#but..... maybe i was wrong. it matters a lot to me that the two roommates who reached out first are the ones most picky about their company
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Sweet Girl
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Maybe some jealous Timmy? So excited you're writing again! Happy holidays!
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Description: It's the last party before you and your friends go home for the holidays. All you want to do is drink and hang out with your friends and boyfriend. Too bad you are dating Kyle and he is in a mood.
A/N: I love love love Kyle. He is probably, after Wonka, my favorite to write for Timmy these days. Had a lot of fun writing this. It is the same Kyle and reader from Good Girl.
Warning: Christmas smut. Possessive Kyle. Jealous Kyle. Public sex. spanking, degrading. Praise kink.
You laughed along with your friends as you nursed your spiked hot chocolate. “And then what happened? Did everyone get up and clap?” You teased your friend Henry slapping his shoulder.
“Har har. You don’t have to believe me, but it did happen that way,” he laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
It was your friend’s annual Christmas party before you all went your separate ways for the holidays. All finals were finished, the campus was closed, and the alcohol was flowing all night long. It wasn’t often that you let loose and drink and party. But it was a special occasion.
“So where is your better half today?” Your roommate asked taking a seat on the other side of you.
You glanced around the room at her words with furrowed eyebrows. You arrived at the party with Kyle. His arm fused to your waist and your hand shoved into his back pocket. You two were always joined at the hip but after an hour of drinking with his bandmates you went to talk with your group of friends, but Kyle promised to join you soon.
You turned back to your friends. “I have no idea. He is probably playing his bass or taking his 10th smoke break,” you said with a shrug.
“You two are adorable,” Henry said. “I’m jealous. My girlfriend decided to go to Uni in New Zealand.” He complained.
“Ah you poor baby,” you said, grabbing his cheeks and smushing them together. “What will poor Henry do?” You teased.
Henry scoffed and pushed your hands away. “I am going to go to NZ for Christmas and New Year’s. And come back and complain to you guys.”
Your small group laughed at his comment. “Just don’t clap when the plane lands,” you said, drinking more of your hot chocolate when your roommate leaned closer to you.
“I found Kyle,” she whispered.
You followed her eyes to see Kyle leaning against the wall near the drink table. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was pinning you to your seat with his dark green eyes.
You felt your heart beat up. The way it always did when you saw your boyfriend. You waved slightly but Kyle didn’t react. His band was standing around all talking animatedly but his focus was on you.
“I can’t tell if he wants to kiss you or eat you,” She teased knocking her shoulder against yours and pulling you out of your little staring contest.
Laughing slightly, you shrugged. “With Kyle, it’s hard to understand,” you said before standing up. “Excuse me.”
“Hey. We were about to play Mafia,” Someone shouted after you.
“Play without me,” you called over your shoulder as you made your way over to your boyfriend. “Hey, here you are,” you smiled, leaning against the wall next to him.
“Here I am,” he said in his low monotone voice. To anyone else, Kyle sounded like he always did. Half bored, but you could hear an edge in his tone.
“Something the matter?” You asked, blinking owlishly up at him.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and shrugged. “Nope.”
“Which is Kyle for yes. So, what’s wrong?” You whispered in case he didn’t want his bandmates to hear.
“Nothing. Go hang out with your friends,” he said shuffling once more.
You rolled your eyes. “It’s like pulling teeth with you,” you groaned grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs. You found an empty room and pushed him inside. “Okay. So are you going to continue to lie to my face or…”
Kyle chose to ignore you and set on the edge of the bed. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one up. You groaned again. Kyle was lucky you loved him and put up with his stubborn ass.
As you opened your mouth, Kyle spoke first. “So, Henry’s girlfriend is still in Australia?”
You furrowed your brows at the change of subject. “New Zealand. And yes, she will be there until she graduates. He’s going for the holidays.”
Kyle nodded nonchalantly leaning down on his elbows. “I bet you are going to miss him, hum?” He said cruelly.
You blinked at him, confused by his words. “Okay, what the hell is that supposed to mean? He’s my friend of course I’m going to miss him.”
“Really.” He said stressed uninterestedly.
“Okay. You are in a mood, and I am not going to let it ruin my night. I’ll go back to the dorms tonight. And talk to you in the morning,” you said in no mood for his crap.
“Okay. See you in the morning.” He said laying back completely on the bed. You stare at him for a moment; Waiting to see if he was going to say anything.
When it became clear he wasn’t, you scoffed and left going back downstairs to the party. You took your seat back between Henry and your roommate. “I need something strong to drink,” you announced.
“Trouble with the boyfriend?” Henry guessed.
“Nope. I just want to enjoy tonight. Our last time hanging out this year,” you said plucking his cup from his hands taking a swing only to cough as you tasted it.
“What the fuck is that?” You got out between coughs.
Your friends laughed. “Not something for lightweights,” they teased as you got up and went into the kitchen to raise your mouth out.
You swished water in your mouth a few times before spitting it out. Turning around you were startled by Kyle standing behind you. Close enough that your chest brushed his.
“Kyle I am not in the” Your words were cut off by Kyle shoving you against the sink and pressing his lips to yours.
You froze for a moment and Kyle used that opportunity to spin you around and bend you over the sink. “What are you doing?” You panted grabbing the sides of the sink so you didn’t go face-first into it.
“Reminding you who you belong to,” he scoffed, pulling your clothes down. You bit your lower lip.
“Anyone could come in, Kyle. Now here,” you complained.
“Good. I fucking want them to see. You’re my girl. My good girl, right?” He asked pulling your hair roughly.
You gasped nodding. “Yes. Yes. Always your good girl,” you replied.
“Then be good for me and take what I give you.” Kyle slapped your ass a few times. You moved pushing your ass into his hand. Kyle chuckled taking both of your ass cheeks and spreading them to look at your dripping cunt.
“You are dripping for me. I bet Henry couldn’t make you this fucking wet. This cunt only wants me. Only belong to me.”
“Is that your problem? You’re jealous?”
Kyle slapped your cunt roughly. You gasped and moaned out loud. “I didn’t ask you to speak. I thought you were my good girl.” He spanked your cunt again. Your hips stuttered and you bit your lip trying to hold back your moans.
“Oh, none of that,” he ordered. Kyle grabbed your jaw pulling your lip from between your teeth with his own teeth. “I fucking want everyone to hear you,” he ordered. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes. I’ll be good. I promise,” you whined pressing your thighs together. Your mind was blank of anything that wasn’t Kyle. You didn’t care about who heard you. You just needed his cock inside of you.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked, kissing you roughly. You whimpered into his mouth. Your eyes fluttered as you submitted to Kyle and his demands.
Kyle pulled away from you and bent you back over the sink. He spread your legs and stroked his fingers along your slit. His fingers were soaked, and he groaned pushing three of them inside of you.
“Look at your greedy little cunt just sucking my fingers right in. Fuck always so hungry for me.” He thrust his fingers deeper, curling them just right to make you see stars. You moaned louder fucking back on his fingers.
“So, fucking slutty for me. Fuck.” He could listen to your whining and moaning for him all night long. His jeans tightened and your cunt fluttered around his fingers. “Close already? I haven’t even gotten my cock in you yet.”
“Please, Kyle. Fuck me. Let everyone hear who I belong to.” You begged looking over your shoulder at him. Your eyes were filled with tears and your bottom lip jutted out.
Kyle’s eyes closed for a moment as he growled. “You’ll be the death of me,” he said pulling his fingers out of your cunt. He quickly undid his pants and pulled them down enough to get his cock out.
He slapped his cock against your cunt which pulsed now that it was empty. Kyle dipped his cock teasingly into your cunt. You bucked against him, but he was quick to pull out. “Tell me, sweet girl. Who do you belong to? Whose cock are you aching for?”
“Y-ou. Kyle. Only you. Please,” croaked out. Your skin was on fire and blood was pumping loudly in your ears.
“I love it when you beg so prettily for me.” He pressed searing kisses to the back of your neck then he replaced his lips with his hand to keep you pinned to the sink. You whimpered and wiggled your hips in anticipation.
His cock lined up with your throbbing cunt and stop. You whined titling your back. No words could come out of your mouth besides whimpers and whines. He hadn’t even fucked you yet, but you were a mess.
“Remember, only I can have you like this. You need me, sweet girl.” He said before snapping his hips forward filling you completely. You gasped and your hands tightened on the sink.
“Fuck. Take my cock, sweet girl,” he snarled pulling back and thrusting back in. Kyle pumped his hips faster and deeper inside of you. His grip on your neck pulled you back with his thrust to make sure his cock never left you completely.
You were nearly screaming as he fucked you against the sink. He shoved his cock into your tight cunt over and over. “Do you like that? Like my cock making room for you. Molding your cunt to my cock?”
“Yes yes yes. Love it. My cunt is all yours. I’m yours, Kyle. I promise always.” You dropped your head and took deep breaths as he fucked all the air out of your body. Kyle never let up and tightened his grip on your neck and rutted into you quickly.
“Mine. You’re mine,” he growled as his cum painted the inside walls of your cunt. “Shit, take my cock,” he slapped into you harder, slapping your ass and forcing you over the edge. “Milk my cock like the good girl you are,” he ordered.
He let go of your neck and put his hands over yours on the sink and kept his hips locked against yours. You clenched around him, and your legs shook. “Your good girl,” you huffed.
Kyle slowly pulled out of you and turned you around. Your eyes were a bit unfocused, and Kyle took your face in his hands. “My sweet girl,” he smiled leaning down and pecking your lips. “You’re mine, correct?”
You nodded. “Yes. Yours.” You dropped your head on his shoulder. Kyle held you close and rubbed your back soothingly as you came down from your high. Kyle put you on the counter and dropped to his knees.
“No more,” you whimpered.
“I’m just going to clear you up. I have to take care of my good girl. Yeah? I always take care of you. Don’t I?”
You leaned back on your hands as Kyle spread your thighs and dipped his tongue inside your cunt. He moaned taking his time as he cleaned you up savoring the taste of you both on his tongue.
Your hips grind on his face and you moaned pathetically. Too tired and oversensitive to do anything else. Kyle kissed your clit and both of your thighs. He leaned back and stared up at you.
You lazily looked down at him. “You were so jealous,” you said, voice completely soft and broken.
Kyle shrugged getting to his feet and fixed your clothes. You pulled him closer and tucked his cock back into his pants. You put your head on his chest and puckered your lips.
“Does my needy girl need a kiss?” He teased. You whined and he took pity on you kissing you.
“I can’t believe you fucked me in someone’s kitchen,” you groaned when what you just did hit you.”
Kyle smirked. “Now everyone knows that you belong to me.” He grabbed your chin making you look at him.
“Yes. Yours. My jealous Kyle.” You said putting your hands in his back pocket and playfully squeezing his ass.
“Call me whatever you want as long as I’m yours and you’re mine.” He said, kiss you harshly.
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the girl across your street || p3
Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader
Summary: You were only someone she met in her neighborhood, and she became someone unreachable. You were someone she only knew for half a year, and yet, the countless smiles she’d give you when you were around, the moments she looked you in the eyes where you thought you finally meant something to her, the times she’d say you were someone special to her—those became nothing but everything. You start to ponder on who could ever truly stay with you? Maybe it’s inevitable you’d go along with your life without someone special to you, someone who cherishes you like their dying wish.
Words: 2.1k
Warnings: angst, yipee!
part 4 || masterlist
You've found yourself spending a lot more time with Jenna than expected—so much so that you could almost consider yourselves roommates, having explored and learned the backstory of every picture in her living room. You knew quite a bit about Jenna, maybe not everything, but you knew her down to her music taste. Which is, maybe not a lot to some, but it was deep for you. Learning about each other's music tastes felt like exchanging wedding vows.
The two of you frequently dined at fancy restaurants or strolled through nearby supermarkets around the corner from your neighborhood. Making you wonder on where the hell is Jenna getting reservations from at the most luxurious restaurants out of town. These outings became the go-to whether you both were feeling ecstatic or just wanted to unwind after a bad day. And your meetings with eachother started occurring later in the day rather than in the early mornings.
You were slowly falling head over heals, over and over again until you went mad with her. It had reached a point where not hearing Jenna's voice or feeling her presence beside you felt wrong.
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"There's my favorite actress!" You ran towards her, a broad smile on your face that reached up to your ears. In your hands, you held a DSLR camera, not too large but not too small either.
Jenna, seated in her usual spot on the bench in front of her house, responded, "Not an actress," blocking her face with the camera you had pointed at her.
"—Yet," you grinned, "Don't you want to be in my special first video vlog?" Turning around, you gave the camera a chance to capture the changing scenery of the year, with leaves transforming into warm shades of orange and red.
You had big dreams of becoming a director, a career choice you had clung to since childhood. Piles of files filled with DVDs you had created when you were young. It didn't matter if you didn't have a deep story to tell, your videos were filled to the brim with stupid and idiotic stuff you used to do as kids and overall you were happy.
"Where'd you get that from?" Jenna asked, standing up to examine your camera's display. "Ooh… The quality's top-notch," she nodded approvingly.
"It was a very late Christmas gift from my friend I go to film school with. She saw me literally struggling with my phone, so she finally got me a camera for professionals only." You emphasized the word "professionals," feeling proud to have your very own camera instead of one borrowed from someone else.
She chuckled at your comment, "I've always wanted to film something on a camera," she whispered, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia.
You gently set the camera down, your heart trying to calm down due to how close she was to you.
"I… I have this project for my film class," you began, turning to face her. "We have to vlog something in our lives that we could watch a few years later in time. It's supposed to be something bittersweet, my prof would say." You laughed, hoping to gain Jenna's approval.
You noticed her eyes twinkling, her eyebrows raising in excitement, and her lips forming a big smile that revealed her dimples. Fuck, you were so in love, it was maddening.
"Then let this be the short film of a lifetime."
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The 'short film of a lifetime' became a series of short films of a life time. Capturing your daily talks and strolls with Jenna, hoping that one day, the two of you could meet up again and watch these videos, laughing to your hearts' content. It was a sweet memory you'd hopefully make, really.
The alarm failed to wake you up because you didn't even sleep. It was Jenna's 17th birthday, and being even a millisecond late was not an option. You hadn't been able to celebrate her 16th birthday since she had just moved to town weeks after that, you knew after months of talking to her. And now, you were determined to give her the best party yet.
You stepped outside in the outfit Jenna had picked for you during one of your shopping trips—a comfortable ensemble that solidified your opinion of Jenna's excellent fashion taste.
You had your gift ready for Jenna, all those months of saving up money and even starving yourself finally paid off as you bought headphones that she always wanted and was always ranting to you about how expensive it is, a pair of brand-new Sony Headphones to replace her old ones.
You turned on your DSLR camera, ready to record and all, until you looked up and see people loading boxes into a truck.
Your heart raced as you ran towards the truck, hoping against hope. 'Fuck, fuck fuck... Please, not today,' you repeated to yourself, breath ragged as you tried to calm down.
Spotting Jenna's sister Aliyah, you called out to her, "Aliyah! Aliyah, wait!"
Aliyah turned, a smile on her face. "Y/n! Hey…"
You exhaled, "Where's—Where's Jenna? Is she going back to your house for her birthday?" You set your camera down, your voice shaky as you released the gift bag you held.
"Didn't she tell you? She's going across the country; she just got cast for a character in a film!"
You dropped your camera, confusion and shock hitting you like a truck.
"What?"
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"There's my favorite actress!"
"Not an actress...
"—Yet."
The video played on and on, a retro sound mixed with sratches from the old camera you once cherished. You lay quietly down on your bed, your eyes starting to form eyebags, and the air starting to sound like a certain song you'd play when you're at your darkest times.
It's been half a decade since your last interaction with Jenna. Countless of sleepless nights, meals skipped, and relationships with others destroyed all because she moved across the country to pursue her acting career. Not once did she think to send you even a single letter, expressing how much she missed you or offering a simple greeting. But who were you to expect so much from her?
You get that she was busy, and you get that she has other matters to attend to. You knew for a fact the harsh reality of the entertainment industry demanded constant attention, and slipping up even once could mean being left behind. But a dark void in your soul could only want to ask of her a simple hi. You’ve watched Jenna through her films, her interviews, her Instagram stories, witnessing how she became a star. You were happy for her, there was no denying it, you were so happy for her she got to achieve the dream she was dying to succeed, but you couldn’t help but wish to celebrate it beside her, even for just one moment, rather from a distance like this.
You were only someone she met in her neighborhood, and she became someone unreachable. You were someone she only knew for two years, and yet, the countless smiles she’d give you when you were around, the moments she looked you in the eyes where you thought you finally meant something to her, the times she’d say you were someone special to her—those became nothing but everything. You start to ponder on who could ever truly stay with you. Maybe it’s inevitable you’d go along with your life without someone who’s special to you, someone who cherishes you like their dying wish.
When she left, your soul left with her. Now you were never the same. You never looked at things the same, walking down that street being something you’d regret, watching a film you’d think she would love could only make you breakdown into tears—missing her touch like you miss the warmth of the sun on a cold day. The world, once vibrant when Jenna entered your life, now appeared through somber lens, your simplest pleasures turned into tortures you would never wish on an empire.
You couldn’t be mad at her, no, you didn’t have the right to. How could you be so instantly attached to one person that they became your entire world? You spent your whole life creating memories you cherished with everyone around you. You had worlds to see, you had symphonies to hear from the beat of your headphones, you had comforting scents to smell whenever you walk into a familiar place, you had delicacies your mom once had made you when she was still in your life to taste, you had humans to touch—people that were close to your heart. Everything you had in the palm of your hands, taken away by a single glance from Jenna. It’s like your life suddenly meant nothing without her.
While you’re all smiles and laughs, trying to hide the fact you’re missing that one person who made you who you are now, thoughts of her still linger at night. You would find yourself after a grueling day, scrolling through the accounts Jenna had created, even reaching out to her closest friends or family members for any updates on her well-being. You still hope one day you’ll take that street yet again, reminiscing about the days when you were delighted to wake up on a cool winter morning and eagerly anticipate seeing someone, and that someone eagerly awaiting for you as well.
You sighed as you took a step on the street you were always walking on. It was already noon, and the feeling of not walking this road without the morning sun will always be so weird to you. The wind of the road reaches out to you like something of a horror film, your headphones you initially bought for Jennas birthday being the only escape to the reality you've sentenced yourself to, as if she was still there with you. If only you had known for what was about to strike you, maybe you would've confessed.
Like Jenna, you too achieved your dream job as a movie director. While you didn't work on big films, you were just happy you got to help bring stories to life, stories that Jenna often liked to read, hoping one day she'd maybe take interest in the films you directed.
As you walked, you find your eyes flickering to the bench Jenna used to sit down, a part of you wishing she would magically reappear and surprise you as if nothing had happened and it was all just a dream.
Then, someone was there—a brunette with the same hairstyle, engrossed in a book, much like the ones Jenna always loved.
"Jenna?" You called out, eyes widening.
The brunette started to stand up, book still in hand that was obscuring her face.
"Jen—! Fuck— Sorry…" You bumped into numerous people who seemed to have materialized on the street that wasn't crowded a moment ago.
“Jenna! Jenna, why didn’t you—" You extended your hand, wanting to touch her shoulder, feeling on the verge of breaking down into tears, desperate for an explanation, screaming whys and hows.
A car suddenly passed by you, the wind knocking you out of your senses.
Shit, it wasn't Jenna. It was never Jenna.
You were going insane. Why were you still grieving for something so alive, but so gone?
You were on your way to the location where your co-director, Emma Myers, had instructed the rest of the actors to shoot for your new film, Finest Kind. It was the first movie ever where you felt a bit uncertain, but you took it anyway. Emma was a friend you had made during your lowest days in film school, always there for your rants and providing a comforting presence that made you feel better about yourself.
Due to a morning that almost got you killed, you arrived 20 minutes late, earning applause from everyone when you finally reached the spot, Emma in the background shouting a rowdy 'Finally!' as the rest burst into laughter. It brought a genuine smile to your face, finally.
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You didn't know of the casting, since that was you, your technique. You enjoyed a bit of surprise in your approach to movie directing, a quirk Emma took note of, and so, everyone introduced themselves to you and the rest of the crew, forming bonds for the months ahead.
You sat in your chair with your last name written on the back, reviewing a script that the writers had printed out, it was fairly nice. You were already envisioning how you wanted it to go, and now you were standing up to take the affirmative with Emma, until, a certain voice caught your attention.
"Excuse me, could I…" A voice murmured behind you—a familiar voice you knew and loved from the very beginning. However, for some reason, your heart dropped, and you wished more than anything to erase yourself.
"Jenna?"
"Y/n."
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a/n: yikes!!
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Sunset lover
~Pairing: gn!Reader x Mingyu
~Genre: fluff / angst / NonIdolAU
~Warnings: Mentions of food, beach, jealousy, feelings and confusion, overthinking (don't even know what should and shouldn't be a warning at this point)
~Words: 2,5 k
~Summary: When your cousin decides to ruin family bonding time by bringing two friends to your shared beach house, you unexpectedly find a lover in his childhood friend
a/n: SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG. It's finally here!!! Wonwoo just became a background character who almost doesn't appear but yeah.
Also, regarding the boy's ages: Cheol, Mingyu and Wonwoo are the same age (one year younger than reader) and cousins May and Rina are like 4 and 7 years younger than reader, respectively.
Inpired by the songs Sunset Lover - Petit Biscuit, Fuck It- BoTalks and Bends - Carly Rae Jepsen
Taglist + anon list open! ~Foxy🦊
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When the four of you reached the food trucks, the place was full. You all walked around trying to see what kind of food there was but ended up settling for hamburgers. Rina said she wanted a regular cheeseburger and stepped out of the line to look for an empty table.
You and your cousin May fell into a comfortable conversation, talking about whatever while Mingyu stood behind you two, just listening.
Every once in a while May would sneak glances at Mingyu who attentively listened to you talk. After ordering, May decided to stay with her sister and keep her company, leaving the two of you to wait at the pickup area.
"So... Mingyu, how's life abroad? Making many new friends? Are you living alone?" You bombarded the boy with questions. It's been around three years since you last saw each other and it was a pleasant surprise to see the skinny tall boy coming home all grown up, strong, mature... and really handsome
"It's been pretty good! I live with a roommate, his name is Jeonghan. He taught me a lot haha... My classes are also fine but I'm still trying to get used to using another language whenever I leave the house" He says proudly
"Got a girlfriend?" You thread carefully
But the man smirks
"No, I only got eyes for you"
You roll your eyes smiling. He's flirty now too
"As if" you both giggle together when you get called by the staff of the food truck
After eating Mingyu excuses himself and heads to the toilet. When he's out of earshot, both your cousins turn to you and smirk.
"He's totally crushing you"
"YES. He's totally like a puppy looking at its owner... Maybe you should own him..."
You choke on your drink, almost spitting it
"Girlie are you ok? Are you guys even hearing yourselves? Mingyu's just being nice" You try to recompose yourself
"Ugh blind. He's literally giving you heart eyes, and won't stop looking at you"
"Maybe he looks up to me? Cause I'm older" You try to reason "He's just flirty. Maybe he's like this to all girls"
"He wasn't flirty with us" Rina speaks while gathering the trash
"Maybe because you're six years younger than him?" You speak with a duh tone
"Wow y/n, you're really blind. He's into you, that's why he's flirting... Oh he's back"
If Mingyu notices the sudden silence between the three of you, he doesn't mention it. You all stand up and look for a place to get dessert but the only thing on your mind is what Rina said
He's into you
What about you? Are you also into him? I mean, he's cute but you never saw him as more than your little cousin's (even if only one year difference) friend. It felt kinda wrong to crush a younger guy when you were a teenager but now... In your twenties... Does it really matter?
Mingyu notices that you're lost in thoughts and every once in a while he links your pinkies in order to bring you back and get you to not lose yourself in the crowd of people
Add caring to the list of green flags in Mingyu.
After that night, things seem to have changed a bit
Mingyu seems to be getting closer to you and also seems to be spending more time with you than with his friend, who actually invited him to the house.
You're cooking. Mingyu is there to help
You're cleaning up the kitchen. Mingyu offers to do the dishes
You're going to the beach earlier. Mingyu is ready to make you company
Mingyu was everywhere you were. Maybe your cousins were right, maybe he's... a tiny bit into you? Let's find out
One afternoon, everyone decided to stay back in the house and just lounge by the pool, but not you. You decided to take a walk on the beach. And of course, so did Mingyu.
You were a bit skeptical regarding his (and your) feelings so you came up with an idea. See if he gets jealous.
"So, Mingyu... Tell me more about that roommate of yours... Jeonghan was his name?"
"Yeah, Jeonghan" Mingyu liked talking about his friend but you seemed too interested in him and it was making him feel weird
"What's he like? Is he older?"
"Yes, he's really nice and caring but he's a menace sometimes. He's a year older than you"
"He's also from Korea?"
"Yeah..."
"Oh is he single?" You asked but this time looking deep into his eyes
Oh, how he could get lost in them. It took a lot of strength to not kiss you right now
"Hm why"
"Oh you know... weighing my options... When Cheol goes to visit you I could tag along and... meet some guys" you said looking at the beautiful sunset. Oh, he was jealous.
"Why not me?" Mingyu didn't miss a beat
"What?"
"Why not me? Go out with me. We're not kids anymore. I'm not a kid anymore" he emphasized stopping in his tracks to fully look at you
You stopped not expecting him to be so forward with his answer and feelings. Turning around he looked... ethereal
His light clothes swayed with the sea breeze and the pinks and oranges of the sunset complimented his tanned skin so well. You know Mingyu was good looking but you didn't realize he was THAT good looking
"I... You're..." You were caught off guard and didn't know how to respond.
Mingyu sighed loudly at your statement, or rather your lack of a response.
"Well, if you didn't like me that way you should just tell me. Please don't lie to make me feel better" he looked uncertain about what he said himself but turned around and walked back to the house.
Why did you say that?
When you returned to the house, the boys had gone to the market to buy more snacks and drinks
You couldn't even say sorry because he wasn't there
After getting in, you went straight to the room you shared with your cousins. They both stood in the living room and exchanged concerned looks since you didn't even spare them a glance.
Why did you say that? You didn't like him? That wasn't true and you knew it. What was it then? Afraid of being lonely? Were you being too sensitive?
Those thoughts made the tears start to flow
"y/n? Are you- oh my god" May immediately got inside after seeing you crying sitting on your bed "What happened?"
"Did something happen with Mingyu? When he came back he seemed upset as well..." Rina added and that made you cry harder
May hugged you and let you cry until you were too tired to do anymore. When you finally calmed down you told them everything, from the night you went to the food trucks to the moment he left you on the beach
Lonely am I being sensitive?
You are the sensitive one
Where are you tonight? Where's your home tonight?
Mingyu didn't mean it, but he couldn't help but put his walls up
He didn't want to be hurt anymore
When you guys were younger he saw that you looked at him the same way you looked at Seungcheol. Like a little brother, which he didn't really like. He desperately wished time would change the way you saw him and he left it up to fate
He went to uni abroad while you took yours in your home country and now it's his vacation and he's back home. Of course, he knew you met other people and he did as well, but sometimes he wished it was you there, in his arms
And now he knows that you don't want him, and it breaks him.
Of course, it crossed his mind that maybe you both could be together temporarily like some sort of summer love but he didn't think he could handle the aftermath when he left again.
He was upset but what could he do? He couldn't just stay away from you when you were living under the same roof for 2 weeks but he could distance himself a bit. Seeing you would definitely make his heart hurt more.
Mingyu didn't realize that he was being awfully quiet during the market trip, which was very unlike his upbeat puppy personality
"What happened to you?" Even quiet Wonwoo went to check on him
"Nothing"
"yeah sure" Wonwoo shrugged but Cheol turned around to put his hand on Mingyu's chest to stop him
"Are you messing around with my cousin?" Seungcheol asked skeptical
"What? No I-" Mingyu tried to defend himself
"Then what? Explain yourself. We got time" Cheol motioned for them to sit on the small bench at the market's exit. Popping open a can of beer and motioning for both friends to sit as well
"Well..."
"Well, I'm screwed. I guess I do find him endearing but at the moment I couldn't say anything. I do like him a lot but I never considered... dating him. I'm not opposed to the idea tho"
"Just go on a date with him. What could go wrong? Just go for it" May said
"What if things don't work out and we get awkward? I don't want to ruin things for Cheol-" You started to panic again
"Can you stop overthinking for one second? Just do it, the rest is the rest" Rina exclaimed "Gosh, I will charge next time for the therapy session" She smirked when you started giggling. At least you weren't crying anymore
"I guess you're right. Thanks. What would I do without you two" You said hugging them both. "Now let's go, you'll both help me with dinner"
"Oh no..."
You dragged both girls to the kitchen and gave them instructions to prep the tomatoes and arugula to make with pasta. You went to freshen up quickly, getting rid of your crying face and went back to help them and cook the pasta.
When dinner was almost done the boys arrived with more bags than anticipated.
"Sorry we took too long. We got some extra stuff because Mingyu said he was gonna prepare a special meal for us tomorrow" Cheol announced as he set the bags near the counter. The other two did the same and Mingyu started to put the ingredients away.
The girls moved to set up the table, asking Wonwoo to help by taking the heavy stack of plates to the dining area. Cheol gave you a soft smile and moved out of the kitchen as well.
"I'm-"
"I'm sorry I acted that way" Mingyu cut you off
"Actually I wanted to talk to you about it" Oh no, he thought "You caught me off guard, I won't lie, but I wanted to give it a try. You and I"
Mingyu stopped what he was doing. Maybe he was imagining things
"We could go on a date tomorrow if you'd like it... I mean, if you're still willing to"
"Yes- I mean. Yeah, I would like that" He said without hesitation
"Oh, great" you have him a shy smile " Can you help me take this pan to the table?"
"Yeah, let's go" he moved to help you smiling brightly. Maybe things were starting to work out
The next day arrived and passed as normal. In the afternoon you all decided to go grab some ice cream and you and Mingyu decided to separate from the rest to go on your date.
"You didn't have to pay you know? I'm the one who has a job and not a part-time" you smirked as he passed you the waffle cone
"I'd be rude if I didn't pay on our first date" he retorted
"Well thank you, what a gentleman" you giggled as he sat opposite you. The ice cream parlor was daily empty, but it was good because it gave you some privacy.
"Mingyu" you started "I wanted to be honest with you. I think you're cute and overall a great person, but I would be lying if I said I ever thought about dating you. I don't see you as a kid anymore, you've grown into someone so admirable... you grew up so well. Your confession wasn't something I was expecting but I guess the idea of us became... surprisingly pleasant" you said looking at him
"Y/n, thank you. For being honest with me. I- I have liked you since we were teens and when you didn't respond I put my walls up. I didn't mean to be rude to you, I guess I was just scared that you would reject me. I shouldn't have acted that way I'm sorry... but I'm happy. I'm happy that you're willing to give us a chance" he smiled. A smile you could definitely get used to.
"Well lover boy, how about that special recipe Cheol said you were going to prepare?" You said and he smirked
"Get really to taste the best dish you've ever had. I'll sweep you off your feet and you'll definitely fall for me this time" he said proudly, taking a bite of his cone and having some ice cream on the corner of his mouth
"I'll be looking forward to it" you said while grabbing a napping and cleaning the corner of his mouth.
He could get used to that
Your days at the beach were ending and your dates with Mingyu were making your relationship become stronger.
"Mingyu what are your plans when we get back to the city?" Tina asked as you all were lying on beach towels under the sunshade.
"I'll go visit my family for a while, my grandma lives on the countryside" he answered and took a peek at the magazine you were reading. Your head rested on his stretched arm and he moved you to basically lay on his chest since his arm was starting to feel numb.
"Before you go back to uni, could you spare me some time?" You asked looking up at him. Even under the sunglasses, he could see your doe eyes
"Anything for you" he smiled
"Ew, don't say those things in front of us" Seungcheol made a face of disgust and gave Mingyu a slight slap. "Anyways, anybody wants to go take a dive? I'm melting"
"Yeah let's go" Wonwoo said standing up, as well as Rina. May also stood up but reached for her purse.
"Should I get us snacks? That tent is selling French fries"
"Oh yes, please get us two portions! The boys eat too much" you responded sitting up as your dousing just nodded and went on her way.
"Before I move back I'll take you on a really nice date. Maybe at your house? I could cook again since you liked it so much" Mingyu smirked as he resumed your previous conversation
"What are you implying Mr. Kim?" You side-eyed him but smiled after "That would be nice, I'm sad you'll have to leave me soon" you pouted
"Don't worry, I'll come back running for my girlfriend. You could also visit me you know..."
"Oh? Am I your girlfriend now? Since when?" You raised your eyebrows at him. It was amusing to poke fun at him, his cute pouting was a sight you loved
"You don't want to be my girlfriend?"
You pecked those pouty lips. You were both being really cliche, but with him, things were beginning to feel right.
You pecked those pouty lips. You were both being really cliche but with him, things were beginning to feel right.
"Yes, I would love that"
I'm sorry about this open ending! I got stuck on this one and had to extend it because I wasn't liking it at all. I hope you guys like it! Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Stay tuned for the Wonwoo version!!!
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Home Coming
Warnings: Age gap (20+ years), explicit smut, brief misogyny, creepy male roommate, brief description of injury, light angst.
Simon never felt like himself in civilian clothes.
Even before the SAS, civis didn’t feel as if they fit properly, sitting all wrong on his skin, making him fidget and itch. Inside a uniform was where he belonged, always. The heavy, smothering fabric contained him perfectly, the punishing chafe of it against his skin and dense feeling weighing him down was what he deserved for everything he had done – everything he would do.
This was why the luxury soft cotton of the grey hoodie you had sent him in a care package over Christmas made him itch. The cool touch of the fabric on his scared arms poised a constant reminder of the most wonderful thing in his life that he didn’t deserve, that he was being so wretched and selfish to keep hold of when he knew the kindest thing would be to let it go.
To let you go.
You, his only addiction. You, his only indigence. You, his little wife, hidden away in a thatched cottage in the countryside, waiting for him to come home.
His world.
His weakness.
His best kept secret.
Price knew, but he didn’t know. The Captain was aware of Simon’s marriage and his will and his next of kin, all tied right back to your name – but who you were, Price hadn’t a clue. Not a description. Not a face. You were more of an anonymous mystery to Captain Price than Simon “Ghost” Riley was to his enemies – and that was exactly how he wanted it to stay.
The line for baggage claim moved slowly ahead of him, a crawl of elderly people and holidaying families with exhausted children hanging off them, whining.
A single mother with bags under her eyes and two red haired boys clinging to each of her arms stood immediately in front of Simon. The children looked between two and five, both talking up at her with thick Scottish accents as they waited impatiently.
“Mammie, will Nan have any sweets at her house?”
The older boy asked his question as he clung to her hand, swinging back and forth on his heels, staring up.
“Angus, I told you last time, Nan has diabetes. She dune have any sweets or cakes or ice lollies in her house because she canne eat them. Hamish – don’t put that near yer mouth, hen.”
The boy’s traditional Scottish names along with their mother’s own thick accent made Simon think of Jonny, how the younger man was always banging on about settling down and starting a family as if he would ever leave the service outside the confines of a body bag.
“I tell you, Lt, I’m a natural with yungans. Kiddies swamp me, dunne matter where I am, they always sniff me out. Gonna make some lass very happy one day, I am.”
He had been rambling through the coms on a private line as he performed a sweep of a building. Usually, Simon would discourage chatter from his Sergeants, tell them to keep the lines clear, but Jonny was an acceptation. The talking helped him keep calm, helped him focus, so the Lieutenant allowed it in the same way he allowed the pointless topics of conversation.
“Happy to get away from you, maybe. Talkin’ like you’d use a woman for a brood mare, Jonny.”
A titch clicked from the Scotsman’s end of the line.
“Bein’ yer head. Lots of women want to settle n’ have babeies, Lt. Wouldn’t expect you to know nun bout that. Closest I’ve seen you to a woman is in meetins with Laswell, an’ even there you stay well away.”
Tracking Jonny through the scope, Ghost had hummed.
“Know about women when I need to, Sergeant.”
Jonny’s scoff felt like it was right in his ear with how loudly it carried down the line.
“How’s that then? Enlighten me.”
Ghost took a breath, vivid memories of you in a sex drunk daze beneath him as he gently rocked his cock into you fogging his focus momentarily before he snapped back into the now.
“They like to be treated well on a night out, noticed, complimented, spoiled - then fucked good n’ hard and left the hell alone.”
Jonny inhaled between his teeth on the other end of the line like he had heard something truly awful. Ghost overcame the urge to roll his eyes when he caught sight of something that wasn’t his Sergeant moving through the scope.
“Fucking cold, Lt.”
Following the glimpse of movement with his sights, Ghost hummed.
“Naturally.”
Jonny suddenly went quiet.
Ghost’s finger jumped to the trigger of his rifle, digit itching in the air over the latch.
Then Jonny laughed, light and relieved.
“Bleedin’ - it’s a cat, Lt. Skinny, black n’ white. Poor bugger looks a sight like you.”
Ghost’s finger fell. He smiled slightly.
“Must have luck with the ladies, then.”
Jonny makes light kissing noises. Ghost sees him crouching down through a gap of crumbling wall, the flick of a long, black tail wrapping around his left wrist as he risked giving the animal a quick pat.
“I don’t reckon so from what you’ve said. Tell me you at least send ‘em off nice with a little kiss.”
Ghost shook his head with no one to see.
“Never.”
He watched Jonny stand.
“Keep on like that and you’re going to be a lonely bastard, Ghost.”
The warm metal of his wedding band clicked off the braille imprints of his dog tags inside his shirt as Ghost shifted on his elbows.
“Already am, Jonny. Already am.”
The sharp sound of the woman in the line ahead of him scolding the elder of her two sons made Simon snap out of his daze, eyes coming to focus on what was in front of him as the woman ducked to try and grab her bag where it rolled briskly past her on the conveyer belt.
She missed it, but only just. Cursing under her breath, she turned back to her boys, bright green eyes setting themselves on Simon who, up until that moment, she hadn’t noticed.
There was no way to be sure, but Simon thinks she notices the scar cut from the top of his lip to the sharp of his cheekbone first, her gaze tracking from it to the wisp of black ink sneaking from under the collar of his shirt marking the place his full sleeve of tattoos began. After that, she stepped past him to gather her children from where they had been standing, looking back at Simon with an open expression of fear that told him she was a smart woman.
The alarmed frame of her wide eyes was the same way you had looked at him that first time. You had sat soaking wet in the middle of the woods, cradling your broken ankle, staring up at Simon where he stood between a clearing of trees, looking down at you in silence.
He was wearing a baklava that day, partly because of the spectacular cold but mainly because he felt most comfortable with his face swaddled and hidden.
Where he took comfort in the covering, you were thoroughly terrified of it.
Simon hadn’t said a word, but you were already plating your hands in the earth behind you, dragging yourself backwards, shaking your head ‘no’.
He would have assured you then, said that he wasn’t dangerous, that he wasn’t going to hurt you - that he couldn’t - but it would have been a bare faced lie.
Simon was the most dangerous man in the little English town he chose to spend his leaves visiting.
He was probably one of the most dangerous men in the country.
So, instead of empty reassurance, he led with an observation, a statement that was indisputable.
“You’re hurt.”
You had tears in your eyes, and your jaw was gritting so tightly he could see the tendons of muscle there jumping.
Despite all the evidence working against you, you shook your head.
“Fine – I’m fine, really. Just a sprain.”
Looking at the limp, almost flaccid way your foot hung from your ankle, Simon had raised his eyebrows.
It was rare to see anyone else in the woods were he liked to take long walks, which made you all the more obvious, cowering in the undergrowth where you’d fallen like something out of a fairy tale.
Looking at the track of newly broken branches and crushed foliage that led down to where you sat, he jutted his chin.
“Took a tumble, too.”
Again, it wasn’t a question.
Your voice tremored when you spoke again, expression splitting with pain too severe to disguise.
“I lost my footing on a jog. It’s not as bad as it looks. Just a sprain.”
The last words pushed out of you between gritted teeth, hissing as you repeated it like your clearly shattered ankle would miraculously mend itself if you simply willed it to.
Simon, who knew from personal experience just how agonizing broken ankles could be,
didn’t buy your excuse.
You looked up at him, gritting your teeth.
“Look, I appreciate you stopping, but I’m fine, really.”
You had lied convincingly. Simon looked at you, seeing the gripping fear on your face and understanding without doubt that he was the cause.
Smart girl.
You were young, no lines of worry worn across your brow or deep, bruising bags under your eyes as you stared up at him, chest quick as it rose and fell. Simon tilted his head, considering you. To him, you weren’t much more than a kid.
He’d probably been in the service when you were in nappies.
Your shoulders tensed up to your ears as you looked back at him, waiting for Simon to take your hint and leave without you having to say the words.
Eventually, after deliberating within his head whether or not he was comfortable leaving you alone and injured in the middle of the woods, he resolved that it was your choice what you did, and he wasn’t about to force you to accept his aid.
Simon had inclined his head in a short nod, then sank back into the shadow of trees without another word.
That was you. His silly, stubborn girl, gritting your teeth though the pain as you weighed up risk and reward, as smart as you were stupid.
Lifting his worn-out camo duffle bag off the conveyer belt, Simon worked his teeth as he cast it over the less sore of his shoulders and maneuvered himself carefully through the crowd, wishing civvis would scatter out of his path the same way personnel did when he was on the job – but he wasn’t Ghost anymore.
Ghost didn’t come home with him, he stayed where he belonged, on base, covered in blood and sweat and sin, left to lurk in a corner of the barracks until Simon returned, leading him back into the light like an old, battered guard dog on a short chain.
Ghost didn’t come home.
Ghost wasn’t allowed to touch you, see you, know you, feel your softness under his rough hands or hear the gentle sound of your voice.
Simon knew that if Ghost tasted you, untainted, precious, pure beauty down to your core – he would fight Simon to horde your perfection all for himself.
Simon knew that if Ghost decided to fight him, he didn’t have a single hope of winning.
He caught a cab to town, the thought of the huge bill easier to face than an hour on public transport surrounded by screaming children, fussing babies, and antsy adults.
The cabbie didn’t try to strike up a conversation beyond a polite greeting nod in the rear-view and a quite question as to how his night had been.
“Not bad. Cheers.”
It was a quarter past one in the morning when they stopped by the village green, Simon leaning forward to pay, thanking the driver shortly before he hoisted his duffle over a shoulder again and sets out into the cold of the night to undertake the half hour walk to the cottage.
It was the only way he allowed himself to get home, a tradition born out of a fear of being followed, of accidently leading people who wanted to hurt him right back to the only thing that could hurt him.
You.
It was the middle of spring and everything that is green was flowering, flourishing, and growing upward or outward, making Simon’s journey to the cottage slower by ten minutes as he crossed through fields and climbed over fences. A tiny calf looked up at him in bewilderment from beside its mother as he cut across Martin’s grazing patch where it stretched between the back of his farm and the front of your cottage.
Because it was your cottage.
Simon had paid for it, money no object for him given how much of it had saved over his decades in the military, but you chose it – made it into a home.
He had never given any thought to where he would live when his body stopped being able to bear the constant abuse of his career. Simon thinks he would have ended up in some plain, boxy apartment if he was left to his own devices. It would be clean, practical, probably in a nice neighborhood with a good view off the balcony for when he went out to have a smoke, but he had never thought of details.
What colour the couch might be. If he wanted silk sheets or cotton. Which brand of crockery he would buy. Whether the cutlery would be silver or brass.
You, on the other hand, had dedicated hours of your life curating files of photos on your phone and boxes of things in you’re already cramped flat for the house you would have one day. Back when Simon first met you, you had shared rent with Thomas, a twenty-five-year-old student finishing his PHD in between sessions of trying to sniff your dirty clothes. The man had the balls to openly glare at Simon over your shoulder whenever he was around to visit, as if the scrawny, balding IT prick would have had a chance with you even if all his hair magically sprung back and his dick grew four inches.
You had been on the couch, pressed right up against Simon’s side as you scrolled through images on the small screen dizzyingly fast, talking a mile a minute in your excitement to explain ‘cottagecore’ to him.
“ – it’s like the Little House on the Prairie and Beatrix Potter books meshed into one. Lots of florals, slow living, pastel colours, baking; and wicker baskets – so many wicker baskets.”
The saturated pictures on your phone were only given a few seconds of showing each before your thumb swiped across to the next and the next. Even with the quick turnaround, Simon was able to divulge the gist of your fixation.
Cozy, domestic, countryside cottages or villas, cows, the types of crockery and printed, flowery bedding his Nan had owned when she was alive.
“It doesn’t really work for a flat, obviously, but I’ve been bombarding charity shops the past two years and I’ve collected some really great stuff. That’s what’s stashed in those boxes in my bedroom, if you were wondering – and don’t say it’s a horde. It’s not. It’s a collection, and an investment. An investment collection.”
The noise of the kettle clicking on in the kitchen preceded the nasally sound of Thomas’ voice, inserting himself even when he wasn’t invited.
The little dick had a real skill for that.
“It is a horde, babe.”
Simon’s fingers flickered in an involuntary pulse of agitation where they rested sung on the underside of your thighs. Babe. The stupid thing Thomas called you more than your own name. It was grating, fucking juvenile, and he had to remind himself not smack the younger man in the mouth every time he used it to refer to you.
You were sitting half over Simon’s lap, long, lithe legs stretched out onto the rest of the couch, dressed only in a pair of pink underpants and one of the many shirts he had let you ‘steal’ from him over the five months you had been dating.
Simon pulled you more tightly into his lap and snatched the pilling throw from where it hung, wonkily, over the back of the couch to cover your legs, using his left hand to support your back and hold the edge of the blanket high over your hip.
You didn’t question the handling for a second, happily sinking deeper into Simon’s hold, eyes still on your phone as you replied to your flat mate.
“It is not, Thomas.”
Simon took a deep, steadying breath when the man addressed stepped into view through the door to the kitchen. He was dressed in a white button down that was two sizes too big for him with black dress pants, but, oddly, no tie. His hair – what little of it still clung to his scalp – was combed back and gelled.
Simon could imagine what he smelled like all the way across the lounge room.
It was nothing good.
“No, it is. When do you think you’re going to use any of it? You can barely make rent on a flat this shitty – and you just got laid off. Again. Besides, you wouldn’t be able to afford anything like you’re fantasizing about in this economy even if you could hold down a job for more than one month at a time.”
Thomas was five foot nothing, even shorter than Soap, which meant he was probably less than half Simon’s size – which meant, in turn, that if Simon stood up and punched him square in the face, there was a very real chance the twenty year old would sustain a brain bleed and fucking die.
The thought of killing Thomas didn’t put Simon off in the slightest.
The idea of you witnessing a murder, did.
“PHDs start writing themselves since I was at Uni, Tom?”
Simon’s deliberate use of the ‘nickname’ might have seemed affectionate, but he knew Thomas hated it.
The red head smiled, thin and full of irritation.
“You went to university, Simon? Packed full of surprises. That where they taught you to pick up girls young enough to be your daughter?”
Thomas used his disgust at the, admittedly cavernous, age gap between yourself and Simon as a scapegoat for his jealousy and ‘disapproval’ toward the older man and your relationship. Acting like you gave a single fuck about his opinions either way.
You didn’t.
You had told Simon as much as many times as Thomas had brought it up and tried to pick a fight over nothing. It was climbing to the high tens. It was getting old.
Simon wondered how upset you be if he only slapped Tom.
“Push off, Thomas. Simon’s got a full diploma. I already told you, dating was my idea. Simon didn’t want to. Had to convince him.”
Convince was the word. Simon’s anger was sated briefly by the memory of you with your hands planted on his chest, bracing your body as you panted, cheeks flushed, breasts pressed together by your arms and bouncing right in his face as you rode his cock like it was the best thing you had ever done and the last thing you would ever do.
Your reprimand stopped the redhead short of any rebut.
Huffing, he got one last glare in at Simon before turning sharply on his heel and marching back into the kitchen.
Switching your phone off and dropping it into your lap, you tilted your head back to rest on Simon’s shoulder, smiling at him apologetically.
“Sorry about him. You know I don’t care what he says. He’s just trying to look out for me in his own, weird way.”
Tapping a finger under your chin to tilt your head back for him, Simon hummed, appreciating the way you leaned fully into his touch.
Your absolute trust.
He didn’t deserve it.
“Tom wants to think I’m a skinhead, that’s his choice. I don’t want to hear you apologizing for it anymore. Alrigh’?”
He watched your face turn pink. You nodded.
He placed a quick kiss on your temple.
“Good girl.”
The quick bit of praise made your skin go from pink to bright red in a second, no doubt remembering when he had called you his good girl an hour before.
Eyes watering, looking up at him through clumped lashes as you did so well to follow his instructions and breathe through your nose, hands splayed on his thighs as he fed another inch of himself into your stretched mouth. It was only the second time you had tried giving oral sex, not just to Simon, but ever. Your determination to overcome your own clear discomfort to please him was almost enough to make him finish as soon as his tip touched your tongue, but Simon was nothing if not disciplined.
He sat looming above you, staying perfectly still as you took him into your mouth.
“That’s it, good and slow. Fuck. Doing so well for me, pet.”
You had blinked up at him, eyebrows pinching together. He felt your pulse jump under his thumb where it was gently wedged at the hinge of your jaw, monitoring. Simon watched your face carefully, searching for any sign of pain, readying to pull back out if you gagged.
Tears brimmed over. Instantly, he took hold of your head, fingers lacing gently into hair, intent on pulling you off him, but your own hand jumped up to grab his, holding them still.
Confused by the conflicting signals, he frowned and froze.
“You want me to stop, love?”
You went to shake your head then thought better of it, instead muffling a thick ‘no’ around his length. The sensation forced Simon to close his eyes and regroup his train of thought.
“You want to keep going? Tap my thigh once for yes, twice no.”
Right away you tapped him on the thigh once, nostrils flaring as you took a deep breath, staring up at him like he was the best thing in the world – like you wanted to stay on your knees for him forever.
Simon cupped the side of your face softly, gently sweeping away a tear that was tracking its way down your cheek.
“That’s my good girl.”
A fox screamed somewhere far off in the forest as Simon’s boots crunched up the pebbles that led up the path to the cottage gate, the man making his footsteps heavy and deliberate as he approached. The gate, a low one with white pickets that he had built for you, squeaked softly on its hinges as he swung it open and then closed behind himself.
Simon’s breath misted thick and grey in the air as he exhaled, long and steadying.
He rapped his knuckles on the sturdy wood of the front door in rhythm, a five-beat knock that only he and you knew.
By then it was three in the morning, sky pitch black and sprinkled with stars, the world around him silent except for the reverberation of the last knock.
Then there was golden light spilling over the lush green of the front garden. He looked up, watching the newly illuminated bedroom window where he knew you were kicking off the heavy layers of quilts and sheets and blankets, fighting your way through pillows until you were off the bed, on the floor, and hurtling into the hall.
Simon’s heart startled in his chest when he heard a loud, fumbling bang that he worried was you missing a few steps on the flight of sitars down and harshly bouncing off the corner wall at the bottom.
The sound of the latch being thrown open rang out only a second before the front door pulled wide to reveal you, favoring your right leg dressed in one of Simon’s old hoodies and a pair of baggy plaid pajama pants.
You took him in the same way he looked over you.
Then your face was breaking around a sob and you were throwing yourself across the threshold and into his arms despite the bitter cold.
Simon dropped his duffle to the dewy grass as he wrapped both arms tight around you, lifting you straight off your feet as he bowed his head to the crook of your neck. He breathed in the scent of strawberry shampoo, plain soap, and clean linen as he felt your hot tears thawing the cold from his skin, your whole body shaking with sobs as you clung to him.
“Simon.”
You whispered his name in a voice ragged with emotion. Hearing it from your lips, Simon squeezed you tighter.
He was home.
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hi socks just wanna let u know i have been thinking about those vashwood as roommates headcanons and i always come back to it cz it’s somehow??? so comforting??? 10/10 chef’s kiss thank u!
it's honestly my comfort au-- so here's a part two ! (here's part one)
Having Vash and Wolfwood as roommates would include(part two);;
warnings;; I included some nsfw headcanons this time. they're at the end and have a warning. This also has a bit of fighting/angst that ends in fluff
notes: i have a couple of fics in the work for this au. let me know if there any big moments you would like to see written out into a full fic! (also possibly a knives spin off??)
Their jobs/majors
I kind of feel like Vash is studying in the science department. Specifically something that has to do with plant science? Botany, Environmental science, maybe even biology? I know it’s a little on the nose but I really do think it would work perfectly for him
Maybe he even opens up his own little flower shop in the future??
No matter what he has a lot of labs and he is always tired after them.
He probably has a part-time job as a barista at a little cafe on campus
No thoughts just Vash in a cute little apron
He’s a fan favorite among the college kids. They say he makes the best coffee, and he sometimes gives people little freebies when they look sad
His manager Meryl actively yells at him for it, but she doesn’t actually care that much.
He ALWAYS will give you freebies if you come in to visit him. He gets a free drink as an employee, and he’ll save it for you just in case you come in. Sometimes he’ll even take it to go and drop it off for you
Wolfwood gives huge phycology vibes. Mans had a messed up childhood and wants nothing more than to help other people through that stuff
Either that or he’s an art student. I can see that too
He takes school very seriously, but he is horrible at math. He cannot divide to save his life. He’s had to retake his math class like three times
His job? Well nobody knows and at this point everyone is too scared to ask. (He’s a security guard lol)
Whatever it is, he hates it. He comes home grumpy and needs lots of hugs and kisses.
He’ll be all pouty and pissed off, and then you’ll give him a little kiss on the cheek and a small smile will break out
Bonus; Knives is on the track to becoming a surgeon. I will die on the hill that he is going into the medical field. (he’d look so good in scrubs) and i know McDonalds knives is kind of funny, but I'm thinking he’s actually and EMT. Imagine getting hurt and having Knives be your first responder (id die on the spot)
First Date
It’s not really a date- well you don’t call it a date. Vash just walks in with a couple of free tickets to a haunted house event thing and asks if you and Wolfwood want to come
You’re like hell yeah
The drive there is like the calm before the storm. You listen to some music, seated in front with wolfwood driving. He definitely has his hand on your thigh. Vash is super excited about finally doing something that isn’t getting high and playing games
You all thought it was gonna be some dumb little spooky house. They’re never that scary. It’s just fun to see all the decorations and actors
Oh boy were you wrong
It’s so well put together. The actors are really into it, and they have amazing make up. When you’re standing in line, some clown girl walks up to Vash and you watch the regret build up on his face. The guy is already terrified
The first hallway is pitch black, and you have to rely on a feeling your way through it. Vash is mumbling about how much he hates it the entire time
Wolfwood is like “Don’t worry guys I’ll protect you.” And then proceeds to let out the loudest scream when the lights come on and there’s a girl dressed up as a ghost standing there
Soon all three of you are huddled up, holding hands, and shaking
These things should not be that scary!!!
It’s Vash who gets you kicked out
He gets so spooked that he runs into a bunch of boxes and knocks one of the fake walls down. The entire thing has to stop to fix it
You’re all banned
After that you go eat pancakes and complain about how scary it was
When things get tense
Fights can happen sometimes
None of you are perfect, and those boys have gone through some shit
Vash tends to shut himself away from you when he’s upset. He doesn’t come out of his room, and when he does he pretends like he’s fine.
He doesn’t like burdening other people with his problems.
Eventually it just starts to feel like he doesn’t trust you enough to let you in. SIt gets really bad when he tells you to go away one day, and you watch Wolfwood walk into his room 30 minutes later
It doesn’t really turn into a fight. You just get sad, and even a little insecure. So, you avoid him back. Not because you’re vengeful, just because you feel hurt
A few days of the two of you not talking and Vash is in tears by your door
He begs for forgiveness and explains why he’s like this
You tell him it’s okay, but what he does really hurt you. He promises to work on it, and he does
That night the two of you make up for loss time
Wolfwood and you fight a lot more
Most of the time it’s silly little arguments that you solve pretty fast
Wolfwood is bad at communicating in general. But especially when it comes to his feelings
He has really bad days sometimes, and he can get grumpy really fast these days, and one day you really piss him off
He won’t tell you what you did though, he just gives you the cold shoulder
That pisses you off because you’d so be willing to talk it out and apologize, but he won’t tell you what you did
So you’re mad now too
Things are tense between you too, and it all comes to an end on movie night when you start arguing about what movie to watch
You want to watch one of your favorite movies from your childhood and he says that it’s a stupid movie
Things get heated fast, while Vash just disappears into the background. He that the two of you need to workout your problems on your own (but he really wants to intervene)
When the tears start falling, Wolfwood immediately stops
He takes a breath, and the two of you sit down and just talk.
You talk ALL night about what happened, and what the two of you could have done better. In the end, you fall asleep on his chest while he plays with your hair.
You have movie night the next night to make up for it, and he puts the movie you wanted to watch in before you can even talk about it ( he ends up loving the movie and after that you two watch it all the time)
Id have to make an entire other thing for when Vash and Wolfwood fight because it’s no fun for anyone
NSFW stuff
After the three of you finally get past the awkward stages and start fucking, you find out these two are…horny
They’ll grab you and go to town any time
They really like to share you, but there’s no jealousy in the relationship so it’s okay for one on one time as well!
Wolfwood will pull you into steamy make out sessions whenever. He’ll do it out of nowhere. I imagine he just really likes you, and can’t get enough
He’s very handsy. He’ll constantly have his hand on your hips, or your thigh, and your waist. He likes touching you
He’s the type to sneak risqué touches in public. He like watching you struggle to not let anyone else know what he’s doing
Quickies everywhere with Wolfwood
Vash is a lot more loving (not that Wolfwood isn’t loving– he probably has cried during sex)
Vash takes his time though. He wants every moment with you to be special. He likes to do stuff like rubbing your back, and peppering kisses down your shoulders. He’ll run his hand up your shirt, and kiss your neck softly. He builds up to it
He really likes shower/bath sex. It’s intimate and relaxing
He also like when you take control (i know he’s a whimperer)
He is so bad at any type of public sex though. He gets embarrassed way too easily (and i think Wolfwood has fun with that)
When the three of you do it together it’s fucking electric
#wolfwood x reader#vash x reader#nicholas d wolfwood x reader#vash the stampede x reader#vashwood x reader#wolfwood headcanons#vash headcanons
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“Trust me, I got nothing for you other than love.”
—Ethan Landry
PAIRING: ☁️Ethan!Landry x Fem!Reader
no ghostface au (Quinn and Ethan Are known as siblings as well as detective Bailey as their father. Also Richie still dies but instead of Sam murdering him in a car accident) overly sensitive ethan
TW: feelings of being insecure, kinda of angst? Mostly fluff. Not sure. Relationship complications?
SUMMARY: your boyfriend is insecure and doesn’t know how to express his feelings to you.
TAGS: @theyluvvstu
you and Ethan started dating about 4 months ago, you two met at the party. He caught your eye and you caught his. You felt a connection between you two and you saw him eying you down the whole party. But the good thing about that was that you knew his roommate, Chad. Chad introduced you two and you guys hit it off pretty quick.
after a while in the talking stage ethan decided to build up the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend at your favorite cafe. Although you thought he was quite attractive you also loved his personality and everything about him so you easily accepted his offer. Ever since that has happened you two have been dating and you slowly started to hang around that friend group and got closer to Mindy and Tara.
but lately… you’ve noticed that Ethan was slowly drifting away. Was it because he didn’t like you anymore? Maybe he found somebody else?? But little did you know the real reason was because he thought he wasn’t good enough for you. He was never that type of boyfriend to be overly protective or controlling. You were his first girlfriend actually, he didn’t know much about relationships until he met you.
growing up Ethan never really had much experience with love. His mother and father always arguing and his late older brother and sister arguing also. He never knew what real love was, since he was kinda in the middle of everything he was neglected from a lot of events and social life until he met all of you in college and he’s really thankful for that.
he was having a bad day and he decided to go back to his dorm, when he opened his dorm he saw you and Chad sitting on the couch talking. It kinda surprised him since you didn’t tell him that you were coming over but then again Chad knew you before he did and you were probably closer to Chad. When he came in you both greeted him and you got up to hug and give him a kiss on the cheek “hey e” you say with a big smile on your face. Him looking at your beautiful smile comforted him. “You should watch a movie with us” Chad offers to him with a smile on his face.
Ethan politely declines the offer with the excuse that he was tired. But in reality he was kind of upset. He saw the way Chad was looking at you and to him that was the look of love. You saw Chad as a brother and the feeling was mutual. He saw you as another sister!
before you could convince him to stay because you missed his company. he walks into his room. Leaving you a bit confused thinking he was mad at your or something. But he wasn’t mad at you he was just overthinking to himself once again. He was always an overthinker no matter what the topic was about. “She seems so happy with him…” he thinks to himself as he sits his backpack down and sits on his bed.
“did I do something wrong?” you ask Chad in a worried tone hoping for a reliable answer. “Maybe he’s just tired?” Chad suggests while still sitting down. He doesn’t seem as worried as you. You tried to calm down.. as much as you wanted to burst into his room and apologize for whatever you did you didn’t want to bother him Incase chad was right. Little did you know how much better he would feel of you did bother him, he needed you in his touch and he just wanted to hug you so badly. He started to feel frustrated and tears started falling from his eyes.
he knew it was too good to be true from the beginning. “I don’t know what I expected..somebody as beautiful as Y/N couldn’t be interested in somebody like me.” He says out loud to himself trying to calm himself down. He wasn’t mad at you he was just upset that he wasn’t enough for you. Chad had everything Ethan didn’t. He was Athletic confident and outgoing. While Ethan on the other hand was better at the academic stuff and stayed to himself more.
you decided to pause the movie to go to the bathroom, chad had already fell asleep. The bathroom was near Ethan’s room and right beside chads room. All of a sudden while you’re passing by to enter the bathroom you hear sounds of sniffling coming from Ethan’s room. Concerned you quickly open the door scanning around the room to see the brown curly haired dude covering his face with his hands. This view made your heart break completely. Your boyfriend was in his room crying the entire time and you had no idea at all. You quickly walk over to him and grab him by his hands. “E… are you okay?? What happened!” looking him in his eyes to see them all red and watery. He couldn’t even talk he just gave you a hug
and of course you accepted that hug. This calmed him down immediately. “Y/n..you know you don’t have to be with me if you don’t want to.” This catches you completely off guard as your eyes widen. “What do you mean e…?” You were confused completely and scared that he was gonna end things off with you. “Did I do something wrong?” You ask again in a worried tone. “No no.. you didn’t do anything wrong” he reassures you while taking one of his hands to wipe his tears off his face. “It’s just..I seen the way Chad looks at you. You two seem so happy together” it all starts making sense to you now. You suddenly start laughing which causes more concern to the boy
“Ethan, I think of Chad as a brother and I can tell you right now the feelings mutual” saying this confidently with a reassuring smile. It definitely reassured him. He got embarrassed quickly and started laughing “this is so embarrassing..” which makes you chuckle more. You feel more relief to see him like this. “Ethan I love you so much, I would never choose anybody else but you” you say while giving him a kiss on the lips and hugging him. “Trust me i have nothing else for you BUT love” taking his hands back into your hand.
“I love you too y/n”
(also you did text him to tell him you were coming over, his phone was just dead and he didn’t see then notification until later)
Lmk if this is good I was tired when I made it … it was jus an idea I had in my head
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Hey, this is my first time requesting some docs. I’m really craving some possessive Derek🥹 Sterek please
Sure!
it’s obvious, you’re oblivious by EvanesDust | 14.8K | Explicit
Derek’s new roommate is alpha bait but seems disinterested in everyone—especially Derek.
Stiles is suddenly popular, but can’t seem to catch the interest of the only alpha he actually likes.
…or the one where Stiles and Derek get paired together in room assignments and are secretly in love with the other.
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Derek waits, thinking it will only be a matter of when, not if. But nothing ever happens.
Stiles doesn’t jump him when they’re pressed close watching films on the couch, he doesn’t clumsily kiss him while wearing his stupid sombrero and he doesn’t grab Derek’s hand when they’re at the movies.
He doesn’t do any of the things that Derek had predicted he’d do.
In fact, he doesn’t do anything at all when it comes to Derek.
Derek’s not used to having to make the first move and it terrifies him; even with his limited romantic experience with a few homicidal women, they usually just took what they wanted from him.
Derek’s never wanted anyone like he wants Stiles and every time he sees him lately, it’s like it gets a tiny bit worse.
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Well Stiles, you told me a few weeks ago that you thought Derek was leading a cult.”
At that Derek whipped his head toward Stiles in shock. “You thought I was a cult leader?”
Stiles will not be shamed. “Well, either you or Peter. Peter made more sense, but since he deferred to you that one time I was a little unsure. I mean, what else could I think with all the weird shit going on. You, hanging out with random high school seniors, doing secret things, ordering them around like you are their parent, them actually doing what you tell them. It’s really weird, okay?”
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After Derek is the one who saves Stiles from a terrible night gone wrong, they aren't the only ones forced to overcome barriers, break down walls, and try to rebuild their lives one step at a time.
Though, they are are the only ones doing it together.
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This was supposed to be a routine scouting mission. Go check out the creepy warehouse that suddenly appeared behind the abandoned movie theater off route 15; take some notes, maybe a photo or two. Do some basic recon and report back to the rest of the pack.
That is decidedly not what happened. And now, standing chest-to-chest, squished into a shipping crate with Derek, Stiles absently wonders where he went wrong.
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When a near-miss with a kelpie results in an encounter that he could never have predicted, Stiles begins to think his life might be getting back on track.
He's wrong.
Stiles' life is so messed up he can't even begin to explain it, maybe it's time for him to finally do something for himself and get out of Beacon Hills. But where will that path lead?
With Stiles involved, no doubt danger and death won't be far behind.
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i have this like one hc that pro-hero work involves a lot of traveling, especially in the beginning. they move here for six months and then there for four and then here for 14 and so on, just to get experience out in the field.
so it only makes sense you and bakugou end things, right at the start of his career.
and it's okay. it is. bc you both love each other and you know that, know that it's not ending bc of any huge, terrible fight that makes you enemies of one another. all the memories you'll carry can stay gold, not tarnished by anything other than the bittersweet distance.
getting used to it takes a little time, that's all; before he was your boyfriend, he was your friend, first and foremost. someone you had inside jokes with and had similar interests you could talk to about for hours, things that you only did with him and no one else. things only he knew. and not getting to tell him exciting news about college or ask if he saw the limited edition, golden age all might nendoroid they're releasing at the end of the year...sucks. it feels wrong, like these are things he's supposed to know, no matter what. things you're supposed to talk about.
you call him five months into his eight month nagoya contract and he doesn't answer. you think maybe he changed his number and didn't tell you, bc he doesn't actually have to anymore. bakugou has always been good about self control, keeping to himself, and it wouldn't surprise you if he's written you off without a second thought—bc this is how it's supposed to be when you break up with someone.
it's not until the next day that you get a text, late in the evening.
[9:26 PM] did you mean to call me
of course you did, but maybe you shouldn't have. hearing the line ring over and over again—it's cemented the realization that he's not thinking about you anymore. that he's moved on and you should too and he probably doesn't want to hear whatever if is you want to talk about. he'll probably just think you're weird. clingy.
yeah, but it's nothing important [9:32 PM]
he reads it immediately and—nothing happens. and you think that's it. hopefully you didn't come off too passive aggressive and now he thinks you're mad that he didn't answer. maybe you should have put an emoji, the little smiling one with the hands to show no biggie ! maybe you should have just said that, or that you couldn't remember the name of that hiking trail you did together two summers ago, but then you googled it and didn't need him anymore. or something.
he calls at 10:03.
your heart is in your throat when you pick up, beating like crazy bc you haven't heard his voice in a while. "uh, hello?"
and he hesitates too; his drawn out inhale doesn’t go unnoticed. "hey."
there's a brief period of silence on the line, some light shuffling on his end. sounds of cars passing, the rare honk of what traffic lingers this late at night. the wind scratches by, audible, and you shiver despite being in your own bed. you imagine him under a dim streetlight, fully outfitted.
bakugou huffs, "you called me?"
"yeah," you blink and sit up, though you don't know why. maybe because this needs your full attention, or because you don't want your voice to get muffled by your pillow. "i was just, uh—my roommate. she asked me if i've ever been to gekikara gourmet festival—"
"oh my god."
it's the exasperation in his voice that makes you laugh, so vivid, exactly as you remember it, and you can picture the face he must be making. "i know, i was like 'oh boy, have i'."
"d'you tell her you puked—"
"—with my head between my knees while sitting on that kiddie slide, yes i did."
he snorts, just the way he did as he patted the back of your head that night, awkwardly, standing beside you with a fist at his side. "told you not to try those fucking noodles."
you agree. "they were making even you sweat, i don't know what i was thinking."
it had been one of your first official dates, and you think all the spicy food didn't help with your restless nerves. it always felt stupid, looking back on it, to be so afraid; you'd known bakugou forever, and the only difference between that night and the many you'd spent before as friends was that he'd kissed your temple, lips red from spice and all. it was just bakugou, you thought. what was there to be anxious about?
and now the silence is making your stomach turn.
"yeah," you continue lamely, "nothing important, it just—made me think of you."
he doesn't say anything. if it weren't for the distant slam of something—a trash can lid or car door—you would think he hung up. he's always had a hard time with his words and you don't really even understand why he called instead of texting. if there was something he wanted to say to you, you aren't sure he could.
"so, i guess i'll let you—"
"y'got a roommate now?"
"uh, yeah." something ugly in your stomach wants there to be jealousy in his tone, and you shake your head to be rid of the thought. because it shouldn't matter. "she's in a couple of my classes. big fan of, like, kpop and stuff."
he snorts again and you can imagine the roll of his eyes, bright with amusement despite the frown on his lips. you love that look on him; so content that it felt out of his character, something he wanted to hide. being the cause of it has always been so sweet. "different apartment?"
"yeah, in a little dorm on campus." he didn't live with you long, just in the time between graduating and when his applications to agencies began returning acceptions. "couldn't afford that place by myself."
bakugou hums, and your eyes swim so suddenly that you have to take the phone away from your head. you wonder if he misses those days as much as you do. the simple life, doing the mundane together; washing clothes in the laundry room downstairs, having to clean the dishes by hand or the dishwasher would flood the tiny kitchen, taking quick showers together so that you'd both get hot water.
it was terrible. it was perfect. the kind of life you could never have, with dynamight.
his voice buzzes distantly and you sniff, wiping at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater before putting the phone back up to your ear.
"what'd you say?"
"that—" he huffs, "nothin'." you sniff again, unthinking, and he goes completely silent again. no inhale, no exhale.
he's not stupid. he probably knew this would happen and that's why he didn't want to answer. it was hard enough for him to get the words out the first time ("just gonna be shit, for you to be waitin'. eraser told me not to—won't be able to keep any fucking—and i don't wanna be some jackass that just lets you down all the fuckin' time.")
"sorry," you laugh because you feel awkward, because you didn't mean to force what you've been suffocating on him all at once. "i don't know what just happened."
bakugou mumbles, "s'fine."
you think that even if there was something he wanted to say, he wouldn't know how.
"but yeah," you sigh and scrub a hand over your face again. "no biggie, just thought it was funny when she asked and wanted to tell you. it's actually kind of late and i need to head to bed, but i'll—" talk to him later, is what you want to say, but your stomach drops and you know that it's not that easy. not anymore.
maybe it will be one day in the future, but this is the life you have to live, for now. all you can do is hold onto that hope, as your throat tries to tighten again.
"fuck, i—" he breathes, so frustrated that it nearly becomes a grunt, "y'don't know how—just, goddammit, in three months i'll—"
"i know," you tell him, and you smile like he can see it. in three months, he'll come back, to accept another contract, and then he'll be gone again. if there was a way to make it work, bakugou would have found it. of all people, bakugou would have found it. "it's okay," you tell him.
and it is. it is.
#wow whoops made myself cry LOL#no but like imagine dating him and getting like this taste for such a simple life#the crappy start up after graduating high school#when you can hardly afford you water bill and don't know what to do when the air conditioning breaks#trying to figure out adulthood together#and bakugou just won't get that#by the time he's out of school he's already been a child soldier#faced more in his life than most people ever will#he could never live a normal 9-5 with you and that's probably not even something he ever thought he would want#until he couldn't have it#BYE#on the other end he's gripping the phone and clenching his teeth so tight and curling into himself#as if he could submerse himself into your laugh just one more time#BYYYEEEE#bakugou drabble#bakugou angst#bakugou x reader#✿ willow writes#✿ thoughts: bakugou
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Hood Assistant
Prompt Part 1 Part 5 Part 6 Ao3 Next
Part 7
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To be fond of dancing is a certain step towards falling in love.
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"I see, thanks for confirming Jay" Danny forced a smile as he continued to look around the room.
The apartment yelled Red Hood in a unique way, but it also yelled Jay and that had him extremely confused, although it made sense if he took into account that the two of them were dating each other.
Since at least three of Bill's bizarre theories made sense, then most of them must be true, and Danny couldn't deny that anymore.
Jason was dating Red Hood
A reality that made his head spin and his heart ache, what was he supposed to do now with his silly crush? It was not easy to stop an illusioned heart
Though if he read all the signs correctly then Jay was enjoying his company,and maybe just for a couple of days he could fool himself into thinking he had a chance. Even if the current situation was just to help him face his own fears.
"So when will your roommate come back?" Danny asked worriedly, if the vigilante would return soon, there was no point in getting his hopes up.
"He's on a trip with his team, so definitely not anytime soon" Jason apologized, if the cute boy in front of him had already swallowed the lie that he was living with Red Hood then nothing could be worse. There would be no consequences for him, not at all.
Jason steadfastly refused to acknowledge the endless number of books that were precisely about avoiding lying to others because lies could collapse like a house of cards in the face of a strong wind.
It's for his own good, and this will not bring me any consequences at all.
Maybe if he repeated it to himself enough times it would come true, no matter how much his conscience was screaming at him. Damn charming boy who decided to make him feel things in his own home!
"Well, we're officially glued to each other for at least a couple of days" Danny stated a little brighter, it wouldn't hurt to follow Johnny's advice and allow himself to be happy for a couple of days. A bit risky, but it had enough advantages to consider it.
"It seems so, but we already had breakfast" Jason perked up when he saw that Danny had put the subject of his roommate aside.
He realized that the boy was right, if it was a new formula and Danny was the only human being affected then the bats would take a little longer to create a cure, although staying stuck with him for a few days didn't sound bad. His company was fun, he made him laugh and his stupid heart pounded every time he was around him.
His treacherous heart had not understood that he couldn't fall in love, not now or ever, no matter how much his head recited the entire book of Pride and Prejudice from head to toe, he was not in love, he couldn't be.
Even if the boy was cute, and talked about Disney rats as if they were a fact, or looked at him in admiration when he did something as simple as cook and enjoyed his food as if it had fallen from heaven.
"There's a lot to do besides eat breakfast Jay" Danny smiled as he pulled his hand to follow him, to which Jason didn't put up much resistance.
He definitely noticed the little fang sticking out of Danny's lip, and how the boy was biting his lower lip as if it were bothering him, but he decided not to comment on it yet.
Danny was avoiding with all his might not to bite Jason at that moment, his hunger for ectoplasm was more active than ever, but Jason had no ectoplasm on his body, he tried to remind his head.
He was obviously failing at it, because his new vampiric tendencies wanted to sink his fangs in and sip his crush like juice. But that was wrong, very wrong. And he wasn't a vampire! he winced internally for comparing himself to Vlad for a minute.
“Do you know what I like to do when I'm bored?” Danny asked, swinging his feet from side to side, trying to drive the taste of the ectoplasm out of his mind and diverte the energy meant for biting into the continuous movement of his feet.
"Mutilate fruits and vegetables beyond recognition?" Jason teased, if he had noticed his sudden nervousness he didn't show it.
"Besides that smart ass" Danny rolled his eyes at the comment.
"I have no idea, but it doesn't look like you can stay still for long" Jason pointed out curiously.
"You're right, I don't like sitting still" Danny agreed with him "that made my older sister really desperate, so she taught me something"
Jason had no idea he had a sister, so he decided not to mention it. He would definitely bring up the subject at another time.
"Did she taught you how to swing on expensive chandeliers and a little gymnastics?" Jason asked, if that was the case then it would be a complete coincidence because that was precisely what Dick had taught him when he was a child.
Unfortunately they didn't have the same amount of energy and Jason didn't find funny being dropped off buildings to "learn how to fly", he'd broken his arm once!
"I don't think she knows how to do that," Danny muttered to himself "but no, she taught me how to dance"
"You? Dancing?" Jason raised an eyebrow.
It's not that he believed it impossible, it's just that dancing required a lot of patience even if it was mostly about movement; Danny was definitely not the definition of patience.
"Yes, I like to dance, it's quite relaxing and it helps drain energy" Danny smiled, he had figured out how to divert his new energy "but let me ask you a few questions first"
"I don't see how that's relevant, but as you wish Doll" Jason agreed easily. He had no reason not to trust him with dance questions
"Have you ever danced with Death?" Danny offered his hand in invitation. It was a last minute decision, and the question probably sounded strange but he couldn't help it.
"One time, it wasn't a pleasant experience." Jason took the offered hand. Thinking about death wasn't very satisfying but he was curious where the boy was going with those questions.
"Would you like to try again?" Danny pulled him to the center of the room with a smile "I promise I'll do better"
"I didn't picture you as a grim reaper," Jason teased as he followed him into the center of the room, trying to ignore all the implications.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not" Danny said cryptically, although it was obvious he was joking "Anyway, I promise to treat you better than she did"
"Okay, but we're going to need some music" Jason commented, reaching over to take his phone.
"I have it solved, pretty boy" Danny hit the play button on his phone as a song began to play. Did he have his phone the whole time? Jason wondered.
I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along
The song didn't sound familiar to Jason, but the melody relaxed him, and he began to follow in Danny's footsteps. Which seemed to be looking at him with a smile on his face as he gently swayed across the living room.
Now in its place is something new
Jason recalled the happy moments after getting out of Ra's contaminated pit. When he thought that he would be listed as a villain but instead the inhabitants of Crime Alley began to follow him, considering him their protector. When he was greeted with a hug instead of a frown, so similar but different from when he was a child.
I hear it when I look at you
Danny continued to take careful steps as he moved around the room. He liked being with Jason, it made him feel free in a way his family never could.
Jazz had been his only salvation, the only escape he could allow himself, and yet when she left Amity he didn't feel bad; just empty, a little sad. Maybe it was because he knew he was stopping his sister, one way or another.
Danny was aware that Jazz had never been able to afford a normal childhood because of him, that their parents meant well but their intentions were not good to take care of something more than themselves
With simple songs I wanted more, perfection is so quick to bore
Jason remembered his family nights, when they were all together. Or at least pretending to be; The times when they got together to watch Cass's dance recitals. The moment the whole family hosted a small dinner to celebrate Tim's promotion to CEO.
When everyone was a normal family instead of reluctant allies, when his family showed love to each other without words, which never worked for them anyway. And he remembered hating having to come out of the perfect picture.
He remembered how much he'd missed Dick's little pranks, having to force Tim to get some sleep, cooking for Cass, even having an afternoon explaining Damian about art history.
But he didn't belong in that painting. The moment he died he was banned from Bruce Wayne's beautiful family, the boy who was welcome in that loving home was left underground.
He returned to life worse than ever and without the right to return home, the small moments in which they seemed to accept him were only fantasies and he felt like crying or shouting at the world for that injustice.
I'm Jason Todd, and as much as you screw me up, I'm still standing.
He just didn't know where he was standing.
You are more beautiful by far
Danny watched a series of complicated expressions pass over Jason's face and decided to help, he turned him around as they talked "Don't think about it, even if it causes you pain, you must remember that you are still standing"
Danny knew a lot about having complicated emotions on different situations, and maybe he wasn't the best at giving advice but it didn't hurt to try "sometimes, it's better to accept that acting is the best solution"
Jason knew they weren't on the same line of conversation but answered anyway "No, leaving means dying."
Leaving meant going back to his family, meant waiting for acceptance where he had no right. Exposing them to danger out of a selfish desire to have someone to depend on again.
Leaving meant going back to being the scared little boy inside an explosion that led to his death. It meant talking about how he felt even if no one was willing to listen to his words. Jason was tired of being the one to get scared, the one to protect others, but what choice did he have? There was no choice but to face the world head on, get angry, and do something about it where no one else was.
Danny looked at him a little confused but remembered what Jazz had told him "On the contrary, leaving means living before you die"
He would know, he had died because of his parents desire for knowledge, he forced himself to be there for others even when there was no one for him. He refused to accept that there was someone other than him to solve the world's problems, no matter how heavy they were. The city blamed all its problems on the recently dead boy, and he did nothing to contradict them.
Sam and Tucker knew it, they had tried so many times to get the city to leave him alone, but they were just kids. None of them could see an alternative, a different way to act, a way to save themselves as well as the others. Danny gave up because no one had saved him, and maybe no one would ever come to save him.
He gave up to such an extent that he forgot that it was possible to save himself. That he could learn how to swim in the sea that was drowning him. That respirators existed for those who could not breathe.
He chained himself to a duty that was not his and lost everything he cared about, until his home felt like a death trap, his parents like enemies, and his city like a prison. But over the years he got it, he didn't have to be there, he had to act fast, move, leave.
The reason he came to Gotham was because he needed to live again, he needed to remember that he was as alive as he was dead.
"Jason, it's okay to wish others well, to wish them to be perfectly happy, but just like everyone else, you must also allow yourself to be happy in the same way" The halfa decided to say as he continued the dance.
Maybe it was a pointless comment, and it had nothing to do with what Jay was thinking, but he needed to let him know, for his own sake as well as his.
Our flaws are who we really are
Jason allowed himself to think on his words for a moment. Danny had no idea of his identity as Red Hood, would he still say the same after finding out? It was unlikely, but he liked to believe so.
"What makes you so sure it's the best solution?" He asked quietly, when Danny talked about acting he thought maybe he should act in response to his own fears.Take action and leave them behind.
"You don't know, I think that's the thrill of living" Danny smiled as he increased the speed of his steps "sometimes you have to take risks hoping for the best"
One thing he learned after he died was that fear of taking risks was unnecessary. If something was going to happen it would, even if you tried to avoid it in every possible way. It was just the way fate worked. What people used to forget is that they were in control of their own fate.
"Taking risks could get you killed," Jason stated with a frown, following his movements a little more robotically than he intended.
"I'll teach you something that someone important to me taught me" Danny stated, remembering one of Clockwork's lessons.
I used to hear a simple song
"What will you tell me? That there is no point in fearing death because there is so much to live for? Someone gave me that talk a long time ago" and he had died for having listened to it, for throwing himself without precautions like his father had taught him.
"No Jay, nobody wants to die," Danny assured, recalling his own experience "even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there"
"So?" Jason frowned, not quite understanding.
"However, we all end up dying right?" Danny smiled sadly "some sooner than others, but no one escapes it"
"This isn't making me feel any better, Doll" Jason said.
"I didn't mean to make you feel better, just to tell you that there's no point in being afraid to act because death will always be there, it will still do it if you decide not to act, you know?" Danny said as he pulled him closer to himself, even if he was a little short he could lead the dance.
Jason sighed accepting the point as he tried to relax. Maybe Danny was right and he should stop being so cautious around what he loved.
But he had spent so much time being afraid of hurting them that he didn't know how to stop. Maybe things will get better now. Even if most of his siblings backed away from him out of caution, it was the best he'd been in a long time.
That was until you came along
Jason noticed at that moment that the pits weren't acting, he wasn't angry. He was sad, desperate, maybe a little heartbroken but definitely not angry. For some reason Danny helped with that, something in that carefree boy with cooking problems made him feel better.
Neither of the two boys noticed how Danny was slowly feeding on the corrupted ectoplasm the longer they maintained contact. How his fangs were getting smaller and his urge to bite lessened. The halfa assumed it was just a positive effect of dancing.
Jason just felt better overall as he continued with the dance. He attributed it to his growing feelings for the cute boy. Something about that goofy boy, who had a problem with taking care of himself and a lot of mysteries wrapped around just appealed to him. Maybe it was time to start accepting it, at least until the effects of the gas wore off and they both had to go back to the real world far from the apartment.
You took my broken melody
Jason closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the song. He felt broken, the pits made him feel like a damaged product but it would be hypocritical of him to say that because he told Danny that people couldn't be defective right? It was time to start believing his own words.
Humans weren't born defective, and radioactive pits weren't going to change that. He just had to keep repeating that long enough for him to gain the courage to act on his words. Until the moment he allowed himself to return to the side of the family and recognize that he deserved love too, the love that many of them were willing to give him.
Danny also closed his eyes, letting himself go, a little guilty for having to teach Jay such a bittersweet lesson, Clockwork wasn't the best with feelings, nor how to express them. Clockwork was time, time was honest in every way and did not embellish the truth.
Clockwork was his mentor and yet they had met because he was destined to die. Apparently when time doesn't like the fate you're taking he decides it is better to let you know. Danny wondered if Clocky would yell at him if falling for Jason was a bad idea.
And now I hear a symphony
When they both opened their eyes, they were smiling. By some miracle neither of them had tripped over something in the room, or maybe it was just fate acting but they felt a little better.
They finished the song tired, with their hair completely tousled but feeling lighter than they had ever felt before. Who would have thought that a dance could free so much of what you have trapped? And make you think about the situation a little more.
Maybe ignoring the world for a couple of days while staying inside the apartment wasn't such a bad idea after all. Perhaps it was the best idea either of them had ever come up with.
Danny pointed at his phone again and Jason nodded. It was morning and they had a lot of time to waste, so dancing a little more was not a bad idea.
"Love" sang the little crow watching them from the couch, for some reason he had stopped speaking during the entire exchange, maybe he understood the scene, or he was just tired.
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"No, no, no, no, I refuse" Johnny said as he pushed Amorpho out of the apartment.
The moment Danny had walked through that door with red eyes, he knew that was definitely not his usual roomie but an impostor.
"No refunds, until Danny gets back from the alleged kidnapping this is a roomie swap" Amorpho sneered as he pushed Johnny into the apartment again "Move over, a new star has come to town"
"But that could take DAYS" Johnny grumbled. He was glad that Danny was with his crush, maybe making some headway. What he didn't like was an intruder in his temporary haunt.
"It's good than I'm replacing him at school then" Amorpho scoffed, stealing Johnny's spot on the couch, Johnny dramatically inhaled and pointed at him in offense.
"MY COUCH" The motorcyclist complained. It had been his couch since the day he'd arrived, which might not sound like much, but by now Johnny had already claimed the couch as his own. His place.
"Our couch" Amorpho corrected him.
He was well aware that the ghost didn't like his company, but he needed a place to stay since he had been dragged to Gotham anyway.
Besides, now that he had new friends and had joined the drama club to star in Beauty and the Beast then he had to stay until the production was over.
If he was completely honest, even if Danny was bounding back out that door in a matter of minutes he'd deny him from going back to college for a long time. He had already put enough effort into attending that supposed advanced physics class for all his efforts to be despised.
Shadow simply sighed as they peeked out of Johnny's shadow to see the new temporary resident and went back into hiding, they weren't going to deal with that.
On the other hand, Cujo woke up and began to bark at the two ghosts until they paid attention to him.
"What's wrong Cujo?" Johnny asked, preferring to pay more attention to the pup than to the couch usurping ghost.
Cujo grunted as he held up a very particular can of soup, to which Johnny cocked his head in confusion.
"That's Danny's ectoplasm" the motorcyclist stated before realizing the problem "DANNY LEFT WITHOUT HIS ECTOPLASM"
"Is that a bad thing?" Amorpho asked curiously looking at the can, honestly it only brought back bad memories "Gotham has enough ectoplasm for him"
"Sure, but Danny's been feeding on pure ectoplasm instead of human food for a while, do you know what that means?" Johnny put his hands on Amorpho's shoulders and started to shake him "he'll have a reaction!"
"How bad can it be?" Amorpho snorted.
"He'll start biting the floor" Johnny said seriously, remembering Lunch's story of the first time she had to deliver emergency ectoplasm to Danny's new haunt because the halfa had run out of reserves "his body will look for the nearest ectoplasm and I'm sorry if I I don't want to become a teether toy for halfas"
"Danny is far from here" Amorpho brushed off the concern.
"But we're the purest ectoplasm in the area," Johnny stated, shaking the can.
"Okay, let's go find him and give him his silly ectoplasm," Amorpho grumbled, "where is he though?"
Cujo groaned as he lay down on the floor, his new caretakers were useless and he wished Danny would come back soon.
Oblivious to the ghosts, Gotham had a perfectly accessible source of ectoplasm below the city, and a slightly impure source right next to the halfa.
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After a morning in which they both danced their hearts out, Danny and Jason had decided to take a nap, they never let go of each other's hand. Of course, when Jason woke up he didn't expect to see a suspicious shadow moving through his kitchen. The crow was happily sleeping next to the window.
"What are you doing in my house?" Jason questioned absently before noticing that indeed, there was someone there "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?"
"I want waffle fries" Dick came out of the darkness with an empty plate, looking at his brother with a pleading face.
"I'm not going to cook for you right now" Jason said offended "What am I, your personal chef?"
"Since you're the only one who can cook, yes" Dick nodded, offering his empty plate again.
"That's a complete lie, you could have asked Alfie and you know it" Jason pointed at him accusingly.
Before the two began arguing among themselves, the halfa decided it was better if they noticed him, he assumed Jay had forgotten he was in the room.
"Um, Jay?" Danny tugged at Jason's nightshirt, hiding himself from the sight of the guy who randomly walked into the house "Who is he?"
Danny was lucky to decide not to attack the sudden threat, because the two of them seemed pretty close to each other, however, who walks into someone else's house randomly to order fries?
"Oh, you had a guest" Dick said stupidly.
"Yes, I have a guest," Jason growled in annoyance "Would you mind explaining to him what you're doing here, officer fries?"
Jason and Dick had a staring contest, challenging the other to speak first. However, Dick lost first because Jason nodded towards his empty plate and he took the cue.
If I talk I'm not going to cook anything for you
"I'm sorry, I'm officer Richard Grayson, I usually contact this young man to give him the details of the cases in which he is involved" Dick said clearing his throat, it seemed that being a police officer had served him well.
"Do you get into a lot of trouble?" Danny looked at Jason, concerned, dating Hood must really put him in danger.
"Yes, as Hood's assistant" he said emphasizing the title while looking at the officer "I'm usually the one who talks to the police and stuff, so we're very familiar with each other"
Officer Grayson nodded but Danny looked at the empty plate with a raised eyebrow, he didn't quite believe them.
"Still totally a Dick move, mate" Danny pointed at the officer, who tried to cover his laughter at the comment with a cough "you don't go into other people's houses and demand food"
"And yet I'm going to cook his dumb fries." Jason rolled his eyes as he snatched the empty plate from Dick's hands "come on Danny."
"I was informed that you were involved in Scarecrow's attack" Dick said curiously "is that why you guys are so close?"
Inwardly, Dick wondered if the union was really due to Scarecrow's attack and not his brother's new crush. Maybe it could be both, considering Jason “Pitter” Todd looked so possessive of the civilian when he took him away.
"You're a very nosy police officer" Jason shot him a stink-eye "we found the effects wear off for him with physical contact"
"You should probably inform the bats," Dick said offhandedly, though the message was obvious. I'll tell the bats.
"Bats are very nosy, they don't need more information about it" Jason refused. Don't you dare.
"However, it might be useful for them to have more information to combat the gas" Dick replied. They need to know.
"It's irrelevant information, they don't need to know" Jason said. They don't need to know about Danny.
Danny just watched the discussion not knowing if he should interrupt. He felt he was missing something but he was never good at reading between the lines.
"Excuse me, why would it help to tell the bats?" Danny asked the officer, frowning "I know they're fascinating animals, but I don't see how they can be of any help,"
"You don't know who the bats are?" Dick questioned in shock, if the guy worked for Hood he should know.
"He's not from Gotham," Jason hastened to clarify "The Bats are a group of vigilantes who dress up as bats to fight crime"
"So, furries?" Danny cocked his head considering the new information.
"If you say it like that it sounds horrible" Dick grimaced, although if you looked at it from another angle they really did
"There's nothing wrong with that, my friend Tucker is one, it's a matter of taste I think" Danny shrugged.
"Wait, didn't you say you've been living in Gotham for a few months?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "How come you've never heard of the Bats or even Crane?"
"Well, I think I did but…" Danny thought about his first days in Gotham.
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Danny was tired, after running away from Amity he needed a place to stay but why did it have to be in New Jersey? Something bad always happens in New Jersey! According to Sam.
He looked at the city sign that said "Welcome to Gotham City, the worst place to live" and even though the latter was written in graffiti he smiled, well at least it felt like home..
However, the smile faded from his face as soon as he saw a clown laughing at a guy in a bat costume while he enrolled in his new university; he wasn't going to judge their clothing choices, but why a clown?
He found out later that the madman was called "Joker", (some self-assigned nickname, perhaps?) and caused a lot of destruction, to the point where the city had something called "Joker insurance", apparently the furry also had "Batman insurance" for property damage.
The halfa decided to classify them as rogues of the city. Amity had a lot of them before the portal closed, and perhaps they were in competition with each other to see who had the most control in Gotham.
So when his classmate Amy mentioned that Batman had destroyed her house to catch Dr. Freeze he frowned.
Batman must be very possessive of Gotham's control.
As he explored the city in search of an apartment he met some very colorful people: a bat man, a crocodile man, a woman dressed as plants, more clowns and even two cats!
Maybe Gotham just dressed so extravagantly out of habit, and it wasn't really a weird thing, they were just all weird by default, or a lot of cosplayers.
Then when he visualized a boy with bat ears he shrugged. He must be part of a theme band, or maybe he's a fan of that Bat-man guy.
When he "borrowed" his apartment in Crime Alley he decided to relax and ignore all the rumors. Soon after, his university was destroyed by this "Joker" guy and he had to take online classes for a while.
The Goons sometimes talked about people he didn't understand "Poison Ivy" "Catwoman" "Harley Quinn" he guessed they were code-speaking by nicknames; he decided to ignore it and ask someone later, he didn't want to be nosy and he doubted it would affect him in the near future.
By the time face-to-face classes returned, he noticed that many of his classmates were whispering about a Scarecrow man, which he considered rude so he shut down the rumors. You shouldn't talk behind others' backs after all.
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"I heard of Batman, but I thought he was a very possessive rogue, I had no idea he was a vigilante" Danny shrugged "or had an entourage."
"It's not an entourage!" Dick exclaimed "it's camaraderie and mutual respect"
"Yes, an entourage of bats" the halfa nodded as he followed Jason into the kitchen.
"No wait, you thought Batman was a villain?" Jason smiled broadly, he needed to share that with his other siblings.
"Fights with others, causes property damage, he's possessive of the city" Danny began to count on his fingers "Yeah, it seemed like villainous behavior"
"But he also donates to the city, fights the real villains and keeps the streets safe" Dick replied.
"No, from what I heard Bruce Wayne donates to the city, even though fighting bad guys is a good reason I thought he was doing it out of possessiveness" Danny clarified.
"You have no idea about villains or vigilantes but you know exactly who Bruce Wayne is?" Jason raised an eyebrow, taking out the materials to cook the potatoes.
"Well, I had to know who to run from, obviously" Danny said, rolling his eyes.
"Why would you run from Bruce Wayne?" Dick asked feeling doubtful "he's just a playboy with a lot of kids"
"I don't like millionaires" Danny narrowed his eyes "and I remember reading that he had a son named Richard, just like you"
"Okay, you got me, he's my dad" Dick sighed, there was no point in denying it if the boy was paranoid with millionaires.
Although neither of the other two knew about it, Danny was very paranoid about people with money and big houses. He investigated Bruce Wayne to get out of his way, just like Lex Luthor and Oliver Queen, Vlad had left him a bad experience that he didn't plan to repeat.
"I'm sorry for your loss" Danny patted Dick's shoulder solemnly.
"I'm not dead" Dick said, offended.
"If you're not offended, why don't you go back to the mansion and have Alfred cook your fries, eh?" Jason smirked as he pointed at Dick with a knife.
"You're scary when you have a knife in your hand," Dick pointed out, though he didn't seem threatened at all "But I didn't want to upset Alfie, I moved a long time ago"
"Or you didn't want to see Bruce, you probably got into a fight with him again," Jason pointed out as he went back to his task of cutting potatoes with one hand.
The halfa tried to help him by cutting another part of the potatoes, but most of his potato pieces were jagged. So he frowned and tried to do a little better.
"Again, sorry for your loss" Danny repeated "millionaires can't be trusted, I get it officer"
Every millionaire has a secret basement and something to hide. The halfa refrained from saying out loud, it would be impolite to speak ill of the father of the non-guest.
Dick rolled his eyes, even if Jason wasn't wrong and he had fought with Bruce, he wouldn't let him know. It was quite obvious that the family had some problems with each other.
"Oh, who's Alfie?" Danny asked remembering the name "The only thing I understood is that he could cook"
"He's a cat," Jason said nonchalantly, taking the jagged potato wedges Danny made along with his own and starting to cook them.
"No, he's my butler" Dick corrected his younger brother before Danny had any ideas. He already had weird theories with millionaires, surely he didn't need fuel to theorize about butlers too.
"But it's also a cat" Jason said again. It was quite easy to tease his older brother at the moment, and since his roles were usually opposite, he was having fun.
"He's a butler cat who can cook?" Danny asked, more and more confused. The mental image of a small white cat with a frying pan flashed into his mind and he chuckled. He reminded him of one of the videos he had seen online.
"Alfred is a Wayne family butler" the policeman said with a sigh "but yes, we also have a cat named Alfred"
Dick congratulated himself for not saying ours throughout the conversation, he was doing a good job of keeping Jason's cover. Even if the two people in front of him were getting a bit infuriating.
Maybe he shouldn't have randomly interrupted Jason after he faced a Scarecrow attack, but he had a huge craving for waffle fries, and both Alfred and Jason were the only ones who knew how to make them correctly.
"Doesn't that get confusing quickly?" Danny said, feeling a bit queasy from all the going back and forth, the rich really did have weird traditions.
"Probably, my little brother loved Alfred the butler and decided to name the cat after him" Dick shrugged, there was nothing that could be done when Damian decided to name his new pets after something, and as long as Alfred didn't get offended by it, it was fine.
"Rich people really do have weird hobbies" Danny whispered to Jason as he handed over more of the potato wedges.
"Yeah, I don't know how they handle all the luxury" Jason whispered back with a grin.
He was well aware that his older brother was listening to him perfectly, but he didn't care. He really didn't know how they managed to bear all the luxury and details that the mansion had, there were times when it was too much.
Deciding not to mention their conversation, Dick began to evaluate them. They seemed quite comfortable with each other, even if Danny really needed the physical contact he thought Jason would be more reluctant to accept.
Could it be that his brother was in love?
"Here are your waffle fries Dick" Jason put the perfectly done fries in front of the police officer, who looked at them with stars in his eyes.
"You're a kitchen angel!" Dick exclaimed as he began to eat them, they tasted as good as he remembered.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Jason huffed as he put another two batches of fries in front of him and Danny, they were more irregular in shape and indistinct, but Jason didn't seem bothered about it.
Danny's heart raced as he realized Jason was specifically eating the potatoes he'd cut up, even if they didn't look like they should. He couldn't help but smile as he stole a few.
"Hey Doll, don't be a thief" Jason slapped the hand who was stealing from him as he pushed the fries away from the halfa's reach.
"I'm not the one insulting a police officer" Danny grumbled under his breath as he decided to stick with his perfectly cooked slice of waffle fries that Jason had handed him. They were very well made but he wanted the effort of both of them.
Jason ignored the pleading face Danny was sending him as he ate the misshapen fries, he didn't know why he felt possessive towards them but he did.
"But he wasn't insulting me" said Dick, confused by the comment, although it was a bit unintelligible due to the amount of fries he had in his mouth at that moment.
"He called you Dick and multiple variants of it a couple of times" Danny pointed out in confusion, that was obviously an insult.
"Besides, don't be an animal and swallow before you speak" Jason scolded.
"You read that my name was Richard but you don't know that my nickname is Dick?" The policeman said in disbelief, maybe the boy was bad at investigation.
"Did any of your friends hate you? Or did your parents?" Danny asked with concern, surely no one would choose that nickname voluntarily.
"I have no idea what you're implying, I had a very good family, and my friends loved me very much" Dick replied, narrowing his eyes.
"Did you choose that nickname willingly?" The halfa told him worried "Did you know what you were getting yourself into?"
"I'm not from this country, I came in a circus" Dick rolled his eyes "and my nickname is beautiful, thank you very much"
"Beautiful for a big Di-" Danny tried to say but was stopped by Jason putting a hand over his mouth and shaking his head. Well, he supposed he'd let the circus boy go for once.
"Anyway, I'm here to report that Nightwing will visit later to update you on the cure" Dick informed.
"Nightwing must be a nosy vigilante" Jason scoffed as he finished his fries.
"And how do you know about him? Is it some Bruce Wayne secret?" Danny asked suspiciously, communication with those bats (glorified furries) was weird.
"No, it's because I work in Blüdhaven with him" The police officer quickly denied, the less this paranoid boy knew the better.
"Uh, but if you work there, why do you come here to ask Jason about Hood? He shouldn't be part of your jurisdiction." Danny narrowed his eyes, catching a hint of a lie.
"Oh, it's just that I found out they had a close relationship" Dick tried to fix the problem "and since I'm familiar with Gotham because I lived here, the cops send me every time they have a problem"
Jason knew that everything his older brother was saying at that moment was nonsense. He simply hoped that Danny would buy it without commenting too much.
"I understand what you mean" Danny nodded understanding the situation, he assumed that the police had found out about Jason's relationship with Hood, so they sent an outside officer to confirm if the rumors were true.
"Yes, totally" although he was surprised that Danny believed his words, Dick accepted it, even if he had a feeling he was feeding another bizarre theory.
Everyone already knew about their relationship or is Gotham very gossipy? Danny wondered
"Thank you very much for the fries, Chef Jay" Dick nodded, waving his empty plate "it was delicious as always."
"Sadly I can't get rid of you if I don't feed you," Jason grumbled as he leaned back on Danny's head.
"Although I'm glad your coexistence is going well, I still have to inform the bats so" The policeman pointed to the door "wait for a visit very soon, bye!"
With that said, the officer ran out of the apartment, though Danny swore he was holding back the urge to jump buildings. But that made no sense, not everyone in Gotham had to be weird.
"You have very strange friends" the halfa commented to Jason once the policeman was out of sight.
"Friends who don't even know how to lock the door" Jason complained looking at how he had turned out his apartment "Don't stay too comfortable, one of the bats is going to come here later"
"One of the furries? I think I can handle it" Danny sneered, he had lived with Tucker all his life, another furry shouldn't be a problem.
"I don't think you understand, they're very nosy Doll" Jason frowned worriedly, stroking his hand "they'll want to know everything"
"Well, all we're going to tell them is that you're making me fat like the witch from Hansel and Gretel" Danny replied with a smirk.
"I'm much prettier than the witch in a story" Jason sneered with a smile on his face.
"Of course, you're much sexier, and comfortable," Danny said, though he regretted speaking "I mean, compared to the witch who's probably totally wrinkled and toothless"
"Don't try to improve it, the beginning was fine" Jason smiled shaking his head, amused "but my food is so much better than some cheap candy"
"Sure, your fabulous five star food that none of us poor mortals are worthy of" Danny said dramatically, pretending to faint.
"You really enjoy my food, don't you?" Jason said happily. Something inside of him felt irrefutably glad that both Dick and Danny were enjoying everything he made, even if it was simple things "lunch could be better though, you need more than potatoes."
"I don't think so, I usually eat very little, I think that if you keep feeding me I won't be able to stand it" the halfa said sadly.
Since his food was usually combined with a lot of ectoplasm, he didn't need to eat that often. But since he wouldn't be taking his daily dose with Johnny it was unlikely his stomach would get used to so much food all at once.
Even if he loved Jason's cooking he couldn't handle more than small meals, the pancakes and potatoes were fine, even if they were heavy they were in small quantities, but he couldn't handle anything more than that. Perhaps dinner.
"What do you mean? Your friend makes sure you eat, right?" Jason asked worriedly, he knew very well how to adjust to an eating rhythm when you weren't used to it, but he thought it wasn't Danny's case.
"My friend has only been here a short time," Danny hastened to explain, a little embarrassed, "just like my…neighbor, she's the one who sends me food."
The halfa didn't know how to correctly explain her relationship with ghosts; they were technically friends, but they were enemies at one point, and some still feuded with him on a regular basis.
Even if they had explained to him that fighting was a way for the ghosts to unite, he was still a bit annoyed that no one had explained it to him in the first place, so yes, his relationship with them was quite complicated. Since they were from a nearby dimension, he guessed that neighbors was the correct term. Lunch could also be called a friend, but it felt a bit weird.
"What? I thought he cooked your meals, or you did" Jason said, growing increasingly worried by the endless number of new revelations.
"Neither of us knows how to cook" Danny denied "our mutual neighbor brings us some food from our hometown to get us through the week, my friend just makes sure I really eat it"
"Isn't that dangerous? What if she starts avoiding Gotham? This place isn't bees and flowers, it's normal for tourists to refuse to visit" Jason asked, stroking the halfa's hand to comfort himself.
"I don't think that's the case," Danny said after thinking about it for a moment. He doubted any of the ghosts were scared of Gotham. They were almost impossible to kill and the blood flowers had long since been extinct.
Unless Gotham has an excellent groundskeeper, they have nothing to fear here.
That just added to Jason's worries, Danny was confident that someone else would enter Gotham on a monthly basis to bring him some food.
"I'm going to teach you how to cook, there is no other alternative" the vigilante declared suddenly "but moving on to the next topic, how much do you eat a day?"
Jason needed to adjust his rations according to the response he gave him. He'd been cooking carelessly, having fun, that he'd forgotten that Danny might have some dietary need, or some special need.
"It's okay Jay" Danny assured him, tightening his grip on his hands "most of my allergies are covered, and I only eat small amounts but it's pretty normal, you shouldn't worry."
"I was speaking out loud, wasn't I?" Jason wailed when he noticed his mistake.
"Sure, but you were just worried" Danny comforted him "it's normal Jay, if it makes you feel better I'll tell you what I usually eat"
Jason wasn't thrilled to find out Danny just forgot to eat, but he drank his "green tea" daily, which apparently wasn't a tea he could get his hands on since it was originally from his hometown, which he deeply refused to talk about.
Given the amount of trouble Babs had been having getting into his city network, he could understand the caution a bit. Even if it was extremely rare.
Jason wondered if he should use the gas excuse to kidnap him for a couple of days. After all, the universities within Gotham had plenty of policies to make up fouls for Rogue attacks
Danny wouldn't mind staying at his house for a couple of days, would he?
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Annd tag time, this update is a bit longer than normal but I love the number and needed to go for it, supposedly this is 7777 from Chapter 7 so welcome to the Jackptot! I hope you liked it!
I'll dig into the fangs later, but yeah, a part of Danny is very hungry and Jason is unconsciously feeding it, although it's kind of mutual since he's healing him so it's okay.
Johnny and Amorpho are going to get into a lot of trouble in the next chapter, and here comes the big brother! Danny is too distracted when he wants to lol
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Flaking Fancy - Part 1
Matthew Murdock x Reader
Summary: Reader invites Foggy and Matt to her family’s holiday party. It’s a fancy affair, one that she’ll need all the help she can to get through.
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: some alcohol consumption, mentions of sex (nothing happens)
A/N: Matt is back, bitches. You thought I forgot about him? Hell no. Could never forget about him, no matter how hard I tried. (This is part one of two, but can be read alone!)
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“Tell me again why Foggy decided to flake tonight?”
She had been fiddling with the clasp on her bracelet—it wouldn’t close no matter how much she tried—without even looking up at the man across the room from her. If only she had a second pair of hands, or one of those nifty bracelet gadgets she’s been meaning to buy anyway.
“Flake?” Matt barked a laugh. “You know Foggy would want nothing more than to go to a fancy party with free booze and food.”
“Right,” she looked up, “which is weird that he flaked.”
“He said he was sick,” Matt shrugged helplessly. Truth be told, Matthew Murdock could see right through his roommate’s white lie—but he didn’t have the energy to fight him on it, not when he was already late to meeting up with (Y/N), anyway. “Stomach bug or something.”
“He seemed fine this morning during Professor Knight’s lecture,” (Y/N) sighed, placing a hand on her hip. She’d all but given up on the bracelet, throwing the damned jewelry onto her disheveled bed. Her dorm was in a state of disarray—she had gone through nearly her entire closet to choose what dress she would wear tonight. “And I know for a fact he couldn’t have gotten food poisoning—we both ate that shitty Chinese food for lunch, so I would be hugging the toilet too if that was the case.”
“Don’t shoot the messenger,” Matt held his hands up, holding back another laugh. “Believe me, I tried to get him to come with us—”
“I never invite y’all to something this nice,” (Y/N) bent down to grab her heels, “the one time I can get us into a fancy party with fancy food and fancy drinks and fancy people? He just… flakes?”
“You never said this party was fancy.”
She turned her attention from her shoes back up to Matt—his face already plastered with a shit-eating grin that was so uniquely… Matt. “Har har.”
“Seriously, (Y/N), it’s fine,” Matt reassured her, “we can still go to your fancy party and have a fancy time with your fancy family. You won’t even notice he’s gone.”
“It’s just…” (Y/N) wrung her wrist, trying to find the words she was looking for. Matt just stood there, waiting patiently for her to continue. “You two are my best friends here at school and this is my family’s holiday party—I just… dunno…”
He could practically hear her heart drop. This party meant a lot to her—this much Matt already knew—but to hear her admit it? “You want to prove to your parents that you’re not totally floundering away at school,” he stated.
“My dad always said law school was a bad idea,” she stood up from her bed, both heels now firmly on her feet, “said I was wasting my time on my ‘passion project’. Mom never really understood my convictions about it either, but she never outright said anything nasty about it.”
“So if you had friends in your corner to back you up—”
“Maybe they’d be more okay with the idea of their daughter straying off their ideal path,” she nodded softly. “Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t invite the two of you to this party just for that. I also really enjoy your company—something tells me I’m gonna need some of that Murdock sass to make it through the night.”
“‘Murdock sass?’”
“I would’ve also appreciated Nelson’s one-liners, specifically about my aunt’s terrible taste in fashion, but I guess,” she drawled the last word out, “I could settle for just you. Maybe a whole bottle of champagne too, but we’ll see where the night leads us.”
“I’m afraid I can’t comment on your aunt’s state of dress,” Matt joked, “but I promise I’ll be by your side all night, ready to entertain.”
“Oh, right, you’ll need me to guide you around the house,” she nearly slapped her forehead. “I totally forgot—”
“I’m sure I could manage my way around a townhouse, sweetheart,” he said cautiously, hoping she wouldn’t shy away from the term of endearment. With the way her heart skipped a beat, he safely assumed it was an alright move. “But if you feel the need to show me around…”
“You’ll need the help,” she assured him, smoothing the lines in her satin dress. “Trust me. My parents own the wildest home decor—last time I was over I nearly tripped over an elephant statue by the front door.”
“An elephant?”
“My mom is convinced it’s her ‘spirit animal’ or ‘inner beast’, I guess,” she shrugged. “Always remembering things, holding it over my dad’s head and whatnot.”
“Sounds like someone I know,” Matt hummed.
“Shut up,” she slapped his arm playfully. “Come on, we’re gonna be late—”
“Aren’t you going to put on your bracelet?”
“My…” her eyes grew as wide as saucers. “How did you know I didn’t get my bracelet on?”
Matt wanted to tell her the truth—badly did he want to be honest and explain that he was diligently listening to how many times she fumbled with the clasp, the metal clinking ringing through his ears. But, he couldn’t do that, not tonight. “You mumbled something under your breath earlier,” he held out his hand, “come on, let me help.”
“Did I?” (Y/N) shook her head in disbelief. It was likely that she did, it was a bad habit of hers—and seemingly she did it without even realizing it. “Are you sure you can get the clasp?”
“No,” he smiled lightly, grabbing the dangling chain from her hand. “But I can hold it in place while you get it.”
“That… could work,” she breathed, “yeah.”
Carefully, Matt held the chain of small diamonds taught in the air, hoping her wrist would find its place without any guidance. She pressed against it gently and circled the chain around her wrist—ignoring completely how electric it was to feel Matt’s fingertips graze the sensitive skin there. She all but stuck her tongue out in concentration to finish the task quickly, to get them out the door faster, but with the way he was standing so close to her? The way his breath hitched when her fingers brushed his? The task seemed almost impossible.
“T-there,” she mumbled, removing her hand from the clasp. It had taken only two tries this time to get it attached, the help from Matt surely aiding greatly. “All done.”
“Great,” Matt breathed, finally allowing air to fill his lungs again. “Glad to be of help.”
She smiled sweetly, patting his chest. “Come on Murdock, we’ve got a fancy party to attend.”
—
When she had told Matt about her parent’s holiday party, he was expecting the usual. Christmas cookies, carolers, drunk uncles and ugly sweaters. What he hadn’t realized, is that (Y/N) came from a rather well off family, so their version of the holidays was much different than what he was used to. Hell, he’d grown so accustomed to a T.V dinner on Christmas Eve it had almost become the norm, so when a server—a server—asked if he wanted a tourtière? He felt completely out of his realm. To his relief, it seemed (Y/N) felt the same way. He could tell that her heart was beating faster, her breathing was uneven—she was nervous.
“What exactly is a tourtière, anyway?” Matt mumbled into her ear, careful to not bump into her. The scent of her hair nearly sent him into a spiral, her shampoo was intoxicating.
“Some sort of meat pie,” she uttered back, “I think it’s Canadian.”
“What ever happened to pigs in a blanket? That still a thing?”
“I think it was a pork tourtière,” she giggled, “so, technically a pig in an unconventional blanket?”
Matt giggled—God, he giggled. “I guess you’re right, on a technicality.”
“Technicalities are my specialty,” she poked his chest. “You should know that.”
“The specialty of any law student,” Matt rocked on his heels, taking a sip of the bubbling champagne he had been given not too long ago. (Y/N) downed her third glass of the night along with his timid sips. “You should probably slow down,” he said, hearing the soft clink of the glass against the metal plate of the passing server.
“If I’m gonna talk to my parents tonight, I’m going to need at least three more of these things,” she murmured into a fresh glass. He couldn’t argue with her logic, so he merely continued to nurse his bubbling glass.
“What was it like?” He asked, trying to change the subject as best he could. “Growing up here, I mean. I can’t speak for how nice your home is or looks—but by the way it smells, I’m sure it’s very elegant.”
“Cold,” she replied honestly. “Lonely most of the time—I didn’t have any siblings to entertain me. I usually was stuck watching movies with the nanny while my parents decided to spend their evenings at galas and parties.”
“You had a nanny?”
“Oh yeah,” she gulped. “Lucy was my nanny up until I was in middle school, then her daughter Rose took over until I made it to college.” (Y/N) laughed lightly to herself. “It’s funny, if it wasn’t for Lucy bringing new movies over every week, I don’t think we’d be here right now.”
“And why is that?”
“One of the movies she brought over was Legally Blonde,” she snorted into her glass, “I wanted to be Elle Woods so bad—don’t get me wrong, I have many other reasons why I want to be a lawyer, but I can’t discredit how Reese Witherspoon had a helping hand in my future career.”
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Legally Blonde,” Matt hummed. “It never really appealed to me—to be fair, most movies don’t.”
“Well, it’s a fucking fantastic film,” she tilted her head, smirking. “Though, I think the only reason Lucy brought it over so much was because I would actually leave her alone to do the housework.”
“That seems totally unlike you,” Matt deadpanned.
“I was a master at mopping the floors,” she snorted, “Lucy just preferred that I… didn’t.”
“Something tells me you kept getting in the way?”
“There may have been an incident with a jar of pasta sauce and a rogue mop handle—but the stain mostly came out of the floor. I think mom bought a rug to cover it up, though.”
She did. Matt had noticed the slight change in the flooring when they had paraded through the kitchen earlier, avoiding any collisions with stray family members and business partners. It was an odd place for a rug, he had thought, but the little bit of backstory on the matter pulled his lips up in a small smile. “A rug for the kitchen? Seems outside of your mother’s taste.”
“Oh,” (Y/N) barked a laugh, sipping more champagne, “trust that the rug probably costs more than our tuition—so not too far out of the realm of possibility, I’m afraid.”
Matt’s smile faded, just a bit. “What did you say your parents did for work again?”
“Beats the fuck out of me,” she shrugged helplessly, downing the glass in her hand. “The more I try to pry, the more I get shunned away with expensive gifts and trips.”
“So you… don’t know?” His brows were furrowed, laced together with slight confusion.
“Last time I asked they swore me to secrecy,” she leaned in closer, her breath practically dancing across his cheek, “knife to my throat and all. Y’know, mobster style.”
“Mobster? (Y/N), are you saying that your parents—”
Before he could finish his thought, she erupted in a fit of giggles, clutching her stomach nearly in pain.
“Oh my God,” she held onto his shoulder for stability—surely about to fall over otherwise. “You thought I was serious!”
He swallowed thickly, trying to force a laugh. “I mean, most people don’t joke that their parents are in some sort of organized crime syndicate?”
“You should’ve seen the look on your face! You looked as white as a ghost,” more laughter escaped her lips. “Nah, my parents are both Wall Street assholes—most of the people around us are also Wall Street assholes. Some normal assholes too, like my Uncle Tom. Everyone here’s an asshole, except for us”
“Alright sweetheart, I think you’ve had enough to drink,” Matt carefully pried the empty glass from her hand. “No need to be ranting about assholes at the holiday party.”
“Speaking of assholes!” (Y/N) nearly shouted, a few business-looking individuals turned their attention to the couple across the room. The lingering stares didn’t last long, nearly every one of them continued their seemingly boring conversations and decided to move on. “We should find my parents! I think I can talk to them now!”
“That seems like a poor decision,” Matt smirked, snaking his arm casually around her waist, leading her away from the room. “Especially in your current state.”
“Please,” she scoffed. “My parents have seen me tipsy before.”
“I think we’re well past tipsy,” he laughed airily, pulling her to a quieter corner of the townhouse. “Besides, I don’t think you’ll agree with your choices tomorrow morning.”
“Ugh,” she groaned into his shoulder, head bashing against him in defeat. “You’re probably right.”
“Usually am.”
“I’m starting to get a headache.”
“I can imagine.”
“I should probably lay down.”
“That seems wise.”
“D’you think my parents would mind if I took a power nap in my room?” Her question was serious, eyes only slightly glazed over from the alcohol. “I mean… it’s my room, y’know?”
“Why don’t you lead the way? I’m sure you can sneak away for thirty minutes,” Matt rubbed his hand gently against her side, urging her to move forward. She nodded slightly before pulling away from him and wandered down the long hallway, familiarity lacing her every step. “Here’s hoping they didn’t turn it into an exercise room or something.”
“Oh, they wouldn’t,” she said seriously, “they already have a home gym on the second floor.”
Matt blinked.
“Right. Of course they do.”
She turned towards a large white door, embellished with an antique looking bronze knob. After a quick knock—something she immediately regretted doing—she opened the door to a nearly unchanged room. The decor was completely different than the rest of the home, save for the furniture, as that matched everything else. Her walls were plastered with movie and band posters, a cork board filled with all of her accomplishments hung beside her bed along with the various stuffed animals that adorned it.
“Welcome to mi casa,” she said unceremoniously, flopping face first down into the mattress. A stray teddy bear fell to the floor as she mumbled something into her pillow—he tried to make it out, but it was no use.
“What was that?” He toed into the room further and shut the door, feet hitting a fuzzy rug quickly.
“I said,” she mumbled, pulling her face up from her pillow, “this isn’t how I was expecting to pull you into my room tonight.”
He could’ve sworn his heart stopped. Had it not been for the rushing blood in his ears, he’d have no way of knowing.
“Yeah?” He nervously chuckled.
“Yeah,” she agreed, rolling onto her back, “was planning on seducing the absolute shit out of you. Figured you’d be amazing tonight at the party, probably say the sweetest crap about me to my parents and I’d want to finally make a move. Even went out of my way and wore my sexy underwear set which… you couldn’t have seen anyway…”
“The thought counts,” he smiled gently, floating his way over to her bed. Cautiously, he sat down beside her, silently hoping she wouldn’t move.
“I mean, it has a bit of lace on it,” she hummed thoughtfully, “you probably could’ve enjoyed that?”
“Probably,” he agreed. She hummed again, putting her head against her pillow. “How much have you had to drink tonight, sweetheart?”
“Not sure, the servers just kept… putting another glass in my hand whenever it was empty.”
He laughed at that. “I’ll go get you some water, maybe some proper hydration will get your head back on straight, stop talking nonsense.”
“Nonsense?”
“Nonsense,” he parroted begrudgingly, patting her leg gently. “All that bubbly’s gotten to your pretty little head, making you say things you don’t really mean.”
“Nah,” she scoffed back, “s’not nonsense, I think it’s the most level-headed thought I’ve had. Probably ever.”
“Sure it is, sweetheart,” he replied sarcastically, tenderly removing the black heels off of her feet—they were practically falling off anyway.
“You’ve gotta stop calling me that,” she lifted her head up from the pillow, desperate to try and look him in the eyes, “or else I’m gonna try to jump your bones, Murdock.”
Matt listened carefully to her heartbeat—it was steady and strong—she was telling the truth. “You’re drunk.”
“And you’re hot.”
“You’re not in the right mind and I’m not going to take advantage of you,” he sighed, rubbing her leg tenderly, “it wouldn’t be right.”
“Ugh,” she pushed her face into the pillow again, “why do you have to be so nice all the time?”
“I’m not always nice,” Matt snickered lightly, “but I’m glad you think so.”
“If I wasn’t drunk,” she practically slurred, “would you want to sleep with me?”
“(Y/N)…”
“No, wait,” she pressed her hand towards the sky—hoping it would land somewhere in Matt’s vicinity. “Don’t tell me. I don’t wanna know.”
“I’m gonna go get you that water,” Matt managed to squeak out, rising from the bed, “maybe find some Advil. I’ll… be right back.”
Matt could barely make out the agreeing murmur that came from the pillow as he exited the room. The party was still in full swing, the jazz band he tried avoiding earlier was still blaring throughout the home. He didn’t want to cause any suspicion on how well he was navigating through the house—the thought of trying to explain how he found the kitchen based on the faint smell of food nearly halfway across the building—Matt pulled out his cane. It was neatly folded up in his inner jacket pocket, he had (Y/N) to guide him around most of the night, it nearly seemed pointless to bring it.
“Excuse me?”
Matt turned around, having nearly made it to the end of the hallway. He hadn’t heard anyone walking behind him—but to his detriment, he was focusing on (Y/N)’s breathing as he walked away, insuring that it was even.
“Uh, hi,” Matt forced a smile, waving lightly, “I’m just looking for the kitchen… sorta hard to find.” He tapped his cane twice for good measure. The blind thing usually worked.
“And you were hoping to find it in my daughter’s bedroom?”
Shit.
“Mr. (Y/L/N), I’m sorry for the informality,” Matt waited for the man to get closer, hoping he wouldn’t punch him square in the face, “I’ve been meaning to find you this evening to introduce myself—”
“Introduce yourself? Tell me, when exactly did you plan to introduce yourself? Before or after you fucked my daughter?”
Matt could feel the blood drain from his face. He knew that (Y/N) had been joking earlier about the mob thing, but now coming face to face with her father? It didn’t exactly seem too far off. “Sir, I think there’s a bit of misunderstanding—”
“Really? How else am I to take fact the same man my daughter has been carting around all night just exited her bedroom? Said daughter in question nowhere to be found?”
“Your daughter had a little bit too much to drink,” Matt said honestly, “she needed to lay down, so she led me to her room. I was just going to go get her some water. I promise, nothing nefarious, sir.”
The older man huffed, breath hot on his mustache. “And your name?”
“Matthew Murdock,” he outstretched his hand, “I’m a law student with your daughter. Just a friend, I assure you.”
“Just a friend,” he mumbled back, meeting Matt’s hand in a firm shake, “and I’m supposed to believe that?”
“You don’t have to,” Matt smiled brightly, “but it’s the truth. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to meet you all the way back here, would’ve thought you’d be enjoying the party with the rest of your guests.”
“Had to step away for a bit,” her father sniffed, “went to my study to clear my head. These parties are more my wife’s thing.”
Matt could smell the scent of cigars coming off of the man’s suit, the cigars overpowered the other lingering scents that he couldn’t quite pick out, but if he had to guess it was probably something Mr. (Y/L/N) would want to keep from his wife anyhow. “I understand, I get overwhelmed quite easily. These things aren’t particularly my scene.”
“My daughter’s alright, I take it?”
“She’ll be fine,” Matt assured him, “once she gets some water I think she’ll be able to join the masses again. Had a few too many glasses of champagne, I think.”
“She’s not much of a drinker,” her father mused, shoving his hand into his front pocket, “guess that silly little law school of hers has changed her in ways I’ll never understand.”
“Columbia is a prestigious school,” Matt bit back, feeling his chest grow hot in anger, “your daughter is a bright student and intelligent beyond her years. She’s going to be an excellent lawyer, I assure you.”
“Prestigious or not,” the older man sighed, “she’s just wasting her time. Her mother and I already had a charming life planned out for her, a good job, a fair amount of inheritance, a husband—”
“Husband?”
“But she decided to throw all our hard work away and act ungrateful for the entire thing,” he finished, clearly exasperated.
Matt’s grip on his cane grew near-deadly, the anger flushing upwards and outwards—you could probably see the steam leaving his ears. He knew of her parent’s convictions, she had been brave enough to share tidbits here and there about their continuous disappointment. It never, ever, made sense to Matt.
“She,” Matt cleared his throat, “is a wonderful woman. Got accepted into an Ivy League school, practically the top of our class and she makes it look effortless. Any parent would be proud to call her their daughter.”
“I never said I wasn’t proud,” her father groaned lightly, fingers rubbing against his temple, “she’s clearly been making a name for herself in the slums. Look, you’re not a parent, so you have little to say on how I decide parent my own daughter.”
“You’re right,” Matt agreed quickly, without hesitation, “I have very little to say to you.” He began to walk away, towards what was presumably the kitchen. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get some water.”
—
He didn’t mean to practically insult her father, of course not, that wasn’t his intention. Matt was sure he’d hear the ramifications of his actions from (Y/N) at a later date, but until then, he had a job to do. He had—thankfully—returned to her room with ease, a cold glass of water in one hand, a frosted pitcher of it in the other, cane tucked promptly in his armpit.
“S’just me, sweet thing,” Matt mumbled into the dark abyss of the room, hearing her stir slightly at the large wooden door creak shut. “Brought you some water.”
“Matt…?”
“Well, at least I think it’s water,” he chuckled dryly, setting the pitcher down on the picturesque nightstand beside her, “could be more of that sangria your aunt was chugging.”
“Looks like water,” she groggily replied, scraping the sleep out of her eyes, makeup be damned. She had hardly been out for twenty minutes, but the nap hit her like a brick to the chest—a good sleep nonetheless. “Lucky for me I sober up quickly.”
Matt forced a smile, nodding only the once. He could still smell the lingering notes of the champagne on her tongue, but he had half a mind to believe her. “The water will help. I couldn’t find any pain killers though—”
“My purse,” she pointed across the room, “I have a bottle with stuff in it. It’s right next to the door, on the ground to the left.”
His heart warmed at the simple directions—even though he knew full well where her purse was, she took the extra moment to describe the location for him. He momentarily fumbled ‘looking’ for the bag—he’d make a mental note to consider coming clean about his abilities at a later date—and managed to loop the strap onto his arm, carrying it back to the bed with ease. His hand dug around, reaching for the bottle she had spoken of, smiling when his fingers wrapped around a rattling cylinder. “Doesn’t sound like you just have pain killers in here.”
“Pain killers, antidepressants, ecstasy,” she chuckled, popping the top off easily. “Maybe an Adderall or two from Foggy…”
Matt knew she was lying, mostly, anyway. Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of anything past her antidepressants. He listened for the soft sound of her swallowing the capsules before settling onto the mattress beside her. “I’m shocked Foggy even had the thought to give you some.”
“Nah man,” she scoffed playfully, “I had to sell my soul to acquire just the one. Well, my soul and my notes from Professor O’Malley’s lectures.”
“Ah, of course.”
“How long was I out?”
“Forty minutes at the most.”
The silence that filled the room was comfortable, to say the least. It usually always was when it was the two of them, but a certain tenseness had overwhelmed Matt’s entire being—a detail not entirely overlooked by the still sobering woman sitting beside him. “You… met my parents, didn’t you?”
“No,” Matt shook his head quickly, “just your father.”
A groan escaped her lips, Matt could only guess it could have been heard over the horrific jazz music down the hall. “Somehow that’s even worse.”
“He was… fine.”
“You hesitated.”
“I didn’t.”
“Matt.”
He pulled his hands up in defense. “Alright, fine maybe he wasn’t fine. We had a small chat and… I completely understand why you had me come tonight. He was practically talking you down every chance he got… Christ, (Y/N), I had no idea that he really disapproved that much—”
“Tell me about it,” she somberly replied, gulping half of the glass of water in her hand. “Wait—when exactly did you run into my dad?”
“He… saw me exit your room and thought that we—that I possibly was up to something—”
“What? Like we were fucking?”
Matt’s face flushed instantly, he was nearly certain of it. “Yes.”
“Oh.”
“I think I persuaded him into thinking otherwise,” Matt stated quickly, the words tumbling from his lips. “Convinced him we were only friends.” Her response was muffled, even with his enhanced hearing, the blood that was pumping through his head from the embarrassment was enough to nearly deafen him, even for the moment.
“Would that have been the worst thing?” (Y/N) repeated, fully registering the man’s lack of reaction from her earlier statement. “I mean, in the grand scheme of things?”
“What? That your dad thought we were fucking in your childhood bedroom?”
“Yes! I mean,” she slapped her forehead lightly. “No, obviously. Not that, but, in general? Like we were… together?”
“Oh.”
“Oh,” she mimicked, feeling the shame of a thousand suns burn against her skin. “You don’t—that’s fine, forget I said anything—”
It was against better judgment, Matt could attest to it, but he simply couldn’t wait a second longer to put his lips on hers. He hardly knew how to leave her speechless in the best of times, and with the way she was reacting? The way she practically melted into his touch? Matthew Murdock had yet another trick up his sleeve.
She pulled away much quicker than he would have liked, placing a hand on his chest gently. “I thought you said you didn’t want to take advantage of me?” Her tone was teasing, light.
“You said so yourself,” he pressed his forehead against hers. “You sober up quickly.”
Her laughter morphed into a hiss of pain, gravitating away from his touch. “I might be a liar,” she groaned. “My head is killing me.”
“Liar or not,” Matt said softly, rubbing her hand lovingly. “I don’t intend on doing anything more than kiss you tonight, it wouldn’t be right. I’m sorry for kissing you in the first place.”
A sly grin pulled against her lips. “So you do want to do more than just kiss me?”
Matt laughed lightly. “I may be blind, but I’m not stupid, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now and, based on your comments tonight we probably could’ve been kissing a lot earlier.”
“Oh yeah,” she scoffed playfully. “I’ve wanted to do something about my major crush on you since our ethics class.”
It was Matt’s turn to grin. “‘Major crush?’”
“Ginormous,” she nodded. “I’m talking like, heart eyes every time you would walk into the room sort of crush.”
He always had a small suspicion that she felt a little more than just friendship for him—based on her vitals and breathing patterns, naturally—but hearing her confirm it was like music to his ears. “You’re making it really hard to not kiss you again.”
“Good,” (Y/N) mused, squeezing his hand tighter. “You can kiss me whenever you want.”
“How about I take you out first? We can kiss all we want after.”
She frowned. “Just kiss?”
Matt leaned in closer.
“Well, we wouldn’t want you to not get any use out of your lacy underwear, would we?”
The couple erupted into a fit of giggles, both thinking fondly on ways to thank Foggy for flaking.
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BONUS:
“Look, guys, I’m happy that you two finally got your heads outta the sand and got together and are acting like the grossest couple imaginable, truly,” Foggy said, sipping his coffee quickly, eyeing the new couple down. “But you do realize this wasn’t some grand scheme or anything, I really was sick last week?”
Matt laughed. “Sure you were, Fog.”
(Y/N) followed suit in her own flurry of giggles. “Oh yeah, I’m so sure.”
Foggy stared at his two best friends, looking back and forth between the lovebirds. He sighed. Loudly.
#matt murdock#daredevil#marvel#matthew murdock x reader#marvel x reader#reader insert#hope y'all enjoy pardners#matt murdock x reader#matthew murdock
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“That was the beginning of our friendship. Or well, it’s the beginning we admit to.”
Stephen raised an eyebrow at that. “The illegal hacking is the beginning you admit to. I’m a little afraid to hear what the real beginning was.”
“I was fourteen and in college,” Tony said dryly. “The beginning of our friendship was Rhodey whaling on my roommates for getting me drunk and then abandoning me with skeevy girls six years older than me.”
Stephen’s eyes went wide. “I can see why that’s not what you tell everyone.”
“Yeah, Rhodey worked things out so that we were roommates by the time winter semester rolled around. Still not sure how he did it and he swears it’s a secret he’s taking to his grave.”
“Your relationship suddenly makes a lot more sense,” Stephen admitted. “Not that it didn’t make sense before. But he really does look at you like you’re the kid brother he’s spent his life protecting.”
Tony felt a twist of fondness in his chest. “You’re not wrong. He’s more protective these days than he normally is what with…”
“The multiple ways you’ve almost died, lately?” Stephen suggested. “I can’t imagine why that would be setting off his ‘protect Tony Stark’ radar.”
“Which means I should apologize now. I know this is only one date, but…”
“Shovel talk?” Stephen guessed.
Tony winced. “Maybe not. It’s only the one date, so—“
“I wouldn’t mind if we went on another,” Stephen interrupted. “I might as well earn the shovel talk coming my way.”
Tony paused in surprise. “Another, really?”
Stephen raised an eyebrow. “Don’t act so surprised. You’ve been a good conversational partner and we didn’t even resort to talking purely work. Though I’ll put it out there now that I won’t mind when we do inevitably talk about work. Your mind fascinates me.”
“I’m not sure if that was a compliment or just really creepy,” Tony told him, mind racing over the suggestion of another date. “I’ll be heading back to California for a bit after the arctic—“
“But you’re not headed to the arctic for another few days, and I have tomorrow off.”
Tony took a moment to just stare at Stephen, trying to decide if this was a good idea. He wasn’t sure. But it didn’t seem like a bad one. “Tomorrow,” he agreed.
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“Are you… texting him?” Rhodey asked in disgust as he glanced over Tony’s shoulder as he settled into his seat on the private jet. “About…” Rhodey frowned as he read the texts, one eyebrow slowly raising up. “What even are you two talking about?”
“Experimental organ structure replacements,” Tony said easily, making a note to himself to rush the Stark phone in production, because his phone was really so much better than this monstrosity he was currently using. “He’s got some fascinating insight.”
It was one of the things that he’d decided that he liked about Stephen. They could talk about a whole plethora of things without it getting strained or awkward. And Stephen didn’t mind when they talked about work-related things, even when Stephen himself didn’t fully understand the topic matter. As it was, Stephen was an engaging conversational partner, and a distracting one. Talking to Stephen meant that he had barely spent any time worried about the trip to the arctic and finding Steve Rogers.
And everything that entailed.
Stephen sent him another text pointing out concerns with the viability of Tony’s suggestion on the use of artificial hearts.
“How… romantic.” Rhodey’s tone was somewhere between amused and exasperated.
~ The One to Bet On by airas_story
Rhodey being baffled at Tony and Stephen hitting it off to some boggling mind science will never get old lol.
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The Prime Mover
They announced that he was going to get married. But she wasn't his Prime Mover. Her heart broke in a million pieces. There was more to the story that just a simple betrayal.
Pairing : Terzo x Female reader. (Goes wrong.)
Word count: 6k.
Warnings: Use of Y/n. Angst. Feels. Hurt no comfort for now. Terzo acts like an asshole. Also, sad terzo. Arrange marriage. Reader is completely heartbroken.
A.N : Well, I wrote this while being in a dark place for a couple of days. I'm planning on making this a Three piece story, and yes I will give it a happy ending because I'm not that cruel. I made my self cry while writing this. A special thanks to @hauntedboobees who has been supporting me all week with her wonderful coments 💕 I love this community so much 😭 💕
She woke up feeling like something bad was going to happen, the whole week had been an emotional torture for her, first the fight between her and Terzo at the begging of the week, then the cold shoulder and useless attempts of talking and lastly the fact that he hadn't called her to his room in all week. They were not lovers...but everyone in the ghoul den said that they were, this "friends with benefits'' arrangement had been going for a whole year, and since maybe five or six months the ghouls decided to call them Mr and Ms devile ( Yes as in Cruella devile ) after they matched a black and white outfit for a party once. They always joked about how much of a couple they were and how Terzo seemed to be "tamed" by her. She played off like a joke each time, she was good at lying to herself. She knew that she had a lot of feelings for him, and before the fight she could swear that he felt something for her more than lust. Her heart weighs a ton inside of her right now, she knew that it was stupid to catch feelings...but no one saw how he behaved with her , how much he seemed to care about her, how sweet and loving he could be when they were alone resting in his bedroom....She wanted to believe that her feelings were not one sided.
As she dressed she found a necklace that he gave to her for her birthday, a golden inverted cross with an amethyst in the middle, the purple and gold combination that was completely him, a piece of him to make her company when he was away. She put on the necklace and left the room before her roommates. Omega sent her a message about meeting to talk before the morning mass in the chapel so she went a bit early.
As soon as she arrived, omega approached her, he had a worried expression concerned about something.
— Y/N ...We need to talk... I want you to understand that no matter what happens today you will always be a part of the ghoul den, you can come and go around as much as you want to...And that we are going to be by your side if you need us...—His voice tone seemed a bit agitated, and he was talking like there's something horrible going on.
— What's going on Omega...you are scaring me...—She tried to brush off the feeling in omega with a sweet smile. — Oh come on if you say it because of the fight between me and ter..I mean, Papa. It's fine at some point we are going to talk about it, we always do...And I'm not mad at him he had been acting weird that's all...
— Please...promise me that whatever happens today you will come to us if you need support...we are your friends too ...—He couldn't brush off the feeling so easily, she was so clueless...
— Support in what? Come on Omega spill it, you are acting weird too...I swear if it is just because the fight that we had is getting a bit too much....
— ...y/n...Today at the mass they are going to announce...
—OMEGA! —Terzo's voice echoed in the chapel. The ghoul turned around to face him, his expression was a mix between sadness and anger towards the man he calls not only boss but also friend. — You should not be alone here with the sister, morning mass is about to start and you need to prepare the equipment...
— Oh come on...What's going on between you two? ...And you are going to ignore me today too? ....it wasn't that big of a fight...come on...—She went to touch his hand but as soon as she touched him, he grabbed her hand and moved it away from him, without any word.
— Sister, you should be preparing yourself for....—His eyes darted to the necklace in her chest, his heart ached so hard that he needed a moment to keep talking.— If you have time for being so early here, you should be helping your sisters arrange the seats and cleaning before the mass don't you think?...—He looked at Omega — and you, follow me...
— Terzo this is...—The ghoul protested , but a fierce look of his boss shut him.— I'm so sorry y/n....—He left with the head of the church , she felt her heart stinging. What's going on? He was so mad at her that he was going to break their friendship over a stupid fight?...
She went to help as he told her, the hour went by and mass was ready to start, but this mass seemed weird...Everyone was there, Cardinal Copia ( who she believed was the most charming shy man she had ever met.) Papá Nihil, Papá Primo, Papá secondo, the upper clergy and Sister Imperator, there was another sister in the front with the rest, seated next to Terzo. She had seen her a couple of times during the last three months, she was from a congregation in Italy, maybe she was close to the Emeritus family or something and that's why she was seated there. A family friend.
After the beginning of the mass and the morning sermon from Primo, sister imperator went in front and spoke to the congregation.
— Sisters and Brothers in sin...You know how hard the work of our dark lord is, you know that in this path of sacrifice and hard work we need to help our community to grow, the Emeritus line also needs to grow along the community...So, I want to give everyone of you the great news, Our beloved papa Emeritus the Third had finally found his Prime Mover...Sister Verona, from our congregation in Italy...
She felt the air in her lungs escape without a sound, her stomach dropped and her heart felt crushed by a ton of stones. His prime mover...his future wife, mother of his children....the engines in her heart began to work, it was this the reason behind his behavior last week, she knew that they did not shared an exclusivity contract or something like that...but she also knew that he had not engaged in anything with other sisters since they make that agreement of friends with benefits, she couldn't call him unfaithful but she could scold him for not telling her? He was going to make it seem like she doesn't exist just for his future wife? Even their friendship?
The roar of applause and screams of joy brought her back to reality. She looked right at him, he couldn't even look at her. He went to the microphone and thanked everyone in the chapel for their congratulations. He gave a speech about how love was important among the brothers and sisters, the bond they shared together and how they met.
— And since three months ago I knew that she was the one for me...
And that was the final straw...she felt how her heart fell in pieces inside of her, her chest ached, her mind was running wild with memories about them in the last three months, the kisses, the softness, they late night conversations, the movie nights at the den...her hopes of him feeling the same as her. Some sisters looked right in her direction, they shared the same sad look on their faces towards her. They were her roommates, the friends that knew about her deal with him and knew how much he meant to her. Omega also looked at her along with the other ghouls, even Primo and Secondo seemed shocked by the news and looked at her for a moment. Everything that she could hear was white noise, her surroundings became blurry as the tears stung her eyes without falling, she was not going to cry...not in front of him, even if he didn't even look in her direction. Her body felt stiff, she was shaking a bit, the sister who was seated next to her asked softly if she felt alright or if she was a bit sick. She took the opportunity...she said that she felt a bit sick and stranded up slowly, terzo looked right at her at that moment, their eyes locking for a moment. Her heartbroken expression, her eyes filled with tears. He looked away and looked at his Prime mover, in a quick movement he kissed her, right in front of everybody. She looked away as soon as their lips touched, she couldn't handle it anymore...she left the chapel quickly, without wanting anyone to look at her.
As soon as she was outside the chapel the tears began to fall, she wanted to scream. To yell to Lucifer if her fate was fair, didn't she give enough?... didn't she deserved to be happy along the one she loved?...She felt betrayed...all was a lie, all of the sweet words, all of the late night kisses and cuddles, all of the nights in them both confessed their deepest fears, when he calmed down after a meltdown , when she gave him strength after a huge fight between him and his dad...She felt stupid. A stupid girl with stupid feelings...how could she have been so dumb? How did she think that he could really fall in love with her?...She was nothing special, even since the first time he flirted with her she had her doubts. But after so many nights in his arms, letting herself go into lust and pleasure guided by him...alongside him she started to believe that she was indeed desirable and beautiful. He looked at her with such adoration sometimes that she felt like the eighth wonder of the world. But that also felt like a dirty lie right now....She was so stupid, so incredibly dumb.
Inside of the chapel Omega moved his feet impatiently, he saw her left, he knew that she most probably was in incredible pain right now. He needed to go and see her, she was his friend, the rest of the ghouls were asking themselves what happened, how did this happen? Who was she? Why did Terzo lie all this time then? Why when they both seemed so good together? And the poor sister...her face when they kissed it was the most heartbreaking thing to watch. They were all mad at him at the moment, how could he? Omega looked right at Terzo, he catched a glimpse of sadness in his eyes as he looked to the door....
She walked without a specific direction...she saw the big entrance door and thought for a minute in fleeing away...but where? She had no one...she only had the church, she couldn't leave. She kept walking, her crying made echo in the empty halls of the church, she felt crumbling slowly, her cries were getting more and more emotional, less controlled, she looked at the hallway that went to the ghoul den..and she walked straight to the door and entered, she knew that no one was going to be there. No one entered without the ghouls permission, but she was so used to going there that she didn't mind being found inside, she went to the living room of the den and let herself rest on the big sofa. She cried for what seemed hours until she fell asleep from pure exhaustion.
Inside the chapel, as soon as the mass ended the ghouls went looking for her in every room of the abbey, her room, the garden, the second chapel, the practice room, even terzo's room...but she was nowhere to be found, they became progressively more worried as the clock went by. Omega went to Terzo's office and entered just to find him there, looking at the window with no expression at all.
— I hope you are happy...—He spit in anger— You broke her Terzo...She loved you! Did you even look at her!?
— ....What did you wanted me to do?...It's the way that things are...I never expected her to put such a show in front of everyone, I never expected her to caught feelings...that was her mistake not mine....— He was doing his best effort to not break in front of the ghoul, the weight of his lies and his aching heart were making everything more difficult
— Don't fucking lie to me, you were the one that told me how much you wanted her to be only yours, how did you have this big travel prepared just for the two of you. What the fuck...
— I was going to make her life miserable!! I was trying to save her!! Do you think that they care about me being Papa!? Do you think that I have any real power here!? I'm their fucking puppet!! I'm just a piece of their game! I'm just a fucking marionette being pulled by my own father and Imperator! I don't have a fucking choice!! ....—He snapped, his rage was big, as big as his pain. His eyes burned with tears that could not fall out. — ...they were going to make her life a living nightmare....
— You are exaggerating Boss.....I know that you would do anything to protect her but this is too much..
—.I'm not exaggerating....Verona is part of an old family like ours...her family has enough money and influence in the Vatican city, enough for us to steal the sacred books that we need...it's a fucking arrange marriage...once again , I'm just useful if I'm being manipulated by my father...
— Why you didn't say anything?...about this marriage being a fucking power move from your family?....You are my boss but...we are friends Terzo...we could have tried to find another solution...
—There was no other solution Omega...This is something that I had to do quickly...make sure that everyone knew that we were going to tie the knot..
— That's why you kissed sister Verona in front of y/n?...I got the arranged marriage part but...you totally broke her with that ...
—....I did it because I want her to hate me...if she hates me it will be easier for her...it will be easier for me to not lose my mind and go to her room begging for her forgiveness...begging for her to be with me...If she hates me , I can love her from far away knowing that she will never look at me in the way that I crave ...—He looked at his desk, in one of the drawers there was a little Jack Skellington plush that she gave to him for his birthday. He recalled how she told him that it reminded her of him, how happy she was when he kept him in his office. He grabbed the little plush and placed it on his chest, close to him. It still smelled like her...like the woman that he truly loved but could never have.
— .... Please terzo...there has to be something that we can do, they cannot force you to marry her...
—They can, and believe me they will.....can I ask you one more thing? Not as your boss but as a friend....please take care of her.
— You need to tell her the truth....
— I can't....I can't....No one can ...Imperator would kill me if she found out I fucked up her plan..—He left the plushie on his drawer carefully, as it was now his most priced possession. The only reminder that she loved him and that he loved her— ...leave me alone...
— Terzo....—Omega disobeyed and hugged him, he knew now that he was going through the same pain and heartache. He left the youngest of the Emeritus resting in his chest, he didn't hear him cry, but the way in which his shoulders shivered was the clear signal of his emotions.
No one said a word, it wasn't necessary, for Omega this was the time that he needed to be there for Terzo, not his boss, his friend...the one who was always so flashy, so flamboyant and a master of sweeping sisters and brothers of their feets with just one look, one smirk. The always so confident Terzo, behind doors was another human being, not so confident, filled with rage and anger, filled with self hatred that followed him as a dark cloud, he felt useless most of the time, the massive amounts of pressure, the relationship with his family, the void left by his mostly absent mother... There were only a few beings on this planet who knew the whole Truth behind the confidence of the young emeritus, Copia and Omega were his closest friends, the ones that tried to make him avoid the fall each time he was closer to break. For omega this was so painful to watch, he never thought of seeing his friend and boss so heartbroken. He needed to do something...he knew that the pain could drive both of them crazy.
Outside the office the ghouls still looked around trying to find her, Mountain went to the den to look for his comfortable shoes in case he needed to go up the hill outside the abbey to find her, that's when he found her. Curled up in a ball on the sofa , her face was puffy and red...He knew that she had been crying her eyes out. He called the rest of the ghouls, no one wanted to wake her up, Mountain took her to his bed and let her rest there, covering her with some blankets as the other ghouls talked in the living room.
— ....She is in severe pain...—Sunshine sighed— I can feel it... completely heart broken...
— ....Why did Terzo do that?...He seemed so in love with her some weeks ago....— Cirrus replied looking to mountain who had a concerned and thoughtful expression.
— There is something really sketchy going on...We know that our boss is a womanizer, but he seemed really...in love with her...This is completely out of character even for him...—Mountain replied and took a seat. — Our priority is her right now...Sunny, can you take care of her? Let's make her stay a couple of days here...
— It's okay...I will take care of her, but what are we going to say to Imperator if she starts looking for her?...
—She is sick, that's all...Do you think Copia knows something about this? He is also close to terzo...Secondo and Primo seemed as surprised as us...
—....You don't have to do anything guys....— Y/n entered the living room, she seemed small, her always bright and big personality was nowhere to be seen, she had puffy eyes , and his nose was still a bit red. She tried to brush her fingers and fix her robe before walking to the door. — I'm sorry for...crashing here, I'm going to my room...
— Stay here... Sweetheart you are wasted, we can go to look for your things right cumulus?
— Yeah...Cirrus and I will bring your things here so you can stay for a couple of days...
— I'm fine...just....Don't pity me, it's stupid....I'm just a stupid girl who let a complete womanizer make me believe that it was worth the try...—She responded with no emotion at all.— I'm going to my room, I need to sort something out...and please, don't try to do something....It is what it is...
— Please y/n...we know that...it's too much too soon...but we are here for you if you need us...stay here at least tonight, we can watch movies and eat something tasty...— Sunshine hugged her, she let herself rest a bit in the ghoulette, after a long breath she smiled a bit, defeated but honest.
— Thank you guys.... really, I will...I'm going for a couple of my stuff and then after dinner I can come to stay the night...I just need a moment...
— We get it....—Mountain kissed her forehead, they all had a soft spot for the sister, she was kind and always treated them with respect and care. To everyone in the den,seeing her like that was a worry. A huge worry.
She went back to her room and began to pack a couple of things in a small backpack, her pajamas and some clothes. Her roommates understood her decision and decided to help her do her chores for a couple of days. She undressed and changed her clothes to something more casual and comfortable. As she moved some things around she looked herself in the mirror, the necklace adorning her neck was a reminder of broken promises and lies. After packing and organizing some stuff she left the room, took the necklace off and went to his office. She was going to return the piece of jewelry to its owner.
As she made her way to Terzo's office her heart felt heavy, she was nervous but she needed to let it go as fast as she could....and that was a start.
— Excuse me Papa...—She entered without knocking, not that she cared anyway.
He tensed up seeing her. What was she doing there?...He could not let his feelings control him, he needed to be strong, he needed to be cold towards her. He needed to protect her even from him.
— What are you doing here?....I guess that by now it is pretty obvious that our arrangement is over. —He tried to not look at her eyes directly, his expression was stoic. Even when his insides were burning.
— I know....That's why I came. —She walked to his desk and left the necklace on top of it. — This is yours....Your precious future wife is going to look amazing with it.
— It was a gift...there is no use in getting it back. It belongs to you...
— I don't want it anymore...If you don't want it either throw it in the trash...—She was trying her best to be calm and show little to no emotion, but slowly it was breaking. So many times in that office seared on his lap, kissing and talking, working together...eating together sometimes when the work was too much to get out to eat...She was about to leave everything in that office forever. Starting with him.
— ...You are leaving?....—He saw the small backpack and the way in which she was dressed. His heart ached by the mere thought of her leaving...his egoist desire of keeping her at least in the abbey, the masochistic desire of torturing his soul looking at her from a distance...
— Something like that, not that you care....it seems that you never did anyway....
— ...y/n....
— No no, I know I'm being petty....and I know for a fact that I was stupid. Stupid enough to believe in your fucking lies, stupid enough to believe in your words....— Her feelings ended up slipping, she couldn't hold them any longer. She needed to let the pain out in some way. — Stupid enough to believe that you were interested in me... —Her voice broke as tears fell slowly from her eyes to her jaw, her hands shook a bit as she looked right at him trying not to scream or throw something. The rage of feeling betrayed, the pain that she felt in her heart for losing him, the feeling of being used.
— I'm not a liar... — He felt how the guilt and pain sunk his heart. He wanted so badly to hug her, to make her stop crying and tell her that he loved her, that he was doing all of this because he wanted to protect her. That it was all a scheme , a plan...that if he had any chance of living another life with her he would do it....
—....You are....And you know what it worst than you being a liar? Me believing in everything that you did...The kisses, the nights making love to each other....I loved you....that is what hurt the most...I fucking fell in love with you against all odds of the two being something some day. I wanted to believe in you!....—She raised her voice a bit, and immediately after she stopped talking. She took a deep breath and let some of the anger flow again inside of her, she was not going to make a scandal there, she was not going to give him the chance to see her completely broke. She just turned around and walked towards the exit.— I'm not going to return here, so don't worry about me. I will not tell a soul of this...and I hope that you have a happy marriage, and that all of the things that you did were worth it....Goodbye Terzo. —She left the office and went walking again, she lighted up a cigarette she stole from Dewdrop and got outside to the garden, as soon as she sat she began crying...she felt so defeated.
As she was crying her heart out in the garden, a soft woman's voice approached her, seemingly worried.
— Are you okay?...— As soon as she looked up she realized that the one asking for her was sister Verona...terzo's prime mover. She wanted to scream at her for a bit...but she was not guilty, most probably she didn't even know about her existence.
—....I'm just heartbroken...don't worry about me...
— Piccolina, you seem like a train went over you, it had to be the biggest heartbreak huh?....I'm so sorry, is there anything that you need right now?
She was so beautiful....and so nice. She was sure that she would become a great prime mover, a great mother, a great companion for the leader of the church. She felt envious, how could she ever stand a chance competing with someone like her?...
— Don't be...I'm going to be fine....
— You sure will! Look at you woman...you are beautiful, and you seem nice. I'm sure that you will meet the one, as our dark lord guides your path...
— I'm sure I will....— It was cruel and comic at the same time, the irony of being comforted by the woman that is going to marry the man that you loved, the poor thing without even knowing that you are crying for the man she is going to make a life with. — You already found yours, haven't you?....Papa nonetheless...
— Oh...yeah....how charming isn't it?....—Her demeanor seemed sarcastic when talking about him. She was about to talk a bit more until she looked at the clock in the entry of the garden. — Oh merda..I have a meeting and I'm already late....take care sweet girl, and don't shed tears for an asshole who did not appreciate the wonderful woman that you are...Good bye sister....
— Y/n...sister y/n....— She replied as she saw how she was trying to guess her name.
Verona could swear that she had heard that name before, and she seemed quite familiar...But she couldn't get quite there yet to remember where or with who.
— Goodbye sister y/n!..
Verona walked fast to Terzo's office, she was pretty tired but wanted to finish all of this misery business as soon as possible...A arranged marriage, in this era..
It was stupid. She adored Terzo...as a friend. She never felt anything for the guy more than friendship and a sweet care, they had meet each other years ago in Italy when the man was a boy and he was studying for becoming a priest in the church of Satan...Being son of the Emeritus bloodline was a lot of pressure, and she understood him being herself subject of big pressure by her own family name and fame.
The friendship grew easily, they got along well....but an arranged marriage was too much. But what could she do?....her family was hoping for a marriage...
— Terzo are you there?....—She walked in the office, he was seated holding something in his hand, totally lost in his thoughts.. — We need to talk....
— About what?... How are we going to name our future kids or what?...—He replied harshly, he felt bad in doing so, he knew that it wasn't her fault either...
—....We cannot marry and you know it...we are never going to work , and it's stupid....our families are friends if they need the books so much they just need to ask...
— It's a plan by our fathers and you know it...—He sighed and left the necklace on top of some papers. — ...at least it's you...it could have been a complete stranger...
— Yeah....it could had been...—She looked to the necklace, and then it hit her...The girl crying, it was the same one that she saw in Terzo's office a couple of months ago, it was the same girl that was on his backstage when she was talking with Copia...the owner of the necklace. — You know...there was a sister crying in the garden...—She looked at him and took the necklace — She told me that someone broke her heart...the poor thing was crying her eyes out while smoking outside...
—....Yeah?...— He tensed a bit, it could be her?..— Poor girl....
— Yeah...Sister y/n......The owner of this piece of jewelry... isn't it?....— His eyes opened in surprise, she tied the loose threads so easily, she saw behind his masked emotions with such ease— Oh terzo....you broke her heart?...are you the one she is crying about?...this is...because of me?....
—This is not your fault Verona...it's mine...I was a coward and....pushed her away...
— She doesn't know that this is arranged? ...what did you tell her?...
—I planned a fight....then I just ignored her until today....— Confessing this to her felt so relieving and at the same time made him feel so ashamed— Did you talk with her?....
— I did! Now I felt terrible....poor thing...Me there trying to cheer her up and I'm one of the reasons she is crying!...How could you possibly not tell me that you were with her!?....and how you possibly could have done that to her! Terzo....you are better than that....
— I'm not...I'm just a puppet in this play...
— That's it....I'm tired of this bullshit..—She put the necklace in her pocket and before he could stop her she turned around and looked directly into his eyes. — You are a fucking grown up terzo, you are papa! Do something!...Don't let her go if you love her you idiot...
She left the room and went again to the garden, hoping to find her, but she was nowhere to be found.
She was outside the building, she went for a coffee outside, alone. She looked at the buildings that were close to the abbey, could she ever leave the church?...She was going to be able to live with him and his image lurking over her everyday?...She didn't knew what to do, she wanted to leave but had nowhere to go, she wanted to stay but she knew that seeing him every day was going to kill her slowly...
As she walked to the coffee shop she felt someone calling her from a car, she got closer to it to reveal the sweet Cardinal Copia. Dressed much less formal and elegant, he looked casual and comfortable.
— It's freezing, do you want to go for a ride instead?....—They both laughed a bit, she got up in the car and thanked him. — No worries...How are you feeling?...— She knew that he was aware of the situation, she could trust him.
— Honestly?....I felt like shit. Like someone stomped on my heart and broke it in thousands of sharp pieces...
—....I know this gorgeous place , it's a bit far from here...Let me make a call and we can go if you like...they have an amazing Italian coffee....
— I would love to....Thanks Cardinal....
— I'm a bit down also, we could use some good company don't you think?...—He called Sister Imperator. — Sister, yeah...Oh no no, don't worry I'm okay, I'm going to take a bit more. I'm going to look for some things....Si Si, church things....Si, do you want a cinnamon roll for your noon coffee? Si , si...Thank you sister, byeee...—He looked at her with a smile.— Well...off we go, put in your seat belt please...
— Thank you Cardinal...for real....—She smiled at him and let her head rest on the window. Looking outside, the day was beautiful, but to her it seemed toned down.
— There's nothing to thank sister, you need to clear your mind...Sorry if I overstep but...Did you talk with Terzo?...
— Well...No, yeah.... something like that, I just.... yelled at him and left....I can't believe that I was just a fool...
— You are not... You are in love Piccolina, and ...I believe that he is in love with you too...Hear me out, please....This could sound a bit weird but, Verona is not interested at all in him, and this feels too rushed...even for Terzo. Something doesn't fit well...
— Oh Cardinal...you are just trying to cheer me up....
— Piccolina, I'm not. I swear, Verona has been my friend since we were kids, if she was going to get married I would have known....Secondo and Primo didn't know either...This seems off to everyone...
—Well....maybe he just didn't have the balls to tell me about it...Either way, We are nothing at this moment...He is going to get married and...I will have to live with it....
— Do you really love him?...
— .....I do....It's stupid, we were just friends...and then we thought that it was a great idea become friend with benefits ... But oh cardinal...he was so sweet with me...He helped me so much, he held me in his arms so many times when I couldn't sleep at night, I was so in love with him...my heart is so broken...—She couldn't hold the tears, he kept driving but had one of his hands on her shoulder, comforting her.
— ...I can't promise that I will make things better, but I'm going to try Sister.... let's go for that coffee, you will love it.
They went for coffee, to the place that Copia has bragged so much, she saw from the window the abbey getting smaller and smaller in the distance. She tried to get her mind focused on other things, the beautiful greenery from the hills, the music that the Cardinal had in the car, the small talk between them.
She was determined to get over him, or die trying.
A.N: Heeey, I hope you enjoyed it. 💕 I know, it's sad and hurts a lot. But,.I wanted to change the focus of this type of fic in which they use the other woman as a threat or make her evil, in this story I wanted to make sister Verona a likeable character, to make clear that she is not the enemy or wants to hurt the reader. Again, thank you so much for the support and love 💕 And remember! Eat well, drink water and get some rest 💕
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As an atheist who frequently despairs at the way progressive tumblr talks about us, I've loved reading your recent posts on the subject. You've articulated some stuff that bugged me but I could never quite describe, like how people think of atheism as some broken remnant of christianity rather than a valid worldview on its own.
But there's one thing you've emphasized repeatedly that I just don't think I can agree with: the idea that other people being confidently convinced of their beliefs means that we should act less confident of ours. Yes, I recognize that most religious people are at least as confident in their faiths as I am in my non-belief. But people are confidently wrong all the time, about all kinds of stuff. When anti-vaxxers, flat earthers, climate change deniers, homeopaths, astrologers, or psychics are confidently wrong, we don't take it as a reminder to humble ourselves in the face of disagreement, especially when it comes time to make decisions based on the facts at issue. Sure, we usually don't preach about it to strangers, maybe we decide it's not worth losing a relationship over, maybe we don't bring it up at thanksgiving, but we don't throw our hands up and declare it a tie because both sides wrote down an answer.
Like, let's be clear, this is a question of fact, just like any pseudoscience or conspiracy theory. The supernatural does not exist. Humankind has spent the entirety of our species' history looking for it, we would all desperately like for any of it to be real, and if there was anything there to find, we would've found something by now.
So why does the fact that a lot of people are confidently wrong about that mean that the ones who aren't have to act less confident than everyone else?
It's not that we need to be "less confident" in our beliefs; I have seen people argue that you can't prove a negative or whatever, there's stuff we don't understand yet, so we can't actually claim atheism is Definitely Correct. and like. I fundamentally disagree with that, actually. it's not something I want to get in arguments on tumblr about (can you fucking imagine) but I think the logical conclusion of "you can't prove a negative" is not "therefore, anything you can't prove isn't true is equally as valid". it's that demanding people to prove a negative is unreasonable, and the onus of proof in fact falls on the people claiming a positive.
this is also how things work when someone on tumblr claims I'm a sex freak who hates women and is also a TERF: it's not my responsibility to prove that whatever unhinged accusations some rando on the internet comes up with aren't true. it's their responsibility to prove that they are.
but here's the thing: it's not about who's right, here. that doesn't actually matter.
there are two things you need to consider here:
1. How likely this person is to listen to you
2. Whether the thing they believe actually has a notable impact on anyone else.
Anti-vaxxers believe something that directly and adversely impacts other people. Climate change deniers also do. Flat-earthers conceivably could be harmless, but the roots and execution of that ideology lead to a lot of harmful, antisemitic conspiracy theories that do harm to real life people.
But like, I don't care if Cindy from class thinks astrology is real. I don't actually have to worry about that unless she starts trying to discriminate against people based on their star signs (looking at you, white queer 20-somethings looking for roommates in Seattle).
I don't care if my mom thinks teatree oil is gonna help her... idk, whatever she thinks teatree oil does. She also takes the meds she needs and sees a doctor about stuff, and the addition of teatree oil isn't hurting her. I worry even less about adult strangers making medical decisions for themselves; that's their business, and their choice. I'll take issue with it if they deprive anyone else of necessary medical care on that basis.
#1 is harder to consider, I think. A lot of us want it to be the case that others will listen to us, and a lot of us want to believe that if our arguments are good enough and we're good enough at it, we can get through to anyone.
That's a fantasy. A very silly, very egotistical fantasy likely to drive you to frustration, and ultimately to isolation. The fact of the matter is that it's rarely about you; people decide to listen or not, and there's nothing you can do about it if they decide not to listen. Pushing the issue doesn't change that.
When people accuse me of unhinged shit on tumblr, I don't take it upon myself to prove a negative. I might address those claims in some way, and remind people to get proof of the positive first, but only if it gets to be enough of an issue that I feel I need to. Ultimately, I know the people making those claims don't care, and aren't listening; the only reason I address them at all is if they have an adverse impact on me or others.
People who believe in things we don't believe exist... well, first, they often do believe they have proof. That's just not a basis you're gonna win an argument about that on. And, also, they have no intention of listening to you- and that's fine. As long as their beliefs aren't causing them to hurt others, nobody needs to worry about it. And if they do, we can worry about the impact and the things directly relating to it instead of trying to convince every religious person with flaws to just stop being religious.
Some atheists are assholes because of what they believe. That's not a fact we can ignore, either.
At the end of the day, the goal is just to share space with others. We don't need everyone to agree with us, we don't need everyone to believe the same things, and it's a good idea, in fact, to look at those other beliefs/religions/etc. and see value in them- the value they add to the lives of those who are a part of them, and the value they add to others' through those people.
At a certain point, it doesn't matter if something is Objectively True. Oftentimes we don't know, or can't know- but that doesn't matter either. The obsession with objective truth is very much a white Western one, and it's done a lot of harm to people- entire cultures, even.
You can't be an econ major looking at this through the lens of hard numbers; you need to factor in human life, compassion, and context. It's not about who's right; it's about being a good person.
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Belleview Clinic
This was my ninth month in the Belleview clinic. Nine months since I've been outside. And nine months carrying my child. When I first got to the Belleview clinic was because I saw an ad on the internet about it. They offered $2,000 if you let them perform some lab tests on you. I desperately needed the money; I was about to get thrown out of my apartment for lack of payment. The ad said that the only thing they were going to do to you were blood tests, because they were running an investigation on fertility. And even though I had always been scared of needles, I needed the money, so I guess I could swallow my fears. It also specified that they needed women between 18 and 25 years old. So, I, at my 22 years old thought I had nothing to lose. I thought it would be easy money that would allow me to keep having a home. Boy, was I wrong.
The first day here a nice nurse received me. She gave me a hospital gown and told me to put it on, she led me to a nice room that had a doctor's office chair, so I sat down. After a few minutes a doctor came in, she started talking, and everything seemed normal. She was preparing a needle, I started getting dizzy from the sight, so I closed my eyes and turned my head. It was better if I didn't saw the process of the needle coming inside of me. But still, I felt it. Something willed me to turn, I don't now what it was, but as I did, I realized they were not extracting my blood, they were injecting me something. I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could do anything everything faded to black.
When I woke up, I was in a small bedroom with two individual beds. The walls painted in an olive green, combining with the covers on the beds. A girl around my age was laying in the bed next to mine, she was sleep or maybe passed out just as I had been. The chamber had two doors. I got up and went to open them. Behind one of the there was a modest bathroom, with a shower, a toilet and a sink. It was provided with towels and toiletries. The other one didn't open at all. I sat back down on my bed wondering if maybe I was dreaming when my roommate woke up.
––Where am I?–– she asked.
––I have no idea –– I answered honestly.
That's how I met Izzy, the only person I have seen in the last 9 months. Soon after that day, we realized we were not getting out. Three times a day the otherwise permanently closed door would open, always revealing food and sometimes other thing we might need, like clean towels or sheets, new clothes for our growing bodies, among others. And on the other side of the door there was the smallest room (where they left the tray with the things and were we would leave the dirty plates and clothes and towels so they would return them to us clean) and another door, one that we never ever saw or could open. They fed us well and they provided everything for us to live comfortably on those conditions. We had a notepad and a pen, and we could write notes to our captors with things we needed, and most of the time they would give them to us, they would give us books, movies and games to keep us entertained among other things, we even asked for a full length mirror and a table for our room, and they gave that to us as well. But it wasn't life.
A few months in the clinic Izzy and I realized we were pregnant. Neither of us remembers when we got impregnated, but that's when it clicked. That's why we were here, the Belleview clinic was a breeding center. Probably lots of more women were in the same condition as us in the same building. But there was nothing we could do to help them or help us for that matter.
It had been nine months since our first day here, so both Izzy and I were in full term of our pregnancy. I woke up that day feeling cramps in my lower belly. I was very aware that the baby could come any day now, so I was keeping track of the pains. Right now, it's 8:15 in the morning, breakfast is usually served at 8:30, so I'm considering writing a note informing about the cramps I'm having so I can leave it there when the door opens.
Izzy got out of the shower like 10 minutes ago and she hasn't gotten out of the bathroom yet. I needed to pee. I got up from my bed and wobbled towards the bathroom door. I knocked before saying–– What's taking you so long Iz?
The door flew open and I found a naked Izzy with a panicked look on her face ––Ali I think I will have my baby today.
––What? You are in labor? –– I asked her in surprise ––I think I'm in labor too.
––Oh god Ally, what are we going to do?
––We have to let them know. They have to help us.
Izzy nodded and followed me out into our bedroom.
––Do you mind if I don't put clothes on? I feel so hot I don't think I can handle them –– She said with her huge belly popping out of them.
––Sure, I might follow you in a bit, but I still can handle them.
I went to get our notepad and wrote in my neat handwriting. We are probably both in labor, we need help, please. At 8:30 sharp the door opened, two plates of waffles waiting for us. I took them and placed them in the table, before the door closed, I placed the note on the tray, hoping someone would come.
We ate quietly. I noticed Izzy wincing every once in a while. My stomach was tensing up with 10 minute breaks in between, and the contraction was lasting about 30 seconds.
––How are you feeling? –– I asked her.
––It hurts, but it is not unmanageable. My contractions are about 8 minutes apart. Yours?
––Around ten, and they are lasting about 30 seconds.
––Yeah, mine too.
Around 11:00 am the door opened. It usually never opened at that time, so I went to check it out. There was a basket filled with things. Lots of towels, new sheets, two white onesies, a pair of scissors, and a note that read Good luck. I felt rage grow inside of me. Was this their help? Was this all we were getting?
Izzy was standing behind of me, analyzing our package ––Seems like we are doing this on our own –– She said.
––I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. HOW ARE WE–– I interrupted myself because liquid started running down my legs. In that moment a stronger pain hit me like a truck and I had to grab onto Izzy's shoulder for support ––Oh God, my water broke. Fuck fuck fuck.
––Okay calm down, breathe –– Izzy said and a contraction hit her too, grabbing now onto me ––We are doing this, we are doing this together okay?
I just nodded.
––Let me get out of my wet clothes. How long do you think until we have them?
––I have no idea –– Izzy replied.
4:00 pm and I was panting in pain, 10 hours of labor and I could feel the moment approaching. Izzy's water broke about 20 minutes ago and she was also in agony.
––Ali –– She moaned in pain –– I can feel the baby against my cervix, the moment is getting close.
Just as if Izzy had said magic words, I felt my baby getting lower and its way against my cervix.
––Alright, seems like we are doing this now –– I said, set on bringing these babies into the world ––. This I what we are going to do. Sit right here –– I brought her to my bed, holding her back –– Sit in the middle and face the headboard –– She followed my instructions wincing –– Yeah, exactly like that. And now... –– I climbed on top of the bed sitting right in front of her, both of us in our naked glory –– Move closer to me, we have to be close if we want this to work –– A contraction interrupted me, stealing my breath. Once it was gone I helped Izzy move closer.
––Are you sure this will work? –– She asked
––It hast to –– And it did had to because we couldn't deliver our babies on our own ––Now open your legs wide and put one above mine and I will put one above your other one. This way we will have access to the other.
We did that and now we sat facing each other, in the middle of my bed, with our legs intertwined and with our groins at an arm's length. Our bellies were barely separated, but they still allowed for us to see each other's vaginas and their progress.
––I feel the head against me Ali, could you feel me up and check it? –– Izzy asked me, her face filled with pain.
––Of course, of course –– I said. I slipped my fingers inside her hole, reaching upwards, finally I felt something hairy ––Yeah, I can fill it, the head is right there.
She smiled, knowing this would be over sooner than later –– Do you want me to check you?
––Yes, please –– Izzy's hand roamed over my bulging pussy, and in between all the pain I felt a wave of pleasure. I moaned and felt her finger slide into me just as my belly tensed up, so I moaned again, this time painfully.
––I feel... something–– Izzy said, her hand still inside me –– Ali...–– she looked at me with panic in her eyes –– I think your baby is breech, I think I touched its butt. Fuck Ali, this is going to be harder than I thought, but you can do it, I know you can.
Suddenly I started feeling this urge to push, the pressure of my baby building inside of me––. Oh god, Izzy –– I said pushing a little –– It's cominggghhh.
She answered me with a scream of her own, grabbing her belly and pushing too. The pain was so intense, and I could feel the baby drop onto my birth canal.
Izzy and I were both pushing and panting, neither of us making much progress. This technique of each one doing her own thing in front of each other wasn't working.
––Listen to me –– I said grabbing the back of her neck and bringing her face closer to mine –– You need my help and I need yours, okay? We will get nowhere on our own. I can see your baby bulging against your entrance, mine is still a little higher up, so this is what we will do –– She nodded in response –– I will help you deliver the head, and then while we wait for the baby to turn you will help me make progress. Once your baby is fully turned I will go back to helping you, and once your baby is born we will focus on mine. Is that okay?
––Yeah, I think that will work–– Izzy said.
I put all my will into not pushing with the next contraction, the effort of not doing it was producing so much pain within me, but I needed to focus on Izzy ––Okay Izzy, now push.
She did. She was pushing and I could see her baby beginning to crown, slowly but it was getting there.
––God, it. Burns. It burns so bad –– Izzy screamed in between pushes. My contractions were still coming, coming one on top of the other. Please wait baby, please please.
––I know Iz, but you have to push, come on.
She pushed harder, more hair was visible with each of her efforts. The head was getting to the widest point and she screamed ––AGHNNNNHHHHHHHHH. God, it burns Ali. SO MUCH –– She said as she pushed further. I couldn't even answer her because I was using all my efforts in not pushing. Another push and the head was slipping again.
––It's almost out Iz, you are at the eyebrows. You can do it! –– I tried telling her reassuringly. She was doing a great job. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me closer to her for support, she placed her forehead on mine and with the biggest push of her life, the head was out ––. Oh my god Izzy! It's out! –– I reached out to try to feel the cord, but it was nowhere to be found.
––Good ––. She cleaned the sweat from her forehead ––. Your turn. Come on Ali. Before it turns.
She didn't have to say it twice. My contractions weren't even stopping at this point. I felt the baby pushing against my entrance. So, I did, I pushed with all I had ––Nggggghhhhhhh –– I felt the baby stretching me, it wasn't moving a lot, but at least there was progress.
After 5 minutes of pushing, I looked down on Izzy and her baby was all turned out ––. Izzy –– I panted –– Your baby, your turn.
––Are you sure? –– she looked red from the effort, so I just nodded. My friend needed to get her baby out now.
I stopped pushing and shifted my position so I could reach her, and with that, all my effort was futile, my baby slid back in, removing the progress I made ––OHH nonono, baby no –– I said, pain striking me.
––Oh, Ali, I'm sorry ––Izzy said through her pain
––Don't worry about me right now, let's focus on your baby –– I said, even though the pain was killing me. The baby had slid back in, but it was trying to push their way out once more. I tried closing my legs a little so I could stop their progress ––Push with all you have Izzy
She pushed, an ear-piercing scream coming from her mouth –– Grab onto me if you need to but keep pushing –– I said. Her hand immediately found my shoulders, her nails were digging into my skin, but not even that could subdue the pain on my groin. My efforts of keeping the baby inside of me were not being that effective. I could feel the bulge forming and opening me up.
Izzy dropped her head back in defeat –– I can't do this anymore, I'm too tired, it hurts too much –– She said.
A contraction surged through me in that moment and I grabbed her chin hard, making her look at me ––Listen to me Izzy, you can do this –– I winced in pain ––You have to do this, I need you to do this, okay? My baby is tearing me apart and I need you to be done so you can be there for me –– I held her stare –– SO DON'T TELL ME YOU CAN'T BECAUSE YOU WILL –– I screamed at her in the middle of the strongest contraction I've had.
She nodded ––Yes, sorry Ali, I know. Imma do this and then it will be your turn, okay?
––Okay –– I answered –– PUSH!
She bore down and finally, the shoulders slid out of her. I was grabbing the baby for support and to be ready to catch it. With one more push a baby boy was in my arms. In that moment a wave of liquid drowned us both. Izzy looked at me apologetically ––I'm sorry about this mess.
––I literally couldn't care less about it––. Grabbing the scissors I cut the cord and held the boy to his mother–– You had a boy Izzy–– I said with a smile on my face. The smile didn't last long though, because a renovated wave of pain started within me ––. NGHHHHAAAAAH–– It was as if my body knew that it was my turn, because the baby started stretching my lips mercilessly.
––Okay, okay. Time for you Ali –– She deposited her baby in between our legs while she attended me ––Alright, push.
I never could have imagined the power my body had. With all my strength I started pushing. My contractions weren't stopping, and neither was I. This baby had to be out NOW! In a few pushes the bottom of my baby was out, his feet still hanging inside of me.
––The feet are hurting me –– I yelled.
––I know sweetie, try pushing them out ––Izzy said. I pushed again for a couple minutes but the feet wouldn't come out ––. Alright I'll try to maneuver them out of you, okay? –– I nodded. I could feel Izzy's fingers working my lips bigger. She grabbed one of the baby's knees and pushed it forward, and she slipped one of the legs out of me. I breathed out with the relief that provided me with ––. Alright, now the other one –– She did the same thing but somehow the second foot didn't slip as easily. It got trapped and I yelled in pain. Izzy stretched the piece of skin the foot was caught in and it released ––Okay, feet are out of the way, you can continue to push–– She said.
I fisted the soaked sheets underneath me and pulled them closer to me as I followed the urge my body had of bearing down. The rest of the body flowed quickly outside of me and now only the head was missing. Izzy grabbed the baby from underneath and lifted it a little bit.
––OOOOOOWWWW GOD. Take it out already –– I screamed. The pain growing by the second if that's even possible.
––He will be out with your next push if you give it your all. Come on Ali, you're almost there.
––He? –– I asked, tears building in my eyes.
Izzy nodded smiling –– C'mon Ali. This is it.
And suddenly, my baby was out and crying. I held him up as Izzy held up hers. And we smiled at each other. Relieved from the pain, but deep inside we were scared, because we knew we would not have much time with our babies before they took them. And we also knew it wouldn't be long before they impregnated us again and we had to do this all over again.
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kinktober '23
hello hello! ambro here and this is my first kinktober! i finally made up the list with all the corresponding characters and prompts, and i gotta say, this shit was so hard to think of lol ik a lot of it is mostly genshin characters but you can't blame me (i mean you sorta can lmao), there's just more characters and potential with the game.
i will try my best on uploading every fic on the day its supposed to but no promises if it's actually going to be on time hehe so please be patient! it will be finished no matter what. and yes one particular day is an epilogue for something i have to finish before i start kinktober LMFAO
part of me wanted to have all the characters hidden just for the surprises but maybe next time ;)
additional kinks will be added alongside the main topic and everything will be updated as the days go by. all reader inserts will be fem.
as always: 18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT!!
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.───
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY ONE
↳ SPECTROPHILIA + KAEYA ALBERICH
— content: ghost/poltergeist au, inappropriate touching, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY TWO
↳ SOMNOPHILIA + BRAHMS HEELSHIRE
— content: nanny reader, kinda fluffy at first, praise, mommy kink, somewhat dom reader, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY THREE
↳ MIRROR SEX + TAKAMI KEIGO [HAWKS]
— content: tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY FOUR
↳ KNIFE PLAY + LEVI ACKERMAN
— content: tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY FIVE
↳ BLOOD PLAY + BLADE
— content: tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY SIX
↳ DRY-HUMPING + ARATAKI ITTO
— content: tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY SEVEN
↳ OVERSTIMULATION + XIAO
— content: tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY EIGHT
↳ COCKWARMING + SAMPO
— content: exhibition, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY NINE
↳ CHEATING/NTR + GOJO SATORU & NANAMI KENTO
— content: scummy gojo (lol), manipulation, blackmail, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY TEN
↳ CHOKING + TODOROKI TOYA [DABI]
— content: tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY ELEVEN
↳ UNIFORM KINK + JING YUAN
— content: tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY TWELVE
↳ SIZE KINK + FUSHIGURO TOJI
— content: modern au, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY THIRTEEN
↳ HATE SEX + CHILDE [TARTAGLIA]
— content: traveler!reader, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY FOURTEEN
↳ EDGING + PORCO GALLIARD
— content: tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY FIFTEEN
↳ BODYWRITING + TIGHNARI
— content: medical examination, marking, breeding, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY SIXTEEN
↳ ANDROID/ROBOT + SVAROG
— content: tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY SEVENTEEN
↳ EDGING + ZEKE JAEGER
— content: tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY EIGHTEEN
↳ EXHIBITION + WANDERER [SCARAMOUCHE]
— content: college/university au, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY NINETEEN
↳ CAM-GIRL + DILUC RAGNVINDR
— content: modern au, cam-girl reader, female & male masturbation, sex toy usage, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY TWENTY
↳ LACTATION + REINER BRAUN
— content: lil epilogue of cacoëthes, tit-fucking, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY TWENTY-ONE
↳ DOUBLE PENETRATION + ALHAITHAM & KAVEH
— content: roommates, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY TWENTY-TWO
↳ PREDATOR & PREY + RYOMEN SUKUNA
— content: original form sukuna, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY TWENTY-THREE
↳ TERATOPHILIA + BAIZHU
— content: naga!baizhu, breeding, oviposition, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY TWENTY-FOUR
↳ CORRUPTION + KAMISATO AYATO
— content: faceless!ayato, horror elements (gore descriptions), tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY TWENTY-FIVE
↳ SEX TOYS + AIZAWA SHOUTA [ERASERHEAD]
— content: tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY TWENTY-SIX
↳ APHRODISIACS + ZANDIK [IL DOTTORE]
— content: coworker & test subject!reader, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY TWENTY-SEVEN
↳ CROSS-DRESSING + SHIKANOIN HEIZOU
— content: undercover mission gone wrong gone sexual, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY TWENTY-EIGHT
↳ BREEDING + SIMON RILEY [GHOST]
— content: werewolf!ghost, knotting, rutting, tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY TWENTY-NINE
↳ PHONE SEX + GEPARD LANDAU
— content: tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY THIRTY
↳ PSEUDO-INCEST + ZHONGLI
— content: modern au, step!daddy zhongli (I LAUGHED WRITING THAT OUT), age-gap (20 year old reader, late 30s-early 40s zhongli), tbd
𓆩♡𓆪 DAY THIRTY-ONE
↳ FREE SPACE + ????????
— content: ????????
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Notes: For starters, Mercy Gone Wrong belongs to @faery-the-diamond. They've stated before that their AU does not contain Narilamb and wouldn't intentionally have it happen. But my brain wouldn't stop asking about how they ever could end up in a relationship. And thus, I wrote this little fanfic to finally silence those thoughts. This takes place in a future where Lambert has escaped the crown. (How? Don't know. Doesn't really matter for the fic.)
Notes TLDR; Not my AU, not a canon ship for the AU. Narilamb fanfic that takes place in the future.
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Lambert shivered as he walked through the cult grounds. The early onset winter winds were making him regret his usual decision of outfit. He held his cloak shut, trying to block any winds he could. After his final round of the cult, making triple sure everything was taken care of, at least as well as things could be in this place, he was ready to get back to his house and warm up.
My house, Lambert thought, slightly grimacing once he realized who would be waiting there. That stupid three-eyed cat with his cocky grin, higher than thou attitude, and-
"Let me guess, it's much colder outside than you figured it'd be this morning?" Narinder asked as Lambert walked in, not even bothering to look away from his book.
Lambert usually would've scolded Narinder for the comment but found himself thanking his roommate's fascination in reading. Nainder was laying down on the floor in front of an already raging fireplace, giving the lamb a clear look at his usually prim and pristine posture being replaced by a more casual and relaxed one. That's where the thoughts came back.
Lambert blushed. For the past few months, he'd been seeing Nainder in a different light. One of someone who could be more than just a companion, one of a partner. His frustrations from these thoughts snapped him from them. He took off his cloak and folded it up.
"Yeah, yeah. You're the all-knowing Narinder who can never be wrong," Lambert said.
"I lived in snowy mountains for the majority of my life. I know a thing or two about predicting when the weather is going to turn south," Narinder corrected.
Lambert just rolled his eyes as he set his cloak down, walking over to join Narinder in front of the fire. The cat sat up and shut his book, preparing to speak with Lambert.
"So, what are we going to do for the cult during the winter this time?" Narinder asked.
"Oh no, don't let me get in the way. You're the one who knows this stuff so well," Lambert said sarcastically. "But being serious, I trust you in this department. You've improved a lot of our preparations so far, so just keep up the good work."
"Aww, I'm touched," Narinder said half sarcastically as he gave Lambert a light punch to the shoulder. He was fairly shocked when Lambert actually winced from it and started to rub the area. "Umm, are you okay?"
"Yeah, just been struggling with a bit of stiffness today. Maybe it's the weather?" Lambert mused.
"Want me to help you relax?" Narinder offered.
Lambert looked at his previous employer with a bit of confusion, a faint blush coming to his cheeks from the less-than-optimal wording. Thankfully his wool made it hard to see.
"C-Come again?" Lambert asked.
"Do you want me to help you relax? Your stiffness is actually probably from the weather. So, working the stiff areas and applying heat will help them loosen," Narinder explained.
"Oh..." was all Lambert could get out at first. "Umm, yeah, sure. What should I do?"
"Just turn around and try to follow my lead," Narinder said.
"Promise this won't turn into acupuncture?" Lambert said as he turned.
Narinder sighed and decided to ignore that comment. He cracked his knuckles to loosen them up and grabbed Lambert's shoulder, getting a surprised bleat from the lamb in front of him.
"W-What are you-?!" Lambert stammered as his cheeks turned rosy red.
"Easy. Keep your shoulders loose. I said was working the stiff spots, didn't I?" Narinder said.
"I-I thought you meant shoulder rolls and stuff," Lambert reasoned.
"Do you want me to stop?" Narinder asked.
"...no," Lambert said.
With that, Narinder began to press into Lambert's stiff muscles, using firm but gentle motions to work the area. His paws were extremely warm, sending small shudders through Lambert's body as his shoulders started to loosen up.
During this, Lambert began thinking about his feelings towards Narinder again. Ever since they started finding common ground, his perspective slowly shifted from anger, to tension, to comfort, and eventually even what he'd call friendship. But as the weeks started to move by, he found his heart was not keen on stopping where his head did. Slowly but surely their usual greeting to one another started to make his heart flutter. Even when he had thoughts about Narinder's less than desirable personality quirks, one glace at those three eyes made him not care. Like those flaws didn't matter or were worth toughing it out. He'd gone from someone he couldn't stand, to someone he wasn't sure he could be without. And now that same person was grabbing at his shoulders and helping to ease a burden. A temporary one, but one he was still taking time to help with.
"Alright, how's that?" Narinder asked, his voice snapping Lambert from his trance.
"Ah, yeah, that's a lot better," Lambert said as he turned back around. He found himself considering Narinder's posture again. In public the cat carried himself to be ready to react to anything, all in an effort to not ruin his image. It was almost as if he viewed social interactions as a battle that he needed to be ten steps ahead of. But when it was just the two of them, Narinder relaxed, let his shoulders drop. He wasn't tensed in preparation for anything. If Lambert had wanted to, he could close the distance in an instant, exploiting Narinder's vulnerability to prank or do something to fluster him.
"Hey, you still with me?" Narinder asked. "You're kind of just star-mph!"
Lambert had gone in for the kill. Metaphorically speaking. He kissed the black cat. Spurred on by the comfortable and soothing atmosphere, he let his heart get before him again. Once he realized what he just did, his eyes went wide and he pulled away.
"Ah! I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me, I just-!" Lambert shouted, trailing off when he heard Narinder start laughing. Then he caught sight of that stupid cocky smile on Narinder's face. "What's so..."
"I was wondering when you were gonna make your move. Though that was a lot bolder than I was expecting, I'll give you that," Narinder said.
Lambert sat there in disbelief, mouth agape. Soon enough his shock turned to anger, and his stare turned to a scowl. "You knew?!" he asked.
"Lambert, I've been alive for thousands of years. Had countless people develop feelings for me and confess to me. I started to pick up on signs a long, long time ago," Narinder explained.
"So you just let me sit there with my feelings bubbling up instead of talking to me?!" Lambert complained.
Narinder's smile faded as he sighed. "Honestly, I was thinking over my own feelings," he admitted.
Lambert's anger faded, taking the wind out of his sails.
"We've come a long way from how we used to see each other. And I got scared that maybe I was reading you wrong. I didn't want to be the one who made the first move. I guess I was scared I'd damage what we have. I could accept you not having feelings for me, but I couldn't stand the thought of going back to before. Of losing you and being alone," Narinder explained.
"Well, I guess we both had our reasons then..." Lambert said meekly. "I just wish mine were as good as yours."
Narinder raised an eyebrow at that.
"All cards on the table, I couldn't bring myself to confess because I was scared of what others would think. My followers, the people we talk to...and my people," Lambert admitted.
Narinder tensed. He knew Lambert didn't take discussions about his people lightly.
"I mean, what would they think if I brought them back and then told them that I was in love with the person they were put to the blade over? Would I be outcast, forced to leave you, face ridicule for being a disgra-ah!" Lambert ranted, only stopping once Narinder grabbed both sides of his face.
"I don't know. I know I don't care, but I also know you do. That's why I think we should take this slow. Figure out our feelings together without rushing into anything, and take it one step at a time," Nainder explained, trying to ease Lambert's worries.
"Uh...yeah, one step at a time. That sounds...nice," Lambert said.
Narinder let go and picked his book back up. He figured Lambert would need a little bit to process. He knew he couldn't change the lamb's mind, he learned that the hard way a long time ago.
He jumped a little bit when Lambert leaned into him, staying close as to not be completely alone with his thoughts. Narinder was happy to oblige, wrapping his arm around Lambert and holding him through the night.
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Wow, I really got into this. This was pretty fun to write. Hopefully it wasn't too cringy or cheesy.
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