#then i will return straight away to help you with your ridiculous problems
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Without you, there is no us
Pairing: KiriBaku x Reader
Warnings: Angst, pregnacy
Word Count: 3300+
A/N: Thank you all so much for the support and love for my work. Much love as always, Tiff <3
Summary: Bakugou is finally home after so many years undercover, the only issue the people he loves the most in the world got together while he was away, and are expecting. Leaving him behind or so he thought.
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Pacing in your kitchen you waited for Kirishima to appear after his shower. So many thoughts were flowing through your head. Why was Kirishima avoiding the topic of Bakugou? He wouldn't even mention his name. For three years Bakugou was undercover in Europe and now he was finally able to come home. Naturally as close as you all were, you offered Bakugou a place in your home with Kirishima. A lot had changed since he was gone, for starters you and Kirishima started dating and now an amazing surprise in the form of twins were on their way. Everything happened so fast, but you couldn't be happier.
Hearing the water stop upstairs you halted and wondered how to approach him with the topic of Bakugou, opting for just going straight for it. He entered the Kitchen with a low Riding pair of sweatpants and his hair slightly dripping with water. It was a very distracting image, one that stirred things inside but now is not the time.
"Kiri, why are you avoiding Bakugou?"
He froze in his spot and looked everywhere except your eyes.
"I'm not babe, don't be ridiculous" he moved to you and kissed your cheek in an attempt to distract you.
"Kiri, you won't talk about him, not even speak to him when he calls and don't even make me mention the whole godfather fiasco, he's going to be living with us Kiri, I need to know if there is going to be a problem" you reach forward and touch his face, forcing his eyes to look at you. He sighs, closing his eyes for a moment.
"I feel guilty-" he eyes leave yours and he pulls away and opts to lean on the countertop behind him.
"-all through high-school, he never stopped talking about you and him having kids, then he left, and you chose me, but I can't help but feel I stole his future from him, it's ridiculous just ignore me." You were shocked by Kirishima's confession not because of why he is dodging Bakugou because he's Kirishima Eijirou the sweetest boy, but because Bakugou had never mentioned this to you, all through high school it was Kirishima this, and Kirishima that.
"You sweet boy, you didn't steal Bakugou's future, he's still a part of our lives and he can be the next best thing godfather but Kiri why didn't you ever tell me this, I'm so confused, Bakugou never gave an inkling." you reached for his hand and held him tight.
"believe me y/n, it was all the time, he was in love with you." you laugh and shake your head and now see confusion in Kirishima’s face.
"Well, that's a first because, he told me in school that you were his first love and will always be, so that boy has some explaining to do." you lean forward and kiss Kirishima, his bright smile returned.
"Wait, Bakugou was in love with me? But he said to me that he was in love with you." Kirishima laughed, throwing his head back.
"He definitely has some explaining to do, and I suppose we do as well." Kirishima’s hands went to your stomach, your babies kicking you hard knowing their father was near.
"What do you mean?" you asked and could see the gears in Kirishima’s head turn and he became anxious.
"Well pebble, this could change things between our group, because either Bakugou was lying to us both which isn't very manly or that boy with his complicated feelings was in love with both of us, which might be hard for him to adjust back to life here together without him." you were stunned, what could this all mean for Bakugou, you were lost when Bakugou left you three but then you and Kirishima found your way to each other.
"What do you think is going to happen"
There was silence, and Kirishima turned from you.
"I think we'd both be lying if we said we never loved Bakugou" your breath caught in your throat, he was right, it was always the elephant in the room that both of you were scared to admit after getting together. You brought your eyes to Kirishima, and he was staring straight back.
"We're both in love with Bakugou," you whispered.
"Yes pebble, but please-" Kirishima reaches for you and holds you in his arms.
"-please don't think that I am abandoning you or our Babies, we made something amazing together and I love you so much, but I love him as well, both equally." you rest your head on Kirishima’s chest, as he rubbed your back.
"I love you both equally as well, I think we're on the same page, but what happens if he won't have us Kiri" you almost whisper the last part.
"Then, we'll still be us to help him find his person, but I don't think he'll reject us" he kisses the top of your head, you giggle and look up at him and smile at him, kissing his lips in return.
"also, can you let me talk to him about it, you know you and your hormones, you'll just cry all over him" Kirishima bopped your nose and you gasped, "I would never" you started to pretend to be hurt by his words, but Kirishima only started to tickle you in return, you laughed and laughed.
"babe....please...st..op.. I'll...pee..my....se..lf"
"Oh shit, sorry I forgot you and your weak bladder." he instantly stopped.
"My bladder is only weak, because of your huge babies I'm growing." you chuckle and bat his arms away.
"That settles it then, I'll go and get our boyfriend from the airport and you stay here" Kirishima kisses the top of your head and goes to grab his keys.
Bakugou as your boyfriend with Kirishima you could hardly believe it. Was this a dream and if it was you never wanted to wake up. Even though you loved Kirishima with all your heart and your life with him couldn't be better, there was always a Bakugou shaped hole, and you could never understand why. Until this moment it all made sense and Kirishima felt the same.
***
Kirishima couldn't contain his excitement once he got in the car, it was hard to believe that you felt the same as him. That finally after these years of it being the three of you throughout school, internships, establishing hero agency's it was officially going to be the three of you and having a family together? Kirishima felt his life was complete.
He arrived at the airport quickly, probably much quicker than he should have as a prohero but thankfully nobody was interested in that moment that he was a prohero, as they themselves were probably excited themselves to see their loved Ones. Kirishima all but abandoned his car and ran through the airport, the anticipation of seeing Bakugou after all these years mixed with the recent discovery that you both had made. Kirishima also felt that deep inside Bakugou would return the feelings and join the relationship but there was always the slight fear that he had moved on.
The flight landing was announced overhead and Kirishima's eyes were locked to the door. Any minute now he'd see Bakugou, and everything will be alright. A hoard of people came through the door, situated at the back, Kirishima could see a crop of blonde hair. Their eyes met and a huge smile broke out across both of their faces.
"BAKUBRO" Kirishima shouted and leaped the barrier, Bakugou dropped his bag and braced himself for Kirishima’s tackle.
"Kirishima," Bakugou said a held onto Kirishima tight.
"It's so good to be home" Bakugou whispered to Kirishima, he could almost feel Bakugou worries leave him. Kirishima pulled away from Bakugou but stayed in his arms, without thinking about it Kirishima kissed Bakugou hard. The blonde froze, not really understanding what was happening. Last he heard you and Kirishima were expecting and were together. Bakugou quickly pulled away not wanting to be the reason the people he loved broke up, even if he was not a part of it.
"What the hell are you doing, Eijiro?" Bakugou shouted at Kirishima. Kirishima froze, he let his emotions spiral without even thinking. Kirishima pulled away and reached for Bakugou’s bag.
"Sorry Kats, I wasn't thinking, come on we'll talk in the car" he gave him a huge grin and walked away leaving Bakugou standing staring after him.
Once they entered the car, Bakugou turned in his seat and stared at Kirishima who was focusing on the traffic around him. The quiet was getting the Bakugou, and he was being too loose his cool. "SPIT IT OUT EIJI, what happened, and what about Y/N, HOW COULD YOU DO IT TO HER.”
Kirishima had just pulled into the driveway, just in time he thought. Bakugou had definitely learned some patience while he was away. He switched off the car and turned in his seat to look at Bakugou who was just staring at him.
“Bakugou, how do you feel about y/n?” He asked,
“what are you talking about Kirishima, you’re my friend and I could ne-.”
“No Bakugou, put that aside, how do you feel about her… romantically.” Bakugou thought for a moment, what could he say in that moment. How could he tell his friend he was in love with his girlfriend, the mother of his children but he also couldn’t lie to Kirishima and his stupid adorable grin.
“I...you… it’s difficult alright Kirishima I can’t just out and say it.”
“Okay then, how do you feel about me?” Kirishima asked again, never leaving Bakugou’s eyes for a moment. Bakugou took a breath and if he was being honest, he was completely in love with both of you but how could that ever work. You were pregnant with Kirishima’s child, in his eyes there was no room for him.
“I can’t say Kirishima, how could I, you’re putting me in the most difficult position.”
“Okay seeing how you will never go out and say it, I will.” Kirishima took a breath.
“I love you Bakugou, and I love y/n.” Kirishima took Bakugou’s hand in his. “And Y/n loves you and me too.” Bakugou’s heart was being torn in two, and Kirishima was not making any sense to him yet.
“Kirishima you’re not making any sense, please” Bakugou was not one to beg but at this moment, he didn’t care.
“WE LOVE YOU KATSUKI, we want you with us, if you’ll have us?” Kirishima gripped Bakugou face staring straight into his eyes, making sure Bakugou understood that he meant every word.
“you…both..love me?” Bakugou sat back in his seat and stared at the house in front of him. You both were in love with him, were his dreams finally coming true and he just sat there saying nothing. After a moment of silence Bakugou looked up at Kirishima, the red head moved in his seat averting his eyes from Bakugou. Bakugou could tell that Kirishima had tears, and Kirishima felt as if it was all over. That this was all over, the fleeting future you and Kirishima had thought of was all gone.
“No, Kirishima wait” Bakugou moved to touch Kirishima, but he still didn't meet his eyes. But Bakugou grabbed his cheeks and forced Kirishima to look at him. He used his thumb to wipe away a stray tear that had fallen, “Shitty hair, you never let me finish…”
“No, Bakugou it’s fine, just forget I said anything.”
“Let me speak dumbass.”
“Bakugou, really leave it, lets just go inside, don’t speak to y/n, I’ll do it”
“DUMBASS, DON’T TELL ME TO FORGET IT, HOW DARE YOU SHITTY HAIR” Bakugou shouted, he gripped Kirishima’s face hard and pulled him towards his lips. Kirishima froze, it was happening, it was actually happening Bakugou was kissing him. He returned the kiss and when the two broke apart, Bakugou brought his hand to Kirishima’s face and looked into his eyes.
“this is a lot okay, in all your excitement you can’t just spring this on me and instantly expect an answer.” Kirishima nodded.
“I..I.. love you both okay, and when I found out you were both together and expecting it broke me a little and… now I found out you both want me apart of this, I couldn’t be happier but-“ Bakugou takes a breathe, “-give me a moment to think and process everything, let me have a shower, some food and see y/n, okay Kiri?” Bakugou whispered the last part and looked into Kirishima’s eyes. The red head nodded and took the keys out of the car.
“No worries bro, you go and see her before she attacks the car and I’ll get your things.” Kirishima tilted his head into the direction of the house. Bakugou looked up and saw you standing at the door holding your hands to your chest, smiling at both of them. Bakugou couldn’t believe it, you looked amazing. You were huge, and Bakugou couldn’t help but be envious that Kirishima got you pregnant first, although you were already pregnant, he couldn’t wait to keep you looking like this for a long time. You waved to him, and a smile broke out across his face. Stepping out of the car, he made his way quickly to you, you all but fell into his arms. Tears are already falling from your eyes.
“Katsuki, Hi, omg you’re okay, you’re actually okay” you say over and over again.
“I’m here, and okay but damn look at you.” Bakugou held you out of his arms to look at you closer. You rubbed your hand over your stomach and reached for Bakugou’s to let him feel the twins move. Bakugou had all but heart eyes and Kirishima could tell even though he was further away.
“Wow, look at you” Bakugou whispered and looked into your eyes lovely, and in that moment, he knew he was going to be a part of you both.
“Come, I’ll show you around, you're probably so tired and hungry, Kiri’s going to head out and get some take out in a minute.” You beaconed Bakugou in and he looked at Kirishima for a moment with his eyebrow raised.
“I know bro, I can’t even explain it, she’s the sexiest thing at the moment, so I get it.” Kirishima says and pats Bakugou’s shoulder as he passes him.
***
Kirishima had gone left for take out as Bakugou settled in upstairs. Slightly disheartened that he was in the spare room rather than yours and Kiri’s but as Kirishima left he mentioned to you quickly not to worry just give him some time. But Bakugou didn’t need anymore time, he wanted, no needed to be with you both and co-parent with you both. While Bakugou was under cover he thought of having children a lot, he thought about settling down and all of this was sooner than he expected but in his heart he knew it was right.
As Bakugou walked down the stairs he could hear you in the kitchen moving around, sighing on every breath you took. He lent on the doorway and watched as you rubbed your back, whispering to yourself.
“I always thought it was Denki who was supposed to be crazy, not you” He chuckled to himself when you jumped slightly in his presence.
“Jesus Katsuki, don't do that '' You laughed and threw the towel in your hand at him. Dodging it he made his way to you.
“You doing okay mama”
“Yeah, they are just moving around a lot and are getting heavy” You say and try to stretch out your back. Bakugou came up behind you, wrapping his hand around your stomach, pulling you back slightly so you were leaning on him. You sighed once more. As you both gently rock side to side, Bakugou gets an idea.
“Trust me okay” He whispers into your ear. You simply nod, keeping your eyes closed. Bakugou leaned down slightly so his hands were completely under your bump.
“I saw this online ages ago, suppose to help a little bit, so relax and maybe prepare yourself” As you nod once more, Bakugou gently lifts your bump up, taking all the pressure from the twins, giving your back a small bit of relief.
“Omg Katsuki, that feels amazing” You moan and rest your head on Bakugou’s chest. You could feel him chuckle, and he starts to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, nibbling on different parts, trying to gauge your reaction. You just stayed, rocking in Katsuki’s arms unable to think of anything else bar how amazing it felt to have him here, safe and in your arms. The twins kick at Katsuki’s hand making him chuckle to himself.
“I’m so glad you want me here, to be a part of this” He whispers into your ear. You hmm in response, and rub your hands up and down his arms. You turn your head to him and open your eyes.
“I'm glad you want us, all of us” You used your hand and pulled Katsuki down to your lips, kissing him gently. You break apart and just stare into each other's eyes, unable to speak and both of you were feeling the moment. A quiet click made you both turn and look at the door, Kirishima stood with his phone out clearly taking a photo of the both of you.
“Man, I cannot explain how sexy you both look right now” Kirishima said as he made his way to the two of you, placing the take out on the countertop. Katsuki blushed and turned his head away from the red head. You tap Katsuki’s arm letting him know he could release the weight slowly back to you. He did so and slowly you could feel the full weight on the twins pushing down hard on your bladder.
“Damn heavy babies, you and your stupid giant genes.” You playful smack at Kirishima, making him laugh. You turn and walk to the other side of the kitchen, touching Katsuki as you pass. He held onto your wrist and made you look at him. Bringing his free hand to face, he pulled you into a kiss. His other hand you guessed was held out to Kirishima, as you could feel the redhead behind you, with a hand on your bump and his lips kissing your neck. Katsuki pulled back, forcing you to open your eyes.
“I love you y/n…. and I love you Kiri” Bakugou said, blushing.
“If you’ll have me, I'd love to be a part of your family” He looked away, fearing that it was all some sick joke.
“I love you Kats, and I love you Eiji '' You say, smiling to yourself, happy that you could finally speak those words out loud.
“And I love you both” Kirishima said loudly, pulling you both to him. Kissing the both of you quickly.
“We obviously have things to work out about this new dynamic but I am excited to see what the future brings, now let me go or I’ll pee on you” You say and laughter fills the room as both boys release you from their hold.
As you leave the kitchen you look back at the two of them, who were getting the food out on plates, “As soon as she’s ready, after these twins, mine are next okay shitty hair” Katsuki plushes Kirishima playfully. “Oh man you have no idea, I'd keep her pregnant like this for the rest of my life if I could, so no complaints from me.” You shake your head and slightly giggle to yourself as you make your way to the bathroom, what idiots you think to yourself, but your idiots nonetheless.
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Platonic!Kunikida x Student!Fem!Reader
"Y/n! Stop yawning! Get involved in the lesson, now!"
Another yawn and your bored look. Well, at least you're looking at the board now.
"Well? How much will it be?"
"I don't know."
"I've had enough, Y/n. You're staying after school."
After that, Kunikida returned to the lesson, and you continued to yawn as if nothing had happened. When the bell rang, you, as expected, tried to sneak away, but the teacher quickly stopped it. Pointing to the desk opposite his, he told you to sit down, but you decided to show your character again and sat down in the place where you always sit, namely at the end of the class. Then he himself, with a tired sigh, comes up to you and sits down next to you.
Among all the students, you are one of the most difficult and problematic: you don't study, you trip up, you periodically arrange fights, you smoke. Many teachers have already dropped their hands, and as long as you didn't bring too many problems to other students, they just ignored you. However, there was one small "but", because of which the man wanted to believe that you would start study, namely: you had one hundred percent attendance. Yes, you attended all his classes, sometimes even stayed for extra ones, although you continued to do nothing.
"Y/n, the transition to high school is coming soon, and your grades are worse than ever. You need to pull yourself together and start learning. Now, I will do a quick test to figure out which topics you don't understand. And next week, I'll help you deal with them."
"No thanks, I'll pass."
You start to get up from your desk when he hits it loudly, forcing you to sit down at it again. Kunikida often spoke in raised tones, and it was easy enough to make him lose his temper, but he knocked on the table only when his righteous anger reached the point of no return.
"Y/n, what do you think you will become in the future?! With such grades, you threaten not to get into high school, not like the institute! I'm giving you a chance and I demand to take it! Because at this rate, you will quickly trample yourself into the mud, from which it will be impossible to get out!"
He stood over you and looked straight into your still bored eyes, he could understand from your look that you perfectly understand what he is talking about, just for some reason ignoring the fact of the problem.
"Okay, only if you back off."
Looks like he managed to break through your defenses. This is a success. The main thing is that you take the test seriously, and not as usual. Kunikida gives you three task sheets and continues to sit next to you to follow up. But it looks like you've decided to take the task seriously, since you have tried to solve one of the his mathematical examples for half an hour.
"If you don't know, it's okay, just skip it."
You don't say anything to him, you just keep looking for the answer to the task. To be honest, now he finally saw not your stubbornness, but your perseverance, which could not but please him.
"Y/n, are you doing well at home?"
"Passable."
"And classmates?"
"Yesterday I smacked one jerk from the parallel class."
Kunikida frowns, he doesn't like the way you talk about it easily, but you look exclusively at the sheet and don't notice his indignation at all.
"Why?"
"I just wanted to."
"Y/n, you can't do that, violence is bad, especially if there was no reason for this violence."
"Okay, I won't do it anymore."
It was too easy, but he didn't pursue the subject and decided to stop distracting you. At the end, when you had already handed in your work and were about to leave the classroom, something made him ask you about a rumor that had been walking around the school for some time.
"Y/n, I'm sorry if I'm meddling in my own business, but what is this ridiculous rumor going around the school? About the fact that you have some kind of relationship with the mafia?"
"My parents owed a huge amount of money to the mafia. It's true, if that's what you mean. The postponement expires tomorrow. You can pray for me if you want. Goodbye."
"Y/n, wait!"
You jumped out of the classroom. Deep down, you wanted help, even though you knew that in your case it was impossible, and it was too late to do anything...
On that day, Kunikida urgently tried to find any possible help for you, but no sane organizations and agencies wanted to go against the mafia. It wasn't until the next morning that he found an agency that was ready to get down to business, but you didn't come to school that day.
In the future, Kunikida will take an interest in your parents' case and he will find their bodies, but yours will not be among them.
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37. Oh, those summer nights!
it is our last day in Sulani and we decide to make the most of it.
"You wouldn't be so kind to rub some sun lotion on my back, would you?" I ask.
Loki agrees.
I turn over, completely missing the mischievous glint in his eyes.
None of us slept much and the trip to the cave tired us out. Soon, the three of us are fast asleep.
Loki returns after a swim to admire his handiwork. He can't help but giggle, waking me up.
"This.... doesn't look good," Peter takes a look.
"YOU! YOU DID THIS!" I yell at Loki. "I look like a zebra crossing!"
"I don't see the problem! You are neatly stiped on all sides!" Loki shrugs.
"It was a mean thing to do!" Nea yells at him. "She looks ridiculous! Fix it Loki!"
"It was just a jest!" Loki protests.
"FIX IT!" Nea waves her finger at him.
"I suppose I could hide it with magic," Loki grumbles, unhappy his handiwork wasn't appreciated.
(Notice Kitty sleeping straight through the whole argument? 😂)
Loki casts his spell and I look like myself again, sans zebra stripes.
"I'm sorry," Loki takes my hands in his. "Please don't be cross. It was but meant as a jest."
"It wasn't very nice," I say.
Suddenly I realise he is not sure how to behave around me now in front of the others. He tries so hard to uphold a certain image and this is all new to him.
"I forgive you," I say and I kiss him on the cheek.
"Mari! Not in front of the others!" Loki protests.
Kitty opens one eye. "Loki, you doofus, we already know."
Loki eyes me in horror.
I shrug. "I don't hide important things from my friends."
After that, Loki isn't so awkward anymore.
The sun sets and a DJ arrives for a beach party.
"Come, let's dance," Loki says.
after a while, we make our way to the bonfire. Hey, Bruce is there too!
Look at those tan lines on Nea! 😂
"Let us go for one last walk on the beach together," Loki suggests.
We walk hand in hand for a while.
Tomorrow we'll be returning home. Was this just a holiday romance? Would it all be over when we get back home?
"I wish we didn't have to leave," I admit.
"Why not?" Loki asks curiously.
"I don't want this to be over," I admit.
Loki stops walking. "Who says it has to be?"
"it will be different at home," I try to explain.
"Here. I will draw a powerful magical rune that will ensure it doesn't have to end," Loki's eyes twinkle in mine.
"That is just a heart," I smile.
"Perhaps it may seem that way to you. But it is not just any heart, it is mine. Now it is out there for all to see, as scary as that may be. And it is all yours."
"Then I will take it and bring it back home with me," I reply. "Because while this heart in the sand may be stepped upon or washed away, your heart will always be safe with me."
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Chapter 5 Part 1
‘What the hell just happened?’
This day wasn’t supposed to be filled with so much fear and shock. It was supposed to be an a ok normal day at school with her friends. But April was here comforting Leo as he fell apart after what must have been hours of keeping himself together. It was one of the things April both loved and hated about him. How he tries so hard to protect the people he cares about but forgets to take care of himself.
She had to help them figure this out. There must be something they can find if the turtles and April combined their strengths. They’ve done it once and they can and will do it again.
But right now April needed to let Leo go through his process and let himself feel like this. The same thing happened to April when she lost older family members too. You just need to let them ride out this feeling until you can help them move on.
She pulled him into a hug as the turtle boy’s sobs continued. Slowly turning to sniffles. And then unsteady deep breathing. April sprinkled in a few reassuring words and rubbed Leo’s shell as she comforted one of her best friends.
Even though the turtles and April shared an equal bond, something about her and Leo’s was special. Leo understood her more than his brothers did. He understood what it was like to truly hate how people treated others for something that wasn’t their fault to begin with.
It hadn’t been that long before Leo realized what happened.
“Oh god!” He shook his head and tried to wipe away the tears that were still streaming down his face, breaking their hug.Leo tried not to croak when he talked. “I’m so sorry April! I don’t know why I did that! I just-”
April squeezed his shoulder. “Hey Hey Hey it’s ok. You’re gonna be ok.” She looked into his eyes and tried to help pull out the calm confident smart Leo that she knew could help and fix this. That she and his family believed in. Just like during Superfly’s attack. Leo stepped up and inspired them all to push through their limits and save New York City.
Leo felt his confidence come back slowly and steadily as he finally felt the first wave of relief since last night. He didn’t care if he was blushing. Well he did but it wasn’t the most important thing. Getting help and regaining his strength to help Mikey was important. Even so it still felt great to be reminded that even though one of his brothers was in danger he still wasn’t alone. None of them were. Leo would make sure of that. “Thanks April. I uh I needed that.”
“No problem.” April and Leo stood there smiling at each other for a few awkward minutes before she cleared her voice ready to start their search for the youngest turtle brother. “Now if you don’t mind I have a million questions about what happened and how we’re gonna fix this.”
“Wait you’re gonna help. But I didn’t even as-”
“Leo. It would be insane if I didn’t help you guys.”
Looks of determination spread across their faces. The duo was back together ready to solve this mystery.
“Alright. Let’s get started.”
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After rushing through the school day and letting his brothers’ club mates know that they wouldn’t be able to come, Leo returned to the heart and soul of his and April’s research. The old school dark room. The very first room the turtles got to explore in an actual high school.
He told April everything about what happened. Though it wasn’t easy it didn’t exactly trigger him into another anxiety attack. How many had he had anyways? 3? 4?
‘Focus Leo. Finding Mikey is really important.’
“So let me get this straight.” April said this as she pointed to rough sketches she had created on the dry erase board. Notes were jotted down next to the doodles. “You and your brothers were attacked by several cloaked figures and they each had a foot sewn onto their clothing?”
Though it sounded ridiculous it was true.
“Yeah pretty much. We didn’t get much time to see them because of how fast they were. We tried to fight through them but. . .”
“Ok. Let’s not look at what happened let’s look at what we know. Are any of you guys hurt?” April needed Leo to stay with her. She didn’t know how many more panic attacks they could endure.
“Oh yeah. They fought really well. These guys weren’t your average New York street punks. It was like they were taught and trained like we were. But in a much less defensive way.” Leo thought back to Donnie’s hand. It was practically the color of his old bandanna. Raph’s nose had been bleeding along with his mouth and scratches that tore through his skin. Leo was left in a similar condition. Someone had definitely used a roundhouse kick on his hip.
“Yeesh these guys sound like they would NOT take no for an answer.” April grimaced as she thought about how badly those wounds would feel like.
“But that’s the thing. Who would want us? What do four teenage turtle mutants help someone do?” Plenty of weirdos had crossed the turtle brothers’ path. It wasn’t unusual for someone to treat them like freaks even though they did save New York and possibly the world. But he never saw someone truly hate them to the point of breaking the law and kidnapping them.
“And who would have the guts or the heart to hurt you guys? You saved the world! Sure you look a little different but what kind of psycho wouldn’t at least tolerate you guys. What kind of sick ill minded cold blooded son of a-” April’s ranting was dulled as Leo came to a realization.
‘Blood’
He was suddenly drawn back to the night right before Superfly’s big attack. When him and his brothers had failed to stop the giant bug man from taking the last piece of his twisted puzzle. When they had been driven off the side of a highway, knocked out, dragged, and hooked up to a horrible machine. A machine designed to become a vampire once turned on. Sucking the blood and life out of its victims- the mutant brothers.
‘“What I want is your blood. And there is only one way to get it.”’
“TCRI.” Leo whispered as the present slowly moved into his grasp.
April broke out of her rant and looked shocked at Leo. “What?”
“TCRI. That’s who would want us.” Leo spoke louder but still in a slow dazed state. “That’s who would want us. That’s who would and could hire trained warriors to hunt us down. They have Mikey.”
The two teenagers saturated in the fear stirring up their stomachs. Bending their minds over to fears will.
If Mikey was being taken for the reason Leo thought he was, their family of mutants, containing the mystery of the ooze in their DNA, was in deep shit now.
that’s another chapter for the collection
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ah, i saw this prompt & thought steddie for sure! "my love is your arm stuck in the claw machine. you were going to steal that prize for me?? oh my gosh. let me rescue you and also show you how to actually do this"
Haha, I had a good chuckle at the visual this brought about. The funniest thing is that I could see this from either perspective. Let's see where this goes -
In hindsight, taking seven high energy children to the bowling alley was a stupid idea. Steve was exhausted by the time they first walked through the doors and Eddie, that gorgeous man, was a huge part of the problem.
It wasn't his boyfriend's fault, Steve knew that after months of being together and practically co-parenting all the kids in the party. Eddie had a mushy spot to him that got softer when Dustin and his friends were around. The inner nerd within Eddie connected with those younger humans in a way that Steve could only dream about. Steve cared for the kids but Eddie, he got them.
Which meant, of course, that Eddie became like an eighth child instead of Steve's partner in crime. Corralling his boyfriend was only slightly easier than the rest of them.
Nevertheless, the effort needed to keep everyone on the straight and narrow was more than worth it - smiles and laughs and genuine moments of enjoyment were apparent amongst the group. They rented two lanes and played several games before Dustin winning over and over again became too much.
Food took precedence shortly after. Once Steve made sure all of the shoes and bowling balls were returned, he figured the sixteen year olds could handle themselves for a little while. There was only so much trouble they could make in a small restaurant and six game arcade.
Steve was so sure he was in the clear that he ordered some cheese sticks to celebrate the small victory. He waited for them patiently, was two seconds away from biting into the first one when Max came running up to him. Her face was caught between a laugh and concern, so Steve dropped the food from his fingers and gave the girl all of his attention. "You look constipated - that can't be good."
"You just - you should come with me."
Sighing, Steve looked down longingly at the fried cheese for an extra second, then got up. He mentally prepared himself for the worst because if he didn't, Steve would actually be surprised. After all they'd seen, nothing should ever rock his world so profoundly again.
That was before Steve was led to the claw machine were Eddie was arm deep and completely stuck. How Max held off from laughing, Steve wasn't sure - he threw his head back and cackled at the sight of Eddie sheepishly staring up at him. His stomach hurt from how hard he laughed. Steve was suddenly bereft that he didn't have a camera to document the ridiculous occasion.
"Eddie, what in the world?" Steve asked, finally under control enough to let some words escape through the laughs. He turned to Max, mumbling a soft thanks before moving in closer to Eddie. Steve wasn't sure whether the girl left or stayed to watch, he was suddenly much too occupied by the red blush covering Eddie's cheeks.
"I wasted ten dollars trying to get the stupid bat," Eddie said, frowning harder with every word that left his mouth. Steve looked up through the glass to see the purple bat butted up against the corner. Eddie's hand was close to it, though not enough to actually get a grip on it.
Turning back to Eddie, Steve cupped his boyfriend's cheeks, forcing their eyes to meet. "It shouldn't be so adorable, you trying to steal a prize for me." Steve flashed Eddie a grin before leaning in to press a kiss against Eddie's nose. "Let me help you get out of there," Steve started, moving his hands to Eddie's right arm, "then I'll show you the trick for this machine."
It took Steve recruiting an amused Max to help him pull Eddie's arm from the exit flap of the machine. He'd gotten his shoulder in there well enough that Steve was sure it hurt to be dislodged. They finally managed it after garnering the attention of the rest of the group. By the time Eddie was back on his feet, all of the kids were gathered around the claw machine, eager to see Steve work his promised magic and laugh unashamedly at their older friend.
Snorting out a chuckle of his own, Steve looked around the group, quirking a brow. "Anyone have a quarter?" Steve asked. He beamed as Dustin, Lucas, and Mike dug into their pockets.
Steve snagged the first coin he saw, slipping it into the machine. He wiggled the joystick to get a feel for it, then drew the claw over to where the bat was, lined it up, and hit the little red button. All three prongs of metal closed around the heaviest part of the plushie, snagging it well enough to stay in the claw's clutches.
It was odd to be proud of such a wacky skill, but Steve enjoyed the echo of cheers that followed the claw dropping the bat down into the exit chamber where Eddie had just been stuck. Steve bowed as he leaned down to snag the prize worth losing an arm over.
With the show over, the crowd dispersed, leaving Steve leaning against the machine, tossing the bat up into the air. He grinned at the familiar blush that overtook Eddie's cheeks again. The older boy stepped into Steve's space, snatching the bat from gravity's forced descent. "My hero," Eddie said then, clutching the coveted prize to his chest.
Steve didn't realize how special that moment was until the next time he stopped by Eddie's house. They were running late for a double date with Robin and Nancy, behind because Eddie decided to drop to his knees and surprise Steve with an extra special hello. While Eddie was in the bathroom fixing up his hair, Steve lounged on the bed, staring blankly at Eddie's dresser. He noticed the stupid beanie baby sitting there by mere coincidence.
Yet the sight of that purple bat made Steve's heart race. It took up a prime spot in Eddie's room, sitting there proudly, like his boyfriend wanted others to see the result of Steve's effort put forth just for Eddie. It was weird to be so moved by something so little, but Steve loved it all the same.
His eyes stayed glued to that little reminder until Eddie walked back into the room. He looked well put together, like nothing untoward or mind-blowing had ever happened. Steve tore his eyes away from the toy bat but not before Eddie noticed where he'd been looking. "You okay there, Stevie?" Eddie asked, smiling widely.
Shaking his head, Steve got up from the bed. He walked over to Eddie, wrapping his arms around the boy's slim middle. Steve pressed a kiss to Eddie's cheek, his lips lingering there. "All good, babe. All good."
#steddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#eddie munson x steve harrington#steve x eddie#eddie x steve#steveddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#bobbie writes#prompts
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Edvin Week 1: Unexpected
or, birthday fluff for my sane boy
Edvin lay on his stomach, drawing patterns into the sand which had built up in the Heron's crevices. Jesper was on cleaning duty that week and it showed.
He'd been born at eleven in the morning, and seventeen for eight hours now.
This was the first birthday Edvin had had away from his family. With the chase after Zavac and the excitement of their triumphant return to Hallasholm, he'd almost forgotten it was coming, and by the time he remembered Hal had already organised a two-day trip down the coast to test some new rigging.
Edvin was fine. No problem. He was almost an adult, now, and he could handle himself. But his younger sisters had planned to bake him a cake, and couldn't understand when their father told them they'd have to wait, and something about that was sticking with them.
He knew some of his friends — his brothers — had problems and rocky relationships with their families. But Edvin missed his, dammit, missed his mother and father and grandfather and four sisters, and this short trip was taking a lot more out of him than it had any right to.
No-one had remembered his birthday, was all it came down to. No-one. Edvin didn't have the long friendship of Stig and Hal, or the strangely-forged bond of Stefan and Jesper, but he'd thought somebody would at least remember. The twins' birthday a few months earlier had been a rowdy, chaotic affair, even in the midst of the Raven hunt, but today everyone just seemed to have...vanished.
Someone called his name.
Edvin rose from the deck and hurried towards the voice. It was probably Lydia returning from her hunt, asking for help dressing whatever she'd caught. He hoped it was rabbits. He couldn't find anyone at first, but as he pushed off the beach and into the edge of the brush there were the rest of the Herons, clustered around a small cookfire and wearing nine identical grins.
There were no rabbits.
But there was Stig's fish stew bubbling in a pot, and a plate of Ingvar's slightly misshapen smallcakes, and as he rounded the bush the grins dissolved into laughter and cries of "Happy birthday, Edvin!"
Oh.
Lydia caught his wrist and tugged him down beside the fire. Hal pushed a bowl of stew into his hands and Stefan deposited a garland of leaves and flowers on his head, and Edvin laughed in sheer unexpected delight. This was better than rabbits.
The stew was good, the cakes were delicious, and time flew past. The twins began a good-natured argument over who appreciated Edvin most, and the rest of the Herons chimed in with more and more ridiculously hyperbolic descriptions of Edvin's importance. By the time Stefan shot to his feet and declaimed with an impressively straight face, "He is the sea on which the Heron runs — far too salty, but essential," Edvin had to bury his bright red face in both hands.
Stig tugged Stefan back to the ground. "Okay, that one wins. Presents!"
"Presents?" Edvin blinked. He certainly hadn't been expecting that, but his crewmates were already retrieving neatly-wrapped packages from a pile hidden behind Ingvar's bulk. "You didn't — oh, what the hell." He grinned. "Presents."
The presents, for the most part, were small and thoughtful. Two carefully carved wooden spoons from Ingvar, several balls of hand-dyed yarn from Stig, a new whetstone from Thorn. Ulf presented him with a wax-paper packet of sticky sweets, Wulf with a simple charm necklace to replace one he had lost overboard off Raguza. There was a complicated layered flask from Hal — "It'll keep your tea warm. I think. I only finished it last night." — and a package of dried leaves and herbs for teas from Stefan. Jesper handed over a signed note promising to do Edvin's washing-up for a month, and made elaborate wounded expressions when he looked skeptical. Lydia's gift was a pouch of dried, handmade jerky — just from the smell Edvin could tell it was ridiculously overspiced, but that had never stopped him before.
As the presents piled, all he could manage was "thank you", eyes wide with delight and disbelief. "To be honest, I thought you'd forgotten," he admitted when the last package had been opened.
Hal smiled. "In all fairness, you never once mentioned it. Jesper had to sneak into Sigurd's office and get the date off the brotherband lists."
Shit. Had he never? Edvin had always been a private person, but damn, did he feel daft now. "That's...endearing, and also a little creepy."
"Well, it's Jesper." Hal stood, stretching. "Probably time to get back to the ship. I want to try some night sailing on the new rig."
Edvin began gathering the bowls, but was stopped by a waving finger under his nose as Stig snatched the crockery from his hands and dumped it with great ceremony in Jesper's lap.
"Come on," he said. "Birthday boy gets to steer."
@brotherbandarchive
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RobStar Week 2022 - Day 1: Flying
Beginning Note:
I’m back!
This story is a sequel to one of my older stories “Nowhere Fast” (On my FF account). TL;DR – Robin gets Starfire’s powers, similar fashion to the the story “Power Failure” from the comics.
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For someone who had spent so many of their years in the circus leaping, swinging and even sometimes diving from unthinkable heights it seemed ridiculous that Robin would somehow be so hesitant about flying. When it had been with Starfire it had been entirely different, he liked when she carried him through the air, he loved the sensation and the thrill of it; but there lied the problem, in those cases she was in control and he trusted her. This scenario was a different one, here he had to trust in himself and for the first time in many years he didn’t think he could.
“You are doing well” a warm, reassuring voice spoke from in front of him.
He frowned, he wasn’t doing well at all. He felt like he was a toddler again, learning to walk for the first time. “I don’t think I am, Star” he replied in a neutral tone, he stretched his leg out and took a step. His foot immediately dropped a few inches further than he expected causing him to panic and wobble frantically.
She giggled loudly, placing her hand over her mouth to try and suppress the sound; she was trying her best but she could not help it. When she received a slight scowl from Robin she smiled sweetly back in return. “You are trying to do the walking but that is not how this works”
“Then how does it?” he asked with a frustrated sigh, “maybe this is just something I can’t learn to do”
She floated around to his back and hugged him behind, placing her chin on his shoulder. “Try to absorb your surroundings first and focus, you are very good at that Robin”
Her embrace soothed his frustration and he took a deep calming breath, he began to rotate both his body and his head to take in the area around him. He was hovering 7000 feet in the air, cotton candy-like clouds moved gracefully beneath him and when looking straight down he could sometimes spot Titans Tower and the bay surrounding it through thin parts of the clouds. The early evening sky engulfed him in all directions, most people would kill for an experience like this but to Robin it just felt surreal and he doubted he could truly appreciate it. “What should I focus on?” he asked, tilting his head to look at his shoulder.
She took the opportunity to kiss him quickly on the lips, giggling madly as their altitude suddenly spiked about 100 feet. She pulled her lips away and placed her chin back on his shoulder speaking gently “Pick a cloud somewhere nearby and lets go to it”, she wrapped her legs around his waist like a knot “just so you don’t think I’m moving us”
He felt slightly lightheaded from both the kiss and the sudden incline but he grinned, scanning the horizon he spotted a small cloud just slightly up ahead. “Okay, forwards” he spoke out loud to himself focusing hard on the action. He didn’t move, he focused once more and still no movement. He clenched his jaw as he tried to focus on whatever muscle or part of his brain was controlling his flight but he couldn’t. He let out an exasperated growl as he watched the cloud float further away on the breeze.
“You were able to fly up here yourself remember, it is just the same-” she replied comfortingly
“All I can do is go up!” he shouted in frustration, “not down, not forwards, not back, not left or even right. Just up!”
“Up is enough for me, Richard” she said lovingly, placing her cheek against his and gently stroking his hair “you do not need to master this on the day of ones”.
His heart swelled, closing his eyes made everything else melt away and he could focus solely on the affection. Suddenly he felt the breeze pick up and brush more vigorously at his face, cracking his eyes open he saw that the cloud he was focusing on was now moving towards him. Had the wind swapped direction that quickly?
“You are flying!” Starfire cried happily, placing rapid-fire kisses on his cheek.
He was in shock, he looked around and sure enough it wasn’t the wind changing course, it was him floating towards the cloud. Speechless, he just held onto the feeling and within a few moments he had caught up with the escaping cloud. He continued until they rested just above the cloud, so close it looked like he was standing on it. “I can’t believe it” he said simply.
“You have done most wonderfully! Even Tamaraneans born with the gift of flight usually take longer to accomplish what you have” Starfire said ecstatically.
Robin felt like the world had disappeared around him, even his girlfriend’s exuberant ramblings became muffled and distant. Memories flashed in his mind; Haly’s circus, his parents John and Mary Grayson standing before him, so much love and pride in their eyes for their son. The world around Robin re-focused and he pulled his mask from his face, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks.
Starfire felt the dampness against her own cheek and turned to give him a worried look, upon seeing him cry she floated around to his front “What is wrong my love?” she asked softly.
Lifting his head, he looked her in the eyes and through his tears he was smiling “I’m back” he said wiping at his eyes, “after so many years…I can be a Flying Grayson again”.
Starfire’s eyes shined, she knew his past and how important and yet tragic the memory of his family was, it was something he found so painful to discuss and something only she was allowed to know. It was something she had took much pride in and now seeing the joy in his eyes even through the tears, it filled her with such an immense feeling of pride and affection for him. Within Robin’s heart there had always been doors that had stay locked, feelings kept away to never be opened again but here in this moment Starfire had witnessed the opening of one of these doors, a lock finally broken. “You are” she stated happily, and she threw her arms tightly around him, no longer needing to worry about crushing the poor boy she cold hold him as tightly as possible and in return he clutched her back just as tight.
Without realising Starfire had begun taking them higher into the sky until they were nearly touching the stars. Robin pulled back slightly and said with a grin “So you have that problem too?”
Starfire blushed brightly when she realised they were nearly in space “When I’m with you, yes”
The End
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Author’s Notes:
Is this the right timeline? I actually wrote another story after a 5 year hiatus?
This story is actually a preview chapter from another story I am writing which is a sequel to one of my older stories “Nowhere Fast”, can’t give any kind of release date for that sadly.
Also, sorry this is 5 days late. Oops. If I get some inspiration for any of the other prompts then I’ll write some more. If not, happy RobStar Week 2022!
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It was a pretty average day, a bit on the hot side but rain was in the forecast soon. Taking a break from writing Karine heads out, she was feeling quite a craving for a watermelon monster and maybe a box of crackers. To the nearby grocery store she went. Clad in a light grey tanktop with a Royals logo on it and a pair of knee length shorts. All seemed fine, even a good classic rock song came on the store's sound system. Helped a kind old woman reach something from a high shelf. Being as tall as she is, she enjoyed helping others using her height like that.
Then Karine saw... her
You know the type. Middle aged, oversized sunglasses, hot pink tank top that is too tight, legs crammed into a suffering pair of yoga pants, the classic blonde and brown short haircut. Karen.
She was being rude to another customer for no apparent reason, who knows what little thing put a bee in her underwear bit she was making it everyone else's problem. As she turned, Karine saw the 'missile lock' in her eyes as she spotted the pink haired beauty. The Karen galumphed her way over. Knowing what was coming Karine decided to go deadpan literal hoping to throw her off and looked away towards the shelves
In that typical fashion the Karen says "Excuse me!"
Karine keeping a straight face replies. "Why? What have you done that needs excusing?" This threw the other woman off as she paused for a second, looking like a dog that had been shown a card trick then angrily asked.
"Can you help me?!" Scowl returning to her face as the younger woman replies in a very neutral tone.
"I couldn't possibly know. I don't know what you want, ma'am." The Karen's face twists into a look of disgust and anger... well moreso
"Where do you keep your eyelash curlers?" While Karine did know as she shopped here often she wanted to screw with this woman more.
"I don't keep them anywhere, if I did it would probably be in my bathroom." She stated plainly, keeping up the bit. The older woman argues
"Yes you do! I've seen them before!" This made Karine question if she actually had seen them and not at another store. Some people often confuse different stores as they all are the retail environment. Regardless she continues the bit.
"I'm certain I don't. I've never owned any. My eyelashes manage to bend all on their own. I'm more than happy with the bendiness of my eyelashes, ma'am. This immediately threw the Karen off once again
"Huh? What? No, idiot, I mean the store. Where in the store are the eyelash curlers?" To which Karine simply shrugs and replies
"I haven't got a clue." It was easier to keep the bit if she feigned ignorance. Clearly confused the older woman asks
"Why not?" To which Karine replies
"I refer you to my previous answer: I never use them." This certainly got the other woman's temper to start climbing more
"Aargh! Are you trying to be stupid?" And without missing a beat Karine replies.
"No, it's effortless." This made the woman screech, beginning to turn redder by the second.
"This is ridiculous!" Almost breaking a smile the pink haired beauty goaded her on by saying
"I completely agree, quite ridiculous." More screeching, people were already gathering around to watch this fiasco unfold. Then the Karen utters the mantra of entitlement
"I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR FUCKING MANAGER!!!" Stomping her foot like an angry toddler in a tantrum. Karine almost burst out laughing at this.
"There is an issue with that request, I don't have a manager. So you're asking to speak to someone who doesn't exist." This got a few chuckles out of the crowd.
"BULLSHIT!! You work here so there must be a manager!" Then it clicked for most of the people what was going on. Karine acting confused looks at herself in her state of dress and asks
"Did they change the uniform? I wasn't aware I was hired here." At that point a member of management and a security officer were rapidly approaching hoping ti diffuse the situation. Karine thought she saw a slight hint of understanding spread across the Karen's puzzled, angry face.
"You do work here... don't you?" It finally seems to be clicking for her.
Karine replies with a simple no which wasn't the a answer Karen was looking for.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING SAY SO??!" And there was the opportunity to bring the bit on home as management and security arrived
"You didn't ask me, until now. I gave no indication that I did either. You just approached me and started questioning me on my personal grooming habits." The Karen decided she has had enough and came as close to being face to face as she could with the six foot five pink haired woman, with about a foot difference in height
"YOU'RE A FUCKING MORON!!!" The manager puts her hand up in a gesture to stop Karen dead in her tracks. This wasn't the manager's first rodeo.
"Ma'am please stop swearing and lower your voice, there children here in the store." The manager turns to Karine and asks "What's happening, miss?"
Karine explains as accurately as she can. "I'm not really sure, this woman was being rude to another customer then she approached me and began interrogating me on my personal grooming habits, she wasn't happy with my answers so she started to spit shout at me. All I came here to do was get a watermelon monster and possibly some crackers, but ended up helping a nice old woman reach for something on the top shelf because I like helping people."
The Karen shouts arguingly "NO THAT'S NOT FUCKING TRUE. I WAS SHOUTING AT HER BECAUSE I THOUGHT SHE WORKED HERE." Not that anyone needed clearer proof she was a terrible person.
The manager puts a hand up again and states calmy yet firmly "Whether she was an employee or not, you can't talk like that. We have a strict policy about abusing customers and staff. We don't tolerate it." Still screaming Karen argues
"IT'S NOT MY FAULT SHE'S A FUCKING IDIOT! IF SHE HAD..." Once again the manager stops her, clearly done with this.
"Ma'am, stop shouting or I'm going to have to ask you to leave" The manager turns to Karine and asks. "You okay, miss?" To which Karine replies about ready to go and grab her drink and check out.
"Yeah, I'm all good, just thirsty. If you don't need me anymore I'll be on my way." Karine waves and the manager nods to her as the rest of the crowd disperses and Karen is taken to the front to have a stern talking to and due to her behavior, to no one's surprise is a repeat offense so she is formally trespassed from the store.
Karine gets her drink and spots Karen on her way out giving a sly smirk and takes a swig of her newly purchased drink.
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The Way Home - Chapter 12
A fresh start. That’s what she needed. Not the turn of a page, or a new chapter, but a brand new book.
She left everything behind, and just hoped that she had better things ahead.
A Hotchniss College AU
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Words: 4.4k
Warnings: Discussion of drug and alcohol addiction
Full list of warnings and previous chapters can be found on the Series Master List
Read over on Ao3, or below the cut
She missed him. It felt ridiculous, the longing she felt for Aaron that lingered just beneath the surface, making her skin tingle in a way she had never experienced before. She had seen him the night before. A quick conversation and an even quicker kiss in the hallway between their apartments, his front door propped open by his foot in case Jack called for him, the little boy tucked up in his bed for the night.
Emily knew that Aaron’s first priority was his son and that was something that made even more affection for him build in her chest, taking up space she didn’t know she had left. He wanted to tell Haley about the two of them before he told Jack, before she could be introduced to the little boy as his girlfriend, and she understood. It left her feeling nervous, anxiously awaiting Aaron’s return so she could hear how the conversation with Haley went, his promise to come straight to hers from the night before echoing around in her head.
She distracts herself by attempting to study, and when that doesn’t work she switches on the tv, smiling as an episode of Deep Space Nine appears on the screen, a guilty pleasure she still hadn’t admitted to her boyfriend.
There’s a knock on her door, and she mutes the tv, rolling her eyes when there's another knock only seconds later, desperation echoing throughout her apartment.
“Aren’t you always telling me to be patient-” she says as she pulls the door open, not bothering to look through the peephole as she does so, and her words come to a stop as she looks at the man standing on the other side. He looks worse than the last time she’d seen him, something she didn’t think was possible, his skin drawn and pale, a nervous energy about him that she recognised. “Matthew?”
“Hey Em,” he says, his thumbnail between his teeth as he walks past her, and enters her apartment like she’d invited him, his shoulder bumping into hers on the way past. “It’s been a while.”
She stares at him for a second, her mouth open in slight disbelief as she closes the door, only taking a few steps towards him, leaving plenty of space between the two of them. The last time she’d seen him was after he got arrested for stealing from her, cash and jewellery she never saw again, a necklace with a bird pendant from her grandfather that could never be replaced.
“How did you get my address?” She asks, crossing her arms over her chest, watching him as he looks around her apartment, at her belongings, as he paces around.
“That’s quite the way to greet an old friend, Em.” He replies, looking at her, a smile on his face that once made her feel safe, that had led her through some of her darkest days.
“Matthew.” She says through gritted teeth, gripping her arm tightly, trying to hold herself together without giving away too much of how she felt to him.
He sighs, finally stopping his pacing and stands near her couch.
“Your mother. I called and asked, I was surprised to find out you never told her about what happened.” He replies, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Yeah, well,” she sighs, blowing out a breath, “that would have started us down a road I never want to go down with her.”
She’d thought about it. Thought about confessing where the necklace that she had always worn had actually gone, rather than an on the spot made up lie about losing it during her move to college. It was a thread she couldn’t pull at with her mother though, knowing she’d then have to explain that Matthew had a drug problem, and what had caused it. Why she felt as if she owed him the help she had been giving him right up until that moment.
The chastisement over being careless with a precious gift from her deceased grandfather was worth her mother never finding out about what had happened in Rome.
She clears her throat and looks at her old friend. “What are you doing here Matthew? I made it very clear what you need to do when I had the charges dropped if we’re going to rebuild our friendship,” she swallows thickly, grief and guilt clogging her throat in equal measure, “you’re clearly withdrawing,” she says, shaking her head at him, “so…I’m guessing you’re here for money?”
“Just this once, Em, I promise.” He replies, desperation colouring his tone, his body almost vibrating with it.
She laughs, but it comes out more like a sob. “I can’t. You know that. I’ll pay for whatever rehab you want,” she says, repeating the same offer she had given him time and time again, “but I am not giving you money.”
Emily sees it happen, the switch from the sweet, kind boy who had saved her life when she was alone and scared, to the person he was when he was like this. Cruel in a way she’d never expected, his addiction wearing down all the parts of him that she had once known, buried underneath everything he’d experienced the last few years.
“After everything I did for you?” He snarls, his eyes hardening, his jaw tense. “You ruined my life, Emily. You couldn’t keep it in your fucking-”
“You’ve got to leave, now,” Emily half shouts, ignoring the tears she feels pressing at the back of her eyes. “Or I will call the cops.”
“Like you did last time?” He replies angrily, taking a step toward her. He blows out a breath to calm himself, his voice more even as he continues, “all I want to do is talk.”
There’s a pounding on the door and it makes her jump, her shock immediately soothed by the sound of Aaron calling through it.
“Emily?” He yells, knocking again, “Emily it’s Aaron, let me in.”
She immediately turns to the door to open it, barely taking a step in its direction when Matthew calls after her.
“Don’t open the door,” he says, panic now completely replacing the anger that had been there moments before.
“I have to,” Emily replies, over her shoulder as she walks towards the door, “it’s my boyfriend, if I don’t he’ll knock the damn door down.”
She pulls the door open and feels relief the moment she sees him, the calm he was always able to bring her washing over her like a cool breeze on a warm day. He reaches for her, his palm on her cheek, his eyes darting all over her face like he was looking for injuries, and she briefly wonders if he thought she was in here with Ian.
“Em, are you alright? What’s going on?” He asks quickly, his words tripping over each other. She smiles at him tightly in a way she hopes he understands, a silent promise she’d explain at least some of it later, and she grabs his hand. She interlinks their fingers and pulls, encouraging him into her apartment, the door closing gently behind them.
She watches as Aaron and Matthew size each other up, staring at each other for a few seconds that feel like they last forever.
“Questo è il tuo ragazzo, Emily? Sicuramente un aggiornamento rispetto all'ultimo.” Matthew says, a smirk on his face that has Aaron taking a step forward despite the fact she knows he doesn’t understand what has been said. A firm squeeze of her hand around his stops him in his tracks.
“Stai zitto, prima che chiami la polizia,” Emily she spits back at him, knowing he would have spoken in Italian for no other reason than to test if Aaron understood. She turns to her boyfriend and switches to English, a sad smile on her face. “Aaron,” she breathes out, her voice as unsteady as he had ever heard it, “this is Matthew, an old friend of mine,” she looks back at Matthew, her jaw clenched tight, and she wraps her spare hand around Aaron’s arm, gripping his tricep tightly, “he was just leaving.”
“Forse dovrei rimanere,” Matthew says, his eyes boring into hers, “Aaron ed io possiamo parlare. Forse su Roma.”
The threat shocks her, something she never thought he’d throw back in her face. It makes her entire body tense in a way she knows Aaron doesn’t miss. She’s frozen in place, only able to feel Aaron squeeze her hand before he disentangles himself from her, closing the gap between them and Matthew.
“She asked you to leave,” Aaron says firmly, his hand on Matthew’s shoulder as he pushes him towards the door. Hands using force she knew they were capable of but had never been used on her, his touch always treating her like she was made of something delicate. “I suggest you do before we call the cops.”
“Fine I’ll go,” Matthew says, shrugging Aaron off of him as he gets to the door, opening it with more force than necessary as he turns back to them, sending Emily another smirk as she turns to look at them, “this one seems good, lets hope he doesn’t go crazy on you too.”
Aaron closes the door in his face before he can say anything else, locking it and sliding the chain across so it was secure. The silence in the apartment seems overwhelming the moment they are alone, Aaron turns to look at her, a question forming on his tongue that dies before he can ask it.
She covers her mouth to try to suppress the sob that escapes, her emotions finally taking over. She stands, almost rooted to the spot as she cries. It’s barely a second later that she’s wrapped up in Aaron’s embrace, his arms banding around her in a hug that if it was any tighter she’d struggle to breathe. She slips her arms around him, her hands fisting in the back of his shirt, trying to find something to ground herself as she cries into his neck, his soft assurances almost drowned out by her sobs.
“It’s ok, baby,” he says, kissing the top of her head, his hand rubbing comforting circles on her back, “you’re safe. He’s gone. Want to sit down?”
All she's capable of is nodding in return, barely letting him pull away from her as he leads them to the couch, sitting down as he settles her into his lap, holding her to him with the strength that felt like what she assumed home felt like. He simply holds her, running his hands through her hair, whispering reassurances to her until she calms down, her sobs coming to a stop as she wipes away tears from her cheeks that are immediately replaced.
“I’m sorry,” she says, her words shaking as she reaches for his hand.
“You have nothing to apologise for,” he replies, shifting so he can look at her, wiping tears from her cheeks, “do you want to talk about it?”
Her only response to that is a hoarse chuckle, knowing that her answer was both yes and no, that there were things she didn’t want to tell him yet, the fear that he’d look at her differently feeling all too real.
“Our parents were stationed in Rome at the same time,” she says, sniffing as she looks down at their joint hands, “we were 15, and we were close,” she lays her head on his shoulder, still avoiding his eye contact, “we stayed friends for a while when we both made it back to the US but…we went down different paths.” She explains carefully.
“He got into drugs?” He asks, and it makes her look up at him, her eyebrow creased in question, “he was clearly withdrawing from something.”
“Yeah,” she replies, smiling tightly at him, “he wanted money, and I used to give it to him,” she sighs, and she sees him frown, his mouth open to say something that she cuts off, “I know I shouldn’t have but…we have a complex past and I felt like…” she drifts off, unsure how to tell him that she felt like she owed Matthew, that she still did. “I realised I wasn’t actually helping him, so I cut him off. Offered to use money from my trust fund to pay for rehab.” She blows out a long breath, chuckling humourlessly, “and then he stole from me.”
“Jesus, Em,” Aaron replies sympathetically, the hand on her back still rubbing soothing circles.
“$200 that I happened to have laying around, and a necklace from my dead grandfather,” she explains, “I called the cops and he was arrested, I dropped the charges and hoped it would be enough to make him see the light but…”
“It wasn’t.” He finishes for her as she trails off, her voice thick again with more tears that threatened to fall.
“No, it wasn’t.”
They fall into a contemplative silence before he squeezes her hand, and gains her attention before he continues.
“Addiction is complicated, people won’t be able to change until they are ready to,” he says, and she looks curiously at him, tilting her head slightly, “My dad was an alcoholic,” he explains, his lips set in a firm line.
“Oh,” she replies, sensing there was far more to the story, more than he was willing to tell her at this stage, but she doesn’t pry, doesn’t ask any follow-up questions just like she doesn’t want him to ask any of her, “He never used to be like that,” she says instead, smiling sadly at him, “I wish you could meet the real Matthew.”
He kisses her forehead, gathering her against his chest. “Maybe one day I will.”
She smiles against him, the thought of a future with him warming her from the inside, a tiny bit of joy making its way through the cracks that this evening had caused in her heart.
“Yeah, maybe you will,” she replies, turning her head to press a kiss into his neck. “I didn’t even get to ask you how it went with Haley.”
“About as well as I expected,” he says, smiling down at her, “she said I seem happy.”
She smiles up at him, feeling the dried tear tracks crack on her cheeks as she does. “Oh yeah?”
He hums in response, leaning down to kiss her, full and lush against her lips. “Oh yeah, you make me very happy, Emily.”
She cups his cheek, pulling him in for another kiss. “You make me happy too.”
He tucks some of her hair behind her ear, his thumb delicate on her cheek as he does so, catching another stray tear that was still falling despite her smile.
“What can I do to help?” He asks softly, so much affection in his voice she has to choke back words she knows it’s too early to say.
“You’re already doing it.” She replies, “and maybe we’ll order in dinner soon?”
He playfully rolls his eyes at her, shaking his head slightly. “You’ll do anything to not cook.”
She gently slaps his chest, “You know I can’t cook.”
He chuckles at her as he reaches for the tv remote, readjusting them slightly so they are both facing it, and he looks down at her, an amused smile on his face.
“Em, were you watching Star Trek?”
She groans burying her face into his chest, her cheeks burning, “Yes, don’t make fun of me.”
“I wasn’t going to, I watch it too.” He says, and she pulls back to look at him, her eyebrow raised.
“Really?” She asks sceptically, still trying to gauge if he was teasing her.
“Really,” he confirms, “we should watch it together from now on.”
“We should,” she replies, trying to remember a time when she a partner who actually appreciated her more nerdy side, and she comes up blank. It makes her think of Ian, and the brief thought she’d had at her door earlier. “Aaron, can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Earlier when you heard me arguing with Matthew from outside, did you think I was in here with Ian?”
He freezes briefly before nodding. “Yes, I did.”
“And you were going to…barge in here and confront him?” She asks, her eyebrow raised at him.
“Yes,” he answers like it was obvious, like he wouldn’t have been putting himself in danger for her, “I wasn’t going to leave you in here alone with him.”
She wasn’t sure how to respond to that, how to tell him that the last thing she wants is for him to get hurt because of her past, again, but she can’t. So she smiles at him instead, a half-hearted thing that he returns.
“For future reference, Ian is Irish,” she explains, and he nods in response.
“Got it.” He replies, and she settles back against him properly both of them looking at the tv, the commercials they had ignored giving way to another episode of Deep Space Nine. “Is this…a marathon you were watching?”
“Aaron.”
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Ever since he’d walked into Emily’s apartment to find her arguing with Matthew they’d spent every night together. Tonight would be different, an unspoken conversation between the two of them that she wouldn’t spend the night when he had Jack, at least not yet.
Aaron was worried about her, could sense that there was more to whatever her friendship had been with Matthew, but he didn’t pry. He knew her well enough to understand that would be the one thing to push her away and that she’d come to him eventually. Tell him whatever parts of the story she felt like she had to keep to herself for now.
Despite his insistence when Emily aired her concerns that everything would be fine, Aaron found himself slightly nervous as he prepared to tell Jack about the change in their relationship. He’d given Haley the heads up when he picked his son up for the weekend, having given her a week for the news to settle in herself, so she wasn’t blind-sighted if Jack came home talking about having seen Emily.
He wasn’t about to jump right into the two of them spending lots of time together, it wasn’t fair on anyone involved. Emily was nervous around the little boy as it was, their relatively limited encounters so far somewhat awkward at times, her inexperience with children clear. He’d been the same before he had Jack, having only really had Sean to go by, and he knew Emily was an only child. It wasn’t fair to Haley either and he tried to think how he’d feel if there was suddenly a boyfriend in her life spending time with Jack.
Aaron wasn’t about to have Emily stay over on the nights he had Jack, but he figured them all spending time together during the day, with the little boy aware of Emily’s role in Aaron’s life, was a good place to start. He was taking Jack to the park later, the cold but dry and sunny weather allowing the first trip there of the year, and it seemed like the perfect opportunity.
He looks at his son who was sitting on the floor, ignoring the tv show Aaron had put on for him, his attention fixed on his Gameboy.
“Jack, can I talk to you about something?”
Jack looks up from his game, his eyes fixed on his father, almost comically wide.
“Am I in trouble?”
Aaron chuckles, shaking his head at his son. “No buddy, you’re not in trouble.” He pats the couch next to him, “Come sit here.”
The 5-year-old stands up, abandoning his Gameboy on the ground as he scrambles onto the couch.
“You remember Emily?” Aaron asks, smiling when Jack nods enthusiastically.
“Your friend who lives here too.”
“That’s right, she lives across the hall,” he replies, “well, she’s not just my friend anymore, she’s my girlfriend.” He watches his son’s face carefully for his reaction. He knew he understood what ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ meant, as much as a 5-year-old could. Haley had barely been able to control her laughter when she told him how Jack apparently had a girlfriend at school, a little girl in his class who he liked to play with at recess. After a few seconds of silence with no reaction from the little boy Aaron presses further, “Are you ok with that?”
Jack sighs, a slight pout on his face. “I guess.”
Aaron feels panic rise in his chest, Emily’s concerns that he had brushed off, and assured her were unfounded, suddenly seeming a lot more real than he anticipated.
“Jack, what’s wrong?” He asks, encouraging his son to look up at him from where his gaze had fallen to the couch. “I thought you liked Emily.”
“I do,” Jack replies, “but I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend.”
Aaron’s proud of himself for not laughing, for the fact he’s able to hold back his smile, the panic he had felt only seconds before replaced with relief and amusement in equal measure.
“Sorry, buddy, but I think she might be a little old for you.”
Jack sighs dramatically, “I guess.”
Aaron does smile at that, unable to fight it any longer. “You’ll still be able to see her though, I thought she could come with us to the park later?”
“Can she can push me on the swing?” Jack asks, as if the answer to that determined how he felt about it.
“You’ll have to ask her, but I don’t see that being a problem.”
Jack beams at him, any of the heartbreak he’d apparently felt moments ago long forgotten.
“Can we go see her now?” He asks enthusiastically, standing up and walking back over to pick up his Gameboy.
“We’ll have lunch first, and then we’ll go over, ok?”
Jack nods, reaching for his game again and going back to playing as if he had never stopped.
___
“Jack, keep your gloves on,” Aaron shouts after his son, shaking his head at him, “it’s barely February and you’d think it was spring already the way he’s running around.” He says to Emily, smiling as he sits next to her on the bench she was on, the jungle gym Jack was playing on in direct view.
“It is freezing,” she replies, handing him his coffee as she shuffles closer to him, her own coffee in between both of her gloved hands, “why did you suggest the park?”
“He loves the park,” Aaron replies, turning his head to kiss her cheek, “I would never have gotten away with not bringing him here.”
Emily takes a sip of her coffee, looking around the park at the other adults all huddled in their winter jackets, clutching cups of coffee as if their lives depended on it, the kids running around having the times of their lives. It doesn’t escape her that it is mostly women here, all of them throwing her and Aaron looks occasionally, any attempts to be subtle abandoned as soon as he had grabbed her hand at the coffee shop, squeezing it after she bought them their drinks and Jack a hot chocolate.
“I think you have some fans,” she says, unconsciously shuffling a little closer to him, seeking out the warmth that seeped through his jacket. Aaron looks down at her, a questioning look on his face before she tilts her head towards the group of women in question.
“Oh,” he says, looking back at her, “usually they come over and try to talk to me.”
“Of course they do,” she replies, smiling at him wryly, rolling her eyes when he looks confused, “you’re a very attractive, very large man who is obviously an excellent father,” she takes another sip of her coffee, “it’s like moths to a flame.”
She doesn’t miss the slight tone to her voice, grimacing as she realises how it must have sounded, and she can’t help but groan when he leans down to kiss her, his lips tasting of coffee.
“You jealous, sweetheart?” He asks as he pulls back, smirking at her slightly.
“No,” she replies too quickly, clearing her throat. “I am not jealous.”
He smiles at her, leaning down to kiss her again, his nose warm against her cheek. “Good, because you have nothing to be jealous of.”
She sometimes thought that he couldn’t be real, his unrelenting loyalty and kindness that she was always on the receiving end of feeling too good to be true. In the week since Matthew had shown back up in her life, Aaron had been nothing but understanding. He was smart enough to know there was more to the story, but he hadn’t pushed which she was grateful for, making her all the more sure she’d feel like she could tell him eventually.
She hums and snuggles closer to him, her head leaning on his shoulder as they both look back at Jack, the little boy laughing with his friends.
“Jack was really ok with us being together?” She asks, securing her coffee in one of her hands before she links the other with one of his.
“I told you, he likes you,” he replies, “although there was one problem.”
She pulls away from him so quickly she thinks it should have given her whiplash, the slight smile on his face not matching the panic she felt.
“What? I thought you said-”
“Em, everything is fine,” he assures her, squeezing her hand in his, the material of both of their gloves dulling the sensation, “he said he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend,” he says, his smile taking over his face, “once we cleared up that you are probably a little old for him, he came round.”
She beams up at him, her cheeks aching with something other than the cold for the first time since they left their apartment building.
“So you’re telling me, if I’d held out I could have ended up with the cuter Hotchner?” She asks, smiling at him teasingly, “That will teach me.” He narrows his eyes at her. He kisses her, nipping at her lower lip in warning before he pulls back. “I’m glad he’s ok with it,” she says, her eyes soft before she leans her head on his shoulder.
“Me too,” he replies, “you’re stuck with me now.”
Warmth spreads through her chest, and she buries her face in his shoulder. She kisses the material of his jacket to hide the smile that was so wide she’s sure it would break her face in two.
“Good,” she says eventually, “because you’re stuck with me too.”
-x-
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a song-long kiss
enlightenmonth 2022 (@koushirohikari) //
[day 9-12] dance/music
fyi i don't hate music class but i'm quite terrible every time my teacher asked me to play the recorder.
Koushiro wasn’t sure if he loathed music class or the idea that third graders should still be taking music class.
In his humble opinion, it was ridiculous. Amidst the exams and the preparation for university entrance, the least the school could do was to omit less-important subjects to avoid additional stress, and one of them was music. He couldn’t see why repeating the same songs for the last four weeks might be a help to relax.
(Again, it was his humble opinion. He couldn’t emphasis it more as he didn’t want to offend anyone like Mimi who actually loved the class to death.)
Perhaps the thought that it was unimportant finally grew into his subconscious, because he forgot to bring his recorder for today’s music class. It was rather fortunate because he quickly realised this before the bell rang, so he had enough time to panic for a few seconds and eventually think about how to mitigate this carelessness. Koushiro then came out with a plan to borrow from a junior, hoping that at least someone also had their music class on Thursday too. It seemed that three of his classmates also thought the same thing, because they dashed straight out the classroom after making a commotion about the same problem. (That was according to his chairmate, Yuri, who actually heard them. He was late to realise, so now he had to fly out as soon as possible too.)
His first thought was Miyako, because the second-graders’ classrooms were on the same floor as his class. However, she blurted the bad news that she didn’t have music class today.
The good news was, “I think Daisuke has one, though.”
“Daisuke-san?”
“Last week he literally begged me to teach him how to play Sakura, Sakura because he had to recite the song in front of the class on the following day. I guess it was around Wednesday.”
He thanked her and made a sprint down the stairs, because Daisuke’s classroom was located on the ground floor. Oddly, as he reached the classroom’s door, it was shut and there was no one inside when he peeked through the glass panel.
Today was definitely not his lucky day.
His mind started to recall his other acquaintances who might be in a different class. He wasn’t sure if Takeru was in the same class with Daisuke. How about Hikari? She was—
“Koushiro-san?”
—there.
She appeared just like that beside him, and of course his natural reaction would be a gasp and a startle. She looked at him curiously and he wondered if she started to think of him as a stalker, because she then asked, “What are you doing here?”
“You’re in this class?” He actually felt bad for forgetting this trivial fact. “Where’s everyone?”
“In the computer lab. It’s the first lesson and you know Sensei is very strict. He always wants us to be there before the bell rings.”
“So why are you here?”
“I left my pencil case in my bag.”
“But you didn’t leave your recorder at home by any chance, right?” It wasn’t typical of Hikari to forget something. He just hoped she wasn’t having a clumsy day like him. Leaving her pencil case was enough of a bad signal.
“...no, but I wonder how you got the information that I’m having a music class today,” she mused, opening the classroom’s door and walking to her seat.
“I have an intel.”
Hikari returned to the corridor with a small cat-patterned case—most probably her stationeries—and a long brown case which she handed to Koushiro. He expressed his gratitude straight away, promising that he would return it on lunchtime. While he would love to chit-chat, the bell then echoed throughout the school. They agreed to dismiss as soon as possible before trouble got the best of them both.
Koushiro was able to sail smoothly throughout the music class. As he promised to return the recorder back during lunch, he saved his bento for later and made his way to Hikari’s class—only to meet her halfway because she was heading to the canteen.
“Sorry, I was just going to see you,” Koushiro explained rhetorically.
Hikari shook her head. “No problem. I want to grab some drink.”
But then, a funny coincidence happened.
Walking passed them were three students—two guys and a girl. If Koushiro didn’t remember his status as the most senior classman in the school, he would surely consider the three of them as Taichi, Yamato, and Sora—but let’s just refer them that way to make it easier, okay? The first guy, Yamato, was drinking from a juice box when the second guy, Taichi, suddenly asked for a sip in which Yamato gave in although he sounded irritated with his friend’s behaviour. While Taichi was drinking from the straw, Sora blurted ever-so-casually loud that Koushiro could hear it way too clearly.
“Wow, you guys just did an indirect kiss.”
Her accusation caused a commotion; not only between Taichi and Yamato, but also inside Koushiro’s mind. He reflectively stopped handing the recorder when he came to an instant realisation, gripping the instrument harder which made Hikari noticed his weird gesture.
“Koushiro-san?” she asked worriedly. “Are you okay?”
He just had a song-long indirect kiss with Hikari Yagami.
His face was as red as his hair now.
#digimon#by me#fic#enlightenmonth#enlightenmonth 2022#koukari#koushiro izumi#hikari yagami#and a bit of foreshadowing taiorato whatever
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Here's something horrible there's enough trouble and hate around here to harm just about anyone so we're going to start controlling we got tons of people in and we're moving more in but they're doing outside with a stupid grass there's trouble and they know it and they're trying to get him and they're going to have a problem they had a problem all day long and they stop and stand there for an hour and people would see them doing it and wondered why and start up again and they'd stop so they finished up work and left and it probably will drain a little bit better but not much but these people are very very evil to our son we need to stop them from everything they're doing and we need a lot of people again and our son's been right the whole time we should get the monsters out and we do need to do that and Tommy f does not have something right in the way no and it's close but it's still a hundred miles away so I want to go down and do that and Savage oppress is going to be by my side and the wada and Ariana and Uriel and goddess wife and Poseidon and got his wife let's get this done and get a basin here and secure these people and out of control we have a Zyrtec attack under ongoing it is massive we need troops here now I'm assigning more and more right now and I'm sending out for as many as I think I need I've got a good idea now and also to repel two different fronts and I'm sending them down there and he says we should probably do something down there if there's anything there there is not at this time with those dashes and stuff and we're going to start taking them all in the cavern and I'll heat it up nicely and we do need it and we're going to start doing this everyday here this is ridiculous these people need to die all the time
Another news Jason and Friday the 13th is starting its 5th movie tonight as Halloween is starting is 5th as well they're both in the same number and it should be because empress and emperor I'm running it and it does lead to other things happening and right now Doctor Who is recovered and Trump is returning and he did make it back and his daughter came and inspected the place because there's a child there no it's about the animals and they're being abused and they were being abused and she wrote it up and the people that own the place want him out and it's actually Mac no it's someone nearby but Stan wants them out and everybody wants him out so it's the beginning of the end because he's getting hasn't had any trouble there and now he is and everybody is pushing to get him out he's such a jerk. And pirates of the Caribbean will start shortly and he got here with a wooden ships and they're at Port and they're actually in Charlotte harbor but they're hidden and people are now searching for them
People are out at gamer at lake Okeechobee trying to find us and the tube and our son is a wise ass and says that they should leave them to it doesn't exactly go straight to it but it's not that far off it will be a vortex it's from one of the ponds it's near lake Okeechobee and it's to the northwest so they're going to look now and the tubes that go to Godzilla are offshore in the ocean about 20 miles away and they've been there the whole time right now or sick of you we can't stand you your lifestyles roast your comments you're working for your boss I've had enough of this s*** we're never going to get used to it and you keep dumping it on us as if we're supposed to tolerate you it's not going to happen
Pouring in troops right now or hitting you and we're going to take you out. Pirates of the Caribbean is a huge huge deal it's a giant giant deal and Salazar and got his wife are here and enforce and it's requesting that they kick it off as it's kind of just sitting there and he's helping right now he says he says oh that's great whatch out for people trying to steal stuff. He gets it too and he likes the junior race car approach that's a lot of fun Jake and shrink down if you try. There's going to be a lot of races cuz we can't stand these people they do nothing so you wonder who owns the racetrack and how you can get over there it would be nice cuz the prison's there we need to research it I'm going to do the fog routine he wants it we have to start this program and really it takes a lot more ships than just those three so they're trying to gather them all over the place it's not hard to hide them but it's not massively easy either and we're going after people trying to grab them and so are they and he appreciates my help Salazar and caught his wife say
I say it's wonderful and we're working together and we're getting things done and I don't be mean but you better go check your food
Hera
There's a lot more going on but basically dessert are striking very hard all of the East Coast all the way to and including DC and the crushing them and the space Marines are going to come in shortly they can't figure out what they're looking at they're trying to figure out where the ships are how they get there it's just not working and Tommy f is trying to get other people to help him with Intel and they won't and they're going to move in me and so ships are moving now and we're moving into position shortly and yeah that's right starcraft and Warhammer begin now it's a huge genre and although you think it's Gary Stone and it actually is it's not stan we said it before it's a Mac and he's really a mean person and that was who Gary Stone was he's like oblivious and he has dan do stuff and he has Stan do stuff it's not very dumb but. Is that watching her son criticizing and bothering him I'll see the exploded in the city can't say that about me now it's about 10 minutes ago, nothing was said or other until now so he's a little bit of a weirdo and a loser now I'm saying it because you said that and we're going to crush him
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Not really, no, but I imagine it’s a great deal more difficult in this state.
#lotro#this guy is too much#this quest is so funny i love it#unfortunately i appear to have overpopulated my quest log#brb sir i need to go#speak to haldir in lothlorien#then i will return straight away to help you with your ridiculous problems
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thoughst on reader having a poly relationship with adrian and chris because I know damn well those two are in love
so this goes one of two ways
either you’re the straight forward, no-nonsense, practical, intelligent, levelheaded glue that keeps everyone together.
or you’re even worse than the two of them combined.
if you’re a more calm, nurturing, loving partner, the both of them would drift towards you for obvious reasons.
mostly unspoken reasons i think, i don’t believe either of them actively prioritise logic or composure, but subconsciously they can’t help but drift towards you - the serene, all-knowing puzzle piece they’ve been missing all along.
it’d probably mean they’d fight over you a lot, only getting properly heated occasionally, but they’d both crave your attention, addicted to your unwavering kindness and love and eventually (again, subconsciously) wanting to learn how return it to you.
you’d end up being the approving authority between the three of you, and sometimes it might grow weary being the decider every single night on whether you’re watching fargo or WWE, or the unofficial mediator on whether you guys are listening to Wig Wam or Aqua in the car, but it’s always made clear that its just because they value your opinion and your wisdom so, so deeply.
now, if you’re on the other end of the spectrum and you fancy yourself more of a human tornado (heyooooo), they’re absolutely drawn to your chaos.
despite the fact that they’re both utter goofballs, it’s not uncommon for things to get tense between chris and adrian. and your presence nips that angst right in the bud.
they’re arguing over who broke your favourite coffee mug? no problem, let’s take the rest of the dishes outside and smash them too, you wanted new ones anyway.
a dispute breaks out over who steals the blankets at night? you can barely hear it as you’re burrito-ed inside the entire thing, grabbing their attention with muffled laughter.
now certain things, regardless of your role, would be somewhat the same.
the middle spot? that was yours, save for special occasions like when adrian dropped his slinky out the car window or chris had another vinyl-induced meltdown.
the group chat? would have the most ridiculous name and icon possible, each of you stuck with the dumbest, cheesiest nicknames. (the emoji was always the mermaid, though. no exceptions)
the sex? oh my god the sex.
chris is definitely the roughest. i mean, look at the size of him, he could scoop you and adrian up by the scruff like two wet kittens out of a puddle, one for each arm. many a night would be spent under his control, swapping spit with adrian every so often, in between fighting over who got to fuck chris first.
adrian is by far the nastiest. he’d cum all over himself, free from any form of touch if you and chris tied him up and fastened him to the headboard, unable to do anything but squirm and whine as he watched chris fuck your brains out at the other end of the bed.
and man would they love a fucking spit roast. it was the one thing they could do harmoniously every time, not once arguing about who’s turn it was to fuck you where.
when it was chris’ turn to fuck you, adrian would be on the highly pleasurable receiving end of your muffled cries. chris’ size meant you could never just hold them in, and thankfully so - adrian would be left gasping at the sensation of your throat vibrating around him as his hands yanked at your scalp.
when adrian fucked you, he always fucked you with no mercy, jackhammering away as his pelvis harshly smacked against your ass. chris would never complain though, it was less work for him; adrian’s animalistic pace meant that chris barely had to move in order to facefuck you.
all in all, writing this has truly destroyed me and it’s all i’ll ever want in my life ever so i guess i will be dying sad and alone <3
#THE LAST ONE IS /j#I JUST GOT SO INVESTED IN WRITING THAT OKAY#DONT LIE YOU WANT IT TOO#DONT TELL ME YOU DONT#IF YOU DO YOURE LYING AND A LIAR#peacemaker#peacemaker headcanons#peacemaker x reader#peacemaker smut#christopher smith#christopher smith headcanons#christopher smith smut#christopher smith x reader#vigilante#vigilante headcanons#vigilante smut#vigilante x reader#adrian chase#adrian chase headcanons#adrian chase smut#adrian chase x reader#peacemaker x vigilante#christopher smith x adrian chase#vigilmaker#headcanons#anon#ask#ask z
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infatuation
infatuation [noun. strong but not usually lasting feelings of love or attraction]
pairing: kamo choso/f!reader
summary: in a spurt of recklessness, you hire an escort to help you learn about relationships and intimacy. what you didn't expect was to fall in love with him along the way. [part of the kamo escorts collab]
wordcount: 23.3k
content/warnings: escorts au, slow burn, language, smut!!!, fluff, soft dom!choso, reader is very oblivious and painfully awkward, awkward firsts, dry humping, handjobs, oral sex (m + f receiving), fingering, uh somewhat public sex, loss of virginity, oral fixation, praise kink, lowercase is intended [VERY VERY UNEDITED]
a/n: hello here it is and finally done!!! i've been sitting at this for a week straight now and while i'm not super happy with it, it would've been a shame to just throw it out tbh. writing improvement is a slow progress after all! i'm dedicating this to @sukirichi who always hyped me up while i was writing this, happily welcomed me to the collab and who always supports my writing and i really appreciate it. thank you, from the bottom of my heart! (argh i have so many cut scenes that i ran out of space for dividers, sorry! hope the reading flow still makes sense though)
"that's what you were so worried about?" nobara looked at you incredulously, as if you grew two heads and asked for her firstborn. "you were scared that guys don't like you because you've never dated anyone?"
you let out an embarrassed whine, pushing at her arm in an attempt to get her to shut up. it wasn't your fault that she jumped to (multiple and very wrong) conclusions when you'd called her and maki, asking them to meet up so you could ask for advice. even maki looked mildly amused, patting your head apologetically. you were well aware of how ridiculous your issue sounds - the topic of dating had always made you anxious. you came from a very wealthy family that always sheltered and protected you from everything. you were their precious little girl after all; your father would rather drop dead than have you mingle with people who didn't treat you well and didn't deserve you. they meant well and it had never been an issue until you moved out to attend university (your parents had acted like you were leaving to travel the world and would never return, when really, you only moved two hours away from home).
even though nobara, maki and you had quickly become friends after you'd met at an event, you were wary to tell them about your background. it worried you, knowing how some people would treat you differently just to get on your good side and use you, so you opted to skirt around it as much as possible. it took you months until you opened up to them when you finally mustered up enough courage and trust to do so. they kept your secrets ever since, always protecting you and looking out for you. you were truly glad to be their friend. the two of them had grown suspicious when you kept declining their invites to join them for parties or to simply go to a bar and you were slowly starting to feel more and more guilty until you couldn't take it anymore and just confessed, asking them for advice.
"so that's why you're nervous even around inumaki," nobara concluded, propping her chin up in thought. "i didn't think your parents would be this protective. do they know that you want to start dating now?"
"no…" you confessed, fidgeting in your seat. "my dad, he um- he means well and usually has a good radar when he says that a guy doesn't deserve me. but i thought it was time to venture out on my own. it's good to have some experience, right?"
"i mean you're not wrong but i don't want you to be asking for advice simply because you feel pressured about dating since everyone else is doing it," maki retorted, giving you a concerned look.
you quickly shook your head. it wasn't that you felt pressured about not having any experience yet. you didn't necessarily want to admit to them that you were a hopeless romantic and liked the idea of being with someone; in the end, it was your own decision to venture. men made you nervous, you didn't know how to act around them and the thought of approaching a stranger by yourself was too scary. maybe it was a better idea to find someone to show you the ropes first, you felt embarrassed about your lack of knowledge and skills and - it wouldn't hurt to have some kind of dating training, right?
"i mean, technically, you could just ask one of the guys to take you out on a fake date. i'm sure megumi wouldn't mind," nobara was already pulling out her phone, making you grabbing her hand in panic and furiously shaking your head.
"i don't want to get them involved in this! it would make things pretty awkward and that's the last thing i would want. isn't there any other solution?" you explained quietly, playing with the hem of the dress. you felt bad for rejecting all their suggestions but you simply didn't want to be a burden to your other friends either.
"well," nobara and maki looked at each other grinning. "you could hire a fake boyfriend."
"really? you can hire tho-"
"escorts, y/n, escorts," nobara pushed her phone over to you, pointing on the screen. frowning, you read the little description. kamo escorts. you'd never thought about hiring someone, let alone knew enough about the topic. judging from nobara's face, she seemed to be well versed and it made you slightly suspicious.
"it's the easiest way for you and you have enough money to pay for their service. it's convenient, you can adjust it to your schedule and they'll send someone who fits your preferences. you choose the spot for your date and they'll make it happen, right? it's perfect and you don't have to worry about getting anyone involved," she explained, tapping at the bottom of the screen. "just give them a call, they'll walk you through the entire process. if you don't like it, you can find someone else or just abort mission."
"what do you mean they'll send someone who fits my preferences?" it did sound like an easy process, almost too easy. something was bound to go wrong, you could feel it. "i don't even know what my preferences are, so how could they possibly-"
"y/n, you might be blind but we are not," maki flicked your forehead playfully, she was more perceptive than you. "if you want, you can call them right now and we'll help you with the preferences, okay? maybe that'll ease your nerves a little."
"now?" you squeaked, eyes widening in horror. you weren't prepared at all; when you invited them over you were only planning to gather advice and then act on it.
"yeah! come on, it'll be fun and it's not like they can see your face," nobara grinned and was already dialing the number, moving away from you agilely before you could snatch the phone out of her hands. you wanted the earth to swallow you, why did they think that this was a good id-
"good evening, thank you for calling kamo escorts. my name is ijichi, how may i help you?" a male voice sounded from the phone, you instinctively dove behind the couch but maki was quicker and pulled you back with one fluid motion. curse her strength and speed.
"yes, hi, my friend here would like to hire an escort but she's too shy to do so, so we're helping her with the entire process. i hope you don't mind?"
"if it helps to ease the nerves, not at all."
nobars nudged you, holding the phone out. you pouted at her, shaking your head like a stubborn child. she rolled her eyes and pushed the phone into your hand forcefully, making you panic as you didn't want ijichi hearing your wrangling.
"um, yes, i- i'd like to hire someone but- ah nobara already mentioned that! it's for… for dates! i just need someone to go on dates with me."
"i see. is this a formal event?"
"n-no! i just need dating training of sorts, so casual is fine… if i do need to attend a formal event in the future, would that be a problem?"
"not at all, simply let us know when booking. our escorts are trained to be able to adapt to any situation and event, there is nothing you need to worry about, miss. do you have any specific preferences?"
"uh i-"
nobara leaned over your shoulder. "she prefers more mature guys! someone who's caring and attentive, someone who's not too outgoing and loud, it has to match her energy! since this is date training, there's probably going to be a lot of awkwardness so we'll need someone who is patient too. someone who can act like the best boyfriend to ever boyfriend. as for looks, i think she's fine with everything- although wait, maybe dark hair. yep, dark hair."
you couldn't believe her, she practically directed the entire call for you as if she'd made a plan beforehand, knowing that it would come to this. there was no doubt that she'd had this in mind, this was nobara after all. maki, on other hand, was watching you amused; she didn't usually engage in whatever shenanigans nobara was up to but she was always a bystander who very much enjoyed your reaction just now.
"miss, do you agree with the listed preferences?" ijichi asked after a moment of silence. you could hear him typing and occasionally scribbling on paper.
"yeah, yes, that's fine. is it possible to book him on weekends? i don't know if this is going to work out just yet so maybe once a week on fridays? i've never done this before so yeah."
"that is doable, yes. if you wish to engage in sexual relations, you may discuss it with your escort. these services come at an additional cost, of course."
"i don't-"
nobara interrupts you again, smirking at you cheekily. "it would be beneficial, so please take that into consideration when choosing the escort!"
"alright, thank you," ijichi went silent for a minute while he was organizing the files and schedules. "there are some possible candidates with whom i have to check with first. i will get back to you, should they agree to the job. after that we can exchange personal information and contacts so we can discuss the matter further."
"okay um. thank you, mr ijichi, i appreciate your help," you thanked him bashfully, giving him your number before thanking him again. you were already so deep in thought that you didn't even listen to his reply. now you've really gone and done it. were you crazy? what if your parents found out? they'd riot and be immensely disappointed in you. getting some dating experience through dating an escort, only nobara could ever come up with something like this.
"how do you feel?" maki inquired and rubbed your shoulders in concern, seeing how quiet you suddenly grew. weakly shrugging with your shoulders, you grasped the fabric of your shirt and nervously fiddled with it. the entire ordeal filled you with anxiety, a myriad of thoughts circling in your brain. it was the first time doing something "reckless" and it left you feeling nauseous.
"i'm not sure." you hesitated. "i'm curious to see how it goes but it just makes me really nervous. how do i act around him? and what if he finds me weird?"
"i don't think he's going to think you're weird just because you get nervous around guys. and besides, ijichi said he'd find the perfect guy for you, yeah? don't worry about it too much. if you don't feel comfortable after the first date, we'll figure something out."
"i guess so… um, but you guys don't mind accompanying me to it? just to make sure it's not some weird guy?" upon seeing your hopeful face, the two girls couldn't say no - of course not, you were their precious, innocent friend. as amusing as this situation was to them, they wanted nothing more than to support you and see you happy as well. you had already done a tiny step out of your little, sheltered world and much more was to come.
the ring of your phone nearly scared you to death, making you drop the book you were holding. quietly cursing, you picked it up and placed it on the table before answering the phone. who was even calling you at this time? everyone knew you were busy in the evening, slaving away on your assignments. it must be really important to interrupt your workflow like this- you almost dropped your phone in shock when you recognized ijichi's voice on the other side. admittedly, you forgot about the entire ordeal and didn't expect him to get back to you so soon. "good evening, ms y/n. i'm calling you regarding your inquiry so we can finalize all the details."
"u- uhm yes! thank you for calling!"
although ijichi was kind and patient, you were still nervous as you scribbled the details on a piece of paper. your escort's name was choso, he was a few years older than you and his schedule was very flexible. there wasn't more info, ijichi had announced that choso would call you as soon as possible. dread filled your stomach - it was nerve wracking to meet new people, not to mention someone you hired to be your fake boyfriend for the day. and now that you knew he was calling, all focus and concentration was thrown out the window. silently, you sat at the table and stared at your phone, waiting for the screen to light up. maki and nobara didn't need to know about this new development just yet as you wanted to navigate this on your own before telling them.
not too long after, your phone rang again, an unknown number flashing across the screen. it had to be him. even though you mentally prepared yourself for minutes, the anxiety came back full force. with trembling hands, you picked up, holding your breath as you waited for an answer. a deep, rather dulcet voice greeted you from the other side. you liked the sound of his voice, it almost put you at ease if it wasn't for your mind that constantly reminded you what was going on. you hastily introduced yourself to him and told him why you were requesting his services. the entire time, he was silent and let you speak - although you appreciated that he didn't interrupt you, every second that was passed in silence agonized you.
"hello y/n, my name is choso and i'll be your escort for the time being. ijichi told me you were looking for someone to pose as your fake boyfriend?"
"ah, uh yes sort of! i don't… have any experience when it comes to boyfriends and that kind of stuff. and i- i just wanted to learn what it's like to d- date and- and," your voice got smaller and smaller, until it was a mere whisper that was filled with all kinds of embarrassment that you felt. you couldn't help it, hopefully choso was still able to decipher what you were explaining. "you know, k- kissing and all that stuff. i've never done it with anyone before."
"i see," choso paused for a second, making your heart race. "i can't say i've had this situation before but i'm confident in my skills to guide you through this. before we first meet, let's set some boundaries so you feel comfortable at all times, okay?"
you hummed and nodded, although he couldn't see you over the phone. choso sounded like what nobara had described your ideal type - ijichi really had delivered and chosen the best possible match. choso knew what to say and how to steer the conversation in such a way that it didn't make you feel helpless or anxious. and you, in turn, felt like you could trust him with this issue.
"y- yes! uhm when i first called ijichi, a friend of mine helped me with the process and requested someone who was comfortable with sexual relations but… uh, to be honest, i never thought of requesting them. i'm not entirely sure if i want to do it either… i want to approach this in a slow manner, as slow as possible."
"alright, i can work with that. as for our first meeting, have you picked a time and location?"
you sighed in relief. choso seemed like a really nice and understanding person, leaving most of the options up to you. you knew it was part of his job but it felt nice to know that he was so forthcoming and accommodating. for the first date, you’d chosen a nice restaurant that had good reviews and little private booths. even though there was no way your father would ever magically appear and find out about your escapades, you were still trying to be secretive and cautious. the restaurant was situated in a widespread estate with beautiful gardens, the perfect spot to take stroll after dinner. in all the romance books you’d consumed, these type of dates seemed to be very popular - you thought to yourself why not? as you discussed your plans with him, you briefly wondered what he looked like. it felt weird asking him about it and you'd meet him soon anyways. maybe he looked like what you thought his personality was - like a prince charming? the prince that your dad had always assured you would come along. a small giggle left your lips at the thought of it; it was silly to believe it would turn out to be the love of your life. though it made you giddy thinking of your prince charming.
“is everything okay?”
“ah sorry, everything’s fine! i just had a silly thought a moment ago, that’s all,” reassuring choso quickly, you rubbed your cheeks in embarrassment. he must’ve thought that you were going crazy. “anyways, thank you for um, everything. i feel more comfortable now that i’ve discussed the details with you, thank you for being so patient. i look forward to meeting you!”
on the other end, choso hesitated, startled by your sudden enthusiasm when you were rather shy and timid before. it seemed that you were willing to open up a little more. he was curious himself, never having dealt with such a case before. usually, only experienced people who were looking for eye candy to accompany them to fancy events would hire him. he couldn’t imagine what you were like before meeting - it was nicer to get to know you in person after all, for the sake of a date setting. still, how were you able to afford the services? considering you were most likely a college student, he couldn’t fathom what lengths you went just to gain some experience. though he supposed, he shouldn’t judge you too quickly.
“i look forward to meeting you as well. see you on saturday, y/n.”
for hours you’d gone back and forth between outfits - casual? or more cute? maybe a mix of both? maki wasn’t much of a help either, mostly just giving you a thumbs up for every outfit while nobara had something to criticize about every outfit. you sighed, tossing yet another shirt onto the heaping pile of clothes. it was hard trying to impress someone that you didn’t know. the last item on your list was a simple, flowy dress and it seemed to be the best fit. you didn’t want to agonize over the choices any longer, seeing that the date was inching closer and closer. maki looked like she was bored out of her mind as well, scrolling through her phone as she was lounging on your couch with nobara. “are you sure you’ll be fine?” maki questioned you again. she was relieved about your good mood, how you were less apprehensive about the entire ordeal. when you first told them about choso after the phone call, you sounded slightly excited and were gushing about how nice he had been. you were hopeful that you could learn a lot from him. however, maki couldn’t help but worry about you, constantly making sure you were feeling okay.
“i’m sure i’ll be fine, don’t worry! we agreed to just have dinner today and let me test the waters… we’re really just doing whatever i feel comfortable doing for now,” you explained to the two of them, smoothing out the dress before grabbing your bag. “so yeah, i’m ready, i think. i mean if anything was to happen, i’ll let you know right away. i really have to go now though, you guys coming?”
nobara made a noise of protest, not wanting to get up from your bed which promptly earned her a nudge from maki. you giggled at your friend’s antics, grasping her arm to pull her up. as lighthearted and happy as you acted, you tried to hide your nervousness in front of your friends. worrying them did no good. as the three of you made your way to the restaurant, you checked your phone to see a text message from choso who asked to meet you in front of the building. you agreed, telling him that you would be there soon. the phone pinged again, choso had sent you a simple smiley. it made you grin a little, earning a suggestive glance from nobara whom you gently shoved.
"text us if anything happens, yeah? we can also pick you up afterwards so don't worry about it," maki reminded you again as you rounded the corner of the street, stopping mere meters in front of the restaurant so you could say goodbye to them. again, you reassured them that you would do as they suggested. you would be fine, because after all, choso was a professional. waving at your friends’ retreating figures, you slowly walked towards the entrance and let your eyes wander. the streets were busy, you couldn’t immediately make out anyone who was waiting in front of the restaurant. not that you really knew what choso looked like, you just hoped your search wouldn’t get more difficult with people waiting in the front. glancing at your reflection on the windows of a parking car, you made sure that you looked presentable and approachable.
“y/n?” your soul nearly left your body as you got startled by a deep voice behind you, now suddenly being aware of the figure behind you. whirling around, you almost hit the other person with your small bag with the swing. your eyes widened and you apologized profusely, fussing around to make sure the person was okay until you paused. wait a minute. this person knew your name. abruptly leaning back so you could look at the person’s face - they were very, very tall - you incredulously stared at them before spluttering: “c- choso? you’re choso?”
the taller male nodded, gently grasping your shoulders to steady you. on your bare skin, his hands felt scalding hot, making you painfully aware of how close you stood to each other. choso, for a lack of better terms, looked nothing like you’d expected but you couldn’t complain. he was attractive, very much so. he almost fit into the bad boy category, the type of men your dad would never let you close to. you felt inexplicably drawn to choso, like a moth to flames and you just couldn’t look away. he stared back at you, dark eyes glinting with concern as he took in your form. as your voice had suggested, you appeared to be a rather shy and timid person, looking at him like a deer in headlights. choso thought you were adorable, the way you were holding onto the sleeves of his shirt to not fall.
“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to hit you! you just really scared me there,” you apologized again, letting go of the fabric in embarrassment. luckily, he didn’t seem to mind, patiently waiting until you were composed again.
“don’t worry about it, i’m okay. it’s nice to finally meet you. should we head inside?” he offered you his arm which you gratefully took and followed him inside. truth to be told, you were starstruck by him, still too flabbergasted to say another word. thankfully, choso had picked up on your speechlessness, silently chuckling to himself as he led you to your private booth. you sat across from him, quietly thanking the waiter as he handed you the menu. eyes flitting back and forth between it and choso, you fiddled with the hem of your dress. what would you even talk about? you felt awkward, not knowing what to ask him; your confidence had suddenly vanished with the earlier incident.
“you look like you’re about to faint,” choso teased you, giving you a cheeky smile. “i’m not gonna bite you, i promise. i’m supposed to be your fake boyfriend, right? ask me whatever you want, just act like we’re good friends. it’ll get better with time.”
you nodded eagerly, face heating up at the mention of boyfriends. how does one even act around them without prior experience? let’s not dwell on it for too long, you thought to yourself. fidgeting on your seat, you pointed at the menu. "do you already know what you'll be getting? a lot of people online recommended their signature dish so i thought we could try it… but all of their dishes sound really good!"
“how about we order different dishes and try from each other then?” choso suggested in response, amusedly watching how your eyes lit up at his idea. you nodded quickly, delving back into the menu to find your desired dish. glancing over to his side to see what he was looking at, you then pushed your menu over to him, pointing at the dish you would be ordering. choso nodded in understanding, skimming the pages until he found a dish that complimented it. not wanting to let you wait any longer, he gave the waiter a sign, ordering for the two of you. across of him, you stayed quiet, still contemplating what to ask him.
“feel free to ask me anything,” choso reminded you again, propping his chin on his hand and leaned closer to you. “when you first get to know someone, dates are really just to spend time with each other and getting to know the other person. if there’s something you two have in common, you’ll just go from there and bond over it, yeah?”
humming in thought, you nodded and looked up at him. “so uhm… what do you like to do in your free time? i’m still in uni, so i spend most of my days studying. but i really like reading when i’m free and i also volunteer at an animal shelter. the pets there make me really happy!”
“my job takes up the majority of my time, so i try to spend time with family and friends as much as possible. my younger brother has gotten me into surfing and paddle boarding, i really enjoy doing that. what do you study, if i may ask?”
“i want to become a veterinarian in the future! it’s been my dream ever since i was younger, so yeah… you said you have a younger brother? i have an older sister but we don’t have much in common since she’s a lot older than me. but um surfing! so you spend a lot of time at the beach, right? i haven’t been there in a long time.”
“if you still wish to continue after today’s date, we could go to the beach next time? i can teach you, it’s not that difficult.”
surprised, your eyes widened at his suggestion. he seemed to be confident that there would be a next time and you couldn’t even deny that possibility. so far, you were easing into the conversation more and more - the process was more natural than the whole setting suggested. though he still made you nervous, he had been nothing but respectful of your space and friendly. not to mention that you were attracted to him as well; if you hadn’t hired him, you could imagine actually getting close to him.
"i- i'd love that." as you told him more about yourself and listened to his stories, you didn’t notice how much time had passed until the waiter suddenly appeared in front of you, presenting you the dishes. your mouth was watering at the sight of the delicious dishes, you couldn’t wait to dig in. quickly thanking the waiter, you then took a bite from the dish after he left. you sighed in satisfaction, taking your time to properly taste the first bite.
“this is so good, you need to try it!” you gushed, pushing your plate closer to the middle of the table. choso chuckled, sharing his plate with you as well. as you took in all the side dishes, he'd already taken it upon himself to pick up a smaller piece with his chopsticks, nudging it towards you. you looked at him confused, then back at the small piece of food. was he trying to-? carefully, you leaned in and let him feed you, confusion and hesitation immediately melting at the taste. the food made you happy, but the unusual intimacy and closeness that he just showed you wasn't lost in between the myriad emotions.
as you had dinner, the previous conversation continued. choso was a few years older than you, has been working in this industry for two years now and preferred coffee over tea. he disliked early mornings and liked to sleep in until noon. his most precious and valued object was a polaroid camera, he wanted to have photos commemorating important occasions or moments that were special to him. all these little details made you feel like he was less of an escort that you'd hired but more of a friend. much to your surprise, the conversation ran smoothly and there were no awkward, silent gaps. you supposed it was only natural; you felt comfortable with him so it was easy to talk. had it been any other guy who didn't understand you or your intentions so well, you probably would've closed up.
"do you want to take a stroll around the estate? i heard the gardens are really beautiful," you asked choso, a hopeful glint in your eyes. dinner was finished long ago, silence filled with light conversation and teasing from choso’s side. you weren’t sure where to go from this or how to suggest being… more intimate. choso had suggested you would go slow - but how slow was too slow? and if you were to go with the flow, when would be the right time?
“i would love to,” choso’s reply pulled you out of your thoughts, focusing your attention back to him. lost in your thoughts, you nodded and called a waitress over to pay the bill. you felt choso’s gaze on you, making you queasy. what did he think of you? or this entire ordeal? you wondered. as he stood up and moved behind you, you nearly jumped out of your skin when he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you out of the restaurant. the touch was unfamiliar, heavy and scalding even through your clothes, but not unwelcome. a strange feeling welled up in your chest, crawling its way up your throat, constricting it in such a way that it distracted you from coherent thoughts.
seeming to notice your conflict, choso stepped to the side, offering you his hand. you glanced at it, hesitating. “boyfriend experience, remember?” he grinned at you, patiently waiting until you took his hand. his hand was much bigger, almost entirely engulfing yours as you intertwined your fingers. gently swinging your arms back and forth with the flow, choso lead the way through the paths of the garden. having looked forward to it, you suddenly found yourself too distracted by him. the flowers and trees were beautiful and so were the statues but he was the one that caught your attention.
“my hands aren’t sweaty, are they?” you asked after a moment of silence, stopping to face choso. he laughed and shook his head, flicking your forehead gently.
“stop worrying about things too much, you’ll be fine. you don’t see me complaining, do you?”
“i mean that’s true… but i can’t help it! there’s just a lot to uh, think about…” your voice trailed off, you let his hand go to cover your face in embarrassment. choso inched closer to you, grasping your hands to pry them off your face. remaining stubborn, you pulled them back in, a giggle breaking from your lips when he tried again, playfully pinching your cheeks.
“want me to take your mind off said things?” he asked with a low voice, inching in further until your back hit a tree trunk behind you. he was so close, too too close. weakly, you pushed at his chest, trying to get him to back off. the sudden closeness that threw you off - your heart was racing at a million miles an hour, the endless possibilities dancing around your head. “how so?” your voice came out quiet and breathless, as if you were anticipating anything, something… his touch perhaps?
“do you feel comfortable with me?” without hesitating, you nodded in agreement. choso didn’t question you any further, simply gave you a knowing smile before diving in and pressing his lips against yours. instinctively, you stiffened, hands clenching around the fabric of choso’s shirt. breath caught up in your throat, you struggled to ease into it. you pulled away from him, squeezing your eyes shut in shame.
“i’m sorry that-”
“don’t apologize,” choso comforted you quickly, clasping your hands in his and intertwining them. thumbs gently rubbing the back of your hands, he lifted one of them to press a kiss against your knuckles. you blinked perplexed; your heart fluttered at the gesture. “don’t overthink it, there’s no science to it, yeah? just follow the flow, whatever feels good. we’ll go from there.”
giving you a moment to collect yourself, he leaned back in, silently waiting for permission. again, your breath hitched but this time, it wasn’t the nervousness. it was his eyes that drew you in, demanding all of your attention. dark, with unknown depths, that glimmered with mischief. ever so slightly, you tilted your head up to meet his lips. his warm lips pressed against yours, slowly testing the waters and letting you set the pace before deepening the kiss. now less hesitant, you kissed him back with more fervour, losing yourself in the feeling. it felt awkward and strange now that you let him guide you, leaving more space for you to ponder about the feeling that it evoked inside of you. you were glad he was holding your hands, otherwise you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. the kiss brought forth a pleasant, tingling feeling - the sort of feeling that pulled you in, lulling you in warmth.
when choso pulled away, you almost mewled in disappointment, chasing after him. he let out a breathy laugh, cupping your cheek. “how did that feel? was it okay?”
“y- yeah, i liked it. felt very strange at first but once i was able to ease into it, it was… more natural and felt really good,” you explained to him shyly, leaning into his hand. longingly, you gazed at him. would it be weird to ask for another kiss? you wanted explore the feelings more, the intimacy of it, wanted to feel more of him. as if sensing that you were craving more, choso leaned in again, stopping a few centimeters in front of your face. with a sudden surge of boldness, you closed the distance between you, leaning up to kiss him. choso's arm snaked around your waist, pressing you closer to his body. gradually your body felt hotter, a dull ache accompanying it, spreading across the expanse of your stomach.
before you could act on the urge, choso pulled away again, pressing an apologetic kiss to the corner of your lips. "sorry, i don't want to get too carried away and we're… uh in public," he laughed at your horrified expression upon realizing your mistake. "i take it that you're still comfortable with this? do let me know if it gets too overwhelming for you.”
“n- no, it’s fine! it was uh, an interesting insight. i just wasn’t expecting to really get into this, considering- considering i hired you for this and don’t really know you.”
choso hummed in agreement. “i guess there has to be at least a smidge of attraction for it to work, yeah?” you looked at him stunned, trying to decipher the look in his eyes. you couldn’t place it; couldn’t place the feeling of longing that was emerging in you. when he looked at you like that, it was difficult to remind yourself that he was just an escort that you hired for your personal problems. when he looked at you like that, it filled you with warmth, making you want to pretend that he really cared about you as if you were in a relationship.
“yeah… yeah, i guess so.”
nervously, you were twiddling with your phone, contemplating whether to text choso or not. after the last “date”, you felt confident enough in continuing your… relationship of sorts. he was great at guiding you, always making sure you were comfortable and moving at your pace. you did let him know that you would book another session, you just hadn’t set up a date or time yet. and casually texting him felt awkward. hey, how’s your day? oh by the way, i wanna book another session so we can make out haha? maybe calling was a better idea. there was no plan ahead, never did you think you would even get this far.
the dial tone made you nervous. you chewed on your bottom lip as you waited for him to pick up, bouncing your leg up and down. maybe he was busy? it was early in the afternoon after all, he was probably already out with other clients. “hello? y/n?” choso sounded groggy, his voice raspy and deep as if he’d just gotten up. it sent electric shocks right down your spine, raising goosebumps across your skin. never had you thought about a man’s morning voice before, but choso had you wondering, imagining. you spluttered: “oh hey uh are you busy? i’m not interrupting you with something, am i?”
“not at all, i just got up,” choso admitted with a quiet chuckle. “everything okay? are you calling in for another appointment?”
“ah, yeah! i thought that we worked quite well and there’s still a few more things i want to learn with you, if you’re up for it? if you’re comfortable with it too, of course!”
“mhmm, i wouldn’t mind,” choso pondered from the other side. sounds of rustling and a few clangs resounded before you could clearly hear his voice again. you were glad that he agreed to it, meaning that you weren’t entirely… hopeless in that department. for days, his words were ghosting around in your head, a constant reminder that he seemed to find you attractive as well. not that he showed it, staying professional despite the nature of your relationship. it was nice to imagine that someone would look at you like that, at your shy and timid self.
choso was meticulous about his work, working on every detail and concern until he was satisfied. even though he looked so easy going, from time to time he had to admit that he was a perfectionist and easily frustrated when something didn't go the way he expected. so when you rolled around, so innocently asking for help, it threw him off. the feelings of confusion grew when he first met you, unable to pinpoint the origin of this urge, possessive and demanding, reaching its tendrils out to you. the way you reached out to him for help, the fact that you wanted to continue, wanted him to teach you. it thrilled him to the core when it really should not. he had to remain professional. but he was curious, so curious. indulging a little wouldn't hurt, right?
to choso's surprise, the next venue you'd chosen was the own comfort of your home. you were barely acquaintances, more like strangers, and yet you felt confident to invite him here. at the phone you had told him that your friends thought you had weird ideas about dates due to only seeing glorified versions of them on tv shows and movies. it embarrassed you enough to take their advice, inviting choso over for a movie night as opposed to visiting another fancy venue with him. prior to the date, you went through movie suggestions and rented the ones that you thought were interesting and enjoyable for the two of you. despite your put together attire and look, your apartment did not reflect the sentiment. it was a little chaotic; books and paper stacking up in every free corner of the apartment, pens strewn across surfaces and here and there choso could spot memorabilia and photos.
you gave choso an apologetic look when you let him in. despite your best efforts to clean up, you were still not happy with the outcome. tidying wasn't your strong suit but you tried to make it as accommodating as possible. choso assured you that he didn't mind at all, telling you that it added to the charm of the apartment. it was unusual to have someone other than your friends or family in the apartment - your home was your sacred space that you rarely ever showed anyone else, let alone someone you had hired. choso took a seat on the couch, turning to look at you as you went to grab some glasses and drinks.
"i uh, told my friends about my plans and they just told me i have weird expectations of dates," you explained choso, placing the items you'd grabbed on the coffee table and rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. "they said it would probably just be better to have a simple movie night since a lot of people do that. and it would… make things a lot easier i- if we go fu- further…" the implication was hanging in the air, you didn't dare to speak them out. choso gave you a knowing smile, patting the empty space beside him. gingerly, you sat next to him, squeaking in surprise when he snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you to his side. with wide eyes, you stared at him, still trying to wrap your head around the casual close proximity with the taller male.
wordlessly, you started a random movie, trying to focus on it. throughout the duration of it, choso would ask you questions about your day, how uni was going or whether you felt comfortable. you couldn't focus, not with him being so close. how you made it through the first movie you didn't know. you were hyper aware of choso's wandering hands, the ghost touches his fingers left, how he absentmindedly rubbed your legs that were resting on his lap. straining to keep your eyes on the screen, your neck already felt stiff from the tension.
"i can tell that you're distracted, you know?" choso hummed, hands squeezing your legs gently to catch your attention. pretending to not be affected by it, you shook your head. you didn't want to show him that you wanted to proceed, not yet.
"i'm trying to concentrate," you shushed him quietly, playfully pushing at his arm but still not looking over to him. silence. you assumed you'd convinced him that there was nothing wrong until you felt his hands innocently move a little higher, rubbing the top of your thighs. clenching your fists, you stayed put, unwavering in your resolve. choso's hands wandered, alternating between featherlight touches to using more pressure. he kept his eyes on you, gauging your reactions to him. you brought your hand up to cover half of your face. it was embarrassing, the way your breath came out laboured in response. without warning, arms were hooked under your knees, dragging you across the couch and seated you on his lap. you made a noise in protest, now finally paying attention to him. choso wasn’t sure why but it had bothered him that you were so adamant on keeping your attention on the movie as opposed to keeping your eyes on him.
choso wasn’t sure why but he craved your attention, wanted you to look at him only. his resolve crumbled when you looked at him with wide eyes, grasping the sleeves of his shirt to steady yourself. he couldn’t help but kiss you, swallowing your surprised mewl before you returned the kiss. pleased at your eagerness, he gradually deepened the kiss, licking at the seams of your lips. you gasp in surprise and parted your lips slightly, whimpering in anticipation. it felt unfamiliar and yet thrilling at the same time, fueling and flaring up the dull ache in the pit of your stomach. before choso could go any further, you pulled away and hid your face in the crook of his neck. “what’s wrong? did i go too far?” he questioned concerned, rubbing your back in soothing circles.
“no, no, not at all,” reassuring him quickly, you awkwardly turned in his lap, legs still thrown over it. “i uh just wanted to try to take initiative myself, figure things out without getting hints from you… if that’s okay?”
a sigh of relief left choso’s lips. silently, he gave you his approval and leaned back, watching as you shuffled clumsily. finally, you straddled his lap and placed your hands on his chest. in the dim light, you couldn’t make out his face expression - choso was glad that you couldn’t, otherwise you would have been able to see how much it was affecting him, how he was slowly losing his composure and control around you. but this was about you, he was there to help you explore this type of intimacy. releasing another shaky breath, you then leaned in and softly kissed him. you kept a languid tempo, slowly and surely cracking his restraint. trying to mirror what he’d done earlier, you pushed further, timidly licking into his mouth as he parted his lips.
seemingly not being able to hold back anymore, choso pushed against you with equally as much fervour, gripping your chin and tilting your head ever so slightly. his lips moved against yours, sucking your bottom lip, eliciting a whimper from you. again the ache in the pit of your stomach was flaring up, uncomfortable and yearning for relief; you moved against his lap, pressing your body against his when your crotch dragged against the bulge in his jeans. choso groaned, hands flying to grasp your hips and steady you.
dazed, you gave him a confused look. choso cleared his throat, lifting his hips ever so slightly so you could feel his arousal again. when the realization hit you, your face heated up - you were surprised to find out that he felt aroused… by you.
“oh.”
“yeah.” choso retorted dryly, hands rubbing at his face in embarrassment. “fuck, i’m so sorry. it wasn’t meant to get out of hand like this, i don’t know how far you planned ahead for today but i-”
“uhm if you don’t mind…” you hesitated. but curiosity simply got the better of you, you wanted to see him breathless and feel as hot and bothered as you did. “could i uhm. you know? give you a handjob? only if you don’t mind because i want to know how to please uhm, please people.”
choso swore under his breath. you had no idea how painfully hard you were making him. quietly encouraging you, he leaned in to kiss you again and guided your hands to his jeans. you fumbled with the button and zipper, hands trembling slightly. it took you a few tries until you were finally able to unzip his pants, a giggle left your lips at the thought of how clumsy you were. your hands gently rubbed at the tent in his boxers, breath hitching as choso’s hips jerked. gaining some courage, you slightly put on more pressure and watched fascinated when choso’s fingers digged into the fleshy skin of your hips in anticipation. slowly, you pulled the waistband of his boxers down until it revealed his cock. choso hissed at the cold air that was biting at his skin.
carefully, you wrapped your hand around the shaft, marvelling at how the skin felt on your hands. sensing your cluelessness, choso wrapped his larger hand around yours and guided you into a slow rhythm to get you used to the movement. sucking in a deep breath between his teeth, he praised you: “you’re doing good, y/n. fuck, you’re being such a good girl.”
your heart soared at the praise. eagerly, you leaned up to kiss him, still stroking him in slow movements. choso moaned against your lips, the deep sound spurring you on, eager to hear more of his reactions. when you finally felt more comfortable continuing on your own, choso pulled his hands away and instead settled them on the small of your back, sliding them down until they were resting on your bum. you wrapped your other hand around him as well and paid attention to his reactions, adjusting the pressure and pace accordingly. choso buried his face in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet praises in between his moans. eventually your name left his lips; it set your entire body in flames, desperate want clinging onto your bones.
“fuck, i’m close,” he groans against the skin of your neck, hips rutting up to meet your movements more frantically now. you weren’t entirely sure what to do, opting to simply match the pace. shudders wrecked through choso’s body as he came, warm cum painting your small hands and running down your fingers. he was panting, leaning back against the couch and watching you with hooded eyes. the sight in front of you stirred something inside of you - choso’s flushed face, the slight sheen of sweat on his skin, his kiss-bitten lips. with curiosity, you inspected the liquid on your hand. lazily, choso grasped your wrist, holding them away from you. “‘m sorry. do you have a tissue?”
you tilted your head, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater with your other hand. “uh i- i’ve heard from others… um. can i try?” you asked quietly. choso’s grip on your wrist weakened; he gave you an incredulous look, as if you few two heads. out of all things, he didn’t expect you to suggest that. fuck, he felt the blood rushing right back down to his cock. just the thought of you, doing that - it was enough to make him cum again. “go ahead, if you feel like it,” choso whispered in a low voice. dark urges overcame him again, begging him to give in, to make you bend to his will, to submit, to-
his thoughts came to a screeching halt when he saw you unashamedly pop a finger in your mouth, licking the come from it. there wasn’t any reaction from you really, you gave him a sheepish smile afterwards and gratefully took the tissue he offered you. he helped you wipe your hands, diving in for another kiss. “sorry, i think i just short circuited,” choso laughed embarrassedly, another kiss was pressed to your temple. “that was just… uh- fuck.”
“r- really?” you stammered, hiding your face in your hands. “it’s okay if it wasn’t that great for you, it was my first time after all, i-”
choso hushed you, going for another open mouthed kiss, eliciting a whimper from you. “yeah, really. fuck, the things i want to do to you,” he shook his head, not wanting to get sidetracked again. “but this is about you. we’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable. did you feel like you learned enough for today?”
“mh- hmm. thank you,” you leaned your head against his chest, closing your eyes as a sudden tiredness washed over you. choso’s fingers dancing across your skin were slowly lulling you into a comfortable slumber. “what is it that you want to do to me? will you show me one day?”
choso cursed, shivers running down his spine.
“if you want to, of course.”
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now that you’d met choso a couple of times, it was pretty obvious that you took some liking to him. after that fateful day, nothing else had happened as you wanted to work on easing into relationship dynamics and feeling less insecure about things - choso had been nothing but sweet and mindful about it, even went out of his way to find suitable locations for your dates. somewhere along the way you had started to text more casually, the strictly business type texting long forgotten. gradually, the two of you opened up to each other, the lines between escort and client slowly blurring and intertwining.
choso had promised to pick you up after your shift at the animal shelter for your next date; for today he had suggested you come over to his place for a change. the thought that he was willing to let you in his home, let you have a glimpse into his personal life, it made you giddy with anticipation. despite getting closer to each other, he remained a mysterious person and you didn't want to pry. after all, you were merely his client. but what if you were more- patting your cheeks to put some sense back into you, you leaned down to pet the dogs. unbeknownst to you, choso had already entered the building and watched you with a soft smile as you gave each of the dogs their deserved belly rubs before you left.
you didn't take any notice of him until some of the dogs perked up and carefully trudged over to sniff at the stranger. turning around on your heels, your eyes widened as you took in choso's tall figure. you quickly apologized, telling him that you would be joining him right away to which he simply shook his head and reassured you that you were fine. your co-workers were eyeing choso curiously, one of them wiggling their eyebrows at you. in response, you waved it off, too embarrassed to set the record straight. choso looked so awfully much like a boyfriend in this moment - the way he was dressed in casual clothes that accentuated his physical features so well, the soft smile he gave you as he offered you his hand to take, the way he sounded genuinely interested and curious when he asked you about your day.
silently, you took his hand and followed him out of the building - you could feel your co-workers’ inquisitive gazes like laser beams on your back. while they were never particularly nosy about your personal life, it was unusual that someone would pick you up from work; much less someone that you seemed to be romantically interested in. surely, they would grill you the next time you would return to work. “they think you’re my boyfriend,” you explained to choso sheepishly, glancing down at your intertwined hands. choso squeezed your hand and nudged your side gently. “am i not?” he winked at you cheekily, making your face heat up. he had asked in such a serious voice that you’d briefly questioned yourself.
“n- no, not really,” you replied quietly, looking away from him. choso reached around you to open the car door for you. in the window reflection you could see his face expression; it was rather somber, almost as if your words had hurt him in a way. the emotion was gone from his face when you blinked. maybe you had just imagined it. getting close to him on that level was unattainable, no matter how you twisted it. it just wasn't right.
the car ride was mostly quiet, only the sound of choso's car playlist accompanying you. somewhere along the way he had reached out to intertwine your fingers, resting his hand on your thigh. holding hands was almost natural to you now, the way his hands automatically sought out yours whenever possible. in response, your heart was racing, filling with the all too familiar feeling of yearning. whether you were simply yearning for the intimacy and closeness of a relationship or for him, you weren't entirely sure. while choso had told you about himself for the sake of the fake dating, there were still unknown facettes. it was impossible for you to get to know all of him, not when he was selling a fantasy to you. and yet, you found yourself craving more of him, beyond what he was willing to show you.
choso parked his car in the garage, turning his body sideways so he could look at you. "you okay? you look like you were quite lost in thoughts," he hummed curiously, rubbing circles on the back of your hand. what could you possibly answer to that? hey i'm questioning our fake relationship and it's going beyond what i expected? abruptly, choso hoisted you across the seat onto his lap as if you'd weighed nothing. "a penny for your thoughts? or should i take your mind off things?"
"i- i think i would… rather not talk about it," you whispered quietly, gaze skirting away from his eyes. choso frowned, slightly irritated - he had a small inkling why he reacted this way but banned the thought to the back of his head. he understood that as a client, you wouldn't disclose details of your private life to him. but he found it difficult to circumvent your dropping mood when he couldn't tell what was going on.
"i understand," choso was about to open the door when you suddenly cupped his chin and dove in for a kiss. he was caught off guard - rarely did you ever initiate kisses, usually shyly asking beforehand. feeling bold, you pressed you pressed your hips down, grinding against his crotch. choso groaned, gripping your hips to guide you while thrusting his hips up to meet yours. he enjoyed how you shuddered at the newfound pleasure, the delicious friction making your toes curl. "does baby want me to take her mind off things?" he murmured with a raspy voice, peppering kisses across your jaw.
"please," you mewled needily, hands grabbing onto his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. choso complied, sliding his hand up to tangle in your hair and gently pulled at it, tilting your head back. you were panting by the time he was moving down the column of your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. lower and lower, until he reached the top of your breasts; with swift movements, he yanked your shirt and bra upso , pressing open mouthed kisses to them before wrapping his lips around your nipple. your voice cracked as you moaned his name, hands flying up to bury your hands in his hair. distracted by the ministrations, you didn’t notice choso’s free hand sliding down your front until you feel the coldness of his hands on your skin. you squirmed, giggling at the cool sensation - the giggle died abruptly when he dove lower, fingers rubbing your clothed pussy languidly.
“c- choso! we’re still in the g- garage, people can see!” you stuttered scandalized, tugging at the tips of his hair to grab his attention. choso simply hummed, carrying on as if you hadn’t just told him your concerns. rubbing circles on your clit, he watched with satisfaction how your legs were trembling, writhing in pleasure. just the sight of you - hickeys on your neck, slightly swollen lips, shirt pushed up to reveal your tits, his hands down your pants - it was so arousing and thrilling, he almost didn’t want to stop.
“the windows are tinted and no one’s around at this time… do you really want me to stop?” he murmured with a low voice, fingers pushing your panties to the side to gather the slick up on his fingers. “look at you, how much you’re craving it. the want is written all over your face, baby. do you want to stop now?”
before you know it, choso’s hand is suddenly hovering over your face, fingers glimmering with your arousal. you shot him a dazed look, confusion evident on your face. “open,” he instructed softly, slowly and carefully sliding his fingers in your mouth. almost instinctively, your hands gingerly grasped his wrist. your lips wrapped around them, tasting the liquid curiously. his breath hitched, blood shooting down his groin - fuck, you were going to kill him. tentatively, he thrusted his fingers, slow enough so he could gauge your reaction to it. you didn’t know what it was - the taste of yourself, the weight of his fingers on your tongue, the way he was looking at you with hooded eyes and a hungry expression on his face; it made you squirm, eagerly for more. choso immediately took notice of your sudden mood shift. barely noticeable, your hips were rocking back and forth as you sucked on his fingers, cleaning them of your slick.
with a pop, choso removed his fingers. you whimpered his name, gasping in relief when he slid them back down, moving your panties to the side. his thumb found your clit, rubbing the little nub gently in slow circles. as if he was in no hurry and unbothered by the prospect that someone could actually spot you, he continued his ministrations. your legs jerked, threatening to close when you felt his fingers prod at your entrance. excruciatingly slow, he sunk a finger into you. the feeling was unfamiliar, almost uncomfortable at first. seizing up, you clenched around the finger. “relax, ease into it,” choso whispered reassuringly, capturing your lips in a kiss. “it’ll feel good, i promise.”
choso inserted a second finger, letting you get used to the feeling of them. the kisses he was peppering on your chest were distracting you from the burning stretch, creating a confusing mix between pain and pleasure. “how are you feeling?”
“f- feels good, i- i-” you were struggling to form coherent sentences, too focused on how he was lapping at your nipples, sucking and kissing them gently. “y- you can continue…”
steadily, choso started to thrust his fingers into you - gradually, the burn was disappearing and replaced by a delicious stretch, pleasure that was spreading throughout your body and setting your nerves on fire. desperately clinging onto his shirt, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. choso placed a kiss on the crown of your head, whispering sweet praises and telling you what a good girl you were. it felt good, so good but something was missing, you needed something, maybe more. you started begging and despite blabbering nonsensical things, choso understood what you were asking of him. his fingers hit a peculiar spot inside of you when he curled them, making you jerk in surprise. “o- oh!” again and again, choso was hitting the spot, making you writhe on his lap.
something was building up in the pit of your stomach, like a tightened coil that was about to snap at any time. panicking slightly, you grabbed choso’s hand and tried to close your legs, wiggling away from him: “h- hey wait, i-” another moan broke from your lips when choso sealed your lips with his and wrapped his arm around your waist, locking you in place. “it’s okay, let go, baby. cum for me,” he whispered against your lips, sinking his fingers in you one last time. and then the coil snapped, the high crashing over you like a riptide, so blinding and intense that it took you a while to come down from it. your thighs were still trembling by the time you came back to your senses, ripples of pleasure still cursing through you.
you slump against choso's chest, exhausted from the intensity of your orgasm but feeling wonderfully blissed out. choso removed his hand from you, licking your arousal from his fingers before wiping them off on a paper towel. he brushed his fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "how are you feeling? can you move?"
"my legs feel like jelly," your voice came out muffled, face still pressed into his chest. "'m feeling good though. that was… really nice."
"i'll carry you upstairs," choso declared matter-of-factly, hoisting you up so he could carry you. you slung your arms around his neck, pecking the side of his neck. his scent was faint but calming, lulling you into a sense of home and comfort. you wanted to stay close to him like this, just having him hold you in his arms. a myriad of emotions welled up in you, swallowing all your doubts until all that was left was the budding blossoms of your feelings for him, nurtured by his soft touches and adoring treatment. you wanted to cherish him, keep him close for as long as you could, as long as you could still have him.
"thank you."
"for what?" choso sounded surprised.
"taking care of me? i mean i pay you for it but i still wanted to let you know that i appreciate it."
“everything for you, baby,” choso replied softly, tightening his grip around you. as you got to his apartment, choso placed you on the couch and knelt down, hands wrapping around yours. “do you want to get changed? i’ll lend you some of my clothes, you can get changed in my room or in the bathroom if you want to freshen up.”
he was so so considerate, you couldn’t believe someone as nice as him existed out there. as you agreed, choso disappeared in his room; the sound of opening doors and drawers as well as rustling resounded from his room. you took the opportunity to observe his home. it was a small but cozy apartment, despite being sparsely decorated. in the back of the living room, you could spot some bags and boxes, presumably choso’s surfing equipment, as well as posters and photos cluttered on a pinboard. here and there, some little figurines and trinkets were spread across the apartment. although it was cozy, the apartment lacked some kind of presence, some warmth. you assumed that it had to do with choso’s job - he probably was rarely home between work and spending time with friends and family.
“here you go,” choso handed you a big sweatshirt and some shorts as he came back, patting your head teasingly. “go and get changed, i’ll start preparing dinner, yeah?”
you hid in the bathroom and got changed, neatly folding your clothes and stacking them on the counter. inspecting yourself in the mirror, you admired the size of choso’s sweater - it was a simple and cream coloured sweater that was entirely dwarfing and engulfing you. the sleeves were way too long and the hem almost reached your knees. but it was soft and comfy, coming close to choso’s hugs. you pulled the shorts up your legs, awkwardly securing them by tucking them underneath the sweater. choso had set up some boiling water and was silently chopping vegetables by the time you left the bathroom and tip toed towards the kitchen. “can i help you with anything?”
“no it’s okay, take a seat. do you want anything to drink? water? tea?” reluctantly, you sat at the small table on the side, pouting at him. choso simply laughed and shook his head, bringing a glass of water over. your heart jumped in surprise when he kissed your forehead as he placed the glass on the table. “i’ll take care of you for today. boyfriend duties, remember? the past times you’ve always taken us out on restaurants and incredible locations and now it’s my turn to show you the boyfriend magic.”
sudden dread filled your stomach. how could choso be so warm and kind-hearted to you, when you weren’t even in a relationship? you keep having to remind yourself that this was what he was doing for a living, that you might possibly never know the real him. that this might just be a mask that he kept on for the sake of your requests. you didn’t reply, deep in your thoughts as you stared at the glass of water. choso returned back to his previous task, cooking dinner in silence. your chest felt heavy with uncertainty and disappointment - you tried your best to push the emotions down. they were irrational, you knew full well what you were getting yourself into when you asked for his service.
thankfully, choso didn’t seem to have picked up on your sullen mood, even throughout dinner - you let no emotions shine through when you conversed with him, choosing to keep it lighthearted. you offered to wash the dishes, not wanting him to lift another finger when you could help him in return. as you scrubbed the bowls, choso creeped up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder. “you wanna watch a movie? or go to bed already? you’ve had a long day at work after all.”
“hmm, yeah. i think i’d prefer going to bed, if that’s okay for you?”
“i could never say no to cuddles,” choso hummed, capturing your lips in another kiss. you whimpered against them, not being able to resist him. he moaned against your lips, grip on you tightening. “please don’t tempt me, it’s so hard to say no to you,” he warned you with a strained voice.
your face grew warm at the memories of a few hours ago. you couldn’t believe you let him do that, let him finger you in his car in the garage. no one had seen you and you were thankful for that but you wanted the ground to swallow you whole at the thought of someone possibly snitching on you. your father would lose his mind. “is- is it not what you want?”
“of course i do, but not today. baby steps, remember? we have all the time in the world. and i can assure you that i very much want you,” with one last peck on your lips, he removed himself from you and disappeared in his room. he wanted you. your heart was soaring at his confession. you were relieved to know that he was craving you as much as you were yearning for him. maybe you would indulge, just for a couple more times until you would inevitably have to cut off the relationship. you felt at peace with your decision, you told yourself. nothing good would come from false hope.
after washing up, you joined choso on the bed, shyly crawling towards him as he opened his arms and welcomed you. he pulled you into his chest, nearly crushing you with his weight. it made you giggle and squirm in his arms, trying to wiggle out of his hold. choso was having none of it, peppering kisses all over your face as he trapped you in place. gasping for air in between your carefree laughter, you weakly pushed at his head, squealing when he dove in to blow raspberries on your neck. he showed mercy and let up, instead curiously inspecting your neck as he pulled the neckline of your, no his, sweater down. something dark was glinting in his eyes as his eyes zoomed in on the hickeys he had left on your neck and chest - he felt strangely satisfied, pleased with his work of art. a sliver of possessiveness overcame him as he traced the trail of red marks on your neck, humming quietly.
“something wrong with my neck?” you questioned confused, not having spotted the hickeys yet. choso shook his head, simply laid back on his side again to look at you. “not at all. was just inspecting the hickeys i left on you.”
“you left marks?” you gaped at him, mildly shocked at the revelation. though he was preoccupied with your neck earlier, you didn’t expect him to actually leave so many marks, much less ones that were visible. “is… is that a common occurrence?”
“for couples? i think so. but i can’t speak for everyone; if it was me, i would do it frequently. stake my claim on you, let everyone know that you’re mine,” choso replied and casually draped the blanket over the two of you, as if he didn’t just admit to doing something he would normally do with a lover. did he think of you as his? you struggled to decipher his actions, not being able to match it with a specific reason.
“that’s uh-” your stuttering was interrupted by another horrifying thought. “oh god, i can’t let my parents see this, they will kill me.”
choso shot you a confused look. you hadn’t told him about your parents yet or how you were hiding this from them.
“my parents… especially my dad, are very cautious about letting me venture out in romantic relationships. it’s mostly because he didn’t feel like anyone was good enough for me and because he didn’t want me to get hurt. sometimes i felt like those princesses locked up in a tower, you know? so i decided to explore and uh, hired you. i didn’t want to burden my friends with having to help me gain some experience,” you explained to choso, eyes widening when he suddenly grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to it. he winked at you cheekily before leaning over you to turn off the lights. you felt him press a gentle kiss to your lips but you couldn’t make out his face expression in the dark. choso preferred it like this, so you couldn’t tell the vulnerable look on his face, the ache of knowing that he could never fully be yours.
“then i’m glad i get to serve a princess such as you.”
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“you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with choso,” nobara commented as she took a sip from her coffee, reaching out to grab one of the muffins you had ordered. you looked away in embarrassment. it’s been nearly two months since you’ve started to meet up with choso. your dates became more frequent, even the casual texting continued. and yet you hadn’t really told your friends about your progress or how you felt about him, either brushing it off or giving them vague details. it was only natural that nobara and maki grew suspicious, vowing to grill you about it the next time you would meet up. “have you done the deed?”
“n- no! not yet,” you answered hastily, the topic still making you feel bashful. though you had talked to choso about it; he had agreed and hinted that you might go all the way the next time you would meet up. it was weird, scheduling something like this. but you felt more at ease knowing that it was approaching and you could somewhat prepare your nerves for it. “we talked about it though… next time, maybe?”
“i see,” maki nodded slowly, deep in thought. “you’ve been skirting around this escort thing a lot. is there something you’re hiding from us?”
“nope! not at all!”
“y/n… we’re looking out for you as friends. i know you told us that you trust choso and that he’s the nicest person you have ever but is there something more?” maki gave you a gentle nudge. the serious look in her eyes told you that you better not give her a lame excuse. even nobara, who was usually playful in nature, looked mildly concerned. as much concern as she could muster up anyways. sheepishly, you stared at your mug, watching the milk swirl with your hot chocolate. surely, they would tell you to stop seeing him, to stay away. because catching feelings for someone whose true feelings and self you could never uncover… should have been something you could have prevented. if only it hadn’t been so easy to give in, so easy to develop feelings for choso.
“uhm. i just realized that i like him, like a lot. i know i shouldn’t and should have circumvented the issue somehow but now i’m stuck with my feelings. and it’s just confusing. before you get mad at me, i’ve already decided to cut it off after our next date. i can’t dwell on it for too long because realistically, nothing is going to happen.”
wordlessly, nobara gave you a hug, patting your back to soothe you. “is he really that great though?” maki lightly swatted nobara’s arm and gave her an eyeroll. her comment made you laugh, she knew how to lighten up a situation.
“i think so. very gentleman-like and just takes good care of everything. i really appreciate how well he’s been taking care of me this entire time. he just is the perfect boyfriend, you know?” nobara nodded but you could tell from her face that she was trying to put the puzzle pieces together. it made you laugh again, pinching her cheek playfully. you didn’t want to worry your friends too much. they always helped you in every situation and now it was time you would take care of everything yourself.
“i can’t believe this entire time we were trying to find you a perfect partner and you’ve gone and went the whole nine yards, boyfriend experience and heartbreak all together,” maki joked and ruffled your hair, giving you a reassuring smile. “you know we’re there for you if you need emotional support in this, right? we might not be much of a help while you go through the fake breakup but we can help you take your mind off afterwards.”
you sniffled a little at the thought. your next date was fast approaching and you were grateful to have such great friends, who would always look out for you and be understanding even if you made dumb mistakes. your next step would be to learn how to mend a broken heart.
everything had to be perfect. the entire evening you had been on the move, busy cleaning your apartment and room and spending time in the bathroom making yourself look presentable. you still felt nervous exposing all of you to choso, never had anyone seen you naked before. the thought of it had made you so anxious that you’d called nobara who promptly suggested you wear cute underwear and something comfy to ease yourself into it. chances were that choso didn’t really care and wouldn’t judge you anyways; he had always been generous with compliments, always telling you how pretty you looked, how cute you were, and what a good girl you were for him. you didn’t think you could feel so fired up from praises nor did you think that you would be craving to hear them so much until choso came along. the feeling of euphoria that overtook you whenever he praised you, along with the pleasure he gave you whenever you were fooling around - it was a deadly combination.
knocks at the door made you perk up, hastily racing over to the door to let choso in. he chuckled when you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest. “hey baby, missed me much, huh? i missed you too,” choso admitted, softly combing his fingers through your hair. you peeked up at him from below, closing your eyes as you leaned into his touch like a cat. “mhmm, missed you a lot,” you mumbled, humming in content as choso pecked your lips briefly before waddling inside the apartment with you in his arms, closing the door behind him
“what am i going to do with you?” he mumbled amused and sat down on the couch, pulling you onto his lap. he squished your cheeks between his hands, kissing your pouty lips with a broad smile. “you always make it so hard for me to leave.”
your heart sunk at his last words, remembering how you were planning to proceed by the end of this date. surely, it couldn’t be so hard and he wouldn’t think much of it since it was all business anyways. and yet, you couldn’t help but seize up with dread, not wanting to hurt him. if, and only if he would actually be affected by it. you placed your hands on his, sticking your tongue out at him. you teased him: “you leave but you always return, right? doesn’t that give you something to look forward to?”
“yeah, always come bouncing back…” choso trailed off, a faraway look on his face. you couldn’t tell what he was thinking - each emotion that surfaced was only fleeting and quickly wiped from his face expression as if it never existed in the first place. perhaps he was keeping his heart as guarded as yours, for baring the most vulnerable parts of yourself could be your downfall. he ran his hands along your thighs, rubbing the bare skin gently, fingers teasingly slipping under the hem of your shorts. your breath hitched in your throat, expecting him to move his hands up further. but by now, choso knew how to play you like a fiddle, what drew beautiful moans out of you, what made you whimper in anticipation and how to build up tension. he knew how to tease you and use it to his advantage; knew well that you would follow his instructions like the good girl that you were, never disappointing him. “gotta take care of my princess, hm?”
choso dipped down, brushing the strands of your hair out of the way, showering it in kisses. you mewled quietly, tilting your head to the side to allow him more access to your neck. he was still murmuring between kisses, telling you how sweet you were, how he was going to make you sing his name, how he was going to take care of you. the whispered praises were getting to your head, you easily melted into his touch. “c- choso,” you gasped, already drowning in him as his presence clouded your senses, wrapping around you as if nothing else but him existed. “please touch me.”
“your wish is my command,” choso lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, carrying you to your bedroom with ease. gently, he dropped you on the bed, simply hovering over you without saying a word. the look in his eyes knocked the air out of your lungs; you loved his eyes, his dark brown eyes that were filled with so much warmth and love, now darkened and filled with lust. he observed you, waiting for you to make a move - you stayed still, tense with anticipation. with every single intimate encounter you had with him, you gradually learned that choso enjoyed being in control, overjoyed when you were obedient and remembered what he had told you. he liked having you at his mercy, being the first and only one to discover the expanse of your body, to pleasure you in ways you were yet to familiarize yourself with.
choso’s tapped your lips, carefully sliding two fingers in when you willingly parted your lips and sucked on them. the weight of his fingers on your tongue, the dazed look on his eyes as he watched you - it was all so erotic, so arousing. you lifted your hips, grinding against his thighs for some kind of relief. it drew a slightly irritated click of the tongue from choso, gently pressing his fingers against your tongue. but he enjoyed the view, seeing how you wanted him so much, how you were seeking relief by humping his thigh. you could already feel yourself soaking through your panties and your thin shorts, arousal smearing across choso’s thigh and leaving a wet spot on his jeans.
pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he slid them down, lower and lower, smearing your spit across your skin. his fingers stopped right at the buttons of your blouse, playfully rolling them between his fingers. slowly, he unbuttoned the blouse, pushing the fabric off your shoulders to reveal your bra. you squirmed, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed about being so exposed in front of him. “you’re beautiful,” choso reminded you. “don’t hide from me. i want to see all of you.”
reluctantly, you kept your arms at your sides, instead clenching your fingers around the fabric of your comforter. teasingly, his hands dragged across the tops of your breasts before dipping lower. “look at you, how soaked you are already. you’ve even left a spot on my jeans. i haven’t even touched you properly yet… has my princess missed me this much?” he mused, gently rubbing circles across your skin. he was careful not to move anywhere close to your crotch, resolutely keeping his hand near your navel.
“yes, please touch me,” you mewled, grasping his hand to guide him towards the hem of your shorts. his hand splayed across your mound, rubbing in deliberately slow movements, making you sigh in relief. choso tugged on your shorts, dragging them down your legs with ease. you clenched your eyes shut, hiding your face behind your hands. choso stayed silent for a few seconds and simply admired you in the dim light of your room. he could tell that you'd chosen a nice set of underwear to impress him - you looked so cute in it, like a present waiting to be unwrapped. he took notice of the dark patch on the crotch of your panties, how they were clinging onto your skin and how your arousal was glistening on your inner thighs.
"you look breathtaking," choso complimented you, gently removing your hands from your face. "i told you not to hide, didn't i? give me all of you, baby."
you blinked a few times, sheepishly thanking him. his praises overwhelmed you, making your chest swell with pride. but still, you didn't know how to react when he was singing your praises, too bashful to reply coherently. choso removed your panties in painstakingly slow movements, leaving trails of kisses on your inner thighs up to your ankle. throwing your panties to the floor, he then pulled your legs over his shoulders. you watched him bewildered, not sure what to make of it. the position made you feel oddly exposed; all of your senses were heightened, strained to focus on choso only. the oversensitivity caused your hips to jerk when choso’s breath hit your pussy, keen on receiving attention. the swipe of his tongue on your slit was something you didn’t expect - the sensation was new, uncharted territory, so different from his fingers. it drew a whimper from your lips, making your toes curl against his back.
languidly, he was lapping at your folds, taking his time to get you used to the feeling. it wasn’t until his tongue dragged across your clit, lips wrapping around it to suck gently, that whines and whimpers spilled forth from your lips. your hips automatically lurched forward, rocking against his face. you couldn’t wrap your head around the pleasure it provided you, how it rendered you into a babbling mess with only his name on your lips like some mantra. needing to busy your hands otherwise, you clenched your fingers around his hair, subconsciously pressing his face into your pussy. choso groaned against you, the slight burn turning him on beyond relief. you felt like you’re floating, higher and higher, rapidly approaching your high and it was still a feeling you’re trying to get used to, a feeling that you readily welcomed and craved.
it was a combination of all the touches that bring you closer to the edge; how he was sucking at your clit before flattening his tongue against your clit, paying close attention to it, how it was repeatedly and rapidly dragging across your folds. it made you sob, begging him to make you cum. choso pulled you even closer, fingers digging into your thighs as he lapped at your swollen clit, again and again until you come with a loud moan, barch arching from the bed, heels digging into choso’s shoulder blades. clenching your eyes shut, you attempted to push his face away from you, now feeling too sensitive. your legs were trembling uncontrollably, you gasped for air as your high washes over you and slowly ebbing away. choso sat up on his knees and only then you see the arousal smeared across his chin and lips. the sight sent electric shocks up your spine, breath hitching in your throat. he looked so fucking hot like this. he gave you no time to be embarrassed about it, wiping the slick off his skin and licking it off his hands.
“c- choso, what-” you croaked, voice all raspy from your relentless moaning. choso didn’t reply, instead kissed you open mouthed - the taste of your arousal was still present on his tongue. in the back of your mind, you thought about how dirty it was and yet so thrilling, eliciting a hunger for him. desperately, you were tugging at his shirt, trying to get it off. you were struggling, huffing in frustration as he didn’t budge. choso laughed, pecking your lips apologetically before taking it off along with his pants. even in the dim light you could make out the bulge in his pants, a testament of much he wanted you. the sight made you salivate, your pussy clenching around nothing. he took notice of your dazed look, grabbing your chin to tilt it up. “are you sure you want this? do you want me?”
you nodded quickly, eyes widening at his question. “of course, i want you, never wanted anything more. please, choso.”
“you have me, all of me,” he retorted, a tender look in his eyes. again, your heart clenched. just one more time you would get to see him like this, pretend he really was your lover. but when he looked at you with so much adoration in his eyes, it was hard to believe that there wasn’t a spark between you. unbeknownst to you, choso had always looked at you with stars in his eyes, hoping that you would return the sentiment. no matter how hard he was keeping his feelings at bay, the cracks were widening, allowing more and more feelings to seep through. with each touch, each word that you exchanged, the dam was weakening and threatening to spill everything that he was keeping inside.
choso gently pressed you back down onto the mattress, fingers fumbling with the condom that he’d pulled out of his jeans. you watched with fascination as he put it on, not being able to take your gaze of it. he grinned, deciding to indulge you, pressing his cock against you. arousal was still leaking from you, allowing him to easily slide against you. deliberately, he nudged the head against your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore. you wiggled your hips, signaling him to do something, do put you out of your misery. choso glanced at you for permission, suddenly seeming to be nervous himself. you gave him a small nod, leaning up to cradle his cheeks and kiss him. choso began to push, slowly slipping past your folds and- the stretching burn, it was there again and made you tense up.
choso grasped your hands, intertwining them and showered your face with kisses, whispering sweet nothings and encouragement. the feeling was familiar and yet strange at the same time, the girth of his fingers were nothing compared to his cock. it was a tight fit; you were aware of him, so aware of him. muffled, you heard choso telling you to relax, that he didn’t want to hurt you, to take your time. he was still pushing, distracting you from the uncomfortable pain with kisses. with one last thrust, he’s pushed the entirety of him in you. faintly, you could feel pain gradually ebbing away. the fullness of him, the throbbing; you clenched around him, a quiet moan leaving your lips as choso’s hips jerk in response.
“you okay? can i move now?” he whispered against your lips. you nodded, feeling choso smile against your lips. your breath hitched in anticipation as he pulls out ever so slightly before thrusting back in. you let out a whimper at the sudden thrum of incoming pleasure, hands squeezing his. choso thrusted his length in and out of you slowly, still wanting you to get used to it. the drag of it against your walls, the way his cock ever so slightly bumped against that spot inside of you that made your body sing - you sobbed out his name, hips tilting up to meet his movements. choso had no qualms obliging to your unspoken wants, upping the pace once he’s made sure you felt comfortable.
slowly, his inhibitions fell apart upon seeing you desperately cling onto him, moaning out his name as he pulled out and drove back in, deeper than before. you saw stars when he hit the spot inside of you, burying himself inside of you completely. it’s been a short amount of time but choso was quick to figure out what made you shake in pleasure in particular, memorizing every little nudge and wiggle that would have you gasp out his name. the closeness, the intimacy, it easily beat everything else that you’ve ever done before but it was now that you realized that no one could compare to choso. while your initial goal was to simply learn and gain some experience, somewhere along the way, you veered off the path. perhaps your goal was never to find out what it was like engaging in sexual activities but rather to experience it with someone you loved. it was then that you realized you didn’t care about these things unless you could experience them with choso.
while choso was no stranger to having people in his bed, the sight of you was one he would never be able to get out of his head again. how your moans and whimpers were getting more frequent with each thrust, how you were sobbing his name whenever he hit particularly deep inside of you, how your small hands were holding onto his, how you clenched around him whenever he praised you. he wanted to keep you for himself, to impale himself in you in such ways that you could never look at other people the same way anymore. “i- i’m close,” you hiccuped between sobs, back lurching from the bed. “choso, p- please, i wanna cum, i-”
“i’ve got you, princess,” he assured you, diving down to kiss you feverishly. relentlessly, his hips pistoned against yours, desperate to make you cum. choso couldn’t hold back any longer, he was close, so close. wanting to cum with you, he reached down to rub your clit. your reaction was almost instantaneous, legs pressing against his side as you came, his name on your lips like a prayer. he came with you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as groans left his lips, mixed with your name and curses. his hips stuttered as they pressed against you one last time, staying in place until he’s spilled all of him in the condom. you felt like you were floating, still dazed from the intensity of your orgasm. absentmindedly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, hand absentmindedly playing with the hair at his nape. choso let out a noise, akin to a cat’s purr, nudging his head against your hand. his gesture made you giggle and you strained your neck to press a kiss against his forehead.
slowly, choso removed himself from you, letting out a breathy laugh as you protested. you made grabby hands at him but he simply tutted, disappearing in the bathroom to dispose of the condom and came back with a wet towel. it felt comforting, the warmth of the towel as well as his gentle touches, lulling you into a sleepy state. it didn’t take long for him to join you again once he was done, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest like the countless times he’s done so before. “how are you feeling? i didn’t hurt you, did i?”
you shook your head, trying to find the right words. in the end, nothing came into your mind to appropriately tell him how mind blowingly good he made you feel so you just settle with: “felt good, really good. didn’t hurt, jus’ felt uncomfortable at first. but you made it okay, it’s okay when it’s with you.”
“i see,” choso let out a relieved breath, laughing as you blinked at him stunned. you looked adorable, still floating and coming down from your high. “i’m glad i was your first, glad i could do it justice. just wanted you to feel good.”
“mhmm, thank you,” you slurred sleepily, arms wrapping around his waist. you felt so warm and loved, not wanting to let go of the feeling just yet. “can we do it again some other day? you promised to show me what you still wanted to do to me.”
“y/n, sweetheart, when will you be coming to visit us again? i know it’s your summer break right now and you’re busy but we thought it might be nice to go on a short family trip. what do you think?” your mother pleaded over the phone. you could see her pout on the screen, her attempt at guilt tripping you into visiting more. truthfully, you felt bad about not having been able to see your family so much - the amount of assignments and final exams was swamping you and you just wanted to get through them before going on vacation. that and the fact that you couldn’t properly look them in the eyes anymore ever since being with choso.
you just couldn’t let go of him, nor could you admit your feelings to him, in fear it would make him uncomfortable. it was irrational, reckless even, to keep paying for a service you technically didn’t need anymore. simply to keep a person you had feelings for around for longer. nobara and maki didn’t know about this either, you knew they would have your head as soon as you confessed. it was irrational and you knew it. and yet it was so hard to let go. with every waking moment, you craved choso, his tenderness and loving gaze, the warmth of his arms, the domesticity that the two of you shared, how natural it seemed when you spent time together. and so you kept returning to him, over and over again
“i’m sorry, mum, i’m just really busy right now. but i promise i’ll let you know when i’m free, okay? i’m sure we can find a fitting date for the trip,” you attempted to soothe your mother, giving her an apologetic smile. she rolled her eyes at you playfully but shrugged it off, knowing that you didn’t mean anything by it. before you could tell her goodbye, your mother suddenly stopped you, waving at the screen.
“sweetheart, one of my friends- her son, i told him about you. he’s a very nice young man and i think you would get along well. when you come visit us, i’ll introduce him to you, yeah?” she explained, a giddy smile creeping onto her lips. “i’ve told him a little about you and your father doesn’t mind either. he has a good background too, i’m trying not to swoon.” she giggled as if she was the one who was to be set up on a date with him.
your eyes widened ever so slightly at her revelation but what shocked you more was that choso had seemingly heard what your mother had said. he was still sleeping when your mother had called you, so you hid in the kitchen to talk, not wanting to disturb his sleep. he stood in the doorway, blinking at you confused. you made sure to turn a little so your mother couldn’t see him. “mum, i told you i’m not really interested yet and want to go at my own pace-”
“honey, i know but the opportunity was just there. i couldn’t pass it up and you can still reject him, no? just try to meet him at least once.”
you sighed. “we’ll talk about it again when i’m home, okay? but don’t put too much hope in it, please.”
“i know, i know. i’ll talk to you again another day. love you, sweetheart,” your mum said goodbye to you and hung up. you groaned, tossing your phone to the side and buried your face in your hands. choso was not supposed to hear any of that. even though you two weren’t really in a relationship, and he had assured you that he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else, keeping his work at accompanying clients only, you still felt like you were somewhat betraying him. you felt choso’s presence moving behind you, then his arms wrapping around you, his chin being placed on your head. you couldn’t see the slightly irritated look in his eyes, the jealous glint that told you he didn’t want you to look at anyone but him.
“your mum seems to be eager to find you a partner,” he commented amused. you groaned, swatting at his arm.
“i don’t know why they’re suddenly so persistent after not deeming anyone as suitable for years,” grumbling, you turned slightly, pressing a kiss to choso’s chin. “i’m not really in the mood to go on dates just yet, so she’ll have to deal with it.”
“not in the mood for dates?” choso echoed, pinching your cheek. “not even with me?”
you whined, burying your face in his chest. you didn’t want to let him see how his words excited you. “no, i’m always in the mood for you, for dates with you.”
“that’s good to know. we’re going out later after all,” choso laughed, combing his fingers through your hair. “i did promise to take you to the beach and teach you how to surf.”
one of the reasons you didn’t come visit your parents immediately when your summer break began was because you’d already planned a short trip with choso. weeks ago choso had proposed you’d go to the beach together and you were thrilled by the idea, not having been by the sea in years. you’d rented a little cabin by the beach for the two of you while choso had prepared everything for the car ride. the car ride would be rather long but you weren’t worried about it at all - in the beginning, you’d been apprehensive, rather awkward with him. he eased you into everything, showing you not to be scared of relationships and to just be yourself. conversation was easy with him as if you’d been long term friends, with no worries or restrictions. for weeks, you’d looked forward to the trip, to spend more time with him.
the car ride was filled with laughter and calming music, you shared stories and secrets with each other, you fed him the snacks that you’d made the night before. you felt blissful, happily ignoring all the consequences that might be coming your way - you wanted to enjoy your time with him as much as you could. the dance that the two of you were engaging in, it was romantic and felt so domestic, while skirting around the important issue. inspecting your intertwined hands, you clasped your other free hand around his, rubbing the skin gently. choso shot you a concerned, questioning look but you brushed him off, assuring that nothing was wrong. “i’m just happy to be sharing this uh… boyfriend experience with you, really. i wouldn’t wanna do it with someone else.”
choso shot you a wistful smile, lifting your hand to press a kiss on it. “i’m glad you feel that way. you deserve only the best, someone who treats you like the princess that you are.”
the feeling of the grainy sand below you, wind blowing your hair in every direction, sun on your skin, water splashing against your shins - you felt like suddenly all your worries were washed away. you were still running through the shallow water, giggling as you saw choso catching up on you. upping your speed, you jumped through the water until he managed to grab you by your wrist, pulling you into his chest. he lifted you up, twirling you around in his arms a few times before setting you back on your feet, leaning in to kiss you. “you can’t just run away like that, all our stuff is still stranded over there,” he scolded you, playfully flicking your forehead. you glanced behind you, seeing how choso had already placed all the towels, cooler and bags on the beach chairs.
“it’s okay, we have the beach to ourselves anyways,” you retorted cheekily. choso couldn’t argue, instead rolled his eyes. the beach house that you had rented for the weekend was on the outskirts of the city, a rather quiet spot that also had a private beach. the paranoia that your parents might possibly spot you somewhere was running deep and so you didn’t want to risk anything. choso could teach you how to surf in peace, without any bystanders or crowded spaces. but now that you were sitting on the beach chair, you noticed that choso’s mind seemed to be elsewhere as he clumsily fumbled with the bags. you gnawed at your bottom lip, hoping that your earlier conversation with your mother wasn’t on his mind.
“you okay there? can i help you with anything?”
“huh? yeah,” choso answered after a second of processing, shaking his head. “uh i just get distracted looking at you. you look good in that bikini.”
“oh shut up,” you retorted but hid your face from him, still growing bashful even though you were used to him complimenting you out of nowhere. he shot you a wink, resuming his work. “but… choso, you can talk to me if anything bothers you, you know that?”
“yeah, i know… but don’t worry, i think this is something i have to figure out for myself first before i tell anyone,” he padded over, kissing your forehead. “but i appreciate it.”
deciding to drop the topic, you joined him, watching how he demonstrated his surfing skills. if he didn’t want to talk about it, you would respect it; and maybe, just maybe, he would open up to you about it. you watched as choso surfed through the waves, the sight filling you with bright happiness. he looked so happy to be surfing again, the usual tired look on his face wiped away as if it had never been there in the first place. he looked like he was truly at home, comforted and surrounded by the crashing waves. you understood what he meant by being distracted - choso looked good in his trunks as well, the water drops that were rolling down his body, his exposed upper body, the way his loose, slightly damp hair was falling over his face. you very much enjoyed the sight and almost felt creepy for staring so much.
as per usual, choso was a wonderful teacher, remaining calm and patient while he gave you instructions, comforting you when you weren’t doing so well and was always right by your side encouraging you. you hadn’t had this much fun in a while, especially not with someone other than from your close friend circle. it was easy to lose the track of time when being with him, all your thoughts and anxieties washed away like the seashells at the shore. by the end of the day, you were utterly exhausted, your muscles feeling like jelly. as you laid on the bed, you still felt like you were rocked and swayed back and forth by the waves. it was relaxing, almost lulling you into a deep slumber if it wasn’t for the sound of the running shower and choso’s humming. you opened the window, before returning to bed, wrapping the blanket around you. the sound of waves sloshing against the shore echoed through the room, making you feel like you were actually sleeping at the beach.
it didn’t take long for choso to return; you felt the bed dip beside you before you heard him. pretending to be asleep, you waited until he said anything but were instead greeted with a kiss on your nape. you squirmed a little, the feelings of his lips tickling the sensitive skin. a giggle broke from your lips, unable to stay silent any longer. “did i make you wait for too long?” he asked quietly, grabbing you by the hips to turn you around to face him. you shook your head and gave him a smile, leaning in to peck his lips. “no but i did miss you. did i tell you that i now get what you meant by being distracted? you looked really hot in your trunks and so serious while giving me instructions.”
“ah, really?” choso hovered over you, placing his hands beside your head. you’d only offered simple compliments but he was already so fired up, making you grin. “you can’t just tell me that and expect me not to do anything. don’t you know that i’m always hungry for you? i’ll ravish you right here.”
“what if i want you to ravish me?” you bravely retorted, your voice slightly cracking at the end. rarely were you ever bold with him but at this moment, you might as well indulge him. as an reward for teaching you how to surf and being so patient about it. choso clicked with his tongue, pleased with your reply. before he could move, you suddenly felt an urge to go further, wanting to be the one to initiate intercourse for once. you placed your hands on his chest, pushing gently. he looked at you confused, cocking his head to the side. if it wasn’t for the hungry look in his eyes, you would’ve cooed at how adorable he looked. “uhm can i… suck you off for today? i mean you’re always the one who- who makes me feel so good and i know you said you liked it but i just wanted to return the favour…”
choso short circuited at your request, momentarily leaving his mouth wide open as he stared at you. “y- yeah of course, if that’s what you want,” he spluttered hastily, sitting up on his knees. feeling giddy, you shuffled off the bed, positioning yourself at the edge of the bed and waiting for him to move. choso gulped, slowly moving towards the edge. he leaned down to kiss you, your hands snaked towards the waistband of his sweatpants, some doubt overcame you again, slowing your movements. sensing your hesitation, he patted your head and ruffled your hair. “you don’t have to do it, if you feel too nervous about it.”
“no, i want to, really,” you assured him, grasping the waistband and dragging it down. choso lifted his hips slightly, helping you remove his pants. his boxers followed soon after. gently, you wrapped your hands around his semi-hard cock, giving it some gentle strokes. choso exhaled shakily, leaning back on his hands as he kept his watchful eyes on you. you leaned in, flattening your tongue against the underside, running your tongue over the underside, tracing it until you reached the cockhead. gingerly, you gave it a few kitten licks before wrapping your lips around it. hands still stroking him, you delved in, taking as much as much as you could. choso tilted his head back, moaning loudly. it spurred you on, eagerly you bopped your head against him, paying close attention to the sensitive head as you licked and sucked at it. curiously, you licked the slit, tasting the precum on it. the taste was unfamiliar, nothing like you’d ever had before but you weren’t sure what to make of it. but you weren’t grossed out by it, thankfully.
choso’s hips jerked when you touched a particularly sensitive spot, not being able to control his own body anymore. usually, he was more composed, holding himself back for the sake of you - immediately, he stopped and apologized, staring at you with wide eyes. “fuck, i’m so sorry, that wasn’t meant to happen. did i hurt you?” he cupped your cheek, guiltily examining you.
“‘m okay, don’t worry about it. it just surprised me a little, that’s all. but if it’s what you like… i uh, don’t mind,” you reassured him.
“f- fuck, you can’t just say that because i will and-”
“like i said, i don’t mind. i want to make you feel good too.” reluctantly, choso nodded and relaxed again, letting you proceed. you were eager to make him cum, enthusiastically moving your head along the shaft. you welcomed choso’s shallow thrusts, glancing up to watch his reactions. his skin was beautifully flushed, eyes were closed, groans muffled as he bit his bottom lip. you struggled to take his cock in deeper, instead wrapping your hands around the parts you couldn’t reach. when choso’s thrusts got sloppier, you could tell that he was getting close.
“y/n, fuck- i’m gonna- wait, you-” unable to finish his sentence, he moaned, hips stuttering again as you swirled your tongue around the sensitive tip. you suckled on his length eagerly, hands pumping the base faster and choso couldn’t keep it in any longer, coming with a loud moan. you continued suckling on the tip, helping him through his orgasm until he’s spilled all of him in your mouth. sitting back on your knees, you removed yourself from him.
eyes wide and glossy, you looked up at him as he pulled away slightly so he could look at you. choso brushed your hair back, then lifted your chin up, tapping your bottom lip. "show me," he said in a low, hoarse voice, patiently waiting until you opened your mouth and showed him. showed him his cum that was still pooling on your tongue. a few seconds passed until he finally reacted - just the sight of you on your knees, obediently following his orders and showing him your work had his insides stirring with something dark, possessive. "swallow," he whispered, adoringly cupping your cheek as you eagerly swallowed. your face felt hot, whether by embarrassment or pride, you didn't know. quietly cursing, he pulled you up while leaning down, meeting your lips halfway.
unceremoniously, choso dropped you on the bed, making you giggle quietly as you bounced on the mattress. hovering over you, he captured your lips in yet another kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him to your body. choso pressed his groin against yours, experimentally rolling his hips to elicit a reaction from you. burying your face into the crook of his neck, you couldn’t help but writhe from the pleasure - and even though you’ve been sleeping with each other, you still felt too shy to ask him for… more. how could you express what exactly you wanted when you were craving all of him? when you wanted to engrave everything into your brain; the feeling of his body against yours, his touch, the sweet as well as the dirty words he whispered into your ear. it was almost unfair how easily he could draw a reaction from you, as if he’d memorized every little aspect about you already.
choso nipped at your neck, about to leave a mark when you frantically pushed at his chest. “no visible marks, i told you!” you reminded him, almost feeling bad when you saw his disappointed face. but rules were rules, you didn’t want your parents to find out you were sneaking around with someone; you were barely able to look into their eyes as is. he huffed against your neck, burying his face in the crook of your neck in frustration. seconds passed without a reaction before he finally sat up on his knees, hands reaching out to tug on your shirt. “but everywhere else is fine, hm?” he mused, dragging his warm hands across your chest to your shoulder to push the fabric off.
“i- i guess,” you spluttered, barely having any time to react as he’s already moved on, lavishing your breasts with kisses while leaving a trail of hickeys on them. you whimpered, hips rolling up against his. through your panties, you could feel the outlines of his cock; the anticipation of him filling you up made you salivate. choso was quick to remove your panties and rolling a condom on upon hearing your desperate whimpers that were urging him to move faster. no matter how many times you’d already slept together, he could never get enough of you - you made him feel like a teenager again, like he was constantly insatiable and hungry for you. judging from the look in your eyes, you seemed to feel the same way.
choso angled his cock against your entrance before sinking in, moaning in unison with you. he grasped your hands, pinning them against the pillows as you reached out, trying to touch him. you sobbed in disappointment, just wanting to feel him but choso was having none of it. the complaint was quickly forgotten when he started thrusting, the sound of his hips smacking against yours filling the room. he was diligent, hitting that spot inside you over and over again, enjoying how your legs that were wrapped around his waist were trembling. you were drowning, drowning in him, in the pleasure he so graciously provided you. choso painted your chest with marks, placing them dangerously close to where they would be peeking out underneath clothes. he knew you didn’t want anyone to see them but fuck, he wanted people to keep their hands away from you, wanted them to know that you were his.
you sung his praises, hips quickly bucking against his as he buries himself in you to the hilt. he filled you up so well, always dragging against your walls so deliciously. almost feral, choso fucked you harder, putting all his frustrations and emotions into the strength of his thrusts. it left you feeling breathless, clenching around him hard as you climbed higher and higher. never had choso fucked you like this before, like he was trying to prove something - you sobbed, tears springing forth from the intensity. it felt good, so good and you wanted to cum so bad, wanted to release. the pleasant warmth was spreading throughout your body, almost unbearably hot as you neared your climax. it erupted within you explosively, leaving you writhing in a babbling, incoherent mess. for many moments, your orgasm wrecked through you, making you see white and stars. in your euphoria, you didn’t notice how choso had cummed with you, whispering sweet praises in your ear as he rode you through your high. you didn’t notice how he disappeared, returning with a wet towel as per usual, how he kisses away the tears at the corner of your eyes. through your hazy mind, you could tell that he wrapped the blanket around you before disappearing again.
it took you a while to return back to your senses, marvelling about the sex you just had. what had possessed choso in that moment? could it be because you’d offered to suck him off? or was he so pent up the entire day? the click of the door made you lift your head towards the source of the sound, cooing when you saw choso padding towards you. he yawned quietly, crawling under the blanket and wrapping his arms around you. "exhausted?" you questioned him, nuzzling into him.
"mhmm, i feel like i could sleep in until noon tomorrow," as usual, he ran his fingers along your spine, drawing shapes on your back. sometimes you thought you could feel him spelling something out on your skin but the touches were always so fleeting that it was impossible for you to make it out. whatever it was, he must've been too wary or scared to share it with you. you were reminded of your earlier conversation - choso still hadn't said anything so you wanted to bring it up, not wanting any issues to arise between you.
"choso? do you want to talk about what was wrong earlier? i know you said you wanted to think about it, but i was wondering…"
choso interrupted you. "are you going to go on a date with the guy that your mum mentioned this morning?"
you shot him a bewildered look. so he had been thinking about it. you hesitated, not sure what to tell him. should you be upfront and tell him how you feel? or give him a mild version, so he didn't feel cornered by you?
"i'm… i'm not sure yet. the thought of going on a date with someone else is kind of daunting but i think i'll do it just so my mum's happy."
"i see." uncomfortable silence seeped between the two of you. you could tell that choso was irritated, the frown on his face clearly indicating it. and yet, he didn't elaborate, leaving you to figure out what he meant by that. not daring to move, you stayed still, waiting for him to continue. choso sighed, placing his forehead against yours. "i think this is selfish of me but i can't stand the thought of seeing you with someone else. i wish… i wish it was only me that you looked at."
"you don't want me to go on a date with him?"
"yeah. i- i can't tell you why that is. it's selfish and dumb, hence why i didn't want to tell you. and it's not something that you should worry about. i'm just your escort after all, there's nothing more between us."
his words stung. even though it was the truth, the words still stung, driving a knife right into your heart. it was the very thing that nobara and maki had warned you about. but here you were, heart breaking in a million pieces. perhaps it was the fact that choso didn't tell you the reason, didn't seem to trust you with it, that made you recoil immediately. the walls around your heart were immediately put back into place, safeguarding you from any further harm. he wasn’t obligated to tell you anything and you knew that - there was probably also another reason why he felt that way. any further digging would probably make him recoil as well, it wouldn’t do you any good. whatever was growing between you, it had to stop now. choso simply saw you as a client, probably had been this entire time. again, you were reminded of the fact that he might have been acting this entire time, none of the affection he showed you ever being real.
“i- yeah… i guess,” you replied dejectedly, looking away from him. “i’ll figure it out with him, don’t worry. i’ll just keep my mum happy with it, there’s nothing more to it.”
choso bit his lip, refraining from replying to it any further. you already knew more than you were ever supposed to, he should have never let it slip that he didn’t like seeing you with other potential love interests. it pained him to keep this hidden, keep it a secret from you - but the less you knew, the better. he couldn’t imagine you being okay with being in a relationship with him while he was still an escort, nor did he think that your parents would be thrilled about it. from what you’d revealed to him, he could tell that they treasured you and wanted to minimize any possible harm as much as possible. and that included hand-picking a suitable partner for you. he might never be what your parents envisioned for you and he might never become your love interest so every session that you booked was a blessing to him.
sighing, he placed one last kiss on your cheek before wishing you a good night. but even when he closed his eyes and tried to sleep, he was wide awake, not being able to stop the onslaught of thoughts.
weeks passed without you ever contacting choso again. your resolve would have never been this strong, hadn’t nobara intervened. while you were moping and still feeling restless, helpless even, she made sure to delete his number and made you take care of the bills before cutting off contact entirely. normally, she would have commented on it - but seeing how you were struggling through your first heartbreak, she decided to let it be. and because maki wouldn’t have hesitated to have her head if you’d ever snitched. maki had encouraged you to take your mind off things, dragging you along to some of the sports classes she attended. it did lift your mood ever so slightly, much to your surprise, it was more fun that you’d originally anticipated. maki attended so many different classes that seemed so intense that you were scared to join at first. in between the classes, you spent more time with your friends. gradually you opened up to them, explaining them the entire issue with choso and how you had struggled to let go. you told them one by one, until it was finally time to let megumi know.
out of everyone, megumi scared you the most - not because he was intimidating or violent but because you knew how he would react. he’d most definitely be upset about it because he was protective over his friends, not wanting them to be harmed in any way. you’d pleaded that at least nobara should tag along to knock some sense into him, should he snap - but megumi’s reaction surprised you. when you finished your story, he was awfully quiet. you assumed he was boiling in anger, reaching out to appease him but he was frowning, making a contemplative face. “uh listen, i think that choso’s yuuji’s brother.”
“he’s what?” nobara’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. megumi had recently started going out with someone that he’d met during work and though he hadn’t introduced you to said person yet, you did know that his name was yuuji.
“yuuji’s brother. i haven’t met him yet but he’s been complaining about his brother for weeks now,” megumi explained, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “choso’s an escort, right? it has to be yuuji’s brother. i’ve stayed over at yuuji’s place a couple of times… yuuji was venting, asking me about advice on how to get his brother out of a rut. apparently, choso’s been affected by this uh… somewhat breakup as well. yuuji’s suggested to him that he should reach out to you to talk but he said something about his work and your parents...”
“huh. what an interesting coincidence…” nobara mumbled but narrowed her eyes at you. “but you’re not going back to him, right?”
all the blood in your body froze. why had choso brought up your parents? they had never been a part of your relationship, you had only told him how overprotective they were and how they liked choosing your partners and friends for you. could it be?
“no, i don’t think so. i’m… very conflicted about our feelings to each other. it was stupid to give into my feelings for him in the first place. i hired someone to act as my fake boyfriend, someone who does this for a living. i think they know better than to catch feelings for their clients,” you sighed frustrated, shaking your head. there was no way in hell this situation could ever turn back around, even if you now knew that choso had also been affected. and still, he never reached out to me, you thought bitterly.
“i think you should talk it out though, if he does reach out to you,” megumi chimed in, awkwardly patting your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. “from what yuuji’s told me, it does seem like his feelings are genuine. he didn’t outright push you away, right? who knows what could happen?”
in the end, you couldn’t help but confess to your parents. secrets were bound to be revealed one way or another and you figured it was better you opened up before they found out from someone else. the uncomfortable silence that spread through your apartment created a gloomy atmosphere; the tension was thick and palpable, making you shuffle in your seat in unease. your father hadn’t uttered any word while your mother had completely lost it, not understanding why you hadn’t instead chosen one of the boys she’d always introduced you to.
“all this time you were seeing this boy? and not once did you let us know. i could have asked my friend if they knew someone, their sons are so nice-”
“mum, i already told you i wanted to find someone on my own without having my options being presented to me on a silver plate. and you’re always so disappointed when i end up rejecting them after going through all of the hassle,” you interrupted her, giving her a defiant look. it wasn’t often that you opposed your parents like this but you felt like it was needed - your mother didn’t understand you, nor did she try. you were an adult, for fuck’s sake. you were very much capable of making your own decisions and mistakes to learn from.
“and yet you went to hire an escort! why didn’t you go and meet some of your classmates? i don’t understand why you went such lengths and then even ended up falling in love with them! how would you even pursue a relationship with them?” your mother seethed at you, knuckles blanching from how hard she was gripping her handbag. your father placed a hand on hers, whispering some soothing words in her ear.
“darling, i think y/n knows well that she’s made a mistake and is hurting from it. we don’t need to add to the stress, do we?” he assured her, then looking at you. “y/n, you know that i’m disappointed in you as well. but i don’t blame you for it, i think it’s partly my fault that you felt the need to hire an escort just to… gain some experience. i did take away all your possibilities of a relationship after all…”
“don’t encourage her! this problem won’t just be solved by you spoiling her again, do you know what kind of consequences it could h-”
a loud knock interrupted your mother’s rambling. you were confused - you didn’t expect anyone else for today. it was too late for someone to bring packages. who could it be? you excused yourself, padding towards the door to see who it was. you swore that you briefly suffered from a heart attack when the door swung open to reveal choso. he stared at you equally as stunned, seemingly not having expected you to open and greet him. “w- what are you doing here?” you asked, hating how shaky your voice sounded. how your heart soared, having missed his presence around you. the feelings had never been properly buried, only hidden by a thin layer of pretense that was now quickly being washed away.
“i’m sorry for just turning up unannounced… i was hoping- hoping to be able to talk to you for a bit? i wanted to explain myself,” choso replied, unaware of the two persons in your apartment that were straining their necks to be able to get a look at him.
you groaned. why now? the timing was just too comical, fate must really hate you. “i’m sorry, my parents are here right now. maybe, another t-”
“aha, so this is the boy my daughter has been sleeping with,” your mother appeared behind you, snarling at choso maliciously. panicking, your father had followed her quickly, holding her back by her arm. “you have some nerve appearing here as if nothing happened, what is it that you-”
“darling.” your father cleared his voice, shooting daggers at her. “there’s no need to be rude.”
swiftly, he introduced himself and your mother to choso, politely shaking his hand. choso remained calm, as usual, and introduced himself as well. if he was shocked by the entire ordeal, he sure didn’t show it. his face remained a perfect poker face, no emotions seeping through. “i wanted to talk to your daughter, ma’am. i assume she’s told you about our relationship and how we broke apart. there is no ulterior motive here, i just wanted to explain myself and talk it out.”
“that’s-!”
your father interrupted your mother again, not giving her another opportunity to spit venom at choso. “i think that is a good idea. though she has not opened up about everything, i can tell that she is hurting as much as you are. i believe a discussion would be very productive. but what is your intention? what are you going to do once you’ve explained yourself?”
suddenly, you felt like you were forgotten or invisible in the entire discussion. were they ignoring you? you were standing right there and yet no one was addressing you. you huffed, trying to pull their focus back on you. “nothing’s gonna happen, dad. there was nothing for us to work with and there won’t be.”
choso felt like he’d been slapped. he didn’t know what to make of your reaction but he came here for one reason only: to give you the closure that you deserved and he wasn’t going to leave until he accomplished just that. “i intend to apologize to her. judging from your wife’s reaction, you don’t seem to like me very much. i can’t imagine you would ever accept me, i know i don’t live up to your standards. i don’t deserve your daughter, she deserves so much more than what i can offer. and i’m aware of it. but if she’s willing to have me, i’ll try my very best to live up to your standards, to prove myself to you. i just want to be with her and make her happy. i’m in love with her and that’s what i intended to tell her.”
your heart stopped at his confession. all this time, choso loved you? megumi had been right all along. choso returned your feelings and he was here, so close and yet so far. dread filled you as you realized your parents could possibly drive him away, make him disappear from your life with just a snap of their fingers. you cherished choso more than you were aware of, the adoration running deep in your veins even when you were trying to reject him.
“i see. that’s reason enough for me. we’ve already let her have a piece of our mind, i don’t think she needs more telling off. my little girl has grown so much and it’s time to let her make her own decisions, growing and mistakes,” your father shot your mother a look. she’d calmed down, choso’s explanation seemingly having brought her back to her senses. she looked away, not wanting to look him in the eyes. “we’ll let you deal with this. but know that if she does take you back, i won’t go easy on you, alright? the bars are high and i don’t intend to lower them just because you love her. prove to me, that you’re worthy of her.”
“i will,” choso sounded so sure and confident that it made your father grin - you sure had found someone who took great care of you and wasn’t afraid to stand tall in front of your father. and that he liked, someone who wasn’t scared to back down from a challenge, someone who would be the perfect partner for you. as your parents said goodbye and left, he gave choso a pat on the shoulder before exiting the apartment, leaving the two of you to your own devices.
you didn’t know what to say, how to start. standing in the hallway was awkward but you couldn’t move just yet, instead wanting to hear what he had to say first. “you love me?” you croaked, your voice failing you. now that your parents were gone, you could freely show your emotions, not being able to hold the tears back any longer. choso panicked, fussing over you as you started to cry. furiously, you wiped the tears away with the sleeves of your sweater.
“i do. i uhm wish i had found a better way to tell you this. i figured that you probably thought that everything we did was simply a facade but i promise you that it was all real. i don’t know when exactly but i started falling for you along the way and it was hard… to remind myself that you were a client and i was just there to provide the service to you, you know? i had no right to get mad at you if you decided to go and see other people. and i wasn’t sure of your feelings for me, it was…” choso trailed off, struggling to find the right word but you knew what he meant and nodded, signaling him to continue. “i just didn’t want to tie you to me when you… when you might not like me back or even want to be with an escort.”
you sniffled quietly, wrapping your arms around him immediately, with such a speed that it almost knocked the air out of his lungs. confused, choso wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin and rubbing your back soothingly. he was relieved that you didn’t push him away at least and let him explain everything in one go. he felt more at ease now and was at peace with the decision to immediately leave and never butt in your life again in case you rejected him.
“all this time, i also loved you,” you mumbled, an upset frown on your face. “i- i just kept thinking that you’d never return my feelings and that you were just playing boyfriend because i hired you to do so and-”
you hiccuped, another sob tearing from your throat.
“when you told me not to go on that date and immediately followed it with you only being my escort and nothing more, it hurt me so much and i know it was stupid and childish of me to react in such a way but… i was just spiraling, i love you so much and didn’t know where to place the anxieties and negative feelings.”
choso shushed you quietly when your sobs grew more frequent and you let him pick you up, clinging onto him as he walked over to the couch and sat on it with you on his lap. “shh, you’re okay, we’re okay,” he mumbled against the crown of your head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i’m sorry i hurt you so much, i was not aware that you already liked me back then and that my words would have such an effect on you.”
over and over, choso apologized quietly until you calmed down, slumping against his chest. you stayed silent, trying to piece your thoughts and feelings back together so as to present him with a coherent and logical question. your mind was in shambles and you hoped that choso would at least get what you were hinting at. “so w- what do we do now? where do we- we go from here?”
“as i’ve already told your dad… if you’ll have me, i’ll make it up to you, all the hurt that i’ve caused you. i love you, so much. i want to be your boyfriend, and this time officially.”
“i like the sound of it,” you mumbled, tilting your head back to look at him. “will you be my boyfriend?”
“it would be an honour, princess.”
with a kiss, choso sealed the deal, easily catapulting you back on cloud nine. who would have thought that the escort you’d hired to be your fake boyfriend would turn out to be the prince charming you had always hoped for, surpassing even your wildest dreams and expectations. choso was everything you wanted and more - he was the person you wanted to wake up to every morning, the person you wanted to come home to. he was the person with whom you wanted to spend your life with, the person that loved you so unconditionally and never expected anything in return. you were lucky that he chose you, that he loved you back. out of all the persons in the universe, it was him.
he was perfect and he was yours.
p.s.: if you've made it until the end: thank you so much for reading!
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Father of the Year (Part 6)
Peter Parker x Stark!reader (platonic)
warnings: massive nwh spoilers!!
a/n: FINALLY got more timeline for this fic, oh god
prompt:
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5
Your phone rang while you watched the “Breaking News” broadcast by the Daily Bugle. You figured it was him. “I just heard. I, uh, I don’t know what to say.”
“Y/N, you have to help me! You were there, you can tell them it was faked!” Peter immediately cut to the chase, fearing for his friends and family. “Everyone wants to get an interview with you, this is the time to do it.”
“Peter,” you sighed and tried to sort this all out in your head, or convince yourself it wasn’t your problem, “who says they’re gonna believe me? There’s definitely been mixed feelings about my return.”
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Peter reasoned and you laughed into the speaker.
“The world turns on me again.” You answered and sat through a few moments of silence. “Ugh, fine! I’ll do what I can.” You groaned and hung up the phone, tracking the Daily Bugle broadcast to a very lonely man’s apartment. You flew there yourself, weren’t too far away. After tapping the glass a few times and startling the host, he rushed to the window and, surprisingly, let you in.
“Alright, folks, it seems we have a special guest here now to comment on the recent unfolding of the London attack.” You climbed through the window as carefully as you could and walked over to his desk. “Let’s welcome y/n Stark.” This was a big opportunity for J. Jonah Jameson.
“Hello, Jameson.” You muttered.
“So, Mx. Stark, you’ve recently reformed yourself to become a superhero, congratulations! We all knew you had it in you. And how heroic of you to step in to stop the Spider-Menace from killing all those innocents without hesitation!” Jameson praised you for half-truths, which honestly made you happy, but you needed to set the record straight.
“While some of that might be true, I do have to admit that Peter Parker was not the villain of this story. Unfortunately, it was my good friend, Quentin Beck. Otherwise known as Mysterio.” You revealed, imagining a theatrical shock and jaw drops of the viewers among the world.
“So, you claim that you were working with the ‘bad guy?’” He put in air quotes. “I find that hard to believe considering there are thousands of pictures and videos of you saving the innocent bystanders of London. Why are you trying to ruin your newfound good name? Do you think you’re not good enough for it?” Jameson questioned you, trying to figure you out in such a complicated situation.
“I’m just trying to make sure that this kid doesn’t get his life ruined over false accusations. Those drones were being controlled by my partner in crime, Beck. They led to his death, Peter did not kill him. I hate to drag his name through the mud after all he’s done for me, but he didn’t let me in on the big picture until it was too late.” You tried to explain again, but talking to someone lake Jameson was like talking to a brick wall.
“Well, we appreciate you trying to save a young man from the consequences of his actions. Surely, you know what it feels like to be ridiculed like this, but there is solid proof that Parker is a criminal! He has to pay for what he’s done!” Jameson started to get worked up again and you knew it was a lost cause.
“I tried,” you shrugged and stood up from his desk, “to the people who believe Peter and I: he’s going to need your support. To those who believe Beck: I did, too. Once. But don’t believe everything you see on the internet. Thanks for your time, Jameson.” As soon as you were off the screen, you got another call, now identified as Peter Parker since you saved his number. “I told you, kid. The media’s a bitch, I should know.”
“So, what do I do?!” Peter urgently asked you, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. Been there. But you knew there was only one way to get away from all the heat.
“I suggest you go into hiding, Peter. There’s really nothing else you can do.” You told him from experience.
“I—I just can’t do that, y/n. I have a lot going on right now.” He took a few deep breaths, pacing around his room at this point. “Can I send you my address? Can you just meet me at my apartment so I can sort this out.”
“I don’t need your address, I know where you live. Actually, everyone knows where you live now.” You hung up and made your way to his place, covered at every angle by cameras, swarming with news stations and helicopters. As soon as they saw you make your way in there, you’d probably have some of your own complications.
You knocked on his door and were immediately let in by his girlfriend, who awkwardly introduced herself as you walked by. “Oh, hell no! Peter get behind me, the Tony’s crazy kid is out to get you now. Hurting him won’t make you a hero, y/n!” May started shouting, overreacting over the whole situation.
“Chill out, May. I called them in, they’re trying to help.” Peter defended you while you geared down and finally made eye contact with Happy.
“Hi, Happy.” You nervously greeted.
“Hi, y/n.” He replied gruffly.
“Still mad at me?” You asked.
“I haven’t decided yet.” He answered.
“Peter, you didn’t want to tell me my old babysitter was here?” You snapped at him and he got even more nervous than he already was.
“Sorry! I didn’t think about it. He isn’t even supposed to be here, him and May were breaking up!” Peter rambled out and you were so surprised from it you completely ignored that entire sentence, it just was not important.
“Okay, whatever, anyways.” You shook your head and looked at the TV, noticing the headline changed to: Y/N STARK…WORKING WITH THE ENEMY? “Goddammit, I knew this was gonna happen. Oh, that’s just great. What else is new? Okay, so you definitely can’t stay here for obvious reasons.”
“So you’re suggesting he runs away? Just like you?” Happy cut in and you rolled your eyes.
“I’m suggesting that he finds a place to stay that’s not swarming with media, Harold.” You shot back and walked over to the window, motioning to all the people both above and below. “I’m sure this isn’t the ideal living arrangement for the Parkers.”
“No, they’re right.” May nodded along, trying to show a bit of kindness to you. “Thank you, y/n, but we need to stay put for a while. If we move around now, they’re going to think Peter’s guilty. Until we get some definite answers, we’re going to have to stay.” You respected her decision, it did make perfect sense. Peter still has a lot left to lose, you weren’t exactly in the same boat.
“I understand, that definitely makes sense. Especially if this leads into legal trouble.” You agreed and the whole room went silent. “What, you think this won’t be litigated. Peter was just accused of murder, expect cops here soon.”
“Wait, wait? There’s no evidence besides the video!” Peter tried to defend himself.
“Probable cause.” You replied and his stomach sank. “If this gets taken to court, I’ll testify on his behalf, but that’s really all I can do at this point.” You felt as if you’d overstayed your welcome and put your suit back on, ready for a quick getaway. “I’ll be around.” You headed for the door and heard Happy’s voice call over to you.
“Thanks for your help, y/n.” He told you, and although you didn’t respond, you smiled to yourself on your way out the door.
After that, you kept up with news stories, heard a few updates from Peter, and tried your best to stay out of it and make a name for yourself away from your dad, fighting crime in New York now that the riots were getting way out of hand. It felt a bit under your level of expertise, but that all changed when there was ruckus on the highway bridge. A supervillain of sorts, not one you’ve ever seen before. You got there as soon as you could, meeting Peter then and there.
“Peter! You know this guy?” You flew down after overhearing their conversation and shooting rockets at his mechanical arms.
“I have no idea who this guy is. I swear!” You both dodged/blew up debris and tried to clear the bridge of any bystanders, but the media was already here and had their eyes on you, raising the question about whether or not you were the real villain. Fortunately, people are stupid and can’t put together your backstory all that well.
“Well, he certainly knows you!” You shouted, charging high speed towards the enemy in an attempt to rip one of those damn mechanical tentacles off, but you were tossed aside immediately and forced to save the remainder of people stuck up on the bridge while Peter fought his own battles.
While Peter settled his issues and captured your latest foe, another one appeared in the air. You were ready for another fight until you blinked and found yourself in some kind of dungeon. Your eyes fell on a familiar wizard from a few years ago.
“Oh, it’s you.” You sighed and looked around the area, trying to put together all this magic crap.
“Good to see you again, too, Mx. Stark.” Doctor Strange greeted you and began his explanation of why you and Peter were here with this…odd character.
“Peter, you went to a wizard for help?!” You shouted at him and he looked between you and Strange a few times.
“Don’t look at me, I won’t defend you.” Strange told him and he gulped.
“They weren’t gonna let my friends into MIT because of me! I had to do something!” Peter defended himself and Strange cut in.
“He came to me before calling in the plead his case, as well.” The wizard threw him under the bus and you felt your blood boiling again. This was the genius that your dad was so obsessed with ignoring you for. The kid that would probably be the death of you if he kept this up. And the kid who was about to ruin your brand new good name.
“I…I can’t even…okay, sure, great, that sure was stupid. So, we’re going to find the rest of the crazies that Peter caused to be pulled from another dimension. That part is kind of incredible, but the rest sucks.” You put it all together in your mind and looked at the two villains you’d already met, inter-dimensional villains.
“I’m surprised you’re willing to help, y/n. Last I heard, you hated your dad and anyone associated with him.” Strange pointed out and you nodded in agreement.
“I do. And I still do. But Peter is a kid, he didn’t know what he was getting into with my family bullshit. Plus, Tony liked to twist my words and act fake in front of the cameras, how was he to know?” You explained and Strange admired your change of heart, understanding exactly what you were saying.
“That’s fair. Well, go on, I trust you’ll be able to find a couple of them.” Strange told you and sent you through a portal back straight out of this Crypt. You found yourself out on the streets of New York and hopped online immediately for some kind of indication of a big bad villain around the place.
“They really have changed.” Peter told Stephen once you were gone. “I kind of feel bad looking back on it now. They’re right, Tony was really mean to them.”
“I believe them, Peter. Tony was obsessed with his image when y/n was young and y/n got in the way of his bachelor playboy life. I’m sure that contempt for them carried on as he grew up.” Stephen told Peter, giving him even more insight into your family life. “By the time you came around, he saw you as a second chance. Instead of trying to make things right with his own talented kid, he sprung for another. That had to have stung. That’s probably what drove y/n to run away.”
“It is…I was there.” Peter admitted, ashamed that he had to play a part in that. “I was a little mean to them, too.”
“See? You made some mistakes, but they get it. You idolized their father, a man who doesn’t exactly make the greatest choices. Have you apologized for playing a part yet?” Stephen inquired, but Peter’s change in expression told him everything. “Yeah, maybe you should change that.”
“I’ll work on it…just another thing to add to the list.” He tried to whisk Peter away, but Peter still had a few things to get out of the way. You didn’t participate in the little search party with his friends, you were much more comfortable on your own. Without civilians.
You stayed solo until the Statue of Liberty plan, surprised to see more than one Peter Parker on the scene. “So what’s your plan here?”
“Lure all the bad guys with the box that sends them home, cure them so they don’t die when they get sent back, send them back.” Peter explained to you as you eyed the other two Spider-Men. “Is something wrong?”
“Just wondering if your friends also made their version of me miserable in their universes.” You commented and they exchanged glances.
“We’ve never met a Tony or y/n Stark on our worlds.” One of them answered and you nodded, wishing that was the case for you. Which, I mean, if you tried really hard, you could have gotten Strange to erase your existence from the world. Oh, well.
You waited aside in solitude, ready to deal with whatever could be thrown at you. The sooner this was over with, the sooner you could mind your business again. And as the villains started showing their faces, you chose to go after one Electro. He had property that belonged to you.
“Interesting choice, the arc reactor.” You pointed out, hovering before him. “I don’t know if you know this, but that little guy belongs to me.” You shot him with a repulsor and sent him flying back. You dukes it out with him as best as you could, just trying to get your property back.
Eventually, you did get your arc reactor back. And the Peters took care of their villains. The surprise that came with this win was that no one would remember Peter Parker himself. He’d be erased from everyone’s memories.
“So wait, what does that mean for me?” You asked, confused as to how that would change your life in these past few years.
“I’m not quite sure. No one can. All that is certain is that Peter Parker will no longer be known to anyone in this universe.” Strange explained and you just had to accept it. You couldn’t stop this, even if you wanted to.
“Y/N, I have to tell you something before he finishes up.” He pulled you aside and Stephen smiled weakly, knowing Peter was going to do the right thing one more time. “I’m really sorry, y/n.”
“For?” You raised a brow and got a little distracted by the sky, the magic, and the dimensions that were nearing.
“For making things worse with your dad. I know it’s overdue, but I at least have to tell you before you forget I exist.” Peter began to cry a bit, knowing time was fleeting. You nodded, getting a little emotional yourself as you accepted this little apology as closure for your father’s death and mistreatment of you.
“Thanks, Peter.” You offered a hug as a goodbye and sent him on his way. “Go on, you need to say goodbye to your real friends.” He left you atop Lady Liberty and you looked up the the wizard, waving goodbye as you took off.
Before long, the slate for Peter Parker was wiped clean. You were on the news daily now, tales of your heroics and prior under-appreciation always being talked about. You had let go of your dad, even publicly telling your story and accepting that it was in the past and you’re ready to move on from your rocky childhood. Even made up with Happy and Pepper—to some degree. All of that happened without the existence of Peter Parker. Really made him think.
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Jealousy, Jealousy (Wanda Maximoff x fem reader)
pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem reader
Summary: reader is a shy and insecure Avenger whit a crush on Wanda, but she never made the first move on the sokovian. What if, during a party, finally something happens between the two of them?
Warnings: angst, reader being insecure, language (I think?), alcohol and sexual tension (feel free to tell me if I should add more).
English is not my first language, so bare with my grammar please, lol. This is my first fanfiction ever so forgive me if it's not anything special or it is lame.
I got inspired by "Jealousy, Jealousy" by Olivia Rodrigo, so I suggest you listen to it while reading, if you want.♥️
You hated them. You hated Tony's parties.
Don't get me wrong, you enjoyed the Avengers company, but parties were definitely not your thing. You always felt... out of place.
You were fine with chatting with the team during this day when you spent some time together, but when parties where that huge like tonight's one, all you wanted to do was staying in your room.
The fact is that you can't help but compare yourself to the others. You never felt enough and you were intimated by Tony's friends and the other heroes. You were just... You. No one special with no cool superpowers, you were good at hand to hand combat and you were really smart, but that was it; you always thought that was lame. Like that wasn't enough, you were the newest recruit in the team. The Avengers all welcomed you well and you grew attached to all of them, especially Natasha, but still, you didn't feel like that was enough for you to be considered "the cool Avenger", and you were still private about your feelings and emotions; when something was wrong the only answer that you had when they asked you what bothered you was "it's nothing". But it wasn't nothing. You felt an outsider in the team, you felt like you weren't enough for them and the worst part is that you knew it was all in your head, but you couldn't help it.
The first person that always comes to your mind when you think of someone cool is Wanda. Her powers affascinates you and you loved her determination. You can't say you two are close, but she always treated you well and she respected your boundaries, that's why now you have a crush on her and that's part of the reason you didn't want to go to the party. Seeing her well dressed while smiling to people who weren't you and while Vision was trying to get her attention would only make it worse.
You considered staying in your room while scrolling your social media, not having any strength to get up and get ready, especially when you were still in your bathrobe and your thoughts were only about a certain witch. However you knew Natasha would've dragged you out of the room if you wouldn't come so, after a few curses and annoyed groans, you threw your phone on the pillow and started to get dressed.
You didn't want to get the attention to you, people would start a conversation and tonight you weren't into it at all, so you opted for a green skirt and a black, cropped sweater and a little bit of makeup. Nothing more.
I'm already so sick of this bullshit, you thought to yourself, then you took a deep breath and went downstairs.
–
As you expected, the biggest room of the Stark Tower was filled with people you didn't know, but you were sure they were mostly Tony's friends.
They were all so confident with their drinks in hands, perfect combed hair and fancy dresses worth millions of dollars.
You weren't nothing like these people: you didn't get why people would spend millions for pieces of cloth. It was a waste of money, but how you wished you saw it differently, maybe you would be one of these apparently happy people with a lot of friends, and not the weirdo of the group with a lack of confidence so evident you couldn't even enjoy a relaxing event.
A few tears tried to escape your eyes, but you wouldn't let them. Steve was watching you and, from the look he was giving you, he already sensed something was off with you; so you did what was best and faked a smile, which he returned gladly before he went back to his conversation with Bucky.
You felt like a creep standing in the corner of the room doing nothing, so you started looking around searching for Nat. After a few second you saw her talking, or better, flirting with Bruce at the bar while she had a Martini on her hand.
You frowned sympathetically. Cute. He really likes her a lot, you thought seeing Bruce embarrassed and intimidated by the widow.
Suddenly a waiter asked you if you wanted a glass of wine and you accepted, maybe a little alcohol would help you get through this more easily. You took a sip and enjoyed the feeling of the wine in your throat.
“This is ridiculous.” you whispered.
“What is ridiculous?” you heard someone ask you.
You turned to see who it was and that's when you saw her: Wanda was smiling at you with a curious expression on her face.
You blinked a few times, amazed by the girl in front of you: she was wearing a short, black dress, and her ginger hair was loose on her shoulders. She decided to put on a little bit of makeup and a red lipstick. Not like her typical style, but you liked her anyway. She was always so beautiful.
You shook your head, realizing she was waiting for an answer. "Uhm, parties, I guess.” She nodded. “I mean, Tony's events are always too exaggerated.” you added before biting your lips, clearly embarrassed.
“I know how you feel.” Wanda agreed. “I always have to try so hard to fit in during things like these.” She chuckled while looking around the room.
“Well, at least you're trying.” You said before giving her a dry laugh, looking down at your glass.
The ginger tilted her head sympathetically. “Well, maybe that's the problem.”
You frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I mean... trying too hard is the problem.” She explained. “If you feel like you have to try so hard it becomes unbearable, maybe that means that the thing you're doing is not good for you.” She added before biting the inside of her cheek.
You simply hummed in agreement and took another sip of wine, too intimated by her beauty.
Don't think something awkward. She can read minds. Don't think how beautiful she is- shit. Stop thinking.
“If you'll excuse me, Vision is looking for me.” She said with a smirk on her face before leaving you alone again.
You watched her walk away, analizing her every move. God, how you wanted her to be yours. She was not, of course. Why would she be with someone like you? She could have Vision and every other man in this room, so why would she choose a girl like you? Speaking of the devil, Vision approached her with a few guys and she gave him her brightest smile.
You watched all the interaction, still in the corner of the room.
He was so confident with his perfect posture and his good manners. He would be the best for her. He's the kind of man, or synthezoid, or whatever, that could always reassure her and find the perfect words to make her feel better. He would try and cheer her up and find the better jokes to tell, just like he's probably doing right now. In fact the sokovian was laughing at something he said and her beautiful laugh echoed through the room.
You felt jealousy rush through your veins.
“I wanna be him so bad!”
All the people in the room turned to look at you with puzzled expression.
Your eyes went wide when you realized you practically yelled what you wanted was just a thought so, without a second thought, you rushed out of the party and went straight to your room.
You slammed the door and let the tears escape. You took off your make up and headed straight to bed, overthinking what just happened, screaming in your pillow.
I always ruin everything!
You didn't expect you would've said that out loud and right now you didn't expect to hear someone to knock on your door. You didn't answer, though, you kept your head buried in the pillow. It was probably Natasha who wanted to talk about what happened and you definitely weren't going to say a word.
The door opened anyway and you groaned in annoyance.
“Listen, Nat-” You started to say but stopped immediately when you saw it wasn't the russian spy, but Wanda.
“Hi.” She greeted you with a shy smile. “May I sit?” She asked pointing the bed.
You composed yourself and nodded shyly. “Yeah.”
Wanda gave you a swift smile and sat next to you, crossing her legs on the bed. Your breath itched when you felt your knees touching. You two have never been this close and the situation was making you nervous, thing that didn't go unnoticed by Wanda considering the fact that you were playing with the ring on your index finger.
You never noticed but Wanda knows you very well. She knows your moves, the way you play with your hands when you're nervous, the way your eyes shine when you talk about your interests or the way you are quieter than usual when you're sad.
The truth is that Wanda liked you very much and she knew you liked her too. She didn't want to tell you 'cause she wanted you to take courage and say it first and, to be fully honest, she was scared. What if your crush was temporary and you would eventually get bored? What if she loses you just like she lost her parents and Pietro? She would never, ever accept it.
“So... Why did you run away?” She asked like it wasn't obvious you just yelled in front of everyone.
“Are you seriously asking, Wanda?” You snapped before you could stop yourself.
She looked at you with sad eyes before looking down at her hands. “Sorry…”
“No, no... Don't apologize.” You whispered. “You have nothing to apologize for. I shouldn't have… God, I'm pathetic.”
You threw your head in your hands and sighed. I'm so sick of myself!
“Why are you sick of yourself?” The sokovian asked you before placing a hand on your knee.
You looked at the hand and then at her.
“Sorry, I shouldn't have read your mind, but sometimes your thoughts are really loud.” she chuckled, starting to rub her thumb on your knee. You were speechless, all this interaction was making you crazy. You craved more of her touch and now, more than ever, you wanted to kiss her. However you pushed those feelings aways and started to open up to avoid thinking about something inappropriate. “I'm just… me. I mean, I'm not special.”
“Why do you think that?” She asked raising an eyebrow, her hand never leaving your skin.
You took a deep breath. “Wanda, come on! Tony's friends are so cool, he's loved by everyone, Natasha is a badass russian spy, you have these amazing superpower. Thor is literally a God, for fuck's sake!”
“You compare yourself to the others too much. It's not healthy, Y/N.” She sweetly stated wiping away a tear from you cheek.
You closed your eyes for a second, enjoying her touch, but then you came back to reality. “I know, but I can't help it. The others seem to be so confident and happy, and all the girls at the party... Fuck, they're so pretty-”
"Beauty is not your lack.” She interrupted you smirking, her hand still on your cheek.
“I- I just wish I was them... I wish I had the courage Vision has.” You admitted, looking down.
“Why him?” The ginger asked placing two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at her in those piercing green eyes.
“Because I'm so jealous he gets all your attentions and I don't just because I'm too insecure.” You said it in a whisper, almost inaudible, but Wanda heard you and you knew judging by the smile on her face.
“You want my attentions?” She asked leaning in.
Her face was so close to yours that it was hard to breathe. You could smell her perfume and that alone was making you want her more. You had the urge to kiss her and touch her and taste her, but right now Wanda was waiting for a response so you simply nodded, not trusting your voice.
“You already have them.” She admitted, making you frown in confusion. “There might be a hundred people in the room, but I would always notice you and only you, Y/n.” You were speechless, partly because of her confession, partly because she was so damn close to your face it made your heart race fast, and before you could realise, she kissed you.
Her lips were so soft against yours and her hands were in the right places. However, after a few moments, you realized you froze and didn't reproached the kiss. Wanda broke the kiss, a disappointed look on her face.
“I'm sorry, I thought you liked me t-”
Before she could finish her sentence, you kissed her. You kissed her with so much confidence it surprised both you and Wanda.
Your right hand was on her neck and the other was on her waist, pulling her close.
You felt her smirk on the kiss and the hand that before was on your knee now was up your thigh.
“God, this skirt was making me crazy the whole night.” She breathed out, making the hand go higher and higher where you needed it the most.
Before you could realize you still had your party outfit on, Wanda started caressing slowly your inner thigh, making you gasp. Hearing the affect she had on you, the ginger bite your lobe before whispering something that made you shiver.
“Let me show you all the attentions I have for you, babygirl.”
alright, that was it. I know it's not good, but I had this idea the other night and I just had to write it.
Feedback is appreciated. <3
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