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fangswbenefits · 9 months

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Discovery

Summary: Miguel tries to fix the damage of his obsession for you, only to discover a secret you’ve been keeping that will change everything…

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

Word count: 3k

18+. Miguel POV. Obsessed and jealous Miguel. Inexperienced/In*ocent/V*rgin reader. Mast*rbation. Voye*rism (have to thank this anon).

Part 1 (if you’re just starting out) - Previous Part

Miguel O’Hara took pride in being able to keep his emotions at check.

For the most part, at least.

But when it came to you, he constantly found his reason at war with his feelings.

The way you were eyeing him expectantly, made his stomach flip.

“Is there something wrong?”

Many things.

For once, he didn’t want to lie to you. However, he dreaded what might happen in case he told you the truth.

Shaking his head, he took your pad in his hands, and glanced over at his watch.

100%

He wanted to just open the file and finally know who this Tom individual was, but he could see a faint frown settle on your face.

“Why can’t I have access to the settings?” you asked, coming to stand by his side to glare at the lit up screen.

He really didn’t want to lie.

“I needed to adjust the prototype first, before giving you full access,” he managed to say.

Great, Miguel.

Your eyes moved to glare at him. “You could have informed me of that.”

He could only nod, he tapped and scrolled through the interface, overriding the block he had placed on it a couple of days ago.

You didn’t seem upset in the slightest. If anything, it you seemed… tired? Sleepy?

“It’s done,” Miguel said, handing the pad back to you. “The interference was probably a mic, by the way.”

As you fought back a yawn, your face twisted into confusion. “A mic?”

Miguel was trying to play it casually, hoping that it would be enough to deflect this issue altogether.

But you… you were not easily detracted.

“Why is there a mic in my suit?”

His heart rate had nearly doubled, and he felt his sweat grow cold as your gaze intensified.

Then, he saw you straighten up as if hit by a sudden realisation.

“You… don’t trust me?” your voice was but a whisper and you started backing away from him. “You’re spying on me?”

Somehow, the conclusion you had drawn was almost as appalling as the truth.

“No! That is not why.”

“Then why?”

Miguel pressed his lips together, and you took his silence as an answer.

“Oh… you really don’t trust me, do you?” you went on, tears welling in your eyes. “I mean… Jessica did tell me you were against me joining Spider Society… I just… thought she wasn’t being serious…”

Miguel stepped closer, feeling a surge of indignation. “That was before I realised your potential!”

You blinked your tears away angrily. “You’re not even denying it.”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “I had my doubts at first, yes. Your inexperience, for example. But Jess quickly convinced me to take you in,” he continued, knowing that he sounded desperate at this point. “You are a very talented spider, and I realised that nearly right away.”

Then your eyes widened all of a sudden as if you had just realised something daunting.

Miguel felt his stomach flip, already anticipating more something much worse.

“Oh… oh… you — you sent Jessica to my dimension because of Tom…” you said, visibly shaken. “He’s subject A. You… you… woah!”

Miguel felt control slip through his fingers with each accusation you threw at him.

There was no point denying it, and he didn’t want to lie to you. If anything, he only sought to do damage control.

But your usual calm and sweet demeanor had long vanished.

“Who do you think Tom is?” you said between gritted teeth, clenching your fists at your sides. “Some… some secret weapon against Spider Society? Is that it?”

It was evident from your reaction that he clearly wasn’t that.

“Listen, I d-”

But you immediately cut him off, tears streaking down your face. “You want to know who he really is? Do you?”

In truth, he did. However, not at the expense of your emotional stability. Not like this. Everything was going sideways and he felt petrified.

“You don’t have to.”

“I’ll tell you!” you spat, hurt swelling in your voice. “Three days after I got bitten by that spider, I was struggling to get the hang of all the changes.” You began pacing nervously around the room, no longer looking at him. “I was heading toward a robbery site and… Tom was there… the criminals had dynamite and were threatening to blow up the building,” your voice cracked momentarily and you took a deep breath before continuing. “In an effort to get him out of there, I shot my web at his chest, but lost control and balance, and sent him flying across the street as the explosives went off…”

Miguel could only stare from a distance, feeling the frustration in your words.

You halted and glared at him, lips quivering and more tears spilling. “Tom broke his arm and suffered a serious concussion. Because of me.”

He opened his mouth to offer words of comfort, but decided not to interrupt.

“I grew up with Tom. He is — was my best friend,” you sniffled, lowering you gaze. “I even had feelings for him at one point, which was ridiculous… he was too good for me, anyway.”

Miguel took a few steps in your direction, wanting to convince you otherwise, but you immediately retreated away from him.

“Thankfully, he managed to fully recover. No one found out it had been me who caused it in the first place… everyone just assumed it happened because of the explosion…” you mumbled, before crossing your arms and hugging yourself, showing him you had done this multiple times before in search for comfort. “And I was a coward… I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth… so I removed myself from his life.”

A tense silence followed.

Nothing could have prepared Miguel for this revelation, and he couldn’t help but to feel a wave of sympathy for you wash down on him.

You then eyed him. “I don’t want your pity. I deserve this. I was never a decent spider-woman and-”

He quickly stopped you. “That is absolutely not true and you are not a coward.”

“Oh, but I am. When Jessica approached me with the offer to join you, I didn’t even think twice,” you confessed. “I’d do anything to spend as much time away from my dimension as possible.”

“You still perform your duties, as far as I know,” he pointed out rationally.

You let out a pained groan. “Because I have to! I’d much rather stay in the lab, piecing things together and be useful in other ways.”

“You could have told me.”

This time, you frowned and Miguel realised such expression didn’t suit you. At all.

“I didn’t want to. I didn’t have to. This is something I’m ashamed of.” You then pointed at his watch. “Your file won’t tell you any of this, and I really wish you hadn’t gotten involved, because this was my story to tell.”

Your words pierced through him like sharp knives, and he realised he had not only gone too far, but had also managed to hurt you in the process.

“If there is anyone here who understands what you are going through, it’s me,” he began carefully. “I know how it feels to want to do the right thing, only for the consequences to be disastrous.”

He watched your face soften ever so slightly, and you didn’t flinch away from him when he came to stand right in front of you.

“I’m really sorry that I overstepped the line,” he said softly. “I really care about you. That is the reason why I had the mic in your suit and why Jessica went looking for Tom.”

A half-truth, he figured. He couldn’t flat out say the actual reason. How would he even explain that he was obsessed with you? How could that justify any of this?

Simply put, it couldn’t.

And you would resent him.

So, he settled for a half-truth. He did care about you. Immensely. More than he could possibly reason with. But he just couldn’t have you know how much he wanted you to be with him to the point of extreme obsession.

Especially not after discovering this secret of yours.

He had to win you over.

“There is no one who can understand how hou feel better than me,” he whispered, cradling your face in his hands, tilting it enough to have your eyes meet his.

“But… you’re the Miguel O’Hara… you’re so… ” your voiced trailed off.

“Spider Society exists because of my mistake. Many people died at my hands, even if it was unintentional,” said with a sigh. “That is a burden I’ll carry forever with me. What you see here came at a price.”

You swallowed.

“But you don’t have to go through this.”

“How so?”

He caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. “You get a chance set things straight. Tom is still alive. I don’t get to have that.”

He would never have Gabriella back. Ever. That was the ultimate price he had to pay.

Your gaze dropped and he saw a couple of tears streaming down your face. “It’s not that simple.”

“It’s not, but it’s still an open door. A choice you have.”

He felt your hands grip his wrists for support, as silence took over you.

“I just wish you’d told me,” he whispered, closing his eyes and planting a kiss to your forehead. “I would have been here for you sooner.”

The effect of his words coupled with the gesture were enough to have you break into a sob, tears streaming down your cheeks, as Miguel held your face with both hands.

This was painful to witness.

He knew all too well how it felt to feel powerless and thinking that you’ve run out of options.

He knew you now. He understood you. Better than anyone ever could.

“I’m… s-sorry…” you mumbled, trying to keep yourself from crying. “You’re… getting all w-wet…”

Miguel couldn’t help but to smile endearingly at your concern, as your tears began to roll down his hands.

“Do not apologise,” he said firmly. “You can cry. I’m here for you.”

Nodding, you opened your eyes again and tilted your had back to stare at him.

“Please s-stay…” you said in between sobs, your hands gripping him tightly. “Please…”

You were killing him.

Little by little.

Miguel would give you everything.

He nodded and you stepped back and let go of him, running the back of your hands across your cheeks to dry them.

Then you went to sit on your couch, removing the clutter of wires and boxes that were in the way.

Miguel spotted a blanket nearby and came to sit by your side, draping it over your shoulders.

You leaned against the backrest, and he followed suit, feeling your head drop to his shoulder.

“Please remove the mic… and delete that file…” you mumbled.

“I will.”

He swung his arm across your from you, to pull you closer to him.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, and Miguel closed his eyes, relieved that he had managed to somehow control the damage he had caused. Unfortunately, it had come at the expense of you having to open up to him, and he felt guilty for that…

He knew he had to prove himself to you, and was grateful that you hadn’t chosen to shut him out completely.

“Somehow… this was sort of cathartic?” your voice was suddenly heard.

Miguel squeezed your arm tenderly.

“I had… never told this to anyone…”

Guilt hit him at once. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be… I think I needed to let it out,” you mused against him.

He couldn’t help but to feel an intense wave of compassion for you. There was no way around it: Miguel was in too deep when it came to you. Everything about you pulled him in and gripped him.

You would always be his sweet girl.

His devotion was yours.

Just yours.

“Hey, Miguel?”

He felt you shift beside him and he looked down to meet your sleepy eyes. “Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Your words didn’t register at first, and he thought he had misheard you.

“What?”

You slipped your feet under you, before leaning slowly into him, face drawing near. “Can I kiss you?”

Denial hit him. “You’re just sleepy.”

But you didn’t back down. “No… I just…” your eyes darted down. “Can I?”

His heart went into a frenzy and he was left speechless. Your eyes were set on his lips and he somehow found the strength to nod.

It took you a couple of seconds to adjust yourself, and once you did, you closed the the gap, parting your lips slightly.

Miguel was left perplexed.

Weeks of yearning and obsession were finally being vindicated.

“Pretty eyes,” you whispered, breath fanning his lips. “So pretty…”

Your noses brushed together and he fought the urge to pull you into his lap at once.

“You’re the pretty one…” he said truthfully.

A smile curved your lips even through your sleepiness. “I’m going to kiss you now, Miguel O’Hara…”

And you did.

The moment your lips met his, Miguel felt his body react. It didn’t take long for the blood to rush down to his cock, slowly stirring it.

He could taste the inexperience on your lips as you kept breaking the kiss to gasp for air. It was blatantly obvious you needed some help figuring out what do next, so he happily obliged.

With one hand he managed to shift your leg to swing across his, and with the other he propped you onto his lap.

You broke the kiss, adjusting yourself and lacing your arms behind his neck and taking his lips again.

This time, he pressed his thumb to your chin, parting your lips, so he could deepen the kiss with his tongue. You immediately complied, and allowed him in with a soft whimper.

Miguel finally tasted you.

His sweet girl.

You came down to press your crotch against his painfully hard cock, and he immediately had to still your hips and lift you slightly.

You broke the kiss again, confusion in your eyes. “What…”

He didn’t dare confess it to you.

Instead, he pressed on your lower back so you would lean into him again with a kiss.

He wanted to taste you, but he couldn’t have you sit on his cock like that… he would absolutely burst.

His sweet girl sounded so sweet and receptive…

He felt you trying to defy his hold on your hips, surely wanting that friction, but he couldn’t afford that.

As much as he wanted to feel you grinding on him, he would be too embarrassed to cum so soon, and that thought was what ultimately prevented him from reaching the point of no return.

He brought one hand to grip your wrist, allowing the top half of his digital suit to disintegrate, so he could place the palm of your hand on his chest, revelling in your heated skin against his.

Suddenly, you parted from him with a gasp. “Wait… I’m…”

He arched an eyebrow in confusion and watched as you snaked your arm in between you two, sliding your hand down your sweatpants.

Miguel’s eyes widened and he was about to lose it until he realised what was really happening.

You slowly removed your hand and glared at it. “Oh.”

Your fingers were drenched in your wetness.

You were soaked.

For him.

He carefully looped his fingers around your wrist, wanting to taste you, but that sent you into an immediate frenzy, and you fumbled to get up from his lap, nearly falling back if not for his incredible reflexes.

“Easy…” he cooed, caressing his thumb along your pulse point. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything.”

You tumbled to the side and he let go of you, watching you sit back against the cushioned backrest and looking startled like a deer in headlights.

Just how inexperienced were you?

“Thanks…” you mumbled, chest heaving erratically. “I’m… yeah… and sorry…”

Miguel sat up straighter and arched a brow. “You don’t have to apologise.”

You nodded, your eyes falling to his bulge. “I mean… for that…”

Only you would ever apologise for giving him a raging boner.

His sweet girl…

“Don’t worry,” he reassured, feeling his heartbeat slow down. “Are you okay?”

“Yes…”

He offered a warm smile. “Good.”

Miguel didn’t even know where to begin. He couldn’t quite grasp the events of tonight, and it almost felt like a fever dream.

He was so used to getting hard from just the thought of you, that he couldn’t believe he was now hard because of you.

Still, the way you had reacted when you realised how wet you were for him led him to believe that maybe you were far more inexperienced than he had anticipated.

And he would respectfully give you all the time and space.

He would wait for you to ask him for more.

He could wait. His throbbing cock not so much, but he had other ways of dealing with that.

“Can I use your bathroom?” he asked, adjusting himself over his suit.

Your eyes widened. “Oh…”

“Just to ease some of the tension,” he immediately said.

He was desperate to let his cock spring free, and let it calm down until he was back at his apartment.

You then averted your gaze. “Can you… do it here?”

Miguel was utterly and completely taken aback.

“I… I have never…” you went on, quickly pulling your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them, and covering your face. “Nevermind…”

Oh.

Now it all made sense.

“Hey… look at me,” Miguel started, reaching out to tug at your wrist. “It’s okay.”

Slowly, you lifted your head to peer at him with evident hesitation. “Is it too… weird?”

“Not at all.”

And he meant it. By this point, he could feel his cock twitching more often, as more and more precum began to drip from the tip.

“Are you sure?” he asked, needing the absolute confirmation.

You promptly nodded, resting your chin on your forearm, eyeing him intensely.

He paused for a moment, expecting to be jolted away from this dream, or to have you backtrack.

“Please…” you whispered.

Swallowing hard, he allowed himself to sink into the backrest, before having the lower half of his suit disintegrating, and his cock finally released from its confinements.

Your eyes widened and your lips parted.

An instant ego boost that caused him to hiss as he wrapped his fingers around it. His body was so ready for you. Almost too ready. It didn’t take long before Migue felt droplets of precum sliding down his hips.

He couldn’t tear his eyes from you and it only added to the pleasure he felt.

Giving himself a few tentative pumps, he watched closely as you glared at the motion, curiosity splattered all over your face.

The first moans escaped his lips and he nearly slid his eyes shut, trying to stop himself from cumming too quickly.

But he didn’t want to miss out on anything you had to offer.

Miguel soon found a steady rhythm and began to fuck his hands like so many times before. But unlike those other times, he had you as an audience and he knew he wouldn’t last long no matter how hard he tried to muster images of the Vulture to dwindle his impending orgasm.

Then, you shifted closer, your legs dropping, but still pressed together.

He groaned, knowing exactly why you were being so fidgety.

Your hand was clutching at the hem of your shirt as a way to anchor yourself from the visual stimulation.

“You can touch yourself…” Miguel rasped, tightening the grip around himself, precum now flowing down his knuckles.

You pressed your legs tighter together and Miguel had to halt his motion or he would burst.

“…. or not,” he added, not wanting to overstep your line of comfort.

Your eyes darted to his face momentarily and, for the second time, Miguel saw your hand disappear inside your pants. You gasped softly and he could only guess that you must have reached your clit.

You let out the sweetest whimper, and Miguel’s cock twitched immediately.

His chest heaved and he swiped his thumb across the tip of his cock, letting out a groan.

He watched in awe as your arm moved rhythmically, and your eyes fluttered shut.

“Look at me…” he breathed.

You were biting yout lip, but did what he asked.

The urge to replace you hand with his — better yet, his cock — was almost painful and he knew he was heading towards the precipice, having to space out his strokes.

Your gaze fell to his hand. “How’s it so hard?”

He would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so dire and him being in need of release.

You scooted closer and closer, until your face was mere inches away, while still touching yourself.

For him.

Because of him.

“Why do you think?”

You gasped and he saw your hand slid out of your pants, fingers glistening with your wetness.

“Can… I?”

Miguel was too far gone to deny you of a newfound experience, so he nodded, bracing himself for what was about to happen.

He would burst.

You chewed on your lower lip as if unsure of what to do next, but he wanted you to take your time. A few moments later, you reached down with your soaked hand and he lets go of his cock, welcoming your touch.

He threw his head back and had to muster all of his willpower not to cum right away, as the pads of your fingers tentatively traced the underside of his cock, slowly moving to graze the veins that bulged from under the sensitive skin.

Everything inside him was suddenly burning like wildfire and he couldn’t stop his hips from jerking up.

By the time your thumb reached his tip and grazed slowly, Miguel hissed violently.

“Stop… stop - stop… please-” he begged, but was already being overtaken by the suffocating grip of a powerful orgasm.

You had indeed stopped touching him, but the damage had already been done.

His cock twitched rhythmically as hot spurts of cum began to cover his abs. Witch each roll of his hip, Miguel felt his vision blur and his fangs extend. He groaned your name a couple of times, before his words started to fuse together in a incoherent mess.

The stiffness of his peak shattered after a while and he slumped into the couch, struggling to even out his breathing.

Once he was finally able to open his eyes again, you came into his field of vision, holding a towel in your hands.

“Here,” you said as a smile broke across your face, before sitting by his side and offering it to him.

Even through the haze of an orgasm, Miguel was ablet o feel his heart skip a beat from your tenderness.

He proceeded to clean himself, wiping away the impressive amount of cum that had pooled on his lower abdomen.

“That was…”

His eyes were immediately on you. “Do you want me to…” he trailed off, allowing the not so subtle implication to dangle.

You didn’t catch it at first, but his silent was very telling.

“Oh, no — no, I’m fine, thanks,” you said with a chuckle.

“It’s only fair that I return the favor…”

You shook your head more vehemently this time. “It wasn’t a favor to begin with, Miguel. I was curious and… just wanted to watch you do it,” you mumbled as his digital suit began to cover his body again. “I had never… yeah — I’m still…”

Miguel had his suspicions that you were inexperienced, but he had no ultimate proof of that.

But this… “You’ve never had sex before?”

You settled back on the couch, crossing your legs. “No.”

He wasn’t sure of what to say. Was there even anything he should say?

So, he fell silent, waiting for you to take the lead.

“But… this was an interesting experience,” you eventually went on with a smile. “Do you… regret it?”

“No.”

But he could see doubt already settling on your face. “Maybe it was too much.”

“Not for me,” he said truthfully, straightening up in his seat. “Don’t think that, please.”

You nodded, but Miguel felt a pang of dread spread across his body. The last thing he wanted was for you to regret having opened up to him.

He had been longing for this for far too long to let it all be for nothing.

You were his sweet girl and you had his heart.

“Listen,” he started, set on preventing that from happening. “I can only speak for myself, but that was extremely hot. You are so, so attractive,” he went on, earning a doubting glare from you. “You are. I usually last longer than that.”

Your lips curled into an embarrassed smile, but Miguel could feel his words weren’t exactly reaching you.

Then silence took over.

You kept staring at your hands, head down and humming softly.

“Are you okay?” he shifted closer.

You took a deep breath. “I was thinking about your words earlier…”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

He watched you closely. “And what are you thinking?”

“I think you’re right, Miguel,” you drawled out, your voice but a whisper. “I’ve been blaming myself for what happened to Tom for too long.”

A jab of compassion and empathy tugged at his heartstrings. “You’re absolutely right.”

Then, lifting your head, you met his eyes. “I think… I want to meet up with Tom again. Thank you for making me realise that, Miguel,” you finished with a sweet smile.

Part 6

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#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel ohara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel x reader

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saberlight1 · 4 months

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lovefool — billy the kid

pairing: billy bonney x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, fluff, Y/N usage, reader is a cowgirl and gunslinger, hints towards murder, one bed trope, standard billy the kid warnings.

authors note: hii!!! i’m so happy to be writing about billy, thank you anon for sending in this request that this is based off of. i loved the show and slowly am getting more obsessed with tom blyth everyday i swearrr. i hope you enjoy!

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You and the boys damn near fell through the doors of some random boarding house you came across— the lot of you attempting to run away from a rival gang that caught you stealing cattle.

Jesse threw 10 dollars down on the counter, more than enough to get rooms for you all. You had been running around all day— but the smell of gunpowder and crimson blood still clogged your nose hairs and adrenaline still pumped through your veins. You simply wanted a bath and to go the hell to bed.

But, who would you be to turn down Jesse’s smiling face, holding out a shot of whiskey for you.

You sighed, your hat tipping down with your head as you shook it, your hands rested neatly on your gun-belt, cowboy boot tapping softly on the floor as you pretended to weigh your options.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N.” He held it out for you. “Drink with us!”

You chuckled. “Why not,” You went to sit down at the bar next to them.

“Hell yeah!” Jesse and the rest of the boys who were scattered around the bar cheered— you normally weren’t one for their after hour shenanigans.

“Only for a little bit, though. I’m tired as hell.” You said, downing the whiskey shot.

“Sure,” Jesse waved you off with a knowing look, ordering a couple more rounds for you all. You laughed, going along with his antics as always. You had known Jesse since you were young— he was the one who had vouched for you in this group, who had helped you gain the respect that you had today.

You let out a hiss at the burning feeling of that whiskey going down your throat, slamming the shot glass back onto the table.

“I’ll have what they’re havin’.” You heard that familiar husky voice from next to you. Billy Bonney stood with a small smirk toying on his lips as he sat down on the stool next to you. He nodded at the bartender when he slid him said shot, the outlaw throwing it back without hesitation.

“Where you been, cowboy?” You asked, slightly tipsy.

“Been at the Saloon playin’ Poker.” He responded.

“You win?”

His smirk only grew. “Sure did. It was a big pot too,”

“Good for you, Billy.” You smiled, turning back to grab you and him another shot. “To your winnings.” You cheered, the pair of you clinking your glasses together before downing them.

“Aye, y’all get that cattle?” He asked, leaning closer to you with a quieter voice. “Y’all stink of gunpowder.”

“Nah,” You shook your head. “Their boys came out— the shots scared the cattle away, and we ain’t have enough ammo to fight ‘em off so we had to cut and run. Shot a couple of them, though.”

He hummed. “We’ll get ‘em next time, Y/N, don’t worry.”

“I hope so. Jesse here is runnin’ up his tab right now and we barely got enough cash to buy food.” You shook your head with a bitter smile. “Aye, at least we got liquor.”

“We’ll figure it out— we always do.” Billy reminded with a comforting smile.

“Yeah.” You sighed, trying to push the worries away. You downed one last shot before pushing yourself off the bar stool. “Alright, boys, that bath is callin’ my name. See y’all tomorrow.” You turned, heading to the stairs as you heard a string of good nights.

After washing up, you put on a comfortable nightgown, heading to the room that matched the key Jesse had given you.

You carelessly threw the door open, the towel in your hands still wringing out your wet hair. But said towel almost fell from your grip once you saw a shirtless Billy standing in the middle of your room.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” You apologized as soon as his confused gaze landed on yours, backing out of the room. “Thought this was my room,”

He sighed, throwing on the shirt he was changing into before you walked in. “You’re good. Jesse told me downstairs that he ain’t have enough cash to get me a room— Hope you don’t mind, but I’d rather bunk with you than the one of the boys.”

“Oh, yeah, no, you can sleep in here. I don’t mind,” You nodded, walking in and shutting the door, placing your gun-belt down on the nightstand. Your eyes drifted to the small twin bed before you, your gaze going back up to Billy’s nervously.

“I can sleep on the floor, it’s alright.” He immediately tried to come up with a solution, already knowing what you were thinking of.

“Billy, I’m sure your back hurts just as bad as mine— if not more.” You waved him off. “I don’t want you to wake up even more sore tomorrow. It’s fine.. I ain’t scared of sleepin’ in the same bed as you. Unless you’re scared of sharin’ with me,” You lightly teased, laying down onto the bed, opening the covers for him.

A soft smile crept onto his lips. “Now, why would I be afraid of such a pretty lil’ thing like you?” He poked back, his words sending a blush to your cheeks as he got into bed, taking you up on your offer. The bed was quite small, and to ensure Billy wouldn’t fall off you were kinda hanging off the side.

A giggle left your lips. “There’s no way I’m not gon’ roll off this bed in my sleep and face plant onto the floor.”

He laid on his back, one arm thrown behind his head so he could look down at you. His gaze lingered onto yours for a moment— and you could see the gears turning in his brain. “Here,” He flipped onto his side, his hands slowly tugging you into him so your back was to his chest, his arm loosely hung around your waist. “I won’t let you fall,” He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Thank you,” You leaned up to blow out the candle lit next to you before snuggling back into his arms, smiling. “G’night, Billy.”

His arms tightened around you, and you could hear a faint chuckle from behind you, the man placing a soft kiss to your head. “G’night, darlin’.”

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beansnsoup · 1 month

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Alastor-

☆ Deer Dolly - Series by @ohproserpine 🧡

☆ for valentines day, i thought i'd buy a gun. By @ohproserpine

synopsis: you make your husband mad on purpose. 🧡💛?

☆ Alastor x Wife!Reader by @altruisticalastor

Summary: Lucifer gets a little too brazen with Alastor's darling wife. Guess the Ruler of Hell would just have to learn a lesson about who you belong to 💛

☆ my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife by @iicarused

synopsis:reader is vox’s ex and he’s not too keen of the separation — you were supposed to come back to him! not run around with his rival and get rid of his only access of looking after you (removing any/all electronics from your life) 🧡?

☆ come back to me by @iicarused

synopsis: you’re getting tired of the radio demon (part ii) 🧡?

☆ alastor + cunnilingus by @vmpyria 💛

☆ heaven knows your name by @iicarused

synopsis: heartaches after yearning for each other after decades of being apart 🧡

☆ alastor x married!reader by @bigfatbimbo 🧡

☆ DANCE WITH THE DEVIL by @popamolly

summary. Amidst the vibrant 1920s in New Orleans, a forbidden love unfolds in the lively jazz-filled atmosphere, evolving from an intoxicating romance to a twisted tale of heartbreak and murder, serving as a reminder to never dance with the devil. 🧡💛?

Johnnie Guilbert-

☆ New Set by @corrodedcoffins-blog

summary: Giving boyfriend!Johnnie head scratches after getting new acrylics 🧡

☆ Collab by @teapartyprincess4two

summary: You and Johnnie pretend to date, faking it for so long that it became real. 🧡

☆ Run Your Mouth by @samandcolby-ownme

Prompt: Johnnie and reader get into an argument which leads to make up sex. 💛

☆ vampire!Johnnie x reader by @caeunot

summary- you find out your bf is a vampire 🧡💛?

☆ johnnie guilbert x reader by @caeunot

summary- johnnie writing zombie about you 🧡

☆ You by @sturnsreader 💛

☆ you know i’ll keep you in my locket by @stardustloserdoll 🧡

JSchlatt-

☆ "sit on my face." by @ghostkidabs 💛

☆ Jack & Coke part one by @d444zed 🧡💛?

☆ Jack & Coke part two by @d444zed 💛

☆ Mutual breakup headcanon/oneshot by @ohbabydollie 🧡

☆ Mutual breakup oneshot by @ohbabydollie 💛

Ellie Williams-

☆ no room for the holy spirit by @moncherellie 💛

☆ Roommate Trouble by @justkindalivin

summary: Your roommate Jesse and his girlfriend Dina fuck..a lot. loudly. When you finally get fed up after being woken up by their nightly “activities”, you go to Dina’s dorm for some peace and quiet only to run into her roommate, Ellie. 🧡💛

☆ hands to herself by @elliesbarbie

summary: ellie thinks you look a little too good in that bikini you chose to wear for the annual best friend vacay and can’t keep her hands off you 💛

☆ Getting caught with ellie by @me-and-your-husband 💛

☆ Body Ink by @me-and-your-husband

summary: you tattoo ellie's thigh. it's a bit of a compromising position, and it leads you down an unexpected road. female reader. 🧡💛

Alex Turner-

☆ Pillow Talk by @ohladymoon-blog

summary: what the title says, just pillow talk and soft cuddles after sex. ends in cockwarming. 🧡💛

☆ strawberry lace by @lilmisssweetdreams 🧡💛

☆ Test Drive by @savorypink 💛

Spiderman-

☆ Wingman (Hobie Brown) by @love-bitesx 🧡

☆ Crybaby (Hobie Brown) by @merowkittie 🧡

☆ "Thank You, Mrs. Parker." (Spider Noir) by @sabcandoit

Summary: After your wedding, you and Peter go home and have sex for the first time. 🧡💛

☆ Miss Your Face (TASM! Peter Parker) by @dontsaypetertingle

Summary: When you have to go out of town for work Peter gets lonely and a bit needy. An innocent call home to check on him becomes a lot more intense than originally planned. (Has a pt 2) 💛

☆ Break It In (Tom! Peter Parker) by @simplyparker

Summary: Peter gets his first car, and you want to have some fun 💛

☆ Please, Don't Stop Now by @echos-newlegs

Summary: you are in an established relationship with Peter, and he very much wants baby. 🧡💛

Fred Weasley-

☆ Facetime by @albertdabuttler

summary: !!MODERN AU!! Fred calls you in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, but you look so pretty and he starts getting a little heated up. (Has 3 parts) 🧡💛

☆ Sweet Sugar Candyman by @keykeep 💛

☆ Sleeping In by @screamingoverfiction 💛

☆ Slipping Through My Fingers by @midnightmoonytales

Summary: Watching his little girl grow up had to one of his favorite things to see, but also one of the saddest. Every pivotal moment of her life flashing through his mind, even to this one now. (Wolfstar!daughter reader) 🧡

☆ Electric Pull by @apparentlytheproblem 🧡

Steve Harrington-

☆ I'll Be The Judge (Ft. Robin x Reader) by @luvfae

summary: steve and robin get into an argument about which one of them can give a girl a better orgasm, you come up with an idea to settle the argument once and for all. 💛

☆ Cowboy Hat Rule by @taintedcigs

summary: helping out mr. harrington in his ranch was supposed to be fun, but steve harrington was an asshole. an absolute pain in your ass that teased you, and you gave him the same energy back, always. so when you unknowingly wear his cowboy hat, he decides to teach you what exactly the cowboy hat rule is. 💛

☆ Marriage Pact by @fantasylandloser

summary: besties that plan to get married 🧡💛

Eddie Roundtree-

☆ Blind Date by @luvfae

Summary: The reader and Eddie get setup on a blind date 🧡💛

☆ Lead Singers Are Overrated by @luvfae

summary: working at the whiskey has it perks and that includes getting railed backstage by a certain bassist in a band. 💛

Extras-

☆ Not In On The Joke (Brian Quinn) by @joe--bro

Summary: The Jokers have to do certain tasks to win in the park, and a certain task given by the rest of the Jokers leads Q to talk to you. 🧡

☆ Flavored Kisses (Xavier Thorpe) by @cosmicpearlz

summary: in which you wear a different flavored chapstick everyday and your boyfriend xavier loves it. 🧡

☆ Babysitting (Judd Birch) by @just-another-author-i-guess

Summary: you and Judd are the designated babysitters for the night. 🧡💛

☆ Don't Fake It (Peter Quill) by @professorrw

Request/Summary: peter starts getting frisky with the reader but shes tired and isn’t really in the mood. He would never pressure her or anything but she wants to make him happy and feels bad saying no, so she does it and fakes her orgasm just to get it over with. Later, he somehow finds out (or knew all along, you decide) that she faked it and of course his ego is bruised and he’s kinda annoyed, but also feels guilty she didn’t tell him how she felt. So the next night, she starts coming onto him and he makes damn sure she never fakes it again. 💛

☆ So Beautiful (Loki Laufeyson) by @lokiisdaddyblog

Summary: Reader is feeling insecure and Loki proves to her that she's perfect. 🧡💛

#alastor x reader #jschlatt x reader #johnnie guilbert x reader #ellie williams x reader #spiderman x reader #alex turner x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie roundtree x reader #brian quinn x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #judd birch x reader #peter quill x reader #loki x reader #fic recs

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ewanmitchellconnoisseur · 2 months

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"Mɪᴛᴄʜᴇʟʟ Esᴛᴀᴛᴇs" - Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Divders (In each Chapter) by @firefly-graphics & @cafekitsune

Hello! This is the Masterlist page for my 17-part Ewanverse Series titled: Mitchell Apartments! This series includes 11 of Ewan's most prominent characters and does take place in the modern world!

Summary: You manage to finally get an apartment, the rent isn't cheap and you know you'll have to overwork yourself to afford it but you have no other choice. You can't go home and you can't afford to go anywhere else. It's quiet and lonely in the beginning but you soon make some connections with the other tenants, and you manage to get yourself into some trouble too.

Can you survive living in this new area? Or will you be packing up and moving before the year's up? What could go wrong? They just want to be friendly.

Fandom(s): House of The Dragon, Salad Days, Grantchester, The Halycon, Fire, World on Fire, Saltburn, The Las Kingdom, Trigger Point, High Life, and Doctors

Warnings: These fics will include dubcon, manipulation, & violence More specific warnings will be added to individual chapters! 18+ only fic!

If you wish to be added to the taglist please comment on this!

Chapter 1: "Moving In"

Chapter 2: "Bitter" (Will x Reader)

Chapter 3: "Babysitter" (03/16)

Chapter 4: "Gentle" (Jack x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 5: "Confident" (Billy Washington x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 6: "Trouble in Paradise" (TBD)

Chapter 7: "Filthy" (Abraham x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 8: "Good Boy" (Osferth x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 9: "New Beginning" (TBD)

Chapter 10: "Date Night" (Tom Bennett x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 11: "Good Neighbor" (Aemond Targaryen x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 12: "Pop Quiz" (TBD)

Chapter 13: "Flustered" (Billy Taylor x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 14: "Nerd" (Micheal Gavey x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 15: "Laundry" (TBD)

Chapter 16: "Easy Money" (Genyen x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 17: "Rent" (Ettore x Reader) (TBD)

A/N: If not mentioned in chapters I wish to reiterate something. All characters that partake in any sexual content (even fluff) are 18+. No one is underage. If you as a reader are underage I beg of you to not read this! If I knew how to sniff you guys out and block you I would.

If you decide to not listen to me please understand you are responsible for your own consumption. No Parents should be attempting to get my account taken down because of your choices!

PLEASE READ: I would also like to say. These stories are not meant to be taken any specific way. I say this because I worry how people will react to her sleeping with ALL of her neighbors. This was honestly just for funsies and if I see any serious slut shaming comments you're getting blocked.

Honourable Mentions: @thought--bubble Jess is honestly the whole reason I started writing in the first place! Her Kitty Cat Series inspired me to write my own Ettore fic which has led me here today. Thank you Jess for feeding my delusions and being a source of inspiration!

MaximumWill (NSFW! LINKS) Patreon & Soundgasm You guys may think this is odd...but I gotta credit him. I do not believe he has Tumblr but I have linked to his patreon. He is an 18+ audio maker...(if you know what I mean 😏🍆) He is the inspiration for the Micheal Chapter with this audio & the inspiration for this ENTIRE series + the Ettore chapter with this audio. (Please do not judge me...Im already ashamed🫠🫣)

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waitimcomingtoo · 1 year

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Hutcherson

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom gets jealous over your former co-star, Josh Hutcherson

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“Aw! Look what’s on.” You gasped when one of your old movies come up on the TV.

“Is this Bridge to Terebithia?” Tom asked and sat beside you on the couch.

“Yeah. I haven’t seen this in forever. You wanna watch it?”

“You mean do I want to watch you as a child drown in a creek?” Tom chuckled and pulled a blanket over the two of you.

“Come on. They don’t even show that part.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “And it’s not me drowning. It’s Leslie.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because I like Leslie way more than you.” Tom smiled teasingly.

“Shut up.” You playfully smacked his chest before resting your head on his shoulder. He chuckled to himself and rested his head on top of yours as the movie played.

“You know the last time I watched this, I cried so hard my period came.” You told Tom, making him snort with laughter.

“I’m so glad I know that about you. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You chuckled and snuggled into his neck. You watched the movie for a few minutes in comfortable silence as the memories of filming came back to you one by one.

“I can’t believe this came out 15 years ago. It feels like the premier was yesterday.” You said as you watched your younger self beat a bunch of boys in a playground race.

“You never forget your first movie.”

“Yeah.” You sighed happily. “Or your first love.”

The childhood nostalgia halted to an abrupt stop when Tom registered what he had just heard you say. He lifted his head off of yours so that he could look at you.

“Your first what now?”

“Josh and I dated while we filmed. I told you that, remember?” You laughed and looked at him.

“Yeah, but you were like 13, right? That’s not dating. And it’s definitely not love.” He laughed nervously and hoped you’d agree.

“It was love for what I knew it to be at the time. I remember how I felt about him back then. And I remember it as love.” You shrugged and put your head back down on his shoulder. Tom sat there frozen for a moment as he processed that he wasn’t your first love. He knew he was your first serous relationship so he had always assumed he was the first person you ever loved. But as 14 year old Josh Hutcherson stared at him through his screen, he realized he had competition.

“Oh.” Tom said in an unnatural tone, making you sit up.

“Oh what?”

“Nothing. Let’s just watch the movie.” Tom brushed it off and settled back into the couch. You thought he was fine but once you heard him grumbling something under his breath, you knew you had a problem.

“Tommy.” You said pointedly as you sat up straight again.

“Yes?” He asked innocently.

“Are you seriously pouting because I loved a boy before you?” You chuckled and rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

“What? Psh. No.” Tom scuffed. “I don’t care. You were 13.”

You accepted his answer and settled back into the couch to watch the movie.

“13 and in love with a boy before me.” He mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” You say up again.

“Nothing.” He said quickly.

Tom got through the rest of the movie and by the time he went to bed, he had forgotten all about Josh. But when we walked into the kitchen the next morning and saw you scrolling through something on your phone, he knew trouble was near.

“Isn’t it funny that Josh’s character is named Jess and Zooey Dechanel is also in the movie and she plays Jess in New Girl? And then in New Girl, Jess says “I might as well call you Bridge to Terebithia because you make kids cry.”? When she was literally in Bridge to Terebithia?”

“Yeah. Isn’t Josh just so funny? So funny and the first boy you ever loved.” Tom said with a huge smile that you knew was fake.

“Is this gonna be a thing?” You sighed and put your phone down.

“It’s not gonna be a thing. I’m only kidding. I’m done now.” Tom replied and you actually believed him. He started to make his tea for a minute before turning to face you.

“I just think it’s funny how-“

“Oh my God.” You cut him off with a groan.

“As I was saying.” He said once you stopped groaning. “I just think it’s funny that the movie ended last night but you’re still thinking about Josh.”

“I’m not thinking about Josh. You know I like to look up the cast and crew of everything I watch. I was just going through the IMDB and remembered that scene from New Girl. That’s all.” You said quietly and started to leave the room. Tom felt bad for being so sassy and ran to catch up with you.

“Wait, darling. I’m sorry.” He said and put his hands on your shoulders to get you to look at him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m being jealous and dumb. He was your love when you were 13. I have no reason to be jealous. I’ll stop.”

“That’s right. You have literally 0 reason to be jealous.” You poked his chest as a smile tugged at your lips.

“I know. And it’s not like I’ll ever have to think about it again.” Tom smiled as well now that he had gotten it all off his chest.

“Yeah. Let’s just agree never to bring it up again.”

“Agreed. Never again.”

A couple of minutes of silence went by before Tom was right back at it.

“So how did you crazy kids get together anyway?” Tom asked with another huge, eerie smile.

“What happened to not talking about it?” You groaned.

“I just need to get this out of my system so that it stops bothering me.” Tom whined. “Like when you would watch a scary movie as a kid and afterwards couldn’t sleep without a nightlight or go to the bathroom at night because you were scared and the only way to get over it was to rewatch the movie.”

“You’re comparing me liking a boy ten years before I met you to a scary movie?” You folded your arms and gave him a long look.

“Not a boy you liked. A boy you loved. And you know I emote in strange ways.”

“Tom, I’m not feeding into your weird little jealousy fantasy thing you got going on right now. I’m not doing it.” You shook your head and walked out of the room.

“Please? Just answer a few questions and I promise, I’ll drop it forever.” Tom pleaded and followed after you into the living room.

“Oh my God. Fine. But then we are dropping this forever, okay?”

“Yes. I swear.”

“Then what do you want to know?”

“Just a couple things.” Tom said as he pulled a long, hand written list out of his pocket.

“Oh my God.” You sighed and buried your face in your hands.

“First, how did you guys get together?” He read from the top of his list. You rolled your eyes to the ceiling but he gave you a pleading pout, so you gave in.

“Well all my scenes were with him so we got close really fast. And I don’t know, something about running around with him in the forest made me fall in love.” You shrugged and folded your arms.

“Did you ever kiss him?” Tom asked as he checked off the first question.

“Obviously.” You chuckled. “He was my first kiss.”

“Right. Obviously.” Tom mimicked your chuckling before giving you a dirty look. You laughed at his antics and threw a pillow at his head.

“Tell me about the kiss.” He laughed and threw the pillow back.

“You want to know about the greatest kiss of my life?” You said in a dramatic voice as you clutched your heart.

“What? You don’t consider me the greatest kiss of your life?” Tom pretended to be offended and threw more pillows at you.

“I’m just kidding. You’re so easy to mess with.” You laughed as you caught one of the pillows.

“Just tell me.” He whined and stamped his feet.

“Fine. You want to know? I was on set when he was filming the scene where he finds out I died. After he wrapped, he ran to give me a hug and told me he’d be sad if he ever lost me for real. Then he kissed me. It was the first time I was ever kissed.”

“How cute.” Tom said through gritted teeth.

“You’re the one who wanted to know.” You laughed at him and threw another pillow. This time, the pillow landed on the remote and the last thing you had been watching came up on the television. Tom’s attention was caught by the forrest that was now on the screen.

“What’s this?” He asked and picked up the remote to raise the volume.

“Oh, uh, I was watching TV before you got up.” You said in a weak voice.

“Are you watching National Geographic without me again?” Tom gasped when he saw that you were suddenly nervous.

“No.” You gulped. “It’s actually-“

“The Hunger Games?!” Tom practically screamed when the camera panned to Katniss Everdeen shooting something with an arrow. You covered your face in shame while Tom looked at you as if you had just murdered someone in front of him.

“Tom, listen.” You began.

“You were watching The Hunger Games starring teen heartthrob Josh Hutcherson?” Tom asked and pointed to the screen.

“Well I started thinking about Josh last night after your little interrogation-“

“Oh. So you were thinking about your ex boyfriend last night? While in bed next to me?” Tom asked sassily and put his hands on his hips.

“I wasn’t thinking about my “ex boyfriend”. We dated when we were 13. He doesn’t really count as a boyfriend.”

“But he does count as your first love?”

“To me, yes. I loved him for what I knew love to be at 13 years old. I told you this.”

“Yeah. I remember.” Tom said and pointed to the screen again. You looked at the screen and saw Peeta with his face painted so that he camouflaged into the ground.

“I really can’t have this fight while Peeta looks like Mount Rushmore.” You said out of the corner of your mouth.

“I don’t see why not. Since apparently, you spent all night thinking about Mount Rushmore.”

“Oh my God. If you let me finish before, I was gonna say that I was thinking about Josh after we watched the movie last night which naturally led me to start thinking about The Hunger Games because if I’m honest Tom, if I’m really fucking honest, I love the Hunger Games. I think it was a fantastic series and I miss that time period of the press tours and the new movies coming out. So when I sat down to watch something this morning and it came up in my suggestions, I clicked on it. Not because I’m still in love with Josh, but because I really, really love The Hunger Games.”

“Well damn.” Tom whispered. “You didn’t take a breath that whole sentence.”

“Can we drop it now?” You asked hopefully.

“Fine.” Tom mumbled. You smiled in satisfaction, kissed his cheek, and then left the room.

“Never.” He whispered once you were gone.

As a part of the press tour you were on for your upcoming movie, you and Tom were invited by LadBible to do a couples video. You took turns asking each other questions about your relationship in front of the camera.

“Next question. Who made the first move?” You read off the slip of paper you had pulled from the bowl on the table.

“I did. Though I don’t think you realized it was me making a move.” Tom chuckled.

“That’s because your move was asking me if I preferred pink lemonade or regular lemonade. Then you had pink lemonade at your house the first time you invited me over for a party. And proceeded to offer it to me 100 times.” You laughed at the memory and patted his hand.

“It wasn’t subtle but it was smooth.” He shrugged and you nodded in agreement.

“Aw. This one’s cute. Who was your first love?” You asked as you pulled the next question out of the bowl.

“You were.” Tom answered. “My first and only love. Which is king of crazy to think about. I’ve loved you since I was 19.”

“Damn. If we met just one year earlier, we could’ve been dancing to 18 by One Direction at our wedding.” You clicked your tongue.

“It’s okay. We’ll find another song.” He chuckled and squeezed your hand.

“I already have. It’s Little Things by One Direction.” You smiled and looked into the camera.

“Or Girl Almighty.” Tom suggested.

“No. Never Girl Almighty. It makes 0 sense.” You laughed and shook your head.

“What about, “your light is as light as as many ambulances as it takes to save a savior”, doesn’t make sense to you?”

“What does any of that mean?” You asked through a laugh.

“Fine. It can be Little Things. Even though that whole song is basically just calling the girl fat.” Tom joked, making you playfully roll your eyes as you got the next question out of the bowl.

“Next question, who said-“

“Y/n, you didn’t answer the last question.” One of the producers called from behind the camera.

“Oh, uh.” You smiled nervously and felt a momentary sense of dread. You looked over at Tom to see if he had realized what you were about to bring up again, but he seemed perfectly fine.

“My first love was my costar Josh Hutcherson. Back when we were 13.” You said and quickly looked at Tom to see his reaction.

“Aw. Your Jesse.” Tom said with a smile.

“Yeah. My Jesse.” You smiled in relief and picked up the piece of paper again.

“Next question, who said I love you first?” You read off to move the conversation along.

The topic seemed to be dropped after that interview, much to your relief. You managed to completely forget about it until you were at an event to promote your upcoming movie. Tom stood behind you with an arm around your waist as you spoke to a journalist.

“I learned something new about you in your recent video with LadBible. I didn’t know that your first love was Josh Hutcherson.” The journalist said before pointing the microphone at you. You felt Tom tense up behind you so you leaned into him.

“Oh, yeah.” You laughed nervously. “I think he was the first love for a lot of girls who grew up watching him. I definitely had a crush on him from seeing him in Zathura and RV. Then I just got lucky to have him play the Jesse to my Leslie.”

“Do you keep in contact with him?” The interviewer asked. You gulped and wished she’d drop this topic before it became a thing on the internet.

“I do. He and I catch up over text every now and then. I haven’t seen him in a few years though.” You answered and hoped that would be the end of it.

“Maybe the two of you can reunite for a sequel to Bride to Terebithia.” She said into her microphone, making you laugh in surprise.

“I get the feeling you haven’t seen the movie.” You said skeptically.

“I don’t think I have, actually.”

“I thought so. Things didn’t end too well for my character. But maybe if I come back as a ghost, we could make a part two.” You shrugged and she seemed satisfied with your answer.

“Would you be down to work with him again?” She asked just when you thought the conversation was over.

“Oh, absolutely. I’d honestly really love to act along side him again. He was such a giving actor when we were 13 and from what I’ve seen, he’s only grown from there. I think it would be really interesting to see how our chemistry and acting styles have evolved now that we’re older.” You answered.

“I’m sure a lot of people would love to see that.”

“Not all people.” Tom mumbled.

“That’s good for me. Thanks for stopping by.” The journalist shook your hand before sending you on your way.

Just as you feared, instead of anyone talking about the movie you were promoting, all the headlines were filled with you and Josh Hutcherson. The internet was ablaze with rumors about the two of you.

You went to the premier of the your movie with every intention of dodging any and every Josh related question. Tom had the same hope as he joined your side on the red carpet. Tom could see the end of the red carpet and sighed in relief that you’d managed to walk the whole thing without any questions about Josh. Before the two of you could walk off, you heard a familiar voice.

“Y/n?” It called, making you turn around. Tom turned as well, smile dropping instantly when his eyes landed on the one and only Josh Hutcherson.

“Josh!” You broke into a smile before running into his arms. Tom watched in slow motion as Josh lifted you off the ground and spun you in a circle.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Tom mumbled under his breath as photographers pushed each other out of the way to get pictures of you and Josh. Tom couldn’t hear what you and Josh were saying to each other over the sound of the cameras flashing. But when he saw you throw your head back laughing at something Josh said, he was quick to join your side.

“Hey, you. Thought I lost you for a second there.” Tom forced a laugh and wrapped an arm around you.

“Sorry, I ran to say hi. Josh, this is my boyfriend, Tom.” You introduced Tom to Josh.

“Hey Tom. It’s so great to meet you.” Josh said politely and held out his hand.

“You too. Jam, was it?” Tom asked as he shook Josh’s hand.

“What was that?” Josh tilted his head in confusion.

“Oh my God.” You face palmed.

“It’s Josh.” Josh corrected with a laugh.

“Oh. Josh? Am I pronouncing that right?” Tom looked at you to ask.

“Tom. You know how to pronounce his name.” You said through a fake smile.

“I’m not sure I do.” Tom played dumb.

“Thomas.” You said flatly.

“So how do you and Y/n know each other?” Tom asked Josh. You looked up to the sky and counted to ten in your head.

“We were in a movie together a million years ago. It’s called Mockingjay Part One.” Josh answered, making you throw your head back laughing again. Josh laughed too as Tom frowned in confusion.

“I don’t get it.” Tom shrugged.

“I had a cameo in Mockingjay Part One as one of the avox’s.” You explained.

“She didn’t say a single line but she killed it.” Josh praised you.

“And then I was killed.” You added, making you and Josh break down laughing again. Tom looked into an invisible camera and grimaced.

“What’s Mockingjay Part one? I’ve never heard of it and I thought I’ve seen all your movies.” Tom asked you.

“It’s the third Hunger Games Movie.” You told him.

“Oh. Okay. I’ve never seen the movies so I have no idea what you guys are talking about but it had the cadence of a joke.” Tom mumbled. You and Josh didn’t even hear him since you were laughing again.

“How come I die in every movie we’re in together?” You asked Josh.

“I don’t know. But I’ve heard rumors that we’re gonna be in a movie together soon so I’m hoping you get to live to see the end of that one.” Josh said and playfully punched your shoulder.

“Oh yes. I’ve heard the rumors too.” You laughed. “As long as my character stays away from old ropes or President Snow, I should be good.”

“Well even if the movie doesn’t happen, I still want to catch up sometime.” Josh said.

“Barf.” Tom whispered and you elbowed him in the side.

“Please. We have to. My numbers changed since I was 13 so let me give you my new one.” You replied and pulled out your phone. Tom watched you exchange numbers before parting ways. Not before Josh kissed your cheek, of course. Once you were off the carpet and inside the theater, Tom said what was on his mind.

“I can’t believe you gave Jack Hudgens your phone number right in front of me. What if I gave Jennifer Gardner my number in front of you?” Tom whispered to you.

“What? Who are those people?” You whispered back.

“Oh my God. It’s Josh Hutcherson and Jennifer Lawrence. Not Garder. Garder is 13 Going On 30.”

“I thought that was Anniston.” Tom frowned.

“No. Anniston is Friends.”

“Then who was in The Blind Side?”

“Sandra Bullock. Holy shit. We’re not having this conversation again. Just watch the movie.” You whispered and pointed to the screen. Tom rolled his eyes and looked at the screen just as your movie started.

“By the way, Josh is in this movie.” You leaned over to whisper in Tom’s ear.

“What?!” He asked loudly, earning shushes and looks from people sitting nearby.

“Just kidding.” You laughed before kissing his cheek. Tom couldn’t help but smile and held your hand for the rest of the movie.

Tom waited until you fell asleep that night before checking the Internet. He knew it was wrong, but he just wanted to see if any cameras had captured your little reunion with Josh. He opened up Google but before he could type anything, he saw what was trending.

“The reunion everyone is talking about.” Tom read off his screen. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling before going to type something into the search bar.

“Y/n L/n and-“ Tom was about to type his own name when something horrible happened.

“No.” Tom gasped loudly. “Y/n and Josh comes up before Y/n and Tom? This is an absolute travesty.”

“Tom?” You yawned and sat up. “What are you doing up?”

“Nothing. Just some research.” Tom said quickly and slammed the laptop shut.

“Research?” You eyed him skeptically.

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it. Just go back to bed, darling. I’ll tuck you in.”

“Oh no.” You cracked a smile and tried to take the laptop.

“What?” Tom asked innocently and yanked the laptop away.

“Are you sleuthing? Is that what you’re doing right now?” You laughed and tried to get the laptop again.

“Psh. No.” Tom scoffed and held the laptop as far away from you as possible

“Yes you were. Your fingers clacking on that keyboard woke me up. You were sleuthing on me and Josh weren’t you?”

“No.” Tom lied.

“Then let me see the laptop.” You said simply.

“I, uh, I can’t do that.” Tom said without looking at you.

“Why not? What are you looking at?” You asked and scooted closer to him.

“I am looking at…” Tom trailed off and got out of bed as he tried to come up with something.

“Porn. Really dirty and grotesque porn. Like the dirty little London boy I am.” Tom lied to you.

“Oh yeah? Let me see then.” You said and reached for the laptop again. You managed to get it this time and when you opened it, you saw a picture of you and Josh from earlier.

“Aha! I knew it! You sleuthed!”

“I had to sleuth!” He whined. “The Internet has gone crazy ever since you said he was your first love. There are petitions to get you guys to date, did you know that?”

“Oh God, no. Not petitions!“ You gasped. “If only I had free will to do what I want and not be controlled by random petitions on the internet created by 14 year olds.”

“You’re making light of a terrible situation.” Tom deadpanned.

“Do tell me, what’s the terrible situation?” You cracked a smile and tilted your head to the side.

“You and Josh comes up before me and you comes up on Google!” Tom exclaimed and pointed to the laptop.

“What? How can this be?” You gasped again in an exaggerated manner.

“Stop making fun of me.” Tom whined and sat back down on the bed.

“How could I not? Tom, who cares about google searches?” You asked and rubbed his back.

“I do. I care that the world wants to see you with another boy.” He said without looking at you. You smiled sadly and scooted closer to him to wrap your arms around him. He looked over his shoulder at you as he placed his hand over yours.

“Is it so wrong that I want to be the boy people think of when they think of you? I think of us as a matching set. We go together. But now everyone wants to take you out of the set and match you with a different boy.”

“Why do you keep saying “boy” and never man?” You wondered.

“You don’t get it.” Tom mumbled and pushed your arms off of him.

“Wait, Tom. Come back.” You laughed and pulled him into another hug. You felt him relax in your arms so you placed a kiss on the side of his head before cupping his face to look at him.

“I think your feelings are invalid.” You said sweetly.

“Oh. That’s a new one.”

“I think they’re invalid because I’m so in love with you that I don’t even hear what people say. They can say whatever they want about me or who I’m dating or who they want to see me with. I don’t hear it. Because I’m happy and secure in our relationship. So even if the entire world signed that petition and I was offered a billion dollars to make a movie with me and Josh, I wouldn’t do it. Because your feelings matter to me and I know it would make you uncomfortable. The movie would also not get made in general because petitions are not how movies get made but that’s besides the point. The point is, you need to stop caring about what people say about me and Josh and start caring about what I say about me and you.”

“What do you say about me and you?” Tom asked as a slow smile tugged at his lips.

“That this is forever.” You said as you pointed between the two of you. Tom’s smile widened before he leaned in to kiss you. You kissed him back for a minute before pulling away.

“Unless Josh wants me.” You said sweetly.

“I’m gonna smother you with a pillow.” He said in the same tone.

“I love you too.”

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STORIES TELLING: ED TEACH’S JOURNEY FROM ARMOR TO AUTHENTICITY

One of the joys of watching season 2 of Our Flag Means Death is discovering the visual parallels with season 1 that add so much meaning and richness to the story. With affecting, extraordinary economy of visual storytelling, we can see the progression of Ed’s journey from choosing armor in season 1, episode 10 – Wherever You Go, There You Are, to choosing authenticity in season 2, episode 7 – Man on Fire.

[I have to point out the gorgeous cinematography here. Panning down on the left, panning up on the right. The clear resolve of S2 E7 Ed turning to ascend to the deck. I also love the timing of both shots. S2 E7 Ed is turning toward the red silk that S1 E10 Ed will release.]

S1 E10 Ed considers the red silk. The symbol of his tenderness, softness, and vulnerability.

S2 E7 Ed hoists his leathers and his firearm - his literal and symbolic armor and protection - to the edge of the deck.

S1 E10 Ed releases his tenderness, softness, and vulnerability to the sea.

S2 E7 Ed releases his armor and protection to the sea.

S1 E10 Ed throws the person who understands what he’s going through and is in a position to help him work through it in a healthy way, into the sea.

S2 E7 Ed makes breakfast-in-bed for the person with whom he shares emotional and physical intimacy. An act of care and service that strengthens his bond with Stede.

Show, don't tell doesn't seem adequate to describe these two sequences. They are masterful and say so, so much.

The double-edged sword of self-awareness

You’ve really got to give it to Ed. He’s making huge progress. Making a better choice for himself. Moving forward.

Change can be terrifying. For Ed to release that which protected him for decades is, well… it’s courageous and demonstrates hard-won self-awareness and integrity.

Of course, choosing to be authentic to yourself doesn’t translate into automatic relationship building. Understanding and communicating with other people, particularly the person you are in love with, is a related but different skill set. It is also true that, once you know that you can’t perform a persona to please other people, no matter how much you love them, you risk losing them.

Ed in the second frame, above, kills me. He knows that piracy might be the wedge that drives Stede and him apart. He is trying to share how he feels. But Stede is so enamored with finally being a successful pirate (and glowing from the best (and only) love-sex of his life) that he can't hear Ed.

I love that OFMD takes no shortcuts in matters of the heart. If these lads are going to be together for reals, they are going to have to work for it, and there is still much work to be done.

I'm looking forward to likely being simultaneously emotionally fulfilled and mentally devastated by the season 2 finale in about 30 hours.

This meta was written before OFMD season 2 has fully aired. No idea what’s going to happen in the finale (and I’ve generally fled social media to avoid spoilers). I’ll be back, looking at everyone’s fascinating posts after episode 8 airs.

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listed below is everything that i have published for my 2022 kinktober writing event - listed by date of publishing and updated daily between the 1st and 31st of october.

minors please do not interact with any of the content outlined here! thank you!

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

os = one shot ; hc = headcanon set

(readmore used because there are 60-something links to scroll past)

day one ; edging

os . “in the dead of night”

feat. masky (marble hornets) and an amab!reader (they/them) + dub con

hc . howl pendragon (howl’s moving castle)

hc . clotted cream cookie (cookie run kingdom)

day two ; gun play

os . “russian roulette”

feat. din djarin (the mandolorian) and a female!reader

hc . undertaker (black butler)

hc . natasha romanov (marvel)

day three ; overstimulation

os . “cry for me”

hc . steve rogers (marvel)

day four ; breeding kink

os . “the heir”

feat. prince caspian (the chronicles of narnia) and a female!reader

hc . bruno madrigal (encanto)

day five ; impact play

os . “one more time”

feat. mean dom!light yagami (death note) and a gender neutral!reader (they/them)

hc . vincent phantomhive (black butler)

hc . the grabber (the black phone)

day six ; praise

os . “pretty little thing”

hc . daycare attendants (five nights at freddy’s)

hc . jason voorhees (friday the 13th)

hc . sawyer brothers (texas chainsaw massacre)

hc . thomas hewitt (texas chainsaw massacre)

day seven ; hair pulling

os . “weary head”

feat. l lawliet (death note) and a gender neutral reader (they/them)

hc . affogato cookie (cookie run: kingdom)

hc . hawks (my hero academia)

day eight ; body worship

os . “lady in red”

feat. grelle sutcliffe (black butler) and a male reader

hc . undertaker (black butler)

hc . padmé amidala (star wars)

day nine ; daddy/mummy kink

os . “his baby”

feat. erwin smith (attack on titan) and a male reader

hc . jane foster (marvel)

hc . dark!wanda maximoff (marvel)

day ten ; consensual non consent

os . “tourist trap”

feat. otis b. driftwood (the firefly trilogy) and a female reader

hc . bucky barnes (marvel)

hc . asa emory (the collector)

day eleven ; pegging

os . “something new”

feat. tony stark (avengers) and an afab reader (they/them)

hc . korrasami (legend of korra)

hc . valkryie (marvel)

day twelve ; multiple penetration

os . “at world’s end”

hc . slenderman (creepypasta)

hc . hela odindöttir (marvel)

day thirteen ; oral

os . “hell and high water”

hc . eyeless jack (creepypasta)

day fourteen ; knife play

os . “born to rule”

hc . jesse cromeans (laid to rest)

hc . azuma genkaku (deadman wonderland)

day fifteen ; deep throating

os . “king for a day”

hc . baby firefly (the firefly trilogy)

day sixteen ; hand jobs

os . “the consort”

hc . natasha romanov (marvel)

hc . newt scamander (fantastic beasts)

day seventeen ; shower sex

os . “after dark”

hc . levi ackerman (attack on titan)

hc . jennifer check (jennifer’s body)

day eighteen ; threesome

os . “scream for us”

hc . eda clawthorne & raine whispers (the owl house)

hc . gomez & morticia addams (the addams family)

day nineteen ; temperature play

os . “pathetic mortal”

hc . frost queen cookie (cookie run: kingdom)

hc . dabi (my hero academia)

hc . marvel woman (multiple film series)

hc . fire spirit cookie (cookie run: ovenbreak)

day twenty ; gagging

os . “quiet, love”

hc . saeyoung choi / 707 (mystic messenger)

hc . scp 035 (scp foundation)

day twenty one ; sensation play

os . “training”

hc . queenie goldstein (fantastic beasts)

hc . scp 049 (scp foundation)

day twenty two ; collaring

os . “new pet”

hc . sirius black (harry potter)

hc . sinclair brothers (house of wax)

day twenty three ; face sitting

os . “good boy”

hc . wanda maximoff (wandavision)

hc . marauders (harry potter)

day twenty four ; exhibitionism

os . “disciple”

hc . tom riddle (harry potter)

hc . captain caviar cookie (cookie run: kingdom)

day twenty five ; thigh riding

os . “the reward”

hc . charlie morningstar (hazbin hotel)

hc . scp 035 (scp foundation)

hc . remus lupin (harry potter)

hc . original avengers (marvel)

day twenty six ; bondage

os . “all wrapped up”

hc . jumin han (mystic messenger)

hc . hoodie (marble hornets)

day twenty seven ; voyeurism

os . “secret admirer”

hc . ticci toby (creepypasta)

hc . misa amane (death note)

day twenty eight ; breath play

os . “three, two, one”

hc . bo sinclair (house of wax)

hc . tiffany valentine (bride of chucky)

day twenty nine ; pet play

os . “pretty piggy”

hc . sebastian michaelis (black butler)

hc . harley quinn (birds of prey)

day thirty ; period play

os . “the urge”

hc . alcina dimitrescu (resident evil village)

hc . trancy demons (black butler)

day thirty one ; degradation

os . “stupid bitch”

hc . philip whittebane / emperor belos (the owl house)

hc . angela blanc & ash landers (black butler)

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Touchdown - Chapter 3.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1171

Warnings A little bit fluffy, but nothing too scary here. We're warming up now though!

CHAPTER 2.

CHAPTER 3.

“That guy?” Jess shrieked, “You had to interview him?”

“It wasn’t an interview, I had to get a statement.” You said as you craned your neck to look at her phone screen.

“Y/N, he’s hot!”

Jess turned the phone around so you could see a photo of Travis, dressed in his white Chiefs jersey. His light eyes were gazing upwards, and his mouth was slightly parted into a smile. You squinted and looked closer.

“Oh wow. That’s not how I imagined him to look.”

“What do you mean?” She furrowed her brow.

Rubbing your eyes, you sighed, “I don’t know. Besides, I probably won’t be doing it again. I fully embarrassed myself ”

“You never know, they might find it endearing?" Jess took one more glance before locking her phone and putting it into her hoodie pocket, "Are you seeing Tom tonight?”

“I think so. He wanted to take me out to celebrate my first week.”

“That’s nice. Just make sure you’re quiet when you get in. These walls are thin remember.” Jess grabbed the television remote and began searching through Netflix.

You tutted and made your way to your room to get ready. You had met Tom at a New Year’s party with Jess and her friends. You didn’t usually make a habit of going on dates with guys you had met in clubs, but Tom seemed nice. He was an engineer and he had made you laugh all evening and when midnight came, you took a chance and kissed him. You had moved slow as you had only just moved to the city, and you didn’t want to settle too quickly. You still wanted to explore, to do new things and be your own person. But maybe, it was too early to tell.

Your phone lit up as it lay on your bed.

‘I’ll pick you up at 7ish. Tom x’

Smiling gently, you tossed the phone back onto the bed. You were happy to see him. Staring at the rail of clothes, you settled on a black dress and some red strapped heels. After pulling it on over your head, you ran your hands through your hair and slicked on some red lipstick. You took one last look in the full-length mirror next to the door and a deep breath.

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It did not seem to matter how much you twirled the pasta around on your fork, your plate did not show signs of emptying.

“I am so full.”

Tom looked up and smiled, “You don’t have to eat it all, as long as you enjoyed it.”

“Oh, I did. It was delicious. Thank you.”

“No problem. So, your week has gone well then?”

You put one last forkful of food into your mouth before nodding. “Mmmm, yeah.” You said between chewing. “As well as it could I suppose, I’ll get there.” You took the napkin from your knees and pressed it against your lips.

“I’m sure you will. It’s a big thing, a national broadcasting job, you could do anything after this!”

You smiled and looked down, “Yeah, yeah that’s true.” Just as you reached for your glass of wine, you felt your phone vibrate in your bag against your leg. “Sorry, do you mind if I checked it? It could be work?”

Tom shook his head quickly, “No, not at all. Go ahead.”

You leant down to retrieve the bag and reached for your phone. Two new emails. The first one was a circular email for a fashion website that you had subscribed to but the second one made your stomach flip when you noticed the name of the sender.

‘Travis Kelce’

Your thumb hovered over the email but you froze, your eyes boring into the name as you read it over and over.

‘Travis Kelce’

“Is everything okay?” Tom awoke you from your daze.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, nothing important.”

“Are we finished here?” A tall waiter said as he arrived at the table.

You looked up and smiled, feeling the butterflies from your chest slowly departing, “Yes, it was lovely, thank you.”

“Just the bill, please.”

The pair of you walked a little way down the street before you found a taxi to take you back to your house. His hand felt warm and caring and you clung onto it in the fresh evening air. Even though it was early summer, there was a little chill. You clutched at your jacket with the free hand to shield yourself from the cold.

“I could’ve given you a lift, you know.”

“Honestly, it’s fine. You live in the opposite direction and it’s late.”

Tom cleared his voice, “It’s half past 9. Are you going to avoid us coming to each other’s places forever?”

You felt a stab of guilt, “Tom, look. I really like you-“

“Oh, here it is.”

You stopped walking and pulled at Tom’s hand, “No, no that’s not what this is. I just don’t want to rush anything.”

He looked down and smiled, “It been months, Y/N.”

The stab intensified, “I know, I know. Just bear with me, okay.”

The headlights of a taxi shone across you both. You glanced over before looking into Tom’s eyes, “I’ll text you when I get home, okay?”

He pressed his chest into yours and snaked an arm around your lower back. He smelt sweet but musky and his blue eyes pierced into yours. He pulled you even closer and met your lips with his, gently but firmly. You pulled away and looked over to the taxi, giving the driver a wave. Tom winked and walked you to the taxi, giving you one final quick kiss before you stepped into the car.

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Jess must have already gone to bed by the time you had arrived home, so you quietly made your way into your bedroom and changed into your pyjamas and slippers. Sitting down on the bed, you began to remove your make-up and brush your hair into a low ponytail. Lying back onto the bed, your brain suddenly recalled the email from Travis. You quickly reached for your phone and tapped on the email icon, feeling the butterflies returning when his name flashed on the screen.

‘Good evening, ma’am. Thank you for the entertaining phone call. Hit me up if you want to do it again sometime. T.’

Your breathing became heavier, and your eyes were glazing over from staring. You eventually squeezed your eyes closed and opened them again to see the email still there. You didn’t know what was happening, or how to react. He was a stranger to you, and you to him. An email out of the blue was bizarre and you weren’t even sure how he had gotten access to your email address. Was this customary? Should you have sent an email first to thank him for his time? You could feel your eyes starting to feel heavy and your hand became weak. Darkness slowly fell upon you and your body sank into the soft mattress, your head swirling with questions.

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I'm enjoying this, I must say. And by the way, the next chapter is a juicy one! If you're enjoying this series, give me a shout and I'll add you to my taglist.

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staysluttymyfriends97 · 2 years

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Im giving this a try and I have never been so scared

Soo.... I have made a thing. A one shot if you will. I have never done this before I have only really been the person who gave out ideas, never been the one to write it out. So with that being said be nice to me. And there will be selling erros you can of course thank my dyslexia for that one lol

This is a Henry cavil one shot of course

Part Two

Henry Cavil X actress!Reader

Warnings: description of sex (nothing super crazy, its in a memory)

I check the time once more after stepping out of the bathroom. It was 8:45pm. I have 15 minutes of free time before I want to go to bed. Having a full day of press was draining me and an early bedtime is my gift to myself. Even though I know I will be spending that free time down that rabbit hole that is tik tok. I could already predict I was going to be seeing a lot of edits of myself in interview from today. The knock on my door pulls me from my never ending thoughts on how I really think today's press went . I look down at my phone to see that it is indeed 8:47pm. With a grunt I walk to the door to see who it could be . I had asked everyone on my press team , for no updates on tomorrow's schedule after 8:30, even when I had a feeling it was going to be for nothing. I didn't want to think it would only take 15 minutes for them to find something that they felt was “need to know”. I desperately don’t want to go over anything new. My social battery has run dry today. The thought of one more talk about tomorrow's full day will make me cry. I am worn out, worn down and ready for bed. I already have it in my head. I'm going to give the okay on anything they say to me. An interview on the moon? Sure, go book the flight. I will say whatever gets me to bed faster. I swing the door open expecting to see someone from my team standing there ,its normally Jess, ready to give me bad news. Who I wasn’t expecting to see was Zendaya. She has a look on her face I can't quite place. “Whats wrong Tom say something stupid again?” I gave a light chuckle after hopping to break the worried look I could see building on her face. She pushes past me without saying a word. My eyebrows knot as I am trying to put together how to proceed with the sustion. “No by all means come in,” I called back to her as I peak my head into the hallway fully expecting to see Tom running after her down the hotel hallway. I walk back into my room to see her pacing around the foot of my bed. Now I'm starting to worry. After two Spiderman movies together and many other projects I have never seen her this worked up. She was ,for the most part, a very unflappable friend. Anything you said to her ,no matter how direr ,was taken on with an air of confidence . One could feel like nothing was going to go wrong once talking something out with her. No stunt was too crazy, no scene was too hard. Her confidence was just there ready to be poured into you.

“Zen you are going to have to tell me what's going on” I say to her as I walk over, placing my hands on her shoulder getting her to stop her moving around. “I told your team I was the one who wanted to tell you this. But I don't know how to tell you this” she moved so she is looking at me head on now. “Well Doesn't that just make me feel warm and cozy?” hearing myself sound so sarcastic off the jump i add “Sorry, as you were saying.”

“I’m trying to be serious here Y/n.” her tone was a little more urgent this time. “Well knock it off, you're making me nervous and sarcasm is all I got.” I tell her as I move to sit on the edge of my bed. The way she is acting and how she sounds, makes me feel like I will need to be sitting for whatever is coming next. “You are acting like something really bad is about to happen so just take it from the top please.”I tell her as I cross my legs in my lap. Getting myself even more ready for whatever is going on.

She leans back so she is sitting on top of the dresser behind her. Then she lets out a deep sigh as she looks upward, then moves her focus back to me. “So me and Tom were looking over who was going to be a guest with us on the show tomorrow. Because they sent a last minute email saying who it would be ” I stop her before she can move on.

“ What show? The Graham Norton show?” I ask. “Yes, the Graham Norton show” Zen rushed out the answer.

“It should be only me, you and Tom. Because I was the last add on they needed to feel all the seats ,” I told her this as it was a matter of fact. Even though I know she is about to tell me my facts are wrong. She let out another deep breath, giving me the feeling she was starting to get annoyed with my two interruptions so far. “Well yes Y/N, that was 2 hours ago. There has been a last minute addition.”

With that she stopped moving, and speaking. For a moment it looked like she stopped breathing as well. She was looking at me like I was supposed to know who it was just by seeing her in distress. “Am I to guess who it is?”I tried my best to make my voice sound calm. Her uneasiness was all starting to come together. My brain put together that there was only one person who could stress her out like this. My mind was also putting together her stress wasn’t for herself, it was for me. “It’s him Y/N”. I need more from her. I need her to say his name. “Why?” was the only question my brain could come up with. I didn’t want her to say the “who” yet. I needed more time. I hope by the end of this answer I will be ready. “His Netflix show. And the whole thing about having a DC superhero in the same room and a marvel superhero.” I know now it could only be that one person. “ In a world of Hims Zen, I am going to need you to say it.” For the first time tonight she broke eye contact with me. That was all I really needed to know that I was right. The need for her to say his name so I don't have to is to much. I need it to be said out loud. “It's Henry,” she let out a breath this time that sounded more like a sign of relief. Like she didn't have to keep it in anymore, the hard part was over for her. My head was reeling just by his name alone. I was trying my best to keep my face even. I have to act like this wasn't getting to me. Like I didn't think that his name alone was enough to bring me to my knees, what was tomorrow going to be like. In the same room. Breathing the same air. I don’t want her to see how much just his name affected me. I know that if I showed that I was upset, she would stay with me all night. As much as I loved her I didn't want her to see me like that again. Last time was too much for the both of us. “Thank you for telling me.” I move to get up from my spot on the bed. Taking my hand she pulls on it a bit to get me to look up at her. When my eyes meet I can see she is about to say something so I stop her before she does. “I’m going to be okay. Everything will be fine.” I couldn't quite tell if I am saying that for her or for me. I am going to be okay. I am going to be just fine. I will see him tomorrow, I will live through it. “Y/N/N do lie to me to get me out of here faster so you can cry on your own.” I breathe in deep. I should have seen it coming that she wasn't going to believe me. “It was just six months ago you showed up at my doorstep crying so hard you couldn't breathe right.” I didn’t want to correct her but my need to make this sucation funny got the best of me. “It was Tom’s mothers doorstep. You just happened to be there.” She gave me a leveling stair. “ You know you are proving my point right now, right?” I knew this, yes. So all I did was nod my head. “Please, I want to be alone. I also don’t want to be rude because you are being the best friend any girl could ask for right now.” I know she knows I meant it . I needed to say it anyway. “Go back to your boyfriend's room because that's where you were when you got the news. And just be with him. I will see you in the morning. Most likely with eyes so puffy the make-up team will hate me.” There goes my trying to be funny again. Zendaya didn't let go of my hand or make any kind of move. “I mean it, go. I will be fine.” She got it this time. She started to move to the door. Zendaya turned back to me before she reached up for the handle. “I will be in my room if you need me.” I started to shake my head. “ Don’t do that. Go back to him . I'm in no mood to leave this room.” She gave me a nod before she finally made her leave. I know it was hurting her to not stay with me so she could “help me”. I am in no mood to be helped. Six months ago my heart was ripped out of my chest. I grab my phone then make my way around the room turning every light off. I use my phone to light my way back to the bed. I lay on my back in the dark. I know I will not be able to sleep just yet . So I just stare up at the ceiling. And just like most nights when I can not sleep I hear his voice. “I just don’t feel the same way you do”. It's like an echo that keeps repeating. Over and over. This time I allow myself to think about before that moment. Not to think about the words said that morning. Just to think of that night. I close my eyes so I can see it. So I can see myself laughing with his family. So I can remember that feeling of belonging there. To see the look on his mom's face every time she catches him looking at me. The joy she had in her eyes. The way she would pull me aside to tell me the name of her mother and grandmother “Just in case” she would always say then give me a wink. I push past the sadness of never getting to see his family again. To not talk to his mom again.I just need to get past that. I fight with my brain just a little longer till I can see it. Like an out of body experience I can see it. Me just standing there in this childhood bedroom. Watching him as he takes pillows off his bed so he can sleep on the floor. “Hen don’t I can sleep on the floor. Plus I heard all the kids are going to want you to play ball with them tomorrow so you don't need to have a sore back.” he made no move to stop. Full of some kind of courgette I walk to him and take the pillows out of his hand.

“We can share the bed, the world won't end if we do.” My eyes shoot open as I remember my own words. Man was I wrong. I take in the dark room around me.

This wasn't the part I wanted to relive. I close my eyes again. I need the moment after that. I needed it when I got him to lay in the same bed as me. Then because once again my brain was trying to help me I was there. I could see it. Him and I layed face to face.

Even in a darken room I knew he was looking at me. After six years of just being his friend with two of those years being so in love with him it hurt. I was there with him. I would have been just fine if this is how it stayed. If he made no move farther than that. I take a deep breath in as I remember feeling the air change between us. I move my own hand to my cheek as I try to remember how his hand felt when he did the same. If there was one feeling I want to have for the rest of my life it was the feeling of his hand on cheek as he moved his thumb slowly against it. He was stroking my face so softly I remember closing my eyes so I could focus just on that. Then the true turn happened. He moved his thumb ever so slowly to my lips. It just took one swipe across my bottom lip for me to inhale deeply. With the exhale was a whimper of “Please”. That's all it took before his lips found mine. I curse at myself for not remembering how every second went after that. I can remember the pull of clothes and them being dropped to the floor. I can remember him on top of him. I can remember the look of question he gave me before he fully pushed into me. How I bucked my hips up to him, my way of begging. That smile that went across his face. The moan let out once he was fully in. That feeling of his hand covering my mouth. I can remember his whispers of “keep your eyes on me” “please do close your eyes” and it gets me every time I think about it. “That’s my girl”. He kept saying it and my response was the same every time, my hands would tighten whatever part of him I was holding. Then my brain brings me to the part of that night that confuses me the most. The part of us just holding each other. No words just my head on his chest with him rubbing shapes onto my back with his fingertips. As I fell asleep I heard the words “that’s it, I got you”.

I jolt back up in bed. Why on earth would he say that? Why would he say he got me when in fact did not get me. I check my phone to see how long I have been stuck in my day dream. 9:30. Well this has been the shortest amount of time I have been stuck in my thoughts thinking about that night. So I will call this a win. I lay down with a hugh. I try to keep my brain on the night not the morning. I have come to the fact, after 6 months of this, I would rather go to bed confused and horny than sad and feeling alone. But, as with most nights my brain can’t help itself. It can see it. Me telling him I love him. That I have been in love with him for years. Telling him that last night was everything I have ever wanted and needed. That I wanted to spend the rest of my night with that feeling. I can see him standing there, every part of him looked like he was about to say the same thing. Every part but his mouth. That stupid part of him that told me “Don’t, Just Please don’t, We can’t” His eyes that have always given him away was scream that he loved me back, but his mouth was getting in the way of that. With that I ran. I didn't want to hear any lie he was about to come up with.

With that last part of the story done, I close my eyes, falling into a, hopefully , dreamless sleep.

Tada!!! And she is done. There will be a part two I just wanted to get this one out of the way. If you have any questions please let me know. And please if you like or even love it share it with your friend and of course give it a like.

Have a good day all!! And thank you for reading!

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Rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people 🎶

Thank you for the tag @ichinosejager13!

Strawberry Soju by Jesse Barrera

Before Paris by Tom Misch

Magic by Allen Stone

What's New by Megan Thee Stallion

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Lost in Paris by Tom Misch

Give You Blue by Allen Stone

Fine Lines by Jorja Smith

golden hour - Fujii Haze Remix b y JVKE, Fujii Kaze

South of the River by Tom Misch

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caught looking: chapter 1 (knj x ksj)

summary: of course Seokjin has heard the rumors. most of them boil down to this: kim namjoon will get fired from the kiwoom heroes after this season is over. he’s the kbo’s youngest manager in history, one of korea’s darlings, always on every 30 under 30 list, and everyone is sure he’s about to tumble from the tower he’s built. or, namjoon is probably going to lose his job and seokjin is probably never going to make his dad proud, but they have a better shot at overcoming those two things together than they ever have alone.

pairing: seokjin x namjoon

rating: this chapter is for everyone, but there is sex in later chapters, so no minors pls

genre: etl, fluff, smut

au: baseball, specifically the KBO

warnings/tags: idk... swearing, drinking, and general sports things? eventual smut of the gay variety.

hello! sometime last summer (i think) @ugh-yoongi kind of asked for a baseball fic? and it was going to be a namjoon x reader one-shot but then it turned into 60k namjin chaptered madness? idk if i will keep posting it here, but you can definitely read it on ao3 - i have no idea if it's the fic you wanted, jewel, but i hope it becomes a fic you needed :) thanks to jewel and to jess, @the-boy-meets-evil for peeking at this last night to make sure the vibes were good.

It’s a Friday night in April, and Seokjin is at a party.

It’s a party he doesn’t want to be at, but he’s never really had much of a choice in these sorts of things. He’s not there because of his job, although that’s what everyone might think. He’s there, of course, because of his father—the reason he was invited, the reason he was forced to attend.

He’s at a party and he’s wearing a nice suit. The party is more of a gala, a fundraiser for some charity no one here even knows the name of, he thinks. But he looks good in a suit. Even if he hates wearing them, he likes the second glances he gets from pretty men who’re ashamed of themselves.

He’s at a party, and Kim Namjoon is also here, and they don’t talk. Not with words, anyway. They run in the same circles and they see each other at things like this, and Namjoon might be the one person who gets as many leering looks from strangers as him.

He’s at a party, and he watches Kim Namjoon from across the room, in a suit as expensive as his own, looking tortured and handsome and every bit the protagonist. He wishes he were braver, that in this room full of expensive suits on cheap people that he could pull Namjoon away and say, “I feel like I know you.”

Or, “I think we could be friends.”

Or, “How dare you look better than me in Tom Ford.”

He’s at a party and he thinks the way that he looks at Namjoon is probably reflected back in the way Namjoon looks at him. Interested but guarded, a little suspicious.

He’s at a party, and he knows Namjoon has a reputation, and he knows he does, too. He knows that even if they don’t talk, they’ve said innumerable things about each other, and he wonders if they would have said different things if circumstances were different.

Of course Seokjin has heard the rumors. Most of them boil down to this: Kim Namjoon will get fired from the Kiwoom Heroes after this season is over. He’s the KBO’s youngest manager in history, one of Korea’s darlings, always on every 30 under 30 list, and everyone is sure he’s about to tumble from the tower he’s built.

On one hand, Seokjin thinks it’s gross that people are giddy about it—hates that there are people happy to see someone struggling as long as it’s not them. It’s hard to know what to believe, really, because he knows Namjoon is respected. Respected by everyone in Korean baseball, respected by the press, by players. Seokjin’s own father hand picked him to lead the Heroes out of their historic slump… It just hasn’t worked out that way. And if there’s one thing Seokjin knows about this sport, it’s that loyalty will take you pretty far, but winning (and by association, money) will take you farther.

On the other hand, Kim Namjoon (by all accounts), thinks Seokjin is a spoiled, entitled brat even though they’ve never spoken. So, fuck him. Let them eat cake, or whatever.

He’s at a party, spending far too much time considering Kim Namjoon and the way his ass looks in designer pants, when Min Yoongi approaches him with an unexpected proposition and he doesn't know what to think.

“It’s been forever, hasn’t it?”

“Seems like it, yeah,” Seokjin acknowledges.

“Still working for beom-jwe doo?” Yoongi teases.

He laughs, more genuine than polite. The laugh he’s always been told to “tone down.” It’s rare anyone would call the team that to his face. Yoongi’s willingness to be blunt has always been one of Seokjin’s favorite things about him. “Yoongichi, no one’s been arrested this season.”

“It’s April,” he deadpans.

It gets another laugh out of Seokjin. “True,” he says. “But I’m sure the Bears’ arrest records aren’t what you actually wanted to talk about.”

Yoongi gives a nod, motions with his head to the side of the room. It doesn’t go unnoticed that he’s moving as far away from Jin’s boss and his boss’ boss as he can get. “How much?” he says.

“Sorry, what?”

“How much,” he repeats, “to get you to come work for Kiwoom?”

It takes Seokjin by surprise. With everything he’s heard about the state of the team—the surely imminent firing of Yoongi’s right hand man, the animosity in the clubhouse, the tension between ownership and literally everyone else (including Yoongi)—Seokjin figured he would be looking for his own way out, not trying to fortify his front office team. But Min Yoongi is smart, a savant even. He wouldn’t offer if he weren’t serious and Seokjin knows he wouldn’t be serious without a reason.

“I’m listening… but why me?”

“I know what you did in the offseason for Doosan,” he says. “Picking up Kwon? With the numbers he was posting in Japan?”

“He has a skill we needed,” Seokjin says vaguely.

“And Jung?”

It’s met with a smirk. “Same skill.”

Yoongi gives Seokjin his favorite smile, the one that he used to give in college, the one that shows all his teeth and makes him look like a kid in a candy store. “I figured it out,” he says. “But you have the numbers.” He taps the side of Jin’s head gently. “You have everything up here and I want that for Kiwoom. I want you for Kiwoom.”

“Need someone to keep your baby manager in line?” It hasn’t escaped him that Namjoon is watching them carefully from near the bar, unable to school his face, betraying his own curiosity.

This, at least, makes Yoongi laugh. “Namjoon is good,” he says. “He’s doing his best with no money and my inability to convince ownership to give him what he needs.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin agrees. “That’s what it seems like from the outside. I think I could help.”

“I think you could, too.”

“But what’s in it for me? Doosan is a sure bet, Yoongi.”

“So, you want to be an assistant to the assistant general manager forever?” He fixes Seokjin with a skeptical look. “You and I both know you can do so much more.”

He’s right. He also has no idea what it’s like to be Kim Seokjin. He can do more. He could probably run one of these teams in his sleep. He’s breathed and dreamed baseball since he was a kid, but the right kind of opportunities in this business always come with strings attached when your dad is one of the more notable figures in the sport. And on top of that, Seokjin has always been careful to avoid the perception of nepotism. He wants everyone to know how hard he works, and that anything he gets is because he put in the effort. Not because his dad handed it to him. Not that his efforts are rewarded—people will think what they want no matter what.

“A promotion?”

“Vice president of baseball operations. You’ll do everything you do for Doosan, but the title is better, the money is better, and you’ll report directly to me.”

Seokjin almost chokes on his beer. “Seriously?” he hisses. “Don’t fuck with me, Yoongi.”

“Seriously.”

“What will Namjoon-ssi think? He doesn’t like me, you know. Thinks I’ve skated by on nepotism and good looks.” The world of the KBO is small. He knows what people say behind his back.

Yoongi hums in thought. “I think you’ll be good for each other. You could both learn a lot from a different approach.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Seokjin says flatly.

“I know. But I think you already know the answer. It won’t be easy, but if anyone can do it, it’s you.”

And as much as he’s afraid to know the answer, he has to ask the question. “Does my dad know you’re coming to me with this?”

“Yes. He didn’t like it. Said you wouldn’t either, but he knows you’re good at what you do, and he trusts me if I say we need you.”

There it is, the seemingly blind faith that Yoongi’s had since university. They met their freshman year in a sports management lecture. Yoongi had trouble keeping his mouth shut when basic concepts were mansplained to everyone in the class by pretty much anyone in a fraternity, and Seokjin had trouble not laughing each time someone had the audacity to challenge him. Almost immediately, they became friends, and stayed that way while they both navigated working in the “real world.” Seokjin got hired on quickly because he had connections, but Yoongi did it all himself. He’s young for what he does, really young, but he’s always worked harder than anyone Seokjin knows and had a preternatural ability to take advantage of even the slightest opportunities. It makes sense, he thinks, that Yoongi had pushed Jin’s dad to hire Kim Namjoon—also young, ambitious, and willing to do whatever it takes. Maybe it makes sense that he’d want to hire Seokjin, too.

“You’re going to have the youngest front office in the league,” Seokjin points out.

“A little bit older with you joining us,” he replies teasingly.

“I promise I’ll think about it,” Seokjin replies before he takes the last swallow of his beer. “But you know I can’t play middleman for you and my dad, right? If that’s what this is, tell me now so neither of us regret it later. He listens to me less than he listens to you.”

Yoongi nods slowly. “I know. It’s not that. I’ll handle your dad if you handle Namjoon.”

That gives Seokjin pause. “Not sure you’re selling it the way you think you are, Yoongichi.”

“Hey,” Yoongi calls as Seokjin starts to walk away. “I’ll let you call me that all season if you take the gig.”

This is how Seokjin finds himself at a sports bar a week later, sitting across the table from Kim Namjoon, getting all but ignored.

Yoongi, to his credit, is trying. However, his desire for Seokjin to “handle” Namjoon is starting to feel a little fruitless at this point. They’ve been at the table for almost thirty minutes and Namjoon has barely said two words to Seokjin the entire time. Only a, “Hyung didn’t tell me you would be here,” before he shrugged off his jacket and slumped into the booth across from Yoongi and Seokjin, picking at the label of his beer bottle listlessly.

“Anyway,” Yoongi clears his throat. “I wanted you both here because we offered Seokjin a job, and it’s important to the team that we understand how well the two of you could work together.”

Namjoon laughs, but it’s bitter and fake. Seokjin does his best to bite his tongue. Fortunately (or not, maybe), Yoongi does no such thing.

“What is your problem?” he hisses at Namjoon.

“Me?” Namjoon looks incredulous and he sits up straighter. “My problem?” The older two sit and wait for him to continue, the vein in his neck starting to poke out and the peeling of the label of his beer bottle getting more aggressive. “My problem is that you,” he points at Yoongi, “said you’d have my back. You said you’d tell ‘Dictator Kim’ no. You said you’d help this team, and instead, you’re bowing down to him, trying to hire Kim Seokjin of all people.” Namjoon finishes with a scoff and a swig of his labelless beer before setting it back down harshly on the table.

It’s baffling, honestly, because Seokjin can count the number of times he’s actually met or spoken to Namjoon on one hand. On just the three important fingers of one hand, even. They don’t even know each other, so there’s no reason for Namjoon to say his name like it’s a curse.

Even though he knew theoretically that Namjoon didn’t like him, it’s another thing to hear the man himself admit to it. He’s sure he looks a little shocked, he can feel the tips of his ears turning pink with embarrassment. He’s used to people assuming things about him—he’s spoiled, rich, careless and carefree—none of which are really true, but he’s not used to people seemingly hating him off the bat. He’s very charming. Everyone says so. It’s very hard not to want to crawl away and sulk about this just enough as is appropriate for an adult working professional. He likes people to like him. There are worse complexes to have.

Meanwhile, Yoongi looks unimpressed. “Are you done?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” Namjoon huffs.

“Well. Let’s set some things straight. First, this isn’t a democracy, so if I say we’re going to hire him, we’re going to hire him, and you,” he points at Namjoon in a mirror of the other’s action earlier, “will figure out a way to play nice.”

Seokjin hears Namjoon suck in a breath.

“And second,” Yoongi continues, “I am doing all those things. I do have your back. I’m probably the only person in the front office who doesn’t think you should lose your job. And so you know, his dad didn’t want me to hire him. Tried to talk me out of it, actually.” Seokjin winces at this, but Yoongi just keeps going. “But my job is to convince him to let me do what’s right for the team, and hiring Seokjin is the right thing to do. He’s brilliant. You’ve seen what he’s been doing at Doosan. They have a shot at going all the way, Joon. We need that. You need that if you want to have a job next season. So, how about you let me do my job, and I’ll do my best to make sure you can keep doing yours.”

Yoongi doesn’t let his gaze break from Namjoon, who now looks a little sheepish across from them. Finally, the manager speaks. “Okay, let’s give it a shot.”

“And?” Yoongi leads.

“And thank you, hyung. And sorry Seokjin-ssi. I’ll be professional in our relationship from now on. I apologize.”

Honestly, Seokjin’s not even that mad. Maybe having someone be skeptical of him is better than getting fake admiration from people who just want something from him. It doesn’t feel great, but at least they’re starting from a place of honesty. There’s something to be said for knowing where you stand, he supposes.

“Don’t worry about it,” he offers. “If I take the job, I’ll work very hard to earn your trust, and to help you and your team be successful.”

Namjoon mutters something under his breath, and while Seokjin doesn’t hear it, Yoongi grins. “I think you should say it louder, Joonie,” he teases.

“I said, Ithinkyoushouldtakethejob.” His head is tucked down and he mumbles all his words in a rush, but Jin hears it this time. A little louder he adds, “You’ve done an okay job at Doosan. Can’t all be luck.”

“Thank you, I’ll consider it,” Jin replies, amused, giving Yoongi a look. Considering where they started the night, “an okay job” feels like a pretty strong endorsement, relatively speaking.

The conversation slows from there, Namjoon with his proverbial tail tucked, Yoongi and Jin moving on to talk about all the old college friends, players, and front office staff they know in common. It only gets a little awkward again when Yoongi asks about Jin’s ex-boyfriend.

“How’s Seungwook?” he asks.

Namjoon perks a little at that. “Baek Seungwook? Star hitter for the Giants Baek Seungwook?”

Seokjin swallows his beer and nods. “Yeah… an old friend we went to university with,” he says, shooting Yoongi a look. Seokjin doesn’t discuss being gay with most people who work in baseball. It’s bad enough to be a gay man in Korea, it’s worse to be one who works in sports. “I haven’t really spoken to him in a while,” he adds. “Haven’t been down to Busan yet this season.”

Fortunately, Yoongi doesn’t push it. “Ah, well, that’s too bad. He seems like a nice guy.”

Seokjin barely stops himself from rolling his eyes, but before he can say something he shouldn’t, Namjoon chimes in. “Really, hyung? Every time we play them, he’s such a dick. If you ask me, he’s probably being an asshole to cover for something. Small cock syndrome, you know?”

Yoongi laughs and Seokjin gives a surprised smile. Maybe working with Kim Namjoon wouldn’t be so bad. Apparently he can read people well, anyway.

That night, when Seokjin gets home, his roommate is still awake, files strewn across the dining room table and coffee in front of him.

“It’s late,” Seokjin comments, toeing off his shoes at the door. He realizes just now he forgot to tell his roommate he’d be out after work—he should have messaged. If it hadn’t been strictly work, he probably would have invited his friend along. “Sorry I’m so late, I hope you’re not up for me.”

“No, it’s not you. I’ve got a patient I can’t figure out,” Hoseok replies. It’s cheerier than someone neck deep in work at one in the morning should sound.

“You’ve always liked a mystery.” He shuffles past his roommate to get water from the purifier in the kitchen. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon.”

Hoseok sighs and looks up. He looks tired, bags under his eyes from the long hours he’s been putting in. His new job as the only surgical vet at an animal shelter is taking a toll on him, but overall, it seems like it’s been a good change. He makes a little less money than he did at the last clinic he worked at, but he says he feels like he’s really helping in a way he wasn’t before. “What about you?” he asks, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re out late.”

“Ah, had drinks with Min Yoongi.”

This seems to pique Hoseok’s curiosity. He turns around in his chair to fully face Seokjin. “A meeting with Min Yoongi? What about?”

“I didn’t say it was a meeting, I said it was drinks.”

“Please, hyung. I may not be a KBO bigshot, but I know how you do business.”

“In slightly questionable sports bars in Myeongdong at midnight?”

“Exactly.”

Seokjin slides into a chair across from Hoseok and sighs. “Remember that fundraiser I went to last week? Yoongi was there, too. He offered me a job.”

“At Kiwoom?”

“Of course at Kiwoom, he’s not really authorized to offer me a job with the Wiz or the Eagles, is he?” He’s lucky Hoseok knows him so well and won't take his sarcasm as anything other than a joke.

Hoseok puts down the file he’s been holding and seems to consider what his roommate is saying. “I thought you didn’t want to work for your dad.”

And there it is, the thing he’s been struggling with. He doesn’t really want to work for his dad’s team, doesn’t want to think his promotion is nepotism, knows exactly what it’ll look like on the outside, to everyone who doesn’t know that as much as he doesn’t want to work for Kim Minjun, his father wants Seokjin working there even less. “I don’t, but it’s Min Yoongi. And… I don’t know, Hobi, maybe I could use a change. Things have been… difficult the last couple of months.”

His roommate reaches out and rubs his forearm soothingly. Hoseok is the only one who knows everything, the one who watched him go through a bad relationship with Seungwook and an even worse break up. The only one, except apparently Min Yoongi, who knows that for all the good he’s done for Doosan, he’ll never get promoted there—the ownership hates his dad, thinks they’re rivals, got upset with the front office when they realized a “Kiwoom Kim'' had been hired into their organization. Hobi’s the only one who has heard all the stories of the old men who work with him whispering about Seokjin in the halls, talking about how he’s just a pretty face, just a stuck up rich kid. Talking about how his father probably planted him there to steal information.

If only they knew that Minjun didn’t want him either.

If he let himself feel his feelings like Hoseok says he should, he’d be sad and feeling unwanted: not good enough for Seungwook, not good enough for Doosan, not good enough for his own father.

“A change might be good for you,” Hoseok affirms.

“I’ll never get what I want at Doosan,” Seokjin agrees. What he doesn’t say are the four things he really wants. He wants to work with people that believe in him, to prove to his father that he’s worthy, to have a new office phone number so Seungwook can’t leave angry drunk voicemail for him anymore, and to bring in a little extra money to help out with the apartment. Hoseok works so hard, and Seokjin knows he feels guilty about contributing less on his shelter salary than he used to. He’d like for his best friend to worry less and sleep more.

“Respect.” Hoseok says it with finality. “Do you think you’ll get it at Kiwoom?”

“I know I won’t get it at Doosan, so maybe I should try,” Seokjin replies with a sigh.

Hoseok nods. “And,” he says with a grin, “their manager is super fucking hot.”

Seokjin chokes on his water, and for the second time that night feels the tips of his ears turn pink. “Kim Namjoon?”

“Yeah, I mean, have you seen him? Tall and thick, and you know on the off chance that they win and you see him smile?” Hoseok practically swoons. “The dimples.”

Of course Seokjin knows this, he’s gay and has a pulse. “You don’t follow sports, Hobi,” is the weak response he comes up with.

“I’m not blind, though,” Hoseok counters, and it’s a good point. Namjoon is everyone’s type—almost three meters tall, has a publicly documented habit of going to the gym at all hours of the day and night and the build to show for it. He’s got a sharp jaw, a cute nose, and trench-deep dimples that split his cheeks on the rare occasion he smiles. It’s just that… Well, Kim Namjoon is kind of an asshole, and if tonight was any indication, working with him might be hard enough to counteract any or all of his hotness. Even when he wasn’t actively being an asshole, he wasn’t exactly bubbly.

It’s not like he’s oozing charm. Which is what Seokjin tells Hoseok.

“When’s the last time you even spoke to him?” Hoseok asks. “I didn’t know you really knew each other.”

“He was at the bar tonight.” Seokjin says it with all the nonchalance he can muster, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t now thinking about the way Namjoon’s biceps flexed under his shirt sleeves while he picked at his beer. Or the way he brushed his (soft-looking and very shiny) hair off his face in a nervous habit. Or the sharp line of his jaw when he clenched it in annoyance. God. Maybe Seokjin just really needs to get laid. It’s been way too long, and sex with Seungwook was never as satisfying as he told his ex that it was. If he’d been getting a good dicking, he wouldn’t be thinking about hot asshole Kim Namjoon. Or he’d at least just be thought of as “potential co-worker asshole” Kim Namjoon.

“You’re blushing,” Hoseok says, clearly amused.

“Am not,” he counters like a grownup.

“Fine. But you can’t argue he’s not hot.”

“He’s an asshole.”

Hoseok just laughs. “Well, if Seungwook was any indication, sounds like Namjoon might be your type.”

He doesn’t even want to justify that with a response. If Hobi had been in the bar earlier, had seen what Seokjin saw, he wouldn’t even bring up Namjoon’s good looks. “Too soon, Hobi,” is what he says, standing up from the table. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“It’s been six months,” his roommate says, tone softer. “I’m teasing you about Kim Namjoon, but maybe you should consider getting back out there with someone.”

And of course he’s thought about it. Almost downloaded dating apps, found himself scoping out possibilities at his favorite bar in Itaewon more than once. It’s just that he doesn’t really feel worthy, and a random one-night stand with a guy who only fucks him because he’s pretty and then leaves at the earliest opportunity probably isn’t going to do much for his self-esteem. Maybe he’s a romantic. Maybe even after everything, he wants a relationship again, but healthy this time. Wants to feel valued and trusted and cared for. It’s not much to ask for, and it’s so much to want at the same time. It’s also too late (or early at this point) at night to say all that to his roommate, especially because Hoseok probably already knows.

“I’ll think about it,” he says instead.

“That’s all I can ask for. Goodnight, hyung.”

“Goodnight, Hobi.”

Seokjin slips under his sheets after a shower. His mind is still whirling after meeting with Yoongi and Namjoon. It could be a terrible idea to go work for the team his dad owns. Especially if what Yoongi says is true and Minjun didn’t want to hire him. At least his eomma would be happy, anyway. She’s always wanted Seokjin and Minjun on the same team—literally and figuratively. And then there’s the Namjoon problem, Namjoon who would only work with Seokjin begrudgingly, who seems to think he’s just the pretty, rich kid that skates on by.

With a sigh, he resists the urge to rub his hands over his face (not after completing his skincare routine—he’s this pretty for a reason, after all). He thinks about what his roommate said, about maybe needing to put himself out there. And he may not be ready to dive into dating again, but this is one way he can put himself out there that might be a little less scary. At the end of the day, no matter who signs his paychecks, this is baseball. And Seokjin probably isn’t the world’s best boyfriend or roommate or son, but he’s pretty fucking good at understanding baseball. And he knows he can help Kiwoom. And if he can do it for a bigger paycheck while also maybe gaining his father’s respect and escaping the judgmental stares of the old, stuffy men in the front office at Doosan?

Maybe there’s not much to lose.

Before he can change his mind, he opens Katalk and sends a message to Yoongi.

I’m in. How soon can I start?

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