#also what else can i do that would be just fuckin lit
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Now all I can think about is Prey!Papa-Naruto because it would be the wildest funniest thing ever! Poor Hinata is probably trying to make sure her kids grow up to be good morally upstanding people and Naruto is just….Yeah 😬. Funnily enough this Naruto probably wouldn’t have as much of a contentious relationship with Boruto because there’s no way he’s putting work above spending time how he wants 😭. And as a Kawaki hater I’m pleased to say I don’t see this Naruto being altruistic enough to take in some random abused kid so really we’ve got my ideal version of the Uzumaki family 🫢. Anyway, I bet parent-teacher conferences and kiddy playdates and birthday parties are gonna be fun times 🤣. Speaking of bday parties happy early birthday! I hope it’ll be a fun one.
Daddy Prey!Naruto is the funniest thing ever, lol.
For sure, Naruto would spend time with his little mini-me. Who would stop him?
I feel like Boruto would be very aware that his father is a homicidal nutjob and spend his time trying to keep innocents out of harms way, but he does it in ways that are just as bad as his father, because of course, the apple doesn't fall that far from the tree, and that he has this huge blind spot to when his own inner crazy is starting to show, lol. And of course, mess with his mom or baby sister, well then, you'll have a hard time telling Naruto and Boruto apart at all🤭he'd justify his violence and the bodies in his closet because Prey!Narupapa taught him that delusion is just another way to say correct, and there's nothing wrong with customizing your own reality when it's convenient.
He'd also spend so much time trying to undo Hima's worst tendencies their dad is teaching her in an effort to help his mom out, but ends up making it worse by teaching her "alternative" tendencies that are just as bad but much more slicker than his father's open bluntness, which ultimately, makes Hinata's job harder, lol.
Poor lady, I can see her trying to explain the situation to her crazy husband.
Hinata: I'm trying to make sure the kids have a moral compass, Naruto
Naruto: The fuck they need that for?
I'll be honest, I really don't know all that much about Kawaki since I don't watch the show, but his design is very cool, and the clips I've seen of him on youtube I vibe with🤭but Naruto being altruistic and adopting a poor orphan? Not fuckin likely at all, lol. Prey!Naruto wouldn't care about any kids but his own🤷🏽♀️so you're all set for sure, lol.
Parent-teacher conferences would be lit af😂imagine Naruto's big buff tatted up self sitting in one of those itty bitty chairs at a table lower than his knees while the teacher tries to get him to understand that it's not a good thing that his little girl is drawing her classmates with their heads somewhere other than on their shoulders🤣he would be so insulted and have a very scary diatribe about why Hima's work is "art" not a "red flag". The teacher would resign the next day by the time he was done.
Omg birthdays🙈One word: Pinata. Take that as you will, lmao!
And omg, I wanna write Prey!Naruto at a PTA meeting, lmao! And you'd think Hinata was the one that dragged him to it, but NO, he'd go on his own because he's a super paranoid bastard that needs to know what is going on in his orbit and that includes his hellspawns, and if he doesn't like what he hears he'll have to retire a few folks to ensure things are being run for the benefit of his offspring😂
Hima's not doing a kiddy playdate, study date, pretend date, any date. Over somebody else's dead body would Naruto allow his baby girl to do any sorta dating🤣hell naw, and don't @ him about it. End of discussion. Why? Because Naruto knows how guys are, and considering the things he does to Hima's mother on a regular basis, he's dead set on not letting any guy near his daughter until she's at least 80 years old, if she's lucky.
Teen!Hima good luck trying to date or get a boyfriend😅especially since big brother's not gonna be too keen on the idea either, lol.
And thank you for the early birthday wishes!!💕
I feel like this SOL Prey!Naruto family is set in stone to be a thing at this point, lmao. I'm certainly sold on it. I won't say whether or not I plan on Hinata getting knocked up in Prey, ya'll will have to wait and find out but I definitely think this should be a full SOL fic at this point, lol. It's just too good to pass up🤭
#prey!Naruto zaddy#prey#naruhina#crazy runs in the family#naruto uzumaki#hinata uzumaki#boruto uzumaki#himawari uzumaki#kawaki
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#ok so basically#hate current setup; bf is ignorant / i kinda have 3 jobs rn / also texas is asshole ifyk#miss being happy n more openly queer - bf could make someone equally neurotypical happy i think hes just not very emotional#and i need that heavy as a neurodiverse person dealing w lots of grief#which job do i quit first and what do i steal#also what else can i do that would be just fuckin lit#seeing mcr in a few days w some old friends - its what ive been thinking of most to get me thru it all#rlly wanna do fun stuff and know that id rather be **** ****** than bitching at jerry to pick up his socks#sounds so shitty of me but if yall knew how little he talks to me and like how little he does for either of us youd go aaah#grow up#ur an adult learn to do your own laundry i BEG#n e ways#i wish it coulda been anything else :( breaks my heart to not mean anything to him#all the ways i could whine about it-whats the use ykno? waste of time
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Hello!
Can I request a Hazbin Hotel with a reader whose head comes off sometimes and they are just casual about it? Like Eda from Owl House or Luci from Disenchantment. It doesn’t have to be a pairing fic with anyone specific, it can be just a reaction fic by the Hotel residents.
If you accept, thank you! If not, then ok.
THIS IS SUCH A SILLY LITTLE IDEA, ABSOLUTELY. “You dropped uh.. something” HAS ME GIGGLING. Thank you for this kekeke. Also I haven’t watched the owl house so sorry if I did this wrong.
Head Less
You had been at the hotel for a while, going through the motions of a so called rehabilitation. You didn’t mind it too much, and the people there were funny. Everyone was a little different, but everyone was accepting. It was sweet, simple. You didn’t actually believe too strongly that you would one day actually reach angelic status, but screw it. Free place to stay.
The first person to see you drop your head was Alastor. You were looking around the hotel, walking around with no real goal. Sometimes when Charlie hadn’t fully planned the day, you’d just walk around. You were on your first round of the hallways, just for Alastor to appear behind you and scare the shit out of you when you turned around, creepy sharp-toothed smile straight up to your face.
You had jumped back, head falling and rolling down the hall, causing you to groan, cursing to yourself as your body walked over to you head, grabbing your head and holding it to your hip as you cursed out Alastor. He didn’t even seem bothered by this, just staring at you as you told him that if he snuck up on you like that again, well, you just might.
But right after him was everyone else. You see, Alastor simply didn’t care enough to tell anyone. But because everyone else did care, you knew that dropping your head around one of them would be dropping it to everyone else. So you planned it out.
That’s where you were now - sitting and watching old footage of Charlie’s childhood, which she called a bonding excersize. Angel was making comments about how hot a younger Lucifer was, Vaggie awe-ing over her younger girlfriend, Pentious melting over tiny her, and Husk not giving a single fuck over at the bar. Nifty running around all of you with her pin, looking for bugs under the sofa.
That’s when you made your move, pretending to reach over for your cup of tea, only for your head to roll off and stop at Pentious’ feet. He screamed - so loudly everyone looked over, his high-pitch scream nearly deafening you. Charlie was the next to scream, clinging to Vaggie. Vaggie just stared at your head on the floor with wide eyes. Angel burst you laughing, winking at your head on the floor.
“Nice party trick, toots.” He said in the midst of his fit of giggles, watching Charlie try to calm herself down as your body went and picked up your head like usual, popping it back on your body as you tried to reassure you were fine while still laughing your ass - or should I say head back off, and she tried to laugh it off too, but it was pretty evident you may or may not have accidentally traumatized her.
Husked and Nifty, having heard the screams but completely oblivious to what happened, looking around completely confused, only for Angel to explain, still out of breath from laughing, Pentious cautiously peeking over the couch. “That bitch’s head just popped off!” Angel exclaimed between laughs, keeled over on the couch as Husk raised his eyebrow.
“Is this some sort of weird fuckin’ joke?” He asked with a tired sigh, wiping down the counter. You shook your head, turning around and using your hands to pop your head off again, causing him to let out a low chuckle, shrugging. “I’ve seen crazier, but that’s not bad.” He shrugged off, throwing the towel over his shoulder.
Charlie’s face of eternal trauma and doom faded to a face of confusion but also wonder, coming up to you and doing a 360 around you and your head, tucked snug in your arm. Her eyes lit up, the smile on her face wider as she let out a small squeak.
“You’re freaking HEADLESS! That’s AWESOME!”
#hazbin hotel#hellaverse#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#hazbin sir pentious#hazbin angel dust#alastor hazbin hotel#hazbin charlie
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WHAT TYPA GIRLS DO YOU LIKE? haitani rindou
nsfw (suggestive)
it's late into the night when rindou sleepily topples over your body in bed.
you welcome him into your embrace, lazily throwing the thick blanket to cover your bodies, creating a warm and snuggly atmosphere in bed, and god, you swear you could hear soft purrs coming from the big, big man who's currently on the verge of falling asleep on top of you.
"long day?" one of your hands reach up to tangle your fingers around his purple locks and he simply hums in response. a strong arm wraps itself around your waist and the other moves to peel away your phone and throw it aside. "go to sleep."
with me, he wants to say.
i know, you want to reply.
rindou thinks it's so romantic to fall asleep together.
a soft chuckle escapes your lips as you move around in his arms to get comfortable, with a simple question floating around in your mind and its words on the tip of your tongue while you think about how to approach your very sleepy husband with the topic.
just when you were about to open your mouth, rindou's deep voice fills your dimly lit bedroom. "whatcha thinkin' bout?" his words were slightly muffled, probably due to his entire face being mushed into your chest and he's seriously about to fall asleep, and yet you still heard him loud and clear. and that's what you like most about him; after years of being together, he's always managed to read you like an open book, so you two have rarely ever struggled with communication because rindou always knows what you want and what you want to say and only aims to understand your point instead of belittling and arguing (and vice versa). in this case, he knows there's something you want to ask.
"just thinkin’,” you softly reply. he hums for you to continue, and you do.
"what typa girls do you like?" and it's just a mindless, silly question, really. you weren't jealous or insecure or anything, nah. rindou has never made you feel any way like that; you were only curious and extremely ready to tease him for whatever he answers to your silly little question, and you also would have never expected your husband to react the way he does.
rindou places himself on both his elbows, his face hovering on top of yours and your big glossy eyes stare up at him. a few strands of his mullet tickles your jaw and you simply move them away by combing and tucking his hair back. rindou's got his million dollar smirk plastered on his lips while he's slowly inching closer to you, and you can't help but let a shy smile grow on yours.
"why?" he teases, and you can feel his hot breath fanning over your cupid's bow. you manage to stutter out a response, "jus' askin', s'all."
breathing irregular and bpm increasing rapidly, how silly.
he leaves a small peck on the corner on your lips and you start to flush - your cheeks' a bright red - still seemingly affected by his antics after years of being together. "if i tell ya, what do i get in return?"
you pretend to ponder.
"hmm, probably a kiss or something, dunno."
rindou purses his lips, "that don't seem fair enough." ". . . how about two kisses?" he raises an eyebrow. "fine, five." "deal."
slowly, you feel many, many rough and calloused fingers slide up your body under the thin camisole you don as he eases his body between your legs, face resting in the crook of your neck.
"so . . . ?"
"i like girls who asks dumb questions and are like, crazy fuckin' hot. like you."
you bite your lip and giggle, lightly scratching your freshly done acrylics against his broad back that only you get to touch and feel and he sighs comfortably. he always does this, you think - how he never fails in making you feel like you're on top of the world. (he is your world, and you want to be on top of him right now.)
"yeah? what else?"
"’n i like girls who suck at mario kart too." he says, referring to how he'd beat you in a game of mario kart earlier (you did not win a single cup) and couldn't stop making fun of you for a good twenty minutes. "hey! now that's mean." rindou feels a hand swat him on the back and he laughs into your neck, "you're such a sore loser, baby." he kisses your collarbone and you pout harder, "it's not that i suck, yer' jus' too good at it." he says nothing more and starts rubbing your hips affectionately, softly inhaling your sweet scent. you used his body wash today, he realises.
"anyway . . . here's your reward." nonetheless, you were happy enough with his answers, moving to kiss him five times as you promised but he stops you by cupping two large palms on your warm cheeks, squeezing a little. "before that . . .” his gaze moves down to your glossy, puckered lips before meeting your eyes again. "what typa guys do you like?" you see the growing bit of lust hiding behind those beautiful, dreamy purple orbs and you're starting to see where this is leading to.
"if i tell ya, what do i get in return?" you decide to be bold and mimic his choice of words. he only smirks, staring deep back into your eyes with now a loving gaze, "i’ll love you forever."
your eyes widened just a bit, shocked at how he just openly stated his affection for you (he rarely does that, but when he does . . . oh boy, you get so shy), and rindou feels his palms on your cheeks get warmer with each millisecond that you don't answer. but you're quick to pull yourself together, not wanting to back down from this harmless bicker which you started, so you reach for his face with both hands and pull him down for a quick smooch.
"i really like guys who are fit. ya know, like those strong 'n really buff guys at the gym. you should take some pointers, actually." with a scrunch of a nose, you make sure to emphasise on the last sentence, knowing how much of a gym bro your husband is and how much of a reaction you're gonna get from him.
rindou raises his eyebrows after reluctantly pulling away from your lips, "i'm not buff enough fa' ya?"
you shrug, "could be a little more buffer."
now you've done it.
he nibbles on your earlobe and you gasp softly, "well, ya see . . . i've got hip day tomorrow," he pecks the sensitive spot just below your ears, "but i could always do it ahead of schedule." and he says that all while gripping your left thigh to hook it around his waist in a swift motion and good gracious, could you feel his growing hard on rubbing against your core. you let out a soft whimper and push your head back deeper into the pillow beneath you.
rindou kisses your temple and whispers carefully,
"gonna help me with it? i sure love a good exercise."
a moan escapes you.
"yeah-"
and another.
"-whatever you need, rin."
he sucks purples onto your neck.
"good, now lemme love ya forever, baby."
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#r1988#rindou x reader#rindou haitani x reader#haitani rindou x reader#tokyo revengers x reader#haitani rindou#rindou haitani#haitani brothers#tokrev x reader#tr x reader#tokyo revengers#tokrev#tr
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Theft | John Price x m!reader
anonymous asked: seal anon. can i request price x male reader with the male reader stealing his hats or his clothes in general
summary: Price lets you get away with just about everything, including stealing from him.
tws: swearing, smoking, brief mention of threats
From the moment that his beanie wasn't hung up beside his coat, Price knew exactly where it was and exactly who had it, and had it been anyone else, he would have told them to ask him first before borrowing it, but considering that it was his favourite RAF pilot, he didn't take much notice; as far as Price was concerned, he was a soft touch, and would let you get away with anything and everything, turning a blind eye to things that most Captains would never, like when you pinned an American soldier to the ground and threatened them with the kirpan Perveen had loaned you, solely because they had stepped onto the grounds that belonged to the RAF; Price had seen it, but had said nothing, and when the American Commander asked him, he said he saw nothing.
It was so cold today, though, that Price needed that beanie, and when he discovered that his coat was also missing, he sighed; he lit a cigar, and shook his head, making sure that his menorah had not been moved by anyone before he left the task force's base, and made his way over to the RAF's side. He stopped when he saw you, looking so fucking handsome as you sat on the bench, wrapped up in his coat and his beanie as you smoked a cigarette; he couldn't help but to smile, taking in the sight for a moment with a fond look in his eyes before he made his way over to you at last. It wasn't until he got closer that he realised you were also wearing one of his shirts, too. Clearing his throat, Price gestured to the bench.
"This seat taken, Flight Lieutenant?"
You shook your head, smiling at him as you cleared your throat. "Not unless you want it, Captain."
Price sat beside you, spreading his legs and purposefully pressing his knee against yours as he let you lean into his side and hummed; he was starting to blush, able to feel the way that his features burned, and he knew that you would be able to see it, but he didn't mind. "You're gonna have to stop nicking my kit, (y/n)."
"Why's that?" You asked teasingly. "I thought you liked it when I wore your shirts."
"I do," he nodded, taking a moment to admire you. "I really fuckin' do, but it's only gonna get colder, and I'm gonna need that hat, and my coat."
You shrugged, snuggling up to him as you took a drag from your cigarette, nearly sat on his lap as you chuckled softly. "I can keep you warm, Sir."
By now, the blush on Price's face was more than visible and he was painfully aware of it, but he couldn't help but to laugh at your little comment as he shook his head. "I don't doubt that, but what about when you ain't around?"
"Then steal mine," you told him jokingly. "You know where I keep everything."
"Y'know, I just might," he admitted playfully, flicking the ash from his cigar down onto the ground. He could hardly keep his eyes off of you.
You always looked so good in his clothes, and he was never sure why, you always looked like the most attractive man on the planet whenever you stole his clothes, and although he wanted to be annoyed that you were leaving him in the cold, he couldn't bring himself to feel that way when you just looked so fucking good; his breath hitched a little when he realised that you had noticed him looking.
"Price," you said gently. "I'm your boyfriend, why the fuck are you nervous about checking me out?"
He shrugged. "I'm old fashioned, I don't think I should be looking at you like that constantly."
"Well, you have my permission to," you told him, gently tapping his thigh. "You have my permission to check me out as much and as often as you want, Captain."
He smiled, sighing when he heard his task force calling for him, but he couldn't bring himself to leave; it wasn't exactly going to be urgent anyway, it was never urgent when they called him from the safety of the base. Usually, Soap had set off some explosives and nearly caused an accident, or Gaz had a question about a certain technique or piece of equipment; it was never urgent. So Price relaxed a little, putting his arm around you when you eventually moved to sit between his legs, biting at the inside of his lip as he rested against you.
"I need a hand tonight, by the way," he said quietly, murmuring against the back of your neck between drags from his cigar. "I need to make some more Kugel, Rugelach, Sufganiyot and Challah."
You hummed, shrugging as you licked your lips and took a long drag from your cigarette. "I can give you a hand... you okay to start at six?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "Whenever you're around - I have enough for tonight, but not for tomorrow."
"I'll lend a hand," you agreed. "You having guests?"
"Just Gaz, Laswell and her wife, Ghost and Rudy," Price admitted. "And you, if you wanna come over."
"I'd love to," you told him with a nod. "But I'm not gonna stop stealing your clothes."
Price couldn't stop the laugh that formed in the back of his throat, scoffing as his grip on you got slightly tighter, his voice dropping to a playful growl. "You best watch what you're saying, Flight Lieutenant."
"Or what?" You challenged. "You gonna make me regret it?"
"I just might," he mumbled. But then he cleared his throat, and gently kissed the back of your neck as he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "One day, we need to have a serious conversation about whether or not you're moving in, though."
"I can't get the time off just yet," you admitted quietly. "But I have a few holiday days saved up... if you could let me know when you're ready, I could use 'em so we can get it sorted."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," you agreed. "I wanna move in with you, John, I really do, it's just finding the fucking time."
"I know, pup," he huffed, daring to gently nip at the edge of your ear. "Take your time, though - I have to hide all my good clothes to make sure you don't fuckin' nick 'em the second you start living with me."
You grinned, swiping your tongue along your bottom lip. "You think that little of me?"
"I do," he joked. "I think that little of you, and then some."
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as close to me as i can (18+)
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The kit had been Eddie’s idea.
He could lie and say he doesn’t know where the idea came from, but he does. It’s been brewing in the back of his mind for a while now, ever since he saw it on one of their trips to the nearby sex shop.
He’s noticed, of course, how Steve can get sometimes. How he’ll check himself out in the mirror, how he’ll primp and preen until he looks like absolute perfection. It’s easier to see now that they’re actually living together, but that also means Eddie sees how he hides it from others, how he makes sure to keep his vanity to himself.
Eddie has had the best time pulling it out of him, has loved watching his boyfriend become more and more self-centered in a way they both adore. Eddie loves drowning him in compliments, both casual and filthy, loves that he’s able to help Steve build up his self confidence into something that others might even call narcissistic. Not to them, though.
He wasn’t sure if the kit was taking things too far, though. He’d been worried when he suggested it, and was glad when Steve lit up at the idea, when he instantly went pink with desire and pulled Eddie into their bed at just the thought of it. Eddie had gone the very next day to buy it, and two days later, they find themselves here.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
Steve’s hands clench at the bedding and he moans into the mattress below him, his back arches deliciously as he presses his hips back to meet every thrust, and Eddie can’t help but to stare at how gorgeous his boy is as he fucks Steve with the dildo. It came out better than they had hoped, the silicone firm but not rigid, and even though Steve had whined about how weird the plaster-like casting had felt on his dick, he certainly isn't-
Actually, he's definitely whining now, all high and needy like he does when he wants Eddie to go harder, to make him feel it for days. Eddie doesnt give in yet, he wants to make this last as long as possible, but he can’t resist a bit of teasing, especially when it makes Steve flush all the way down to his shoulders.
"Yeah, that feels good. It’s such a nice dick, perfect for making pretty boys feel good, hm?”
Eddie smacks a hand onto Steve's ass just to hear him moan again, and then he pulls the dildo out completely. He leans in to spit into Steve's fluttering hole before shoving the toy back in again, and he soaks up the lovely noises his boy makes as he picks up the pace. He never thought he would get this hot from watching his boyfriend fuck himself on a replica of his own cock, but god, Eddie doesn't think he's ever been this hard in his life.
“Do you like this, Stevie? Like getting fucked with your own dick? Is it good, gorgeous?”
Steve moans and nods and Eddie slaps him again, squeezes the flesh under his hand as he says “Gonna need more than that, baby. C’mon, use your words for me, tell me how much you love it.”
He drives the toy deeper and Steve gasps, his hands clawing at the sheets as his thighs start to shake. “Fuckin’ love it! Love it so much-”
Another smack. “You love what?”
“My dick! Love getting fucked by my dick, feels - fuck! - so good!”
Eddie adjusts the angle until Steve is wailing under the onslaught of pleasure, until Eddie is almost worried that Steve’s legs might give out from how much he’s trembling. It’s heady, knowing that he can make Steve feel like this with nothing but a toy and some filthy words, and the thing that makes it even better is that Steve is just as into this whole thing as Eddie is.
“Such a narcissistic little whore, baby. Nobody else’s dick is good enough for you, huh? Just your own, ‘s the only one perfect enough for you, only one that makes you see fuckin’ stars like this, yeah?”
Steve gasps and nods, and he’s almost pulling the sheets from the mattress with how he’s tugging at it. “Fuuuck, ‘m gonna come, Eds, please! Don’ stop!”
He’s close, so close. Eddie can see it in how he shakes, in how he sobs as Eddie growls out a “Come on, Stevie, do it, gorgeous. Fuckin’ come from your own cock.” He picks up the pace and gives Steve’s ass one more hard smack, and that’s all it takes to shove him over the edge.
Steve screams when he comes, the sound muffled slightly from where he’s pressed into the bedding, and Eddie just watches in absolute wonder as he fucks Steve through it until he’s a twitchy, whiny mess. He pulls the toy out slowly and drops it to the side, doesn’t hesitate as he pushes his pants down and barely spits into his hand before he’s stripping his own dick, almost frantic in his pace.
“So fuckin’ pretty, Stevie, so good for me. Love how filthy you are, love how you’re just as freaky as I am, love the things you let me to do you.” Eddie’s babbling, but his mouth always tends to run when he’s close and Steve knows it, groans in response. “Fuck, ‘m gonna come, baby. Where d’you want it?”
He expects a groaned response, or the delirious Anywhere, please that he usually gets. Instead, a thrill of delight runs through him as he watches Steve reach back to grab his ass with one hand, spreading himself as best he can.
“In me, Ed, please. Need it so bad.”
Eddie complies and grabs Steve’s hips before pushing into his hole, still slick with lube and relaxed from his orgasm. Steve keens as Eddie thrusts two, three, four times before coming so hard that he sees stars for a moment. His hips jerk as he fills up his boyfriend, and Eddie groans when Steve twitches a bit with oversensitivity, clenching around him involuntarily. He takes a moment to catch his breath before he pulls out, and dots a few kisses over the moles on Steve’s back as he waits for his legs to start working again.
Once he can feel his toes he stands from the bed, quickly grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom and a glass of water from the kitchen before joining Steve agin. Cleanup is quick and practical, and he makes Steve drain the glass before he’s climbing back into bed and wrapping around his boyfriend like an octopus.
“So, I think that was a good investment,” he says after a moment, and Steve hums.
“I definitely agree. We should use it again, though, just to make sure we get our money’s worth out of it.”
Eddie grins and can’t resist giving a soft nip to the shell of Steve’s ear. “Oh trust me, pretty boy, I am already thinking of plans for the future.”
#i have no excuses and no apologies#sometimes when your brain gives you an idea you just go with it#thank you gin for enabling this#steddie fic#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#joey writes
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Let's Be Alone Together || Part Four
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x F!Reader
Summary: Tommy's revelation is cut short by an unexpected distraction
Word Count: 2.1K
Warnings: This chapter contains scenes of a violent nature, including a physical attack, blood, guns and gore. Please proceed with caution. Also, a probably poor description of inside the Shelby's betting shop.
A/N: Shout out to @a-reader-and-a-writer for the love, support and whump-spiration💖
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For half a moment, you think that Tommy Shelby is going to kiss you. His mouth - parted - is so close to your own that if either of you were to move forwards, even by just an inch, your lips would be touching.
So close, yet so far.
Because in the quiet of the betting shop, the two of you stand frozen; a tableau. Your hands, surprisingly steady, rest against Tommy’s broad chest, fingertips brushing the dark leather straps of his shoulder holster. His hands, surprisingly soft and warm, cup your jaw as he searches your gaze.
“Tommy…”
His extraordinary blue eyes widen, blinking rapidly. But it’s not the sound of his name as it falls from your lips that breaks whatever spell he’s fallen under. Somewhere in the back of the shop, a floorboard creaks.
Tensing beneath your touch, Tommy’s voice is low but urgent when he finally speaks. “Were you alone? Before I got here?”
Tentatively, you nod. Arthur had locked the door behind him before leaving earlier this morning. It’s inconceivable that anyone else could have been here with you - that you hadn’t been aware of their presence this whole time.
Isn’t it?
Tommy carefully releases you, his scar-flecked hands balling into fists as they fall to his sides. “Go,” he tells you in the same quietly compelling tone that leaves no room for argument. “Lock yourself in the office. Don’t come out until I tell you to do so.”
Deprived of the reassuring warmth of his touch, your head spins at the sudden shift in the man before you - the man now reaching for his gun. From curiously captivated to deadly calm - this is the side of Tommy you recognise. The side you have become accustomed to.
The man who protects his empire and his assets at all costs.
“Go.”
With little choice but to follow his orders, you abandon the wooden table in the centre of the room and hurry behind the metal bars that separate Polly’s office - and the cash boxes - from the rest of the shop. The gate shuts behind you with a heavy clang and with trembling fingers you lock yourself inside, pocketing the key.
Despite your line of sight being skewed by the bars, you watch uneasily as Tommy begins his sweep of the shop, one unwavering arm outstretched as he aims his gun into the dimly lit corners of the room.
Is it possible he’s overreacting, or is there really someone else here? Someone who doesn’t belong.
The thought alone causes you to falter, staggering backwards until you reach the far wall of the office. How long have they been watching you? What would have happened had Tommy not returned? Have you really been a sitting duck all this time?
With a start, you remember the gun. The small pistol Arthur had given you - an employment gift of sorts - stashed away in your handbag beneath the wooden table. If you could just make it out of the cage undetected… You’ve never fired the thing, but the intruder doesn’t know that.
Attentioned focused solely on Tommy as he slips through the curtains to check the rest of the house, you take a hesitant step forwards. Three more steps and you’ll be back at the gate. But before you can move another inch, something - someone - grabs hold of you from behind, dragging you away from the bars.
A rough hand smothers your mouth, stifling the scream you were about to let rip.
“Make a sound and my pal over there will blow his fuckin’ brains out.”
The voice, barely more than a harsh whisper, is unfamiliar and you freeze in the foreign grip, just in time to see a shadowy figure move beyond the bars. Damning evidence of Tommy’s impending peril.
“Atta girl,” your assailant mutters into your ear, his hot, damp breath making your skin crawl. “Now, you’re gonna do exactly what I say and no one has to get hurt. We just want the cash.”
Fear paralyses your body, but your mind is whirring, desperate for a way out. Because you recognise the northern accent. You know enough about the Shelby’s business dealings to understand that it’s far more than money these Yorkshiremen are after.
Power. Revenge. War.
If you stand here silently, they will murder Tommy in cold blood.
Despite the heavy breathing of the man holding you captive, you strain your ears for the faintest sound - any indication of where Tommy is or what he’s doing. If he comes back into the shop and finds you being held hostage, he’ll take aim at your captor and it won’t end well for anyone.
You can’t let it come to that.
With concern for Tommy clouding your judgement and no better plan emerging, you say a fleeting prayer to the god you no longer believe in and discretely raise your left leg, bringing your heel down with great force on your assailant’s foot.
The man yelps. The shock of the attack briefly loosens his grip, just as you’d hoped, allowing you enough room to wiggle out of his arms whilst simultaneously elbowing him in the stomach. As he doubles over in pain, you bolt to the gate, scrambling for the keys.
Get the gun. Get to Tommy. Get out.
From the furthest recess of the shop, you hear Tommy - alerted by the sounds of your struggle - shouting your name, his voice thick and rasping with panic.
“There’s two of them,” you yell back, no longer fearing for your own safety. You just need Tommy to be ok.
But there’s no response, and before you can unlock the gate, a hand clamps tightly around your forearm, hauling you away from the bars and spinning you around.
“You stupid bitch.”
The man lashes out, his palm connecting with your cheek in a wicked blow. Tears spring to your eyes as your skin burns, but you manage to stumble to the side, ducking unsteadily in order to avoid a second strike.
“Didn’t I warn you, eh? Didn’t want to spill blood today but looks like you’re leavin’ us with no choice.”
The hold on your arm is relinquished, only to be replaced almost instantly by the same hand clasping your neck, thick fingers pressing painfully into your windpipe until it’s difficult to breathe.
But apparently, this would be far too kind a demise. Because, moments later, you feel the telltale sting of metal as the cold, hard muzzle of a gun kisses your temple.
No. Not like this.
Where is Tommy?
As you grapple to free yourself from the tight grip around your throat in a panic-stricken haze, you recollect a lesson given to you by John all those months ago - half in jest - on the basics of self-defence: how to hit a man where it hurts.
If this is the end, at least you’ll go down fighting. Maybe they made a Peaky Blinder out of you, after all.
Your fingers scratch desperately at your assailant’s hands as he draws you closer, the dampness beneath your nails indicating that you too are capable of spilling blood. But it’s a mere distraction. He doesn’t notice you jerk your knee upwards in a violent fashion, as high as it will go, until it’s too late.
Seconds away from blacking out - or having your brains blown out - you hit the magic spot.
The man lets out an almighty grunt as he releases you, both hands flying to his crotch as he folds to the floor. Nothing less than sheer instinct sees you lurching forwards and wrenching the gun out of his weakened, bloody grip.
You’re panting now, every breath burning as you fight to fill your lungs and clear your head. You have the gun trained on the crumpled man, but the nightmare is far from over. Behind you, there are sounds of a skirmish. Grunting and shouting as Tommy wrestles with the second intruder, but mercifully no gunshots.
Without taking your eyes off your attacker, you slowly inch backwards until you hit the bars of the cage. The keys remain jammed in the lock, just as you’d left them.
“Tommy,” you yell, frantically. “Are you ok?” But the damage to your throat has left your voice hoarse, little more than a wheeze.
When Tommy - understandably - doesn’t reply, you risk a glance over your shoulder, just in time to spot him grabbing the stranger by his jacket and hauling him against the blackboard. The man might tower over him by at least half a foot, but he is no match for Tommy’s pure strength. As Tommy begins pummelling his fists into the man’s face, you dare to allow yourself a moment of relief and, barely registering the horror of the situation, you look away.
Returning your attention to your own assailant, you are startled to find that, like something out of your very worst dreams, he has risen. His hideous face twists into a cruel smirk as he approaches, his pace slow yet menacing.
“You ain’t got it in you, lass.”
Maybe he’s right. Your hands are certainly trembling as they tighten around the gun, the prospect of taking a man’s life suddenly very terribly real.
Kill or be killed.
It doesn’t make it any easier. And you’d had the nerve to call Tommy a coward. Maybe you should take a look in the mirror.
On second thoughts, better not. Because in one moment the man is standing before you, his arms outstretched and ready to attack. The next, there is a deafening bang and he slumps to the floor, his brains splattered on the wall behind him.
Stunned into stillness, you hear Tommy shout your name, his spent gun clattering to the ground. You’re vaguely aware of the cage opening behind you and the next thing you know, you’re collapsing into a strong, reassuring pair of arms.
“It’s over now. I’ve got you. It’s over.”
Tommy’s hushed words are a soothing balm as he gently turns you to face him, assessing you for injury as he holds you at arm’s length. Whatever he sees quickly causes his brow to furrow and his jaw to tense, his attention lingering on the bruises around your neck.
Through tear-stained eyes you meet his gaze - a frightening, ice-cold gaze - the kind of gaze that promises a swift and painful death to those who hurt you - except he’s already delivered that, hasn’t he?
In the waning afternoon light, you take the opportunity to study him, too. His shirt is stained red and a sheen of sweat covers his skin. The lengths of his hair are damp, slicked across his forehead. But despite being in such an unusual state of disarray, there’s no obvious sign of injury, except for a small cut above his brow.
Tommy’s fury passes and gradually, his expression softens. “I’ve got you, love. It’s ok. You’re going to be ok, you hear me?”
He starts to pull you closer as you nod mutely, but you feel something damp against your temple and you stiffen in his arms. When you touch a finger to your skin, it comes away crimson.
“Blood…” you murmur, somehow not as horrified as you know you should be.
Ever so slowly, so as not to startle you, Tommy takes your face in his hands just like before.
“It’s not yours,” he assures you, softly wiping away the evidence with his thumb, oblivious - or maybe not - to the fact that his own hands are already stained. “You’re ok, eh. We’re ok.”
“I couldn’t do it, Tommy. I couldn’t pull the trigger.”
“I know.” He lowers his head, until your brows are almost touching. “And that is nothing to be ashamed of. You did more than anyone could have asked for. I saw the way you fought back. The boys will be so proud of you. I am proud of you.”
You try to shake your head, still in his grasp. “It wasn’t enough.”
Because you should have been better. Quicker off the mark. You shouldn’t have frozen. You should have noticed earlier that you weren’t alone.
“It was more than enough,” Tommy tells you firmly. “You are more than enough. All this time, I’ve underestimated you. I thought it was you who needed protecting but now I see that I was wrong. I think maybe it was me this whole time.”
“What do you mean?”
In lieu of giving you an answer, Tommy leans in, finally closing the distance. His lips - surprisingly soft - brush over yours, a gentle caress and a silent request.
This time, you won’t hesitate. This time, you won’t freeze. Looping your arms around his neck, you pull yourself onto your tip toes and deepen the kiss, distantly wondering if he’s right.
Maybe it has been him, this whole time.
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Yan Adam x Fem reader Chap 3/5 someone else DARES TO FLIRT ON YOU !MINORS STAY AWAY
CHAP 1 https://www.tumblr.com/yanderesimp2000/745338401920860160/extreme-yandere-adam-x-fem-reader-chap-15-start?source=share
CHAP 2 https://www.tumblr.com/yanderesimp2000/745426251094818816/extreme-yandere-adam-x-fem-listener-chap-25?source=share
Tags, Cuddles, kisses,protective, 9 feet size diff , wing snuggles, daiquiri?!, RIBS?!!,horny listener
TWS, Manipulation, Violence (not on you), someone trys to SA you (NOT ADAM), Alcohol, Yanderery, Adam being a incel and misogynist, blow job, and brainwashed reader
btw this takes place in a universe where Adam won the Battle of Hazbin hotel and killed all the main hazbin hotel cast also PLEASE GIVE ME REQUESTS
my english might be bad I'm from Armenia
BTW RUSSIAN AND ARMENIAN TRANSLATIONS COMING SOON
it been about 3 days since your little "illness" stopped affecting you Adams gonna back to work making your lonely he's only here at night so he cant give you the attention you desperately crave "like a little fly to soda" Adam described your attention craving
His mansion he keeps you locked up in is cool to live in it had 5 floors and everything you could want like,pools a huge kitchen and dinner room, multiple living rooms a indoor theater but it's never engough your just counting down the days Adam dosnet have to do first man stuff for 7 whole days strait and you will get all the attention and love you want
as you sat on your bed watching Tv some reality TV show you here someone unlock the front door "what upppp Baby" It was Adam you rushed over to the door and he gave you a hug "ughhhhhhh today was soooo boring sera was being a bitch again something about You cant banish random people to hell because you dislike them like bitch? im fucking Adam I can do whatever I want I'm god first creation and his favorite so you can go eat shit" the way Adam described sera just made you hate her all you could think was is "how could she disrespect him does she know who he is you should be lucky to be in his presence" but you just said "yeah I know seras a bitch I know I know" Adam was happy to hear that at said "well atleast someone understands even lute is on Sera side"
adam groaned before Slumping down and laying down on the couch before saying " hey babe do we still have so raw ribs in the fridge" he said You then said "I'll check" before opening the fridge to see the rack of ribs he brought home one day you then said "yeah do you want me to make them" you said in your soft caring voice adam LED mask lit up and he said " YES YES YES FUCKIN MAKE THEM" Like a ecstatic puppy when you bring out his food
you then start to cook them Adam always thought that It was your job as a women to do the house work and cook and clean for him and you agreed since for some strange reason you could not remember what you life was like before he Married you so you just blindly agreed to everything he said once you were done seasoning the ribs you put them on the slow cooker for 2 hours before laying down on the couch with him like you always do
he started to snuggle you before telling you the same story's he always tell you "did I tell you about that one time this bitch girl that was Lucifer daughter came over and took me to court over the extermination it was sooooooo annoying then we killed them all and it was fuckin great" he said proud of himself "yes babe youve told me" you said Slightly annoyed
Adam then said "ugh this couch is too small were gonna go to the bed" he then picked you up with one hand like he always does and just carried you over the the bed and placed you on it before also laying down on the bed " your my little teddy bear y'know that small helpless... weak you have to rely on me for shelter safety and protection and that's Just the way I like it" he softly and gently cooed "and the world is dangerous their would be sooo many creeps that would try to take advantage of you and take you away from me so you should never try to leave its too dangerous" he said gently but very firm and something about it your mind just agreed with him " he was right you should stay with him" was all your little brain could think as you nuzzled into him
when you nuzzled into him he was surprised but loved it "ohh someones a little love bug today" he teased before starting to kiss you on your forehead his wings starting to wrap around you two creating a soft little fort as you two were snuggling you noticed some knots and dirt on Adams wings which just bothered you so much you started to clean and prune them this surprised Adam but he just giggled a little "sorry my wings are a little dirty but its always nice to know someone can take care of them for me" you walked out of the bed and grabbed the brush to brush his wings like the good little wife you were he giggled and cooed over this you just dropped everything to clean his wings as you were doing that he felt your wings " if only I could take care of myself like you do I'm a fucking mess" a complained "your wings are so sleek and soft they always look like its your first day in heaven and mine are dirty and rugged" he groaned "but hey I have you and your such a good wife you just clean them for me" he laughed
when you were done cleaning his wings he praised you like you were a toddler "wow I look so pretty, what ever would I do without you, Their so sleek and shiny just like yours,how could you do all of this so quickly" this coddling was interrupted by the buzzing of the oven that had the ribs in them " fuck yeah' he yelled before jumping out of bed and running towards the kitchen as you followed behind him to take them out when you took them out Adam just grabbed one of the burning hot ribs and shoved them in his mouth you looked at him shocked but he said " fucking delicious thanks babe" you heard the ribs FUCKING SIZZLE WHEN HE PICKED THEM UP
Besides that concerning discovery the dinner was pretty good he talked to you and seemed to enjoy the ribs a lot making your heart happy he then groaned "welp that was nice time for bed" you weren't tired and said "w-wait" but I was to late he picked you up and walked to the bed and threw you guys down on it " I said it was time for bed" Adam growled ignoring your protests as he feels asleep you were forced to sit their smushed in-between his arm and his chest For another 3 hours before you finally fell asleep against him
3 days later
it was finally the day were Adam got 7 whole days off no doing angel stuff he promised you guys would go do something and now you were he was dressing you up looking thur dresses while he was in his classic robe attire you guys were going to his favorite club for a date and you were so excited 1 because it was your first time out of his mansion in 2 months and 2 he was actually taking you on a date
adam then showed you a nice baby blue dress that fir very tightly on you he then said "yes yes that's the one so everyone will know how fucking smoking hot you are and THEY CANT HAVE YOU because your alllllllllllllllllll mine" the dress was very tight but you said it was okay because he said it looked cute on you so it had to
He then said "okay were both ready so lets go" you two walked out the door and heaven was just a pretty as it always was the huge building all the gold and marble and just everything as you two walking you heard people mumbling "how did Adam pull that girl" "must of bribed her or something" "wow shes hot shit" but you didn't humor them ignoring them and just focusing on Adam as you two walked to the club which he always talked about so you knew it was gonna be a lovely experience
as you two rounded the corner he said "prepare to be blown out of your fucking mind" then you saw it big flashy signs and a bouncer that said "come in sir" when he saw you and adam" when you two walked in you were seated in one of the best seats in the club were he ordered himself a large daiquiri and you a small red wine you guys drank and talked and listened to music as he blabbered his head off about story's that he told you a billion times but you didn't mind at all and you were with him it was all fine
Adam started to get a little drunk and started to get even more touchy and affectionate then he already was "nice t-t-tits bitch" he said words slurred "T-thank you" you said felling flattered but a little insulted at being called a bitch " can I have my rib back" Adam said before erupting in laughter "its okay even though you came from my r-rib your m-much fuckin hotter then in" he teased again before saying "when we get home I'm gonna fuck ya hard yeahhh gonna knock ya up give ya babys make ya all round gonna baby trap ya then you could Neva leave me" he said words slurred you were slightly annoyed by this and said "Adam having babys would be wonderful but I would never leave you, you know that right?" you said trying to reassure him "yeah yeah I fucking know I was just fucking around bitch" Adam said laughing a little before saying " I gotta fuckin piss I'll be right back" before standing up and leaving
you sat their fiddling with you thumbs waiting for adam to return when an angel came up to you he was unattractive in your standards so you didn't bat an eye that was until he said "hey baby you could do sooooo much better then him you know that" you tried to ignore him but he persisted "he treats you like trash right yeahhh I bet he does I would treat you like the queen you are" you get angry and said "fuck off I'm not going out with you or leaving him" the angel looks offended but then says well then I'll just give it a little sample then before punching you to the ground holding you down before trying to touch you private area he didn't even seem to notice Adam walking over to the stall
2 seconds later he was ripped of you and adam had never looked so angry before "YOU DARE TOUCH MY WIFE IN MY CLUB EVEN AFTER SHE SAID NO" he said in-between punches "Scum like you have no place in heaven" he said before snapping his fingers opening a portal to hell "wait no no no no no no please I'm sorry please nooooooooooo" he said before being sucked in before the portal closed Adam was panting looking like a rapid animal everyone in the club was looking at him " lets go babe" he said before grabbing your hand and flying out of the club back home
When you got home Adam said "fucking scum trying to hit on you I'm sorry you had to see that but he deserved it" he said still fuming "it's okay Adam" you said gently trying to calm him down but God he was so hot when he was angry it just brought out his dominate side which you found so hot he then walked over to the couch and sat down to watch his favorite show
this was your chance you thought he always was the one to ask to fornicate so it was your turn but you were to nervous to directly ask him from Adams perspective he was just sitting on the couch watching his favorite TV show when all of a sudden he felt something you... you were sitting on the floor in-between his legs rubbing your face against his soft bulge looking up at his longingly he was surprised and that well you were asking to fuck he giggled and said "that's one way to ask if you can suck my dick" before taking his underwear revealing his 35 cm dick complete erect he then teased "hope ya don't choke" before grabbed you by the hair and putting your mouth against his dick you gladly opened it and started to suck on it purring and playing with the soft tip arousing Adam even more 'good good girl" he said "I hope ya dont chock on it although that would be cute" he said in a low purr you were to preoccupied to listen and you just kept sucking him off rubbing your tongue against the veins bulging through and the gentle tip tickling him he then said "going all the way in" then shoving his whole dick down your throat you were surprised you did not gag maybe heaven does not have a gag reflex you thought while sucking it "that's it baby this is your dessert after all those drinks" he said as the bead of precum went down your throat it was so nice to have all his love and affection and to pleasure him it was just an addicting feeling Adam then blurted out " are you ready for you dessert " before pulling his dick partially out before cumming all onto your tongue letting you taste it "don't you dare spit it out" Adam said firmly as more ropes of cum went into your mouth. by the end your mouth was filled with his sticky salty cum you started to gulp it down as he cleaned himself up he laughed and said "Ya like your dessert because your gonna eat that EVERY DAY" before saying "its getting late lets go to bed
BONUS BC I LOVE YOU
as he was sleeping your played with his bulge it was soft and warm kinda like a pillow he was enjoying it as he blurted out "ugh yess" once and awhile it was just the perfect pillow you finally rested on his bulge using it like a pillow and fell asleep
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Part Four: Why'd You Only Call Me When You're Lonely?
Series Masterlist
Warnings: smut, language, references to cheating
A/N: This part includes a time jump of about six months into the future. I apologize in advance...🤭
This world is obsessed with morality. Its drilled into you as a child: lying is wrong, cheating is unethical, stealing is illegal. You're told that there are rules, with very little wiggle room left for interpretation, and when you break those rules, there are consequences to your actions.
As an adult, there are still rules, sure, but short of committing an actual crime, most of the time, the only thing you'll be left to face when you make a morally wrong choice is your conscience. That, and a guilt that will eat you alive.
It's why your stomach turned every time you relived your nights with Jack in your mind, even though it was the best sex you'd had in your life. It's also why your boyfriend of three years had just admitted to cheating on you.
"Baby, please, say something." Darien's voice drug you kicking and screaming back to reality. You shut your eyes tight, and opened them again, hoping that you were just in the midst of the worst nightmare ever.
Please wake the fuck up.
"If you want to scream, cry, hit me, anything, do it. I just can't stand the silence." You tightly gripped the arms of your chair, digging your nails into the leather. His pitiful tone made your skin crawl. You looked at Darien as he sat across from you, and for the first time, you saw him how the world saw him, the rose colored glasses shattered before you.
Sad, boring, a pathetic excuse for a man.
You had given him the best three years of your life, short of the last 72 hours, and he had the nerve to throw it away to fuck some girl.
The sound that left your mouth when you finally opened it was akin to a witch's cackle.
"Is there something funny?" Darien gave you an incredulous look as you continued to laugh, your face quickly heating up as you struggled to catch a breath. He balled up his fists in anger, standing to pace the room. "I tell you that I slept with someone else, and all you can do is laugh?" Darien spat at you, rage building in his chest. It was like watching a toddler throw a tantrum after you told him he couldn't have dessert.
The longer you watched, the sorrier you felt for him, and the more you laughed. He had no idea that he had given you the out that you'd been waiting for. Sure, this was your karma for what you had done. You could accept that you were just as guilty as he was, but your penitence came with a reward. You no longer had to feel any guilt for cheating on him. If you knew this is what freedom felt like, you would have cheated on him a lot sooner.
"I'm sorry, its just...", you paused to wipe the tears from your lashes, "I thought I would care a lot more than I do, ya know?" You simply shrugged, but you might as well have lit him on fire, the way he reacted.
"Do you fuckin' care that this wasn't the first time we slept together? We've been sleeping together for months, every work trip. Sometimes we'd just meet up at a hotel to fuck." Darien's face was inches from yours, you could smell the cheap beer on his breath. He threw his words at you with the intention to hurt you and further wound your relationship, but you couldn't wound something that was already dead.
Darien staggered back as you stood. "Do you feel better now?", you asked as you shrugged on your coat and grabbed your bag. "Anything else you want to get off your chest tonight?" He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze dropping to the ground as the adrenaline wore off. "Hey, don't stop now on my account.", you threw your words over your shoulder as you found your keys.
"Where are you going?", he gritted out between clenched teeth, as you opened the door.
"None of your business", you bit back. God, it felt good to not have to lie. "I want you out of here by Sunday." You punctuated your words with a slam of the door as you left your apartment.
You figured you had a couple of minutes before the shock of what had just happened would hit you, and you didn't want to lose any momentum. The only thing you could think of was Jack, and how much you needed to see him right now.
He picked up on the second ring. "Are you okay?" He sounded worried. "Yeah, I'm okay." You shuffled your feet on the sidewalk, trying to keep warm as you listened to the silence between the two of you for a second. "One second." You heard movement in the background, a rustling, before it was quiet again. You assumed that she was there and Jack had to move to a different room so she wouldn't hear your conversation.
"Why are you calling?" It had only been a couple hours since you'd seen Jack, your call definitely came as a surprise to him. "I need to see you. Can I come to your hotel room?" You held your breath, waiting for him to respond. He let out a long sigh.
"No."
You felt a pain in your chest at his rejection. All of the confidence you'd just gained from finally standing up for yourself and what you wanted, was lost. You had to have Jack, it was the only thing you were sure of right now, and you'd do anything to get him. You weren't sure you were going to make it through the night without his touch.
"Please?" You weren't above begging. How easily you had fallen to your knees in front of him before. There was no doubt who held the cards.
"You belong to me, always will." You repeated those words over and over in your head.
His pause felt like it lasted for days.
"I'll send a car to come get you."
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SIX MONTHS LATER
You didn't know it at the time, but six months ago, you had willingly walked into the lion's den and set up home there. You signed your life away to live in the shadows with Jack, and for some twisted reason, you'd never been happier.
There were rules of course; any indecent relationship has rules.
You kept communication to a minimum and never called, only texted. You would never meet at each other's places, only at a secondary location, never the same place twice, that Jack would send you the location to. Whenever he traveled for work, you traveled as well, visiting countries you'd only dreamed of traveling to as a kid, sometimes barely leaving your hotel room.
After your breakup with Darien, Jack moved you into an apartment on the Upper East Side. It was larger than any apartment you'd ever lived in before, decorated with furniture that cost more than you made in a month at your job. The same job that you eventually ended up quitting at Jack's request. You hated that dead end job, so you didn't even hesitate turning in your two weeks notice.
"Its for your own protection", Jack warned, and in turn for your sacrifice, you never wanted for anything.
Clothes, shoes, vacations, it didn't matter.
If you asked for it, it was yours.
You didn't know anyone who wouldn't kill to be in your designer shoes.
The only rule you couldn't stand but still followed: never talk or ask about her.
For all intents and purposes, at least in the public eye, Jack was in a loving, committed relationship with Claire Barbour-Beckham. That was the name of the woman you'd met in the elevator that first night.
Claire. Even her name sounded bitchy.
She was American royalty, heir to the Barbour-Beckham publishing empire, a model, and soon to be billionaire, once her father passed on the throne. Her resume was impressive, much to your annoyance, and even you had to admit they looked good together.
The musical mogul and the model, that old love story. Those always end well.
In front of the cameras they were the perfect couple, two young kids who had fallen in love by chance, but behind closed doors, they were anything but happy. You knew, because most nights when Jack summoned you, he was quiet and tense, and in the throws of passion he would let it slip how miserable she made him.
You served a role for him. You were a direct juxtaposition to the life he had with Claire. You were the slut to her prude, the calm to her unrest, a dirty secret that he could hide from prying eyes. Just as he told you, you belonged to him, and when the two of you were together, even if it was just for a moment, it was like the rest of the world didn't exist.
In the back of your mind, you knew you were nothing more than the other woman, but it didn't matter to you. The way he touched you, spoke to you, god, the way he fucked you till you saw stars, made you feel special, important, if only in his eyes.You even started to let yourself believe that maybe he belonged to you as well.
You were falling in love with Jack Harlow. You were just hoping you wouldn't come to regret it.
****
The last couple of nights Jack had gone radio silent with you. You sent text after text trying to get his attention, but they all went unanswered. You would have even thought to break one of the rules, but you quickly went from annoyed to anxious. Jack would always respond to your texts, even if they were one word answers.
You hesitated before pressing his number in your phone. You counted the rings, one, two, three, four, tapping your foot impatiently with each one.
"Hello?" The woman's voice on the other line startled you. You quickly hung up, tossing your phone on to the floor, a hand clamped over your mouth to suppress your scream. You were sure your heart was going to beat out of your chest as you paced your apartment. Your fingers and toes went numb as you stared at your phone. You weren't sure what you were expecting; for her to call back, demanding to know who had called her boyfriend at midnight?
You had been staring at the screen for hours when you finally got a notification.
Jack: We're leaving for Louisville first thing in the morning. Be ready at 6am.
****
You expected Jack to be upset with you when you met up at the jet the next morning, but if anything he was more affectionate than usual, kissing and touching you in front of his security team. There was no usual quickie in the airplane bathroom, Jack instead pulling you into his lap and resting his head on your chest as the two of you fell asleep for the rest of the flight.
When he left you in his apartment that morning to go to the studio, a kiss to your forehead as he was heading out the door, it was the first time you felt like you weren't playing house for a couple of hours until he had to go back to his real life. You got a taste of what it might have been to live in the light, no shame for what you were doing, night after night.
You were stepping out of the shower, starting to get ready for dinner when you heard the front door quickly open and slam shut. You wrapped a towel around your body before walking out into the kitchen. Jack had a tight grip on the kitchen counter, his head bowed, not having heard you walk in.
You could feel the heat and anger radiating off of his body from where you stood, his face a deep red. A small cough from you made his head shoot up in your direction. For a second, you could have sworn you saw his eyes soften as he looked at you before his stoic expression returned.
"Get in the bedroom." He barked out as he shed his jacket, throwing it on the counter. You tightened your towel around your chest. "Jack, is something w-?"
"Now!" His booming voice echoed through the apartment. You clenched your thighs together, feeling yourself growing wet at his commands as you walked back to the bedroom. You allowed your towel to drop to the floor and slowly climbed on top of the mattress, laying on your stomach. You listened to Jack's footsteps as he walked around the room getting undressed, before you felt his knee dip into the mattress.
"You don't know how badly I need you right now." His gruff voice was a stark contrast to the way he touched you, gently caressing your skin. You felt his soft fingers graze against the back of your thighs, climbing up toward your ass where he grabbed a handful, making you groan out. He used a knee to push your legs further apart, forcing you up onto your knees, presenting your glistening core to him. You shivered as he drug a finger through your folds, feeling how wet you were. "I love how you're always so wet for me."
"Mhm." You nodded, gripping the sheets in your fists, your chest pressed against the bed. You looked back over your shoulder, watching Jack stroke himself before he lined himself up with your entrance. "Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you." Your back arched instinctively as he began to push himself inside your pussy, slowly at first so you could adjust to his length. You could only moan out, the fullness taking your breath away.
You felt a hard slap come down on one of your ass cheeks when you didn't comply. "Tell me how badly you want it, or we're done here." You whimpered, feeling the sting against your skin. You pushed your hips against his pelvis to try to initiate movement, but he held you in place, his digits digging into the delicate flesh of your hips.
"Fuck, I want you to fuck me so hard, Jack, please", you cried out as you felt him begin to pull out of you.
"What's our safe word?", he asked as he slowly started to move his hips back and forth. "Waldorf", you squeaked out, feeling the coil in your stomach already begin to tighten. With your confirmation he set a vicious pace, thrusting himself in and out of your pussy so forcefully, you couldn't steady yourself, collapsing onto the bed, completely at his mercy.
"Fuck, you feel so good. So fuckin' tight." Jack gritted out, never faltering as he felt warmth start to pool into his stomach. It didn't take much to get you off when he was this rough with you, the friction each time he hit against your clit was quickly bringing you to your climax. He felt your walls flutter around him as your orgasm quickly came crashing down on you, moans and squeals rolling off your tongue as he continued to fuck you.
"Jack", your voice was just above a whisper. "Jack, please." You needed a second to catch your breath, the sensation overwhelming, but he had no intention of slowing down. He was like an animal, his weight beginning to fall on top of you, pushing him deeper inside of your pussy, till it was almost too much. You called his name again, but his guttural, loud grunts drowned you out.
"Waldorf!", you finally called out just as you hit your second orgasm, beginning to panic. Jack pulled away from you immediately, realizing he had quickly lost control. You rolled onto your back, your chest heaving as you watched him stand at the foot of the bed, his face riddled with worry.
"I'm sorry, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He broke character, his eyes roaming your body for any potential bruises. "Fuck!", he raked his hands through his hair, grabbing fistfuls in frustration.
"I'm fine", you reassured him, sitting up in the bed. "I just needed a minute. You didn't hurt me. C'mere, please." You opened your arms out to him, inviting him to lay with you. Jack moved to hover over you, his hands framing your face. You pulled his body on top of you when you felt him hesitate, wrapping your legs around his waist.
"I don't wanna do this without you", Jack whispered as he stroked your cheek. "Do what, baby?", you asked as you stroked the curls at the nape of his neck. His gaze dropped to your lips, gently moving in to kiss you before peppering kisses along your jawline. "I'm sorry", he mumbled against your skin. You nodded, feeling like he was apologizing for more than the rough sex. "I know, baby. I know", you repeated as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, taking a few deep breaths.
You'd only been in love a few times in your life, but you knew what it felt like. It was nothing like what you saw in movies as a teenager. That butterflies in your stomach, can't sleep, can't eat type of love was bullshit in your opinion. It wasn't real, a fleeting feeling that was quickly replaced with resentment when you realized they didn't feel the same.
The way you'd come to know Jack, the one who wasn't forced to play games for the public, was the Jack that you came to love. While most people would scoff at your relationship, you knew that you saw a side of him that no one else got to see, stripped down, vulnerable, without any preconceived notions about who he was or what he could offer. The "baring your soul to each other" kind of love was the only type of loved that mattered to you. Its what you had with Jack.
Your turned your head, your lips grazing against his ear. "I love you, Jack."
You felt his breath hitch against your chest, frozen for a second, before he pushed himself off of you.
"No." He shook his head as he stood up. "No you don't."
"What? Yes, I love you, Jack." You sat up in the bed, covering yourself with the sheets. "I love you so much."
"Stop saying that. You don't know what you're talking about." Jack stepped back into his boxers and jeans, leaving you in the room. You felt your eyes start to burn as tears built in your lashes. You knees felt week as you tried to stand up. Jack was back in the kitchen, the same spot you found him when he came home.
"How can you say I don't love you?", you choked out between tears. Jack resisted the urge to look at you, knowing he wouldn't be able do what he needed to do if he got one look at your face. "Because we barely know each other. You don't know anything about me." His hand hurt from balling his fists up so tight. You were sobbing at this point, unable to hold back your tears.
"I do know you!", you took steps towards him, but he turned his back to you. You continued anyway. "I know you're kind. I know you'd do anything to protect me. I know that you love me too, even if you can't admit it yet."
"Stop!" You jumped when Jack pounded his fist on the counter. As he turned to look at you, you recognized the face he had on. It was the same one that Darien had when you tried to kiss him that night before he admitted his wrongdoing. Disgust.
"There is not a part of me that loves you. You were just good for a fuck when I got bored. Nothing else." You thought you were going to throw up everywhere.
"I love Claire." You shook your head in disbelief, wiping the wetness off of your cheeks. "No, I don't believe it for a second. You don't fuck me, touch me, kiss me the way you do, and love her. I don't believe you!" You grabbed a glass that was sitting on the counter, chucking it at him, the cup completely missing him and crashing onto the floor behind him. You let out a huff, willing yourself not to start crying again.
"I do love her." Jack softly punched his fist repeatedly into the counter, hesitating with his next words. "We're engaged." He muttered out. "We're getting married in a couple of weeks."
You felt a white hot burning across your body like you'd just been stabbed in the stomach, all air leaving your chest. Your knees buckled underneath you as you fell to the ground.
You were so, so wrong about everything. It wasn't the guilt that was going to eat you alive, it was the heartbreak. Could you really feel bad for someone who walked into the lion's den stupid enough to think they wouldn't get hurt?
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╰ ⋆ ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ! ❞ ଓ.° ╮
FEAT. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ mikage reo
CONTENTS. fem!reader x mikage reo, profanity, mutual pinning, best friends to lovers, frustrating slow burn boo
SUMMARY. you and mikage reo go way back, since second year of jr high. yet who knew you'd fall for your one and only best friend.
W/C. 15.2k
A/N. good fuckin' tangina this is done. i didn't even expect it to take this damn long. here's to the ( possibily ) longest mikage reo oneshot in ur lives bc damn imma sleep now. im too tired to proofread u gais r on ur own omg. @17020 @adorlings @lov3nagi uhh who else ugh whatever goodnight at 6:30am
⠀⠀⠀⠀ “you’re pretty good.” the bustling sound of ‘high score!’ rings through your ears along with the sounds of loud gaming machines with the occasional ‘k.o!’ from a fighting game. your hues look directly at the ball which swishes through the net and the record of the machine changing from the bright led light of 48 to 62. the ball spins in your hand momentarily as you throw it once more despite the timer already ticking to zero— just for fun. “thanks, i’m actually on the basketball team.”
“no wonder, you beat the record.” periwinkle strands matching with his eyes look at the score you hit before directing his eyes to where yours was. the boy smiles, one which you easily reciprocate as you point at the blinking number 60 on his side of the basketball game. “you did pretty good yourself, you also beat the record on your machine.”
“what can i say?” the young boy shrugs his shoulders, making you chuckle at his easy going attitude— he surely did interest you lots. you pick up your school bag and blazer you had thrown to the ground upon arriving at your game, quickly putting on your belongings as you notice him also grab hold of his school bag, one which you recognize to also be in jr high.
“you’re cool, i’m yn.” you outstretch your hand to him with a smile. he takes your hand, showing you a smile of his own that made you want to melt on the spot. the sound of his voice brings you quickly back to reality, “i’m mikage reo.”
the more you soak in the features of this boy the more something in you just wanted to tell you to stay, even the warmth of reo’s hand was like calming a sea of uneasiness. there was something in his violet diamonds that allured you like a moth to a fire. but you knew you had no luxury to find the truth so easily.
“hate to be rude, but you’re kinda screaming rich boy.” you wanted to distract yourself from this bubbling interest, quickly pulling your hand away that had seemed to hold on for a bit too long on to his. your smile wavers slightly though not noticeable to the human eye. with a lighthearted joke, you continue your conversation with him. “and your name sounds like the—”
“heir to the mikage corporation? yeah, that’s me.” your jaw almost drops at his response, staring at his handsome stature. you blink your lashes a couple of times, letting the new information click in until it finally processes properly. your gasp surprises reo, raising a brow at your sudden change of attitude once he revealed the truth about his background. “no way, you’re a rich boy and pretty boy?”
“i guess so? thanks, you’re pretty too.” reo didn’t know how to reply back to your words, in fact he found you odd. usually at this point, maybe people would suck up to him for connections, yet you didn’t. “you’re flattering, really.” you were… refreshing to him. the boy grins, changing his confusion that that of a more comfortable look. “let’s keep in touch, yeah?”
the way your eyes lit up at his question made him internally chuckle, he had to admit it, you’re cute. “i’d love to!” reo goes and reaches for his pocket, taking out his phone to gesture to you to exchange contacts. “do you have line?”
you look slightly bewildered at his actions, staring at the line home screen to add contacts. “uhm, email or number works, is that okay?” you nervously look through your bag, lifting up your rather outdated flip phone at him. “i know, i really need a new phone but it’s a hand me down. hope you don’t mind.”
“i can get you a new one.” reo says so instantaneously that it catches you off guard. you blink your pretty lashes at the look of his raised brow, waiting for the answer. shock is instantly running through you as your face scrunches up, “what?”
“i’m serious, you’re my friend now and you seem like you’re struggling with that.” to say you were speechless was an understatement, he couldn’t be serious, right? though the look on his face is unwavering you start to think— he’s serious. “hold on! i appreciate the offer but that’s too much, seriously.”
“here,” you quickly grab hold of his phone, quickly typing in your contact information to his number. you lift the device, creating a peace sign with your free hand as you click the button to create a contact photo for yourself. as you finish it up, you hand the phone back to reo before spinning on your heels out of the arcade. “text me later, alright? let’s meet up again, mikage! i gotta head to work!”
reo watches as your figure disappears from his view. he can’t help but smile to himself at your rather honest and odd antics, he was going to lie to himself that he tried to test you earlier if you were just going to use him for his money; and you didn’t disappoint. this encounter would forever be burned into his mind, for better or for worse.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ “she’s pretty, think i could get her number?” a male classmate say out to his group mates, the female of the group letting out a small chuckle at him. “pfft, i thought you’d want a girl with more class?” the boy sends her a smirk, shrugging his shoulders. “hey, maybe she’ll let me be her sugar daddy? i got the money for it.”
‘what assholes.’ it’s not like reo didn’t want to be there, it was more or so he had no choice but to be with the other three students from his class. what did he expect though? he knew that they only chose him for his relations and connections, and for the fact that it wasn’t going to be the last instance like this to happen.
“oh, here she comes!” one of the other guys smacks their friend by the forearm, slightly pointing a finger towards the waiter discreetly. everyone but reo was whisper yelling their cheers to the male who had gotten his words ready in his mind to say. “get ready.”
“here are your orders—” this voice. immediately the boy turns his head to the side, eyes going into contact with your jewels. “yn?” there was a small pause in the air, your hand had reached out to place a drink down on the table. you felt a part of your locks drop from your shoulders due to the angle of you hovering over. “mikage?”
“you work here?” reo being surprised at your appearance was an understatement, and you seeing reo at the cafe you worked part-time at was also a pleasant discovery for you. after placing down the rest of the orders the table had gotten you prompted yourself up to a more relaxed position upright, a hand pushing back the lock of hair which fell earlier. “yeah, surprise to see you here!”
“that’s why you’re always so busy.” he jokes, jabbing at you since you did tell him that you had other plans and bailed out on him last week due to a sudden work shift. you can’t help but smile at him. “work and basketball, i’m a busy body myself.”
“clearly. just take rests too.” reo scoffs at you, knowing full well that your life revolved working shifts like a dog and playing ball after school with little to no social life left for you. rolling your eyes you can’t help but scoff back at his slightly nagging nature. “yeah, yeah, i heard you, mikage.” waving a hand out, you dismiss what he says. “anyways, i’ll be right back. i’ll bring that latte over for you.”
“yeah, go ahead.” without another word you nod your head at the other three, walking away from their table to go back to the front counter. just as you were out of ear shot all eyes direct themselves to reo with questions flying out their mouths. “yo! you know her?”
“we met at the arcade playing on the basketball machine.” one of the guys wraps an around reo’s shoulders as he grins at him. “cool, she plays sports too huh.” interested, the female soon asks her question as well; all surprised to see reo know the same girl their classmate was after. “what school does she go to?”
“i remember her telling me she went to teiko.” reo says, sighing a bit as he removes his classmate’s arm off his body. the other boy is astonished by the fact, “woah, that powerhouse? the kiseki no sedai are there!” “think she knows kise ryouta?” his girl classmate urgently asks, yet all these questions were tiring reo out. the two know of each other, and it was just around two weeks ago, it annoyed him a bit that rather than finishing what they came there for he was being interrogated. “dunno, ask her yourself.”
“alright, here’s your latte.” just when another question could be fired at reo, you had came and placed the last glass of the order down on the table. gods, did reo was good to see you come back so fast and save him from his classmates. “hey, i got a question for you.” you hum in response, looking at her after you put down the tissues and straws for them. “you’re from teiko, right? do you know kise ryouta?”
“ryouta? he’s a friend of mine, what about him?” though slightly odded out, this was once again a norm for you. “great! could you give me his number?” being on the basketball team of an infamous school really had its perks and cons, and seeing how you watched the girl search through her school bag to fish out her phone meant that it was going to be one of those days.
“can’t do that.” she stops her actions and twists her brows towards your direction. “what, why?” you shrug your shoulders at her, blunt as possible since this scenario played so many times in your life already. “i don’t know you.” the small glare is evident on the girl’s features, “fujmoto tsukina, second year jr high. now you know me, will you give it to me now?”
“i don’t just give ryouta’s number to anyone.” you were quite surprised when something like this first happened, you’d thought some people would have common sense but clearly they were either shameless or pushy. the girl at the table pouts, crossing her arms and slumping back on to her seat. “ugh, fine.” was it another fangirl crushed? definitely.
reo had to admit that you were a charismatic character, seeing your ideals and beliefs showed what type of person you were in his eyes. you were so different than all the others around him that he can’t help but be attracted at the single thought of you. noticing the gaze reo had on you makes you beam a smile, one which felt so different to him compared to the ones you gave his classmates. “if there’s nothing else that you need, i’ll be going now.”
“wait, what about your number?”
‘he still asked for it.’ reo internally sighs to himself, glancing at you to see what your reaction would be to being asked that question. ‘what’s your answer, yn?’ your body pauses for a moment, though you stand up properly and send your customer service smile towards the boy. “you’re not my type.” and without another word you walk away from the table.
“damn! she shut you down bro!” reo is beyond baffled at what you said, starting to laugh at himself the moment you were out of ear shot. it was like the more you were around the more life felt so… lively. the rest of the group pout and huff at your words, yet reo was starting to take such an interest in you. “mikage, you sure you’re friends with her?”
“right! she’s so stingy!” the female of the group groans, remembering the interaction itself annoyed her. as soon as reo hears those words leave from her mouth he starts to frown, staring at her with furrowed brows and a dark look. “don’t talk about yn like that.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀ “you off your shift?” the look of shock on your face was almost priceless in reo’s books, a small chuckle erupting from his mouth as you stood there with wide eyes. after collecting yourself, you couldn’t help but also laugh with him— you knew you probably looked funny. “what’s this? you stalking me now?”
“i just thought i’d walk you home, it’s getting pretty dark.” he was right. the sun had already changed skies with the moon that barely illuminated both your bodies, yet with the help of the tokyo street lights were you able to see him there. reo did scare you, but regardless of that you found it comforting that it was him out of anyone else in the world.
“aren’t you sweet.” the boy sends you a toothy grin, one you can’t help but send one back. gripping hold of your school bag you make your way towards his figure, leading him towards your home. “were those your friends?”
“you could say that.” reo flatly responds to you, thinking back to the group that he was with in the cafe. “we were working on a school project.” you nod your head remembering how they interacted towards each other. “i noticed. you didn’t seem too close with them.”
“yeah, sorry about that. i know they were being kinda rude to you.” he sighs as his right hand goes to rub the nape of his neck, to say that he was embarrassed and felt bad for you was an understatement. reo knew that to some extent you had to be professional due to the fact that a word from them could get you fired. you giggle at how he reacts, feeling his honesty which noticed that many privileged like him don’t usually have. “i appreciate your concern, mikage, but i’ve dealt with worse.”
“hey,” with that simple word the conversation resets to another, your giggling dialling down as you stop to listen to what he has to say. “what’s up?” “y’know, you can call me reo.” you blink in astonishment, seeing the look of seriousness on visual. it was as if he was in a board meeting for god’s sake! but then again, it has only been a few weeks since your last encounter with him and it was the second time you saw him in person was today. maybe he just rather be called by his first name?
“sure we aren’t going too fast?”
“what?”
“in this relationship.”
“huh—?!” the shocked look of wide eyes and a blush that hid under the darkness of the night sky is what causes you to burst out in laughter as you clutch your stomach. “i’m just kidding! don’t get your panties in a knot, pretty boy.”
“you’re so unexpected.” it takes reo a second to recover from your joke, cheeks pouted out for a few moments. his head is a bit jumbled by what you said to him, who wouldn’t? he watches as you finish your laughing fit, wiping a tear of joy from your eyes after witnessing an award winning expression. “i get that a lot.”
“well, this is my apartment.” you point to the building right around the corner in a quiet neighbourhood, it had a modern look to it with a slightly old infrastructure. you lead him up the stairs to the second floor and stop at the very last door that had number fourteen on it. you go through your school bag to take out your keys. “did you want to come inside?”
“sure, if that’s alright with you.” since he was there and had time to spare he thought why not? it was you who invited him in the first place as well. “it’s no problem,” you nod your head and turn the doorknob for the place to open up. you take a step in and open the lights to the entrance of your cosy apartment, “a bit cramped so i hope you don’t mind. make yourself at home though.”
he answers with a hum, mumbling out ‘pardon for the intrusion’ before taking a step in your home. reo takes off his shoes and places it beside where you have left yours, noticing that there wasn’t many shoes on the rack. “do you live by yourself?”
“yeah, my parents are always abroad so it’s just me.” you casually throw your bag on your sofa as you make your way to your kitchen not even bothering to turn the lights on. it was already such an exhausting day for you. from basketball practice in the morning and a full shift having to deal with rather rude customers; yet you can’t really complain since you chose that sort of lifestyle.
“it’s probably not as big as your mansion, but here,” opening up your freezer you grab hold of a popsicle, taking out the wrapper and snapping it in half. “i know you just ate but share this with me.” reo looks at your hand as you make your way towards him, he gives a rather odded out expression as you direct the other half of the popsicle to him. you chuckle and urge him to take it, one which he hesitates to take. “thanks.”
you shot one of your signature smiles at him, though to reo your smile just made his heart skip a beat. with a smile that elegant he felt like he was dreaming. what was this feeling? the more he steps closer to you as you make your way towards such a small balcony, watching as you lean on the railings while the wind plays with your hair, hell, even the curtains started to dance along the night breeze. the way the moon shines down and blesses your skin was like looking at a goddess, and reo knew in this moment you were much more than just a simple girl he met at an arcade.
“from now on let’s stick together, reo.”
this was where mikage reo knew he found his treasure.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ “oh look at these,” you stop by a stall on the way to the train station, a shop which sells charms of all sorts. your eyes land on a minimalistic phone charm which had a golden bell and a deep plum stone connected to it all with a white string. you point at the object catching your friend’s attention, “it’s so cute reo!”
the two of you were on the way to meet up with nagi at an arcade on a wonderful saturday afternoon, the sun shining on both your figures to warm up the skin on your bodies. nagi who was late as per usual was not yet there, and reo who had went to pick you up from your apartment earlier that day had suggested you might as well browse around and look at the things in tokyo.
“those are real amethyst.” the elderly shopkeeper states, smiling at the two of you to urge you closer to her booth. reo didn’t care much if it was real or not, but the way he watches your body looks at the charms with so much interest he couldn’t help himself. “we’ll take two.” “wha—” it wasn’t the first, and it will never be the last where reo would impulsively buy something just because you mentioned it, you love the thought, but it weighed down on your consciousness that in the long run he has spent a lot on you subconsciously.
“close your mouth yn, you’ll catch a fly.” reo lets out a chuckle, glancing at your flabbergasted expression with amusement. the boy fishes out his wallet to pay for two of the exact ones you had pointed out earlier. “why did you buy it?” you pout at the boy who soon hands you one of the charms, the two of you sitting down at the side to attach it to your phones.
“it looked nice.” though he won’t say it verbally that it was because you like it, he genuinely thought that the charms you saw were beautiful pieces. he pops his phone case off, wrapping the small section of string through the holes intended for the charm to go in “besides, these are best friend charms for the both of us.”
“that’s a first.” mirroring reo’s actions, you stop when he places his hand to you for him to wrap the charm himself for you. though reluctant, you gave your phone to him, a smartphone which he forced you to take two years ago saying that it’ll ‘help’ him contact you better. you knew he was bullshitting and was just giving you excuses to receive the phone.
“i can give it to nagi if you don’t want it.” he gives you a side eye, taking the charm and halting his movements from putting it on your phone case. you gasp at him, obviously offended to why he would suggest that. “don’t you dare!”
you lunge forward at reo, but due to that guy’s superior physique he stretches his arm faster than you could grab the charm from him. one hand landing on the other side of reo’s body and your other hand outstretched to the sky, yet even with your efforts you couldn’t reach the charm. lady luck really wasn’t on your side today, leaning a bit too fast caused your momentum to throw yourself on reo, and the boy securingly wraps his arm around your waist so you wouldn’t tumble and fall.
if you let out a breath now, reo would for sure feel the graze of your lips moving ever so slightly on his. both hues stare so deeply at the other, faces centimetres away with noses touching each other as light as a feather falling. it was cliché, and the both of you knew that. yet you can’t help this feeling of attraction to your best friend, it was like your heart was beating in sync with his.
as reo lets go of your waist you sit up just as fast as you look away from him, hands laying on your lap with your cheeks turn into a pink blaze. you manage to croak out a measly, “i’m sorry” to him where he just nods at you. the both of you didn’t know how long you were in that position, but was enough to make your hearts go in a frenzy. the sa
words cannot describe such a feeling of catharsis that threatens to escape through the heart— was it really worth the risk?
“just don’t get upset yn.” he wasn’t too sure if you were alright with the silence, but reo knew for a fact it didn’t sit well with him at all. as a sigh came out from his mouth, he tried to ignore the fact that the tips of his ears were burning a bright red colour. with that one comment alone you reset back to your conversation. “you threatened to give our friendship charms to him!”
“thought you didn’t want it.” the boy flat out states something from earlier, but you roll your eyes at him, finally looking at the face that mocks you teasingly. “i do though!” you grab hold of your phone case once more, hand out for the charm as this time he finally obliges and has it to you. reo watches as your slender fingers work with the string to put it into your case. you finish by putting your case back on your phone
“because look, we’re matching.” you take reo’s phone from his lap and hold the two devices side by side to show him. lo’ and behold the two charms matching with both your phones. your grin doesn’t fail to make the boy’s feel some type of way. just the way you smile at him is enough to question why you weren’t in his arms.
“wherever i am, you’ll always have a piece of me with you.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀ “when do you plan on telling yn we’re going to this blue lock?” nagi mumbled, eyes focusing on his phone as he tries to win a fighting game. him and reo recently finished school club activities, walking back to their respective places. nagi momentarily moves his eyes to glance at reo who shows the look of distraught on his face. “i was going to visit her today after work to let her know we were going.”
“she’s not gonna be happy.” reo’s white-haired friend stated, a groan leaving the said male’s lips just thinking about how upset you’d be when you hear the entirety of what the project is about. “i know.”
“well i’ll leave you to do that, i’m going home.” nagi had no interest in your guys’ quarrel, especially knowing since he’d felt the terror of ln yn before. so this was an off limits final boss that he had no magic armour to participate in. reo shoots a semi-small glare, knowing as much as nagi that the situation was less than optimal but is undeniably unavoidable. “thanks for the support.”
“no problem. i’m tired, so tell yn i said hi.” he gives reo a thumbs up as a sign of good luck against the final boss, waving his hand right after he had done the same. “yeah, i’ll see you nagi.” the second year heaves in a small breath, walking towards where you worked. the automatic doors open once they notice his presence, and there you were.
his plum hues land on your figure that had been helping with a customer over the counter, your signature customer service smile so bright as you hand the bag of goods to the person. reo wasn’t going to deny it, as many times he had seen you in uniform for work, your beauty never ceases to blow him away. be it at work or just a bare face, he knows you made him feel such a warmth in his stomach.
“reo! just give me a second, i gotta have to clock out.” it took him a moment to realize you were already standing in front of his figure with the smile that causes his stomach to go through twists and turns. reo nods his head, smiling back at you. “take your time.” he watches as you wave your hand out, bidding you a short ‘bye!’ before you grab hold of your water bottle and head to the staff room to change.
reo walks out the store, waiting by the entrance of the building as he continues to check through his social media to see what the world was up to— not much interested him really. despite having his phone in his hand, the thought of your sad look that may grace such visuals made his heart crack just a bit. why did it hurt like this?
“alright, i’m all done! thanks for waiting for me.” your voice breaks him out of his train of thought, eyes scanning your once work uniform now in your school attire. reo nods his head to show you that he heard you, a smile to greet your figure as you take your position beside him.
the walk home seemed… awkward on your end. it was unusual for reo to seem tense around you, and he knew that you knew he was hiding what was on his mind. with an expression that shows reo’s slightly furrowed brows and droopy eyes, it wasn’t hard to tell that he was distracted.
“hey, i gotta tell you something.” you flinch at his sudden words, much to your surprise he was the first to break the silence. your mouth was already open, yet he beat you to it— perhaps knowing how awkward he was making this. “what’s up?”
“me and nagi got accepted to this blue lock to train for football.” a small gasp leaves your lips, a grin spreading from ear to ear. immediately your first response was to jump hug him ( one which you gained a habit from nagi ). a loud giggle runs through reo’s ears, his body slightly leaning forward due to your leap on him. “that’s great! you guys are aiming to be the best in the world!”
“here’s the thing,” reo starts as he sucks a breath in, his tone was far from happy which causes you to raise your brows at his rather negative reaction. “i don’t know how long i’ll be gone.” your movements stop as your arms remove itself from around reo’s neck, much to his dismay. you regain your posture, standing up straight to face him, the smile on your face slowly drops at the news. “you’re leaving?”
“just temporarily.” it hurt reo to see this look on your face, it burns his heart knowing the smile falters from such a face like yours. you couldn’t lie to him even if you told you weren’t happy with his decision, but who were you to stop him from his dreams? it’s a hard pill to swallow, but you never wanted to get in the way of him and his future so you can’t help but put on a smile, “don’t make me wait too long.”
“and then what? are you gonna leave me?” he didn’t really want to hear the answer, even if he was praying to the gods that keep you from answering it. reality was always inevitable in many ways than one, and that included you.
“of course not.” to reo, your smile was as angelic as the day he met you. the wind plays with the locks of your hair, causing you to lift your hand up and put the strands behind your ear. reo can’t deny it, just your existence alone made his heart beat out of his chest— winning the world cup was almost a side quest to him in that moment.
“i’ll just miss you too much.”
and that’s how mikage reo knew he had fallen in love with you.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ “hey, yn’s working right now right?” reo notices that nagi had been texting you, or so they were notifications from three hours ago. the white haired boy nods his head at him, showing the chat which just consisted of you and nagi talking about how work was ever so busy on your end. “hmm, yeah, said she got a full shift.”
“you know when it ends?” reo quickly scans the text messages that nagi was willing to show him, but the boy shrugs his shoulders after trying to recall what you had texted earlier that morning. “beats me… you text her.”
“woah, hold up.” multiple blue lock players freeze on the spot when they hear their conversation, stopping whatever they were doing and stare at the two boys who only hum in confusion. “‘she’?” another presses on, moving towards nagi and reo while a few others follow suit. the lot of them were in shibuya having a break from training, and were hanging out until the topic of you disrupted the flow of things.
“who’s yn?” the first to ask is isagi, just as interested as everyone to hear your name being casually dropped in a conversation with nagi. to him it was the first to see reo be interested in something other than the said boy, so he couldn’t help himself but be curious. chigiri gapes at reo a bit, “is she your girlfriend or something?”
“she’s my best friend!” reo yells out rather too defensively which makes many of them question his feelings for you. the boys snicker, not even bothering to respond back as the smirks and evil grins some of them had only made the lilac haired footballer to lift a fist up along with his middle finger.
“i thought i was your best friend?” nagi was nowhere near offended, in fact he didn’t mind at all since he knew how reo looked at you. before the rich boy could answer back nagi heaves a sigh and leans his head on the table, “well, it don’t matter anyways… you want yn to be your girlfriend.”
“don’t just say shit like that, nagi!” reo screams out, making nagi only close his eyes, lips pursing into an ‘x’ like shape as he takes both of his index fingers and plugs it into his ears; mumbling things along the line that he was being too loud.
“oh, now we gotta meet ‘er!” the black haired boy; karasu gets up from his seat which causes a chain reaction where the other boys who are equally invested in figuring out this mystery girl that reo and nagi are talking about. reo panics a bit as he also stands up when they do, trying to stop their advances. “she’s working right now!”
“who cares.” otoya shoots at him, holding reo’s right forearm and urges him to get a move along. seeing how reo almost fell, karasu quickly grabs his left forearm to drag him forward as well. the boy gave a smug grin, joining in on the teasing, “i’m sure you’re dying to see her!”
“alright! let go of me!” reo is now struggling to even keep you to himself, and he knew for a fact that these guys were not gonna let you go after carelessly mentioning you. the boy stretches his arms out in an attempt to get out of the two’s grasp, which they did.
reo can hear multiple other players asking nagi to lead the way, as well as asking who you were. when he looks up from groaning and struggling free, he could already see half of them walking away from his figure. “yay! to yn-chan!” reo could not catch a break, easily when bachira threw himself on the said boy’s back.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ “oh yn, you’re always helpful as usual.” you chuckle at the elderly woman in front of you, giving her the change she has from the purchase. with two hands you hand the receipt to her, giving a courteous bow. “thanks so much, tanaka-san. i’ll follow up next week to see how that cream is doing for you!”
“such a sweet child, tell that mikage friend of yours hello for me!” tanaka swipes her hand down in a slow motion, flustered to hear such kind words coming from you. she gives you a sweet smile before giving a wave and heading out towards the exit of the store. “not too sure when i’ll be seeing him, but i’ll let him know.”
“she’s yn?”
“holy shit.”
“she’s so glamorous!”
“ya girlfriend’s a hottie.”
“like i said, yn isn’t my girlfriend.” his words are stern and sharp, almost malice dripping out from his tone of voice. reo is irritated at this point, throughout the entire walk to get to your workplace they had been non-stop asking questions about you that he would have rather they have not asked, and answered questions he had not wanted to answer. at this point he’s convinced that they’re doing this to annoy him.
“she’s not your girlfriend, so can i make her mine?”
“back off!” otoya face drops from a bright up to an irritated look. his phone was already out to ask for your number. though that was what caught the group’s attention, but how both reo and nagi had shut them down at the same time. “woah, even nagi’s agreeing!”
“reo?” your eyes connect with the said male’s lavender gems, ones which held the warmth and comfort you always looked for. your eyes widen at the sight of him standing just a few feet away from you, were you dreaming? your body freezes what it was doing watching as he starts to make his way to where you were, until he stands right in front of being.
“i’m back, yn.”
the way your eyes brighten, hiding the glistening sea that almost escapes your hues shows the feelings of sadness she had been suppressing. in a quick motion you wrap your arms around him into an embrace, the feeling of joy overwhelming you that you’d even discard the professionalism you were supposed to have. but in this moment you wanted no other but to feel his warmth back in your arms.
the action catches reo off guard, not knowing that you’d even react this way after not seeing him for a couple weeks. the tips of his ears flush that pink, arms hesitantly wrapping around you in a slightly awkward manner. this wasn’t the first that you two have hugged, but this type it felt different.
“i can’t believe you’re here! i saw the game!” pulling away a bit too soon than reo had wanted, you take a step back to quickly fix your attire. to you, this was one of the moments you had dreamed of for the last few weeks. yet to reo, he was quickly shutting down any sort of snickering remarks he was quietly hearing from his blue lock mates. though the mention of the game catches his attention, “you were at the stadium?”
“i worked a shift… but i was watching it on my phone.” you playfully stick a tongue out with your peace sign, sending an animated wink his way which seemed to have caused reo to sigh in defeat at your antics, once again.
“hi yn.” a familiar white haired boy steps into your field of view. the sight of him made your body excited just remembering the moves the two of them did during the game— in fact you never saw nagi be that motivated for anything in his life! “nagi! you guys looked so cool!” the boy nods his head, a small smile creeping up his lips. “thanks.”
“are these your teammates?” you point to a rather large group of boys that was currently occupying a good chunk of your section. almost all of them were identifiable thanks to the close ups and names that popped during the game, yet seeing them in person did kinda make you feel nervous. reo notices the shift in your body language, he steps a foot closer to your body and puts a hand of your shoulder to ease you up. “yeah, from blue lock. we were hanging out and passing by when we heard you were on shift.”
“it’s nice to meet you, yn.” the first to greet you was a certain male that you were very familiar with— in fact, he was quite popular outside of blue lock already. mouth gapes open to see the brunette male and his signature glasses moving forward to you with a bow. “oh my gosh, you’re really yukimiya kenyu!”
“you’re a fan?” maybe yukimiya should’ve expected this; he knew he was popular with the ladies due to his modelling career outside of football, and the shocked and rather excited expression you gave when he called out to you really showed. he just wished reo would stop giving him that stink eye that he saw from the side of his peripheral vision, though it seems like you didn’t even notice your best friend was doing that. “kinda, my friends have a huge crush on you so like i just hear about you lots.”
“right. rie and rosie.” reo watches as the two of you interact with each other, the annoyance getting to him as he clicks his tongue at how excited you are to meet his teammates. a frown slightly drooping by his lips and hands by the sides of his hips as he watches you fish out your phone, “think we can get a selfie together? they’ll totally get jealous!”
“yeah, that’s no problem.” he knew he had no right to have this feeling, especially since the two of you weren’t really in a relationship but there was just something in him that made his eye twitch seeing you get so close to yukimiya, holding up your signature peace to take a selfie with the model.
a quick ‘thank you’ and bow is given to yukimiya by you as he bows back before you direct your attention once more to the group of boys. “thanks for dropping by, let’s catch up later? i still got about half an hour left till i’m off.”
“ya wanna come hang out with us after?” karasu questions as he takes a step forward before nudging his head as a gesture to include everyone. just as you were about to decline their offer due to the fact that you were still on the clock, you felt bad for having them just wait around the store. “i’ll wait for you.” closing your mouth you look at reo who nods his head, which is very reassuring to you. a breath of defeat goes out, smiling at him you look back to the group of boys. “if that’s the case, i’d love to.”
“yn!” subconsciously you straighten your back and turn on your heels to the owner of the voice, “yes!” your manager makes his way towards where you are, looking at you, the boys behind and then back at your figure with a brow raised up. “what’s with that crowd? friends of yours?”
“yea, they’re blue lock—” your voice easily drowns over your manager’s deep one, shutting your lips tight as he waves his hand to ignore whatever you had to say to him. he sighs, not wanting to waste any time than he has to. “listen, suzuki called in sick today. i’m gonna need you to work till eight tonight.”
“but that’s overtime for me… i have plans today sir.” you wanted to give it a shot, and you knew that it was hard to convince your manager for anything but this was important to you. “we’re short staffed, you got no choice yn.”
“sure then.” you sigh in disappointment as you nod your head. “and stop talking to your friends if they’re not gonna buy anything, you got lots to do and hourly quotas to reach.” with that your manager waves you off and leaves you be for now.
“ugh, fat pig.” you groan as your smile drops from your face, sticking your tongue out at your manager before turning around to the group of boys who were as equally as bummed out as you. arms cross over the other in an ‘x’ and you shake your head, “sorry guys, yn is cancelled for tonight.”
“hey, he’s obviously overworkin’ ya.” karasu states out while many of them look amongst themselves. chigiri suddenly starts getting worried for you and your health, stepping forward with his thoughts. “isn’t that like… illegal?”
“what can i do? besides, i guess i am behind on rent so i need the money.” you shrug it off like another typical saturday. this wasn’t the first time you had to do this against your will, and this job was your only source of income so you had no choice but to actually stay.
“you don’t go to the same school as reo and nagi?” pulling a deadpan expression on whatever isagi says, your thumb pointing at the said two. with a more or so condescending tone you say, “you’re asking too much. my brokeass could never attend some high-class super expensive preppy school like these guys.”
“yn, why don’t you just quit.” reo suggests but you scrunch your nose and purse your lips together, “easier said than done.”
“how much do you get paid an hour?” you hum, thinking in your head about it. “like ¥1000 per hour… on top of commission maybe i hit like ¥210,000 a month?” you try to do the quick calculations in your head, thinking how your usual monthly income looks like. reo pulls a look, softly facepalming once he hears the numbers come out of your lips, with any other purchases you had to do on top of rent. “and rent is ¥150,000. if you told me you were behind on rent you should've told me.”
“you haven't texted me in like weeks!” pointing an accusing finger at reo, you start to remember how you were indirectly being ignored ever since he entered this blue lock ( all which comes back to you only after the excitement of seeing him again disappears ). “in fact, you didn’t tell me you were gonna be gone for that long!”
“i got preoccupied, alright? calm down yn.” reo brings his hands up in defence as you get closer to him, leaning backwards a bit due to your close proximity. many of the blue lock players chuckle and snicker at the sight of you two having a quarrel. karasu snickers, “uh-oh, yer girlfriend’s mad at ya.”
“y-you told them i was your girlfriend?” you’re taken aback by karasu’s words, really blessing the gods that you applied that blush make up today for work or else they would’ve noticed how such a pink dances across your cheeks. reo on the other hand had that exactly happen to him, more or so embarrassed that they kept insisting that the two of you were a couple. “no, i didn’t!”
“if that’s the case, i’m otoya eita. can i get your number?” you weren’t quite sure how he quickly got in front of you, touching the tips of your fingers so gently with his phone out on his other hand. you were impressed— but you were also at a lost for words in a weirded out way. you stare at his hand that touches yours for a few seconds, not really knowing how to respond to him. “yn…?”
“cut it out.” reo is glaring daggers at otoya, but he isn’t the slightest bit afraid at the purplette boy’s words whatsoever. “what, she’s not your girlfriend. that means i can take her on a date.”
“you’re not yn’s type.”
“how would you know yn’s type?”
“yn’s type is someone with money and is a complete ikemen.”
nagi blurts rather easily, causing your face to dance with pink. “don’t call me out like that!” the rest of the boys watch as you shake nagi by his shoulders in a rather aggressive way. they’re silent, but they knew exactly who fit that description perfectly. ‘ah… so she basically likes reo.’
“yn, just quit your job already.” reo pinches his nose bridge, trying to stop the possible migraine that might come flying into his head the more he stays here and listen to this bullshit. you scoff and cross your arms at him with an incredulous look, urging him to continue with his plan. “then what?”
“work for me.” the silence is a bit too loud for everyone when reo blurts out those words. a piece of your hair falls on to your face, “what?”
“work as a maid at my place?” reo’s response was more of a question rather than an answer, one you weren’t expecting like the rest of the group. with the look of bewilderment on your face, you open your mouth, nothing coming out only for you to close it shut once more not knowing how to respond to reo.
“oh~ ain’t that kinky?” karasu chuckles at reo’s suggestion for your new occupation, one which you have no comment on for. many others nod their head and agree. hell, even nagi has something to say about it too. “i didn’t know you had those kinds of fantasies, reo.”
“shut up! or be my assistant, just quit this job yn. i can treat you better than that scum.” reo was most likely losing braincells the more he hung out with these guys, ignoring how pink his cheeks flare up for a second. this is when you finally have something to say, chuckling at reo’s cute reaction to everyone’s comments. “as much as i’d love to do just that, i can’t rely on you all the time.”
‘i wish you did.’
“i’ll pay you twice what you make in a month.” he sighs and twists his brows, thinking of ways just to get you to leave. you ponder on that for a bit, it was a really enticing deal though your dignity to always have reo save your ass stops you from it. you give a smile, one that hides how exhausted and painful it’s been. “thanks for the offer though, reo.”
“are you sure? he’s giving you a pretty good offer.” yukimiya urges you to take the deal knowing full well that that type of salary is above the average amount a regular worker earns. shaking your head off the concerned looks you were getting from them, your smile ever gets wider. “yeah, i think i’ll try to manage.”
“if that’s what you want, yn. i’ll always be here for you.” if he can’t change your mind, he’ll just have to live with it not wanting to pressure you into doing something you’re not comfortable with. though he reminds you that you’re not alone anymore. ‘she’s always so damn stubborn. she knows i can easily fix her problems but she never asks for help.’
“i appreciate it reo.” your smile looks sad to him, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by the human analyzer karasu. he coughs, breaking the sentimental aura around the all of you to get a move along— he felt bad, but he knew pity was the last thing you’d want from anyone. “we should probably get going, sorry for bothering you at work.”
“no, it’s fine! i’m happy to meet you guys!” you reassure them that they weren’t bothering you with reo moving to talk to you. just as the rest of the group had bid their goodbyes to you, they start to walk away.
“let’s meet up sometime this week, alright?” reo suggests, trying to make up for today’s rather unfortunate turn of events. a small laugh comes out, with your hand pushing a lock of your hair behind the ear.“i’d love that.”
“yn, get to work.” your manager’s voice is heard loud and clear in your ears, but the footsteps of mikage reo walking away from you overshadows it. though the sting of your heart to see reo with a rather disappointed expression, waving his hand and walking away from you. it was as if he was leaving you behind…
“no…” when you think about it now, did you really want to waste your youth stuck working over forty hours a week in a management that doesn’t even care for your well-being, trying to make a day’s ends meet? “what did you just say?” your manager is baffled, urging you to repeat those words again so he can hear you loud and clear.
“i said no. i don’t want to work overtime, you can't keep me here!” spinning your heels to face him full of determination, you indeed were fed up with this place. “you perverted manager!”
“why you—! then you’re fired! get out before i call security!” he screams loud and clear for even customers to hear, a vein popping by the top of his forehead. even if he towers over you, shouts and let his anger out on you, there was no shred of fear that runs through your body. you tilt your head slightly to the side and smile, “fine with me.”
“yeah~! yn-chan in her bad bitch era!” bachira cheers you on, clapping and hollering while a few others of the group whistle and make remarks about your rather boss girl moves ( all which are very proud of you ). “you tell ‘em!”
despite the glare your now former manager was bestowing on you, you felt the weight of a million burdens fall off your shoulders. your chest that felt tight to the core loosens, maybe this job really was taking your youth away without you knowing? hands take off the name tag that used to be pinned at the corner of your left shirt and placing it down on the counter. you walk away from him and towards reo that stood with a rather proud look on his face.
“reo, does that offer still stand?”
“for you, always.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀ “where’s everyone else?” you exit from the building, looking for a certain group of football players that you would have thought would make a commotion. though reo was the only one you saw, not like you minded. in fact, you preferred it this way. your voice causes reo to look up from his phone in the same spot he would always wait for you to finish your shift. the messages he was getting from the group telling their whereabouts were.
“told them to just hit the arcade and we’ll catch up with them.” he says as he scans your body while you move in front of him. the more reo looks at you the more he sees that nothing had changed at all, you were still in your uniform and the only difference about your appearance now is that you were holding your bag. the boy raises a brow, slightly offsetted at the turn of events. “you didn’t change?”
“i wasn’t planning on going anywhere after work.” you deadpan while shaking your head. this motion was enough for reo to get the jest of it, knowing full well with what you meant as a small ‘oh’ comes out from him. reo points with his thumb behind him towards the whole of shibuya. “then let’s just buy some new clothes.”
“i’m broke,” you scoff, baffled at his sudden declaration. this wasn’t a first that he suggested things like this, in fact; you should’ve been used to it by now! a hand manages to be placed on the side of your hips, the other lazily pointing a finger at yourself. “how do you expect me to buy clothes?”
“the least i could do for not texting you back.” reo brings his hand out to yours, that smirk of his making you succumb to his antics once more. this man is one-tracked, you knew if he wants something he’ll definitely get it one way or another. though reluctant and even opposing his idea, you hand him your bag to carry as the both of you start to walk towards the shopping district of shibuya. “fine. but don’t spend too much on me, i feel bad.”
“what do you have to feel bad for?” he blinks his periwinkle hues thrice, glancing towards your figure from the corner of your eyes. the two of you continue to cross the infamous shibuya crosswalking, moving closer to you so neither of you could get separated from the crowd. you pout, looking at a different direction away from his gaze. “you’re my best friend, i feel like i’m using your money.”
‘right, best friend.’ those words stung, especially since it came from the same lips he always wanted to kiss so badly. he didn’t mind if he said it since he didn’t want to risk losing you, but when it’s you who says those words it would make his stomach churn. “let’s go to this store.” reo grabs hold of your wrist, dragging you to the store that had caught his attention.
‘that’s pretty.’ the moment reo had let go of you, you had already started booking it to the nearest outfit that caught your eye. he can’t help but smile at how you immediately started getting happy at all the amazing outfits you could pull off with just that one shirt you were looking at. “does anything catch your attention?”
“wait, this place is kinda pricey…” your eyes are ready to pop out of your sockets when you see the multiple zeros at the end of the number on the price tag, contemplating if you should even let reo buy anything from here for you.
“just let me spoil you, princess.”
“if you insist, my prince charming.”
when it came to free stuff, reo realized quickly it was easy to convince you on three things; food, clothes and anime. in fact, he had bought you an airfryer for your birthday once and the fact that you didn’t stop posting and raving about your airfryer on your instagram for a good three months made him think you just haven’t started to feel alive yet.
“what do you think?” opening the curtains of the dressing room you stood there with all your glory on the platform with reo just waiting for you to come out on one of the sofas. you wore a rather oversized sweater with a linear pattern to it coloured in white, blue and maroon. a pair of blue baggy jeans to finish off your simple look for today’s outing.
“you look beautiful.” even if you didn’t ask, reo would have said it already. especially since you had let him agree to even pick out the clothing he couldn’t help but stare at awe. the look of infatuation in reo’s eyes makes you want to melt, “t-thanks.”
“let’s get outta here?” a hand goes out to you, and you gladly accept as you eagerly want to go see the others and get to know the people reo had spent his days with. your phone vibrates in your back pocket, so you reach out to it and see that it’s an email from your former manager. you click on the attachment, and there it shows your contract with the company nulled. “oh, i just got the termination letter from my manager.”
“you really made a flashy exit, huh?” the both of you can’t help but laugh at what you did back there, even you still don’t believe you did that. “yeah, to be honest i was so fed up working with him and trying to keep up with the hours…”
“let’s just sue him for breaking youth labour laws and wrongful termination.” why didn’t you think of that? you have yet to turn seventeen and he had already made you go overtime, which was against the law in the first place ( thanks to reo even reminding you ). “you’re a genius!”
multiple bags soon fill up the counter, one employee folding clothes to put in the bag as another scans them. they were like woodswork, going at a swift and quick paste. though you and reo waiting at the counter confuses you since the two of you were the only customers in the store. you point at the ever growing line up of bags, “wait, whose are those?”
“they’re for you.” reo says so nonchalantly you could break down by just looking at the total of all of them. especially since reo gives you such an innocent smile that hides the intent of spoiling you like spare change. “we only agreed to have you buy my outfit today, not an entire closet.” you pout at him but he looks away, “just accept my gift.”
“won’t change your mind even if i said please?” you inch closer to the boy, giving him your best selling puppy dog eyes to see if he would budge if you were to act this cute. “nah.” the same ones he gave a side eye too before inserting his card in, a few button presses and the transaction goes through.
⠀⠀⠀⠀ “woah, what took ya guys s‘long?” karasu is the first to notice the two of you walking towards the bowling lane that was assigned to the group. many others turn their heads to anticipate the both of you who wave back at them. a specific heterochromia captain, oliver is amused at the sight of you, “who’s the girl?”
“oh god— almost everyone from the game is here.” you recognize many faces, seeing how half of them were on the opposing team of the football game you had watched. the look of excitement to be able to meet such talented players is shown all over your face. “yeah, we’re bowling with them.”
“wanna join us, yn-chan?” bachira is waving his arm nice and big, urging you to come to their side of the bowling lane. your eyes light up at the invitation, “can i?!” “‘course ya can! be on our team.” karasu gestures you to come over to them and you move your feet to make your way to their group. “don’t mind if i do then!”
“she your girlfriend?” oliver walks over to reo who gives a dissatisfied look, out of everyone he didn’t expect the other team to also be interested in you. “she’s not.” he flat out says, but the look on oliver’s face shows that he’s amused by reo’s reaction. “doesn’t seem that way.”
“what’s in the bag?” yukimiya approaches reo with otoya in tow, everyone’s eyes now looking down at the paper bag that reo had been holding ever since arriving with him. “yn’s uniform.”
“did you buy her clothes?” the model asks, intrigued with how everything has been playing out today for you and reo. somehow, reo senses that he’s being picked on and his brow starts to twitch slightly. “i mean she just quit.”
“she quit just for you.”
“stop fuckin’ annoying me you guys.”
“yn’s up!” chigiri hollers after you when the name switches to yours on the tv screen. you stand up all excitingly after you put on your bowling shoes, the boys cheering your name as you look for a bowling ball that wouldn’t weigh too much when you throw it.
“i’m gonna strike this!” with a rather smug grin you cockly announce, quickly making your way towards the bowling lane you let go of the bowling ball from your fingers. you as well as everyone watch as all pins fall down in one full swipe. you jump up with your arms out wide, laughing out loud with everyone on your side as the tv reads ‘strike!’
“hell yeah! all hail yn-chan!” bachira screams all excited, jumping on your back along with nagi. you can’t lie that all of them were feeding your ego a bit too much. you go around giving high fives to them all congratulating you for your flawless strike.
“beat that. you shits are losing to a girl.” barou taunts the other group with a smug grin, one which touches you because you heard a few things about him and complimenting you almost even made you an egoist. you make your way towards barou, wide smile with hands up for a high five. though he scowled at you, he grumbled things along the lines of ‘it’s only ‘cuz you got a strike you deserve this’ before giving you the double high five you wanted.
“awe, look at ‘em bein’ some proud boyfriend.” karasu who bares his teasing smirk crosses his arms and looks at reo who had been admiring you from afar, watching you get excited with the players that he had grown close with. he loves how your smile just gets brighter the more he watches you, your laughter tuning out everything else from the rest of the world— or so it did until karasu opened his damn mouth. “shut the fuck up.”
“how long have you known reo?” isagi takes a seat beside you, easily taking an interest between you and reo’s relationship. you hum in response, quickly thinking about the first time you and reo had met. “it’s been three years now? we met second year of jr high at an arcade.” the boy’s eyes smile at his new found discovery, quietly applauding such a long time friendship that the two of you had. “woah, it’s been a while then! it’s weird, nagi and reo never mentioned you whatsoever.”
“because reo said if we mentioned yn there’s a possibility that you guys would hit on her.” nagi walks over to the two of you, finishing his turn to bowl. the young boy scratches the nape of his neck as he takes the seat on the other side of you. you didn’t mind, to be honest you saw it coming since you were kept a secret from the blue lock members which may have been for better. though, it might’ve been because nagi and reo cared too much to share you with the others and that thought made you giggle. “ah, and he was right, huh.”
“omg, are those the football players from tv?” you turn your head with a few others to spot a crowd of girls who had their phones out and talking to themselves, giggling to see so many boys in one area playing a game of bowling ( while also completely ignoring you there ). two boys, respectively otoya and sendou went up to them asking for their socials. “they’re so handsome!”
“could we take a picture together?” reo looks to his side as he comes into contact with a female, her face flushed and shy at his presence alone. you could tell she had a crush on the football player, seeing how her phone was out and the lockscreen was reo from the game they had. the boy pauses for a moment, before nodding his head and moving beside her. “sure.”
“what’s with the face?” chigiri who stands a few feet in front of you tries to hold in his laugh at how you had a deadpan expression, eyes slightly furrowed and watching at reo and the other girl’s interaction. isagi notices your change in aura, looking at where your eyes had directed and examines your face, you looked like you were trying to burn holes behind that girl’s back. “you look jealous.”
“i am not.” you snap back at the two of them, but their chuckles only cause you to lowly growl ( in a cute way ) at them. you knew they were teasing you, but were you really that damn obvious that you didn’t like how reo was talking to a bunch of fans? was it because you thought some of them even looked prettier than you?
“i thought you liked reo.” nagi inserts himself into the conversation, overhearing it after he had took his turn throwing the bowling ball. the boy makes his way to sit on the other side of you, and out of everyone you didn’t really want nagi to know because you making him a third wheel was something you’d rather avoid. you wave your arms in front of your body, trying to justify your actions and what you said, “i-i do! he’s my best friend—”
“yn stop lying to yourself.” your white haired friend’s words are sharp, as if stabbing you and stopping you from spouting anymore excuses. it was like getting hit with nagi’s ult and immediately you were shut down. you whine in response to his words, elbows being placed on your lap and your chin laying on the palm of your hands. chigiri and isagi nervously laugh since they didn’t know how else to react because they knew you had accepted the truth.
“just give it a chance, maybe he’ll like you back!” isagi is the first to try and cheer you up, trying to get you back to the positivity you were in before nagi had hit you with his negativity. chigiri nodding his head and seconding that opinion, trying to make you look at the bright side of things.
“we’re not close enough to be having this conversation, isagi.”
your eyes lazily give isagi a side eye with an exasperated sigh, not even bothering to turn your head fully to acknowledge him. maybe he’s right, or maybe not. at this point you were probably coming to a dead end. the said boy bashfully scratches the nape of his neck, chuckling and agreeing to your words, “i guess you’re right.”
“yn! let’s exchange contacts!” bachira comes running back to you after his turn is up, phone in hand along with a large grin. you sit up properly and smile back at him before standing up and walking over to the table. “sure, bachira meguru right?” you spot your phone with many others that lay on the table, glancing back at bachira whole sends finger guns your way and a playful wink. “bingo~!”
the others also ask to exchange contacts with you, and you happily accept it before everyone huddles around your figure and bringing out their phones. you go to your contact profile, showing them your number so they can insert it into their profile. “that charm…” chigiri notices the bell and amethyst that hangs from your phone, and with him bringing it up the other two start to take notice of it.
“oh, this?” seeing how everyone was now looking at the charm you had attached, you bring it up into a better view after the trio had finished putting your number in. all three of them stare intently at him, yet your smile comes forth everytime you see this charm. “reo bought it for me a few months back.”
“i knew i saw it before!” isagi points at the charm in your hand, not really knowing what he means by that. the three football players then recall back to the u-20 game where reo had left his phone out, and everyone thought it was chigiri’s due to the slightly cutesy girly charm by the phone. bachira giggles, feeling all giddy just thinking about the two of you. “you two like to match, huh? it’s so cute!”
“you could say that?” why did you even say that? because you have absolutely no idea what they’re referring to. blinking your lashes thrice they just giggle at you, as if they didn’t even want to inform you in the first place.
“what’s not cute is when they flirt in front of my face sometimes.” nagi’s voice interrupts their giggling, you gasp dramatically at him. when you look at nagi he looks away, avoiding eye contact with you knowing you’re just going to lecture him. “we do not do that in front of you!”
“so you two do flirt with each other!” bachira gives you a teasing grin with the other two, hand in front of him as if he was one of those gossip girls. he wiggles is brows at you, causing the peachy hues burn the tips of your ears and slapping him ( affectionately ) on the arm as an attempt to stop their teasing. “that’s not what i meant!”
⠀⠀⠀⠀ “so what do you think about the guys from blue lock?” after the lot of you finished a day filled with fun activities, reo had offered to take you home, as per usual. you can’t help but give him a big grin. “they’re nice,” you think back to all the new memories and friends you made today, it was probably the most fun you had in years. yet what really made it special was the way reo smiled when he was with them. “you looked like you genuinely were enjoying yourself.”
“hey, that was back in jr high.” he retorts back making you laugh at him. you remember all those times he had study sessions at the old cafe you worked in, it was really a sight to see such a social bird still being picky to who he talks to. “when you hung out with the classmates you had, it was like there was a wall between you and them!”
“they were snobby, yn.” his matter-of-fact tone doesn’t go unnoticed by you, which gives you a chance to tease him once more. you use your elbow and gently nudge his side, “oho? and i’m not?”
“‘course not! you’re literally one of the most precious people in my life.” the way reo had said those words struck your heart, it wasn’t the usual sarcastic one he would throw at you when you were teasing him, it felt more honest. your lips slowly curl into a smile, looking at the ground you walk to avoid eye contact with him. “i can say the same to you too, reo.”
“are you free tomorrow night?” breaking a string of silence after the previous topic, he glances down to you where you pull a questionable look towards him, not really knowing how to answer. “i mean, i quit my job? so, yeah, i am.”
“my parents are making me go to this party, i’m wondering if you want to go with me?” you ponder on the offer for a bit, humming in the process as you think about it. “i don’t have the facilities to pull off anything remotely close to all this rich stuff. what’s in it for me?”
“there’s free food.”
“you should’ve started with that.” giving a rather dramatic hand gesture, you lightly tap his chest making him laugh at your antics. you smile at him, loving how such a joyous sound could emit from his lips. “food really is your love language, huh?”
“of course! growing up in the working class, you might not know my dear struggles.” you bring two fists up to your eyes as you pretend to cry and wipe your tears away, fake sobs here and there as you ramble on about minimum wage jobs and rude customers. reo blinks his lashes, slightly done with how you indicated that such hardships cannot be found in the day to day life of a rich boy. he rolls those lavender hues, “haha, very funny yn.”
“wait, do i wear a dress?” you immediately look up, the party suddenly sinking into your brain. if it was a social gathering that his parents was making him go, then wouldn’t that mean that it was going to be a formal party that included wearing decently expensive clothing that your paycheque could never handle? the thought of that makes your brain spiral, and reo easily saw the look of distress on your face despite the smile. “there’s one in the bag for you.”
“oh, so you were gonna bring me to the party from the very beginning?” sighing in relief you had dodged a financial bullet to the heart, though that makes you look at all the bags reo had been carrying for you all day. you’re reminded of how you went back to one of the train station lockers to get all the bags. “i knew you’d be free.”
“anyways, thanks for being there for me today.” as the two of you near your apartment door, you open up your home for the two of you to come in. “i’m happy to see you again.” reo places multiple bags near the entrance of your doorway before heading back out again. he gives you a sweet toothy grin, “anything for you.”
chuckling at him, you take a step out of your apartment towards reo. taking to heart what a certain striker had told you earlier, you took your chances. placing your lips on reo’s cheek makes your heart beat faster than the force of a football being kicked into the goal, eyes shut close as you make this quick. reo stands there in a blushing mess as he watches you retract back into your apartment and closing the door in front of him.
“goodnight, reo.”
⠀⠀⠀⠀ “i’m nervous, i’ve never been to these things before.” when reo had guided you up some rather luxurious stairs, you knew instantly this was not a lifestyle you were used to. the feeling of your stomach wanting to flip inside out earlier has a whole new meaning to you now; one that involves trying to walk through this black evening gown and heels reo left at your apartment last night.
“don’t worry, you look beautiful.” the boy takes your hand in an attempt to soothe your worries away, his thumb ever so gently rubbing the back of your hand as he takes the lead and carefully helps you up the stairs to the entire mansion. you puff out your cheeks without fully soaking in what he just said, eyes looking at the staircase to watch where you were placing your foot so you wouldn’t trip up. you weakly groan at him, “i know, but that wasn’t my concern—”
“just wanted to let you know.” quickly reo takes hold of your hand and pulls you close to him, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you close to his chest after you had successfully missed the last step of the stair. a rather defeated look plays on reo’s face when he sees how clumsy you were in the dress, noting to himself to probably not have given you feels nor a dress like that if he knew you were just going to place your face on the ground within the first thirty minutes of you wearing it.
“jeez, pretty boy.” as you try to keep up the farce that you weren’t embarrassed by how close you were to him, you look away for a bit, hand placing on to his chest to create some distance between the two of you. taking a step back, you start to rethink your life choices up from the moment you put the damn dress on to now.
after last night it was unfortunately normal between the two of you, much to your dismay. you had thought that if you at least made the first move reo would start to realize you liked him more than just a best friend. in fact, the ride in the limo was awkward for you, and up until now it still is because he has yet to mention last night to you. gods, this is not good for your heart.
“the food table is over there if you want to calm down.” reo knows exactly what was on your mind, especially since he was the reason you had the look of discomfort. he nudges his head to the side where your eyes track to; which was a long table of hand food for you to eat. instantly the clouds that flew in the sky of your mind is wiped away at the view of such delectables— some you’ve never have even seen before. “can i take some of it home?”
“knock yourself out.” though it was only for now, reo had successfully distracted you from your mind that was hung up on last night. you happily make your way to the food table with reo following behind, grabbing your phone and taking all sorts of videos and pictures of such high class food before getting a plate to eat all of it.
“i’ll be right back, alright?” reo is behind your body as he puts his hand by your waist, him being a bit too close for your comfort. you can’t bring yourself to look back at him when you start to stiffen up, for god’s sake you can feel his breath on the nape of your neck already. “my father’s business partner is calling me over, stay here.”
“i’ll see you soon.” trying to hide the voice crack that emerges from your voice box, you knew reo had heard it. his hands stops lingering by your waist before nodding his head and walking away, then only then did you dare to look at him disappear into the crowd. you knew that if he stayed any longer your heart might go into cardiac arrest.
“odd to see your face here, waitress.” taking you out of your trance is a slender woman around your age, your eyes dart to look at her stoic look that was unphased. you pounce on the thought for a bit, trying to see in your little pretty head if you could remember who she was, but no no avail you say, “do i know you?”
“i— why—” she fumbles on her own words, lost for what to say as she’s taken aback by your blunt response. she lets out a groan, fingers pinching her nose bridge before running her hand through her brown locks. “it’s fujimoto tsukina.”
“ah.” you had just now remembered, she was the girl reo was with in the cafe a few years ago with you. you’ve only encountered her a few times but since you never really did go to reo’s preppy school often you weren’t familiar with the people he knew other than nagi. “if you’re going to ask for ryouta’s number again, i’m still not going to give it you.”
“oh shut the fuck up!” your deadpan expression frustrates her, hands balling into fists as she’s insulted thats all you remember her for— it was three years ago. you raise a brow at her actions when she finally cools down, regaining her composure with a slight cough to calm herself. “but i’m not surprised you’re here. i take it you’re still smooching off mikage.”
“what…?” there was something with the way she worded those words that made your lips drop down into a frown, eye brows starting to scrunch up. “don’t ‘what’ me.” fujimoto heaves a prolonged sigh from her nose, rolling her chocolate hues to mock you. “there’s a reason why no one is entertaining you here. you might dress the part but a lot of us can tell you’re not part of this high class society.”
“and that’s understandable, but that’s not the answer that i’m looking for.” quickly snapping back at her, your questions start to raise each moment she’s in your presence. “i’m not smooching off reo or whatever you want to call it.”
“really? it doesn’t look that way to me.” fujimoto gestures at your figure, rolling her eyes at you. “a chanel evening dress with a matching handbag, van cleef necklace with christian dior earrings and bracelets. you’re branded head to toe, commoner.”
you knew she was right, but you never asked for any of this. you bite your bottom lip trying to hold yourself back from trying to make a scene. “i didn’t ask for any of this, i’m just borrowing it—”
“oh cut the shit, yn.” she scoffs obnoxiously, looking to the side to change her scenery before glancing back at you. fujimoto cross her arms and confidently says, “we all know mikage reo can do better than a gold digger like you.” it takes a bit to process that information— that description in general. fujimoto can see from how your face twists that you were taken aback. you blink, “are you jealous?”
“of course not! you just need to learn your place!” her face turns red and puts the blush she applied to shame, causing you to verify your suspicions. you scrunch your face up in discomfort at the second thing she said as your patience starts to run thin. “i’ve barely talked to you in my entire life.”
“that’s a good thing because you don’t belong here.” fujimoto’s voice lowers down in an attempt to scare you. she moves towards your figure whilst opening her limited edition black birkin handbag. her eyes feast on the sight of cash bundled up in her small bag, grabbing hold of the stashes of ¥10,000 banded together. the girl aggressively grabs your hand and places the money in your palm without a second thought.
“don’t bother mikage reo anymore and get the hell out of my sight.” fujimoto tsukina had just bribed you to stay away from reo. her words holds malice and resentment towards you as she looks at you ask if you were in hindrance in her eyes. you look at the cash in your hand, it was probably enough to not work for the next five years. yet the way she started to walk away from you left a bad taste in your mouth.
“fuck you.” clicking your tongue in annoyance, you can’t help but let your frustrations out at the source of your negativity. fujimoto turns around angrily at how you had addressed her after she had just selflessly helped you out; as if charity. your eyes show the rage and raw emotions you’ve been bundling up since the beginning of this conversation.
“i’m not leaving reo because i’m in love with him.”
it was your turn to unplug the cord to fujimoto’s power trip, walking up to her whistle taking the bands off the money she gave you. just as you were at a good distance from her, you effortlessly threw all the cash she handed to her right back at her face. the look of anger bubbling up on the rich girl’s face from in between the paper that fell from above only causes you to smile ever so menacingly.
“take your money, bitch.”
the last yen bill falls to the ground along with the last shred of fujimoto’s dignity, her sense and social awareness thrown out the window with only the thought of slapping your face. she tramples through the money and raises a hand to bring down on you. “why you—”
“don’t fuckin’ touch my girlfriend.”
you never expected that hand to come down on you, but what shocked you was reo’s interference— nevermind that, but what he said is what set your mind in a spiral. reo had grabbed fujimoto’s wrist and stopping her from touching you, and by the look on his face you can see her was furious at what was happening. hell, a crowd had even started to form just now, and were already whispering to each other.
“g-girlfriend?!” fujimoto chokes on her own words, she’s more shocked about reo’s words than his appearance in your twos’ argument. his grip letting go of her wrist when he notices that she wasn’t going to go through with her movements. he furrows his brows and gives her a look as he steps in between the two of you, “you got a problem with that?”
“she’s a good digger mikage!” fujimoto’s voice is over the top, her finger accusingly pointing to the girl behind reo ; you.
“yn is one of the most honest and hard working people i know, she’s anything but a gold digger.” he scowls at her words, flicking his wrist to slap her accusing finger out of his view. “don’t you ever bother us again.”
reo grabs hold of your hand and pulls you to exit the seen of gossiping rich people who had nothing else to do but bad mouth others. you try to pick up your pace to match with his as you grab the dress with your free hand so you wouldn’t trip again as the both of you make it outside where there was more privacy for the both of you. you’re speechless, baffled and… honoured? your thoughts are all jumbled and everywhere, yet your brain is still in hung up on one thing;
“since when did i become your girlfriend?” this is when you finally snap out of your daze, looking at reo who was checking if you had gotten hurt with your argument with fujimoto. instead of being shocked to hear that you suddenly have a boyfriend now, you rather tease him for it. your eyes raising a brow of curiosity.
“ever since you said you were in love with me.” reo heaves a long sigh whilst looking out towards the garden of the mansion. he had to admit, he was being way too bold back there, but he can’t shake the thought of you getting hurt either. he had just said whatever was the quickest way to get fujimoto to back off, and calling you his girlfriend was something he didn’t think through after hearing what you said.
“you heard that?” your eyes widen slightly, were you too loud? you were sure the crowd only started to form when you called fujimoto a bitch. you felt the blush creeping up to your cheeks, tinting it with a coral colour just realizing maybe you had gone overboard with your confrontation.
“yeah,” he flatly says, swallowing the lump of saliva that was stuck in his throat. reo starts to rub the nape of his neck, moving his feet to face you, but his head hangs low due to the fact that he lost all confidence to look you in the eyes, “i’m sorry if i’ve been making things awkward for you today—”
“just shut up and kiss me.” you grab hold of the velvety tie that hangs around his neck as you pull him towards your body. you close your eyes in embarrassment as your lips move to crash into his soft ones. reo’s eyes are wide at the sudden change of pace, but he can’t deny that he’s been wanting to kiss you for all these years.
his gaze softens before he too closes his eyes to melt into the kiss. reo’s left hand wraps around your waist while the other holds you by the side of your neck to pull you close to him as he kisses your lips right back. in that moment the both of you felt like everything was finally complete, the missing piece finding its rightful place within you. your stomach erupts like little fireworks, you wouldn’t have your first with anyone other than mikage reo, but let’s keep that a secret, shall we?
in that second reo wished that you were the only air he needed in his life as the two of you gently pull away, your foreheads leaning on each other while the small shaky breathes escape from both your lips. even as the silence engulfs you whole, your sweet soft laughter comes out.
“i love you, reo.”
“i love you too.”
snuggling your nose against his he chuckles at your actions, pulling back to leave a chaste kiss on your forehead. “let’s get out of here.” the love and sincerity in his eyes is what makes your heart skip a beat and want to melt in his gaze, his gentle touch cuffing your cheeks makes you lean towards him.
reo wasn’t going to lie to himself any longer, nor was he going to hide how much he loves you anymore. you are the same, and maybe you’d just have to thank isagi’s encouraging words.
“wait, just one more thing.” reo raises a questioning brow at you, though not answering he was curious to know what else you had wanted to go before your departure. sending him a rather mischievous grin, you slyly take one of the wine glass from a butler. making your way to fujimoto who had been ranting about her encounter with you to other guests that attended the party. many of the guest she was with starts to quiet down as they notice you approaching behind fujimoto, before you finally go ahead and tap her shoulder.
“what the fuck do you want—” her words are cut short when you throw the glass of wine at her face. many people gasp dramatically loud which attracts the attention of many people. raising the middle finger at her, you can’t help give her your award winning smile. “i’ve always wanted to do that.”
“that’s my girl.” reo looks at your direction in a fond way. unexpected? yes, but he wouldn’t trade you for anyone in the world. your goofy grin drowns the ear piercing shrek fujimoto lets out, making you scoff before running towards reo. grasping on to his hand intertwining with yours you urge him to run with you, which he gladly accepts. “now we can go!”
“mcdonalds?”
“you treating me?”
“i’ll treat you like my princess forever.”
bachira : guys !!!! yn texted me!!!
isagi : what did she say?
bachira : she said ty her and reo are tgtr now
isagi : told her to take her shot
otoyo : she could’ve been with me
aryu : thats so SLAY of her <3
chigiri : nah yn is way too whipped for reo
nagi : good for them
yukimiya : i hope reo can stop sending me death threats abt yn now
karasu : r none of yall gonna question why tf they’re in suits n dresses in a mcds
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LOVE YOU TO DEATH
synopsis; paul and dwayne want to find themselves, so they go to reader for their guidance
pt 2 to I DON'T WANNA BE ME
paul x witch! reader x dwayne
warnings; gn! reader, david is an asshole, reader brings up sex as payment, smut mentions, nothing happens tho, weed and cig mentions, star is so AHHH
Paul and Dwayne whispered to each other as they glared at David who was smoking cigarettes like they were going out of style.
"What's your problem boys?" David asked as he looked at them with squinted eyes. Dwayne and Paul shook their heads.
"Nothin' man," Paul said looking at his palm.
"Don't tell me you went and saw that witch Star was talking about," David groaned with a slight bit of venom in his tone.
"What about it if we did?" Dwayne muttered at David, resulting in Paul nudging him in the ribs.
"I don't see why you two went there, why did you even go?" David asked as he put out his cigarette. "Come on tell me."
"We were just curious dude," Paul replied with a slight tone of worry. Both Paul and Dwayne weren't afraid of what David would do to them, but what he'd do to Y/n.
Marko looked around the cave before asking, "What's the problem man? All they did was go to some witch." Paul and Dwayne nodded in agreement.
"There's no problem, but I fucking told them that they shouldn't go to the damn witch." Paul rolled his eyes before getting up.
"Come on Dwayne, let's go see the fuckin' witch that David loathes," Paul growled with aggression. Dwayne got up and follows Paul out of the cave.
The two vampires rode on their bikes as they drove down to the beach. They spotted Y/n outside smoking a cigarette and enjoying the cool night breeze. They looked up and groaned.
"What do you two want this time," they said almost jokingly. Y/n put out their cigarette before getting up, they pulled up their baggy pants and walked over to the two males. "I'm not doing any tarot readings right now, so you must want something else," they spoke with almost a sultry voice.
"Well, what are you doing?" Dwayne questioned while he nervously rubbed his arm. Y/n waved them over to the camping chairs before speaking.
"Sit." They waved over before noticing the two hadn't moved. "Come on, I'll read your palms, but what's your payment?" The two sat down before searching their pockets. "Well if you don't have anything, you can pay in another way if you get what I'm layin' down." Y/n winked at them before Paul quickly put down two blunts.
"That's what I thought, but first what're your names? I never caught them."
"I'm Paul and this is Dwayne," the blond spoke as he placed his hand on the table in between the seats. Y/n lit a small candle before taking Paul's hand in theirs. They inspected his hand with focused eyes.
"Your heart line curves and ends below your index finger which means you have a very adventurous and artistic personality. Your head line curves downwards which means you also have a sensitive personality with an inclination towards literature and fantasy." They pointed to the lines in his palm as they spoke.
"You have a lifeline that is forked upwards which means you have a positive attitude toward life. You also have a fork in your destiny line which Indicates a great amount of wealth in store. Expect a loan some of money coming soon." They rubbed the lines in his hand before continuing. Paul looked at Dwayne with eyes that showed interest.
"Right here," Y/n pointed below his ring finger, "You have the Mount of Apollo which signifies energy, creativity, and compassion. Would you consider yourself any of the adjectives I've said?" Paul nodded as he smiled softly. "Alright your turn, Dwayne."
Dwayne looked at Paul before Paul muttered, "they are so hot dude." Dwayne slapped his arm before handing Y/n his hand.
"Huh?" Y/n asked not hearing the pretty much silent compliment. Paul shook his head as he looked out into the distance.
"Dude they are so hot, did they rub the lines for you too?" Paul asked as the two arrived back at the cave.
"Yeah man, I felt shivers go up my spine that was so, man oh my God." Paul laughed as they walked into the lit-up cave. Star and Laddie sat on her bed reading a book.
"Hi guys, David was complaining that you went and saw Y/n," Star beamed as she set down the small book.
Paul rolled his eyes before speaking, "Yeah, we saw them alright." Dwayne rolled his eyes before sitting next to Laddie.
"They read our palms this time, and the first time they did a tarot reading," Dwayne spoke softly while Laddie hugged him.
"Well maybe next time we can go together," Star spoke with a smile. Dwayne nodded as he hugged Laddie back.
"Yeah, that seems like a good idea, lets's hope David gets over it."
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can we perhaps get an apollojustice analysis🧐👉👈
he’s rude he has no volume control he cries in court he punches his clients he’s my sonsband he’s the light of my life. greg davies vc its LITTLE APOLLO JUSTICE
alright so i don’t know that i’d call any of what i do here a character analysis. i know you sent this in response to my post with klavier writing advice, so i’ll try to do the same here. this is a collection of things i try to keep in mind when i write apollo.
1. he’s rude
this one’s great. followers may know this about me, but i am also rude. it’s come up in my posts sometimes, because i actually have such poor manners that it becomes a problem for me every now and then. i swear a lot! it just comes out of me. sometimes, i have to write characters who don’t swear, or who swear very little, and that’s hell. that is hell for me. it’s a miracle i haven’t cursed yet in this post. just makes it easier to express shit, you know?
but apollo swears. i promise you that. apollo justice swears like a fuckin sailor. i…… will be honest i can’t be assed to find it, but there is a post on here where a lovely tumblr user broke down the speaking styles of various aa characters in the japanese original. if anyone wants to go find it and let me know, be my guest!! but what i remember about that is that apollo justice has a pottymouth. and ever since i’ve read that, i have clung to it with all my might. look me in the eyes. let apollo justice say fuck.
he also has no social skills. he isn’t rude on purpose! although i think sometimes he can be. i think he can be a mean little pissant when he doesn’t like someone. you know he would have ended daryan crescend’s life then and there if they hadn’t been in court.
but anyway, i think sometimes he is also just pretty bad at talking to people. he’s a lawboy! he’s built to practice law! he doesn’t know how to do anything else!! when he sees that vera is scared in the detention center, he makes the perhaps worst attempt at smalltalk we ever see in the entirety of the series. he doesn’t know how to be tactful, and he isn’t going to learn, because aside from law apollo is also all about truth. he sees lies, and he’s a bad liar himself, but sometimes lying is expected of you in social situations, and he’s not going to do it, and he won’t like it when other people do it. he’d rather be rude. and he will be. he will be very rude.
2. he has no volume control
as a person with adhd. very nice to write. i’ve never uttered a quiet sentence in my life. everything i’ve ever said i’ve screamed at the top of my lungs. also not on purpose! it just comes out that way.
if you write apollo justice, just remember to make him scream now and then. whenever he’s remotely excited about anything? scream. have him animate it with his body too! apollo’s sprites don’t just slam the desk, he hits it with both fists! he jumps back in surprise when something happens, and he pokes his big old forehead when he has to think. he’s an animated guy, and whatever reaction feels exaggerated to you in the moment is probably the one to go for.
3. he cries in court
and now, for something completely different.
he’s a little softie. :] we all remember apollo being in tears when he thought trucy had been kidnapped, even though he barely knew her then. he also mentions journaling in canon, where he goes back and leaves intricate retellings of his adventures in his diaries. also!! he really enjoys lamiroir’s music. for all that he’s loud and brash and impulsive, at the end of the day, the man probably sits down with a cup of tea and a soft-lit desk lamp to write about his day.
i would also like to take this moment to remind everyone of his reaction to meeting plum kitaki.
???:
You, kid with the hair. You want something?
Apollo:
Urk! M-M-Me? No, not a thing! Bye!
Trucy:
Apollo! We can't leave without questioning her! What if she knows something!
Apollo:
B-But th-the Kitaki Family...! (They're the biggest organized crime syndicate in town!)
???:
If you're going to ask something, ask it. If you're man enough.
Apollo:
Waaaaugh! R-Right!
Trucy:
Yay! Way to whip him into shape, ma'am!
Apollo:
(Does she know no fear!?)
Plum:
I'm Plum. Plum Kitaki. Wife of the fourth head of the Kitaki Family business. Friends call me Little Plum.
Apollo:
I-I'm l-little Apollo Justice, attorney at law. *gulp*
that’s right. he’s little apollo justice. :) cmaaahn. he’s just a little guy, and it’s also his birthday.
4. he punches his clients
ok, he punched one client.
i’m bringing these up in this order though because i think apollo’s impulsiveness is a really fun juxtaposition to him shaking and sobbing at having to speak to a woman on the street and in broad daylight, across from an active police scene swarming with cops no less, just because her name is kitaki. because i still think he IS impulsive.
i’ve had klavier bring this up in exorcism because it’s still one of my favorite apollo bits:
Klavier:
Let us imagine you are walking through the park. You see two men facing each other. One with a pistol trained on the other. ...What would you do, Herr Forehead?
Apollo:
Well, I... I guess... I would try to stop them. I'd probably shout, "Stop!"
Klavier:
And you, Fräulein?
Trucy:
M-Me? Well... I'd probably scream, "Eeeeeek!"
[a bit later]
Stickler:
Tossing the pistol aside, he fled from the scene.
Apollo:
[Hold it!]
You didn't try to apprehend the criminal?
i just… i mean, who would. who in their right mind would “try to apprehend the criminal.” i’d shit my pants, klavier, that’s what i’d do in that situation.
but apollo seems pretty sure that he would intervene, and you know what? i believe him. i think if apollo justice walked through a park and saw a guy shoot someone and then take off, he would fully chase after him like a fucking rabid dog, and then he’d probably jump him and call the cops, and when they’d get there they’d find bite marks on the guy for some reason.
he just also gets really scared when he sees mafiosi, instead of attempting to arrest them. essentially i just think, apollo sees something, anything, and reacts to it in the biggest, wildest way possible. a mafioso will have a normal conversation with him and apollo will scream and cry. a passerby will hold a knife to someone’s throat and apollo will single-handedly beat him to a pulp. phoenix wright will smile at him and apollo will uppercut his childhood hero. it doesn’t have to make sense. it just has to be batshit.
5. other stuff
two more things i’ve thought about a lot while learning to write apollo are his loyalty and his confidence.
loyalty first: there is not an ounce of misplaced loyalty in this man. once it became clear that kristoph was the borscht bowl club killer, apollo was on him, and he took him down. i fully believe that if phoenix had been the killer, apollo would have done the exact same to him. there is one moment in turnabout succession when kristoph first takes the stand, where apollo kind of gulps and thinks that this still feels like he’s his mentor, but he gets over that PRETTY quickly lol. and he wasn’t thinking about sparing kristoph for being his mentor, he just remembered to stand up straight and be a good lawyer in front of him.
confidence second. i get. SO bothered. when people write apollo without it. you listen to me. this five foot nothing freak thinks he is the best thing since sliced bread, and as a german person it’s difficult for me to say this about bread, but he’s right.
apollo thinks he’s fucking fantastic. he’s VERY proud of his vocal routine, he thinks it’s GREAT that he screams every thought he’s ever had. he’s really nerdy about law, he tells plum and trucy that he loves long and boring procedures as a lawyer, shamelessly. he very firmly believes in his hairstyle. everything you see apollo justice do he does on purpose. (which also makes me think that he knows EXACTLY what he does when he rolls up his shirt sleeves every morning. whore.)
the few times we see all of this slip is when he has to deal with rock star klavier. there’s a couple of times where he thinks that he wishes he could be as cool as klavier, but i’ve honestly never read that as apollo suddenly becoming self-conscious. i genuinely think he’s just annoyed that there’s someone whose shtick (being a very weird very loud lawyer but tall and with a guitar) looks cooler than his own shtick (being a very weird very loud lawyer but short and with no guitar). apollo thought he was hot shit before he met klavier and he continues to think he’s hot shit after he’s met klavier, but now he also thinks that he should be rich and famous for being apollo justice because that would make him even cooler. and, again, i kind of agree.
i think that’s mostly it? he’s a good guy and i like him. he gets annoyed with his clients for being weirdos sometimes, but there is that underlying theme in aa4 where all of apollo’s clients did commit a crime, just not murder, and apollo never drops them for it. he is an almost exact replica of hercule poirot in that he is short, weird, REALLY sure of himself, and doesn’t care if people commit crimes except if it’s murder, in which case he cares so much that he becomes a feral animal. all he needs is a mustache. and he’d probably think he’d look really cool with one too.
#catboyed#apparently this is exactly 1.7k#oh also ill mention again just in case: didnt play aa5-6 never have never will#imco
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Paper Moons Part 5
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Reaching out, I placed my hand gently on Elias’s wrist. I could see the tears in his eyes but most of all, I could see the determination. “We could try combining our grace? I- I am unsure if that’s even something we’re capable of but if we can do that then maybe it’ll be enough to heal him. Just until I get my full power back.”
“Do it,” Reese said, interrupting Elias. When Elias looked up at him, he shook his head. “I’m not negotiating this.”
I could see the pinched look upon Elias’s face but I didn’t think he was ever really one to argue. Instead, he gave a nod of his head, turning his body towards mine and reaching out to take the hand that held the shard of grace. I could feel something tingle against me as Elias’s own hand lit up, a soft glow pulsing through his wrist and down to our joined fingers. I hissed as it pierced through my palm, pulling at the celestial power that sat just below the surface. I had used the grace a few times at this point, performing minor healing and little miracles. Gabriel was my first Fallen that I was able to help. Faced with Elias, it was clear now that I had no idea what I was even capable of doing.
The field around us lit silver. The grace tinged with soft waves of comfort bloomed from our joined hands, wafting out over the empty meadow and towards the waterwheel of the cottage. It rose up the paddles before falling again into each proceeding bucket. Above us, the sky burst forth with a vast and endless array of stars.
My breath caught in my throat as I looked down at the prone man in my lap. I had almost forgotten that he was there. His skin began to heat, the cracks in his skin filling in with the combined light as his chest rose in one aching crack and his body arched off of me to suspend itself in midair. Elias’s grip tightened on me, not letting me go as he focused on his son, eyes burning a bright blue silver, sweat dripping down his face and forming their own cracked lines as he took Gabriel’s away.
When Gabriel floated back down to the ground, nothing more than a feather, the light dissipated. Elias slumped forward, finally releasing my hand while Reese grabbed him and cradled his close. And in my lap, Gabriel was whole. His eyes softly shut in peace.
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Reese shut the door to his bedroom where Elias rested peacefully. In the other room, Gabriel was also asleep, the window the goblin had come through, boarded up.
“How you doin’, kiddo?”
I looked up from where I sat on their couch, my hands having been twisting together in discomfort. “I’m fine.” My palm did not glow. The faint trace of grace that was normally there was flat and dull, the skin there looking puckered and burnt. “How are they?”
Reese looked entirely like a man that wasn’t sure how he was supposed to answer such a question. Fine, was the typical response, but we would both have known he was lying. “Elias can’t give any more of his grace,” he said. “He’s given too much already and he is dangerously close to tipping to madness.”
I nodded. Each Fallen had a threshold and the fact that Elias was even here at all was more of a nod to his strength than anything else. “How long have you two been together?”
“About a decade,” he said. “Maybe more. I don’t know. My world was destroyed and I was cast out into the endless sea. Elias literally fell from the sky and wrecked the side of my raft. We were out there for some time.”
“He’s been a Fallen for ten years?” I knew that the surprise was written in stark lines across my face but honestly, I was more amazed than anything else. “Fallen rarely last a year alone.”
“They just don’t have the right help,” Reese said. “Not their fault that people are fuckin’ idiots and put an expiration date on them.”
I bowed my head. “I didn’t mean any offense by it.”
“Did I say you offended me?” The table in front of me squeaked as he sat down on it. I could hear a few bottles clinking together and a cork pop. “You drink?” I shook my head. “You’re one of those sweet souls, aren’t you.”
I frowned, not really sure what he meant. “I try to be kind to all…”
Reese nodded. “And you do it because you like it. Not a lot of people are just nice because it's in their nature. Most people are just nice because they want something from you. You’re refreshing, Graceling.”
“Thank you?”
He laughed. “Point and case.” Taking a long pull from the bottle in hand, bourbon if I wasn’t mistaken, he didn’t even grimace. “Alright, so you obviously are something that people are looking for. You were hella hard to find but now I’m kind of thinkin’ the goblins got your number. So, I’m gonna take care of that.”
“How are you going to take care of that?” I asked. I couldn’t have him with me all the time.
“You like cats?”
“I- yes? They’re cute.”
“Well, you ever get into any trouble, you just tell the cats. They’ll come get me.”
“You have cat agents?”
He grinned around the lip of his bottle. “Don’t fuckin’ tell anyone.” Standing, he moved to the kitchen. “I’m going to make food. You can decide if you want to stay here a bit. I only have the couch to offer you but I figure it’s better than going out there and dealing with whatever we just dealt with. Also, I’ve done some investigating and your place is a shithole. You know that right? Like, it’s a fucking dump.”
It was a hole in the wall blocked together by a few stray pieces of moldy plywood. I was well aware.
“I really do not want to impose…” I said softly.
The door to the right opened and Gabriel, looking far more put together than he had before, stepped out. “If Reese is offering you kindness, I would suggest taking it. I hear it only happens once a year,” the man said.
Reese snorted in laughter. “Twice. And you should be in fuckin’ bed.”
“I’ve been in bed for days and I feel better. I would prefer to sit out here and get to know the individual who saved me.”
“Oh,” I said, pitching my gaze down. “Elias did most of the work. I just lent him the power.”
“Gabe, put a shirt on. You’re making her blush. She’s a sweet girl and you are a wall of muscle. It’s scarring her.”
Gabriel frowned. “Are humans scarred by the skeletal system?” A shirt hit him in the face.
“What did I tell you about taking everything literally? Fuck. I hate that about you celestials. No sense of humor and when you do get one it ends up being twisted.” Reese went into the kitchen then, muttering to himself about comedy and leaving Gabriel and I alone in the living area.
“We have not been properly introduced. Or,” he paused. “At least I do not think we have been. I was a little worse for wear when I woke early.”
“It’s alright. You may call me Graceling. And I already know you are Gabriel. Though I don’t think I have gotten your last name.”
“Caine.”
I smiled at him. “Like Caine and Abel?”
“I am unsure.”
I waved him off. “It’s an old religious tale from my own kind. I have yet to find out if the things I believed in back home even exist here.”
“It’s the Night Market. I have found that nearly everything exists here.”
Part 6
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J Squad celebrating Dia De Los Muertos w/ s/o headcanons
A/N: Pretty much with Latina reader, but could also be just fem!reader. Ngl this is also purely self indulgent…what can I say I’m Tejana and proud of it ✌🏼✌🏼✌🏼
Warnings: Floofy, some slight nsfw, Jerome being Jerome
Jerome Valeska
Holy shit!!! There’s a part 2 to Halloween?!
It doesn’t matter how many times you explain that’s not what it is, it’s just forever going to be ✨Halloween part 2✨ to him 🥲
Ooh and there’s candy??? AND ITS IN THE SHAPE OF SKULLS???!!!
Hyped for it. Especially the part where you leave tributes to people you’ve lost
Because he gets to leave a nice little offering of bleach and a dead snake for his Mom ✌🏼🤡
Speaking of offerings: you have to constantly watch him to make sure that he’s not eating the ones for your family members 🥲
Don’t get him wrong! He absolutely respects your culture and would never do anything to hurt you (at least not on purpose), it’s just that he really really likes candy 🍭
And your cooking 🥘
Please show him how to paint his face, he thinks Calavera makeup is so cool…just don’t be surprised if it turns into some amalgamation of a skull and a clown 😅
Thinks you look hot with your outfit and makeup, expect lots of cheesy compliments in broken Spanish 🥲🥲🥲
He just walks into the room when you’re done getting ready, fuckin whistles and says something like “muY CalIeNte~”
Yeah don’t be surprised if that makeup and outfit is ruined by the end of the night because of him wink wink🥴🥴🥴
All in all it’s a fun night, and Jerome can’t wait until next year!
Jervis Tetch
A holiday to remember dead loved ones and partake in treats for both you and them? Oh he’s here for it.
Also knowing how Jervis has a penchant for grandiose things, you best believe the Ofrenda is absolutely beautiful.
Just don’t take it personally if he sets up a little space for Alice on it with some offerings of pastries and candies, he promises he only has eyes for you
He will insist on helping with the cooking, and will do his best to learn about the holiday and the customs surrounding it
Finally, the day comes and Dios Mio, you are floored!
The entire room is decorated with bright colors, marigolds, roses, and he has swapped his usual tea set for something more festive.
He’s also done some fuckin amazing calavera makeup and has a nice little suit and hat to match with your outfit
And boy lemme tell you, y’all look fine as hell together
And did I mention he’s hypnotized some guests to celebrate with you?
Because he did, after all you are his Alice, and you deserve a grand party with lots of guests regardless of the occasion!
Oh he’s having so much fun with you, he plans to go much bigger next year though!
Jonathan Crane
He’s so excited.
Jonny-boi, being a fan of all things spooky, already knows a bit about the holiday
You can count on this man to have everything you could want or need for a celebration
Ofrenda? Got it. Candles? Lit. Sugar skulls? Sugared. Hotel? Trivago.
But don’t expect everything to be bright and colorful, he isn’t Jerome or Jervis, he’s fear incarnate!
Oh but…you would like it to be bright and colorful?
Okay you’ve made him crumple to pieces because he can’t say no to you talked him into it…
But having him dress up with you may be difficult.
However, he is more than willing to help with everything else, and you better believe this man had his goons participate as well
“Remember, the altar is supposed to have seven tiers, no more, no less, and don’t put anything on it until she says so!”
While Jonathan can be very…brusque when it comes to things like his toxin and orders he gives to you and his followers, he takes care to be more gentle about this
He knows it’s painful to lose people you’re close to, and is very quiet and careful when you both put offerings on the Ofrenda
Speaking of which: he has a picture of his mom and dad together where they’re both smiling and happy on the altar. There’s some whiskey for his father, wine for his mom, and candies for both of them.
There’s a few tears but he will absolutely not say anything or acknowledge it, he knows this is about celebrating the lives of people you’ve lost, not mourning them and he refuses to ruin this for you.
So, he wipes his tears and the festivities begin!
Drinking, eating, being merry!
And what’s this? The fearsome scarecrow has decided to dress up after all?! And he’s matching with you??!!!
Jonathan isn’t someone who’s known to smile and visibly enjoy things, but he was definitely smiling and enjoying celebrating this with you ❤️
Is a bit sad to see it end but is looking forward to next year all the same 🥺❤️
#gotham x reader#jerome valeska#jonathan crane#jonathan crane x reader#jerome valeska x reader#jervis tetch#jervis tetch x reader#dia de los muertos#j squad x reader#oh look another thing that’s late 🥲#4 days#4 FUCKIN DAYS YALL#please kill me 🥲
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tagged by @selkiecoded !! ty for the tag <3333
10 characters for 10 fandoms:
ohshc: TAMAKI TAMAKI TAMAKI. he's my special little guy. he's everything to me. i haven't posted about him in a minute but he's on my mind still. he's so special to me.
haikyuu: god. um. i have a short list of characters i could put here that is not actually a short list. but i know i have to go with oikawa. he's everything. he's so complex and also has nothing but volleyball in his head. he was intended to be a pretty boy character but he has an ambition that will tear down everything in his way. he's so biracial bisexual bipolar coded. to me.
uh. do i even like anything else. oh! pjo!!!! percyyyyyy. my beloved main character. truly one of the YA/children's lit narrators of all time.
fruits basket: kyo sohma!!! he's everything . he's so teenager with emotional regulation issues and so much trauma with a side of monstrosity complex and mommy issues. and it's perfect.
dude i'm truly running out of interests i am the most boring person alive i care about, like, three things ever. um. mcu? bucky barnes is sooooo <3333333
blue lock!! BACHIRA. he's my guy. i could wax poetics about him for years. can't believe i forgot him smh. #fake fan
trigun: vash the stampede my dear dear dear love. he's so "i ruin the things i love but god do i choose to love anyways." and it means everything to me.
atla: sokka !!! what a character.
i am truly scraping the bottom of the barrel with fandoms. i love this one but i never talk about it because im too caught up in the tamaki suoh and tooru oikawa of it all. anyways. madoka magica: homura. my roommate once told me i'm just like her for real and that make me a little insane ngl. the problem is that it's so true. i, too, would change the narrative to doom the world but simultaneously doom my love in a fruitless, desperate attempt to save her from said narrative.
oh im so stupid. where did your url come from tumblr user eurydicees. where did your fucking online NAME come from eury. anyways. hadestown: eurydice. fuckin obviously. god. im clearly so tired. love her tho.
also if u have ever tagged me in something and i didn't reply i am so sorry it's not you it's fully my lack of attention span, i probably saw and got distracted by smth else before i could reply/do the tag game. sorry. some crimes can never be forgiven but please keep tagging me in stuff anyways
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Life In the Upside Down
Word count: 4271 ish, I added a bit more.
Warnings: Smut, strong language, mild violence, character death.
Pairings: Billy Hargrove x OC!Cassie Henderson
tagging: @bit-of-a-timelord
It was Halloween night and parties were happening at almost everyone’s houses in the neighborhood. Cassie and Steve pulled up to one of the many parties, she was dressed as Leia, a promise she made to Dustin who was dressed as Luke Skywalker but now here at the party she was with Steve who was dressed up as that character from Risky business that he always thought he looked like.
The party went as expected, Cassie took pictures here and there with her camera while Steve danced around and drank with his friends. Steve walked over to Cassie with a dumb smile, a red solo cup in his hand.
“C’mon Cas, have fun being a normal teenager for just a moment would you?” Steve whispered into her ear.
Cassie rolled her eyes at Steve, she was tired of hun brushing off the things that happened in Hawkins. That happened to her friend, to his prized possession’s friend. Making the mistake of setting her camera down she grabbed the cup from his hand and downed it back, grabbing another she did the same. The punch burned her throat but it was better than the pit that rested in her belly usually.
Steve followed after Cassie as she made her way outside where there was a keg. Grabbing a cup she found she poured herself a cup of beer before chugging it back. The mix of it all began to make her head woozy. “This what you want Steve? Want me to get shitfaced like everyone else here instead of genuinely having a good time?” Her voice rose as she spoke.
Billy looked over at the interaction, it wasn’t often Munsons little bird was too far away from him but tonight the pair must’ve been away from one another’s sights as she was with Steve. His muscular chest glistened with the trail of beer that ran down his skin, he snorted as he took in her appearance. She was in a silly long white dress with her soft dark hair in buns, how could Steve take her seriously while she looked like this, Billy thought.
It wasn’t until she shoved Harrington back, tears staining her usually rosy cheeks, that something bubbled up in Billy’s chest that pissed him off. He stayed back as he watched the couple share a fight, trying his best to ignore them he downed another can of beer before crushing the aluminum can against his head earning a cheer from the crowd around him.
He noticed Cassie stumbled away from Steve as they continued to argue, even more tears streamed down her cheeks as she made her way out the front door completely forgetting her camera. Grabbing a smoke he lit the cigarette that rested between his lips eventually deciding to stray from the group that was now busy watching someone else do a keg stand and grab Cassie’s camera.
Cassie sat outside on the curb, tears streaming down her cheeks as her clouded mind caused her sadness. Billy made his way outside, flicking the cigarette onto the ground while his other hand held her camera. He cleared his throat as he approached Cassie. “Looks like you forgot something there Princess.” He smirked down at her.
Her green eyes held pain and confusion as she looked up at Billie. Her lip quivered and she sniffled. “I didn’t even realize. Thank you.” She took the camera from his offering hands. “Don’t sweat it, just know how much you love that fuckin thing.” He shrugged and looked away from her, not actually able to meet her teary gaze.
Cassie sniffled quietly and held the camera in her lap, she probably looked ridiculous as Billy looked down at her, still in a costume but also sniffling away like a child. “Didn’t think you noticed me much, but I’m glad you did tonight.” She said with a shaky voice, her back turned to him so he couldn’t look down at her.
Much to her surprise Billy sat down next to her and offered his cigarette, an offer she politely turned down. “Harrington just has his head up his ass, don’t cry over him little bird.” Billy blew out the smoke and inhaled. Her brows pinched together in confusion before she sniffled and looked over at him finally. “Did.. did you just call me little bird?” She asked quietly.
Cassie knew the rivalry between Steve and Billy so that part of the sentence made sense to her but him actually being a bit kind.. Now that’s what she didn’t understand.
A small smirk crossed his lips. “You ever notice how you seem to flutter around like a hummingbird?” Billy took a slow inhale of his cigarette. Cassie wiped her cheek and sniffled before shaking her head. “No, but I also didn’t think you paid much attention to me anyways.” She spoke quietly. This caused a chuckle to escape his lips, Cassie rolled her eyes. “What’s so funny?” She asked.
“You act like I haven’t had you in my sights long before tonight.” He offered her the cigarette. She shook her head and Billy took his offering back before he inhaled another puff. “You’re hard not to notice whether you realize it but it seems that my eyes always happen to catch wherever you're at.” He explained before stomping the cigarette butt out on the ground below his foot. Cassie wasn’t sure what Billy wanted, or what the conversation was really about. “You’re smart Henderson, don’t start acting stupid now.”
Cassie shook her head. “Maybe I’m more intoxicated than I thought, am I really hearing the Billy Hargrove express any type of emotion besides hatred?” She snorted out a laugh. “Don’t let it go to your head.” He smirked over at her, having moved slightly closer to where she sat.
This certainly wasn’t the first time he’d ever been around a drunk girl, so why the hell did his chest pound and his head feel light? He cleared his throat and looked over at his parked camaro, nodding his chin. “C’mon, I’m tired of this shit show. Get in the car and I’ll take you home.” He said a bit gruff before getting up and walking toward the car.
Moving to her feet she followed after Billy, her camera in her hands as she walked. Once in his car she moved to let her long dark hair down, the braids only hurting her head even more. “Why'd you dress up like this when he looked the way he did?” He asked while he drove off toward her house.
“My brother and I like the movies but he didn’t want me tagging along with him and his friends so I just came with Steve.” She shrugged once again, wiping her face with her sleeve.
His hands gripped the steering wheel a bit, “Is Maxine with them?” He asked. “I’d assume so, she’s a sweet kid. Who can definitely handle her own, so don’t worry about her.” Cassie said in an almost scolding tone.
Billy scoffed quietly and shook his head, his hands releasing the steering wheel slightly. Thankfully the ride was quick back to Cassie’s house. She turned to Billy with a small smile. “Thank you again.”
“Hey, no problem for a Princess.” Billy gave a sly smile, he leaned in a little. Cassie didn’t realize she was leaning in too. “I know how you enjoy parties so I’m glad you could pull yourself away to take me home.” Her lips ghosted against his, the alcohol evident on both their breaths before Billy leaned forward and captured her lips for a kiss.
Cassandra closed her eyes, relaxing into the kiss until his tongue swept against her lower lips. Snapping out of her thoughts she began to panic as she pulled back from his lips. Grabbing her camera she quickly turned to her door handle and opened it with haste. “I’m sorry.. I- I shouldn’t have done that. Steve- I mean- goodnight.” She rambled before she turned on her heel after closing the door shut rather harshly, and made her way into her home.
Billy sat in his car genuinely dumbfounded, even after the bullshit Harrington she still didn’t want to upset him. He thought she must be an idiot or she really did love Steve. Rolling his eyes, he licked his lips and drove off rather loudly.
It had been a few weeks after the Halloween party by now Cassie broke things off with Steve, Eddie still avoided her and now she had to see Nancy and Steve all over one another. Jonathan wasn’t in school or else she would’ve spent her time with him, but instead she sat on the bleachers as she watched Billy playing basketball. Her eyes followed his form as he made his way around the court, he and Steve seemed to be in a spat as they always were before Billy knocked him to the ground.
Once the bell rang, Billy took a quick shower and made his way past Cassie, a small smirk on his lips caused her to get up and trail behind him a few steps. They made their way outside to his car where they found themselves in a heated kiss, she was on his lap as his hands kneaded the flesh of her hips. She moaned into his mouth before she pulled back panting, her cheeks rosy and lips swollen. Billy looked up at her with soft eyes, his tongue teased his lip as he licked up her taste.
“Should we really be doing this here? Someone could see us.” She asked breathlessly. His hand moved to rub her lower back, a rather affectionate action. “You wanna leave, just say the word and I’ll take us somewhere more private.” He said as his hands gripped every bit of her flesh he could reach.
Cassie nodded eagerly. It wasn’t conventional but whatever the pair had worked out just seemed to fit for them. Once she calmed down from the Halloween party and Billy had it out with Steve for making Cassie so upset although that wouldn’t ever be spoken out loud as the reason why Billy pummeled Steve to a bloody pulp, Cassie found Billy more often in the hallways, her eyes found his bright smile whenever they brushed shoulders, she found him sitting with her in the back of the classes they shared more often.
The pair now in a Motel 6 bedroom together, it was a place they now found themselves visiting more and more during their shared time together. Sometimes they’d skip school, other times they’d meet in the moonlight. But here and now they laid together in those fuzzy robes just embraced in one another’s arms. “You know.. we can’t keep skipping classes. They’re going to call our parents eventually.” Cassie sat up a bit so she could look up at Billy, her hand moving from his chest to caress his cheek.
Billy leaned into her touch, it wasn’t often that he enjoyed affection but he knew here he was safe with her and that he could relax. He also knew she wouldn’t ever betray his trust by telling anyone about how he acted when they were together.
“You want me to take you back to school?” He gave a teasing smile.
“No, but I can always tell my mom I’m staying over someone’s house for a couple nights and she wouldn’t mind too much. Dustin stays over Mike’s pretty often and she doesn’t care.” Cassie explained.
“My dad doesn’t really give a shit whether I’m home or not just when he needs me to watch Max or something.” He paused and smiled down at Cassie. “Are you trying to say you wanna spend a few nights here with me, little bird?” He asked with a smile.
She pressed a soft kiss to his chest before she laughed softly. “That’s exactly what I’m saying, Hargrove. It’ll be nice to have a little corner of our own world.” Cassie rested her head back on his chest, her curls brushing against his exposed skin.
Billy moved and pulled Cassie in for a deep kiss, his large hands cradling her head as he kept her close. No matter how much the pair lied to themselves they still acted as if they were a couple. It seemed as if living in denial was the best for their companionship. She moaned quietly into their kiss, her leg moving to straddle his hip as she moved into his lap, her hands rested on his chest pushing the robe off his shoulders. His hands moved from her cheeks down to her throat and shoulders, in a swift motion his hand pulled the robe down and off her shoulders, moving it from off her body as his hands explored her soft skin.
Cassie rolled her hips with ease against his as she tugged his robe off and away. They broke the kiss to catch their breath, Billy reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the blue foil packet, Cassie kissed down his neck and chest, her teeth raking against his skin as she sucked a mark against his collarbone. He let out a breathy chuckle, he ripped the foil with his teeth as his gaze never once left her body. He spat out the ripped foil and wrapped an arm around her waist and easily flipped them over so Cassie now laid on her back. She smiled up at him, pupils blown with lust and hints of adoration or possibly obsession. Billy began to press open mouth kisses down her chest, the foil rested on the bed as his free hand cupped her breast whilst his mouth worked against her pebbled nipple.
She moaned out as her back arched up to push against his mouth greedily, his teeth grazed the pebbled nipple before releasing it with a soft pop. Cassie hadn’t realized that she could ever feel the way she did when Billy touched her sensitive body, his lips attaching to the other nipple making sure to give it the same treatment before he soon pulled back and licked his lips. Leaning up he pressed a deep kiss to her lips, her leg lazily rested on his hip pulling him in closer, his length teasing her sodden slit. Billy moaned at the feeling, the sound quickly drank up by Cassie as they kissed. He rolled his hips against hers, her hand moving between their bodies as she lined his tip against her dripping hole while his hand massaged and teased her breast. At the feeling of his tip pressing against her wet entrance he moved his hips and slowly pushed in until she pulled back to whimper.
His head leaned down to capture her nipple between his soft plump lips, her hand tangled into his messy curls and gave a slight tug. He rolled his hips slowly at first, his length dragging along her quivering wall the feeling almost made him feral. Despite his reputation he hadn’t slept with that many women, more often than not he just wanted their attention. But not with Cassie, with her Billy was able to relax. He was able to take his time and enjoy himself, just as he was now. Licking, biting and drinking up every little sound that passed between her lips. Slowly he sped his hips up, his hands moving to wrap his legs around his waist as her hands gripped his skin, her nails biting at the sticky skin. Moans, pants and whimpers fell from their lips as their bodies slapped together, the noise filling the room. Eventually the pair pull apart panting and messy, Billy slips from within her quivering messy heat, his fingers delving between her folds to push the mess away before he gives her lips a sweet peck. They continued to lay in one another's arms before the room grew darker, Cassie kissed his chest before she reluctantly got out of bed to go to the bathroom. Billy sat up and called for a pizza knowing she’d want to relax and watch movies before she needed to call her mother. He enjoyed this slice of heaven, it almost made him feel normal.
Soon enough it was colder, snow began to make its way down outside as Billy looked out the window of their shared room. Room twenty four, the same room they’d become acquainted to as they shared their secret time together away from everyone they possibly knew. Cassie knocked on the door despite having the same key as he had. He chuckled and let her in, immediately pulling her into his arms to which she melted in as she had many times before. Pulling back she gave his lips a soft kiss. “I’ve got something for you!” She beamed.
He chuckled and closed the door behind her before she soon shoved a box into his hands. “Good thing I brought your gift too.” He said as he opened up the brightly colored wrapping paper, Cassie practically bouncing with excitement as he opened the box. Inside held a sherpa lined jean jacket, the sight caused Cassie to squeal, she acted so excited as if she had no clue what was inside the box that she put together herself. “Merry Christmas Billy!” Her arms flung around his shoulders while he stood a bit dumbfounded. It was a beautiful jacket, he just didn’t expect something let alone something so thoughtful.
Quickly his arms wrapped around her in a big bear hug, making her legs lift from the ground he spun her around causing another squeal to drip from her lips. Pulling back he pressed a gentle and loving kiss to her lips. “Thanks little bird, I love it.” His nose brushed against hers.
He moved her around in his arms so he could grab the little box that rested in his jacket pocket. A quiet gasp came from her lips and she looked up at Billy with a tender gaze. He handed her the square blue box that was wrapped with just a bow, she took the box and carefully opened it to reveal a delicate necklace, the pendant a small silver bird. A smile grew on her lips at the sight of the necklace. “Oh Billy… It's absolutely beautiful! Could you put it on me now?” She asked and held up the box. He carefully tossed his jacket onto the bed and quickly scooped her dark curls up with one hand, her back turned to him now as he cheekily pressed open mouth kisses to her neck and shoulder.
Cassie giggled and tilted her head a little as he sucked a mark under her ear. After a moment he took the necklace in his hands and clasped it behind her neck as she had asked. Once she situated it she turned back around with a bubbly smile. “Well?” She asked.
“Looks perfect little bird.” He said before leaning down and capturing her lips for another kiss.
She melted into his lips, her hands resting on his hips as she held him close. Soon they pulled away, Cassie checked her watch and looked back at Billy with sorrowful eyes. “I’ve gotta go, my mom needs me to help with Christmas dinner.” Her arm still held him close even as his expression became reserved, a look she hated as she knew it was the look that crossed his face as he hardened his exterior, the look that the rest of the world was used to seeing.
“Why not come along with me? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind another set of hands helping her especially since Dustin is over at Mike's house. He shook his head almost immediately.
“I’ll be okay, I appreciate it though. I gotta get home myself or else things won’t be pretty.” Her hand rubbed his back soothingly as she understood what he meant. “You know you’re alway welcome to come to my place if you need. No matter the time, just come to my window and I’ll answer.” Cassie gave his cheek a gentle kiss.
There had been many nights they spent together alone in this very hotel room where she had cleaned up the scrapes and bruises that he came to hide away from to which she carefully took care of them. It hurt her to see this happen to Billy and even when he denied it she knew better, it wasn’t often that he lost a fight at school let alone get that roughed up from but she never pushed. Even when they spent the weekend’s together and Billy had a nightmare, she still never pushed. All she could do was soothe him until he went back to sleep. Those nights usually led to early mornings where he came up with some excuse and a quick peck to her lips.
The pair laid in bed together both panting softly and sticky with sweat. His fingers trailed up and down her arm as she went on and on about photography and how she bought a new camera that developed its own film. “You trying to say that you wanna take a few pictures of me?” He asked with a playful smile.
“Yes I would, unless you’d rather I not?” She asked as she sat up on her elbow to face Billy properly. “I don’t mind, little bird. Want me to flash a pretty smile?” He gave her one of his famous sly smiles. Cassie laughed and sat up, tugging the blanket around her body a little. “I love it, say cheese!” She said through giggles. “Cheese!” He grinned, this smile genuine.
Getting up from bed caused him to groan at the sight of her nude body. Cassie shook her hips to tease him before she grabbed her polaroid and turned back to face Billy, flashing him in the process. The look on his face was quickly snapped before he sat up and reached for Cassie. “What else do you take pictures of little bird?” He asked as he sat on the edge of the bed, his face pressing into her soft belly as he hugged her close. “Well I take pictures of my friends, I’ve got lots of my brother and his friends, a few of Eddie, even a few of Jonathan and his mom Joyce. I even take pictures of my cat or my mom, I’ve even caught a couple of you and Steve.” She admitted with a blush, Billy pressed kisses to her belly before smiling up at her. Their night continued with soft kisses, laughter and plenty of private pictures for the other to keep hold of just for their eyes to see. Cassie’s favorite was when Billy laughed at something silly she had said, his eyes scrunched up and his nose crinkled in the middle.
As the year went on the pair grew apart, it hurt Cassie a bit but she understood that people grow apart. Between Billy pulling away from her, Eddie rarely showed his face around her anymore, only a few times when he would drop Dustin off at home, or a quick passing glance in the hallway. She missed him, she missed Jonathan too, lately he had been busy with his job with Nancy at the Hawkins Post. Unfortunately evil cast its spell on Hawkins once again, only this time it took unsuspecting victims. One of those victims was none other than Billy.
The group of friends fought their best against the evil, Cassie helped as best she could by keeping her younger brother safe from the Russians who beat Steve to a bloody pulp as well as drugging him and their friend Robin. Billy looked sickly, he looked worse than she could’ve ever imagined. During the fight in the starcourt mall, Cassie ran to find Mike and Max passed out on the ground, she woke them up and checked on any wounds they might’ve had. As they ran back to their friends she found Eleven and Billy fighting one another and before she could breathe the monster impaled Billy in multiple places, a scream ripped from her throat as Billy rose from the ground.
Cassie began to run over to feebly save him, that was until familiar arms wrapped around her to stop her from going any further. Jonathan hugged her back to his chest, her hands clawing at his to push him away, to free herself. Surprisingly to the group Cassie responded in such a way. Tears streamed down her eyes as she fell to her knees, Jonathan hugging her close as he tried his best to console her sadness. Months went by and soon Cassie healed, often she visited his grave, sometimes she ran into Max, neither spoke a word to the other when passing. Eventually she took off her silver little bird necklace and packed it away with a letter of things she wished she said to Billy as well as the few pictures he had of him. As time went on she graduated, mended her relationships and even built her own photography business. She lived a life she wished Billy could’ve been a part of but sadly that was taken away from them both.
Currently she was wrapped up in Eddie’s arms, he was fast asleep in their own bed, in their own trailer. Looking up she smiled as his sleeping expression. She was thankful for his love, for his friendship and even for his kind heart. Pressing a kiss to his chest she took a mental picture just for her own memories. Eventually falling asleep the usual nightmare played over and over in her mind, only now she didn’t wake up screaming. This time her dream was different, a creature chased after her, a loud clock ringing as she ran through the familiar hotel.
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