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torhues · 2 years

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osamu miya.

"what do you think is the right way to ask someone out?" osamu's sudden question draws out your attention from your english assignment.

you take a moment to think, and while he thinks you're sorting out the most appropriate answers to his question, you're lost looking the answer to just one question that's plaguing your mind : should you tell him, or not?

"uh, who is it for?" you settle with the conclusion that he's asking that question out of curiosity. after all, you both are at an age where romance gradually becomes an integral parts of almost everyone's life.

out of all the years that you've known osamu— which is for around seven years for now— there has been only one time when you've seen him pursuing someone, and that was your best friend in middle school; and like the good friend you were, you helped the two of them confess to each other. you would walk to school and back, watching them holding hands, make plans without you because they were dating and it was understandable. you didn't mind, not at all, for you weren't in love with him at that point.

looking back now, you wonder if things would've turned out different if you hadn't helped your friend, or if you had realised your feelings a bit earlier. back then, you found it amusing to watch two people in love act like idiots, not knowing it'd all come back to you with a much larger impact.

"someone i like," he replies in his classic monotonous voice, as if he couldn't care less about not telling you who he has a crush on. it's exactly how it was back in middle school. had it not been for your friend, you wouldn't have known she was the one osamu had been planning to ask out all along. "goes to the same university as us, might even be in your biochem class,"

and your mind traces over the image of every single person in your class, crossing out the names that don't seem to fit osamu's taste in romantic partners. it's not the first time you're doing this. in fact, you've gotten used to figuring out whether he would be interested in someone just by looking at them. it's something you've learnt as you got better at hiding your feelings.

you've known him long enough to know who he might date yet still, couldn't bring yourself to believe that you could possibly have a chance with him.

"well, i can't tell you if i don't know the person," something about you makes osamu believe that you're a cupid. you're good at reading people, welcoming, albeit not so good at reaching out to strangers, but you are likeable, more than likeable, actually.

he has seen you set people up, including himself, and excluding yourself. the reason why you're not interested in pursuing someone anymore is beyond his comprehension. you have your fair share of knowledge about relationships, have dated a couple of guys before giving up altogether. it's not like your relationships didn't work, but it always seemed as if you were better off without them.

even while dating, it looks like your eyes are looking for someone else while being in someone's arms.

he sighs, putting down his phone. "just tell me what you like, people aren't much different after all,"

"uh, well, i hate public confessions and people who confess through calls and texts," which stands true for most the people out there. public confessions are more of a show off and confessing through texts is just, not enough. "also, i like to stay at home or be at some cafe so like, arcades, amusement parks and places like those aren't up to my liking either,"

you notice the smile on his face, along with the dreamy eyes and make him look prettier than he already is. frankly, the idea of osamu doing everything you like to ask someone else out hurts more than it should. you're probably not the only persons with those likes and dislikes. you know you should be happy for him and the person he likes because in the end, osamu is everything you, or anyone, could ask for.

"what about flowers? lilacs?" he asks, getting back to his phone.

"what are you doing, congratulating someone on their graduation?" his lips instantly curve into a frown, and you know in his head, he's snickering about how he is not the best when it comes to picking flowers, and that you shouldn't make fun of him for this. "i'd say tulips, they're a better gifts for first dates and confessions,"

one day, back in first year of university, osamu asked you why you don't seek relationships anymore. thinking about it now, you never gave him an absolute answer.

on some days, the answer would be academics, other days, it would be sadness looming over your shoulders after watching your ex with someone else. sometimes, you would excuse it by saying it's a waste of time and when asked when you're drunk, you'd say it's because you already have someone in mind, someone who can't be yours, no matter how much you try.

on some days, you wonder if osamu ever thinks about all the answers, or excuses, you gave to his question. there are times when the worlds makes compels you to believe that osamu likes you back, but then you realise that if he did, he wouldn't have asked out others all this time. you did drop hints regarding your feelings for him, and he failed to catch on for he for too busy looking at everyone except you.

"i wonder why you don't date anymore," the question arises again, flooding all the memories back into your head.

"i did have someone i liked, but he likes someone else," and you realise you can't lie to him anymore. "so, i gave up," osamu finds it amusing how you say those words with a smile, and he finds it despairing knowing that now, you've simply learnt to live with pain while pretending to be okay.

he shoots you a comforting smile, "i hope that wouldn't be the case for me,"

"me too," and you smile back.

he gets off your bed, picking up his jacket while offering soft apologies for the state your bed is in because of him. sometimes, you feel like there should be a warning for everyone who dates him : caution, this man doesn't know how to keep the bed clean. there are nights when you go to sleep thinking about how you're probably the only one who can keep up with this habit of his, and then wake up realising that it wasn't a problem to anyone it now so, it wouldn't be in future either.

it's like oscillating between the possibility and impossibility of him and you, caressing your little heart with false hope.

"ah, what should i say while confessing?" he shoots another question, making you snicker in annoyance.

"c'mon 'samu, you're not asking someone out for the first time,"

"just tell me,"

and you allow yourself to get lost in thoughts again. for a brief second, you consider telling him to not confess. the reason? your feelings, but again, you and him aren't meant to be together in the first place. it's just like how the saying goes— cupids must not fall in love— and you did the forbidden, knowing it would hurt you ten folds more every time you tie his threads with someone that's not you.

"i don't know, just give the flowers and ask if they'd like to go out with you or something," he chimes a faint thank you before leaving your room, and then your apartment. this time, you don't walk up to the door to see him off, neither do you wish him good luck, and surprisingly, osamu doesn't seem to notice your minute absence either.

it's fine, you tell yourself, one of you has to start getting accustomed to the other's absence. while the process has already begun for you, you hope osamu gets used to it as well. you need him to stop reaching you out for relationship advices because you don't know how long you can compose yourself before shattering once again. you try to distract yourself with essays due next month or even further, reading chapters that haven't been taught in class, reading research papers; just anything that can keep your mind off osamu.

you don't want to think about him, or what he's doing. maybe, he's buying the flowers, making preparations or calling his crush and asking them to meet him at their favourite place. even better if his crush confessed while he has been preparing a proposal of his own, it would be cinematic. you don't want to think about him at all, but the more you try, the deeper he engraves inside your mind.

the evening rolls by with you still sitting at your study desk with a bunch of papers lying around a not one complete work. there are rain splatters on your windows and you hope the off-season showers haven't ruined his confession. you can't wish for the other person to like him back, so you just wish for his happiness; whatever makes him happy, even if it means pushing him away.

and when you manage to drag yourself to the kitchen to grab something to eat and make yourself feel better, the sound of your doorbell hits your ears. the rain hits harder, you muster up the energy to walk up to the door.

there's osamu standing with a love sick smile and slightly wet hair, along with rain splatters on his shirt, and the bouquet of tulips in his hand. "will you go out with me?"

#♡ hues'.#♡ handmade.#this is not angst trust me #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fic #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #osamu fluff #osamu headcanons #osamu drabbles #osamu fic #osamu angst #haikyuu angst #miya osamu #haikyuu osamu

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corrodedcoughin · 11 months

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From the outside Eddie presents as a person with very little care for the opinions of others. This however is a shield, an armour class so high that no roll is beating him. Or so he likes to think. Truth is, it's shitty armour that would dissolve in water. But he can't let anyone know that. Needs to keep up appearances, needs to keep performing.

This would all be fine if it weren't for the fact that Steve Harrington is aiming a metaphorical water pistol at his heart at point blank range.

When did it start? Oh, who knows!

Eddie knows, oh Eddie knows alright. Shamefully it wasn't even a mind-meltingly-he’s-so-hot-take-me-now moment that made Eddie's weevil brain latch onto the idea of Steve and never let go. No. It was during lunch period, because is there really a more romantic setting to have your heart shattered and reformed into the image of your new love? You see Eddie was attacked! Ambushed by his feelings! The traitors! He was mid conversation with Jeff about the best unconventional food combinations. Eddie was arguing for bananas with sliced cheese and was not being given a fair hearing on the matter when he turned his head at the most inopportune moment. The moment that ruined everything. Because in that head swivel Eddie saw Steve being Steve. He saw 'The Hair' without the mask. Steve had been tapped on the shoulder by one of his sport boys and had turned around to display a perfectly normal serious face. Except, on that serious face was two carrot sticks placed in his mouth like walrus tusks before he decided to further ruin Eddie by breaking out in the most disgustingly beautiful fit of laughter. Then! Then he had the audacity to take the sticks out and shove them up his nose. This was complete idiot behaviour and Eddie had never been more endeared in his life. Fuck.

'Ground control to Munson, anyone in there?' Before Eddie could register what was happening Gareth had appeared from behind and started knocking on Eddie's head. Gareth could try all he wanted, Eddie was in a severe case of ooey gooey heart eyes over The Societal Norm that was Steve Harrington.

'You okay man? You look vaguely constipated. More than usual I mean. You eat too many of those vitamin gummies again?' Gareth had taken a seat next to Eddie now and was promptly swapping out their lunch trays. His chocolate pudding to Eddie, Eddie's vanilla to Jeff and two applesauces to Ian. In return Gareth got an extra pretzel, no sweet tooth on that boy, which they all agreed was concerning and confirmed their theory that Gareth did not have earthly origins.

'Dude shut up. And anyway it was ONE time. AND WHO TOLD YOU?' He didn't mean to shout but when a man's bowel's movements are brought up in a public setting what else is he to do? And...and oh no. Oh no, no. Eddie had turned back to get another sneaky look at Steve and was met by the whole table staring back. The whole table including Steve. Steve that was now making eye contact with Eddie while smiling in a deliciously confused way. Delicious?? Why was he giving Steve food adjectives? Who was he becoming? Next thing he'll be wanting to take a bite out of him!...maybe...maybe that wasn't such a bad idea actually, file that in his ‘think about later’ box.

'Harrington is totally staring at you. Eddie stop looking at him, stop! Do not engage with them! I swear to god I just want one lunch without drama!' Jeff said, finally breaking into Eddie's consciousness.

Feeling himself going bright red Eddie returned to his body just as Steve waved with a carrot stick in hand. Bright red was now a thing of the past. Eddie's face was crimson. Eddie’s entire body could probably be used as a beacon for airplanes looking to land. Eddie's only option now was to seek employment as a court jester in order to make use of his permanently altered complexion. Internally screaming, and maybe very quietly outwardly screaming too, Eddie swivelled abruptly in his seat. Fixed his gaze on the table in front of him and absolutely did not think about pretty Steve looked with a vegetable stuck in his face holes. Except he did and didn’t stop thinking about it for a long time.

#something lighter anyway #not what i had intended to start on but it's what got finished #maybe possible potentially a part two maybe! idk!#eddie gets swoopy tummy squeezey heart evertime he sees carrot sticks #by passes the area when he goes shopping with wayne faster than usual #starts BLUSHING #wayne has questions but at the same time...does not want to know #and I think that's fair.#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things

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trblsvt · 1 year

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trial by fire | lee jihoon

summary | he was trying, really. this whole relationship thing was new to him. genre | slight angst, fluff warnings | swearing, jihoon is a little cold at first word count | 1.6k words pairing | lee jihoon x gn!reader minli | lowercase intended this was originally supposed to be a headcanon but it turns out, i'm physically incapable of writing headcanons LOL, so here's a fic AASLDKJ thank you so much for the request this was so cute @seventeenology17fml

stage 1: realizing that relationships may not be a strong suit feat. seungcheol

"usually you're supposed get them something when they have an event like that," seungcheol mentioned in between bites of his food. jihoon paused. he hadn't really considered that to be something to do. he was at your speech and you looked happy enough that he was there, but he never considered you getting anything. "like what?" jihoon asked.

"like what?" seungcheol repeated, obviously baffled.

"that's what i asked you."

"okay, yeah, i was just making sure. i know being there was a really nice gesture, but you're usually supposed to get them congratulatory flowers or something. a bracelet. a card. anything, literally anything. ___ just completed a pretty big milestone in their career. you probably should have gotten them something." jihoon mulled it over in his mind. seungcheol had a point. he did notice that some, well, most of the other people there had flowers or some sort of gift bag. he just didn't consider you someone to want anything special, just something laid back.

but the more he was thinking about it, he began to think maybe you would want something special. seungcheol was right, that was a big moment and he didn't get you anything. he wanted to make it up to you somehow, he just didn't know how.

"you came!" you smiled wrapping your arms around him. he hesitated not expecting you to be so forward in this very public place. he reciprocated after a moment and smiled. "yeah of course i came, this was big for you," he murmured.

"i thought you said you had work," you commented. you weren't upset that he couldn't come, you understood the importance of his work. "well, yeah, i did. i mean i still do, so i'll probably have to go like right now," he said gaze shifting to the floor.

"oh, okay! i'll see you later, okay?" your voice sounded happy, but he couldn't help but feel like he was letting you down.

he was sure that his friends could help him out, but he wasn't necessarily great at asking for help. "so, do you think i'm a bad boyfriend?" he asked.

"no way," seungcheol instantly replied. "this is your first serious relationship since - ever. it's fair that you're sort of an idiot when it comes to this stuff."

"thanks."

"but being an idiot just means you have lots of space to improve! i know just who to call to help." jihoon knew where this was going and he didn't like it. seungcheol knowing about his dating problems was one thing, he was his greatest confidant. he didn't really want the rest of the group to know how inept he was at dating.

stage 2: learning the in's and out's of dating as a newbie feat. soonyoung

"so you've come to the dating master!" soonyoung concluded happily. jihoon sighed and threw his bag on the ground as he entered soonyoung and jun's apartment. "since when were you the dating master?" jihoon groaned. at that moment jun made his way out of his room. he looked between jihoon and soonyoung and sighed. "i'll be leaving," he sighed and instantly retreated back into his room. soonyoung rolled his eyes and forced jihoon to sit down on the couch. "i've heard you've had some dating problems," soonyoung said.

"i wouldn't call them problems-" jihoon started but was abruptly cut off.

"from what i heard you didn't get ___ anything at their big speech thing."

"yes that is true-"

"what else happened that night?" jihoon knew what he was getting at and he was ready to punch seungcheol for telling soonyoung this. he clasped his hands together and leaned against the couch. "i may have just left after we met up after," jihoon said through gritted teeth. he met soonyoung's eyes which were boring holes into his skull. "i know! i'm aware that was not what i was supposed to do." soonyoung decided not to comment on it since he could see his friend was obviously distressed about his situation. "how about this?" soonyoung began. "i know you planned a little dinner reservation for you and ___, so why don't you do some sort of grand gesture at dinner? a gift to make up for not getting anything for them at the event."

jihoon thought about it. he knew you were looking at some jewelry a while ago but refused to buy because it was too pricey. maybe grand gestures needed to become his thing. "yeah, okay, that's doable. i'll get them a gift today," jihoon mumbled.

"that's my man!" soonyoung cheered. "but, remember, be yourself. no need to change everything about your relationship. both of you seem very happy together right now."

"yeah, yeah, i know. it might be a nice change in pace. that way they know i love them, you know?" soonyoung smiled. he knew, but he also knew that you loved jihoon no matter what.

stage 3: implement the plan feat. wonwoo

"i can drive there myself," jihoon huffed. wonwoo chuckled and continued to drive. "this totally defeats the purpose of romantic gestures. what if i wanted to pick them up? isn't it weird my friend is driving me to my date. makes it feel like you're my chaperone."

"yeah, i'm aware of that," wonwoo rolled his eyes. "i'm just here to help out since ___ said they couldn't ride with you anyway. plus i wanted to talk with you about something."

jihoon couldn't fathom what wonwoo would want to talk to him about. maybe he was going to tell him that he was an awful boyfriend and this whole plan was so stupid. though he highly doubted that. wonwoo wasn't like that. "so i know this whole plan was set up by soonyoung," wonwoo began. "i just thought you should know that no matter what, ___ loves you and you shouldn't feel pressured to change a bunch things about your relationship. you both seem extremely happy."

oh.

that was nice.

jihoon knew deep down wonwoo would never tell him something hurtful, but he was still surprised by what he said. "yeah. we are really happy, but there's no harm in trying something new," jihoon seemed to want to defend soonyoung's idea.

"of course. but don't compromise what you and ___ built together just because what you do is a little different from other couples. there isn't a national handbook for relationships, you know?" jihoon just nodded. he understood. he realized that wonwoo had already parked in front of the restaurant. "thanks, wonwoo," he said.

"no problem. have fun," wonwoo smiled and unlocked the door for jihoon.

stage 4: talk about it feat. ___

the drive home was unusually quiet. "you're quiet," jihoon stated the obvious. you hummed and leaned your head against the headrest of the seat as you kept your hands planted on the steering wheel.

the dinner went great. you loved you gift, you even put it on while sitting at the table. "looks good?" you asked. jihoon wanted to say yes but all he could seem to muster was some sort of weird babbling noise. "i'll take that as a yes," you laughed.

"did you like dinner?" he asked, trying to stir something up.

"yes it was good, thank you for taking me there," you smiled glancing over at him. it wasn't awkward, but jihoon just didn't know what to do. he looked out the window and thought about what might've gone wrong that he was blind to. he didn't think anything went horribly, but the unnatural silence made him think that. "you're thinking," you said. he gaped at you. how- how did you know? "i can practically see the smoke coming out of your ears," you laughed. "jihoon, babe, don't think about it. i loved it. i'm just worn out now, social battery dead."

"oh, i understand," jihoon nodded, slowly processing your words. so it wasn't him. "what was up with that whole flower and gift thing though?" you asked. he froze. did you actually not like it? were you only obliging because of the other people around? "i really appreciated it, trust me. it's just that you've never done anything like that before," you clarified sensing his panic.

"i-" jihoon scrambled for an excuse without exposing that it was soonyoung's idea.

"because, if someone told you that you needed to do some sort of grand gesture, just know i really love it, but you don't have to feel pressured to do that all the time. i love you, and i don't need you to prove that you love me in that way. i know you love me and you have your own ways of showing it."

jihoon laughed to himself. you were so understanding. where did he find a person like you? he felt like the luckiest person alive.

stage 5: date successfully feat. a new and improved lee jihoon aka the new dating protégé

jihoon knew he didn't have to bring anything but he wanted to. this was a big day. a simple card would do. "what's this?" you smiled as he held out the card to you.

"nothing much," he said, kicking his feet around.

"i love you," you said. "let's go home and watch that show you've been telling me about."

"yeah, let's do that."

this totally beats any fancy restaurant date he could've taken you on. as the two of you walked to the car he grabbed your hand and smiled. he knew it wouldn't be soonyoung or seungcheol's idea of a grand date, but it was for him. and that was what mattered.

minli | so i know most of this is just jihoon but... they talk about their problems ALSDKJ not yet proofread

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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⊹˚.⋆ THEIR DREAM RELATIONSHIP - JUJUTSU KAISEN

℘. flora's notes : i had this idea in the tramway omw to school while i was thinking of what nanami would like about me and what would make him fall in love w me 💀💀 NO CUZ LIKE I read this fic where nanami and reader met in uni then got married and it was SO CUTE now I'm just waiting 4 my nanami at uni

℘. sorry : 4 not posting this week, school is kicking my butt, i wanted to post so so bad because i miss interacting w u babes but i couldn't finish the requests, my brain just wouldn't function. you know that what i love the most about having this account is replying to ur comments and asks but this week i wasn't able to as much as i would have liked

℘. fem, gn and male reader friendly 💓

m.list | comment or reblog if you enjoyed !

SATORU would need someone he can laugh with. like laugh his ass off. someone who will be able to deal with his shit humor, someone who will tease him back, someone who will playfully make fun of him. SOMEONE HE CAN PRANK. he'd be the happiest, smiling like an idiot looking at you having the time of your life making fun of his morning hair.

but he also wants someone who can deal with his overwhelming desire for attention 24/7. he likes the idea of being able to jump on you when you're lying on the couch, having you ruffle his hair and kiss his forehead. he's a child but he will provide for you. he truly wants to spoil his s/o, he has so much money he doesn't know what to do with it, why not spoiling the one he loves ? if you can cook that's a major bonus point, he is so bad at it. and his mind often wanders to the thought of hugging his partner from behind while they cook him a delicious meal.

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YUUJI thinks having a shy s/o is adorable. he likes to feel like your hero in shining armor when you start to tremble in a crowd. he dreams about holding your waist in public, claiming you proud while reassuring you. he wants to have movie nights at least once a week, just the thought of having your head on his chest while he shows you his favourite movie makes him blush.

he's the kind of boyfriend who buys the stupidest thing because "it made him think of you". he wants someone who matches his sunshine personality. he wants to be unable to suppress the smile from his face when he's with you. his dream date is probably taking you to the fun fair and holding you close in the ferris wheel because you're afraid of heights.

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NANAMI is in love with the romance portrayed in books and movies. he knows how hard it is to make that come true and he's willing to take any risks to make you feel complete. he's another man who wishes nothing but to make you happy and would give up his all to do so.

he values someone who is kind-hearted. he just melts when he sees how gracious, polite and smiley you are with everyone you meet. or when you make people's opinion matter mad make them feel valued. he loves how careful you are with others' feelings, you never judge, never assume, always make your own opinions about people.

he would probably be most attracted to someone who behaves elegantly, going from the clothing style to the manners. he dreams of an s/o he can have on his lap while he reads the text out loud. reading is such an intimate thing to him, he would love to share it with his one true love.

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awoogayanderes · 11 months

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NEWLY WEDDED…AS CO-WORKERS

➪ request : “i was thinking of ideas for request hehe so here it is, tecchou and reader have a mission and they have to pretend that they're a married couple but here's the problem, they're not a partner yet, they like each other and there's the tension but they don't know each others feelings (I don't know if hunting dogs would have that type of mission, feel free of ignoring if this is not good enough)” - anonymous

➪ other notes : this prompt is so cute, it kinda reminds me of the ‘one bed, two people’ trope, wait a minute that’s exactly what i’m writing ! non edited, this is also really long hence the “read more” break, i don’t like this since it feels rushed but i tried my best

- you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t an embarrassing situation to be in

- “both of you need to act as a new wedded couple, staying in the same hotel as those wanted criminals” that bastard fukuchi said to both you and tecchou

- it wouldn’t be as awkward if you didn’t have bubbling feelings for your spaced out co worker

- though there was more to what meets the eye, tecchou had started to garner feelings for you even if he didn’t realize it

- and who knew this ? jouno, analyzing both of your heartbeats but he doesn’t care to tell you, it’s your fault for liking an idiot he thinks

- even though both of you acted as professional as one can be, there was a lingering awkwardness that wouldn’t leave you alone

- and once you got to the hotel, you realized that both of you would probably have to share one bed, it only made sense with your story

- being in civilian clothes instead of your uniform in public always felt weird, but clinging onto tecchou’s arm happily leaning into him felt just a bit weirder

- the lady at the front desk happily gave you one of their best rooms when you gushed about an exciting “honeymoon” planned

- tecchou can’t say anything, something in his subconscious telling him to not say anything ignorant to you

- why was he so determined to be collected around you, why did he want to impress you he ponders, he’s not like that with jouno so why is he like that with you..?

- once you arrive to your room, your hypothesis was obviously correct, one bed, a queen sized bed to snuggly fit a newly wedded couple

- when tecchou sees this, he can’t help but get red in the face, stumbling over his words when he gets better situated

- you guys are friends, both of you know this, so it shouldn’t be awkward and both of you try your best to keep the conversation going even if it’s one sided or full of short responses

- thankfully a topic that keeps it going is trying to figure out how you’ll catch the wanted criminals and your plans to draw them in

- then falls night, a silent tension enveloping you both when you realize you haven’t made arrangements with the bed situation

- “you can sleep on the bed, i’ll take the chair,” tecchou gives you a small smile

- not knowing whether you should argue with that idea or not, you slowly nod getting into the soft bed and despite the duvet covering you, it’s so cold

- thankfully you fall asleep quickly, naturally waking up as the sun starts rising, a habit you’ve gotten used to over the years of being a hunting dog

- in the corner is tecchou, sleeping soundly but looking uncomfortable being constricted to the comfort of a chair

- the day runs smoothly, your plan is working yet awkwardness rises between you and tecchou with each lingering touch

- then night falls again, the same situation as last night, you in the bed, him in the chair, yet something’s telling you to ask him to lay down next to you

- maybe it’s because the chair was truly uncomfortable or maybe his warmth would help you or maybe it was just because you wanted the young man close to you

- “t-tecchou, you can um join me in the bed if you want to, you seem uncomfortable and it wouldn’t be fair for me to hog the whole bed,” you say, speaking quickly out of nerves

- pink dusts tecchou’s cheeks, something you don’t notice in the dim lighting, but something he can feel when his face heats up

- without saying another word, the brunette gets into bed with you, taking his side of the bed, staring up at the ceiling

- both of you lay in silence with you on your side and him on his back, a good foot of distance between both of you, making it awkward enough yet comfortable enough

- as the night before, you quickly fall asleep, except this time when you wake up, you’ve rolled over to tecchou, his arm wrapped around you while you’re tucked into him

- you jolt away from him shocked as your face feels hot, tecchou suddenly felt cold, waking up

- not saying anything to each other, you continued on with your day, finally being able to catch the criminals swiftly

- thankful but also disappointed you didn’t have to spend another night with tecchou, both of you finally returned back to headquarters

- both of you still had to write a report on the mission, hair on his face as he wrote silently

- “hey tecchou,” you say to him smiling

- he looks up at you and hums

- “uhm i don’t know if you wanna come over, but i can cook us some dinner,” you say hesitantly, stuttering over your words

- tecchou slowly smiles at you, a sight you’re not used to at all, “why not,” he says, agreeing to your idea

- maybe you could actually be more than just co workers…

#written by terra #sincerely terra #bsd #bsd manga #bsd manga spoilers #bsd x reader #engraved with tenderness #tecchou suehiro x reader #tecchou x reader #bungou stray dogs tecchou #bsd tecchou suehiro #tecchou fluff

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travlersjoy444 · 1 year

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I've Been Tired

2012 Leo x reader

Summary: After being blown off by Leo for the third time in a row, you finally snap. Hurt, no comfort, and...I'm only a little bit sorry. If people like this, I might do a sequel.

*Update, I did, it's a miniseries now.

No.2: 'My Brother's an Idiot' Blues*

Bad end: "No." and No pt.2

Good end: "Yes."

Tagging @xyntix for this Leo angst because apparently we both enjoy hurting the Blue One >:)

***

You were tired, quite frankly.

It wasn’t like you were mad at Leo, just….tired. Hurt, maybe.

And so maybe you’d pulled a Raph and stormed off, but it was probably better than yelling and fudging the situation up even more, right? Plus, you were pretty sure your frustration was at least sorta justified- it wasn’t like you were mad that Leo liked Karai, that’d be shitty of you- no, you were mad that he’d skipped movie night for the third week in a row. Which wouldn’t be a huge deal on its own…if you’d maybe been able to see him for more than two minutes in the past three weeks.

What was the point, you wondered, throwing a pebble off the fire escape, of having a best friend if said best friend is constantly ditching you to make heart eyes at Public Enemy No.1’s hot daughter?!

And it wasn’t like you couldn’t understand crushing on someone who you shouldn’t crush on- that was fair! Karai was really hot! Even you could see that!

What you didn’t understand was ditching your friends for it!

Like- you’d never ditch vigilante-ing with Raph or blueprint-making with Donnie for your crush on Leo, unless it was an emergency. That was like, the whole point of being friends with someone, sticking with them!

You sighed and chucked another rock off the fire escape, feeling slightly satisfied as it smacked the concrete in the alley below.

You missed movie nights.

You missed Leo.

And clearly, he didn’t miss you.

Which….hurt. A ton.

You bit back tears and threw another rock, and replayed what happened just an hour ago in your head for the millionth time.

***

1 hour ago

“Hey, Nardo?” You said, hearing the familiar sound of your voice echoing down the sewers. Leo had missed your movie night again, and due to the lack of reply to your worried message, you were checking in to make sure Shredder hadn’t killed everyone or something.

Leo always responded to messages within minutes, replying with perfect grammar and punctuation. So you were admittedly kinda worried.

“(Y/N)!” Mikey grinned, waving at you from the couch. “Wassup?”

You smiled, hopping over the turnstiles. “‘Sup Mike. I’m looking for your Fearless Leader…would you possibly have any theories for his whereabouts?”

“You’re lookin’ for Leo? I thought he was at your place for movie night?” Mikey said, confused.

“Well…he never showed up…Is he in trouble?!” You asked, swallowing.

“Dunno, he left an hour ago-” But he was cut off by a loud voice approaching the lair.

“...And I keep telling you she’s bad news, Fearless! You can’t keep looking for Karai, she’s -how many times do I hafta say this- THE SHREDDER’S DAUGHTER!” Raph’s voice said, and a few seconds later he appeared at the turnstiles with a sheepish-looking Leonardo in tow.

“Oh! (Y/N)! Look, there’s Leo!” Mikey grinned.

“Thanks, Angelo.” You said dryly, looking up at Leo as he made his way down the stairs.

“Look Raph, I’m sorry. But I’m pretty sure I know what I’m doing, okay? I wasn’t in any real danger.” He said tiredly, collapsing on the couch next to you.

Raph spluttered, gripping his sais in frustration. “Leo- she was about to stab you when I swooped in and saved your shell! This is- just- LEO! UGHHH! You’re giving Mikey a run for his money as the dumb one!”

He chucked one of his sais at the ground before storming off to his room, muttering angrily under his breath.

“Wha- Hey! I’m right here, bro-” Mikey protested.

Leo rolled his eyes, turning back to you. “Sorry about the rude welcome, (Y/N). Please ignore Raphael.”

“…So you were with Karai again?” You said softly, shoulders sagging.

You were half aware of Mikey staring at you sympathetically as Leo stiffened.

“...Oh….I missed our night again, didn’t I?” Leo said quietly. “(Y/N)- I swear, I’ll make it up to you, okay? I…I got distracted-”

You shook your head. That’s three times.

“That’s…the third time, Nardo. Third time in a row.” You said, trying to look anywhere but his eyes.

Leo winced, and grabbed your hand. “Hey. I’m really really sorry. And if you want, we can watch something still, it’s not that late-”

You twisted your hand away and crossed your arms over your chest protectively as you willed yourself not to cry. “Leo…you said that last week.” And it didn’t happen then, either.

His eyes widened guiltily.

Mikey stepped in front of you, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “That’s low, bro.”

Leo looked away, subconsciously picking at his wrist wrappings.

You felt the water behind your eyes rise, and you wiped your hand over them.(Karai probably didn’t cry. Karai wasn’t a total baby like you.)

You shook your head, and looked back up. “It’s okay, Angelo.” You said sarcastically, letting out your inner Karai. “I don’t need him to pretend I matter- he’s a shitty actor.” You said coldly, and Leo’s eyes looked glossy now too.

“(Y/N)- You do matter to me, a ton- I swear. You’re my best friend!” He exclaimed, standing up.

“Ooh, sorry, looks like I was mistaken. He’s not a shitty actor, he’s just a shitty friend!” You grinned manically at Leo as he crumbled further at the words.

You swallowed, suddenly aware that you were being kinda immature, and the manic energy faded.

“You say you’re my best friend, so fuckin’ act like it.” You said softly, unable to summon any more venom.

Leo opened his mouth and then closed it again.

“Nothin’ to say. That’s what I thought.” You lied, disappointment surging through you. You weren’t sure what response you’d hoped for, but you’d at least expected something…something to suggest that he cared. That you were worth arguing for.

That he had some reason for what he did.

But he just stared at the ground in shame.

You turned and walked up the stairs to the turnstiles.

He didn’t stop you.

You passed the turnstiles.

He let you.

You left.

He didn’t follow.

You kinda wished he would.

He still didn’t.

***

Donnie poked his head out of the lab. “Guys, can you keep it down? I’m kinda in the middle of- woahhhh, what happened here? Did Space Heroes finally stop airing?” He said, taking in the scene in the living room.

“Nah, Leo just screwed things up with (Y/N).” Mikey said tightly, glaring at Leo, who was sitting on the couch with his knees pulled to his chest and his face buried in his knees. (He felt pathetic.)

“(Y/N)...as in (Y/N) whom he’s had a crush on since…forever.” Donnie said with a sigh.

Leo noted how it wasn’t a question, but a statement.

“Ding ding ding, that (Y/N).” Mikey said, and Leo could hear the disappointment in his tone.

“Well that’s just fantastic,” Donnie said sarcastically, and he walked over to the living room. “So what happened, Mikey?”

“Ask Leo.” Mikey scowled.

“He’s not gonna answer, look at him.” Don said, and the eyeroll he undoubtedly gave was practically audible…

Or maybe not, Leo thought, freezing as he felt Donnie pat his shell.

“You okay, Leo?’ He said gently, and Leo glanced up to see sympathetic brown eyes staring at him.

“I messed up, Donnie.” He said softly. “I should probably talk to Sensei…I was…really really dumb.” He said, slowly standing up.

“Well…I’d love to say something comforting, but seeing as I have no idea what the context is….” Donnie trailed off, and Leo took a deep breath.

“Well, the short version is that I ditched (Y/N) again because I wanted to find Karai. The long version is…longer.” He said simply.

“Oh boy, that again?” Donnie said, frowning. “This is what…the third week now?”

Leo cringed. “I know, I know.”

“Yeah, but this time (Y/N) got mad.” Mikey said, crossing his arms. “And you know what? I was kinda proud!”

“Yeah. I…I deserved it.” Leo muttered, and Mikey looked up in surprise. Leo ignored him. “I don’t know, I guess I just figured it wasn’t that big a deal.”

“It was a big deal. (Y/N) thought you got hurt, dude.” Mikey said, but he sounded more sad than angry now.

“Oh, great. Well now I miraculously feel worse.” Leo said dryly.

“So…how come you ditched your crush in the first place?” Donnie said, raising a non-existent eyebrow. “‘Cause if April invited me over every week to watch movies…in her house…one on one….” He trailed off, smiling dreamily. Mikey punched him lightly.

He shook his head, snapping out of it. “Uh- ahem. So- go on, Leo?”

Leo shrugged. “I don’t know.”

It was a lie. He definitely knew, but how do you tell your brothers that you can’t imagine a universe where your crush likes you back? About how you don’t wanna feel like you’re being annoying, that they’re only hanging out with you because they have nothing better to do?

And he didn’t particularly want to admit how nice it was when Karai flirted back. And maybe it wasn’t about Karai so much as it was about the attention…and the idea of how cool it would be to actually save her from the Foot Clan and have her join their side.

That was something Captain Ryan would do.

Maybe Leo liked the attention, maybe he wanted to play hero…but he didn’t really know how to say any of that to his brothers without revealing too much…

“Oh that means he definitely knows.” Mikey sighed, glancing up at Donnie.

“Yeah, well…he’s not gonna tell us, is he.” Donnie said, crossing his arms.

Leo shook his head. “Look, guys. I just feel like I’m - we’re- so close to getting Karai to join our side and leave the Shredder. And whenever I’m not out there, it’s like I’m losing her or something, I don’t know.”

Donnie nodded at the answer. Mikey didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t say anything.

“So…what’re you gonna do about (Y/N), then, bro?” Mikey said.

Leo shrugged again, feeling helpless. (What would Captain Ryan do?) (...Captain Ryan wouldn’t be here in the first place)

“I don’t know.”

And he didn’t.

You’d never been mad at him before.

…He’d never ignored you before.

Donnie shrugged and turned the TV on, and Leo tried to let himself get lost in the show.

It didn’t really work.

***

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years

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omg you’re latest loser!kuroo drabble made me think like imagine reader nd kuroo are eating out (sitting in a booth opposite from each other) nd these girls from kuroos class spot them nd start chatting w him nd reader is getting annoyed so instead of saying anything she’s rubbing her foot against his crotch while looking (trying) unbothered

this was fun to write lol

words: 734

cw: fem!reader, jealousy, name-calling, footjob, semi-public, dubcon, minors dni

you can feel the irritation building the second he locked eyes with them. you and kuroo had gone out to eat at the diner near campus when some of his classmates walked in and spotted him. instead of a simple “hi and bye”, they lingered at your table.

“oh, we don’t mean to interrupt…” but you’re going to anyway, you think to yourself as the girl and her friend ask kuroo some question about their chem class.

and of course, kuroo is so willing to help. “that’s really easy! here’s what you need to do,” he’s so sickeningly sweet, so gullible. he gives you an apologetic look—one that says “please be nice.”

he truly has no idea that these girls don’t actually give a shit about the lesson kuroo’s endlessly rambling about. it’s so obvious from the way the one closest to him twirls her hair around her finger, standing in a way that her chest was pushed out, there’s no way kuroo would notice the way her eyes would cast down at his lips every so often, a flirtatious smile growing on her face.

if she wasn’t bad enough, her stupid friend was sending you a smug look as if this had been her plan all along.

unlike kuroo, you’re not an idiot. you’re aware how other girls look at him—what they want from him—and as much as he says he’s yours, it won’t stop these bouncing idiots from circling around him like vultures.

kuroo must have said something funny since the girls both let out their shrill little laughs, the bolder of the two reaching out to grab his arm. his nervous smile is noticeable and you’re immediately pissed off.

but instead of telling the girls off until they cried like you would usually do, you continue to pick at your food and busy yourself with your phone. let them think they have your tall idiot in their clutches. neither of them would know that you were kicking your shoes off underneath the table. they were too busy laughing at kuroo’s definitely not funny joke about atoms to notice your foot inching its way until it rested in his lap.

the way kuroo’s body tensed up let you know that he had noticed.

oh, you were so inconspicuous while scrolling through twitter. the dumb broads talking their heads off beside you had no clue kuroo was getting hard all from the underside of your foot. he’d cough to get your attention, his way of asking you to stop, but you sweetly pushed his glass of water closer to soothe his throat.

“your friend is so sweet!” one of them said, sending you the most condescending look. petty as ever, you returned the favor, foot pressing harder against kuroo’s crotch just to see him shudder.

you weren’t a nice person. if he kept talking to them you were going to make him cum in his pants and he knows it. kuroo’s face is getting flushed and he’s starting to stutter while speaking. the giggles from the peanut gallery is appropriate. he looks so cute like this. so easy to manipulate, it’s not even fair. but you pop another fry in your mouth and keep going, running your foot alongside the shaft of his clothed cock, applying pressure and releasing every so often just to hear the sigh leave his lips.

“i-i think that answers your question!” he breathes, voice cracking. “i’ve held you up too long you’re probably busy.”

“we’re not that busy! why don’t we join you? it’ll be fun!” she’s so eager, it’s embarrassing.

another press on kuroo’s cock has him gripping the table. “uhh, you know, actually we’re on a date. so, we’d like some privacy.”

their little act drops the second they spot kuroo reaching over the table to grab your hand. all you give them is a cocksure grin while they stare back in disbelief, muttering apologies as they finally leave the two of you alone.

once they’re gone, you take your foot away and hear his sigh of relief.

“this is a date?” you snort, as he catches his breath.

“baby, please, they were just being nice…” you roll your eyes, annoyed that he could actually be so stupid.

“you’re gonna have to make this up to me,” you warn, putting your shoes back on.

and kuroo knows. he always ends up making it up to you.

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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Just a best friend 2 - E.M

here’s a highly requested part two! i hope this is okay, probably has a lot of mistakes but i needed to get it out for you guys. okay, enjoy <3

you walked into Family Video, Robin smiled brightly when she saw you walk in. she was hoping you’d tell her that you were going on a date or you weee officially boyfriend and girlfriend but the smile and happiness was dropped when she saw your hurt and embarrassed expression. she walked around the counter and took you into her arms as silent tears covered her shoulder. “oh y/n what happened?” she asked, her hand stroking your back softly as you cried.

“he rejected me. i’m so embarrassed Rob. he said ‘i love you sweetheart but i don’t love you like that’. how embarrassing is that? i thought he felt the same way” you said, pulling away from the hug to wipe your tears. “i’m so sorry y/n. i shouldn’t of made you do it” she said, guilt filling her body as she spoke. as she was speaking Steve came out from the break room, a confused look on his face as he saw you crying to Robin.

“hey you okay?” Steve asked as he came to stand beside Robin. you shook your head and looked down at the carpeted floor. “Eddie rejected me” you whispered, face blushing brightly as the embarrassment filled your body again. he sighed and shook his head, pulling you in for a hug. “Eddie is just stupid. he has missed out on the most amazing girl. anyone would be lucky to have you y/n” Steve said, kissing your forehead gently.

you sighed and nodded into his chest. you and Steve got closer when Robin started working at Scoops Ahoy. since he’d left high school he had changed from being ‘King Steve’ and becoming his friend was definitely a good decision. he was kind and caring and drove you to places when your car broke down, just like Eddie did. “you’re gonna be okay love” Steve said, pulling back so he could wipe your tear stained cheeks. with them two by your side you knew you were gonna be okay.

for the next two weeks you avoided Eddie as best you could but anywhere you were he was magically there. you went to the grocery store, he was there. you went to see Robin at Family Video, he was there with Dustin. you went to cheer practice, he was there at hellfire club playing D&D. it was like you weren't allowed to avoid him and the universe was placing you guys at the same place at the same time. every time he saw you he tried to speak to you but you always ignored him, to hurt to even look at him.

in all fairness you missed him. you missed the movie nights, you missed the late night calls, you missed the talks you would have. all in all you just missed him. Eddie had been with you through all your struggles and you felt stupid for even telling him how you felt, however, you only told him because you thought he loved you back. he was giving you mixed signals, holding hands in public, forehead kissed, cheek kisses, long lasting cuddles, walking to class together, everyone already thought you were a couple.

since you left Eddie’s trailer he felt stupid. he felt stupid for letting you walk away, he felt stupid for allowing himself to hurt you, he felt stupid for lying to you. Eddie Munson had been in love with you since he laid eyes on you. you were smart, beautiful, outgoing, caring and you didn’t care what people said about him. the moment he saw you were crying he knew he’d fucked up. he hated seeing you cry, it was like someone plunged a knife into his heart and twisted it.

he saw you all around Hawkins and tried to talk to you. he saw you at the grocery store, he’d walk up to you and you’d turn and walk away. he came to

your house, your dad closed the door in his face. he saw you at Family Video, he’d try talk to you but you’d grab the movie you wanted, quickly paid and ran out. everyone, especially Robin and Steve cussed him out for being an idiot and rejecting you. he knew he was an idiot. he knew he’d hurt you and if he could take that moment back he would.

he missed you. he missed you so much. he wanted you back desperately and all he could do is watch you from afar, regretting everything he did to you. he had only been told off by Robin and Steve, he hadn’t even faced Chrissy. Chrissy was furious with him. everyone knew that Eddie loved you that was why they would encourage you to tell him so when she found out he rejected you she was fuming. he had managed to avoid her as best he could, running away whenever he saw her, but today he was caught off guard.

he was standing outside his van, coming in hand, outside the arcade, waiting for Dustin to come out so he could drop him home when Chrissy came marching up to him, spotting the van from the burger place. “hey!” she shouted, making him turn his attention off of the comic in his hand. he looked up from the comic, expression changing quickly from confused to scared as he saw he quickly approaching him. he couldn’t avoid her now, it was too late to run. “hey Chrissy, how are-” he was cut off with a harsh slap across the face. never in his life had he seen her this angry. “ow” he whispered, hand on his cheek.

“don’t ‘hey Chrissy me’. how dare you reject her like you did. you’re a douchebag Eddie. she’s really fucking hurt by what you did. we all encouraged her to tell you because we know you like her too and you reject her like she means nothing to you? how could you do that to her Eddie? she’s been there for you when no one else was. she didn’t care about you ‘being a freak’ or the rumours that were spread about you because she loves you. she loves you so much Eddie and you broke her heart.” she shouted, Eddie looked down at the floor, sadness filling his body.

“you aren’t silly Eddie. you know you’ve fucked up because she hasn’t spoken to you. remember that argument you had last year when you said something about her outfit and hurt her feelings and she let you take her to the drive in the next day so you could apologise? i bet you thought she’d let you apologise the next day like that time. she’s really fucking hurt Eddie. now i’m sorry for slapping you i shouldn’t of done that, but you need to fix it. i don’t know if she’ll take you back but an apology is needed” she said, voice calmer this time as he listened to her. she was right. he did fuck up.

“look. i only rejected her because i’m scared. i’ve never loved anyone before and i’m scared i’m gonna fuck things up and i’d never wanna hurt her. i was never showed affection or love before when i was little so when she told me she loved me i freaked out. if i open up to her i don’t want her to leave me.” he said honestly, never admitting it to anyone until now. Chrissy watched as he spoke, knowing he was being genuine about how he was feeling. “oh Eddie. you know she’d never leave you. tell her that, tell her you’re scared to be loved and she’ll help you through that” Chrissy said, turning away from him to walk back to Amanda, another girl on the cheer team.

Dustin finally exited the arcade, ready to go home to his mum. “you okay Eddie?” he asked, seeing him still looking down at the floor. Dustin’s presence made him jump, he turned around to see him lent against the car bonnet. “yeah man, i’m all good. let me drop you home” he replied, opening the car door and turning the key in the ignition, ready to drop him off. “so, how was the arcade” Eddie said, making small talk with Dustin as he drove around the bend to his home.

Dustin turned to him confused “okay what the hell is up with you? you never make small talk so something is definitely on your mind. is it y/n? i’ve said before just go to her house-” “and get the door slammed in my face again by her dad? that man is scary no thanks” Eddie cut him off as he arrived outside Dustin’s house. “you’ll regret it if you don’t, sneak through her window. thanks for the ride” Dustin said, hopping out of the van, accidentally slamming the door shut. Eddie knew Dustin was right. he was always right.

Eddie made the impulsive decision to go to your house and try one last time. he pulled into your driveway, seeing only your car parked there meaning only you were home and he didn’t have to face your dad again. he took a deep breath and got out of the van, walking quickly toward your front door. he rang the doorbell and waited. his hand running through his hair. he waited for a moment before ringing the door bell again. “i’m coming” he heard your voice shout. this was it, he needed to speak to you. you opened the door, a closed mouth smile on your face which was dropped quickly when you saw it was him at the door.

you immediately tried to close the door but he quickly put his foot in between the door and the door frame so you couldn’t. “i’m sorry” Eddie said quickly, making you open the door fully again. “you’re sorry? good okay are we done now?” you questioned, trying to close the door again but this time you succeeded, leaving him to lean his head against the door. he knew you were still there, listening for his footsteps to walk away but they never did.

“i’m scared y/n. i’ve never been loved before and i don’t know how to love anyone else. when i realised i loved you i decided to put my feelings right down to the bottom of my heart. i always wondered what it would be like to be with you but every time i thought about it it made me more scared. what if i hurt you? i’d never forgive myself if i did. i want to be with you desperately but i’m not just scared i’ll hurt you, i’m scared you’ll leave me like everyone else has. i’m scared that you might hurt me. but i love you so much and i’m so so sorry i hurt you y/n. i really am. i’ve hated myself ever since that night when i lied to you. please just give me another chance and i’ll try my best to make everything better” he said, you listened from the other side of the door, heart breaking as he confessed his feelings.

you opened the door and put your hands on Eddie’s cheeks, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. this is all you ever wanted, Eddie to tell you he loved you so you could be in a relationship. Eddie pulled you closer into him, arms gripping your waist as you kissed. “i’ve missed you so much. i’m sorry for what i said” Eddie said as he pulled away, looking into your eyes. his were filled with love and care. you sent him a soft smile and let your right hand move to run through his hair. “it’s okay, i’ve missed you” you replied, leaning in for another kiss. okay Eddie lied, you definitely weren’t just a best friend.

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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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First off CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE!!!!! You deserve it!!!!!!

Secondly I literally want you to write every single prompt and trying to narrow it down was so so difficult but! I hereby request:

💃 6 or 13, for javi you can choose!

🥂 1 I am BEGGING (also for javi because I am a whore!)

— god. i fucking love javi so much. thank you for requesting this wow. and thank you for ur kind words 🖤 hope you enjoy!! also i don’t speak spanish (as much as i have tried) so please feel free to correct my spelling if i fuck up. i tried to figure out where the accents go but i am an idiot. pls forgive me.

— prompts:

💃 13. there it is. there’s that smile

🥂 1. what? does that feel good?

-warnings: explicit content 18+ (semi public, hand stuff oop.) swearing, mention of death, canon typical violence.

[grippingbeskar’s 2k night out celebration!]

“Rough day, princesa?” Javi comes up behind you, his voice snapping you back to reality. You were deep into your fourth drink of the night, trying to wash away the memories of the past twenty four hours.

“You know it was, Javier.” He leans one arm on the bar, facing you, and signals to the bartender for two more drinks.

“Javier? Am I in trouble?” Rolling your eyes, you finish off the rest of your whiskey as a new glass arrives in front of you.

“I’m not really in the mood.” You go to get up, but his hand catches your arm gently. You sigh and slide back into the bar stool, depressed with how easily you just gave up. Only a testament to how weak this place has made you. If today was any indication, a slight breeze would of knocked you on your ass.

“I was kidding. Tell me about it.” His voice was as intoxicating and warm as your whiskey, and you gulped the next mouthful down to try and drown any little remains of feeling that threatened to spill over.

It had never really happened: you and Javi. It was too close quarters in Bogotá, and you couldn’t risk your position. The last thing you needed was people saying you slept your way to the top around here. Being a woman was bad enough.

One drunken kiss was all it took, though, to have your life alter its gravitational pull. He’d leaned over the bar, one he jumped after everyone else had gone home, swearing he could make the best ‘Sex on the Beach’ you’d ever had, and just kissed you. Ever since then, you hadn’t taken your eyes off him. You couldn’t do anything about it, of course, and he probably didn’t want to.

He fucked anything with a pulse, so you put all the flirty comments and longing stares to the back of your mind as best you could. If Javi was anything, though, he was impossible to ignore. Especially if there was something he wanted.

“Come on. Tell me about your day.” He looks at you over his glass as he leans closer. A mixture of cigarettes, whiskey and his aftershave makes your head feel fuzzy, and you want to dive head first into it. Have him take over all your senses, like he did with that one, stupid, life altering kiss.

“You’re mocking me.” You try your best to keep your face blank when he laughs, smiling down at you. Shit— he was so close.

“Never, princesa. God knows I’ve had my fair share of bad days out here. This place will suck you dry if you let it.” There’s a tone in his voice, one of sincerity that you so often don’t get to hear. Your face gets warmer, and you take another sip from your glass.

“Everything just— went to shit, basically. No one followed the plans, a bomb went off in the east building and scattered everyone, La Quica got out without so much as a scratch, and all we came home with was a brick of second-grade coke.” You take a deep breath. You were over it. Over being second guessed, over being seen as a liability. You should be a priority— today just proved it. If everyone had just listened to you…

“Let me guess Your plan would have avoided the east building all together?” You nod, shoulders slumped. “And La Quica was on the top floor, so you could of cut him off if you’d had the numbers.”

“I haven’t even written the report. How’d you know?” He shrugs, finishing off his glass.

“It’s what I would have done.” You nearly slam the glass down. “What?”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“No. East side of that entire suburb is a shit hole. The back door practically opens into Escobars front yard. I would of steered clear of it entirely.”

“Exactly! There was too many variables, and you could get the entire squad in undetected—“

“If you went around back, because they don’t have stairs. You’d have to scale the building.”

“God, where were you this morning?!” You laugh, smiling up at him now that he’s stood up straight. You knew you were right— the best agent in the DEA just confirmed it, even if your superiors didn’t listen. That didn’t matter, for some reason Javi’s validation was more than enough.

You couldn’t wipe the smug smile off your face, even when Javi’s finger hooked under you chin, tilting your head up even more.

“There it is. There’s that smile.” You can’t look away, and there’s a moment where everything else disappears. Everyone in the bar goes quiet, the lights dim, it’s like some kind of dream overtakes you and all you can do it let it happen. “I thought I’d lost you for a second there.”

“I’m not that easy, Javi.”

“I know.” He shakes his head, and lets his hand drop away. The way he says it makes you think he’s not just talking about losing your smile. “You’re too good to be out here.”

“I’m good, and it’s why I’m here. If my superiors don’t want to admit it, I’ll just have to wait them out.” Javi laughs next to you, looking at you out the side of his eye as he leans both forearms on the bar. “If today was just the start, they’ll get their heads blown off before I ever need to get promoted.”

“This country has made you so brutal. Is that what you think of me when you stare at me across your office?” You exhale quickly, and you speak before your inebriated brain can stop you.

“You’re too pretty to lose your head, Javi.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you wish you could swallow them back up.

He was the flirt. He was the one always coming on to you. You were supposed to deflect, and now you had practically kicked the door down. You tried to blame it on the drink, but two years in this country has given you a much stronger stomach— at least, strong enough to handle a few half glasses of whiskey without losing your mind.

Javi hasn’t replied, but he has moved. Instead of leaning forward on the bar, he turns back to you. Sliding a little closer, his hand trails lightly, fingers grazing your arm. You can’t help but shiver in your seat, no matter how hot the alcohol is making you feel.

“What’d you just say?” Your eyes squeeze shut and shake your head, but he hums, his hand once again finding a place under your chin. You have no where to look but his face. His eyes, dark and blown out, sucking you in. “Don’t worry. I think you’re very pretty too.”

“I’m sorry Jav, I… Clearly, I’m drunker than I thought.” You fake a laugh, trying to play it off.

“I’ve seen you drink twice as much and win a handstand competition with three of our strongest agents.” You want to kick yourself for that stupid contest. All it’s done is bite you in the ass, even if it was one of your proudest achievements. “You’re not drunk.”

“No, I’m not.” He turns the seat of your bar stool toward him, and slips in between your slightly parted legs. “Javi.”

“Don’t ‘Javi’ me, princesa. We both know you wouldn’t let me get this close if you didn’t want this just as badly as I do.” You swallow hard, and he smiles. He’s not mocking you like he usually does. He’s right, too. You’ve taken down men for doing less.

No— this… you wanted this. Even with every rational bone in your body screaming at you to push him off, to get out of the bar and go home. Sleep these feelings off, handle them with your own hand like you usually do. But he was so close, and he was… fuck. He was really hard. You could feel it pressing against your thigh, and your breath shuddered when he stepped even closer.

“You feel what you do to me? Huh?” He was still holding your face, making you look at him, admit it to him after months of denying it yourself. You nod, just once. “If you want me to go, you need to tell me now. I won’t be able to stop myself like last time.”

Last time. Shit… that kiss. He was getting closer, and your resolve was slipping every inch he closed off.

“But what about… what about everyone else.”

“Fuck everyone else. There’s only you and me here.” It certainly felt like it, but you knew that wasn’t the reality.

“P-people already think I don’t deserve this position. I can’t…” One of his large hands fanned out, sliding down your spine to your lower back and pulling you closer to him. A small hint of a moan slips past your lips.

“I can keep quiet, cariño.” Your eyes flutter closed as he lowers his mouth to your ear, the faintest kiss pressed under your jaw. “Question is, how quiet can I keep you?”

The hand on your back snakes around, and slides up your bare thigh, disappearing under your skirt. He doesn’t waste any time, shuffling you around so that no one in the rest of the bar could see you, and then kisses you hard. At the same time, two fingers circle your clit, and even through the thin fabric of your underwear, it feels good. Too good for you to be in public— oh—

“Fuck, Javi.” He smiles as you moan his name into his mouth, and you can feel him get a little faster. You have to dig your fingers into his hair to stay grounded.

“What? Does that feel good?” His voice flows smooth like honey over your shoulder, and all the tension in your body redirects to the pleasure erupting low in your stomach. You are grateful that you always pick the smallest corner of the bar to sit in, so no one can bare witness to how you roll your hips into every movement Javi makes with his hands.

“Fucking perfect. God— I think…”

“It’s alright, let go for me. I’ll take you home and fuck you properly if you cum for me right now.” His head leans back so he can watch you, and everything goes still for just one moment. Everything except his hand, that never stops— christ, you hope he never, ever stops…

You muffle the loud moan of your release into his shoulder, and you can faintly hear Javi telling you how sweet you sound, a few words you don’t recognise slipping into your blissed out brain. It doesn’t matter what he’s saying because he sounds so good doing it that it’s all the encouragement you need to ride out your high. The dullness the whiskey hung on your body shatters as pleasure racks through you, and when it begins to subside, your legs were shaking on the chair when Javi pulled you back to him.

“Fuck, cariño. Such a good girl for me.” Fingers still twisted in his hair, you pull him back to your mouth, kissing him slowly. When you pull away, you feel that same dream like haze wash over you, and you start to think maybe it wasn’t the kiss… maybe it was just him that made you feel like that.

“Javi…”

“Let me take you home. Stay with me.” His eyebrows were furrowed in something like worry. Worry you would do what you did last time. Run, leave him here alone again. You kissed the crease in his forehead, and it disappeared.

Your legs were still shaking as you stood, and Javi held you by the waist as he walked you outside and down the road to his place. To anyone else, you would of looked like two drunks stumbling home after a long night, and it felt a little like that too.

Only you weren’t drunk— this was something you knew you couldn’t blame on alcohol. The stutter in your heart every time he looked up at you from his desk, the way you felt when he kissed you… it couldn’t really be explained by anything else, but for now you were content to let him guide you home, and stay in this bubble for as long as you could.

#grippingbeskarsnightout #javi peña x reader #javier peña x you #javi pena x you #javi pena x reader #javi pena x y/n #narcos fanfiction #Javier Peña x fem!reader #javi pena smut

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anadiilua · 1 year

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DNF with kids fic

It was hot and Dream was starting to regret his decisions. Him and George were walking around Orlando, waiting for fans to recognize them so they would take pictures together. It was all part of his promotion campaign for his upcoming album. Dream was wearing his new mask that let him actually see things, but it came with the cost of being a bit too hot. But it was ok, he only needed to wear it for one more week. After that, he would be free.

"DREAM?!?!!" He heard a kid yelling and turned around to see a little boy, probably not older than 8 years old, pointing a finger at him.

"Hi! It's me, Dream!" He waved at the kid, smiling even though no one could see him.

The kid ran towards them, his mom right behind him with a soft smile.

"hello, how are you?" Dream leaned down to be closer to the little boy's height. He could see George starting a conversation with the mother in hushed tones while her son started to interrogate Dream. He asked about Minecraft and his YouTube videos and about Sapnap and George.

And Dream indulged the enthusiastic fan until he suddenly went quiet. The bright smile that once decorated his face was now gone.

"is that all you wanted to ask? Do you want a picture?" Dream tried to cheer him, but the boy only looked down. It was if he was holding back tears and Dream started to panic. Had he done something wrong?

He looked at George and the kid's mom for help. The mother had a knowing and somber look in her face while George looked frozen in place, looking just as panicked as Dream felt.

"Are you really never showing your face again? Were people being mean to you?" The kid suddenly spoke again, making Dream whip his head back to him

"Alex!" His mom reprimanded. "That's rude to ask some–"

"no, it's ok." Dream interrupted, kneeling besides Alex. "It's true, people were mean to me, but that's not why I decided to wear this mask again."

"So is it true that you're never taking it off again?" Alex was almost yelling, his eyes filled with unshed tears that threatened to spill at any moment. "I don't like that! You can't even eat in that. It's not fair!" A single tear ran down his cheek and he let out a hiccup.

Without thinking, Dream pulled his hoodie down and took the mask off so he could look in the kids eyes properly.

"Hey, Alex, right? look! The mask is off, see?" He spoke in a soft but rushed voice. He didn't know what he was doing but he couldn't stand seeing the boy cry. "Do you want to know a secret?"

Alex looked at him with wide eyes, the tears were still running down his face but the boy didn't seem to notice them. He nodded slowly.

"I have this incredible friend. Or, I had... And he never saw my face before we got separated." Dream started to talk and saw George take a step in his direction. A hand was placed on his shoulder, offering him his silent support. "And I'm planning this super special secret thing for him. And for that, I have to wear the mask again. I'm not hiding forever, but I have to be faceless for a little while."

"Oh..." After a silent period of deliberation the kid continued "But why did you take it off now then?

Dream let his smile go fonder.

"This friend's name was Alex. I just thought that since I couldn't show my face to him, I could do that with you. So, Alex... What do you think about my face?"

The kid, Alex, looked at him for a couple of seconds before nodding again. "Your cheers have squares."

Behind him, George lets out a loud laugh.

"His dumb mask makes those marks when he uses it for too long" George explains between laughter and soon, the kid is smiling again.

They take a few pictures together and then the family is on their way. Dream is still waving at them when George bumps him with his hips, caching his attention.

"I think that's enough publicity. I'm hungry, Dream. Let's go to a restaurant."

"Is it a date?" He smirks down at his boyfriend.

"Put the mask back on, idiot. You look stupid." Is George's only response.

When they are alone in a private booth at the back of a fancy restaurant, George brings back the encounter with the little boy.

"you're very good with kids, aren't you?" He comments.

"I guess..." There's a minute of silence while George contemplates something.

"have you ever thought about having kids?" It's so sudden that Dream chokes on his food.

"what? I-I mean... Yeah, I've thought about it, why?" He answers in between a fit of coughing.

"we should get one... Someday." George's voice is softer and his eyes are locked on Dream's.

"Yeah... Someday." He agrees, because who on earth would be able do deny anything to GeorgeNotFound.

#dnf #dnf fanfic #dnf drabble

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justsome-di · 1 year

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New WIP that will sit neglected until NEUD is done. Introducing: Angel. This is my messy, mini-wip intro.

If you like kpop or stories about messy celebrity drama, then you’ll love Angel. It’s not exactly a romance. It’s sort of like a late coming-of-age story because Angel is a bit emotionally immature and is just now getting teenage experiences at 22.

Here’s a lil excerpt I typed up this week:

Cas Solo, pictured left, with family at Meka Solo’s trial on Thursday. The pop artist attended court in a show of support with the rest of the Solo family while his group mates made an appearance at this weekend’s charity concert, pictured right.

Meka Solo’s trial will continue next week.

“It’s free publicity for the group,” Cas said.

Angel rubbed his palms on his joggers. Dae sighed and laid the newspaper down on his cluttered desk. His desk was usually so pristine and nice, but they had just wrapped awards season and were neck-deep in a contract negotiation year. Angel tried cutting him some slack. Even if he was certain the exact same paper cup of coffee on his desk had been there last week at their last meeting.

“It’s not good publicity, idiot,” Miga said.

“I’m not in control of what the press says about my family! Not any more than you!”

“My family isn’t part of some insane conspiracy.”

“That we know of.” Cas pointed a finger at Miga and winked. “We don’t know what secrets your wholesome parents are hiding.”

Miga sneered. Angel pressed his hands into his knees. He didn’t know why he had to be there. He had done what he was supposed to. He had attended the concert, said something cute for the fans, and promised they would be back to making music soon—even though that was, probably, not entirely true.

He didn’t even drink at the concert! That was a huge thing for him, and he was a little put out that he wasn’t getting any praise for staying sober for a whole event.

Dae waved his hands. “Boys, boys. Calm down.”

“Yeah, Miga, calm down,” Cas said. “My uncle might be going to prison. Have some sympathy.”

“Your uncle isn’t going to prison,” Ste said, rubbing his eyes. He seemed more tired than usual. “At worst, he’ll go to some fancy resort that gets called a prison. Rich political dynasties don’t go to normal prison.”

“And even if he is going to prison, doesn’t he deserve it?” Miga asked.

Cas opened his mouth in feigned shock. Then, quickly closed it with half-lidded eyes. “Probably. Guys kinda a dick, apparently.”

“He laundered money,” Miga said. “He stole money from his campaign funds. And he hates, like, every marginalized group in the country.”

“Yeah.”

“Why even go to these trials?”

“I—“ Cas sighed. He reigned himself in. “You don’t get it. Your family’s perfect.”

“They’re not perfect. They just don’t run political campaign scams.”

Cas looked like he wanted to protest. But he just wilted in his chair. “That’s fair. You got me there.”

“Cas, keep doing what your family wants you to do,” Dae said. Angel didn’t miss how Miga rolled his eyes. “You three, thank you for going to the concert. It was good. Even if two of you boys were missing.”

“I don’t get why Kai couldn’t be fucked to come back for one lousy appearance,” Cas said.

“He’s busy in LA,” Angel said.

“More like getting busy,” Cas laughed.

Miga rolled his eyes again, more dramatically to let his disapproval be known, but Angel caught a little smile. Ste pressed his fist into his mouth and turned his head to the side.

“Yeah,” Angel said. “He’s busy writing music.”

“He’s—oh, Skye.” Cas smile, genuinely. “Yeah. That’s what he’s doing. You’re right.”

“What else would he be doing?”

“Aw, Angel,” Ste cooed. “He’s been with Izzy this entire time. They’ve definitely been finding loopholes in our contracts, if you know what I mean.”

Angel didn’t get it. Their contracts said a lot of things. It was why their current negotiations were going on for months. There were clauses about performing with other artists. A lot about money and royalties and how the boys were credited when they were featured artists.

Maybe Kai was looking for new ways to let them work with other artists. Izzy was great, and Angel could believe that Kai was going to push to record with her one day. Whenever NXT came back.

Angel looked to Dae, ready to ask what loopholes there could be, but Dae looked beyond pissed. His face was red, and his hands were balled into fists on top of the newspaper. The rest of the boys were sinking down into their chairs.

“You boys can leave,” Dae said. His voice was quiet, and his tone was curt.

They all got up and headed out of the ridiculously large office. As they walked out the door and onto the top floor of their agency, Cas threw his arm around Angel, and Angel tried to pretend like it gave him comfort. Ste and Miga walked ahead, toward their security at the other end of the lobby.

Angel missed Kai. He handled himself and the group a lot better than Cas did. When they sat in those meetings with Dae, Kai spoke politely and treaded carefully. And Cas did his best to be there for the boys when he stepped in as pseudo-interim-leader. But it wasn’t ever the same.

Angel loved Cas. More than anything. But Cas lacked manners and didn’t think before he spoke.

Better yet, Kai was normal. Like Angel. He didn’t come from a political dynasty like Cas. His parents weren’t famous actors like Miga’s. His mother didn’t own a wildly popular cosmetic line like Ste’s.

Kai’s parents sang in bars and taught music lessons in Los Angeles. They scraped and saved to help Kai get into the pop industry when they moved back to Cadapor. That was why Kai carried himself the way he did. He knew how hard it was to get to where they were.

And that was why Angel liked hanging out with Eisle so much. Eisle lived in a modest apartment with his modest home studio set-up. He didn’t know anyone who had any ties to anything. It was probably why he let himself be the way he was—long hair, jewelry. He sat with his legs crossed and painted his nails.

No one tied to a public family or a huge record label could ever be free like that.

“Cas?” Angel asked.

Cas’s arm tightened around his shoulder. “Yeah?”

“You don’t believe anything that your family believes, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“They’re conservative. Do you—”

“Oh, fuck no. If I did, I’d have an easy life as a politician right now. I’d take my spot as a legacy representative. Why do you ask?”

“I was curious.”

“I think if I was bigoted and gross and hated immigration and poor people, I probably wouldn’t keep a secret from you guys. Also, Kai is an immigrant. Technically. And he’s one of my best friends.”

Angel wasn’t scared to ask his next question, but his stomach churned in knots. What if Cas ever met Eisle and couldn’t see how great he was? What if he didn’t approve of their friendship?

“So, you don’t hate gay people, either?” Angel asked.

Cas’s arm slackened a little. “No. Of course not. Why are you asking me all these questions?”

“I’m just curious. Your family is in the paper every day, and you’re with them—”

Cas stopped walking. He turned to Angel and laid one hand on each shoulder. His face was serious. More serious than Angel had ever seen him.

“Skye, don’t ever think that I share my family’s beliefs, okay? I have to go to all these trials as publicity stunts. It’s just like the stuff I have to do with NXT. It’s just like that.”

Angel didn’t think it was anything like what they did for NXT’s image. As a member of NXT, Cas got to cuddle puppies and tell people to adopt at their local shelter. He got to donate money to schools and visit sick children in hospitals. He posed at museums to advocate for the arts. He had once planted a tree with an environmentalist group.

As the son of politicians, Cas had to sit in criminal trials. He had been pictured as a child at election parties, confetti the color of the Cadaporian flag swimming in the air around him. He had stood dutifully next to his uncles and grandfather at rallies as they shouted that the country was heading down a dangerous path.

Angel saw a great difference. But he also didn’t know it like Cas did. As long as Cas was with the rest of them, as long as they were NXT, Angel wouldn’t worry.

—

When Kai and Angel first met, Angel was still Skye. He was 14, and he sung at a resort for rich tourists. Kai was 18 and very mature.

They were being scouted by the same agent at the same time, and Kai had shown up to one of his shows to see what “that kid” was all about. It was just a small performance. A few songs that half the tourists listened to and half the tourists ate through. But Kai sat at a table in the back—he would have sat closer, but all the rich people had reservations. And no one was entirely willing to put a local teenager at the front.

After the show, Kai sneaked backstage and found Angel in a dressing room with two other performers. Kai looked like a grown up. He wore a sports jacket that was too big for him—it was from his father’s closet, Angel found out later when their agency made him return it for a proper-fitting suit. He smiled, and he held out his hand for Angel to limply shake.

Angel was so stunned by him that he thought that Kai was from their agency, ready to sign him on for a deal right then. But Kai introduced himself as a fellow scouted artist. Angel liked how he said it. Artist. Angel had been referred to as an entertainer, a performer, talent, kid. But never an artist.

Kai said he had a lot of talent, and he hoped they ended up signing with the same label. Kai was hoping to go solo, but there had been talks about getting him in a pop group. Angel, Kai was certain, was going to end up a soloist. He was great on stage. Kai couldn’t imagine an agency taking the spotlight off of him.

Angel was over the moon at that compliment. Him? A soloist? He didn’t know about that. Angel was just lucky a scout had noticed him among the dozen other people who performed at that resort, all trying to make their way into the music industry.

Kai bought him ice cream and soda at the bar that evening. It was a lot of money, Angel thought at the time. But Kai paid for it all like it was nothing. He pulled out his wallet and handed the bartender wrinkled bills.

Angel still remembered how the ice cream tasted. The sugar lingered on the back of his tongue and on the roof of his mouth. He still remembered the way the glass bottle hit the bar in front of him. The server set it down, hard, and the drink almost fizzed over from the impact. He wasn’t interested in serving Kai and Angel. There were rich people around whose tips got more generous the drunker they got on the resort’s fancy cocktails.

Kai didn’t eat that night. And looking back on it, he probably didn’t have the money to buy Angel sweets and buy himself anything.

Really, that happened more often than not in those days. Kai would buy the boys treats and sit with nothing in front of him. Even now, when they all had more money than they knew what to do with, Kai made sure the others had food in front of them before he bothered with himself.

Angel missed Kai.

#wip #writeblr #my wips #my writing #original writing #angel #kpop #writblr #writing community #queer fiction #lgbt fiction

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writeshorror · 2 years

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@gcroinya || prompts for emotionally stunted idiots || accepting!

“ do i trust you? absolutely not. next question. ”

“Fair enough..”

Seance can’t stop himself from smiling after he bows his head to concede to her answer. He’s given her no reason to. She’s not Tony. The only AVENGER that has absolutely any ties to him that come from a past where he wasn’t someone so vocal in his discontent with how they “do things”. She’s part of them and doesn’t barely know him from Adam. Only what she’s seen or heard or been told. So, it’s safe to assume she’d trust him as far as she can throw him. Well, probably less--considering the circumstances on WHO she is.

Honestly, he never thought his opinion about the world’s SUPERHEROES was ever going to matter. A handful of people that protested the growing damage and body count under the pretense of being saved. That was. Until Sokovia and the spiral that kept getting bigger and bigger, larger and larger and somehow--who he was ended up making him one of the more well known people who stood with the government, with the idea that there needed to be something done. That wreaking havoc on the planet while ‘saving it’ is sort of negating what you’re setting out to do.

Was he comfortable with the attention? No. He’s, typically, a recluse himself. Content to have his small circle and that’s it. Save when he’s pulled into the public eye for his career purposes.

He prefers the clack, clack, clack of typewriter keys and the tap, tap, tap of a keyboard than most conversations. In the long run? He’s sure in most of their eyes? Quite the opposite is how he’s presented. Seeing as how he’s been around--and his thoughts and opinions on things other than spooky, grisly, or terrifying words on books suddenly began to become just as important as the words he strings together to make a living.

Dark eyes comb her features. She’s beautiful. Deadly, he knows. But beautiful and he can see how just about anyone would be lured in by that. For a chance to touch something so perfect and so forbidden. They are often thought of like that. Super Human. Untouchable. Flickering flames that burn the world as well as save the cold, hungry and rescue the lost. So, he brushes his hands against the fabric of black dress pants. Adjusts the crimson scarf around the turtleneck collar of a light tan woolen turtleneck he’s wearing and presses his lips together in quiet contemplation that pulls his attention towards the boats docked in the Allegheny River below.

A moment later, he meets her eyes again. “Then why ask to meet me here? Pittsburgh, while it might have a few reasons to visit--don’t get me wrong--doesn’t seem a high priority on your list of places to be. If it’s to knock me out? I’d prefer a few steps back from the edge of the bridge. If that’s okay? I’d rather not take a nose dive into whatever’s in that river this week...”

#protagonist: natalia romanova (gcroinya)#gcroinya #couldn't write a lil?!#nah!#have a set up at least!#we can plot on disco if you wanna!#or wing it!#part iii: when saving the world has a kill count.. are you really saving it? (mcu v.1)

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fair-crimson · 2 years

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I'm bored part 2

To elaborate on my theory, I released this post after a bit of confusion (maybe I shouldn't have created a puzzle game on that last one after all lol.) If you haven't seen part one, you should be able to find it on my profile.

*SPOILERS*

*NO SERIOUSLY*

Fine. Have it.

Basically, the blanks in part one reads: Blacklight is alive.

Now, before you go "what the heck you idiot we all read the part when Blacklight died -" I have a few things to point out.

First of all, as we all know, Evander Wade was described by Adrian as "suave and quick with a joke." He was the favorite of many Renegades fans (including Adrian, as we all know.) However, as you all know "suave" characters, 50% of them hide another persona. And that's where Nova's perspective comes in. She notes on multiple occasions how he is willing to sacrifice some things for others (*cough cough* Anarchists and Agent N,) loves the idea of Agent N altogether, is also shown to be cruel and cunning at some points (like when he was at Winston's neutralization and Tamaya whispered something to him - I think - and he gave that uLtImAtE vIlLiAn sMiLe,) and didn't hesitate for one second to agree to the idea of executing a gaslighted, helpless SIXTEEN YEAR OLD who is literally his friend's son's girlfriend.

Now at this point we all know he could be very capable and unhesitant to create some behind-the-scenes plans. But, to elaborate on why he could be alive, think about this: if he is so capable, if he is so cunning, then why didn't he use his powers wisely when Ace Anarchy escaped?

But if my theory is correct... then he did use them wisely.

Light can create illusions (so sorry Simon, you're not the only one who can go invisible :P) and knowing Blacklight by now, he does have some opinions and intentions that are definitely not approved by others (like executing someone's girlfriend.)

Therefore, I find it highly unrealistic that he literally died to two HANDCUFFS (or chains or whatever it was.) A couple sentences/paragraphs before his "death," he was shown to be hurling a light strobe at Ace - which I also find unrealistic (like bro you have SO much potential in your powers and THAT'S ALL YOU CAN DO?!)

ALSO, even if the Renegades are a bit of a slacking failure, I suspect that they at least considered that something could go haywire during the execution - which leads me to think that Blacklight tried to use this as an advantage somehow. Even if he was shown to love public attention and have fifty girls swarming around him everywhere he went, I suppose everyone gets tired of paparazzi some time in their life.

(But obviously he wouldn't fake his death for that purpose lol)

If you look at my argument in paragraph one, at this rate you know he wouldn't mind faking his death for a "more desirable" purpose - one that probably not EVERYONE would approve of, anyway.

Also - another thing. There was no funeral scene in Supernova, meaning *stuff* could have very well occurred behind the scenes. But anyway, we know for sure that if he did actually fake his death (hence this entire essay) the Council definitely didn't know (and would totally kill him if they found out he was alive.)

*insert scene of Tsunami getting crushed by a platform*

Anyway, I think Blacklight is alive.

Deal with it.

@fair-crimson, out.

P.S. I'm gonna develop on his family in my fanfic later on -

waitwhatifthat'swhyhefakedhisdeath

#blacklight #evander wade #renegades trilogy #marissa meyer #renegades #the renegade council #the-wee-woo-royal #renegades fanfic #whatifhe'sactuallyalive #you know what I'm gonna develop on him and his family

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phoenixrising0308 · 2 years

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Scars and risks

Books: The Royal Romance 1

Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.

Trigger Warnings in this chapter: None

Pairing: Liam x Jessica Garcia (MC)

An American In Cordonia Series premise: A New Yorker seeking adventure and love finds herself living abroad to competing for the hand of a man who will become King. When things don’t go according to plan they enter into a Cordonian arrangement. This is a series about Jessica Garcia’s life abroad, her time as a suitor, and explores her romantic relationship with Liam while she lives in a Cordonian arrangement. Catch up here

Disclaimer

Chapter Summary: My little A/U TRR gang find themselves playing a drinking game at the Beaumont estate after some pointless event and Liam is stuck on trying to be fair pffff. Let's just call it creative license.

Chapter Song inspiration: Scars To Your - Alessia Cara

Word Count: 1, 960 *As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Average reading time: 8 minutes

Beaumont estate

Maxwell was giddy as he and Hana ran up the stairs. Leo trailed behind them while Jessica casually walked behind him. Drake might as well have been dragged lagging behind the entire group.

“Come on guys! Let’s hurry before Bertrand catches us!” Maxwell exclaimed as they made their way to a part of the Beaumont Estate towards Jessica’s room. Drake rolled his eyes. “Oh, you’re right. No one will notice a bunch of idiots yelling and running up the stairs.” Drake quipped. Maxwell responded, “Not if we hurry!“

Jessica chuckled and said, “ Drake have you always been like this? Or is it the period cramps? Bertrand has his bet you guys probably synced … cause man he was on top of me today with the forks. I can get you ibuprofen. Don’t suffer in silence.”

Leo laughed, “You are fucken hilarious Jessie!”

Jessica smiled and said, “I like you too!”

Maxwell shut the door and headed to the minibar.

"Paradise Punch coming up!” Maxwell shouted

Jessica stopped him. “Nope, let’s do Bloody Mary’s.” Hana cocked her head in confusion. “But aren’t those traditionally afternoon drinks?” Jessica gave her friend a grin. “Anytime type of drink!”

She turned back to Maxwell. "Vodka, Tomato juice celery salt a bit of olive brine.”

Leo said, “Olive brine?” Jessica nodded with a laugh. “Yep, secret ingredient. I promise you it tastes great and it’ll get you shit-faced. I got paid a pretty $100 tip for making them once. Drinking game?”

Drake groaned, “UGH no games."

Leo laughed "Aw come on, it’ll be fun. Or would you rather go talk about poodles with Penelope?" Drake folded his arms and muttered something under his breath.

"How about…Never have I ever?” Jessica said.

“Oh, I’ve never played this one before!” Hana chimed in. Maxwell said from the bar, “I bet I’ll have done everything you guys ask, I’ll win!"

"Maxwell, that’s literally the opposite way of winning never have I ever,” Drake informed to which Maxwell shrugged. “It’ll still be fun!"

Maxwell made the pitcher and poured everyone a glass. Everyone sat in a circle as they played.

"Okay, so are we gonna fucking paint each other’s nails or something after we get done talking about who we did or didn’t kiss in school?” Drake grouched.

“Paint mine blue.” Leo teased. Maxwell chimed in “I want purple!"

"I hate all of you people,” Drake said. Jessica shoved the drink in his face.

“Drake I have some horrible news…I don’t give a fuck how you feel.” Jessica said as she laughed.

"Alright, I wanna start. Never have I ever been in jail.” Leo asked.

“Seriously? That was an isolated incident I pissed in public” Drake exclaimed and Drake took a swig..damn Garcia, this is strong shit!” Jessica laughed with an ‘I told you so.’

“Me next! Um…Okay, never have I ever dyed my hair a crazy color.” Hana said and took a drink, coughing a bit at the kick.

“Hana, your not suppose to drink if you didn’t do it!” Jessica laughed but took a swig from her glass. “I had mermaid hair at one point. My mother was upset.” Jessica added. Hana blushed “Sorry, I haven’t played this before.” Jessica smiled and rested a hand on Hana’s. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.”

Just then, someone came in. Everyone turned to see Liam. He smiled as he came in, Jessica eyed him as he arrived. Liam said, “Sorry, it was hard to get away.” Leo raised a hand. “I invited him, is that cool?” Jessica nodded. “Sure!"

Liam sat back watching everyone. Maxwell said, "We’re playing never have I ever, wanna play?” Liam shook his head. “No thank you.” Drake gave an offended glare. “If I had to be dragged into this shit so do you!"

Maxwell pressed giving Liam a pleading look. "Please, Liam! You’re fun! What if we never get this opportunity again?!” Liam shook his head. “I’m sorry but no, I’ll just watch."

Liam noticed Jessica looked a bit disappointed. Leo finally spoke up with a grin. "It’s fine guys, ignore this fucken pussy. I don’t even know why you came if you were going to sit there and be quiet and scared. Don’t want anyone to see him having fun. ” Leo smirked as Liam glared at him.

“Excuse me?” Liam glared. Jessica bit her lip slightly at seeing him angry. She’d be a filthy liar if she said it wasn’t hot to see a usually calm Liam pissed.

“You heard me…Scared?” Leo jeered as he swirled his glass as an invitation.

“Fine,” Liam said as he sat in the circle, Maxwell cheered and handed him a bloody mary. Jessica gave Leo a grateful smile.

“Thank you,” Jessica whispered to Leo beside her as Maxwell talked Liam’s leg off. Leo whispered back, “I’m a great wingman. If anyone can push his buttons it’s me. Jessie we are going to be real close…I can sense these things.” and then Leo winked at her.

Maxwell went next "Never have I ever accidentally sent someone to the hospital."

"I find that hard to believe,” Liam said with a chuckle while Maxwell looked dramatically offended. Everyone paused when they saw Hana sheepishly take a sip.

“Uh…a suitor named peter we were kissing…long story. Hana blushed while Jessica laughed. "Okay, that’s got me beat…We’ll trade stories when the guys leave.” And Jessica took a sip. Liam raised a brow at her and she smirked.

Leo said, “Okay-"

Maxwell interrupted, "WAIT! It’s Drake’s turn.” Drake rolled his eyes. “Never have I ever had more annoying friends than all of you."

They all looked at each other with grins before taking sips. "What?” He asked.

Liam laughed, “I think we’re trying to say your our annoying friend too."

"Don’t worry, you’ll be less annoying when you finish that.” Jessica pointed to his partially full drink. “Same to you Garcia, ask better questions.” He remarked.

Liam went next. “Uh…Never have I ever thrown up on a ride."

Everyone but Liam drank.

"Really?” Maxwell asked. Liam rubbed the back of his neck. “Me and Leo weren’t exactly allowed to get on one. I guess Leo you got on one when you left.” Hana said, “Aw…I got sick on the Ferris wheel. I was so nervous about the cart falling off that I threw up."

"Maybe you can go to Coney Island next time you come to New York? We can ride something together maybe the Cyclone.” Jessica said and Liam smiled. “I could certainly try.” Maxwell said, “OH, I’m gonna google it! We definitely need to try it."

Leo went next, "Never have I ever fallen in love at first sight.” He watched the two grown adults that everyone knew had a thing for each other blush like a bunch of pre-teens.

No one drank but Jessica and Liam looked around awkwardly. Clearly the elephants in the room. Jessica almost goes for her cup but puts her hand through her hair instead and drums her fingers on the table. Leo whispered to Liam “You’re such a fucking liar it's Jessie and everyone knows it!” to which Liam blushed and whispered “Leo I’m not going to say it in front of all of you people. I’m not going to risk it. I don’t want to scare her off.” Leo whispered back, “Take a risk for once in your life.”

Liam looked a Jessica and smiled at her and she smiled back.

Hana said, “Never have I ever had stitches."

Jessica took a swig, half her drink already gone. "I got it while in gymnastics from hitting my face on the balance beam.” Leo nudges Liam and mouthed ‘flexible’ with an eyebrow wag. Liam blushed and shifted in his seat. He watched as Jessica took her thumb and smeared her lipstick away showing a scar. He gulped at the motion, trying not to stare but it was too tempting not to. Leo whispered to Liam “Li just kiss her…do it break the rules don’t be a wuss. No one here is going to tell on you!”

“Hurt like a bitch. And just like that my dreams of being a model were crushed. Hana laughed. "Oh Jessica you could still be a model if you wanted to you’re very pretty."

Liam subconsciously nodded. The guys in the room giving him a knowing look as he averted his eyes.

Jessica said, "Okay, never have I ever jumped from a roof.” Maxwell drank and everyone looked at him in shock.

“You jumped off a damn roof and didn’t need stitches of any kind?” Leo said and Maxwell shrugged. “Hey, I’m like a cat baby!"

"Never have I ever sang karaoke,” Jessica said. Drake huffed and took a big swig. Jessica laughed “Aw, what was it, Drake? Did you get drunk on whiskey and sing Celine Dion? Was it my heart will go on… bet it was my heart will go on."

"You’re hilarious Garcia, truly you should be in a comedy show..” He quipped with a smirk. Jessica grinned back. “I know, I totally missed my calling.” She sarcastically joked.

Drake said, “Fine, my turn. Never have I ever ruined someone’s vacation.” Leo chuckled and drank. “I ruined Liam’s trip to Morocco."

"He made me try chicken tagine…I learned to like it.” Jessica looked interested. “Really? I’ve never had it.” Liam perked up. “Oh, I should make it for you sometime. I follow this one guy on pictogram @tommystastytreats.” Jessica perked up as well. “Oh my God, so do I! Did you see that one recipe? "

Jessica and Liam were lost in conversation with each other as everyone continued the game. Hours passed and everyone was drunk or passed out. Hana on the couch, Leo on the bed, Drake on the floor, and Maxwell curled into a ball.

Liam and Jessica sat up talking, having stopped playing at least an hour before everyone else. Maxwell tapped out first and Drake was the last. They looked around in amusement at the end results of their fun night.

"Think Bertrand will be pissed?” Jessica asked. “Nope, you should have seen back in the day he and Leo would sneak out to ride their bikes,” Liam replied.

“OHHH there is a story there! That hypocrite, I guess I will have to mention this during our tomorrow's lessons. We are on the forks module tomorrow. Looking forward to a bunch Lady Jessica don’t do this or that …” Jessica said. Liam peered at the window with a smile. “Truthfully, I think it’s already morning.” Jessica chuckled as she drank her bloody mary.

“Well … Honestly, though, this was fun. Did you have fun, Liam? I really hope you had fun we all could use a little fun in our lives .” Jessica said. Liam sighed with a nod. There was an awkward silence before he laughed and said. “That really is a great recipe.” Liam chuckled to the Bloody Mary in his hand and all the drunks sleeping about the room.

“Yeah, you learn quite a bit being a waitress in New York."

"Well, you certainly taught me a few things. Including how to have adventures."

Jessica chuckled, "Are you sure your older brother didn’t help?” Liam shook his head “No, Leo showed me what NOT to do to avoid getting in trouble.” Jessica laughed.

“Well…I’ll admit there is one thing that I should try more often a rule from his book,” Liam said as he took a deep breath and looked at her. “What is that?” Jessica a blush forming on her cheeks.

“How to take more risks.” he leaned forward and kissed her slowly, on her flushed face with smeared lipstick. She kissed him back tenderly. He took his finger and touched the scar on her lips tracing it with his finger, searing it into his memory. “You are beautiful.” Then he leaned in again and kissed her, she intertwined her hands around his neck and deepened the kiss. Both savory this moment they’d remember for years to come.

They laid together against the wall, Jessica rested her head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her. They both finally passed out for the night in each other's arms, not caring who saw or found out.

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In all truth, such powerful displays of emotion were a rare sight for the green eyed man. Crying wasn't something he usually did, since this was a sign of weakness and vulnerability that would easily grant his enemies the access to his weaknesses, which Xuan couldn't afford and he knew it ever since he was a little kid. That's why, the number of times he'd cried in all the 26 years he'd been alive thus far could be counted on the fingers of one hand alone. So showing someone this particular side of him, this vulnerable and fragile state, was a rare sight that only 3 people had ever seen, one of which was Junho himself, for Xuan rarely cried and when he did, it was only when he was alone.

Heck, the man hadn't shed a tear in public even at the funeral of his own father! That kind of stubborness was the one that characterized the cold hearted beauty. But yet again, Junho proved to be special in the sense he'd made him lose his temper and cool like no one else had, whitout even having to try too hard, gaining access to even the most well hidden parts of the man's heart.

Xuan probably wouldn't have cried if it wasn't for his own frustration and guilt at the fact that he'd let something soo stupid as a missunderstanding get between them, allowing that argument they had a week ago evolve into a fight that kept them separated until this day. And when the pain caused by Junho's silence grew too umbearable to withstand, with every call rejected and message left on seen, the young mob couldn't stand it any longer and had to go see him, leading to him waiting for hours in the rain, at the front door of Junho's residence, too troubled and stubborn to give in and call him first.

"Junho… I'm soo glad you actually came… I'm soo sorry! I shouldn't have been such an idiot! I-I shouldn't have said those stuff and…" His voice got cut once again by the tight knot forming in his throat, threatening Xuan's eyes with the release of another hot stream of tears, as he couldn't find the strength to lift his gaze from the ground and face his lover's eyes, too ashamed of himself that he appeared in such a state before Junho. "When you didn't answer my messages and calls for soo long… I really thought that you actually kept true to your threat from a while ago of ending everything between us… I-I was soo scared…" And finally, the catalist for his current state, the reason for Xuan's tears, revealed itself: Xuan really thought that he'd lost Junho for real and that he'd ruined everything they had, his insecurities growing so strong that it actually managed to scare and bother him soo much that it lead him to the breaking point of bursting into tears.

"Yes… A bath would be nice indeed, especially if we share it…" A faint smile appeared on the younger's lips, tightening his grip onto Junho. "And I would really love to try out your cooking! It would be only fair, since you got to try out mine back when I took care of you after that nasty as fuck incident."

Surely knowing that Junho was there and that he himself was the same when it came to crying and showing ones vulnerable side. Junho knew what it meant to put up a front and pretend to be okay. Seeing Xuan cry like that, Junho felt closer to the man and he felt like Xuan was shedding another wall that kept him from being his true self.

Junho felt bad for the unanswered calls and messages. He was a busy man and he simply hadn't had a moment to do so...plus, maybe he had wanted to make Xuan wait a little as well. He didn't mean for it to go this far, never had he meant for Xuan to end up crying and being such a mess because of him. Having not faced situations like this before, Junho was not even sure how he could make things better, how he could fix things. He had royally fucked up.

"Then come Xuan. We shall use the en suite in the master bedroom, you can relax on the bed whilst I prepare the bath...for us. I will join you and hold you close in my arms. Sounds good?"

Junho walks straight to the mentioned room. Making sure Xuan sits down at the edge of the bed, gently brushing the man's hair back as he looks down at him. A change of clothes was needed.

"May I help you undress? I will get your stuff cleaned for you, meanwhile I am sure you don't mind barring some of my clothes, right? I think you'll look quite dashing in my clothes."

Junho leans down and captures the man's lips for a brief kiss, letting it linger for a moment or two before pulling back again. Junho gives the man a sweet smile.

"Wait here for me baby, okay? I am right back, I shall leave the door open."

#Junho x Xuan

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