#thankfully I don’t play the game anymore so I won’t have to deal with that shit over comms
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Golden God: Chapter 28
Chapter 27
Series Masterlist
Characters: Cowboy!Angel x black!reader
Summary: Angel find reader’s work husband to become more of a nuisance than he would like.
Warnings: Smut of course! Car crash, minor injuries, and some good ole jealously. Oh and the W/C is about 6k+, sorry about that 😬
A/N: Remember I’m not doing anymore taglists so just be on the lookout for fics. And if you want more of my works go check out my masterlist!
😬Gif credit: @pedropcl
From the texts you were getting from Angel, you could see that he was not having the best day at work. His answers were short, they lacked emojis, and scariest of all he wasn’t flirting with you. Good thing, you had planned to bring him lunch today.
Grabbing lunch and a dessert for his assistant (who truly deserves it because she deals with grumpy Angel all the time), you headed out of your office. “Alex, you’re in control. Do not burn down the office.”
“You sure you don’t want me in control?” Zane, your assistant playfully sneered.
“Zane, you’re just as likely to burn this place down too. Remember whose idea it was to have a nerf gun battle in the office?” You arched an eyebrow at him while you had a crooked smile.
Zane held his hands up in surrender. “In my defense, I was still hungover from the night before and Miss. Ma’am, don’t act like you didn’t join the fun.”
“Yeah,” Alex saddled up next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “I think you were madder that we started the game without you than us actually playing.”
Using your hand, you covered your face because that was absolutely true. By the time you got back to the office half of everyone was already out, so you could only take out a few people because there was a meeting right after. You’ve never felt so betrayed in your life before. That’s why you got them with a water balloon fight in the park and was the champion of that.
“Whatever.” You mushed Alex’s face. “I’m going to drop off lunch to Angel. I’ll be back in no time.”
“Damn, I didn’t think Reyes was a minute man.” Alex couldn’t stand the attention Angel was getting from you. Yes, the two of you were a couple, but Angel was greatly undeserving of you.
Zane was picking up what Alex was putting down and he didn’t like it one bit. If Alex wasn’t so self-absorbed, he would be able to see like everyone else that Angel made you happy, like extremely happy. One mention of the man and you’re beaming like the sun. “Nah, don’t do Angel like that. You know she’s gonna come back in all wobbly legged and shit. Probably won’t even remember she has a meeting right after.”
“Oh shit, I do have that. Zane, please-,”
“Text you 20 minutes before it starts. I got you, boss lady. Enjoy lunch with your man.” He pushed you into the elevator.
Once the elevator doors closed, Zane gave Alex the ugliest of looks. “Why you gotta be like that?”
“Like what?” Alex shrugged and walked back to his desk.
“Ugly. Always talking down on the one man that has YN’s heart.” Zane followed Alex into his office.
Alex buried his face in paperwork. “It’s a phase, just like Paul was.”
“It’s not. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you can move on.” Zane left with that wise word before Alex could say anything else.
Thankfully, Angel’s office was just a five minute walk from yours. You were smart to choose this building because you and Angel were constantly going back and forth to each other’s offices.
In the elevator, you were in there with a girl who was visibly upset about something. “Are you going to see that Reyes asshole?” She fixed herself up.
You bit back a laugh. This was why Angel was upset. Another woman was throwing herself at him during work. That was Angel’s pet peeve. He always comes home complaining about how unprofessional these women are that flirt with him with no shame.
By the looks of it, this was the worst kind of flirt. Subtlety wasn’t in her vocabulary. Her buttons were undone to the point that all you saw was cleavage and her skirt was more appropriate for the club than the office. You took into account that she had a curvier body, but the way she was dressed you could tell business was the last thing on her mind.
“Um, actually I am. Should I be worried?” You played along. This was your chance to finally interact with one of these women. Usually, Haley, Angel’s assistant got rid of them before you could have a chance to ruin them.
“You’re pretty, so maybe you’ll fare better than me. But the guy denied all of this.” The woman basically did the Vanna White motion on her own body and pouted. “Like he should be lucky that I offered myself to him. Not everyone is lucky to get a taste of this. I bet his girlfriend isn’t even all that.”
That was doubtful, you thought to yourself. “You’re a total catch! The man has to be blind.”
“I know!” She stomped her foot. “And that assistant of his is a terror. I should file a lawsuit!”
Haley really deserves a raise. You’ll talk to Angel about it.
“Where’s my manners? I’m Kylie and you are?” she held her hand to shake yours and for you to introduce yourself.
“YN,” she shook the woman’s hand. “Angel Reyes’ girlfriend.”
All the color drained out of her face. Lucky for her the elevator brought you to the floor you needed to be on. “Have a nice day.” You blew her a kiss at her shocked face and laughed at the immense embarrassment she was no doubt experiencing right now.
When you stepped onto the floor, you saw Haley laughing with some coworkers. She was undoubtedly laughing at the bimbo she just kicked out.
Running up behind your favorite woman, you hugged her and dangled the chocolate croissant in front of her face. “Marry me?”
Haley snatched the croissant, turned around and hugged you back. “I think your boyfriend would have a problem with that.”
“Girl, fuck him. You got these bitches scared unlike him.”
Haley threw her head back and filled the whole office with her laugh. “You met Kylie?” She shook her boobs and did her best valley girl imitation.
“Man, you’re a godsend, because a minute in the elevator with her and I was ready to deck her ass.”
“Anything for you,” she blew you a kiss. “I’m sure if Angel could, he would’ve.” Haley looked into your bag because she could smell your delicious cooking. “Thank God you’re here and with food! He’s been unbearable this whole morning before the bimbo came in.”
“Let go put you out of your misery and feed the monster.” You unbuttoned your shirt and winked at Haley. “Wish me luck.”
“You don’t need it hot stuff.” Haley laughed.
Angel was buried in paperwork’s, thankful for Haley’s presence. He heard the door open. “Haley that better be you.” Angel grumbled.
“Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Reyes.” You gave him your best breathy, femme fatale voice, leaning against the doorway to show off your shapely silhouette.
Angel looked up and a smile immediately appeared on his face. “Mi flor, thank God. Have you come to save me from bimbos?” He stood up and made his way over to you, giving you a kiss. Looking down at your breast, he bit his bottom lip and locked the door behind you. “What a pleasant surprise.”
“No,” you pushed him away. “You need to eat Golden God. You’re driving Haley crazy. You need to give her a raise.”
“I’m already on it. Now let me eat my pussy.” He kissed you.
“Real food,” you turned your face and that’s when Angel smelled it. You smelled like a man, and it wasn’t him.
He took another sniff. “You get a new perfume?”
“No. Why?” You sniffed yourself and you didn’t smell strange.
“Why do you smell like a guy?” Angel’s brows furrowed. He led you to the table he has in his office, taking the food you had brought.
“Oh, must be my work husband. I wore his jacket today.” Sniffing yourself again, you picked up Alex’s scent. “Yeah, definitely my work husband. I wore his jacket today.”
“Excuse me. Work husband?” Angel’s eyes bugged out, making sure he heard you right.
“Work husband. You know how Haley is your work wife.” You set up lunch on the table.
“Who is it?” Please be Zane, please be Zane, please be Zane, Angel pleaded in his head.
You looked up at Angel incredulously since he wasn’t sitting down to eat. “Alex duh. Who else? Come eat.”
Angel shook his head. “I’m good, I’m not hungry. Eat though.” Angel despised Alex. The fact he was your work husband irritated him. Haley? Purely platonic. Alex? Platonic on your end, more romantic on his end.
Maybe you should’ve put on perfume before you left. You weren’t thinking about that when you left. All you wanted to do was see your man. “Babe you’ve been grumpy all day. Eat please.”
“I haven’t, Haley is overreacting. I’m not hungry.” Angel sat down and buried himself with his work again.
“Daddy,” you crawled on the floor and onto his lap. “Eat for me please.” You scooped up some food and held it to his mouth. Angel sighed. He opened his mouth and you put the spoon in. “Alright there, I ate.” He squeezed your hips.
“More,” you kissed along his neck as you held the spoon. Angel complied to your request. He finished his meal, and he fed you some as well so you two could eat. “I don’t like that you smell like him, you don’t have a jacket?”
Finally, you were appeased, and you calmed the beast down some. “I forgot it in my car. I didn’t think it would be a big deal.” You massaged his shoulders.
“You smell like another man baby. You shouldn’t smell like anyone but me.” Angel was going to leave one of his jackets, no, two of his jackets at your job. He never wants to smell Alex on you again.
“Okay daddy.” You rolled your hips against his and began making out until Angel’s hands were getting a little wild. “I gotta go,” you pulled away when you felt your phone buzz. Checking it, you saw that it was Zane.
He pulled you back down. “Naw, you can’t start something and not finish it mi flor.”
“You should’ve eaten when I said so.” You got up despite Angel’s attempts. “I have a meeting.” You showed him the text from Zane.
“Time to close your legs boss lady.”
Angel threw his head back with tears in his eyes. “I like him. He should be your work husband.” Angel trusted Zane and also, he was gay, so no competition there.
Before leaving you stopped at the door. “You know you look really good in a suit. Well fuck you look good in anything.”
“You look good anything too mi flor, I prefer you in your birthday suit though.” He smirked.
You threw an empty water bottle at Angel. “Disgusting! Anyway, can I come over tonight?”
“You don’t have to ask you know.” Angel smirked. “I’ll see you later mi reina.”
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A couple of days later and it was Angel’s turn to visit you at work. He brought lunch but when he saw you, he almost dropped it at the sight. You were perched on Alex’s desk while he fed you some food and held his other hand under your chin.
“What the fuck is this?” Angel questioned. His eyes were locked on Alex’s hand as it wiped some of the juices off your face.
“Hey babe!” Jumping off Alex’s desk, you met Angel halfway. “Calm down,” you whispered in his ear.
“Calm down? Are you fucking serious? He has his fingers near your mouth and feeding you? If you saw that you’d throw a fit.” Angel hissed.
You were not about to have a fight in front of your employees. You took his hand and led Angel to your office.
Alex leaned back and watched with a smirk. “Hey Angel.” He waved at Angel as he walked by.
Angel was about to take the bait, but you pulled him away. The nerve of this man. Angel was beyond fucking annoyed. Work husbands didn’t do that. That was too fucking comfortable. Angel walked in your office as you closed the door. He turned to face you and tried his best to keep his voice even. “He’s too fucking comfortable.”
“He’s just teasing you, but I’ll talk to him.” You wrapped your arms around his middle and kissed his chest. “How’s work?”
“It’s fine. I brought you food, but I guess you don’t need it.” He placed the bag on your desk.
“Don’t start that shit, Angel.” He loved to be passive aggressive, and you couldn’t stand it.
Angel shook his head and scoffed. “I’m starting shit? This motherfucker obviously thinks it’s okay to act the way he does around you. Again, if I did the same shit with Haley, you would be throwing fucking hands. But I’m crazy to think he wants more.”
A part of you understood what Angel meant. At times, you and Alex would get confused as a couple, so you knew you couldn’t do the same things as before. But they were always platonic. “I like Hayley you don’t like Alex so everything he does is gonna irritate you. I love you babe there’s no one who’s gonna replace you.”
Angel wished you would open your eyes, but how could he fight years of a relationship. There was things Alex knew about you that Angel didn’t. How could he compete with that? But then he remembered he was the one you came home to. “I love you too, but you need to talk to him for real. He can’t think shit like that is cool.”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him. “I will.” You turned away and went to your desk. “What did you bring me Daddy?”
“Your favorite dish from that Italian restaurant down the street.” He kissed you. “Go eat, I’m gonna head back so I can finish early.”
“No,” you pulled his hand. “Eat with me. Or at least stay like five more minutes.”
“Alright.” He followed after you. As soon as Angel sat down, you were in his lap, rolling your hips. You reached down and pulled his cock out and moved your panties to the side. “I’ll make it quick for you daddy,” you gasped as you sunk down on his cock. Angel threw his head back and lifted your skirt to see you sink down on his cock. “Such a beautiful sight, mi flor.” He licked his thumb and brushed against your clit. “You wanted daddy’s dick?”
Cupping his beautifully crafted face, you nibbled on Angel’s lips. “I always want daddy’s dick.” Angel stilled your hips and thrusted up into you. He intended for Alex to hear exactly who you belong to.
“Yeah baby? Who does this pussy belong to?” He held your arms against your back with one of his arms as he thrust up into you relentlessly, making you feel helpless as you took the assault.
“Angel!” You screamed at the top of your lungs but that earned you a smack on the ass. “Daddy, I’m so sorry. Fuck,” resting your forehead on Angel’s shoulder, you thought how you got yourself in this situation. This was supposed to be you pleasing your man but now you’re just a blubbering mess. Your employees will definitely know Angel’s up in here doing some reconstruction. “This your pussy, daddy.”
“What was that?” He pretended to not hear you. Pulling your hair so your head was tilted, he marked up your neck as he continued to thrust up into you. Angel needed to let out some stress especially with the way Alex was being.
“Damn it, you heard me, daddy! Stop playing.” You swiveled your hips some. Angel slapped your face, not harshly, but fuck did it turn you on. “You talking back to me? Is my little slut talking back to daddy?”
“I’m sorry, daddy,” you whimpered.
Angel smiled and then spat in your mouth. “Better be sorry. Now make daddy cum.” Angel stood the both of you up and sat you down on top of your desk and powered drive into you. Words were not a thing for you. All there was were mangled screams.
“You got nothing to say, princesa?” He wrapped his hand around your throat. “Look at you, taking daddy in like the good little girl I know you can be. You gonna make daddy cum?”
“Yes daddy. Can you cum in my mouth? I want it for dessert.” Licking your lips, you gave Angel the hungry eyes.
“Nah, I’m cumming in my pussy.” Angel’s eyes closed at the sensation. He rubbed your clit, quickening his pace. You came with a scream, and he followed right after, filling you up. “Look at my good girl,” he slipped out of you and watch as his cum seeped out. He pushed it back in, moving your underwear back in place and kissing your clothed core.
“Fucking demon,” you chuckled as you pushed him away.
You walked into your bathroom to fix yourself up. Angel followed you into the restroom and kissed on your neck leaving a mark. “I gotta go, mi flor.”
You didn’t want him to leave but you walked him to your door. “See you later?”
“Yeah.” Then he grabbed both sides of your neck to tilt your head back and kiss you right in front of everyone, but the show was for Alex. “Love you.”
“See you later, dawg.” Angel tapped Alex’s desk as he walked by with a smirk.
Alex rolled his eyes. “See ya later man.” He couldn’t stand Angel. This life he had you living wasn’t you. Yeah, sure you’re a southern girl but you to be the girlfriend of a cowboy and move to some small ass town was so out of character for you.
When Angel finally disappeared behind the elevators you snapped back to reality. “Oh, Alex can I see you in my office?”
Alex pushed off his desk and strolled towards you. He made sure to subtly flex his muscles. He knew of your love for arms. “What’s up?” He closed your door but made no effort to move. He didn’t know where you and Angel fucked.
“The chair is fine,” you chuckled. “We didn’t mess around there.”
Alex let out a sigh of relief and sat down. ‘So, what’s up? Angel ain’t hitting it right?” Alex tilted his head and licked his lips, giving you a perfect view of his beautiful teeth.
“See that,” you leaned back on your desk, crossing your ankles and pointed at him. “You can’t keep doing that.”
“Doing what?” Alex furrowed his brows and leaned on his knees.
Sighing, you rubbed your forehead. This was a conversation that you really didn’t want to have but you promised Angel you would and besides you knew you needed to. Even you noticed Alex was getting too comfortable. “The bad talking Angel. He’s my boyfriend and hopefully one day my husband.”
“Your husband? Come one YNN, this ain’t you. I get it you’re in love, but this life. Santo Padre? This dead fucking town? It’s not you. What sacrifices did he make for this relationship? I know you miss your family. What about those monthly brunches?”
You did miss all of that, but you also loved the family you made here. “Yeah, I do, but I have a family here as well. I’m happy. Also,” you scratched the back of your neck. The next part you really didn’t want to get into it. “Um, Angel seems to think that you, uh, that you want us to be more than friends. I mean I know we used to mess around, but that was practical, nothing because of feelings, right?”
Yes, it was because of feelings, Alex wanted to say. When you proposed to him that the two of you sleep together when you were both single, he thought he finally hit the jackpot. He was a sex god, so he thought it would be easy for you to see him as relationship material. Unfortunately, you only had sex with him until you met the next guy. After Paul, Alex thought he had a real chance. You were with him all the time, opening up to him more, and then bam you were gone and the next time he saw you, you were in love with some cowboy. “Naw,” he shook his head. “That has nothing to do with it. Remember that was just convenience. I just don’t want you to regret this later. You’re giving up a lot and he’s not.”
Reaching out, you held Alex’s hand. “I love you, Alex. You’re my best friend and you have a special place in my heart. Thank you for looking out for me but trust me these are worthy sacrifices. Angel is my future, so with that being said we got to cool it. It’s not respectful to Angel nor our relationship.”
“Someone sounds insecure.” Alex sang.
Taking your blazer, you whipped it at Alex’s sore thighs. “Stop that!”
“Ouch!” He almost jumped out his seat. “Low blow! And that was just a joke. I got you. Is it okay if I hug you?”
You rolled your eyes and opened your arms. “Of course, it is, nothing can stop our hugs.”
“Hey,” Alex stopped by the door. “Angel really doesn’t know that we used to fool around?”
“No, I probably should tell him.” That was another conversation you did not want to have. Angel already disliked Alex, but if you told him that then he would hate him and probably wouldn’t want you around him anymore.
This was the perfect opportunity. Alex knew you valued his opinion on men. He was going to use this as a way to cause a rift between you and Angel. Then you would come running towards him, the only man that was made for you. “Nah, keep it to yourself. You know how he overreacts.”
“You sure?” Your gut was telling you to say something, but Alex was the guy and he understood men way better than you did.
“I’m absolutely sure. He doesn’t need that in his head.”
Nodding to yourself, you sat down. “You’re right. I’ll keep it a secret. Thanks, Alex. You’re the best.”
“No problem, babe. No problem at all.” Alex left your office with the biggest smirk.
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To keep everything cool, you cut down your quality time with Alex. You needed to assure Angel that he was the number one man in your life. But tonight, Alex asked you out for drinks and you went.
“Oh shit.” You stumbled a bit as you started walking towards the car.
“Nope.” Alex steadied you and took your keys. “You’re riding with me.” It took everything in Alex to stay a gentleman. You had a maxi skirt on with a high slit exposing your thigh, almost exposing your core.
You didn’t fight Alex on it. Those drinks got to you more than you thought it would.
Alex led you inside his car and buckled you in. “Dude, why are you still single?” You poked his cheek when he leaned across to buckle you in.
Heat bloomed at the spot you poked. That’s how it was whenever you touched him. “Waiting for the right girl.” Alex playfully bit the finger you poked him with.
“Nah, if you weren’t such a fuckboy you would have found a girl. Look here in Santo Padre.” You waved your hands around, gesturing towards the town. There were so many great women here he could be with.
I already found her. I just wished she would notice me. Only if Alex could form those words, but he couldn’t. For some reason, you were still stuck on Angel Reyes. He had his hooks in you and it seemed he wouldn’t be letting up anytime soon.
“I’m gonna set you up. I would say the ranch hand, but EZ is in love with her so, I gotta find someone else.” You started going through your mental rolodex to see what girl would be a good fit for Alex.
Alex side-eyed you as he peeled out the lot. “No thank you. I can find my own. I don’t need your help.”
“Obviously you do, or you wouldn’t be single.” You sung as you looked out the window. Everything was passing by in a blur. “Maybe you should slow down.”
Now you were the traffic police? Did Reyes make you a lame too? Before this you would be telling him to go faster, not to slow down. “My speed was never a problem before.”
“I know, but I got a bad feeling and Angel never drives this fast with me. Well at least with me in the car.”
“Huh? What was that?” Alex sped up revving up his engine to drown out your voice.
It was a horrible decision to do so though. His anger and need to ignore you, made him miss the warning about the other car that ran the red light.
Suddenly, your world was flipped upside down. Blood trickled down your face like a running stream, your body ached like you went through twelve rounds with Mike Tyson.
Even though Alex was ejected out of the car, he had few scrapes. He was sorer than anything else. His concern wasn’t even on himself. It was on you. The car was starting to catch fire. “YN!” He ran towards you, ignoring his aching bones.
Alex caught you in time. Just as he got a few feet away the car exploded. “YN! Stay with me!” He held you until the paramedics had to pry you from him.
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When EZ called Angel, his heart dropped. You ending up in the hospital was his worst nightmare. Flashbacks of the aftermath of Potter’s attack flooded him. But then EZ had to tell him what happen and some of his worry turned into anger.
EZ was driving back home when he saw the whole thing. Yeah, it was the other driver’s fault for running a red light, but if Alex wasn’t driving as fast then the accident wouldn’t have been as bad. He debated on telling Angel the truth, but he knew Angel would learn about it eventually.
As soon as Angel got to the hospital, he was set on knocking Alex’s bitch ass out. He should’ve been more careful with you in the car.
“Can I see her?” Angel was frantic as he saw his little brother in the waiting room.
“Nah, the doctors are still with her. From the way they spoke to me, it sounded like it’s not that serious. There’s no need for you to worry.”
That calmed some of Angel’s nerves, but he needed to see with his own eyes that you were okay. “Then where’s that little bitch at?” By the time he would be through with Alex, the doctors should be done with you, and he’ll be able to see you.
EZ caught the look in Angel’s eyes. This hospital would be a bloodbath if he didn’t stop him. “Hey, just stay here in the waiting room with me.”
EZ may have been the baseball star, but Angel was the football star, and he had more experience juking people. “Fuck that! I’m getting Alex’s bitch ass and that drunk ass driver.” Angel spun around EZ and stormed down the hallway.
Thankfully, EZ had called for backup. He knew his brother’s reaction would be a violent one.
Coco and Gilly along with Franky were unwillingly protecting the assholes. EZ made them think of protecting Angel from attempted murder charges to get them to do it.
“Yo, get the fuck out of my way.” They were mostly in front of Alex’s room since he wasn’t hurt like the other guy.
“I can’t let you do that Angel.” Franky stood with had his hands on his belt, feet spread apart, and shoulders wide, trying his best to radiate power and authority.
Alex stood a couple of feet from the doorway. He was genuinely sorry, but he made no effort to stand closer to Angel. The state that Angel was in, and his own injuries left him in a disadvantage, which would lead to Angel beating his ass. “Look man, I’m sorry, but it’s not all on me.”
“Why the fuck were you driving so fast with her in the car?!” Angel didn’t give a fuck about the blame game. He wanted to know why Alex would put you in such dangerous situation.
“It’s never been a problem before. It was something we used to do all the time.” Even when he was in the wrong, Alex had to let it be known that he knew you longer than Angel did.
There was a shift in energy. From this exact moment, Angel knew he would never like Alex. Nothing could change that. You were here in the hospital hurt and he had to throw in who knew you longer card.
“Man, I don’t give a fuck about what y’all used to do!” Angel knocked over one of the carts in frustration. “That shit is over and done with!”
The finality of Angel’s words made Alex snap. Who the fuck did he think he was? “Man, trust you won’t be here long. At the end of the day, I’ve been there for her from the beginning. And if I’m remembering correctly, if you weren’t such an insecure little boy then that asshole wouldn’t have gotten to her, and your baby would still be alive.”
Time froze once those words came out of Alex’s mouth. At least they were already in the hospital and the police were there because a heinous murder was about to happen if EZ couldn’t get his brother under control.
“What the fuck you just say to me?” Angel stepped a little closer even with EZ in the middle.
“Please take the chance. Please take the chance. Please take the chance.” EZ whispered to himself. He knew Angel heard Alex correctly. Angel was just giving Alex an opportunity to change his statement before he went on the attack.
At this point Alex didn’t care. He was tired of Angel acting all high and mighty like he didn’t put your life in danger. “Nah, you heard me. If you were secure in yourself then your baby would be alive.”
All bets were off. He could take the assault charge and it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be able to make bail.
It took Coco, Franky, and EZ to hold back Angel while Gilly held back Alex. A bunch of fuck you’s and just wait til I see you in the streets were exchanged between the two men.
You were in your room, hearing the whole thing go down. These two were stressing you the fuck out. “Hey doc, can you bring Angel in here? I know you’re not done with your exam, but if he’s not in here, he’ll tear down your hospital.”
“I’ll send the nurse.” Dr. Wilson agreed. The last time you were here Angel almost tore it down and there was no one there antagonizing him this time. “Nurse Phillips, can you get Mr. Reyes. And take security with you just in case.”
Anxiously you sat there waiting, while Dr. Wilson did her examination. Just as she finished Angel walked in, complete ignoring the doctor and laser focused on you. “Baby, are you okay?” He cupped your face, his eyes roaming the cuts on them.
“I’m good. I’m just a little banged up.” Kissing the palm of his hand, you hoped to calm him down some.
That was your answer to everything, so he asked the doctor about your injuries. She informed him that you had a concussion, bruised ribs, and minor cuts and scrapes. “A month to a month and a half and she’ll be good. Just no strenuous activity til then.” She smirked at both of you before walking out. “And oh, Angel, thank you for not damaging my hospital.”
“Nic, I kinda kicked over a cart.”
“That’s fine I’ll take it.” Things could’ve turned out a whole lot bloodier, so she can take a knocked over cart any day when it’s concerning a pissed off Angel.
To fuss at him or to not? He had a good reason to be pissed, but that didn’t mean he had to cause a scene with your best friend in the hospital. But also, no doubt, Alex said some slick ass shit to Angel. His mouth always got him in trouble.
“You know I could hear you all the way in here. What happened?”
Angel could hear the disappointment in your voice, but this wasn’t the time nor the place to address the issue. “I really don’t feel like talking about it.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.
Reaching out to him, you grabbed his hand and kissed it. “I’m not gonna argue. Actually, I get how you feel.”
“What?!” That took Angel by surprise. He thought you would try to make up some excuse for Alex. Maybe you were finally seeing Alex for the snake he is.
“Yeah, I’m in the hospital again because of something that could’ve been life-threatening. And I know Alex. He probably said some slick shit and he’s incapable of taking responsibility. That’s why he’s the king of toxic.” Alex was your best friend and you usually defended him, but you weren’t completely oblivious to his flaws.
Angel contemplated on telling you what Alex said about that baby, but he couldn’t hurt your feelings like that. At the end of the day, Alex was your best friend, no matter how much he hated him. “Yeah, he couldn’t own up to it. That’s what pissed me off the most even if it really was the other guy’s fault, Alex should’ve never been driving that fast with you in the car.”
“Usually, I don’t mind, but tonight I had a bad feeling, but he blew me off.”
Alex was done for. Angel was going to rearrange his face.
“Angel no!” For someone with such a heavenly name he does some hellish things. “I will talk to him. Alone!”
Angel smacked his teeth but agreed. Plus, too many people saw him attempt to attack Alex. He would be suspect number one. “Fine. I’ll take you to his room.” He was able to get a wheelchair for you despite the fact you wanted to walk.
All Alex saw at first was Angel coming into his room, so he was gearing up for a fight but then he saw you. “YN!” He crumbled to his knees and rested his head in your lap.
There was a low animalistic growl emanating from Angel, so you lightly pushed him out. It was only Alex’s head in your lap. It wasn’t like he was laying on top of you. “GO!” You mouthed to Angel.
“Tell him to get up.” He mouthed back to you as he left the room by walking backwards. He wanted his eyes on Alex.
Lifting Alex’s head, you got it out of your lap, and you were able to look at him in his eyes. Your heart broke a bit at the tears in his eyes. “Hey, I’m okay King Toxic.”
“But you could’ve been worst. That dumbass should’ve watched what he was doing.”
And there it was. He didn’t believe he played a part in this. “Yeah, he should’ve but maybe you should’ve driven a bit slower. Even if you were over 10 of the speed limit, you would’ve been able to avoid it.”
What the hell was this? Usually, you would agree with him, not point the finger at him. “Yeah, but I wasn’t the one who blew the red light.” He backed away and got defensive.
“I know that Alex, but it still doesn’t dismiss you for driving so fast. I even told you to slow down.”
“Really?! That fucker got to you huh? What happened to my old YN?” This felt worse than any breakup he went through. He was really losing his best friend to some lowlife cowboy.
Angel was about to come in there and put Alex in his place, because he must have forgotten where he was with the way he was talking to you. Yeah, he insulted him, but the way Alex was talking to you was really bothering Angel. Then he heard your tone get firm. It was the tone you used when someone tried to cross you.
You got up from the wheelchair because you needed Alex to see how serious you were. “His name is Angel not fucker. I already had this conversation with you, but I guess I have to be harsher. Either you learn how to respect him, or you get lost. Despite what feelings he has about you, Angel has always shown respect to you. You need to do the same to him. And old YN has grown up. It’s time for you to do so as well. When you do, give me a call.” You didn’t give him a chance to give a rebuttal. With Angel’s help, you walked out the room not sparing Alex a glance.
Petty Angel couldn’t help himself and he looked back at Alex and winked at him. Finally, he was put in his place and Angel didn’t have to lift a finger. That’s karma, bitch.
Even with you telling him off, Alex couldn’t accept Angel as the one for you. He wasn’t deserving of you, and he was going to prove that to you. What would happen if Angel so happened to learn the true nature of you and Alex’s relationship? Would he be as understanding and great of a man as you made him to be? Alex doubt that. Angel was an insecure, hothead who can’t handle anyone having interest in you. It was time for the cowboy to go.
Chapter 29
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we can't fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || seven: aftermath
pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader
overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won’t leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.
chapter summary: you deal with the aftermath of AFO's defeat, and teach twice how to braid.
content: fluff
word count: 1267
a/n: couldn’t find a good gif of dabi for this one either so we're going with toga since she's super cute anyways
*previously known as “we can’t fix each other (but we can heal our wounds together)”; i changed the title bc these assholes aint healin shit they’re just being overall menaces
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After All For One opened the warp gate, you all ended up in some abandoned warehouse, covered in dust, just on the outskirts of Tokyo in a fairly desolate area. Three weeks had passed since then—Shigaraki spent half of it moping over his Sensei’s defeat, then started to plan obsessively.
It was a quieter day. Compress was out on a quick supply run—he and Toga were the only ones technically allowed to go on them, since Toga can change her appearance and Compress always wore his mask—and probably would be back in a few hours. Because it was only a quick run, Toga wasn’t needed, so she had decided to braid Magne’s hair, saying she would look even prettier. Twice was sitting behind Toga, braiding her hair (or trying to, at least). Spinner was preoccupied watching Shigaraki play on some handheld device. Dabi was perched on a rusty bedframe, eyes shut. Kurogiri, as per usual, was just quietly standing and observing.
“This sucks,” you huffed from your spot on the floor, scratching behind Nugget’s ear. “Can’t even take Boo for a walk anymore.” You sighed when the dog’s head perked up at walk, “sorry, Boo. We have to stay.”
“How do you think the rest of us feel?” Shigaraki snapped. “Between Dabi’s grumbling, Toga’s whining about not being able to see that U.A. brat, and you constantly asking when we don’t have to lay low anymore, there’s no peace and quiet in this damn place.”
You stuck your tongue out at him. He sneered back.
“Stop bickering like children.” Dabi swung his legs off of the bedframe and stood up. “It’s annoying me.”
“Sorry, pretty boy.” You did not sound sorry. At all. “You could just leave the room, though.”
“And leave you alone with Dusty there? The arguing is preferable to that, doll.”
“Y/N and I literally play video games together when they aren’t stuck to you like glue,” Shigaraki countered, glaring halfheartedly at Dabi. He rolled his eyes in response.
“Yeah, and I try and make those times few and far between.”
“Jealous, pretty boy?” You grinned at him.
“I told you, little mouse—I’m very possessive over the things I like.” You just snickered in response.
“You two are cute! I wanna be just like that with Izuku-kun!” Toga giggled excitedly, bouncing up and down a little bit. Dabi just shook his head, not wanting to humour her… tendencies.
“Toga, don’t move! I’ll mess up your hair! Move all you want!” Twice fussed, fidgeting with braid (that was more like a knot than anything else) in Toga’s hair.
You eyed the sad attempt at a braid. “Twice, would you like me to show you how to braid?” You offered gently. “I used to braid my mother’s hair, but I might be a little rusty. It’s been… a while.” If he keeps at it, I’m afraid I’ll end up having to cut out the knots. Toga would definitely not like that, and Twice would feel awful…
Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind the offer and instead perked up. “Sure thing! I wasn’t too sure on how to do it, but I wanted to do something nice for Toga-chan!”
You smiled and handed Nugget off to Dabi—who grumbled but took the cat anyways—then stood up and nudged Twice over. “Here, watch.” You carefully worked out the knots in Toga’s hair, then parted it into three sections and demonstrated. “You take the outside pieces and make an “X” over the middle piece, like this. Then, you do the same thing underneath. Over, over, under, under… see?”
Twice nodded slowly. “Okay, I think I’ve got it. I have no idea what you just said!”
“Alright! Make sure after each “X,” it’s not too loose, or the braid will fall out. Your turn!” You undid the braid with your fingers, pat Toga on the head and stood back up.
“Thank you Y/N-kun!” Toga gave you a bright smile. “Look at Magne’s hair! Doesn’t she look so pretty?”
A good portion of her hair hadn’t made it back into the braid, since her hair was shorter, but it did look nice. “Absolutely. Magne, you should let Toga do your hair more often.”
Magne’s cheeks turned red and she smiled. “Ah, thank you!”
“‘Course!” You smiled back and took Nugget back from Dabi, then reclaimed your spot on the floor next to Boo.
Shigaraki paused his game and scratched at his neck. “Compress should be getting back from his supply run with food soon. We’ll need to ration it out since we have to be more careful now. Before you ask, Y/N, yes: I made sure he would get food for Boo and Nugget. Bowls, a litterbox and litter, too.”
“Thanks, boss.” You gave both of the animals a pat on their heads. “Hear that, you two? You’ll be getting more than scraps now.”
As if on cue, Compress walked in with a bag of his blue marbles—all of which contained food. “I’m back. Did I miss anything important?”
“Y/N taught me how to braid! Absolutely nothing happened!”
“...I wouldn’t count that as important,” Dabi interjected with a sigh. “No, Mister. You didn’t miss anything.”
Compress nodded, then deactivated his Quirk and put the stolen food away, setting the supplies aside. He placed the bowls, litterbox and litter, plus Boo and Nugget’s foods next to you with a small bow.
“Ever the showman,” you snorted. “Thanks.”
“Now that Compress is back, we should start talking about our next moves.” Shigaraki crossed his legs and drummed three fingers across his knee. “We need to look into garnering more power. Losing Sensei was a big blow and we need to recover. Keep an ear out for potential allies. Twice, your Double Quirk would be good for scouting. Whenever I send Dabi out, he comes back empty-handed and smelling like ash.”
Dabi glared at him. “It’s not my fault all of the people I come across are trash.”
“Maybe you should stop doing the equivalent of dumpster-diving. Alleyways aren’t known for their classiness,” you teased him. He turned his glare to you instead.
“It doesn’t matter. We can’t kill every potential recruit we come across, so we’re going to utilise Twice’s Quirk instead. He can make Doubles of some random citizen or something, send them out to listen.”
“Why can’t I scout people, Tomura-kun?” Toga whined, pouting.
“We need you available for supply runs with Compress. Twice can make the Doubles and send them out,” Shigaraki explained, only barely managing to be patient. “You can only change your appearance. Your Quirk is better for the supply runs.”
Toga kept pouting, but didn’t argue any further.
“Y/N, you’ll be happy to hear that it’s probably been long enough that you can take Boo out in the evenings. Just keep to the shadows as best you can—we don’t want to risk you getting recognised. Dabi, you will always go with them when they go out. Make sure they’re safe.”
You grinned at that. “Hell yeah!”
“Of course. Who do you think I am?” Dabi scoffed, crossing his arms.
“Magne, Spinner—you two are to stay with me at the base at all times. Should we be compromised, as unlikely as it is, I would rather not fight alone. That’s all the updates I have for now,” Shigaraki concluded, uncrossing his legs and picking his game console back up.
The League members all gave acknowledgement and went back to what they were doing before. You poked at Dabi’s leg.
“Wanna go out tomorrow with Boo? She’ll be happy to get the fresh air.”
“Sure thing, doll.”
#dabi x reader#dabi x you#todoroki touya x reader#todoroki touya x you#touya todoroki x reader#touya todoroki x you#todoroki toya x reader#todoroki toya x you#toya todoroki x reader#toya todoroki x you#my writing#bnha fanfiction#navi: we cant fix each other#writing.txt
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Part two
These past couple of weeks have been off between me and mark . Mark seems to hate me now and won’t talk to me …. Stupid arguments he probably won’t talk to me anymore that’s fine I guess . I’ll still try one last time today at school .
At school,
I see mark as I walk in so I try to talk with him
“Hey mark “ I say but mark only responds with
“Go away no one likes you , I can’t believe I ever liked you.” I was shocked all I could do was muster a “wow ok sorry.” Before going to the bathroom to cry . I should have seen this coming he has been hanging with Osana more well atleast I know he was fake . In the bathroom I quietly cry hoping no one notices , thankfully no one noticed . Anyways I need to go to band class it’s my favorite class . Maybe I can talk to Johnny he might be an asshole but at least he kinda cares. “Hey Johnny” I say I try not to annoy him though he gets mad easily. I try to hold my tears , but one slips I suddenly feel someone grab my hand , I look up and it’s Johnny. He says “come with me .” We both get up and walk out of class .
-In the hall-
“What the hell happened “ he asks . I tell him how mark pretty much dropped me for Osana because Him and I got mad at each other cause he wanted to believe Osana when she said I laughed at her and watched her get beat by some girls . And now Mark and Osana are dating . I don’t think he cares either but minus well tell someone . “That bastard…” he mumbles “you ok ?” I ask “don’t worry about me , but mark is a dumbass to drop a sweet person like you , you shouldn’t listen to those kind of people , and ignore mark , you can hangout with me .” I was shocked to say the least but it felt like someone loved me again :) I was happy . “Thanks Johnny “is all I can say .
Over the next months me and Johnny got closer it finally felt like I could be happy without mark . I realized I didn’t need him and that Johnny was my true friend and his other friend Taeyong was nice :). I feel like I have a crush on Johnny but I’d never tell him that .. he’d never let go of it and make fun of me lol . Today me and Johnny were gonna hit up a café and chill at his house , I’m excited to have a fun day :) . I get dressed then Johnny shows up to pick me up and we go .
-at the café-
“What do you want to drink ?” He asks before we order “oh uh I’ll get a vanilla bean lattè” he orders a iced matcha tea and we get our drinks and sit . “So how have you been” I ask “fine just been thinking about stuff nothing out of the usual “ “nice , and thank you again for taking me for coffee :) .” I give him a sweet smile .” It’s no big deal y/n” he says smiling back . Oh how this boy drives me mad . We leave the café and head to his house .
-Later-
We’ve been chilling for a little bit playing some video games watching tv , “hey y/n wanna watch a movie?” “Sure” he puts on your favorite movie …. Nice you get put into your thoughts “ hey y/n I’ve been meaning to talk to you “ “sure what’s up Johnny “ you can’t help but be nervous what will he say….?
TO BE CONTINUED…..
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ENHYPEN Imagines
pairing: lee heeseung x reader
summary: being the most popular students in your school, everyone can’t help but to ship heeseung and you. it was okay for you since you really like him but heeseung was just okay with it because of the benefits he gets from it.
word count: 6.4k
warnings: extra spicy and cursing
a/n: here’s heeseung’s version of niki’s concept in campus heart-throb. I will maybe post Sunoo’s after posting his prince one shot. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one because I actually had fun. ksksksk have a nice day 🌸
“y/n, how about you? will you be at the game later?” one of your classmates suddenly had asked you while you’re at the library.
It was library period and you were just silently reading a book while some of your classmates were chatting at the table where you’re sitting.
Your head raised up to face them and you already saw all of their eyes darted at you. “What kind of question was that? Of course y/n will be there. Her Heeseung will be playing, right?” one of them answered even before you can talk.
They cheered and even showed you a teasing smile. You can’t help a smirk to spread across your face after hearing how they address Heeseung as yours.
The librarian shushed you that made you chuckle and you signaled to them to just be quiet. They let out small giggles as they decided to talk more quietly again. You, on the other hand was thinking about Lee Heeseung.
A small smile was still plastered over your face as you think about him. He’s one of the most popular student in your school, president of the student council and captain of the basketball team. He was indeed the ideal type and everyone in the academy knows him.
Girls also go crazy for him but they can only stare from a far since you exist. Students in your school was shamelessly shipping the two of you with each other. They think you’ll both make a perfect couple.
You’re labeled as one of the prettiest girl in your campus. Smart, from a well-known family, and captain of the campus cheerleaders. Just like Heeseung, boys at your school adores you but they don’t even bother as they know you were already his.
It’s all almost perfect except for one tiny thing... Lee Heeseung doesn’t like you. If you’re crazy for him, he don’t even feel anything for you.
You were snapped back from reality when someone gently taps your shoulder. And when you look over the girls at your table, they have this teasing smile so you already have a clue who it was.
“Hm?” your eyes met his serious eyes as you turn and face him. He has this smile but only you can tell that it was fake.
“I won’t be able to wait for you. I’ll be off to somewhere. I’ll just see you at the game.” he mumbled enough for the students at the table to hear.
You smiled and nodded your head at him. He smirked and leaned down over to give you a gentle kiss at your forehead. Lightly shutting your eyes at the process, you can feel your heart racing by the sudden affection.
It wasn’t new, really. You two were used to giving shows for those people who ships you two. He needed this, he’ll stay more popular if he acts like this. Popularity secures his position as the student council president. In short, he was using you and taking advantage of the situation.
You weren’t ignorant about it. He was straight-forward when he said that to you. He also told you that since you love attentions so much, you can use him as well so students eyes follows you all the time. It was a good deal so you agreed. And besides, you have feelings for him.
He nodded once before smiling over at the students at the table before he turned and walk away. Your eyes were glued at him as he coolly walk out of the library. Eyes were following him as always.
“Huwaaa you two are so perfect for each other, y/n!”
“Yeah right. I envy you so much.”
“Heeseung is so hot, y/n. How can you survive him?”
They were talking nonstop and all your response was just a small smile. Even if it sounds a bit rude, you enjoyed looking how other people envy you.
“You’re a bit late.” your head snapped over at the side when somebody suddenly talked.
Your brows furrowed hardly as you saw Jay leaning over the wall, both of his hands were inside his pocket.
“Jay? Why are you here outside and why aren’t you wearing your jersey?” you asked, now approaching him.
The corner of his lips raised up and he faced you giving you a full view of his bruise at the side of his face. Your mouth fell a bit.
“I was suspended so I cannot play for today’s game.” he said a smile now plastered over his face.
“What happened to you? Did you had that checked?” you were worried for him of course. He’s your friend and you’re close to him so seeing him at a state like that made you worried.
“It’s fine. Don’t you want to go inside? The game’s starting already.” he said and even tilted his head towards the auditorium.
You can already hear muffled screams and cheers from the inside. You gave him a nod before he gently grab your things from you so he can carry it for you. Jay’s a legit trouble maker but he’s a gentlemen so it wasn’t really surprising for you anymore.
The auditorium was crowded as expected. You had to squished yourself through the pile of students and thankfully Jay was there. His firm arms helped you so you wouldn’t be just bumped by somebody. You gave him a smile as you two arrived at the seat Heeseung had saved for you.
You saw how the players ran over the other side of it, the ball was at the opponent. Heeseung was very attentive and so focused in the game making him ten times more attractive. You really love it whenever he’s so focus about something.
The game continued and of course, Heeseung was the highlight of the game. You just smile while watching him enjoy the whole game. The whole auditorium went wild whenever he makes shots.
They won the game and you just watch as his members hover around him. They cheered and celebrated for their victory.
“You wanna go approach them?” your head snapped over at Jay when he asked you that and you just gave him a small nod.
He smirked and led you towards the court. Students paved way as they saw you approaching, they already know what you came for. His team member’s eyes darted you and you didn’t mind the obvious desires that lingers over their eyes. For you, it was only Heeseung that matters. He’s the only one who exist for you.
You smiled at him as a small smile appeared over his lips as well. He tilted his head one of his eyebrows raising at you. His arm opened a bit, indicating a victory hug.
“Congratulations, my mvp.” you said, enough for the crowd to go wild and tease the two of you.
Heeseung felt the playful nudges of his team-mates over him. He chuckled and shake his head side by side with a slow phase. “Where’s my kiss then?” he asked, sounding like as if he was challenging you.
You rolled your eyes as a small smirk appeared over your face. With a brave expression, you approached him and quickly snaked your arms over his nape to pull him towards you. The whole auditorium roars as the students saw you two making out. One of his arms slid over to your waist to pull you closer to him.
After the kiss, he pull away and rested his forehead at yours. You looked straight to his eyes, “Oh how you love the crowd, Y/n.” he whispered at you.
You chuckled, “Don’t say it like I’m the only one.” and you gave him one last gentle kiss at his cheeks before you move away from him.
He told you that he will just take a shower so you gave him a nod sending him off. You were left there together with Jay. He greeted you with his signature smirk.
“That’s quite a show.” he said that made you roll your eyes. Nobody knew about your set-up except from you and Hee’s friends.
“I was just planning to give him a peck. He was the one who deepened the kiss.” you explained because that was really the original plan. To give him a peck but Heeseung pulled you closer so you were a bit carried away.
Jay let out a chuckle, “Who would let the chance of making out with y/n slip away?” he said that made you chuckle at him.
You walked closer to him and leaned towards him, face inches away from you. “So you will make out with me if I insisted?” you joked at him. Well, you’ve been friends with them for a while too so you’re comfortable with them.
You saw a glitch of darkness pass through his eyes before he smirked at you. He raised his hand and put his two fingers over your forehead before gently pushing you away from him.
“Stop talking nonsense, y/n.” and he scoffed at you. He handed you your things before putting both of his hands inside his pocket.
“You should wait for Heeseung here. I’ll get going.” and he waved at you before turning his back and walking away.
You chuckled and just rolled your eyes before waiting patiently for Heeseung.
“Where’s your victory party?” you asked Heeseung as you walked side by side after he showered.
Now, he looked extra handsome while wearing his clean fresh white shirt paired with his black jogging pants. He do look really really attractive, with that slight wet hair. His gym bag hangs at one of his shoulder while he held your small bag using his hand. You can’t help but to bite your lip as you stare at him.
“Frat house? I’m not yet sure.” he answered. You two started walking out of the auditorium. There’s still a lot of students left and their eyes were quickly darted at your direction right away.
“Dude that three point shot at the end was perfect!” one of his team-mate walk beside the two of you.
You just gave him a smile as his eyes went over you from time to time. Heeseung responded with a thank you as you felt his hand rest over the small of your back, making sure you are closely beside him.
“Will you go eat with us before going home to get ready for the victory party?” his team-mates once again asked.
“Nah, I think I’ll spend some time with my lucky charm first. I’ll just meet you later at the party.” he said politely as he tapped his shoulder before guiding you to walk faster, dismissing any chances of him to talk again.
A small smirk appeared at your face as you two walk over to his car. “That was rude.” you mumbled as he send last wave at his team-mates then opened the door for you.
He scoffed running his hand over at his hair once, “He was annoying.” he shrugged his shoulders off before telling you to go inside.
You were checking your phone as he finally get inside. Expecting for him to start the engine already, you kept yourself busy with your phone but then you noticed he wasn’t doing anything.
“Is everything okay?” you asked, worried.
His eyes were already darted over at you-- on your exposed thigh to be specific. A smirk slowly spreads through your face as you tilt your head at the side.
“Enjoying the view? My eyes are up here, Hee.” you pointed out and even snapped your fingers in front of his face to catch his attention.
He looked up at you, “Yeah, I do and I bet all of my team-mates enjoyed it too.” you saw how his jaw clenched hardly.
You pursed your lips trying to suppress a smile to form, this shouldn’t be the time to be happy about the situation, y/n. Heeseung did said to you that he doesn’t feel the same way and even rejected you for a hundred times already. But this is one of those times where he kind of gives you missed signals.
“I wore this for you, Heeseung.” you said and smiled innocently at him. Your hand rested over at his face and you saw how he seriously eyed you.
His hand raised and held unto your wrist, with a smirk he started pulling you to straddle above him.
“Then prove it to me.” and without even warning you he pulled your face closer to his causing both of your lips to crash with each other.
You groaned a bit as you felt him bite your lower lip making you open your mouth slightly. Heeseung took the opportunity to slid in his tongue as his hands slowly undress you.
You gasped as he pull away from the kiss. His lips made contact with your neck and you let out small moans as you slowly felt his erection.
“If you didn’t made it clear that you don’t have feelings for me, I might think you're jealous right now.” you mumbled.
Heeseung was continually placing wet kisses all over your neck and as he made it over at the upper part of your chest, he shamelessly suck the skin marking you.
He leaned away and starred at his work for a while before he looked over at your eyes.
“I don’t like it when other people take interest over my toy.” and you felt his big hands rested over your tiny waist before he kissed you once again.
“I’ll pick you up at 8pm.” Heeseung said after rolling down his car window after he dropped you over at your house.
“For what?”
“Victory party. You need to be there as my date.” he said seriously. You bit your lower lip as you just gave him a small nod before waving at him.
He smirked, “Show people my masterpiece.” he shouted lastly before droving away.
You rolled your eyes after chuckling then just decided to just go inside your shared apartment with your cousin.
“Oh~ someone had fun.” you rolled your eyes as you plopped over the sofa.
“I didn’t know you were home, Jake.” you acknowledged him as you saw him sitting at one of the single sofas.
“Yeah, I went home to rest for a while because of the party later.” he said and shrugged his shoulders off.
You rolled your eyes at him, “You’re going? You know what? You have to stop fucking different girls per day, Jake. That’s not gonna be good for you.” you tried lecturing your cousin.
He smirked, “I don’t do that everyday, y/n. What are you even talking about?”
You sighed, okay maybe that was exaggerated but the thought was still there.
“I don’t even know why girls still fall for your trap. Everyone in the campus obviously know how bad of playboy you are.” you mumbled and rested your head at the backrest of the sofa.
Jake let out a snicker of laugh, “It's because of this, y/n. This--” he said pointing over his face that made you roll your eyes.
“This is the key to everything! It’s because I have a face of an angel.” he added.
You can’t disagree to him because he’s partly right. If you look at him the first time and you don’t know him, you’ll probably think that he’s very innocent. But that’s not the case, he’s very much corrupted.
“So where did you two did it this time?” Jake asked casually as his reached over the remote to open the television.
You were close to your cousin and he knew about Heeseung and everything about it. He’s cool with it as long you’re happy with your set-up.
You gulped as you fished your phone and acted like as if you’re doing something important.
“In the car.” you answered like nothing.
You can see from your peripheral that he turned his head at your direction.
“Woah, in his car? Really? Again, y/n?” he sounds like he can’t believe it. You rolled your eyes and sighed heavily.
“You two seriously need to stop doing the deed in his car. I sometimes hitch with hyung and to think you do the nasty there makes me uncomfortable.”
“Then don’t hitch anymore. You have your car for a reason.” you can’t remember how many times have you rolled your eyes already but you once again did it.
You stood up and decided to go to your room and leave him at the living room.
“Ah seriously. I just can’t understand why Heeseung hyung enjoys the thrill of getting caught.” Jake even shrugged his shoulders.
“Whatever.” and you finally left him there. He’s really annoying.
Heeseung did pick you up for the party and as you two enter, a lot of people were already there. Attentions quickly went over at the two of you as he was the main reason why there’s a party.
He stood proud beside you while his arms were possessively locked over your waist. Well, who wouldn’t be proud to have you as their date? You’re y/n after-all.
They had this cute short program for the team that made everyone laugh as they call them one by one. They were asked to give short speeches just to be fun.
“And lastly, for our MVP! Lee Heeseung.” the mc had called his name as the crowd cheered for him. Heeseung smiled and stood up from his seat which is beside you. He walked towards this small platform and a spotlight was pointed at him.
He chuckled, “Ah this isn’t necessary but yeah, I want to thank everyone for supporting and congratulating us. For coach,” he said and raised his fist for him. The crowd chuckled and so did you.
And then his eyes soon darted over you. “And of course, to my lucky charm.” he added and soon another spotlight was at you now. The crowd started teasing the two of you.
You tried smiling as your heart ache for some reason. Breath hitched at the current situation, even though you know any of this wasn’t true, you can’t help but to feel butterflies over your stomach.
“Thank you for always being there for me, y/n.” he said and he smiled meaningfully as his eyes starred right at you.
Your smile faltered a bit as you know how sarcastic his smile was. It hurts for you to know that your feelings aren’t being returned.
Your eyes roamed around as they cheered for you to go join Heeseung at the platform. You had no choice because they were really pushing you already. He was just waiting for you and when you were beside him, he then pulled you in a kiss that made the crowd roar in excitement.
As the night went deeper, people get drunker as well. You were already with some of your girl friends when Heeseung told you that he’ll just go meet his friends. You agreed, mind still occupied of what happened at the short program.
And when you noticed that Jay was already flirting at some random girls, your brows furrowed as you started seeing his friends having their own businesses.
“I’ll just go and look for Heeseung.” you told your friends and they just nodded their heads at you.
You, then proceed on looking for him since it’s really getting late and you’re starting to feel sleepy. When you turned over the corner, you saw him sitting at a couch, beside him was a girl. You don’t know her and you’re sure she isn’t from your school.
You balled your fist, starting to feel jealousy took over you. With chin raised high, you walked over at them. Good thing the students around them were pretty much wasted so they don’t have any clue that Lee Heeseung was flirting with some stranger.
”Heeseung, i’m sleepy. Take me home.” you interrupted rudely. Both of their heads snapped over your side. Heeseung’s forehead furrowed and you sort of saw that he was a bit pissed. The girl broke into a smirk.
“Oh look, your lucky charm.” you heard how she emphasize the words lucky charm and it annoyed you so much.
“Then go and find Jake to take you home, y/n.” you were dumbfounded when you heard Heeseung said that. How can he tell you that?
With a pained expression you held unto his arm when he once again turned to face the girl, “No, you took me here so you have to take me back home.” you were serious when you said it.
If you saw him a bit pissed a while ago, this time he really looked like he’s really mad. You let go from him, kind of got scared of the way he looked at you.
“There’s no more crowd, y/n. There’s no need for that anymore.” he said with a blank look over his eyes.
You stepped backward from him, “So would you please leave me alone? I’m busy right now.” he said before he turned his head without glancing over at you again.
A tear fell from your eyes as you slowly backed away from them. You saw how the girl teasingly waved at you and seems like she was really enjoying what’s happening.
You sniffed and harshly wiped off your tear before turning and left the scene. You fished your phone to go and dial your cousin’s number. Your chest was hurting so much that you can’t even process things properly.
“Jake where are you?” you said as you heard him answered his phone. You can hear muffled sounds from the other line.
“Y/n? Why? I’m somewhere.” you rolled your eyes because you know so well what that means.
“I want to go home. Pick me up back here in the party.”
“What? Where’s Heeseung? He took you there so he should-”
“He can’t take me home.” you cut him before he can even continue what he was saying.
“Why? Wait, I’m currently in the middle of something so--”
“Never mind, i’ll just go home by myself.” you said and was about to end the call when he talk again.
“What? No! Wait up, I’ll go there. It’s late already you can’t go home by yourself. Where’s Jay anyway?” he asked and you once again heard muffled sounds from his line.
“I don’t know where Jay is--”
“I’m here.” your head snapped over to the side when you heard someone interrupted you.
It was Jay and his brows furrowed as he saw your tear-stained face. “Great! Pass him the phone, y/n.” Jake said from the other line.
You sighed and gave Jay the phone. You have no energy to fight with him anymore so you just followed what he told you.
Jay talked to your cousin for a while but you didn’t really understand what it is because your mind was spacing out. He handed you back your phone after the call before he starred right at your eyes then smiled warmly.
“Let’s go, let me take you home, pretty.” he mumbled softly and you pursed your lips trying to stop yourself from crying.
Jay did take you home that night, it was a silent ride but you were somehow at peace. To know that he was just there beside you, calms you down. He was very reliable and a very nice friend to you.
“Thank you for taking me home, Jay.” you smiled a little at him.
He chuckled and extended his hand and gently messed your hair.
“Anything for you. Go inside since it’s cold.” he said and pointed the door using his chin.
“Your jacket?” you asked and motioned him his jacket that you were wearing.
“Keep it.” you starred at him for a while before you waved at him then went inside.
The next day in school, you were silent all the time. They were asking you what’s wrong but you just smile at them saying that you were just tired.
Heeseung acted like as if he wasn’t an asshole yesterday. He was doing the same things like nothing happened, walk with you in hallways, eat with you and now taking you home. You were at the parking lot of the school and there’s almost no students left.
“I really don’t like the way you acted last night, Heeseung.” you opened up.
You like him--no, you actually love him. One reason why you still kept up with this set-up with him. But last night, you were really hurt and you can’t let him do that to you all the time.
Heeseung rolled his eyes as he looked over at your side, “If you’re worrying for your image, don’t worry. Everyone was wasted that time.”
“Is that why you flirted with that bitch and sent me off like I’m no one?” you asked him. His face turned dark as he grabbed you by the wrist.
“Don’t call her like that.” you never saw Heeseung that way and it really scared you.
You gulped trying to act strong in front of him, “Well she deserves to be called like that by how she acts yesterday.”
Heeseung then smirked at you, “Then how should you be called? You let me fuck you here in my car like a slu--” you slapped him hard even before he can finish his sentence off.
He was dumbfounded as he raised his head to look over at you. Heeseung doesn’t know what to feel when he saw your eyes filled with tears. He was lost of words and his mind was clouded that’s why he didn’t have the chance to stop you the moment you walked out of his car.
You were crying so hard that you didn't even realized that you had dialed Jay’s number instead of Jake’s.
“Hello, y/n?”
“Please pick me up.” you said between your sobs.
Jay was in the middle of practice when he saw you calling. They were having a water break and without even thinking twice, he ran out of there ignoring the shouts of their coach.
“What happened?” he asked as he went out of his car. He was still wearing his basketball shorts but now wearing his plain white t-shirt.
His face looked so worried as you approach him with a blank face. You tried smiling at him to ease his worry but you just saw how he clenched his jaw hardly.
He raised his hand to cup your face gently, “If you don’t feel like smiling, don’t smile.” he said and he raised your chin so you can meet his eyes.
“And if you want to cry, then cry. It will help you feel better.” and that was your cue. You cried so hard in his shoulders that you even had a hard time breathing.
That time, you felt safe inside his embrace while Jay’s lips were near your ears whispering you calming words and his hands ran smoothly over your back.
You slept in Jay’s place that night because you don’t want your cousin to see at that state. Jay spent the night comforting you and you were very thankful for him. You don’t know what you’re gonna do if he wasn’t there.
“If it’s hurting you that much, stop with that set-up already.” he suggested while handing you over a bowl of popcorn.
You pursed your lips while watching him set up the movie.
“I love him.”
“But he’s hurting you.” he said, eyes still fixed over the television.
You stayed quiet and wait for Jay to lay beside you to give you cuddles for that night. You felt safe and a lot better because of him.
The next day, Heeseung was a bit spacing out. What happened in his car kept on replaying over his mind and he just can’t help but to curse himself.
His eyes darted over at the door of the classroom as he saw someone going inside. It was you and he saw how your eyes really looked puff, probably because of all the crying.
He was so worried and was about to call you out when another person followed behind you. You turn your head before chuckling at that person.
“Here, wear this. You look funny.” he suggested and handed you a sunglasses. You laughed but followed what he had said.
Eyes of the students followed the two of you including Heeseung. He watch how Jay sat beside you and rested his hand at the back of your chair. He saw how he lean closer to whisper something at your ear that will make you laugh.
He felt strange an unknown feeling taking over him. Were you always like this with Jay? Well, Jay’s naturally flirty so he’s not shock at all but to think you act like that around him lit up something weird inside him.
He was still deep in thoughts when the bell rang. He snapped back to reality when Jake tapped him lightly at the shoulder to tell him that they need to go at the cafeteria.
He gave him a short nod before he saw Jay walked out behind Jake. He was about to turn back at where you’re sitting but you were already standing beside his seat.
Heeseung was actually surprised as he stare at you, he watched how you raised the sunglasses showing off your eyes before smiling.
“Let’s go eat.” you mumbled with your usual smile but unlike before Heeseung knew it wasn’t sincere.
He nodded after gulping, trying to get rid of that lump over his throat. Some students pass by over the two of you and you greeted them with a soft smile.
You two walked together over at the cafeteria like the usual routine. He was really clueless but somehow a but relieved that you didn’t shut him off completely.
As dismissal came, he was already plotting how he’ll say sorry to you. He was actually nervous as you both walked side by side over to his car. You were giggling moments ago with Jay but as he went in a different direction and was left alone with him, you grew silent.
Heeseung opened the car door for you but you were still silent after muttering a low thank you. He walked around and went inside his car. The drive was suffocating that’s why he cannot find the right timing to say his apologize for you.
“uh, y/n.” he tried catching your attention because you were already busy with your phone.
“huh?” you asked coldly not even sparing him any glance.
“I just want to say sorry for yesterday. It was an asshole move.” he said. He stopped the car because of the red light giving you a chance to actually look at him.
Heeseung was taken aback at how you look at him. It was cold and blank. He can’t even recognize you, it was very different at how you look at him before.
“Don’t mention it. I understand.” was your cold response to him.
He wasn’t satisfied and he was about to talk again but the green light appeared. He once again continued driving and you went back on texting over your phone. Heeseung tightly gripped unto the stirring wheel.
“Drop me off just there, Heeseung.” he was pulled back to reality when you suddenly talked.
His brows furrowed in confusion as he saw that you were pointing over to a place not even near your place.
“Do you need to go somewhere else? I can go with you.” he offered.
You looked at him and his heart ache as he saw that cold stares again. You smiled but he can tell that they were fake.
“It’s okay, Jay’s gonna pick me up here. Thanks for the ride, take care.” you said before going out of his car without even letting him to bid good bye.
Heeseung sat at his car dumbfounded. It happened really quickly that he wasn’t even able to stop you, just like what happen yesterday. He rested his head over the stirring wheel as he slowly sort out his feelings.
He was pretty clear that he doesn’t like you. Yeah, you were ideal. Beautiful, smart, sociable and have a great status in life but he just doesn’t seem interested in you... before. You were always vocal of how you feel towards him, making it easier for him to figure you out. Maybe that was the reason why he don’t take interest in you. Seeing you now slowly slipping off from him makes him mad. Not at you but to himself.
The days continued that way. You act like nothing’s wrong but obviously there is an invisible wall slowly grew between Heeseung and you. It was the other way for Jay tho, you two became even more close. The more days you dripped away from him, the more he have come to realized that he was indeed in love with you.
“This ain’t gonna work. You need to stop hanging out with Jay that often. They’re starting to make rumors that you are cheating over me with one of my friends.” one dismissal, you were planning to peacefully go home but it seems like Heeseung had reached his limit.
You sighed, “Fuck rumors.”
He was surprised at how you responded. If it was the old you who cares so much about your image, you would’ve take his suggestions but no. Jay had told you that there’s something else you need to care other than caring for what’s the other people are thinking of you. You realized that he was right.
“Y/n...” Heeseung sounded helpless as he calls out to you.
Actually, that was his last resort to keep you from leaving him. He may appear to be in control of the situation but the truth is, he was very worried. He’s afraid you’ll leave him and he knew so well that he ain’t gonna take it so well. He’ll go crazy. He cannot lose you.
You let out a heavy sigh once again and you turn to face him, “This isn’t working anymore, Heeseung. I’m out of this set-up. I know you can still win the next election for student council president even without my help.” you mumbled continuously before you attempted to open the door of his car.
Heeseung was still processing everything. He can’t believe you really said that to him. Between the two of you, he was expecting him to pull out of this set-up.
He went back to his senses as he quickly grabbed your wrist, refraining to let you go.
“I love you, y/n.” he blurted out.
You were stunned at the sudden confession. You weren’t expecting it and to think that it was from Heeseung was unbelievable. You scoffed at him and starred at him with full sarcasm.
“You’re just saying that because you’re afraid of what you’ll gonna lose.”
Heeseung clenched his jaw, “Yeah, and that’s you.”
You starred right at his eyes and you can see that he is sincere but still, the pain that he caused you tells you that it’s not enough for you.
So instead of believing him, you chuckled, “Good-bye, Heeseung.” and you shoved away his hold from you before going out of his car and left.
The next week, Heeseung was not himself. He was lost and everyone took notice of it and instantly indicating that it has something to do with you. The students around the campus had concluded that the two of you may have fought each other.
Heeseung was always lifeless, like as if he had no will of living anymore. He was always quiet and serious, everyone is really surprised and worried about him.
And when their basketball game for their finals came, you planned on going since Jay invited you, you were greeted by their stressed out faces.
“What’s wrong?” you asked Jay handing him the drink you bought for him.
He smiled a little, “Heeseung hyung is not here.” he said.
You furrowed your brows because you know how Heeseung was never late in his games. You roamed your eyes around and you didn’t saw him anywhere.
“y/n, can you do me a favor and please call him for me?” his coach even approaches you that you quickly agreed on.
You stepped outside of the auditorium for less noises and quickly dialed his number. It took him three rings before he picked it up.
“Yah! Lee Heeseung? Where the hell are you?” you sounds frustrated and mad at him. Even if you called off the set-up, you still worry for him of course. You know how much he wanted to win so it is a very big deal for him.
“Home.”
“Home? Your game will start in 5 minutes!”
“I know.” you were out of words after hearing him say that. You thought he just lost track of time but to hear that he knew confused you.
“Then why are you still there? Go here now.”
“I’m not gonna play.” his voice sounds so firm.
“What do you mean you’re not gonna play? Are you crazy? You wanted so bad to win this and you needed this for--”
“I don’t need that. You’re the one I need.” you were dumbfounded.
“Heeseung,”
“Tell Jay I said good luck.” and he turn off the call.
You were stoned at your position the whole time and when you finally went back inside, the game was starting and they were left behind. Jay’s pretty much trying his best and of course, he’s scoring. But the duo from the other team just can’t be hand just by him.
They lost their first game in their finals and everyone seems to look so gloomy about it. Some of them were wondering why the Ace wasn’t there and you don’t know what to say to them.
The next day, it was the time where the candidates for the student council president will make a speech in front of the students. You were kind of worried for Heeseung because lately, he wasn’t himself.
Thankfully, he did appeared at the stage. He was all serious and not even smiling. When it’s his turn to make a speech, he went in front and you can see that everyone’s anticipating for him.
“Good morning. I, Lee Heeseung is here in front of you to make my speech.” his eyes roam around and as he find yours, it remained. He was silent and not talking.
He sighed and a small smile appeared over his face. “Actually, I don’t know if I can do this.” he said that made almost everyone to gasp.
You looked at him with worry. “I used to think that being the student council president is a piece of cake. I convinced myself that I’m very much made for this. That I can do this because, I am Lee Heeseung.”
You saw how the corner of his mouth lifted a bit, “Everyone may know me as a very responsible student, a role model for my hoobaes, a good friend and a good boyfriend.” and his eyes settled at you.
His smile fell as tear slowly show over his sad eyes, “Don’t get me wrong, I am indeed all of those except from one.” he added.
A smile appeared over his face as a tear fell, “I haven’t been a good boyfriend for y/n causing me to lose the most precious girl I have ever known.”
Your eyes started to water as well as you listen to him. “After losing her, I realized that she’s everything to me. She was the one who gives me encouragement whenever I get tired of my works as a student council president. She gave me assurance whenever I get nervous before my games during basketball games. And most of all, she showers me love even if I’m flawed and imperfect.”
He bit his lower lip, “Y/n, I wanna tell you that I would rather lose all of this than to lose you.”
You pouted and quickly stood up to go over at the stage to give him the warmest hug. The student cheered as you two embrace each other.
“I love you.” you mumbled.
“I love you even more, baby.” heeseung can’t explain the happiness he was feeling as he locked you into his embrace. To have you close to him sure is what he needs the most.
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Thoughts & Theories about MacGyver 5x10 [MacRiley]
HOLY SHIT!
This episode was absolutely INSANE. Im writing out my thoughts once and for all because I need to stop thinking about everything that happened (I highly doubt I will be able to but here's to trying)
SPOILERS FOR 5x10 OFCOURSE
Straight off the bat, I was screaming *internally* and yelling at Mac when he showed the diamond to Bozer. I suspected it yesterday when we got the snippet of Murdoc saying the words DIAMOND and RING with extra emphasis..(everyone on twitter said I was jumping to conclusions.. I thought so too honestly) But damn I did NOT expect them to actually do that!
Now here's why I am not mad about it anymore. [this is my interpretation you are free to disagree]
Firstly, when Mac told Bozer he was going to propose he didnt say I’m doing it because I love Desi or I want to spend the rest of our lives together or because she’s the one (doesn't mean he doesnt care for her ofcourse)
He said “Ever since I lost my dad & Jack, I have been thinking about the bigger picture and a commitment to make things work is exactly what Desi and I need right now. A grand romantic gesture.” He wanted to propose for stability so he could finally be on the same page with her. They never really defined their relationship before and this was a way for Mac to final bring it together. A grand romantic gesture is usually something people use to win their partners back which is what Mac was trying to do I guess. It almost sounds like he has to do it so he doesn't lose her again
(ill get to my second reason in the end)
Then ofcourse Bozer tells Riley about it so she can be prepared. Bozer is such a good friend. He is supportive of Mac AND wants to protect Riley. I love him for it! He really is doing everything to be the best friend he can to both of them. (Leannas death was so painful and I just want to hug him but thankfully Riley had that covered.)
Next we get the BIG REVEAL. The moment all of us had been waiting for.
The moment that SHOOK Angus MacGyver and CHANGED EVERYTHING!
Rileys Feelings!
“You want me to say it out loud? Fine. Yes I had feelings for Mac. There I said it. and yeah watching him and Desi together was breaking my heart so I moved out of his house. I should have said something to him a long time ago but I didn’t and now its over. ”
I had the opposite of a HEART ATTACK! (my heart rate was through THE ROOF!)
I have to say they really really outdid themselves on this reveal.
SIDE NOTE: If anyone comes for Riley and tries to call her a slut or a home wrecker? You will have me to deal with. Even after Murdoc played the clip of her confession she still tried to deny it and brush it off so it wouldn't complicate things for Mac and Desi. If Riley had wanted, she could have easily told Mac this to his face while he was dating Desi and then let things happen from there but she DIDNT. She kept that secret buried so deep she herself was in denial.
(also if anyone calls Mac a player or anything like that.. I will end you. He is doing his best to deal with everything that has happened to him and people keep giving him shit for it....)
Anyways, we see Mac’s expression & he is just confused and shocked and clearly not trying to think about it because it changed EVERYTHING for him.
[Murdoc saying I THINK IM ON TEAM RILEY was a HUGE HIGHLIGHT for me! I love him so damn much!]
Desi took it really well too actually. If they keep going down this road of growth and maturity for her I think I could actually like her again. (Russ too when he apologised to Bozer)
She didnt throw a hissy fit or say I knew it or look at Riley like she was the villain. She focused on the mission & I respect her for that.
(Riley does say, “the next thing you are going to hear on that recording-” and then gets cut off by Desi.. If this will come into play at some point later on or if it was just her trying to explain herself, remains to be seen.)
Then after the climax, we finally hear Riley say the words to Mac in real time and we get our FIRST MacRiley hug of the season!
At this point I thought they would agree to be friends and make the friendzone thing clear BUT NOPE. (you have no idea how happy I am about it not going down like that!)
I was also a puddle on the floor. SO
“Mac look-”
“You don’t have to say anything if you dont want to. Really.”
“I want to. Last year in Germany. I realised I was starting to have feelings for you. Real feelings. I didnt want to make anything weird between you and Desi. I didnt want to mess up our work or our friendship so I decided to bury it. Until the feelings passed.”
“Emotions aren’t a science. You can’t control them.”
Gosh they are so perfect together! The way they look at each other and the HUG! OH MY GOD THE HUG! Its just perfection.
Now we also see this from Desi’s POV. Again no anger or jealousy from her. I think it was an understanding. She realised that she and Mac were never going to work.. maybe a little pain but honestly everything that went down with her and Mac was her fault too. The lack of trust and understanding was always a problem for them. Sure, things were going well but she didnt seem like she was ready for a commitment if im being honest. If Mac had proposed I think Desi would have said no.(again nothing wrong with that)
She didnt want to label their relationship..they haven't said the words I love you to each other and I dont think they even live together. It really was way too sudden.(these are just things im assuming people define how well a relationship is going by.. I have no experience.)
Then ofcourse we have what im calling the goodbye scene. Its the break up before the break up in my opinion.
Desi tells Mac that they should pretend the last 24 hours never happened (that might actually include Mac wanting to propose but make of it what you will..) and that they should have a clean slate. But its very clear from Mac’s face and Desi sees it too that he isnt 100% onboard with it. He cant forget about it.
Which is when Desi says “Look Mac just do whatever you feel is right” and Mac looks confused.
She then gives him a goodbye kiss.
Look if you have ever watched any show/movie before where the characters are saying goodbye to each other or breaking each others hearts...THERE IS ALWAYS A KISS ON THE CHEEK. A final farewell of sorts.
That is what it seemed like to me. It was Desi telling Mac to do what he has to. Even if it inevitably leads to their break up.
Again real emotional maturity from Desi here!
Then we get the scene, Monica Macer (the show runner) tweeted about back in December.
Mac knocking on someones door. If im being honest? I thought it was Desi’s place and he was going to propose...
BUT it turned out to be Riley’s.
Mac clearly hasn't stopped thinking about what happened. I wouldnt either if my best friend who has put her life on the line for me and trusts me 100%, now has feelings for me? That would turn my world upside down too.
especially if I had feelings for her that I buried so deep that I never acknowledged them.
Also this is my scenario for how their first kiss goes down just FYI.. (Mac showing up at Rileys doorstep and finally confessing his feelings and kissing her *probably won't happen that way now though, but I still love it*)
Mac hesitates for a second before finally knocking on her door.
“Mac? Everything okay?”
“I can’t pretend like the last 24 hours didnt just happen. They did. So I gotta ask. Did it work?”
“Did what work?”
“Hiding your emotions and letting it pass. Did they go away?”
and I proceeded to pass out. My brain just checked out...
Now initially in all my freaking out I thought Mac was asking Riley about his feelings. If HE buried them deep enough would he still be able to move on with Desi but then I rewatched it and I realised he was asking RILEY if her feelings were still there, if there was still a possibility of something ever happening.
She never told him its all good now! my feelings are gone and it was a long time ago. She told him she buried it but he needed to know if a future with Riley was something tangible.
BASICALLY ANGUS MACGYVER ASKED RILEY DAVIS IF SHE WAS STILL IN LOVE WITH HIM. *I think I need to go to a hospital now*
So this was my second reason for not being annoyed about the proposal. The writers used it to show what a huge impact it would have on Mac. How much Rileys feelings would actually mean to him. the GAME CHANGER it would be.
A friend of mine said it was kinda funny and a little jarring but I liked it. (I could have done without the proposal) But I understand why they did it. They couldnt have Mac and Desi break up the same day Riley’s feelings came out because then people would hate Mac. They had to make him want to take the next step with Desi but then drop a bomb on him, that would make him question everything.
Again this is what I took away from it.
BUT GOSH WAS THIS EPISODE AMAZING!
I do get that some people are not happy with this and some said it was too sudden *not like we’ve been waiting since season 1 or anything* but I think after 5x11 things will slow down again. Mac may break up with Desi only at the end of the season when he finally comes to terms with his feelings. (Some people are still cautious and I get it but after everything that just happened I find it hard to believe that Mac and Riley won't end up together after all.. not to mention the leaked script conversation between Mac and Riley from 5x15)
Now I dont know how the final scene ends.. they definitely dont get called away for their solo mission immediately after because Mac’s cheek injury is relatively healed in this stills, which means Riley does answer Mac’s question. She may try to avoid it or deflect but he is standing right there so...who knows.
Next weeks episode is a MacRIley solo mission and lets just say things definitely are heating up a bit..*wink wink*
YUP IM HYPED.
BRING ON THE SEXUAL TENSION AND THE ANGST!
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I Swear To God
Word Count:843
Warnings: Language? I don’t really know tbh
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Song 27-my ex’s best friend by Machine Gun Kelly ft. blackbear
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Alex talked to Raven in a slightly uncomfortable way. And now it wasn’t just because she was his ex’s bestfriend. But it was also because he saw the texts between her and her ex. Not that he would tell her he saw them. He’s not that type of guy, but he still was uncomfortable with it all.
“Y/N’s been good, in case you were wondering.”
“What?”
“Sorry, usually you ask me how she’s doing.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Actually, I wanted to know this cause you two never answered mom when she asked it. How did you and Y/N meet?”
He looked at his brother, “Oh, well, we met cause of Raven here.”
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Alex looked at his watch. It was just at 2 am. He didn’t get why Hank wanted to meet him at the bar at 2 am, but he also didn’t ask since Hank told him he was buying. He would take free drinks any day. “Alex!” He saw his friend and gave him a small wave. Next to him were two girls. One with slightly curly blonde hair, which he assumed was dyed since the roots were darker than most natural blondes. But the other girl had Y/H/L Y/H/C hair and looked as if she was dragged to this. “Alex, this is Raven, my girlfriend.” He motioned to the curly blonde. Alex gave a small wave of acknowledgement. “And this is her friend, Y/N.” He waved at her too and, unlike Raven, she didn’t wave back. Hell, she acted like he didn’t even exist.
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“So she acted like you didn’t exist?”
Alex shrugged, “Yeah, basically.” He turned to the door as he saw someone walk in and he froze in his place as he saw it was Y/N. She looked over at him and walked over, completly ignoring his presence, just as when they met. She hugged Raven and said something that he didn’t pick up. She looked over at him, he eyes saying something that only he knew. He gave a small nod, he too could play this game.
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Y/N and Alex slipped into the black car. Alex told the driver where to go and soon they were on their way back to his apartment complex, which she ironically lived in too. Both were drunk, but didn’t want to admit it. It thankfully wasn’t a long drive as the tension just got worse. When they got up she looked at him, “Is it wrong if I came up with you?” Her words slurred together, but he still knew.
Shaking his head he spoke, “There’s nothing wrong with that doll.”
“Good.” She followed him into the elevator an he pressed the button to his floor. She looked at him at the same time he looked at her. Neither knew why they did it, but soon their lips were pushed together. Her arms his neck, his hands on her waist.
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Just like when they first met, he kept swearing that he wouldn’t fall in love. But he couldn’t help but doing it when she’s around.
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He looked at the girl in front of him as she got dressed. “Do you have to go?”
She turned and smiled her signature smile, “I’m sorry love. But I promise to be back tonight.”
He smiled back, “Alright. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He fell back on the bed, mentally cursing himself because he promised to never fall in love since he never had.
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Alex turned and walked out of the room, not wanting to be there anymore. He didn’t want to deal with her ignoring him any more than the hour he had. But unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, she followed him and grabbed his wrist. “What the hell?”
“Why’re you ignoring me?”
“Sorry?”
“You’ve ignored me for the past hour and you never respond to my texts!”
“You’re the one who acted like I was invisible tonight!”
“Well then what about the texts!”
“Maybe because I don’t want to be stuck in a past that won’t leave me alone!”
“Well I at least deserve an apology!”
He scoffed, “I’m not apologizing to nobody because I’m not sorry about what I did! I was a mess last year and you knew it!”
“That never gave you the excuse to treat me like you did!”
“And you were such a saint? You caused me just as much damage as I caused you!”
“Shit happened and I changed! You just couldn’t see past that!”
“You know, I want nothing to do with you, right?”
“You’re just ignoring what I just said!”
“Because I don’t have anything to say on it!”
“As usual! Saying nothing just says the truth and what I believed! You never say anything which is just as guilty as doing something!”
She pushed past him and walked away, “Y/N--”
“No Alex, just don’t. I get it. You don’t care.” She turned to him, “but just know, you’re the only person I’ve ever fallen in love with.” She turned back and left him there. Left him confused and not sure on what to do next.
#lucas#till#lucas till#alex#summers#alex summers#alex summers x reader#alex summers imagine#havok#havok x reader#havok imagine#marvel#marvel x reader#marvel imagine#xmen#xmen x reader#xmen imagine#X-men#X-men x reader#x-men imagine#x reader#imagine
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Miraculous but make it Squid Games
Inspired by https://www.instagram.com/p/CUm02T7BCGr/?utm_medium=copy_link
Do I know why I keep making Miraculous posts? Nope. But here we go with another one~
(Also this takes place in Korea cuz I don't know any French children's games and didn't wanna complicate my own life so just roll with it)
Let’s introduce our characters first.
Marinette Dupain Cheng— A French student studying fashion in Korea who has lost all her money and is in severe debt.
Adrien Agreste— Marinette’s friend from France, and a former model who left his father and his company behind to travel the world ending up in Korea where he gets a very interesting offer.
So let’s start with the fact that there are obviously no miraculouses here. Both were two normal students who used to be friends but drifted apart, not even knowing that the other was in the same country, years later.
Marinette, who used to study in Sungkyunkwan University, is completely broke and the only reason she could afford school is because of her parents. Now, with a degree and no jobs (Korea is hard to foreigners, and even after years, that’s what she is to everyone), she's lost all motivation in life. Her sketchbooks, once full of life, now lie empty.
At her lowest moment, Marinette sits at a subway and contemplates what to do with life when a dude comes and offers her money, and all she has to do is play a Korean game. Ending with a stinging cheek and 40,000 won in her hands, the man offers her a card and tells her to think. She gets a lot of money, and all she has to do is play some games.
On the other side, we have Adrien. Adrien, who is more like Chat— confident, witty and VERY flirty. He left his father’s house when he was 18 and has been travelling ever since. He and Nino went to the states, travelled Europe by car, went to India (cuz yes) and currently makes a stop in Korea, where he is approached by a man. This man asks them if they’re up for a job, where they gets a decent amount of money and all he has to do is follow the rules and keep his mouth shut.
Adrien has experienced many things in his life so far, and his money supply is depleting. Thinking of this as some drug shit, he agrees and signs the contract (fucking idiot. After staying with his father and being a model for so long he should’ve known to at least read things properly smh). Seeing him, Nino does too.
Fast forward to the very first game. Adrien has been training for almost a month now and has a little idea of what he’s working for here.
He knows not to ask any questions, to only take the head mask off when he’s in his room and do whatever the man in the black mask tells him to.
He doesn’t ask a single question cuz he’s seen what happens to those who do. What happened to Nino, as his best friend’s brains splattered all across his mask. (sorry, but like. People had to die.)
When the participants play their first game, he doesn’t even flinch at the absolute massacre happening on his screen. He thinks about how nothing can faze him anymore when he catches sight of two pigtails on the screen. Two pigtails that look almost blue under the sun’s glare.
And that is when his stomach DROPS.
Let's yeet back to Marinette. Our sis is dying inside but she WILL NOT die outside. She came here for the money and now she has a greater motivation to survive— her life.
She is the last person in the game— number 467, and all that goes on in her head as three people beside her are shot due to the creepy doll’s eyes is the fact that she will remain the last one standing. It’s not about the money anymore, it’s about survival.
After the first game, when given the option, she presses her hand on the cross without a second’s hesitation.
As she makes her way home, she is relieved, that the torture is over.
And then she meets Adrien.
Back to Adrien. When all the participants head back, he uses two of his precious leave days from this fucked up organisation to track Marinette and meet her. When they do, they fucking collide cuz he saw her almost die and she almost died. They have reason to cling onto one another shush.
And then Adrien tells her. He tells her everything. He tells her what is happening, how many people have died, how Nino had died, and how he needs her help to shut all this down.
Marinette runs away. She doesn’t wanna be there. And then she starts looking at all the chats and pictures of her and Nino. How he was one of her very first friends. And so she goes back to the same cafe and meets Adrien again.
They make a plan. They will make sure she survives, for which she will need allies in the game (not outside the games, cuz she will always have him there).
And so armed with knowledge, Marinette goes back into the game and meets a naïve Korean man who teams up with everyone, a bitch who will survive somehow (and will kill anyone to do so— yes I mean Lila) and a young man who seems so fucking familiar.
And so the games go on and Marinette keeps surviving. And as that happens, she starts to spend her nights in a secluded area with Adrien, where they talk, they reminisce and they find a reason to live in each other.
And then the marble game happens. She partners with the boy, Luka, who turns out to be another face from back home. She partners with him because she trusts him and she is afraid nobody else will partner with him because of the growing bloody wound on his head courtesy of the thugs trying to kill him.
Adrien is the guard assigned to her and Luka, and he watches as Luka slowly and steadily grows more and more out of it and Marinette starts full-on sobbing. Right when the time is about to end, Luka gives his marbles to Marinette and begs her to survive this game and live, and go back to Paris and tell Juleka about all this, as his final goodbye. He looks her in the eyes with a smile until the very last second when Adrien shoots him.
That night, the VIPs arrive and both Mari and Adrien know that they need to move on with their plan, but they spend the whole night by diving tanks they know won’t be used anymore, cuz the Black Mask Man made an example out of everyone who tried to betray him. Marinette is curled into Adrien and in the silence, she vows to end them. That morning (night?) when they are sneaking back, they come into contact with one of the black-masked dudes who would serve the VIPs and Adrien knocks him out and switches outfits.
He kisses Marinette before making his way to the VIP chamber.
Imagine his surprise when after almost half a decade he hears his father’s voice behind the mask of a man wearing an elaborate gold butterfly headset.
He watches in rapt attention as Marinette thankfully chooses number 15, with Lila right in front of her. Now we don’t like Lila (here specifically) because after Tug of War she started to turn people against Marinette, because of whose strategy their team won the game. Marinette was almost killed by many of the thugs in the nighttime because of Lila, and when there’s 30 seconds left and one step left to be determined, Marinette pushes Lila off one and scores victory for her and number 16, Alya Cesaire. (Who is in Korea for journalism internships or some shit and got roped into this because of lack of money, and became Marinette’s greatest ally)
They both know that one of them will die at the end, and so Marinette tells Alya of hers and Adrien’s plan to end this thing once and for all, and so they go and play the final Squid Game, where at the end, Alya very convincingly stabs herself, making Marinette the winner.
On the other side of the glass, Adrien, who has gotten the interest of a disgusting old VIP, puts an idea into his head about how the VIPs should really go and really be in the scene and see what has happened, and that old man, fascinated by the idea of being in the zone, convinces his 'friends' that they should go.
And so they all go, surrounding a blood-soaked and sobbing Marinette and start laughing and congratulating her. (cue Gabriel recognising her and being condescending as fuck. Imagine dialogues like "you had so much potential and now are just reduced to this", which cements the fact that he really is Gabriel Agreste).
That is when Adrien, who was escorting them along with the Black Mask, pulls his gun on them, Alya pulls the knife “out” of her and takes the old fat man who liked Adrien hostage and Marinette pulls out her own knife to Gabriel.
They try to make a deal, and when Gabriel almost gets the better of them (cue seggsy fight scene which I don’t have the words to describe rn) Marinette stabs him in the neck.
After threatening the VIPs and getting all of their identities, as well as the black mask dude’s identity, they go to the nearest police station and give all of their gathered evidence.
Due to the physical and psychological trauma and torture faced by Alya and Marinette, as well as part of a settlement plea from the VIPs, they both get all the money.
The two girls plus Adrien fly out to France and reconcile with their families. Adrien and Marinette visit Nino’s family, Juleka and Rose and as many of the people as they can.
The two of them get a small apartment together, unlike the huge mansion that Adrien was left after Gabriel’s death (which he sells and uses the money to be given to all the victim's families)
He also becomes the owner of Gabriel, and with Marinette turns it over into a completely different company (cuz Gabriel was one corrupt bastard)
And so they live happily with weekly therapy sessions and a traumatic, but happy ending.
Gods I need help, I wrote almost 2000 words for this lol. Maybe I'll write this properly someday hahaha.
#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#ladybug#chat noir#ladybug and chat noir#ladynoir#marichat#marinette dupen chang#adrien agreste#adrinette#mlb#mlb fanfic#miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir#miraculous chat noir#chat blanc#miraculous rewrite#rena rouge#mlb ladybug#mlb chat noir#miraculous marinette#squid game#squid game rewrite#squid game fanfic#luka dies#nino dies#marinette kills lila#lila rossi#alya cesaire
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Rantaro, Chiaki, and Ibuki x S/O who’s scared of touch asking to hold their hand
Rantaro Amami:
· “You don’t like touch?... Okay.”
· Rantaro never pried you was to why you didn’t like touch. All he knew was you didn’t like it at the very least and that was enough for him. Didn’t matter what the reason was, in the end you didn’t like touch, so he respected that.
· However, touch was rather important to Rantaro, extremely actually. He cared about you; you were his partner. After having lost all of his little sisters, he was scared of losing you too. When out he needed you close, hold your hand or something to place his heart at ease and know you were still by his side and wouldn’t just suddenly disappear when he wasn’t paying attention to you for a moment like had happened with others so many times before.
· Talking through both of your needs you came to a compromise. When out Rantaro could hold on to a piece of your clothing whether it be the hem of a shirt or the end of a sleeve or scarf. It was an arrangement you both could be comfortable with.
· It was another day of searching, simply walking along down that snowy street. A chilling wind rolled past kicking up some snow as it went. He pulled up his scarf just a bit higher to shield a little more of himself from the cold. The crunching sound of the snow beneath your feet was a delightful contrast from the silent world the powdery substance had created, like placing a blanket over one’s ears. It was so quiet he could here even your meek, mumbled voice.
· “Rantaro?” “Yeah.” “……… uh…” Rantaro simply waited patiently. He didn’t mind the lulls in conversations like most would. They were good moments to collect your thoughts on what the other had said, even if it was just wondering what they could want. “I… I’m not sure if I’m okay with touch yet, but… maybe… we could try? J-just this once, since we both have gloves on… I think I’ll feel safer trying like this.” “Okay. Would you feel better if I took your hand, or do you want to take mine.” “U-uh… I… I don’t know…” “… “Maybe we could both go for it?” “Y-yeah! I think that’s good!”
· Whether from the cold or from fear or nervousness, Rantaro couldn’t tell why your hand lightly trembled in his, but that didn’t matter. You wanted to try and was something he was going to cherish forever.
Chiaki Nanami:
· Chiaki didn’t particularly mind your no touching rule. You must have had your reasons for it so she didn’t push you. Besides touch was not the only way to connect with a person, you could still happily enjoy paying video games with one another, hell if you wanted the distance you could even play on opposite sides of the world and still connect.
· It didn’t matter the game whether single player or co-op, competitive or cooperative you’d play any and all games together. Often you’d end up just talking about whatever, the recent chaos Chiaki’s class had gotten into, the rough day you had when someone bumped into you sending you into a panic, some random thing in the news, the latest video game releases, didn’t matter really you just liked talking with one another.
· “Did you at least go to the nurse’s office?” Your response was a bit prolonged, just a single drawn-out syllable as you tried figuring out where on the map exactly the new boss had appeared. “Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeaah. Yeah, I did.” “… Y/N you’re going the wrong way.” “Wait… No that’s the only path to the boss.” “The pathway is blocked, take the mountain rout.” “Oh!” “… You’re awfully distracted. Did something happen at the nurse’s office?” “No, no. I… I’m just… tired. Tired of getting so worked up all the time at the slightest contact. It’s been years now, but I still get so panicky. I hate it. I just want to not have to deal with this anymore… I just… I wanna hug you and hold your hand without feeling scared. I know you won’t do anything and yet I still… Aaaand I die great- just great!” Chiaki gently took the controller from you and placed it aside. “Let’s take a break from the game, okay?” “No, we don’t have to stop because of me.” “But you’re not having fun so there’s no point.” “… Okay.”
· You simply watched as Chiaki went about saving and shutting off the system before placing away your controllers. “Chiaki! I wanna hold your hand!” “Will you be okay?” “I’ll make myself okay! I’M FINE!” “Chords of steel, nice. But I don’t like the sound of this.” “But I can still try, right?” “… If you want too.” Both your hands gripped around one of her’s, your nails just digging in. Your hands trembled under the pressure and your breathing wavered. Then you let go practically throwing your self back. “Nope-no-no, i- no- I just can’t- UGH Why!? Why does this have to be so stupid-” You were suddenly caught off guard feeling a blanket tossed on you. “… Thank you.” “It’s okay. I know how frustrating this can be for you… Want to play a good puzzle game to distract you?” “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Ibuki Mioda:
· As much as you cared about one another, at first things were extremely rough. Ibuki was a rather naturally touchy person so trying to get used to not touching the person she loved took a bit to get used to, but she forced herself to stop for your sake, as much as she wanted to hug you and such, it would never be more important than your comfort and feeling safe, she never wanted to ever scare you. Thankfully there were plenty of other things you could do together like write and play music, go to amusement parks, go traveling, maybe go hiking, or visit a zoo, perhaps try something new like going to a spa, didn’t matter you could just do anything together.
· It was pouring outside so after some running around in the rain for the fun of it and drying off the pair of you here hidden away in Ibuki’s room. Instruments and papers were scattered about, the pair of you writing down any lyrics you could think of, Ibuki constantly changing instruments to make up an accompaniment to go with it. It was rather random and bombastic, but it was a method that had made many a great song and really, the end result didn’t matter to either of you, it was just fun making up stuff. Though there was also fun to be found in perfecting songs as well.
· You sat on the bed trying to strum the strings of the bass guitar as Ibuki wailed away, one foot on the ground, the other propped up on the seat of a chair. You ended up placing aside your guitar opting to draw Ibuki, she looked kind cool, posing and playing away. “Hmm? Hey, how come you stopped?” “Eh, I still don’t know the bass, Buki.” “Whaaaaaaat? It’s fine I’ll show you. Let’s play!” Ibuki wasn’t half-bad as a teacher but often her lessons would derail at some point and the pair of you would end up doing something else. “Sure.” And so you picked back up the guitar.
· “Wait. Back up. I place my fingers… here?” “Not exactly. You gotta use all your finger, get all those strings!” “Uh… Hey, could you maybe… place my fingers for me? and hold my hand in the right place?” “………” “Bu-” “Sure!” Though Ibuki sat beside you, she made sure to not get too close. She could hear how your breathing wavered a bit from the contact, but you were doing okay, not screaming like you used to when she accidentally tackled you into a hug from behind. She was glad you got comfortable around her, even after she messed up so much. She was glad you were both trying.
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Talking about how much they love the other to friends/family pls 😊
Here ya go! I did both Yasha and Beau and there is a time skip. I also got carried away with Beau’s part so oops lmao
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“You’re such a fucking sap,” Molly cajoled.
Yasha smirked and shoved her friend, causing him to stumble a bit on the street. He laughed as he regained his balance and turned around to face Yasha, walking backwards without regard to the other people.
“It’s true, darling,” he drawled with his own smirk.
Yasha felt herself flush and knew her face was red to the tips of her pointed ears. “She makes me happy,” Yasha said simply with a shrug and soft smile.
“Ugh,” Molly exclaimed, turning with a flourish that allowed Yasha close the small distance between them to allow them to walk side by side again. “Why?”
Yasha’s soft smile grew. “She’s strong. She’s really funny. She’s smart as hell. She’s honest,” Yasha said with a chuckle, “even if it hurts.”
“She’s an asshole,” Molly countered, to which Yasha laughed.
“I like that she’s an asshole,” Yasha said with a shrug.
Molly smirked at her. “You would.”
Yasha bumped his shoulder and he bumped hers in return.
“Anything else,” Molly asked after a few moments. “What else attracts you to the grumpy one?”
Yasha was silent for a while, hands shoved into her coat pockets. She was quiet for so long that Molly figured she wasn’t going to answer. But then, softly, Yasha said, “She makes me feel safe.”
Molly stared up at his friend. He knew exactly what that meant for her and how important it was. He finally realized that, to Yasha, Beau meant something so precious to her. Something Yasha had been looking for for years that Molly himself had tried to give her. Beau, to Yasha, meant home.
He huffed, his breath drifting up in front of him as steam in the cold air. He linked his arm through Yasha’s and pushed into her side. “You love her.” It wasn’t a question.
Yasha gave a small nod. “So much.”
Molly heaved a dramatic sigh. “Does this mean I can’t tease her anymore,” he asked with a pout.
Yasha chuffed. “She’d probably think you were sick if you didn’t bicker.”
“Well I am all about keeping up appearances,” he said with a self important sniffle.
Yasha laughed outright. “You’re an asshole,”’she said with all the affection she could muster for the tiefling. Which was quite a lot.
“Yes, I am,” he agreed happily. Then he smiled up at her. “But you like assholes. Remember?”
Yasha smirked down at him before kissing him on his horn. “Yes, I do.”
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It was a rare event that Beau visited her parents. She hated doing it, mostly because of her father. But she went, at least once a month, just to see TJ. Beau’s disdain for her parents wasn’t his fault and Beau hoped, that by spending time with him that he wouldn’t pick up their shitty attitude. As the years trudged on, TJ, thankfully, didn’t seem to be anything like their father.
Instead, much to their parents’ chagrin, TJ had instead picked up his sister’s mannerisms, quick wit, and snark. And as a pre-teen, it was only getting worse. Or better, if you asked Beau, who encouraged him.
Despite this, their parents would allow TJ to visit his sister for a week or so, mainly during the summer while school was out. He’d pack a bag and all but run to her car when she showed up and throw himself at her.
Now they sat on the floor of Beau and Yasha’s living room, playing a racing game TJ brought with him. They were neck and neck, tied in their wins. This was the last race and as
Beau was poised for a victory, Yasha walked out of the bedroom and kissed the top of Beau’s head, which caused her to completely forget the game and crash into a wall as she turned her attention to her fiancé.
“I’m meeting Molly,” she said as she checked her purse. Yasha wore a sun dress, something she didn’t often wear, and turned to smile at Beau and TJ when he turned to look at her after crossing the finish line. “I’ll be back later. I was thinking burgers for dinner?”
TJ’s face lit up. “And milkshakes,” he asked hopefully.
Yasha smiled and walked over to ruffle his slightly curly and very shaggy hair. “Only if you let Beau win,” Yasha teased.
“Oh, nevermind then,” he said and turned back to the tv.
“You little asshole,” Beau said with a laugh.
“Beau!”
“What,” Beau asked defensively. “He knows I’m kidding!”
“I know she’s kidding,” TJ echoed.
Yasha sighed and bent to kiss Beau. “Behave,” she said as she headed for the door.
An echo of “No!” followed her out the door.
Beau and TJ smiled at each other as he picked a new game and Beau set her controller aside, content to watch him play.
“Dad says you’re engaged,” TJ said as he got up and shuffled through his games. He looked over at Beau as she relocated to the couch.
“Yuppers,” she replied. “I was gonna talk to you about that, actually.” She smiled at him and asked, “Want to be a ring bearer?”
“I can’t be your best man,” he asked with a grin.
Beau laughed and raised up her arm, flattening her hand, palm down. “Sorry, you gotta be be at least this tall.”
He glared and flipped her off. She only laughed harder which caused him to smile. “Sure, I can be a ring bearer.”
“Excellent,” Beau said. “Yasha will be thrilled I finally asked.”
“When’s the wedding,” he asked as he finished picking a game and came to sit beside his sister, picking up his controller on the way.
“Next fall,” Beau answered. “Yasha likes the colors.”
“Neat,” TJ replied. “You and Yasha have been together a long time.”
Beau chuckled. “You sound like my friends. They think it’s overdue.”
TJ shrugged. “Maybe they’re right.”
Beau shrugged back. “Eh, we got there in the end. All that matters.”
“You inviting Dad,” TJ asked.
“Well if you and Mom are gonna be there, kinda have to invite the old man, too,” Beau said.
“I could accidentally on purpose break his leg so he has to stay home,” TJ offered.
Beau laughed. “Then you and Mom would have to stay home and take care of him.” She gave him a sideways smile. “Thanks for the offer, though, little brother.”
“Anytime,” he said with a laugh. “So, who asked who?”
Beau smiled and flashed her left hand and waggled her fingers until TJ turned to look at the small blue diamond on her ring finger. “She did.”
TJ looked at the ring then up at is sister. “She has poor taste.”
Beau’s mood fell a bit. “Like you’re some ring expert.”
“Not the ring,” he said. “You.”
Beau made a squawking noise and shoved TJ’s shoulder. “Fuck you!”
He laughed as he fell onto his side. “Fuck you, back!” He never paused in his game.
TJ eventually sat back and smiled. “So,how did you know?”
“How did I know what,” Beau asked.
“How did you know she was ‘the one,’” he asked, laying his controller down to air quote.
Beau smirked. “Really want to know? It’s sappy shit.”
TJ shrugged. “I mean. I did ask.”
“Fair.” Beau repositioned herself and draped her leg over the couch arm. “I always thought she was hot, ya know?”
“She is very pretty,” TJ cut in.
Beau smirked. “I’ll be sure to tell her you said that.”
TJ whipped around to face Beau, his dark skin turning darker with a blush. “Don’t you fucking dare!”
Beau laughed and gently nudged him. “Don’t be a shit and maybe I won’t.” TJ pouted at her and Beau laughed harder. “Anyway. She’s always been hot. And she’s sweet as hell. A literal fucking angel, ya know?”
TJ was nodded like he did, in fact, know.
“But there was a moment, so fucking small, that sealed the deal,” Beau said with a dreamy sigh.
“What was it,” TJ asked, finally pausing his game and turned to Beau, wholly focused on her and the story now.
“We’d been dating for a few months,” Beau continued. “And while out doing some errands, we decided, on a whim, to stop at this antiques store. Nothing there caught my eye,” Beau said before quickly standing and heading over to a bookshelf next to the tv. It held books, of course, but also a few knick knacks. Beau reached for a small clay figurine of a dog, one of a set of five, and turned back to TJ.
“She bought this set of dog figures,” Beau said, a dopey grin on her face. “She had been so excited to have found them. As excited as if they’d been real dogs.” Still holding the figure, Beau walked back over to the couch and sat down and handed the dog to TJ to look at. “You don’t really remember, cause you were still pretty little, but Yasha used to be really standoffish. She was quiet and didn’t talk much.” Beau smiled at her brother. “You fell in love with her immediately, nearly forgetting all about me when we came to visit.”
TJ blushed at Beau’s words.
Beau smiled warmly at him. “That was one of the first times she really came out of her shell.” Beau’s eyes slid shut as she recalled the memory, a large grin on her face. “She was so beautiful in that moment.” Beau’s eyes opened but she didn’t seem to really see TJ in front of her, still lost in her memories. Then she blinked and her eyes focused. “It was one of the cutest fucking things I’d ever seen. The way she lit up, little brother. Brighter than the sun.
“That’s when I knew I would spend the rest of my life with her.”
She smiled at her brother, who simply stared back. He finally handed back the clay dog and nodded. “You were right.”
Beau took the figure and cradled it to her chest. “About what?”
“It really was sappy shit.” Then he smiled at her.
Beau launched from her spot and tackled him, lightly pinching his shoulder as she sat on him.
They eventually came apart, laughing and sweaty from their tussle. Beau put the figure back on the shelf, grateful it didn’t break, and sat back on the couch. TJ went back to his game and they were content in their silence.
Finally TJ said, “I’m really happy you have Yasha. And I’m happy she has you, too.”
Bea smiled and ruffled TJ’s hair. “And I’m happy you’re here, too. We both love you.”
“Ugh,” TJ groaned. “Stop.”
Beau laughed and turned back towards the tv, happy with how her life had shaped up to be.
#beauyasha#lyricalporcupine#yasha nydoorin#beauregard lionett#porcupine writes#beauyasha fanfiction#tj lionett#mollymauk tealeaf
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Hoe Hoe Hoe
☁️ Summary: Satoru Gojo *cough* *cough* I mean Santa Claus jingles your bells on Christmas Eve.
A/N: y’all this fic whooped my ass literally, but i think it came out pretty good. i think my smut is getting better, so hopefully i keep the momentum going for all my future fics. (also ik i’m late for the holidays but better late than never!)
☁️ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Elf Reader
☁️ Warnings: Size kink, bulging, slight breeding kink, gojo’s massive 🐓
The holidays were always an overwhelming time at the workshop. You and your fellow elves worked overtime to fulfill the yearly abundance of Christmas lists that were received, and to be quite frank; you were due for a fucking break. As a head elf, you spent your days monitoring the shop floor and managing quality control. Everything and anything went through you, especially before it got to Santa.
You were handling a crisis on the floor, something about a particular video game console shortage, when you received a message from the big man himself.
“I swear... if I hear another word about how we are out of stock, I will personally shove a candy cane up your ass. We’re fucking elves, just go make some more.“ You shooed the elf off before taking a deep breath. You wanted to tear your hair out, every minor inconvenience didn’t require your assistance, yet they always found a way to you. In a last-ditch effort to keep your composure, you began to practice a method you learned in your weekly anger management meetings.
“One….two….three….four….five” You exhaled, opening your eyes to see a particular pink-haired headache, elf approaching waving and skipping towards you. You started counting faster; hopefully, he’d be gone at the end of your count.
“One..two..three..four..five”
“Boss! Oh, boss! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Fuck he was getting closer. You braced yourself, hoping he was referring to another supervisor standing near you.
“Onetwothreefourfiveonetwothreefourfiveonetwothreefourfive”
“What’s with the counting boss? You must be counting down the hours before we give everyone the best Christmas ever!” Yuji cheesed, barely able to contain his giddiness. Oh, bless his heart, Yuji was somewhat new to the shop and was a hard worker, but a few screws were missing upstairs.
“I have a bomb ticking inside my head.” you deadpanned, hoping to spook him off so you could go hide in your office.
“Oh…..Oh no, boss, you need to get checked out immediately, we need to call the police, the ambulance, the bomb squad, we might have to cancel Christmas. If we cancel Christmas, they won’t get their presents, and they’ll all be upset an-“ It was truly endearing. You could almost see the steam pouring from his ears as he panicked about you and your well-being. You pinched his lips shut before he managed to alert the rest of the workshop.
“Yuji, I was lying…what do you need?” The panic drained from his face, a relieved smile taking its place.
“The big man wants to see you, something about squashing a few last-minute details. He trailed off, focusing his attention on someone in the distance. “Nobara, stop drinking my eggnog, and don't touch my cookies!” Yuji ran off, thankfully abandoning your conversation.
You began your trek to the big man’s office, the big man being Satoru Gojo, direct descendant of Kris Kringle and newly appointed Santa Claus. Gojo was indeed an enigma, barely leaving his office only for special occasions such as Christmas Eve and Christmas itself. The only way you could speak to him was if he requested you directly.
The walk to the office required dragging yourself up to three flights of stairs before you reached the red door decorated with brightly colored green tinsel and oversized candy canes.
You made sure to knock, you weren’t completely devoid of manners, and you wanted to keep your job. A sultry voice sounded through the door.
“Come on in.” You gently open the door, almost tip-toeing in before slowly closing the door.
“You don’t have to walk on eggshells around me. I don't bite unless you want me to.” You scurried towards the desk, not wanting to waste any more of his limited time.
“......Sorry, Mr. Claus, I came as soon as Yuji told me he said something about a few last-minute details.”
“He was right; come sit right here.” As inviting as he looked, patting his lap, you took several hesitant steps before perching yourself on his lap. “Get comfortable; we have a few things to discuss, nothing outrageous, just a few... things.” You played the velvet fabric of your skirt as he droned off about the minor details that could’ve been dealt with by any other elf. You grunted in response to the open-ended questions asked. “I think that’s it. Did you get all that?” He skimmed through his never-ending checklist to confirm.
“Oh...um, yes, I did, in fact, I’ll go deal with that right now.” You dust your lap off and lean forward to push up off of the oversized chair. Only to find that you haven’t moved an inch. “Um…...Mr. Claus…I can’t move, and I need to….” you trailed off, disrupted by a gloved hand tilting your chin, forcing you to look directly into those soft blue eyes.
“Tsk tsk tsk, I knew you weren’t paying attention, puddin’.” He faked a face of hurt before using the arm that wasn’t wrapped around your waist to swipe his cluttered desk clear. “I said that-” Pausing to slam your form down unto the oversized desk. “I said that all I want for Christmas is to fuck you until this desk breaks.” He whispered, pressing several gentle kisses along the column of your neck. The room temperature had increased tremendously, and the red wool suit pressed against you made it no better.
“Uh...wow...um, it’s getting kinda hot in here, don’t you think?” You pulled at your collar, hoping to put some kind of separation between you two. You were in no way trying to reject his advances. You were just entirely ambushed by how fast things were moving. Another urgent concern was the sheer size of “Santa.” You were already genetically disadvantaged in the height category as an elf, but this behemoth of a man towered over you. It left you to believe that he was more than proportionate in the nether regions.
“I think you’re right. See, that’s exactly why you’re my right-hand puddin’.” Before you could blink, you were almost instantly rid of your gown, leaving you in your unfortunately modest black undergarments. You pouted, wishing you were given some kind of warning in advance. “Poor baby, next time I’ll let you get all dolled up for me, maybe I’ll wrap you up with a bow and leave you under my tree.” You couldn’t contain your whimper at the thought, roping your legs around his waist, mimicking the same motion with your arms around his neck.
A loud horn sounded off, signaling Santa’s departure was nearing. “As much as I’d love to sit and ravish you till dawn, duty calls.” You were drawn into several more gentle kisses before Gojo deepened the kiss, nearly smothering you. You were on the brink of suffocation when he finally eased up, allowing you to catch your breath. when you felt your panties tugged to the side. “You have such a pretty pussy puddin’. I could sit here and play with it all day long.” Two callused fingers daintily drew circles around your clit, stopping to pull at the sensitive nub causing you to whine at each tug.
“Ah- p-please...Santa” You couldn’t wait anymore. Each stroke brought you closer and closer to your peak.
“Please, what pretty girl? I won’t know until you tell me.” Purposely speeding up his ministrations.
“Please...please...please...fuck me.” You cried out, you could barely contain yourself, and he wasn’t making it any better.
The air knocked out of your chest as the blunt tip of his cock breached your entrance. There was a brief pause before Gojo’s hips slammed forward, setting a brutal pace. You couldn’t form any thought, only incoherent mumbles, and whimpers leaving your mouth. The desk was rocking with each thrust, nearly throwing you off.
“Y-you feel so fucking good, ugh...this sweet little pussy sucking me in. You like that, huh? Using you like a little fuck toy? Y-yeah, you’re Santa’s little fuck toy, you just lay there and look pretty, and I’ll fuck you full of my kids. I’ll make you Mrs. Claus, and you won’t have to work in that shitty little workshop anymore. How does that sound?” Gojo’s cock pounding away at your cervix, blurring the lines of pain and pleasure.
You could almost cry because it all sounded fucking amazing. You were floating on a cloud each stroke. The rhythm was slowing to deep, deliberate thrusts when you felt an oversized hand rest on your belly.
…….Holy shit.
You nearly fainted seeing the outline of his massive cock bulge through your belly. You could tell Gojo was close, skin slapping as his thrusts sped up again. The final press of his palm forcing you over, and Gojo the same with his final thrust. Both of you were murmuring and moaning as he nudged into another breath-taking kiss. The desk finally loses its bearing and falls apart, leaving you both as panting messes on the ground.
You had wood chips in places that they shouldn’t be, and the chuckling giant next to you wasn’t helping. Your quirked an eyebrow up and questioned him. “What’s so funny?”
“I think I need to add a new desk to my Christmas list.”
#satoru gojo x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#jjk smut#gojo x reader#jjk imagines#tw: size kink#tw: bulging#tw: breeding#satoru gojo
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Unbreakable
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Relationships: Kirishima Eijiro/Midoriya Izuku
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijiro, Bakugo Katsuki; MINOR ROLES - 1-A students
Summary: “Get out of the way, Kirishima,” Katsuki warns him. “I won’t hesitate to break your face in fucking pieces!”
“Then DO IT! I DON’T CARE!” Kirishima roars. He’s never sounded this angry. “I won’t let you break Midoriya EVER AGAIN!”
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In which someone finally stands up for Izuku.
AO3 / Fanfiction
A/N: basically I wrote Kirishima being protective of Izuku, because it’s interesting how he hates bullies but never stands up to Bakugo...
I hope this isn’t too OOC. Enjoy!
TRIGGER WARNINGS - minor violence, bullying/abuse and injury.
*NOT BAKUGO/KIRIBAKU/BAKUDEKU FRIENDLY!
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Izuku is happy, really.
Sure, it can be exhausting. It can be aggravating to live up to what comes with being the Symbol of Peace. And it’s also terrifying the reminder that Katsuki knows about his secret and has a lot more reason to hate him.
Not that Katsuki would ever quit hating Izuku, but still.
In the very least, the explosive boy doesn’t hit Izuku regularly anymore. People in their school don’t take Katsuki seriously like it happened in Middle School, so it’s a relief.
(They constantly call Katsuki and Izuku childhood friends, though.)
(Or rivals. Are they really rivals?)
Regardless, as long as Izuku stays away from Katsuki, he’ll be fine.
So, he’s happy.
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When they can, 1-A has fun nights that may include eating cake and candies, playing games and watching movies – sometimes all in the same night. His classmates are very united in that sense.
Tonight, they’re sharing a big cake everyone helped Sato with; the teenagers are all separated in groups that fill the common room with life.
Izuku might subconsciously flinch every time a certain voice raises near him. Thankfully, it’s not directed at him – once he looks, he finds Katsuki and his friends messing with him. The greenette sighs in relief.
The boy spends most of the night alongside Uraraka, Iida, Tsuyu and Todoroki. At one point, though, Izuku rests alone on the green couch, honestly a little drained by all the energy today, given the yelling and cursing that persists in what should’ve been a good time.
As his head is stuck in his thoughts, Izuku jolts when someone reaches him in the almost untouched spot.
“Hey, Midoriya! What’s up, man?”
Kirishima grins at him. His usually spiky hair is down today (a detail Izuku strives not to stare at for too long, because that’s creepy).
“K-Kirishima-kun! Hi!” Izuku stammers.
“You partied a lot?”
Izuku laughs shyly, “Yeah, had plenty of cake.”
“That’s the spirit,” Kirishima smiles. “Mind if I take a break with you?”
“A-Ah, sure. I mean, you can sit! Feel free to!”
His red-haired friend sits close to him, maybe… a little too close, the other notes. Izuku holds his cup of now-warm soda, playing with it nervously. Kirishima’s enthusiasm and passion honestly still catch him off guard. At first, Izuku thought he’d be… different. Spiky hair, red eyes, sharp teeth…
Instead, Kirishima turned out to be one of the sweetest and brightest people Izuku has ever known. He brings a lot of spirit to their class.
(And now that Izuku knows, Kirishima does look a lot more friendly and… cute.)
“… Midoriya, you’re looking kind of red…”
Izuku’s green eyes enlarge comically, cheeks burning.
“GAH! I-It’s nothing, Kirishima-kun! It’s just- h-hot in here, isn’t it?” Izuku ignores the fact they’re all wearing sweaters in this chilly night; but he supposes Kirishima does it as well, since he doesn’t touch on it.
If anything, the redhead smiles at him fondly.
(For the love of All Might, it’s too breathtaking.)
Izuku finds some ease, though, in his friend’s heat next to him. Kirishima’s presence is solid and stable like his quirk, but soft and gentle all at same. It perfectly encapsulates who Kirishima is, as a hero and a person.
Still, the freckled boy can’t help but wonder why Kirishima has decided to join him. Izuku is not doing anything particularly interesting. They’re not talking… but it’s not awkward, either.
Regardless, Izuku’s peace is disturbed yet again by Katsuki’s yelling bursts, his steaming hands felt from far away. As always, it’s just Sero, Kaminari and Ashido having fun with him.
Before Izuku can dive in his terrified relief, he’s reminded of the fact Kirishima is next to him, and maybe watching him as well.
“You okay?”
“Y-Yeah! Yeah… Kacchan’s enthusiasm is…” Izuku gulps, “a little too much sometimes.”
“Oh.” Kirishima sounds a little suspicious, but he quickly resumes his smiley nature. “Man, tell me about it,” he jokes.
Izuku holds his plastic cup tighter, refraining himself from tearing it apart and spilling all the soda on the floor.
“I can tell he’s having fun, at least,” Izuku analyzes. “He really likes you guys.”
“Yeah…” Kirishima pauses, only to laugh nervously, “he doesn’t really know how to show that, though.”
(Izuku recalls all the punches to Kirishima’s stony hair, and the insults Katsuki throws at him on a daily basis.)
“At least he likes you, Kirishima-kun,” Izuku reassures him in a lighthearted tone. “Kacchan was never happy with me.”
Admittedly, he hasn’t quite thought over these words – nor was he expecting Kirishima’s concerned gaze, his fondness of Katsuki gone.
“What do you mean?” The red-haired boy inquires.
“Ah, you know…” Izuku clears his throat, as his other classmates party and pay them no mind. “Kacchan’s called me weak since we were kids. He’s always been competitive, and- since my quirk took a while to show up”�� he gulps due to the weight of the lie —“we were never…” he trails off, really not wanting to give more details.
“… you were never friends?” Kirishima completes.
Izuku swallows the bitter taste in his mouth and silently shakes his head.
“B-But it’s okay, though! We’re good now,” he tries to convince his friend (… and himself). “I just have to stay away from him because- you know how he is. But he’s got you guys as friends, so I know he’s happy.”
Kirishima looks away, thoughtful. He doesn’t seem entirely relieved by his words. Izuku suddenly feels the need to escape – what has he done?
“I- I need to go to the restroom!” He jumps from the sofa before Kirishima stops him.
Izuku is in such a rush that he doesn’t realize Katsuki is in his way.
“Oi!” Katsuki snaps. His eyes are immediately spiteful. “Deku…”
“K-KACCHAN! SORRY!!” Izuku runs even faster – how embarrassing.
“Get in my way again and I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Bakugo, chill,” Izuku hears Kaminari say nonchalantly.
This is his reality.
He’s happy with it. He is.
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Everything was fine. Truly. Izuku has no idea what he did wrong.
(He’s never known, beside having no quirk in the past.)
They were training at the gym, outside of class time. Izuku tends to train on his own, but lately he’s been sparring with Kirishima, whose quirk helps with more physical attacks. It also helps Kirishima’s special technique in return.
Basically, Izuku and some of his classmates were going for a break, to drink water and eat whatever strengthens their quirks (like Sato having to eat more sugar). On his way, Izuku passed by Katsuki, who’s literally never in a good mood.
“Deku.”
“S-Sorry, Kacchan! You can go ahead!”
“As if I’ll fucking do what you say,” Katsuki bumps his arm into Izuku, hard, as he mutters in his breath, “shitty nerd.”
Izuku gulped and said nothing else.
(The freckled teen strived to not let One for All concentrate in his clenched fists.)
So, when everyone is gathered, chatting with one another, Izuku is admittedly distant from them. Katsuki would glare at him every now and then just for existing, no matter how far he was.
That’s the reason Izuku refuses to train with all of them when Kirishima suggests. Izuku tells them he’d be on his own again – his tone maybe too tight and serious. His classmates don’t question it, despite their concerned looks. Izuku tries to avoid Kirishima’s in particular – because he loves spending time with them, with him, he really does but…
“Yeah, leave Deku,” Katsuki voices in opposition, “it’s better than dealing with a dead weight.”
“Yikes, Bakugo! That’s really uncalled for!” Kaminari protests.
“I know you guys are rivals, but that’s too much, don’t you think?” Sero scolds.
Izuku stares at Katsuki, ignoring his classmates’ statements. Izuku stares deep into his red eyes: unlike Kirishima’s, they’re dreadful, have been since they were only five. He has the same superior stance and tone. Katsuki is the exact same person as the senseless bully that told Izuku to kill himself not too long ago.
The green-haired teenager’s look becomes intense. Furious. The kind of fury that doesn’t always show, because everything is bound to fall apart.
Even when his eyes avert from Katsuki, that’s what ultimately happens.
“Oi, fucking look at me!”
Despite Katsuki’s terrifying rage, Izuku defies.
“Why should I?” He mumbles, his voice gradually raising and deepening, “I can’t even exist near you.”
“What did you fucking say?”
Izuku’s hands clench into tight fists, glowing with One for All. His green eyes sparkle with intensity and ferocity.
“You heard me, Katsuki.”
The atmosphere is instantly changed.
“H-Hey guys, come on, don’t fight!...” Sero chuckles nervously, only to be pushed away by powerful hands.
Katsuki rages and advances, raising his arm.
Although he can defend himself, Izuku can only brace for the impact.
(It’s what he can do. The anticipation. The acceptance. He’s always expecting a blast to his face, and the reminder that he’ll never be good enough. No matter how hard he tries, whether or not he has a quirk; nothing matters to Katsuki, as long as Izuku stops existing.)
Izuku waits.
But it never comes.
No. He hears the explosion blocked by something hard – hard like a rock. And once Izuku looks up, he covers his mouth to contain a gasp.
“What the hell is your problem?!” Kirishima screams, arms together like a shield, the sharp skin scratched by the burnings of Katsuki’s hands.
Katsuki himself is also shocked for a moment. For one, nobody else has ever dared to get in the way of his attacks, either because they’re too scared of him… or they don’t fear him enough to stop him. But most importantly, Kirishima has never stood up to Katsuki. Kirishima has endured his insults, sure, but he’s never defied him in an actual fight.
“Get out of the way, Kirishima,” Katsuki warns him. “I won’t hesitate to break your face in fucking pieces!”
“Then DO IT! I DON’T CARE!” Kirishima roars. He’s never sounded this angry. “I won’t let you break Midoriya EVER AGAIN!”
Izuku can’t move. He can’t say a word.
Katsuki is about to hit Kirishima again without any remorse, only for Sero to hold him back with as many tapes as he can make. Sato, Shoji and Koda help, while Kaminari tries to calm Kirishima down, which has zero effect.
“You’re not a man, Bakugo! You’re a goddamn abuser!” Kirishima points at him. “And abusers ARE NOT MY FRIENDS!”
“Dude, stop! You’re going to make it worse!” Kaminari scolds him, whereas Katsuki has already reduced himself to incomprehensible, enraged noises. Jiro might even rush to call Aizawa-sensei to hold both Katsuki and Kirishima back.
In spite of all the rage he must be feeling, Kirishima still stands protectively in front of Izuku, instinctively approaching him every time Katsuki threatens to break free and come after them.
Regardless, Izuku can still do nothing.
Nothing at all.
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As expected, Katsuki and Kirishima are suspended for days – similar to when Izuku was forced to fight his classmate a few months ago.
Uraraka and Todoroki stay with Izuku as they wait. Only Kirishima returns to the dorms for now. His friends initially don’t understand why he fought Katsuki, assuming he’d lost his calm for nothing.
Yet Kirishima answers to none of these questionings. The moment he finds Izuku, his look softens, and he rushes to check over him.
“Midoriya,” he whispers in concern, “are you okay?”
Izuku dumbly gazes at him in response, swallowing a gasp when he notices the damage that Katsuki’s explosion did to Kirishima’s face; even with Recovery Girl’s help, the painful scratches can still be seen.
“K-Kirishima-kun…” Izuku chokes with tears welling up in his eyes, and the many feelings and words he’s struggling to understand.
The boy isn’t sure how he should feel. He’s guilty for putting Kirishima in danger, and for ruining his friendship with Katsuki. But Izuku is also angry at Katsuki for not hesitating to hurt someone that cares so much for him. Izuku is furious that Katsuki hasn’t changed at all.
Even so, the freckled teen feels relief. That someone was there, that someone actually stepped up and defended him.
(That someone was his hero, differently from when All Might saved him from the slime monster.)
Izuku launches himself towards Kirishima, wrapping his shaking arms around him. He wants to say all of those things so badly, but he fails. Kirishima’s soft arms hold him back and caress him, fingers running through his messy green hair.
“It’s okay,” Kirishima whispers to him, and says those same words countless times. Izuku’s cries are muffled by his shirt.
It’s like everything else disappears, and it’s only Kirishima and Izuku in this world. Kirishima shields him from every insult, every kick, every punch and slap across his face and his ruptured heart. Kirishima embraces his scars and making sure to be there to tend to them.
Izuku can only cry.
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Later that night, Kirishima stays with Izuku in his dorm. It’s not like he can sleep with Katsuki’s room right next to his.
Izuku has already dried his eyes out of tears, and flooded Kirishima’s shirt as a result. Regardless, the two boys are glued to one another in Izuku’s bed, Kirishima rubbing his shoulders and the back of his neck. Izuku can’t help melting and clinging to him.
Even so, Izuku only has one question in mind.
“… Why did you do it?”
“He hurts you,” Kirishima answers simply.
Izuku gulps. “But he’s your friend…”
“I don’t think he was ever really my friend, Midoriya.”
Izuku pulls away to face him, the scratches in Kirishima’s face clearer than ever.
“I remember our first class with All Might. Bakugo wanted to kill you,” Kirishima harshly reminds, hands tighter on Izuku. “I knew there was something wrong with him, and yet I still went on to hang out with him. I admired his skills, I called him a man, I sacrificed everything to save his goddamn life because I cared about him. I… thought he was my friend.” He pauses. “Even when he called me Shitty Hair or hit me… I thought I could endure him – and maybe I did. But in the end, I ignored who he really was, and I let him hurt someone I care about for way too long.”
“No…” Izuku protests, “please don’t blame yourself! I was the one who—”
“Midoriya, you’re my friend. I knew Bakugo sucked, and even if he was my friend, I never did anything! And I’m really, really sorry.” Kirishima cups Izuku’s cheek with one of his hands. “I’m so sorry I ignored you. I promise you, I’m not enduring any of his shit anymore.”
Izuku gapes at him. “Kirishima-kun…”
“If he ‘cares’ about me, I don’t give a crap,” the red-eyed boy says firmly. “He sure as hell doesn’t respect me, only when I behave the way he wants. I don’t owe him anything, and I’m not standing around and letting him hurt me or my friends ever again.”
Maybe he should insist. Tell Kirishima that, if it weren’t for Izuku’s pathetic existence, his friendship with Katsuki wouldn’t have ended.
But Izuku doesn’t.
Because Kirishima is right.
Izuku’s hand touches his face, internally flinching when he feels the wounds caused by Katsuki.
“I just don’t want you to hurt because of me,” Izuku admits.
“Midoriya… nothing Bakugo does to me could ever hurt more than knowing he’s abused you for your whole life.”
Abuse. The same word he used for Katsuki earlier today.
“I’ll make sure he never hurts you again, okay?” Kirishima squeezes him. “I promise.”
Although he doesn’t literally say it, it’s clear to Izuku the love in his friend’s words.
The love in Kirishima’s smile whenever Izuku stutters and says a jumbled mess. The love in Kirishima’s concerned eyes when Izuku insists he’s okay when he isn’t. The love in his red eyes and words when Katsuki hurt him. The love in his touches, his soft hands protecting Izuku, understanding his scars.
Kirishima loves him. He really does.
Izuku bursts in tears again and Kirishima lets him, soothing him until the end.
#kirideku#midoriya izuku#kirishima eijiro#kirishima eijirou#bakugo katsuki#anti bakugou#fanfiction#my hero academia#lotus writes#abuse tw#bullying tw#long post
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NOW WE’RE SINKING
pairing: JJ Maybank x Female Pogue!Reader
summary: You and JJ have liked each other for ages, but neither of you want to admit it. It’s come to the point where you’ve had enough, and you know what could be the last straw - flirting with Rafe Cameron while JJ watches. This time, it might just lead to the conclusion you’ve been wanting.
word count: 2.9k
warnings: underage drinking, mild cursing
additional: angst with the slightest hint of smut; jealous!jj, possessive!jj.
written for a request
requests are open
As per usual, the Pogues throw one hell of a party, and already having had a drink or two, you are having the time of your life.
Next to you is Kiara, chatting to a girl she knows from high school. Both you and the other only female Pogue are wearing jean shorts and a bikini top, the choice that you matched right before going to the beach.
Since Kiara is busy, you walk over to where the boys are. Pope spots you first and he waves at you, offering you a drink straight from the keg.
You accept the drink with a smile. ‘What’s up, Pope?’
‘Oh, nothing much, just trying to get as far away from John B and Sarah as possible.’
‘They at it again?’
Pope nods and you see the tiredness on his face. You chuckle and lean to look past him, right where John B and Sarah are eating each other’s faces not twenty feet from you guys.
Poor Pope, you think.
‘Hey, at least we’ve got the keg.’
He grins and you click your cups, with Pope declaring it for John B and Sarah, but also JJ, who is ‘trying to mack on some Touron,’ as it turns out.
And true to his word, Pope nudges you slightly to the left. Far from you, too far to notice he’s being looked at, JJ is chatting with some random girl, throwing his head back in laughter. You take a big gulp of the beer in your hand, shaking your head.
‘Disgusting,’ you say.
‘Yeah,’ Pope agrees, ‘he needs to chill out. It’s like what, fifth girl in the past month?’
‘Seventh,’ you reply immediately.
You curse your tongue right after, because none of the other Pogues are paying that much attention to JJ’s antics, and you shouldn’t either. Thankfully, Pope doesn’t catch that, instead just shaking his head in disapproval.
You’re about to say something else—seeing JJ with other girls always gets you riled up—when you spot a familiar face approaching the bonfire, few groups of people away from where you’re standing. The keg is right in front of Pope and you know the boys are going to come here, and quickly, the idea forms in your mind.
Of course, it’s a drunken idea, but it’s enough to get your gears going.
‘Ugh, the Kooks,’ says Pope.
‘It’s all right. You can go to Kiara, I’ll handle them.’
Pope nods, but his eyebrows furrow and he hesitates before leaving. ‘You sure?’
‘It’s just Rafe and the boys,’ you say. ‘All talk, no action.’
‘Don’t do anything stupid.’
‘I promise.’
You’re alone at last, knowing within minutes, you’d be serving beer to the poshest of the Kooks. They’re taking their time getting to you, chatting to people on the way—they’re probably drunk enough already—and your eyes flicker to where JJ is.
He’s still sitting there, talking to the same girl, only now one of his arms is slung over her shoulders. You feel rage bubbling inside you – this is JJ, who is an extremely touchy and flirtatious person, even when he’s not necessarily intending to be. You know exactly what’s going through the girl’s head.
JJ Maybank is hot in a way that very few boys are. His demeanour screams adventure, breaking the rules, but it also screams kindness paired with a good time. Sure, you might be just one of the girls who fell for that, but he’s your best friend.
Plus, you know he has a thing for you, just as much as you have a thing for him. You see it when he looks at you, and you see his gaze linger on your body when you ask if the dress looks good on you, and you see him pay attention to what you look like in the swimming suit.
But he’s playing coy, and so are you. You don’t really know when this whole charade started – you’ve liked him for a long time now, but it’s difficult to say when things started getting heated between you two.
Now, seeing him laughing at whatever the girl is saying, remembering all the times you’d be in her position, away from all the Pogues, and neither of you would do anything—
‘Hey, Miss Pogue.’
In front of you, there’s Rafe with Topper and Kelce. He’s dressed in his prep clothing, as they all are, and the smirk on his face tells you he’s most definitely not sober.
‘Sup, Cameron?’
Rafe hands you a few bills. ‘Three.’
Your eyes glance to JJ, just for a second, and you catch him looking – Good, you think.
You fill up three cups with beer from the keg and hand them to the boys. It’s supposed to be nothing more than that, except your hand lingers a little when you’re handing Rafe his cup, and your fingers touch.
It’s nothing really noticeable, not to anyone else, but Rafe’s eyes find yours, almost questioning. All you do is smile and look away, before glancing back at him and finding him still fixed on you.
Your smile grows wider.
‘You coming, Rafe?’ Kelce asks.
Rafe doesn’t look away from you, hesitating. Then he turns to Kelce and says, ‘I’ll be with you in a sec.’
Topper and Kelce leave and Rafe comes closer to you. There’s no one wanting a beer at the moment and you’re thankful for that, because that means you won’t need to take your attention away from Rafe.
‘Hey,’ he says.
‘Hey.’
He grins, the classic Rafe Cameron smile that you’re sure has gotten him laid more than enough times. ‘You know, I thought all Pogues look like they came from dirt, but…damn.’
You giggle, feeling the heat of JJ’s gaze on you, even if the only thing you want to do is slap Rafe’s face.
Or not; not really.
Here’s the thing with Rafe: he’s a challenge. It’s well known that Rafe has a very specific type of girls he likes, and how he likes them, and a lot of the girls can only dream of being with him. Deep down, you’ve always wondered if you’d be someone he’d consider.
There were times when you thought, if Rafe was interested in you, you might actually be interested in him, too. But now you’re talking and he’s somehow even more annoying and pretentious, unaware of how much of a dick he’s being, and all you can think about is JJ and his arm around that girl.
You glance over, at him, as Rafe is telling you something. He’s sitting with the girl and he’s laughing, and he’s not looking at you anymore, but you know he cares.
The fact that he isn’t looking is saying more than him looking would.
Fine, you think, so be it.
Contrary to your expectations, you spend quite some time with Rafe. He’s a chatty person, but only when it comes to things that are about him, and you listen while half being literally anywhere else. But you like the idea that someone with Rafe’s reputation thinks he can get into your panties, and you like that you’re probably pissing off JJ in the worst way possible.
It might be the alcohol in you, maybe the challenge and the newfound courage (and a little bit of being pissed of with the fact that JJ is still with that girl), but you put your hand on Rafe’s arm as you laugh along to whatever he said.
He looks at you with yet another smirk on your face, and you can tell he’s going to go in for a kiss, soon.
You glance at where JJ is sitting, and you see him, alone at last.
Come on already, you think. I know you’re jealous.
JJ is aware of the game both of you are playing just as much as you are, you are certain of that. He’s taken it further by actually getting with girls, but there’s a difference between JJ sleeping with tourists who none of you are going to see ever again, and you flirting with the Kook Prince right in front of everybody.
Not to mention that JJ and Rafe are sworn enemies, for what it’s worth.
Now, JJ is seething. He’s staring at you and Rafe and you don’t need to see him up close to know that his body is tense, his jaw clenched, and his fingers forming fists.
That’s hot.
You compare it in your head – Rafe has been trying to seduce you for the past twenty minutes, unsuccessfully, and all it took was one glance at JJ being pissed off at you spending time with Rafe to get you to feel something.
‘How come you’re at a Pogue party?’ you ask Rafe.
He grins, putting an arm around your shoulder. ‘Heard there’s pretty girls on this side of the island.’
You laugh. ‘Hm, I can’t say you’ve heard wrong.’
‘You think so?’
‘Maybe.’ You look into his eyes, as his lips, then you look at JJ – but he’s not there. ‘Hey, I forgot my friends asked me to check up on them. I’ll be right back.’
Rafe doesn’t protest and you know it’s because he doesn’t believe anyone would really turn him down. He’s got a reputation and it’s quite a nice one – too bad for him, you don’t care about. There’s only one person whose reputation you care about, and you have no clue where he is.
Moments after leaving your chat partner, you catch Pope chatting to Kiara. You walk up to them, a drink in your hand.
‘Have either of you seen JJ?’
Kiara shakes her head. ‘Why are you with Rafe?’
You turn to answer, but Pope does it for you. ‘She’s trying to get JJ jealous.’
‘No, that’s not–’
‘Look,’ Pope says, ‘just get it over with. I’m tired of you two doing whatever it takes to get the other jealous. Just… I don’t know, bang it out, or whatever.’
You swallow the gulp in your throat – what the fuck do I do? – as both Pope and Kiara start to laugh. They reassure you it’s not a big deal, they’ve all known for ages, and the only annoying thing is that you’re both actually sticking to the no-Pogue-on-Pogue-macking rule and in turn making the sexual tension between you two unbearable.
‘Rules are meant to be broken,’ Kiara tells you. ‘We weren’t supposed to be involved with the Kooks, and look at John B.’
That’s exactly what you do, and regret it instantly. He’s still making out with Sarah, not exactly in front of everybody, but clearly in everybody’s line of sight. Sometimes you think they’re doing it because of Topper; sometimes you just envy them with how open they can be about their feelings.
‘Y/N,’ Pope says, ‘go find JJ.’
And that’s exactly what you do.
It’s not the easiest thing to decide to leave Rafe to his own dealings, knowing he’ll probably have a vendetta against you too, now, but you also know there’s a high chance he will just get with some other girl and forget about you in the morning.
Instead, you focus your attention in finding the boy you actually like, even if the alcohol in your veins is making it a little difficult.
You stumble a bit, but not enough for others to notice. Going through the crowd is quite annoying and you’re beginning to feel bitter when you realise JJ isn’t where he was sitting earlier. You’ve got no clue where he is.
You should go look for him, and a part of you wishes you’d do that, but you’re just tired. It’s been months of you and him playing the stupid game, pretending neither of you cares about the other, when everyone around you can tell that’s as far from the truth as it can get.
Why are you even doing it? You realise you can’t remember, and it only makes you huff.
‘Rafe Cameron? Seriously?’
You didn’t even notice JJ sit down next to you, but he’s here now. You look at him and see that he’s annoyed with the situation, but so are you.
‘What, are you about to tell me who I am and who I’m not allowed to talk to?’
‘Rafe’s a dickhead, Y/N,’ JJ tells you. He looks away, huffing. ‘You should know better than that.’
You roll your eyes. Usually, you’re quite okay at tolerating the tension between you two, but not tonight.
Tonight, you’re absolutely failing.
‘God, JJ, get a grip,’ you say. ‘I’m tired.’
‘You’re tired.’
‘Yes, I’m tired.’
You look at him and you finally take him in – he’s wearing a button-up shirt that’s completely unbuttoned, and the wind is giving you an even clearer view of his torso. His blonde hair is all spiked up and you try to get the imagine of that Touron girl running her fingers through it out of your head, but you can’t.
You look at JJ, and all you can think of is him being with someone else.
How does it end?
‘Please don’t tell me you made out with her,’ you say.
He chuckles, but he doesn’t smile. ‘What’s wrong with that?’
‘What’s wrong with me talking to Rafe?’
Neither of you say anything, and a part of you wonders if you’ve crossed the line, but mostly, you’re beyond giving a fuck. You want to turn around to JJ, to tell him that you’ve had enough, that this—whatever it between you two—can’t go on, but you don’t.
You just sigh, and lean into him.
He’s taken aback, you can tell, but he wraps his arms around you almost instantly. They’re warm around you, and you next your head in the crook of his neck, and as soon as he rests his chin on the top of your head, you know this is where home is.
So you say, ‘I’m sorry.’
JJ rubs your shoulders, soothingly. ‘Me, too.’
You look at the bonfire, at all the people, at Rafe talking to someone else, at the rest of the Pogues pretending not to look at the two of you, and you close your eyes.
‘I’m just tired of this,’ you tell him, quietly.
‘Do you want to go back to the Chateau, to talk?’
‘That’d be nice.’
And that’s exactly what you do. JJ gives you one last squeeze before letting go of you, but not completely – his hand lingers on yours, and you take him. Screw the rules, holding someone’s hand isn’t that big of a deal.
The two of you walk to the Chateau and it’s quiet in front of the marsh. He wants to go inside, but you make him stay outside, in the open space. The hammocks have always been big enough for two, but now that you’re sitting next to one another, looking out to the dark ocean, it seems all too small.
It’s JJ, and he’s not going to say anything, so you grow a pair and go first. ‘I knew you wouldn’t like me talking to Rafe.’
‘Is that why you talked to him?’
You nod, not looking at him, even if you can already tell by his voice that he knows the answer.
His arm is around your shoulder, the way it was with the Touron girl, but it doesn’t feel the same. It never feels the same when he’s with you – it’s as if he’s not just resting his arm, but pulling you closer, into him, and you let him.
He plays with your hair, twirling it around his finger. You lean against his shoulder, again.
‘I’m tired, JJ. I don’t want to pretend anymore,’ you confess. ‘Everyone knows, anyway.’
JJ doesn’t say anything so you move away from him, just enough to be able to look at him. His face is turned away from you, but you see him biting his lip, and his fingers are still drawing circles on your shoulders.
‘JJ,’ you say.
He looks at you. You see the hunger in his eyes, the jealousy, the despair – all the same feelings that are brewing within you.
You lean closer to him, glancing at his lips. ‘How about you kiss me already?’
He does, and it’s chaste at first, nothing like you imagine. His lips are soft against yours and moving slowly, cautiously, until you open your mouth and deepen the kiss. His hands are on your waist and your are in his hair and he’s pushing you down on the hammock, climbing on top of you, and you’re experiencing every since feeling in the world.
Hunger, most of all, and anger at not having done this before. His hands are travelling across your body and you’re tugging at his hair, and the kiss is better than anything you could’ve imagined – this is years of pent up emotions on both ends.
In the end, you’re both panting, out of breath, and he rests his forehead against yours.
He chuckles, and you begin laughing, too.
‘Can’t believe I spent years trying to keep myself from doing this,’ JJ whispers, giving you a chaste kiss. ‘What a fool I was.’
‘You and me both, babe.’
He kisses you again, and it’s not long before you’re finally catching up on years’ worth of repressing your emotions, making each other jealous – and you can’t believe what it took to get here was flirting with Rafe fucking Cameron.
Well, he might not be a total waste of space after all.
#outer banks#obx#jj maybank#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank imagine#outer banks fic#obx fic#obx imagine#outer banks imagine#rafe cameron#pope heyward#my fic#my imagine#jj imagine#requested
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We’re Tired of Him
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Wally interrupts game night.
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We’re Tired of Him (part 2)
Dick stared at the cards in front of him, eyes tentatively drifting to Tim and Jason.
Jason’s brows were furrowed before he slowly put down a +4, cheekily grinning at Tim. “I choose red.”
Tim’s face was blank, eyes switching from the stack of cards on the table to the ones that he was holding. In the end, he gave Dick a mischievous grin, putting down another +4. “I want green.”
Dick groaned and the cave was filled with his brothers’ laughter, they gave each other a high five while Dick grabbed 8 cards from the deck.
“You guys are cheating.” he accused.
Jason shrugged and Tim raised an eyebrow, neither one saying anything.
Jason had five cards left and Tim had three. Dick would be winning if it wasn’t for that stupid +8 trick they pulled off.
He put down a green card, leaving him with nine cards.
“Uno,” Tim called out, not flinching when Dick glared at him.
No one said anything for a few seconds until Dick’s voice cut through the silence. “I don’t want to play anymore.”
Tim gaped at him, “That’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair is the fact that the two of you are conspiring against me.”
“We are not!”
“Are too.”
“Are not.”
“Are too!”
“Jason, tell Dick that we weren’t cheating.”
Jason stared back at the two of them, unimpressed. “We weren’t cheating.”
Tim gave him a victorious look. As if he was trying to say, see. Jason agrees that we weren’t cheating, so we obviously aren’t cheating.
“That doesn’t prove anything.” Dick cried out, “Why would Jason admit that you guys were cheating?”
Jason frowned, “Are you accusing me of lying?”
“Yes!”
“That’s not very nice of you, Dickie.”
“I don’t care if it’s not nice of me. You’re cheating and I don’t want to play with a bunch of cheaters.”
Laughter filled the air and Dick turned towards it, launching himself towards the intruder.
Behind him, Tim took a defensive position, bo staff in his hand and Jason had his guns out, ready to shoot the intruder.
With rubber bullets, of course.
The intruder groaned in pain, “Well, at least I know that it doesn’t matter how old you are. You’re still a very sore loser.”
Dick glanced down, getting off the person when he realized who it was. “Sorry, Wally.” he apologized, offering his hand to pull the red-head up.
Tim frowned, “What are you doing here?”
“Yeah,” Dick added on. “Didn’t you guys have a mission or something?”
Wally sped over to the closest chair and sat on it, “Yeah, but we finished it pretty quickly.”
Wally’s eyes were focused on his hands and Tim followed the speedster’s gaze, noticing how they seemed to fidget.
Tim inwardly frowned, was there a problem or something. Everyone in the Justice League knew that the Batcave was off limits. And even then, they didn’t make an effort to try and enter it.
Wally was lucky that Dick was here or else Batman would’ve had to deal with him.
Thankfully, Jason spoke up, “There better be an emergency or something cause it's game night. And you just interrupted it.”
Wally opened his mouth, “You know Damian right?”
Tim stared at Wally, “Yeah, we know Damian. He’s our brother, you idiot.”
“No- I mean- like- I-“ Wally sighed, “I know he’s your brother, it’s just-“ he groaned, “I don’t know how to explain it.”
Tim wanted to groan as well. This was supposed to be game night. A bonding experience. He didn’t want to talk about Damian.
He would be lying if he said that he still didn’t harbor a grudge against the youngest member of the Wayne family.
When Jason tried to kill him, he was under the influence of the Lazarus Pit. And afterward, he apologized to Tim.
As far as Tim knew, Damian wasn’t under the influence of anything. All Damian said was something about how Tim wasn’t worthy of becoming the Wayne heir and tried to slice him with a sword.
Bruce said that he had a talk with Damian about it but the brat never apologized, so Tim hasn’t forgiven him.
Dick’s voice snapped Tim out of his thoughts, “Did Damian do something again?”
“Kind of.” Wally waved it off, “He was just acting like- well, himself.”
Tim winced, that was still pretty bad.
“What did he do?”
“It’s not important.”
“It must be pretty important if you risked going to the Batcave.” Jason pointed out.
“That’s actually not why I’m here.”
It was Jason’s turn to frown. None of this shit was making sense.
He knew that he should’ve just stayed with Roy.
Jason was under the impression that they would be playing games. You know, hanging out, making a mess, being forced to bond like brothers and all that shit.
He didn’t want to talk about the demon brat.
And if anyone asked, the answer was yes. He was still mad at the little Christmas gift Damian got him last Christmas.
What the fuck gave the kid the idea to give Jason a crowbar as a gift?
Jason still had nightmares about his death. The crowbar did nothing but made those horrors come more often every night.
He fought off the shiver that threatened to make its way upon his body.
“If you weren’t here to talk about the demon, then what did you want to talk about?”
Wally faced them, “You wouldn’t happen to know a way to get the bra- Damian to relax would you?”
Jason heard Tim snort at the question, “Trust me. If we knew a permanent way to get Damian to stop being so uptight, we would’ve used it by now.”
He studied the speedster, narrowing his eyes when Wally started to avoid their gaze.
“Wally,” Dick was using his i-am-the-leader-so-you-have-to-listen-to-me voice. “What are you trying to say?”
“I mean, what if we get him drunk.”
Jason blinked, “You want to get Damian drunk.”
When Wally nodded, Jason continued, practically yelling. “Why the fuck would you want to get Damian drunk? He’s gonna kill you.”
Tim shook his head, his mind already coming up with a million scenarios of how this would end up. “How did you even come up with the idea that getting Damian drunk would help him relax?”
“Getting him drunk won’t help him relax at all.” Jason pointed out, “It’ll probably only make him even more uptight and paranoid.”
Jason’s blue eyes glinted with something Tim couldn’t decipher, “Unless that’s not what you’re after. You want to get the brat drunk for another reason.”
Wally nervously nodded, “You caught me. Well us- I guess. The team and I wanted your permission to get Damian drunk so that we can learn more about him and gain blackmail material on him.”
Tim froze, mouth open in shock.
That was a lot of information.
Dick sat down, his head beginning to hurt.
He could see the appeal in learning more about Damian. He’s been living in the manor for around two years now and they still don’t know much about him.
If Damian opens up about his past, then it’ll be easier for the family to help him. It’ll be nice for Damian to start getting comfortable with people. After all, that was the whole reason that Bruce signed him up for school.
And who knows, maybe his baby bird could make a new friend or two. Cause Dick knows full well that he doesn’t have any at the moment.
The cave was engulfed with silence, except for the sound of Wally’s feet nervously tapping the floor.
In the end, the speedster himself was the one who cut through it. “So…” Wally’s voice trailed off, “Do I have your permission?”
Tim’s eyes were focused on the ground. “I don’t care what you do to the brat but I want to be in the tower when it happens.”
Wally smirked, nodding in acceptance. “Deal,” he turned to the others “What about you guys?”
Dick shifted uncomfortably in the chair, his back was stiff and Tim could see how conflicted his eyes were. With a little bit of probing, he knew that he could convince his oldest brother to agree to Wally’s demands.
“Come on Dick,” Tim said, his lips tugging upwards. “Aren’t you even remotely curious about what Damian will say?”
When Dick doesn’t answer, Tim continued. “You know that Damian has a hard time with, um, interacting with people. This is probably the only way we’ll get him to open up.”
He could see the gears turning in Dick’s head and Tim realized that he was so close. All he had to do was push a little more.
“Doesn’t Damian deserve it? Damian deserves people who understand him. People that’ll be there for him. Hasn’t Talia fucked up his life enough?”
Dick clenched his fists at the mention of the Al Ghul, “Fine.” He spat out, “But only because Damian needs this.”
Tim raised an eyebrow at him, not believing a word. “Alright.”
Dick wasn’t stupid. He knew that Tim was trying to manipulate him into agreeing. But it also doesn’t change the fact that his brother was right.
Talia did mess up Damian’s life. She was the reason that he hasn’t opened up to anyone yet. Why he was treated like such an outcast with the other capes.
If all Dick had to do was get his little brother drunk, then he would do it.
Tim turned to his predecessor, “And you Jason?” he asked. His head was tilted innocently but his eyes were calculating him.
Jason knew he would be outnumbered if he disagreed. It also doesn’t help that Tim had his I-can-get-you-to-agree-with-anything-face on.
He groaned in defeat, burying his face with his hands. He knew that he should’ve stayed with Roy tonight. After this, he would never go to a game night again.
He looked at Tim’s determined face and sighed, “I’m not gonna be able to stop any of you anyway. I’m in as well.” his lips formed a smirk, “It won’t hurt to gain blackmail material on the brat.”
Damian better watch out because the next time he puts a crowbar underneath his pillow, Jason was gonna send the video of him being drunk out of his mind to everyone that he was in contact with.
Jason knows that Tim would help him.
“So you all agree?”
“Yes.”
“You’re agreeing to getting your brother drunk.”
“Yes.”
“Huh, okay. Great.”
Wally’s face turns mischievous and it reminds Dick of when they were kids. Back when they just started with the whole vigilante thing.
“So are you guys free for the rest of the night?”
“Wait,” realization hit Tim like the brick that Steph threw at him. “You guys are planning on doing this tonight?”
Wally nods, “Well, yeah. The sooner the better you know?”
“And when exactly did you guys come up with this plan?”
Wally rubbed the back of his neck, “Like about two hours ago? We were just talking and it escalated from there.”
Tim doesn’t know how you can go from talking to conspiring an idea on getting a teammate drunk. At least, not unless-
“You know, you can admit that you were talking about Damian.” Tim leaned forward, “You guys aren’t the only ones that talk badly about him.”
“Tim!” Dick cried incredulously, “You shouldn’t talk about Damian like that.”
He shrugged in response, “You do it too.” he said, “Remember when you first met him?”
He felt his face turning red and he turned away from Tim, hoping he wouldn’t see his face. “That was a long time ago.”
“You were also complaining about him yesterday.”
“I was not.”
“Was too.”
Tim folded his arms, “So you’re a sore loser and a liar.”
Dick fought hard to suppress a groan, “You guys were cheating.” he cried out. “I don’t play with cheaters.”
Jason faced Wally. “What they’re trying to say is that yes. We’re all free tonight.”
Wally smiled brightly. “I knew that you guys would be okay with this.”
Jason nodded, deciding he should be nice for once and not point out how Wally pale and nervous the speedster was before he asked the question.
For someone with super speed, Wally took way too long to get to the point.
He could see why he was friends with Dick.
“You know,” Wally’s tone got Dick’s attention. It was the one he always used where he wanted to embarrass someone. And Dick was usually the target. “I remember you hacking the Mario Kart back when we used to play.”
“Did I?” he put on his best confused face, “I don’t remember that ever happening.”
Dick definitely remembered that happening. He beat a speedster at a racing game. Hacked or not, he was still the winner.
Tim pointed an accusatory finger at him, “I knew it. You’re the cheater.”
Jason shook his head in agreement, “Dickface over here has the biggest competitive streak. Remember when he put the steak in his shorts just so he could prove to everyone that he was Titus’s favorite?”
Dick forced a frown on his face, “Funny thing is, I don’t remember that happening. At all.”
“That took place two days ago!”
“I have bad memory…?” he meekly offered.
Tim scoffed, “We’re never having a game night with you again.”
“You say that every week.” Jason pointed out.
“Well, I’m serious this time.”
“Uh-huh.”
Tim didn’t like the amount of attention that was now focused on him so he turned to Wally, “So how are we going to get Damian drunk?”
“We were just gonna spike his drink.”
Tim swore, “You can’t just spike Damian’s drink. He’s gonna figure out that you guys are acting weird and realize what you’re doing.”
Wally fidgeted under Tim’s scrutinizing gaze, “Well what do you suggest we do?”
Tim smirked and Dick swears that the room just got colder.
“The kid is pretty much a prodigy at everything vigilante related thanks to his training, but he sucks at socializing.”
“Well, yeah. Isn’t that why we want to get him drunk?” Wally asked, not seeing the point in what Tim is trying to see.
Tim answered the redhead's question with a “Well, yes.” before continuing at his attempt to tell everyone his plan.
“But what I’m trying to say is that we can overwhelm him. Me and Jason will help set everything up in the tower and Dick will bring Damian there.”
“So we’re throwing a party?”
Tim furrowed his eyebrows, “I mean, if that’s what you want to call it, then yes.”
It was Dick’s turn to frown, “Why do I have to be the one to bring him in?”
“Cause he likes you better than any of us.”
“But still,” Dick groaned. “It’s gonna be so hard to convince him.”
“That sounds more like a you problem than it sounds like an us problem.”
“This is unfair.”
“Call it paying me and Jason back for accusing us of cheating.”
Before Dick could reply, Wally sped away, taking his brothers with him. And before he could even blink, they disappeared via zeta tube.
They left Dick alone in the cave, with the board games still out.
He rolls his eyes in annoyance, mumbling under his breath as he cleaned up the mess.
“Who gave Bruce the idea to adopt more children past me. If he wanted more children, why couldn’t he make sure that he got the ones that cleaned up after themselves and didn’t cheat while playing UNO.”
He huffed, proud of himself when he accomplished the task.
Now all he had to do was convince Damian to come back to the Titans’ tower so that they could help him.
How hard could that be?
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note: okay, I reread this whole series so that I could get inspired to write this chapter. And can I just say, my writing was not as bad as I thought it was. Like I’m actually pretty proud of myself.
That was really random but yeah.
(like I always ask, please comment any ideas, feedback, and criticism that you have. i love reading them. Oh! and if you see any spelling errors, please tell me. I don't have a beta reader so I mostly miss those things.)
#batfam#batfam angst#Damian Wayne#Damian Wayne Robin#Damian wayne angst#Titans#robin#wally west ii#DC#Teen Titans#angst#damian wayne fanfiction#damian wayne fanfic#Damian Wayne deserves better#batman#batman fanfiction#batman fandom#Jason Todd#dick grayson#Tim Drake#Damian Wayne needs a hug#Damian Wayne needs love#his family won't give it to him#poor thing
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