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cindol · 3 months
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club owner!sukuna and black fem reader <33
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tw— sukuna is 29, reader is 26, written in hc form, uraume is referred to as they/them, flirty talk, reader has locs, ooc sukuna, suggestive at the end,
tagging— @liuhko
wc: 3812 words
a/n: worked my nyash off just for my bby sukuna !!
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club owner!sukuna was very familiar with seeing y/n at his club whenever he came to make sure everything was still on tip top shape, like a usual owner would do. She was always the doll he’d see sitting at a table for 3 with her girls as they waited for their liquor.
His first interaction with her was asking her about their service. He usually would always ask every customer around who he’s seen hang around long enough about how the service goes when he’s not here. Her answer had some spice and sass to it unlike others. As she would sip some pink Whitney out of a margarita glass.”you take your work seriously I can see that mr….?” He chuckled at the wit she had first come off.”call me sukuna sweetheart.”
she didn’t make a visible annoyed look at his pet name but a small hum at it.”well mr. sukuna, I can see you take your work seriously. That's why you come here on a good blue moon to see if everything is in tip top shape and I’ve had no complaints really except just one bit..” he raised a brow smirking.”and just what would that be?” Raising a finger she sipped her Whitney again.”your staff.” He chuckled “my staff?”
She hummed.”Not all of your staff of course, just your bartenders y’know? I only think there’s one good bartender boy, he’s the only who can even make me a good decent pink Whitney. Others can’t even make me a good fucking basic gin.” He scratched the back of his head.”You sure know a lot ma’am on how I should run my staff.” She had a smile on her two toned lips at that, she took it as a compliment.
The next time she would show up at his club alone. She saw he took her words actually into consideration. She had a subtle look of surprise at the new mature bartenders she was seeing, the new bartender a man with black short spiky hair going down with a healed scar on his lip in a dress shirt and dress pants from her view and a silver watch on his wrist. The man noticed her gaze and just shot a smile that made her jump a little back into a new chest which happened to be sukuna’s and made her turn around to see his grin.”well? What do you think of this new bartender I got?” She hummed.”He looks mature, I wonder if he can make a good pink Whitney though.” He shakes his head with a chuckle at her words.
Y/n wouldn’t admit but she started to show up at club owner!sukuna’s club just to see him, having chats with someone on her same IQ level was nice. The two would sit at a designated table just talking up a storm.”You know miss y/n, I’m starting to think you’re just coming here to see me and not for the pink Whitney’s.” He leaned grinning with his teeth showing, making her sip the pink drink and do what was a playful eye roll now.”Tsk! You have nice tats but you’re not all that ryomen.” He raised a brow.”we’re on first name bias now I see?”
Y/n secretly liked their playful nature. The way he would teasingly call her miss or ma’am while she would call him his first name. She really didn’t notice the privilege she had at all being so close to someone like sukuna but she just had this aura about her that made her connected to him. It’s why she wouldn't be surprised when toji told her that her usual pink Whitney was on the house.”it seems like you’re rubbing up on the big boss.” She just smiles like that.
She couldn’t lie and say she didn’t find club owner!sukuna to be an attractive man. His light pink hair, dark red eyes with tribal tattoos under the suit he wears. She didn’t even notice she herself would even wear her prettiest outfits around him until he pointed it out on their daily talks.”you’re always wearing that pretty little club dress around me.” She almost choked on her drink when he first had said that to her, if her skin was paler she would’ve had a visible blush on her cheek.
club owner!sukuna is aware of the effect he could have on her too. He knows deep down in her pretty uptight soul that a flustered girl existed in there so he tested to see what could ignite it. He noticed she was the type of woman who didn’t mind a more dominant hand doing things for her. He loved to see how her eyes would widen when he led her out his club front doors by the small of her back, even walking her to her car.
She always gets bashful when he points out the pink club dress she’s always wearing when she meets him at their table to talk.”Are you always wearing that pink dress for me doll face?” She just has to gasp and twirl at her hair when he says that.
club owner!sukuna agrees with her on any point. Once they started to hang out outside of his club and inside her heavily decorated bedroom. He loved to Hear her rant about her work as a business manager.”such bullshit y’know.. the way these stupid ass business men try to tell me of all people how to do my own work? Fuck off!” Sukuna just chuckled, eating some nuts she left on her bed.”how bout you join my team then on the side then?”
She raised a brow ”join your team?” He nodded his head.”You've shown me your work, you’re amazing at your work and you could create some good things for us, how about it?” She hummed in response, it would be for both of them, even more money than they already earn(not like sukuna was ever even struggling to begin with).”I get full control of marketing, no random jerks butting in trying to tell me how to do it.” He grinned at that.”deals a deal then.”
sukuna’s staff would see y/n around the club more than just visits and more of her as their marketing manager in a business shirt and long business skirt with black flip flops and serious glasses, it was a drastic change from her in her usual pink club dresses and heels drunk on a pink Whitney. More of her being a very strict marketing manager around the club inside the meeting office, she’s never too strict letting them put input and club ideas.
When she sees toji raise her hand she and sukuna huff but allow him to put in his input .”what’s your input on this Fushiguro?” He clears his shirt.”shirts and mugs.” She just sighs at his silly idea, but she knows she’s gonna feed into this staff's small silly ideas.
club owner!sukuna likes to see her interact with the staff. He put on this front as a strict boss but liked being silly with his staff, y/n brought his silly side out more. She got him participating in work parties more and even photo taking. Her favorite photo was when she got everyone including him to take a photo in front of the club building as a memory.
Whether y/n realized it or not she was becoming an integral part of sukuna’s personal life now and staff at the club was noticing too. The trio of gojo, toji and geto would whistle noticing y/n get on her tiptoes hugging sukuna goodbye when he bids her a farewell before she heads into her car while they all watch from the window. Gojo takes his shades to try for a better look at what they were saying.``you think they’re.. y’know?” He would do the motion of a finger going into a hole in the shape of his hand which makes geto and toji shiver.``can’t imagine that woman even having sex with that demon, it would make hell freeze.” Geto just mods along to toji's words in agreement.
Y/n was really just as oblivious as sukuna how personal and close they were getting. How comfortable she would get having sukuna’s personal items at her house and his boxers found in her bathroom while her items would also be found at his house and her cute little slippers even being left in his house by mistake. The way she got so comfortable being half naked around him, she just used the excuse of “it’s just sukuna”
club owner!sukuna is a jealous jealous man. He tries to keep any ounce of composure but when he sees one of the male security guards rubbing y/n’s shoulder and laughing with her on his break it is hard to keep a calm and collected face as he holds his hands together watching the both of you. Toji makes a chuckle as he’s next to him.”Keep composure man, she’s a free lady till you grow a pair.” That makes sukuna wanna squeeze toji’s balls himself.”leave before I lose my composure and fire you.” Toji makes a nervous laugh leaving from his side.
Sukuna sneakily makes it to your side as you laugh with the guard. That famous sly grin he always wore on his face when he was about to scare someone off was on his face while he looked at the bald security guard. The security guard stopped his chuckling looking sukuna in the eyes.”hello boss.” Sukuna just looks at his watch, watching the time.”6 minutes left, I’d stand post outside so you don’t miss it or be late.” He just gulped, nodding his head and leaving. It made y/n pout at him but softened when he patted her head and rubbed a hand on her back.”you’re such a meanie you know?”
The thought of y/n with another person except him would drive him crazy. He thought it was crazy of him to even think these thoughts about her this way when he never thought this way about another woman in all his years of his job as a club owner. Hell, he had even gone to his day one uraume of all people for advice at their own house. As Uraume poured him wine in a cabernet glass he ran a hand down from his hair to his whole face.”emotions are so damn confusing..” he grabbed the glass on the low table taking a sip.”I’ve never even had this feeling in all my years of work, what’s so different now.”
Sitting across from him on a comfortable relaxing chair, uraume hummed.”love?” Sukuna scoffed and laughed at that.”I have zero room for love or even entertaining that idea, my schedule is far too busy.” uraume made a giggle at that.“No room in your schedule but you’ve found a way to migrate this woman into your schedule, whether you’ve noticed it or not but with the way you’ve in a way been purposely migrating this girl into your life somehow.” Sukuna made a huffing noise like a bull, he forgot that psychology degree uraume had. He took another sip of the red wine with his arm stretched on the top of the couch.
Uraume just smiled softly at Sukuna’s expression.”Am I right or not? You did tell me you have this woman as your marketing manager and even have been invited into her home.” Sukuna just grumbled.”I won’t say you’re wrong..” uraume just laughed out loud knowing sukuna admitted defeat to them. Their laughs turned into a sigh.”Just get the woman, sukuna.”
Whilst sukuna was conflicted for his feelings for y/n the same could be said for y/n. It was getting hard for her to not cross her legs when she felt his large hand on her lower back and even harder to keep eye contact with his intense sharp eyes. Everyday was getting more difficult, she had to set some boundaries as his employee.
The next following day she knocked on his office door and came in when she heard a muffled,”enter” and stepped in. His cold expression changed when he saw who entered and had a small smile.”oh, hello ms. Y/n.” He teased expecting her to play along. She made a chortle while walking to his desk.”Well hello Mr. sukuna.” He grinned at her teasing back.”Well what brings you here?”
She cleared her throat, getting more serious.”About that, I think it’s time we set some.. boundaries in the office, yes?” He quirked a brow at that sitting up and elevating his chair and folding his hands into each other.”boundaries you say?” She nodded swallowing.”I love her friendship ryomen, but I think we may be getting far too close for comfort y’know? This is a workplace I just don’t want people even getting the wrong idea about us or personally about you.”
He let out a breath of air at what she said.”You have a point.” She was surprised, thinking he wouldn’t be cooperative with her.”We should be having an appropriate work friendship in a working place. I wouldn’t want either our images tarnished or to be known as people who just sleaze around, I know you would hate that for yourself y/n.” She nodded, her heart was beating a bit fast as he said those words. She didn’t know why, she should be comfortable with the conversation they were having about boundaries. She slowly nodded her head along to his words in agreement, once she did leave he let out a groan. This was for the best as workers, but he didn’t know how he would even last around her and not be how he usually is.
club owner!sukuna found it was hard to even act like a professional boss to her at their workplace, it’s like she was purposely doing things to rile him but he knew it was innocent in nature. The way she would bend down in marketing meetings to pick up his pen in front of a full staff made a groan nearly slip out. Toji had to bow his head not wanting to get his head chewed off by sukuna for looking or dropping his jaw.
Another instance was how he saw her take her glasses off and put them between her shirt and tie up her locs trying to look more serious with her cute face. Her cute laugh she would do at the antics of his staff, sometimes he would have to excuse himself and go into his private office.
And who’s to say she wasn’t just as flustered as she was before around him? Seeing him get angry and a sharp look in his crimson eyes at some drunk bastard acting a fool outside the club evoked an interesting reaction in her while she watched. The way he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt showing off his watch made her lick her lips without even noticing.
All of this came to a halt one day when they were hosting a nice event to celebrate the anniversary of the opening of the club. It was a chill day for y/n, for once she wasn’t in her office working on marketing plans and was in the club enjoying herself in a pink strapless dress and 2 inch light pink heels to match with some light makeup on her face and her locs laid down for once. She had a barely visible blush but sukuna could tell she was drunk from how she was giggling more and more and dancing on the floor.
When he approached her on the floor she acted more bold, it was probably the beer but when he came to see how she was partying she just shouted at him,”could be better if I had ya lips on my mine kuna!” It makes him choke a bit thinking he didn’t hear her clearly the first time she said what she said.”I can’t hear you sweetheart, maybe you should ah repeat that again?”
She made a more slurred giggle coming from her throat and got on her tiptoes wobbling a bit but flying her head up trying to be on his height level.``said I want yer lips on mines!” Seeing his puzzled face made more laughter come from her until she nearly tripped, thankfully having sukuna catch her by the hips and sigh.``maybe you need to sober up a bit, yes?”
She made a pout.”Such a partyyyyy poooperrrr!” But of course obliged with sukuna holding her hand and having her follow him up to her office, toji and geto had a funny idea in their twisted minds of what they thought the two were doing as they headed upstairs.
Once they got into his office he sat her flat on his office couch and brushed a hand through his pink hair sighing.``What am I gonna do with a woman like you?” She still had an innocent tipsy smile on her face as she laid on his couch with her heels still on. Walking over to her and bending down he grabbed her legs, taking her own shoes off.``you undressin’ men ryoo?” He just shook his head sighing at her behavior.``I’m making sure you don’t nearly fall again in these pumps, miss y/n.” She just giggled more at him putting emphasis on the nickname he had for her.
Once her heels were on the floor he sat across her in a spare chair he had. It was honestly a shock to see her so free, he’s seen her be funny but never giggling and so bold. He just looked at her as she snickered and kicked her free feet and brushed a hand through his hair.”Just what am I gonna do with you huh?” He half joked but her drunk mind took it seriously.”Whatever you want ryo,’m all yours for the night!” He almost wanted to entertain the idea but shook his head, he would never take advantage of her like that when she was vulnerable like this.
“I couldn’t, y/n. I’m your work partner, remember?” She just let out a big sigh of air getting up, still wobbling.``Who even caresssss ‘bout that stupid work code shit anymore ryo? Jus’ want you..” that makes him sigh and look away." You're drunk y/n, let’s have this talk tomorrow.” She just shook her head, still standing and wobbling.”noooo! I want you ryooo. I want you every moment I see ya, can’t even go without turning into a slush when ‘m around you..”
He grips the arm of his cheer and gets up. He didn’t wanna have this conversation with her now, he wanted her to have a clear mind to say this and express his feelings back. ”how about you just sober up, yes? And we’ll speak about this tomorrow?” She just huffed trying to walk further but falling onto him. He sighed knowing he’d be the one driving her home tonight
The next morning was awkward for the two. Y/n was still hungover from last night but appearing work ready. Last night was an embarrassing blur for her, she remembered bits of her partying, inside sukuna’s office and nearly confessing her feelings for him. When she entered the club she immediately wanted to head up and apologize. Before toji or anyone else could even greet her she was heading upstairs and straight to his office. She banged on his door to which he responded.”whoever is banging so damn loud, enter.” She rushed into the office immediately with sukuna being concerned.”Ah, y/n.”
Her mouth was moving faster than her brain as she spoke.”I’m sorry about last night sukuna, I don’t know if my stupid ass drunk mouth will make our relationship even more confusing but if it does! Let’s just move past this. I don’t want our friendship to blunder so let’s just—“ he hushed her, getting up and looking out his shades momentarily and rubbing his nose with his thumb.
“Really, I’m the sorry one y/n. I completely tried ignoring your feelings last night when, funny enough, I felt the same.” That immediately shut her up with her standing straight while he walked towards her, every step he took she watched.”d-do you now?” there was a slight stutter in her talk as he nodded and was now facing her head to head.”so silly isn’t it? I tried denying this,just… burying my head into my work and even trying to avoid you but I can’t you know why?”
She gulped, staying silent and looking up at him.”because you plague my mind y/n, my every waking thought is you. This little thing of trying to keep a working relationship didn’t work in the slightest either, just seeing you and not being able to have you kills me inside. And I know this is killing you also.” He put a hand on her shoulder needing confirmation. She swallowed and nodded looking at him eye to eye.”I wanna start something sukuna I do but, what about the obvious working relationship?“ he scoffed.”you said it with your own drunk words last night, it’s bullshit. And a drunk words is always the truth coming out. If they dare to question, to hell with them.” And he did mean that literally.
The then relationship she started to have with club owner!sukuna began to blossom nicely. It made y/n so giddy and more flustered now, it was everything they were used to doing with each other but now everything was so intense. Him usually sleeping on her bed fully clothed in a suit now turned to him half naked in briefs in her bed with her cuddled against him.
Them having their usual talks at a club table turned into them having talks in his office which turned into her on his desk with him still sitting in his office chair looking at her sitting there and putting his hands on her waist to lead her into sharing a kiss with him.
Their usual marketing meetings were now awkward for the whole staff. It was refreshing for all of them to see the two finally together but it was suffocating. The way she would giggle a bit when he picked up a pen she dropped in the middle of it made the trio of toji, gojo and geto wanna tear their ears and eyes off.
Overall, they were a happy couple.
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uneditedidiot · 9 months
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gold rush - jamie tartt x reader
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jamie tartt x gn!reader
summary: reader is the head physical therapist for AFC Richmond and ever since Jamie returned to the team and has proven himself a better man, you can’t help but harbor feelings for the pro footballer. Takes place during s3ep11. Based off these specific lyrics from the song ‘gold rush’ by Taylor Swift.
word count: 2.9k
Warnings: language - it’s jamie tartt, of course there’s language; declarations of undying love and a first kiss. :)
A/N: I used to write imagines back in like 2012 about One Direction so at least this is somewhat of a step up for me. But my first tumblr imagine so hopefully it’s not complete trash lol.
Part Two: this love is ours
But I don’t like a gold rush, gold rush
I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush
I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch
Everybody wants you
Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you
You were kidding yourself. 
Jamie Tartt, the star of the team, the integral cog in Richmond’s new Total Football machine, the absolute adorable human – that’s who you were in love with? It was almost laughable. If you had told yourself two years ago that Jamie Tartt would be the object of your affection, you wouldn’t have believed a word of it. He had changed. He had changed immensely.
It was…embarrassing in a way. You weren’t embarrassed of him, but more of how you reacted when he was around. And fortunately (or quite unfortunately), he was around quite a bit. As the head physical therapist for the team, you saw most of the players quite often for some reason or another.
Of course, you had no problem interacting with others for their physical care. Sam Obisanya had somehow garnered an elbow injury from playing football as a kid and it had decided to continue to bother him throughout his adulthood. He’d usually stop everyday just to chat, if not work through some stretches for his arm. Jan Maas had a tendency to go down too hard on his left knee when running, so you saw him at least twice a week to lead him through some exercises. Dani Rojas, the sweet sweet man he was, would stop by your office every single morning just to say hello and to make sure his arch support inserts in his boots were fitting right. Colin and Isaac both seemed to suffer from the same achilles tendon strains but on opposite legs. You had no problem assessing their physical needs. You went on with your day like nothing happened.
But Jamie…he was a different story. Just making eye contact when he walked into your office made your cheeks go warm. And having to move his ankle around when you were assessing range of movement? Your entire face and neck would go pink. And that smile…that smile had you giggling and kicking your feet for the rest of the afternoon. 
The sass was another issue entirely. Boy, did that man have a MOUTH on him.
When you’d first started at Richmond with Ted and Beard, who’d brought you with them from the States, Jamie was an asswipe. Sometimes he’d barely acknowledge your presence when coming to get treatment. Other times he’d just sit in silence, his eyes following your every movement. At least twice he’d come in for medical help and he’d tried flirting with you. Back then, you’d had no interest in him at all.
It was when he returned that it was clear something in him had changed. You’d observed his new restraint he showed at training and on the field during matches. He was considerate of his teammates, passing them the ball more frequently and encouraging them on and off the field. Keeley had even said she hadn’t seen him with a new girl on his arm for a long while.
But ever since his return, he’d become more and more friendly with you. You’d grown to trust him completely. He was a true friend. Not only that, but the banter you two had was unmatched.
“Do you like the new tat?” he’d asked one day as you wrapped his ankle.
“What is it supposed to be?” you’d chuckled.
He looked almost offended. “It’s a rocketship.”
You’d stood, wrap in hand, attempting to hold back a laugh. 
He sighed. “Alright, go ahead. Tell me what you really think.”
“Jamie…it…it looks like…like a dick.”
“It does not look like a dick!”
“Yes it really does.”
“You’ve got vision problems.”
“No I don’t. You’ve got some issues if you think that’s a rocketship.”
“Well so do you if you think it looks like a fuckin’ dick!”
You finally let out the laughter you’d been holding in. You had scurried to the door, thrown it open, and yelled out. “Jamie Tartt had his own dick tattooed to his forearm!”
He’d immediately jumped off the medical table and wrapped his arms around you, attempting to pull you away from the open door. You’d held on to the frame, still laughing and yelling as he did so.
“Jamie has a dick tattoo! Jamie has a dick tattoo!”
He was laughing the whole time, screaming, “no I haven’t!” over you, trying to drown out your yells.
You’d found yourself falling. His eyes would gleam and twinkle in this way that was almost comforting. You’d have done anything to see the light in his eyes again after he’d left your office. It was almost intoxicating, but in a way that felt like home. And while your real home in the States was far away, the closer you’d grown to Jamie, the less you missed it.
It was terrifying. You knew what it would mean if you said something to him; or even admitted it to yourself, frankly. 
Jamie was a very well-known figure in the UK. He was a top footballer on a premier team that was making a huge comeback that season. He’d been on a popular reality dating television show (which, sure, he made an ass of himself on but it’s in the past) which had spread his name and face across screens that may not have tuned into the matches before. It obviously didn’t help that he was, in your opinion, one of the handsomest men you’d ever seen. 
And others clearly agreed with you. The amount of thirst tweets you’d seen online about him was quite overwhelming. So many people wanted to be the one for Jamie. To hold him, love him, do things to him that you’d never heard of before reading that tweet. They found his tendency to be a prick on the field very hot. And he kept it up, that’s for sure.
Not only that, he was splashed all over the tabloid headlines when Lust Conquers All was airing. Since then, he was a frequent face on front pages of any and all gossip websites. If you were official with him, the amount of hate you’d get, grainy and unflattering pictures online, and generally mean tweets from people who found Jamie hot would be like a tsunami and you weren’t sure how you’d feel about that. Granted, he’d actually have to agree to go out with you first and that seemed so impossible…
Despite his public persona, you knew his heart. And what a wonderful heart it was. He was kind, thoughtful, and empathetic. He was considerate and made sure to take care of others before himself. He was a firework in a dim sky.
And you hated him. You hated him for making you want to be with him. Everything he did sent a shock of love and loathing down every single vertebrae in your spine. It almost hurt.
It wasn’t until the team’s fated match against Manchester City in Manchester did you see a problem. And that problem was himself. Clearly he was not himself. The thought of his father showing up at the match was weighing heavily on his mind. His self-esteem was at an all-time low and the thought of facing his old team and their incredibly intense fanbase didn’t help, either.
You’d sat next to Roy with Keely on his other side during the showing of You’ve Got Mail. You could see just from Jamie’s body language that he wasn’t himself. 
You’d sighed as Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan confessed their undying love to each other on the big projection screen. Everyone around you had shed at least one tear, including Roy, but something in you felt numb to it. You had been too busy focusing on the rigid back-of-the-head of Jamie in the front row.
You’d watched in dismay as Jamie snuck out of the room, his hood pulled up over his head. You, Roy, and Keely had followed him all the way to mom’s house. You’d sat and had a delicious cookie made by Simon, his stepfather, and then toured his old childhood bedroom.
You sat on the small twin-sized bed, taking in everything around you. Jamie was the same now as he was as a kid – living and breathing football. The posters on the wall were mainly of famous footballers, including Roy, who had cursed at the sight of his old Chelsea portrait. Even Keeley had gasped when she saw the picture of herself topless with two footballs in front of her chest next to it.
Roy and Keeley flopped down next to you on the bed. They chatted for a moment as you stared off into space.
Everything you had been harboring for Jamie – every single emotion – seemed to hit you all at once. The situation at hand forced it all to the surface.
You loved Jamie Tartt.
It brought tears to your eyes. You sniffled, quickly wiping a hand to your cheek.
“What’s wrong, babes?” Keeley asked worriedly, putting a hand on your shoulder.
You shook your head. Like she’d believe that for a second.
“Come on, out with it,” Roy demanded. “You’ve been almost as fucking miserable as Jamie this past week.”
You inhaled sharply, winding your fingers together awkwardly. Your voice was soft, trembling. “I’m in love with Jamie.”
Keeley smiled at you, then shared a knowing look with Roy.
“We know,” she replied gently.
Your eyes widened, meeting her gaze. “You do?”
“Halle-fucking-lujah,” sighed Roy. “Finally.”
“What do you mean, ‘finally?’” you retorted.
“It’s not like it’s been a fucking secret,” Roy grunted. “It’s clear you love the little prick.”
“He doesn’t…he doesn’t love me back, does he?” It was almost like you had dared yourself to even ask. What if he didn’t? What kind of hurt would that be?
You had expected Keeley to hug you sympathetically or even sigh, but instead…she giggled. “Not to break my promise or anything.” She shrugged. “Yeah. Yeah, he loves you, too.”
You shook your head in disbelief. “Okay, don’t be mean. You don’t need to make things up just to keep me from feeling rejected, Keeley.”
“She wouldn’t tell you that if it wasn’t fucking true,” said Roy. “And I know we came here for Jamie to speak with his mum, but you’d hate yourself if you didn’t fucking say something to him.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “Now?”
“Now.”
Keeley agreed. “Yep, I think it’s gotta be tonight, babes. It’s perfect timing. His mum will help him feel better and you both admitting you’re in love?” She squealed and jumped up. “It’s gotta be now!”
“But he’s my best friend,” you replied quietly. “I don’t want it to ruin things.”
“It won’t ruin anything,” Roy shook his head. “If it’s meant to be…it’s fucking meant to be. Not that it’s any of my business.”
“He’s had a crush since he got back to Richmond,” Keeley added. “I know it will work out. Trust us. He’s become a new person and he’s the exact right person for you. You’re perfect for each other. I’m going to be that friend and pressure you to do this.”
You stood, if not somewhat shakily, and nodded. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
“You got this!” Keeley called after you as you exited Jamie’s childhood bedroom. 
You made your way down the small hallway and the narrow staircase, the air lingering with the scent of fresh baked goods as you descended. You could hear hushed voices coming from the living room. You tried to take soft steps as you approached the door.
“I don’t know, Mum. The best thing to ever happen to me?”
“It sounds like you’re in love.”
“But I’m scared.”
Your breath caught in your throat as you listened.
“Love isn’t supposed to be a walk in the park, Jamie. It can be scary. To put yourself out there on the line. To be vulnerable. To risk getting your heart ripped out and thrown in the rubbish.”
“I’m risking my best friend.”
“But will you regret it if you don’t?”
There was a beat of silence.
“I would die unhappy if I couldn’t tell them how I feel.”
Your feet moved before your brain could catch up. And then you saw him from right inside the doorway. His eyes. The gleaming. The twinkling. The feeling of comfortability. Of home.
He stood without taking his eyes off yours. There was a slight smile playing around his mouth. His hands went into their usual position, clasped and pulling on the bottom hem of his sweatshirt. 
Georgie also stood, but she grinned and quickly moved out of the room, saying to her son on the way out, “it’s worth it, love.”
All you could do in the moment was stand there, cheeks going pink under his gaze. 
“Erm…did you see me old bedroom?” he said sheepishly, breaking eye contact for a moment.
The start of this conversation somehow seemed to bring you back to the realm of the living. You chuckled. “Yes, I was a massive fan of the old Roy Kent poster you had up. And you know, all the small pictures of butts with thongs and such.”
It was his turn to go red. “Yeah, well, what can I say? Teenage boy hormones.”
“I don’t think it’s just teenage boy hormones, Jamie. That’s just you liking butts.”
You both shared another laugh before it went quiet again.
Now was your chance. Keeley and Roy had said Jamie was at least interested in you, so you needed to say something.
“Um…so, I…I was, uh, talking to Keeley and Roy upstairs,” you began, taking a couple steps toward him.
“Is that what you were doing? Talking? I’d have thought you might be having a threesome.”
You laughed again as he smirked proudly at his comment. But his smile faltered as you seemed to go back to a state of self-conscious anxiety. Jamie’s heartbeat sped up. Usually you would���ve come back with another witty comment.
“What were ya talkin’ about?” he wondered seriously.
“I was just telling them about this…guy I’m interested in.”
The warmth in Jamie’s eyes slowly seemed to be dying like embers of a fire slowly burning down.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. And I was telling them a little about him.”
Jamie nodded, eyes cast down at the floor. He feigned interest. “And what’s he like, then?”
You remembered what Georgie had just told Jamie moments before. Love is scary, but it’s worth the risk.
You took another step closer to him, feeling more confident now. “He’s really sweet. He’s considerate and thoughtful and is willing to learn and grow.” 
Jamie nodded again, still half-heartedly listening.
“And he’s funny and makes the best jokes. He can laugh at himself and how dumb he used to be. Although I’d laugh at myself too if I were that much of a prick once. Even turned a whole plan around at Amsterdam once, the idiot.”
His eyes were now back on yours, mouth slightly open in disbelief. The grin seemed to spread over his lips as you continued talking.
“And he’s generous and willing to take care of others despite his own needs. He puts on quite the show at his job though. Oh my god, he can be a bit of a show off, but he’s actively working on it. He always seems to get this like weird ankle injury every once in a while, too. And don’t get me started on his dumb ass tattoos. There’s this one that he says is a rocketship but I SWEAR it’s a penis and –”
“I love you.” 
Your words are put on halt by the admittance that Jamie has just put out into the world forever.
He repeated himself with confidence. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Your declaration comes not a second after he’s spoken. And everything seems to spill out at once. “For months now. I’ve tried to hold it in, but I can’t any longer. You make me nervous, Jamie Tartt. You make me blush just by walking into the fucking room. I couldn’t stand touching you because it made my stupid fingers turn red. Your smile alone could light a thousand candles at once. Your laugh could be a grammy-award winning song. Everybody wants you, but you…you are my everything.”
All he says is your name. And then he closes the gap between you two.
His hands go to your waist, his lips find yours. Your arms wind around his neck, hands finding the base of his hairline, weaving your fingers through the strands. There is no space left between your bodies.
Your mouths move in sync, slowly and softly, with a passion you’d never experienced before.
His hand moves from your waist to cup your cheek, turning his head slightly to deepen the kiss. His other hand grasps the fabric of your t-shirt, clinging to you incessantly.
When you pull away for a second, he whispers your name in a way that sends starlight cascading through your very bones. 
“Jamie,” you whisper, “you’re my best friend and I love you and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
He smiles. “I think your timing is perfect. Just like you.”
You move to press your lips to his again when Simon calls out from the kitchen.
“Anybody want pie?”
Georgie makes a reappearance in the doorway. She shrieks in delight. “See, love? I told you! What did I tell you?”
She wrestles you away from Jamie and gives you the biggest and tightest hug of your life.
“Mum, you’re gonna squish ‘em!” Jamie protests good-naturedly, pulling back on your shoulder. He slings an arm around your waist, keeping you close.
You knew Jamie would be okay at tomorrow’s match even if his dad did show up. 
You loved each other. And that was all he needed.
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Hi jalebi. How r u? Love the new exchange of thoughts between u and honey. I had a question does in your version of stuff does khushi complete her education because honestly u need to know some stuff about business to be running 1 abroad especially. Secondly y did Arnav mention first night during nanital track in front of so many people. I know these 2 diff topics feel free to ignore if not nice. Thank u
Hello @goals1024
I'm doing well, how about you? Haha I know @honeybellexox is an amazing person and I'm having the best time chatting with her about IPK <3
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In my version of the canon I believe Khushi first manages her catering business, when that's stable she pursues a business degree while opening her first store. Then, based on profits and other factors (such as demand for sweets and all) she goes forward with expanding her sweet shop.
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THE NAINITAL TRACK
Arnav's justifiable anger and Khushi's consistent flaw
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Regarding Nainital let's say one thing - Arnav was inappropriate to suggest a wedding night.
He wanted to put her on the spot and give her a 'tit for tat' and to be honest, I understand his anger.
He just learnt that Khushi sabotaged his trip. For what? For him and Lavanya to be romantically stuck in Nainital and forego the business meeting.
Khushi is wrong in MULTIPLE levels.
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First of all she is overstepping multiple boundaries by interfering into Arnav and Lavanya's love life. Granted that this time La is sharing everything with Khushi and the Raizadas have normalized interfering in Arnav-La's relationship to Khushi - but there's a difference between giving unsolicited advice versus actively doing things that affects someone. Arnav has told Khushi, at least 10 times, to not interfere in his personal life.
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Khushi's decisions costed Arnav. He loses out on a conference, he needs to reschedule everything. He doesn't have a back up plan ready. It's a bit of a logistical nightmare - especially considering it wasn't a meeting at AR, it was a scheduled meeting outside of the main city.
And you know the meeting was essential because Arnav himself was attending it. So it wasn't a simple logistical conference. It definitely costed the company time and money.
So not only does Khushi interfere in his personal life, professional life - she also publicly embarrasses him. She paints him as a man who abandons the woman he ran away with. Oh God the bitter foreshadowing...
And imagine she does all this right after she tells that she's concerned for him and accuses him of not using his brains in anger when literally it takes Arnav to burst on Khushi for her to realize the damage her actions lead to. Like even I rolled my eyes when Arnav went "do you realize what you've done? Have you lost your damn mind?"
And her going "Oh... sorry... I didn't think this would happen."
And you know she didn't because she just randomly removed petrol so they'd stop midway. She had no estimate! Even if Khushi's plan worked - how would it be any romantic for La and Arnav to be stranded in a lone highway because of empty fuel? How would they get petrol? How quickly could they receive help? How will missing work lead to intimacy between Arnav-Lavanya?
We clearly understand Khushi is motivated by films, and of course we should get it that all of this is executed with taste of crack comedy - like we're really not supposed to be taking this seriously.
But imagine if you lost a conference, have a logistical nightmare in front of you, have to walk miles because you're stranded in the middle of nowhere, and learn that the one person you're with is responsible for everything. Then suddenly the person shows concern and when you, understandably, refuse to listen to them - they make a huge public scene and paint you as someone who abandoned their lover midway so you can be threatened and coerced by strangers into doing their bidding.
Again, all of this is truly meant as comedy so we're not supposed to be taking it seriously, but what I mean is I understand where Arnav is coming from. As well as his decision to play into the lie Khushi strengthens and, in turn, just show her that her actions have consequences. And well... embarrass her.
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Oh they're a newly eloped couple? Has she thought what that insinuates? Fine, it's their wedding night tonight.
It does not excuse Arnav because one wrong is not corrected with another wrong, and the gravity of his retaliation is almost always worse than Khushi's actions - so while he has been justifiably rebuked in the show and by the fans for his decisions, the unfortunate thing is Khushi's mistakes are almost always overlooked.
And I love that Khushi makes mistakes - her inability to see the consequence of her actions is very consistent. It happens with her getting overwhelmed by telling the Shyam's truth to Anjali and choosing the safest option - neither hurting Anjali nor Payal in the process. Or even in the Swami track when Khushi ends up eating the whole dinner by herself, she does not realize she should keep some aside for Arnav and that he really has not eaten. Or even during Mrs. India (if we consider that canon), she does not see how her actions really have little to do with Aarav nor does prove any point to Arnav cause he literally uses his power and is lucky to have another judge who keeps Khushi in his good books. Or how bringing in a man who kidnapped her husband, sexually harassed her multiple times and didn't hesitate to cheat his pregnant wife - would be a disaster move.
So I love she has her consistent flaw. The problem in narration isn't having a flaw. It's not growing from it. They never show how her lack of foresight is something she struggles with and something she needs to learn from - unalike Arnav, where the show perfectly paints his anger as problematic and that he needs to control it otherwise he hurts the people he loves.
I personally feel, if we ignore the Mrs. India track, Khushi truly grows as a character is in the one scene where she admits to Arnav that she doesn't know. Khushi often gets overwhelmed when she has a lot of decide or understands her actions could/have/can lead to someone's sorrow so she takes it upon herself to fix everything. 
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So when Arnav gently questions her why she thinks leaving him would make things better for Aarav, and Khushi breaks down admitting she doesn't know if it would and that she doesn't know anything at all - it is finally some character growth for her.
She trusts his intentions, shares her burden of pain with him - and it's no surprise the problem was resolved in 24 hours.
But yes, regardless of this the Nainital Track is one of the best written tracks because they set the intention straight - it’s going to be an out and out comedy and above all Khushi accepts her mistakes! So don’t think it was severely flawed or anything - I still laugh out loud till date watching everything! 
Thank you so much for this ask - it turned into an analysis! 
Best,
- Jalebi
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Ayo this is unedited notes from Misha’s panel excuse the emojis (except for the one after Misha said “what are they gonna do, fire me?” because that one was warrented)
* Watching the finale was tough because it represented the end of a chapter of his life but he has a palpable feeling that the spn family isn’t going anywhere
* Favorite memory making a recipe w/kids and Vicki? Pasta with jam sauce 🥺 bizarre and totally disgusting 😂
* Projects in mind? Yes, worked a lot on US election which was pretty invigorating for him, plans to do more work on Georgia runoff elections. Publishing a book of poetry, close to closing a deal with a publisher for that. Couple of film projects he’s trying to get off the ground, one he wouldn’t be in or direct, other interested in directing and possibly acting.
* What do you think happened when Jack brought Cas back and what’s he doing? There was a different ending that COVID made impossible to shoot. Not supposed to talk about it but it was big crowd scenes. In the original iteration, he didn’t go to recreate Heaven, he had a different ending. Didn’t read the last two endings and watched them as they aired. Knew in the abstract what Cas and Jack’s fates were but he doesn’t really know what the answer is.
* What was West and Maison’s experience of watching Spn for the first time? They can’t watch scary things at all so they haven’t ever watched a full episode. West and Maison asked him to tell them when a scary part was coming up and Misha said “well unfortunately, I don’t really know”. Kids looked totally shellshocked at the cold open 😂 Spn may have been good for his career and the fandom but has irrevocably scarred his children
* Screencapping chat because they’re typing too fast 😂
* Will you go to Russia again? He’d love to but he’s said a lot of bad things about Putin so he might be arrested 😂
* What qualities do he and Cas share? Over time, the character melded with Misha and became softer and more sensitive and tried to do the right thing and be a good person.
* What’s the one thing you’ll take with you from playing Castiel? He thinks a lot. On a professional level, it was fascinating to play a character for so many years, (discussed recently with J2) the characters really became a part of them. Watching Dean’s death he cried, but because “that’s Cas’s friend Dean dying”. Cas will always be will him, an aspect of his being forever.
* What’s your favorite thing to bake with kiddos? Loves to bake pie, fave is strawberry rhubarb.
* He teared up watching 15x18 🥺
* Have other cast members disclosed what the original ending was supposed to be? Doesn’t want to be the one to reveal state secrets but “What are they gonna do, fire me? 😏”
* We saw a version of Heaven that was populated with all the people from their past. But they couldn’t do that due to COVID restrictions.
* Fave BTS memory from set? Don’t have one, they’ve been close friends for 12 years. They’ve had laughing fits, fights, gotten pissed off at each other, but some of his fondest memories of work are of Supernatural.
* Why did Cas’s trench coat stay intact? He can magically mend his clothing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ When he went in, they wanted him to look like Constantine-suit was way too big, had to fold his shirt and tuck it because it was too big. He got a new suit at first which wasn’t explained, lost the tie and then brought it back, which wasn’t explained, and once season they just started him in a new wardrobe and said nothing 😂
* Stole trench coats from set, will probably wrap them around himself and cry at some point
* To get in the zone for Cas’s confession and death, he went and sat in a dark corner of the set and Rob Hayter stood guard over him so no one would bother him 🥺 and when they were ready for him on set, Rob would come over very gently and say “Misha they’re ready for you”
* How did you feel when you read 15x18? He knew that ending was coming for a long time, been talking to Berens about it, and was really happy about it. It was the ending he wanted for Cas. Felt risky and brave for the show to do and he was proud to be a part of that. Seen people complaining about bury your gays trope and he doesn’t feel that’s what happened with Cas’s ending. He’a glad Cas got to have that moment and he’s proud the show did that.
* Do you think you’ll get an SPN tattoo? Doesn’t have any, was thinking about getting some for his children. Should he get tats of Jensen and Jared’s faces? 😂 Get a tat of Cas’s face on his abdomen? 😂 Probably no tattoo re:spn for him but he totally supports anyone that does.
* The last scene he shot as Cas was the last scene of the day on Friday. He, Alex, Rich, and Jensen all had to get to Vegas for a con. They shot late into the night and finished around 1:30-very teary, Misha’s goodbye to the show- had to get a chartered flight to get there on time. One of the engines exploded and they had to circle back, plane was shaking, really scary. Texting their families, didn’t know if they were gonna crash land. It was such a strange night, super intense.
* He misses the pimpmoble.
* What non-hunter job would Cas be good at? Security guard, he never sleeps and never gets bored. Not a great teacher, architect, or artist. Handy in the kitchen, maybe a cook?
* What color are Cas’s wings? Shit, idk, I always thought they were black. Ah! They’re rainbow colored, how about that?
* When he was directing, Jared would take the canvas off his director’s chair and lay it over so it looked like a real chair and Misha fell for that probably 5 times. Jared kept messing up lines so Misha cut and went to see what was wrong and Jared pied him in the face. Jensen brought him another shirt with was nice, went for lunch and Jensen pied him in the face 🙄😂
* Real story behind the handprint in 15x18? He doesn’t remember but it was a really nice touch.
* Fave thing about panels? He and Jensen have had a lot of fun panels in Rome 👀 Brought up the resume-off 👀👀 Had pizza delivered to a panel once.
* Fave version of Castiel to play? Had fun playing Lucifer. Loved playing human!Cas, was fun to explore what it would be like. Just regular Cas was his favorite. Wouldn’t have wanted to trade regular Cas for any other iterations 🥺
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Hey!! Could we please get more sugar daddy fics with a black reader ofc 😋 idk if you've done shoto already but that'd be nice or hawks and deku💕
A/N: “wrist on glitter, waist on thinner, imma show you how to bag a eight-figure nigga” 👅💋 I enjoyed this way too much
All characters are 18+
Warnings: it got a lil spicy so imma put the line 
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Todoroki Shouto:
this mf has money to burn 
we all know todoroki came out the womb w cash from his hair to his ass 
he’s on some “yes, jeff bezos knows me” type shit so if you’re tryna end up with someone that’s gonna possibly buy you a house, he’s your guy 
he slid into your dms after you posted a pic with your skin moisturized and glistening under golden hour and your body had him wanting to run laps 
he had been plottin on you for a min but never got the motivation to do something about it until then
he’s a no strings attached type of sugar daddy
todoroki is a big name even outside of hero work and he’s well aware of all the people that have tried to use him. so instead of letting that happen, he’s decided to do things on his own terms 
when yall first started talking, he questioned you like this was managerial position at apple 💀 
best believe he ran an in-depth background check and made you sign an NDA 💀💀💀
he was a tough one
but you passed w flying colors and y’all settled on an arrangement
you have a weekly allowance that hits your bank account every saturday with some bonuses that he’ll give you depending on how the week goes
todoroki isnt needy nor is he one to be all up in your business 
it’s actually weird in an endearing kind of way? 
he only wants to have conversations with you 
i mean, dont get me wrong, he’s up for anything you are
todoroki would be a liar if he said he never ended some nights with a picture of you and a hand down his pants 
but that’s not what he’s mainly looking for 
you figure out very quickly that shouto just wants someone to talk to 
he’ll randomly hit up your phone and have a 30 min convo about something like the weather or hero politics, and then he’ll dip
next thing you know, you got $1000 in your cashapp
you kind of panicked bc like...wtf? 
your dumb ass messaged him: “did you mean to send $1000?”
sis, dont put a question mark where God put a period
him: “Yes.”
and that was the end of that
you dont question anymore
he’s not doting in any kind of way, and sometimes you lowkey think he forgets about you, but you still get your allowance 
doesn’t send a lot of gifts unless you explicitly state you want something
he doesnt text back a lot, but he tried to respond when he can
but i do see him liking it when you send him mundane things you do throughout your day, like pics of cookies you baked, or a cool plant you saw at home depot
and he enjoys the times you and him end up just trashing his father for nearly an hour. expect to find flowers, with some expensive ass coats or something at your door the next morning 
he really fucks w your laid back vibe 
sometimes he forgets you guys arent really supposed to be friends 
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Takami Kiego (Hawks):
this is not hawks’ first time being a sugar daddy
he’s hot, rich, and one of the most eligible bachelor’s in japan with a life that prevents him from having anything too serious
so, long story short, he’s a veteran at this 
he used to be the type to reach out to instagram baddies but he had a couple bad run-ins and decided to stick with the official sites because it was a lot more secure on both ends 
the funny thing was, you set up your account a long time ago as a joke. though at one point, you did take it seriously, but you came in contact with a lot of super creepy men that sexualized you for your skin and ethnicity. 
you were tired of the “chocolate king/queen” and “amazonian god/dess” comments,so you took a break. you didnt have much activity since
so imagine youre surprise when the #2 hero hit your line talking about some 
“Hey~ I’ll get straight to the point. I think you’re beautiful and I’d like to talk with you about an arrangement” 
you thought this was a fake account, but after he chatting for a little and sending some pictures, you knew he was the real deal 
hawks is your standard tit-for-tat transaction sugar daddy
he’s the type to hit you up at night with a “how ya doing, dove? got any pics for me?”
he’s good about his respect ad won’t do anything out of line
it’s the bare minimum, be he doesnt fetishize you so that’s always nice 
however, he does make you call him daddy, sir, etc. whether it’s through text, call, or when y’all get together for...reasons
ngl his dicc game is fire
he might ghost you for a week or so but he’ll always come back with a nice check to make up for it 
just be careful about catching feelings bc he’s so fucking smooth. he makes you feel like you’ve got his heart, but dont fall for that shit
if you think you can “change him” or fuflfil whatever wattpad romance fantasy lives in your head, he is not your guy. you better get on w your life before you get your heart broken
he’s here to suck, fuck, send pics, do a little phone call here n there, send some money, and go 
if you’re not with all that, you might as well dip 
but if you’re cool with that, rest assured, you’re gonna be living your best mf life with this man in your wallet 
and good news, you might not be his only, but you are his favorite
there’s just something about you that’s got him giving you a few extra thousand than he normally does 
he doesnt take his sugar babies on proper dates bc he’s gotta stay away from media outlets, but he will invite you to his office for a “lunch break”
if you ever surprise him with a cute but sexy hawks cosplay, you won’t have to work for two whole weeks bc you cant walk  
overall, he’s a good sugar daddy. defintely good for your pockets and any other non-romantic desires you want fulfilled
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Mirodirya Izuku:  
the way you two met and came to this arrangement was more or less an accident
the life of the number one pro-hero was lonely and stressful 
he’s tried to dip his toes in the water here and there, but it never worked out because not many people could deal with the fact that he’d always put hero work first
he was teetering on the edge of signing up for one of those sugar daddy/baby websites until he met you at some cafe he passed by 
it’s cliche really. you were his server and, honestly? he was hooked on day one 
he watched you intently as you pranced around in your cute uniform. he couldnt stop admiring your brown skin and eyes and how cute your hair was. you spoke with such enthusiasm and cheerfulness that he couldnt help but swoon. and it didn’t hurt that you were very easy on the eyes
he listened to you as you went on a spiel about how college was a fortune and how you stayed up last night for a project bc you had to pick up extra shifts
that’s when he made his decision
by the time the hero is out of the door, you collected the reciept and almost fainted when you realized he left you a $500 tip and his personal number 
“i enjoyed talking to you today and i hope we can continue that...here’s something small to help with your bills. and i hope this isnt too forward but you’re very beautiful. stay safe. deku.”
and what did you do that night?
you called his ass right back
you were nervous as hell bc you still couldnt believe this was real, but after talking on the phone with him for two hours, an arrangement was set
midoriya is the most gentlemen like sugar daddy out there 
you wake up to good morning texts and a few hundred in your bank account almost every two days 
he goes crazy over your insta posts. and if you wear something green? expect a bonus
takes you out shopping unprovoked 
izuku: “are you busy? i saw you were having a rough week and was wondering if you wanted to go to that new outlet mall downtown”
you: 🏃🏾‍♀️💨  
you most certainly had homework due that night but what tf you look like missing out on that offer? 
it’s after so many “dates” that deku realizes that he prefers hanging around you more than he should but he doesnt wanna ruin anything so he keeps that underwraps 
he’s the idiot that goes into this thinking he won’t fall in love
deku defintely has some dirty thoughts about you but he doesnt try to bring it up unless you do first
if you’re comfortable with anything nsfw, you gone see a whole different side to izuku
he’s a giver, giver, giver, but when he recieves, he just about loses it
send him “innocent” pics of yourself matched with a string of filthy texts and he’ll combust 
when you send him pics of yourself in deku-themed lingre, he deadass sends you a whole black card with your name on it as a thank you
you guys get very comfortable with each other very quickly
soon enough, DA’s start turning into y/n stayng over for a week 
you both realize this relatiosnhip runs a lot deeper than an arrangement when he accidentally let it slip that he told his mom about you 
he’s profusely apologizing but you shut him up with a kiss and tell him that you’ve kinda caught feelings yourself 
your next conversation works out well for the both of you 
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Okay I have a new request, you and him are bestfriends but you like each other everyone sees it but you and for this one I would really like it if you choose the footballer you're favourite or the one you think that fits with this imagine, you can choose (sorry for my bad English btw) thank you!!!
You and Mason had known each other for a few years, neither of you had ever had the courage to make a move so over time only a good friendship had been established between you. You spent a lot of time together, your often equivocal attitudes had caught the attention of many people but you had never taken the cue to start a conversation and conclude anything.
Like that time in the park, Mason was sitting with his back against a tree in the shade while you were lying with your head on his lap. Both of you were busy laughing at something and hadn't noticed that an older man had approached.
"Oh hello" you hear Mason say and you open your eyes, sitting up noticing the newcomer to see what he wanted.
"I'm sorry guys I didn't mean to disturb you, but you reminded me of me and my Bertha and so I walked over" the eighty-something elderly man has a wistful look on his face, his left arm not holding his stick is shaking slightly and you find him so soft.
You smile at him, "Was she your wife?" you ask after standing up out of respect, followed by Mason.
"We've spent over sixty years together, I've been without her for a year now"
"Sixty? Wow" Mason looks genuinely impressed and the man nods proudly.
"Those were other times, we married really young. If she's the one for you don't let her get away, the good days will always outnumber the dark ones" your gaze immediately meets Mason's. Neither of you can say anything, he tries to babble something but in the end just nods. The elderly gentleman stays chatting for another couple of minutes before deciding he's taken up enough of your time and slowly walking away to continue his walk.
"Sorry I didn't deny or anything earlier" Mason stutters awkwardly, a hand behind the back of his head and his cheeks slightly red as you shake your head.
"Oh no don't worry about it. It's fine, tat man just needed to chat" you look at each other for a few seconds before you suggest you go and once you've gathered your things you set off on your way.
It was now obvious to everyone that yours was more than just a friendship and they had tried to stay out of it but the sidelong glances and smiles and small gestures to each other were adding to their frustration. It was obvious that you both needed a nice big push without giving any room for possible misunderstandings and they knew how to do that too.
"What happened?" Declan, Ben and a few of your friends had arranged a small evening between you as usual so no one would be suspicious. But there was something strange between you and Mason in the way you looked at each other and related to each other.
"Me and (Y/N) were at the park today and a man approached us thinking we were together" Mason confesses looking at the contents of his glass.
"And what did you do? Please tell me you did something" Declan looks hopeful for a moment but the look of his friend wandering the floor makes him groan.
"Oh come on, you're so hopeless! That was your pass to finally do something. I'm not talking to you anymore" he rolls his eyes as he walks away and Mason watches him come to bother you who is quick to roll your eyes shaking your head.
Next thing you know you're all in a circle, an empty bottle in the middle dragged into a game whose rules you haven't quite figured out. Your friends had to show off their skills with the ball, but having already had a few drinks they only risked breaking some object in the room.
And then that bottle is also pointing at you. A slight sense of anxiety makes its way into your stomach as they make you go to the utility room to get some pepper. The others act quickly by turning the bottle over and Declan stops it on Mason suddenly.
"Hey that's not fair!" Mason complains as Declan takes the bottle in his hand in a threatening manner.
"Shut up! Just go over there now and do what you have to do"
"What?"
"Mason, I swear if you don't go over to (Y/N) and kiss her right now I'll do it"
"Don't you dare" Mason is on his feet soon after, a satisfied smile on his friend's face as he sees him walk towards the kitchen. Now they just have to wait.
You smile as you see Mason walk into the small room, "Hey Mase, sorry this is taking so long but I can't find the container"
"Forget it, you're not gonna find it anyway" he states approaching casually as a confused expression is drawn on your face. "What?"
"I'm the one paired with you"
"Okay so?" you ask even more confused.
"I'm the one who has to do something actually"
"Please tell me what they came up with" he paces the space between you holding his breath, yours dying in your throat finding him so close to your face.
"Mase" his hands stop on your cheeks, one of his thumbs gently caresses one of them.
"(Y/N)" he repeats in the same tone, "I just want to make one thing clear, no one forced me. Well they actually kind of did now but actually I really wanna-"
"Just kiss me already" you murmur impatiently, and on another occasion he would have laughed but in that moment he can only register that he's moving closer to you until your lips brush before touching properly.
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drabbles-mc · 3 years
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Sucker Punch
Kozik x F!Reader
Part 2 can be found Here
Request by Anon: I have a Kozik request. I was thinking that, during a fight with Tig, the latter could dodge a hit that accidentally catches the reader (Opie's sis maybe, that seems to be a popular one) and before anyone can fully react, she fully hulks out on him, and he's surprised that she's fully punching him, rather than cat-fighting. And maybe ends in smut?
Warnings: language, blood
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: I didn’t end up going the smutty route with this one. Honestly I’ve written multiple smut fics the last few days and my brain is just tapped out, so I went in a little bit of a fluffier and flirtier direction instead. Hope that’s okay! xo
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You weren’t really concerning yourself with the ruckus that was erupting on the other side of the clubhouse. If you let yourself get distracted and riled up every time a couple of the guys started to fight with each other, nothing would ever get done. If there were no bullets or knives involved, you really didn’t bother to insert yourself into the middle of it. Your only concern was staying out of the middle of it, which you were usually able to do very successfully.
It was Tig and Kozik going at it. Again. It wasn’t anything new in the slightest—the two of them hadn’t gotten along in ages, and now that Kozik was trying to transfer back from Tacoma all of the tension was only intensifying. At least once a week they were going tit-for-tat over something.
You heard Jax tell one of the prospects to go grab a couple of brooms to clean up the mess that would undoubtedly be left behind in the wake of the scuffle. You chuckled and shook your head at yourself as you continued to wipe down the bar and the stools in front of it.
The noise of their fighting was getting closer. You turned around to see if you should hop back over the bar to stay out of the fray, but before you could, you were getting knocked backwards by a fist colliding with your face, your mouth instantly filling with the metallic taste of blood.
Both Tig and Kozik froze in their tracks, the fight and reasons for it completely forgotten in that moment as they saw you wiping the blood from your lip. Tig instantly pointed to the blonde man standing next to him, blaming him for what just happened.
“All him,” he held his hands up in surrender.
Kozik looked mortified, “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sor—”
Before he could finish the sentence you were swinging on him. You didn’t know why the two of them were fighting, and you really didn’t care. But you knew for a fact that you didn’t want your face getting busted open because of it. Tig practically leapt out of the way, not wanting to be on the receiving end of your wrath.
At first Kozik made no move to get out of your way. He figured that if you needed to slap him in the chest a few times to get your frustration out, it was the least he could do for you. Besides, it would be better and easier to take than a beating from any of the guys in the club for accidentally hitting you.
What he wasn’t banking on, though, was you actually knowing how to throw a punch. Your initial thought was to bust up his lip the same way he did yours, but you also knew that the head was a very painful target to hit. So instead you went right for his solar plexus, causing him to double-over and attempt to back up out of range.
It didn’t stop you, though. You continued to try and close the distance and keep swinging. It wasn’t until you felt someone grabbing you by your shoulders that you snapped out of it and stopped. You took a breath, spitting the last of the blood out of your mouth as you shrugged off the hands on you, realizing much to your surprise that it was Tig who was stopping you.
“As much as I’d love to see you beat his ass,” he chuckled, “didn’t seem like it was shaping up to be a fair fight.”
You huffed, shaking your head. You stepped forward, giving Kozik one final shove before blowing past him and heading towards the back of the clubhouse. You looked for a dorm with an open door and ducked inside, thankful to see that it was Opie’s. If anyone wouldn’t mind you borrowing their sink it was him. You yanked open his dresser drawer and pulled out one of his t-shirts, needing a fresh one since yours now had blood running down the front of it.
You washed your face off in the tiny, cramped space that passed for a bathroom. The cold water felt good on your skin, but it stung the open cut on the inside of your lip. The sink was splattered with red for a moment as you rinsed and spit. You quickly washed it down the drain before shutting the water off.
As you were peeling your blood-stained shirt off over your head, you heard a soft knock at the door. You looked over to see Kozik, whose face was a giving off a mixture of different emotions. He’d originally shown up to apologize but the scene that he walked in on had shifted his mind to a completely different track.
You rolled your eyes as you pulled Opie’s shirt down over your head, tying it so that you were no longer swimming in it, “What?”
He shook his head to dispel his wandering thoughts, “Uh. Sorry. I just, um…I came to say sorry.”
You sighed, resting your hands on the back of your neck, “Thanks. Next time just, you know, don’t punch me in the fucking face.”
He chuckled, “It wasn’t on purpose!”
“Didn’t you use to box?” you cocked one eyebrow, “They never taught you how to pull a punch?”
He smirked, “Never got good at that part.”
You laughed, “Clearly.”
“Feel like I should be the one asking you if you used to box,” he rested a hand just below his chest where your first hard shot had landed, “Where the hell did you learn to punch like that?”
You chuckled, leaning back against Opie’s dresser, “You try growing up in the house I did and not learning how to throw a punch,” you shook your head, “Survival of the fittest.”
He nodded, “Right, right,” he took a deep breath, “We good?”
You tapped your chin, putting on a show of being deep in thought, “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” he laughed as you walked closer to him, “You probably gave me a bruised rib or two. What more do you want?”
You leaned in close to him as you squeezed past him in the narrow doorway, “I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”
He followed you out of the room, catching your hand in his before you could make it back to the main area of the clubhouse. He pulled you back to him, your chest pressing up against his, “Sounds like you might already have an idea about that.”
You could practically feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest with how close the two of you were. You chuckled as you gently patted his cheek, “Y’know I’d love to kiss you right now, but someone busted my fucking lip open. So. Guess I can’t.”
He called after you as you walked away, laughing as he did, “Can I get a raincheck on that?”
You turned around and flashed him a smile, shrugging your shoulders, “Guess we’ll have to wait and see. Might take a while to heal.”
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crab-instruments · 3 years
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Dust in the Wind Part 5 (tbb)
Master <Part 4 Part 6>
Pairing: Hunter x Secret Jedi! Reader (GN)
Rating and warning: General audience, fighting, injury, panic/stress
Words: 2.2k
a/n: Action! We fight some people. Notes at the end. I hope the action is somewhat easy to follow and interesting.
My writing process involves me thinking of fight scenes as I listen to music while I walk, this one is choreographed to Rat A Tat by Fall Out Boy. This is unimportant and uninteresting but is how I get a lot of my ideas.
Surprisingly, this is the longest part of written and I cut it short. Thanks for all the likes and reblogs, y'all. Keeps me going.
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Cid had given the Batch a mission to the Outer Rim. Tech had told the squad what planet but you had zoned out. Restarting your life every time something goes south was taking a toll on you and while your new crew was accommodating, it didn’t stop the stress of existing. You had gotten closer with the Batch on the trip to the next mission since it was a bit further out and you had time to get to comfortable. Wrecker and Omega seemed to enjoy your company the most, wanting to play games and share stories with you. Otherwise you helped Tech and Echo around the ship and chatted with them. Down times were spent with Hunter in the cockpit, watching hyperspace.
“Maxis… do you know how to sew?” Wrecker had caught you outside the armory, holding something behind his back.
You blinked, not used to seeing Wrecker so timid. “Uh yeah, I can sew. What do you need?” With a swift movement, he brought a red and black tooka doll between you. One of the arms had a rip in it, showing the stuffing inside.
His eyes looked sad as he said, “Lula got caught on a hook.”
“Ah, that should be easy. I can patch Lula up while you’re on your mission, so she’ll be ready when you get back.”
Wrecker smiled wide and pulled you into a hug. When you separated, he then held Lula out for you to take. As your hand touched the doll, your senses were overwhelmed with a rush of emotions and your head filled with memories that the doll contained. It stunned you for a moment and you had to close your eyes, not having experienced a force echo in a while. Luckily none of the memories were traumatic, just loud since Wrecker had strong emotions.
“Are you okay, Maxis?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry. I was just thinking how cute Lula was,” you said with a smile.
The time between taking Lula from Wrecker and entering the planet’s atmosphere was fuzzy. Your mind was still on experiencing the force echo. Psychometry was a force ability that few Jedi had but most of the time it was a pain. You had to train a lot to get it under control when you were younger and when people found out about it, they wanted to do study you and learn everything about it they could. Since you had left the Jedi life and mostly disconnected with the Force, the echoes had dissipated. Having one suddenly didn’t sit well.
Tech’s voice grounded you back to the present as he alerted everyone he was landing the ship soon. Hunter appeared in the seat across from you, something in his hand. “This mission shouldn’t take very long, just a few hours. Here’s a comm, we will let you know when we are on our way back or if something goes wrong. I know you can’t fly but it would be useful if you could get the ship ready in case we need to leave in a hurry.” You nodded and took the comm. “Will you be okay, Maxis? I did say this would be dangerous. Although it’s unlikely, they could come to scout the Marauder.”
“Oh yeah. I’ll be fine. If anything goes wrong on my end I can let you know as well, though I bet the worst thing is I prick my finger sewing Lula together or shock myself with a live wire.” Hunter’s face softened and he seemed to relax a bit. Your eyes held his until the ship shook when it landed. When he got up, he put his hand on your shoulder for a moment before getting ready to head out.
You watched as they shuffled out of the ship, saying a quiet “be safe, please,” as they disappeared from your view.
The reality of being by yourself seemed to set in, making the Marauder daunting. There was Gonky, at least. Shaking that off, you settled in and got to work fixing up Lula’s arm. You made quick work, almost wishing you had more to work on. Taking apart the ship to make repairs was risky if they needed to leave quickly.
Slumping back in your chair, you held Lula in front of you. “What do you think I should do, Lula? I could go clean the air filter or organize the wires in one of the control panels, even though Tech does a pretty good job at color coding them. A few of the sensors could be looked at but… I’m still a little stumped on… why I got a force echo from you. You are special, I’m sure, but… I guess I could meditate for a bit, see if that helps clear things up.”
You crossed your legs in the chair and put Lula in your lap. Meditating was supposed to be relaxing, but it was harder to find a calm now. It felt empty, in a way. You tried hard though, seeking an answer as to why now.
After a few moments, your eyes shot open. Something was wrong. You gasped for breath the feeling of overwhelming apprehension. Someone was heading toward the ship. Three, maybe four, people and they didn’t feel like your crew. Hunter did say he would alert you when they came back and it hasn’t been that long.
Swiftly, you got to your feet and headed towards the cockpit where the comm was still sitting on a chair. However, you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw a white bucket helmet walk around the front of the ship through the windshield. Troopers. Your heart pounded in your ears and you sank quickly to the floor. The fear of being caught by the Empire was arguably your biggest fear, they hunted Jedi ruthlessly, even hearing about troopers trained to fight Jedi specifically.
A noise came from where the entrance ramp was, they were trying to get on the ship. You remembered that Tech had told you about an escape hatch in the cockpit, so you quietly crawled to it and lifted it up. You did your best to make sure that you were in the clear and dropped down.
“Dank farrik! It’ll be another minute to open the hatch,” one of the troopers exclaimed. It seemed the others were spread out around the area, so making a run for it wasn’t necessarily the smartest decision but taking on four troopers by yourself wasn’t wise either. Close quarters combat was a strength of yours, training to not depend on your lightsaber was a priority for your Master. Long range combat would be more of a struggle, as your shooting accuracy left something to be desired. One of the reasons you ended up leaving the Order was it became less about peace keeping and more about being a soldier, and the senseless death had caught up to you.
You did your best to keep calm. Everything in your body told you to run, escape, survive, but… what about the ship? This was your home now. Hunter… the squad… depended on this ship. If you didn’t do something to protect it, what would happen?
Unfortunately for you, the choice to run or fight was taken from you, when the trooper noticed you crouching by the front of the ship.
“Hey! Foun—” before he could finish his sentence, you rushed him. The trooper had his blaster pulled out when he saw you. You used the element of surprise to go for a disarm, checking his blaster arm with your left, getting your right hand on the opposite side to redirect his hand. The blaster clearing your stomach as you brought your right arm across your body. While sweeping with your right, you used your left to get a grip of his wrist. With this, you were able to free your right hand to strip the blaster from him, squeezing his wrist to force his hand lose and you were able to swipe it out of his grasp. Once the blaster was out of his hand, you pulled his left arm back, hooked your foot behind his right to destabilize him, and then gripped the front of his armor tightly to put as much power as you could into pushing him into the ground, you kneeling next to him. While not quiet strong enough to knock him out, it was enough to stun him for a moment since you used his and your weight against him.
You heard a movement behind the ship, the other troopers had been alerted. Scrambling for the blaster, you switched it to stun and shot twice, knocking out one trooper. The third trooper came from around the front of the ship and shot. You had just enough time to twist your body and dodge a majority of the shot, but it still skinned your left arm, leaving a nice wound for later. Two more shots from you to knock him out.
While your arm screamed in pain, you had one last trooper to deal with. Keeping crouched, you rounded the front of the ship.
“Freeze!” The trooper was right in front of you and you were staring down the barrel. Kark! Slowly, you put your hands up in a half surrender, but in that moment you thought of a plan.
“Catch!” You tossed the blaster towards him and the trooper, confused, went to catch it. You pulled your knife out of your thigh holster and rushed him. Using his now bent knee, you jumped and wrapped your legs around his mid-section, using the boost of the jump to shove him to the ground. You pressed the blade to his neck, ready, but hesitated. You couldn’t follow through, even when your life seemed to depend on it.
No good deed goes unpunished. The trooper pushed you off but you land within arms reach of your fallen blaster and you made quick work of stunning him.
For a moment, you sat there, breathing heavily and you hands shaking. Your pulse raged in your ears and adrenaline rushed through your veins.
Achievement Unlocked: You protected the Havoc Marauder! But now what? And what if… the squad finds out? Something about them knowing you took down the troopers didn’t sit right. The odds were stacked against you, what if they start getting suspicious? What if… What if Hunter gets mad?
Checking the trooper in front of you, you found a pair of handcuffs. More than likely they would all have handcuffs and you could move their bodies away from the ship, effectively disposing of them.
One by one, you dragged the troopers bodies away, putting them in some foliage after handcuffing one arm and the opposite ankle behind their back. Hopefully this would keep them relatively immobilized when they woke up. After moving the last one, you could no longer handle the pain of the blaster shot and headed to the ship.
You looked for the med kit and handled it with shaky hands. After applying the bacta and patching it up, you did your best to hide the wound with your sleeve. You then went to your backpack and grabbed the small notebook and pencil. Something about writing felt better than using a holopad, so this is where you kept your notes for supplies and such. Though it was difficult, you wrote ‘bacta and bandages’ to your supplies list. Hopefully they wouldn’t get mad at you using their supplies but just in case, you would just silently replace it. No one would know.
As everything seemed to wear off, all you wanted to do was crawl into a small area and hide. You found an area between some crates and sank down, willing yourself to melt into the floor. In an effort to calm yourself, you muttered a few bars of the song that had stuck with you.
“♪ Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind ♪”
A beep cut into your thoughts. “Maxis, come in, do you read me?” Hearing his voice, you became renewed with a sort of energy. You stood up, walked over to the cockpit once more, and grabbed the comm. “Loud and clear, Hunter.”
“Great, we’re done and on our way back, we had a small set back but no other problems.”
“I’ll start up the ship for you.”
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When Hunter and the squad got close, Hunter sense something was off. He signaled for the group to halt as he went to go investigate. Hearing some slow breathing from a few sources, he approached the bush carefully and paused when he noticed four knocked out troopers tied up chaotically. Tech noticed Hunter’s hesitation and walked forward.
“What did you fin—Oh. How did four Imperial Troopers end up here? You don’t supposed they went for the Marauder and Maxis took them out?”
“Who else would have? Four troopers… they have the strength to take out four troopers by themselves?” Hunter sounded bewildered. He finally looked at Tech, “Maxis didn’t attempt to alert us and I missed it, did they?”
“No, but it could have been inconvenient at the time. However, there wouldn’t be a reason why they wouldn’t have contacted us after dealing with the situation. Perhaps something else went wrong.”
With that, Hunter signaled the rest of the crew to board the ship with caution.
Part 6 _______________________________________________________
Notes:
Psychometry/Force Echo: This is the next Jedi Fallen Order reference, also seen in 1 or 2 episodes of TCW. I based the reader's ability from the game. Fight scene choreo: Warning, video contains fighting scenes. I love MGS and specifically the CQC in MGSV. For this scene, the first disarm is a combo of the moves described in 1:08 (beginning) and 4:01 (ending). It was mainly supposed to be the second one but the arms are switched so as an artist of my craft, I must adapt. The last move is mostly just the Peter Pan jump from 5:23. I tried to describe the action as best as I could without being like "left right must left right" but here is the visual aspect of it.
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achliegh · 3 years
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Golden
Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.
Characters belong to @lumosinlove
Beta: @the-most-slytherin-hufflepuff
TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe
Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):
Chapter 4:
I Wanna Be Your Dog
Our Song
Fly Over States
“I’ll be back, I’m gonna go get some coffee. And whatever Lo drinks.” Finn smiles and gives Leo a sweet kiss. He was wearing a hoodie and sweats. Also his glasses, which Leo thought made him look very sexy. He walks towards the door of his room and waves a little as he leaves. Leo was sitting on the bed with his back to the headboard, freshly showered waiting for Logan to get out of the shower so they could talk about tonight with the team dinner. He was just chilling in his boxer briefs with fish on them and his glasses while he skimmed through one of Finn’s books.
Logan's music suddenly got louder as the bathroom door opened and some steam came with it. I Wanna Be Your Dog is still playing in the background as Logan shuffles over to Leo removing the book from his hands and straddling his lap. Logan is wearing boxers as well but plain black. Leo rested his hands on Logan's thighs and smiled at him.
“Hi” Leo smiles at him and Logan can’t help but smile back, but it soon slips from his face. “Hey, what's wrong?” Leo bends his legs bringing Logan closer to him.
“Leo… I’m sorry, I never should have said those things to you. Before we left, I just- I don’t know how to” He takes a frustrated breath and feels Leo cup his cheek, leaning into it. “I don’t know how to talk about my feelings very well, it's something Finn has been a victim of for years, I loved him from the first day I met him. I had the same panic with you…” Looking up at Leo who is smiling at him in this soft supportive way made Logan’s heart leap into his throat. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, hey it's okay.” Leo leans forward and kisses Logan's forehead and then pressed his own to Logans. “I’m okay, you didn’t scare me off. I’m still here, I came to find you because I really really like you. Like a lot.” He looks Logan in the eyes and sees so many emotions float around in those sweet peas, he couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss him.
Logan’s breath hitches as Leo kisses him so softly, kissing back he wraps his arms around Leo’s neck. He wants to be as close to him as possible, the song in the background made him feel hot all of a sudden. He wants Leo.
“Leo.” Leo pulls away and looks at him worried. “Fuck me.”
Logan watches Leo’s pupils dilate and a blush appear on his cheeks and chest. Leo’s hands move to his waist and pull him into a toe curling kiss. Logan's hands end up in Leo’s hair gripping so he can’t pull away, slowly starting to rock back and forth on Leo’s hips, pulling groans from both of them.
Leo reaches down to grip Logan's ass and squeeze as he licks into his mouth when Logan gasps. They pull away as Leo clumsily reaches to the side table he knows has lube on it while Logan starts to littler his neck in hickeys, darkening old ones and adding new ones. Leo feels Logan press his fingers into a dark on and it makes a spike of heat jolt in Leo's groin.
“Again.” Logan complied and pressed the sensitive bruise while grinding on Leo’s slowly hardening cock. Logan was already fully hard and whimpering with every thrust. They pull away for a second to pull Logan’s boxers off, Leo pouring lube on his fingers and looking Logan in the eyes as he slowly pushes his middle finger into him. Watching Logan's eyes go distant.
The prep was easy with Logan, he relaxes easily and will let Leo know when he is ready.
“Okay, I’m ready.” He slaps Leo’s hand away and crawls off him yanking Leo’s boxers before straddling him again.
“You want it like this? Aren’t your legs sore from the game yesterday?” Leo grabs his hips and stops him from just slamming himself down on Leo, even if that's what Leo wanted. Logan was more important.
“Leo, I’m fine. Now let me ride you!” Leo puts his hands up in surrender as Logan takes control and sinks down on Leo, rolling his neck from one side to the other. Relaxing for a moment, he starts pushing himself up and letting himself down with gusto. Leo’s hands rest on his thighs while Logan's rest on his shoulders. Leo gets Logan's attention by moving his right hand to Leo’s neck.
“Tighter.” Leo smiles a little deliriously when Logan’s grip tightens on the side of his neck, he's very glad he doesn’t have to explain to Logan not to crush his windpipe. Leo grips Logan tighter and helps him move fast. The feeling of Logan’s hand on his neck turns Leo on so much that he has to take control. He stops Logan. “ I’m gonna lay you down, okay?” Logan nods as Leo maneuvers them around so Logan’s legs are on his shoulders and his hands are on either side of Logan's head. Bracketing him in.
“Oh fuck!” Logan grips Leo’s arms as he starts punching sounds out of him, his pace is expert. Hard and fast. Logan tries to look away because Leo’s icy blues are so intense it pushes him further to the edge but Leo grips his chin and makes him look him in the eyes as he respectfully rails him into the bed.
Logan moves his hand back to Leo’s throat and feels Leo’s hips stutter as he tightens his grip. He feels himself sinking into the blissful feelings that take over his mind every once in a while. He is engulfed by them like a wave of pleasure dragging him out to sea.
Leo, keeps his steady pace feeling himself getting close and watching as Logan becomes a mess of please in French and English. Leo has never heard Logan speak French but he's glad he has reduced him down to this puddle. He notices Logan has gone into what Clay calls, ‘subspace’ which Leo has never been in but Clay has told him so much about it that he thinks he knows what it feels like, kinda. He knows there is a ‘subdrop’ after that everyone is different with. So a learning experience if you will.
Once they both fall over the edge, Logan thrashing around and begging to go again while Leo bites down on Logan’s shoulder to keep himself quiet, something that has been drilled into his brain. Leo goes to pull out but Logan wraps his arms and legs around Leo tight enough he can’t.
Leo wiggles his hands under Logan and holds him just as tight, causing him to whimper and bury his face into Leo’s neck.
“Huh, what a way to come home.” Leo looks up to see Finn on the other side of the bed looking down at them with a soft smile, setting the coffees down on the side table he climbs onto the bed and petting Logan's hair. “Did he go all fuzzy towards the end?” Leo nods, still holding Logan tight. “Okay, this is usually what helps him, what you are doing is great but won’t help him out of his fuzzy state. If you spoon him, it gives him space in front of him to focus on something that isn’t you and lets you hold him so he knows you aren’t going anywhere.” Finn whispers something to Logan that makes him let go of Leo and allow him to pull out and spoon him, still holding him tight. “Okay, now if you stroke his arms or pet his head it helps him come back to his senses, when he starts to wiggle around loosen your grip so he can turn into your chest. He likes to listen to your heartbeat. He’s soft right now, cherish it, trust me it doesn’t happen often. I’ll grab some stuff to clean up.” Finn kisses both of their foreheads and goes to grab a washcloth.
Finn cleans them up and does as he says, when Logan starts squirming Leo loosens his grip and lets him turn around. Him and Finn talk about tonight.
Once Logan comes back to earth and they both get dressed and drink their coffees. Leo leaves shortly after to be able to change clothes and grab Clay before going to the dinner.
He walks in the air bnb and is bombarded with questions.
“What happened?”
“Did you guys get together?”
“Did you fuck?”
“Did you eat?”
“Did they try to eat you!?” Clay grabs his head and moves it from side to side as he laughs looking at all the hickey’s covering Leo’s neck. “God, it's like they tried to suck the ink out of your neck tats.” Leo looks at himself in the mirror and sees the bruises covering the Egyptian beetle with wings on his neck are now purple in places. “They even got your hands!” Clayton takes a picture of the back of Leo’s neck and shows him that his creation of man hands on the back of his neck are splotchy with bruises. He snorts.
“Send that to me, this is kind of funny. Mama would get a kick out of this.” They chat as they get ready for dinner. Finn said it was mostly a sweatpants and t-shirt type of meal but Leo wanted to wear his boots for jeans, boots, black shirt and ball cap. Belt also joined the party. Clayton was wearing basically the same thing except he was wearing Leo’s black sweatshirt from last night because it's cold and they don’t have winter jackets. Making sure Leo still had his phone, they got an Uber to Pascal’s house. When they arrived they noticed all the range rovers and raised an eyebrow.
“I thought they were rich? Shouldn’t they have better cars?” Clayton mumbles to Leo as they walk to the door, pineapple in hand. They stopped and grabbed one because in the south pineapples are given when going to a new house as a thank you for hospitality.
“Maybe they just like Range Rovers.” Leo shrugs and knocks on the door. The door swings open after a few moments and Logan throws himself at Leo again! Leo caught him with no problem. “Hi, did you miss me or something?” Leo walks inside holding Logan and Clay following behind. They make their way into the living room where the rest of the team is. A couple of people laugh at Logan and Leo. Leo sets Logan down and waves at everyone. Pascal comes over to them and hugs Leo out of nowhere.
“What’s with the pineapple?” Sirius walks over to them and is chewing on some gum, tilting his head in confusion like a dog.
“You don’t give pineapples here?” Sirius shakes his head. “Oh well, in the south it's a sign of hospitality and a thank you.” Nodding Sirius narrows his eyes a little, sharing a look with Pascal they nod and put a hand on each of Leo’s shoulders.
“Leo lets go and have a chat.” Leading him away into an office they sit him down in a chair, standing in front of him. It gave Leo a weird porn vibe. “So, I don’t know if you know this, but Logan is like a brother to me.” Sirius says.
“And a son to me. So we want you to know that if anything happens to him, we know how to fight, and so does he.” Leo furrows his brow in confusion. “We just want you to know that Logan is sensitive with his emotions, it’s hard to get things out of him and when we left Louisiana he was a mess and we know it was you. So, do it again and we will make sure you never see him again.”
“Okay, I promise I won’t do anything to hurt him. I didn’t even mean to the first time.” He swallows down the nerves he suddenly has, he didn’t know he hurt Logan and that's why Logan snapped at him. He was gonna ask him about it.
Pascal and Sirius let him out of the room and take him back to the team where everyone has started eating. He looked around and couldn’t find Logan, but he found Finn walking over to him and kissing his temple.
“Hi” Finn smiles and leans into him as he eats his burger. Holding it up a little in a way of asking Leo if he wants a bite. “Beef?” Finn nods and Leo shakes his head no thanks. Logan and Clayton walk into the room a few minutes later, Finn is being held by Leo from behind as they chat with Kuny and Sergei. Logan walks over to them and takes Finn’s burger from his hands and eats the last bite. The noise of protest makes him laugh.
Clayton walks over and Leo and him start talking so fast and their accents get thick enough that no one can really understand them. Leo feels a tug on his pant leg and looks down, a small girl with curly dark hair is smiling up at him. Pascal’s kid for sure. He lets go of Finn and squats down to her level.
“Hi, I’m Katie! Do you like my song?” She smiles a big toothy grin and Leo focuses on the music playing from the Bluetooth speaker trying to jump out of her hands from the vibrations of the song, Our Song by Taylor Swift, back when Taylor Swift was good. He smiles at her.
“I do like your song.” Her eyes got bright with excitement, she started slightly bouncing.
“Yeah! She has a funny voice like you!” Clayton squats next to Leo and smiles.
“You think our voices are funny?” She nods. Clayton changes his accent to sound scarily like Remus’s northern Wisconsin accent. “Would you rather me talk like this?” She laughs.
“Voulez-vous que je parle comme ça?” Katie gasps and blinks at him; she smiles and then sprints off. Leo smiles and stands up, turning around to his boys where a red
Finn and a shocked Logan stand.
“You speak French?!” They both say at the same time.
“I speak French!”
“I hate when he speaks French!” They look at each other and then back at Leo.
He just laughs and shrugs.
A few hours and a few drinks later, Logan is trying to get Leo to drink wine while Finn is filming and Clayton is laughing while sipping on his and Leo’s beers.
“Noooooo I don’t like wine!” Leo pouts as Logan puts his glass to Leo’s lips and Leo takes a sip and cringes. When Logan finally pulls away Clayton hands him his beer and they vortex the rest of it. After finishing his 7th beer he shakes his head a little and lets out a breath.
Clayton and Leo hear the music of angels coming for a few chairs down. TikTok.
They look down at the table and a person who looks like a younger version of Sirius is sitting by himself with a glass of wine and some nuts. ‘Shawty got a big ole booty’ playing from his phone. The two idiots share a look and leave Finn and Logan for this other person. Sitting on either side of him.
“Let us see! Let us see!” Clayton and Leo lean over Reg to look at the video of a man in very short shorts doing this trend. “Omg we should do it! But I don’t have any shorts!”
“Me either! But we could just do it in our underwear…. actually maybe not because it’s cold outside.” They frown.
“Who are you?”
“Oh bestie, we are your new best friends!” Smiling Leo pats him on the head while Clayton wraps arm around his neck and whoops. After trading tiktoks like Pokémon cards they become close in just a few hours. Saying popular phrases to each other that no one understood but them. Influencing Reg to chug the rest of his wine.
They were up on the next beer pong game, Finn and Logan vs Clayton and Reg. Leo was ref. Clayton was great and Reg sucked but they still cheered him on. Sirius was in the background smiling because it was nice to see Reg coming out of his shell.
There was a point in time where Leo gave Finn his phone because he and Reg decided it was a good idea to wrestle and have Kuny be the ref. Reg lost. But Finn saw that Leo’s phone didn’t have a password… he couldn’t help but look. Finn and Logan were sitting together in the corner of the couch crouching over Leo’s phone. He has a lot of pictures.
He has many of him doing stupid shit, like walking on plane wings. Scared the shit out of Logan when he first saw it. Getting tattoos, holding random wild animals, cliff diving, riding bulls and cute selfies with his mom.
What they weren’t expecting was tons of pictures of Leo in sexual positions in different types of lingerie. Stretched out in the splits or with one leg up. Many of him sitting on his heels with his head tipped back showing off the tattoo of the lizard wrapped around his thigh that had a cowboy hat on.
They notice that most of these pictures are taken by someone else, and maybe then send a couple to themselves… in the groupchat from when they were in Louisiana. They also changed Leo’s Lock Screen to a picture they took, arms around each other, cheek to cheek with light blushes on their face from the alcohol and the pictures. Smiling so hard. His Home Screen changed to a picture of them smooching, Finn's hand on Logan’s cheek, soft and sweet.
During the rest of the party Reg refused to drink the beer or get drunk so Leo drank for him. Leo and Clay ended up getting back to the air bnb somehow with three new groupchats: Lions, Trio, and Finlo is Gay.
The next morning Leo looks at his phone as he goes to text Finn if they can get a ride in the groupchat with Finn, Logan, Clayton and himself. He notices the changed backgrounds and just sits there staring at his phone, heart speeding up because he feels so much lov- emotion towards them that he can't help but smile and hold his phone to his chest for a moment before completing his task. They show up to Finn’s apartment with their bags on their shoulders in sweats and t-shirts ready to fly home, completely unphased by all they drank that night. Finn was a different story, looking and feeling like shit he reluctantly agreed to take the two to the airport.
“Are we bringing Logan?” Leo is looking around expecting Logan to pop out somewhere.
“We can pick him up, he lives with Dumo.” Finn grabs his keys and coffee and walks out the door with the idiots following him.
“Whose Dumo? I thought he lived with you.” Leo and Clay both get into the back seat, bags one their lap.
“We were at Dumo’s last night, Logan billets with him. Don’t ask me why but… it’s a good fit for him. Dumo treats him like his own son. Did the same for Sirius.” Finn takes a drink of his coffee as they cruise down the streets. Leo is quiet for a moment, obviously thinking about something. “What’s on your mind?” Finn is glancing at him from the rearview window.
“Did I hurt Logan last time? Like before you guys left did I… do something?” Leo looks out the window for a second, Finn makes eye contact with Clay for a moment and he shrugs.
“Leo, Logan said you two talked yesterday morning.”
“We did… but I got a shovel talk from Sirius and Pascal that made me question it. They told me I hurt him and I don’t know what I did but I’m gonna apologize anyway. I never meant to.” He is watching the buildings and other cars pass by as they drive. The rest of the ride is silent until Logan hops in the car.
“Hello!” He turns around and smiles at Leo, then turns to give Finn a kiss on the cheek. “What time is your flight?”
“In about 3 hours” Clayton answers before Leo can. Leo reaches forward and takes Logan’s hand in his and squeezes it. Smiling stupidly, he just held his hand. Tightly.
“I think we should bring Reg with us this summer.” Clayton nods agreeing.
“Where are you going?” Logan fiddles with the radio until they get to a working station where Fly Over State by Jason Aldean starts to play.
“We travel all over the country for rodeos”
“We drive instead of fly so we can take Peanut and Leroy with us! It’s so fun. We start in Louisiana, then move to Texas, then Alabama, Georgia, Florida, Kentucky, Tennessee, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, just all over! I love it, lots of fields and animals, the food is amazing anywhere we go and! And! We get drunk almost every night! It’s so fun! We meet new people everywhere and travel with our tattoo artist. He is the only person I trust to tattoo me.” Clayton nods in agreement as he stalks someone on Instagram, looked like one of the girls from the bar the other night. “ I can’t wait, but I’ll really miss y’all.” Leo kisses Logan’s hand and smiles.
They get to the airport and Clay and Leo get out with their backpacks and a man in a suit greets them and takes their bags. Leo turns back to the car and kisses Logan and Finn goodbye.
“I’m sorry Logan, for hurting you.”
“Leo, you never hurt me.” Logan pushes Leo’s hair out of his face and smiles. Logan doesn’t know where this came from but he hopes Leo doesn’t blame himself for Logan’s mistake, he thought they were okay after the talk and fuck the other morning.
“Leo?” He looks up to Finn who is holding Logan’s hand that Leo was holding on the drive over. “Do you want to be our boyfriend?”
“... really?” Leo is looking at them completely stunned.
“Yes really!” Logan laughs a little.
“I- of course! Are you fucking kidding me!? Why would I ever say no!?” The man in the suit taps Leo’s shoulder and Leo knows this means n he has to go.
“Call us when you Land!”
“I will!” Leo is dragged into the building.
Stupid smile and all.
Finn pulls away after Leo and Clay are led inside, squeezing Logan's hand.
“You need to talk to Sirius and Dumo, they blamed Leo for you being all sad the last few months when they gave him the good ole shovel talk.” Flicking on his turn signal
“I will, Clayton gave me a shovel talk too… Why did you get away scoff free?”
“Everyone loves me.”
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whocalledhimannux · 3 years
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@peregrer the What. 👀👀👀 *insert John Mulaney gif of "say more right now"*
ok so when I say "the extent to which I've fleshed out the QT GBBO AU in my head is getting to be embarrassing," I truly and deeply mean it, please enjoy 1,900 words of utter ridiculousness.
first, our competitors:
Legarus - performs so poorly that viewers are a bit confused how he got on the show in the first place, a la Jamie (series 10) or that one guy who made a lime and chocolate cake in the first week.
Chloe - nice flavors and good ideas for decorations, but pretty sloppy. was up for elimination in the first week but came back with a great showstopper.
Melheret - good but not as good as he thinks he is (hence his bread week elimination because of sloppy technique), heavy-handed with the alcohol flavoring
Agape - solid competitor, not flashy but tasty + pretty results. I haven't worked out exact week-by-week themes (that would indeed be Too Much) but I imagine this is something like "Dairy" or "Caramel" or "Vegan," some particular element she just happens to not be strong on. viewers are disappointed by her early elimination
Teleus - Dad contestant. brings in a bunch of weird pans and gadgets he made up himself, does pretty well until it comes to Fiddly Foreign Foods he doesn't know (probably eliminated in French or Patisserie week)
Laela - typically has good flavors and pretty designs but technical knowledge is a bit lacking, so there are usually some flaws in the execution and she's often in the bottom half of technicals
Phresine - Grandma contestant. nails the classics but ultimately isn't creative enough to make it further.
Magus - the "Ian (series 6)" flavor of Dad contestant, often brings in foraged ingredients or eggs from his own chickens or whatnot and revives old recipes/flavor combinations no one else knows about. one week, some of those turn out to just be too weird, leading to his elimination.
Sophos - pretty elaborate decorations and good flavors (on the border of classic and new), but he tends to try a million different embellishments on everything and struggles with timing, occasionally to the detriment of technique.
Kamet - always has really interesting and different flavors and tends to do well in technicals especially, assuming he doesn't get overwhelmed. which is... an assumption (Finalist)
Costis - leans towards classic and indulgent flavors, although sometimes a bit sloppy--the kind of contestant where the judges look at his dishes and say "it's a bit of a mess" and then Paul Hollywood starts laughing because it still tastes delicious (Finalist)
Irene - absolutely stunning visually, queen of the technicals, occasionally gets the "style over substance" warning (Winner)
more details below the cut
I've gone back and forth on whether Eugenides should be in it but ultimately I decided no because I wanted to maintain a pre-show relationship between Laela + Kamet (I thought otherwise at first but then I realized I hadn't left Kamet any longterm friends or family for his finalist video and that's depressing af) and Irene and Sophos which to my knowledge hasn't happened once on the show so far? so having a married couple on top of that seems like it would be a stretch, and also then I think I'd need to make Eugenides the winner on principle and you know what? he can stand to be second fiddle to his wife for a little bit. My alternate backstory for him is that he was actually the winner of MasterChef one year (good with knives), so in the first episode Irene's first little chat to camera is something like "my husband's been bugging me for years to try out and I keep telling him he's got a skewed perspective on cooking competitions, finally I applied just to shut him up... and here we are." Her little video introduction is about how baking is a stress relief from her bigshot job. Her decorations tend to be abstract and gorgeous rather than cutesy.
Kamet, likewise, was nagged into applying by Laela, but she very cleverly framed it as she wanted to apply and wanted him to do it to for moral support. both were confident the other would get in and surprised that they did themselves. This is one of those series where everyone's friendships are immediate and obvious and super adorable (cast of series 10 my beloved...), and in particular these two are holding hands in episode 1. Laela's deep blue robe from TaT sticks in my head for whatever reason so I imagine her making an elaborate blue peacock cake or something one week that wins her star baker. somebody always does a peacock something and it's always impressiev.
Phresine is cool as a cucumber under pressure, always has lovely things to say about everyone else's bakes, and is the go-to last-minute helper because she usually comes in under the time. Irene starts out similar but as the weeks go by she starts to feel the pressure a bit more and cuts it a bit close. Sophos is the worst on timings, and mentions his wife at least once an episode. (I also played with him being single on the show and meeting Helen later through Irene and Eugenides, but this idea is too cute to pass up tbh.) Teleus lives with Relius, a fact that isn't mentioned until a few weeks in when he comments that Relius likes a recipe or gave him an idea for a flavor or something (Relius does not bake himself but will happily sample practice bakes), to the surprised delight of every viewer whose favorite contestant is the oldest gay in any given series (me, me, that person is me).
Costis tends to use a lot of chocolate and, as I said, pretty "classic" flavors--one of those people who makes a full English savory bake at some point. He's usually in the top half of the competition but doesn't get the top until one of the later weeks in the competition, which is a Honey themed week, and he absolutely nails it. The delicate decorations of his honey nut cakes and his use of honeycomb are particularly praised and that's the week he gets star baker. One of those bakers who flirts with elimination the first few weeks but noticeably improves over the course of the show.
My most, like, plot-y ideas are about Kamet (SHOCKER). I imagine he was born in Setra (I usually make Setra a non-autonomous region in my AUs) but arrived in Britain as a child due to [Unspecified Crisis] and ended up with foster dad Jeffa, who was roughly from the same region but not Setra itself; whenever Kamet wanted Setran food as a kid, Jeffa would take him to the library to find recipes and that was what sparked his love of baking. He's well-read on the subject and knows about foods from a lot of different cultures, so he's usually heard of the technical challenges even if he hasn't made or eaten them. He does a lot of fusion flavors, and is ALL ABOUT bread week.
I don't usually make the his-relationship-with-Nahuseresh-is-romantic leap in modern AUs but I think it works for this one because of the nature of the format--Nahuseresh doesn't actually appear on camera but is alluded to once or twice, ends up being Very Displeased that Kamet is doing something for himself, and during the week following Laela's elimination they have the fight that makes Kamet realizes this is actually a terrible relationship and he needs to leave now. He calls Laela to let her know what's up and mentions that, since he'll need to stay in a motel and has presumbly lost his job as a secretary (yeah working for your boyfriend is Bad, he's realized that now), he's going to have to drop out of the show. Laela, despite living in a studio flat without room to host him, immediately thinks "um fuck that" and calls Costis, and within an hour Costis and Aris and a few rugby buddies have moved all of Kamet's things into Costis and Aris's flat, where Costis insists that he'll squeeze into Aris's room (they've shared before, it's fine) and that Kamet gets first dibs on the kitchen for all bake off practices.
None of them actually reveal any of this to the show's producers. Kamet gets a little overwhelmed the following week and nearly walks away from the tent, but Costis jumps in to keep his bake from being ruined, and some soothing words from Irene + the hosts calm him down and he returns to finish. The only mention of the Drama comes in the finale, during the longer video clips they do on each of the contestants. Kamet is deliberately vague about the details of the situation, but Aris shows up in both Costis's and Kamet's videos and references the fact that having TWO flatmates in the bake off is a bit difficult because they only have a standard size kitchen, so he hasn't cooked for himself in a month and has been living off cake and savory breads. one of the hosts talks to Kamet in the tent after that clip is shown and he still won't talk about it in more detail, but says that he wanted to tell people so they could appreciate why Costis hasn't practiced as much the last few weeks (the judges scolded him for winging it a couple of times), and admits that he totally copied some of Costis's techniques for honey week based on watching him at home.
I imagine the finale task is something like an illusion cake--probably with a bunch of additional required elements because the show has been going bonkers with the finale showstoppers in the newer seasons--and Irene wins with a jewelry box containing, among other things, ruby earrings made out of candy. Kamet does a stepwell, and Costis does something architectural (I was thinking castle but something visibly Greek-ish so maybe a temple or a megaron? idk). Irene wins but they're all BFFs and that's obvious, so everyone's delighted for her. The little montage at the end reveals that Irene + Gen are expecting twins, that everybody hangs out all the time, and that Costis + co recently helped Kamet move into his own flat where he's now working on a novel (Immakuk and Ennikar inspired, obvi, leaning heavily on the honey-shared-on-the-road thing and including some recipes that actually work in the narration, albeit still written in an ancient-novel-like-way).
[Obviously not part of the show, but when Kamet mentions that it's time for him to look for his own place, Costis tries to v awkwardly invite him to stay forever and Kamet is like "nope I've got to try this on my own but yes we will go on a date once I've moved out and see how it goes from there."]
[This is so far beyond the scope of the show but also several of them go on to have more baking-related careers and have active social media presences and at one point they're all hanging out and Eugenides pulls out a camera and demands they all produce baking pick-up lines. Teleus refuses and also doesn't believe anyone knows baking pick-up lines off the top of their head or could make them up on the spot. Sophos sort of proves him right by coming up with "you're the apple of my pie," which Eugenides instantly mocks because Sophos's three greatest loves are baking, Helen, and poetry, and that's the best he can do? Helen comes up with "I like my cake the way I like my men--rich, sweet, and bright red," to which Sophos blushes on cue. Irene's is "when I'm with you, I feel like chocolate heated to 50 degrees--I struggle to maintain my temper." Eugenides protests this is more like an anti-pickup line. Irene insists this is the most accurate marriage-related baking pun anyone could ever come up with.
[Laela's is "You and I are like custard--I hope we never split." Kamet's is "You remind me of bread, because I knead you." Costis freezes for a minute and finally comes up with "Fancy a cream horn?" which produces a lot of giggling and makes Kamet slap his arm in such a way that, hen Eugenides posts this video to instagram, fans of the show all go WAIT ARE THEY DATING NOW] [by this point, yes they are] [I didn't even have to google baking pickup lines for this, guys, I legit came up with them on my own, please clap.]
am I obsessed? I might be obsessed
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Can I request "tattoo(s)"? 💜
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2 requests for the same prompt so I'm posting them as 1 & making it part of my SRK❤ series. Hope you both enjoy @sneetchestoo @buckieys
GTHB Masterlist; Read on A03
Picture of Carlos’s tat in the story because I’m terrible at trying to describe it. Found it on pinterest. And @justkillingtimewhileiwait & @moviegeek03 agreed with me it would be perfect for Carlos. As always thanks Brit for all your help plotting my fics and keeping me so excited to be writing ❤
Sofia had just celebrated her first birthday, and it was a double celebration for the Strand-Reyes household as her adoption was officially finalized. Even though they'd had her since she was two weeks old, it took a little bit for the paperwork to work through the courts. But they'd just found out on Friday that everything was signed and official. Sofia didn't totally understand the double celebration, but her dads and all their family and friends did.
Owen and Carlos's mom were currently cleaning up their kitchen while TK and Carlos said goodbye to everyone. Sofia had crashed from her sugar high and was currently sleeping on TK's shoulder. Once everyone was gone, Carlos tried to stop their parents from cleaning, but they wouldn't hear of it. "Ok, ok," he chuckles. "I'm gonna go help Ty get the princess down, then we'll be back," he tells them heading upstairs.
When Carlos gets upstairs, TK is standing in Sofia's door just watching her sleep in her crib. Carlos wraps his arms around TK and lays his head on TK's shoulder. "Mmmm she's gonna love having a bigger room in the new house," TK whispers. "We can move her up to a big girl bed too," Carlos agrees.
TK smiles at his husband. "She'll love that. No more trying to flip herself out." They both chuckle as she rolls the other way and pops her thumb in her mouth. "We've got to break that habit too," TK groans making Carlos chuckle.
"She'll outgrow it. Come on we need to get our parents out so we can discuss our other plans," Carlos grins making TK smirk.
"Mmmm Officer, I do like how you think." TK leans up giving Carlos a quick kiss before they turn on the night light by the door and leave it cracked. They head back downstairs to chat with their parents for a minute before seeing them out. Carlos takes in all the new toys scattered around their living room and shakes his head. "I swear they spoil her so much."
TK laughs as he's already settling in on the couch with his phone and a grin. "And who was it that insisted the playhouse wasn't enough and had to get a swing set too?" He teases Carlos getting an eye roll and exasperated huff. "Exactly," TK laughs as he crawls into Carlos's lap so they can share the screen.
Sofia was going with Carlos's mom and oldest sister tomorrow for a shopping trip for new shoes and probably clothes while her dads went to their tattoo appointment. They're last joint appointment had been when they gotten each other's initial tattooed on their ring fingers right after their wedding. Neither wanted to lose his ring or have something happen to it while on shift, but they also wanted it known they were happily taken. It had been TK's idea and Carlos loved it.
Now they were getting something to symbolize the growth of their family, their little girl. It felt so good to officially call her theirs. “I’m thinking this,” TK says showing him the screen. Displayed was a gorgeous rose bloomed out; “Think her name scrolled across it. Maybe on my chest?” TK asks as Carlos just stares. 
“Think it would looking fucking gorgeous,” he finally gets out imagining it on his husband’s chest. 
TK gives him a big smile and a kiss to the cheek. “What are you thinking about getting?” he asks Carlos passing him the phone to search. TK watches him searching and can’t help but grin knowing Carlos is going to go with something sappy. “Stop,” Carlos blushes as TK’s grin at Carlos’s searches. 
“It’s adorable how sappy you are,” TK grins nipping at Carlos’s chin. “Oh! That,” TK says pointing at the screen. 
“Yea?” Carlos had been looking at it, but he knew TK would probably tease him about it even though Carlos really loved it. It was incredibly sweet, but also tough he thought, and he knew it would look really good. 
“It’s definitely you,” TK grins. “Could get it here,” he says tracing his fingers over Carlos’s inside bicep making Carlos shiver. “Think we can get her to make a fist before we leave so we can get a picture?” Carlos asks TK as he screenshots his selection like TK had done.
“Oh, yea,” TK grins. Carlos chuckles knowing TK could probably get Sofia to do anything he wanted. She was totally enamored with “dada” right now even though “papa” was not far behind. Now that their decisions have been made, they check on their sleeping angel one more time before they go to bed themselves. 
They’re able to get several hours of sleep before Carlos hears a thump and a whine. “Dios,” he groans seeing it’s barely six am. TK whines and tries to burrow further into the bed making Carlos chuckle. “I got her. Even though she’s just like you,” he grunts as he gets up. TK doesn’t even grumble already back asleep as Carlos goes across the hall to find their one year old sitting in the floor with tears. 
“Oh Sofia,” Carlos says shaking his head as he scoops her up. There’s no injuries because they’ve put extra padding on top of the carpet after the first instances of Sofia flipping herself out of her crib and scaring them to death. 
“Papa,” she whines as she buries her face in his neck sniffling. 
“I know. But if you would wait for Papa or Dada to come get you, it wouldn’t hurt as bad,” he reminds her even though he knows it won’t do any good. Once her mind is set to getting up in the mornings, there is no stopping her. She is like TK in the fact she finds trouble, but she takes after Carlos in being a morning person. 
“Dada,” she says as they go back to Carlos and TK’s bedroom. 
“Dada’s still sleeping. Papa is gonna get dressed and then we’ll go start breakfast before Abuela and Tia get here,” he tells her quietly laying on the bed for some sleepy dada cuddles while Carlos gets dressed. She knows TK is not a morning person, but she loves cuddling up against him while he sleeps. 
Carlos snaps a quick picture of them unable to stop himself at the cuteness his husband and little girl give off. Once he’s dressed he scoops Sofia up and carries her downstairs. He gets her set up in her high chair with milk and Mickey on the TV while he cooks. TK stumbles down once he smells the coffee, and Sofia giggles at him. “Morning princess,” TK says dropping a kiss on her head before giving Carlos a good morning kiss. 
They share breakfast, Sofia wearing more than she eats because she’s finally reached an independent streak and insists on doing it herself. TK gets her to make a fist against his and Carlos’s and TK snaps a quick picture. Once they are done, TK takes her to get cleaned up and dressed while Carlos cleans the kitchen. It’s not long before his mom and sister are knocking on their door. He lets them in as TK brings Sofia back downstairs dressed and with her favorite backpack. “Be good baby girl,” Carlos tells her with a hug before she’s flying into her Tia’s arms. 
Once they’re out the door, TK and Carlos share a more heated good morning kiss, along with a very heated and very steam shower. Carlos loves watching new ink go on his boy, and just the thought of it, makes him horny enough for a steamy shower before they go. Once they finally stumble out of the shower, they both dress and head out to the tattoo parlor. 
TK goes first and gets the stunning rose on his right side above his pec close to his shoulder. The red of the rose is gorgeous against his skin, and Sofia’s name is eloquently scrolled across it. It was truly gorgeous. Carlos goes next and they show the artist the sketch from the phone along with the picture TK had snapped that morning. He does up his own sketch from their picture and it is truly gorgeous. 
They outline the tat on his bicep, and TK can’t help the soft look he gives Carlos. He definitely is starting to get Carlos’s appeal at watching him get a tattoo. It is going to be perfect and can always be added to in the future.  
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Carlos loves it, so much. They get wrapped up and head back home. Sofia is waiting on them, and they both tell her she has to be careful with them. She nods and her eyes go wide as they show her the new art. She doesn’t totally understand it or the meanings behind them yet, but she loves the colors and lines. They know when she’s older she truly understand the meaning and how much her dads love her. Because they love her more than they ever dreamed possible, and these new tattoos are proof of that. 
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throwaninkpot · 3 years
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Notes from the Return of the Thief launch party Q&A with MWT!
• (I meant to keep a Not Telling tally but I got distracted by all the good words Megan put together.)
EDIT: A VOD of the stream has been posted here!
• It took 20 minutes into the event to get the first Not Telling, and everyone was astonished it wasn't sooner.
• She referenced the Not Telling shirt made for her by @queensandkingsofattolia ! She wasn't wearing it, but she did have her Not Telling socks, which she would put on her hands and hold up to the camera.
• She talked about how she doesn't like suspense as a reader. She always wants the stories to get to the point instead of dragging on, so in writing, she puts light scenes in to break up the suspense. She doesn't always know what those scenes will be, she just has a feel for what's needed there. One example is when Sophos and the magus are traveling to Attolia in aCoK, when they eat the chicken. "We eat the chicken now!" was a scene that made her happy while she wrote it.
• She was asked to explain the gods and how the different pantheons work with each other, and said she never wants to explain the gods. She doesn't want them to be cut-and-dry or understandable.
• Asked about writing such complex, ruthless characters and making them likeable.
Alex (mod): Do you think [the POV characters] good? Megan: *silently presents Not Telling socks*
• Said that if you're going to spend so much time in a characters head, there has to be some part of them that you and the readers will like. And there are some people whose heads she didn't want to be in. Even the ruthless ones making terrible decisions, she does like. "Nahuseresh? Not so much."
Alex: *says something about how they've never encountered books with more poker face than QT* Megan: *big ol' grin*
• Talking about how these books have so many layers and so much suspense, Megan said a lot of that is owing to the fact it's a series and she needed to be consistent, she couldn't switch the style of it or tone halfway through. When she writes the next thing, it might be a whole different kind of book. She'll have to see whether that was just sonething distinctive to QT, or that's what she naturally gravitates towards writing.
• She mentioned that she isn't fond of 1st person narrative, and the chat collective raised a single eyebrows at the irony.
• In fact, TaT was written in 3rd person at first. But she realized that wasn't working so she scrapped that and rewrote the whole thing, bc it needed to be Kamet who was telling us the story.
• She pronounced Kamet as "Kam-et".
• When talking about the details in her books and how they go into logistics, she brought a book onto camera called Alexander the Great and the Logistics of the Macedonian Army by Donald W. Engles. It heavily influenced the way she wrote about war and the politics thereof in QT.
• The Thief was partly inspire by a conversation she had with a young relative back during the Bush administration when Kuwait was invaded. The young relative didn't understand what the U.S. was doing in the middle east when we had so many problems to focus in our own country, and Megan explained that we weren't involved in that conflict out of the goodness of our hearts, but bc they had resources we wanted. (The way she phrased it, you could hear the magus talking to the boys in The Thief, and it gave me shivers.) And she realized, kids don't see that side of war in stories. Armies are always fighting Sauron and the forces of evil, and acting out if their own self-interests against people who might not be all bad.
• And thus, The Queen's Thief spiraled jnto existence.
• Why does she choose to write about disability and illness the way she does? Rosemary Sutcliff. Sutcliff was disabled for most of her life, and this reflected in the stories she told. Megan recalls Warrior Scarlet as the first book that challenged her as a kid to think about disability and illness as a natural part of life, and to question who gets to be at the center of the story. Who gets to be the hero? Who gets to be the hero of an adventure story? Why shouldn't characters dealing with illness or disability be those heros?
• TaT was a direct response to Sutcliff's novel Eagle of the Ninth, where an earnest young Roman soldier has these great plans for his life that get toppled when he is injured in his first battle and can no longer serve.
Megan: Costis checks every box for earnest young guy!
• In Eagle, there is a slave who travels with the protagonist and is freed by him at the end as part of the protagonist's journey. It was important to tell TaT from Kamet's point of view so that it was about him. "He is never an object of a quest, always a person."
• Megan has never read The Aeneid.
• She recommends Lavinia by Ursula K. Le Guin, which tells The Aeneid from a different POV.
• On writing process: She doesn't outline. When she has a book idea, she first tells it as a story by cornering her husband and telling him the whole thing with plenty of hand gestures. After that, she does a "sketch". She writes down the shape of the story, plotlines and characters, which is usually half the length of the finished book. Then she fleshes it out, and cuts and adds and cuts snd adds until she has pretty much a whole book, and then she edits again to cut everything that doesn't absolutely need to be there.
• She says it's important to remember you can't fix everything in one draft. You just need to focus on 20 or so things at a time, and then on the next pass you can focus on 20 other things.
• On keeping characters straight: "It's very crowded in my head." She doesn't focus so much on remembering exactly what she has written about a character before, but knowing who the character is so that she knows how they would react in whatever new situation she is writing them in.
Megan: Okay, Costis. I know this guy, I know what he's going to do. He's going to punch that guy in the face and it will be very embarrassing.
• A lot of people asked about the vampires referenced in The Thief and if they were real. She's not telling.
• Someone *cough*me*cough* Asked if she was planning a spin-off series about Eddisian vampires falling in love. "Never say never, but it's probably unlikely."
Alex: What happened to Ornon's sheep? Megan: Guys....guys......I have to put on another sock, come on, guys! *digs for her Not Telling socks and holds them up*
• On worldbuilding: You have to break with reality. It's great to research the process of how to retin pans! Adding details like that can enrich your story, but you can also add things that wouldn't have been possible in the real world. Like, pocket watches and window glass and printing presses all at the same time. The made up details also make your story richer.
Megan: Cut the research and tell a good story!
• On myths: She never writes the myths first. When she was writing The Thief, she would make a new line and type "[Myth Here]" and then go on with the rest of the story and cone back to that later.
• She recommends Ancient Near East Texts by James B. Pritchard for some good myths!
• What she likes best about DWJ: The Audacity(tm). DWJ would write about the most bizarre things very casually.
Megan: Her stories had a "hold my beer" quality.
• She told the story about hiw DWJ got her published (Alex: "She had good taste") and trying to send DWJ the advanced copy of aCoK before she died, but those stories have been retold elsewhere before so I won't bother with them now.
• Megan wore lovely, lovely earrings! And at the beseechment of the chat, she showed them to the camera and told us they were made by @freenarnian
• Finally, the winner of the trivia party was granted the honor of asking a question on camera, and Megan benevolently said she would not cry Not Telling on whatever was asked.
• Margaux, the winner, asked what the age difference was between Dite and Irene, and if they had grown up together.
• After a REAL long pause, Megan said that she didn't think they had grown up together. Irene is younger than Dite, and she was too busy, and I quote, "killing people." Her childhood ended early and she didn't have time to be a kid. Besides that, they wouldn't have been allowed to hang out in Attolian society, bc she was a girl and he was a boy. They were probably introduced to each other atvevents, but that was it.
• Also: Dite is pronounced "Die-tee".
• She has more events like this planned in the future!!!!! Keep an eye on her tumblr!!!!!
• EDIT: @whataliethatwas made a transcript of the event!
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Summary: The Jones brothers are polar opposites. Liam's the safe and honorable one, straight-laced and straight as an arrow. The good son.
Killian's the dangerous one, the bad boy with tats, leather jackets, a motorcycle and a questionable past.
The only things they have in common are panty-melting sea-blue eyes, the flat they share in Storybrooke and a rare blood type.
Oh, and apparently their taste in women.
Or rather, one woman.
Feisty.
Blonde.
Gorgeous.
Green-eyed Goddess.
Killian saw her first, but she chose his brother—the nice guy over the playboy. And even though she’s dating his brother, it doesn't make him want her any less. If that's not bad enough, she moves in with them and he has to pretend he's not completely in love with her. His life could not get any worse…
Until Liam dies in a tragic motorcycle accident.
Leaving each of them with one half of a broken heart.
Now Killian and Emma are left helping each other pick up the pieces.
Just as they're beginning to learn how to live in their new reality, another riptide pulls them further into the deep end when she finds out she's pregnant with Liam's baby.
Notes: So I made this post on Tumblr the other day, and then this fic happened. If you haven't seen the tags, please read them before starting this story or becoming invested because it’s very angsty. First of all, this starts out as Swan Jewel? I don't know what their ship name is or if there is an official name, but yes, Liam and Emma are in a relationship in the beginning, and I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. If you're not comfortable with that, I highly encourage you to hit the back button.
Thank you @ultraluckycatnd​ for looking it over!
This story was inspired by Baby Mine by Kennedy Fox, and I loved the book so much and thought it was very much underrated. I’ve wanted to write a fic like this for a long time now because it’s one of my favorite tropes, but after I read that book, I just had to write my own take. Also, I made this post about a Baby Yodarita drink last year when it was trending and since the beginning of this story starts one year prior, 2019 and since Killian is a bartender, it was a perfect way to include the prompt.
The title comes from the lyrics of the song, Lay By Me by Ruben. The particular line goes like this:
"I hope you know through the rising tide That I'll be here and you can lay by my side"
If you've never heard it, I recommend giving it a listen. It's an amazing song and very fitting for this story.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFJbLzEtoZw
P.S. In case you're unable to read the shoulder tattoo in the picture above and are wondering what it says—
"There is no happiness without tears
No life without death
And no true love without heartbreak"
Rated: Explicit for smut (including sexual fantasies, masturbation, implied and detailed sex, etc.) and language (lots of F-bombs).
Also available on: AO3 FF.N
Chapter 1
“Late again?” Liam chides when Ruby waltzes into work as if everything is completely normal. As if she’s not an hour late for her shift. 
  For the third time that week.
  She gives him an apologetic smile, but Killian knows she’s not actually sorry. 
  He’s just wondering who she was with this time.
  “Won't happen again, boss.”
  “Damn right it won’t. This is your third warning. Next time, there will be a write-up,” he admonishes.
  Frustration creases her forehead. “Geez, would you just chill? My car broke down.”
  Liam crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes at her. “So, you mean to tell me your car has broken down three times this week?” he asks, holding up three fingers. “And on either of these occasions, you couldn’t pick up the phone and give me a heads up? Did your phone break, too?”
  She flashes him a look as though the answer to his question is obvious. “I told you my car’s a piece of junk. And I tried to call, but no one answered.”
  Killian fights off a laugh, knowing for a fact Ruby is bluffing. At least about calling tonight, since the phone hadn’t rung in the past hour. But he could easily check to see if she’d called on the other two days on the bar phone’s caller i.d. to find out for sure if he really wanted to. 
   “So get a new car. Don’t you make enough from your tips and the hourly wage I pay you?”
  “I make enough from my tips,” she replies with a sarcastic smirk, “but I have more important things to buy.”
  Liam rolls his eyes. “Like what? More six-inch heels, low-cut tops and short skirts?”
  Ruby lets out an exasperated sigh. “How do you think I get good tips—by dressing like a Catholic schoolgirl?” She twists her lips and presses the back of her long, red-painted fingernail to her chin, pondering her own words for a second. “On second thought, that actually might bring in even more tips. Besides, you should be paying for my work clothes. Maybe then I could afford a new car.”
  Liam scoffs. “You want me to pay for your outfits?” He shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”
  Ruby's eyes widen, as though she’s shocked he declined her request. “Why not? Can’t you claim them as a work expense?”
  He nods. “Alright, fine. But if I’m paying for your work attire, then I’m choosing what you wear. Sound good to you?” he asks, knowing damn well she’ll never go for it.
  Unsurprisingly, she shakes her head. “Absolutely not. I ain’t wearing no damn polo shirt and black slacks. I like my low-cut tops and short skirts, thank you very much.”
  Liam sighs and cups his forehead in his hand to indicate she’s giving him a headache as he turns around and walks toward his office. “Just get to work, Ruby.”
  She wraps her apron around her waist and mimics his words in a mocking tone, “Just get to work, Ruby.”
  “I heard that!” Liam hollers.
  “I could be already serving customers if it weren’t for my pain in the ass boss riding me every two goddamn seconds!” she shouts, hoping he heard that too.
  Killian chuckles to himself as he rings up a customer for his drinks and hands him the change.
  “That dude seriously needs to get laid,” Ruby huffs. “Maybe then he’d back off a little.”
  “Ha! I doubt it,” Killian comments before taking another drink order.
  Ruby heads to the dining area to wait on customers. She knows Killian’s not wrong to doubt Liam’s ability to show a little mercy. He’s worked for his brother for two years, longer than anyone has ever been able to stand working for him, and he’s never once seen Liam be lenient, not even to his own brother. He runs a tight ship, and Killian doesn’t see that ever changing. Liam has owned this bar for five years and takes his job very seriously. 
  Killian’s just glad he only has to work here for another six months. Or at least that’s the plan. He’s about to graduate from Storybrooke University and get his degree in engineering. As much as he enjoys working for his brother, or rather listening to his coworkers complain about his brother behind Liam’s back, he doesn’t plan on spending his entire life making drinks.
  Liam emerges from his office an hour later and announces he has to take off for a while to run some errands. Killian’s confused because this is Liam’s night to manage the bar. He dedicates the majority of his other time performing administrative tasks during the week.
  “What errands do you have to run on a Friday night?” Killian asks, his words laced with suspicion.
  “Just some errands I promised someone I’d take care of. You’re in charge while I’m gone.” He pulls on his jacket and leaves Killian behind the bar with a confused expression on his face, wondering what his brother is up to. 
  Killian brushes off the thought, deciding to further question him later.
  Liam heads out the door, but not before scolding Ruby for sitting down at a table full of rowdy men, chatting (and not about the menu). She may be into women, but she flirts with customers regardless of their gender for the tips. 
  Ruby curses under her breath and gets up, moving to her next table to jot down orders.
  ~*~
  Emma sighs as Mary Margaret grabs her hand and pulls her into The Captain's Rum. Or more like, drags her in kicking and screaming. She doesn’t wish to be at this bar any more than she wanted to be at the last two. But her sister-in-law insists on the outlandish idea Emma’s going to find Mr. Perfect tonight. Or somehow get over her asshole of an ex-boyfriend after one night of drinking.
  And even though it's been two months since she left Neal and his thieving and cheating ass, and as much as she wants to get over him, Emma knows it’s not gonna happen for a while. At least not tonight.
  And yet, here she is.
  One night of drinking can’t hurt, she supposes. One night of forgetting everything. Of numbing her pain. Or so she keeps telling herself, but that could be the alcohol she’s already imbibed at the other two bars speaking.
  “So, how’s it going tonight, Rubes?” Mary Margaret asks the cocktail server once they’re seated at a booth. 
  Apparently, they know each other.
  “Well, no one's tried to manhandle me yet, so it's a start.” The tall brunette with red streaks in her hair leans over the table and murmurs, “Not a great start, but it's a start.”
  Mary Margaret rolls her eyes and laughs as she gestures at Emma. “Rubes, this is my sister-in-law, Emma. She just moved here from New York.”
  Looking at Emma, Ruby grins and sticks out her hand. “Hi! Nice to meet you!”
  Emma gives her a polite smile and shakes her hand. “Likewise.”
  When Ruby brings the chips and cheese Mary Margaret ordered, she places them on the table along with two empty plates. Before arriving here, Mary Margaret decided they would put some food in their bellies before they added more alcohol so they wouldn't get too drunk too fast and have to head home early. Well, that was Mary Margaret’s idea at least. Emma would much rather be home in the comfort of her bedroom watching Netflix. Or rather, her brother’s and sister-in-law's guestroom they so graciously let her sleep in until she gets her own place. 
  “Enjoy, ladies.”
  “Sure will,” Mary Margaret beams as Ruby leaves their table. She sips on some water as she scans the bar. Probably for potential suitors she can hook her sister-in-law up with, Emma surmises. “What about him? He's cute,” Mary Margaret remarks, her eyes trained on someone behind her. 
  Emma looks over her shoulder and arches a brow. “He’s cute if you’re sixteen. He looks way too young.”
  “Well, he’s drinking, so he must be at least twenty-one,” Mary Margaret points out.
  “He looks sixteen, and sorry, I don’t date children.”
  “Emma, he’s not a child, probably a college student. And you act like you’re so old just because you already graduated. You’re twenty-two,” Mary Margaret points out like she’s jealous and wishes to be so young again. But she's only a few years older—the same age as David.
  Emma groans. “No, thanks.” Her last boyfriend was immature enough as it was, and he was ten years her senior. “So, tell me, how are you and my brother getting along?” Emma asks, attempting to change the subject and get her sister-in-law to avert her attention from the college boys across the room. “Sick of each other yet?”
  Mary Margaret whips her head around and scowls. “Of course not. Why would you ask such a thing?”
  Emma laughs and raises her hands in defense. “Because I knew it was the only thing that would get your attention.”
  Guilt and apology flicker in Mary Margaret’s eyes. “Sorry, Emma.” She lays her palms on the table. “David and I are just worried about you, that’s all.”
  Emma sighs, frustration creasing her forehead. “I’m fine, I promise. Neal was an ass, and honestly, him cheating on me was a good thing. I needed the wake-up call, okay? I was blinded by love. But now that we're over, I can move on with my life. That’s why I let you talk me into bar hopping.”
  A slow, hopeful smile spreads across her lips. “I know, and I’m so happy you got out of that relationship, Emma. David and I both are.”
  Emma laughs. “I know. When I landed on your door stoop, we both had to stop him from driving all the way to New York to kick Neal's ass.”
  Mary Margaret nods. “True. He’s very protective of you.”
  Emma rolls her eyes. “I know. It’s both a blessing and a curse.” She takes a sip of water as she scans the bar. It’s the first time she’s been to The Captain's Rum, and everyone is so unfamiliar to her. New York is a huge place, especially compared to Storybrooke, but in this bar, it feels like she‘s back in New York. She swears everyone in Storybrooke is here.
  Ruby returns to their table to sit and chat. And steal some of their chips, double-dipping them in the cheese. Emma fights off the urge to laugh at this as her eyes wander past Ruby’s shoulder. 
  Huge mistake.
  The group at the bar counter disperses, revealing the most gorgeous sight she's ever seen.
  Holy. Fucking. Hell. 
  She loses a breath when she sees what she can only describe as a fine specimen. 
  Good Lord.
  Handsome features and such a delicious smile to accompany his perfect face as he chats with a male patron at the bar, she finds herself licking her lips.
  “What about him?” Emma manages when she’s able to find the words in her throat. 
  Mary Margaret’s eyes light up before she even looks to see who Emma is staring so unabashedly at. “Who?!” She and Ruby both turn their heads, their eyes following the path of Emma’s gaze until they land on the target.
  “You mean the bartender?” Mary Margaret asks, though, to Emma’s surprise, she doesn’t seem very excited; more like disappointed.
  Emma tears her gaze away from the bartender, as much as she doesn’t want to. But she couldn’t breathe when she looked at him and she needed to come up for air. “Yeah, why not?” 
  “Why not what?” Ruby asks as she looks at Emma, curiosity flashing in her big hazel eyes. “Because if you’re asking ‘why not jump his bones,’ then I can’t think of one good reason.”
  “Ruby, don’t encourage her,” Mary Margaret chides with a glare.
  Ruby frowns, confusion etched in her features. “Why not?”
  “Because… Killian is a player. Emma just broke up with her player of a boyfriend a couple of months ago. She doesn't need another one in her life.”
  “Um, excuse me, I’m right here,” Emma groans wryly. “And I’m perfectly capable of making my own decisions.”
  “She’s not wrong though,” Ruby remarks. “He is a player. But a fucking hot player. Between the two of us, we’ve conquered all the women of Storybrooke.”
  Emma lifts a brow. “Does that mean what I think it means?”
  “Yep. Probably even some of the same women,” she winks, her words bearing no shame or remorse.
  “Ruby, would you stop? Besides, neither of you have conquered me,” Mary Margaret points out with air quotes.
  Ruby rolls her eyes. “Of course not. Prince Charming had already parked his car in your garage long ago.” She reverts her eyes to Emma. “If you’re looking for a relationship, he’s definitely not for you…” she leans over toward Emma, speaking softly, “but if you’re looking for a hookup to get over that cheating ex of yours, then he’s absolutely perfect for that. He’ll give you an orgasm sooooo hard, you’ll forget all about that scumbag. Then he’ll do it over and over again until he knows you won’t be able to walk for weeks.” Ruby grins wide. “Hell, you’ll forget your own fucking name for weeks.”
  Emma gulps, having to recover from the images Ruby implanted in her mind of the man on the other side of the bar. Once she recovers, she furrows her brows at the conclusions she’s drawn from Ruby’s graphic depictions of what a night with the handsome, dark-haired bartender would be like. “How would you know? Have you two—”
  Ruby laughs as though Emma just said the funniest thing she’s ever heard in her life. “Oh Gaaaaawwwwd, no! I don’t swing that way, honey,” she says, rising and waving off Emma’s words with a flick of her hand. “But I’ve seen the number Killian’s done on his conquests. People talk, especially the drunk, horny females who enter the bar. Plus, as I said, he’s my competition, so I have to know what he's working with… if you know what I mean,” she says with a wink.
  “Yeah, I got it,” Emma groans as Ruby saunters away. Why do all the hot guys have to be players? 
  It’s just her luck.
  Emma turns to catch another look at him. 
  God, he’s gorgeous. 
  Dark, wild hair, stubble on his chin and cheeks, and a fantastic body based on what she can see from her vantage point.
  “Emma! Don’t even think about it! That man’s trouble and you know David would never approve,” Mary Margaret explains, pulling Emma from her trance.
  She turns her head, glaring at her sister-in-law. “David is not my father. And besides, I’m a grown-ass woman! He can’t tell me who I can or cannot date.”
  Mary Margaret gives her a motherly look. “I know, sweetie, but this man doesn’t date women, he fucks them and then sends them packing. David only wants to protect you from guys like him.”
  “I don’t need his protection, okay? Or yours. I’m perfectly capable of looking out for myself.” Emma stands from her seat, and she’s not sure if it’s because of the alcohol still brewing in her system, or because her sister-law has expressed disapproval from both her and David, making this man seem like a forbidden, sinful dessert she’s dying to get a taste of, even though she’ll pay for it later. But right now she doesn't give a fuck. 
  She sucks in a breath and strides across the bar, ignoring Mary Margaret’s pleas and warnings.
  Her eyes are fixed on him like a magnet. He’s wearing a black v-neck that fits him like a glove and shows off a provocative amount of chest hair, his tight, firm muscles bulging as he wipes down the bar counter. His muscles aren’t inhumanly large, just big enough for her to imagine him picking her up and easily carrying her to his bedroom like she weighs nothing. Emma can feel her panties grow wet just from watching him work. 
  But even though she doesn’t wish to be told who to be with, she knows she should heed her sister-in-law’s warnings.
  What would one night of fun hurt, though? She’s spent too much time holed up in her New York apartment, wallowing in self-pity and heartache after Neal hurt her. She hasn’t been with anyone since then. And maybe she’s not looking to dive into a serious relationship right now. Or ever. Maybe she just wants to blow off some steam. And this man looks like he can handle such a task. She’s more than willing to find out. 
  Emma approaches the bar and stands in front of him, placing her hands on the counter. 
  “What can I get you, lass?”
  Well, fuck me sideways.
  He has a British accent too?
  She knows she should run for her life, but before she can talk herself out of it, he looks up from his task, and she feels like her feet are glued to the floor. 
  Ho-ly hell.
  He’s even more gorgeous up close.
  His arms are inked with tattoos she so badly wants to trace with her fingers, and his striking blue eyes sparkle as he stares at her, his smile showing off a set of pearly white teeth.
  Well shit.
  She couldn’t run away if she wanted to.
  ~*~
  Killian had been running back and forth behind the bar for hours, ringing up bar patrons, making drinks and engaging in small talk. It’s a typical Friday night at The Captain’s Rum; the place is normally busy on the weekends, especially since the bar is only a stone’s throw away from the university, and tonight is no exception. It’s crowded and loud, couples are dancing, and the women are scantily clad in either tiny dresses or short tops and skirts. As he’s grabbing beers and making cocktails, the bar continues to fill and grow louder. 
  He hands off drinks to a couple before moving on to the next customer. 
  “Hey Jones, can I get two Blue Ribbons?” his good mate, Robin, calls over the blaring music. 
  Killian chuckles and grabs the desired beers, popping off the caps before handing them over. “Taking it easy tonight?” he asks, leaning against the counter and gripping the edge of it with both hands.
  “Aye. Regina doesn’t like the hard stuff. She’s more of a wine person.”
  “Ah, I see.” Killian nods; he can definitely see that about Regina. He doesn't want to say this to one of his best mates, but the lass can be a little stuck up and quite bossy at times. She makes Robin happy though, so he keeps his mouth shut.
  He chats with him for a few minutes, finally getting a few minutes of reprieve. As Robin heads back to his girlfriend, Killian takes the opportunity to wipe down the bar top. But before he’s finished, someone approaches the counter. His eyes are still trained on his task, but he can’t miss the long blonde hair, pink lace and fantastic cleavage, seeing as the view is directly in front of him. “What can I get you, lass?” he asks, throwing on his most charming grin as he lifts his head.
  His smile is cemented on his face the second he looks up.
  Killian’s accustomed to seeing pretty women entering his brother’s bar and parading around in clothes that barely cover their essential parts.
  Yet nothing in the world could’ve prepared him for the woman standing in front of him on the other side of the bar counter.
  No, not woman. 
  Goddess.
  Emerald green eyes, soft pink lips curved into a shy smile, smooth creamy skin, long golden hair cascading over her shoulders.
  Good. 
  God.
  She’s breathtaking.
  Stunning.
  “What would you recommend?” she asks in a teasing tone.
  Fuck.
  Her voice is that of an angel’s. Pure and sweet and innocent.
  She looks like everything he doesn’t deserve but wants every... fucking... part of.
  “Uh… I um…” he stutters, scratching nervously behind his ear. He can’t form a cohesive sentence as he looks into those hypnotizing eyes. He wants to get lost in them, drown in them. “What are you… what are you in the mood for, love?” he finally musters, adding another one of his signature grins. “I can make you anything your heart desires.” What he wants to say is, “I can give you anything your heart desires,” but even that may not be true. As gorgeous as she is, he’s afraid he wouldn’t be the man she deserves. He’s never been the guy women like to take home to their parents, anyway. He’s the guy chicks like to have around for a good time before they eventually settle into a serious relationship with Mr. Perfect. He’s definitely no Mr. Perfect, more like a Good Luck Chuck, but at the moment, he feels like he could be fucking Superman for this woman. And he's only exchanged a few words with her so far.
  She arches a brow and it’s literally the most adorable and sexiest thing he’s ever witnessed in his life. “Anything?” He senses a challenge in her tone. 
  “Try me,” he encourages.
  She bites her bottom lip in thought.
  He lied. Now that’s the most adorable and sexiest thing he’s ever witnessed.
  “What if I said I wanted a Baby Yodarita?”
  He arches a brow, very much intrigued. “A Baby Yodarita? Never heard of it.”
  She laughs and the sound is music to his ears. “That's because I made up the name. But I figure it would be a green drink that looks like baby Yoda.”
  “So, I take it you’re a Star Wars fan?”
  “Are you a bartender?” 
  Just as he answers like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, since he’s behind the bar serving drinks, he catches her drift and flashes a smirk.
  Could this woman be any hotter? And yes, as he’s asking this question in his head, he’s picturing Chandler Bing and the way he would say it, emphasizing the word be. Gods, he hates that he knows that about Friends. He hates that he actually likes that show.
  “You don't really have to be a Star Wars fan to be a baby Yoda fan though. He's so cute, he's trending on the internet, haven't you seen?”
  He chuckles. “Aye, who hasn't?” 
  She plants her hand on her hip, donning a sultry smirk. “So, are you up for the task, or not?”
  He licks his lips and leans over the bar counter, his eyes locked with hers. He wants to ask her if she fell from heaven. Or if he just died and went to heaven. But he has a feeling cheesy lines wouldn't work on a woman like her. “I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific as to what task you’re referring to, love.” But who the fuck is he kidding? There is nothing he could do for her he would consider a task. 
  Only a pleasure.
  Blush paints her cheeks and she leans over, meeting him halfway until her face is mere inches from his. “I have a few in mind… but how ‘bout that drink, first?” 
  Bloody. Fuck-ing. Hell.
  Her voice is a mixture of sweet and seductive. He doesn’t know how she manages to pull off a combination like that. His eyes drop to her lips and he’s seriously considering kissing the holy fuck out of her over the bar counter, audience be damned. He almost groans just thinking about her soft, luscious looking lips pressed against his, but he swallows the sound before it leaves his throat.
  He lifts his eyes to hers. “Sit tight, sweetheart.” 
  “Okay,” she says with a smile and takes a seat on a barstool. “Oh, and a Cosmo for my sister-in-law.”
  “Coming right up.” It takes every ounce of strength within him to pull away, but somehow he does. 
  He has to take slow, deep breaths to peel his mind from the fantasies he’s already having of him and the blonde temptress watching him intently as he prepares her drink. 
  ~*~
  Emma snorts. She honestly didn’t think he would actually take her seriously. She was only kidding around. But he took her very seriously and eagerly accepted her challenge. And he did an amazing job.
  She stares at the green drink in amusement, impressed, to say the least. He brought it to her in a margarita glass with two lime wedges sticking out like ears. The stem is wrapped in a napkin tied with twine and clearly made to look like Baby Yoda’s coat. And there's a cocktail stick tucked into the twine like a sword. 
  “Well? How did I do?” he asks, eagerly seeking her answer.
  “It's so cute,” she comments honestly. “It looks great, but does it taste as good as it looks?” As she asks that question, she’s looking up into his gorgeous eyes. And she can’t deny she’s wondering the same about him. 
  Does he taste as good as he looks? 
  Before she brings the glass to her lips, he puts up a finger to stop her. 
  “Hold on.” He grabs a toothpick and stabs two cherries, one on each end, before sticking it into the drink, giving the baby Yoda a pair of eyes. “For the finishing touch,” he smirks.
  After she stops laughing, she takes a hesitant drink. Once she takes the first sip, her face sours and she blinks a few times as she swallows. “Wow, that’s strong.” She arches her brow, pinning him with an accusatory stare. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”
  He chuckles. “Aye, isn't that the intention?” 
  She nods and grins. “This will certainly do the trick.” She rises from the stool and reaches into her back pocket, pulling out her phone case wallet, which holds her phone and money. “How much?” she asks, pulling out some cash.
  He waves off her offer. “The drinks are on me,” he says with a wink.
  “Are you sure? I don't wanna get you in trouble.”
  “Trust me, I won't get in trouble.”
  Taking his word for it, she tucks the cash into her wallet. “Thanks for the drinks, Killian.”
  He arches a sultry brow, making her heart skip a beat. “So, you’ve heard of me, but I have yet to learn your name?”
  She laughs and points at the name embroidered into his shirt. “Yours is right there.”
  “Oh, that,” he chuckles, a light blush tinting his cheeks as he peers down and brushes his fingers over the letters. “My boss insists we have our names displayed on our shirts.”
  “Well, your boss sounds like a pain in the ass.”
  “He is, but I only have to work here for another six months. I’m graduating from SBU in the Spring.”
  She nods as a group of people approach the counter beside her. She glances over at them and shifts her gaze back to him, wishing he had more time to chat, but she knows he has to work. “It's Emma,” she makes sure to tell him before the counter becomes too overcrowded. “My name,” she clarifies, in case that wasn't obvious.
  “It’s nice to meet you, Emma,” he says sweetly, reaching over to shake her hand. When she slips her palm into his, she can feel the sparks from his touch, but instead of shaking her hand, he brings it to his lips and kisses the back of it.
  Oh, God.
  This man’s lips on her skin feel like heaven and sin. She has to clench her thighs to stop the throbbing she feels between her legs.
  Fuck.
  She feels the loss when she pulls her hand away and sees the loss written all over his face. “Well, I should um… I should get back to my sister-in-law,” she stammers after learning how to form words again.
  He scratches behind his ear and opens his mouth to speak before closing it again like he’s nervous about something. “Of course, love.”
  Emma swallows thickly and lingers a bit, patiently waiting for him to say what’s on his mind. 
  He must sense she's waiting for him because as she grabs the drinks and starts to back away from the counter, his voice stops her. “Emma?”
  Good Lord, she loves the way her name slides off his tongue.
  She cocks a brow, hoping he's about to ask for her number. Praying he does. “Yes?”
  “I um… can you come back here before you leave? Say in an hour when it slows down a bit? I’d love to chat with you some more,” he says sincerely.
  Emma purses her lips like she has to mull over his question. The offer is extremely tempting. But she has something else in mind other than talking. Something involving his hands all over her body and her legs wrapped around his hips as he's plunging into her. 
  And you know what? Fuck it.
  She’s sure whatever he has in mind is exactly what she has in mind. Or at least, close to it. “Sure.”
  His eyes widen in excitement and surprise, as though he wasn't actually expecting her to say yes. “Really?”
  She flashes him her sexiest grin. “Yeah, why not? I’ll see you in an hour.”
  “See you then, love. Enjoy your drink. May the booze be with you.” 
  She snorts and backs away from the counter, holding up her glass in salute before taking a sip. Their eyes are still locked before she turns around.
  As she walks away, she cranes her neck to see him still watching her, even as he's serving other customers. She winks at him and has the pleasure of witnessing that adorable pink blush coloring his cheeks and the smirk on his lips before she faces forward and heads back to Mary Margaret. 
  She’s not looking forward to the lecture her sister-in-law is about to give her, but honestly, she doesn't care. She's looking forward to returning to the hot bartender, hoping to go back to his bedroom. Or the restroom. Either will do, really. As long as she gets to have him.
  After Mary Margaret is done chewing Emma out and reminding her of what a player Killian is, and after she finally realizes Emma is going to do what she wants, regardless of what anyone says, they are able to have some fun. 
  Ruby keeps the drinks coming, and soon they’re tipsy enough to get up and dance among the crowd of gyrating bodies already on the dance floor. Emma glances over at the counter every now and then, and every other time, she catches Killian staring at her, sending shivers down her spine. And every time he tosses her one of his cheeky smiles, her stomach flutters with butterflies. 
  Emma's thankful Mary Margaret is plastered enough to let loose and not give her any shit because she has no idea what Mary Margaret would do if Emma told her she's going back to talk to Killian. Though she has a feeling if Mary Margaret were sober, she'd do anything in her power to make sure Emma stayed away from him. 
  When the time finally comes, they order an Uber, which takes much longer than expected. She helps Mary Margaret into the backseat and tells her she's staying for a bit longer and will catch another Uber when she's ready to leave. She doesn't dare mention Killian's name, or that she plans on leaving with him, for fear Mary Margaret will blabber to her brother. Because then he'll come marching into the bar on his white horse to find his sister with the bartender and embarrass the hell out of her.
  Mary Margaret's too drunk and in no shape to talk her out of anything, so Emma’s able to escape, knowing her brother will take care of his wife when she gets home. 
  Emma quickly shoots David a text to let him know his wife had a few too many drinks and is on her way home in an Uber and that Emma decided to stay a little longer but will be home soon. Which is a lie. 
  She hopes. 
  Before the Uber drives away, Emma slips her phone into her pocket before heading back into the bar. She's fifteen minutes late, but it's not like Killian can go anywhere. He’s the bartender.
  Once inside, she takes a deep breath and tucks some hair behind her ears, a smile playing along her lips as she makes her way to the bar counter. She has no idea what exactly will happen once she reaches him, but with a face as gorgeous as his, she’s pretty sure she would let him do anything he wanted to.
  She’s also pretty sure he could help Emma get over her ex. As they say, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. And that’s exactly what she plans on doing.
  As Emma nears the counter and spots Killian, the beaming smile on her face immediately falls flat.
  And her heart sinks.
  A busty blonde is standing at the bar, her hand running up and down Killian’s arm, her fingers tracing his tattoos. The woman is sitting on a barstool at the opposite side of the counter in a low-cut top that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, and a skirt so short and tight it looks like it's been painted on. Killian’s standing in front of her, so his back is to Emma as he gives his full attention to the other blonde. It's almost time for last call, so it's now much quieter in the bar, and she's close enough to be able to hear their conversation.
  “What can I get you, love?”
  “A Tequila.”
  “Tequilas are trouble,” he says matter-of-factly.
  She moves in closer, biting her smile. “So am I,” she taunts.
  “I’m fully aware,” he replies with a chuckle. He tries to move, probably to make her Tequila, but she grabs his arm, forcing him to stay. Though, forcing is a bit of an overstatement; Killian doesn't seem to be putting up much of a fight. “Would you like a snack, too?”
  Mischief dances in her eyes as she licks her lips, ogling him like he’s the snack. “I’m looking at it, honey.”
  Emma feels like she's going to be sick. 
  The woman leans in and bites his ear and then pulls away slightly. “Last weekend was incredible. Can’t stop thinking about having my legs wrapped around you,” she giggles.
  Jealousy stabs Emma’s gut and disappointment shoots through her like a lightning bolt, bringing her back to reality.
  Mary Margaret and Ruby were totally right. 
  He’s a player. 
  Unable to listen to them for another second, Emma spins on her heels and dashes out the door so fast, she almost tramples over some guys heading in at the last minute. 
  She should’ve listened to the warnings, but she was too blinded by the attraction she felt for Killian. 
  God, she’s a fucking idiot. 
  Why does she always fall for the dangerous guys? The ones who are bad for her? Why can’t she just find a nice guy for once? Someone safe. Someone who won’t stomp on her heart and discard it like trash without batting an eye.
  She pushes open the door, tears stinging her eyes as she runs outside into the bitter, chilly night, hoping the Uber driver hasn’t taken off yet. But it's wishful thinking because she can't think of a reason why he wouldn't have left by now.
  “Ooof.”
  The air rushes from her lungs as she slams into a tall, solid mass. 
  Hands are gripping her arms to keep her from falling as apologies leave her lips. “Sorry.” She looks up at the man towering over her, Emma's eyes connecting with soft blue ones, which are full of apology. 
  He flashes a warm smile, his lips framed by a light brown scruff.
  “I’m the one who should be sorry, lass. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” 
  Shit.
  He has an accent too? 
  What’s with all the accents in this town? She’s noticed a lot of the locals here weren’t actually born here. Or the States. She didn’t realize how much she liked men with foreign accents until tonight.
  This man continues to apologize, but he doesn’t sound very sorry. At least not for crashing into her. “I was distracted,” he says with a smirk, giving Emma the impression she was what he was distracted by.
  Emma tears herself from the trance she’s in and glances at the side of the road, where the Uber once was. “Shit,” she curses under her breath.
  “Are you okay?” he asks in genuine concern.
  “Yeah, it’s just… my ride has already left. And I’m too drunk to drive home,” she sighs.
  Before the man can respond, his phone chimes from his jacket. “Excuse me,” he says apologetically, pulling out the device. He studies whatever’s on the screen with a worried expression, then looks up at her, his mouth slightly agape.
  “Everything okay?” she asks with an arched brow, starting to shiver as a frigid wind sweeps around her.
  “Um, yeah.” He glances at his phone again before lifting his gaze. “You wouldn’t happen to be Emma, would you?”
  She freezes and just stares at him, not knowing how to answer that. Or rather, why she should answer that.
  What the hell? 
  She's never seen this man before in her life, so how does he know her name? 
  Her heart pounds and she wants to run, but she's afraid she’s not sober enough for that at the moment. “How do you know my name?”
  He appears to be hesitant as he holds up his phone, showing her his screen.
  Emma takes it in her hands so she can get a better look.
  Her eyes widen when she sees a text from a Nolan.
  Nolan, as in her brother? Who else with the last name, Nolan, lives with a Mary Margaret and an Emma?
  Nolan: I just received a text from Emma. She sent Mary Margaret home in an Uber and is at your bar. Can you make sure she gets home all right?
  Her blood sizzles as she rereads the message. Then she reads the texts before it, a couple in particular sticking out like sore thumbs.
  Nolan: So… I have a huge favor to ask.
  Me: Sure, what’s up, mate?
  Nolan: The wife and sister are going to the Rabbit Hole tonight. Emma just moved here from New York after a terrible break-up and Mary Margaret is determined to hook her up with someone.
  Nolan: Think you have time to get away from work and keep an eye on my sister, make sure she doesn’t find any trouble? 
  What the actual fuck?
  Why is her brother having this man spy on her?
  Emma turns around and pulls back the hand still holding the phone, about to toss the damn thing.
  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, don’t shoot the messenger, love,” he pleads. “I need my phone.”
  The endearment makes her shiver. Killian had called her love, too.
  She spins around to glare at the stranger. “David’s using you to spy on me?” she demands firmly.
  He holds up his hands in surrender. “I didn’t want to, lass, I promise, but I would’ve felt terrible if I said no and then, later on, found out something bad happened to you. I promise, I was only helping a friend and looking out for you.”
  Emma sighs and hands his phone back, knowing he’s telling the truth. She saw his responses to David’s texts and gathered he didn’t wish to put his nose where it didn’t belong or to stir up any trouble. “David always has been good at persuading people,” she grumbles.
  “Aye, especially when it comes to protecting the ones he loves,” he winks. 
  “Even so, he has no business spying on me!” she states louder than intended.
  “I wholeheartedly agree,” he states adamantly, making sure to express how much he was against this whole idea, to begin with.
  Emma crosses her arms over her chest, wondering how she never saw him at the Rabbit Hole when she was there. “So, you spied on me at the Rabbit Hole?”
  He shakes his head. “No, I didn’t get the chance to. By the time I got there, you and Mary Margaret were already gone.”
  Emma shakes her head and rolls her eyes at the thought of her own brother asking someone to spy on her. But she’s not surprised. “Brothers are so annoying,” she grumbles.
  He chuckles, and the deep, hearty sound warms her heart a little, despite the chill in the air. “Agreed.”
  She arches her brow, as though to ask him to expand on why.
  “I have one of those, too. So I get it.”
  Emma’s features soften, a small smile pulling at her lips. “Older or younger?”
  “Younger. He can be quite the ponce sometimes, but at the end of the day, I’d lay down my life for him.”
  “I usually feel the same about David… and then he goes and pulls something like this,” Emma remarks bitterly.
  “I take it he does this a lot?”
  “He did when we were younger. But then I moved to New York and he came here, so we didn’t see each other very much.”
  “Ah, I see.”
  Another gust of wind makes her shiver and has him removing his jacket and offering it to her. Even though she’s already wearing one.
  “May I?”
  She cocks a brow. “Won’t you be cold?”
  He shrugs. “I rarely get cold.”
  She gives him a soft nod. He looks like he’d be the type of man who knows how to stay warm, and therefore knows how to keep a woman warm. He has those big, strong arms and broad shoulders, and he’s very tall. She could picture herself being buried in his warmth, but maybe because she's currently freezing her ass off. “Thanks,” she murmurs when he goes behind her and drapes the jacket over her shoulders. 
  “It’s my pleasure, love.” When he’s standing in front of her again, he sticks out his hand. “The name’s Liam.”
  Emma smiles and slips her palm in his. 
  She was right. He is warm. Very warm. “I think David’s mentioned your name a few times.”
  “Probably not as much as he talks about you. In fact, I feel like I already know you,” he chuckles as they break the handshake.
  “Hopefully, he had good things to say?” She almost groans at the idea of David spewing a bunch of embarrassing stories about her from when she was a kid.
  “Aye. Very good things… well, mostly,” he admits. “But who doesn’t have at least a complaint or two about their siblings?”
  She nods in agreement. “True. I complain about him all the time.”
  He grins big and wide. “I don’t doubt that.” When his smile fades a little, he scratches his head as he looks at her, hesitant to form the next words he wants to say. “Well, uh… seeing as it’s,” he checks his watch, “almost two o’clock and not getting any warmer out here, how about I give you a ride home?”
  Emma twists her lips in thought. Normally she wouldn’t even think twice about rejecting a ride from a stranger, but there’s something about this guy that tells her he’s not a serial killer or rapist. There’s something pure about him, a vast contrast to the bartender inside. That guy screamed danger and sin, but this man standing before her gives off completely different vibes. He has a warm personality, which is very refreshing, and he has honest eyes. Besides, she may not be able to stand her brother and his antics sometimes, but he's always had good taste in friends. And if David trusts Liam enough to keep tabs on his sister, then he must be trustworthy.
  So with a feeble smile, she finally answers. “Okay.”
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Azulaang for my ATLA Valentine’s Day Rarepair One Shots  for @ljf613
Blue Lotus
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aang/Azula (Avatar), Aang & Azula (Avatar) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Tattoos, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era Summary: Azula, Ty lee and Mai decide to get matching tattoos on Valentine's day. Aang ends up being Azula's tattoo artist.
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Ty Lee bounced ahead of Azula into the tattoo shop. Mai and Azula followed her in, with much less enthusiasm.
By the time Mai and Azula made it inside, Ty Lee was flipping through a portfolio and chatting with the girl at the front desk. Ty Lee chirped, "Well we decided fuck valentine's day, let's get tattoos!" "More like you decided," Mai responded in a bored tone. Ty Lee laughed and then the girl at the counter called out, “Jet, Snoozles, Twinkle Toes- your appointments are here.”
A tall lanky guy confidently strode up to the desk and peered over the girl’s shoulder, “Azula?” She recognized him from the video chat when they had first discussed her tattoo. She walked forward and followed him down the small into a room that was painted a nauseating shade of orange.
He sat on a low rolling chair and she hopped up onto the tattoo chair. His wide grey eyes looked up at her, “So I was looking over what you requested, a blue lotus tattoo?” She nodded. He was easy and relaxed, “You’re still wanting it on your inner forearm?”
She flipped her forearm and pointed to the center, “Here.” He nodded, “I think it’ll look perfect. Let me show you what I drew up.” He easily rolled over to his computer and she peeked over from the chair. It was better than what she had expected, but instead she replied, “That’s fine.”
He spun around and looked at her, “Is there something you want me to change? It’s gonna be on you forever.” She brushed a bang behind her ear, “No, it’s fine. We can proceed.” He almost looked like he wanted to ask again, but instead rolled back to the computer. He printed up the design and then pulled on latex gloves.
He smiled up at her and said, “You can sit back and rest your arm on the arm rest, we’re gonna be here for a while.” She did as she was told and watched him roll over to a cabinet and grab supplies.
He rolled back to her, “Alright, so I’m just gonna disinfect you here.” She didn’t flinch as he rubbed down her inner forearm with a cool alcohol swab. She watched closely as he applied the outline to her skin. He looked up at her, “Alright, go look in the mirror and make sure it’s exactly what you want.”
She bounced down from the chair and walked over to the mirror. The flower was centered on her inner forearm and it looked like it was meant to be there. She turned and sat back down. To appease him, she said, “It’s perfect.”
“Great!” He responded. “Let’s get this show on the road.” She settled back into the chair and heard him start up the tattoo gun. He asked, “Is this your first tattoo?” She looked up at the orange ceiling. “Yes, it is.” “Oh, cool, cool.”  She bit her lip as she felt the first prick of pain.
He was bent over her arm intently at work, but his voice was carefree as he asked, “So why a blue lotus?” She really would rather sit here in silence, but she answered, “My friends and I always talked about matching tattoos. The lotus has meaning for all of us. I’m getting blue, Ty Lee is getting pink and Mai is getting red.”
He nodded along, “That’s so cool. Me and the other artist Sokka, we have matching tattoos, but you know what- actually we don’t need to talk about that.” A voice called from down the hall called, “Aang, don’t be ashamed of our bro tats!” He looked up at her, “Do you mind if I put some music on. I swear I can’t get any privacy here.”
The girl at the front desk yelled back, “The fuck do you need privacy for?” Aang rolled his eyes and Azula laughed, “Sure, go ahead.” He wiped down what he had done so far and then looked around, “Can you grab my phone and pick something on Spotify? It’s right behind you.”
She reached with her free arm and swiped open his phone, which already had the app open. She clicked on the playlist that said Tattoo Beatz. As she placed it down Lupe Fiasco played in the background. He waited for her to get settled and then went back to work, “Good choice.” She smirked, “You have your playlists pretty easily labeled.”
She watched him intently as he worked on the outline of the lotus flower. She looked around the room she was in to get her mind off of the pain. There was a happy buddha up on a shelf, plants were scattered all over the place and inspirational quotes were on the walls. She looked down at the artist as he was crouched intently working on her tattoo.
He was tall and skinny, but he had enough muscles that they flexed as he moved the tattoo gun. He was wearing a white tank top with the sleeves cut off and orange cargo pants. He was so different from her, in black jeans and a burgundy long sleeve crop top.
The tattoo gun hummed. She studied him as he worked, his face full of concentration and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His body was covered in tattoos. It wasn’t haphazardly done, but seemed intentional and well thought out. She leaned forward without realizing, to get a better look at the blue pattern that covered him.
She was startled as his chipper voice disrupted her thoughts, “I spent a few years abroad, learning traditional tattoo methods.” “Oh,” she answered. She flushed a bit at being caught looking at him. He looked up at her, about to say something, when Ty Lee bounced into the room and poked her head over Aang’s shoulder, “Ohhh it’s so pretty.”
Aang wiped away excess ink and gently tapped Azula’s arm, “We’ve been at it for a minute. Take a break.” He unfurled himself from his crouched over position, stretching to his full height, his long arms stretching up towards the ceiling. Azula’s eyes scanned over him, until she felt Ty Lee yank her out of her chair, “Let’s go see Mai’s!”
It actually did feel good to get out of the chair. The girls walked into the small room. Mai was flipping her pocket knife with her free hand as the artist intently worked on her piece. Mai’s was the darkest, the lines straighter and more severe than the other two girls, but each of their tattoos were beginning to reflect their personalities.
Ty Lee and Azula each went back to their designated chairs. Aang snapped on a new pair of gloves and got back to work. He said thoughtfully,” You’re a really good canvas. You’ve got a great skin tone for colored work and the forearm is one of my favorite spots- not too much pain for you and I don’t have to be twisted in some awful position.” Azula’s brow furrowed, “Does that happen a lot?” His grey eyes went wide, “Oh yeah. People ask for the weirdest stuff. I’m just glad that you didn’t ask for an infinity symbol or something. Not that I have anything against it- just gets repetitive after awhile.”
She couldn’t hold back as she asked, “What’s the worst tattoo you’ve ever done?” He looked up at her mischievously as he switched to blue ink, “Worst in what way? Like worst design I’ve ever done? Worst thing someone has asked for?” She couldn’t help but be pulled in by him, “All of them.” He laughed easily, “Well, every tat Sokka asks for is easily the worst thing I’ve ever done.” A “HEY!” rang out from down the hall.
She looked around the room, at the decor, then at him and asked, “Do you think a lotus tattoo is offensive? You seem more spiritual than I am.” His brows pulled together, “I wouldn’t tattoo something I thought was offensive. I know some people think it’s crude, but you’re not doing it just because you’re into yoga this week. You’re doing it because it reminds you of who you are and your friends. I think that’s really sweet.”
Azula actually outright laughed, “No one’s called me sweet before.” He looked up at her, “Bullshit. Your friend, the peppy one, I’m sure she has.” Azula smiled at the description, “Nope. Never.” He shrugged and focused as he used the gun to spread white ink, “Well, I think you are. I mean you’re spending Valentine’s day with your friends. Seems pretty sweet to me.”
She rolled her eyes, “I was forced here.” “Oh really? ‘Cause we talked about this tattoo like a week ago. What would you be doing today if you hadn’t been forced here?” She looked down, “Probably watching cheesy movies with Mai and Ty Lee.” “See! You are sweet! Spending Valentine’s day with your friends.”
She sighed in fake annoyance. She really couldn’t be too annoyed when he was giving her a bright lopsided grin. He wiped down her arm for the last time and said, “Go have a look.” She slid out of the chair and when she saw the design in the mirror, she had never seen anything so beautiful, and it was a part of her now.
The flower looked so real, so delicate. The blue, white and yellow hues all blended seamlessly. He did beadwork that hung down from each petal and connected them. He had recommended it during Azula’s consult and she was enthralled by it. He stood behind her in the mirror, “I think a blue lotus suits you.” She was still staring in awe of it, “It means perfection of wisdom.” He added, “Lotus flowers symbolize a lot of things to different cultures. I like the idea that they symbolize the human condition. We can be planted in the dirtiest waters, but still grow to be beautiful. That we can grow past a difficult beginning and make a beautiful life.”
She normally would have made a snide comment, but she was thrown off as she saw the genuine look of interest on his face. Instead she softly replied, “I’ll remember that.”
He blushed and said, “Let’s get you bandaged up.” Azula realized she would miss how delicately he touched her. How good he smelled. This was silly, she had only known him a  few hours.  
He talked her through the aftercare and she took diligent mental notes. He easily slid back in his chair and scribbled on a post it, “Here’s my number, in case you have any questions or need anything. You can always come by so I can see how you’re doing. I’d be happy to take you to lunch sometime.”
The small paper felt heavy in her hands, but she nodded and slipped it in her pocket, “That would be great.”
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Aang watched the group of girls leave the shop. As the door shut behind them, he heard the girl in pink shriek at Azula, “HE GAVE YOU WHAT?”
Toph rolled her eyes as she closed out the register, “You’ve got it bad, don’t you Twinkle Toes?”
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Dating a tattoo artist
Imagine: being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it
This was a fun idea I had. I hope you like it. Enjoy ❤️
Victor Creed
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-he is here for it
-since his loooooonnnnggg life is well long he loves to tells stories of tattoo artists he met Japan, Brazil, New York, New Zeland...
-and you can bet that he will have the most elaborate tattoo you can think of since he said so
'You want a tattoo? From me?'
'Yes, I trust you.'
'That's the problem, Vic, you could end up with a dolphin tattoo on your arm.'
'.... Well... I still trust you?'
-after that, he was a little bug just to be on your good side which you took full advantage of
Being on top, commanding him? Sure
Handing you the remote even though it's next to you? Of course
Helping you choose an outfit even though you are indecisive and he has a short fuse? Hell yeah.
-when the day came you tattooed him a small quote that described him
"Tough times never last but tough people do"
(Robert H. Shuller)
'I love it. Thank you kitten.'
Loki Laufeyson
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-Since he was in the cell for most of his life (in my universe that's the worst thing happening for him, he didn't die nor his mother) he doesn't know what a tattoo artist is he thinks that's an alternative art form he is supportive
-after you talk to him describing the definition of tattoos and the art behind it he is very much perplexed
'So mortals pay you to pierce their skin with black ink to paint...something????'
'Tattoo something on their skin and yes.'
'With pain in mind?????'
'Yes, and it looks awesome.'
-when he heard the story of your tattoo shop he decided to tag along to see the magic
-he saw how men and women tattooed others while they squirmed in their seats he chuckled at the sight of it
'Darling you could have told me.'
'What?'
'You torture people with the needle machines and coax them into paying you. Brilliant.'
'Suree~~~~'
-he stayed with you to help you with the pain giving without a medical license
'I'm a God. I'm above it.'
'No one is above the Inspection.'
Thor Odinson
-since his depression and weight gain he is very much informed of the world of MTV tattoo show "How far is tattoo far?"
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-so he very much thinks that tattoos are a stamp of disgrace
-and keeping that in mind he is frazzled why are you doing a job like that
'You are a shame barer?'
'Shame-what...? Thor! I'm not. The show is a disgrace to the tattoo world.'
'Shame~~barer~~~'
'Just come with me and spend one day and see it for yourself.'
-Thor is reluctant much to his words but still, you sat him down in the waiting lobby he chats up the customers a.k.a big muscular dudes that are already tattooed from the neck down
'So... what is your shame? What horrible deed have you done to come here?'
'Excuse me!?'
'You must be here to condemn your shame by immortalizing it with a flesh sticker.'
-at this point, the muscle dude stood up ready to attack Thor but you intervene quickly
'Marc, stop!'
-the man turned around hiding his tight fist behind his back
'Y/n, already done? That's fast.'
'Marc, you know that you were released 7 months ago and you are still on parole. Come on. Stop it.'
'He insulted me and-and my tattoos. Your tattoos. You know how am about your work.'
-Thor hears that as stands up grabbing Marc's arm examining the tattoos in amazement
'My darling, I want that felsh sticker as he has.'
'.......... Sure........ Wait here. Let's go, Marc. I need to vent.'
Steve Rogers
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-Steve knows what tattoos are since he has seen the stick and poke of his fellow soldiers but never a photorealistic tattoo in your portfolio
-he is very much intrigued how you made that look like a real person on someone's skin knowing very well there is no eraser
-loves to ask how do you achieve such colors that simply jump out or how you make a fabric that of a shirt or some patterns, he is armed with questions
-and since he is an art wizard himself he loves to have a painting duel with you, you paint on his skin with watercolors and he paints on the canvas
-that's one of his favorite moments
'What did you draw?'
'A dolphin kissing a penguin.'
'What?!'
'Just kidding I painted the building in Brooklyn where you lived.'
'Did I tell you how much I love you?'
Bucky Barnes
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-this man thrives to see you fulfill your dream and passion
-especially when he picks you up, he parks the car exiting it and walking in seeing you talk to your employees and customers exchanging stories and laughs even though in the near distance is the buzzing sounds of the machine guns
-you see him and grab his hand giving him a peck on his lips as a cheeky grin is stuck on his face
-as you talk about your day he always asks the question
'Were there any wusses?'
-alluding to men who cried out form the stinging pain, eventually tapping out to take a break
'Yes, a big dude Marc. Ordered a neck tattoo with details. Tapped out in 15 minutes.'
'I knew it!'
-he enjoys in the hilarious stories you can make up... I mean tell
Bruce Wayne
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-you already know the drill he has money he will give it to you but politely delined
-he tried to help with purest of heart but still, the answer was no
-he loved to see your shop filled with many customers as he walked incognito, sunglasses and a cap saying he wasn't a private appointment with the head tattooer
-Let's just say you were pretty much in tears of laughter as he reveled his face
'At least you tried, Bruce.'
-he loves to talk about tattoos and the process of healing if it's on top of a scar
-you are hooked on the conversation and even make him some sketches
'A huge dragon on your back with black and gold lining.'
'Okay but how about initials of my parents?'
'That sounds... Better much much better.'
-so the day of his tattooing comes you tattoo in his inner arm putting the letter T. & M. W.
'Thank you Princess.'
Clark Kent
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-Clark loves to see the vast tattoos so much that he wants one but he knows that his body will "absorb" the tattoo too fast making it disappear in a few months maybe weeks
-but still, he loves to see how your gaze is sharp focused on the tattooing even when HE walks that is how much you are focused
'Alrighty, Marc you are done.'
'Thanks, Y/n, you are the best.'
-Clark also loves to hear the influx of comments of your artistry even if he's a little jealous
-he loves to see just how much you are happier to follow this insane passion
'You are an inspiration Y/n.'
'Why?'
'Because... You just are.'
Arthur Curry
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-you already know that Fishman is tatted to perfection and he is here for a tattoo lover as well
-if you ever have someone asking for a Maori style tattoo Arthur will be a fair judge, that's what he says
Case#1
'Why do you want a Maori tattoo?'
'Um, sir beca-'
'It's Mr. Aquaman. Continue.'
'Oh, sorry. Mr. Aquaman, I want it because I find them cool.'
'Just cool? Do you think that the abundant culture of Maori people is cool? Go home boy.
Case #2
'You want a Ta Moko? Do you what that is?'
'Sur-sure, it's a tattoo of the Maori people.'
'Ufff... Do you know how much of a meaning Ta Moko carries? Why don't you go to the Yakuzas and get a tebori.'
'They would kill me.'
'Of course, and I'll whoop your uncultured ass with my two hands.'
-you turned to the now pale boy
'Run.'
-the man ran like the wind as the Aquaman caught him easily giving him a cultural lesson of Ta Moko
Orm Marius
-he kinda has a small soft spot for tattoos especially those with a loving meaning lover, family...
-and he likes to "inform himself" about it so he asks a ton of questions even asking what kind of tattoo would suit him
'I think a small red tattoo would suit your taste.'
'I like the tattoos who can hold audios.'
-with that sentence, he left you frazzled as you google and got the special ink kit gifting it to Orm as a present for being a nice guy and not killing anyone
-he immediately records his audio in secrecy and handing you the ink
-after you tattoo the ink you hand him your phone with the app to scan the audio
'Hey, Orm. I'm just reminding you that I love you. So much. It's Y/n if you forget... Somehow.'
-later that day you doused him with kisses
Joker
-that man oozes with tattoos *cough*damaged*cough*
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-and you can bet that he wants more of them he brings into your home the whole tattoo parlor just so he can have a private session with sex mixed in
-you gladly tattoo him patching up some of his tattoos he has outgrown them
'Why did you tattoo Kick Me on your back?'
'I won a bet.'
'Are you sure you won?'
'For sake of this question I did.'
-you cover the kick me tattoo with a large red dragon with green eyes
-he stands up looking at the tattoo in the mirror
'Sweets, you just got a huge tip.'
Duncan Vizla
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-for him, tattoo nowadays are dumb in his time tattoos were means of solidarity with people who are bounded by the same ink and gun
-but keeps his mouth shut about it not to offend your dream even if it's tattooing dancing hotdogs
-he loves to pass your parlor when he finishes grocery shopping just to see you in action
-he loves to arrive at the parlor if you are doing a night shift just to keep you safe and in good company
-he loves to bring you lunch and watch you eat it with such content and happiness
-it melts his heart and just wants to make you more food
-but as he is present for the good he is here for the bad
-if he is somewhere anywhere you just need to call him and he is there in a minute be it a drunken person not wanting to exit or an aggressive man trying to grope someone in the shop
-he is ready to kill them if you say so
'You okay sweetheart?'
'Um-yeah...Thank you Donut.'
'Nonsense. That's my duty.'
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