#me & the bestie when you said you thought you went to hell & i called it embarassing due to the culture of religious shame i grew up with | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

janeyseymour · 2 months

Note

Once again, I just want to say I love your writing!! I was wondering if I could make a request? Reader goes out with the Abbott gang (maybe for a teacher mixer or something) and gets tipsy and Mel ends up taking care of her?

Details totally up to you; I just really like seeing what you create!

bestie, i got you.

Part 1. Part 2.

WC: ~2.3k

Enchanted- pt 3

Ava is currently trying to get you to convince Melissa, your girlfriend of two months now, to go out with you guys even though you know it’s almost a hopeless cause. Her and Barbara usually choose to stay in for the night and drink wine instead of going out and partying with you guys.

“Ava, I really don’t think she will… and I know Barb wouldn’t be caught dead in the clubs we like to go to,” you tell her.

“What if we just went out to a nice bar at first? I’ll let Jacob choose the place, so you know it’ll be boring as hell,” she counters.

You purse your lips at that. Those are usually the outings that the two older women are more willing to partake in. “I’ll talk to her, okay?”

“Let me know, girl. Because if she ain’t goin’, there ain’t no way in hell I’m letting the white boy pick.” Your best friend hangs up after that, and you sigh softly to yourself. This isn’t going to be an easy task.

As you pull into her driveway, you know you’re going to have to ask her. And normally, she’s willing to do virtually anything you want, but this is going to be tough- even for you.

“There you are, gorgeous,” Melissa smiles from the doorway.

You give her a wave before reaching into your passenger seat to grab your bag and the wine you brought over. You can feel the way her eyes are trained on your ass in the tight jeans you’re wearing (you’ll steal a pair of her sweatpants once you’ve gotten what you want). You make your way up to the door and pull her in for a soft, warm kiss.

“Hey,” you say softly. She lets you in and leads you to the kitchen. It already smells amazing.

She stirs her sauce for a few seconds before spinning around and drinking in your look. Her eyes go up and down your body a few times as she licks her lips.

“Like what you see?” you chuckle as you reach up to grab two wine glasses.

“You know I do,” she says huskily, hands palming your ass before wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against her.

You turn in her arms and give her a quick peck. “Not now,” you laugh. “I want wine and dinner.”

“Not a good day at the office?” she asks you, brows furrowed in concern.

“If you thought Ava could be bad, you would murder my boss some days,” you sigh. “How was your day, babe?”

“Actually pretty good,” Melissa tells you as she sets her chin on your shoulder. “Ava was willing to help me out, the kids were good, and Barb and I were talking about the different wines we’ll drink while you youngin’s are out partying it up tomorrow.”

You know the principal was just trying to butter up your girlfriend so she would be more open to the idea of going out with you all, but the redhead doesn’t necessarily need to know that.

“That’s nice,” you smile as you turn in her arms to look at her. “Speaking of… I really would love if you would come out with us.”

“Hun,” she sighs. “You know I’m too old to be out clubbing and drinking with youse.”

“Ava said Jacob is picking where we go to dinner, and then… you and Barb can come back here and have your wine night.” You kiss her gently. “I really would appreciate if you would come with us, at least to start the night.”

Your girlfriend says into your beck, nipping it gently. “I’ll call Barb.”

You grin. “You’re the best.”

She pulls her phone out of her back pocket as she goes to attend to the vegetables simmering in the pan and dials her work wife. You love watching how she can easily multi-task, holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder, keeping an arm looped around your waist, and still making dinner. You sip your wine with glee.

“Hey. We’re going out to dinner tomorrow night with the crew, and then when they inevitably want to go out to drink more, we can come back to my place and have our wine.”

“Melissa,” you can hear the kindergarten teacher sigh.

“I know, I know,” she says into the phone. “But Jacob is picking the place, so you know it’s going to be way more tame than if Ava picked… and Y/N would be delighted to see you again.”

“So it’s Y/N that’s convinced you to go out,” Barbara smirks into the phone.

“Shut it,” your girlfriend laughs. “But yes. She’ll be there, so it would be nice to go.”

“I suppose I can show up for you and your woman,” the kindergarten teacher chuckles.

“Thank you, Barb!” you call into the phone. “You’re the best!”

“She sure has you wrapped around her finger, huh,” Barbara teases the redhead.

“Goodbye,” your girlfriend rolls her eyes. She hangs up the phone.

You grin as you turn in Melissa’s arms and kiss her deeply. “You’re the absolute best.”

“Don’t I know it,” she retorts playfully.

So here you are, sitting in a restaurant with the Abbott crew, Melissa and Barbara also with you. Ava is complaining that this place is boring and that you should “blow this popsicle stand”. You roll your eyes at her antics, reminding her that you haven’t even ordered your first round and your meals yet.

Dinner is nice. This place, for as odd as the atmosphere is, has great food and even better drinks. You order yourself another one, not realizing just how strong they make the drinks here- you can’t even taste the alcohol. That should have been your first clue as to just how strong these drinks were.

You drink your second one happily, and your cheeks turn red once that one is finished. You look over to Melissa who is sipping her glass of wine and talking to Barb contently.

“You’re so pretty tonight,” you tell her so quietly that no one else can hear.

The redhead smiles at you and lays a gentle hand over your knee. “Thank you.” She kisses your cheek. “You smell like booze.”

“Well, I had two already,” you chuckle. “They were good.”

“Your cheeks are already flushed,” she laughs softly as she cups your cheek with her hand.

“Oops,” you giggle.

“Try to pace yourself?”

You nod, but usually nights out with the Abbott crew mean that you’re getting hammered, and you’re going to feel like shit tomorrow. Tonight will be no exception, and you know this when Ava loudly announces that the bill has been paid, and you’re moving on to your next destination for the night.

Just tipsy enough to beg Melissa to come follow you to the next spot, you look to her with pleading eyes. “Please, baby?”

Your girlfriend glances over to Barbara who raises an eyebrow.

“Hun, you know Barb and I usually don’t stick around for your wild nights,” the redhead tries to let you down gently.

You frown, but it is quickly replaced with a smile. “That’s okay,” you say.

Barbara though, has glanced down at her phone, and a text form Gerald has come through. She taps both of you on the arm.

“Gerald just texted me to tell me that he has a special surprise for me at home, so I unfortunately cannot come over for wine night,” the kindergarten teacher states. “I have to head out, but I’ll see the two of you later.”

Melissa purses her lips and furrows her brow, but Barbara just waves her off. “Enjoy tonight.” She heads out, leaving Melissa to her own devices.

“Please?” you look to the redhead with puppy dog eyes, and she knows she can’t say no now- especially with Barb not here now to give her an excuse to not go.

That’s how you find yourself in a dimly lit bar, taking shot after shot with your best friend and the rest of the Abbott crew, sans Melissa. Your woman has taken it upon herself to be the least drunk of all of her coworkers, and she’s watching over you diligently from the bar as you dance your heart out on the floor.

You’re… enchanting. The way your hips sway and you sing along to the music without a care in the world… God. She loves the way you look tonight, the way you are so free, the way that you always show up for Ava- even with all of her shenanigans. She loves you- every single thing about you is a reason for her to fall even more madly in love with you.

You catch her watching you, and you can’t help but grin and move your hips in a way that you know will have her drooling. She nearly does. You can’t help but throw your head back as you laugh at the way she’s entirely enchanted with the way that you look. Deciding to take a break from all of the dancing, you try to make your way over to the redhead sitting on one of the barstools. But because of your intoxicated state, you half stumble to her instead.

Once you’re close enough to her, you fall into her arms. She catches you, of course she does.

“You having fun?” you ask her as you press your lips to hers. You taste like all of the vodka cranberry drinks you’ve downed, and there’s a hint of cinnamon lingering in your breath from the fireball shots that you did with Ava.

She just laughs. “Are you?”

“Of course I am!” you slur out. “But I would be having more fun if you would come dance with me!”

Somehow, by some grace of God, you get Melissa on the floor with you. She grabs at your hips as you dance with her. The rest of the world melts away, and it’s just the two of you.

But then Ava is holding out a green tea shot for you take with her, and as soon as you swallow, you know you just went over your limit. You’re going to end tonight throwing up your guts, and you really don’t want to do that in the filthy bathroom at this skanky dive bar.

“Mel,” you whine out. “Wanna go home… Don’t feel good.”

Without thinking, she immediately turns into the overprotective woman that you know and love. She tells the crew that the two of you are heading out, and she half carries you out of the bar.

The cool air hits you as you step out onto the sidewalk, and you feel a bit better. It was getting pretty stuffy in there.

“You feelin’ any better now that we’re out of there?” she asks you softly, kissing your temple.

You hum and allow her to lead you to the car.

She drives as carefully as she can, but with the state you’re in… you don’t feel so well again. You close your eyes, but that only makes you feel worse, so you force yourself to open your eyes and watch whatever is straight in front of you.

“We’re almost home,” Melissa says softly, patting your leg soothingly. “You’ll be okay.”

You just make a face that tells her you’re doing everything you can right now to not get sick in her car.

Once she pulls into her driveway, you bolt for the bushes. After emptying out the contents in your stomach, you wipe your mouth hastily and apologize to her sheepishly.

“I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t take an Uber,” she mumbles as she pulls you in. “Let’s get you in and up to bed.”

You let her carry you into her house and up the steps, fully knowing that you’re physically incapable of using your legs right now. She undresses you before putting you into a pair of her sleep shorts and one of her old Abbott shirts. She guides you to the bathroom, forces you to brush your teeth and use mouthwash, and then the two of you are climbing into bed.

You bolt quickly before heaving. There’s nothing left in your system as of right now though. You feel gentle hands weaving their way through your hair, and then you hear a hair tie being put at the end of the braid your girlfriend had just done for you.

You give her a questioning look.

“So if anything happens in the middle of the night, your hair won’t be in the way,” she shrugs. “It’s happened too many times to me.”

You go to peck her cheek, but she pushes you away.

“No way, dog breath.” She reaches for the mouthwash again, and you swish it in your mouth before spitting it into the sink.

“Thank you,” you slur out.

“Of course, hun,” the redhead tells you. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

After getting some of the liquid poison out of your system, you’re feeling a bit more sober.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with this,” you apologize sheepishly.

Your girlfriend just brushes a few of the untamable flyaways away from your face before gently pressing her lips to your temple. “Even like this, you’re still the most enchanting woman I’ve ever met.”

You swoon at her words and curl into her hold even further.

“Get some sleep, love. I’ll still be here in the morning.”

“Because we’re at your house,” you quip, eyelids fluttering shut.

“And? I’ll still be here. Always will be.”

And she is. When you wake up, head pounding and stomach still churning, she’s got a bottle of ibuprofen and a glass of water waiting for you.

#melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #abbott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary fanfiction #abbott elementary

210 notes · View notes

justlemmeadoreyou · 6 days

Note

Hiii bestie!!! What about angstyy blurb but with happy ending like H being really rude nd yelling at her cause she broke his flower vase or something like that nd she is quietly crying nd then he see her nd stops yelling nd then consoling her!!!!

Sorry for so long request:( but love ur all stories 💖

and i love you! thank you for reading my writing .💞💞hope you like this one

words: 800+

warnings: yelling, crying, angst. fluff at the end.

***

"What the bloody hell were you thinking?" Harry's voice boomed through the small flat.

Y/N flinched at his harsh tone, shrinking back a little. She had accidentally knocked over the vase of flowers he had gotten her for their anniversary last week while cleaning.

"I-I'm so sorry, Harry. It was an accident, I swear," she said, her voice wavering.

Harry ran a frustrated hand through his already messy hair. "Those were from our anniversary! Do you have any idea how much those cost? How could you be so careless?"

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes at his angry words. She knew he had spent a lot on those flowers, but it truly had been a complete accident. The vase had been precariously placed on the edge of the table.

"I didn't mean to, I p-promise," she said, a tear escaping down her cheek. "I'll clean it up right away."

She moved to grab some towels and the dustpan but Harry stopped her with a firm hand on her arm. "No, just…just leave it. I'll take care of it."

Y/N nodded meekly, trying her best to hold back the rest of her tears. Harry's grip on her arm was almost painfully tight. She pulled her arm back gently and stepped away, heading for the small bathroom. Once inside with the door locked, she let the damn burst.

Harsh sobs wracked her body as she leaned against the bathroom counter. She hated when Harry got angry like that, especially over something so trivial. The flowers had been beautiful, but they were just flowers. She hadn't meant to knock them over. His harsh words and icy glare cut deeper than he probably realized.

Out in the living room, Harry was trying to regain his composure as he cleaned up the mess of water, dirt, and broken ceramic. He hadn't meant to fly off the handle like that, but seeing those flowers - a gift he had put so much thought and effort into - carelessly destroyed had set him off.

As the anger began to dissipate, shame started creeping in. The look of fear and hurt on Y/N's face made his chest ache. He shouldn't have yelled at her like that, especially not over some stupid flowers. She was so good to him, so loving and caring. She didn't deserve to be treated that way.

Lost in his thoughts, Harry didn't immediately notice the muffled sobs coming from the bathroom. His head whipped towards the sound and he felt his heart plummet into his stomach.

Y/N was crying. Because of him.

He tossed the towels aside and quickly made his way to the bathroom door, knocking lightly.

"Y/N? Love, open the door, please," he called gently.

There was a sniffle from the other side before her shaky voice responded. "Go away, Harry. I…I need a minute."

"No, sweetheart, please let me in," he pleaded. "I'm so sorry I yelled, I didn't mean to hurt you like that."

The lock clicked and the door cracked open slowly. Y/N peered out, her eyes red and puffy from crying. A fresh wave of guilt washed over Harry.

"Oh, love," he whispered, pulling her into his arms.

She went willingly, burying her face in his chest as the tears started anew. Harry rubbed soothing circles on her back, pressing kisses into her hair.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he murmured. "I was way out of line. Those flowers didn't matter, not compared to you. Nothing is more important than you."

Y/N sniffled against his shirt. "B-But you seemed so upset about them. I didn't mean to ruin your gift like that."

"Shh, shh, it's okay," Harry assured her. "I overreacted completely. They were just flowers, an object that can be replaced. You're my whole world, Y/N. I love you more than anything."

He tilted her chin up so he could look into her beautiful eyes. They were still watery with tears, but there was a glimmer of hope in them now.

"You mean that?" she asked quietly. "You're not still mad?"

Harry shook his head adamantly. "Not at all, darling. I'm sorry I made you think that some dumb flowers were more important than you feeling loved and safe. That was incredibly stupid of me."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips and she leaned up to kiss him softly. "I love you, Harry. So much."

He returned her kiss with every ounce of love and adoration he felt for this woman. "I love you too, more than you'll ever know. Now, what do you say we cuddle up on the couch and watch a cheesy movie? My treat."

Y/N giggled, the final tears drying on her cheeks. "I'd like that a lot."

As they settled onto the couch, Harry pulled Y/N close, peppering her face with soft kisses.

"Thank you for being so patient and forgiving with me, my love," he said earnestly. "You deserve the world."

Y/N nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, leaving a lingering kiss there. "As long as I have you, that's all the world I need."

♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡~~~♡

feedback | masterlist

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #blurb night #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles writing #harry styles fic

143 notes · View notes

adriennebarnes · 2 months

Text

Cachetona

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N gets told she’s cute all the time by everyone including her boyfriend and she worries that he doesn’t find her sexy

Warning: grammar and spelling errors, no translated Spanish porque me da flojera, IMPLIED innocence and corruption kink if you could call it that, honestly. It's kinda angsty fluff

A/N: I actually requested something similar to @shellyshellshell but this time I’m gonna add my own spin to it. I get told I’m cute and adorable by my bestie, I’ve been told I was cute by some adults, and I’m fine with it. Like I’m 21, I know I’m cute and adorable, because of my personality along with my chubby cheeks, so this is something I worry about and lowkey struggle with. Like I feel I can’t dress in a “sexy” way or do my makeup in a “sexy” way because I feel like it doesn’t match my face or hair at all. Así que me toca vestirme “cute”

Y/N has always had a rounder face and chubby cheeks. Even at her big age of 32, she still has those chubby cheeks that her mom likes to point out all the time. She thought she would have looked more mature by now like other women her age, she thought wrong.

However, truth be told she really didn’t mind being called cute growing up. It wasn’t until her previous partners only saw her as cute, it was even worse when her current boyfriend, Henry Cavill, started calling her cute.

They met a few months ago at Disneyland, which was already a bad start, Henry took his nephews (and nieces, idk) while Y/N went with her friends as a big Disney fan herself. They met on the line of the INCREDIBLES rollercoaster because his niece liked the loungefly bag Y/N had, again, not the best start.

Henry thought that Y/N was adorable in her Disney bound of Marie from the Aristocats and they kept talking in the line until he made the move to invite her to eat after the ride, to which she obviously said yes to because who the hell would say no. And that’s how it all began.

At Disneyland

“So Y/N, I like your outfit, it’s adorable, Marie?” Henry asked, gesturing at her outfit that consisted of white shorts, a pastel pink top with a pink bow in her hair, wearing a pearl choker with a gold bow charm, and pastel pink platform converse.

“Oh yes, it one of my favorite classic Disney movies. I’m a big fan of Disney. What about you? You have a favorite Disney movie?” Y/N asked.

“I’d have to say Hercules.” Henry answered.

“The music is amazing, and I love Megara. Anyway, what are you working on right now?” Y/N asked.

They were together for the rest of the Disney trip until on of her friends, Valeria, called her to say they’re leaving. Henry asked for her phone number and he called her the next day so they could have their first date.

First date

Y/N went to her closet and chose a White lace top with light blue shorts, nude block heel ankle boots, and her pearl choker again. Henry sent her the address of the coffee shop he wanted to meet at and when he saw her at the door, he thought she looked beautiful.

“Thank you for meeting me here, you look precious.” Henry said.

“Thank you, you look handsome.” Y/N said, sitting down at the table. When they ordered, Y/N ordered a brownie and a strawberry creme frappe for some much needed sugar and Henry ordered a croissant and coffee.

They talked about whatever people talk about on first dates, it went really well until...

"I'll call you later, cutie." Henry said, kissng Y/N on the cheek.

Present day

Y/N was in Henry's living room, wearing glasses, hair in two braids, a cream knit sweater, and shorts with Kal by her side. Henry came through the door after a meeting with his agent.

"Hey, Bunny, you're looking adorable today, how was your day?" Henry asked. 'Bunny' was your nickname because after you sneeze, you would twitch your nose before rubbing your nose with your thumb (guilty), much like a rabbit would.

"My day has been fine, took Kal for a walk, made him one of those frozen treats that are safe for dogs, safe to say he enjoyed them, el muy goloso." Y/N said.

"Thats good to hear." Henry said as he got close enough squish her face. "I love these chubby cheeks of yours, you're so cute." and Henry kissed her and went to pet Kal. "Are you going to stay and eat? I can make my specialty."

"I'd love to but i actually gotta head out." Y/N said, hoping Henry doesn't notice anything wrong with her.

"I can take you, it's no problem at all." Henry said.

"No, no, its fine, you cook whatever, I'll just make something at my apartment." Y/N said and kissed Henry before going to her car. She couldn't take it, she has been called 'cute' one too many times by Henry and to top it off, he mentioned her chubby cheeks, she was a grown woman, there are only so many times a grown woman could be called cute.

She drove to her apartment and began muttering.

"Can't believe he called me adorable." Y/N said, closing the door, putting her bag on the couch. She then saw her reflection in the full body mirror Valeria insisted in getting for their apartment. "No wonder he calls me cute." She observed her hair in braids and took it off, messing up her hair. She took off her glasses to see if that makes anything better - it didn't. Thats when she heard the door open.

"Amiga! No sabes cuanta gente estaban en las tiendas." Valeria said, putting her shopping bags down. "What happened? I thought you were going to be with your superstar boyfriend all day." Valeria said, looking at Y/N who is staring at her reflection.

"Henry called me cute again, y dijo algo sobre yo siendo cachetona." Y/N said.

"But Amiga, I thought you were okay with being called cute." Valeria said.

"I am fine with my family members or my friends calling me cute because I know that. Like I’m not exactly built like a Victoria’s Secret Angel, but I thought that at least my boyfriend of all people would at least find me hot. Clearly Henry doesn't see me that way." Y/N said as she plopped down on the floor.

"Hey, you don't know that." Valeria attempted to comfort her friend.

"He was called me adorable, precious, cute, not even beautiful, and he has never called me sexy." Y/N stated.

"Yeah, I can't argue with that." Valeria said.

"See! Y siendo cachetona no me ayuda. Men call you sexy, how can I be more like you?" Y/N asked. "Agh, I sound like a fucking teenager."

"It's all about confidence." Valeria said but Y/N kept looking at her. "Okay, I love you, you know I do, but you do own a lot of pastel colors in your closet. You can borrow my clothes whenever you're out with Henry, that's a given, but even the way you do your makeup is cute, and I know you hate hearing that."

"You're right, you're right. Okay, show me how to do my makeup so it could look ‘hot’ instead of ‘cute’.” Y/N said and that’s exactly what Valeria did. She gave Y/N a Smokey eye with Fox eyeliner, a darker lipstick, contour so her face looks slimmer, and minimal blush. “I feel ridiculous.” Y/N said.

“That’s because you’re not used to it. Also, if you want to look hotter, you need to straighten your hair. Like that sleek straight look.” Valeria said. “But that’s for the next time you want to see Henry, has he texted you?”

“Mm, no, not yet. Which one of these outfits do you think would look better on me?” Y/N said, opening up Valeria’s closet.

The next day, Y/N was in bed when she got a text from Henry.

Toro: hey Bunny, you want to come over tonight? I’ll cook your favorite.

You: yeah, Torito, I’ll come over, what time?

Toro: 6 sounds fine?

You: yep, sounds good.

Toro: okay, see you later, cutie 😘

“Cutie.” Y/N mocked. She got off her bed and went to Valeria’s closet and took out some things that she believed Henry might like her in. “Valeria, I’m borrowing your clothes!”

“Okay!” Valeria shouted from the shower. “You gonna shower so I can leave the water running for you?”

“Yeah, thank you!” Y/N shouted.

Y/N took a shower, washed her hair really well, shaved, when she finished, she put on lotion, her underwear, and a robe to blowout her hair. She changed and her her robe back on to do her makeup, took off her robe, and put on a perfume Henry bought you. She put on some black heels and a pair of her gold hoop earrings. She went to show Valeria.

“How do I look?” Y/N asked.

“Estás buena.” Valeria said.

“Thank you, let’s hope Henry thinks so.” Y/N said.

She got into her car and drove to Henry’s. She stayed in her car for a few minutes.

“Okay, it’s all good, you look hot, you look sexy, you’re not cute, not adorable, you’re hot.” Y/N said to herself before leaving the car and knocking on Henry’s door. Henry opened it and was in awe of how Y/N looked.

“Wow, Bunny, you look great!” Henry said, hugging her and letting her in the house. “So I’m making the rice now, the chicken is already done.”

“Great. Hola, Osito, how are you, Kal?” Y/N cooed at the fluffy Akita.

“You’re so cute.” Henry said. Y/N paused for a second.

“Toro, can we talk about something?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, of course. What’s on your mind, cutie?” Henry asked.

“That.” Y/N pointed at him.

“What do you mean?” Henry asked.

“Okay, I’m going to ask you a serious question and I need you to answer me honestly. Do you find me attractive?” Y/N asked.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do, you know I think you’re precious to me.” Henry tried to reassure Y/N.

“No no no, not like that, I mena like sexually attractive.” Y/N said.

“I Don’t understand.” Henry said.

“Okay, we’ve met at Disneyland, right? You thought I was cute, that’s understandable because I tried to look as adorable as possible because I was Disney bounding. But the dates after Disney, you kept calling me cute or adorable or precious. Now i grew up getting called cute, my friends and family call me cute, I don’t mind getting called by them. But when my boyfriend calls me cute, someone I’m supposed to feel desired by…I know it’s stupid, and even saying this out loud is stupid, but when I’m dressed like this.” Y/N said, gesturing to her outfit. “And you still call me cute, it feels like you’re not attracted to me the same way I’m attracted to you. So please tell me something before we go any further in our relationship.” Y/N said. Henry was stunned. He didn’t know what to say. He turned off the stove and led Y/N to the living room so they could talk on the couch.

“Y/N, i am very attracted to you.” Henry said, look into her eyes.

“It doesn’t feel like it. Why do you always call me cute though? Why is it never beautiful or gorgeous or even sexy?” Y/N asked

“Because your adorable nature is something I find very sexy.” Henry said leaning in.

“A ver, Toro, i Don’t understand.” Y/N said, leaning back.

“Your aura, your way of presenting yourself, is very innocent and cute. It’s like loving an angel. So I find you very sexy, the way you dress in your pastel colors makes you look so angelic when we both know what’s underneath is down right sinful. You are so bloody tempting that I call you cute to hold myself back from doing what I really want to do to you.” Henry said.

“Who knew the great Henry Cavill has a innocence kink.” Y/N giggled a little.

“Yeah yeah, tease all you want, bunny. But do you understand what I’m telling you?” Henry grabbed her chin to tilted her head so she’s looking in his eyes. “You are very sexy, I find your cuteness very sexy. And I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t desired because you are, I desire you every night.” Henry said and they kissed. “You feel better now, bunny?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Thank you, Toro.” Y/N said. “So…when did you first think I was sexy?” Y/N asked and Henry chuckled.

“Alright, let’s eat first and then we’ll discuss that, Bunny.” Henry said, leading Y/N to the kitchen.

The End

So Henry’s nickname is “Toro” which means “bull” because he’s a Taurus and of course really strong like a bull.

Taglist: @warriormirkwood

#hispanic reader #latina #hispanic #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry cavil x y/n #henry cavill fic #henry cavill fanfiction

308 notes · View notes

koolades-world · 3 months

Note

Can you do Obey Me headcanons of a Christian MC? MC isn't a toxic one though, they're actually super nice and supportive of everyone and such. They're also generally really trusting and try and see the best in people. They're more or less just extremely concerned and slightly uncomfortable with the entire being kidnapped and brought to hell thing(and also being forced to attend school again)

They also got really excited when they learned angels were gonna be attending RAD too, so there's that lol

Like when they saw Simeon and Luke for the first time they mentally went "THIS IS A MOMENT IN HISTORY!!!! TAKE A PICTURE!!!"

haha hi!!

when I first saw this I was really looking forward to doing it! been thinking about it a lot

one of my best friends is actually a christian who plays obey me, and she was the one to introduce me to the game. I think she would find this funny, so I'll def be thinking of her while I write this haha (if you're reading this, which you very much might be, heyyyy happy late bday girl)

Christian Mc

Lucifer

once you realize who he is, you're freaked out, both in a good and bad way

like, this is the lucifer! you ask to take a picture lol (and he's not amused)

you're a little sad and relieved when he pawns you off to mammon, since you're awed by his presence but also terrified since you knew the part he played in the bible by heart

once you get to know him, the both of you chuckle about human depictions of him and you finally get that picture! be sure to make him sign it and then frame it

Mammon

learns quickly just how many copies of the bible you own once he spends enough time in your room including but not limited to the version on your phone, the mini version in your RAD bag, and the one you keep on your side table

once you get to the stage of basically living together, he learns that you read the bible and say a prayer nightly

at first, he was nervous having to be the one to guide you but he learnt you were probably more scared of him, and you were actually just so sweet

he jokingly picks up all of the jesus merch he finds so now you have an entire shelf

Levi

the most normal out of the brothers besides the fact that he spends all his time in his room, but that kind of reminds you of a brother you only see like once a day

it's almost scary and a little jarring walking into his room, but after that, you guys get along so well

he admits that he thought the exchange program was weird, and it was all history after that

unlikely besties: a devout christan human and their gamer social outcast demon

Satan

highkey fuming about the fact that humans don't know that he and lucifer are different (he for sure smashed up an entire room of the house)

after he calms down from this though, although it takes a while for the two of you to get to know each other, he takes joy in making fun of the slanderous things said about lucifer

you both like to read but the only thing you reread and read nightly is the bible so

luckily he doesn't care about that since it wasn't his dad anyways (don't remind him that it's technically his grandpa's book)

Asmo

the first time you showed him biblical version of him, he was disgusted and refused to speak to you for the next two and half days

after that he feels a little bad since he knows you didn't mean it like that and since you basically tip toe around him

after that he comes on a little strong, but after a while you get along pretty well despite being so different

he’ll reminisce while you listen carefully and hold onto every work he says since he was a real angel and that’s so cool

Beel

while you were initially terrified of him, you quickly learnt how much like he actually was

at the core, you were both just a kind person (or demon) who wanted to help others and uplift them

always there for you to lend a listening ear and to help out out if others are giving you problems

the first in the devildom to make you feel truest welcome and let you know that you could call it home

Belphie

at first he thinks it’s a joke and kinda pokes fun at it

once he realizes you’re being serious, he feels a little bad but also still thinks is very funny how you hide your face behind a bible when you’re scare

has had holy water thrown at him, and has found a bible under his pillow before (gosh who could’ve done that…)

used to jump out at your from around corners in his demon form and it sent your running every time so you can prepared with a rosary blessed by the pope to shove in his face if he dare to try again

#obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me lucifer #obey me belphie #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date

233 notes · View notes

corruptedcaps · 3 months

Text

Fake Week

“What kind of sicko are you Kane? I will not wear this… this butt plug. Its bad enough I have to pretend to be your girlfriend for a month so you’ll stop bullying Kevin but I’m not going indulge you in this sick game and wear some lewd sex toy of yours. I don’t care if this is what all your exes did! You’ll knock it down to just a week if I do? Alright fine but I’m cleaning it first. Maybe cleaning it more than once.”

“Are you happy now Kane? No you don’t get to check it! No wonder you’re single, you’re such a creep! Oh sure you wanted to see it was fitting fine and not hurting me? Yeah right how stupid do you think I am? And besides it fits perfectly, like really perfect actually. I uh got to go.”

“Yeah so what if I’m putting on makeup? I figured if I’m going to sell being your girlfriend I should probably start looking like those vapid bitches you are used to dating. Plus this is so easy, don’t know why I didn’t try it before. It’s just an act, you’re still a creep and once today is done I’ll be one day closer to not having to pretend to be your girlfriend!”

“It’s called yoga Kane. All you exes are flexible, athletic bitches so I thought I might as well act like I care about this stuff. I have to say though I’ve seen such a crazy improvement in just a few hours. It’s like magic! I can stretch and twist like never before and I’ve seen improvements in other areas too. Areas I see you’re checking out you cheeky bastard. I guess it is a pretty amazing ass now so I’ll allow it but don’t get any ideas, I’m just your fake girlfriend for 5 more days.”

“I never noticed how long my hair had gotten lately, it was getting in my face all the time during yoga so I decided to put it into a high ponytail, you know like one of your exes, and it’s so freeing. I used to think it was so bitchy looking but now honestly I think it’s sexy like this don’t you think? Of course you agree, I can see that bulge in your pants ‘babe’. Hmmm it’s kind of hawt seeing someone other that Kevin be turned on by me. Even with him it’s so few and far between lately. Maybe in four days when I’m back to being his girlfriend he’ll like this new hairstyle.”

“Ugh why are my so called friends so annoying today? They were complaining that I was saying mean things about Margo. All I said was if she wanted to ever get a guy she should maybe lay off the ice cream once and awhile. It’s not my fault the fatty started to cry. She should thank me for being honest with her. I should be more honest with the lot of them and kick them to the curb but they’re the only friends I’ve got. You’ve heard Amber and Mercedes want to be friends with me? The two biggest bully’s in school, but they are pretty cool and fashionable unlike these other dweebs. Maybe I’ll give them a text, thanks for the encouragement…. babe.”

“You were right about Amber and Mercedes. We texted all day yesterday and met up at the mall and went shopping. They convinced me to throw out all my lame clothes and buy a totally new look. It’s mostly pink and tight and sexy as hell. They also convinced me about something else. About you. I’ve been such a brat to you these past few days and you’ve been nothing but a gentleman to me. It’s time you got some sort of reward for your troubles. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t going to be a reward for me too. Just stand there looking handsome as hell and I’ll do the rest.”

“Hey baby, last night was mmmm really hawt but don’t tell anyone ok? I don’t want Kevin to know that I cheated on him last night… or this morning… or in your car later today. I can’t help it if you can’t keep your hands off me. I mean who can blame you? Plus you are MY boyfriend for two more days. Of course I told Amber and Mercedes though, they’re my besties, I had to tell them. Plus they were so impressed by what a bitchy thing my cheating was that they made me their new leader. Wasn’t your ex their old leader? Well I’m going to being even badder and bitchier than she was. Mmm that’s making me so horny. Fuck it let’s go to your car now.”

“Last day of our ‘relationship’. It’s only right that we get all the fucking in that we can. Glad to see your stamina is up to the task. Kevin wouldn’t last a fraction that you are capable of. What a fucking loser, can’t believe I have to go back to him tomorrow. Why am I doing this again? To stop you bullying him? He deserves to be bullied and you’re soooo hawt doing it. I never admitted since putting in the butt plug I’ve been touching myself at night thinking about you wailing on him. You’re so much more of a man than he ever will be. You know what? Fuck him. I deserve a strong, mean, and hot as hell boyfriend and you deserve a bitchy queen bee of a girlfriend. Kevin deserves to be the victim. Forgot our deal, I’m yours for good now and Kevin is all yours.”

“Oh the jacket? It belongs to my boyfriend, Kane. You know, your bully? Me date you? As if loser, I’ve always been Kane’s girl and always will. It’s like I was made for him. You’re just some simping creep who’s wanted in my panties for years. Everyone knows it, because my beta besties Amber and Mercedes are telling them right now. Those two can spread news like wildfires. You’ll be a pariah by the end of the day. Kane will be cheered on for bullying you. Mmmm speaking of which here he comes. Don’t forget to cry, it makes me so wet when you do.”

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #magic #evil bitch #corrupted item #corrupted pov

283 notes · View notes

draemgal · 8 months

Note

I need more azriel in the best buds universe.

It keeps me going.

(pleassssss)

Also, are you fine? Hope your well.

Have a nice day!!

hi!! i’m well thank you, i hope you are as well! ♡

thank you for all the love on best buds, i really enjoyed writing that one it was so cute, i think i’m gonna try out head canons for this one?? idk i think it’ll be fun hehe.

dad!azriel | head canons

inspired by best buds.

i gave the man in the pic little cartoon wings hehe

azriel would be over the moon when your son calls him daddy for the first time.

he had been waiting patiently and started to feel like the day would never come, of course he would be okay if your son never wanted to call him that but it would mean a lot to him if he ever did.

so when it finally happened… man, was he insufferable.

he’d make your son repeat it over and over if he said it, like if he was tickling him and he said “daddy, stop!” through his giggles, azriel would so be like “you want who to stop?” just to hear it again.

in the beginning of the relationship it was an adjustment for him. he was used to being by himself, but now he had two other people to worry about. he never saw it as a bad thing or a challenge, though. just an adjustment.

when you first met him, he was head over heels with you. you two had went on a couple dates just so you could feel him out, and when he asked to go back to your place you had bitten your lip and looked down.

when he asked what was wrong, you told him that there was something he needed to know.

you weren’t hiding the fact that you had a son by any means, you just wanted to feel azriel out before introducing them. your son’s security and safety went first always, you’d never being seeing someone that your son wouldn’t feel comfortable with.

“i have a son.”

azriel didn’t falter, he just grabbed your hands in his and smiled wider.

“okay, can i still come over?”

the rest was history.

azriel was obsessed with him.

his shadows would gravitate towards your son and they’d play, them slithering around his little limbs as your son squealed and giggled.

azriel would spoil the hell out of your son. every time he came over he’d bring arm fulls of toys from the toy shop in velaris and you’d scold him because your son’s toy box was beyond overflowing by now.

but azriel would only kiss you on the head before rushing to greet your little boy.

after a while, you and your son moved in with azriel.

your son started picking up the habit of falling asleep in you and azriel’s bed, snuggled between the two of you.

azriel’s wings would be protectively wrapped around the two of you until he moved him to his bed, but some nights he didn’t and cuddled him closer.

oh!!!

your son would be obsessed with azriel’s wings.

he’d draw family portraits and always put extra detail into az’s wings.

he’d pretend he had them and jump off furniture, when you asked what he was doing he’d just be like “i’m flyin’ like daddy!”

like i touched on earlier, az’s shadows would be his bestie. ugh how cute.

at night, after a long day, azriel would just lat his head in your lap as you played with his hair and thank you.

“for what?”

“for giving me the son i never knew i needed. i never thought i deserved.”

daddy!azriel >>>

#acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #acotar fic #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fluff #azriel imagine #azriel one shot #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel x y/n

321 notes · View notes

nattinatalia · 1 year

Text

Jack Harlow x Reader : UP IN THE SKY

A/N : WARNING SMUT 18+ 😜 Huge thank you to the buttercup to my blossom @harlowcomehome for the help.

You were stuck in a private plane with Jack and his team. You were joining him for a bit of media press for his new movie.

The only thing is, He’s been ignoring you all morning, so you thought you’d take actions into your own hands.

The only ones in on the prank you came up with was Neelam and your best friend. Neelam was a bit hesitant at first but she ended up agreeing thinking it can get Jack’s mind to ease a bit. He’s been nervous about the movie premiere, just as he is with every other project he’s about to drop.

“Did you end up calling that guy from the gas station?.” Neelam says loud enough so everyone could hear.

You smile, “Uh noo, but we are texting.” You look down at your phone and reply to a text your best friend had sent you.

“Ohhh? What’s he saying? I can’t believe you’re actually texting him.” Neelam says, winking and going along with the plan.

“What guy?” Jack asks, but you don’t look up to face him, nor do you answer him.

Your phone pings so you grab it and laugh, you show it to Neelam and she laughs as well. “Girl, he’s definitely feeling you. What are you going to say?”

You shrug “He said he’s from LA, so maybe I’ll invite him to the premiere.”

“Who are you texting?” Jack asks again.

You look up and see him with an annoyed look on his face, Urban is staring at you, with a surprised look on him and with his hands on his chest.

“Huh?” You feign confusion.

“Who-“ your phone pings again, and he quickly stares at it.

You look down at it and smile.

Bestie: bitch what are you doing?”

You: He can’t ignore me for long, just continue texting me.

Bestie : He’s gonna be big mad and probably bend you over.

You : Exactly what I want him to do 🥵

You can’t help but laugh.

“Y/N” Jack says a little too loud.

“Y-yeah? What’s up?” You cough out.

“Who the fuck are you texting?”

“First of all.” You glare at him. “Don’t talk to me like that.”

Your phone pings yet again but you don’t look at it right away. Jack though, he stares at it and you can feel the tension coming from him. “Are you going to get that?”

“Hmm, not right now.” You answer him looking out the window and stare at the clouds. “It’s not important.”

Your phone starts to ring now, this was definitely not part of the plan but hey, it got you to get Jack out of his head.

He’s definitely pissed now, but Urban and Copeland try to make conversation with him in hopes he’d calm down and distract him.

The moment Jack went back to his conversation with the boys, you reach for your phone and unlock it.

You show it to Neelam again “Call him back.”

You return your best friend's call, but you get up from your seat and head towards the back of the plane where the private suite area is.

“Bitch, calling me wasn’t in the plan.”

She laughs, “I know, I wanted to stir the pot.”

You’re laughing when Jack enters the room. “What is even going on right now? Are you on the phone with some guy?”

“Uh I have to go, my brother just walked in.”

He glares, “NOT HER FUCKING BROTHER, I’M HER BOYFRIEND” He stomps your way and snatches your phone from your hands “WHO THE HELL-SARA?”

You and Sara laugh. “Hey, get your head out of your ass boy and pay attention to my girl.”

Jack rolls his eyes and throws the phone on the side. “What was that all about? That wasn’t even funny, I thought you were talking to some guy.”

“I know, that’s what I was aiming at.” You smirk.

“What? Why?”

“You haven’t paid attention to me, you woke up and you didn’t even touch me.” You pout.

“Ohh? So you thought getting me jealous was going to help?” He asks you with a raise of his eyebrows.

You smile and shrug “Maybe.”

“Maybe huh?” A deep throaty chuckle came from him.

“You don’t get jealous often.” You walked toward him, making sure the cabin door was shut for your privacy. “But when you do” you whispered against his ear, “I enjoy it.”

His breath was shaky, he was trying his best to keep his composure, he wanted to tease you, draw it out as long as you two could withstand. You knew all his sensitive areas, and he knew yours so it would be challenging but worth it.

You started with his ears, knowing your breath against them sent chills across his body, the noticeable goosebumps on his biceps were a tell.

“Did it work? Was my man jealous?” You whispered against his ear.

He bit his lip lightly, crooking his neck to the side out of habit. He should’ve known better than that. You started to kiss your way down his neck.

“I don’t get jealous.” He fought the thick saliva in his mouth, he was practically salivating at your motions.

“Oh no? I guess Chris didn’t tell you what happened with the flight crew before you and Urban boarded” you said between kisses against his neck.

Jack cleared his throat trying to regain his thoughts. He couldn’t tell if you were trying to make him jealous again or not. “Flight crew?”

“Don’t worry about it baby.” You hummed as you slid your hands under his sweatshirt to take it off, he quickly removed his white tank underneath.

You started to kiss and suck on his collarbone area, a sensitive spot for him. He audibly moaned which made you immediately kiss him, worried someone would hear.

You jumped up, straddling his hips as he walked over to the private suite area.

He laid you down, as he hovered above you. He lifted your shirt up, exposing your hips. He left light kisses at first, teasing you until he inevitably left small bite marks.

“Jack, baby, that’s not fair” you whimpered.

“But my collar bones were?” He hissed. “Tell me more about this flight crew?” He pulled down your (his) sweatpants, taking them off completely and making his way to your sensitive bud.

“Baby before you-” you breathlessly gasped as he crouched underneath you, your legs on his shoulders. You felt him teasingly against you, licking strides ever so slowly.

“Continue” he commanded as he followed his own direction.

“Before you got on, Mike, you know the co-pilot?”

“Mhm”

“He was asking me what I was doing on the flight, and I told him I was here with my man and he told me-.” Then Jack started to move quicker, he was sucking your bud harder now, likely leaving a mark.

“Baby, baby, I’m-“ you breathlessly announced, your legs tightened together and you practically crushed his head underneath you.

He quickly crawled out from under you, smirking as he patted down his extremely damp beard.

“That’s not fair” you pouted.

“What did he say?” You noticed his face was flush, and you had partially forgot that you were making up an entire story to get him to fuck you with jealously in mind.

He quickly took your sweatshirt off and threw it to the side, you weren’t wearing a bra so your boobs bounced freely.

His eyes never left them, aside from your face they were his favorite physical feature.

“What baby?” You played dumb, knowing it would annoy him.

“What did he say to you y/n” he spoke sternly before he got on top of you, his mouth quickly meeting the tip of your nipple.

“He told me I should be with” You whimpered “him instead.”

“What the fuck” his saliva trailed as he pulled away from your breasts.

“And what did you say?” His eyes were full of worry, his face was flush and his nostrils were flaring, his signature telling that he was genuinely angry.

“Nothing baby, I didn’t get a chance” you pouted.

“I’m about to fuck you so good that he hears it over these god damn engines, face down, ass up. Now” he demanded.

You did as you were told, hiding the very obvious grin that was plastered across your face.

Jack lined himself up with you, both hands on your hips as he thrust into you. “This is my pussy” he angrily mumbled to himself, but you heard it and couldn’t help but stifle a giggle.

Luckily Jack was too focused to hear you, he looked down and watched as he slid in and out. His pace was slow at first until he felt you clench against him, quickening his speed indefinitely.

“Holy fuck” was all you could mutter over and over, followed by loud moans that you had no control over.

“Let this entire plane know who this pussy belongs to” he rasped, his curls sweaty against his forehead, you could feel his dick twitch inside you so you knew he was close and so were you.

You moaned his name a few times, loud and audible, and felt him release into you. His slowed pace after he came, hitting your clit perfectly, sending you over the edge too.

When the two of you finally realized what just happened and where, you couldn’t help but giggle. Jack helped you get cleaned up and you both helped dress one another. He refused to put his sweatshirt back on, after all, he was still sweaty.

“C’mere” he mumbled for you to come closer to him and kiss him. “ I’ll take care of Mike.”

“Oh baby, I have a confession” you smiled.

“Hmm?” He looked at you inquisitively.

“That never happened” you giggled, avoiding his eye contact.

“Babe!” He gasped. “You do know this entire plane just heard us orgasm right?”

“Yeah, maybe I was claiming my territory too.” You laughed and he blushed, liking that a little too much.

• • • • • • • • • • • •

TAG LIST

@heavyhitterheaux @harlowsbby @arination99 @cmalass @jackharloww @minkookie95 @deannaard @jacksmoviestar @harlowcomehome @fdl305 @httpkoylinnn @xoxokiaraaxoxo @hoodharlow @automaticpeachsong @amethyst09 @aliciacat20 @allyson15 @gabbylovesreading @stefansalvatoresgf @violetdreamsworld @carma-fanficaddict @jasminxts @itsaaliyah2 @itsyagirljaz @harrycanyonmoonn @neon-lights-and-glitter @awhore4moree

#jack harlow #jack harlow x yn #jack harlow x oc #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow smut

972 notes · View notes

softspiderling · 2 years

Text

never knew (that I could fall so hard) | j.h.s.

summary: “Nothing,” you muttered, picking at the small napkin under your glass, before pressing the question out. “How come you never really date anyone?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, since we’ve known each other, you’ve never had a serious girlfriend. Just casual hook-ups or flings. Why is that?” or, you and Jake are friends. Just friends

pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x reader

warnings: allusions to sex

word count: 7,6k

author’s note: idk why but this took me so long. but it's a big one. i hope you enjoy it, besties

title is from fall so hard by christopher

Jake: All good. Talk to you later.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What?”

You looked up from your phone to see your co-worker Patrick giving you a look. The way he was leaning into the door of your office, which you hadn’t even heard opening, told you that he’d been standing there for a while.

“You’ve been staring at your phone for like, ten minutes. What’s up with you?”

With a sigh, you flipped your phone over so the screen was facing away from you, leaning your head into your hands.

“Jake’s just come back from his mission.”

“Oh,” Patrick echoed, shutting the door behind as he sat down across from you, his eyebrows raised. “Is he okay?”

“He says he is, but he’s being extremely cryptic about it,” you groaned, picking your phone up yet again, to show Patrick the message. He frowned at your phone, before side-eying you. You dropped your phone on the desk, waiting for his opinion.

“There’s nothing cryptic about it.”

“It just sounds like he’s trying to hide something from me.”

“Girl, you should have told him how you felt about him before he left for that mission.”

You gave him a look, your shoulders drooping.

This again.

“I told you a million times that I don’t have feelings for him. We’re just friends. You know it’s really sexist that you assume that men and women can’t be friends.”

Patrick rolled his eyes. “Men and women can be friends, but you and Jake can’t.”

“What the hell is that even supposed to mean?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Meanwhile Patrick looked like he was about to have an aneurysm.

“It means that it’s obvious the two of you have feelings for each other and are too chicken-shit to do anything about it.”

Patrick was right, in some ways. When you first met Jake, you hadn’t realized he’d become such a big part of your life and now that he had, it was hard to imagine your life without him. But that didn’t mean that you were in love with him. You wouldn’t want to imagine your life without any of your friends.

“This is not helping Patrick,” you muttered, leaning your cheek in your hand. “I thought you wanted to stop me from spiraling instead of berating me.”

“Just trying to help. At least it got your mind off of the mission?” Patrick said, unhelpfully bringing your thoughts back to the mission, grimacing as he realized his flaw. You clicked your tongue, annoyed, ushering him out of the office a bit more forcefully than necessary before sitting back into your chair with an exhale.

You spent the rest of your workday trying to focus on your actual assignments, but your focus kept straying. It didn’t help that Jake went AWOL after the text he sent you, not replying to any of your texts.

You: that sounds ominous. Are you really okay?

You: Is Javy okay?

When you realized that you wouldn’t get any more work done, you decided to call it a day, packing your belongings together and taking the rest of the day off. You even got Patrick to end his day early and the two of you walked out of the office, parting ways in the parking lot.

“Hey, let me know when Jake texts you back, okay? Don’t spiral again!”

You waved at Patrick, getting into your own car. Before you started the engine, you checked your phone again - nothing - before starting the drive home. It didn’t take long until you were parked in front of your building. Shouldering your bag, you headed inside, your focus back on your phone as you walked up the stairs to your apartment. Absentmindedly, you reached into your bag for your keys, one hand on your phone to type out another message to Jake.

You: Jake you know I hate it when you do this.

A ping finally made you look up from your phone, just to see Jake Seresin standing in front of your door.

“Told you I’d talk to you later, didn’t I?”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you gave him a gentle shove before barreling into his chest, throwing your arms around his body. Only when you heard his heart beating in his chest, slow and steady, you let yourself breathe out a sigh of relief.

“You’re such a jerk,” you sniffed. Jake only rumbled out a laugh, his body shaking. His hands were stroking down your back soothingly, and soon you peeled away from him, your heart starting to beat too fast. Jake grinned down at you, but you only glowered, moving to unlock your door, with him hot on your heels.

“I’m sorry if I made you worry, darling. When we got back on land I just wanted to see you so I drove out here,” Jake explained and you raised your eyebrows at him, shutting your front door slowly.

“You came straight here after you docked?”

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?”

“A simple yes would’ve sufficed,” you muttered, a flush on your cheeks. “How long are you staying?” you then asked and his face fell.

“I don’t know. But I actually have to go back to Fightertown later. The team’s planning a little party tonight and I have to be there.”

“Of course you do,” you teased. You were a bit disappointed that he couldn’t stay for long, but he didn’t have to drive out in the first place, so you figured you should be happy he was here at all. “Do you want to grab an early dinner before you have to head back?”

“I am not sure if we’re gonna have time, how long do you need to get ready?”

You paused in your tracks, glancing at him. “Get ready for what?”

“You’re coming with me to Fightertown. Javy wants to see you too and you’d get along with the rest of the team like a house on fire,” Jake answered, like it was obvious.

“Jake, I can’t come with you, I have to work tomorrow.”

“On a Saturday?”

Sighing, you nodded, sitting down on your couch. “A client of mine has an event tomorrow I have to oversee. I’m sorry Jake, I really wish I could come with you.”

And you did. You hadn’t really met any of Jake’s friends except for Javy, the other aviators he was stationed with weren’t really his friends. Sometimes it worried you a bit that Jake didn’t have a lot of people who had his back, but it seemed like he came back from the mission a changed man.

“It’s okay,” Jake huffed in humor, rubbing a hand over his face. “I should have known better than to spring this on you. Another time then.”

“I promise!” You said, biting on your lip, almost scared to ask. “Are you going back to Lemoore?”

Jake sat down next to you, bumping his shoulder against your gently. “We have the next three weeks off to recuperate and then we’re supposed to finish our previous posts, but I don’t know where they’re going to send me next. Maybe I can choose. I did save the day, after all.”

“Not an ounce of humility in your bones, huh?”

“You don’t need to be humble when you’re this good,” Jake pointed out with a smug grin, looping his hand around your wrist, pulling you up. “C’mon, let’s go to Reyna’s. I had to live on carrier food for the past few days, I need something real.”

San Diego, circa 2016

“Hey, can I get another caipirinha, and then close out my tab?”

It was around one am in the morning, Tess had just left the bar, after you had insisted you were fine and would head home after one more drink. Usually, you weren’t comfortable staying behind but tonight you didn’t really care. You’d just broken up with your boyfriend and wanted to celebrate your newfound singleness. Which was… Odd, considering you’d been dating for two years, and one might be more tearful after breaking up with someone.

But when you realized, it wasn’t normal to be crying basically every single day for the past half year, you broke up with him and for the first time in two years, you felt light.

When the bartender slid your drink over the counter along with your credit card, you gave her a smile, immediately taking a sip.

“Closing out your tab so soon?” Someone drawled behind you, making you sigh. Of course you’d get approached as soon as you were alone.

“I should’ve closed it out sooner to avoid running into you,” you replied, before turning around, your mouth dropping a little. A gorgeous man was standing in front of you, toothpick between his lips, green eyes twinkling at you. His dirty-blonde hair was neatly styled, and when your gaze dropped down to his chest, you understood why.

Navy.

He smirked at you, obviously aware of his good-looks. This man was clearly a womanizer and to your bad luck, he had his sights set on you. “Oh sweetheart, I’ve had an eye on you the whole night.”

“Yeah, because that’s definitely not predator behavior at all,” you scoffed at him and he only grinned wider, picking his toothpick out from between his lips. Flicking it into the small bucket that stood on the counter, serving as a trashcan, he offered his hand to you.

“The name’s Jake. What can I call you, besides sweetheart?”

You bit back a smile, shaking your head a bit. Even though you had no intention of going home with him (or taking him home with you) you figured there was no harm in flirting with him, right? You told him your name with a stir of your drink, and he repeated it slowly, rolling your name between his lips and you could get drunk off the sound of your name out of his mouth.

“Any special occasion for being out so late or were you just ringing in the weekend?”

“I was actually celebrating my new relationship status,” you replied. Jake’s eyes immediately flitted to your left hand that was wrapped around your glass, but finding it empty, he quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Single?”

“Single.”

Jake smirked, lifting his beer bottle. “I’ll drink to that.” You clinked your glass against his bottle carefully, rolling your eyes, a grin on your lips.

“So you’re Navy?”

“Naval aviator, yes. I just started the Top Gun programme today and we just came out for some drinks with the other aviators.”

“Well, shouldn’t you get back to them, then?” you asked, sipping on your drink, your eyebrows high.

“Ah, I think they’ll be fine. You’re much better company anyway.”

His eyes never left yours and it made you shudder a bit. You could understand the allure of him, and it was obvious that every other woman in the bar, and some men, too, were ready to pounce on Jake as soon as he’d left your vicinity. But by the way he was caging you against the bar with one arm, his hand splayed against the counter, it didn’t seem like he’d leave any time soon.

“This your first time in Fightertown?”

Jake nodded, grinning at you.

“How do you like it so far?”

“It’s starting to grow on me,” Jake smirked, blinking slowly. “So pray tell, what kind of idiot let a woman like you go?”

“Oh come on, he didn’t let me do anything. I wasn’t happy anymore, so I left.”

“A woman after her own heart, huh?”

“Something like that,” you chuckled. Somehow, Jake managed to rope you into a conversation, which was surprisingly not as superficial as you had thought it would be. Having immediately labeled him as a womanizer, you had expected him to use cheesy lines on you rather than ask genuine questions about your life. Even when your drink was slowly coming to its end, you decided to take smaller sips, trying to give yourself some wiggle room, but wanting to stay true to your word on leaving as soon as it was finished, not wanting to live your life according to another man just after having left one.

“- and now I can’t coffee unless I am well into my day,” you sighed, your eyes catching another man dressed in khakis approaching. He laid his hand on Jake’s shoulder, who barely moved a face muscle. Must be a friend.

“We’re headed out, are you coming with us?”

“No.” - “Yes.”

Jake raised an eyebrow at you, his dimple showing. “What, you tryin’ to get rid of me, sweetheart?”

“You’re welcome to stay here, but this is my last drink and I am going home when I finish it, which is about…” Taking one last sip of your caipirinha through the straw, you waved the empty glass in his face. “Right about now.” You placed the empty glass on the counter and sent the two men a smile.

“See you around boys.”

Ducking out under Jake’s arm, you weaved your way out of the bar, inhaling deeply. You’d been in that bar for hours, not realizing how stuffy it was inside and the fresh air was a welcome change. It wasn’t too long before you heard the doors to the bar open again, the music blaring out briefly before the doors shut.

“Hey, wait up sweetheart!”

Wow.

You tugged your jacket tighter against your neck, decidedly not waiting up as he caught up with you, slowing down when he fell in step with you. Jake was grinning as he looked over to you, shaking his head slightly.

“You didn’t give me a chance to say good bye.”

“So you thought running after a woman in the dark was the smart thing to do?”

“Awe come on sweetheart, only trying to get you home safe,” he drawled, making you snort out a laugh as you looked over to him.

“I am not taking you home, Jake.”

Jake tilted his head at you, and for a second you thought he’d just turn on his heels and return to the bar, to maybe find a willing man or woman who’d take him to bed, but Jake kept walking with you.

“Let me at least walk you home, yeah?”

This man would just keep surprising you, huh? You figured it wouldn’t hurt letting him walk you home, even though you lived in a pretty safe neighborhood, it was always better to be safe than sorry. So you sighed dramatically, shrugging with your shoulders.

“Fine, if you insist,” you said, stuffing your hands in your pockets. “So was that one of your co-workers back there? You seemed close.”

“Javy? Yeah, he’s my best friend actually,” Jake replied and you raised an eyebrow at that.

“Really? You’re that lucky to be stationed with your best friend?”

Jake laughed. “We can hand in papers asking to be stationed together. It’s more of a suggestion than anything else, but yeah, we got pretty lucky. Helps that we got a couple of achievements on our belts and the higher ups are more lenient with us.”

You rolled your eyes at his humble brag. At least he was consistent.

“That’s nice. It’s good to have someone familiar with you, I can’t imagine it being easy to be away from your family all the time. Do you miss them?”

Jake was silent at your question and when you glanced over to him, the light of a street lamp illuminated his hardened face and you mentally cursed, embarrassment running up your neck.

“I am sorry,” you quickly said, stumbling over your words, but Jake only let out a breathless laugh.

“‘s okay. Nothing to worry about. I’m not close to my family so I don’t really mind.”

His answer was short and the tone told you that he was done with the topic, so you pressed your lips together, feeling prickly. You weren’t sure what else to say, scared you’d put your foot in it again.

“Now don’t clam up on me sweetheart,” Jake teased, amusement evident in his voice and you scoffed giving him a look, the tension bleeding from your shoulders.

“Shut up, I was trying to be considerate of your feelings, okay?”

“Out of a sudden? I am touched.”

Shaking your head at him, you came to a stop in front of your apartment building.

“So this is me,” you said, shifting from one foot to another. “It was really nice of you to walk me home. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know I didn’t,” Jake hummed and you sighed in exasperation.

“Can’t you just say you’re welcome?”

“You’re welcome.”

You fished your keys out of your purse, your eyes never leaving him. “How are you getting home?”

“I am calling an uber, don’t worry about me.”

“Okay. Good night, Jake,” you said quietly, biting your lip before unlocking the door and heading inside. Through the glass door, you could see him looking at you, pointedly not reaching for his phone before you disappeared from his eyesight.

As you climbed in bed, you wondered if you should’ve gotten his number. You could see something maybe happening with Jake, but were you ready for jumping into another relationship, so soon after breaking things off with Isaac. And even if you were ready, wasn’t Jake just looking for a hookup, instead of something serious?

Even as you woke up the next morning, Jake was on your mind. But luckily you stopped thinking about him when you fell into your routine of a Saturday, going to the grocery store as your fridge was empty and getting your apartment in order. Around four, you headed out to get some coffee, since your coffee machine was still broken. Jogging down the stairs, you suddenly paused when you saw Jake outside the building, staring at the buzzer. Slowly, you open the door, giving him a once over.

“... What are you doing here?”

Jake straightened his back, giving you an easy smile. He was out of uniform this time, dressed in a simple black shirt and some blue jeans, sunglasses hanging in the neck of his shirt.

“I seem to remember something about your coffee machine being broken and thought I’d take you out for a coffee,” he said and you furrowed your brows, a slow smile starting to form on your lips.

“Really.”

“Yeah. What do you say?”

Jake raised an eyebrow at you and you relented with a laugh. “Sure, okay.”

“So, they just made up a squadron for you?”

“Sure did.”

“That’s insane,” you snorted and Jake raised an eyebrow at you, his fingertips drumming against his beer bottle.

“What’s it going to take for you to believe that I am damn good at what I do?”

“You’re telling me you weren’t surprised when you found out that the higher-ups were so impressed with you that they just made up a whole new squadron?”

“No.”

“He’s lying,” Javy interjected, drawing your attention to him. “We were together when we got the orders and you should’ve seen his face. It was hilarious.”

“Don’t listen to Javy, he’s just mad that he lost in darts again,” Jake drawled, leaning his arm on his best friend’s shoulder, who only shoved his arm off with a scoff. You only watched with an eye roll, already used to their antics. Taking the last sip of your drink, you stood up, fixing your blouse.

“I have to use the restroom,” you told them, grabbing your purse and pointing a finger at the two men. “You better have resolved this by the time I get back.”

You squeezed your way through the crowd, headed to the bathroom. After finishing your business, you walked over to the sinks, where a girl was fixing her hair in front of the mirror. The two of you exchanged polite looks through the mirror, when the girl’s smile suddenly turned sheepish as you washed your hands.

“Hi, sorry to be this forward. But is the blonde guy at your table your boyfriend?” She asked and you returned the smile somewhat nervously, reaching for the paper towels.

“Jake? Uh, no,” you replied, pausing as you assessed her. “Would you like me to introduce you to him?”

The girl beamed at you and you exchanged names as you left the bathroom. She seemed friendly enough and she was really pretty, so you figured Jake would like to get to know her, he never was one to turn down a pretty face. Jake and Javy both raised an eyebrow at you as you arrived at the table, no longer alone.

“Jake, Javy, this is Maya. Maya, these are my friends Javy and Jake,” you introduced them and they exchanged pleasantries as they shook hands. “Jake, Maya told me that the music’s kinda lame and I told her that you know your way around music. You should show her the jukebox.”

It took Jake a second to understand what was going on, before he gave Maya an easy smile, taking her to the jukebox in the back of the bar. Sometimes, when you saw Jake around other women, it made you wonder why Jake never really pursued you. You did meet because he was hitting on you, how did you become friends instead? What was so different about you? Maya was laughing as Jake conversed easily with her, leaning his arm against the jukebox and throwing in a quarter, letting her choose a song. He always was good at making the other person feel wanted.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Why am I doing what?” you asked back, tearing your eyes away from Jake and Maya to turn to Javy, who only looked at you unimpressed. Your hand curled around the fresh caipirinha on the table that had replaced your empty one, stirring the drink with the straw.

“Pawning him off to other women.”

“Jesus Javy, I am not pawning him off to other women. I am wingmanning him. She’s cute. I figured Jake deserved to have some fun.”

Javy rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. It was obvious that he was annoyed, but you didn’t want to press the topic any further and it didn’t look like he was going to add anything else, so you took a sip from your drink.

“Hey, thanks for ordering me a new one” you said with a small, grateful smile, trying to change the topic, but Javy only arched an eyebrow at you, before snorting, shaking his head.

“You know damn well that it wasn’t me who ordered that for you.”

Biting on your lower lip, you leaned your elbow on the table, slightly miffed.

“We’re friends,” you stated, somewhat unnecessarily and Javy sighed in exasperation.

“I know. So what?”

“He doesn’t see me like that.”

“You do remember how you met, right?”

Your brows drew together. “You know what I mean, Javy. Just because Jake hit on me before we knew each other, doesn’t mean that we were destined to be together. Sometimes people are better off as friends.”

“But you love him.”

“I love all of my friends, Javy,” you pointed out. “I love you, too.”

“You know, some day he’ll find someone else who puts up with him and it’ll be too late by then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, I am not going to be your shoulder to cry on,” Javy said, pointing his finger at you. Scowling, you rolled your eyes at him, purposefully angling your body away from him. The two of you sat there in tense silence, as the bar around you stayed rowdy, until Javy leaned forward, his expression softening.

“I’m sorry. That was harsh. I just want Jake and you to be happy.”

“I am happy, Javy. So is he. He’s a good friend and he’s there for me when I need him, just as much as I am there for him when he needs me,” you responded and Javy only clenched his jaw, before nodding.

“If you’re sure about that….”

“I am.”

Javy hummed thoughtfully, squeezing your wrist. “Don’t be mad at me, okay? We good?”

Sighing, you gave him a look. You knew that he wasn’t trying to be a jerk, even if it sounded like it. He was a good guy and an even better friend to Jake. Javy, while out of line, was coming from a good place. You gave in, patting his hand gently.

“Sure.”

Soon, Jake returned, his shirt ruffled and untucked, and you managed to only wrinkled your nose slightly. Javy’s eye twitched a bit, but he didn’t say anything, choosing to take a drink from his beer instead.

“Really, Jake?”

“What? You were the one who introduced her to me” Jake pointed out, sitting down next to you. His thigh was touching yours, warmth radiating from his body, but you didn’t mind. Then he reached for your glass, but you moved it out of his grasp quickly, tutting.

“Nuh-uh. There’s no way you’re putting your mouth anywhere near my glass, Jake. God knows where it was ten minutes ago.”

“Come on, don’t tell me you’re scared of boy germs,” Jake teased, and you shoved his shoulder playfully, pulling a face.

“No, I’m only scared of your germs.”

“Stop squabbling, I was going to get another beer anyway,” Javy sighed, rolling his empty beer bottle in his hand. “Last round?”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. You wanted to go to the farmer’s market tomorrow morning, right?” Jake asked, nudging you gently, surprising you. You had completely forgotten about your plans for the following day.

“Right, yeah. I’m good with this, Javy,” you said to Javy absentmindedly, waving him off before he went off to get the usual for him and Jake. Tapping your finger against your glass, you watched Jake. You truly believed what you told Patrick and Javy, that you loved Jake as a friend. But you feared that it would be so easy for you to fall in love with him. Or maybe you already had? Without realizing it?

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Blinking, you frowned at him. “What?”

“I think I just lost you for a minute,” Jake asked, amused. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” you muttered, picking at the small napkin under your glass, before pressing the question out. “How come you never really date anyone?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, since we’ve known each other, you’ve never had a serious girlfriend. Just, casual hook-ups or flings. Why is that?”

“You haven’t dated anyone either,” he pointed out, but you only rolled your eyes.

“It’s different. You knew I just got out of a relationship when we met. I am not vehemently against a serious relationship. But you act like it’s the worst thing that could happen to you.”

“You know serious isn’t really my thing, sweetheart. A relationship means work. Hard work. And that takes time, which I don’t have. A relationship just isn’t realistic with my job, anyway. I’m making the best of the card’s I’ve been dealt.”

“That’s bullshit.”

Jake’s forehead creased. “And what makes you say that?”

“You can’t tell me that everyone you work with doesn’t want a serious relationship.”

“Perhaps not. But it’s not what I want,” Jake said. “But I promise I’ll help you find the man of your dreams. Maybe you’ll meet him tomorrow at the farmer’s market.”

Biting back a sigh, you put on a fake smile, turning back to your drink. At least this cleared any lingering questions you might’ve had. Even if you had any feelings towards Jake that were more than platonic love, you’d never risk your friendship with him for casual sex. After Javy returned to the table with two beers in hand, the conversation slowly started up again. You were only listening half-heartedly however, too busy trying to figure out your feelings for the man next to you. Frowning, you rubbed your eye, and Jake noticed, squeezing your shoulder.

“Hey, you tired?”

You nodded, rolling out your tense shoulders to discreetly get Jake’s hand off of you. Luckily, he didn’t notice as he slipped his phone out of the pockets of his jeans, opening the uber app.

“The uber will be here in five minutes.”

The three of you got up, chairs scraping against the floor and headed outside to wait by the curb. Normally, you might’ve leaned against Jake for some support, but instead, you wrapped your arms around yourself. When the uber finally arrived, you were quick to snag the passenger seat, only sending the two aviators a cheery smile.

“Sorry boys, you gotta cram into the back.”

You could feel Javy’s eyes burning into the back of your head, but you ignored it, not wanting to subject yourself to his judgment right now. It didn’t take long for the uber to arrive at your place, your hand already on the car handle, opening the door.

“Thanks for tonight, it was really nice,” you said over your shoulder with a smile.

“Night!”

You climbed out of the car, shutting the door behind you, but before you could take another step, Jake called out your name, the window rolled down.

“What’s the rush? You got someone waiting for you?” Jake teased and you gave him a look.

“I’m just tired Jake.”

Jake’s face softened. “Get some rest sweetheart, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Biting your lip, you nodded, giving him a small wave before the car pulled away, driving off. Sighing, you walked inside your apartment building, your stomach heavy. This felt all too familiar, getting home from a bar and having conflicted feelings about Jake. Difference was that this time it felt like there was so much more on the line for you. Maybe it was better for everyone involved to get some distance, at least until you figured out what the hell you were feeling for Jake.

Over the next few weeks, you managed to avoid seeing Jake. After canceling your visit to the farmer’s market with him, he’d been insisting on spending time with you, especially since he was stationed nearby. Only as you rebuffed every single of his invitations to go out or to grab lunch, you began to realize that you spent a lot of time with him, whether it was online or in real life.

You started feeling bad about avoiding him when he started lamenting about not having seen you for a month. Maybe it wasn’t fair to give him the cold shoulder like this after all, this wasn’t really his fault, was it? This whole situation made you miserable, but you were convinced that it was the only solution right now. Your head knew that you were friends and nothing more, it was your heart that needed convincing.

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Jake standing in front of your door, a frown on his face.

“... What are you doing here?”

“Are you mad at me?” he asked back, instead of answering your question.

“Why would I be mad at you?”

Jake gave you a look, stepping inside your apartment and shutting the door behind him. He was standing so close to you, you could see the golden specs in his eyes. Far too close. Averting your gaze, you fled to the kitchen, but Jake was quick to follow

“Come on, don’t play coy with me. You’ve been avoiding me for weeks, ducking my calls, canceling all our plans. You’re mad.”

He was leaning on your kitchen counter with his arms crossed, eyebrows raised, as if daring you to prove him wrong.

“I am not mad, Jake. I was just really busy with work and everything, and honestly, I thought you’d be busier as well, you know, with your new squadron and all.”

Jake stared at you intently, trying to gauge if you were lying or not, before sighing, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Fine okay. I’m sorry for barging in here like this. I just thought you were dodging me. But if it was because of work, and not because you’re mad at me, you can come out for drinks with me tonight, right?”

“Uh…”

Crap.

You knew that if you’d turn him down now, that it was just an excuse and that you had lied to him. And if he’d found out that you lied, he would want to know why.

“Fine,” you relented and finally, a genuine smile appeared on Jake’s face, his hand coming around your neck to hug you. Exhaling, you leaned into him briefly, your shoulders sagging, some of the tension seeping out. Your heartbeat quickened when you felt his hands ghost down your back and you pulled away quickly, clearing your throat.

“I’ll… Uh, go get changed real quick okay?”

The words had barely left your mouth before you already fled down the hallway into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Leaning against it, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. You screamed into your open palm out of frustration and then pushed yourself off the door to get dressed. Ten minutes later, you were on the road, suspiciously not taking the route into the city.

“Soo where did you say we were grabbing this drink?”

“I didn’t,” Jake chuckled, glancing over at you. “We’re going to the Hard Deck.”

“Wait, the Navy bar?”

“That would be it, yeah.

Pulling a face, you sunk deeper into your seat. “Am I going to survive a night surrounded by men brimming with testosterone and arrogance?”

“Now what is that supposed to mean, sweetheart?” Jake drawled, turning into a street that slowly turned from concrete into gravel, the small stones crunching under the tires of the car. He pulled up next to a blue bronco and you leaned forward to look at the bar that was situated right next to the beach.

“Huh. Not bad.”

You got out of the car, slowly taking in the number of uniformed people coming and going. While you had seen your fair share of navy personnel at bars, you’ve never gone to an outright navy bar.

“You coming?”

Jake was looking back at you with a raised eyebrow, already a few steps ahead of you. Puffing out a breath, you caught up with him, entering the bar right after him. It was pretty packed, which was to be expected, but the most rowdy section of the bar was in the back by the pool table, right where Jake was headed.

Figured.

“Hey Hangman, what took you so long? I was starting to think you got scared of facing me in a round of pool,” a brunette woman said with a smug grin when she noticed your arrival, leaning on a cue stick, her eyes landing on you. “Oh, hey. Are you the reason why Hangman’s been sulking for the past few weeks?”

Your cheeks reddened and Jake only smirked at the brunette. “Easy Phoenix, let the girl breathe,” he said, placing his arm at the small of your back, introducing you to his squad. You waved, saying your hellos, when Javy sidled up next to you, hugging your side briefly,

“He was sulking, what did you do?” he whispered into your ear, making you elbow him in the stomach. You turned to Jake, when someone else joined your group, a very attractive guy with a mustache, pressing a beer bottle in Jake’s hands, pausing when he saw you standing next to him.

“I’m sorry,” he frowned. “I didn’t know you brought someone.”

“‘s fine,” Jake waved him off. “This is Rooster.”

Rooster shook your hand gently, but firmly. “You can call me Bradley.”

“Hi Bradley,” you said with a shy smile, introducing yourself.

Jake paused a beat, before he cleared his throat, his eyes finding yours. “I’ll get you a drink. Caipi?”

He didn’t even wait for your reply before he disappeared into the crowd and Bradley let out a sigh, shaking his head slightly.

“Told you he’s sulking,” Javy said with a sing-song voice, before he picked up a cue stick off the pool table, challenging another aviator, you believed his name was Fritz, to another round of pool.

“So, how do you know Hangman and Coyote?” Bradley asked curiously.

“Oh, uh, Jake kind of hit on me? When he was in the Top Gun program.”

“You’re his girlfriend?”

“Oh, no!” you flushed. “Uh, we’re just friends. He hit on me in a bar but we're just friends.”

Bradley hummed, nodding slowly as he eyed you skeptically. You were about to ask what the look was for when Jake returned with your drink, glancing at Bradley for a second. It wasn’t really clear to you if the two of them were friends or not, so you took a sip from your caipirinha, hoping the tension would dissipate.

“Anyways, it was nice to meet you,” Bradley then said. “I’ll see you around.”

He squeezed your shoulder and clapped Jake on the back before he moved to the back of the pool table. Jake watched him go, his jaw clenched.

So, not friends, then?

“Thanks for the drink, Jake,” you said, snapping Jake out of his thoughts as he cast his eyes on you with a wink.

“Of course.”

“So, what was it with you sulking because of me?” you teased and Jake huffed.

“I was just a bit upset. You were giving me the cold shoulder for no reason, sweetheart, can you really blame a guy for that?”

The guilt welled up again. If his co-workers had noticed his mood, Jake really must have been upset. You lowered your gaze to the floor out of shame, before you reached out to squeeze Jake’s hand; he looked at you in surprise.

“I am really sorry, Jake. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,”

You weren’t sure if you were imagining it, but Jake’s face tinged pink and he turned away, clearing his throat.

“Don’t worry about it, it was just a misunderstanding. Right?”

“Right,” you echoed, grimacing a bit before you lifted your head to look at him. His eyes were already on you, and there it was again, your heart beating wildly.

THUMP.

“Hey Hangman, are you gonna come join us in a game of darts?”

You and Jake sprang apart, your hands dropped numbly to the side and Fanboy paused, looking between you two.

THUMP. THUMP.

There it was again.

“... Sorry, did I interrupt something?” he asked, his voice apologetic.

“No no, you’re fine,” you insisted, while Jake took a long sip from his beer. Fanboy nodded, turning back to Jake.

“So, darts?”

“Go,” you told Jake. He looked unsure, but you gave him a gentle push. “I’ll be fine, I promise.”

You leaned back against the table as Fanboy left with Jake, and as he disappeared from your eyesight, your heart slowly returned to its normal beat.

Traitor.

“Sick of us already?”

You looked up only to see Bradley across the table from you with a smirk, a beer in his hand and you chuckled, shaking your head.

“I’ve expected worse, actually.”

“Wow, you really know how to make a guy feel special,” Bradley whinged, pressing his flat palm against his chest dramatically.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re kind of hysterical?” you asked, amused.

“It’s part of my charm. You just must be impervious to it.”

“Oh please,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Has that line ever worked for you?”

“It’s not a line,” Bradley pointed out. “I don’t make it a habit to flirt with women who are spoken for.”

That caught you off-guard, and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Excuse me?”

Bradley inclined his head towards Jake, while taking a swig from his beer. Jake was talking to Javy by the dart board, though his shoulders were tense, his gaze set straight, as if he did his best not to look in your direction.

“I told you we’re not dating,” you spluttered and Bradley only grinned, like he knew something you didn’t.

“You might think so.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Bradley sighed, leaning his elbows on the wooden surface, as if he was talking to a toddler. “I’ve seen you together for like an hour and I can already tell you’re head over heels for each other. And the past few weeks he’s been in a foul mood, worse than he usually is. He didn’t even want to come out with us in the first place. But then you guys made up and he’s suddenly a ray of sunshine?”

You pursed your lips as you watched Jake, throwing a dart with more force than necessary.

“He doesn’t look very sunshine-y to me,” you pointed out and Bradley blinked at you, before barking out a laugh.

“You’re joking, right?”

You crossed your arms, slowly feeling like he was fucking with you and Bradley sobered up quickly at the look on your face, laying his hand on your arm.

“Hey, I am not making fun of you. I mean, I kind of am. But seriously, I think you should just talk to him.”

“It’s not going to change anything,” you sighed, uncrossing your arms. “Even if he did love me, we don’t want the same things. I am not going to ruin our friendship.”

Bradley shrugged with his shoulders. “Why are you so sure that it’s going to ruin your friendship? Don’t think. Just do.” With a knock on the table, Bradley saluted at you before walking off and you only stared after him with a frown.

Don’t think, just do? What kind of lifestyle coach tip was that?

You rolled your eyes, turning back to the dart board, trying to find a glimpse of Jake but he wasn’t there anymore. You craned your neck, looking for him on the other side of the bar, he was still nowhere to be found. So you went up to Javy, who was still playing darts with Fanboy, pulling him aside.

“Hey, where’s Jake?” you asked him. He only gave you a brief look, nodding towards the patio through the window. Thanking Javy, you walked through the doors that led outside, finding Jake on one of the patio tables, his feet on the bench.

“Been looking everywhere for you,” you said, somewhat accusingly as you sat down next to him. Jake only gave you a wry smile, before turning back to the beach.

“You looked pretty busy, didn’t want to bother you.”

Your eyebrows shot up at his insinuation and you wondered if Bradley, and everyone else, was right after all.

“Are you jealous?” you then finally asked, and Jake didn’t react. You weren’t sure if he hadn’t heard you, or if he was simply ignoring you, but then-

“Of Rooster?” He scoffed out, running his hand through his hair, a scowl on his face. “Maybe.”

Stunned, you reeled back a bit. You hadn’t expected for him to be so direct or honest, not after all this time. You opened your mouth to say something, but you didn’t know what to say. Jake beat you to it.

“He’s a good man. I think he could make you happy,” Jake said and your eyes widened.

“What?”

Huffing, Jake looked at you from the corner of his eyes before he turned away again, leaning his arms on his knees. “He’d treat you right. Rooster’s got a bit of baggage, but everyone does nowadays.”

“Jake, what the hell are you talking about?”

“You want to know if I am okay with you and Rooster, right?”

“What? No! He’s not my type.”

“Oh,” Jake said stupidly, his shoulders sagging a bit. You weren’t confident if it was a relief, but it sure looked like it. You knew you loved him. But did he love you, too, like everyone was claiming? You took a deep breath, closing your eyes to collect all your bearings before you reached out to place your hand on his knee.

“Jake, I love you.”

Jake’s head snapped in your direction, his face hopeful for a split second, before his expression darkened again, turning away from you.

“You can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I am bad for you!” Jake snapped at you. “This could never work, I am just going to end up hurting you and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“So you don’t love me.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It sure sounds like it,” you bit out, tears welling up in your eyes. “You’re kind of a dick, Jake.”

You pushed yourself off the table, jumping off the bench to walk back inside, but before you could go far, Jake grabbed you by the wrist, whirling you back around. You crashed against his chest, not very softly, but you didn’t really care.

“Don’t you get it?” He said softly, cupping your face with his hand, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek. “I love you. I love you so much, there’s no one good enough for you. Least of all me.”

“But I want you,” you whispered, blinking up at him, your heart beating wildly.

Jake let out a shaky breath, leaning his forehead against yours. “There’s no going back if we do this.”

“I think it’s already too late for that anyway.”

He let out a laugh, his hand finding your waist to pull you even closer before he finally tilted his head down to place his lips against yours, kissing you. Letting out a soft sigh, you kissed him back, your arms coming around his neck. When you ran out of air, you pulled away, only ever so slightly, looking at him, searching for any ounce of regret, but there wasn’t any. When your eyes met his, you flushed slightly, giving him a shy smile.

“Don’t go all shy on me now, sweetheart,” Jake chuckled, his thumb drawing circles into your backside.

“Shut up.”

A knock on the window made you look ove, just to see the entire squadron pressed against the glass, hootering and shouting various cheers at you, like they were watching a movie. Bradley even gave you a double thumbs up.

“Jesus Christ,” Jake muttered with a headshake, turning to you.

“This is your fault.”

author's note: hiii! don't forget to comment/reblog if you liked it! love you!!

taglist: @littlebadariell // @labellapeaky // @solacestyles // @shaded-echoes // @sssjuico10 // @lgg5989 // @luckyladycreator2 // @ssaic-jareau // @xoxabs88xox // @averyhotchner // @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 // @tiredqueen73

moots: @gretagerwigsmuse @greenorangevioletgrass @wunderstruck @sunderlust @seasonsbloom @seresinhangmanjake

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin fanfic

2K notes · View notes

whatdoeseverybodywant · 9 days

Text

You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 17

I KNOW I SAID I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT TO WRITE NEXT BUT I WENT BACK AND RE-READ MY FIRST VERSION AND I'M INSPIRED LOL... 🙃

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS

Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤

All OC Characters belong to me

Series Masterlist

taglist: @christinabae @southerngirl41 @reci1996 @jeyusos-girl @jeyusosgirl

@melaninsugababy @bemybabiibish @jstarr86 @baconeggndcheez @nbanenefrmdao

@purplehairgawdess @theninthwonder @arination99 @m3llowww @alyyaanna

@harmshake @jeysbae @empressdede @badbitchcentralinc @bluesole16

@leaderofthebadbitchbrigade @bonni-98 @raya-hunter01 @abadbitchblogs

5 months later...

July 16th 2021

Airielle glared over at where Josh was standing talking to the rookie that just got called up from NXT. Y’all are not together anymore. He can talk to who he wants, she thought. She looked over at Trinity when she sat down. Airielle rolled her eyes at the smirk on Trin’s face.

“What Trin?” She said with more attitude than necessary. She had to real reason to be upset though. She had broken up with Josh and he was allowed to date freely now. Just thinking about him dating someone else had her left eye twitching.

“Damn girl. I’m sorry.” Trin laughed and looked over to where Airielle was glaring at. “I’m still so confused. Not even five months ago, y’all were happy as hell.”

“Yeah well,” she shrugged. “Things change” Was all she said as she looked back over in Josh’s direction. She arched an eyebrow at him when they made eye contact and scoffed when he smirked and winked at her. He said one last thing to the rookie before making his way over to where Airielle and Trin were sitting.

“Sup Trin. He said as he sat down. “Airielle.” Airielle rolled her eyes and grabbed her purse, pretending to look for something. Trinity rolled her eyes, tired of the two of them already,

“Anyway. Samantha wants to have a girls night tonight, you in?” She asked Airielle.

“I can’t. I have a date tonight.” Airielle said, looking at Josh out of the corner of her eye.

“What? With who?” Josh asked, turning his attention to Airielle. He clenched his jaw when she smirked over at him.

“Why, Jealous?” She asked, chuckling when he glared at her. “I have to go film my Total Divas introduction. I’ll catch up with you later.” She said to Trinity as she stood up from the table and walked away.

“It’s been five months, what the hell happened between y’all. Y’all were so in love.”

“Still am,” Josh said as he turned his head in the direction Airielle had gone off to.

AIRIELLEJONES

liked by trinity_fatu, jonathanfatu and 200,000 others

AirielleJones: 🧡🧡

view all comments

trinity_fatu: orange is your color bestie (❤️ by author)

loveyara: cute 😊

“Why you aint tell me you could bowl like that?” Airielle shrugged and let out a laugh as Raymond pushed her a little. “Girl you hustled me out of fifty dollars.”

“Why you ain’t tell me you sucked at bowling?” She teased back. “I ain’t never seen so many gutter balls in my life.” She said as they walked off the elevator of the hotel and started walking towards her floor.

“Well shit. Aint nobody tell you so look so good tonight.” Raymond said as he checked out Airielle. She rolled her eyes playfully then froze at the sight of Josh leaning against the wall next to her room door, he had his head turned and was staring straight at them.

She watched as he narrowed his eyes once they fell on Airielle and Raymond linked hands.

“What are you doin’?” He asked her confused, eyes still trained on their hands. Airielle sighed and let go of Raymond's hand and folded her arms over her chest.

“What are you doing out here?”

“What are you doing?” He asked again, ignoring her question. Raymond looked between the two of them.

“Imma just go.” He said, scoffing when Airielle wouldn’t break her staring contest with Josh.

“You said we was moving too fast and you needed time to heal yourself.” He pointed in the direction Raymond had gone off to. “Going on a date with another man ain’t healing yourself Airielle.”

Airielle sighed and unlocked her hotel door with the key card and held the door open for Josh to enter.

“So what you was gon fuck him tonight then text me telling me how much you miss me?” Airielle scoffed as she sat on the bed to take her heels off.

“First off, it wasn’t actually a date other people were there too and I do miss you Josh.” Josh let out a sigh and crossed the room, crouching down in front of her so they were eye to eye with each other.

“So what are we doing then?” Airielle shrugged and let out a groan, throwing herself back on the bed, covering her face with her hands. “You was there for me when I was going through all the shit with Tracy, why won't you let me be there for you now?” Josh sighed when he heard Airielle sniffle. He grabbed one of her arms and pulled her back into a seated position.

“I can’t do this right now.” She whispered, tears sliding down her face. “I love you, I really do but.” She sighed “You have to give me time.. I want to be the best version of myself for you.”

“Fine.” Josh nodded, giving her a kiss on her forehead before standing up and walking towards the door. He opened it and turned back around. “Don’t let me catch you with homeboy again Airielle.” He blew her a kiss before walking out of the room.

soooo.... how we feeling about this chapter?

I tried to just make chapter 16 the last chapter, but I just love this couple so much lol.

65 notes · View notes

the-californicationist · 2 months

Text

Good Fences (Fluffuary #27)

FEB27: Reader Request - John Meets Your Friends

For the lovely @gemmahale!! Love you, bestie!

“And he proposed in front of the painting?” Georgia gasped, taking another long sip of her gin and tonic.

She was holding your hand up to her face, inspecting the pearl. Her fiery red curls bounced when she talked, and her bright red lipstick matched it almost perfectly. Georgia always sparkled. She was brash and loud and unafraid to use it.

“Girl. This is nice.”

“Thank you,” you blushed, sipping your margarita.

“So, what’s he like? I’m upset we haven’t met him yet,” asked Carrie, nursing her own margarita. Hers, though, was the size of a fishbowl.

“I think he said he’d be here at ten thirty,” you checked your phone. It was ten forty-five, no calls, no texts.

The wedding was in two weeks, and you were out with your friends. His buddies were in town, as you’d just gotten home from visiting his family overseas. You didn’t really want a true bachelorette party; male strippers and dick necklaces were great and all, but it just wasn’t your scene. You were happy to be grabbing drinks with the girls. You’d known Carrie and Georgia since grade school, and Cana since college, so it was nice that they all got along.

“Okay! I’m back,” Cana came over to the table with a server’s tray as if she worked there, “One for you, one for you, one for me, and… two for our beautiful bride!”

Tequila shots. You were going to have a headache tomorrow, but you downed them anyway, chasing it with plenty of salt and lime.

“Whoo!” Carrie screamed.

“Okay,” Georgia’s face puckered, “I am definitely not young enough for that anymore.”

“Enough of all this,” Carrie interrupted, “What’s he like? We gotta know.”

Then, as if she had summoned him, John walked through the door. He was dressed up, but in a lowkey sort of way. When he turned to you and waved, you heard Georgia gasp,

“Holy fuck, he’s enormous.”

“He looks like he could throw a car. What the hell, babe? Are you for real?” Carrie asked, staring rudely, her mouth agape.

“Cute though, huh?” Cana sipped her drink until the straw made empty gurgling sounds.

All your friends nodded dumbly in unison. You giggled,

“Stop! He’s coming over here.”

You watched him approach, his huge body moving gracefully despite its size, edging through the crowd. When he arrived at your table, he pulled you into a deep but brief kiss, keeping it subtle, but adding just enough sexual energy to it to excite your friends into a froth.

“My, my, my,” John purred as he studied the empty glasses on your table, “You ladies look like you’re having fun tonight. Hi, I’m John.”

Everyone went around with their names and handshakes, and Cana piped up, having met him already,

“Sit, sit! They need to hear all about you.”

You watched John make himself comfortable at the table, and the server brought over a tray of four beers.

You stared at him confused, and he chuckled,

“Sorry, love. Hope it’s okay that I brought my mates with me.”

You looked over his shoulder and saw Kyle, Simon, and Johnny making their way over.

“Cap’n! You didnae tell us all of your missus’ mates would be so damn bonnie,” Johnny crooned, sidling up to Georgia and audaciously kissing her hand.

Simon sat down next to Carrie and put his long arm around the back of her chair, rolling his eyes at his sergeant,

“Sure they have finer prospects than you, MacTavish.”

Gaz and Cana, who had made a strong connection at her graduation bash, shared a sneaky kiss together and you watched her make a signal for him to follow her to the bathroom.

You looked at your friends’ faces, full of shock and awe and thought to yourself: It’s gonna be a long night.

AO3 LINK

84 notes · View notes

lavbloom · 23 days

Text

spilled ink

sakusa kiyoomi x reader

you've spent the past few months mentally preparing to get the tattoo that means so much to you, conquering your intense fear of needles, and thankfully it'll be your bubbly bestie shouyo giving you this tattoo . . . right?

18+ (seriously please), banter city, grumpy-but-blushing kiyoomi & disaster-sunshine reader, fluff and semi hurt/comfort, mentions of needles/fear of them, allusions to sex (smut in later chapters)

a/n: so that sakusa x reader post i made over a year ago . . . not 3.5k. more than that. definitely more. anyway, here is chapter one of three ish??? much love, lav 💜💜

You catch the slight tremor in your hand once it’s on the door handle and give it a firm shake, as though you can wiggle the nerves right out of your body. This is fine, you force yourself to think as you push open the shop door. Everything is going exactly as planned. You’re on time for the appointment, Alisa is going to pick you up afterwards to get takeout and fall asleep watching movies on her couch, and Shouyo is going to be as kind and supportive as ever.

You can do this.

Inside, Black Jackal Tattoo & Piercing is quieter than the busy street outside, and the bustle of the sidewalk is swept away as the door closes behind you. The only sound is the click of a keyboard, the squeak of your shoes on the tiled floor, and a distant shrill sound that comes and goes as you make your way to the desk.

A head of ginger hair shoots up from behind the desk, fluffy like a dandelion head, and you manage some small relief when Shouyo grins at you from where he’s abandoned whatever paperwork he was typing up on the shop’s computer.

“You’re here!” He comes rushing out from behind the desk to hug you - Shouyo Hinata has always been, for better or worse, a hugger - and you let him bounce around you for a moment while he does his eager-puppy routine. “Alisa said you were so nervous you almost puked last night, so I didn’t know if you’d show!”

“Of course I was gonna show,” you say with a wobbly laugh, fighting down the urge to actually puke all over Shouyo’s shoes. “You went through all the trouble of getting me a slot between your appointments, it’s the least I could do.”

“Yeah,” Shouyo says, bright smile suddenly dimming and hand scratching the back of his neck. “For sure.” There’s a long pause while he watches you watch him, and you can already feel that bile rising -

“I can’t, um, actually do your appointment.”

“What the hell, dude?!”

“Ow!” Shouyo grimaces, rubbing his shoulder, but you think he’s just being dramatic - you didn’t whack him that hard. “Rude! It wasn’t my idea, okay, but Atsumu called in sick -”

“Naturally.”

“- and I’m the only one whose slots will cover his afternoon appointment. It’s, like, this super big addition to some guy’s sleeve, and everyone else has appointments by four. It’s an emergency!”

You sigh through your nose, arms crossed tight over your chest as Shouyo pleads for you to understand. The tremble has returned to your hands, you notice, and you hope keeping them pressed under your arms hides the worst of it.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I really thought I could help -”

“Sho, it’s fine, I’ll just - I’ll come back another day.”

“I mean, you can still do it. I actually, um, wouldn’t recommend skipping the appointment now,” he adds, mouth twisting in thought, “Sakusa would be pissed. He kinda hates having people make last minute cancellations like that.”

The name has you grimacing, and Shouyo definitely catches the recognition in your eyes, if his wince is anything to go by. A mental image of dark, piercing eyes and a permanent scowl flash through your head, and you let out a quiet sigh.

Shouyo continues, “He’s, like, a total stickler for a schedule - not like Kita, but also not somebody you wanna piss off.”

“So . . . you’re saying I still have an appointment?”

“Yeah!”

“With a total stranger? Who’s an asshole?”

“Well, I mean . . . kind of?” Shouyo scrunches his face up, considering, and then nods again. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“And why would I want to not only not have my friend with me,” you say, making Shouyo whine another apology, “but switch to having some random asshole coworker of his stab tiny needles into me instead?”

“Y/N -”

“Because,” a low voice from the corner of the room says, “he isn’t some random asshole coworker of Hinata’s, but a competent and professional asshole coworker?”

The voice sends a chill down your spine that has nothing to do with the shop’s impressively strong air conditioning. You know you’re going to have to turn around now, but your feet seem to move in slow motion, heart hammering as your eyes meet a dark glare from across the room.

Sakusa, a.k.a. Shouyo’s competent and professional asshole coworker, is immediately too tall and too grouchy to be anything but intimidating. You can’t even gauge how tall he might be from across the room because you’re too busy trying not to stare directly into that deeply-etched frown, his brow furrowed so intently that you think the muscles might just freeze in that spot forever. He’s got his arms crossed, too, but you’re not sure what reason he has to be that guarded; after all, you’ll be the one being stabbed.

You’ve at least confirmed why the name Sakusa sounded so familiar: this is the same Sakusa you met when Shouyo was first brought on at Black Jackal, stiff and frowning back then, too. You remember the glare he sent you and Shouyo from above his black face mask, hovering by the door of his little studio room, itching to dart back inside and close the door behind him.

You also remember the delicate curl of the ivy on his shoulder, revealed by his sleeveless black shirt, trailing down the lightly freckled skin of his bicep. You remember the tilt of his head as he studied you up and down, the slight pinch of his brow as he crossed his arms, the feeling of his stare on the back of your head as you said hello to Atsumu and Bokuto. You remember the lingering coldness as he closed his studio door, like a chill wind sweeping through the hallway in his wake, something elemental about his presence.

Shit.

“I take it this is your friend,” Sakusa says, nodding in your direction as he turns back to Shouyo, like you’re not even in the room anymore - this just gets better and better. The idea of putting yourself in this guy’s hands for the next forty five minutes is making your insides twist around on themselves, and you can’t tell if it’s from anxiety or the prospect of being alone in his studio, as Alisa would probably say with a silly wink. “I thought you meant Yachi.”

“No, Yachi’s not - I mean, she wouldn’t really get a tattoo. This is Y/N.” Shouyo explains, although Sakusa’s face remains impassive. “I mean, I know this is last minute -”

“It’s fine.”

Clearly, it’s not. He’s glowering as though you’ve done him a personal slight by scheduling yourself on the day that Miya got sick; he’s got his hands shoved into the pockets of his black cargo pants now as he shifts off of the wall, but you’re sure they’re clenched.

“Seriously, Hinata,” Sakusa continues, lifting one shoulder in a deeply disgruntled shrug. “I don’t care. Just wish Miya had thought to get his fucking flu shot when I told him to, idiot.”

“Yeah,” Shouyo tries for a laugh, but he’s never been much of a liar. “Anyway, Y/N’s pretty nervous, so maybe they can just come back another day? I thought -”

“I looked at your design,” Sakusa interrupts, gaze locking with yours again. It’s intense, holding you in place while he speaks. “It’ll only take about thirty minutes, if that. Do you seriously need Hinata to do it? Because if you’re just going to cancel, I could’ve come in when I was supposed to.”

You press your lips together, trying to fish for a way to get out of this appointment - and trying to figure out if you even want to. Your stomach is still churning with nerves, that’s for sure, but the way Sakusa is watching you, pinning you in place with just his gaze as you scramble for an answer, is something you had only let yourself think about the night after you’d met him, assuming you’d hardly see Shouyo’s distant and rude coworker again.

“I . . .”

“Y/N, you can cancel.” Shouyo is also a bad whisperer - subtlety in general was never his strong suit. But he’s giving you a way out, probably having to deal with Sakusa after your hasty retreat, so you only feel a rush of gratitude as he offers you a smile. “It’s no big deal, no matter what this grinch has to say about it.” He hooks a thumb in his coworker’s direction, still giving you that knowing smile.

Sakusa sputters for a moment, the most human thing you’ve ever seen him do. “I’m not - Hinata, shut up.”

You can’t help it - you snort. There’s something about indignance on Sakusa’s face that is too funny not to get to you, and you only laugh more when he shoots you a sharp glare. He’s intimidating, sure, but if Shouyo can get under his skin, then he’s more than fallible.

You take a deep breath, sighing through your nose as you shrug. “It’s fine. I wouldn’t want to have wasted anyone’s time.”

Your gaze tilts to Sakusa, whose frown has finally smoothed into something resembling cordiality. “Is now okay to start? I wanna get this over with.”

Black Jackal is an odd maze of little hallways and dead ends, and you shuffle just behind Sakusa, trailing after him like a kid scared of getting lost in a mall.

“You know,” he says over his shoulder once you reach the back of the shop. “Tattoos are usually optional.”

“Yeah? And?”

“Well, you keep talking about this one like you don’t have a choice in the matter.”

The door of his studio is plain, save for a small sign that reads his name - Sakusa Kiyoomi, you read - and a little frowny face etched into the wood.

“Is that the kind of artistry I should be expecting?” You ask, reaching past him to tap on the carving, and Sakusa rolls his eyes.

“Fuckin’ Miya,” he mutters, and you nod in understanding.

“Ruffians,” you say, nodding sagely. “They’ll graffiti anything nowadays, nothing is safe.”

You think you see the ghost of a smile on his mouth as Sakusa lets you inside, following and closing the door behind both of you.

The inside isn’t nearly as plain as you’d suspected. The walls, a cool dove gray, are papered over with designs and photos, magazine spreads carefully tacked up alongside rough sketches and inked canvas, everything with its own place in the sprawling inspiration board that seems to be Sakusa’s studio. His supply cart is neat but plentiful, coloured ink shining under soft lights in a rainbow of options, and there’s a half finished takeout coffee and bagel on the small desk in the corner, clearly his effort at breakfast while he set up for the day.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Sakusa says from behind you, and you turn on your heel to face him. He’s got his arms crossed - again, oh my god - and even through his dark green pullover, his shoulders look ridiculously touchable. Meant to be grabbed, really, used as an anchor to pull yourself up and -

“Why are you acting like you’re being forced to get this tattoo?” His face scrunches slightly in displeasure. “You didn’t lose a bet or anything like that, right?”

“No!” You feel your face heat up, thinking about the insinuations, and remembering that he’s seen the design. You can’t help but let your gaze lower, dropping to rest on his shiny black docs. “It’s not like that at all. I just . . . I’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time, and Shoyou went through all the trouble to help me design it, but I . . .”

And here it comes, the lamest, most pathetic part of this whole ordeal. You swallow the nerves bundled in the back of your throat, clearing the way for your confession. It comes out quiet and sharp.

“I’m just really fucking scared of needles, alright? They freak me out, and this is a thousand of them going into me over a long period of time, and - and it’s freaky and fucked up, okay?”

You’re expecting Sakusa’s coldness, a scoff or an eye roll - hell, given his attitude so far, even a request not to waste his time. What you aren’t expecting is the undignified snort he lets out.

His mouth is pressed tight when your eyes dart back up to his face, like he’s holding in another little laugh, and his brows are raised, a little disbelieving.

“Don’t laugh at me, god!”

“I’m not.” Sakusa’s frown is morphing slowly into something resembling a smile, which rests in the apples of his cheeks more than his mouth, lifting his face until the gloom that hovered over him is evaporating. “It’s just that that’s so normal, and you’re so embarrassed . . . you really don’t have to be.” He snorts again, and you scowl. “No wonder you’re friends with Hinata, you’re just as fuckin’ dramatic.”

“Shut up,” you snap, but Sakusa’s halfway-smile is warming the chill in the studio too well for you to be annoyed. You find your shoulders relaxing a bit as he moves to his desk, taking a sip of his coffee while he rifles through some papers stacked neatly between binders. You take a seat on the rolling stool he nods to, waiting next to the desk for him to find what he needs; you try not to notice how he looms above you, but it’s difficult when you have a front-row seat to his broad hands shuffling around his papers.

“A lot of people get scared, especially once they actually get here and see the machine and everything,” he shrugs, handing you a few of the papers. Consent forms and the like, you realize as you scan the top one. Sakusa has a pen held out for you before you can even ask. “It’s not weird. I mean, you’re letting some random asshole stab tiny needles into you, right?”

You can’t help the cringe that passes over your face, and though he doesn’t laugh again, you can see the teasing glimmering in his eyes. “Sorry about . . . that.”

“It’s fine, I’ve been called worse.” He drums his fingertips on the desk, and the nervousness of the gesture warms you even further. The studio is thawing like a fresh spring day after a storm, and you find yourself breathing a bit deeper as you slowly fill out the paperwork. “Meian sometimes warns people ahead of time that I’m a bit blunt.”

“Blunt?” You echo him without meaning to, distracted by the process of the paperwork and easing ever so slightly under his teasing.

“Okay, he warns people that I’m a dick,” Sakusa says, and the rueful note in his voice catches your attention and draws you away from the form in your hand. “No filter, or whatever.”

“Oh, come on,” you say, tapping the pen on your thigh, squinting at him in your own turn of disbelief. “You’ve gotta know how scary you are when you walk around all mean and grouchy like that. You’re, like, seven foot fourteen and dressed like a bouncer at a goth rave, you can’t also be an asshole, you’re intimidating enough as it is!”

You really need to learn when to keep your mouth shut, you think, because Sakusa’s face drops, brow suddenly knitted tight again as he stares you down, and you’re reminded of how right you are about how intimidating he is when he glares like that.

“Do I really dress like I’m at a goth rave?”

“. . . what?”

“Do I,” he repeats slowly, “dress like I’m at a goth rave?”

And then you see it: the smallest twitch of his cheek, and your horror turns to annoyance in two seconds flat. “Maybe you do.”

“Hm. Seems a bit uncalled for.”

“Seems like you just proved my point exactly, actually,” you shoot back, holding out the paperwork for him to take. “And I didn’t say you were at a goth rave, I said you dress like a bouncer at one. You know, like you’re there to be all serious and break up fights and shit.”

“You’ve got a lot of experience with goth raves?” Sakusa asks as he files the paperwork away in a drawer and reaches across the desk to get a pump of hand sanitizer. The sterile smell permeates the small space, and you feel your insides twist, hands clutching the seat of the stool tight.

“No, I just -” you pause, searching for the words while trying not to throw up in Sakusa’s studio. He might be warming up now, but you doubt he’d love that. “I don’t know.” You made me nervous doesn’t feel like a great explanation, not with the next thirty minutes of being in his personal space about to begin.

He studies you for a long moment before jerking his chin, motioning for you to stand. “First, you’re going to sit there -” he points to the soft, leather chair that takes up so much space in the little studio, “and you’re also going to calm down for a minute, because I will cancel this appointment for you if you get sick in here.”

“Knew it,” you mumble, mostly to yourself, as you pull yourself up onto the table, the material soft and smooth beneath your bare thighs. Your legs swing off of it and you feel so exposed, though you haven’t changed your position much; you press your thighs together anyway, keeping your hands in your lap as though to cover up.

“Knew what?” Sakusa is rummaging around in his desk drawer again, and you move your gaze to the designs on the far wall. It’s a delicate series of ocean waves and marine life, and the broad expanse of coral reef you’re looking at is a bit better than looking at any of the equipment.

“Knew you’d hate puke,” you say lightly, trying for nonchalance and managing only to sound like you’re being strangled from the inside out. “You have the vibe.”

“Are there people who like it?”

“I mean, everyone’s got their own thing -”

“No, stop. No talking about that in here.”

You clamp your mouth shut, and don’t move a muscle until you feel something fuzzy on the back of your hand. When you look down, startled, a palm-sized ferret plush is sitting next to your hand on the table.

“What the fuck is that?”

Sakusa is glaring when you look back up at him, but there’s no real venom to it, so you only notice how the scowl makes his eyelashes stand out more, soft and shadowed beneath his pinched brow. Well, fuck.

“I’m not the best at - at being . . .”

“Nice?” You supply helpfully.

“. . . Comforting.” He purses his lips, and you try not to pay too much attention to them. “Bokuto got him for me to use when I started, so that he can make people feel better when I . . . don’t.”

“A ferret?” You ask, prying your fingers from the hem of your skirt to pick the critter up, holding him carefully in your lap.

“A weasel, actually,” Sakusa says, still scowling. “His name is Itachi.”

“Why does his tag say Omi-Omi, then?” You ask, pinching the fabric between your fingers and squinting at the messy handwriting.

“Because Atsumu fucking sucks.”

It surprises a laugh out of you, though a bit shaky, and Sakusa’s scowl eases back into that glimmering, knowing look, not quite a smile but on its way there. You press the weasel against your stomach, hoping to relax the knots it’s tied itself into, and look to Sakusa for direction.

“So, before we do anything - you’re absolutely sure you aren’t gonna throw up?”

“Promise.”

“Good,” and you try so hard not to notice how nice that sounds in Sakusa’s low, quiet voice. God, what is wrong with you? At this point you’re sure Alisa will see right through you when she comes to pick you up and finds you this . . . unsettled. You squish Itachi a bit tighter to ground yourself. “Then I’m going to ask you where you want this thing.” He holds up a piece of paper, Shoyou’s design splashed across it.

You tap your inner bicep, just above your elbow, and this time Sakusa manages a lopsided smile.

“Did you do your research for the least intense places to get one?”

Face burning, you give him an embarrassed nod, though you can’t tell if the problem is him catching you out so easily or the appearance of the very first smile you’ve ever seen Sakusa Kiyoomi wear.

“I like to be prepared,” you add with a huff, and he only seems to fight off another smile while tugging on a pair of black nitrile gloves.

“I’m sure you do.” And why the fuck does that line make your face even warmer? “Here - is it alright if I touch you?”

The gloves are smooth and impersonal as he guides your arm out, positioning it at a good clear angle to work on, and the disinfectant he sprays on the spot is cold enough to make you jump.

“Sorry,” he mutters, and you try to shrug it off without moving your arm too much. Your stomach is starting to feel wobbly again, and it gives a sudden lurch when Sakusa tugs his work trolley closer to him and pins Shoyou’s design to the side of it for reference, his fingertips starting to skim over the spread of inks available.

“You’re shaking, by the way,” he says, selecting a jet black ink that you can’t tell the difference from the others, rolling the glass between his fingers as he looks up at you from his seat. “You promised you wouldn’t throw up.”

“And I’m keeping my promise,” you grit out, nearly strangling Itachi in your iron grasp. “I’m not gonna throw up.”

“Even if I believed that - which I don’t know that I do,” you manage a scowl, though it’s aimed at the floor, “- I can’t exactly do my job on someone who’s shaking like a leaf.”

“I’m not,” you argue.

Sakusa slowly lifts your hand, and you both watch a shiver run through it. His hand is warm even through the glove, his grip soft on your inner wrist. Your face pinches in defeat and Sakusa just lets out a small sigh through his nose.

“Look, I don’t really do these kinds of appointments.”

“These kinds?” You echo, tilting your head in confusion, before you slowly nod. “Right, you’re part of the back of house escort service, I forgot. Would it be better if I undressed a little? Make you more comfortable?”

The baby pink flush this gives Sakusa is so stark of a change that it startles you, and you think the joke was worth your own burning embarrassment at making it. He clears his throat, brow furrowed, but you can clearly see the blush that warms his cheeks, and the uncertain twitch of his mouth, like his brain can’t decide whether to smile or frown.

“If you’re done interrupting me,” he says, “I meant nervous clients. Meian knows not to bother booking them with me, because it’s - well, it hasn’t gone that well in the past.”

And you already know this. Shouyo has explained his coworker’s early mishaps while starting at Black Jackal, including the delightful incident where someone did puke in Sakusa’s studio and he had to send them off to Bokuto while he cleaned it top to bottom. His reputation is exactly why Shouyo’s news sent you into a panic: his image in your mind was a looming, scowling asshole who barely spoke two words to you at every visit you’d ever paid your best friend at work (which was too many to count, thanks to Shouyo’s insistence on forgetting things at home.)

“I’ve heard,” is all you say, and Sakusa’s lips purse. He probably knows exactly what you’ve heard.

“I don’t know how to . . . make people calm down.” He releases your hand and it drops back down to the worn leather; the absence of his touch is cold, and you miss it immediately. “And I’m guessing me just telling you not to freak out hasn’t been helping?”

“How did you know?” You ask, voice flattened by the weight of your sarcasm. Sakusa manages another of his ghost smiles, but it fades from his eyes as he takes you in again. From the way he’s watching you, you must look as terrible as you feel right now.

“Look,” you start, steadying yourself with a small, uneven breath. “I want this tattoo, you don’t want to cancel this appointment, so it seems like the best thing is for us to just - just commit to the bit, you know? So just distract me and it’ll be fine.”

“Distract you?” This suggestion seems to strike Sakusa like an electric charge, jolting him into another startling blush, brow furrowed in frustration. “With what?”

You swallow a nervous laugh, eyeing his panic like a house cat eyes their pretend prey, and say, “You could take your shirt off or something,” because you’ve completely lost your mind and you want to draw that blush out of him as much as you can. It might be the only distraction you need.

Sakusa’s face goes bubblegum pink, from his forehead to his - remarkably sharp and pretty - jawline, and something about it makes his eyes even more piercing. He just stares at you as you cackle, your nerves making the laughter bubble up in your stomach like a shaken bottle of sparkling wine.

“I’m kidding, I swear,” you laugh, face warm and insides fizzing with a wild cocktail of anxiety and helpless endearment. “You can just, you know, talk at me or something. That’s usually how I get through shots and stuff.”

“Oh? This is a recurring issue?” Sakusa is still a little pink as he reaches for his supplies, but reaches out a gloved hand and gently turns your head to face the opposite wall when you look over. “Don’t look, idiot, just stare at the art or something.”

“Okay,” you nod, a bit breathless even when he finally releases your jaw. You train your gaze on the wave designs you noticed earlier, the detailed strokes a good visual distraction. “Yeah, I don’t like needles, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Sakusa echoes, voice flat. You’re trying to picture his expression, and when you chance a glance you see you nailed it: the scowl and single quirked eyebrow combo he’s used three different times on you today.

“Yeah, obviously. I know it’s not uncommon, but it’s still, like, embarrassing, you know?” Your fingers twist into Itachi the Weasel’s soft fur. “It’s like a little kid phobia.”

Sakusa just hums, barely audible, as he wipes a cold towelette across your inner arm, and you suppress a shiver.

“It’s not that embarrassing,” he says finally, though his words are a bit distant, out of focus, as he concentrates on whatever he’s rifling around with on his cart of supplies. They clink gently as he works, the only sound in the room aside from his quiet murmurs. “You’re doing pretty well. I appreciate that you still haven’t puked.”

“And I’m not going to,” you insist, pulling a quiet laugh from him.

“I would hope not.” His gloved hands are back on your arm, repositioning you slightly and then tracing something cool and soft along the skin. When you look down, he’s outlining the design; his movements are so delicate it’s as if he’s pushed all the concentration in his body to his hand. “Not when I’m being so nice, anyway. Now,” he reaches up with his free hand, tilts your chin up and guides your gaze back to the wall of art, “stop looking.”

You laugh, your stomach fluttering. “But what if you do it bad? I need to see the tracing!”

When Sakusa’s hand stills for a long moment and he goes quiet, you risk a look back down and see him glaring up at you, though his mouth is twisting away from a smile.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard,” he says quietly, leaning ever so slightly closer to you, coaxing you to lean forward and meet him, “but I’m really fucking good at what I do.”

And you don’t mean to say it, you really don’t, but the muttered, “Oh, I bet you are,” just slips out. Sakusa really walked into it, if you think about it.

And he responds with another deep pink blush, giving a slight cough as he leans back, eyes now glued to your arm as he reaches to continue the design. He nudges your chin up again with his knuckles before he gets back to work.

The studio is quiet after that, the pair of you letting the tension brew as Sakusa finishes the small tracing and starts sifting through his supplies again.

“Okay,” he breaks the silence, and there’s a note of concern that wasn’t in his voice before. “I’m going to get started now, but I think you should take a second to breathe. If you start hyperventilating,” he adds sternly, “I will not do this tattoo.”

“I won’t hyperventilate,” you assure him, sounding much more confident than your shaky lungs feel.

“You’ll be fine,” Sakusa concludes, and he seems to realize how much of a non-comfort this is, because he knocks his elbow against Itachi, where he’s pressed to your stomach. “Remember to squeeze the living shit out of him, alright? He won’t mind - I think.”

It’s only when that gets a smile out of you that Sakusa continues, and your head turns instinctively when he lifts something from the cart.

“Eyes on the wall,” he says without even looking up at you, fiddling with the tattoo gun in his hands. You obey, eyes shooting back to the wave designs, trying to trace the patterns instead of thinking about any impending stabbing. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” and it comes out as more exhale than speech, but you are managing to get your breathing under control.

“I’m going to turn it on now, but -”

The moment the mechanism buzzes to life, you flinch so hard that you almost drop Itachi, and Sakusa gives a little sigh through his nose.

“- I won’t use it yet, because I figured you’d do that.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” you mutter, struggling to put up a teasing glare so he knows you’re joking. Sakusa’s dark eyes are narrowed in thought when you look over at him, averting your eyes from the tattoo gun in his hands.

“Are you done shaking now?” His fingertips graze your inner wrist, glancing down to study your arm like he’s looking for more tremors. “Because I genuinely can’t do this if you’re moving around, you know.”

“I know,” you say, a bit breathless at the contact as Sakusa’s hand travels up to rest on the crook of your elbow, steadying your arm. He’s still not looking at you, but you think he can probably feel your eyes on him. “. . . It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”

“The design is small, so it won’t take too long.” He presses on the skin of your inner bicep, shoulders hunching as he moves to get started. “Just say something if you need to take a break.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “And you say you’re bad with nervous clients.”

A beat of silence, broken by Sakusa clearing his throat. “Just repeating the stuff Bokuto always says.”

You give a sharp gasp when the needle finally touches your skin, the sting sudden and swift, and Sakusa doesn’t look up from where he’s carefully inking your skin when he says, “Yeah, it’s not pleasant.”

“I mean, I figured, but what the hell!” You hiss, face scrunching in displeasure. You suppress a shudder that tries to run through your body as he lifts the needle and then returns it to your skin.

“Eyes on the wall, Y/N,” he says, and your gaze moves before you realize you’re following his direction. When had you looked back down at him? “You don’t wanna watch me stab you.”

“I said I was sorry about that,” you mutter, and Sakusa just exhales the ghost of a laugh as he continues.

It’s not unbearable, the pain small but constant, and you focus on the feeling of Sakusa’s hands on you to distract yourself - whether this is really a good plan has yet to be decided. At least it steadies you, his grip sure as he works, and you wonder for a split second how this would be going with someone like Shouyo. You’ve seen your best friend give tattoos before, but the feeling of his distractible, fluttering hands on your arm seems like miles away from the solid reassurance in Sakusa’s hands. There’s something about his concentration, the small pinch returning to his brow whenever you flicker your gaze to him, and the warmth of his broad hands that has your stomach fluttering while your pounding heart eases slightly.

Maybe this mishap wasn’t the worst possible outcome.

“Nearly halfway,” Sakusa murmurs, and you catch it in surprise just over the buzz of the machine.

“Already?” You’re so focused on the feeling of Sakusa holding you that you didn’t even notice ten minutes flick by.

“Yeah, I told you, a design like this won’t take long.” His hand slides down your arm a bit, holding your inner forearm in place, and his fingers curl around you almost reflexively. You resist the urge to look down as hard as you can, and find yourself outright glaring at the ocean scenes on the opposite wall. “You’re doing really well.”

And now you’re glaring and flushing, the praise going straight to your hammering heart while you fight the warmth in your face and the twist and turn of your insides as you study his work. The brushstrokes of that middle scene, a huge tidal wave in a myriad of blues and grays and teals, are so delicate that it’s hard for you to pick them apart from across the tiny studio, and you think you want to see Sakusa’s hands do something that delicate. It’s only fair, if you can’t look at him as he so carefully and gently marks your arm when you want to chance a glance so badly.

“Nearly there,” he says, unreadable as he lifts the needle from your skin, adjusting your arm’s position slightly. “Need a moment?”

“I -“ You’re not sure if the break is really what you want: your plan was to just get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible, and now your torment is drawing to an end. But your brain is going hazy with Sakusa’s hands on you, and you want to ease into that feeling for a little longer. “. . . Sure, just for a second.”

“How about ten?” You hear him laugh, the sound low and warm. “And you know you can look wherever you want now, right?”

Your gaze darts down to meet his, and you catch the tail end of his smile before it sinks below the surface again, just the remnants of it left glimmering in his eyes.

“You wanna look, or wait until I’m finished?”

And Sakusa huffs out a laugh because he sees that you’re already sneaking a peek at your half-finished tattoo, the skin around it irritated but the inked lines and curls so entrancing that you want to touch them. Sakusa holds your hand back, placing it over Itachi where you had sat him down next to you on the table.

“You like it?” The permanent intensity of his gaze makes the question feel like you’re being interrogated, but you just smile.

“Yeah.” You glance back at the design, studying the parts of it that still need to be filled in. “How much longer, do you think?”

“If we keep going right now, I can probably get you out of here by three,” and you swallow your disappointment. Twenty minutes did not give you a lot of time to crack open more of Sakusa’s shell.

“Alright.”

He gets back to work and the studio falls quiet, save for the steady buzz of the gun and the creak of the table each time you shift your legs around. Sakusa’s silence is so complete that you find your gaze wandering down to him, despite your promises to keep your eyes away from the procedure at hand, and you study the crinkle in his forehead as he focuses, the curl that strays between his eyes. He pauses to brush that curl back into place, and the movement is hypnotizing; you can’t stop watching how smooth his motions are, every one deliberate and careful. When he does so his eyes slide over to meet yours, and you sink so deep into his gaze that you can’t even try and pretend like you weren’t staring.

“Almost done,” he says; his thumb traces the edges of the design, and the smallest sting is left behind on the irritated skin, a mark of his touch. You just nod, your brain moving honey-slow as you watch him.

“You’re doing fine,” he remarks, head cast down as he finishes his work. “Not nervous anymore?”

“No, I am,” you reply, a bit breathless, “but I’m - you’re - it’s not that bad.” The words clatter their way out of you, awkward and uncertain in your mesmerized haze. His hair catches the studio lights and the curls remind you of the brushstrokes in his art, each rivulet of the tidal wave rendered with individual care, smooth and inviting. You clench Itachi a bit tighter, keeping your hand where it is.

Sakusa breathes something like a laugh and a sigh, lifting the needle from your skin for the last time. “Well, good, because you’re done. Told you it wouldn’t take too long.”

He putters about his equipment for a moment, putting things back in their places, and you study his movements as your hand frees Itachi (much to his relief, you’re sure) and reaches for the stinging patch of skin on your inner arm.

“Don’t touch it,” Sakusa warns, barely glancing at you from where he’s slathering on another round of hand sanitizer. “Unless you want it to get infected.”

“No, I’m okay, actually.” Your hand drops into your lap as you wait for him to return, legs swinging with your nerves as he finally meets your eyes.

“You didn’t puke.” Sakusa is giving you that barely-there smile again, and you swear you see the beginnings of a dimple on his right cheek. The urge to run your hands through his curls only grows with this observation, which you really wish it wouldn’t, because talking to him is only getting harder.

“I didn’t.”

“Thank you for that,” he says, pulling on a fresh pair of gloves and motioning for your arm. “Hold your arm out straight for me.”

Warmth creeps up your throat as you do as asked, and Sakusa’s hands are warmer this time when he uses a cotton round to spread a thick layer of ointment onto the design. It shimmers in the light, and you turn your arm slightly to examine his work.

“I’d ask if it looks okay, but it’s a little late for that.”

“Maybe you should’ve let me look, then,” you try to glare up at him as he crowds into your space a bit, gently laying plastic wrap over the area. You can feel the warmth of him this close, and catch a note of his clean, summery scent, like one of those sweet-scented dryer sheets. “So I could tell you before it’s too late.”

“You would’ve freaked out. Besides, it definitely looks okay. I told you, I’m pretty good at this.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you manage to roll your eyes, despite the flips your stomach is doing even as he backs away. He retreats to his desk to shuffle through the contents of a cramped drawer, and you watch the broad line of his shoulders stoop as he bends over the drawer. You feel the need to get ahold of yourself, but it’s a distant concern when your head is this floaty.

“Alright,” and when Sakusa turns back around, folded papers in hand and firm expression fixed on you, you let that concern fizz out entirely, “you’re finished. These are aftercare instructions.” He passes you the papers and waits for you to carefully tuck them into your purse. “Follow them - don’t skip steps or rush the healing process. Understand?”

“Got it,” you salute, warmth fluttering through you at his low tone. “I can follow instructions.”

Sakusa just nods, mouth flattened as you gently slide off the leather seat. “I’m sure you can, so I expect you to. I want to see that healed properly the next time you come to see Hinata.”

“So you’ll actually come say hi, instead of hiding back here?”

He quirks a brow and you squirm under his questioning gaze, embarrassment flooding you. Was that too obvious?

“. . . We’ll see. Depends on if you still want to see me after this.” Usually people don’t. The implication hangs between you both, and you yank it aside like you’re letting in fresh air.

“Well, maybe I do. Is that a problem? Gonna ruin your street cred?”

“I think you’re going to obliterate it, honestly.”

“You don’t sound opposed.” And that’s as much a question as it is a jibe; you stand prone in his little studio, waiting for Sakusa to stack up his many walls once more, back where they stood before you followed him into his sanctuary.

But he just stares back at you, the corner of his lips twitching as his gaze moves from your face to your new tattoo and back again. “Maybe I’m not.”

A knock at the door startles you out of the fuzzy, warm headspace you’ve sunk so deep into, and both of your heads whip to look at Shouyo, whose fluff of ginger hair is peering around the open door as he looks back at you both.

“Are you done already? My client’s just taking a break now, and I wanted to come check in . . .”

Taking a step away from Sakusa - when had you drifted so close to him? - you flash Shouyo a thumbs up and a wane smile. “Totally done! Completely finished!”

“Awesome!”

It’s quiet as you all head back to the front desk so you can pay, Shouyo seemingly oblivious to the tension brewing between every word you direct at him instead of Sakusa. You leave Black Jackal with a new tattoo and the feeling of Sakusa Kiyoomi’s eyes on your back as you step out the door, finding Alisa already waiting for you, leaning against the passenger door of her parked car.

“Hey! Lemme see, I bet it’s so cute . . . what’s wrong with you?” She squints at you, hands still on your arm to see the tattoo, and you shrug.

“Nothing, I’m all good.”

“So you didn’t freak out?” Alisa asks, pulling you along to the car. “No hyperventilating?”

“No,” you shake your head, sliding into the passenger seat. “I . . . I might go back, get another one. I’m not sure yet.”

“Wow.” Alisa gives you a once-over when she gets into the driver’s seat, turning on the ignition but not taking her eyes off of you. You don’t look over to see if she’s suspicious - you already know her too well for that. “It must’ve gone really well.”

“Yeah.” You nod slowly, fingers twisting in your lap. “It did.”

“So Hinata’s actually good at his job?”

“I, um - actually -” You fumble with your words, the last hour crashing through your brain at hyperspeed; there’s no turn of phrase that feels appropriate, not with the bright, too-hot feeling bubbling up inside of you, coaxing a wavering little smile out of you. “Shouyo couldn’t, um, actually he didn’t do it.”

“Oh?” Alisa pauses before pulling onto the road, her acrylics tapping thoughtfully on the steering wheel before she lets out an obnoxious, dramatic gasp. “Oh! Oh my god, wait, who?”

“Shut up,” you say instead of answering, burying your warm face in your hands.

“No way,” she argues, and you feel the car start moving, thank god. Soon you can be embarrassed in peace. “No way, you - it wasn’t Miya, was it? Please tell me it wasn’t.”

“No! No, it wasn’t - it actually was Miya’s fault that Shouyo couldn’t do it, so - I mean, um - it was . . . you know Sakusa?” His name trips off of your tongue, pretty and hushed, and the phantom feel of his hands on your skin makes you shiver.

When you finally look up at Alisa, she’s staring at you in mingled disbelief and delight. “No fucking way.”

“I’ll literally hop out of this moving car, right fucking now.”

“I didn’t say anything! I just - no way. No fucking way.”

“Yeah.” You murmur, head tipped back against the headrest, trying not to picture that almost-smile glimmering in his sharp gaze. “No way.”

#sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu

73 notes · View notes

beautifulblooms · 9 months

Note

Tee hee tee hee!!!! Bestie I have a gift for you!

Hobie x retired Spider-Man!reader (established romance). They are the same age and all but the reader quit his title and went back to being a civilian and one day exposes who he was when saving a kid and was shot by a cop who was in charge of detaining Spider-Man a long time ago. Then Hobie gets a call say reader is in the hospital. What happens to the reader is up to you :>

Too Late to be a Hero - Hobie Brown x Male! Reader

so you said angst for this, and I got to decide what happened to the reader, suffer for that Valeria shit you pulled on me earlier

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Rushing into the hospital, Hobie was damn near frantic after the call he received mere minutes ago about his boyfriend (y/n). He never knew that (y/n) was once Spider-Man like him, hell the man had been surprised when Hobie told him that he was Spider-Man. So to now be running through a hospital, frantically searching for the operating theater with his boyfriend in it after he was shot by a cop, was something Hobie never expected.

Making it outside the operating theater, Hobie demanded he be let in, but the doctors, nurses, and even some of the security guards told him to sit down and wait like everyone else. Begrudgingly so, Hobie sat down outside the operating room with a nervous and worried expression, the only thoughts floating in his mind being how this could have happened, how his boyfriend, seemingly normal and innocent, could’ve ever been Spider-Man before him and was now in surgery because of it.

What Hobie didn’t know was that the reason (y/n) was fighting for his life was due to a near life-long grudge with a police officer who was tasked with catching Spider-Man while (y/n) was still taking on the role of the hero. (y/n) was only trying to save a child from a car that had skipped the red light by shooting a web to bring them back to the sidewalk, not caring that it outed him as his former secondary identity until it was too late and there was already a bullet through his torso.

Now he lay in a medically induced coma with his chest opened and being operated on, his boyfriend nearly sick and crying with worry outside of the operating room praying for the first time in his life to any god or goddess that would listen to him.

After less than an hour of being operated on, one of the doctors stepped out of the operating theatre to address Hobie, her clothes stained with (y/n)’s blood as she took a step closer to the man in front of her.

“Sir, I hate to inform you…he won’t make it…we suggest you say your goodbyes while he’s stable.” Without another word, the doctor went back into the operating theater leaving Hobie in utter shock, this simply couldn’t happen, he had plans with (y/n), he’d made too many sacrifices and given too much to the relationship to lose him now.

With shaky legs and wet cheeks, Hobie walked into the operating room and approached his boyfriend, a simple blue, medical cloth covering the very open cavity of his chest as (y/n) was still under the anesthesia, not awake or aware of his surroundings. Hobie grasped (y/n)’s hand gently and pressed a kiss to the back of it while he brought a hand to his boyfriend’s face to brush his thumb over his cheek, more tears slipping down his own.

“Please don’t leave me love…I can’t do this without you.” Those were the only words he could get out before the heart monitor started to hiccup, (y/n)’s heartbeat becoming increasingly unstable before it flatlined. Letting out a choked sob, Hobie pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead as he still held his hand, refusing to let go despite the doctors and nurses trying to pull him away as he mumbled a million “I love you”’s under his breath. He didn’t know what else to do as he watched the one person he’d ever consider taking a label for himself slip from his grasp, and he couldn’t even fix it

#male reader #male reader fanfic #x male reader #nblm account #mlm account #across the spider verse #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie x reader #hobie brown x male reader #hobie x male reader #hobie brown x reader

190 notes · View notes

romanoffsbish · 1 year

Text

Found Family

Yelena Belova x F!R

WandaNat 🤰🏼❤️

Request: @/modedddd | 3,168 Words

Weddings—What total fucking chaos…

Warnings: Alcohol, Violence, Puking (but like soft ass, nauseating fluff)

"Wanda, are you sure the fitting went well?" You huffed involuntarily as you tried for the umpteenth time to get the zipper to reach the top of her dress, "Maybe it shrunk hon?"

Wanda turned to you with tears in her eyes, you could see a secret settled beneath the surface of her shining viridescent orbs, but her wobbling lip prevented her from offering it up.

"Oh honey," you saw the soft baby bump as her dress now pooled at her hips, "It'll be okay, what's a wedding without a few hiccups?"

——

Wanda smiled instinctually at your offered comfort, the world could be on fire, but you would still find the beauty for her somehow.

"What are we going to do?" Wanda asked in a whisper, and you tightened your hold on her.

"Well, the wedding is in six hours," you looked to your watch, "How about we run to our safe space, then we can magically fix the problem?"

Wanda pulled away from you with a genuine smirk, you always found the best solutions.

"Can I get extra toppings?" Wanda wagered, and you nodded amusedly, "Then it's a deal!"

After Wanda changed back into her comfy loungewear the both of you snuck out of her dressing room, and right on out of the venue.

—

Kate had been excited to be playing such a pivotal part in Wanda and Natasha's special day's events. The excitable girl was skipping around with her bedazzled clipboard, making sure the workers knew where to place the flower arrangements, then she was calling the caterers to triple check on the delivery time for the various plates, and she continued to do such work until she arrived to Wanda's door.

"Hey ladies it's Kate, I'm just checking in to make sure we're staying on time," she called out as she knocked softly, but there wasn't a call back. Kate tried a few more times, and with the continued silence she grew worried, so without further thought she opened the door.

The worry she felt only increased as she found the room empty, she was panicked when she saw Wanda's dress in a heap on the floor, and in that state she called Yelena on FaceTime, offering no privacy as she yelled, "They're gone, we have a runaway bride, and her bestie too."

"WE HAVE A WHAT?" Natasha shrieked, and Yelena muttered underneath her breath, "Pochemu ya?" before throwing back her flute of champagne, and turning her focus to her frazzled older sister. "It will all be okay."

(Why me?)

—

"So, is this a 'oh no she knocked me up' wedding?" You teased your best friend, you cackled as her nose scrunched up in pure offense. "No, and you very well know that!"

"Yeah, but for all the secret keeping on your end I felt it was only fair to tease you babes."

"We didn't expect it to happen so fast," Wanda muffled her admittance over a spoonful of her fro yo, "But with my magic it's apparently a sped up process. I am technically only a week in, but at last weeks scan they said I was three."

You remained unexpectedly silent as you ogled your friends bowl, it was literally towering over the lip of the bowl, and the toppings were what you'd expect to see on a sociopath's bowl.

Who pairs mango boba pearls with chocolate syrup, and pieces of coconut? A menace...

When you took notice of her glare you brought yourself back into the conversation, "Weeks?"

"Months," she groaned as she dropped her gaze to the bump that she could no longer hide, it'd become even larger since you'd left the venue.

"Yeah, I am afraid that makes sense now."

—

Natasha was pacing around her dressing room, there was no way Wanda would have cold feet.

Right? No, she loved her just as much as she did, so why the hell is she nowhere in sight?

"Sestra, calm yourself, I'll find them."

Natasha glared at her sister, "You better."

"Why would they even leave?" Kate questioned, and Yelena swiftly glared in her direction, "Y/N doesn't do things without good reason, she is her maid of honor for a reason Kate Bishop."

Yelena didn't mean to snap, but truthfully she was worried that you hypothetically helping Wanda run meant that the life she wanted with you maybe wasn't the one you wanted with her.

—

"Y/N?" Wanda hesitantly called out to you, she could see the way you were concealing your own panic to keep hers at bay, it didn't work.

"Don't," you pleaded, "We'll be there soon, it's okay, there's no need to panic Wanda, please."

Wanda rested back against the seat, she wasn't going to press you further. It wasn't your fault there was standstill traffic on the highway, how were either of you to know about a nearby basketball game taking place. Had you known you would've stayed off the freeway, especially since the next exit was two miles out, and the wedding was meant to start in two hours.

It wasn't intentional, but the two of you let time get away from you as you giddily roamed the city in search for baby items. Wanda let you peek at the baby's genders in her purse, they (Wanda) wanted a party for that, and there was really no one better to throw it than you. It wasn't until you looked over a receipt that you clocked the time, and rushed to get back.

"I'm sorry," you couldn't keep it in anymore, you were literally the worst maid of honor.

"Hey," the witch reached for your hand over the console, "You are doing everything right, I needed this, they'll understand if we're late."

The sound of a loud noise startled you both, your gazes shifting to the illuminated dash.

My Stinky Girl (Yelena Belova) is calling...

You gulped, then nodded to the witch who was hovering over the green button, "Heyyy..."

"Don't hey me, where the hell are you?" The blonde shrieked, but then she sighed, "Hi..."

"We're on the highway," you meekly answered.

"Why?"

"To get hitched in Vegas, we realized we had the wrong partners," Wanda deadpanned.

"You stay away from my girlfriend Maximoff."

The witch cackled, "Calm your vests Lena."

You could hear your girlfriend inhale, she was two seconds from a freak out. "Yelena, why don't you ask Natasha about the beans?" You instructed the irritated blonde, "We'll wait."

Yelena trusted you, so without questioning you further she turned to her sister instead. With a shy smile the redhead proceeded to spill them.

"Oh my gosh!" Yelena was grinning, you could hear it, your heart swelled at her excitement, "Detka, we're going to be such cool aunties!"

"Yeah, we are," you chuckled, sharing a fond look with your best friend as the two of you piggybacked off your lover's excitement, and you envisioned a future where you were more.

"How long until you're back? We can stall."

"I am not sure, it's a twenty minute drive, but the traffic is at a standstill, so probably hours."

"Why don't you just mind warp the people to drive faster Wanda?" Kate asked, and you could hear a slap followed up by a shriek.

"Yelena, be nice!" You reprimanded her, and bit back a laugh when she grumbled curses.

"You know how I feel about stupid solutions."

"Actually," you looked at Wanda, and she nodded, there was no harm done if you got traffic to cease to exist right? "We're doing it."

"Wait!" Yelena shouted, "I have a better idea!"

Wanda looked to you fearfully, and it checked out because not even a moment later were you both upchucking the fro yo onto the ground.

"How was that better Lena?" You looked at your lover who was quickly approaching you, she shrugged, "It seemed like a good idea."

Pietro smirked at you as he held his sisters hair back, "It was so fun, pretending to have super strength as I ran you here to save the day."

"Yeah, your noodle arms could never have done that without my help," Wanda grumbled, shoving her brother away, and nuzzling into her wife to be's arms instead, "Hi lovebug..."

Natasha's cheeks turned crimson, Wanda's delirious muttering of her 'behind closed doors' nickname had her feeling put on the spot, but she also knew she meant no harm, so she softly kissed her temple, "Welcome back detka."

"We have a wedding to get to," Kate reminded everyone, and you looked to Wanda knowingly.

"Go, we've got this," you ushered everyone off, then with a reserved softness you reached for Wanda and worked a smattering of miracles.

—

The ceremony went off without any further hitches, it wasn't until the reception that things got interesting again. You watched with rapt attention as a drunken Pietro approached girl after girl with no luck, it was very amusing.

"What's so funny?" Yelena asked, the deepened rasp in her tone enough to tell you she'd been drinking; Pietro was probably her doing.

"Pietro has no game," you mused, tipping your nearly empty glass in his direction, Yelena burst into laughter once she saw him pouting, "Oh my gosh, he looks like a wounded puppy, how funny." You snorted at your girlfriend's odd sense of humor, "Yeah, his pride is gone."

"Welp, sucks for him," Yelena shrugs, then turns to you with a smug grin, "Care to dance?" Yelena reached her hand out for yours, and you graciously accepted it as she pulled you from the table to the dance floor with the couple.

"You look absolutely gorgeous malysh," Yelena whispered before softly kissing your lips, she swiftly spun you out before you could reply, then she pulled your giggling form right back in, and you smiled at her. "As do you Lena."

The blonde smiled even wider, her cheeks tinting a subtle pink, something you wanted to tease her for, but you knew better than to ruin the sweet moment. After a few songs, where the both of you swayed around in your little bubble of love unbothered, a hand softly tugged you away from your lover. Natasha smiled at you, with her hand extended, and the two of you reluctantly exchanged partners.

"You're my favorite person," the redhead said almost as soon as she had you in her arms, "Natasha, I'm flattered, but I'm with Yelena, at your wedding mind you, have some class."

"Why must you ruin the moment?" She groaned, and you chuckled softly, "I'm your favorite, so really I can do whatever I wish."

"That you can," Natasha conceded, a soft smile overtook both your faces as you danced about.

The conversation between Yelena and Wanda was a smidge different. Yelena held her sister in law protectively as they barely even moved.

"You know, I'm not made of fluff Yelena," the witch teased, and the blonde huffed seriously, "You are carrying my future nieces or nephews, sue me for wanting to keep them safe."

Wanda gripped her by the shoulders, "Cute."

"Wanda Maximoff, I am not cute."

"Romanoff," she quickly corrected, the lovesick smile she wore nearly made your girlfriend gag.

"Now, before the song ends we must discuss important business," Wanda's face was now one of stoicism, "When are you proposing?"

Yelena grunted, "That's a personal question."

"Mhm, you're officially my sister now, and I am patiently waiting for you to make Y/N mine."

Yelena ignored her sister in law for a moment, she found herself staring at you from across the room, no matter the occasion her eyes always drifted to you, it was a reflex at this point. Her sister dipped you backwards, then repeatedly spun you so fast you couldn't stop laughing.

"See," Wanda called her out, following her gaze to be met with the sight of you, the smile the blonde wore was far too soft for Yelena's usual cold appearances, "You need to lock her in."

"She is already locked in," Yelena huffed, but she couldn't help but agree, "But I know, you are right, is that what you wanted to hear?"

Wanda smirked smugly instead of responding, and after a moment of awkward silence she released herself from the blondes strong hold.

"Don't worry Belova, I got your back," she winked as she walked away, then she tapped your shoulder to signal it was time to switch back, you smiled at her, a hand affectionately grazed over her bump, and Yelena found the sight to be a perfect glimpse into the future.

Her perfect little family, one she never thought possible, coming to fruition before her eyes. It nearly brought her to tears thinking about your hand on Wanda's belly as her own on yours.

When you caught the bouquet a few hours later Yelena saw the intentional wisps of red that floated it to your hold. She glared at the witch who wore a content smile, but it faded quickly as you jumped into her unsuspecting arms. Your body shook with excitement, and the blonde held you that much closer when she understood you wanted it all just as bad.

Yelena set you down, and instantly cupped your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss that said more than her words ever could. When she finally pulled away your eyes were glossy, she frowned, but you waved her off, "Happy tears."

She nodded in vague understanding, "Why?"

"Because, even if you are not there yet, I am," you smiled at her while nervously flitting the flowers around, "This bouquet toss helped me feel stronger in my convictions that you're it for me baby, there's no love story greater. So, if and when you're ready, I'll be there to say yes."

"I'm ready," she interrupted your monologue, her tone was neutral, likely due to her nerves, but you saw a smile steadily creeping up.

"I'm more ready!"

Yelena frowned, and you nearly lost your shit when you turned to see Pietro down on one knee with a ring that resembled Wanda's.

"Oh, you poor, drunk fool," you sympathized, and leaned into your girlfriend as he went on.

"I am a good man," he hiccuped softly, his hand flying up to cover his mouth, and to your fortune it was a false alarm, "I can make you the happiest women ever Y/N, will you—."

Yelena was about to attack the man, but in a twist of fate it was Wanda who got him first. The witch lifted him into the air, not a care in the world as he gasped for no apparent reason.

"Give me my ring pridurok, or you'll be sleeping with the sharks in the Atlantic."

(Dipshit)

"Sestra, please, you just had your big day," he whined drunkenly, "Just let me have mine!"

Yelena approached the man, she scooped the ring from his hand, and gently passed it back. Then she nodded to Wanda, and in a show of impressive strength she caught the man by his collar as he fell from the air, and slammed him into a marble pillar, "Ostorozhneye, Pietro, ya znayu, gde ty spish', a ukus vdovy smertelen."

(Careful now Pietro, I know where you sleep, and a widows bite is deadly.)

As soon as her hands left the mans collar he was running for the nearest trash can. Yelena turned to you with a smug grin, she knew you were in a state of shock at her show of power. With her arms wide open you crashed right into her, your embarrassing words being muffled into her suit jacket, "That was hot."

Yelena snorted at your admission, and in a rare moment of PDA she kissed you tenderly. She never denied you her affections, but ones like this kiss were usually reserved for the house. But you reckon she didn't mind tonight since it was just a small group of close friends here.

"YA tebya lyublyu," Yelena confessed for the millionth tome with her forehead pressed up to yours. "Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu vonyayet."

(I love you / I love you too Stink)

"One time Y/N," she groans, "I come home smelling like a sewer one time after a mission and you don't let me move on, I want peace."

"Yeah, and that was one time too many."

"Can we go home now?" Yelena was over the scene, at this point she just wanted to cuddle up to you, with her puppy, Fanny, and your kitty, Gerald, sleeping soundly at your feet.

"Yeah, let me just grab my co—."

Natasha rushed over to you before you could even ask where the fire was, "Her water broke."

Yelena glared at her, "Ne nasha problema."

(Not our problem)

Both women went to grab you, likely to hold you in a standstill, but fortunately the witch with fluctuating hormones had the upper hand as she yanked you towards her, "They can have their petty little fight, while we go have babies."

"Hold on," you pulled the woman over to the bar, and grabbed two shot glasses. "Y/N..."

"Hush," you waved her off, "Close your eyes."

Wanda rolled them first, making sure you saw, but then she complied. "You can open now."

Stood before her were two shot glasses, both with a clear liquid in them, and she smirked. She wasn't sure where you got the droppers from, but in the dimly lit room she couldn't tell what was in them, so when you dropped a bit of blue curaçao into the first one she beamed.

"It's a boy!" You cheered, and you saw Natasha briefly look to you with her eyes alit with joy before she was back to shouting at her sister.

Wanda winced as another contraction hit, and you made quick work of the next shot, you had three droppers for the sake of surprise, and it sure helped to keep Wanda unclear until the next liquid turned a light pink, "It's a girl!"

Wanda smiled at you, it was pained though, you could see how she clutched her stomach, so you rushed around to her to guide her to the car, and as you retreated you shouted back, "Oy! Assholes, come take these shots, then get in the car and take us to the damn hospital!"

Love is beautiful, it might be a chaotic, messy experience, hell, even at times tragic, but even with that chance, it's beautiful nonetheless. It was all you ever wanted, and with this family of found individuals it seems you finally have it. That was never really a question for you honestly, but it was confirmed tonight as you looked into the fresh eyes of your goddaughter.

The brunette's tiny fingers were wrapped tight around your girlfriends, she was cooing softly at the baby in your arms, you felt your heart ache for this sort of future. When your gazes eventually met, and your lover smiled at you softly, with those bright, albeit tired hazel eyes you knew this was forever. You'd done it.

Yelena was your dream come true.

——

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wanda x natasha #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wandanat #yelena belova #yelena belova fanfiction #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova fluff #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova x y/n

248 notes · View notes