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like bodyguard jay 🫠🫠🫠 and he is never crossing line but keep callin you "ma'am" 🫠🫠 and fucks you rough but gentle at the same time🫠🫠🫠 i wanna die just thinking about it😶🌫️😶🌫️😶🌫️
The Bodyguard ┃P.JS
Bodyguard!jay x reader
You're the daughter of two famous celebrities, jay is your bodyguard
cw: drunk sex (yn slighty drunk), kissing, jealousy, unprotected sex, no prep, bratty yn, slightly rough jay, gentle jay, slight dirty talk.
wdct: 1.6k
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Third Person POV~
Living as the daughter of a famous actor and actress is not fun. Especially when it always lands you in the media.
You were known for being a bit of a wild child, and you never thought it would land you with a personal bodyguard, but here you are.
Your father got quite upset after waking up to find his daughter all over the internet, kissing some boy who was known for figure skating. After that, he decided to stick you with a bodyguard who was only a couple years older than you.
He was handsome, sure, but it was hell having him follow you everywhere. It's like you never have a second alone.
And he's so formal that it fucking hurts. Always calling you "miss" or "ma'am" like you're some 60 year old woman.
You've tried teasing him, wearing revealing clothes, and even acting extra touchy when you're out drinking with your friends, but it's no use. He refuses to break.
He has never crossed a line. He's never entered your bedroom, not even with permission, and he won't look lower than your eyes when you're wearing anything even slightly revealing. He won't even touch you if it's not for safety purposes.
And now he's ticked you off completely. You were at a party, specifically to fuck around with the son of your mother's co-star. You were warned by your mother to leave him alone, but you decided to be disobedient and hang out with him anyway.
Getting away from Jay was hard enough, but once he found you in the back of a black Rolls Royce with that boy? That dopey, messy-haired, fuckboy? Oh, he was livid. He grabbed you by the arm, dragging you out and towards your own car which he'd been driving for you.
You got a rush from the way he grabbed you, tugging your skirt down and not even bothering with the fact that your shirt was partially unbuttoned.
"Jay.. Let go of me!" You yell, albeit slurred, snatching your arm from Jay's hold as he sighs. "Miss Y/n... It's not my fault your dad made me your bodyguard. Quite frankly, I never would've ended up here if you would've simply listened to your parents' orders."
This was the first time he'd ever responded in a non-professional way, and it shut you up immediately. "Listen, I know you don't like me. And I know you wish your dad would fire me, but I'm trying my hardest. I can't watch you do stupid shit like that though."
You simply drop your head, avoiding his eyes as he removes his jacket, placing it on your shoulders. "Let's just get you home.."
He helps you into the car, closing the door before getting in on the driver's side. He buckles your seatbelt before taking off.
When he gets back to your house, he thanks his lucky star that your parents aren't home to see you like this.
He makes it a mission to help you upstairs and then leave, but once he's in your room, you make it your goal to keep him from leaving.
"I should probably go, miss.." He avoids making contact with your cleavage as he pushes you away at the chest, giving himself room to breathe.
"Jay.. Aren't you supposed to do whatever I say?.." You ask as he nods, visibly straightening his posture. "Yes, ma'am.." He swallows hard, scared of his own thoughts in the moment as he takes in your sloppy appearance. His eyes trail the sway of your hips as you saunter over to him.
"Then fuck me..." You say, straightforward and outright. It catches Jay completely off guard. "What?! No!" He immediately rejects, earning a sideways glance from you.
"You interrupted me when I was about to get laid. So you're gonna fuck me instead.." You're clearly serious, but Jay is confused. He's always harboured something less than appropriate for you, but he'd never act on it out of fear of losing his job, and you with it.
"Miss Y/n.. I think it's just the alcohol talking.. Please." You push him against the wall, cutting him off as you press your palm straight against his crotch, palming his very obvious erection.
"Maybe it's your dick talking?..." You question cockily, bringing your left hand up to his nape to tug him closer. His lips ghosted hesitantly over yours. "If you want me... I'm yours for the taking. Stop being so formal."
He's completely sure that his next course of action is led by his dick, but he doesn't care. He cups your jaw gently, closing the small gap between you as he kisses you with a long-hidden passion.
It's feels as if he'd been waiting and yearning for this to happen. His lips press feverishly against yours as he leads you backwards and towards your bed, pulling away only momentarily to let you climb onto the bed.
Once he's back on top of you, hes unbuttoning your shirt, kissing down your torso in the process as he sucks on the available skin that your bra can't cover.
Once he reaches your waist band, he glances up at you, his eyes dark and filled with a burning desire. "Tell me, lovely miss... Did he touch you here..?" He asks, his finger trailing over your cunt through the barrier of your underwear.
"No.. You didn't give him the chance." You reply in a smart-mouthed tone, making him chuckle. "Good, because I would've killed him."
Then he's removing your skirt, tossing it aside carelessly as he tugs you closer by your hips. Your legs are on either side of him, and you have the perfect view as he unbuttons his shirt, slowly revealing his toned torso inch by inch.
As soon as his shirt is off, he's unbuckling his belt, undoing his pants just enough to free his erection. You take a second to marvel at his length, stroking it slowly as his lips part to let out a heavy sigh.
After letting you feel him up, he moves your hand, sliding your panties off as he tosses them across the bed. "Can I put it in..?" He asks, his tone filled with desperation. You nod, not wanting to wait much longer and risk your parents coming home.
The second he presses his tip against your hole, sliding in just slightly, you gasp, biting your lip to supress your moan as he bottoms out, stilling his hips to let you adjust.
"How do you feel?" He asks, rubbing your thigh softly as he watches your chest rise and fall with each breath. You take a second to respond, trying to filter out the slight pain you feel with how deep he is.
"Fuck it, just move." You let out a sigh, gripping his hand as he kisses the back of your hand before moving his hips slowly.
Each slow and deep drag pulls a moan from your throat. The way he's focusing so hard, on every movement, makes it feel so much better altogether.
"Are you okay, miss..?" He asks, using his free hand to cup your cheek as you nod. "I'm fine. And please stop it with all the miss and ma'am bullshit. Just call me Y/n."
At your bratty response, he thrusts particularly hard, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he quickens his pace. "Such harsh words coming from such a pretty mouth. Be nice..."
"Be nice, my ass.." You argue, tilting your head back as he moves his hips faster against yours, his thumb rubbing your clit in circular motions. The feeling is absolute torture, but you'd be lying of you said it didn't make you feel incredible.
"I wanna see the pretty little face you make when you cum... I wanna hear how good I make you feel."
"Jay... Fuck.." You moan, gripping his wrist as he smiles. "Your moans are so pretty.. I could listen to them forever.." He's already tailing his own orgasm, the feeling of you tightening around him edging him closer and closer.
"I'm gonna cum..." You whimper, gripping his forearm as he thrusts deeper, aiming for that one spot that made you see stars. "Cum for me, angel..." He encourages, his thrusts getting sloppy as his own climax builds up in the pit of his stomach.
"Fuck... Do you want me to pull out?.." He asks, unsure of how much longer he'll last. "Don't pull out." You command, making his heart flutter. "Yes ma'am..."
You groan at the choice of words, biting your lip to supress your moans as he tightened his hold on your hip, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. "Shit... Jay.." Your words come off as more of a whisper as your orgasm washes over you. You tighten around Jay, tilting your head back against the pillows as he lets out a deep moan, his hips stuttering.
He comes undone, filling you with his seed as he leans down to kiss you, his hips moving slowly against yours. "You feel so good.."
"I'm gonna make my dad fire you..." You mumble, finally managing to say something. Jay's eyebrow raises at your words, tracing soft patterns on your skin. "Why would you want that?"
"So I can keep you to myself like this.. So you don't hold back with me.." You explain as he smiles, leaning down to capture your lips softly with his own. "Angel, you don't have to get me fired for me to love you.. I promise you, I'm done holding back..."
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My dear lgbt+ kids,
I feel like advice on loneliness comes in only three flavors:
"It's all mindset, learn to embrace being alone and you'll never feel lonely!"
"Your head is lying to you, you have friends and they love you!"
"Here's a list of places you can go to hang out with people and make new friends!"
Those are usually well-meant and I'm sure there are situations where they do help someone feel better - but they're definitely not universally applicable.
The first one is even plain wrong: connection is a basic human need. You can't just "change your mindset" and turn that off, the same way you can't turn off your need for food or air or mental stimulation. Humans are group animals. We absolutely need social interactions to stay healthy and sane. It is true that some people do not need a large number of friends and are happiest with just one or two close friends, and it is also true that some people prefer to fulfill their social needs in other ways than what's traditionally defined as friendship - but that's not something you can (or should) try to train yourself to do, that's just natural differences and preferences!
The only thing you could "train" yourself to do would be to learn to ignore your social needs and bury them deep down under layers of denial... and you don't need me to explain to you why that's a very unhealthy idea. It's sad enough that so many people have to do that to not lose their minds in loneliness, we certainly don't need to celebrate an unhealthy coping skill as a "superior mindset".
The other two at least get a bit closer to the truth: the solution for your unmet need is not to kill the need, but to fulfill it... but that's easier said than done, isn't it?
After all, "Don't worry, your friends love you!" doesn't help if you have no friends. Loneliness is not always "all in your head": Maybe you moved to a new place and don't know anyone there. Or you cut off contact with all your friends after a big fight. Or you grew up neurodivergent (or got mentally ill at a young age) and had no chance to learn how to make friends at the age most kids do, and by now you have been friendless for so long you don't even know where to start.
Same with "just go to a bar and talk to some new people" or "Take a pottery class and you'll meet some interesting people there" - that's not factually wrong, but also not helpful if the reason you feel lonely is that you struggle to make friends (or even struggle to just talk to people). Which can also be part of neurodivergence or mental illness, or just be a part of your personality (shyness), or be a result of isolating circumstances (like having spent a lot of time in a closed environment, for example a long hospital stay, and now feeling unsure how to connect with people outside of that environment).
And those are just a few of the many, many possible explanations why someone may be lonely that require a more individualized approach - which is why we can’t solve loneliness with any one-size-fits-all solution.
That may be a somewhat disappointing-sounding conclusion in a letter on loneliness, so let me also tell you: hope and support are always within reach, even if it might take some time and patience to find them. The key is to remember that your feelings are valid and that you're not alone in your struggle.
First, recognize that admitting that you feel lonely, and wanting to take action based on that feeling, is a sign of strength, not weakness. You’re pretty insightful for recognizing your loneliness and super brave for wanting to reach out!
Secondly, be kind to yourself and allow yourself to take small steps. Small, actually manageable steps are crucial in any healing journey! If it’s not an option to just go to the bar or that pottery class, then it’s okay to start somewhere else. Maybe a therapist, a support group, or even online communities can be valuable “training sessions” for social connections. Even reaching out to one single person can make a significant difference over time. Your journey to finding companionship and connection might be different from someone else’s, but that doesn't make it any less valid (or achievable!).
Lastly, do consider embracing new activities that you may enjoy - but not just for the sake of meeting others. It’s important to nurture your own happiness and well-being when you’re feeling lonely. Those can be activities you can try out alone and even at home, for now! Anything that enriches your life is good. Long down the road, maybe it will lead to opportunities to connect with others, but even if it doesn’t: it’s important to incorporate new experiences into your life.
While there isn't a universal solution to loneliness, I truly believe there is a path forward for everyone. It's all about finding what works for you.
With all my love,
Your Tumblr Dad
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Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Eleven
A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic
Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child?
Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader
Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, angst
Chapter summary: Ducky deals with the fallout of Jake's bar kiss; Bob interrogates Jake and asks a big question
WC: 1.5K
Masterlist here; previous chapter here
You grabbed Natasha’s arm. “We have to go.”
She frowned. “What’s going on?”
You shook your head, trying not to alert anyone else. “I saw Jake in the hallway by the bathroom. Kissing some random girl.”
Natasha’s brown eyes went hard. “I’ll kill him.”
“Please, no,” you whispered. “Can I just stay at your place tonight?”
“Of course.”
“Also I’m going to piss my pants.”
“Come with me.” She took your hand and led you out toward the back of the bar onto the deck. Your eyes automatically flocked to the place where you had stood the night you first met Jake. Instead, Nat pointed to the edge of the deck. “Pee on the sand.”
You laughed. “You’re joking.”
“It’s that or go back and risk seeing him again.”
“I hate you,” you muttered, wobbling over to the edge of the deck and hiking up your dress, squatting down over the dunes. “This is a new low for me.”
The door swung open and your mouth dropped in shock as Bradley barreled outside. “What’s going on?”
“Oh my God!” you yelled, pee running down your leg.
Bradley’s eyes went wide. “What the?”
Natasha grabbed him and whirled him around until his back was to you. “Bradshaw, shut up. Y/N, finish your piss so we can get out of here.”
“I hate my life,” you muttered.
Bradley laughed. “So this is what girls do at bars? Pee outside.”
“Only when Seresin is making out with random bitches by the bathroom,” Nat said.
Bradley’s face pivoted into a frown. “What?”
You stood up, stepping over the wet sand. “Let’s just not talk about it,” you whispered. “Can we go home now?”
Natasha nodded. “Do you want to just leave?”
“I need to say goodbye to Bobby or he’ll worry.” She nodded and you eased the side door open, shoving through the crowd to get to where Bob and Sena were sitting in the corner. “Bobby,” you whispered in his ear and he turned. “I’m not feeling great. Nat is going to take me home.”
He frowned. “Do you want Jake to take you?”
“I really don’t.”
His eyes, ice blue, hardened. “What does that mean?”
You sighed. “I just need to go home, it’s been a long night. I love you.” You leaned in and kissed his cheek then smiled at Sena and gave her a hug around the shoulders. “It was lovely meeting you.”
“You too,” she said softly. The two of them watched as you walked out of the bar toward the front door.
A moment later, Jake reappeared at the table. “Hey. Where did Y/N go?”
Bob shook his head. “Home with Natasha.”
“Why?”
He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t know, Hangman. Why?”
Jake gulped.
***
Natasha’s apartment was girlier than you had expected. Pink pillows on the guest bed, monogrammed towels in the bathroom, a gold french press in the kitchen.
In the morning, you wandered into the kitchen, wet hair hanging down your back. “I didn’t peg you for a gingham bedspread.”
She grimaced. “My mother decorated. Can you tell?”
“Just a little.” You looked around. “It’s very … pink.”
She sighed and sat down on the bar stool next to you. “Don’t remind me. Listen, about last night.”
You shook your head. “Going to pretend it didn’t happen.”
“And what about when he brings that girl home?”
“I told him he could date,” you whispered. “I told him that he should.”
“Are you on drugs?”
“Yes, I’m high as a kite while five months pregnant.”
Natasha took a sip of coffee. “I’m not saying it’s great but you might have to be the adult here.”
“He’s thirty years old,” you countered. “He knows what he’s doing and he knows what he wants.”
“What that man wants is you.” You turned to her, mouth hanging. Natasha nodded. “I mean it. I see the way he looks at you. He wants you, despite what he might do or say.”
“Only because he thinks he has to.”
“Jake Seresin has never listened to a word of advice that he didn’t want to,” she replied. “If he wants you, it’s because he really does, not because he thinks it’s the right thing to do.” Nat paused. “The only question is, do you want him, too?”
***
The doorbell rang. Jake rushed out of his room, no shirt, wet hair dripping onto his shoulders and frowned. You had a key. If it was you, and he hoped it was, you would have let yourself in.
Which could only mean it was someone else. And he didn’t want to see anyone else. He thought about ignoring it when there was a knock. Hard.
He flung the door open. “What?”
Bob stepped inside. “Hangman.”
Jake frowned. “Floyd.” He paused. “She’s not here.”
“I know she isn't. That’s why I’m here.”
Jake felt his heart speed up. You were leaving. A part of him had dreaded it from the first moment you stepped through the doorway of the new apartment. That you would decide to leave him before the baby arrived, or even after. That you would see he wasn’t fit to be a dad.
Bob paced in a tight circle before training his eyes on Jake. “I know you and I, we have a history. We don’t even really like each other. But you’re having a baby with my sister. My only sister. And she means more to me than anything.” Bob paused. “She means more to me than my own life. So trust me when I say, there’s nothing you could do that’s worse than hurting her in any way.”
“I’m not going to–”
“You already have.” Bob cut him off. “This cat and mouse game or whatever the two of you have going on? It stops today. She’s hurt and you’re hurt and you’re both fucking stupid.”
“I don’t know what your deal is Floyd, but–”
“Do you love her?”
Jake stopped in his tracks. His eyes lifted to meet Bob’s. The two men stood in the middle of the living room, squared off.
And then the door opened, and you appeared with Natasha right behind you. You frowned. “Bobby? What are you doing here?”
His eyes lingered on Jake before crossing the room and looping his arm over your shoulder. “Came to get you, Duck. Thought we could grab some lunch.”
“Um, sure.” You looked at Jake who had a pale sheen to his skin. Like he was going to be sick. “I’m going to change real quick. Wait for me by the car?”
Bob nodded and slipped through the door. But not before you saw the glance he shared with Natasha. “Y/N? I’m going to head out, too.”
“Thanks for letting me stay,” you said softly and she smiled, filing out behind Bob.
You closed the door to your room, emerging a few minutes later in a fresh dress, hair twisted up in a bun and a pair of sunglasses over your tired eyes. Jake sat on the couch, staring at his feet.
You walked past him, grabbing your bag off the table where Natasha had placed it. As you opened the door, Jake’s voice floated across the room.
“Are you coming back?”
It was quiet. Too quiet. Practically a thin whisper. You resisted the urge to turn around and look at him.
“Yeah,” you said after a moment, one hand on the door handle. “But it would be great if you weren’t here when I did.”
And with that, you pulled the door shut behind you, putting a wall up between you and Jake.
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PARTY 4 U [PT. 2]
Sungchan ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎ mdni!! 18+
currently listening to: SOMETHING ABOUT US - DAFT PUNK
word count: 4.9k
bb note: sorry to Karina I watched the supernova mv in the middle of writing this
Two months later and you’re still kicking yourself in the ass. It’s killing you to have so much of him and none of him at all. You try and be as positive as you can, at least cherishing that this is the most time you’ve ever spent together. But it’s not helpful, if anything it just makes it so much worse. And Sungchan is such a romantic lover amongst all of the filth that takes place between the two of you. Kissing you always, keeping eye contact with you when he gets the chance, holding you close as he fucks you, going as far as to hold your hands as he’s deep inside of you. Worst of all he’s got such an awful possessive streak, and it shows in the way he holds you, the way he feels the need to mark you where only he can see. It rips your heart in two the way he asks you if you’re his.
“You’re mine, right?”
His voice always shakes as he asks it, and you always assume its from the pleasure, neglecting to hear the vulnerability in the way he asks. And his heart rips in two at the way you always respond.
“Yes Sungchan, all yours.”
How can something so good feel so fucking awful. But you’re in too deep to stop it, and you’re too selfish to let it go; to let him go. Your friends have long since noticed whats happening between the two of you. Shotaro holding his tongue about how terrible an idea it is, but he thinks that that’s something for the two of you to learn on your own, hopefully with a positive outcome. And so the weeks go by like that, the two of you over at each other’s places several times a week, hanging out with your friends in the time in between.
That’s where you find yourself now: your hips propped up on a pillow with Sungchan seated deep within you. His face is hid in the crook of your neck with your nails digging into the skin of his back, overwhelmed by how good he’s making you feel. Everytime he lets out a groan you can’t help but clench around him. He just sound so fucking good, and it’s all because of you.
In the 2 months since the two of you have started this arrangement, Sungchan has become extremely familiar with your body and its reactions. He knows that if he plays with you enough during foreplay, that you’ll get absolutely soaked. He knows that you love the sound of his voice, the timbre of it right next to your ear making you shiver. He knows that your cheeks burn when you hear the wet push and pull of him inside you, making you want to hide your face. He knows that you love positions where you can feel all of him. And he uses all of this knowledge to his advantage. Every. Single. Time. A tap on your cheek brings you back to reality.
“You still with me baby?”
God, the fucking pet names. All you can give him is a nod of your head, too fucked out to speak.
“Too much?”
He slows down his pace as he says this, lips ghosting over yours. And it feels so fucking good you can’t even think, too focused on feeling everything he’s giving you. Not capable of words but managing a whimper.
“It’s okay baby you can take it.”
He uses his large hands to pull your hips flush against his as he says it, somehow reaching deeper. He smirks at the way you tip your head back, cocky because he knows he’s making you feel good. It’s obvious from the way your body responds to his, clinging to him tighter. Everything he says always sounds so sweet but his touch is so rough, pressing bruises into your hips the way he tries to keep you positioned for him. Sungchan’s got a terrible habit of manhandling you but you’re not complaining. Sometimes you intentionally try and slip out of a position just to hear the way he says “I got you baby” as he tightens his grip on you, keeping you in place.
In a moment of clarity you push a hand between both of your bodies to rub at your clit. Sungchan notices this, immediately pouting before pushing to replace your hand with his own.
“Just lay there and let me take care of you, look so pretty like this.”
When he starts to rub your clit you know you’re not gonna last very long. Everything is just too much and he’s fucking you too good. You open your eyes to look between the two of you, watching how he plays with your clit as he pushes in and out of you. The sight is filthy and when you bring your gaze to his it overwhelms you the amount of feeling that’s behind it. You can feel the familiar tightening in your lower tummy, not even needing to warn Sungchan because he can already tell.
“Gonna cum?”
You let out a small hum at the question, your voice failing you at the moment. In between how good he making you feel coupled with the way he’s watching you, it doesn’t take much before you’re clinging to him tighter as you let out cries of his name as you cum around him. He talks you through it everytime as he chases his own high.
“Did so good, y/n. It’s all for me, right? Just for me?”
There’s the possessiveness again, you tell him yes everytime, not thinking about the meaning behind the words. He lets out a groan when you agree, loving how pretty you look when you cum and all because of him. When he hits his climax he drops his head into the crevice of your shoulder as he lets out a full body shiver. His grip tightening on your hips as he pushes as deep as he can into you and when you whine from the overstimulation it drives him crazy.
“y’ take it so good for me baby.”
You can barely hear what he’s saying, but you can feel the way his teeth sink into your shoulder right after he says it as he fucks you through his high, releasing into the condom.
When you’re both finished, you lay there panting together much like the first time, both trying to catch your breath. You’re always nervous that it’ll feel awkward, and as a result you’re never the first one to start moving, waiting instead for Sungchan. Like clockwork he pulls himself up from you, leaving a quick kiss on the available skin in front of him before detaching himself from you. You would love to say that you have long since stopped reading into the tenderness of the way he treats you after you sleep together, but you would be lying.
As you lay there staring at the ceiling, you play back every kiss, every gentle touch, all of it. You tear yourself to pieces every time in the brief moment it takes him to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom. Sungchan pretends not to notice the pensive look on your face when he returns he’s seen it before and he’s scared that if he speaks too soon it’ll shatter whatever it is the two of you have. Instead he settles for gently running the towel over your skin, wishing he could leave kisses in it’s wake. When he’s finished, he tears you from your thoughts by quietly reminding you to use the bathroom, always sure to look out for you. The brief moments you find yourself alone as you pee are for preparing yourself to watch him leave. This whole “nonchalant lover” is way too fucking hard, you feel like you’re going crazy. You take a deep breath before exiting your bathroom, trying to soothe yourself.
You offer him a shy smile when you emerge as he stands to pull his clothes back on, bashful now after the not-so-sacred events that just took place. When he turns, you pretend like your eyes don’t linger on him a little too long, with a little too much feeling. You try and burn the sight of your nail marks permeating the surface of his back into your memory. You like the contrast of the red swells against the otherwise unblemished skin. Your heart aches when you recall you have no reason to feel this way, no reason to be possessive. You force yourself to look away before he can turn back around again, moving to pull on your own clothes. You clear your throat, willing your feelings away as you break the silence of your mutual post-hookup cleanup.
“My birthdays coming up..”
You know he already knows this, matter of fact he’s usually the one to bring up it’s existence first before you get the chance, but this year you beat him to the punch. When he doesn’t respond you turn to look at him, watching him search for something in his phone before he proudly presents you with the calendar reminder in his phone. You can’t fight off the smile that comes to your face when you see it.
“I’ve had it marked since freshman year.”
You pray to god that the heat in your bedroom conceals the blush that rises to your cheeks. He really is not making any of this easier on you.
“Well, I’m just letting you know because Yunjin’s throwing me a party this year..”
You pause before you ask your next question, swallowing the lump in your throat,
“can you make it?”
He walks over to you and presses a kiss to your forehead as he grabs his keys, ready to leave you.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
You smile as you follow him to pull on his shoes at the entrance to your apartment, your mind now thinking of the date 2 weeks into the future. You already know what you’re gonna wish for on your birthday. Him. Deep within you, you harbor a secret hope of some grand confession, maybe a kissing in the rain moment. You don’t even like PDA. You just like the idea of him realizing his feelings for you. As he opens the door to leave he turns around to look at you one more time, like he just remembered something.
“Oh yeah and plus, I already bought your gift a month ago.”
He says it casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world for him to do that for someone. And it kills you. You know deep down that this can only end one of two ways, but for now that’s a worry for a future you.
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“Would you mind if I asked out Sungchan?”
The feeling that runs through you is that akin to being dropped in ice water, the shock of the question making you freeze.
“Unless you two have a thing then-“
“We don’t.”
Karina flinches at the abruptness of your response, your tone of voice being just a little too loud and harsh to be normal, especially in contrast to the quiet environment of the library. You clear your throat in an effort to come across like you don’t care.
“We don’t.. have a thing that is.”
You look down at the schoolwork that lies between the two of you, hoping that she gets distracted and doesn’t press any further. Karina is sweet, she’s kind and beautiful, and if your memory serves you correctly you can recall a time that Sungchan was interested in her in your sophomore year. It’s been a week since you’ve last seen him, and her question makes you very aware of that, and even more aware of how you haven’t heard from him. Her voice is small when she speaks up again, a little shier now.
“I just thought he seemed really sweet.”
You feel guilty now, firstly for unintentionally yelling at this poor girl, and secondly it’s starting to dawn on you that there’s a chance you could be ruining potential matches for Sungchan. There’s an internal struggle within you, because you know that technically you do have a thing with Sungchan, and it’s existence is your fault. Simultaneously, you can’t help but feel like as his friend, he deserves something more.. even if he’s not finding it with you. The hope that something would change between the two of you is starting to dwindle, and now you have pretty Karina here. Someone who you know he was interested in in the past, someone who is now sitting here and telling you that she is very much interested in him.
“What is it you like about him?”
You’re still looking down when you ask the question, flipping through pages of your notebook to feign nonchalance. You risk a glance at her as you say it, and you see her deep in thought, a smile coming to her face. You wonder if you look the same when you think about him.
“Hm.. I like that he’s himself, in all situations. I like that in the few times we have spoke he’s always made an effort to be a friend. He’s just very.. generous.”
It stings a little to hear him described through the rose-tinted glasses of someone else. You feel so selfish right now because in-fact, you don’t want to let him go. You don’t even want to entertain the possibility. But Karina is so sweet and who are you to stop him from being happy? Sungchan is widely desired and by many people, you can’t help but feel like if it isn’t Karina today then someone else will come around tomorrow, someone who isn’t as kind as she is.
“I think you should speak to him.”
You watch the way her eyes light up as you say it, the joy clear on her face.
“Really?” The hope in her voice stings.
“I mean it, I could see if he isn’t busy now?”
You don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself but as she excitedly nods you’re pulling out your phone, telling him to come see you in the library. Internally, you hope that he doesn’t show, but Sungchan always shows up when you ask him to, always the reliable one. Before you know it, he’s walking up to your table that’s tucked away in between the shelves full of books. He already has a smile on his face, one that falters a bit when he sees Karina but you just take it for nerves. He pulls out a chair next to you, setting his things next to yours, greeting the both of you as he does so. He retrieves a pastry from his bag and sets it in front of you, watching your expression. You look from him, and then to Karina who’s watching the exchange in front of you.
“I’m sorry Karina had I known you would be here I would have asked if you wanted anything.”
He’s charming as ever as he says it, even when he’s apologetic. You pick up on how he says he would have asked her, but he didn’t have to ask you because he already knows the sweet treats you favor. She shakes her head as she announces that it’s okay, but you can’t help but feel like maybe she might misread things and so you push the pastry in front of her.
“I’m actually not very hungry right now, Karina can have it. Karina you like sweets right?”
She smiles brightly at your offer, nodding her head as she starts to eat the treat. You look at him and offer him a smile as a way to say “see?”, but when you look at him he just looks confused. The air takes on an awkward tone, no one really speaking after the first exchange. You speak up in an effort to shift the conversation.
“I’m actually tutoring Karina in applied calculus right now.. we’re prepping for a final right now.”
“is that so? I didn’t know you tutored.”
Sungchan takes out his own things as he says it, looking at you interested as ever, encouraging you to go on.
“I’m not that great, but she’s a quick learner.”
“We’re struggling with polynomials right now, but y/n is very patient.”
You smile at her compliment, telling her a polite thank you.
“Are you coming to y/n’s birthday party?”
When he addresses her her face lights up, but she still tries to maintain a calm energy. She nods her head instead of speaking, mouth presently occupied with eating the pastry, hoping that he understands her.
“It’ll be great to have you there, y/n deserves a big celebration full of friends.”
You roll your eyes at the compliment he throws you, catching the way Karina hangs onto how he says it’ll be great to have her there. You feel Sungchan place his hand on your thigh from under the table, he gives it a gentle squeeze and your body is set alight. As you observe her giddiness, the touch makes you feel guilty. You start to think they’re not gonna be able to talk with you still in their presence, and an idea comes to mind. Admittedly it doesn’t sit quite right with you, but to be truthful you don’t want to be near them if it means watching Karina flirt with Sungchan. It hurts too bad to watch her and be reminded of yourself.
“Actually, Sungchan you aced applied calc last semester right?”
Absentmindedly he nods his head, hand still placed on your thigh, trailing up a little further. You choke on a cough as you try and shake his hand off.
“You remember polynomials?”
He gives your thigh one last squeeze before pulling his hand away reluctantly, humming in agreement. You hold your breath before you ask the next question, not sure what outcome you want the most, for him to agree or not.
“Do you mind teaching Karina? I just can’t explain it that great and I’m not feeling super well.”
He brings the same hand that was previously on your leg up to your forehead, checking your temperature. His concern makes your chest ache, especially since you know your lying.
“Do you want me to take you home?”
You watch Karina’s expression as he asks it and she’s looking away like she’s witnessing something she’s not supposed to and you panic, standing abruptly as you start packing your things.
“I’ll be fine to make it home myself, but do you mind staying with Karina? She could really use the help.”
You shoot her a reassuring smile, trying to convey to her that you’re trying to give them time alone. Sungchan looks from you, to her, and then back to you with an expression you can’t read.
“If you’re not feeling well then I can help her.”
You nod your head, finishing packing your bag as you feel his hand lingering on your lower back. You pull away from him and bid them both a quick goodbye as they both wish for you to feel better. You don’t notice but Karina does, the way Sungchan’s eyes watch for you even after you’ve already left their sight, the hand that was touching you still flexing like he was reaching for something.
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When you make it back home, you pace back and forth in your apartment, picking at your nails. You want to run back, want to tell Karina that no she can’t ask him out because the two of you are together. But he stayed there with her when you left the two of them. Maybe he does like her, and maybe what you have is over. Of course it’s just like you to dig your own grave.
When the nerves and the overthinking don’t settle, you decide to jump in the shower. It’s barely midway through the day and truly an odd time for a shower but you don’t know what else to do with yourself. As you take off your clothes, you catch your reflection in the mirror and what you see hurts so bad. Faded marks from Sungchan left where only you can see. It’s been a week since you last saw him so they’re starting to wear off, and usually he’s always quick to renew them. Your natural state has just been walking around like that, they remind you of tattoos but a little sweeter. Except as you look at them now you’re reminded that tattoos are permanent, not like the fading blue hues staring back at you in the mirror.
You had asked Sungchan once about why he liked to hide them so much. That night he lingered a little longer, when you came back from your ritualistic pee it shocked you to see him still sprawled out on your bed. Instead of questioning it you joined him, moving slowly and gently like if you move too fast it’ll scare him away. When you settled next to him, he wrapped his arms around you, moving so he rested his head against your chest. His fingers lightly traced the marks he left, delicately so as not to hurt you. The intimacy made you feel dizzy, heart beating quickly in your chest, he could no doubt hear it right now. Testing your boundaries you bring your hand up to play with his hair, just trying to soothe where you had fucked it up. You watch him as he stares at the marks on you, deep in thought.
“Why do you always put them where only I can see?”
You didn’t mean anything behind the question, it was a genuine curiosity of yours. You had your theories, shamefully the one that took precedence in your mind was maybe he had wanted to hide what it is that happened between you two. A less harmful one being that maybe he just liked those parts of you the most, that maybe he didn’t put much thought into the placement. His actual response made you feel a little too tender, the intimacy choking you.
“Because they’re only meant for you.”
That answer stings more when you consider how before you and Sungchan got involved in any of this you confided in him about your dislike for prying eyes in your relationships. You felt like the connection you have with someone else is sacred, and it’s more special if only you see it. Thinking back to it now as the water cascades down your body you wish there was a way for you to scrub clean all that you had done. Maybe then it would be easier to forget, maybe then it would be less painful.
When you jump out of the shower you stare at your phone. You’re not sure what you’re hoping for, all you know is that you wanted to hear from him, maybe it’s best that you didn’t. As you move to the kitchen to start prepping for dinner in an effort to give yourself something to do, you notice that the weather is picking up, a light drizzle heard against the windows. Mindlessy, you wash and cut vegetables, your mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Sungchan. When there’s a knock on your door you’re a little startled, not expecting any company. In your daze you don’t check the peephole, just throwing open the door and you’re met with Sungchan wet from the rain.
“Sungchan?”
When the initial shock settles you step aside, opening the door further for him, he steps in and you move to grab a towel but as you turn to leave he grabs your wrist. You look down at where he grabs your wrist, when you look back at him he lets your hand slip from his grasp. He seems off, and you’re feeling awkward, not quite able to see his face with his expression concealed by the damp hair in his face. To break the silence, you say the first thing that comes to mind.
“Why didn’t you just use the spare key if you were coming?” You try and laugh off the tension, but it doesn’t sit right in the air.
“Why did you tell Karina that we weren’t a thing?”
His question cuts through the dead air, and straight through you. You’ve never seen him this way, brash and irritated, dare you say a little hurt. Sungchan was always bright, never once did you see him display a negative emotion other than crying during films. This version of him is unfamiliar to you.
“Because we’re not.”
You look down at your feet as you say it, shifting your weight from one foot to the other nervously. You’re very aware of your bare legs right now, your sleep shorts doing very little to cover you. Normally you wouldn’t care but right now you feel so exposed. You look back up at him and for the first time in this conversation, you finally see his face. He’s frowning, looking at you in disbelief, like he can’t believe what it is he just heard.
“You know what y/n, I don’t get you.”
“I thought you liked her.”
He scoffs when you say it, laughing incredulously, tongue poking the inside of his cheek now.
“Are you serious?”
“Why are you mad at me?”
You can’t help the harsh tone to your words because now you’re irritated. You thought you were just doing him a favor. A glare makes itself present on your face and you think to yourself how you’ve never talked to him this way. He hesitates before he says the next part, looking down at his hands and then at you like he’s reaching for the right words. He brings his hands to his face, rubbing at his temples frustratingly before blurting out his next words.
“Because I don’t know how else to get through to you that I like you. We sleep together, I see you several times a week, I drop everything when you need me, do you think that’s just a thing that normal friends do?”
You stare at him as the words settle in the air, he’s watching you with a frown on his face and you can read the genuine frustration laced in his words. You stand there, shocked, like you didn’t hear the words he just said or are just plain out refusing to. You shake your head, turning your back to him, lips pursing.
“Don’t say stuff you don’t mean.”
“That’s what I’m talking about. What is it gonna take for you to believe me, what else do I have to do to show you.”
He walks in front of you as he says it, taking your hands in his own now, pleading with you. You feel the coolness of his palms from the rain and you want to warm him up. You want to invite him inside with you for the night where the both of you can just exist together. But all of the feelings taking place between the two of you is just two much and you don’t know what to do or say to make you come down from them. You pull your hands away from his and wrap your arms around yourself.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
The words fall from your lips abruptly and quietly, spoken like a whisper.
“What do you mean?”
His voice is equally as quiet, but more hesitant now, all the fire gone. Sungchan reaches out for you again and you pull away before he’s able to touch you.
“I hate this so much, it’s too much. I hate all of it.”
It stings when you say it but you know it’s true, this whole agreement is eating you alive. Every touch of his is all consuming and overwhelming and you can’t sit in the same space as him anymore without feeling like your drowning in your feelings for him. When he speaks his voice breaks, sounding more hurt than angry.
“You’re the one who said ‘let’s keep it casual’.”
You don’t think enough about how you choose your next words, and the second they’re out you wish you could take them back.
“Well, I never should have kissed you. I never should have let myself believe that I could- that we could, ever have been together.”
The silence that follows is painful as you take in your own words. You hear Sungchan swallow thickly in the quiet space between the two of you as you finally look up at him.
“Is that how you really feel?”
His eyes are red-rimmed and the words fall from him akin to that of a hurt little boy. You wish you could reach out and hold him and tell him that you didn’t mean it. To take his face in your hands and kiss his tears away. But you fucked up, and you can’t come back. You think back to how in a week you’ll be a full year older but you’re still making the same dumbass mistakes. As he turns to open your door you realize how the two of you never even left your front entrance.
“Sungchan-“
The last thing you hear is the sound of your voice breaking as Sungchan gently closes the door behind him, not even slamming it which is arguably more painful. Now encompassed in the silence of your apartment and looking at the wet shoe prints from where he just stood, you let out a sob, letting the consequences of your actions sink in.
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Hey my maggots. It's me, Asmi *waves*.
I'm out in the real world. It's nothing like I remembered it. Before I found you, I had such bloody low standards for beauty and kindness and courage. I'd take what I could get.
But you gave me so much more. And now I can't sit in the real world and smile and pretend to be satisfied. No one knows me here, because they don't try to. Even if I'm waving who I am in front of them, right there in plain sight.
I'm going to the coast for four days, with my friends from high school. And they love me and I them. But. They love the person I was years ago, not the person I am now. They love someone who isn't me, and it hurts.
It hurts that they look confused when I ask them to call me by my name, that they don't see me as a boy even when strangers on the street do, that they don't realise. And now here I am, talking in a voice much deeper than I usually do, wearing the more stereotypically boyish of clothes, because I know if I slip up even a tiny bit, I'll lose even the little I have.
I'm not the same person I've always been. I'm different. And so it's a strange kind of coming out, not just as a man but as a human. And I know, even pre-everything, I pass as male to strangers when I want to. Because all they see is the truth right in front of them. I don't have that privilege with people from my past.
I'm holding onto the phone because it's where you are. What I love about the witching hours of night is that everyone around me is asleep, and all that's left is me and this screen where you live.
I could, so, so, easily, have a fun trip. Just shut up, and smile, and be whoever it is they want me to be.
But I've spent months with you now. And I know what it is to be loved, to be known, to be listened to and to be seen without bias or judgement.
And you've given me the courage to be myself, because for the first time in my life, I am sure that whoever it is I really am, that person can be loved, and deserves to be.
And I'm going to be him for this trip, and for the rest of my life, as far and as fiercely as I can. Because after all the love you've given him, that real me, it's the least I can do.
One day, I hope to escape. To where? I don't know. I don't know if I ever will find safety outside the screen and you. Maybe one day.
But for now, here I am in the upper berth of a train, where the vents stink of meat and the steel of the panels is cold against my forehead. Where silent bodies line the corridor like a morgue, assorted limbs and rounded feet and limp hands hanging off the berth as they sleep. The rumble of a neighbouring train, the staccato whir of the ceiling fans over my friends. This is the truth, right in front of me, and I cannot keep ignoring it.
Because when the sun is born and the train screeches into the station, the sky will be covered with bloody afterbirth, and I'll have to resign myself to the dissonance between who I am and who they remember me as.
Until then... at least I have this darkness. And you, here in my hands. I love you. So entirely, and completely.
The moon is full tonight. I saw it once before I entered this train. And I know it's out there, even though I can't see it from where I'm sitting.
I know you're out there. I love you, maggots.
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hi, i love your works, they are amazing! i don't know if you accept any requests, but if you don't mind could you write a one shot with Baji x reader, where they are 12-13(maybe before boys formed toman or just formed), she can be his friend, classmate, tutor, neighbour, Emma's friend, whatever your prefer, and Baji is so in love with her that everybody can see it and reader also and his friends tease him
Young Love | Baji x Reader
You were twelve and he was thirteen when he first saw you at Mikey's family dojo. From then, you swore he couldn't keep his eyes off you while you were hanging with Emma, his best friend's little sister.
"Why do you keep staring at y/n?" Mikey asked, as he drew his foot up for another kick.
"I don't know, really." Baji said, kind of irritated that Mikey caught him staring at you.
You all decided that once the session was over for the day, to go get something to eat. Emma invited you to tag along and so you did. The only issue was, who were you going to ride with?
"You can ride with me, y/n," Baji spoke up as he handed you his only helmet, "but holding on to the strap isn't safe so you should hold on to me instead." He smiled with his bright eyes and fangs showing.
You didn't say much, as you were nervous to be riding with him to begin with. You got on the back of his bike and he took off, trying not to scare you but to impress you at the same time.
Weeks had passed and Baji and had felt every need to keep hanging around you. He would constantly find excuses for Emma to invite you over and have you tag along with all of the guys.
"Emma, Draken is just going to ignore you, so why don't you invite y/n to come along so you won't be alone?" He would say, hoping Emma would pull out her phone and put you on speaker so he could talk to you.
"Are you sure you're not wanting me to invite her solely because YOU want to hangout with her?" Mikey would tease him, ruffling his hair. Baji would blush and shove him off, saying he just thought you were cool and wanted you to be apart of the group.
"Yeah, rightttttttt." Draken would let out a husky laugh as Baji continued to blush at his antics. Soon enough, you arrived and Baji was overwhelmed with excitement; it was surely showing through his toothy grin.
You all hung out for the entire day with Baji clinging to your side like a lost puppy. Even while at the arcade, he insisted that you two play games together, even the one armed arm wrestling one. He tried to win a big stuffed animal for you, but soon ran out of money.
At the end of the day, he finally got the nerve to ask for your phone number, but not though you, he asked for it through Emma. Emma reluctantly gave him your number so that way he could call and text you to hangout on his own time.
"Come on Emma, stop. I just like her cause she's cool!" He beckoned at Emma's teasing gestures as she would giggle and call him a love sick puppy.
"Yeah Emma, don't discourage our poor Baji from being in loveeeee." Mikey would perk up and join in the teasing.
Baji's face was completely red after this incident, but you still received a call from an unknown number later that night. Of course, you decided to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Uh, Hi, this is Baji… I uh, got your number from Emma and was wondering if you wanted to hangout tomorrow after school?" He finally mustered up the courage to ask.
"Sure! I'd love to!" You smiled through the phone.
Hanging out with him after school and on the weekends was always the best times. He would take you to eat, to the arcade, to the beach, and on random bike rides around the city. He really tried his best to behave in order not to scare you. Of course, you knew that Baji liked you, yet you decided to keep the teasing at a minimum since you liked him too.
Thus, beginning your relationship with a young, bashful Baji Keisuke.
(A/N: I hope you enjoy!!! :))
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Hellooo may I ask if you plan to continue the kny cats series?
KNY Kitties | 4
Sooner than the quadruple had liked your friend had returned and was eager to take her cats home
And while the sad mews from the kittens broke your heart it was nice to see the Magenta and Waterbug reclaim their role as guardians
Once again alternating between following you around the house and watching the kittens
While you’d like to say all was back to normal it was not
The blonde Turkish angora with rainbow eyes seemed to be finding himself at your place more often
With a new friend named Snowflake
Turns out your friend who owned him did return from her trip
But she had fallen in love with the idea of traveling and had convinced her boyfriend to do the same
Which meant you were left to take care of both of their cats for the foreseeable future
As disappointing as that was having the new short hair around helped balance everyone out
Keeping the mischievous Angora busy
Otherwise, life was good
You were hanging out even longer with your new landlord
And cracking down on the only cat that seems to be escaping from your home:
“Okay, my babies! I’ll see you all in a bit I just have to make a quick run! Behave please!”
The sound of your voice suddenly disappearing behind the door caught everybody off guard. As far as they were concerned you were just getting a snack in the kitchen, you’d said so after getting up from cuddling with Magenta. The kittens who had previously tried to fall asleep beside Giyuu immediately snapped awake to go to the door to mew sadly. As though their crying would bring you back they held their little protest for a few minutes, deciding to sit by the door to wait. Giyuu figured he’d check on them before speaking to Muzan who was taking this opportunity to rub himself all over your clothes.
“Oi Muzan. Aren’t you stretching yourself too thin?//”
Without looking up the former demon king only intensified his scent smothering.
“How so?//”
“All week you’ve been jumping between being a cat and the ‘landlord’s son.’ Is there no stress on your body to be switching so often?//”
“No, I’m as infallible as I was in the past.//”
Giyuu hides the distasteful flicking of his tail at the prideful assumption. He didn’t really care if Muzan was caught, he was only worried about the rest of them transforming. If that time were to come.
“Ne ne Akaza-chan! Who do you think will be transforming next?”
The striped short hair groaned trying to slink away from Doma as they entered the bedroom. Giyuu’s ears twitched as he made his move to stay on the bed. Better to stay out of their way but still watch the Uppermoons.
“For all you know, it could be me!”
“Please we’d all be in trouble if it’s you.”
“Why wouldn’t you like it if we all go and live with our Master?”
Muzan perked up from the folded clothes to do his best to glare at his subordinates continuing to make biscuits on them.
“I wouldn’t let you live with me.”
“What?! Master why?!”
“(Y/n) would get the wrong idea about me and I will not have you disrupting my relationship with them.”
“How mean! Would you say the same with Akaza?”
“....No.”
“Whhyyyy?!”
Giyuu refused to say anymore jumping off the bed to the front door. He planned to check on the quiet kittens rather than listen to the useless drivel that was this conversation. He hoped none of it would be considered true. But if this was going off of physical prowess from their past lives that would be a likely scenario rather than Tanjiro. Giyuu was disappointed to see that Tanjiro hadn’t had the same changes he noticed Muzan was having before he first transformed.
When he finally entered the kitchen and doorway of the house he found the kittens precariously stacked on each other while standing on the counter, attempting to grab some treats. Recently you’ve been trying to teach the kittens some commands and tricks. Unfortunately for you, the kittens were smart enough to wish they could have those treats all the time.
“Tanjiro, Nezuko, Rui! What are you all doing?//”
A series of ‘uh oh’ and hushed whispers told him all he needed to know. Easily he hopped up on the counter to safely break up the little stack they had going on. They proceeded to whine and complain as he sent a scathing look to all of them–specifically at Tanjiro.
“Tanjiro what is this? I would’ve expected more from you.”
“It’s just that they were both hungry and they were crying–”
“That’s no reason to do this. If you’re so hungry you’ll wait until (Y/n) gets home.”
“But–”
“No, buts. Off the counter.”
But of course, as the kittens begin to slink away preparing for the drop-down, Muzan intervenes.
“What seems to be the problem.”
Giyuu prepares to speak only to be beaten by Rui. Who proudly tattles as though Giyuu was in the wrong.
“The old man says we can’t eat even though we’re hungry!”
“--Hey!”
Muzan probably already aware of the true situation coyly sits at the bottom of the counter.
“Well, that’s not right then.”
With a smooth snapping of bones, the human form of Muzan stood tall and more than able to reach for the treats. The kittens cheered letting out happy mews as he opened the bag and began leaving some food out. Giyuu groaned in the only way a cat can.
It is then his dark blues spot the small device above the refrigerator.
“Mu—!//”
Before he could get it out the door swung open. It is then that Muzan turns completely naked to look horrified at the main doorway where you had your phone’s light flashing with a picture and your jaw hanging open.
“OH MY G–”
#yandere x reader#yandere x you#lovelyyandereaddictionpoint#yanderexrea#yandere#yanderes#yandere harem#yandere kny#yandere demon slayer#yandere demon slayer x reader#yandere kimetsu no yaiba#yandere kny x reader#yandere kimetsu no yaiba x reader#yandere muzan#yandere kny kitties#yandere muzan kibutsuji#yandere giyuu tomioka#yandere giyuu#yandere tanjiro kamado#yandere rui#yandere douma x reader#yandere akaza#yandere muzan kibitsuji x reader
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AND I AM BACK TO THE FIC REC GRIND BABY...Hope you enjoy them and give love to all the authors <3
Short fics:
he slips in to relieve the pain by weeb_grass (M, 3.3k, Complete)
Yuuji cannot sleep now that he's got another soul picking at him from within his own mind.
Megumi keeps replaying the moment Sukuna ripped his friend's heart out.
Both find ways to cope with the pain of emotional manipulation.
"You stupid boy, Sukuna whispered into the deep crevices of Yuuji’s heart. You stupid, love-sick boy."
My Love Mine All Mine by darlingscurse (T, 8.1k, Complete)
“Not to worry, Yoshino,” Gojo announces brightly and while Megumi can’t see his eyes he feels them flicker to him for the smallest fraction of a second and something in his stomach drops. Oh no. “I just know what to do. Don’t you worry about that, your teacher has it all figured out!”
Megumi opens his mouth, impending doom hanging over his head like a storm cloud, but by then it’s already too late, lightning has already struck. Gojo, the biggest ass in human history, flashes thumbs up in the round and then goes: “I’m sure our brightest little shikigami user would love to help you.”
(or: Yuji comes back from the dead, comes back from the dead with a shiny new friend and Megumi is totally cool with that. Everything's peachy. Really.)
PS: this one for all the people (me) who LOVEE Megumi absolutely loathing Junpei for no reason except the fact Yuuji befriends him (sorry Junpei)
kiss me not him by tamarsilan (T, 9.4k , Complete)
Still, her mouth had nearly hung open in shock at the news.
“Junpei and I are dating,” Itadori had said with a smile on her face, holding up her and Yoshino’s intertwined hands. In their shared college dorm, Yoshino’s socked toes had dragged against their carpet, unsure. Fushiguro had been glad that she was sitting at the time. Between her hands the bunny-adorned coffee mug, Itadori had made her, threatened to shatter
Or: Fushiguro Megumi and the five stages of grief
Conbini Kisses by Anonymous (T, 2.1k, Complete)
Itadori’s anger, Megumi can deal with. His silence, however, is torture.
—————
Now they’ve reconnected, Fushiguro and Itadori have a much needed conversation.
The Brotherly Code by awkwardtypeos (T, 2.8k, Complete)
He sighs heavily, and looks his best friend dead in the eye, and finally delivers the news. “You cannot court Fushiguro. He is not worthy of you. I must ask you to put a stop to this.”
Itadori blinks at him once, twice, several times, and then absolutely squawks, high-pitched and certainly not manly, “W-what do you mean? Todo that’s-that’s none of your business!"
sweet disposition by Nicolefrickle (T, 3.1k, Complete)
Itadori needs touched, and Megumi needs to heal
Long Fics:
you may bury my body by movequickly (M, 32.9k, Complete)
In all the worst ways, Yuji is just like Suguru.
PS: I could not sleep for 3 whole days after reading this...this fic is intense i won't lie, the gojo and yuuji scenes are hard to swallow, gojo and geto scenes even more but all in all this also feels like a love letter to Yuuji
Saving You by earthtodora (T, 73k, Ongoing)
Yuji dies in the battle against Sukuna in Shinjuku. When he wakes up in the infirmary, he finds that he's in the past, before the events of the Culling Game, and the Shibuya Incident. Yuji must try to avoid making the same mistakes, and find a way to defeat the King of Curses and save the people he cares about. But first, he must find a way to deal with his own trauma and come to terms with the future he left behind.
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"Sensei," Yuji spoke up suddenly, snapping Gojo out of his thoughts.
Gojo looked over at him.
"Yes, Yuji?"
"I want you to kill me."
tears of a tiger (there is no night without dawn) by rugbratz (T, 53.9k, Completed)
Yuuji understands that most people in his situation would be excited for the promise of tomorrow and what it may bring. But that’s not him. Yuuji can’t even begin to explain the conglomeration of emotions that he feels, but he knows that all of them are horrible and that he’s not ready. He never is.
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#itafushi#yuji itadori#jjk itadori#megumi fushiguro#jjk megumi#fushiita#jujutsu megumi#megumi x yuuji#itadori x fushiguro#itafushi fic recs#fushiita fic recs#fic rec list#fic recs#ao3 fic recs#fic rec
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Please don't change
Best friend!Jk x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Suggestive themes, domestic (Friends to lovers)
You and Jung kook spend a day at the beach, enjoying summer together.
You were excited that you could finally go to the beach.
Work had been really busy and you hadn't been able to find time to hang out with your best friend.
It didn't bother him as much at first but then he realized how much he missed you.
He missed you.
Ever since that one day, where you met on campus, you two would meet up.
It was library dates at first then outside of campus, going to explore different parts of the college which were abandoned.
You both found them more interesting and peaceful, you would sit in the grass and talk about whatever was on your minds.
And after crying your eyes out, would go to the convenience store and get ice cream.
You two grew close over time, that is until you got a job to help afford the tuition.
He had been working too, work and school had been busy and you two hadn't been together in a while.
Jungkook: Hey.
Y/n: Hey!
Jungkook: Let's go to the beach
Y/n: Sure! When?
You suddenly hear knock at the door and you go to the door hesitantly, you see him standing there impatiently.
You chuckle and open the door.
"Well hello there."
"You ready?"
You look down at your pajamas and look back at him with your hands on your hips.
"Does it look like it?"
He rolls his eyes and walks in.
"Hurry up." He says as he goes to sit on the couch.
You sigh and mumble to yourself as you go back to your room and start to get dressed.
You put on your bathing suit and pack your back before going back to the living room.
He looks up from his phone and smiles softly.
"You look good." He says shyly.
"Thanks." You say sheepishly and grab your phone.
"Yeah.." he says softly as he stares at you a bit longer.
You two had always had a tension between you too, but never resolved it. You friends would always tease you about how you had a crush on him but you always would try to change the subject or flat out deny the situation.
He gets up and follows you to the car.
He gets in and starts the engine and you connect your phone to the car.
You play your playlist that you two made months ago, adding songs both of you like.
He opens the sun roof and pulls out the driveway, you roll down the windows and look around as the wind flows in your hair
The summer was finally here, you couldn't relax much because of the rush hours at work, but you did appreciate the small moments you had, whether it was alone or with your friends.
Your best friend.
You wondered if that would ever change.
You get pulled out of your thoughts as you hear his stomach rumble.
"Ah!" "I'll feed you soon." He says as he pats it gently.
You laugh and shake your head.
"I'm pretty hungry too."
"We're almost to the store." He says as he continues driving and taping his fingers on the wheel to the music.
You stick your hand out the sun roof and feel the air, smiling at the breeze and enjoying the moment.
Your favorite song comes on and he turns it up, letting you sing your heart out.
He sings with you as he pulls into the parking lot and lets the song play before getting out.
You smile as you walk in and the smell of convenience store food hits your nose.
You both look at each other with the same thought and start to walk towards it.
There was someone standing there selling potatoes on a stick, which seemed to please both of your hungry stomachs.
"Can I get two of these?" He asks politely and the person at the stand takes two out and hands it to him.
He pays the money and hands one to you, you smile softly and start to eat right away almost burning your tongue at how fast you were eating.
He snorts and shakes his head before walking off and walking around the store.
You grab a cart and start looking around.
🫧
You smile as you get out of the car, stretching from the nap you took.
The waves crash against the sand, bringing the calming noise you loved.
"It's so pretty." He sighs
You nod in response as he opens the trunk and starts to unload the car.
You were excited, finally able to spend time with your friend who you had missed, not to mention the delicious food you bought.
And of course:
Ice cream.
You set the cooler down and sigh, looking at the water always makes you feel better, you jump slightly when you feel an arm pat your back.
"This must be nice after all those hard exams huh?" He chuckles.
"Totally." You chuckle back.
🫧
You were about a few shots and a highball in, you take another one after loosing a game of uno.
For the nth time.
"This isn't fair." You pout as you take the shot.
He chuckles and sets back in his chair.
The sun had set already and the fire was cackling, adding to the calming ambience.
"Well, if you don't want to have to keep taking shots, then step up your game." He shrugs.
"Your cheating!" You pout.
"Now, let's not lie." He giggles.
"You just suck." He shrugs.
"But we could play something else." He suggests.
"What?"
"Truth or dare." He smirks.
"What are we?" "In high school?" You snort.
"Oh come on, just a few rounds." "plus, I want to finish this." He says as he raises his highball.
"Fine." You mumble and sit back in your chair.
"True or dare?"
"Truth."
"Do you like me?"
You spit out your drink, coughing aggressively.
He comes to you quickly.
"You okay?" He says, his tone sounds worried.
You shake your hands reassuringly.
"I'm fine." You choke out.
He hands you some water and pats your legs.
"Drink."
You drink the water and start to feel a bit better.
Though now you're embarrassed.
How could he ask that?
"W-where, uh..where did that come from?"
"What?"
"Why did you ask that?"
"Why do you think I asked?"
You scoff and push him playfully.
"I like you." He says.
Suddenly time had stopped.
Just for a moment.
You stare at him.
After all that time of you just playing it safe with your feelings, feeling like he wouldn't feel the same, those times where you wanted to tell him, when you felt jealous that other girls were interested in him, thought that he would give them the time.
The thought that he would never be yours.
All of those anxious feelings melted away.
Those precious words..
Meant the everything to you.
"I like you too." You say after a while of silence.
You stare at each other, taking in the fact that you just confessed.
Every worry had melted away.
Faster than the ice cream that your probably left in the car.
"Yeah?" He says as a smile forms on his face.
He takes your hand.
"I want us to be together, no more hiding, no more playing it cool." "I really like you, and I want to be your boyfriend." He says seriously.
"I want us to be together too." "I've liked you for so long, I just didn't know how to tell you." You confess.
"I've felt the same." He says in a soft tone.
He reaches up and grabs your chin.
"Can I be your boyfriend?" "Please?" He says, his big doe eyes staring into yours.
"Only if you admit that you cheated in uno." You say playfully.
He chuckles and shakes his head.
"Now you're doing too much."
You laugh softly and look at him with soft eyes.
Not with friendly ones, but with a look of love.
The look of a new bloomed romance.
"Of course I'll be yours Koo." You says softly.
He smiles and kisses you softly.
You kiss back and put your hand on his cheek.
"Oh!" You say as you pull back, suddenly remembering something.
"Should we have some s'mores?"
He looks around and nods.
"Whatever you want." He says as he looks around for the bag on marshmallows.
"I must've left them in the car." He mumbles.
"I'll be back." He says as he grabs the keeps and runs to the car.
You smile and nod as you wait for him to come back.
You hear an irritated but cute yell from the car.
You walk over to the car curiously.
"What's wrong?" You ask.
"The ice cream melted!" He says as he picks it up.
He pouts and laughs as the ice cream drips.
You both dramatically sob over the wasted ice cream.
"Should we eat it anyway?" You pout.
He shakes his head and looks down.
You pat his head.
"Don't worry, we can always get some more." You say positively.
He nods and cleans up the mess of the ice cream.
You both clean everything up and decide to make s'mores before going home.
You sit next to each other, playing music to forget about the ice cream.
You almost burn yourself from the melted marshmallow and you pull back and wince.
"Carefully baby." He says with furrowed eyebrows as he scolds you.
He was always protective of you when it came to you getting hurt.
It could be the smallest thing and he would always scold you cutely about being careful.
You loved it.
His face would scrunch up and his eyebrows would furrow though he would talk in pout.
"Don't do that."
"Be careful."
"See?" "What did we learn?"
You would always try not to be serious though it was hard too because of how cute he looked.
But to Jungkook, he couldn't stand the thought of you getting hurt.
You practically devour your s'more, making him laugh.
He wiped your cheek softly.
"Messy girl." He says to himself and wipes some of it off your cheek and licks his thumb.
You blush and look away.
He had always been so caring, but it also made you think, how long had he been waiting to do that?
"Koo."
"Hm?"
"Don't change."
"Change what?"
"How we are, like this."
He smiles and nod.
"I won't."
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Homesick | C. Sturniolo
TW: weed/drugs mention
AN: first sturniolo fic — also don’t do drugs, smoke a joint (pack a bowl, rip a bong, eat an edible idc!) where/when legal and enjoy.
WC: 935
Pairing: Chris x Reader
“Stay in Boston.” Chris read with confusion from a crumpled note he found in his newly thrifted hoodie pocket. He didn’t think much of it, just some trash left by an artist in Los Angeles. Whether it was a photographer, videographer, songwriter, or maybe a failed sketch was anyone’s guess.
What he wasn’t aware of was the treacherous journey that hoodie had taken to get to him and its ties to the city he called home. The hoodie had gone through a family vacation, a boy’s high school career, moving into a college dorm, a relationship, many italian ice date nights, and a breakup. The hoodie signified an era of someone’s life; the same tagline as everything else you lay your eyes on at a thrift store.
He thought about everything he had ever known as the items were piling up in his newly found second hand collection. Donating his skates when he was 13, his mother cleaning out the garage of all their holiday things, and even down to his brothers piling clothes on the bed to list for sale online. He didn’t own much, just enough to keep him out of trouble, so the thought of someone having enough to give away was enough to make his head spin.
He kept the paper regardless of whether it was trash or not. Chris adored Boston and only associated positive memories with it. Fenway Park, Gillette Stadium and TD Garden were his go to places to hang with his friends, brothers, or even alone. He remembers frantically Googling ‘free things to do in Boston’ before dates and eventually dipping into his wallet after he couldn’t find anything good with pride. He was someone who would do anything to make anyone happy, whatever the cost, but he couldn’t apply that theory to himself.
When all was done and dusted for the day he decided to shut himself in his room and unwind. He ran his fingers down the spines of the books you gave him, reading the titles to himself, hearing your voice with each syllable. Empty promises of going to visit him came flooding back into his memory as soon as he saw your favorite book; tattered edges, taped spine, and a receipt paper bookmark. He shook himself out of it and went to his desk to pack a bowl.
With a swift flick of the lighter Chris pressed the glass to his lips and inhaled for a moment feeling the weight of the world lift off of his shoulders. He sat in his computer chair and looked around his room for signs of you - something, anything. He repeated the motion a few times and grabbed the torn piece of paper from his thrifting excursion.
“Stay in Boston.” Chris repeated to himself countless times before grabbing his phone. He knew your number by heart and as soon as he hit the call button an all-too-familiar ache came over him. He took another hit and exhaled when he heard your voicemail message play. He never thought he’d be here; alone, in his room, pining after a love lost.”
“Hey, it’s Chris…” he started. “I wish you were here. I’ve said it every day to myself while I’ve been out here. I know neither of us wanted this… I don’t think either of us knew what we wanted. I’ve been getting by on memories of stumbling to diners and stealing the mugs or skipping classes to go hang out at the park…” he took another hit and sighed. “What I’m trying to say is my heart will always have a space for you, my brain has always had one.”
You looked at your phone to see another voicemail from Chris. You shrugged it off thinking it was most likely another message he recorded at a party where he would preface it with whatever drug he was taking at the time; the west coast ruined him. As much as you hated to admit it you kept up with their videos and you locked in on Chris looking more gaunt every time.
You hadn’t answered a call from Chris in months and you never reached back out. You listened to his newest voice message as you recanted the first call since the split. He had just done a few lines of cocaine and he described it as feeling a sense of finally being able to focus to a greater extent. It shook you to your core that a once happy-go-lucky boy turned into… this. You couldn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling.
Chris often called to describe his high to you; cocaine, ayahuasca, benzos, acid, angel dust, salvia - the list went on. You were still his safe space and since he drew the conclusion you weren’t even listening to them he let his troubles go in the safe space of voicemails and dial tones.
Chris clutched the “Stay in Boston” note and thought about what it meant to the previous owner of the hoodie. Chris also thought about why this would fall into his lap and when it did. He slowly fell back into his nightly routine while he continued to contemplate that random piece of paper.
After a night of continuing keeping up his high, losing games, and melting his brain over three words Chris decided to head to bed. The second he was in bed it’s as if on cue he saw your name flash across his screen. It knocked his next breath out of him as he answered with a simple “Hello?”
“Chris…” you said followed by a shaky exhalation. “Please stay in Boston.”
#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#christopher sturniolo x reader#sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#tw: weed#tw: drugs#lmk if we need anymore tw’s friends!
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Speechless
Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader
Warnings: none
Summary: Tim's lights are on, but nobody seems to be home.
Word Count: 1,572
By the time Tim and Angela made it out and into the bar, the usual nine to five crowd was already deep in "weekend mode". Groups of girlfriends were giggling while taking shots of cheap tequila. Packs of guys were working their way through pitcher after pitcher of beer. Weaving through the loud and lively crowd, Wesley already had their usuals sitting at their table for them. Lopez hums in content as she greets Wesley with a kiss and a grateful smile. "This is how it should be at the end of every week", Lopez declares before raising her bottle and clinking hers against Wesley and Tim's glasses.
"So now you're expecting me to be sitting pretty nursing the first round, just waiting for you guys to get here every Friday?" Wesley looks to his wife incredulously and rolls his eyes. "I think I'll pass". Angela shrugs dismissively, taking a sip.
"Obviously not every week, Babe. You and Tim's next lady can alternate every other week". Now it's Tim's turn to roll his eyes.
"Right, because a beer wench is all I'm looking for in a partner. No offense, Wes". Wesley shrugs.
"Since I have no choice but to accept this fate, maybe I can help find my new coworker? There's gotta be a single girl somewhere in my department. I can ask around on Monday". Angela takes her turn to roll her eyes.
"I so need my husband to ask around about the single women at his office", sarcasm dripping with every word. Lopez tips her bottle all the way up, getting the last drop, before setting it back down on the table. "Timothy will get a pretty lady soon enough. But right now, he's gotta get the next round."
Stiffly, Tim stretches his arms out wide and lets out a sigh before pushing himself up from the table. "Next round comin' up". Turning swiftly, Tim makes his way to the center of the bar, but not before bumping right into someone walking the opposite direction and back towards their table. Instinctively, Tim catches the victim of his unwareness by the waist, steadying her before fumbling any further.
"I am so sorry!" You say, rubbing your hands together anxiously. "I definitely thought I was paying attention, but there are so many people, I- I'm so sorry!" You try to search for any signs of anger or frustration on Tim's face, but you don't find any. In fact, you don't even think there's anyone home upstairs, from the looks of it.
Tim's mouth hangs open slightly as he stares at the woman in front of him. A million thoughts running through his head as none of those thoughts are actually making it to his mouth as tangible words. He doesn't think he's ever seen anyone as breathtaking as you, or stunning, as he is literally stunned in front of you. "Ar-are you okay?" You ask again, bringing him a little back to reality. Tim nods, still frozen in place from the shoulders down. "Umm, okay then. Since we don't need to exchange insurances or anything, I should be heading back". The last thing Tim wants is for you to leave his space, but those words are still taking their sweet time getting to his mouth. "Sorry again, have a good night!" You say as you awkwardly shuffle around him and head back to your table of friends. Tim still stands there, analyzing everything, until Angela begins to laugh and Tim's defense mode starts to kick in.
"Someone better be home up there before the squatters try to break in!" Angela jabs while Tim slowly brings himself down to sit at the table.
"Was it- was it that bad?" Tim looks to Wesley, who grimaces. Tim clenches his jaw.
"She might as well have been Medusa with how stonely you stood, man" Wesley shakes his head. "But you know, there's always room for bouncing back". Angela throws her head back with laughter.
"Next round says you can't come back from that", she challenges. Tim swallows hard. It couldn't have been bad beyond recovery, right? He shakes himself out of it and the adrenaline starts to course through his body. Looking out beyond their booth, Tim spots your head bobbing as you weave your way back to the bar. Time to man up, Bradford, he thinks to himself.
"Get your card ready, Lopez", Tim smirks as he pushes himself back up and towards the bar. Angela smiles to herself.
"It'd be Wesley's card anyways!" She calls back, but her voice gets lost amongst the sea of people Tim wades through to get to where you're standing and waiting to be served. You can do this, Bradford. You're a very handsome boy." Shaking any anxieties out of his body, he taps you on your shoulder. You turn around to investigate, blushing nervously with a shy smile. Tim can feel himself begin to seize in front you, and, for not knowing him pretty much at all, you're starting to feel that he is too.
"Let me guess, you have an injury and we actually do need to exchange insurances?" You chuckle. Tim opens his mouth to speak, but is met with, yet again, an empty house. You're usually never this forward, but you've got a couple of drinks under your belt. Guess you gotta taken the reins on this one, you think to yourself. "You know, what? I've actually got the shittiest insurance, maybe we should just exchange numbers instead so I can make it up to you? Think grabbing dinner could compensate for the value of your injuries?" You suggest, rocking back and forth on your heels. "I-I'm (y/n) by the way", you add and stick your hand out for him to shake. "Guess I should have said that earlier". You pray that your hand isn't sweaty as you hold it out for him, simultaneously searching his face for any signs of life.
Her hand! Shake her damn hand! Tim yells at himself internally and pushes himself to stick his hand out to meet yours. Tim notices how perfectly your hand fits with his, memorizing the softness of your skin. "T-Tim", he says to you, which comes out more as cough or gasp for air. Your shoulders visibly lower in relief that you hadn't stuck yourself out there for nothing.
"Nice to meet you, Tim", you smile and continue to shake his hand. Tim can't keep his eyes off you, taking in every sparkle in your eyes and how your smile could honestly fix any hard day's work that he's ever had. He notices how there seems to be one piece of your hair that's about to fall in front of your gorgeous face and he resists the urge to reach out and stop it from happening. What else can I say? Think, handsome boy, think. Shit, we're still shaking her hand! He drops your hand more abruptly than he liked to, a rigid smile and nervous chuckle following.
"I like burgers!" Tim says loudly, also more abruptly than he liked to. Your smile widens as you let a hearty laugh escape.
"I like burgers too!" You say with just as much energy. Now it's your turn to make him chuckle. You watch as his body relaxes into a more comfortable stance. "Easing up a little bit, I see?" You tease, stepping slightly closer to him. Tim shakes his head and smiles, his gaze returning to yours with an amazed smile on his face.
"I don't believe I've ever met anyone that has actually left me speechless", he admits to you. "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable in any way". You smile and swat your hand playfully dismissive.
"Don't worry about it," you smile. "I just hope burgers are enough to compensate for taking away your personal space and your breath away". Tim rolls his eyes playfully.
"Hey, I was still breathing" he lazily defends. "But a burger and some more of your time would certainly be a good start towards my compensation". You nod, impressed, and motion with your hand for Tim's phone. He opens it and places it into your hands for you to enter your phone number.
"How about your people talk to my people, and we can discuss proper reimbursement?" You hand the phone back to him with a smile. Tim reaches out and gets a hold of the phone, his fingers lingering over yours for just a moment before putting it back in his pocket.
"Sounds like a good start to me," Tim agrees, reluctant to leave your area of space. "I'll call you, (y/n). And I'll actually have more words this time", he promises and watches your smile get brighter and cheeks get rosier. He swears he'll do whatever he can to always make you look at him like that.
"I can't wait to hear them," you say. "It was nice to meet you, Tim". He smiles and nods before waving a small goodbye and heading back to an expectant Angela and Wesley.
"Where's my drink at?" Angela asks. Tim shakes his head slowly while pulling out his phone to show them your number. The husband and wife clap slowly, very impressed and surprised by the turnaround.
"So, where's my drink at, Lopez?" Tim shoots back, teasing. Angela looks to Wesley, eyebrows raised. Wesley sighs before pushing himself up from the table.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm on it".
#the rookie imagine#the rookie#the rookie smut#tim bradford smut#tim bradford imagine#tim bradford x reader#the rookie fic#the rookie one shot#newfandomscene#tim bradford fic
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https://twitter.com/Teuksj3/status/1792106543447470126?t=B2K6EGDOVIyEIqjK1vR3sw&s=19
I read your post about jm the other day and saw this on Twitter Today and this is actually not the first tims I'm seeing armys or others say things like this about him. Those are basically antis actually and all of them believe that jimin is not actually the Angel that he seems and it's the company that portrays him this way lol. They're wondering why it's always jm jm everywhere but has they stopped to think for a while that people see jm always everywhere cause he's actually the ONLY member who has been with every single member for their solo project? Like he's the only one who managed to do that out of his busy schedule apart from hanging out with them as you said. I'm sure if hobi was here he'd have gone to other members as well. Jm and hobi are the glue of the group cause others do it for one or two members while these two tries their best to be the same for everyone.
Your ask reminded me of this post i made a few days ago.
The thing is Jimin sometimes seems too good to be true. His kindness, emotional intelligence, selfless and attentiveness especially towards his members is incredible. Many people in the world don’t know people as selfless and caring as Jimin is so that is why the first thing they say is that his kindness is pretentious and that the company tries to portray him that way even though he isn’t really like that. They find it extremely difficult to believe that one person can actually possess all these amazing qualities and that’s on them.
The thing is, it’s not just what we see Jimin do but also what the members have said about him countless times.
Here is Jk saying that Jimin’s charm is his thoughtfulness or how considerate he is
And then we have Namjoon talking about how selfless and likeable Jimin and how he basically always puts others before himself.
And then we have all those instances that Tae has spoken about how much Jimin was there for him, how he listened to his worries, cried with him, laughed with him and this time he wrote this very beautiful letter to Jimin and even cried while reading it
We have Hobi talking about Jimin’s emotional intelligence and how Jimin is a donsaeng who feels more like a same age friend.
Jin too has spoken endlessly about how kind and considerate Jimin is and i even remember that time when he said if he were to pick any member to date, it would be Jimin because Jimin is just too kind.
Suga teases the heck outta Jimin but he never fails to talk about Jimin’s kindness, intelligence and talents.
My point is, Jimin’s kindness and thoughtfulness cannot be something the company is trying to potray which isn’t the truth because the members themselves who know Jimin and have lived with him for so many years have spoken endlessly about his kindness. The members constantly praise each other for different things but no other member has been praised for their kindness and thoughtfulness as much as Jimin has by his own members. People can say anything they want to say about Jimin but saying that his kindness and support towards his members is all for show is just ridiculous. He has been consistent. And like you said, he and Hobi are the two who try to be there for everyone. This ofcourse doesn’t mean that the other members don’t care , it’s just that for Jimin and Hobi, it is important for them be there for everyone they care about whenever they can.
We don’t see Jimin being present for everyone because the company wants to potray him as some kind person. We see him being present for everyone because he takes the initiative to be present for everyone. Jimin is kind and thoughtful and selfless and considerate. He does things for people who wouldn’t do the same thing for him and doesn’t seem to expect anything in return. People like this do exist but some armys are having a hard time believing this because they just aren’t used to seeing people being this perfect.
On that note, let’s end with my favourite tweet of all time.
Because he is honey. Because he is💛😌
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Sundrunk
PAIRING - Miya Atsumu x Reader
WC - 2.8K GENRE - Fluff, light Angst
CW - pining mutual if you squint
SYNOPSIS - After realizing that you have feelings for one of your best friends, you start to realize how disorienting it truly is to be around him...
PREV PART | MASTERLIST | NEXT PART
AGE 18
There's this feeling. A certain feeling that you get after being exposed to the sun for an extended amount of time. The feeling is all dependent on what you're doing in your time in the sun.
If you're doing work in the sun for too long, it could be frustrating, exhausting. Your body refusing to cool down no matter what you try. It becomes irritating.
You can feel your skin start to get sticky, each movement making your nerves fray a little bit more by the minute. Every spec of dirt or dust creating an itch of irritation spreading across your skin.
You despised that feeling.
However, if your time in the sun was spent doing something fun, it created a little more of a blissful feeling.
When the sun hits you in just the perfect way, soaking into your skin. Sometimes you can feel the tan lines developing - deepening.
The dizzying feeling of heat, of the sun on exposed skin and laughter filling the air. It left a tingling feeling, started at the top of your neck and seeped into your senses. The tingling slipped into your veins and spread through your body, numbing every warning thought in your brain.
Every sip of water you took felt like alcohol seeping into your blood. It was the feeling of being drunk. Drunk without any alcohol. Drunk off the sun and the laughter of your friends.
That was the feeling you had now. You were sundrunk.
It was your own fault really, for the position you were in now, stuck sitting on the edge of the pool in your new bathing suit, your mind completely blank.
"Yer droolin'." You jumped slightly at the voice from behind you, almost slipping off the edge and into the cold water. After your heartbeat eased up, you turned to glare at the source.
"Shut yer trap, 'Samu." You growled out at him. He only gave you a bored look with raised eyebrows, looking past you where your eyes had previously been trained.
Atsumu was currently drinking water as he chatted with Ginjima. You groaned as you trained your eyes back towards your own personal hell.
Atsumu was shirtless, his swim trunks hanging loosely on his hips and you hated that Osamu was right. You probably were drooling. If this was a movie there’d be that annoying music playing as the camera panned with your eyes.
Moving from his muscled calves and his overly defined thighs. Thighs you could definitely find yourself straddling if you’d just work up the nerve. You trained your eyes on the way his shorts hung almost too low on his hips, where you could see the defined dips in his lower torso. Deep lines between his hips and his abs that trailed beneath the hem of his shorts.
And god those abs, perfectly defined and flexing every time he laughed over something either he or Gin said. Your eyes traveled further up and watched as he turned slightly, like he knew he was giving you a show. You breathed in deeply as his back muscles rippled as he lifted his arms to take another drink. His body was still covered in water, drops gathering in the dips of his muscles and dragging down his skin.
His muscles in his arms bulged against his skin as he lifted the glass to his lips. You watched as his head tilted back, baring his throat. God why was is so hot the way that his Adam’s apple bobbed as his swallowed down the liquid. You gulped in response, watching his tongue dart out to lick the stray drop that was left on his lips.
He suddenly let out a loud laugh, a smile spreading across his face as he lightly shook his hair. His poorly bleached hair (you would never admit that dye job was your fault) was slightly wavy from the pool water and flung droplets away from him.
God he was beautiful.
You let your eyes fall again, traveling the bare expanse of his chest and imagined-
"Perv." There was a soft snort and a camera shutter. You ripped your eyes away from their target quickly. Suna was watching you with a half-amused glint in his eyes as he slid into the pool next to you, hand wrapped tightly around his phone. "You should see how you look in this picture." He laughed lightly and you glared at him.
"Delete it now, Suna." You groaned and reached for the phone which he easily pulled out of your reach.
He hummed in thought before shaking his head. "Nah, I'll keep it for later." He held his arm above his head and watched as you jumped for it in a futile effort.
"Miysam." You whined, looking to your best friend. "Make your mean teammate give me the photo." Osamu laughed at you and shook his head lightly. "Useless." You growled out and then dove for Suna again. You huffed when you missed yet again.
"Whatever, I need to reapply my sunscreen." You huffed and rolled your eyes, pulling yourself fully out of the water. "This isn’t over."
"Ooh I'm scared." Suna teased. "I'll add it to the wedding montage." You pulled your sunglasses back over your eyes and stuck your tongue out at them both over your shoulder before continuing to walk away.
The tingly feeling was something you were used to ignoring. But you were going to blame that tingly feeling for what happened next.
You barely registered the feeling of your wet foot slipping out from under you, better processing the brief feeling of weightlessness as your body propelled backwards, your back wanting to greet the pavement.
The feeling was so brief because of how quickly there was an arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you from falling completely.
"Hey, clumsy." You pouted up at Osamu as he rolled his eyes at you. He pulled you up easily, letting you collide with his bare chest. Like any other girl, you couldn't help the heat that washed over your cheeks, even if he was only a friend.
"Could ya try t'not die on us. We're tryna enjoy our day off." You tried to push away from his chest but he held you to him tightly. "Give it a sec." There was amusement in his voice that you couldn't see in his face. You could just barely make out the small glint in his eye.
"What are you talking about?" You whispered harshly trying to wiggle free again. His fingers grazed across your side, brushing lightly over an extremely ticklish part. You let out a soft shriek and started to squirm more.
"No." You tried to steady your voice but Osamu's fingers found your side again. "Miysam no!" You shrieked out another laugh and went to protest more when the brief moment was interrupted.
"lIl save ya, a/n/n," Atsumu's voice rang out from behind you. You tilted your head back and looked up at him standing behind you. He, however, was looking right over your head at his younger twin.
Osamu had a light smirk on his face and Atsumu's eyes held that particular glint they got when he was ready to fight with his brother. You were suddenly pulled out of Osamu's arms and into Atsumu's.
"Keep yer hands t'yerself, 'Samu." Your face flushed hot as you felt Atsumu's arms flex around you. The same ones that you had just been watching so carefully. The heat of his body felt much hotter than the sun.
"S'okay, 'Tsumi." You struggled to keep your voice steady as you looked back up to him. This time, he looked down at you and you nearly lost your ability to stand with how close and intimate you found this position.
"I- um," you cleared your throat and twisted yourself out of his arms, facing him now, "I gotta go put some sunscreen on." You hoped that he would take your excuse to leave and that it would excuse the pink tint on your skin from his touch.
Out of the corner of your eyes, behind Atsumu, you could see Suna briefly flashing you his screen, the picture blurry from your distance but you had no doubt it was one he’d just taken of you between Atsumu and Osamu. Going into his 'wedding montage'. You glared.
"C'mon princess," your heart was too busy fluttering at the name that your head couldn't even register that it was what he tended to use when he was up to no good, "who needs sunscreen?" He let a puff of breath out through his lips and leaned down to your height, slapping one of his stupid smiles on his face. One of the ones you just couldn't resist no matter how much trouble it would get you in.
"I do." You said sternly, popping your hands onto your hips in protest. Someone had to be the mature one here and it would not be him. "M'gonna burn if I don't."
"Awwwww, c'monnnnn." He whined, folding his body to the side dramatically. "Come back ta the pool wit' me?" He painted a pout onto his lips and you felt your determination waver. "Yer not gon' burn." He saw your arms loosen from their posture and grinned at you brightly.
"C'mon," he popped back up to his height and looked at you expectantly, "fer me?" Nail in your coffin.
The dizziness came back to fill your brain and you groaned at your weakness, covering your face. "Fine." You mumbled out through your palms and heard him holler in excitement.
You could picture him jumping up like a child who just got told they could have their favorite toy, and from behind you, you heard the coughed out 'weak' from Osamu.
You snapped your head back to give your best friend a glare over your shoulder but it was quickly replaced by a look of surprise as you once again felt your feet leave the ground. Atsumu easily tossed you over his shoulder and a scream involuntarily left your lips.
"Back to the water!" Atsumu yelled with a laugh and started to run towards the direction you’d just left.
If you’d thought about it a little more you might've been embarassed that your ass was right next to his face. Might've been nervous that he'd let you slip and you’d go falling face-first from six feet above the ground. Might've been flustered from the way his arm tightened around the back of your thighs, pinning your body to his.
Instead, you let yourself remember that, first and foremost, this was Miya Atsumu. The biggest pain and annoyance of your life.
"Miya!" You shouted as he laughed. "Put me down!" You shrieked. "M'gonna kill ya!" You slammed your fist against his back but it did nothing as he neared the water. The water that you had been avoiding getting in all the way. Because despite how hot the sun was, the water was cold. Very cold.
"Hold ya breath a/n/n!" Atsumu laughed and you felt his body lower slightly, preparing to jump.
"No!" You shrieked. "’Tsumi! No!" Your protests were too late though, he jumped and threw you both into the water.
Your body left his briefly as you became fully submerged. You felt your chest tighten up immediately at the freezing sensation that contrasted the warm rays of the sun you’d been feeling just a moment before.
As soon as you forced your limbs back into submission, you pushed your way back to the surface of the water. You broke the surface with a loud gasp for air and a couple coughs. Atsumu was laughing about a foot away from you.
"What the fuck!" You tried to hold back the laugh that bubbled in your throat but were unsuccessful. You made it up to yourself by quickly splashing him with the freezing water.
"Hey!" He cried out as the water caught him in the face. He laughed none the less and suddenly you felt his hand wrap around your ankle and pull you towards him. "Wanna start a war?" He asked with a smirk, his eyes held a playful glint and his voice would've sent you sinking under the water if he hadn't been holding you up.
The dizzy feeling returned, tingling filled your veins as the sun beat down on you, making the cold of the water more bearable. You felt drunk, drunk on the sunlight that came from above you and right in front of you. The sunlight that left a pink tint across your flushed cheeks.
You shook your head with a small laugh. "Yer gon' regret it." You quickly popped yourself above water and then shoved him down with you, laughing as you both became fully submerged again.
The rest of the day was filled with laughs as you and Atsumu slowly dragged more of the team into your little war, breaking into teams at points and even pulling out the water guns. Every time you tried to leave the water to find your way back to your bag that held your sunscreen, you were held back by Atsumu's pouting and pleas.
You were eventually so wrapped up in Atsumu's antics that you forgot all together. Even ignoring Osamu at points because Atsumu had flipped the floater you’d been laying on.
It wasn't your fault, really. You blamed it on the sun. For the position you were in now, that is. Sitting on Osamu's bed as he smoothed aloe over your sensitive shoulders. You hissed at the cool sensation against the burning of your skin.
"Ya look like a lobster." Osamu snorted and you rolled your eyes like he could see you.
"I's not ma fault!" You whined, letting your head fall forward and hissing again as he rubbed over a particularly sensitive spot on the top of your shoulder.
"All cause ya can't say no t'him." You groaned and shook your head at yourself. "Went and got yerself the worst sunburn l've ever seen on ya." He laughed at you again and you reached back to swat at him.
"Stop hoggin' y/n all ta yaself, 'Samu!" Atsumu burst into the room with a pout on his face and you snapped your gaze over to him.
You glared lightly, his skin was slightly tinged pink from the sun that day, but he was mostly fine. The sun had set already and you knew your sunburn wasn't even fully set yet but it was already burning.
"Ya get 'er all the time! Share!" Atsumu continued whining and you glared at him. You would blame the sun for this burn. The sun and Atsumu.
Osamu moved before you did, throwing one of his pillows towards his brother. "Get outta here! No one likes ya." Atsumu went to yell back but Osamu's threw another pillow. "She's mine ya dummy!"
Atsumu glared but slammed the door behind him when he left. You groaned and let your cheek fall against one of your hands, propping your head up from the grip.
"When are ya gon' put him outta his misery and tell him ya love him?" Osamu questioned you as he poured more aloe on your back.
You sighed and tilted your head to look at him. "When ya gon' tell that girl ya like that ya wan' take 'er out?" You countered. You watched his cheeks tinge pink and laughed lightly at the look that was unusual for him.
“S’not like that.” He mumbled, scrunching his nose lightly at your words. “She’s jus’ funny.” You snorted out another laugh at his quiet voice. “Plus, you’ve met ‘er brother.” He shook his head at the thought, “he’d kill me.”
“I’ll kill ya if ya let ‘er brother stop ya from goin' after ‘er." You mumbled back. "I'll tell ‘im when you tell ‘er.” You tried to strike the deal with him but he laughed at you.
"Liar." He called you out and you sighed. He knew you too well.
"I know."
You wouldn't confess. Weren’t ready to. Could never bring yourself to change whatever it was between you. Happy to save your playful moments with him. Happy to only flirt with him slightly when it was 3am and you were both sleepy and at risk of not remembering in the morning.
Or for when it was a hot day, the sun beating down on you and forcing a tingly feeling through your bodies. Loosening all of your worries.
You’d be happy to take any sunburn just to spend another day with him, drunk on the sun.
a/n this piece will forever be special in my heart <3
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The Playlist™
My 12 hour Batfam playlist (with repeating songs!)
The repeating version has 200 songs and is 12 hours. Non repeating has 167 songs and is 9 hours and 54 minutes.
I am so sorry to whatever poor souls are reading this just trying to find good songs for their faves
@batfambrainrotbeloved it’s done
The bat-playlist from hell is under the cut
Alfred
Be our guest
Let it be
Sweet caroline
You are my sunshine
God is really real
Istanbul (not Constantinople)
50 ways to say goodbye (him faking Bruce’s death when he went training)
What was I made for
No time to die
James Bond theme
I got you
Child of Mine
Little Lion man
You’ll be in my heart
Never grow up
Edelweiss
Baby mine
Friend like me
My heart will go on
Bruce
Never grow up
Everything has changed
I hate it here
I look in people’s windows
imgonnagetyouback
Karma (AJR)
Humpty Dumpty
Inertia
Two birds
Cat’s in the cradle
Song for Orphans
Tears in heaven
Heart of stone
Robin
Whatever it takes
ocean eyes
Migraine
I’ll make a man out of you
Under the Sea
Beautiful Boy (darling boy)
Babs
The story of us
Just a girl
Clara Bow
Role Models
Break my face
The DJ is crying for help
Little miss perfect
She used to be mine
Mastermind
Pretty distraction
So high school
How did it end
Fight song
You should see me in a crown
The man
Runs the world (girls)
I bet you think about me
Inertia
Ours
Part of your world
Dick
I can do it with a broken heart
Touchy feely fool
Never grow up
The Bolter
Surface Pressure
You’re on your own, kid
Because of you
Karma (AJR)
Way less sad
Perfect (simple plan)
Father of mine
This is me trying
Count on me
The Greatest Show
No way
Mr. Perfectly fine
Dancing Queen
Show and Tell
How far I’ll go
Used to be young
Cass
Who’s afraid of little old me
Cassandra
The Albatross
Father of mine
You’re on your own, kid
Heart of stone
Fight song
Everybody wants to rule the world
She used to be mine
Family Line
Because of you
Roar
You should see me in a crown
I won’t
When will my life begin
The prophecy
I hate it here
Speechless
I’ve got a dream
Blackbird
Jason
The Prophecy
Mr. Perfectly fine
Better than Revenge
I did something bad
My tears ricochet
Vigilante shit
You’re gonna go far, kid
Time of dying
Deja vu
good 4 u
Because of you
Father of mine
These boots were made for walking
Fuck you
One way or another
Bang! Pow! Boom!
Be prepared
One jump ahead
Vampire
I think I’m gonna like it here (baby jason needs a song)
Steph
Record Player
Turning out Pt. II
The Dumb Song
Just a girl
Cardigan
The Man
But daddy I love him
the manuscript
Guilty as Sin?
Father of mine
Dead!
Teenagers
You’re on your own, kid
Mr. Perfectly Fine
High school sweethearts
Drama Club
My Play
Devil Town
This is love (air traffic controller)
I won’t say (I’m in love)
Tim
Ur gonna wish u believed me
Yes I’m a mess
Karma (AJR)
Mastermind
Don’t blame me
Fool
Wow, I’m not crazy
Humpty Dumpty
Good 4 u
Pretender (Acoustic)
Mister Cellophane
Come hang out
Let the games begin
Heart of stone
brutal
Deja vu
Every breath you take
The sound of silence
Go the distance
Viva La Vida
Duke
Here comes the sun
Walking on sunshine
I see the light
How do I say goodbye
The Prophecy
Turning out
Sunshine lollipops and rainbows
Teenagers
Our song
Demons
I’m still standing
Waiting on a miracle
I’m not famous
Paper rings
We didn’t start the fire
Everybody dies
What was I made for
I’ll follow the sun
Sunflower
Into the Unknown
Damian
Insane
Oh no!
Surface Pressure
Control
The good part
Role models
Mother knows best
Bad guy
What else can I do
Devil Town
Bones
Rät
Maniac
Losing my religion
(Don’t fear) The Reaper
Heathens
Pumped up kicks
Go the distance
A whole new world
I just can’t wait to be king
#damian wayne#bruce wayne#alfred pennyworth#dick grayson#barbara gordon#cassandra cain#jason todd#stephanie brown#tim drake#duke thomas#playlist#batfam playlist#batfam#batfamily#this took way too long#i have a problem
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Time and Tines (2/3)
Reasons (see previous or series)
Steve Rogers x Villain!Reader
Summary: With the Winter Soldier on your side, Steve races against time to figure out why...and how to stop you.
Warnings for basically DARKFIC: talk of unspecified terminal illness, medical malpractice, gaslighting, revenge, gun violence, not overly graphic death but still death (not of Reader, Steve, or Bucky), and decidedly too-little editing. MINORS DNI. There's plenty for you to read on my Light Masterlist, but this isn't for you! WC 5242 (which is, yeah, way longer than it was supposed to be)
Steve will do anything to avoid a fire fight with the Winter Soldier. There are too many people involved now, and he has to approach this situation delicately from all angles.
Steve just does not understand yet.
After hours waiting with agents in the dark of Doctor Avani’s house, convinced you’ve ordered Bucky to come right over and kill the man with brute force, nothing happened. There was no sign of anyone. Steve has to try something else.
A small army protects Salvatore while he searches your apartment. If the key to activating his friend is here, he needs to find it, destroy that information, and get a handle on why this is happening.
“This can’t be right,” Steve mutters, pushing past Agent Palmer (who drove) for a better look. “It’s too clean.”
Your one-bedroom would pass a white-glove test.
There’s so little…everything. It’s a far cry from the chaos Steve woke to find in the police station. His head throbs at the memory. He forgot what it was like to have his bell good’n’rung.
“Supe says she’s been selling off furniture,” Palmer calls from the doorway, “but he thought it was replaced. Boxes kept coming.”
Steve inventories a mattress with no frame, half a dozen hanging garments, no shoes. What were you buying? Where did it all go?
The desktop is bare. You’ve taken any laptop with you, it seems. That’s a small comfort. You clearly planned contingencies for your attack andor escape; it’s fitting you had the foresight to hide your research on the Winter Soldier.
Steve is still scared, however, because he sat with Bucky many times, listening to horrible tales of being trapped in his own mind, powerless, isolated in the midst of everyone, unable to control thoughts much less actions.
This one’s gonna take a few more beers for the friends to contend with, but with any luck and quick work, they’ll get through without bloodshed. He and Bucky will decompress somewhere peaceful. It’ll be okay.
He hopes.
Steve scans the lone bookshelf. The most curious edition is a history book about WWII, a few flagged pages open to reveal passages about Bucky’s service record, an underline beneath the location where the sergeant fell from the train, and a mail receipt for an address on Forsythe Avenue keeping your page. That’s all.
It’s not even a unique read. The book isn’t any more specific than an average school text. No other notes are made in the margins, so Steve turns the book upside-down and shakes, hoping for something to fall out. He rips the other books from the shelf and shuffles their pages until a picture comes loose—a polaroid of three women.
You’re on the right, fuller faced but it’s you. On the back is scrawled “the girls” with hearts on either side.
The book is handwritten, no label on the cover or spine, only an embossed mandala design. Steve’s stomach drops, but he opens to the front flap.
Property of Faith Williams
He swallows roughly and closes it, unable to step over that line of privacy. At the moment, he needs evidence of where you could have taken Bucky, and slow-reading someone else’s diary won’t give him that.
Forsythe Avenue might, but that’s just one tiny piece of the puzzle.
Steve checks a different unlabeled book, but it, too, doesn’t have your name inside, just a ‘Z’ fancifully drawn amidst doodles.
Damnit. This is no help.
“Palmer, you finding anything?”
“No, Cap. Bills all paid. Nothing under the mattress. No mention of Barnes on any papers in the drawers. Not even a Cyrillic symbol.”
No trace, just like how you two disappeared from surveillance.
Steve shuts his eyes, head still throbbing from how hard the Soldier landed a blow to knock him out.
The agent wanders through the tiny kitchen. “Fridge is empty. Doesn’t look like she intended to come back here…if…actually, it looks like she barely ate. No condiments, no spices, nothing.”
“How long has she rented here?”
“Over two years.”
Shit. This is a dead end.
“Keep looking,” Steve orders, but he takes the two journals and heads for the car, pulling up your thin file again. You don’t hold any clearances or a government footprint. You were let go of from your last job with a severance package. Nothing overly generous. No medical leave mentioned. Benefits, including health insurance, would be intact. Based on your appearance earlier versus you in the photo, Steve chews on a few wisps of theories, but it’s not solid proof. Without more, Steve has no leads.
“Friday, any connection to properties on Forsythe?”
He adjusts to get comfortable in the back seat of the SUV alone, firing up a view screen.
There’s a low, sad sound that means the AI found nothing in your records.
"For her or him?"
Womp womp, it comes again.
Steve lets out a tense breath, “Where are we with bank statements?”
“Authorizations just came back,” F.R.I.D.A.Y chirps.
“What about medical records?”
“That one’s a lot harder, Captain Rogers. We have to—“
“Just analyze the financials first,” Steve sighs. His head throbs again, and he knows he needs sleep. There’s no time though. If he could just get answers…
Protections exist, of course, for good reason, but Steve feels the frustration of any detective. He’s trying to find a bad guy, and by 'bad guy,' he means you, not the man you’ve taken, not the man you are certainly going to order to kill for you.
Steve rests his head on the chilly glass and pinches his eyes shut. He’ll take a minute, review the money trail, and then interview the doctor. It seems a miracle that man was able to go home to his wife and sleep, even with security inside the room, down every hall, surrounding the house…Steve wouldn’t do it; he can’t even keep his eyes closed long enough for the dry sting to subside.
How could he be so stupid?
You weren’t staring at him from across the room; you were watching your mark, waiting for an opening. Sadly, it occurs to Steve that if he’d just let you inject Avani, Bucky would be fine, here by his side, and safe.
You are the threat, not his friend, but that’s a hard distinction. If anyone else sees James Barnes—who is the stealth assassin Winter Soldier, as far as they know—they’ll shoot. No questions. Steve has to find him first. He has to get to you first.
Bucky is compromised, but Steve won’t let it come to that. Buck shouldn't do anything he doesn't want to do just because some enemy hijacked his mind and body.
“Feel better?” You twirl in the chair as soon as the motel bathroom door opens, steam billowing out.
Winter’s face is shadowed, pointed to the floor.
“Or…at least, okay? Here—“ you offer the seat next to you at the tiny table “—sit. Eat. Let me—I’ve got bandages for your knuckles.”
“Heals,” he grunts, sitting easily but with stiff posture, “fast.”
You let out a heavy breath, muttering, “makes one of us.”
The soldier reaches out for the file in front of you, but your hand pins it down.
“Uh-uh. Food first, and palm up here, please.” You wait for him to flip open the takeout container then blot antiseptic on the split skin. “Does that hurt?”
He shakes his head, focused on the meal before him.
Several months ago, an article was published about Bucky Barnes’ affinity for this one particular deli in Brooklyn, a third-generation shop. It listed his usual order.
You’ve made sure the bread isn’t soggy. You kept the spicy mustard on the side.
He makes a strange face, looking around for your portion.
“Not hungry,” you assure him, “I’m rarely hungry.” You secure the bandage like boxing wraps and spin the file around.
“Eat your food—” The command is soft, encouraging. “—while I tell you the story of how we ended up here.”
Buried in the file you’ve put in front of the Soldier is several lifetimes of horror. Maybe not everyone agrees with you, maybe not everyone cares, but that bastard Avani has to atone. For the next hour, you explain what’s expected of him, glancing every so often at the fancier hotel entrance across the street from your motel room.
It’s too early; you’d be very impressed if the Captain had followed those bread crumbs yet.
You planned so carefully for every obstacle. You anticipated so many setbacks. Men like Avani go down like great stone pyramids, not houses of cards, because their lives are built with safeties. For him to fall, a thousand others have to be damaged, and each one of them will put up a fight to remain untarnished. That approach—the truth, and nothing but the truth—has gotten you nowhere. Diaries aren’t enough proof. The placebo effect is not a crime. Two women are worth far less than a functional, marketable drug.
Plus, they’re two dead women. The pyramid is now their tomb. Nothing ever changes.
No.
You alone cannot topple a pyramid. You’re too far gone. You’re just one person. For justice, you have to go straight to the top, to the man himself. One on one.
Well, one on one-plus-one. Your addition is the sharp-shooter who can get you the top, the target, Doctor Avani.
Winter’s mission is very simple, but he’s thorough, asking all the right questions, thinking of all the right options. You knew he would be perfect.
“Now,” you clap at the end of your story, rubbing boney hands together, “a rundown of my meds. Sound good?” You grab a zippered case from the foot of the motel bed. “Nothing complicated, but here—“ nudging out a syringe and one glass vial “—this is the emergency one. Use 10 milliliters of this if I pass out. Got it?”
The Soldier takes an enormous mouthful of his sandwich and nods, eyes flickering back to that single bed.
You smile sadly. “I…rarely sleep. I’m keeping watch for now. You’re safe. You’ll need the rest.”
He chews and adds more mustard before his last bite.
“Okay? Good.” Your smile fades, fatigue and restlessness swirling in your empty gut as you remove another medication. “Next is this one. Every four hours, twent—wait, no, I’m up to thirty CCs now…”
“Sir,” Steve grits out with far less patience than he intended, pinching the bridge of his nose as if it will stop the throbbing inside his head, “you realize I am trying to save your life?”
Dr. Avani purses his lips in annoyance. “And you realize I am required to keep my patients’ confidence, right?”
Yes, Steve thinks, he’s said that several times.
“Are they current or former patients?” Steve tries to clarify.
So far, Salvatore slipped up only once. When Steve showed him the photo from your apartment, the doctor muttered something about ‘Faith’ and ‘Ziva’ knowing each other, looking confused, then immediately shut down.
Steve has to switch tactics. He doesn’t have time for this.
“Ok. We found over a dozen hotel reservations made with your assailant’s credit card, so look at this list—” Steve taps the smart screen to lay out a map with the names highlighted “—and see if anything stands out.”
“What have this crazy woman’s travel plans to do with me?” Avani bites out, rattling the tea his wife hands him.
A tremor. Not unlike how your hands shook at the table last night. Steve wonders if yours was because you are ill or because you were lying to him.
“Darling, your blood pressure…”
Steve sighs sympathetically to Mrs. Avani. “Thank you, ma’am,” he whispers, taking the next cup and saucer and clearing his throat. “Doc, please. I’m just hoping you can narrow this down for me. We still have no motive.”
“Insanity. Jealousy, maybe!”
“Jealous of what? Do you know what she might want?”
No answer, but Avani chews his cheek, eyes wide, while staring northwest on the map of hotels. Steve files that away in his mind.
The doctor returns to sipping his tea. “Do you know what they call people obsessed with finding patterns in chaos?”
His wife drops the plate of biscuits unceremoniously down on the side table between the men’s chairs.
“Salvatore,” she snips with the same frustrated fatigue wrapped around Steve’s neck like an albatross, “behave.”
“No. None of these are familiar,” the doctor grunts.
Steve can’t accuse the man of lying unless he wants to risk an all-out breakdown in communication during this active threat, but he’s running out of options. He needs real information.
Usually Steve would have more respect for a man staying within the parameters of his vocation, but this is a unique and complicated situation. This is Bucky on the line. Steve’s had enough of secrets and red tape.
“Any idea why she’d mail something to Forsyth Avenue? Do you know anyone there?”
“Forsyth Avenue? No, I’ve never been in that area before, as far as I know.” Though Avani wrings his hands together, no indicates that’s a lie.
Wonderful. Steve’s never been this unsuccessful at gathering intel, and Avani’s status as the newly-appointed Avengers’ lead physician makes it tricky to push harder.
So Steve recommends Avani and his wife consider staying in a more secure location before he sets off to personally check the hotels in the northwest quadrant of the map.
He takes Agent Palmer, riding in the SUV while the two diaries sit in his lap, knowing now—as sure as he can be—that ‘Z’ is for Ziva, and she knew you and Faith Williams. Those are ‘the girls’ in the photo.
Without Ziva’s last name, he can’t do a general search, but there is a death certificate on file for Faith.
Three women. One confirmed dead. At least two ‘former’ patients of the doctor. All visibly ill in either the picture or in person. One mourning the loss of person(s) and out to kill the doctor.
The pit in his stomach grows. Something very bad is happening, yet while Steve has anything else to go on, he will not be reading another’s diary.
He can only hope that your medical records are finally available once the hotel searches are complete.
There’s even a possibility he’ll find Bucky at one of these. Maybe he won’t have to concern himself with the rest at all. Maybe he won’t have to think so hard about your motives for activating a Soviet sleeper agent.
Steve does think, however. He thinks hard enough to spiral as each reception desk is questioned, as all security footage is combed, as every building is cleared. He has to make some assumptions to make the pieces fit.
You believe Avani is responsible for your friends’ deaths—both of them, since when Steve interrogated you, you accepted his condolences—and believe their cause of death was whatever treatment Avani administered.
It’s sad, of course, but it happens everyday. Experimental treatments are just that. If you’re concerned about gross negligence, the doctor could easily be reported to the Medical Board. Considering the amount of research, forethought, and planning required, the Winter Soldier is one of the slowest possible solutions to your problem.
But…Bucky was just your contingency plan. You had an opportunity to kill Avani yourself, yet you still set other options in motion. You used a weapon theoretically deadly to only the doctor
Steve still can’t understand, and it’s driving him nuts.
Finally, after the hotel reservations prove fruitless, Steve sees no other choice. He has to read the diaries.
He combs through the pages, growing nauseous as darker and darker layers of the situation reveal themselves, disturbed by everydetail except updates from the units on Forsyth Avenue or those stationed at the doctor’s house. Nothing is unfolding save the landscape in Steve’s mind.
He asks F.R.I.D.A.Y about the disease Faith and Ziva mention. He asks about the public records of the drug trial Avani lead and its results published just six months ago, after the last entries of the diaries. He notices the treatment was a huge success…for those not in the control group. Finally, he can’t continue.
His head pounds while his stomach churns.
In the early afternoon, Steve lays down to rest his eyes and reevaluate, but he’s met with only a blank canvas and drifts to sleep instead.
He’s woken by a shrill ring of his phone.
“Yeah, Palmer, what’s—what? What do you mean he’s gone?” Steve jumps up, straps on his shield, and races to his bike. “The hell were you thinking letting him make a house call today? Where did agents—“
Steve’s foot slips right off bike for an instant.
“Avani led the driver to some suburban neighborhood. Forsythia Commons.”
It dawns of him just as the garage door squeals open.
Steve never showed Palmer the receipt. No one else saw the numbers to the address. Steve’s rattled brain finished the label with a street name he knew.
He was wrong.
Including battles in Germany way back in the day, he has rarely driven so recklessly, but Steve is nearly a half-hour behind now. He has to catch up.
Palmer tells him Avani went into the residence alone—for patient confidentiality—and after a while, agents couldn’t get an answer at the door. Upon forced entry, they found the woman who lived there bound to a chair with tape over her mouth and the doctor nowhere in sight.
Steve gets lucky.
On his way to exit the freeway, he notices a hole in the noise barrier wall past a slope of grass. He pulls over and asks Palmer what the backyard of the residence leads to, but Steve can hear the reverb of agent comms before anyone is visible through the brush.
“Friday, I need traffic camera footage from my location from thirty-five minutes ago. Were there any vehicles stopped on the side of the road?”
“Yes, Captain Rogers. A standard maintenance truck with the department’s logo shows up and leaves seven minutes later, based on ten second intervals.”
“The license plate, can you read it?”
“Quality insufficient.”
“The highway department, do they have any registered cars out here today?”
A long pause follows.
“Friday?” Steve barks.
“Negative, Captain. Inspection is slotted for the end of next week, not today.”
“Alright, follow that truck on the cameras. Tell me exactly where they went.”
He doesn’t bother to tell Palmer where he’s going because Steve doesn’t want them to know really. He needs a head start to find Bucky—to make sure it’s Bucky who is found and rescued, not the Soldier who is cornered and subdued.
The trail ends at a dilapidated office park near the river miles outside of the city. With his own, short fingernail, Steve peels away the Highway Department magnet slapped onto the white truck parked by one building.
Nobody else is in sight, and the truck cab is empty.
Across the nearest door is sun-shriveled lettering. “-alv—re Ava—, M.D” marks the third name in a list.
Steve doesn’t hesitate. He can’t. He walks right in, eyes adjusting to a cave-like darkness without electricity.
The voices are faint behind another set of double doors, but he hears them.
“I don’t owe you anything, bitch. I hope you die like they did.”
There’s a sharp slapping noise and someone spits loudly.
“Admit it. Admit what you did and you won’t die today.”
You don’t beg him to talk. You don’t plead with him. You sound weak but sure.
“Rot in hell,” Avani annunciates, and Steve flings himself through the doors, knowing what comes after such a taunt.
You give him every opportunity to come clean. He could save himself, but Avani refuses while the camera records behind you. He calls you names. He calls your friends worthless. He says they were ’whores,’ but you will still send him back to the correct authorities if he tells the truth.
He doesn’t, he won’t, and you’re honestly pleased this is how it ends.
You don’t have a choice really; you must honor Faith and Ziva somehow.
Instead of the truth, Avani curses you, though not much could be worse than your current fate, even with Winter standing a few feet away, his gun drawn.
You have readied the syringe in your unstable hand and lift it to the doctor’s throat when—crash—Captain America bursts in and scans the whole room.
“Don’t do it,” he tries plainly. “You don’t have to kill him.”
You’re impressed. That’s faster than you expected, but Steve is looking at his friend to stop, not you.
“Shoot him, you idiot,” the doctor snarls.
As if Winter thinks the order somehow applied to him, he turns toward an open palm and a raised shield.
“SHOOT HIM!”
Winter doesn’t move the gun away from you and Avani.
Steve steps closer. “Bucky,” he starts slowly, “I’m not going to do that. I’m not here to hurt you. No one has to die.”
You need to buy more time.
“Soldat, show him.”
Only then does Winter lower his pistol and reach into a pocket at his chest, revealing the tuning fork that controls his own mind. Doing this will forfeit your exit strategy, but you’ll accomplish you mission. Winter’s mission is now secondary.
Steve’s eyes flicker from the fork to you.
After a tense breath, you give the command, confident the soldier will obey, locking your focus on Steve.
“Fetch.”
Winter sprints to the other end of the room and explodes through a wall and then a window to the lawn banking the river.
Cap makes a choice, his sad blue eyes full of pity, and it’s then you realize he knows.
He read the diaries. He understands what Avani did.
Steve bolts after the Soldier.
The doctor shrieks for his Avenger to come back, to protect him from his earned fate, but the hollow thuds of a vibranium arm and a vibranium shield colliding hum through the hole in the building.
The sound of fighting continues as you return the syringe to Avani’s neck.
Enough. Enough excuses. Enough lies. Enough time has been wasted on this man already. Enough is enough.
The end is more peaceful than he deserves. It’s quick and not nearly as painful as it should be. There’s no time left for suffering.
Salvatore convulses after collapsing on the stained industrial carpet, foam gently dripping from his mouth, a symptom of his condition when mixed with a common resuscitative cocktail, one you have to take frequently, one that spiked Steve Rogers’ adrenaline and nothing more. It kills Avani. His heart nearly explodes in his chest.
If there was ever a human that medicine should fail…
You only know he’s susceptible because Ziva knew. Heart conditions and caring for them are the sort of thing one knows about a person they love.
Avani promised to marry her, to leave his wife, to be with her after the drug trial succeeded. He promised she’d live, but he told Ziva she was taking the real medicine, ensured she took the placebo, and then gaslit her until the day she died.
Ziva spent the rest of her life loving a man who would make her happy and healthy, but instead, Avani made her life as short as possible.
He was not even that kind to Faith.
In her own words, Faith wrote how dying scared her, how she begged the doctor for the actual medication, how she offered anything to get it. Avani accepted. Faith did whatever that bastard wanted for months, all the while told she was healing.
Relief never came.
Faith was bedridden when a package arrived for her—a diary willed to her by a friend she’d lost touch with once you three weren’t gathering in the same hospital suite for the old treatments. That’s when she put it together, but Ziva had passed two months prior. Faith lasted only four more days, just long enough to bequeath the two journals to you.
The victory doesn’t feel as euphoric as you expected. You thought somehow you’d know that Ziva and Faith were proud and at peace, but you’re just empty and tired.
You stare down at Adani’s body, unfazed, when the tuning fork slams against a dangling metal doorframe and Cap shuffles through the rubble.
He’s scraped and beaten which isn’t what you ever wanted, just a necessary evil to fight evil. He watches as Barnes walks in from the grass.
“It’s me, punk. You can put that thing down.”
Bucky doesn’t wait for Steve, snatching the prongs right from his hands and tucking it back in his jacket.
There’s a moment where they almost hug before Steve remembers the doctor and rushes to the man at your feet.
“Call for help! I'm starting CPR.”
Barnes simply holds your gaze.
More sad blue eyes. It brings you hope that he will complete his mission.
You step away from the others to make for a cleaner shot, nodding that it’s okay, breathing a rough but weak “please” for emphasis.
“Buck?” Steve looks up as Bucky points his gun at you again. “What are you doing? STOP. It’s over!”
“His mission was never to kill Avani,” you hiss, unable to take your eyes off the perfectly-centered muzzle directly in front of you. “He’s here to kill me.”
“The hell—“ Steve climbs to his feet “—why would you shoot her?”
“I’m not going to jail!”
“You know what they’ll do to her, Steve.”
Both men take one step closer.
“There has to be another way.”
“I did this because it’s the only—“
“—can understand doctors who taking advantage and manipulating their patients better than anyone—“
“Put the gun down!”
“Pull the trigger! It'll be—“
“—told me he could do better than me,” Bucky barks. “Doc said, to my face, that he could make a better me. He wanted to make soldiers, Steve. More soldiers. Avani didn’t give a shit about what was right.”
You jump in. “If you found the diaries, you know what he was capable of.”
“That’s not how this works. We don’t condemn a man from—“
This time you step toward Barnes. “Just do it. Shoot me now.”
Steve lunges to take your wrist in his hand, your limb comically thin and delicate beneath all his enhancements.
“She doesn’t deserve to rot while they sweep this under the rug,” Bucky adds, voice low and serious.
“This is for the best.” You look at Steve now, and something heartbreaking swims in those morose pools, something unspeakable.
His head shakes, dirty, sweaty hair falling in his face. “What if there’s another way?”
“I don’t want to be saved, Cap. Let me go.”
You offer one final, soft smile, and Steve moves just as Bucky pulls the trigger.
Steve completes his testimony before the panel opposite him. None of the questions are a surprise.
They’ve painted you as completely insane, demented, psychotic, and he can’t argue. What would he tell them? Yeah, but she had kind eyes, so, you know, remember her fondly? No, he can only remain quiet until he has something pertinent to add which is very little. Bucky had far more to offer, and he already spoke.
When Steve steps out of the counsel chambers, Maria Hill is waiting for him.
“Shame she ordered the Soldier to dispose of her body. Took the coward’s way out.”
“You make her sound like a rabid animal that had to be put down,” Steve grit out.
“No, you’re right,” Hill admits, “but it was lucky she left the sound thing for—”
“Tuning fork,” he snaps, “which I destroyed. No one should have that. No one should even know about it.”
Buck does his best to calm Steve down with a heavy hand on his shoulder. “S’okay, pal. The interrogation footage has been wiped and unless someone with perfect pitch was walking by observation--”
“You know that’s not reassuring, right?”
The two huge men look at each other.
Steve finally mutters, “what about Avani’s widow?”
“All the blackmail sent to his mistress in Forsythia Commons was removed before Gloria even knew Sal was kidnapped, and I think it’s fair to say that lady is so grateful her name wasn’t dragged through the press that she won’t be bothering the wife. Good thing the doctor put her car and house in her name, or legally, this would get ugly.”
“Yes. We’re very lucky he was such a skilled adulterer,” Steve quips dryly. He regrets handing over the diaries for evidence. They weren’t mentioned once in any of the hearings.
Bucky flashes Steve a warning glare that reads, don’t start.
Hill obliviously flips through the folder in her hands, nodding. “All in all, this report amounts to an incredibly long lead-in of ‘use that PTO, boys!’ You earned it.”
“Understatement of the century…and I would know.” Bucky is a much better liar than Steve.
Thank god, they are fleeing to the middle of nowhere indefinitely.
Hill heads back to her office. “We’ll be here when you get back. Keep in touch.”
“No,” Steve counters. “I don’t think I will.”
Bucky and Steve leave in an old truck the next morning. They can’t seem rushed or impatient to get to their destination.
Casually accumulating supplies, Steve loads their bags in the flat bed with space for all repair materials they are likely to need. The cabin needs some work; the guys need to get their hands dirty and live simply for a while.
The team is happy for Steve; it’s been so long since anyone saw him moving forward in life, and, of course, he and Bucky deserve some peace and quiet.
No one else has any idea how hard-won this vacation is.
The drive takes all day because they can’t be in a hurry.
Steve takes pictures at every scenic outlook. Bucky climbs up onto some rock ledges to take selfies which Steve is not into. This earns him being featured as a blurry grump in the background of all of them, purposefully.
Eventually, the GPS-free truck pulls up to the place, a large A-frame style cabin that should be plenty big for two super soldiers.
Parked on the gravel path, Steve is careful not to ding the other car when he swings open his door. As Bucky heaves two duffels from the trunk, he calls out, “got the meds, too” and heads inside. Steve gathers up the remaining bags and trudges over, smelling something hearty and delicious cooking, listening to the tinkling, copper-coin wind chime hanging somewhere above him.
He doesn’t stop looking at his feet until they hit the top of the porch, spotting two smaller bare feet on the welcome mat.
There you are, holding the door open, layered in warm knits, more tired before but better than expected.
“Hey,” Steve breathes finally.
“Hey,” you say, your mouth twisted to hide an excited smile.
“Yes, hello,” Bucky grumbles from the living room. “Now shut the damn door. I’m hungry.”
Steve steps inside.
[Last Part]
[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]
a/n: Sorry this took so long a fucking year! Tags will be in a reblog.
#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers x reader#time and tines series#steve rogers angst#steve rogers fanfic#steve rogers x you#steve rogers fic#winter soldier bucky barnes#villain!reader#captain america fanfiction#captain america x reader#captain america x you#captain america angst#steve rogers x y/n
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Penguin pebbling (Afab Venture x Fem reader)
Warnings: None
Genre: Fluff
Sloane wanted to show how they felt to Y/n without actually saying it. They had been close to her for quite sometime and had always passed their feelings as strong because they were best friends. Not because they might have feelings for her. It took some time to come to that realization. Mainly because they didn’t want to ruin the friendship with how their body reacted to her.
They pondered day and night in their tent on how they could make it known in their own way how they felt without saying anything. At first they considered writing notes anonymously, however that idea was quickly shot down because Y/n can recognize their handwriting quickly. They thought of a few more ideas before getting frustrated and plopping down onto the air mattress that seemed to creek under their weight.
As Sloane rested on the bed with their eyes closed and idea hit them suddenly. A great idea in which they knew Y/n would have no idea in what it meant. They could give her crystals and rocks they find in the caves on any of their excavations. They had their own small collection of keepsakes but they wouldn’t mind giving her some. They stood up and grabbed their box where they kept all their keepsakes and looked over each one.
“Rose Quartz? Nah too cliché. Moonstone? Nah she wouldn’t like that either…” Sloane mumbled to themselves as they searched over each crystal they’ve kept there. Soon after they held one in their hand which they hadn’t done research on before. It was a rose red and still had its sharper square crystal corners. They searched up the description and sure enough it was called Rhodochrosite.
Upon more research it was used to stimulate love and passion in the soul. Sloane thought about it over and decided this was the perfect one. But they couldn’t give it to her in this raw form. They wanted it to be smooth like a pebble in the photos. So they spent some of the night fixing this gemstone until it was exactly how they wanted it. They packaged it up with this tissue paper and with a leftover gift box they placed it inside. It wasn’t brand new but it would have to do.
The next morning Sloane awake promptly at 10 AM. They were out to look for Y/n. Once they found her they tried to keep composure as they handed her the gift. They didn’t say much as they just stuck out the gift box to her as to say here take it.
“Uh..thanks?” Y/n said confused with how they suddenly gave her a gift. It wasn’t her birthday or anything so seeing this was surprising to say the least. Sloane tried to hide how embarrassed they looked as she opened the lid of the gift box. She seen a smooth stone in a deeper red color. She picked it up holding it within her hand.
“Sloane this is beautiful, where did you get it?” She asked looking at them and seeing how they had their cheeks a soft red color. It could be the heat. “I made it.” They said simply trying not to stutter. “It’s a gemstone right?” She asked trying to use her own basis of knowledge she learned from them. “Yeah, I thought you would..like it.”
From then on Sloane had been giving Y/n different gemstones in different shapes and sizes. Some ranging from a smooth round pebble to the raw stone itself. This went on for the next couple of weeks. And Y/n didn’t think anything of it. She found it sweet that Sloane was giving them gemstones they found.
However as time passed Sloane got more frustrated with how Y/n wasn’t understanding. They pondered over if they should just tell her or not. Everything in their body was telling them not to do it. But they couldn’t resist it. Everyday was like torture to them. Seeing her smile and laugh, feeling her soft skin when they hugged them. They suffered. They wanted no more than to just kiss her or do anything to make her feel like she’s on top of the world.
Eventually they mustered up the courage to try and tell her. One day they got up and texted her asking if they could hang out. She replied right away pretty quickly. And here they were, waiting slightly dressed up with flowers in hand. They had a small ponytail in the back of their head. Hoping they looked good.
But when they saw her it was like time stopped. They almost couldn’t believe they were going to ask her out. As she walked closer they tried to straighten themselves up and be strong. “Sloane what’s the occasion? You’re all dressed up.” She said looking at their outfit. Their button up was ironed as best as possible and they had black slacks on. They didn’t want to look too dressed up.
“I-I just..I love you!” They said before quickly covering their mouth. They didn’t mean to say it that quickly. They had an entire heartfelt confession and it was just thrown out the window because they messed up. “W-wait no that’s not what I-“ They stopped talking when they heard Y/n laughing. Was she laughing at them? They blushed darker and looked a little upset.
“Hey I’m trying my hardest! It’s not funny!” They grumbled as they averted their eyes from her. But after she stopped laughing and gently cupped their face. She used to be taller than them when they were younger but all the sudden Sloane grew up. “I’m surprised you didn’t catch on earlier. That’s why it’s so funny.” Hearing that they were confused. What did she mean catch on earlier?
“What?” Sloane asked looking a little lost. “I’m surprised you haven’t noticed how I felt for you. I’ve always felt some kind of way. I guess it could be love.” It wasn’t that she guessed she was sure. Though she tried to ignore it. And the more she did the more she felt for them. It was like a never ending cycle.
Sloane thought it was some sick joke. Was she telling the absolute truth? They couldn’t believe it until they thought back on every interaction. She always used to look at them a little longer, or even touch them for longer than she was supposed to. Then they wrapped their arms around her and squeezed her in a bear hug.
“So we’re like dating now?” They asked letting her go after a few seconds. “No you have to actually ask me silly.” Oh right. Sloane cleared their throat and held both of her hands. They wanted this to be dramatic but sweet at the same time. Sloane looked into Y/n’s eyes and took a breath. “Y/n I wanted to ask if…you would be my girlfriend? Or if I could be your partner?” They said proud of themselves for not stuttering.
Y/n melted because of how sweet it was. She nodded with a grin on her face. “Of course Sloane.” She said before kissing their forehead. Later on that night as Sloane laid in bed they looked over the meaning of the first stone they had given her. And for a second it seemed that it was true. Or maybe it could have been a placebo. Whatever it was they felt like a weight had been removed from their shoulders. And now that they got their feelings out that’s all that mattered.
Another banger out!!! Eventually I’ll put out a smut with cowpoke venture or maybe I’ll put out a smut with ice cream venture (I brought the skin I couldn’t resist) Any second opinion is welcomed for the next one^^
#overwatch fanfiction#sloane cameron#overwatch venture#venture overwatch#venture x reader#venture ow2#im so normal about them
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