#I mean physically. I know he gets fucked up emotionally but I need him bruised and bloody
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GIYUU TOMIOKA NSFW HEADCANONS
I might revise Rengoku's after this one, but for now, enjoy my horny HCs for our favorite emotionally-constipated Pillar!
CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • creampies • mild corruption kink • mean dom!Giyuu and whimpering sub!Giyuu
･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
Giyuu has a very faint happy trail that begins right below his navel; but don’t be fooled — it leads to an absolute jungle below his belt
If it bothers you, he will trim it down, but if you don’t say anything, he’ll just leave it. Truthfully, Giyuu is a big fan of grinding into you (he LOVES the mess you make against his groin), so the friction his hair helps create against your clit is certainly worth the stray pube that may find its way into your mouth from time to time while he fucks your throat.
Onto his dick:
Listen
I know we all know the truth about quiet boys — and Giyuu is so very quiet
He’s hung like a mf horse
He’s not particularly girthy (though don’t get me wrong — he’s got well enough to satisfy), but he is long. Even flaccid, it swings between his legs. He’s about 7.5-8 inches when hard, and it sticks straight out. It’s slightly pink in color, and he has a very pretty tip that you just love to suckle on (he whimpers when you do). He has one prominent vein on the underside of his cock, and if you run your tongue against it, he WILL be shooting his load onto your face/down your throat.
As for his cum, I envision it to be a bit on the thinner side in consistency, slightly sweet, and he cums a LOT. He usually rolls his balls around while he’s cumming to make sure he gets it all out --and into you.
FOREPLAY
Giyuu is admittedly not as experienced with foreplay at first, but he’s committed to making you feel good, so, he’s going to learn and he’s going to learn fast.
I HC that he has really long, delicate fingers and the man knows how to put them to WORK.
You see, Giyuu has never been one to intentionally push another person’s buttons (always doing so accidentally), but with you???
Oh baby, those fingers are searching to press every one of yours.
Truthfully, you could fuck yourself on his hand all day and you’d be satisfied (and in fact, you do). He found your g-spot completely on accident while fingering you, simply by curling his fingers.
Giyuu also enjoys going down on you, because he’s fascinated at the way you fall apart beneath his tongue.
He takes his time exploring your core, curious as to what makes you gasp and writhe, as well as what makes you moan and scream.
The first time you cum in his mouth, you have to quite literally pull him off you, because that first taste unleashed a beast within him and he will not stop licking and sucking and fucking you with his tongue until you’re sobbing with overstimulation
HOW HE FUCKS YOU
Whether he's a sub or a dom really depends on his mood. If he's returning from a mission, he wants to be taken care of (read: he wants you to ride him until he goes cross-eyed). But if it's you returning, be prepared for him to break furniture with how hard he's fucking you -- as if you need to be reminded of who's waiting for you to return home.
When Giyuu subs...
WHIMPERER MAX 5000
I mean it’s almost pathetic how needy this man gets for you while you’re on top, bouncing along the thick length of him like your life depends on it
Expect to have some bruises on your hips from how hard he’s gripping you. Eventually, he gets so desperate that he’s lifting you up and down his cock too, thrusting helplessly up into you without rhythm. He’s just desperately chasing his own release, too drunk at the way your dripping heat constricts around him to the point that he sees stars.
He’s begging you to let him cum, and truthfully, you almost feel bad that you keep slowing down, choosing to rock slowly against him instead of continuing the relentless push and pull of your hips that you know gets him panting. Almost.
When Giyuu doms, however...
When he’s on top though, get ready. Giyuu is relentless and can get downright mean.
Honestly, you shouldn't be surprised. He spends so much time bottling up his emotions that they're bound to explode out of him at some point. Lucky for you that they happen to be exploding out of him and into you, with the way he has you bent over like his own personal cum dump as he ruthlessly takes out every pint of frustration he's kept locked up on your poor, aching cunt.
He’s pulling your hair, running his nails down your skin, and forcing you to say whose name is forever painted on your walls as his drips from your folds. He’s particularly fond of shoving your head down against the futon as he takes you roughly from behind. He’s not satisfied until you’re crying.
Oh and if you’ve been teasing him while out in public (particularly if you’re in the Corps)?? RIP to your pussy bc he’s about to slay it.
Not many people were aware of your relationship with the Water Pillar, but that was out of mutual agreement between you both. However, a few of your comrades had noticed a rather telling mark on your throat while you were being treated for a wound, and while you were able to avoid confessing the identity of your lover, you hadn’t been able to skirt the fact that you, indeed, had one.
“What was it like?” A fellow Kinoe named Ayane asked you, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
You could hardly meet her eyes as you mumbled, “It was nice.”
If you’d known the Water Pillar had been lurking nearby, ears carefully listening for your response, you perhaps would have been a little more careful with your words — but truthfully, you were flustered and a tad embarrassed, and so you’d answered her rather dismissively.
Giyuu, it appeared, hadn’t been amused by your assessment; not when his hand had shot out from the dark cover of the trees to snag around your wrist, yanking you into the shadows.
“Tell me, Y/N,” he growled in your ear, pressing you harder against the bark of the tree as he drove into you. “Does this feel-fucking-nice?” He punctuated the last three words with corresponding, pointed, sharp thrusts.
Your hands shot out to grip the rough wood to steady yourself as you whimpered, though the sound was drowned out by that of Giyuu’s hips slapping forcefully into your backside as he pumped into you with vigor.
The Water Pillar’s teeth sank into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, the sting serving as your warning. “I asked you a question.”
“Giyuu — ah — someone is going to see us,” You cried, though your protests were weakened by the way your hips ground back against him, desperate for release.
Giyuu’s hand wound around your middle and dipped down to between your legs, skilled fingers circling your aching clit. “Not if you keep quiet and come when I say.”
His other hand had to clap around your mouth as his hips drilled into you, his fingers sliding between your lips to choke off the whine of his name as your cunt began to seize around him, begging to be filled by his cum, desperate to feel it leaking out of you as he sent you on your way.
“I’ll show you fuckin’ nice,” he promised, and the Water Pillar wrenched you away from the base of the tree to bend you over before him.
KINK-O-CLOCK
hear me out: I think this man has a virginity kink
like he wants to TAKE your virginity
If you’re not a virgin, dw, he’s still obsessed with you
this is just like an added bonus for him — the idea that he’s the one who’s going to turn you into a whimpering, crying mess, that you’ll fall apart around his cock gets him incredibly excited. Especially because he plans on being the only man to touch you like this. It might translate into a greater corruption kink, but it goes both ways — he loves the idea of reducing you to a lustful, needy mess just as much as he loves the fact you do the same thing to him
big-time praise kink — he loves hearing you sing his praises, even if he gets extremely shy while you do it. He so rarely hears any form of praise or gratitude, so when you give it to him (both in bed and out of it), it means the world to him
EDGING — especially if he’s been away for an extended period of time. You’re overjoyed when he comes home, but you’re also steadily preparing yourself for a long-ass night. Giyuu isn’t one to rush things already, but if it’s been a week or so since he’s last been inside of you, you better prepare yourself for a loooooonnng night ahead of you. He will bring you right up to the cusp of your orgasm before pulling off/out/removing himself, leaving you to clench around nothing. He will do this several times before finally, finally, letting you cum.
creampies on creampies on creampies
Tbh he could give Sanemi a run for his money on this one (and his job at the Hostess donut filling plant)
The man is obsessed with his cum being in you. He’s not satisfied until it’s leaking out of you, and you’re laying on your back, knees against your chest, unable to do anything but hum in contentment because you’re so full of him. He will watch it trickle out of you, and then shove his still-hard cock right back in to give you one more load because fuck you look so sexy when you’re leaking him.
bestie how do you think babies are made
But if he’s not cumming inside of you, he is fascinated with cumming on your tits/face. The sight of his pearly seed covering your skin as you swipe your fingers through it, happily licking it from your hands is 100% guaranteed to make him rock-hard again
He always needs to be touching you in some way, but he especially loves holding onto your waist while plunging deep into you. It doesn’t matter if he’s on the bottom or the top — he just needs to hold you.
#🍑 — requests!!#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#tomioka giyuu#demon slayer smut#hashira smut#hashira headcannons#demon slayer headcanons#kny#kny x reader#kny fanfic#kny giyuu#kny smut#giyuu smut#giyuu tomioka
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Hey! 7 for Maura; 8 for Nora; and 10 for Trystan. :)
Happy to see some Maura love as always!
#7 for Maura:
Maura has called her sister, Silja many many awful names, insults, pretty much the worst of the worst things you can call a sibling. At one point she's even wished she wasn't related to her, because Silja "was too bossy, too controlling and just is a fucking menace to be around" and every time it hurts Silja more and more but she's learned that her sister doesn't mean those words and it's just because she's tired of being babied and coddled up and Silja being more of a "third parent" figure than her own sister.
Of course, when Silja ends up dying, Maura can never take those words back or apologize, which literally kills her from within. No matter how much she goes back to her grave to apologize and seek forgiveness, she knows she might never get to hug her sister back again. It's why she thinks she gets wounded so easily - Maura feels like she deserves a thousand bruises for all the awful things she said growing up and constantly fighting with her sister when she's been ensuring the other gets to live.
#8 for Nora:
I'm sick of answering in paragraphs so here's a list lol:
This should be no surprise, but throwing things. You can't beat her at darts or bowling or shooting at balloons, she's going to get kicked out of the place for winning everything.
Cooking. Nora learned the skill as a kid to support herself after her dad became emotionally and physically unavailable for a year after her mother's passing.
Soccer. She can still juggle really well. Athletics to some extent. She can run.
Knowledge of public transport. She's pretty good at reading maps and following along. No need of GPS or Google Maps, she's replaced her mind with that of a taxi driver's.
"Look up stuff" which people now call research. Nora got good at it after writing a million book reports and now it helps her surf through a library with ease and look up facts on the internet.
Repairing stuff. Jimmy taught her everything from fixing leaky taps to troubleshooting computers to repairing cooking handles to changing tyres and work with constraints, in general. So even if Nora can't fix something (or find a Youtube tutorial), she can work with constraints.
Driving!! Nora once drove her dad's car for a block as a part of winning a bet. Jimmy taught her all the basic mechanics of driving before she could even turn 15-16, so by her driver's license procurement, she was already ready.
Quick math. She's horrible at it but hey, she learned it.
And that should be it lol.
#10 for Trystan:
I can't really find voice claims and samples, so I'll try my best to describe what Trystan would sound like:
Drakovian accent, of course. I'd say it's got that Eastern European-lilt in it, it's very crisp and clear if I can describe it that way.
I'd say he has a little deep voice in terms of how "deep" it is? It's not too baritone, it's just enough to give him a nice singing voice and a very impressive vocal range.
As for accents and stresses - he tends to stress on the s's and the z's, has a more softer roll to his r's and it's a little difficult for him to make a softer "th" sound, most of his "th"-sounds aren't cushioned by the 'h', so they're very sharp in that area. He also deepens his "o"'s a little and sometimes his u's. I want to look into this a little bit more because this is practically begging a fic on its own.
As for if he's picked up any American accent in his time in New York, well it wasn't anything too drastically different. His emphasis and stresses on the vowels and consonants grew a little softer, a little more blunt on edge and he picked up a couple of slang and that's pretty much it.
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Thanks for the ask Elsa!
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sweetest sil can I request 5 and 11 with javier peña or din djarin? dealers choice ♥️
babes thank you so much for requesting ❤️ I hope you enjoy some good old spicy times with din!
prompt list: #5 ��i want you, now”
somebody desperate
pairing: din djarin x f!reader
genre: smut, a bit of hurt/comfort vibes
word count: 0,7k
summary: Din needs to feel you, both emotionally and physically.
warnings: piv, glove kink, needy!din, brief mention of reader getting injured but nothing serious
MLISTS . LIBRARY.
“I want you, now.”
The words take you by surprise. You and Din had just arrived back to the Razor Crest from handing over a bounty. It hadn’t been a particularly hard mission, but it wasn’t an easy one either. Sweat and dirt cling to your skin, a bit of blood caked underneath your clothes— nothing serious, just scrapes and bruises. His back is turned to you— body straight, and muscles full of tension. You swallow and take a step forward.
“What…What do you mean by that?”
He heaves out a deep sigh, tremors rush up and down his body. Light reflects off of his armor. You want to reach out and touch him but refuse to do so. Din has a habit of being extra jumpy after jobs, and the last thing you want to do is make him feel uncomfortable.
“I just want you,” he says, his shoulders falling. “‘Want to feel you around me, under me—Just—Fuck. Just come here please,”
You don’t make him say it twice. With quick steps your walk around him and stand an inch away. He pulls you into a tough embrace, beskar-covered arms squeezing the air out from your lungs. Din’s not the type to show his worries easily, you never truly quite understand what he thinks, or what he feels.
“You’re hurt,” he says, modulated voice hiding little of his worry.
“It’s not that bad,” you mutter, pressing your forehead against his chest plate. It feels cool against your skin. “It doesn’t even hurt.”
His hips start to sway back and forth, the outline of his cock brushing upon your clothed sex. You let out a stuttered breath, heat licks the bottom of your spine and arousal grows wet between your legs.
“If you want me you can have me,” you whisper. Your hand cheats between your bodies. With your fingers, you feel the length of his cock; Warm, solid, and mouthwatering. His hips jerk into your touch, breath caught in his throat.
“Are you sure?”
As soon as you whisper your approval the world around you blurs. You find yourself bent over his cot, legs dangling from the entrance with Din’s drooling cock pressed against the curve of your ass. You feel precum dripping onto your skin.
You feel uncomfortably wet between your thighs. He feels it with the pads of his gloved fingers, and those same fingers soon appear an inch away from your lips. With an eager whine you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, you imagine him smiling as he stuffs the digits into your mouth. The taste of it is bitter. Your eyes roll back.
He fills you inch by inch, groans and grunts dropping from his lips. You feel the electricity of pleasure raking up your skin, half pleasurable half painful. You feel the smooth surface of his helmet between your shoulders, he trembles with his cock buried deep inside, and you sigh at the feeling.
“I’m yours, I hope you know that,” he swallows. “These feelings…they’re all so new to me,”
“It’s okay, Din. I know, of course, I do. I’m yours too, I only feel like I belong when I’m with you.”
That’s all he needs for him to pull away and start ramming himself into you. The stretch of his cock makes your stomach roll. He slams into you, again and again, fingers digging into your hips enough to bruise. Wet sounds echo in the ship, hid pacing frantic and possessive. With your own moans loud and clear on your lips, you can barely hear him calling your name, his voice needy.
“Di–in,” Your cunt throbs around his cock, squeezing and pulling him in deeper. “I-I’m going—”
Pleasure bursts across your skin before you can properly warn him. Your legs shake, pussy gushing around him. Dİn doesn’t stop—he doesn’t even slow down— he only moans alongside you and ruts into you faster, harder. His stomach clenches and his balls feel tight. He manages to rip another orgasm out of you when he falls, his body draped over you like a blanket. You squeal. It’s too much, the way he’s fucking his cock deeper and deeper is too much—
But it also makes you feel more alive than ever.
#din djarin x you#din djarin x reader#din djarin#din djarin x y/n#mando x reader#mando x you#the mandalorian fanfic#the mandalorian fic#the mandalorian x you#pedro pascal character#pedro pascal character fanfiction#pedro pascal characters
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only i can hurt you (chapter one)
direct ao3 link! i realized i never posted this here but im getting a lot of attention from my last one sooooooooooooo yeah lol
you and shigaraki have a lot in common, thank god the 2 most miserable people are together.
warnings: very abusive relationship, eating disorders, mutual mutilation (self harm teehee) enabling
you curled up at the top of the bed, watching the tv so hard you were starting to make out the lines and the rgb of whatever lame show you were watching. it was quite late, shigaraki clicking away at his keyboard. his game was on its last hour of comp, and you didn't give a fuck about your rank anymore. shigaraki would always be better than you.
"there's no point." you muttered, pulling out your phone for the millionth time to mindlessly scroll another social media feed. being poor villains sucked.
"shut up bitch." he said back. not loud, not a shout, not even angry. a common phrase told to you, by everyone in here including your boyfriend. you couldn't even roll your eyes anymore.
"you'll always be just barely good, tomu. you know that?" you moved your eyes to his form, hunched over grossly at his cheap desk. duct tape wrapped around the arm rests, his leg bouncing, trash surrounding him. "so i don't get what's the point in you playing so much."
"better than being with you, that's what."
you scoffed. "fuck you."
"i'll fuck you up after this game."
shigaraki was right. he wasn't shy to beat you every now and then, every so often, every chance he got. bruising your wrists and throat, slapping you raw, choking you unconscious, slashing your thighs or upper body while holding you down with his weight.
"i'll kill you." you spat before wrapping up in the blanket. that wasn't to say you didn't get your fair share either, screwing with him emotionally was your form of revenge. he was physical, and you were mean. "and then you can face the family you murdered once and for all."
he only sighed, a last glance catching him shaking his head. whatever. you were going to look at the much more attractive people on tiktok. you wish you were as pretty and skinny as all these girls, but shigaraki doesn't fail to mention how disgusting you are with all the scarring and how he's ruined you for anyone else. he tells you to leave all the time, even kicks you out in the streets, only for you to come back a few hours later with teary eyes and a regretful grimace. he mocks you all the time for it and does a stupid voice impression that could only be you.
because of this, you starve yourself. starve for him, for shigaraki tomura. you feel serene and feminine and beautiful when he brushes along your ribs. when he wraps his fingers around your wrist and slowly trails up your arm to your elbow, squishing the bit of upper arm fat. "you need to get rid of this too." he would whisper, a pinky dangerously close to your flesh.
you nod weakly, placing a hand on top of his. "i'm trying... it's been two days since i've ate, you know."
he smiles. a forehead kiss. "let's make it three."
he wasn't entirely cruel. he would inadvertently starve with you, staying up for days playing video games or go on long trips with only a few granola bars or juice packs. but even when he did eat, there would be no difference. he knew that too, flaunting his warm pizza in your face and chewing disgustingly loud. guzzling down soda. eating chocolate or other sweets. your eye twitched, suddenly opening the side table and pulling out a special box.
"oh!" shigaraki exclaimed with a mouthful of disgusting food.
you opened it up, taking out your designated box cutter, fit with cute stickers and pink tape barely holding it together. you guys get rough sometimes, and sometimes things break.
with clenched teeth and teary eyes you dug the blade into your wrist. dragging- slowly, slowly. then ripped it away from you, causing a deep gash and the white layer of skin breaking through, seeping blood. a small moan escaped your lips. shigaraki swiveled around in his chair to watch you move down the small open spaces on your arm, leaning forward everytime you made a pained noise. flicking his wide eyes over when you started rummaging around the box for the small rag.
he stood up and grabbed your arm before you could wipe it all away. all the precious blood, from inside you, warm and wet and delicious.
"i'll clean it for you." he said ever so softly. your lips wavered as he ran his tongue from the inside of your elbow slowly down your forearm, lapping it all up. you told him to clean his mouth before moving up to the fresh wounds, you didn't want all that gross food grease and fat particles getting into your blood stream.
he continued licking, using his thumbs to spread open the bigger ones, making you wince. "you're so cute." he grinned, fingertip dragging lightly down the slits.
"ah, you're so dirty... and gross..." your arm felt weak, body shaking. but it felt so good. another moan, louder, as he squeezed your skin together to make the blood come out again. he kissed you, irony and with adoration.
"do it to me." he panted between sloppy kisses, occupied with palming himself through his pj pants and holding up your arm. you did as told, rolling up his sleeves for him and pushing him back on the bed. a moment to appreciate his pale and bony arms, purple and blue branches of veins scattering all over and god you wanted him to bleed out.
a shiver of excitement shot through his back as the tip of the blade pierced skin. a slight twitch of his hips when you started to slowly move- a shaky moan and eyes to the back of the head when the familiar sting and pain formed at the base of his wrist.
"you have such pretty veins, tomu... i wanna pull them out. think i could pull them out? i'm sure overhaul could put you back together." you whispered into his ear, slashing a couple more times. he grinded into you, holding the small of your back. his fingers felt up your protruding spine, making you arch into him more.
"what else?"
"i want to kill myself, for you, tomu." you kissed his jaw. "maybe i'd kill you first, then myself."
"you wanna leave me that bad?" he gripped your hip, thumbing the bone and holding it in his hand. you shook your head, bringing his wrist to your lips, reddening them with his own blood. you rolled your hips against his, flicking your tongue against his cuts.
"i wanna bring you with me, to whatever hell we'll end up in."
"god you're edgy, huh. give me that."
he got on top of you now, pulling up your shirt and ordering you to hold it. you twitched as he started carving into the skin of your stomach and the space between your ribs. you could feel the familiar shape of a heart, right on your chest. he groped your tits, then smacked you across the face. then again. and again. and again, until you finally let out that sweet sob he wanted to hear.
"keep crying," he gripped your jaw, turning your head around forcefully. he lifted it up, placing the box cutter against your throat. "don't move, or else i'll end up killing you. or do, doesn't matter to me."
you whimpered pathetically as he did a quick slice on your throat, not deep enough to potentially put you in danger, but enough to bleed. if there wasn't any blood, it wasn't worth it. so you kept crying. he cut you all over, frail skin even more ruined now. just how he liked you.
"you know you're never gonna leave, right?" shigaraki sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping up his arms. you were panting next to him, bleeding into the sheets. your body felt numb and lifeless and like nothing else mattered except him. nothing did, actually.
"don't leave me, tomu!" you cried out when you felt the bed shift with him standing up. he laughed.
"i won't."
#shigaraki tomura/reader#shigaraki/reader#tw.abuse#tw.enabling#tw.ed#shigaraki tomura dark fic#tw.self harm
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I'd really love to hear more about this scene (it's 340 words, I checked), but totally understand if it is too dark or whatever for you to hyper analyze or whatever 🙈
Bucky tosses the pillow to the ground and slips off the cushion. He means it to be languid and sexy, but it probably comes off as jerky and unsure. His muscles still hurt every time he moves, and going too fast sends a painful, nauseating shock of pain through his head.
“What are you doing?” Steve asks in a high-pitched, surprised voice. “Hey, Buck, you don’t–”
Bucky stares up at Steve through his lashes, hands finding the elastic waistband of his pants of their own volition. “I’m just tryna’ pay you back,” he whispers hoarsely. “I don’t have money, so…”
“No, no, Buck,” he says quickly, wrapping his hands loosely around Bucky’s wrists and pushing him away as gently as he can. “You don’t need to pay anything back. I’m not going to any trouble, my couch is here whether you sleep on it or not.”
A humiliated heat deepens the nervous flush already pinking Bucky’s bruised cheeks. “I thought you… I thought you wanted me to… like, the way you were sitting…” He blinks away the glaze of tears that obscures his vision. “Shit, I’m so sorry…”
“Hey, hey,” Steve murmurs, helping Bucky back onto the couch. “No, I get it, I’m sorry if I…”
“No, I’m the one who’s all… all messed up.”
“I can promise you one thing, Bucky. I will never expect you to read my mind. I’ll never ask a question with a right answer in mind, I’ll never… I’ll never slam a door so you know I’m mad, nothing like that. I’ll be completely, totally honest with you.”
“Okay,” Bucky says hesitantly.
“I really like you,” Steve says slowly. “I care about you. A lot. Like… a lot. I’m not doing any of this out of… of a sense of obligation, or anything like that. I’m doing this because I care about you, and I want to see you safe, and you deserve it. This isn’t an exchange, it isn’t… a hierarchy, one of us holding the power.”
“Okay,” he repeats, quieter this time.
OOF OKAY this was a hard scene to write because it makes me so embarrassed for both of them (and I get really bad second-hand embarrassment, to the point where I had to scrap about three versions of this scene before I was comfortable with this one), and it makes me so sad to think about how messed up Bucky's mind is, that he genuinely cannot fathom that someone could just be nice for the sake of being nice.
This point in their relationship is so difficult to navigate because I think neither of them wants to make the first move, but for such different reasons. Steve is terrified of being pushy and accidentally forcing Bucky into something he doesn't want to do, and Bucky is terrified of being in a relationship with someone new (and he's definitely still in love with Brock), but at the same time, they're both so scared of rejecting the other person and ruining their chances of being together later on.
I wanted to really illustrate that Bucky is still so emotionally and physically messed up from Brock ("His muscles still hurt every time he moves, and going too fast sends a painful, nauseating shock of pain through his head." "he whispers hoarsely." "Bucky’s bruised cheeks.") that he literally is incapable of understanding the concept of bodily autonomy or being able to refuse consent. It is literally incomprehensible that 1) he doesn't owe anyone his body, and 2) that someone could simply want to spend time with him without it being some elaborate ruse to fuck him or excuse to punish him.
I was actually kind of nervous that Steve reassuring Bucky would come off slightly condescending (because he's so matter-of-fact and almost uses the kind of clarity you'd use when talking to a child), but it just goes to show that everything Bucky knows about consent and relationships, he learned while Brock was grooming him. He literally needs to unlearn everything and start at the beginning, like a child. That's how badly Brock fucked with his head.
I also love the trope of the victim/survivor's friend slowly coming to understand the extent of the abuse their friend went through, it's just so painful to watch Steve realize just how horrifically Bucky was treated.
#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky#catws#marvel fanfiction#bucky barnes fanfiction#brock rumlow#stevebucky#captain america#fanfiction
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the bet ch.5 - r.b x female reader
Blurb: office bonding session pt.2. the boss decides to take them out for dinner and alcohol makes everything more exciting
Word Count: 6.2k
A/N: i'm literally so tired. that is all Warnings - regulus and evan are a little misogynistic and by a little i mean a lot, sex is heavily referenced, alcohol and drinking
Masterlist | ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3 | ch.4 | ch.6 | ch.7 | ch.8 | ch.9 | ch.10 | FINISHED
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She sent a letter to her boss immediately when she got home and she got one back barely an hour later wishing her a speedy recovery.
She felt like she did speedily recover from the injury. She took the potion when she got home as well and her head felt so good that she didn’t even tell her parents about what had happened.
They would have just worried and told her that she shouldn’t have been playing Quidditch, so really, there was no point. She did a spell to hide the bruise on her lip and decided they didn’t need to ever find out.
However, she wasn’t entirely sure she had recovered from the day. Whenever she closed her eyes she could see Regulus’ grey ones staring back at her and when they had their guests over, she was finding it hard trying to keep the conversation going when all she could think about was the way Regulus had spoken when he was trying to get her a healer.
But she sat there politely throughout the night, trying to act like everything was normal. Trying to act like Regulus Black wasn’t at the forefront of her every thought.
This time, she had no potion to blame.
Regulus eventually went over to Evan’s, who was waiting for him with a stupid grin on his face.
“So,” he said, “how did your hospital trip go?”
Regulus shook his head as he sat down next to his friend on the couch.
“Uneventful.”
“Really?” Evan asked, “You didn’t fuck her in the healer’s office? Not a nice quickie in a supply closet?”
“You’re gross.”
“Hey,” Evan said defensively, “you said yes to the bet.” And Evan was right.
He had said yes to the bet. And at first, Regulus didn’t care, because he had nothing to lose and five hundred galleons to gain. And that was still true, but he wondered if he’d feel just as guilty hurting her emotionally than as he did by hurting her physically.
He shook himself out of it.
It was just going to be a quick fuck, he wasn’t going to lead her on so it was fine. Besides, she never had to know about the bet so no feelings would get hurt.
“I think it actually helped me get closer to her though,” he said.
“That’s boring,” Evan said, “I don’t want to know her favourite colour or her favourite book.”
“You do know who we are dealing with though?” Regulus asked, “I really don’t think she’d take just anyone to bed, it’d have to be someone she actually liked.” Evan shrugged, Regulus had a point.
“Do we even know who she’s taken to bed?” Evan asked and Regulus felt something flood his body.
“No,” he said.
“Do you know if she’s even in a relationship?” Regulus turned to his friend.
“No.”
“Mate, are you serious?” Regulus suddenly felt like an idiot.
“Well she hasn’t mentioned anyone,” Regulus said, trying to defend himself.
“I mean, who would want to put up with that?” Evan laughed but Regulus made a mental note to find out during the week.
Regulus was lost in thought. He couldn’t help replaying their time at St Mungos over the weekend. Regulus was used to her being hard and rough, but she was soft and kind and Regulus thought that was a good look on her.
Because even though she was the complete opposite of what he was used to, she still had her wit and quick thinking and that was something that Regulus always enjoyed.
His mind couldn’t help but wander back to his thoughts that first week they were making potions. What would she be like in bed? He hoped that soft and gentle part would come back out again, but he was also looking forward to her keeping her smart mouth. He could have fun with that.
It wasn’t that he wanted to, but he just couldn’t help thinking about those clothes she had worn on Friday.
Fuck, he thought. For some reason, he was excited to see what would happen next week.
When she walked in, Regulus immediately asked, “How’s your head?”
“Fine, thank you,” she said, walking to her desk, “I think our potion helped.”
“That’s good.” He noticed there was no bruise on her lip, but he didn't want to ask about it.
As she sat down their boss came out and made her way over to their joined desks.
“How is your head, darling?” She asked.
“It’s better,” she said, “I had a bit of a headache, but it’s gone now.”
“Good, I hope Regulus looked after you.” She shot him a look and Regulus wasn’t sure how much of it was playful and how much was serious.
“He did,” she said and when she smiled, he couldn’t help but smile with her.
“Good,” she said, “because we never got to have our team bonding session, even though, I hoped you two bonded in St Mungos. I thought Regulus would come back straight away, but I’m glad he stayed with you.”
Regulus took offence that she thought he wouldn’t stay there, but he took it in stride.
“So,” she continued, clapping her hands in front of her, “because we missed out on our bonding session, I decided it’d be better if we went out for dinner this Friday to make up for it, what do you think?”
They both smiled at her.
“Sounds good,” they both said before the boss excused herself and went to the office to answer an owl tapping on the window.
As she walked away, Evan came in and Regulus quickly caught him up on the news.
“Great,” Evan said, “I haven’t been out in so long, I need an excuse to get drunk.” She scoffed at him as he sat in his chair.
“Do you think it’s really appropriate to get drunk at a work event?” She asked.
“Obviously you’ve never been to one of our events.” Evan winked at her and she couldn’t help but scoff again.
Regulus turned to look at her.
“You obviously don’t know the boss that well,” he said, an amused look on his face. She squinted her eyes at him, not sure whether they were being serious or not. “You’ll see on Friday.”
She gave him a cautious look before going back to her work.
Because Friday had basically been a day off for everyone, they were all trying to catch up on the work they missed. Her and Regulus didn’t miss out too much considering they were still only trying to find new potion ideas, but Evan was apparently busy; he didn't even kick the back of Regulus’ chair once.
On Wednesday during the meeting Louie came in to tell her and Regulus that they had a new request for a potion.
“An unlucky potion?” She asked and Louie nodded.
“An unlucky potion,” he confirmed.
“So like, the opposite of Felix Felices?” Regulus asked. Louie nodded.
They decided to work on the potion by themselves first, because they both agreed it was harder to think when there was someone there. But on Thursday morning, they’d share their ideas and see if they’d be able to start a trial on Friday.
She didn’t want to admit it, but she was struggling to think of a way to approach this potion. At first she wanted to start by looking at the ingredients for Felix Felicis and going opposite to that, but she was struggling to think of an opposite for most of these complex ingredients.
On Thursday morning she was nervous, because for the first time, she had no ideas. And she really didn’t want Regulus to find that out.
“So,” Regulus asked when she sat down and he made his way over to her desk, “what do you have for me?” He sat on her desk and he noticed that this time, she didn’t look like she wanted to tell him to get off it.
“I, well,” she said, “you go first.” He squinted his eyes at him. That was unusual. Usually she was always eager to share her thoughts and opinions. But Regulus happily obliged.
“Well I was thinking maybe we test out some antimony because they’ve just done a recent study on it that showed it had highly malleable characteristics which can help for specific potions.”
“Interesting,” she said, “do you have anything else we can work with?”
“I was thinking maybe even looking at some ingredients from the sleeping draught because that will help slow down the individual’s thoughts to hopefully increase the chance of things going wrong. Specifically I was thinking flobberworm mucus and valerian because of their other uses.”
“Is that all?” She asked, hoping there was more to help buy her some time to think of something to say.
“So far, what do you have?” He had his palms rested on her desk, his legs swaying softly over it. She was looking up at him, anxiously playing with her hands in her lap.
“Well,” she said, “I thought maybe we could look at the ingredients for Felix Felices and look at using the opposites of it, or the ingredients that counteract those ones.” She felt like she was rambling and not making sense.
“Okay,” Regulus said, seemingly deep in thought, “like what?”
“Like,” she said, trying hard to remember the ingredients in Felix Felices. “Maybe something rooty instead of thyme?” Regulus squinted his eyes at her. That made no sense.
“Okay.”
“And maybe thinking of the right spell instead of fleximpra.” Regulus took her in. She was avoiding eye contact and her hands were fidgeting nervously in her lap. Her leg was bouncing. Regulus wished it had something to do with their hospital visit last week, but Regulus knew this was different.
“It’s okay if you don’t have any ideas.” She looked at him offended.
“Of course I have ideas,” she huffed, “they just haven’t come to me yet.” She said it so quietly it took Regulus a few seconds to understand what she had said. Anytime before last week, he would have found it hilarious that he had more ideas over her.
She had come in and solved his potion immediately, he needed the ego boost, but now he found the way she was acting more interesting than anything else.
He let out a small laugh and she looked up at him with a hard look on her face.
“It’s fine,” he insisted, before getting up and getting a textbook from behind her, “I was struggling as well, why don’t we have a look together?”
He was already bringing a chair over to sit next to her so really, how could she say no? Especially when there was a part of her that was looking forward to working so closely with Regulus. She really liked this new kindness of his and she was happy to be around it.
Maybe, her suspicions would have risen if she saw the look Evan shot Regulus, but Regulus was quick to look away from his friend.
This was work. This wasn’t part of the bet, they genuinely needed to think of this potion. Most companies were happy to wait however long was necessary to get the desired effect of the potion, but they did have to do this in a timely manner and it was no good if neither of them had any strong ideas.
They flicked through the textbook, occasionally sharing thoughts and gong back and forth from there and by the end of the day, they had a rough idea of what ingredients they wanted to use, but they had no idea on where to start with them, so unfortunately there would be no potion making on Friday and instead, they only had the dinner to look forward to.
They were going to the Leaky Cauldron and Regulus was looking forward to going out. He didn’t mind the people he worked with. Sure, maybe they weren’t on an owl to owl basis, but they knew how to have fun.
And maybe, a part of Regulus was eager to see what she would wear.
“I’ll see you later tonight,” he told her after they spent all of Friday figuring out their method and filling out the paperwork for next Friday.
“See you soon,” she said, putting on her coat and apparating away.
She wasn’t sure what the dress code really was and it wasn’t like she could ask Regulus who seemed to be the person she was closest to in the office. And she didn’t really feel like asking the safety manager nor the boss, so she spent the next hour going through her entire wardrobe.
In the end she decided on a tight fitted dress that was appropriate considering the people she was going out with, but was still nice.
She threw on a nice jacket and apparated to the Leaky Cauldron.
She walked in and saw that Regulus and Evan were already there, still in the clothes they were wearing from work. It occurred to her that they probably apparated here straight from work and she wondered how much they had already had to drink.
Regulus’ eyes seemed to be drawn to her and he smiled and waved over to her, giving her a bit of needed confidence as she walked over to the table. They were sitting across from each other at the end and she realised her only two options were to sit next to Regulus or sit down next to Evan.
She sat down next to Regulus.
She took her coat off as she greeted them, feeling their eyes on her and making her want to put her coat back on. Was she not meant to change after work?
She sat down quickly and looked over at Regulus who was already smiling at her.
“So, I’m assuming you’ve already started?”
“You’re assuming right,” Evan said, finishing whatever was left in his glass. “Meaning you need to catch up.”
“Oh no,” she said, trying to give them a convincing smile, “I’m okay.” Evan was already standing up to go get another round of drinks and he gave her a confused look.
“C’mon,” he said, “it’s on me.”
She didn’t really want to be drinking at her first work function, but then the safety manager appeared and said, “Oh good, Evan’s getting us some drinks. I’ll get a firewhiskey please.”
She suddenly didn’t want to be the only one drinking.
Evan raised an eyebrow at her and she let out a deep breath.
“Okay, fine, surprise me.” He grinned at that and walked away while the safety manager sat in front of her. Thankfully, she had also changed her clothes which made her feel much better in her tight dress.
Thankfully, there wasn’t too much awkward silence because just as Evan left, Louie arrived and sat down next to her.
“How is everyone?” He asked and everyone mumbled out an answer before Louie began telling them the issues he has been having with a new supplier.
Evan came back with their drinks and placed something yellow in front of her, but before she could ask what it was the boss had arrived and everyone was saying hello.
Everyone had already started drinking and so she took a small sip from the straw coming out of the glass.
It was sour and it took everything she had not to make a face.
“Is it okay?” Regulus asked and she could taste the alcohol going down her throat.
“It’s okay,” she said, swirling the drink around with her straw. She wasn’t a big drinker, so she hoped what she was doing looked normal.
She’d drank before, mostly firewhiskey or some champagne from various events her parents and their acquaintances held, but that was about it and it was never enough to get her drunk.
“What are you drinking?” She asked him, referring to the amber liquid he had in a clear glass.
His hand was clasped around it and she couldn’t help but focus on how elongated his fingers looked as they wrapped around the wet glass.
“Firewhiskey,” he shrugged, taking another sip.
She looked up at him and mumbled out a ‘nice’.
Regulus thought this was the easy bit.
Regulus felt at ease. It was just as if she was a pretty girl he had met on a night out and he had had plenty of experience getting those pretty girls into his bed at Evan’s house.
Besides, he hadn’t done that since she had started working with him. Honestly, he hadn’t properly gone out since then and now that he was out, he was only focusing on the pretty girl in front of him.
But he put the blame on his dry spell for wanting to push her hair away from her face and he blamed the two firewhiskeys he had already had on the way he focused on her eyes looking up at him.
For a second there, he began to wonder how pretty she’d be looking up at him in a different position. But that was a dangerous thought and he was glad Evan had made her look away from him when he exclaimed, “I’m starving.”
She took her time sipping her drink, not really wanting to have another and not wanting to get drunk really fast, so by the time everyone finished eating she had also finished her drink.
Regulus had finished the firewhiskey Evan had got for him, but he seemed to be taking a break because when Evan got up again to get another drink, he politely declined.
She still had a bit of her own drink at that time, and she almost winced when she took another sip of it. Another reason it was taking her so long to finish it, it was much too sour for her.
That had been almost half an hour ago, but now everyone was finished and the boss had gone quickly to the bathroom leaving them to make their own small talk.
Louie was telling a story about his time at school and she was listening respectfully, until she felt a hand on her shoulder.
Her whole body froze.
Not too many people usually touched her, so when they did it seemed her body didn’t know how to react. But she forced herself to turn around to see Regulus looking at her.
“Want to come up with me to get another drink?” She didn’t, really, but Louie had finished his story and there was the tiniest awkward lull in the conversation that she didn’t want to stay around for, so she nodded and got up with him.
“Another?” Regulus asked Evan who nodded even though he still had half a glass.
Louie and the safety manager said they needed a break and so she followed Regulus up to the bar.
The lights were on but they were dim and it was very busy considering it was a Friday and most people came here after work and after she had been locked behind two people who Regulus had managed to push past, but wouldn’t let her through, Regulus put his hand out to her.
When she only looked at it he giggled and took her hand in his.
Her hand was cold and she noticed that his was bony. She left it limp in his even though he held on tight to her and pulled her through the crowd.
When they got there he let go and her palm felt awfully warm compared to her other.
“What do you want?” He asked when they got in line.
Shit, she thought, I don’t know.
“Uhm,” she said, trying to think, “surprise me?” She asked.
“Sure,” he said.
“But not what Evan gave me.”
“What did Evan give you?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. They had to shout slightly over everyone else’s conversations and it seemed Regulus had moved his head closer to hers so he could hear. “But it was too sour.”
“Would you prefer something sweet?” She thought about it.
“Yes please.”
She stood behind him while he told the bartender his order. She noticed the little vein on his neck had made an appearance again so she made herself look away.
He turned around to face her and she took a step forward after the person next to him left so they were facing each other, their sides to the bar.
For some reason, her words were caught in her throat and she couldn’t think of a single thing to say to the man in front of her. He had a polite look on his face and she couldn’t help but think how weird it was that out of all the people in the office, Regulus Black was the one she had befriended.
They stood there, not saying anything for apparently Regulus also couldn’t seem to find the right words to say to her.
It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t ideal, Regulus thought, he needed to be cool and charming and staring at her like an idiot was anything but that.
Thankfully, the bartender had finished their drinks and she grabbed hers while Regulus got his and Evans.
This time she followed close behind him so they wouldn’t get parted, considering Regulus’ hands were too full to hold hers again.
They put their drinks down and went back to their seats. When she put hers down and took a sip she hummed in content.
“This is much better,” she told him, “thank you.” He smiled.
“You’re welcome.”
They were smiling at each other until Evan chimed in.
“So, do you have a boyfriend?” Evan asked and she let go of her drink and placed her hands on her lap.
Regulus gave him an annoyed look.
“I still haven’t found out if she has a boyfriend.” Regulus admitted when he and Evan had got the Leaky Cauldron early and Evan made a comment about what she would be wearing.
“Seriously?” Evan asked, “mate, you kinda need to. If she does then this whole bet is off and you can stop doing whatever you’re doing.”
“It’s just never felt appropriate.” Evan didn’t say anything so Regulus changed the subject, but if he knew what his friend was plotting he would’ve made him swear not to say anything.
“I don’t,” she said, looking straight at Evan.
“A girlfriend?” He asked.
“No,” she said.
“Me neither,” Evan said, taking another sip from his drink.
“That girl I was telling you about hasn’t owled me back since last last Thursday.”
She was surprised that he was looking at her while he spoke. As if she should remember the girl he had taken on a date last week that she specifically told him she didn’t care about.
“Sorry,” she said, even though she was sure the girl could do better than Evan.
“It’s fine,” he said, “Reggie here is single as well.” Regulus felt the heat rush to his cheeks so he took a sip of his drink to hide it.
She turned to look at him. He had a very angular face and the way his neck moved as he drank from his glass made her look away and take a sip of her own drink to hopefully cool herself down.
This drink was a nice shade of pink and she found that now she was actually enjoying the taste of it, it was easier to drink.
When Evan excused himself to go to the bathroom, Regulus turned to her.
“How was your friend thing last weekend?” Regulus asked and she was surprised he remembered.
“It was good,” she said, not wanting to admit that the whole time she was thinking about him.
“That’s good,” he said, “your lip isn’t bruised.” He motioned to his own lip and she smiled.
“Yeah, I did a spell.” He nodded.
“You know,” he said, “I’m glad you decided to work here, you’re a lot better than the old guy you replaced.”
“I’m glad I decided to work here as well.” She admitted, thinking that she must be starting to feel the effects of those two drinks because that wasn’t something she wanted Regulus Black to know.
“What was that?” Regulus asked, a small smirk tugging on his lips. She gave him an unimpressed look. Trust him to make her repeat it.
“I’m glad I decided to work here,” she said unenthusiastically.
“I can’t hear you,” he said and in a swift motion he grabbed onto her chair and pulled it closer to him.
She looked up at him, her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide.
Regulus bit back a smirk. He’d lost count of the amount of times he’d done that to a pretty girl in this pub and each time it had the desired effect.
“Could you repeat yourself?” He asked innocently and she tried to regain her composure and remember how to speak.
“I’m glad I decided to work here,” she said for a third time. “You and Evan sometimes aren’t that bad, but,” she said dramatically, “you’re both still on thin ice.”
Regulus thought that she was full of shit.
Maybe Evan was still on thin ice but he thought he had a pretty good foundation with her now.
They were much closer together now. Her chair was touching his and if she relaxed, her knee would be touching his. His face was barely centimetres away from her when they turned to talk to the other and Regulus was feeling good.
Especially when she went to take a sip of her drink and for some reason, finally decided to relax, meaning now their legs were touching.
When Evan came back, he had another three drinks in his hand and he put them down.
She thought they were really good at holding their alcohol because she was already feeling the effects of her two drinks and they were much more ahead of her, without even seeming drunk.
They chatted happily amongst each other. Most times it was just the three of them chatting together considering they were the closest in age and had gone to Hogwarts together, but at times it would go down the end of the table and everyone was laughing at something stupid Evan had said.
Evan kept excusing himself either to go to the bathroom or to get another drink, but when he brought back her fourth, and last she told herself, drink he came back with another girl.
It was late and so the boss and the safety manager had left, but when Evan came back with this girl, Louie excused himself as well and left.
She wasn’t sure if she was meant to leave too. Did Regulus want to go find his own girl to bring back? But before she could think about it for a second longer, Regulus put his palm flat against her bicep and whispered in her ear, “please don’t leave me with them.” She pulled back to look at him and he had a small smile on his face, but the look in his eyes was sincere so she nodded.
In a way, she was glad that she was being forced to stay here, because if Regulus hadn’t said anything she probably would have gone home and spent the rest of the night wondering what the two boys were up to.
The girl introduced herself and they put together that she was a Ravenclaw in the year below them at Hogwarts.
When she finished her drink Evan took her back up to the bar to get another, without offering her and Regulus one.
“You don’t have anywhere else to be tonight, right?” Her chair was still extremely close to Regulus’ meaning so was she, and when Regulus turned to her they were so close that he didn’t have to scream.
She shook her head. “I mean, my parents will probably have a heart attack that I’m home so late, but they’ll live.” She regretted it as soon as it left her lips. She did not need Regulus Black knowing anything about her family.
But Regulus was a Black and he knew a thing or two about noble families.
He gave an understanding nod.
“Are your parents just like ours as well?” She wasn’t sure what he meant by that but she nodded anyway.
“Worse.” Regulus understood, he really did. He knew the girl sitting in front of him was wired so taut that any sudden movements could cause a snap, but he never considered why she was so stuck up.
“My mother still makes me send an owl to her when I get home,” he said.
“Don’t you live at home with them?” She asked.
“Yeah but when I go out I usually go back to Evan’s.” with a pretty girl, he thought, but chose not to say. “Evan lives by himself.”
She was taken aback by that.
“Really?”
“Yeah, his parents bought him a house. I don’t think they wanted him at home any longer than he needed to be.” She laughed and he smiled at her.
“I don’t blame them.”
“Do you still live with your parents?”
“Yeah, but I don’t think they’ll buy me a house, I’ll probably get our manor.” She shrugged her shoulders and quickly looked away.
“Yeah, mine won’t either unless I bring someone home to them.”
“Are your parents old fashioned as well?” She asked. She’d gone her whole life thinking no one’s parents could ever compare to hers, and she still thought her parents would always be worse, but maybe there were some similarities.
“Old fashion is an understatement.” She bit her lip. Her brain was telling her not to do it. Her brain was telling her that as soon as she said it she’d regret it, but she still opened her mouth and said, “My parents are the reason I originally gave up this job.”
Regulus shot her a quizzical look and waited for her to continue and for some reason, she did.
“They wanted me to work in the Ministry, but I didn’t want to.”
“They work in the Ministry, right?” Regulus asked, already knowing the answer. She nodded. “Did they try to get you a job there?” She nodded again.
“At first they made me apply because they didn’t want anyone to say I only got in because of my name, and, of course, I got it,” she took a breath, “but I turned it down and told my parents I didn’t get it.” Regulus was listening intently and it gave her the confidence she needed to continue. “So then they tried giving me one, but I,” she trailed off, “I refused.”
The way she said it and turned to look down at the table made Regulus think that wasn’t the entire story.
“You refused?” He asked, hoping she’d continue.
“I refused,” she confirmed, looking back up at him. “I didn’t show up to work and whenever they tried to talk to me about it I apparated away.” She said it really quickly and Regulus was already laughing. “I’m not proud of it, but when I told them I wanted to work here they were so sick of me being dramatic that they finally let me so I guess it was fine.”
Regulus didn’t expect anything less from her. He hadn’t really considered it before, but if he had to imagine what she’d be like at home that’s exactly how he’d imagine her. Spoiled and bratty.
Two things that he was recently struggling to associate with the girl in front of him who had been much kinder to him this past week.
He was laughing and she was hiding her face in her hands and Regulus was hoping that by the next time she’d do that, he’d be confident enough to move them away.
“I think they only gave me this job after you declined,” he said, no longer feeling annoyed by that thought, meaning he had drunk enough for the night.
“Maybe,” she said, “maybe you would have applied this year instead.” She looked up at him innocently and he couldn’t help but smile.
Regulus had a theory that talking about your bad relationship with your family brought two people together and she was already sharing it with Regulus after only a month.
Merlin, he’d probably be five hundred galleons richer before the new year.
She realised how empty the table felt now that it was just her and Regulus sitting there.
“Reggie.” Suddenly Evan was beside Regulus, his hands on his shoulders leaning down to whisper in his ear, even though it wasn’t much of a whisper considering she could hear him. “Don’t rush home.” He gave her a wink to which she visibly grimaced and he pressed his palm flat to Regulus’ cheek before giving it a quick kiss and then leaving them.
“Great,” Regulus huffed, “you don’t have to stay any more if you don’t want to.”
“It’s okay,” she shrugged, “I’ll keep you company.” She was hoping the effects of the alcohol would start to wear off, but considering she wanted to spend more time with Regulus Black, she was starting to think that it hadn’t.
But they had become closer in her month here, and she wasn’t hating it. In her drunken state, she may have even called him a friend.
“Besides,” she continued, “you stayed with me at the hospital so I guess I’ll pay you back.” He laughed.
“Thanks,” there was a slight pause, “honestly, I’m giving him an hour and even that is a bit of an overestimation.”
The meaning of his words took a few seconds for her to understand and he waited patiently, trying to keep his face neutral as he saw the realisation dawn on her face.
At first, her mouth opened slightly and her eyes widened, but then the lines of disgust were starting to appear and soon her face was etched into one of uncomfort.
He laughed.
“That’s,” she paused, trying to find the right word, “interesting.”
“I love Evan,” he said, “but he is hopeless.”
“Is he the only one who calls you Reggie?”
Regulus hated being called Reggie. It had started back at Hogwarts when a few girls had started calling him that and he hated the way it sounded like they were whining every time it left their lips.
He had disclosed this with Evan one night who, of course, thought it was hilarious and started calling him that ironically until, as ironic things usually do, became unironic.
But it dawned on Regulus how little he had ever heard her say his name and for some reason, he didn’t mind the way the nickname fell from her lips,
Her very pretty lips that he had bruised. The very pretty lips he had watched the healer touch and squish together. The very pretty lips that he suddenly really wanted to kiss.
Fuck, he thought, I’m drunk.
“Uhm,” he mumbled, trying to remember what she had asked him. “Oh, yeah,” he said when he remembered, she gave him a funny look. “Only Evan calls me that, it’s an inside joke.” He wasn’t sure if he was meant to explain the inside joke, but he had enough experience to know that it wasn’t appropriate to talk about your ex flings with someone you’re trying to make your current fling, so he changed the subject.
“Are you excited for the game this weekend?” It was the Quidditch world final and she nodded eagerly at the question.
“Always, are you?” And so they began talking about who they think would win and the embarrassing teams they went for as children and who they think should be kicked off next season.
After their laughter died down they both seemed to realise that there weren’t many people left at the Leaky Cauldron. Only the waiter and another group of people in the corner.
“I guess I should go make sure Evan is still alive,” Regulus sighed and she giggled, her heart doing something funny in her chest.
“I better make sure my parents haven’t sent out a search party for me.”
“It was nice talking to you,” Regulus said as if he was genuinely surprised about this.
“It was okay,” she said, smirking at him so he knew she was joking.
If this wasn’t her, Regulus would have asked her back to Evan’s much earlier. They knew the drill by now.
Whoever was home first put up the silence charm and then the next would do it when they got there. And he knew Evan who would have done the silencing charm just in case Regulus brought her back, so really, it would have been perfect.
But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He told himself it was just because this was still too early in the game and he risked getting rejected, but he was telling himself that so many times that it started to sound like he was convincing himself of that.
Regardless, they both apparated home, their hearts full as they steadied themselves, not convinced that it was apparating while drinking that was making them dizzy.
The five hundred galleons suddenly seemed to weigh a lot more on Regulus’ shoulders and he was reminded of this next morning when Evan came to join him at the breakfast table, the girl from last night long gone.
“Why didn’t you bring her back?” Was the first thing Evan asked.
Regulus thought it’d be easier to say he rejected her than have to explain the real reason.
“She was drunk,” he said instead, which was still one of his main concerns.
“And? So were you?”
“I don’t want to rush it,” he said and the tone that he used made Evan change the subject.
#regulus black#regulus black imagine#regulus black angst#regulus black series#regulus black blurb#harry potter#harry potter imagine#harry potter angst#harry potter blurb#marauders#marauders blurb#marauders angst#marauders imagine#rb#rbi#rba
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embarrassing but i jusst need to talk ok.......... under the cut because iknow itll be long um im talking abot cancer and animal death and dog like. i dont knw. attacks. & other kindof awful things so no pressure to even look or read anything. loveyou forevr
My uncle isnt going to make it the next two years even with the two surgeries and chemo the brain tumor is too much and he just got the news the beginning of this month that hes not going to make it. we all kindof knew that woukd be the case even w his last surgery but nobody knew it would be so soon. hes literally like my best friend he has been ever since i was little and he means the world to me. he got diagnosed august of last year and its been like a fucking nightmare ever since. And on top of that i lost agnes like less than a fucking week aftwr i got the news about my uncle its literally been crushing and its hard for me to want to do anything at all and nobody even wants to TALK about it im just supposed to deal alone and my dad will not stop pressuring me to finish getting my degree and get a job and i know i should and i want to but its impossible to do anytbing at all im so exhausted like physically i can barely stay awake and i just feel so isolated. And then we've been taking care of my uncles dog for the last year obviously since he cant and shes never liked me too much but she tolerates me because Im a sucker and i love giving her little treats like peanut butter and any nibbles of what im eating aslong as its safe bht i dont know whats happened in the last few weeks she has completely flipped the switch and i genuinely cannot leave my room anymore without her baring her teeth at me and growling and lunging for me. shes gotten me really bad a couple times thats what that bruise was from and i have some nasty gashes and scars on my feet and legs like ive never bled that much it soaked thru my sock and all over the floor she completely scares the shit out of me i cant even be near her without bawling my eyes out anymore. my parents are like yeah yeah well we'll talk to your uncle soon about getting her some training but not now and dont mention it because youll upset him. Like i think hes going to be more upset that his dog is trying to fucking kill me or something than you asking if he would pay for her to go. somebwere i dont know anywhere. i dont want anything to happen to her like putting her down shes not a bad dog atall she just had such a hard time with different owners as a puppy. it makes me feel awful to say but i wish to fucking god she was anywhere but here not just cuz she scares me but Im scared for the cats too. shes surprisingly aloof towards them but i dont know. i thought she was fine with me too and now. Sprry this is all crazy personal and like batshit to post online if you read all of this um. sorry do you still like me etc i dont have any joke to wrap it up with literally every good thing in my life is crumbling around me and i cant do anything about it nor do i have to tools to deal with it emotionally and i want to blow my head off 👍
#op#tldr nightmares forever 👍#theres alot more but whwtever. most of wats on my mind#Dont worry about though ok. i just needed to get it off my chest as like humiliating as it is to be sad online. i shant do anything
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Daaaammmn
Ex that I had a nasty breakup with and who I had absolutely adored updated his Facebook profile picture. He seems to be getting back into shape and his wife has disappeared from his page. Hmmmmmmm. He was sexy as fuck back in the day so I'm cheering him on secretly.
Maybe you know, maybe you don't, but things could be better at my place. I still haven't scheduled anything but I need to. I guess it's the right thing to do. Uhck. Anyway, I'm back to my old "what if" fantasies again and all that crap. I'm not going to be too troubled by it now though, I need something and I'm not getting it at home. I get nothing but excuses actually. Car accident dislocated his hip, then hernia surgery, then he was worried about his surgery scars, now it's bruised ribs (that have been that way for some time now and I'm not sure how it even happened). On top of the lingering mistrust and suspicion that he is chatting with other women when I'm not around and his other sketchy behavior. I'm not sure exactly if it's still going on, but I have this feeling it is. I don't think there's any sexual attraction between us anymore. Part of that is the fact that I have continuously worked on myself physically and emotionally, and he's let go of both of those things. Lots of excuses there too.
He says he'd like to this weekend, I just said yeah right. I'm tired of being hopeful about it. He says he wants to, then he drinks too much and/or finds an excuse and I'm turned off off at that point. I'll end up replacing my batteries before I get laid again.
And before anyone thinks it, no I'm not planning to cheat on DM with my ex, doesn't mean I can't think about it though.
I just wonder if maybe I should try what TP is trying. Sounds very messy to me, but faaaahhhhhccckkkk I am tired of being lied to and getting fed bullshit by someone who takes me for granted. I know damn well I'm in the best shape of my life and I could easily get some if I wanted to, it would just be much more convenient and less messy if I could get it at home and I'm too old for all that.
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hi no one
Note: This is a personal opinion, I’m not tagging this post, I’m not broadcasting it, please feel free to totally ignore this if you see it on your dash thx
so I saw a post about dragging someone to court as a way of continuing domestic abuse
There’s a court case of an actress Evan Rachel Wood being sued by Marilyn Manson after she accused him of harassment and stuff?
But everyone sees the OG post and are defending Amber Heard??
Like... I understand it looks bad, a man bringing a woman to court, and of course people want to side with the woman, but that situation is not one of wanting to control Amber, it’s to get his name cleared. That is a legitimate reason to sue. The cases previously didn’t have enough evidence for anything to happen which is why he’s bringing her to court again.
If you listen to the tapes, look at the physical photos and evidence, and all the witness statements, all signs point to Amber being the abuser. Like... please, please don’t look at the names or sex of the people involved.
One person lost their entire career, has photos of them with real bruises, had their finger severed by their significant other throwing a bottle at them, their bed was defecated in, they were gaslighted to believe that being punched wasn’t actually a punch and was just a light hit.
Meanwhile the person they’re suing, the ex, has brought false evidence to court, told the same story 5 different ways (meaning they can’t keep their lies straight), has been analyzed by nonverbal communication experts to be acting real sus, hamming things up for the camera/jury, and any visual “evidence” they’ve brought to court has been proven to be unrelated to the allegations.
Listen to the tapes. Look at the photos. I looked into the trial curious because I always blindly believed Amber’s side, but the more I watch her, the more I see of the case itself- not what people are saying online but actually looking at what’s presented- the more I just see her as a really bad actor, trying to manipulate people to believe what Johnny went through under her abuse was actually the other way around.
Just because someone is being brought to court does not mean the person being sued is the real victim.
Y’all remember the court case where an older woman accidentally spilled SCALDING hot coffee on her lap and needed actual skin graphs from the like 2nd/3rd degree burns she got??? Remember how the media made it seem like she was just overreacting and it was her own fault for not knowing coffee was hot???
The case found that McDonald’s was serving drinks at practically illegally high temperatures and if it was a normal cup of like Starbucks coffee, it probably would not have left her with literal terrible burns.
So please. Please, don’t keep falling for the fallacy. Regardless of the outcome of the court case, I know Heard has abused Depp. I still haven’t seen any real evidence of the other way around, even just watching body language, like....
It frustrates me.
Okay thanks for coming to my tedtalk bye
Oh! Another thing! I saw someone say in the tags “people don’t believe Amber because she doesn’t cry enough” ???? the fuck??? Is Johnny crying??? What does emotionally breaking down have to do with truth? I wouldn’t be surprised if they were both emotional messes because it’s traumatic to relieve the abuse and to be put through court cases.
And another, about the suing being like a “trap,” Heard was never trapped. She admitted this in court, that she had exaggerated and could’ve left at any time. In fact, she interrupted Johnny’s shoot without him inviting her so like....?
So anyway, I’m gonna go back to packing up to move.
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dap me up | t.h.
tom holland x actress!reader
warnings: somewhat smut? swearing and fluff
summary: during an interview for your new film, tom exposes your odd routine during intimate scenes and your favourite flower.
a/n: i got carried away. there's a lot going on in here. enjoy?
wc: 2.6k
"Hello! I'm Adrien Fox with Pop Sugar and we are here with stars of the new film 'Week Off', Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N!" Adrien introduced you and Tom to the cameras.
You and Tom gave little waves, "Hello!"
"Now, let's get right into it."
Adrien began asking generic questions while you tried your best to prevent any spoilers from leaving Tom's lips.
"Can you explain the movie a bit to anyone who is unfamiliar with the book or hasn't watched the trailer?"
Tom opened his mouth to speak before closing it, "I think I'll let Y/N do that."
Adrien laughed before you spoke, "Yeah, um. It's basically a comedy with a little rated R content. Some romance, but mostly raunchy and hilarious stuff. It follows the employees in this law firm and their vacation away from work. Lots ensues during said trip including relationships, arguments and too much drinking."
"And you guys worked with many famous actors and actresses in this film. Like, Jennifer Lawrence, Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Zendaya, Chris Hemsworth, Kevin Hart, Jonah Hill, Channing Tatum and The Rock. How was working with that many iconic people in the industry? You guys are obviously incredibly well known as well, but I imagine some of these people were your idols growing up." Adrien asked and you and Tom nodded.
"Yeah, uh, yeah. It was an honour. Absolutely amazing. Like, I never imagined I'd be making films, let alone films with stars like Kevin Hart and Emma Stone, you know? I'm just really proud of this one and I love everyone who we worked on it with." Tom gave his answer making you nod.
You cleared your throat, "Yeah, Zendaya is my best friend and she has been for years, long before this movie came along, but I still got so excited about working with her. Jennifer Lawrence is amazing, so hilarious. You put her and Chris into a room together and it's just comedy central." you laughed with Tom at the memory.
"We've seen in the trailer that you two share many intimate and – may I say – risqué scenes in this film. Was it hard to keep that level of professionalism and friendship while shooting those scenes?"
You let out a little chuckle at the question before Tom rubbed his chin and spoke, "Since Y/N and I are already good friends off screen, I thought it would be awkward filming those scenes, but Y/N does this weird handshake after every take and it wasn't awkward 'cause it just made me laugh."
Adrien laughed a little before speaking, "What handshake?"
You shook your head with a smile as you recalled the first time you ever did the handshake with Tom.
"Ready, Holland?" you had your pyjamas on and were making your way to your mark in the set of your character's hotel room.
Tom nodded before following you in, cameras and crew hot on his heels, "Ready as I'll ever be."
He was shirtless. A pair of loose fitting grey shorts hung low on his waist. His costume for this scene as Niko Sai.
A black silk slip hung carelessly off of your frame. Ending at the middle of your thighs, v-neck dipping low on your chest. Your costume for Kora Patel.
"We're going to take it from Tom's line; 'You want me just as much as I want you'. Okay?" you and Tom gave a thumbs up, "Action!"
"You want me just as much as I want you. Everytime you sneak a glance at me and you think I don't see, but I do because I'm already looking at you, Patel." Tom walked behind you, looking at you through the mirror in front of you. "I don't blame you, I am incredibly good looking." he smirked to himself.
"I'm guessing you couldn't fit your shirt over your ginormous head?" you rolled your eyes.
Tom's smirk only grew, "Is that a little bit of drool on your mouth, Patel? Who knew the Kora Patel had a thing for Niko Sai? Oh, the Lord is good."
You rested your hands on the sink and leaned forward, "This is a useless conversation, Sai." you turned to face him, "I feel nothing for you. Don't you get that?"
He stepped closer to you and cupped your face in his palm, "Yes you do, you just don't want to." his face showed pain, all humour drained from his character.
You shook your head with a dry laugh, "You're only trying with me because it's convenient. The company's quiet little Kora Patel, right?"
He took another step towards you, holding your hip in a tight grip, "That's a lie. Nothing about us is convenient."
You chuckled before your hand flew to grasp his hair, tangling your fingers in his curls. Your other hand pressed against his pec. Nails tracing patterns on his skin. Tom's breath hitched along with yours as his body automatically drew closer to you.
You tightened your grip on his hair, "It is convenient because you know I keep to myself. You know that I won't go running my mouth about how long you last or if size really does matter. You know that I'm an easy one to fuck," you pulled him closer, "And toss aside, right, Sai?"
"No." Tom swallowed, "You're wrong, Patel."
You shrugged, "I can give you what you want," you ran your thumb across his bottom lip, "Physically." your eyes met his with heavy lids, "Not emotionally. That's why you need Remedy. Not me." your lips brushed his as you spoke, your voice just loud enough for the mics to pick up.
He leaned in and nearly kissed you before you pushed him away slightly by his chest, foreheads still touching, "Let me kiss you." he whispered, sounding so desperate that you nearly abandoned the script and pulled him into you.
You rolled your lips between your teeth, "And if I don't?" you raised an eyebrow, challenging him.
"I'll leave you alone. If that's what you want, I'll go and have a useless one night stand with a girl who could never measure up to you." he pulled your hips flesh against his, "But if you let me kiss you. I promise to show you how much I mean it when I say that I'll spend all night showering every inch of your body with the love it deserves." he brushed his lips against yours again before bringing his mouth to your ear, "Just say the word, darling, and I'm yours."
Your heavy breaths were the only things that could be heard besides the small sound of shuffling behind the cameras. Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips before you closed the distance and pushed your lips to his.
Fighting for dominancy, teeth clashing, hands roaming. Unscripted groans falling from Tom's lips as you tugged on his hair, running your fingers along his scalp. His hands gripped the bottom of your thighs before you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist.
"I still hate you." you breathed against his lips as he kissed the corner of your mouth.
You felt him smirk, "You sure have a funny way of showing it."
He carried you to the bedroom, gently laying you down and climbing on top of you, never breaking the kiss. His hands running down your sides, squeezing and rubbing. Your lips moving in sync until he pulled away only to attach his lips to your jawline, leaving slow but hard kisses down your neck, leading to your collarbone.
"Still hate me?" Tom mumbled against your skin.
You let out a breathy moan, "More than ever."
"What do you hate about me, Patel?" he lifted up the bottom of your black slip.
"E-everything." you fake gasped as he rolled his hips into yours.
He laughed dryly, "Everything, huh? The noises you're making say otherwise."
"You're such a dick." you moaned.
He smirked against your breast, "You're about to take my—"
"—Don't finish that fucking sentence, Sai."
Soft moans fell from your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist again and pulled him closer to you. He groaned against your skin as the cameras picked up every noise, every movement, every kiss. You ran your nails down his back, surely leaving marks in its wake. His grip on your hips was almost punishing, as if he wanted there to be bruises the next day.
"And cut! Great work, guys. Ten minute break and we'll shoot it again."
Tom immediately got off of you and sat to the side of the bed before looking at you with concern, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
You let out a laugh before shaking your head, "No, you didn't hurt me. Dap me up." you held out your hand and he stared confused.
"What you up?" he chuckled.
You smiled before lifting his hand and doing the movements for him, "Just like that." he finally got it down and smiled.
"You Americans are definitely odd." he teased.
You tossed him a wink as an assistant handed you a robe, "See you in ten, Holland."
"And that's the handshake. It's not really a handshake, more of a greeting. I just did it after our first intimate scene because Tom was acting weird and I didn't want things to be awkward." you explained with a shrug as Adrien and Tom laughed.
Tom nodded, "I thought I hurt her! So I asked if I did and all she said was 'dap me up', like, what?" he laughed with you.
"You guys have really great chemistry on and off screen." Adrien complimented making your cheeks heat up.
You nodded, "Thank you. It took a lot of work to break through his industrial ego." you joked with an exhausted sigh as Adrien laughed.
Tom gasped beside you, "I do not have an industrial ego!"
"Mhm, sure." you joked before reaching over and giving Tom's thigh a gentle squeeze, "I meant indestructible."
Tom huffed and crossed his arms, "This is bullying."
Adrien laughed again, "We have to talk about something," he started and you already knew what was coming, "Lots of fans have speculated that the romance on screen carries on off screen." he smirked.
You and Tom laughed nervously. Almost awkwardly.
The situations that you went through with Tom while filming definitely built your relationship with him and strengthened it. In all honesty, you didn't know if the feelings you had for him were reciprocated.
In Tom's head, he was adamant that you had no feelings for him beyond the big screen. Both of you were too timid to confess first. His feelings for you developed a few weeks into filming and since then have only gotten stronger as your friendship grew and you spent more time together.
The amount of times that this topic had been brought up today was tiring. Every answer was the same: "No, no. We're just really good friends."
You decided to joke around, "Honestly, I've asked Tom out at least twenty times and he keeps rejecting me." you pouted and sniffled.
Adrien let out a joyous laugh as Tom gasped and choked on air at your words.
"That is not true! She has never asked me out!" he defended himself.
You shook your head with a deep frown, "He's broken my heart too many times. This is probably my last time acting with him." you continued on with the joke.
Tom shook his head furiously, "That is one hundred percent false. If she had asked me out, we would already be dating." he let the words fall from his lips without a second thought.
You fought the instinct to snap your head towards him. His confession catching you off guard. You played it off with another pout and shrug. Unsure if he was joining in on the prank or not.
Adrien raised a suggestive eyebrow, "What I'm hearing is that Y/N just needs to ask you out and we have our new couple."
You fake gasped, "Why do I have to ask him out? He should be asking me out with a million roses and a horse drawn carriage." you flipped your hair over your shoulder.
"You don't even like roses." Tom laughed, "You like dandelions because they turn into those fluffy things that you can make a wish with." he remembered the information off of the top of his head, "And because it sounds like you're saying 'dandy lions' when you say their name."
You nodded with a smile, "A million dandelions then. And maybe I'll think about it." you joked with a yawn making the two men laugh.
"You heard it here first. We have a new couple on the rise. Tom just needs to find a million dandelions and a horse drawn carriage." Adrien laughed again.
Tom scoffed dramatically, "Find? I already have them in my garage, ready to go."
Adrien cheered as you felt a heat creep up your neck, "Did I say dandelions? I meant daisies."
"Got those, too." Tom smirked making you roll your eyes.
"Okay, we need to end this interview before Tom buys all the flowers in Berlin." you joked.
After the interview ended, you said your goodbyes to Adrien and the crew before you and Tom made your way back to your temporary hotel suite for the week of press junkets.
Tom walked you to your room, stopping at the door, "That was an odd interview." he chuckled.
You nodded, "Indeed. It was fun, though." you smiled and he returned the expression.
There was an awkward beat of silence before he spoke again, "T-that whole asking me out thing. You were kidding, right? Like, just a show for the cameras?" he laughed nervously.
You swallowed air before replying with a timid smile, "Y-yeah. Totally. Just for the fans." you nodded again, "Um, I should head to bed. More interviews tomorrow. See you in the morning." you gave him a little wave before turning to your door and pulling out your key.
He nodded with the smallest of pouts before turning on his heel and starting the walk back to his suite.
Just as your hand was turning the knob, Tom's voice called out to you again.
"Would you like to go on a date with me?" he spoke in one breath.
You bit your lip to conceal your smile, but it was no use. His question sparked a flame in your stomach that wasn't dying out anytime soon.
You turned with a bright grin, "I'd love to."
His features went from pure fright to relief in a matter of seconds, "G-great. I'll- uh, I'll text you the details. Goodnight." he gave you a little salute making you laugh.
"Sounds good. Night, Holland." you nodded your head before entering your hotel room.
You leaned against the door as soon as it shut. A euphoric glow radiating off of you. You were going on a date with Tom Holland.
Tom happily punched the air. Skipping down the hallway, a new found joy in his step. Chris Hemsworth walked out of his room and examined the gleeful boy.
"What's got you all smiley?" he chuckled.
Tom stopped and smiled, staring at the ceiling, "I just got myself a date."
Chris raised an impressed eyebrow before laughing, "You really are Peter Parker. Night, kid."
"Goodnight, Chris." Tom's smile never faded as he made his way back to his suite.
Not even ten minutes had gone by since he last spoke to you and he already missed you. He pulled out his phone and pressed on your contact.
Tom: sorry i didn't have any dandelions. hope you can make an exception x
Y/N: i suppose but the horse drawn carriage is a must x
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➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 2)
pairings: mirio togata, tenya iida, katsuki bakugo, aizawa shota, tomura shigaraki, dabi, hawks, mashirao ojiro, tamaki amajiki
warnings: hinting anxiety/anxiety attacks, reverse comfort, also tamaki’s made me cry so have fun lmao
part one with mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou here!
WHEN YOU COMFORT THEM THE MOMENT THEY BREAK DOWN: MIRIO TOGATA, TENYA IIDA, KATSUKI BAKUGO
MIRIO TOGATA
there was no way that mirio was completely fine after everything that had happened to him
he had lost his quirk, experienced a battle that could result in permanent trauma, and he lost nighteye-- the leader and hero that he had looked up to for so long
but when you told him that it was okay to be strong all the time, mirio had broken
he broke for the first time in what felt like years
“don’t worry a-ahbout me!”
the saddest part about it?
he was smiling through his tears not even a few moments after his grin broke
his lips were trembling, his eyes were red and his entire body was shaking with suppressed sobs, but he had an unwavering smile.
and that... that was heartwrenching to look at.
his smile fell, his body trembled and he let out a strangled sobbut for some reason, this-- none of it had shown a single trace of weakness. it was a way of him to express very human emotions and reactions as everyone else could.
he wasn’t disappointing nighteye in anyway-- more of showing respect by letting it all out to be able to show genuine smiles in public
how come such human emotions were labeled as good or bad?
“i let him down,” mirio gasped, “i let him down, i hurt him, i could have saved him, and-”
“hey, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. it’s just me baby, it’s just me,” you cooed as you wrapped your arms around him. “shhh, it’s just me. you’re okay.”
mirio’s hands trembled as he gripped tight onto you
his chest was getting tighter as he burst into struggled breaths. he was just so... tired.
a million thoughts zipped through his head at once, but he just had to calm the storm for a while in your arms
TENYA IIDA
it was right after the accident in hosu city, and everything, everything had gone wrong
even though he didn’t show it at first, he felt used as an advertisement for hatsume, and then losing in a battle with todoroki and felt like he was thriving on dumb luck
he just wanted to make his brother proud, that was-
-if he could, anymore.
he felt so weak for letting himself feel this way, his head racing and chest heaving as he struggled to breathe
letting your guard down will just make things worse. tensei wouldn’t want this.
tenya’s body visibly trembled as he let out a shaky breath in his dorm room, thinking everything over in the darkness
“iida?” you asked, knocking on the door.
immediately, his demeanor changed as he shifted over to a braver face.
“hello, y/n!”
just breathe. they’ll be gone sooner or later. breathe.
“why are you up this late at night?” he asked.
“i was just checking in on you, but i should be asking you the same question, sonic boy,” you grinned, until you noticed his hands trembling.
and for some reason, that hurt you. his face was.. so put together with a brave smile, confident eyes, and his head held up high and posture straight and firm
but when you saw his hands trembling and an odd shifting in his chest, you knew something was up
“are you okay?” you tested the words.
tenya tried. he tried so, so hard to smile and affirm with a confident, “yes!”
but he couldn’t.
“i-i’m not- i’m not sure-,” his voice broke into a whisper.
“i don’t know.”
you melted into a hug next to him as you took a seat. “hey, you can tell me anything, okay? it’s okay not to have your guard up all the time, it’s not weak to show emotion. just- if you want, can you tell me what’s been going on?”
tenya took a shaky breath and pushed up his glasses. “of course, thank you for asking, i will.”
KATSUKI BAKUGO
after his fight with deku, all of the willpower left in him to hold himself together disappeared
katsuki had been exhausted after a long day of fighting, not just physically, but emotionally
he had tried to keep his head high for as long as he could, but the moment he went to his dorm room, he just... broke.
angry tears released and he choked out heavy, strangled sobs as he pounded his fist to the ground in frustration
katsuki cursed towards whoever was there, until he found you standing behind him
he was too tired to argue.
“the fuck are you doing here,” he grumbled.
“is something wrong, 'suki?” you whispered. “i was just coming by to drop off your water bottle, you left it during hero training,” you examined his face. “are you- are you okay?”
he loved you, he really did-- but today just wasn’t a good day. “mn-no,” he managed to say.
his chest was heaving and his eyes seemed to be searching the room, as if looking for an exit.
you noticed the dark circles around his eyes and the way his lips trembled. had he been crying?
you slowly cupped his face in your hands, noses touching as you two shared breaths, inhaling and exhaling together
katsuki was too tired to pull away.
he felt so weak.
you could hear katsuki’s breath shaking but slowly dying in volume as he held him tighter
“hey,” you said softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “you’re gonna be okay ‘suki. you’re gonna be okay.”
they’re pitying me.
“this?” you said, holding his bruised hand up and motioning towards his trembling figure. “this isn’t weak.” you said, as if reading his mind. “this is strong. this is brave. being emotionally vulnerable is one of the most courageous things anyone can ever do, and you are so much more than that, m’kay?”
he nodded in response. even though he didn’t express it that well, he thought of it
WHEN YOU PROMISE TO STAY: TOMURA SHIGARAKI, HAWKS, DABI
DABI
everyone shut up i love him
all that he’s ever wanted and asked for in life was for someone to notice him for who he genuinely was, to be free to do whatever he pleased
it was late at night and you two were outside, the moon illuminating in the darkness as you slid against the wall of the city in the back of the building
“anything interesting happen?” you asked, staring up into the moon
the night was young and it had been a rough, terrible day at work for both of you, even though you had separate jobs and shfits-- the only thing that pushed you forward everyday was being able to meet with dabi right after, at exatly 11pm.
sure, you did it every day, and it shouldn’t have been that impactful-- but for some reason, somehow, everything about talking to him was so... exhilerating.
he didn’t reply.
“uhhm,” you shuffled nervously toward him. “dabi, you good?”
he let out a shaky exhale, which was odd.
hold the phone.
no, really, someone hold the phone because it was ringing
“oh, sorry, one sec,” you rushed, hurrying to answer. it was one of your co-workers. “hello!”
“uhuh. yeah. oh, cool... got it, mhm, be right ther-”
you noticed how dabi’s body language immediately changed as he turned around and crossed his arms gently over his chest and stared into the sky.
this really, really wasn’t like him.
something had to be wrong.
“uhm, on second thought,” you said. “does tomorrow at... noon work for you? i have plans. yeah. mhm, sorry not tonight. yep, bye!”
dabi’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t look at you. “who was that?”
“one of my coworker buddies or whatever. they wanted to have a drink with me, but i said no.”
“why’d you say no?” he deadpanned.
“uhhhm, well, you certainly don’t seem very... how should i say this, at your fullest?”
“but why?” dabi said. “you meet with me every day, and going with your friends is probably a lot easier than this. what’s so different about it..?”
you thought carefully as you shrugged casually, gently leaning your head against his shoulder. “if one of my closest pals were down, i couldn’t just... leave them like that. and even though i know you won’t tell me what’s wrong, i just.. i just don’t want you to feel alone, you know? like everyone in your life has left? and i- i don’t want to do that to you.”
even though dabi stayed relatively quiet for the rest of the night,
just know that was the day he fell in love with you.
SHIGARAKI
nightmares were the worst.
for the record, he didn’t get them often, but when he did, and actually reacted to it... they ended up terrible
he gasped, grasping at the air for his mother’s embrace only to be met with nothingness
he clawed at his skin as his breath hitched, trying to control himself
“tomura?” you asked. “...are- are you okay?”
“get away from me,” he trembled. “i’m a... i’m a monster.”
you furrowed your eyebrows in concern. “hey, hey, c’mon. what’s going on-”
“leave me alone.”
his sudden change in tone made you jump as you stepped back and you watched his figure tremble.
“shigaraki.”
“if something’s wrong, don’t sugarcoat it. if something’s wrong, please, for the love of the world, tell me, okay? i just- i just want to see you... maybe..”
“what?” shigaraki deadpanned. “happy? satisfied? content? joyful? you people all want the same thing.”
“hopeful.”
shigaraki looked up.
“i want to see you hopeful, m’kay? so just... please. you don’t need to tell me word-for-word, but-- if you need something, i’m here.”
he was not going to cry. nuhuh. no way. no way was he going to start crying.
you wrapped your arms around him before he cautiously hugged back, letting himself slowly melt into your embrace, his satin gloves against your clothes
“hey. i promise you, i’m never going to be leaving. no matter how much you mess up, no matter how terrible you may feel-- you mean the world to me. please hold on just a little longer.”
HAWKS
it wasn’t supposed to happen until later, when he was actually able to get home and prepare himself for anxious feeling in his stomach to finally settle
but noooo, his mental state really just said yolo
so here he was, reliving his entire childhood with memories that he’d pushed down for so long, about to snap in a matter of seconds
“keigo~!”
your familiar voice rang through his head.
he just wanted to be held by you.
the most beautiful part about being with hawks his that he genuinely didn’t care about his pride around you. he wasn’t insecure of what you thought of him. he didn’t freak out or try to act like he was fine when you were with him, because... why would he need to?
so instead of putting on a brave face and getting scared of your voice as if being anxious was a crime, he melted into it.
“hey angel, i got you some food at the-”
“y/...y/n,” his breath hitched. your voice, that you often said you were insecure about-- was his safe haven. he felt safe when he heard your voice and let himself crumple. he didn’t have to worry about putting his walls up, because it was just you.
beautiful, loving, kind you.
his love was something special that he gave to no one else.
“k-keigo!”
even though you were far from him, your bags in hand and everything, you immediately dropped them and ran to your boyfriend
“hey, hey, baby, what’s going on?”
he stood directly in front of you, his head down and not saying a word.
you let your breathing sync with his as you reached out to hold his hand, when he threw his arms around you before his trembling body was held in your embrace
“-hey,” you said, shocked by the sudden embrace, before you hugged back, slowly, rocking him back and forth. “you’re going to be okay.”
“you don’t have to tell me anything, just-- focus on me,”
“i’m never leaving you, okay? no matter what you do, you’re still going to be my hero.”
and hawks decided on that day that out of anything else in the world, you meant the most to him.
WHEN YOU TELL THEM THAT THEY MATTER: TAMAKI AMAJIKI, MASHIRAO OJIRO, SHOTA AIZAWA
TAMAKI AMAJIKI
useless. useless. useless.
why wouldn’t his stupid quirk activate before? why couldn’t he be more optimistic? why was he always thinking about something else? why couldn’t he ever stay positive and cheery like everyone else?
how was everyone else so strong?
but laying in a hospital bed, in complete silence and vulnerability...
that scared him.
tamaki blinked back the sudden tears that prickled against his eyes-- nuhuh, no way was he about to cry when so many other people had it worse, no way he was going to break down when nighteye was dead, he was not about to cry if mirio could be strong and so many other people had it worse, and-
“tamaki, snap out if it!”
your cold hands cupped his face, as you stared him directly in the eyes. “what are you doing?”
tamaki jumped back at your sudden question. but for some reason, the way you said it wasn’t angrily, more like... a statement? a question? as if you were asking are you okay?
tamaki shook his head. “i don’t... i don’t kn-know..”
get away, get away, get away.
your hands brushed back a hair from his face as you crouched down in front of him, your hands still helping him cool down. they rested gently on his scalp and along his face as you felt his breathing grow uneasy.
“listen,” you began slowly. “i’m not saying you need to tell me what’s going on, but... i just- i have a feeling that you’re not doing okay. and i know that because no one was ever really there for me back then, so if you want to say anything--”
“--i’m here for you.”
tamaki crumpled then as he let the tears fall.
his entire mask shattered as his breath hitched, trying to hold back the sobs but only came out as strangled breaths.
“hey, hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.”
you held up his chin and rocked him back and forth, slowly. “just because other people seem to be going through bigger things doesn’t mean that you should invalidate your problems. if something’s hurting you, that’s enough of a problem to take care of it.”
tamaki began to shake as he suddenly clutched onto you, his body trembling as he nodded.
what would mirio, nejire, nighteye, fatgum-- what would they think of him now?
“whatever is going around in your head right now will all quiet soon, i promise you, ‘mkay?”
“it’s okay. it’s okay. you’re okay.”
AIZAWA SHOTA
“you didn’t eat,” you said, staring at the takeout that was left in its packaging.
you heard shota mumble under his sleeping bag. “i’ll eat after.”
“after what?” you said back from the kitchen.
you weren’t exactly mad at him, you could say-- it was more of disappointment, maybe? concern? he had always been so concerned about his students that he forgot to take care of himself-- no wonder why he was so angry lately.
(and no, it wasn’t his resting face, he was genuinely burnt-out the last couple of days and it wasn’t getting better.)
“shota, come on,” you said softly. “or else i’m taking your sleeping bag away from you.”
aizawa’s head emerged from the bag, the light from the laptop giving a lovely display of his eyebags. “oh?”
he smirked, even though he seemed so drained.
“yes,” you said, pointing your nose up in the air and crossing your arms. “and you better go eat before i take it away.”
aizawa raised an eyebrow, but obliged.
you watched him eat, but he kept his laptop on the table the whole time.
he was looking through the profiles of all his students, and that was-- insane
despite how much had happened to him, he always thought of someone else first, putting everyone else above him.
“you’re going to overwork yourself,” you finally said.
“amazing,” aizawa sighed back. “had no clue.”
“oh, c’mon,” you egged. “you matter too, ya know.”
you noticed how tense his shoulders were, how his gaze was fixated to the screen and the way his veins were protruding from lack of sleep, and how red his eyes were.
sure, most of the time, this was normal-- but you just had this gut feeling that something was wrong.
“i suppose you’re not wrong,” aizawa ventured. “but sometimes, you realize that students make up most of the world. i want them to grow..”
his gaze on the screen broke.
“and for them to know a world of love and kindess, not-- whatever this is.”
you looked at him before wrapping your arms around him and kissing his forehead. “but they have a teacher who works so hard already, and you-- you deserve a break. you’re always working so hard, and you have to remember that you matter, too, okay?”
you smiled sadly. “i need to go to work, but please finish the takeout for me, hmm?”
he never told you this, of course-- but yeah, he thought of your voice every time he wanted to take a break. he never forgot the words you said.
MASHIRAO OJIRO
being forgotten was something that came way too easily for him.
everyone in class 1a was so good at everything-- they all either had good looks, a nice voice, talents, a cool quirk, technique, charisma, and he?
ojiro felt like he didn’t have anything.
but what did it matter, right? being the forgotten one was fine to him, at least. he was able to take time for himself.
...kind of.
he was heading back from ua into the dorms, walking alone when he realized it started to rain.
picking up his bags, he ran, putting them under his shoulders so that they didn’t get wet-- it wasn’t a long walk, but it was a lot to have to run back and make sure everything stayed dry
“wait!”
ojiro turned around to find you, carrying your backpack in the air and waving your arms. “slow-” you panted, “down! god, where’d all the rain come from??”
he chuckled slightly, until he noticed your bag getting soaked, and before he knew it, ojiro called you over and said he could carry your bag
“are you sure?” you asked, in-between breaths. “i doubt you can carry both-”
ojiro laughed and waved his tail like a hand. “i can carry it.”
your face lit up. “thanks! okay, now let’s run back, c’mon.”
you two ran as fast as you could, trying not to slip as the rain began to pour even harder against your backs.
but when you opened the doors to the dorms and your bag was completely dry, ojiro smiled.
(also y’all he’s an underrated king DO Y’ALL KNOW HOW PRECIOUS HIS SMILE IS?? PLS-)
“thanks,” you grinned. “your quirk is actually really cool. not just for keeping stuff dry, but uh, thanks. i appreciate it.”
something inside of him made his heart swell.
“really?” ojiro asked. “do you really- is that true?”
he didn’t want to get his hopes up too quickly, but the way you nodded proudly and affirmed it was something he could never forget.
“yeah!” you said. “just because you’re not flashy as other people doesn’t mean that you’re a plain, boring person, you know that? you’re actually really cool!”
“huh. thanks,” he noted-- and don’t worry, he walked back into his dorm room with a grin on his face the whole time.
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Pride & Prejudice x F4
OMG. Not my favourite couples mash up. Here we goooo:
Thyme X Darcy
Rich boi complex, starved of maternal affection. Umm. So we all know that Darcy was raised by his aunt and that Thyme was raised by the house keepers, so they probably can cry on each other’s shoulders when they enter the group therapy. I would love to see them discuss trauma while Gorya and Lizzie wait for them in the nearby coffee shop and swap proposal horror stores. Liz, you know he abducted me? OMG! Tell me. *sips tea*
Tailed by stalkers in Darcy’s case she was a friends sister, so not as disgusting as Hana, but for my purposes I am saying this tallies. I mean Hana is a special case, but that sis of Darcy’s bestie was another level of mean. Why does every man need an obsessed bitch tracking him like Elon Musk is about to track us with his chip implant, I failed to comprehend. Jane, you made every romance triangle a quadrant and I love you for it.
Insult my heroine before / during a confession. Ha. I cackled when Darcy rapped about how terrible Lizzie’s family, background and what not was and then he was like, yeah but scratch that, because I most ardently love you. The fuck? You can't just insult my girl’s lifestyle and be like never mind it’s cool. I want in on that mess. kjshsahjk. Compare to Thyme who literally said Gorya looked like a tramp and was black and blue with bruises (all your fault Thyme) but like ummm can't believe you made me fall so hard. Bitches. That is highly toxic. Thank fxck my ladies have sense and do not fall into those traps that those bois weave.
Have minimal awareness of emotions beyond misery until they encounter Gorya / Lizzie. Yeah no explanation needed. They are the prototype of aloof emotionally frozen degenerate. Pretty sure all my exes studied Darcy and decided to pause never grow past the point of Darcy being a little whiney bitch about everything. Ugh. Dancing. How dreary. It’s not Darcy you are just miserable.
Love the girl before she realises her own feelings.
Won't take no for answer: case in point Mr Darcy was sure she would not refuse. Thyme: finds creative ways how to break every boundary known to man.
Gorya x Lizzie
Are outspoken, with chaotic loving families that ends up causing more harm than good. Only difference being Gorya not shy of resorting to physical violence, but then pretty sure Austin would have written her character with few more punches if the evil editors allowed her to slap Mr Darcy after his confession. Trust me I that's how she wrote it in her first draft.
Not in the market for a hubby / boyfie until Wickham / Ren appears. Remember when Wickham was wagging his tail at Lizzie’s skirts? Yeah. Then we have Ren using her as a pass time, while he discusses his actual crush. What a selfish bastardo. They can both be condemned because they play with my girls feelings and bread crumb their affection. Fuck that shit.
Despise Darcy / Thyme for being proud spoiled mother trucker. LOL, because at least Darcy didn't bully everyone, but I bet he was a nightmare mood spoiler and a complete drain on any society with his gloomy nature and refusing to dance. FFS. As for Thyme, he's probably quite introverted too, so not much of a party animal more of a sappy drunk who gets spiked and abducted. They share that rich boi im better than you aura.
Have a family member that causes them heartache. Lizzie: sister who marries her first crush. Gorya: dad in debt, which causes her to become a part time play boi bunny for a night. Both of which cause much concern to Darcy and Thyme, but also end up giving them reason to fight our heroine’s case.
#I was going to add some photos but Tumblr crashes each time I do that so ...#thyme x gorya#pride prejudice#mash up#Jane is the template#f4#f4 thailand#f4 boys over flowers
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manager pt. 5
hello all! as always thank you for your love on this story. i hope you like this new chapter! leave me a comment, i love reading your thirsty thoughts! also i recently remembered that shiratorizawa is a dorm school lol, so from now on i will write it as such oopsie. also!! i got all official and made a banner for this series, im so official!
Fem Reader X Tendou Satori & Fem Reader x Ushijima Wakatoshi
CW: blowjob, angst, jealous themes, manipulative reader, language, implied sex, spit kink
WC: 2.6k
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5
Clingy. That was the word you would use to describe Tendou as of late. During school he was walking with you in the hallways, during practice he was standing next to you, after practice he was walking you to your room. It wasn’t necessarily annoying, just strange. His change in behavior was sudden and unprompted, at least in your mind.
You had been the Shiratorizawa volleyball club manager for about a month now and your outlook had changed drastically. What used to feel awkward was now second nature. You used to flinch at what now was commonplace. Being “used” wasn’t what it used to be. Now it was something you looked forward to at the end of practice and you had actually become...dare you say it...friends with these guys. Friends with extreme benefits that is.
But still, Tendou was different. You’d catch him staring at you in a way that was different from the other guys. You’d catch him staring as Ushijima would carry you out of the gym on his back and straight to the locker room. He’d have a look that you used to not be able to identify in his eyes, you knew now it was jealousy. It was the same look that you’d found on Ushijima’s face about a month ago.
From Tendou’s perspective, it seemed as though Ushijima was hogging you, whisking you away after practice day in and day out. You would always walk out of the locker room with wet hair and another one of Ushijima’s shirts on. It was infuriating and just wasn’t fair. Tendou had barely been able to talk to you recently, hence his rather clingy behavior. But you were in heaven. You were in Ushijima’s presence daily and were able to care for him how he deserved. However, he had made it very clear that you were not his girlfriend as he didn’t have the time for such a commitment. Another price you were willing to pay.
_____
Another grueling practice ended a little bit later than usual, you noted the dark sky through the windows towards the top of the gym walls. You were working on a bit of homework when the final whistle was blown signifying the official end of practice. You stood up and began packing up your bag as the team approached the bench for a meeting. Tendou was the first to arrive by the bench, coming up behind you for a hug, wrapping his arms around your upper stomach and resting his chin on your head. His chest felt hot and sweaty against your back, instantly raising your body temperature. You giggled, knowing exactly which sweaty athlete this was. You and Tendou had become quite close, despite spending less time with him sexually, at least, during the last month. It seemed as though you were never really alone anymore and Tendou was always around you. It was nice, he had become a great friend to you. The two of you were always flirting back and forth and unlike Ushijima, it seemed as though Tendou really cared about you, both emotionally and physically. He always made sure you came before him and that you were alright after one of your umm...managerial obligations, whereas Ushijima didn’t care if you came at all. Long story short, you always enjoyed the time you spent with Tendou.
A few words were said per the usual by the captain and practice was dismissed. Tendou, still holding onto you from behind, moved his hand further down to your lower stomach, began rubbing gently, and craned his neck down to whisper in your ear, “ya wanna get outta here?”. You could hear the smirk behind his words as his hot breath blew against your ear.
“Mhm”, you murmured eagerly, missing your time with Tendou.
“Good”, he hummed in response, “because there’s something I’d like to give ya,” He accentuated his dirty talk by moving his hand even lower, “right here.” To say you had butterflies was an understatement. It was crazy what a couple of words could reduce you to, but here you were.
You walked back over to the bench to pick up your bag, but was intercepted by Ushijima who had a proposition.
“Come back with me to my room”, he offered, stepping close enough to make you crane your neck up. You looked behind you at Tendou, he was laughing with Semi, unaware that you were about to ruin his night. It’s not that you didn’t want to fuck Tendou, you did, very much actually. That’s just how whipped you are for Ushijima.
“But I already told Tendou that I’d-”, you started.
“Go make up some excuse and then wait for me outside of the locker room.” he interrupted while he started for the gym doors. Ushijima was hardly in the mood to share you tonight, or ever really. You watched him leave while standing and staring, awkwardly contemplating what to say to Tendou. You mustered up the courage to walk over to him, smiling and saying goodnight to Semi as you passed him on his way out.
“Hey, umm, I just remembered that I’ve got a ton of homework that’s due tomorrow and I just think I should probably-”
“What did Ushijima just say to you?” he caught you off guard with his question, although you should have been expecting it.
“Nothing, I just have a lot of homework.” you quickly replied.
Tendou rolled his eyes, “Come on, we’re closer than that, you don’t have to lie to me.” His hands were placed on his hips in an annoyed fashion.
You remained silent, thinking of anything you could say to ease the tension.
“Ok, I’ll say something then. Are you dating Ushijima or something?”
You shook your head.
“Ok...so then last I checked you were still the team manager, would that be correct? Meaning you’re not just Ushijima’s to play with? Cuz there are other guys on the team that are stressed out too, if that’s what we’re even calling it anymore.”
You blushed at this choice of words. “You don’t understand, I-” you started again.
“I think I do understand actually. And just so you know, he’s never going to give you what you want. You think you’re the first girl to fall for him?” He scoffed. “I mean, fuck,” he ran his taped up fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. “It just gets old, ya know?” Tendou looked so hurt and angry. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it promptly and turned on his heel to leave. You reached to grab his arm before he could slip out of your grasp.
“Wait, Tendou...please.” you whispered into his sleeve, despite being the only two left in the vast gymnasium. “I don’t want things to be like this either. You,” you paused to collect your thoughts. “You’re my friend and I love all the time that we get to spend together. I always have the best time with you. But I can’t help liking Ushijima. So please don’t be mad at me,” you prayed into his arm, still gripping at his sleeve.
He finally turned around to face you, taking a deep inhale, he looked down into your wide, pleading eyes while exhaling through his nose.
“Fuck, don’t look at me like that.” he looked away from you.
“Look at you, how?” You prodded, widening your eyes and moving closer to him.
“You know exactly how.” he smirked, bringing his hands to rest at your sides, lightly rubbing his thumbs in soothing circular motions. Beginning at the bottom of his abdomen you begin running your hands up his stomach, to his chest, shoulders, and finally around his neck. Standing on your tippy toes you pull him down to your level.
“Can I tell you a secret?” you breathed in his ear.
“Please,” he replied, his hands making their way down to your ass.
“You’re the one that I think about. It’s your hands that I imagine are touching me when I’m touching myself. You always make me feel so good, Tendou.”
“Ughh why are you doing this to me?” He whined, tipping his head back. It was then that you noticed the prominent tent in his pants, poking you in the stomach.
You’d never seen Tendou so flustered in the short time that you’d known him. He was usually the one making you flustered, not the other way around. It was a nice change of pace. It was also refreshing to know you had a kind of power over him, the kind to make him lose his mind.
“You sure you can’t bail on him?” He asked, hope gleaming in his red eyes. It made you pause to think about your options, a wicked idea popped into your head.
“Come wait with me?” you began pulling his arm towards the gym doors. He looked confused, but followed you anyway. Maybe you needed to give Ushijima a little push, it’s only a bonus that you get to makeout with Tendou too.
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The concrete bricks felt cold against the backs of your legs as Tendou shoved you against the locker room corridor hallway, the entrance to the room just around the corner. One of his hands cradled the back of your head, protecting it from the hard brick while the other pressed bruises into your waist. His chapped lips scraped against yours in a heated kiss, tongues fighting for dominance, his eventually winning as you whined into his mouth. He broke the kiss to stroke his own ego, his hands trailing down your sides to play with the waistband of your shorts.
“So you really think about my hands touching you when you play with that cute little cunt?”
“Please Tendou”, you moaned in response.
“I think you’ve had enough attention for today, fucking teasing me for the last fifteen minutes. Hell, the last couple weeks actually. You fucking rile me up just to go fuck some other dude. You like being a little slut? Hmm?”
You were at a loss for words. As much as his words were turning you on, you knew there was some truth behind them. He was onto your antics and done with them.
“You think I don’t know why we’re making out right by the locker rooms? Are you trying to make Ushijima feel like he’s missing out or something? Being all cute with me to show him how good of a girlfriend you’d be? Well fuck that shit. Get on your knees slut.”
He removed his hand from your waistband and brought them to your shoulders guiding you down to your knees. You couldn’t even rest on your calves, you had to stand up as tall as you could on your knees to be eye level with the imprint in his shorts.
“Fuck, it doesn’t take much, does it?” He scoffed as he pulled his shorts down to reveal his hard, heavy cock.
“Aw you didn’t think we’d take it this far, didja? Better make this quick if you don’t want your boyfriend to catch us!” Tendou tilted his head to the side, a smirk plastered on his face while he caressed the top of your head.
You opened your mouth to lap up the precum on his tip, swirling your tongue along the soft skin on the head of his cock.
“Nah, I don’t feel like being teased anymore today.” Tendou spoke as he readjusted his grip on your head, scooting you back until you were trapped between the painted brick wall and his body. You didn’t have a moment to adjust before his cock was plugging up your throat, making you gag around him. The pace started brutally, shoving in and out of your mouth. It was all you could do to keep up, running your tongue against the engorged vein on the underside of his cock. He never eased up until you tapped his thigh signifying you had enough.
“Too much?” he condescended. You looked back up at him with watery eyes, swallowing as many breaths as you could before it all started over again.
“This would have been much nicer for both of us if you hadn’t ditched me, I would’ve made you feel so good, baby.” He paused to take in your appearance, you looked so pretty like this. Your hair was a mess, eyes watery, lips so fucking swollen, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth, your chest heaving, and he had a great view down your shirt. Is this what his captain got to see everyday? The thought filled him with rage. If he had known he’d come to feel this way about you, he would’ve just asked you out, not asked you to be the manager. Ushijima wouldn’t have ever noticed you had it not been for him! Fuck, that’s annoying.
“Ya ready for a little more?”
You smiled at him through bated breaths, nodding your head. Things hadn’t gone exactly to plan, but you were still having a good time. You opened your mouth, closed your eyes, and stuck out your tongue, ready for whatever he had to give you. Tendou bent down into a squat until his mouth hovered just above yours. You felt something warm and sticky hit your tongue, you opened your eyes only to find a thin line of spit connecting Tendou’s lips with the liquid pooling in your mouth. Did he just spit in your mouth? Before you could say anything he was back on his feet, cock in his hand, rolling it in the spit laying on your tongue. He inched his way back into your throat, watching your eyes water with every thrust of his hips.
“Fuck you’re gonnna make me cum if you keep looking at me like that.” He continued thrusting, your throat convulsing around his cock.
“You’re gonna leave here with a tummy full of cum, ok sweetie?” His breaths and thrusts were becoming stuttered, he was close.
“You’re gonna fuck Ushijima with my cum swirling around in your stomach.” He whimpered, talking himself into an orgasm. With his hips giving one final thrust, you felt the back of your throat flood with cum. Tendou held his hips flush to your mouth for a few seconds, emptying himself completely into your stomach. He hissed as he pulled your head off of his now oversensitive cock.
“Lemme see.” he sighed. You stuck out your tongue, displaying your empty mouth to him.
“Mmm good girl.” He offered you his hand to help you up off of your knees. He tucked himself back into his pants as the locker room door creaked open.
“That’s my queue!” Tendou pulled you in for one final kiss, moaning as the taste of his cum hit his tongue. And with that, he shrugged his backpack onto his shoulders and took off walking down the hallway.
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You walked face first into a warm chest when you rounded the corner leading to the locker room door, looking for Ushijima. Looks like you had found him. His hair was still damp from the shower, his body was warm and humid through his clothes.
“Are you ready to go?” He asked.
“Yea-” you cleared your throat. “Yeah!” That’s better. Your voice was horse and your throat was sore.
Ushijima noted your appearance. Your hair was messy and your makeup was smudged. Your lips were bright red and your chin was glistening. He took your hand in his to begin the quiet walk to his dorm room. He heard footsteps in the opposite direction, only to turn around to see Tendou walking away from the two of you, a slight pep in his step and unknownst to Ushijima a smug look on his face.
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Tattoo
Jiang Cheng decides to get his first tattoo the night he resolves to move out.
There has been a huge fight—yet again—where his father was more concerned with talking about Wei Wuxian, who wasn’t even part of this fight, and where his mother listed every single inadequacy Jiang Cheng apparently had.
And it’s enough.
He’s tired of feeling like shit in his own home and he’s tired of being made to feel like shit and he wants a change.
Which is going to start with him getting a tattoo.
His parents hate tattoos—one of the few things they can agree upon—and Jiang Cheng feels a little thrill going down his back just thinking about getting one.
But soon thinking about it turns into actively imagining, then into planning, and all of a sudden he finds himself in front of a tattoo studio.
Jiang Cheng doesn’t go in that first day; he simply can’t bring himself to. But then he spends another evening in the icy company of his parents, who are no longer speaking to him in the misguided attempt to make him apologize and Jiang Cheng decides that this is it.
He’ll get that tattoo and then he’ll get out of here.
Jiang Cheng goes back to the tattoo studio the next day, and this time he also enters. It’s not at all what he expected to look like, but he scolds himself for even thinking that. Clearly his parents and all their prejudices are way too prevalent in his life if he expected dirty corners and suspicious people everywhere.
What he sees are clean counters, tasteful pics of tattoos and not much else.
Until the most beautiful human being Jiang Cheng has ever seen steps out of a room.
“Hi, there,” the man says and Jiang Cheng does not swoon on the spot. “Do you have an appointment?”
Jiang Cheng slightly shakes his head to clear it and then he squares up.
“No, I don’t. I’d like to make one, though.”
“Alright. Sit for a moment,” the man says, pointing at a couch and then vanishing again.
Jiang Cheng does sit down, unbearably nervous now that he made that very first step and he wrings his hands in his lap. He’s so lost in his own head that he doesn’t even notice when the guy comes back.
“First time?” the guy asks as he puts a glass of water down in front of Jiang Cheng, who nods and gratefully takes the glass to take a sip.
“Yeah. That obvious?” he asks with a small smile and the guy shrugs.
“You get an eye for it, after a while. Nie Mingjue,” he then introduces himself and Jiang Cheng puts the glass back down so that he doesn’t notice how much his hands shake.
“Jiang Cheng.”
“Alright, Jiang Cheng, what do you want?” Nie Mingjue asks, a sketchbook making an appearance and Jiang Cheng swallows heavily.
“Just something small,” Jiang Cheng whispers. “Something I can hide away.”
At that Nie Mingjue pauses.
“I don’t make tattoos that have to be hidden away,” he cautiously says, already closing the sketchbook again.
“Yeah, well, I’m not asking for your opinion here,” Jiang Cheng snaps back before he clenches his jaw and scrubs a hand over his face. “I apologize,” he tacks on, much more quietly, as he gets up. “I’ll get out of your hair.”
“Wait,” Nie Mingjue says, sighing himself. “That was unprofessional of me. I just think—this is art, you know. Something you chose for yourself, something you should be proud of. That’s just usually how this goes. But if it’s private, then that’s perfectly fine. I didn’t mean to be an ass.”
Jiang Cheng slowly sinks back down into the couch at those words and Nie Mingjue opens his sketchbook again.
“Alright,” he slowly says. “I want three little dog paw prints on my hip.”
He didn’t give this too much thought, honestly, but it feels right. It’s been years since he had to give his dogs away for Wei Wuxian’s sake and while he’s not mad at Wei Wuxian for that, he does resent his parents for it.
They were just puppies. There was a chance for Wei Wuxian to get acquainted with dogs that didn’t mean him harm. They could have given them to someone close by, so that Jiang Cheng could have gone there to see them every now and then.
But they didn’t do any of these things and just took the only friends away from Jiang Cheng he had at that time.
He is still resentful about that.
“Like this?” Nie Mingjue asks and shows him the sketch he quickly did.
It’s really just those three paw prints, nothing fancy about it, and Jiang Cheng thinks it’s perfect.
“Yes,” he breathes out and he can’t wait for them to be on his skin.
“This will be quick and I have time now, if you want,” Nie Mingjue offers him and that makes Jiang Cheng freeze.
He did not expect this to happen so soon, but after a moment he finds that it’s the only thing he wants.
“Yes,” he decisively says and Nie Mingjue smiles at him.
Jiang Cheng did not need to know that he has dimples.
“Good,” he nods, before he falls into what Jiang Cheng suspects to be the customary first client talk.
Jiang Cheng does his best to listen and nod at the right moments, but he is distracted by Nie Mingjue and the way he talks and moves and sounds.
In the end Nie Mingjue still seems to be satisfied, because he leads Jiang Cheng towards one of the back rooms where he asks him to take his pants off.
Jiang Cheng freezes again because he did not quite make that connection yet, but of course he’d have to at least take of his pants for this. He sheds them quickly, not looking at Nie Mingjue and reminding himself that he must see this several times a day and that surely Jiang Cheng is nothing special.
He barely realizes that his hands are shaking.
“Are you okay?” Nie Mingjue lowly asks him, clearly picking up on Jiang Cheng’s nerves and Jiang Cheng doesn’t know what to answer him.
In the end, the truth comes spilling out.
“No,” he admits. “My parents are going to disown me for this, should they ever find out. I mean they are going to disown me either way once I move out, but—yeah,” he finishes awkwardly once he realizes that he’s rambling because Nie Mingjue absolutely did not sign up to hear about Jiang Cheng’s fucked up life.
“Are you safe at home?” Nie Mingjue asks and Jiang Cheng catches him quickly checking him over as if he’s looking for bruises.
“Physically yes,” Jiang Cheng gives back as his eyes start to burn. “Emotionally not so much,” he adds in a whisper, admitting to this for the first time out loud, and he sways into Nie Mingjue when he clasps his shoulder.
“But you’re taking steps,” he says and it’s not a question.
“I’m taking steps,” Jiang Cheng agrees and finally gets on the cot, ready to get this first rebellious step done.
“Good,” Nie Mingjue says, clearly still worried, but also satisfied and when he starts the tattoo gun they don’t talk much more.
~*~*~
Jiang Cheng is struggling. He feels isolated and lonely and like his parents scathing silence is going to suffocate him one of these days, even after he moved out, and there’s only one thing Jiang Cheng can think of doing.
He finds himself back at Nie Mingjue’s tattoo studio.
“Back so soon,” Nie Mingjue greets him with and Jiang Cheng realizes that it has only been three months since he got the paw prints.
It feels like so much longer, with everything that happened.
“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng awkwardly says and sinks down in the couch again. “I want something bigger.”
“Something you can’t hide,” Nie Mingjue replies, even as he sits down with his sketchbook. “How is that situation going?”
“I moved out. I’m not talking to my parents. But—” he trails off, unsure if he should really just unload all of his bullshit on this stranger.
“But there’s a lot of shit to unlearn and figure out for yourself, especially if this has been going on for a while,” Nie Mingjue says with an understanding nod and when Jiang Cheng stares at him, Nie Mingjue shrugs awkwardly.
“My brother has an interest in psychology and he loves using me as his sounding board. It only got worse when he took up some classes at university.”
“Ah, I see,” Jiang Cheng says and then sighs. “I’m deciding if it’s worth going to see someone,” he then admits lowly and cringes immediately afterwards. “I’m sorry, this is not what I’m here for and it’s absolutely not your job to listen to me.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised how many people see this as a therapy session,” Nie Mingjue gives back, and while Jiang Cheng would usually recoil at that, it doesn’t sound judging.
“But I’m here for this,” Jiang Cheng says and puts a slip of paper on the table.
He’s by no means an artist, but he has always enjoyed doodling and he’s perfectly capable of designing his own tattoo, especially when he gives it more than just a few days thought.
“That is bigger,” Nie Mingjue says with a raised eyebrow as he picks the paper up. “Much more difficult to hide.”
“No more hiding,” Jiang Cheng resolutely says. “I want it to curl around my arm, the head on the back of my hand.”
“Really big then. From shoulder to hand?”
“Yes.”
“Mh,” Nie Mingjue hums as he starts to sketch something.
When he turns the sketchbook to Jiang Cheng it’s still the snake and nothing fundamentally has changed, but it still looks better than the basic design Jiang Cheng came up with.
He itches with the need to get this on his arm.
“Yes,” he breathes out, reaching out to brush his hand over the sketch. “Please.”
“You’ll need an appointment for this one,” Nie Mingjue says as he gets up to schedule Jiang Cheng in.
It takes Nie Mingjue three sessions to get the snake done and Jiang Cheng loves it more than he thought possible.
~*~*~
Jiang Cheng takes his time for the third tattoo. He takes his time to get used to living alone, takes his time to figure out if he really wants to go for a business degree and most importantly, he takes his time to get back together with his siblings.
They didn’t quite fall out when Jiang Cheng moved out, but he kept his distance for a while and now he doesn’t.
Now he welcomes them into his home and his new life and he sits Wei Wuxian down to have a real talk; one where he doesn’t allow Wei Wuxian to laugh everything away—either his own pain or Jiang Cheng’s—and afterwards they feel like family again.
Jiang Cheng briefly debates if he wants to do the same with his parents, but he finds that he couldn’t care less.
He can barely think about them without getting angry or nauseous or both and he figures it’s not worth it. Not now and maybe not ever.
So instead of wasting more thoughts on that Jiang Cheng finds himself back at Nie Mingjue’s studio.
“It does get quite addicting, doesn’t it?” Nie Mingjue asks him with a smirk when Jiang Cheng steps inside and Jiang Cheng shrugs.
“Especially when you finally figure your life out for yourself,” he gives back and he has to admit that for the first time he’s not nervous as he sits down on the couch.
He knows what he wants and he knows what to expect.
It leaves him time to appreciate Nie Mingjue, though, and that makes Jiang Cheng’s stomach flutter.
There are tattoos on Nie Mingjue as well; making their way down his arms and one peeking out of the collar of his shirt. Jiang Cheng finds that he wants to see all of them.
“Okay, hit me,” Nie Mingjue says as he sits down as well and Jiang Cheng gives him his sketch.
Three lotus pods for him and his siblings. Jiang Cheng does only have good memories of them picking lotus seeds, and especially of Jiang Yanli’s soup.
“Next you’re going to learn how to tattoo yourself and then I’ll be out of a job,” Nie Mingjue grumbles as he takes the sketch and Jiang Cheng smiles with pride.
He did put an awful lot of work into this.
“I want it on my calf,” he tells Nie Mingjue who nods.
“Easy enough, but you need an appointment.”
“Sure,” Jiang Cheng shrugs and his eyes drop to Nie Mingjue’s hands, which are still holding his sketch.
Honestly, Jiang Cheng did not expect his heart to beat faster at that, or the thought that Nie Mingjue will put his hands on Jiang Cheng’s skin soon enough but he’s not going to stop it either.
The pods don’t take much time at all once the appointment comes around, and soon enough Jiang Cheng is stepping out on the street with one tattoo more.
It feels like he’s reclaiming bits and pieces of himself with every tattoo that he gets and he honestly doesn’t want it to stop.
It’s only a little bit because he wants to continue seeing Nie Mingjue.
~*~*~
“You’re going to be a regular soon,” Nie Mingjue says with a smile when Jiang Cheng steps into the by now so familiar studio yet again and he frowns, affronted.
“It’s my fourth time. How much more do I have to come by to be considered a regular?”
“Well, the true regulars drop by just to say hello, too,” Nie Mingjue says, clearly trying for nonchalant but Jiang Cheng sees the tension in his shoulders.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he says, but he still sits down on the couch. “But today I’m here for an appointment.”
“Do I even need to bring my sketchbook?” Nie Mingjue asks, clearly remembering that there was nothing for him to do the last time Jiang Cheng came by but Jiang Cheng nods.
“I just have an idea. I need you to draw it.”
“Oh, alright,” Nie Mingjue says, and is quick to retrieve the book before he sits down. “What do you want?”
“I want water, or waves, under my collarbone,” Jiang Cheng says and points at the spot.
It hasn’t been that long since he started to swim again, but he already knows that it will be a big part of his life from now on.
Jiang Cheng used to love it, until his parents made it into a competition between him and Wei Wuxian and pressured him to do better and better. Jiang Cheng stopped after one too many silver medals and he never picked it up again, too afraid of falling back into old habits, of feeling like shit for doing something just for fun, no matter how much he loved it.
But he picked swimming up again, and it turns out he’s still good and he still loves it. Even more now that he can just do it for fun and challenge himself if he feels like it.
And he wants a tattoo for it as well. It’s another piece of himself he reclaimed after all.
“Like so?” Nie Mingjue asks, showing Jiang Cheng the rough sketch.
It’s a little bit too stylized for Jiang Cheng’s taste and he tells Nie Mingjue so, who turns the page and starts again.
When he shows Jiang Cheng the new sketch, it looks more realistic and it’s exactly what Jiang Cheng wants.
“Yes,” he breathes out and smiles.
That one feels just as right as his other tattoos had.
“Water, huh?” Nie Mingjue asks, quite awkwardly Jiang Cheng thinks but he smiles at Nie Mingjue.
“I recently re-found my love for swimming,” he tells him. “It helps that my parents are not yelling at me to win a gold medal.”
“Did you use to? Win gold medals?”
“No. My brother did though, which both my parents used to rub in, in very different way. I stopped because they made me dread going into the water but now that I’m just doing it for fun,” he awkwardly trails off. “I still love it.”
“That’s good to hear,” Nie Mingjue tells him and Jiang Cheng is surprised when Nie Mingjue squeezes his shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but you do look better. Definitely happier than the first time you came in.”
It makes Jiang Cheng flush, because he didn’t know that it had been that bad or that Nie Mingjue had been paying attention to him.
“I am. Better. Still on the way with a lot of things, but definitely better,” Jiang Cheng gives back and he tries very hard not to think about the fact that he still doesn’t know what he wants to do with his future or if he wants to get a dog, despite Wei Wuxian’s fear, or if he’ll ever be man enough to ask Nie Mingjue out on a date.
But slow steps. First he gets this tattoo and then he can think about what comes after.
~*~*~
Jiang Cheng never gave much thought to his sexuality beyond the fact that it wouldn’t matter who he brings home; his parents were surely going to hate them, just because it was Jiang Cheng who introduced them.
He had looked at a few boys during school, but his mother had made it very clear that Jiang Cheng was going to get married to a business woman of her choosing, producing heirs for the company as soon as he could, and Jiang Cheng didn’t think much beyond that except ‘Fuck no’.
But now he has time to re-evaluate his sexuality and while he would probably label himself as bisexual at the moment he’s very definitely Nie Mingjue-sexual.
Not that he’s ever going to mention that to the man himself.
He’s standing in front of the tattoo studio yet again, even though he doesn’t have plans for a new tattoo yet. But Nie Mingjue had said regulars came by whenever, and Jiang Cheng wants to have that connection with Nie Mingjue.
He just can’t bring himself to make the first step.
So instead of going in, he walks up and down on the other side of the studio, berating himself that he just can’t bring himself to do it, but just as he is about to turn around and go home, Nie Mingjue steps out and walks straight up to him.
“Nervous?” Nie Mingjue asks with a teasing smile and Jiang Cheng deflates.
“I’m not quite sure how to make friends,” he admits and then wishes the ground would swallow him, because Nie Mingjue never said anything about being friends and it’s not quite what Jiang Cheng wants anyway.
“Usually you start talking to them,” Nie Mingjue says and steers Jiang Cheng towards a coffee shop.
“About what?” Jiang Cheng helplessly asks but he allows Nie Mingjue to lead the way.
“How was your day?” Nie Mingjue starts and Jiang Cheng finds that talking to Nie Mingjue over a cup of coffee is one of the easiest things he has done.
They start to do it weekly.
~*~*~
“Wanyin,” Nie Mingjue warmly greets him when Jiang Cheng steps into the studio again but he frowns when Jiang Cheng sits down on the couch. “You didn’t say anything about a new tattoo.”
It almost sounds accusing and Jiang Cheng helplessly shrugs.
“I woke up with the burning need to get one, so here I am.”
“Ah, a true addict,” Nie Mingjue says with a shake of his head, but he does get his sketchbook and sits down with him. “What’s it gonna be this time?”
Jiang Cheng takes a moment to gather his thoughts, letting his eyes wander over the tattoos on Nie Mingjue’s arms and he wonders if he can ever bring himself to ask to see them up close. To learn the story behind them.
“I want a lotus flower in the middle of my back,” Jiang Cheng finally says and it’s just because he still has his eyes on Nie Mingjue’s arms that he sees him jerk at his words.
“Between your shoulder blades?” Nie Mingjue asks to clarify and Jiang Cheng nods, finally looking up.
“Yes. And I want it in colour, too.”
It is the family crest and Jiang Cheng was torn about that for a long time, but it’s still his family and it’s still such a big part of himself that he needs to reclaim. Especially since his father does still want him as the head of the company and Jiang Cheng decided to do it.
“Oh, dear gods,” Nie Mingjue mumbles and Jiang Cheng frowns, torn out of his thoughts.
“Something wrong with that?” he wants to know but Nie Mingjue is quick to shake his head.
“No, not at all,” he says, busying himself with his pencil.
They fall into an uneasy silence and Jiang Cheng wonders what he did wrong to make Nie Mingjue respond like this, but before he can come up with a plausible explanation, Nie Mingjue gives him the sketchbook.
“Fuck,” Jiang Cheng breathes out. “It���s gorgeous.”
He didn’t dare imagine the design too much, because he wanted Nie Mingjue to create it, but Jiang Cheng did not imagine this.
“Yeah?” Nie Mingjue asks and Jiang Cheng frowns when he hears his voice crack.
“Yes! When can we do it?” he asks, suddenly eager to get it done as quickly as possible.
“I have time today, if you’re really sure,” Nie Mingjue gives back and Jiang Cheng practically beams at him, which clearly is answer enough.
“Alright, get ready then,” Nie Mingjue says with a nod of his head towards the same back room they always use and Jiang Cheng eagerly makes his way over there.
He’s just taking off his shirt when he hears Nie Mingjue come back in, mostly because he hears the muttered “Fuck”.
“Mingjue?” Jiang Cheng asks, turning around, his shirt still around his arms. “Is something wrong?”
“Wanyin, you can’t do that to me,” Nie Mingjue breathes out, his eyes trailing over first his tattoos that Nie Mingjue himself put there and then towards his shoulders and back.
“Do what?” Jiang Cheng asks, honestly confused, but there’s something in Nie Mingjue’s gaze that makes him go hot all over.
“You can’t let me mark you up all the time and then not go on a date with me,” Nie Mingjue says, finally meeting Jiang Cheng’s eyes and it takes Jiang Cheng a moment to smile at him.
But once he starts, he can’t stop.
“Well, you’d have to ask for me to say yes,” he tells Nie Mingjue, finally taking his shirt off. “Why now, though?”
“Now,” Nie Mingjue huffs out and steps close, dropping a quick kiss to Jiang Cheng’s head, catching him completely off guard with that. “As if I didn’t want to ask you since that first time you came into my studio.”
Jiang Cheng can’t hide his blush, he’s sure of that, but when Nie Mingjue’s gaze goes soft, he finds that he doesn’t mind.
“Okay, but why now?” he asks again, though he couldn’t be happier despite the fact that Nie Mingjue still didn’t ask him out.
“You look happier, more grounded,” Nie Mingjue tells him. “And honestly, I’m only human. There’s only so much self-control I have, especially if you’ll allow me to mark up that masterpiece of a back.”
“I swim a lot,” Jiang Cheng says, smug as anything, because Nie Mingjue looks like he could bench press Jiang Cheng if he really wanted to and to hear that he likes how Jiang Cheng looks, that’s quite the ego boost.
“I see,” Nie Mingjue says, though he sounds strangled. “Go on a date with me, Wanyin,” Nie Mingjue then says, and Jiang Cheng likes the fact that it’s not even really a question.
“Weekly dates are not enough for you?” he teases Nie Mingjue, absolutely delighted by how this is going and he enjoys seeing Nie Mingjue flounder for a bit.
“You owe me at least twelve kisses then,” Nie Mingjue finally says, sounding absolutely indignant and Jiang Cheng chuckles.
“You only want one kiss per date? That’s quite disappointing, really,” Jiang Cheng says with a smile and Nie Mingjue rolls his eyes.
“We’re working our way up, once it’s officially a date and not just coffee. But you can owe me all the kisses you want.”
“I think I like that,” Jiang Cheng happily says and leans in to get started on repaying his debt right that instant.
It leaves Jiang Cheng breathless when they part and he’s strangely relieved to see that Nie Mingjue is not doing that much better himself.
“Your hand will be steady enough for this, right?” Jiang Cheng can’t help but to ask, because he wants that tattoo now and he would be disappointed if Nie Mingjue said no.
“I’m a professional,” Nie Mingjue huffs out, even as he gently cups Jiang Cheng’s cheek in his hand. “I managed to keep a steady hand all the other times, too, didn’t I?”
“That you did,” Jiang Cheng gives back and nuzzles into the hand.
They lose themselves a little bit in each other for a while, but eventually Nie Mingjue does get to prove that he has a steady hand, despite the circumstances.
Once the lotus flower on Jiang Cheng’s back is done, they go on their first official dinner date.
~*~*~
On their one year anniversary, Jiang Cheng gets Nie Mingjue to tattoo a green band around his right arm and Nie Mingjue manages to make it look like it’s shining from the inside.
Jiang Cheng catches Nie Mingjue wiping away a tear once he’s done and he would tease him for it, but since Jiang Cheng cried when Nie Mingjue revealed that the frog over his heart was for Jiang Cheng, he fears he has no leg to stand on.
Paw Prints
Snake, expect imagine this spanning down the whole arm
Lotus Pods
Water, under Jiang Cheng's collarbone
Lotus Flower, except it's in the middle of Jiang Cheng's back
Green Band, there's no real pic for this, but imagine this ring as a tattoo around Jiang Cheng's forearm, because Mingjue's name is made up out of the characters for 'bright, shining' and 'jade ring' if google didn't lie to me
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