harder at Javiâs audible sigh as he snuck behind you, flushing his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, practically feeling the weight of his signature puppy dog pout drooping on you.Â
âI know, but itâs Valentineâs Day. Iâm not gonna not do anything. And you deserve much more than pizza.â Javi sighed, pressing a kiss on your cheek, squeezing you in his grasp just a little tighter, making you giggle as he flipped you around to face him, caging you under his broad body against the kitchen counter. âYou have to let me do something for you, Hermosa.âÂ
âI donât know Jav, pizza does sound really good. You really think youâre gonna be able to top pizza?â You teased, raising your eyebrow at him and sporting a sarcastic smirk as he rolled his eyes at you.Â
âOh shut up, you dork. Seriously, Osita. I totally get if you donât wanna do anything big, but, I am not doing nothing for my beautiful fiancĂ© on Valentineâs Day. You deserve it. How about this? If you donât wanna go out, then I am making us reservations here at Restaurant Peña.âÂ
âOh, Restaurant Peña? They must be new around here, never heard of them before. Does the chef take requests?â You smirked, biting down on your lip to keep your goofy grin from growing between your cheeks, only giggling more as Javi leaned in to pepper ticklish kisses across your face.Â
âNormally, no, but I have a feeling the chef can make an exception for you.
âDoes the chef make pizza?âÂ
âThe chef will make fucking pizza if you want pizza.â Javi laughed, rolling his eyes, tightening his grip around your waist, lifting you up and spinning you around in a fit of laughter before setting you down on top of the kitchen counter, slotting himself in the open space in between your legs and digging his fingers into your hips. âWhatever you want, baby, Iâll make it for you.âÂ
âYou choose, Chef Peña. Surprise me.âÂ
âHermosa, you hate surprises.âÂ
âWell, then whatever youâre making better be good.â You shrugged, cocking your head to the side with a smug grin.Â
âYouâre ridiculous, I hope you know that.âÂ
âYeah, no shocker there. Seriously though, thank you, Javi. This is really sweet of you. You know you donât-â
Cutting you off, Javi brought his lips to yours, cradling your jaw as he swallowed the rest of your sentence, making your heart flutter from the electric kiss your fiance had just given you to politely shut you up.Â
âI know I donât. But I want to. Te amo, tozuda (I love you, stubborn).âÂ
âI love you too, pendejo (jerk). Now help me down, I have dishes to finish and a menu to plan for Laredoâs newest top chef.âÂ
As you pulled up to the parking lot of your apartment, you shouldnât have been surprised to see that Javi had already beat you home to get a head start on your Valentineâs Day dinner, laughing to yourself in disbelief, wondering how you had gotten so lucky that you had found someone that genuinely cared this much about making something so special just for you.Â
As you fumbled for your keys and pushed open your front door, you saw your apartment was dimly lit, candles scattered around the living room and kitchen, the shadows of the flames flickering and dancing along the walls. You could hear soft music and pans sizzling in the kitchen, along with the sweet humming of Javiâs voice. You closed the door behind you, taking a few more shocked steps into the living room before Javi noticed your presence.Â
He grinned, quickly setting down what he was working and wiping his hands on the towel he had tucked in his waistband while he was cooking before coming over to cup your face for a long, sweet kiss that made your heart race, leaving you speechless. Â
âHappy Valentineâs Day, mi amor.â He cooed, now pulling away from his embrace to reach behind you for the bouquet of daisies that had been hiding on the entryway table, handing them over to you with another peck on the cheek.Â
âJavi, these are, baby, these are beautiful. Did you- you left work early just to do all this?â You grinned, burying your nose in the flowers before looking around the living room to admire the setup Javi had prepared for the two of you, finally meeting his soft, sweet gaze staring down at you.Â
âMaybe. Youâre Restaurant Peñaâs first customer, wanted to make a good impression. Speaking of which, dinner is almost done, and as much as I would love to do nothing but stand here and kiss you, the chef doesnât want to be the first meal he serves to be burned to a crisp.âÂ
âWell in that case,â You paused, giggling as you pressed up on your tiptoes to press a kiss onto his plush lips, âI better go change for this classy event. Canât wait to see what the chef has in store.âÂ
Handing your flowers back to Javi, you set down the rest of your things from work, and quickly scampered back towards your bedroom, peeking back out of the doorway to shoot Javi a quick wink, making him quietly laugh to himself as he ran his hand over the back of his neck, shaking his head, trying to hide the completely lovestruck smirk plastered all over his face before heading back to the kitchen.Â
Gently closing the door behind you, your face mirrored Javiâs, heat creeping through your cheeks, grinning to yourself as you made your way to your dresser, starting to shuffle through your top drawer, looking for personal Valentineâs Day gift for your fiancĂ© that had been hidden away under your folded piles of socks and underwear.Â
After digging for a few moments, you felt the lacy texture running through your fingers, pulling out the new lingerie set you had bought a few days ago to surprise Javi with. You quickly shimmied out of your work clothes, tossing them into the laundry basket next to your bed before slipping the delicate fabric over your body. Although this wasn't the first time you had surprised Javi with an outfit like this, youâd never get over his awestruck reaction, watching his eyes grow wide with his hungry gaze, ravishing in every inch of you, barley keeping himself together enough even remain coherent as you revealed yourself to him.Â
Giving yourself a once over in the mirror, you pulled one of your nicer, fitted black dresses out of your closet, hiding the matching red bra and thong held up by the lacy garters around your thighs, quickly touching up your hair and makeup from your long work day before making your way back out into the kitchen to greet Javi, back turned to you as he picked up two plates off the counter to bring to the table, nearly dropping them in the process as he turned around to see you standing in front of him.Â
âFuck meâŠâ He muttered under his breath, his jaw nearly dropping as he gave you another once over after looking you up and down, having to shake his head to snap himself back to reality, having enough sense to set his plates full of food down on the table before they ended up on the floor. âBaby, you look- fuck, you look fucking stunning.âÂ
âI heard Restaurant Peñaâs a nice place, figured I should dress for the occasion. Plus,â You smirked, taking the few steps to close the space between you and Javi, draping your arms over his shoulders and pressing up on your tiptoes to giggle in his ear, âI heard the chef here is really sexy. Iâm really hoping that heâs free after dinner so I can treat him to some dessert.âÂ
âJesus fucking Christ⊠Hermosa, if you keep talking like that, weâre not gonna make it to dinner.â Javi groaned, biting down on his lip as he looked down at your mischievous grin, letting out another deep breath as his hands traveled down the curves of your waist, reaching around to grab a handful of your ass, kneading it over the fitted fabric covering it. âFuck⊠can we just skip dinner and go straight to des-âÂ
âJavi! No! You made me this whole delicious meal, I am not letting you skip this because you canât keep it in your pants, mister.â You teased, giving Javi a playful nudge, taking a step back to cross your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow at him to tease him, even you knew damn well you would have been more than happy to give in to Javiâs plan, but the gurgle in your stomach and the inkling you were going to need some energy for the night ahead gave you enough logic to at least have some rational thinking left in your brain.Â
âFineâŠâ Javi sighed, holding up his hands in defense, laughing at your sassy remark, stepping back to the table to put both your plates in their rightful spots before making his way over to your chair to pull it out for you, leaning down to whisper in your ear as you sat down, the hot breath of his words dancing across your neck as he spoke. âCan you blame me when you look like this? You keep fucking teasing me like that, Hermosa, and dessertâs about to get very interesting.âÂ
You could feel the rasp of his voice shoot straight to your core, your thighs instinctively clenching together to try to keep the ache growing between your legs at bay, letting the softest moan escape from your lips, using every ounce of brain power you had left to try and conjure up some sort of response.Â
âYeah? Is that a threat or a promise?âÂ
âDepends, which one do you want it to be?âÂ
âWhatever the chef wants.âÂ
Although the dinner that Javi had cooked was absolutely delicious, after adding a few glasses of wine during your meal to the already thick and palpable sexual tension in your kitchen was not helping either of your causes, the two of you probably rushing through eating much faster than you had intended to when the night had begun.Â
Taking the final sips left in your glass and watching the last bits of your plate cleared, all your inhibitions had been thrown out the window, giving Javi longing look as you stood up out of your chair, pushing in your seat and slowly slinking your way over to Javi, lifting your leg over his lap as you straddled him in his spot, your hands slowly running up and down his chest, toying with the buttons of his dress shirt and carefully unbuttoning button by button as you nipped at his ear.Â
âSo, are you ready for dessert? I think I have a treat for you that youâre gonna like.â You rasped, trailing kisses across his neck and jaw, your lips meeting his in an electric passion, catching the muffled moan escaping his mouth as you began swirling your hips feeling the bulge beginning to grow in his pants.Â
âFuck⊠Yeah? You gonna tell me what it is, huh, Hermosa?â Javi groaned, his hands wrapping around your waist, fingers digging into your hips, pressing you down further into his crotch, making you whine as you felt his hard length beneath you rubbing against you, only fueling the fire burning in your stomach and the wet patch growing in your underwear.Â
âWhy donât you take me to the bedroom and find out.âÂ
You could barley finish your sentence before Javi was tightening his grip around you, standing up out of the chair to lift you up as he stood, carrying you to the bedroom as you stumbled down the hallway, becoming a tangled mess of tongue and teeth as the back of Javiâs knees finally hit the bed, situating you back in his lap. His hands roamed relentlessly over your body, letting his hands creep up your thighs, pushing up your dress high enough to stop in his tracks as he felt the lace of your garter band, a low groan rumbling in his chest at the realization of what treat you had to offer for him.Â
âOh fuck⊠Baby, are you- what do you have on under here?â He asked, breathlessly, very clearly knowing the answer before he had even asked the question, his hands now pushing further up your legs, his fingers dancing across the delicate waistband of your thong as he looked up at you with his pleading brown eyes, now growing darker and darker with lust.Â
âHappy Valentineâs Day, Javi.â You mewled, reaching behind you to unzip the back of your dress, letting it fall of your shoulders and reveal the red bustier underneath, the floral, lacy pattern leaving very little to the imagination, and leaving Javiâs jaw to practically drop to the floor as you showed off your hidden outfit.Â
âOsita⊠Fuck⊠This all for me, sweet girl? Jesus Christ.â he practically whispered to himself in disbelief, soaking in every inch of you as you stepped of back off his lap to let your dress fall to the floor, unveiling your lingerie in its entirety in front of him. Letting his elbows rest on his knees, he brought his hand over his mouth, gaping open in awe, soon balling his hand into a fist and biting down on his knuckle as you slowly turned around in a circle, showing off all angles of yourself before meeting Javiâs gaze again, smirking to yourself at the incomprehensible mess your fiance had become.Â
âYou like it?â You giggled, raising a knowing eyebrow at Javi as you stepped back towards him, running your hands up his strong thighs hanging over the edge of the bed, letting your fingers barley brush over the undeniable tent in his pants, teasing at his belt buckle before dragging your hands back down, resting on his knees.Â
âY-yeah, I- yeah, fuck.â Javi gulped, the adamâs apple in his throat bobbing as he swallowed, trying to find a way to string together a coherent sentence as you let your fingers trace over his legs and crotch, melting into a puddle under your touch.Â
âYeah? I had a feeling.â You smirked, now palming at the bulge in his pants more firmly, eliciting another audible moan from Javi, his breath becoming heavy and shaky as you sat yourself back over his lap, your ass resting perfectly on top of his erection as you began to slowly swirl your hips over his. Your hands worked their way down the rest of the buttons of his shirt, creeping between the parted fabric to rest your hands on his bare chest, nestling your face in the crook of his neck as you sucked at his pulse point, whispering against his skin. âYou gonna be a good boy and let me take care of you, baby?âÂ
There were few times in his life where Javier Peña had found himself at a complete loss for words, but you had him wrapped around your finger as you sat in his lap, all dressed up just for him, whispering sweet praises in his ear did something to him that even he couldnât quite comprehend. Truth be told, the only thought he could process right now was the all too familiar clench in his stomach and tightening in his balls leaving him on the verge of busting in his pants before you had even touched him.Â
Scrunching his face in concentration, Javi nodded rapidly as his hands dug a bruising grip into your hips, every grind of your ass against his crotch only tightening the undeniable knot in his gut. Javi was convinced heâd be strong enough to keep it in check, as long he could use every ounce of his being to focus on not falling apart. But that was before you decided to fight dirty and press every button you knew to make Javi absolutely crumble.Â
âFuck, youâre so hard for me, baby. You want me to touch you, Javi? Let me make you feel good, sweet boy.â You cooed, nipping at his ear as your hands ran through the thick, dark curls of his hair before sliding down the width of his broad shoulders, sliding his shirt down his arms and gripping around his biceps as you sunk your hips deeper and deeper into his lap.Â
Before he even had time to process what was happening, Javi found himself instinctively bucking his hips up into you, holding on to you for dear life as he let out an absolutely wrecked moan, slumping his head into your shoulder as you felt a warm, wet sensation begin to spread below you.Â
âFuck⊠Fuck meâŠâ He whispered, silently cursing himself over his shallow breathing, making you pause in confusion as you looked down at Javi, taking a moment to quickly piece together in your brain what had just happened.Â
Javi had just cum in his pants like a fucking teenager.Â
âJaviâŠJavi, did you just-âÂ
âFuck. Fuck, Iâm- Iâm sorry. Fuck me.â Javi grimaced, running his hand over his face, tilting his head back up towards the ceiling, his cheeks turning red in pained embarrassment, not even able to bring himself to make eye contact with you until you brought your hand under his cheek, gently cupping his jaw and forcing his gaze onto you, locking his lips in an intense kiss before either of you had the chance to speak.Â
âWell, thatâs a first.â You giggled, trying your best to lighten Javiâs clearly distraught mood, feeling his pouty frown through your kiss. âJavi, itâs okay, we can just- Oh!âÂ
Before you could finish your sentence, Javiâs back was to the bed, dragging your body across his chest until you were straddling just below his shoulders, his hands digging into your ass and pulling you closer towards him.Â
âNuh uh. I just need a few. Lemme make you feel good, baby. Please. Fuck, Iâm sorry, youâre just so fucking sexy, I couldnât help myself. Let me make it up to you, please, Osita.âÂ
It wasnât very often that you found yourself like this- you being the one who turned Javi into a whimpering and babbling mess, begging for forgiveness. And even though it was a position you found yourself in often, you very well knew that you were going to take advantage of every last second.Â
âOh yeah? And how are you planning on making it up to me, Javi?â You cooed, cocking your head to the side apathetically, arms crossed over your chest as you sat straddling Javiâs.Â
âSit on my face, baby, please. Fuck, Iâll make you cum as many times as you want. I wanna taste you so bad.â Javi moaned, his sweet, brown eyes pleading with you for just a taste of the arousal that had been steadily pooling between your legs.Â
âYeah?â You paused, leaning down to capture his mouth in a passionate kiss, your teeth tugging at his plush bottom lip as you pulled away to nip at his jaw, âand what if I still want you to fill me up after youâre done? What if I need you to fuck me full of you?âÂ
âJesus fuckâŠâ Javi groaned under his shallow breathing, âIâll give you whatever you want, Hermosa. I promise.âÂ
âGood boy.â You mewled, running your hands through the sweat-dampened curls of his hair before shuffling your body so your lace covered and soaking heat was hovering over Javiâs face. You began to slowly lower yourself down, Javiâs fingertips gripping the flesh of your hips, forcing you to shift your weight onto him, making you moan as you felt his strong nose brush against your clit, nudging your panties out of the way. You could feel the width of his tongue dragging along your cunt, slowly and deliberately working himself along your sensitive bundle of nerves. His face nestled between your legs, he took his time with each lick, taking extra time to press harder on the spots he knew made you weak, loving how wrecked he could tell you already were as you rolled your hips over his face. You could practically feel his smirk buried in your pussy as the movements of his tongue became more precise, flicking at your clit making you whimper as you braced your hands by burying them in his hair, tugging at the ends of his thick curls.Â
âJavi⊠Fuck, oh my god.â You cried, feeling the tension begin to build in your belly as Javi wrapped his plush lips around your mound, sucking feverishly as you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding down harder, the hairs of his mustache brushing against your thighs. You could feel him hum in approval against your cunt as your back began to arch, a familiar tingle growing at the base of your spine as his mouth latched firmer around your clit, desperate to make you come undone.Â
âFuck, baby- oh shit- Javi, donât stop, fuck, fuck, Iâm so close. Fuck, Iâm- mhhhmmmmmm.â Your orgasm crashed through you, pleasure overtaking your body as you came, whimpering and moaning. Your orgasm crashed through you, pleasure overtaking your body as you came, whimpering and moaning Javiâs name as he dug his fingers deeper into your flesh, holding you against him as he continued to work you through your high.Â
Dipping his tongue into your hole, his muscle plunged into your cunt, drinking up your arousal while the bridge of his nose brushed against your clit, making good on his promise to redeem himself from earlier, not letting up until he felt your body tense and legs begin to shake as you came again, feeling about as sturdy as a pile of jello at this point.Â
Your body went slack, draping your upper half over Javiâs body as you felt his face free from out from under you, looking down to see his face glistening in your slick, accompanied by a boyish grin and pleading eyes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and gazing back up at you.Â
You had caught your breath enough to sit yourself back up, looking over your shoulder to see the bulge in Javiâs pants was back in full force, slowly scooting your way down his chest and stomach to sit yourself back on his lap, grinding your hips in his, circling slowly over his painfully hard bulge, digging deeper and deeper with each sway of your hips. You slid your hands up his chest, into his hair, gently tugging at his dark curls as you rocked against him. You could tell how hard Javi was trying to control himself, breathing heavily and clenching his jaw as he watched you, the moans escaping from his mouth only becoming louder as you began to gently tug at the straps of your bra, letting them fall from your shoulders, teasing him even further.Â
âYou think youâre ready for me, baby? Youâre gonna be a good boy and fill me up like you promised? You smirked, slipping your hands behind your back, you unclasped the hooks holding your top together, letting it drop to the floor and leave your top completely bare.Â
âPromise.â He sighed, voice trembling, feeling the muscles in his body tense with your question. Â
âGood.â You smirked, âGotta ask nicely, though.âÂ
âOsita, please, baby, fuck- please.â Javi whined, his voice ragged and wanting as his brown eyes met with yours, watching you crawl up over him, your hands now working at his belt buckle. The metal clinked as you pushed his pants down his hips before ever so gently tugging at the waistband of his boxers, already tented from his stiffness.
âPlease, what, sweet boy?â You cooed, pulling just enough to let his cock spring free, revealing how painfully hard he was, his tip dark red and leaking with precum that had left additional stains on his boxers, mixing with his premature spend from earlier.Â
âHermosa, please. Please, baby. I need you to fuck me, please.â Javi whimpered as you settled yourself on top of his legs, your hands now creeping towards his shaft.Â
âThatâs better. So handsome when you beg. Need me to take care of you? Iâll take care of you, baby.â You wrapped your hand around his cock, thumbing at the precum dripping out of his tip and rubbing it around his head before taking the same hand and running it through your folds, collecting the arousal that had been rapidly pooling between your legs and using the mixture to stroke him.Â
With his shaft sufficiently slick, the both of you gasped as you sunk down on Javiâs length, his cock bumping against your cervix as you took every inch of him inside you, taking a moment to adjust to the sweet sting of his fullness. âFuck, you feel so good, Javi. I love feeling you inside me. Canât wait to feel you dripping down my thighs. Gonna keep me full of you all night.âÂ
The groan Javi let out was low and deep, feeling your hands rest against his chest as your hips rolled back and forth, burying Javiâs cock deep inside the warm, wet walls of your cunt. The hairs at the base of Javiâs cock rubbed deliciously on your clit, the sensation of that, combined with how frantically you were rocking your hips back and forth had your heart racing, so worked up from trying to keep your cool that you could feel the tingle building at the base of your spine rapidly.Â
âI will. Please let me, I will. Iâll fuck myself so deep inside you youâll be dripping out of me for days. Fuck, I wanna cum so deep in you, please, Osita. Please, baby.âÂ
You could tell Javi was close, too- The gritting of his teeth, the wild and wanting look in his sweet brown eyes, the sloppy pace of his dick pounding into you, all the tells you knew far too well to realize he was quickly about to come undone again. The arousal pooling in your belly continued to build, the lewd noises of your wetness and mixed moans coating the walls of your bedroom as your fingers dug into the skin of Javiâs chest.
âFuck, fuck- I love you, Javi. Holy shit- Iâm so close. I need you to fill me up, baby.âÂ
âI love you too, Hermosa. Iâm not gonna last much longer either, so fucking wet and tight, oh my god- Iâm gonna fill you up so good, baby. I promise, promise Iâll be a good boy and fuck every last drop in you.âÂ
It wasnât often that you had seen Javi turn into such a mess, watching him whimper and beg to with such desperation and neediness, barely hanging on by a thread from the moment you had crossed the threshold of your bedroom, and holy shit, it was the hottest thing youâd ever seen. Javi had already cum once without you even touching him, and now, he was so worked up he was teetering on the brink of falling apart again.Â
In a frantic desperation, Javi sat himself up, caging your chest against his, wrapping his arms around your back as he held you in his lap, his face buried in the crook of your neck, sweaty curls of his hair resting against your shoulder, while he fucked up into you, each thrust becoming reckless than the last. Â
âOh fuck, Javi, fuck, donât stop- fuck, fuck, Iâm gonn-ahhhhhâÂ
The coil building in your belly snapped, screaming Javiâs name over and over again as your cunt clenched around his cock, feeling your orgasm flood your body with pleasure. You braced your hands on Javiâs chest as you felt your body go numb, euphoria flowing through your veins while Javi fucked you through your high, quickly chasing his own.Â
âThatâs it baby. Fuck, Mierda- God, youâre so fucking perfect. Tu eres mio para siempre. Mi amor, mi vida, fuck, te amo mĂĄs de lo que las palabras pueden decir. (Youâre mine forever. My love, my life, fuck, I love you more than words can say). Jesus, fuck- Oh fuck, Osita, fuck, Iâm gonna cum too, I-â Javi quickly followed behind you, thrusting a few more times up into you before letting out a low, ragged groan as he spilled deep inside your pussy, his warm spend coating your walls, making sure to milk himself of every last drop, as promised. You could feel the mixture of the both of you leaking down your legs into Javiâs lap as you sat on top of him, his dick still pulsing as your chests heaved in sync, squeezing your eyes tightly to try and bring yourself back to earth.Â
âJesus Fucking ChristâŠâ Javi muttered under his breath, his body still slumped into yours until you began running your fingers through his hair, prompting him to look back up at you, the blissed out grins on both your faces making you let out a quiet laugh of surprised disbelief at what had just happened.Â
âHappy Valentineâs Day, Javier Pena.â You giggled, cupping his face, tilting it up towards yours and locking his lips in a long and tender kiss.Â
âHappy fucking Valentineâs Day, baby. Fuck, that was hot. Sorry, uh- sorry about earlier.â He sighed sheepishly, gesturing over to the very thoroughly stained pair of pants now lying in a crumpled heap on the floor.Â
âItâs okay. Definitely a good confidence booster if me putting some lingerie on for you is enough to make you blow your load faster than a middle school boy.â You snickered, giving Javi a playful nudge as he rolled his eyes at you, letting out a little sigh.Â
âShut up. You have no fucking idea. God, youâre so fucking sexy, you know that? I canât believe you get to be my Valentine for the rest of my life. Iâm a lucky fucking man, Iâll tell you that much.âÂ
âI could say the same, handsome. I love you, Javi. Alright, what do you say we go clean up so we can have real dessert. I have a whole plate full of cookies left over from our class party, along with some very questionable candy from several 3rd graders.âÂ
âSounds like the perfect plan to me.â
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Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader
Summary: Joel is exhausted, you're there to make him feel better.
Rating: Explicit 18+
Content Warnings: Post Outbreak; QZ Joel Miller; Somnophilia; Established Relationship; Friends With Benefits, kinda; Free Use; PIV Sex; Unprotected Sex; Creampie; Kind of mean and uncaring Joel, but at least he makes you cum; Rough Sex; Somno may or may not have been previously discussed, but she's okay with it happening; He's in kind of in a hopeless and numb state of mind (likely thing for Joel Miller to be)
A/N: idk man whatever i might look into religion after this
Word Count: 1.4K
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10:05 PM
Heâs exhausted.
That sort of tiredness that takes you away from yourself. The sort that takes away rest and peace and the ability to let go. Like youâve crossed over the edge of the world where sleep is no longer possible, and all you are is sore and dirty and beaten, and you donât think youâll ever rest again. Itâs just the too hard day, and the too hot sun, and a night that wonât ever end.
 And Joel is tired.Â
He knows if he falls into bed now, he wonât sleep. Heâll stare up at the water stained ceiling, the cracks in the plaster deeper than the cracks in his mind, and heâll find no rest and no peace and no forget, and all heâll do is remember.Â
Pulling his shirt over his head as he goes, he toes one unlaced boot off and then the other, the sweat damp cotton sticking cold and tacky to his back, and it peels off slow, a little disgusting, the grime of his shift all along his skin, in his hair, between his toes and under his fingernails and looking at you, the slow rise and fall of your shoulder as you sleep so peacefully, he knows he shouldnât touch you, have you, know you.Â
He doesnât really care.
The button of his jeans, sticky, warm summer night air against his already hardening cock, and he watches you. Youâre wearing a little white tank, worn and frayed and old as a long past life, ratty panties, too hot to pull the sheet over yourself, nothing but a sheen of sweat for cover. Youâre beautiful in the way things arenât beautiful anymore. Beautiful in a way that makes him not want you. But youâre here, and youâre his, and you give him things he doesnât deserve, yourself, and Joel is a selfish creature now, bad and bristled in the way this new world demands, so he takes.Â
All the time Joel Miller takes things.Â
He doesnât love you because he canât, because he doesn't have it in him. But thereâs peace here, or comfort, or something easy and silent and freely given. Understanding, maybe, which is all anyone can ask for anymore. He shucks his grime covered jeans and crawls over you, and he shouldnât touch you, never should have, but he does because, again, heâs selfish, he touches you because you let him, because he has nothing else but this to feel good and man about.Â
Hooking his fingers beneath the edge of your panties he pulls them down, slow and steady, watching the rise and fall of your ribs, steady heart in the steady rhythm of your breath. Youâre still asleep, and heâs going to have you because he can, because youâre his without commitment or ask or demand. Because itâs easy.Â
He pushes a soft thigh up high, opening you to his gaze and pulls your cheeks apart gently, dragging a gentle thumb up the crease of your sex as he goes. You hadnât waited up for him the way you did most nights, and heâs grateful for this, grateful for the fact that youâd spare him from conversation, questions, wants. All the things he canât give you and doesnât even really want to because he doesnât have any of that in him anymore.Â
Sometimes, and heâll admit it because Joel isnât a liar, honest to a fault, heâll feel that faint whisper, dream pulse of desire, like a thing he knows exists somewhere in the world just not inside him that beats of togetherness or commitment or love. Something that beats of all the things he knows you want but he canât give.Â
His thumb against your little clit, and he circles and circles against the warm, damp dryness. Youâre not dreaming of him, no immediate well of slick desire, and through his haze, it makes him a little bothered, a little sad if he still had the ability to be sad. But he circles and circles, and you shift and whimper, and then finally, eventually, thereâs that drip of want. Sticky and sweet and only for him because he might not love you, but he does possess you, and youâre only for him.Â
You turn your face further into the pillow, hips hitching, cunt dripping, a deep sigh and his thumb presses in, tastes the well. Youâre warm and hot and tight, and he slicks his thumb in and out of your cunt, fucking you slow and gentle, stretching you a little while you still refuse to wake for him. He wonders what it would be like to love you, to know you dream of him, to dream of you. He shoves your thigh higher, wet enough now, and lines his cock up.Â
Joel is tired, but he has this, and itâs enough.
Cockhead notched at your entance, and one thing he does still love: the sight of his too wide head against your too small hole, the sound of wounded hurt you make when he shoves inside and makes you all his. And he keeps himself slow and gentle at first, he doesnât want you awake, thatâs not what this is, he only wants you his and for him, until heâs all the way pressed inside, deep enough for you to wake with hurt and you shift and wiggle and your hips arch like you want to escape or want more but it doesnât really matter anyways because youâre caught and flayed now.Â
âJâ Joel?â Soft as a butterfly while your cunt flutters around him. âWhatâre you doing, Joel?â And if there wasnât the moan of his own little whore in the sound of you, heâd think otherwise, but he knows youâre pleased to be woken so. You press and clench and stretch like a cat, spine long and lean and fluid, arms reaching for something he canât and wonât ever give.
He swings his hips back, fucks in again, your cuntâs good and wet now, and the givingâs good as the take. âDonât worry, baby. Just gotta come. You donât gotta do anything.â He pulls back again, your pussy flutters and sucks at him, and you plant your hands against the apocalypse stained wall of this poor and sad room in a place that used to be called Boston and let him use you as he needs. Just gotta come in you, he tells you again.
And you might whisper that itâs okay, it doesnât really matter if you do or don'tâ. He doesnât need to know, he doesnât need to care. Joel buries his face in your throat and loses himself in the wet of your cunt and the heat of your skin, the scent of your sweat, fingers clutching and twisting at your breast, and there's a sound of hurt or want coming from your throat. He doesn't care much about that either. Just take it, just take it, he says over and over. âJust lay there and take my cock.â The sound of your wet, sloshing cunt is the loudest thing in the whole dead world, and he loses himself in it. He counts his breaths, counts his not blessings, only you, and eventually, he fucks deep enough he hits your womb, that place heâs reckless and careless about, and you start to milk him deep. A moan of his name, Joel, sleep addled, love deluded, what else would excuse or allow treatment like this, and you come on his cock like you always do. Long pulls of a too easy, too delicious cunt, the contractions of your womb reverberating through every line of your muscles while you suck him deep and cry into the pillow. Joel swears and sweats worse than he did through his long twelve hour shift, grunting and panting above you. And when he anchors himself above you on locked, bulging arms to watch the drag of your red cunt around his cock, slicked with desperate want for something neither of you will ever have, the way your ass bounces and jiggles against his too rough thrusts, he comes too. Fills you deep and full to the brim, enjoys the spill of it around the place where he fills you, spills himself dry. And he doesnât feel content, Joel, but he does feel satisfied, he does feel sated. And he tells you that youâve been a good girl because he knows you like it and knows you deserve it. And if he presses a soft and gentle kiss to the wing of your naked and sweating shoulder, it isn't because he loves you, but because he needs you.Â
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The people wanted Colby angst & the people are getting Colby angst.
Summary: After a long, on and off, secret relationship with Colby, reader finally has had enough, or have they?
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, angst, kinda sad, arguing/fighting, mentions of alcohol, flirting, reader is the lead singer in a rock band, slight mentions of depression/anxiety, hair pulling, biting, scratching, choking, unprotected shower make up sex, filth
Word count:Â 6.8K | NOT edited
Inspired by the song, The Grey by Bad Omens. I will also be using a few of their other songs, so if you haven't listened to them, you definitely should. Noah Sebastian is chefs kiss đ
ââââââââââ âą ââââââââââ
The relationship you had with Colby was the first relationship you kept going back to.
You knew he was bad for you, mainly because it felt like he was holding you back more than pushing you forward, but you loved him with everything you had in you.
When you were together, just the two of you, it was pure bliss. Like seeing love through rose colored lenses.
But it never failed to change with each launch party of a new album or even an after party for playing at a sold out show.
Colby couldn't contain his jealously, but yet, he's the one who wanted to keep your guy's relationship secret in the first place.
He didn't want the lime light, he wanted to have you all to himself, but he failed to realize that with your career growing, so would your popularity grew with it.
You broke up for a while, spent a few weeks apart. You worked on your new album some more. Colby hung out with Sam, investigating the paranormal some more.
You and Sam were good friends, so around the time Sam told you they'd be back, you got that, can we talk? text from Colby, and ever since then, you've been better than ever.
You agreed to understand him wanting to stay out of the spot light, so in public you were friends usually have dinner with other friends, but when it came to your band, they knew which meant you could kiss each other in front of them and they wouldn't bat an eye.
He's come to your studio sessions. Sat up until three am with you while you wrote down and hummed to random song lyrics. He's even been front row at sound checks.
He's become an even bigger number one fan and you absolutely loved it.
Things seemed to be going in the right direction for a while, and you were thinking about talking to him again about going public, mainly because you wanted more from him.
More with him.
You thought that since your relationship was in such a good place and haven't called it quits for the sixth time, it could work.
.·:*š â š*:·.
"Here's to y/n. Her talent is what got us here in the first place." Your guitarist, Lewis, raises his glass and everyone follows in with a loud, "To y/n."
You laugh, leaning into Colby. He lays his arm over you, taking a sip from his drink, "You really deserve this, babe." He smiles, planting a kiss on your temple.
You smile, taking a sip from your glass, "Let's face it though, I would be here without you guys." You motion to the rest of your band, "So let's give a toast to the people who stand beside-" you point to your drummer, Hunter,"And sit behind me on stage."
Hunter laughs, "Thanks for being so specific, y/n."
You nod, "Of course."
You look at Colby, "And thank you, for supporting me no matter what we go through."
He smiles, "I love you."
"I love you." You lean in, pecking his lips before turning to face your band, "Who's up for another round, huh?"
A few hours later, you and Colby arrive back to your house.
"So when's the album supposed to be finished?" Colby asks as he sits on the couch. You shrug your jacket off, walking over, "Hopefully by the end of the month. I have almost eight tracks so far? I want there to be at least ten."
"Are you going to release a single?" He extends his arm out as you sit down next to him, "Your singles are always a banger."
You laugh slightly and shrug, "I've thought about it. I mean, I have ideas but-"
Colby's phone buzzes and he ignores it.
Probably just Sam, you think, "I haven't really-" Colby's phone buzzes again, "Do you need to get that?"
He shakes his head, "I'm not worried about it. I'm worried about you." He pulls you closer and kisses your head, "So what are these ideas you have for a single?"
You blow out air, resting your head back onto his arm, "I'd have to go get my notebook, my brain is still kinda fuzzy from the show and then the post show alcohol."
You get up, laughing to yourself as you walk into the room that holds all your music equipment. You grab the notebook and turn around to walk back out, slowing down when you see Colby on his phone.
As much as you wanted to trust him and move forward, a part of you still had anxiety when it came to him with certain things.
You slowly walk over, "So."
He locks his phone and sets it down on the couch next to him, "Let's hear something." You sit down, facing him, "Okay. So I think these are going to go all in one song, but I so far I have I'm drowning in a dream I can't escape."
Your eyes can down over the page, "Then I have, ninety miles in the dark and family scars and electric hearts? I don't know there just something.." you look up at him, "That comes to me? I guess."
It was going so well, you didn't want to tell him that you were using your past times trying to make it work as a muse.
You weren't sure how he would take it, fine, probably. But at the same time, you didn't want to risk it.
"So Colby.." you set your notebook down, "I was thinking."
"Oh boy." He chuckles, "no, really. What's up?"
You smile as you move closer to him, "I was thinking that maybe we can.. grow.. more in this relationship?"
He tilts his head, looking over at you, "What do you mean?"
"I think you know what I mean." You look up at him, "I want more with you, Colby. I want to go out and be able to hold hands with you at a restaurant. I want to eventually get a house with you." You sigh, "I want marriage, Colby."
He stays quiet for a few seconds, "I've been thinking about it, too."
You raise your eyebrows, "Really? You have?"
He nods, sliding his hand up to grip your chin, "You are such a beautiful and talented woman, y/n. You genuinely surprise me every day I'm with you."
You smile and he leans in, "I love you."
You run your hand through his hair and lean in to close the space between the two of you, "I love you." You press your lips to his and move your head to rest your chin on his shoulder as he pulls you into a hug.
You glance down as his phone lights up and your heart starts racing as the name Serenity appears on the screen, "Who's Serenity?" You lean back and you can tell Colby is caught off guard, "It's.. No one, y/n. I promise."
You lean back and he tries to grab your hand, "Just wait.." you rip your hand away, placing it on your cheek, "Colby.. I thought.." you can feel tears burning in your eyes, "Are you fucking kidding me right now?"
"She isn't anything, I mean she was but-"
You cut him off, "When?"
"What?"
You raise your voice a little bit louder, "When. Colby, when was she ever anything?"
He stands up, "When we broke up this last time. I met her while Sam and I were in Georgia. It wasn't anything. I missed you, so that's why I-"
"You missed me? So you went and found someone to.. what, exactly? Distract you from the thought of me?" You throw your hands up, "Just when I thought things were changing."
"They are!" He says loudly, "They are! I haven't talked to her since the day before we left. I was focused on you because you're fucking everywhere y/n. but How can I get over you if-"
You raise your brows and he shakes his head, "No, that came out wrong.. I didn't.. I didn't it mean it to sound like that, I don't want to get over you." Colby walks over to you and you just stand there staring at the spot he walked away from.
He slides his hand up your arm, "I promise you it is and was nothing. Just a conversation.
"Did you sleep with her?" Your words are cold and you look at him. He shakes his head, "No. no we didn't do anything, and even if it did progress, which it didn't. Sam wouldn't have let anything happen, you know that?"
"Then why is she calling and texting you at three in the fucking morning?" You groan, "God, Colby. I genuinely thought we were going somewhere this time? All the times you showed up for me when you didn't before?" What was that just a cover so I didn't suspect anything?"
He shakes his head, "No, y/n. It's not like that at all."
"How can.." your voice breaks, so you pause, taking a deep breath before you sigh, "How am I supposed to believe you when you've done this shit before?"
"What are you talking about?" He tilts his head, "Please, tell me. I would lo-"
"Second time we got back together, I seen a Mariah on your phone. She was sending hearts, saying that if, and I quote, 'you and your mystery girl break up again, you know where to find me' end quote." You keep your stare on him, "we broke up shortly after getting back together that time, because things were getting too serious too fast, as you said."
"That wasn't.. she was.." he sighs, "We're talking about things over the course of a year or so, y/n. I didn't think I was ready to be with someone like you."
"Someone like me? What's that supposed to mean exactly?" You cross your arms and he sighs, "Again, didn't mean for it to sound like that."
"Just go."
Your words catch him off guard, "Huh?"
"Go. Get out." You point to the door, "I can't..." you close your eyes, begging yourself not to cry, "I can't keep doing this. Shutting myself down, trying to change you or even trying to change myself, Colby."
"Who's changing? What are you talking about?" He steps closer to you and you shake your head, looking up at him, "I just.. I guess I just gave you too many chances and you literally ran through them all."
You groan, "Fuck, I literally have everything I could ever want, but it obviously still isn't enough."
"Enough for what, y/n? You're enough for me." Colby's voice goes quieter, "Please." He steps towards you, wrapping his hands round your wrists, "Can you just please, sit down. Read the messsges. Time stamps. Everything."
"I just wanted more, Colby. More from you. This isn't.." you shake your head, "I just want to finally be with someone who doesn't leave me falling asleep confused every night."
"No, don't let me go." He rests his forehead against yours, "I mean it. I'm serious this time. I don't want anyone else but you."
"Who even am I anymore, Colby? Honestly." You step back, pulling your hands free from his grasp, "I literally don't even know who I am anymore. A singer who allows someone to just keep hurting her over and over again?"
"Y/n." Colby shakes his head, "Just please, hear me out."
"You had the chance to tell me. When we got back together.. I told you about the guy I had dinner with. I didn't even want to do it but I was so pissed at you for that Mariah girl, I just.. tried evening the score but I guess that didn't fucking matter, now did it?" You pace back and forth, feeling like you could puke.
"The thought.. of you even.." you lay your hands on your lips, "Being with another girl is enough to make me drop dead."
"I was never with any other girl, y/n. You have to-"
You cut him off, "No. I'm done. I'm done with this grey area of us that can only be seen when it's just us. It's not what I want, you know what I want and you just..." you look at him, "Clearly arent on the same level as me, you never were."
"But I am." He pleads and you shrug, "sure doesn't seem like it to me." You sigh, "Just.. go. Please."
"I'm not giving up on us, you can't just dig another grave and let me go, not like this." He stays in his spot and you just stare at him, "Colby. I'm tired. I have a headache, I'm not... I'm not doing this anymore. Just please, go home."
"Fine. But I promise, I'm not giving up. I'll give you space but I'll prove that I want you." He grabs his keys, walking towards the door.
You want to stop him but it's like your body is frozen in its place. You can't move, no matter how much you want to.
He gives you one last look before closing the door and you immediately break down, falling to your knees and leaning up against the couch.
You're gasping for air, clutching your chest as you try not to cry too loud.
You wanted Colby, but you didn't want the hurt that comes along with it anymore.
A part of you believed him, but at the same time, a part of you knew that you needed to let go.
Then it hit you.
Turn the pain, into power.
.·:*š â š*:·.
Over the last two weeks, the only time you'd leave your house was to go to the studio. You had a new song in that was practically almost down.
A new single, and you had Colby to thank for that.
Other than that, you laid at home, in the dark usually just thinking about everything, Colby mainly.
It's been two weeks and you've barely made the effort to answer him. But you always do. Whether it's just him one word answers, or you wait hours, you can't seem to stay away from him no matter how much you wanted to.
That was until you got a text from him that set you off almost instantly, it feels like we don't talk anymore and you don't seem to care.
You sit up in bed, scoffing as your thumbs tap the screen at lightning speed. As you're in the middle of your paragraph, he sends you another text, I knew that would get your attention.
You clench your jaw. selecting your paragraph and deleting it to which you replacing with, what do you want, Colby?
He instantly replies, I want you to see that I love you.
You stare at the message, unable to come up with a response. He texts again, After your show tomorrow, I'm going to prove to everyone that I'm ready to join you in the spotlight you stand in.
You've been so caught up in your own shit, you forgot about the show you have scheduled for tomorrow.
Another sold out show.
You respond to Colby's text, what? Are you gonna join me on stage?
You laugh slightly as you click out of Colby's text thread and go to your bands group chat, meet me at the studio. We're playing that song tomorrow night.
Your eyes move up to the banner notification with Colby's text that reads, you'll see, baby.
A smirk plays at your lips, until you remember that you're mad at him.
Why you're mad at him.
You toss your phone down, getting up to change before you make your way to the studio.
.·:*š â š*:·.
You walk into the venue, looking around in awe at the place you'll be playing. Thousands of seats scattered all around.
You were in shock each time you stepped foot into one of these places.
"Can't believe we'll be playing here tonight." Lewis walks up, slinging an arm over your shoulder, "You doin' okay?"
You sigh, crossing your arms, "Colby's coming tonight, and he says he has something planned to tell everyone he loves me. I don't.. really know how to feel but.."
You look up at him, "The show must go on, right?"
He tilts his head, "He isn't used to being with someone as pretty and famous as you are, y/n. I'm not trying to take his side, but maybe what happened between you guys, really opened his eyes."
You shrug, "I love him to death, but if we keep going in this direction, I don't think either one of us will make it out alive."
Lewis snaps his fingers, humming as he thinks.
You smirk, turning to face him, "What are you cooking in that head of yours?"
"Da da da.. da da.. da da.. Will we both go home alive?
It wasn't hard to realize, love's the death of peace of mind? Think we can make a song about it?"
You laugh, thinking about it, "You know what." You nod, "Studio session. You and me. Tomorrow." You point at him and look over, seeing Sam walk towards you.
You walk over to him, bringing him in for a hug, "What are you doing here?" He hugs you and sighs, "Had to make sure my two people weren't going to kill each other, you know."
"So you heard about the argument.." you step back, crossing your arms over one another, "Sorry I didn't.. call you."
"Colby filled me in." He nods, "Plus I figured if you needed me you'd call."
"I haven't talked to anyone about what happened.. I mainly out focus into a song." You look at him and he tilts his head, "Does he know?"
You shake your head, "But he will tonight."
Sam wraps an arm around your neck, "You people and your song making." You shrug, "I felt like I couldn't explain it, no matter how hard I tried, so I wrote a song about it myself."
He laughs slightly, "What's it called?"
You bite the inside your lip, "The Grey."
"Hmm." He nods, "I'm actually really excited to hear it." He looks around, "Can't believe you sold this place out." He pulls you into him, "I'm proud of you, kid."
You laugh, rolling your eyes, "Thank you. Thank you." You sigh, "So is he here?"
Sam shakes his head, "Not yet. He's coming with our other friends later on." You nod, "Do you-"
"No. I don't know what he has planned." Sam laughs, "Nice try."
"Hey, couldn't hurt, right." You laugh and look up at Hunter who's waving at you. You nod, giving him a thumbs up, "I gotta go. Sound check you know."
"So I'll hear a snippet of the song?" Sam raises a brow and you shrug as you walk away, "Guess you'll find out."
.·:*š â š*:·.
You bounce up and down slightly, taking a deep breathes as your nerves for this show are a lot higher than they've been for any other show.
Colby was in the audience this time.
Not hiding behind the curtain, off to the side like he has for every other show he's been to.
You wanted to know what he was planning, it's driven you crazy since he first said something about it yesterday.
"You're gonna kill it." Hunter says nudging you as he walks by. Lewis walks up, putting on his guitar, "It's just like any other show."
"Let's hope." You laugh slightly before putting your inner ears in, shaking out your hands before taking the mic from your stage director.
The band walks out into stage, taking their places and the music to the first song starts playing.
You put on a smile, walking out when you hear your cue. You move around stage as you sing your first song, waving to the fan.
You walk over to the mic stand, placing your mic in the holder as you finish, "How's everybody feeling tonight!?"
A massive sea of screams erupts in front of you and you can't help but smile, "Thank you all for being here. Another sold out show!"
You clap and the fans erupt again.
"I have something very special towards the end of tonight's show!" You look back at the band, laughing when the fans go crazy, "Too bad you won't know what it is until the end, "Anyway. Here's Like a Villain."
The rock music starts and you slowly head bang to the music, rocking your mic stand as you wait for your time to start singing.
Colby is heavy on your mind, so heavy you almost miss your cue, "Look into my face, then look again. We are not the same, we're different.."
You smile as you see the fans dancing and singing along. You absolutely loved being on stage.
You continue singing verse one, "You need a new clean slate without the dents. A place to put your pain, your consequence.. When you look into the mirror, are you even there?"
You take a breath, grabbing the mic off the stand. You bend down slightly as you belt out the chorus, "I don't wanna know all your secrets 'cause I'll tell. It's hard enough being alone with myself. I don't know how long I'll be holding on.."
You walk around the stage as you sing, giving them a performance. You dance around during the little break, walking over to the other side as you start to sing the second verse, "So write a brand new page, then write again. I know your act is staged, yet you pretend.."
Finishing the second verse, you move into the chorus again, "I don't wanna know all your secrets 'cause I'll tell. It's hard enough being alone with myself. I don't know how long I'll be holding on.."
You move back to the mic stand, resting it back in its holder as you wait for your cue for the bridge, gently singing, "Like a villain, I couldn't be
I didn't need it, it needed me.. Like a villain, I couldn't be. I didn't need it, it needed me.."
It goes into the breakdown and your eyes scan the crowd and you see Sam and Colby standing in the VIP section of the pit.
Your heart skips a beat, and you start to sing again, "I don't wanna know all your secrets 'cause I'll tell. It's hard enough being alone with myself.."
The song goes into the outro and the band stops playing and the crowd goes crazy.
That one is always a hit.
You felt on top of the world right now.
You literally did have everything, but you still wanted more, just like your new song says. Just like you told Colby.
You were nervous. The closer you got to performing it for the very first time.
You weren't sure how Colby was going to react. Sam was the closest person to him, but you knew he wouldn't say anything.
At least you hoped he wouldn't.
A few songs later, almost ready to close out the show, you take a deep breath, "You guys have been absolutely phenomenal tonight!"
You raise your hands above your head, clapping for the crowd, "I mean it. I think this is the best crowd we've had this year so far."
The crowd screams and you sigh, "Alright guys.. so that surprise I was talking about earlier.." you pause, letting the crowd scream, "Alright, so I may or may not have been in the studio these last two weeks trying to get out a new single, and let's just say.." you pause, smirking out at the crowd, "I've done just that."
You laugh, grabbing your mic off the stand and walking around, "This single means.. a lot to me, for a few reasons and I'm very excited to announce that it will be out...."
The crowd go crazy, yet again, chanting in unison, "Tell us! Tell us!"
"Okay okay." You wave your hand, "I don't know when it'll be out, but we're going to play it for you right now."
You walk back over to the mic stand, giving your band a thumbs up, and they start playing.
You nod your head to the slow moving, then quick to pick up pace, "Evened the scores, then I let it all go fall apart." You take a quick breathe, "And every step forward put a little more sword in your heart, yeah.."
Your heart was pounding harder with each line, "Looking sideways when I say I'm okay with the past
But I'm afraid of what I might say if you ask.."
You grab your mic, walking to the left of the stage, away from the side Colby was on, going into the pre-chorus, "Gave you way too many chances, you ran through 'em all..Got everything I could want, but it wasn't enough.."
"Nobody left for me to talk to, nobody to call.."
You take a breath, "Got everything I could want, but I still wanted more.."
"Yeah, I still wanted, more.."
You walk towards the right side of the stage, smoothly transferring into the chorus, "There's not another way, don't let me go.. Don't dig another grave today..."
"I'll make the same mistakes, I'll never know
Who I was before I faded away.. Into the grey.."
You knew Colby knew. You were sweating.
You had a little break before you went back in for the second verse, "All of this time sittin' inside, sittin' in the dark.. And every night, I can see why you could never stop, yeah.."
"Lying is hard and the truth comes out anyway.. You're going way too far, gonna drop dead at this rate.."
You sing the chorus again before grabbing the mic, moving to the right of the stage, directly in line of sight from Colby.
You lay your hand on your chest, tapping it with the words of the post-chorus, "I did it to myself, tried to be someone else. I let it tear me down and I'll never be the same."
"I did it to myself, tried to be someone else..And you didn't notice 'til I finally got, finally got away.."
You drag out the last word and the crowd goes absolutely insane.
You smile as you sing the words to the bridge, then moving into the chorus one final time before moving back to your mic stand to close out, "Into the grey."
You step back from your mic stand and smile, looking out over the crowd.
Your eyes land on Colby and he's clapping and shaking his head with a smile on his face.
He pulls out his phone, turning around to record him and you on the stage. Sam starts smiling and laughing as he gives you a double thumbs up.
You blow a kiss to him, laughing as you wave and then suddenly the fans go even crazier.
You look down, shrugging as you ask, "What is happening?" You being the mic up to your lips, "Why are we having a second rush of cheering, I mean I appreciate it but, fill me in. Please."
You point to one of the girl's phone and security grabs it, handing it to you.
You watch the video play. It's what you watched Colby do, but you didn't know exactly what he did. You smile as you reach up to take your in ear out, "I have to be able to hear it right?"
The girls in front go absolutely insane screaming things you can't comprehend, "Okay, okay. Hold on."
You bring the phone up to your ear and you wanted to cry.
This is what you wanted all along.
Colby screams into the phone, "That's my fucking girlfriend." You hand security back the phone and the girl screams, "is it true? Is it true?"
You smile, giving her a nod, "Yes." You look up, bringing the mic to your lips, "Alright everybody. Thank you guys so much for a great show. We will definitely be back! I love you!"
You put your mic into the stand, waving as you run off the stage. You make your way back and your manager comes up to you, "Oh my god, y/n. That song. Top of the charts. You need to release it immediately."
You laugh, "I'll get it out tomorrow." You look over his shoulder, seeing Sam and Colby walk down the hallway, "Excuse me." You walk around him, making your way to the boys.
Sam gives you a hug, squeezing you tight, "Phenomenal."
You lean back, smiling, "Yeah?"
He nods, "Absolutely fucking insane." He moves to the side and you look up at Colby, "Are you mad?" He tilts his head, "Are you mad?"
You shake your head, chewing on your chew as you try not to smile, "No."
"Good." Sam lays his hands on each of your one shoulders, "Now kiss and make up." He pushes you towards each other and you laugh, wrapping your arms around Colby's neck.
You press your lips to his and lean back, "We gotta go. I need a shower. I was sweating because I thought you weren't going to like the song."
"I'll only be mad if it doesn't make top of the charts." He laughs, following you to your dressing room, along with Sam.
You walk in and go over to your bag, grabbing sweats and a sweatshirt, "I'm going to change quick." You walk behind the solid partition, quickly changing from your stage outfit into something comfy.
"So it was a good show?" You ask walking out to toss your stuff into your bag. You pull out your slippers, dropping them to the floor.
"Ten out of ten, will come to one again." Sam gives you a thumbs up. You smile, looking at Colby, "Ready to go home?"
He nods, "Yes. Please."
You zip your bag, walking over to Colby and taking his hand in yours. He gives your hand a squeeze and follows you out.
As you walk out, you see fans waiting by the one barricade, "I'm going to go see them." Colby nods, "Let's go."
You smile as you walk over, moving in between the two security guards. Colby takes your bag, waving and saying hi to the fans that call out for him.
"So you're Colby's girlfriend?" The one asks and you nod, smiling as you sign her paper, "I sure am."
"You looked so beautiful tonight." Another one says and you pout, "Stop it, you're so beautiful."
You turn, taking the one girls phone and taking a few selfies with her.
You do that with a few more and step back, "I hate to go, but I am exhausted. Thank you guys so much for coming out. I love you I love you!" You blow kisses to them and wave as you walk way, Colby glued to your hip.
"You're so cute when you do that." Colby opens the car door for you and you smile, "I love them. I want them to know that."
You get in, Colby moving to sit next to you.
"So. I have to ask." You turn to him, "Why now?"
He shrugs, placing his hand on your knee, "You wanted a huge gesture and our figured doing it at your show was pretty big."
You laugh, "I mean, yeah. And tweeting it.."
"I know we have some of the same fans so I figured if I tweet it, one was bound to see it and you know how fast that shit spreads." He squeezes your leg, "I'm just.. I wish I could prove to you how sorry I am."
"I mean.." you lay your hand on his hand, sliding it up his arm, "you're doing good so far... but I have a few more ideas.."
"Mm." He leans in, "Do tell." He kisses your cheek and you smile, "I'll tell you when we get home."
"But home is so far." He whines quietly, "Just one thing.. yeah?"
You turn your head, biting your lip as you look at him, "Don't push it." You laugh, pressing your lips to his and you couldn't wait to be home.
Soon enough, but it felt like forever, you and Colby are running up to the door. You work to unlock it as his hands slip under your sweatshirt.
"Almost.." You sigh, "Got it." You push the door open, turning around to face Colby as you walk backwards into your house.
His lips go to yours and your arms go around his neck as he kicks the door shut with his foot.
As you're making out, the post-show adrenaline wears off and you push yourself off of Colby, "Wait."
"Don't do this." He sighs and you shake your head, "How do I know it'll be different this time? How did I know that you'll be able to contain your jealousy and everything else that tore us apart before?"
A smirk grows on his lips and you tilt your head, "What?" He walks over to you, cupping your cheeks to give you a kiss before whispering, "I'm not jealous anymore because everyone knows you're mine."
He bends down slightly, lifting you up, "Now let's go get that shower, yeah?"
You smile, your hands on either side of his neck as he walks you into the bathroom. He pins you up against the wall, holding you up with his hips as he reaches in to turn on the water.
The bathroom quickly fills with steam as he sets you down so you can undress.
Hands are all over. Lips are kissing any part of your bodies they can get to.
It's hot.
He steps in, pulling you in with him and he spins you around as he closes the door. You gasp as your back presses up against the cool tile of the shower.
A moan escapes from your lips as his fingers move down to circle your clit, "F-fuck."
"This was I needed to do?" Colby asks and you shrug, lips parted slightly as you nod, "Kind of."
He hums in response, dropping down to his knees, "Or was it this." He lifts a leg, placing it on his shoulder before leaning in to lick between your folds.
Your hands move to his wet hair, tangling your fingers in as you arch your back off the wall.
His tongue circling your clit before gently nipping and sucking. You moan, tilting your head back as you close your eyes.
You missed him between your legs.
You missed him in general.
"C-Colby." You breathe out, "S-shit."
You look down at him, biting on your lip as you watch the image below you. His fingers dig into your skin and you roll your hips, "Yes, yes, yes."
He brings a hand over, slipping two fingers into you which earn a whine from your lips.
You pull his hair slightly harder which causes him to groan. The stroke of his fingers is absolutely perfect, he knows your body better than anyone.
"F-fu- co- col-" You squeeze your eyes shut at the pleasure of his fingers inside of you and his tongue on your clit.
He knew you were close, so he kept that pace as best he could.
Your hips buck out, moaning loudly as you push his gave into you, "Colby!" You clench around his fingers, your legs shaking more and more with each second you have to hold yourself up.
Colby leans back, setting your leg down on the floor but keeping a hand on your waist as he stands back up, "I fucking love you." He tilts your chin up and presses a kiss to your lips.
Your tongue moves in sync with his as he lets out a low groan as you wrap your hand around his cock, "Fuck. I need you."
You smirk at his words, "Fuck me."
He leans down, lifting you up and your arms wrap around his neck. He cautiously slips his one arm under your knee and you reach down to hold his cock steady as he slips into you.
You let out a loud moan, tilting your head back as you feel him rest inside of you.
"Look at me, baby." Colby whispers.
You tilt your head up, tightening your arms around his neck. He watches your face twitch as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in.
You keep your eyes on him, forcing yourself to keep them open as you squeeze his cock, "Fuck, Colby."
He leans in, pressing his lips to yours and you slide a hand up to the nape of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.
"I love you." Colby mumbles against your lips, "It's always been you."
You moan into his mouth, digging your nails into his skin, "Don't leave me again." His lips attach to your neck, sucking a mark into your skin.
You moan, tilting your head to the side. Your eyes flutter closed as he kisses his way over your collar bones, making his way to the other side, "Never.."
He stops thrusting, resting inside of you, "I'm not going anywhere, and I plan on making sure everyone knows it."
You smile, nodding your head, "No more grey area?"
"Full on color, baby." He smiles and brings his hand up to cup your cheek, moving his lips with yours.
He sets you down, spinning you around so your chest is pressed against the glass shower door. His hand slides up to wrap around your neck, squeezing a moan from you as he slips his cock back in.
"F-Fuck." You whimper, pressing a hand to the glass and dragging it down. Your eyes roll back as he squeezes harder, cutting off your moans from sounded loud.
His thrusts are slow and hard, digging his fingers into your waist harder with each one, "F-fucking hell, baby."
He lets go of your neck and you gasp for air as he slides his hand to your shoulder, gripping it as he thrusts faster.
A string of moans and whimpers leaves your lips as his thrusts grow sloppy. He leans forward, resting his head on the back of yours and you can tell he's going to cum soon.
"Not gonna last much longer." He whispers, his voice raspy as he tries to hold it together, "Fuck, fuck."
"Don't stop." You moan out, "pl-ease don't stop."
You move your hips back into him, moaning loudly as you feel yourself growing closer, quite quickly.
"C-Colby!" His name leaves your lips in a scream as you cum around him once more. You moan, feeling his cock twitch deep inside of you.
You knew he came with you.
He lets his grip on your loosen, leaning up as he slides his hand down your back, "Incredible." He pulls you to stand up, his cock falling out as you turn.
Your lips meet his and he pulls you close to him.
After your shower, you walk out with a towel wrapped around you. Colby is lying on the bed and you can tell he's nervous about something.
"What?" You ask, stopping in your tracks, "What happened?"
He sits up, shaking his head, "Nothing, I'm just.. thinking.."
"Oh god, are you about to-"
"No, no. It's not what you think." He laughs slightly, brushing your wet hair from your shoulders, "I just don't know if this is the right time, but I feel like I need to just.."
Your heart is racing and your mind is moving too fast for you to even pick one thought to focus on, "Just say it." You blurt out and Colby sighs, "Fine. I will."
He takes a step back, getting down on one knee as he pulls out a ring from his pocket, "I don't even know if it's the right time but it feels like it and I jus-"
You cut him off by falling to your knees in front of him, eyes glassy as you look from the ring to him, "Yes."
"I- what? Yes?" His mouth drops and he smiles, "You think it's the right time?"
"You told everyone I was your girlfriend at my show." You pluck the ring from his fingers, a smirk on your face, "Now at the next one, I can tell them I've been upgraded to fiancé."
He stands up and pulls you to your feet. He places the ring on your left hand and sighs, "I promise, we're going to work."
You look up at him, "We're endgame."
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Le reali
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summary: Carlos hasn't publicly dated anyone in over 3 years and people get suspicious. He tries to tell his friends that he's dating the heiress of Italy but they don't believe him until a special moment.
Warnings: None, cursing?, fluffy
Pairing: Carlos x Italian!princess!reader
Carlos showed the entire text chain to y/n and as she scrolled through the responses bursted into laughter at lando's response to Carlos.
"Love, I wasn't pissed. I was just annoyed that he was feeding into rumours. Poor Lando must've been scared out of his wits" y/n told Carlos.
Carlos chuckled "Lando deserves to be scared out of his wits from time to time darling. How else would he function effectively and not spill our secret in front of the entire world?" he told y/n
"I guess you're right" y/n laughed.
"Amore?" Carlos called out to y/n
"Si, CorĂĄzon?" Y/n replied adjusting in the bed to meet his eye.
"Do you ever want to go public? I mean I'm not forcing you to go public, just asking. We've been together for 3 years now" Carlos asked with a thoughtful and soft expression on his face.
"Of course CorĂĄzon, I would love to. Do you want to maybe go public on the day of the Monza GP? I've already gotten an invite and will be giving out the trophies" y/n replied with a soft smile.
"That would be absolutely wonderful amore" Carlos said softly and held her close.
Timeskip:
"Ready to go sis?" y/n's brother asked her as it was time to leave for the GP
She was only going to go for the race day otherwise it would seem suspicious to the public and they wanted to be extra careful.
"Yea yeah let's go" Y/n called out grabbing her brothers hand and getting into the car.
She was more than ready to reveal to the world her relationship with the love of her life
Meanwhile: (Carlos Pov)
"Mate is your girlfriend ever going to come or are you just pranking us all?" Charles asked me while everyone was waiting around in the paddock for y/n to come.
"Yea mate, no shame in saying you haven't been able to get girls for the past 3 years. At least don't live in the delusion that the direct heir to the Italian throne is your girlfriend."
Nobody believed me except Lando since he's met her but everyone thinks me and him are pranking them together.
I would get my sweet sweet revenge.
But deep down I was scared. I was planning to propose to her soon. If I got on the podium today, I would propose and I've never been more scared for a race in my life.
Her entire family would watch me race for their country and would also find out about our relationship because she was very private and didn't share even with her family. Would they approve of me? Would they force me and her to break up?
Just then her family walked into the paddock and everyone immediately stood up and greeted the family but she was not in sight.
"So Prince b/n how do you feel about your sister dating our friend over here?" Fernando asked her brother and dragged me into his view
"Dating? I wasn't aware that my sister was dating anyone. That too with a commoner? Not expected." Her brother replied and my heart slowly sank to my stomach.
The rest of the grid came up to me.
"See Carlos? How would you be dating Prince y/b/n's sister without him knowing? Stop living in your delusion" Max said
"Mate such delusion isn't good for you at all. You should start seeing the team therapist a little more" Charles added.
The rest of the grid exchanged glances of amusement and worry while Lando came over to me.
"Don't worry Carlos, I believe you. Don't listen to them. You and Y/n have a beautiful relationship and she told me that she didn't want to inform her brother of her relationship status since she, frankly, hates him" Lando told me and I felt slightly better.
but her brother didn't approve of me, why would the rest of her family? I was internally panicking when Y/n's father King f/n came up to me and took me aside
"So you're the lad dating my daughter huh?" He asked me
"Si señor, I love Y/n with all my heart" I responded slightly nervous about his response
"She made a good choice, how long have you both been together? She didn't give me many details" He asked
"We've been together for 3 years senor. We met when I was invited to the royal house for my medal" I replied feeling better that at least her father approved of us
"And no proposal?" He said with a smirk on his face
"I was planning on proposing to her if I get on the podium for the race today and also wanted your blessings señor" I answered
"Good good. I've seen that she's been much happier around the palace ever since she started dating you. She truly loves you and you have mine and her mother's blessing. May you both be forever happy together" with that he left as I the race was about to start.
I gave Ricciardo my ring box and gave him all the instructions before getting into the car.
After the race:
I couldnât believe it.
I had won in Monza.
The crowd was going absolutely wild as I got out of my car and the mechanics lined up outside tapping my helmet congratulating me.
I felt like I was in a dream.
I looked over to the vip box and I saw y/n in all her glory.
The look of admiration she had and her soft smile made me fall for her all over again.
That was when I knew nothing else mattered.
It didnât matter to me that her brother didnât approve of our relationship. It didnât matter to me that my friends didnât believe my relationship.
I had her and that was all that mattered.
The podium ceremony came quickly and y/nâs brother gave out the p2 and p3 trophies.
Then came my turn and y/n walked into the podium with the most elegant red dress Iâve ever seen.
She looked absolutely ethereal and I couldnât wait for her to be mine forever.
She handed me the trophy and I raised it over my head after which I leaned in to kiss her.
The crowd went absolutely wild when they saw the scene.
I took the ring box from Ricciardo and got on one knee and I saw tears welling up in her eyes.
âY/n. You have made me the happiest person these past 3 years and it would mean the world to me if you were with me for the rest of my life. Y/n m/n l/n will you marry me?â I asked her pouring the emotions out.
âYes Carlos! Of course Iâll marry youâ she said and hugged me tight.
I slipped the ring on her finger and we kissed once again.
Timeskip:
âHey Carlos, sorry about all the comments we passed. We really couldnât believe that you were actually in a relationship with the princess of Italy. We apologise for our actionsâ Charles apologised to me on behalf of the rest of the grid
âItâs ok mate, I myself canât believe that I bagged a literal princessâ I laughed
Y/n came back to me and it was time for us to leave.
In the car y/n sat leaning her head against my shoulder
âOur wedding is going to be one of the most celebrated occasions in Italy you know? Theyâre going to keep it as a national holiday and it will be broadcasted live on tv for everyone to see. Are you sure youâre ok with that?â She asked me in a soft voice
âOf course amore , as long as in the end I get to be with you. Iâm ready to do anything.â
A/n: hope you guys enjoyed this fic. Took me a while to come up with it. Would appreciate feedback and suggestions. Also please send me any requests you have! Kissies âš
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Hello! What is your opinion on Damian liking and respecting Jason's S/O?
Honestly? Love it. I love, love, love it! I donât know whether this answered your question but I hoped that in some capacity it did.
I imagine when Jason first takes you to meet the rest of the Batfam, all of whom are quite inviting and happy to get to know you with the exception being Dick, who already had the pleasure of meeting you when he dropped by Jasonâs place one time and immeditly hitting it off and becoming quite good friends.
Damian liking/ respecting you wasnât on anyoneâs bingo card. They knew how Damian was and Jason had forewarned you not to take it personally if Damian seemed a little distant and distrustful. But seeing Damian stand by you as though he knew you forever was something else entirely.
Instead of being on your ass about dating Jason, it was Jason being the one hounded by Damian throughout the duration of your visit at Wayne Manor. Making sure that he (Jason) was on his best behaviour in front of you much to the humour of everyone that wasnât poor old Jason.
âWhy Todd?â Damian asked you once Jason was out of earshot. This question wasnât uncommon as Dick had asked the same thing once he learned of yours and his brotherâs relationship.
âWhy not him? Jason may have scars on his heart but that doesnât make me love him any less.â You began as you began to subconsciously start to smile fondly at the mere thought of Jason, just like you always did whenever he wasnât with you physically. âHe often tells me that he doesnât think that he deserves to be happy, that he was wasnât born to be happy or loved. Yet I believe that he just wasnât given the opportunity to experience pure happiness.â
Damian raised a brow, uncrossing his arms. âAnd I suppose that you believe that you can fill that void?â
You looked at him, still smiling and said truthfully. âNo, but I would like to at least try and make the pain go away. Even if it is only temporarily.â Damian -from what you could deduce- looked satisfied with your answer and hummed in acceptance.
âHe makes you happy?â He then asks after a brief moment.
You didnât hesitate to respond with a firm and confident. âVery.â
âGood.â Damian replied shortly afterwards just as Jason came back into the room to place a kiss to your temple, causing you to smile and kiss his cheek in response, making him smile as a result. Damian could see that you loved Jason unconditionally and had no feelings of shame in being with him, only pride and joy and that was enough for him.
Ever since then whenever Jason goes to the manor for anything, Damian is suspiciously always there as though he was expecting him while also asking on your whereabouts and well-being but in a discreet manner. However Jason knew that Damian had grown fond of you and would tease him that he only ever wanted to hear about you and not him; To which Damian would always be adamant that he doesnât and itâs only out of respect that he asks about you because of how long youâve had to put up with Jason.
Jason isnât easily fooled by this and Damian knows it but always doubles down and at this point Jason had learn to back off whenever Damian got like that, but was secretly happy that Damian approved of you and your relationship. However in due to how long youâve been together, the thought of getting someoneâs -never-less his familyâs- approval at this point in your relationship kinda felt a little redundant, but it was the thought that counted.
So Jason would go out of his way to recount the week to Damian on what you did, who you were with and so on just so he could get him off his back, only to retell the whole thing to you once he got home because he knew you held a soft spot for Damian also and he loved that for the both of you.
Iâd also like to think that when Damian is on patrol and within the area, heâll go out of his way to visit you first. Heâll never give you a straight forward answer if you were to ever ask why, youâll only get short ones such as;
âIâm on patrol tonight.â
Or
âI was in the area following a lead.â
You werenât dumb and this wasnât the first time heâs visited you either but you never called him out on it though and just ask Dick, Barbra, Duke or anyone else in the family about this odd little routine youâve found yourself in with Damian instead. In the end most of them would tell you that no, Damian wasnât on patrol nor a case and that he just wanted to see you to make sure you were okay.
âDamian wonât outright tell you he cares or even likes being in your company. No. He has a more unique way of showing that he thinks highly of you.â Jason once told you when you wanted to learn more about his family one night as you both laid in bed. âAnd trust me when I tell ya chipmunk, Damian likes you and thatâs rare for even him. So just imagine how he must be feeling throughout all this. Trust is not something that comes easily to Damian but once you have it, heâs going to be there.â He adds on and before you could ask more about it, Jason had already fell asleep, exhausted from a really long patrol. You merely smiled and kissed his forehead before joining him in dreamland.
This maybe a little ooc but Iâd think it be funny Damian texting you -donât ask how heâd get your number, he somehow got it from Jasonâs phone- about how you need to come and pick up Jason because heâs annoying and wonât stop talking about whatever, even going so far as to send pictures of Jason mid-rant with Damianâs deadpan face in the corner of the screen, looking as though he wanted someone to end him.
Moments like those never failed to brighten your day as you remembered what Jason told you about Damian and trusting someone, never taking it for granted as it seemed that Damian putting his trust in someone was a once in a lifetime thing. Especially if that someone was a crime fighter outside of the family, or even a civilian of Gotham.
Iâd also liked to assume that Damian would be kinda protective over you. So when Jason wasnât nearby to get you out of a pinch, enter Damian who is always ready to go whenever wherever. He feels as though he has a duty in keeping you safe for Jasonâs sake but also his own too. He feels as though he didnât have to act differently with you or force himself to act against his true self.
Damian expects you to have play dates with Titus. Always. No excuses.
Titus loves you to bits and will not hide his excitement upon seeing you even if itâs been less than five minutes. He loves seeing his favourite human, second to Damian of course. So spending time with the Great Dane was always a bonus whenever you got to go visit Wayne Manor.
Overall Damian liking/respecting Jasonâs s/o would be a sight unlike any other but an extremely welcomed one at that as the possibilities are endless.
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