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prael · 4 months ago

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Day 1: Scandal

Aespa Karina x male reader smut

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They're calling it the scandal of the century. A downright disaster. People scrambled in the aftermath, but the damage had been done, the proverbial milk spilt. And oh, did the milk spill alright. It sounds like everyone had tuned in right around the country. Hell, right around the world.

If they didn't catch it live, then they certainly caught the post-game replays.

There are a lot of those going around.

No amount of damage control could have prevented it from exploding all over the Internet and into every gossip rag imaginable. But damn it if her PR team hadn't tried to stop it anyway. They had gone on the offence—attacking everyone and anyone who had even so much as hinted at the incident. Filing every legal document they could just get it removed.

It doesn't matter. The damage is done. The ties are cut and you're both hung out to dry.

Well before it happened, there had been warnings. Karina was still fresh off the back of her first Dispatch leak. The two of them weren't even really dating. Two young, rich and hot adults were just fooling around, so once it hit the press and the online articles came in, she took the axe to that relationship right away. She could always find another dick to ride on.

That she did; your dick, and damn did she ride it.

It was a friend of a friend thing. You know one of those 'I showed this girl your picture and she wants to get to know you' things. To be honest, you thought it was a joke. Of course, you did. How often does some K-pop starlet want to have dinner with you?

Anyway, three months down the line and you're two and half months deep into, well, being deep into her.

Her apartment is nice. Her bed is nicer, or at least it is with her in it.

You spent night after night together doing every nasty, carnal thing she wanted. She loves it. You would come to realise she's a bit of a nymphomaniac—and you fucking love it. But, even still, you kept it casual. Kept it quiet.

Didn't work too well.

There was a close call, once.

You put it down to getting a little too comfortable. The guard slipped for just the briefest moment of weakness. Though, if anything, you would at least put part of the blame on the whole system. See, Karina can't catch a flight without the entire thing being documented. She arrives at the airport and they're all there waiting with cameras in hand to get the latest snap of her airport fashion as she comes out of the van. They know what flight she's on and the exact departure time, and then when she lands there's another group of fans waiting.

So it goes without saying, you two can't just waltz in there hand-in-hand. So you book the same flight, seated far enough away from her that no one would question a thing. You shouldn't speak, not until you're safely at the other end and in the privacy of the hotel room, but Karina is Karina.

So she texted you, this one time in the departure lounge. A twenty-minute window and directions to the toilets of the private lounge. There, in the small cubicle, you slipped down her jeans, turned her around, bent her over and made her feel good.

It was quick and messy. Nothing like how the sex would be in her hotel later that night. You had her cheek pressed against the door of the cubicle, your hand covering her mouth to stifle the noise, and your dick going balls deep in her hot pussy while her hand rubbed away at her clit. It was desperate and hungry—more the need to release the sexual tension than to enjoy it.

But damn was it fun.

She deepened the arch of her back and presented herself just that bit more for you and you watched every inch go inside her with each thrust. Watched as your cock spread apart those soft pussy lips of hers and vanished into the warm embrace of her body. Her ass shook as your hips slapped against it and eventually, her legs trembled so much that you had to wrap your arm around her waist to keep her up.

But when you came—and you came deep—someone entered the bathroom. Their presence was unknown until you heard the faucet run. For a brief, horrifying moment you thought it might be someone waiting to bust you.

A security guard or maybe a tabloid reporter ready to get their story. The scandal of the century? Not quite.

Just another passenger. They didn't even realise who they were next to as they washed their hands. But the idea that you both could've been caught, had Karina let that moan slip or if you hadn't just stopped pounding her against the door so hard that it rattled the hinges.

Afterwards, with your spent dick sliding out from between her tight thighs, it was something Karina whispered in your ear. She said, "That was close. We'll have to be more careful."

If only you knew just how careless she was about to be...

See, it was a pretty normal evening. She texted you a time to come over, and you took all the usual precautions. (There's a side door into the block and a service elevator that Karina made sure to get the passcode for.) Admittedly, you got there five minutes early, but it wasn't the first time it had happened, and since the first time, Karina made sure to leave a sock on the bedroom door just in case it happened again. She was streaming, you see, an Instagram live session. One of those things where the adoring fans get to listen to their idols talk about themselves, or their day, or sometimes with Karina, something a little out of the ordinary.

So you waited. A drink of water, sitting on her couch, and letting curiosity take over. You opened up her Instagram, watched her for a few minutes, and smiled to yourself because, as usual, she was simply being Karina. No topic, just rambling, but there were thousands watching anyway, because well, why wouldn't they?

A smile crept onto your face as you watched, knowing that she was in the next room, just looking that good, and soon enough you would be in there ravishing her. There were thousands upon thousands of other people, jealous of you without even realising you existed, who would give almost anything to be in your shoes—to be able to do the things you do to Karina. Fuck, some of them would probably sell everything they owned.

Then she started saying goodbye to people. Signing off, wishing them a good night, whatever. So you locked the phone and waited until she came down the hallway.

She was moving quickly, right towards you. Bare feet hitting the wooden floor in hurried little slaps. She jumped right into your lap without so much as a 'Hello', and she clamped her legs, clad in tight yoga pants, around your waist. She grabbed either side of your face and kissed you, a hand reaching back and pulling on the hair at the base of your skull as she did.

And it wasn't soft either.

It was fierce and aggressive. Her tongue forced its way into your mouth, pushing against your own, flicking over your teeth. She ground herself against the erection growing beneath her and breathed hot breath against your lips while biting down on the lower one.

"You," she gasped. "Take me to the bedroom... Now."

"Hi to you too," you joked, putting your arms under her butt.

She was so very easy to carry. Maybe because you had done it so many times before. But she had always been a light little thing, so slender apart from exactly the places you would want her to be big. It always made it so easy to pin her against the wall with her leg over your shoulder, to press her up against the shower and bounce her up and down on your cock while steam filled the bathroom. But mostly it was great because you could easily throw her down on the bed.

Tonight wasn't going to be any different.

Except it was, wasn't it? But neither of you knew that just yet.

As you walked toward her room, holding her gorgeous body up with nothing but a firm grasp on her ass, she kept whispering things to you. Whispered them right against your ear, her voice low and husky as she did. She told you about all the things that she wanted you to do to her. The things that she wanted to do to you. Like some raw, filthy script of a play long overdue to be performed.

"...and then I want you to put it right back in my pussy and cum in me again and again," she said it right as you pushed through the door. Look, Karina's room isn't that huge, but when you're dying to get your cock into her, going all the way to the bed seemed like such a pain when there was a perfectly good wall right there. You turned and pinned her against it.

There you two stayed for a while, locked in that embrace, kissing and nibbling. She wrestled your shirt off over your head while you peeled up her sports bra. You bent your head down to her chest and kissed along the valley between her breasts. Her soft skin warm against your lips, and you kept pressing them down on her, leaving faint wet marks until you reached one of those pert pink nipples. You cupped her tit and you sucked. Hard.

A little whimper of appreciation followed by a slight tremble through her body was the response.

You went from one to the other. Fingers caressing one and your mouth on the other, switching between them, never fully committing to either, keeping her guessing as to which nipple would feel the bliss next. Karina knew what she wanted, and she simply wouldn't wait. Maybe the rush to get fucked could be blamed for all of this.

See, while you sucked her tits, she pulled down her leggings and her underwear. Maybe it was desperation, maybe it was convenience, but she didn't even pull them past her knees. Instead, as you continued your adoration, she unbuckled your belt and let your trousers fall to the floor. Your underwear didn't last long either. She gave a couple of lazy strokes up the length of your cock, just enough for her to feel it getting hard. Enough for her to know you could give her what she needs.

She twisted between you and the wall and leaned against it; her tits pressing against the white paintwork, and she stuck out her ass. "Don't hold back," she instructed. "I need it."

For all the focus you gave her tits, Karina does have a hell of an ass.

So with her arms up above her head and grasping high, she looked perfect. The swell of her hips, the curve of her ass—it was just to be grabbed and slapped. Those legs looked fucking perfect, slightly muscled from hours of dance practice but still so thin and lean. And between them... fuck. If there's such a thing as a pussy so good it should win awards then Karina better prepare her speech.

You weren't gentle.

Gentle doesn't work for her. Gentle is boring. Normal. Vanilla. Karina's tasted it all before and she's bored. You won't remember the first time she said those words to you. She made you promise not to judge her but she told you exactly how depraved and slutty she really wants to be in bed.

So when she said, "Fuck me hard," you did exactly that.

Spit on your cock was enough to get it slick. You stroked the tip up and down across her waiting pussy a couple of times and found the right place. Then you slid it right inside her, letting it rest buried for just a moment before you pulled back. You didn't even go halfway before you thrust it right back into her. Right down to the balls. Deep as you can go.

A pleasured hiss passed over clenched teeth as her cheek pressed against the wall and she nodded, just once, telling you that she wanted more. You fucked her harder, feeling her hot insides clench at your cock. Her hips smacked against the wall with each thrust, the room echoing with the sounds of your flesh coming together. The squelch of her wet hole was barely audible over her cries. Cries that steadily increased in volume the longer you held her against the wall, the more aggressively you bucked your hips against her, the harder you drove your dick into her body.

"Don't stop!" she cried out as her legs shivered.

No danger of that.

Maybe you should have.

Karina was struggling. To not fall apart in your hands, to hold herself against the wall, but also just to keep breathing as the intensity of your deep pounding washed over her, making her shudder and shake in front of you. One of her hands flew down to between her legs. The tips of her fingers went in a circle around her clit.

But as much fun as taking her against the wall was, she would fall if you continued.

So you did what you knew you could so easily do, just threw her. Her quivering body collapsed onto her bed after a small stumble. Right into the one place in the room, she shouldn't be.

See, Karina was sitting just here, maybe ten minutes earlier. You were watching, on your phone. She had chatted and joked and waved goodbye, just where you were about to fuck her.

She clambered up the bed and onto all fours, looking back at you with lust-drunk eyes, urging you on, needing to be fucked some more. So you crawled right up behind her, took a grip of those beautiful hips and you slipped your cock back inside her.

One stroke and you bottomed out within her.

Two strokes and she began moaning again.

By the third, you were slamming her forward with each push.

The bed creaked in protest as you hammered yourself into Karina, keeping up with what she wanted as she pushed back at you, meeting every buck of your hips with equal force and speed. At least one orgasm tore through her body. You felt it in the way her body contracted around your thick shaft as you drove it deep inside her, but also heard it in the way she screeched through gritted teeth. Saw it as she clawed at the blankets, grabbing handfuls of material and pulling at them as her body tensed up.

"Cum," she pleaded with just the one word.

And that's what you did. Her little pussy made sure of it. Feeling her spasm around you, squeezing your throbbing cock so tightly that you couldn't resist but join her in ecstasy. So you flooded her sweet cunt, sending ropes of cum into her waiting body, painting her walls, feeling every inch of her pussy pulse as her body urged yours to give her everything it had. Her cries mingled with the heavy panting as you emptied your balls within her.

You couldn't keep it up. Fucking Karina sometimes feels too intense, takes so much energy out of you, makes your muscles burn. So you had to withdraw from her and rest back on your haunches, catching your breath, your heart racing. But Karina is Karina.

She turned around and before you could move, she had taken hold of your thighs and moved forward. Her lips wrapped around the tip of your glistening cock and began sucking on it. As her tongue rolled across the slit and along the underside, tasting your seed and her own juices combined. Her cheeks hollowed, eyes staring up at you from behind damp hair and you felt her moans reverberating through you.

How can she do this every time? How can she make you recover so quickly? Because you did. No sooner had Karina placed her head in your lap than you grew hard again. You were left fighting that war against conflicting desires: whether to push her off and have her again or keep the pleasure of having her mouth on you. Every swirl of her tongue across the sensitive parts of your cock, the feeling of her lips gliding along its length, her throat opening and the tightness taking your crown.

"Oh shit..." you groaned. "Are you trying to kill me?"

She didn't answer but you noticed her hips wiggle slowly side-to-side.

It wasn't long before she relinquished the grasp she had on your thighs and let you pull her into position. A roll onto her back. A pillow under her lower back. You hooked one leg over your shoulder while she held the other out wide, laying right on the edge of the bed. You sank into her again and again, rocking the entire bed with each thrust.

And how you only wish now that you had at literally any point taken a look to your right. Maybe you would have questioned why her phone was still there. Maybe you would have made her check the thing was actually off.

Of course, you know now the mistake that Karina made.

You pushed her down into the bed, pressing her leg against her chest as you fucked her. Fucked her deeply. You had changed the tempo now, switched to something slower, more powerful and purposeful. That load you left in her cunt made the whole thing a mess. You pounded into her and it spilt between you, running down her ass and soaking her bedding. Karina gasped as her second climax crashed through her.

Her phone caught it all.

Every minute.

When Karina came, so loud, so hard, so intense that she didn't know who or where she was, people were watching. Her fans watched. When she said your name as she stared up into your eyes with such gratitude, they were listening. And when you came for the second time, she made sure everyone could hear.

"I feel it," she whispered, her fingers digging into your arms. "I feel it. All of it. Give me more. Fill me."

She pulled at her thighs, spreading herself open and making you groan into the crook of her neck as your throbbing dick pulsed, unleashing another load of thick cum deep within her body, making another wonderful mess. Leaving her already soaked cunt saturated. Together you lay like that, two exhausted bodies wrapped in an embrace, your cock twitching, occasionally releasing a few drops inside her. Karina giggled.

"There's nothing better than that feeling," she groaned. "Nothing... better."

She looked right into your eyes as she said it.

"It's my favourite thing in the world."

So you kissed her, both of you falling into the tangled mass of sweat-soaked blankets while you stayed on top of her. She didn't want to let go, not yet, not while the closeness and warmth were shared. Your bodies pressed together with your softening cock still inside her until eventually you slipped out and came to lie beside her. She nestled up against your chest.

In the silence that proceeded, there was a vibration across the room. Your phone is still in your pocket, somewhere on the floor. You let it ring out, while you lay there, breathing heavily. Again it vibrated. "Ugh," you groaned, "Leave me alone."

"Is someone missing you?" Karina teased.

"Doubt it," you replied.

Karina let her hand trace patterns across your chest, moving slowly towards your hip. You knew the game. Get you hard again, and ride you into the middle of next week. It worked, too. Even though you protested, her hand wrapping around your shaft soon brought it back to life. Sensitive strokes had you squirming and groaning.

"Well, whoever it is will just have to deal with the fact you're mine tonight," she purred.

Then you heard an unusual noise. Another buzz. But not your phone. From somewhere else. But you paid it no attention as Karina got up from your chest, swung her leg over you and began lowering herself down onto you. What started as slow gentle fucking quickly progressed back to something far hungrier and desperate. Her nails dragged lines across your torso, your hands gripping tightly at her waist to steady her. You watched as your cum leaked out of her cunt and onto you as she rode.

You reached between her legs and scooped up a blob, bringing it to her lips.

"Lick it," you told her. "Taste it."

And she opened wide for your fingers and cleaned them up. "That's what you wanted?"

"Yeah. Tell me what it tastes like."

"Tastes like us," she moaned, fucking you faster, pushing you deeper.

Then she leaned back, making a show of the way she rolled her hips against you. Bouncing as she impaled herself on you. Her head rolled back and her eyes closed as another orgasm approached. It built slowly, the intensity growing higher and higher until she teetered on the edge, balanced between bliss and rapture. The way her tits bounced had you hypnotised. Focus locked on her. Ignoring the phone that continued to ring.

She was close. Really close. Riding you frantically. Her moans turned into short desperate gasps until she had no voice left. You heard the scream before and saw how hard she came, but now you had front-row seats to watch it all again. Her muscles tightened and spasmed. Her rhythm faltered.

Your phone rang.

"Shit. Oh fuck!" she screamed, throwing her head back, arching her spine and freezing mid-thrust.

Her cunt gripped you tightly. Squeezing, milking. Urging you to release within her once more and give her that final gift. You felt her leak over you. Watched as her pussy throbbed as she rode out those final moments, struggling to continue as her strength failed. You grabbed her hips and did the work. Thrusting up into her repeatedly. Feeling her cum dribbling down your shaft and over your balls. Fuck, she's messy.

She panted desperately and let her arms drop by her side, staying arched and leaning back. You helped her balance. She needed it.

Your phone kept ringing.

You ignored it. You fucked up into her, wanting nothing more than to cum inside her again. Your muscles burned. You clenched your teeth. The pressure in your lower abdomen was unbearable. But you pounded up into Karina, making her call out with each thrust, while your grip on her probably turned her hips purple. The pleasure in you rose and rose, so fast, so intense, and without warning it broke.

You came again.

Holding her down and shooting your cum deep inside her. Gasping for air as you did, flooding her body with rope after rope until her insides dripped. Her thighs became glazed in the evidence of your passion.

Then you lowered her down to lie against your chest and you held her close. Until her breathing settled and you could hear her purr, "I think you've outdone yourself this time."

"I think you'll kill me," you joked in return.

"But imagine how happy I'd be if you died from giving me too many orgasms."

A laugh. Another vibration. "Whoever that is must really need me," you grumbled.

"Fuck them," she laughed.

"Why, when I can keep fucking you?"

Karina bit her lip. She seemed pleased with that answer. Then you realised that even as you softened within her, she hadn't stopped grinding against you. Making those slow circles, keeping herself stimulated and trying to get you hard again.

"You're relentless," you marvelled.

"And you love it."

"I love-"

There's a bang at the door and then a bell.

Karina groaned. She sighed. She relented.

Then she rolled off your spent cock, letting it slip from her swollen cunt and you both stared at the ceiling. "Maybe they'll go away?" you mused. They didn't.

"Come on," she huffed. "Stay there. Let me get rid of them."

You listened to her walk across the hardwood floor in her bare feet. Unstable steps courtesy of your enthusiastic rutting.

She pulled on a robe and left the room. Your phone vibrated again as she left, so finally you rolled out of the bed, crawled to find your pants and pulled the damn thing out.

More missed calls and messages than you could count, and not just one person. Your friends, Karina's friends, and... Karina's manager? Face recognition kicked in and the phone unlocked. You're staring at Karina's messy bed.

You're staring at Karina's messy bed on your screen.

The icon has the word 'live' beside it.

You're staring at Karina's messy bed on Instagram Live.

Your heart stops beating. Your breath catches in your throat. You swallow nothing. Wait. One. Two. Three.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" is the scream from across the apartment. You look at the phone again. Karina's messy bed, on Instagram Live, with millions of viewers.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

That was when the realisation of your combined carelessness struck you both—separated by a wall, finding out from two different sources.

Now, they're calling it the scandal of the century. A downright disaster.

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toxinoire · 4 months ago

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Okay okay so the scene where Glinda and Elphaba were about to escape the palace via hot air balloon, they failed because the roof closed.

But imagine what would have happened if it hadn't.

The balloon would fly, and they would escape.

Where do the winds take them?

Kansas.

Specifically, to where Dorothy is.

Dorothy, who's still around like 6 or 7.

So by some miracle, Dorothy's family lets them stay since someone needs to watch the young child while they're all away. So they basically become nannies/older sisters/substitute parents to this child.

Elphaba loves using her magic to make the little one laugh. And Glinda loves helping Dorothy dress up. The magic is a well kept secret.

Elphaba teaches Glinda some magic. While Glinda is not as powerful nor can she do as much, there are little things she can do. Such as make small objects float towards her, make flowers bloom, and control bits and pieces of light (I personally think magic is connected to not only emotion but personality).

As time passes by, Gelphie finally dates because 10 year old Dorothy one day asks Elphaba "where's your girlfriend?" while Glinda was just in the other room. Leading to an inevitable talk.

Gelphie's relationship is a well guarded secret by them and Dorothy, it took a while to explain to Dorothy why it's not so safe to tell others yet (remember the year this was made y'all), but she eventually got it.

When Toto was given to Dorothy, he did nawt like Glinda at first. He did eventually warm up to her, but Glinda still pouts about it sometimes.

Now the storm--well, tornado.

So, the house finally lands. Elphaba and Glinda step out first to make sure it's safe for teenage Dorothy to be outside.

And then the dawning realization that they're back at Oz strikes them.

And from the posters they see, it's clear that Elphaba is still wanted. Though this time, so is Fiyero. Because Fiyero lost Elphaba, the girl he's in love with but hadn't told, and Glinda (whether or not you personally believe he and Glinda had truly been in love may vary, but he cared about her, that's his bestie), he decided to take a stand as well. But of course, he had been painted as the wicked vigilante. Now, as for Glinda, she had been used to make Elphaba seem more of a villain--Morrible had been saying that Elphaba kidnapped her.

Dorothy is wondering why their names are all over this place Dorothy never heard of. Glinda and Elphaba are just like "sit down for this"

Dorothy is just "...I love that, actually."

And so now, they have to find a way home, then Elphaba fucking sees who's under the house.

And that night is spent through Elphaba crying in Glinda's arms, Glinda trying her best to comfort her, and Dorothy is also trying her best to be there.

Elphaba gets to keep the shoes this time.

Now their main question is how the fuck do they get home (they don't know of the shoes, how could they when they've been away from Oz for too long), find Fiyero, and maybe Boq, and maybe take the wizard down if they have time. How do they do all that when Elphaba is still blacklisted and Glinda is seen as some victim?

(Then maybe Glinda thinks out loud, what if there was a universe she hadn't been able to be there for Elphaba? And then the Dragon clock answers "Every other universe, you weren't there. Every other, you could never reunite. This is the only one you do." And upon hearing those words, Glinda becomes even more determined to stand by Elphaba's side because since his the only universe she stood with her, as an apology on behalf of her other selves, she'll make up to all the other Elphie's as much as she can here where she has this privilege to be with her)

#wicked the musical #wicked #wicked movie #the wizard of oz #dorothy gale #elphaba thropp #glinda #galinda upland #fiyero tigelaar #wicked elphaba #wicked glinda #wicked fiyero #gelphie #elphaba x glinda #glinda x elphaba

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mv1simp · 9 months ago

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Into It ♥️ Part 1 of 3

Max Verstappen x Girlfriend!Reader

i'm into it, yeah, says she wanna fuck me later, girl i'm into it

the one in which you’re newly dating your gorgeous boyfriend, max verstappen, after months of pining and flirting. he’s the perfect gentleman, so romantic and treats you just right! now how do you tell him that you’re desperate for mad max to come out and rail ur insides without sounding like a freak 😚

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut but this time with some plot lol, reader essentially is just trying whatever tactic she can to seduce her bf and make mad max come out in bed, size kink, dom/sub elements, 4k WC

PART TWO HERE ♥️ PART THREE HERE ♥️

You look up blissfully at your boyfriend, Max, from where you’re tucked into his side, his strong arm scooping you against him and keeping you warm. You’re rewatching an old classic, Shrek 2, as you wind down from your dinner plans with your friends earlier than evening. Lando and Daniel had joined as well, teasing you and Max mercilessly about how you two were finally together and that the whole F1 grid had been placing bets on when you would make it official.

You had flushed in a combination of embarrassment and giddiness, unable to hold back a matching laugh with Max who had looked over at you with an adoring gaze, his own heart warm with happiness about finally being able to call you his own. You two had run in the same Monaco circles for years - with him as a driver and you on the McLaren legal team. Though initially you only saw glimpses of him through paddock interviews or social media posts celebrating his multiple winning streaks, the two of you had become a lot closer the past couple years through his friendship with Daniel and Lando. Soon enough you were joining them at weekly Padel sessions, leading to you and Max exchanging funny cat memes or popping online to decimate him and Lando on a Call of Duty stream and then eventually onto deeper conversations, from his latest breakups with his model girlfriends or quiet ramblings with a bottle of wine outside a booming party about the pressures of demanding fathers.

Of course, tongues were wagging anytime you two were seen together - especially when Max had his first time in years being single for months before you had gotten together. You couldn’t deny that you had always thought the older Dutch man was incredibly handsome and funny, always full of interesting facts about niche topics, and you found his intensity and passion for his racing career so attractive, as a high powered professional yourself as a lawyer for a luxury car brand’s executive board. But you had always curbed any growing feelings you had for Max, paranoid that it would compromise the strong friendship you two had developed. Besides, given his affliction for dating vogue models, and his respectful gazes or polite touches compared to the much more flirtier ones from other drivers on the grid, you had never thought max considered you attractive.

But somehow, despite both your busy schedules, despite max being across the globe, you always ended up calling each other first to share sad, happy, or even just boring news. You had never once imagined that after winning his most recent championship the first person he came looking for in his celebrations that night was you, his face flushes from champagne and hugging you tightly, his eyes shining with warmth as he told you he couldn’t have won it without you and suddenly you could no longer deny the rapid palpitations of your heart when you looked up at him. And as he looked at you, thumb gently brushing across your cheeks, warm breaths mingling together as your faces drew closer, he couldn’t deny himself any longer either - Schat, all I’ve been thinking about is what I really wanted for my prize instead of this trophy. Can I kiss you now?

And the rest was history. Fast forward a few months and it’s still so surreal to call Max your boyfriend, you think, as you come back to the present, watching him fondly as he chuckles at the movie. Dating him has been a dream - he’s your first serious relationship, your standards too high to waste time with any of the subpar guys you had gone on first dates with before - and wow, did Max know exactly how to knock all of those standards out of the park. He would always drive and pick you up anywhere you wanted, in his sleek luxury cars that had pedestrians gawping, one large hand on your thigh and asking how your day had been. You had literally stopped taking your wallet out anymore as Max always slammed down his black Amex at any opportunity to pay for you - dinners, trips, jewellery and luxurious shopping sprees - and although the staunch feminist in you had initially disagreed you couldn’t help but feel so cared for, so looked after - knowing all you needed on a night out was one hand around his arm and the other clutching a pretty little Chanel purse he had picked up for you at last month’s race weekend, with a matching Dior lip gloss inside. If you were ever having a hard day at work he would always order your favourite foods straight to your apartment, where he would meet you and bitch and vent alongside you about whichever client had been giving you grief.

And my god, the sex - THE SEX with your man had been absolutely amazing. Considering the difference in your past number of relationships, max was keenly aware that he had a lot more experience than you and was so unbelievably sweet and patient - letting you take all the time you needed to go slow and work up the confidence gradually to ask for what you wanted for him. Your first time together had been incredibly romantic, a night at a private house he had booked out for the week on the Italian coastline. After a candlelit dinner and a bottle of wine you found yourself in his lap on the outdoor chaise, soft kisses turning more and more heated, max whispering are you sure, liefje? If you’re not ready-

to which you had cut him off with another deep kiss, pleading for him to make you his once and for all ❤️ His eyes had flickered with a deep intensity at your possessive statement before softening out to adoration again as he gently unlaced your dress and trailed kisses down your body, worshipping you. you’d both cum embarrassingly faster than you’d have liked, high off the feeling of one another, max cleanly finishing inside a condom he threw away before carrying you in his arms to the bedroom inside. Since then, you’d both figured out you had a combined very high sex drive, using every opportunity in your schedules to make love, max never hesitating to always make sure you came first, either on his fingers, tongue or cock. You had the perfect boyfriend. Truly. You couldn’t ask for anything more, yet -

- yet, here you were, feeling like an absolute bitch about the recurrent thoughts that had planted in your mind as you watched max come out of the bathroom freshly showered, getting ready for bed after finishing a gaming stream with his mates following your Shrek 2 viewing. The issue was that your boyfriend - your incredibly hot, sexy, tall Dutch boyfriend - was so stupidly enticing but so oblivious that he has no idea what he did to you. You bit your lip as you looked at him, hair dripping wet, distractingly saying something to you while texting on his phone - but your mind was only fixed on how big and strong Max looked. Your boyfriend was much bigger than you, almost towering over you at 6”1 with your 5”1 frame. His athletic training currently during the season meant he had been looking extra delectable lately, defined abs, thick muscular thighs and a broad shoulder and back that narrowed down to a narrow (or as Lando joked, slutty) waist, highlighted now by the grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips that did nothing to hide the sizeable bulge in between his legs. It was undeniable that he was packing, to the point where you had called it his third leg after first seeing him naked, making him laugh but also take even more care everytime he entered you - you were a lot smaller than his previous partners, after all. He always made sure his pace was gentle and slow, avoiding fully entering you too much in worry of causing you pain. Truly, your boyfriend was too sweet - everything he did was to avoid causing your any pain or distress - which is why you felt too embarrassed to ask him directly to be rougher with you when he was simply looking out for your comfort. It has been perfect for you initially, but now you felt more adjusted to his size, and each time you slept together you felt yourself becoming more and more desperate for Max to be just a little bit rougher, a little bit more controlling. What would he think when his usually sweet, happy go lucky girlfriend admitted she actually fantasised about him completely ruining her? So, of course, you being you - an ambitious feminist - have decided to hatch a conniving strategy to seduce your boyfriend into giving it to you just right!! 💕

Starting tonight - you had already planned to spend the night at Max’s, relaxing after the hectic work week you had both had. Often, you wore his comfortable hoodies that dwarfed you and smelt just like him as you cuddled in bed. Instead tonight you wore an angelic pink lace Agent Provocateur nightie, bows and all, pushing your cute tits up on display for him and complimenting your caramel skin perfectly. Enough to drive Max crazy, right? Sitting against the plush pillows, you had been reading one of your steamy dark romance novels - your latest outlet these days while you manifested getting some back breaking sex with Max - but of course had ended up distracted by the sight of your himbo boyfriend emerging from the shower.

-Schat? So what do you think? Max finally looked up from his phone, making you come back to reality and realize you hadn’t been answering his question. Max’s eyes widened seeing your pretty little form on his bed - he had never seen you wear an outfit like that in bed before. He cleared his throat, inconspicuously shifting his stance so you didn’t notice his hard on at the sight of you when you hastily stumbled to reply - Oh sorry maxie, I missed what you were saying, just a bit tired after today

Max immediately came to your side in bed, looking guilty. Of course Schat, sorry, I’m keeping you up with my gaming stream aren’t I? You had such a long week already, we can go straight to bed now. You cursed your own slip up - of course, your sweet Max would put your comfort first over what you were sure looked like mission successful given the rapid hardening of his bulge you had zoned in on.

You try again as Max dims the bedside lamps, taking your book gently away from your hands and setting it to the side. You lean softly in next to him, fluttering your eyelashes up at him, tits right up against his hard biceps so that your breasts are basically cushioning his arm right in between them. Your nightie rises up your legs, showcasing your soft, luscious thighs for him. Max smiles lovingly at you, cradling your face before peppering your cheeks with baby kisses. You look so pretty, sweetheart. So sweet to wait for me before falling asleep, mein Schat.

You lean in further, lips pouting in an effort your boyfriend would finally catch the hint but instead you found yourself gently maneouvered and tucked into his side, his large hands rubbing soothing circles along your back as he placed a final kiss on your forehead. Goodnight, darling. Your eye twitched at his definitive words, perplexed at how your plan had been so unsuccessful, but you sighed and wished goodnight to Max, falling asleep and already plotting for another day.

A couple of weeks later you decided to up the ante. A sexy, bold crimson red lingerie teddy set, practically see through and showcasing your tan nipples through the lace and mesh, and a pathetic excuse of some lacy red panties to match. You smirked as you eyed yourself in the mirror - sure, it was quite a forward look, but you had found yourself becoming increasingly more desperate for your boyfriend’s attentions after attending his Monaco race today. You did your best to attend the races you could but with your own demanding schedule often struggled to make it, so were very excited to support your boyfriend this time - especially as you had been keeping track of how this season was difficult compared to earlier years given the poorer quality of the RB car. Your eyes had widened at seeing the events this weekend - a string of bad luck events. First, his engine had stalled during free practise, making him lose precious practise time, and then a red flag had been called as he was finishing an almost perfect qualifying lap, ruining his chances of pole, and finally during the actual race he was clipped on the side by one of the Aston Martin’s, making him spin out but still incredibly go on to get P2. It was amazing result given everything, but what caught your attention was a side of your boyfriend you had only every heard whispers about emerge on the track. In the past, you had only attended races he had easily won, appearing calm and collected throughout the weekends as he cruised to P1 - easily overpowering everyone else. Today though - Mad Max, his fans excitedly cheered and paddock staff gossiped, Mad Max is finally back!! In his villain era!!

And your Max was indeed seething at everyone - competitors, his strategy team, the stewards for not giving Aston Martin a penalty - and you had listened in on the radio to hear him angrily swear and yell to his engineer, seen him aggressively overtake and defend his place on the track, and finally seen the stormy expression on his face as he emerged out of his car, clearly pissed with narrowed eyes as he stalked off to his driver room without a word, not even sparing a glance at you or anyone else. Sure, you should have felt a little hurt that he hadn’t noticed you or seen the perfectly planned designer outfit you had arrived wearing, sending the paparazzi into a flurry, but you completely understood that his career was first on the line today and he needed some time to cool off. And honestly, instead of feeling bad for Max - the sick, twisted part of you couldn’t deny that he had looked sooo sexy completely dominating on the track, authoritatively giving orders over the radio and confidently outmanoeuvring his rivals. You had to catch yourself from biting your lip or squeezing your legs together as his rough accented tones got more and more angry throughout the race over your headphones, imaging what it would be like to be pinned down by his strong arms, to have him lean down behind you and whisper naughty things in your ear, to ask if you liked being a dirty little-

“Oh! Y/N! Can we get a quick word?” The sky sports reporters interruption hastily put an end to the illicit thoughts you had been having. Quickly trying to school your expression into something much more PR friendly, you flashed a dazzling smile, “Of course!”. As expected they tried to rile responses out of you to condemn Max’s aggressive performance. But you had stood for none of it, honestly and clearly stating that your boyfriend had driven very capably and fairly given the circumstances and you were extremely impressed with his performance. “He’s a triple world champion after all. Did you just expect him to roll over and not defend his title? If you don’t agree with it then no need to watch it. At the end of the day he’s the one driving the car over the finish line while everyone else is speculating hypotheticals.” The reporters thank you for your input, stumbling for words at your strong defence of your boyfriend. You wandered off before they could say more, catching up with Max a couple hours later when he had debriefed and collected his trophy, looking a lot more chilled out than earlier.

Hey, Schatje he mumbled gently, leaning down to kiss you on the lips after pulling you from a conversation with the other WAGs. Max! you had exclaimed brightly, congratulating him on his win and letting him know just how proud you were of him. You knew he would be tired - we could go to the red bull celebration yacht party for 30min, show our faces, and then play hooky back to ours? I already put in a dinner order for your favourite lamb kebabs.

Max smiled down at you - you knew him so well, always knew what to say and when he wanted to relax. Sounds amazing, Schat he voiced in agreement. Later, after eating dinner at home, Lando sent him a trending insta reel with the caption “Mate, she’s too good to you, you bagged a queen.” Max grinned, expecting some fanmade memes about you and him as he clicked the link (he has seen all the Queen Y/N and he’s just…Ken Max tweets already. You were a well liked figure on the paddock for years with your well mannered speech, excellent dress style and courteous relationships with most of the staff.)

He was suprised to instead see an interview post race of you defending him staunchly, shutting down any opportunity the reporters used to manipulate your words. He walked into his bedroom to find you conveniently waiting for him in bed again, nose buried in one of your romance models, and started laughing at how effective you were at putting the media clowns in their place. Thanks for sticking up for me always, liefje. You smiled back at him with pure adoration - of course Maxie, that’s the advantage of dating a lawyer, right?

He agreed enthusiastically, so caught up on now yapping about the race as he climbed into bed with you that he didn’t even notice the sexy little outfit you had planned just for him, covering you up with his soft duvet before you could properly twirl around and showcase it for him. Your eye twitched again as he yawned in between statements, grabbing your waist and bringing your back in against him, spooning you while his voice gently trailed off, falling asleep.

Meanwhile, your mind was running at 100 miles a minute, a scowl on your face. This was ridiculous, you had gotten all dressed up in an overpriced beautiful outfit just for your boyfriend to get distracted by a 3min interview you had done with an asshole reporter and then fall asleep instead of ravaging you?? You had tonight would be the perfect night, for you to be the one to support him for once, be the perfect outlet for his stress, to use you and manipulate your body for his own pleasure…heat pooled in your gut at your dark thoughts, and you grow wetter between your legs at the mental image of max having his way with you. Maybe it still wasn’t too late. Sighing gently, you closed your eyes, pretending to drift into sleep but moving your plump, barely covered ass behind you to gently grind up on your boyfriend’s cock, which was now rapidly hardening with your practised movements. You sensed Max had awakened when you felt his arms tighten around you, keeping you still in an effort to stop you from exciting him to much while you were still asleep and he couldn’t act on it.

Mmmhmm, maxie, feels so good~ you moaned, still keeping up the facade of having a wet dream, breathing getting heavier and pushing your tits against the edges of his fingers that were wrapped around your waist. You felt him exhale sharply as he came into contact with your hardened nipples, a smirk on your face. Your grinding had managed to push the duvet partially off, exposing your red lingerie in the moonlight - surely this would be enough to drive any man crazy!!

You heard him sigh behind you, shifting slightly and inadvertently pushing his cock against your skimpy underwear as he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck - and you had to hold back a squeal with how hard and big he felt against you, this was it, he was finally going to give in and fuck you awake while he thought you were having a wet dream, he could slide it right in, you were ready for it, for him, you were soo wet already just from imagining it, this was so hot-

Your fantasies are quickly shut down as max easily used his strength to turn you around so your face was buried into his chest again, your ass now devastatingly much too far away to get any action, and began rubbing your shoulders soothingly to get you to fall into a deep sleep again. You almost combusted at the action before deflating and accepting defeat once more. Your kind boyfriend of course would never toe the line of having sex with you in a dubious way were you were asleep. You wanted - no needed, to bring Mad Max out in your bedroom, and you were determined to do whatever it took.

Over the next few weeks you threw countless strategies Max’s way. Leaving your dirty romance books out in plain view, sometimes even opened up to a page right in the middle of a jaw dropping sex scene. Lacier and lacier bralettes and panties left everywhere to prompt him. “Accidentally” deleting his best SIM race time record on his rig. But nothing seemed to be working - max diligently tidyed up the stray underwear, reshelved the books, and generously forgave you for the SIM error before setting a new record later that night instead of fucking you angrily like you had planned. You got more frustrated as both your work schedules became busier, leaving you less time to connect with him. Fuck, last weekend - last weekend you had even thrown out all your boxes of condoms before jumping into Max’s arms when he had come home, laughing and eager to see you. One thing let to another and he was as eager to be inside you as you were to have him inside you, voicing It’s been too long Schat, I’ve missed your sweet body so much, so beautiful for me in between kisses as he reached for the bedstand drawer to grab a condom - only to find it empty. You pretended to have a confused look on your face (truly, you deserved an Oscar for your performance this past month) before oh so innocently suggesting Maxie, we- we don’t have to use one if you don’t want, I’m on the pill -

And there it was - a brief darkening of your boyfriends’ normally loving ice blue eyes, his sharp gaze on you at your suggestion of doing it raw for the first time - before he schooled his features back to normal and gave you a sweet kiss, It’s okay Schat, you’re too sweet, you don’t deserve to feel uncomfortable for my sake, I’ll just grab some from the corner store, da? He was off you before you could protest, promising he would be back soon as you blinked away tears of frustration and denial that yet again your plan had failed. When he finally entered you later that night, ever so gently, condom and all, you closed your eyes tight and imagined how each vein and ridge of his thick cock might feel when fully buried inside you to the hilt, if that goddamn condom broke, if he spilled all of his thick, creamy cum inside you, so much that it spurted out the sides, leaking everywhere, claiming you as his and no one else’s, making such a filthy, filthy mess-

- you came harder than you had the whole month, burying your face in Max’s shoulder to contain the scream that threatened to spill out. You sighed as you came down from your high. Fuck, you needed a drink.

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A/N: Follow along for Part 2 of this 3 part series to see if dear reader will finally manage to uncockblock herself and release Mad Max!! 😚😚

#max verstappen x oc #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 smut #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen smut #max verstappen #formula 1 #smut

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no1blacksapphirefan · 1 month ago

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I live your self aware au stuffs! I think it would be really cute to see the self aware beasts/ancients reaction to oblivious reader making a little area in the kingdom just for them. QwQ

Imagine how flustered and warm they would feel to know that the weird sky god cares about them so. Hehe!!

Also, I have no idea if anyone else does this, but the J a r you can buy... I love putting Shmilky in it or the little love tent with my own cookie. I WONDER WHAT THE COOKIES THINK OF THIS TEE HEE!! >:D

-🐰🐱 (Do you mind if I take these emojis? If you don't allow anon emojis, that's okay!!!)

RIAESJDROINOSGSPF TYSM FOR Y'ALLS KIND WORDS!! I honestly never thought my silly Self-Aware AU thoughts would get as many notes as it ended up getting. Very thankful/grateful for all of you.

🐰🐱 anon, ofc you can take those emojis! :D Very honoured to already have anons honestly. As for the 2nd anon, here's your Self-Aware Pitaya Dragon :3 I apologise if they're OOC </3

(Reader isn't aware that they are aware) ((More romantic-ish I think but not strictly romantic))

Pitaya Dragon is honoured. And completely in love with however you ended up decorating the place. If I recall their story correctly, they did used to rule over Hollyberry Kingdom or something like that until well Hollberry came back and defeated them. So to have, practically a god. Someone higher then the witches technically, make an entire area dedicated to them. Just for them. Because you love them. It's just hell yeah!! If they could, they'd pay you back ten fold, unfortunately they can't...perhaps if they found a way out...hmmm, they wonder how you feel about free dragon back rides.

As for the jar, me thinks Pitaya Dragon would sulk if you ever put them in it. Don't get me wrong, they probably do know it's just your silly quirks and weird ways to show how much you love them but they want to stretch their wings!! They would love the love tent though. Bonus points if the cookie you put them with is similar to yourself. Closest thing they're ever gonna get.

Pure Vanillas heart might explode. He saw what you were doing, happily tapping away at your device as you were decorating parts of the kingdom, then when it updated he just saw an area that seemed to be made just for him. And his seemed to be proven right as you carefull picked him up and placed him there. Lord is he flustered, he can't show you that. What if you think the game is buggy and delete the game? He tries his best to contain himself but as soon as you leave he can't help but burst into a blushing mess.

You? Favouring him this much to the point of making an area dedicated to him? He is so happy and content, not even Shadow Milk can disrupt his mood now. I don't think he'd mind being put in a jar, if it makes you smile he supposes he can deal with it. He'd be incredibly happy if you put your cookie (Again assuming it looks like you) in the love tent. If only he could stay there...

White Lily feels almost unworthy of it at first. How could you treat her so kindly after all she's done? And you KNOW what she did. You know what happened to her...you know the reason. And sure maybe that's why, you understand her a bit more then any other cookie but, she still did horrible thing.

It takes her time getting used to you and how you show'd your affection. But eventually she starts going toward the area you made just for her more. Almost excited when you happily put her in the jar (almost) and content when you put your cookie self and her in the love tent. It took her awhile to get used to but she's honestly so grateful someone like you loves her as much as you do. She's honoured.

HollyBerry loves it hands down. She is the Light of Passion of course, she's excited as you finish making the area for her. Quickly running over and staying there, to check out every single thing you put in there that either matches her, reminds you of her or just something that's in her general kingdom decorating category. If she could spend all her time there she would, unfortunately she can't, you need her to cut down wood.

But as soon as she's done and you don't need her for the work anymore? She's back to hanging around there, talking the other ancients ears off as she talks about how kind hearted you are. She loves your silly gestures of love. If putting her in that jar is you showing how much you love her? Hells yeah, she's up for it.

Put her in the love tent with your cookie? Oh she's hugging the life out of that cookie, it's the closest thing she'll get to hugging you.

Dark Cacao is a bit scared at first at the amount of affection you've been giving him. And when he sees you make a section of your kingdom based on him? For him? He doesn't know what to say, he wants to pay you back and if he could he would as soon as he could. But all he could do now was stare at that area.

He's still a bit scared/concerned at your displays of affection. Confused on why putting him in a jar is one of your ways but he supposes that if it meant hearing your giddy smile he can deal with it. When you first started putting your cookie self and his in the love tent, he's a bit tense. (He's scared of affection/hj) but he grows used to it, almost expecting it eventually. Even if it's not you, being in the presence of your cookie is enough for him. He hopes one day he'll be able to see you in person and not through a screen.

Golden Cheese oh she loves it. When you finish making that area she stares at it before looking at you like "Is this for meeeeeee?" She is so honoured to have so much affection from you to the point you'd make a special section in your busy kingdom for her. She just wishes she could pay you back somehow.

Such affection deserves to be repaid of course!! Though she is confused on the act of putting her in that jar. Perhaps it's a custom you do where ever you are, well even though she'd prefer to walk around, she can stay in the jar for a bit just for you.

She loves holding your cookie in the love tent, no she doesn't care that it's not you. You made it, from your own hands and wishes. So in turn it's very special to her. She sometimes follows your cookie around the kingdom as if something were to happen with them. Can never be too careful.

Shadow Milk is absolutely thrilled upon seeing the section you've made for him. It has everything he looks, shucks you know him so well. As much as other cookies tend to ensure you think they're still code...Shadow Milk doesn't care too too much, besideeessss. Who's to say that his compliments to that area aren't just his code hm??

He is Shadow Milk, he can break the 4th wall a few times right?...hey why are you putting him in a jar!? He does not like being in the jar, you are so lucky he likes you. If it were anyone else he'd be banging on that screen of yours. Sigh, the exceptions he's made for you. (He doesn't mind, your laughs are what he enjoys listening to anyways)

Gets so giddy upon being placed in the love tent with "you". Gosh he finds how you show affection so nice. Hm...if you like placing your cookie and himself in the love tent, then perhaps he'll just have to hurry with figuring out how to get out. He'll make sure you'll be able to experience the real deal soon and not just see it.

Burning Spice he could kiss you if he could. He loves the new area you gave him just for him. Probably a rare moment where he'd show a small bit of blush at this act of affection from you. He's so used to your other displays of affection, placing him in a jar (He wants to break out), tapping the hell out of him on his cookie profile, just holding him in your kingdom??

But when he sees this act of affection? You truly are higher than the witches, he loves spending his time there and bringing his minions/children along with him. Parading it around like it's the best area ever (it is...to him)

The best way he can thank you right now is put down his axe and spend some quality time with "you" as you place your cookie and himself in the love tent. He isn't sure if that cookie only looks like you or perhaps shares the same interests as you. But he'll talk to it like it's you. Can't get you suspicious, that'll ruin the surprise for when he finally escapes.

Mystic Flour cookie almost smiles at it. She is the Light of Apathy after all. But other cookies around her can tell this is one of the things that she does enjoy, even if she doesn't seem like it.

You can tell with how much she ends up walking over to the section of your kingdom. You not knowing that she's aware. Often make jokes to your friend that she loves it and cares for it. You don't know how much of that is true. If even a spec of dirt gets on that area, she'll stare coldly at the other cookie as she cleans it up quickly.

She doesn't seem to care all too much about being placed with a jar, she doesn't get why others care so much either. To her it's just more confinement but just for a short amount of time. As long as she isn't trapped their like she was in the tree, you have no problems.

She does find it almost amusing when you place her and your cookie in the love tent, almost flattered (...almost) but she has no trouble against it either, she likes the silence between herself and your cookie. Looking forward to when she can do this with you in your own world.

Black Sapphire (can't forget my pookie) oho, you raised his ego a bit. An epic cookie getting such a dedicated area? Sure epics are still sought after in the game, but with the amount of rarities above him? He can't help but feel satisfied with how much you decorated that area for him. Bonus points if you have the other ancients/beasts but he's the one with the area.

He spends a good amount of time there, bringing your cookie alongside him. Almost giving a tour as if you didn't literally make it. Though in his defense, that cookie isn't technically you.

Do NOT put him in a jar/hj Whilst he does enjoy your giggles of delight, please let him out. There's only so much time one cookie can spend in a jar before they grow tired of it. You're lucky he loves you...

Oh? Putting him in the love tent with your cookie? Alright, all is forgiven, he'll bombard your cookie with thousands rumours in hopes to impress you, or at the very least, practice. He knows his master is looking for a way out, and he'll be right behind him when he does.

Would've added Eternal Sugar and Silent Salt but they aren't released yet and I don't know too too much on them </3

I hope this satisfies you anons though! :3 Wrote this in the middle of the like night so I'll probably fix it when I get the chance after I wake up hehe

- #1 BLACK SAPPHIRE FAN/LISTENER OUT

#cookie run kingdom #crk #crk x reader #crk x you #Pure Vanilla x Reader #White Lily x Reader #Hollyberry x Reader #Dark Cacao x Reader #Golden Cheese x Reader #Shadow Milk x Reader #Burning Spice x Reader #Mystic Flour x Reader #Pitaya Dragon x Reader #Black Sapphire x Reader #CRK Self-Aware AU #CRKSAAU #I love black sapphire #I should make an intro post soon #✦ Zeros Self-Aware AU

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moonstruckme · 6 months ago

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bodyguard!james when you have a panic attack 🫣

Ty for requesting!

cw: panic attack

bodyguard!James x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

James draws closer to you. The older, stern-looking woman you’re talking to glances at him. It’s James’ job to blend in with the wallpaper, but he’s shirking those duties now for one more important.

You follow the woman’s gaze, noticing him behind you. “Oh, hi.” You smile at him. It’s convincing, a good attempt at hiding how you’re feeling, but James knows you well. “I’m sorry, this is James. James, Linda.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” James gives Linda a smile of his own. He knows who she is of course, everyone here tonight was pre-vetted by his team and he’s memorized her face as one of the safe ones. He shakes her hand, settling the other lightly on your back. “Sorry to steal her away, but” —James looks to you— “could I talk to you for a minute?”

You give Linda an anxious glance, and he presses his hand more firmly to your back. A cue.

“Of course.” Your smile blooms again, this one apologetic. They’re all lovely, but James prefers the genuine ones. You say to Linda, “I’ll find you later, okay?”

“Yes, please.” Linda gives your shoulder a fond squeeze, departing the conversation politely as James starts to guide you away.

There’s a smaller room not far from you, usually connected to this main one but curtained off for the event. No one notices you slip through the curtain. Your quickening breaths are ten times more obvious in the quieter space.

“It’s okay.” James supports you the rest of the way to the couch on the other side of the room. You sink down onto it on shaky legs. “You’re fine, angel.”

You don’t move once you’re sitting, so he maneuvers your body for you, turning you sideways and bringing your feet up onto the couch so you can hug your knees the way you like to. Taking care of you is James’ job, but he thinks he would do it either way. He can’t imagine a life in which he isn’t looking after you. He unzips the back of your dress and starts taking off your shoes. These straps always give him trouble; he doesn’t know how you manage them.

You make a low, pained sound. James feels it in the back of his throat. “James—"

“I’m not undressing you for everyone to see,” he says lightly. “Only loosening things so you can breathe. It’s just us here, yeah?”

You nod, closing your eyes. Your breaths sound like they hurt. James doesn’t know what set you off, but these attacks are something you’ve dealt with before. He has a sense of what you need.

“Sweetheart.” James finally succeeds in getting your shoes off. He clasps his hands over yours firmly, all piled atop your knees. “Just take a breath. One good breath.”

You try, he sees you trying. But it seems like the air won’t settle in your lungs. Your eyes dip just south of his chin, as though you can’t stand to look at him while they grow distant and shimmery.

“Good,” James praises you anyway. “You’ve got it, lovely, you’re okay. I know it’s hard right now, but can you do something for me? Tell me five things you can see.”

You don’t want to. You never do, it’s clearly a lot of work to focus in this state, but eventually James coaxes you into identifying five things in the room. One of them is the earpiece he uses to communicate with the rest of the security team, which makes him smile.

“I don’t usually call it my spiral cord thing,” he jokes, “but good job. Let’s do four things you can hear, yeah?”

You get to three before you start crying. James’ heart aches. He hates to see you cry, but sometimes it does help you. You’re going to be upset about your makeup after, though. You fold your face into your knees, and he reaches over you to rub your back.

“I know.” Your skin is warm beneath his touch, the whole of you shaking. “I know it doesn’t feel like it’s getting better, but it is. You’re doing a great job.”

“I can’t—“

“Hey, you can. You can, sweetheart. You’re doing it already, you just can’t tell yet. Here, I have something for you.” James changes tactics, fishing in his pocket. He holds a bottle of lavender oil near your face. “Smell this.”

You pick your head up, looking at the bottle before sniffing tentatively.

“More than that,” he encourages. “Breathe it in. It’ll help.”

You take the best inhale you can. Your nose runs and sweat glistens at your hairline, but you try for him. James praises you amply, taking deep breaths for you to copy. He isn’t sure if you notice him doing it, but eventually yours start to match his, slowing and lengthening until you’re getting true lungfuls of the lavender scent.

James keeps it by your nose. With his other hand, he rubs your calf.

“You’re okay,” he sighs. “How do you feel now, lovely?”

“Okay.” Your voice still shakes, but now more with aftershocks than true adrenaline. “Sorry, I don’t know why that happened.”

“You don’t have to know.” James pinches your nose clean, something in his stomach tightening when you shy. “I’m sorry it happened, too, but it’s not your fault.”

“I should…” You take a big breath. James frowns and rubs your calf again. “I should go back out.”

He makes a soft, reprimanding sound. “Not yet. Give yourself a few minutes. You need a break. They’ll all be okay without you for a bit.”

Your eyes go to the curtain separating you from the main room. You look at it as though you can see right through and every guest at this event is standing on the other side, tapping their feet and muttering about where you’ve gone.

“Take a break,” James says again. “You thought you were dying a minute ago.”

“I really did,” you admit. “I thought it wouldn’t feel so much like that after the first time.”

James hates to see you upset. He presses a kiss to the center of your forehead and puts the oil away. Squeezes your knees in his hands. “Are you going to be okay if I go out there for a minute? I just need to grab a couple of things.”

You nod but watch his hands ruefully as he stands and they fall away from you. “What do you need?”

“Napkins, mostly.” He gives you a sorry smile. “Obviously you look beautiful no matter what, but I think you’re going to want to clean your face up.”

“Oh, god.” You touch your fingers underneath your eye, feeling the tackiness of smudged makeup. “Thank you.”

“Stay right there,” James warns. “If you’re doing anything other than breathing when I get back here, we’re going straight home.”

You roll your eyes good naturedly. James feels relieved you’re feeling well enough to do it. “You’re the boss.”

“I’m in charge of your safety,” he says. “So, yeah, I am the boss right now. Stay right there.”

You hold your palms up in a show of surrender. James is happy to report that as he goes out the curtain, there’s a smile teasing your lips.

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aurumalatus · 7 months ago

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𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 [𝟏]

pairing. kinich x fem!reader

word count. 1.5k

genre/warnings. childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff and angst, drabble collection, mentions of abuse/alcoholism

summary.

in which kinich learns the value of all things: lives, friendship, and, of course, you. or, in which kinich realizes that you are the only priceless thing in this world.

author's note. first meetings and a slight introduction to our characters! i imagine each drabble will have a pretty varying length, so this one is a bit on the shorter side! either way, i hope you enjoy :) interaction is highly appreciated!

↢ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ↣

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗘

Kinich meets you in the spring.

The air is warm and balmy that day, with a breeze that brushes by the skin with pleasant coolness. His mother likes to take him to the market with her on days like these, probably for his own good. She tells him he’s a bit unsociable for his age, not that he disagrees—he just doesn’t see any point in changing. He does just fine spending his days at home, exploring the land around his house.

This kind of weather brings everyone outside, which leaves the market bustling—sellers scream their prices and show off their wares, and buyers haggle until their wallets are empty. He walks around with his mother for a bit, one hand gripping her skirt, and she offers him bits of candy and other treats. He rejects them all; really, he doesn’t want for much.

Still, he’s a more independent child, so eventually his mother leaves him to explore the various market stands while she goes around buying the more “boring” items. She probably hopes that he’ll make a friend or two, but he never does—most of the children don’t play in this area. They prefer to play with the Yumkasauri near the outskirts of the tribe.

Either way, he does end up looking around for a bit. Yanta, an elderly woman that sells fruit, gives him some berries to try, and he leaves with his tongue sweetened. He peers at some of the climbing gear, too, with astronomical prices that he would never be able to afford—at least not while his father gambles every Mora away. As the time passes, the crowd starts to get a bit stifling, so Kinich wanders away in search of a quieter place.

He settles for one of the walkways outside of the market, letting his legs dangle over the edge so he can look down at the river. There’s Yumkasauri whelps playing below, bumping each other into the water and screeching with joy.

Laughter echoes from somewhere nearby—the sound of children, children like him. He tucks his knees to his chest. He has no need for friends, not when there is still so much to learn about the land. He thinks of his mother and the fresh welts on her skin. When he’s older, when he’s more capable, when he knows more, he can help her. Maybe one day they’ll be able to leave this place, or maybe just that man.

A burst of wind slips by—it carries the scent of flora, fuzzy yellow ones that make his eyes water and the purpling blooms that his mother loves. The recognition makes his head turn, just in time to see you run past him, a clump of flowers falling from your grip. You don’t seem to notice, and they fall uselessly to the wooden walkway, inches away from Kinich’s pinky.

He eyes the flowers curiously—the petals are so bright, yet dainty and thin. Then, he looks toward your rapidly disappearing figure.

And really, he doesn’t know why he cares. He should go find his mom and go home. His father will be there soon anyway, and that’s a whole different beast to contend with; he doesn’t have the time or energy to be concerned with you.

So he doesn’t really understand himself when he grabs the flowers, pushes himself to his feet, and jogs until your back is within his reach. Another step, and then his fingers wrap around your wrist just as you yelp in surprise.

The first thought he has when you turn to face him is that you’re quite pretty, and that you look to be his age—he shakes it away just as fast. Instead, he nods toward the bundle of flowers sitting in your arms.

“You dropped some,” he mumbles, opening his palm to you. It reveals a pile of crushed petals and snapped stems, and his face reddens in embarrassment. He hadn’t thought to be so careful in his rush to chase you. When he looks up, your lips are barely parted in surprise, and he awkwardly tugs at his collar.

“Ah, I’m sorry.”

He’s not good at this, he realizes instantly. Years of sticking to his own have left his social skills lacking, and he grasps blindly for something to say. Instead, you’re the first to break the silence—you laugh, a bell-like sound that he finds a bit cute.

“Wow, I must’ve been going pretty fast,” you say, head tilted. “Sorry about that! My momma used to say I run like the wind!”

Kinich tries not to get stuck on the ‘used to’ in your words, but fails—he wonders if you’re alone. It must be difficult, he’s sure, but there are some nights when the stench of alcohol grows too strong and the screams grow too loud where he wonders if it might be preferable. He’s thinking too long, and the silence grows awkward, so he forces himself to speak.

“What are the flowers for?”

It’s your turn to be embarrassed now, an awkward giggle escaping your lips as you shift your weight between your feet.

“I was thinking about making flower crowns for the other kids in the tribe. They don’t really like playing with me lately, maybe ‘cause I’m alone, so I wanted to do something so we could all be friends again.”

Kinich doesn’t really get it—what would be the point of playing with someone who doesn’t like you? Something about the situation tells him it wouldn’t be the right thing to say, though, so he merely nods. You seem genuine, and while he may be socially inept at times, he’s not mean-spirited. Quietly, however, he notes that the stems of the flowers you have are too long—you’d have trouble making flower crowns with these.

“Have you ever made crowns before?” he asks, doubtful.

“Nope,” you answer honestly, “is it that obvious?”

Living at the foot of the mountain meant he had become much more familiar with the nature surrounding the tribe. His mother had been teaching him a few things lately, particularly related to farming and weaving. A flower crown would be simple work, certainly.

He frowns. He shouldn’t do this, but you’re looking at him so expectantly.

“I could show you how—”

“Kinich!”

His mother appears just then, cheeks reddened and hair sticking wildly to her forehead. Various bags hang from her arms, evidence of her shopping, but she casts them aside in favor of grabbing at his wrist.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you! I thought you got lost, or even kidnapped! What were you thinking? You’re not usually like this!”

You vaguely think that the two look quite alike; he has her eyes, save for the purpling bruise that sits just underneath her left one. You’ve had similar ones from banging your knees on things, but none in a place so front-facing.

Kinich hangs his head, stepping away from you quickly. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

Shame radiates from his form in waves, so potent you can practically feel it yourself. You grab his other wrist out of instinct, and he raises his eyes to you in surprise.

“I’m sorry too, ma’am,” you say. The woman looks shocked, gaze flitting to where your hand joins with his. “I was clumsy and took up too much of his time. It’s my fault if he was late.”

Kinich’s heart flips, and he’s unsure why—maybe because he’s never had anyone defend him like this, maybe because he’s never had anyone defend him at all. His mother looks just as flabbergasted as he does, only returning to her senses when she notices the setting sun. She sighs, addressing her son again.

“Your father will be home soon,” she says, retrieving her bags, and Kinich visibly stiffens. “We should go.”

Gentle, he twists his wrist from your grip, quietly following his mother as she starts to leave. There’s a similar sadness to the hunch of their backs, as if they’re dreading returning home—you wonder if you’re imagining it. Kinich, you remember his mother calling him. You like the sound of it.

“Kinich!”

He turns at the call of his name, so unfamiliar from your lips. You’re smiling brightly, holding up two of the flowers you’d picked.

“Next time, teach me how to make a flower crown, okay?”

His mother doesn’t speak as they make the walk home. He lets the wind fill the silence, whistling through the trees and carrying him with its lulling sound. It’s one of the few pleasures he finds nowadays when he retreats outside, skin purpling with fresh bruises.

They inch the front door open, tentative and wincing, half-expecting his father to burst out in a drunken rage—they’re only met with silence. Relieved, Kinich’s mother sets about putting away the groceries, and Kinich collapses into bed, letting his eyes fall shut as the sun dims outside. He tries to savor the last few minutes he has, distantly praying that his father might come home sober today.

He thinks of the market, and then he thinks of the flowers. He thinks about the flowers, and then he thinks about them some more—a little longer than is natural for him.

Just as he slips into sleep, Kinich realizes that he never asked for your name.

#genshin impact x reader #kinich x reader #kinich x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact imagines #adeptus ink

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yailtsv · 12 days ago

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Rivals - j.w

📜 Syn: you and juju were best friends....and then you committed to ucla

౨ৎ— warnings: juju pulling a diana ;)

౨ৎ— notes: i loved writing this lmao

౨ৎ— word count: 1.1k

౨ৎ— pair: juju watkins x ucla!reader

if someone told younger you that you and juju weren’t friends anymore, you would laugh in their face and tell them that jujus stuck with you forever.

but now your in your sophomore year of college being no contact with juju. so i guess the “jujus stuck with you forever”…didn’t last forever

—all because of a college decision too

you guys had offer’s coming in since freshman year of high school, but you guys obviously weren’t going to choose until senior year - you guys wanted to do it together, even if you were going to separate schools.

juju, she knew she wanted to stay in california, so that limited down her options by a bunch. you, on the other hand, had no idea what you wanted to do. you didn’t have a dream like juju with usc, well….you did, ucla, but juju would never allow that in your friendship. she HATES ucla.

so, you took all the school tours. you toured uconn, lsu, south carolina, texas, tennessee, you name it, you practically toured every school with a good women’s basketball program, but none of them stuck out to when you toured ucla privately.

it’s in california #1 so you would be close to all your family still, the campus was beautiful, the sun - warm, the blue and yellow together…yeah. you were in love with ucla, and have been.

you just never told juju since she’s been so vocal about her hatred towards that school.

but you knew you had to choose soon, decision day was just around the corner.

you over worked yourself your whole senior year, trying to find a school good for your major that also has a good basketball program, while also having to ignore your acceptance letter from your dream school.

your mom eventually intervened, saying “follow your dreams, do what’s best for YOU, not what’s best for juju. you guys will work this out i promise, but go to ucla & follow your dreams. you’ll regret it if you don’t go to your dream college all because your best friend seems to hate the school.”

and that’s how you decided to go to ucla. when decision day came around, that was the day juju found out. she thought you were committing to uconn seeing as you were talking about the program a lot but, you were wearing a ucla sweatshirt.

juju felt heartbroken and betrayed, 1. you didn’t tell her about that, when you guys tell each other everything. 2. ucla? the school she hates most?

that day you guys had a fight. in all of the years of being friends with her, of course you had meaningless arguments through the years, but this one wasn’t as meaningless.

juju took your college decision to heart, and she said hurtful things during the argument. that was the end of your life long friendship.

so as you can imagine, today is probably gonna be the worst day ever. being on the ucla women’s basketball team means, you have to play against usc. you have to play against her.

and today is the away game. todays the day ucla goes to usc. what’s worse, sharing a court with her again or having to share her court with all of her fans?

it’s now halftime, and the game is going exactly how you expected it to go but also 10x worse.

juju is putting up one hell of a fight, trying to prove that she’s better, that usc is better…but you’ve been fighting right back.

you’ve also been stuck to be the one guarding her as your coach said “you know her game better than any of us.” eugh.

this whole game as been her touching you when she doesn’t have to, whispering teasing words in your ear to make you mad, her showing off that she’s better than you

but you’ve also been talking trash back to her, and teasing her.

everyone on the court can feel the tension between you two, i mean they already had to pull you two apart once. everyone off the court could honestly probably feel the tension too.

with the 3rd quarter starting, you and juju were both back on the court, your coaches taking both of you guys out of “timeout”

…juju should have stayed in timeout though. she’s being a menace right now. she keeps grabbing onto you and pulling you, as a way of guarding i guess.

—but she’s also trash talking with that said trash talking only getting worse every time you ignore her.

“would you shut up? do you know how to do that?” you snap back to juju in response to something she whispered to you, before you steal the ball from her—running down the court and getting a lay up before she can catch up “who’s quiet now?”

getting juju worked up in a game is bad…but also kinda funny, cause you never know what she’s gonna do in response. she could play “bad cop” and just get mad and have to sit on the bench OR she could just do something that would be hilarious to her, or go viral…

juju chose the latter.

you both were standing in the middle of the court during the fourth quarter. you were arguing over a foul that should have been called…jujus playing dirty with you and has been getting away with it this whole game.

you and juju are both super heated, and before any teammates or refs could step in between you guys, she leaned down and kissed you…making you shut up.

immediately after, a ref is pushing you guys away from each other while juju just smirks - feeling accomplished.

everyone was recording the argument not knowing where it would lead to…and they all got the kiss on film.

so as you can imagine….you and juju are now trending and the clips are going viral.

after the game, you and your team just left. your team lost and you guys didn’t want to stay in a rival territory. even if the fan’s support both teams —you guys weren’t really in the mood to give autographs or take pictures after that loss.

juju was trying to talk to you before you left, but you just kept walking. why should you give her a minute of your time? she hurt you.

🔖 @authentic-girl03 @evry1luvzzae @bethsleftnip @rebecca-woso @shikaizer @hellokittyfeenie @niya500 @ch-3-rry

#juju watkins x y/n #juju watkins x fem reader #juju watkins x reader #usc wbb x reader #usc x reader #yailtsv works—★

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megalony · 6 months ago

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I'll Take Care Of Her

This is a new Doctor! Eddie Diaz imagine based on a lovely request, I'm sorry it took me so long to write this for you. I hope you will all like it.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: Both Eddie and (Y/n) work in the hospital, but while Eddie is in surgery, a patient down in the ER attacks (Y/n). And the staff have to go and find her husband quick.

Enjoy.

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A rush of adrenaline sparked through (Y/n)'s stomach when a pair of arms deadlocked around her waist. Shivers coursed up and down her spine at the feeling of a chin pressing down on her shoulder and a familiar chest gluing against her back.

Her head twisted to the left and she pressed a quick kiss to her husband's temple, reaching her hands down to squeeze his wrists.

She loved the way he grinned and meshed his lips into the side of her neck, softly kissing her skin even though they were in the middle of the cafe. The feeling of Eddie's fingers squeezing her hips made her want to melt into a puddle. And she loved the body heat radiating off of him making her feel warm and fuzzy.

"Want a coffee?" She nudged her lips against his temple and began walking closer to the till, feeling him murmur 'please' into her neck.

Eddie kept his chest pressed up into her back and unhooked one hand from (Y/n)'s hip to grab one of the sandwiches from the fridge beside them.

He wasn't sure how long this break was going to last before he was summoned back into work, and Eddie didn't want to go back without eating something first. And he had a funny feeling that his wife hadn't eaten anything yet either so he knew sharing some food would be the best idea for them both.

When (Y/n) grabbed the two coffees the cashier held out, Eddie swiped his card from his pocket and paid before he finally unlatched from (Y/n). He wove his right arm around her waist and tugged her into his side with his lips attached to the back of her head and the sandwich in his left hand.

He followed (Y/n) towards a free table near the window and once she sat down, he wedged into the booth alongside her.

Once they were both sat down, (Y/n) leaned her head on Eddie's shoulder and tucked herself under his arm like he was a bird and she was taking shelter beneath his wing. She felt his hand gliding up and down her arm and the touch made her smile and she inched closer until one more inch would mean she was sitting on his lap.

"How's your morning going?" Eddie whispered against her hair and took a look around the practically empty dining area.

He hadn't seen (Y/n) since they both arrived at work this morning and parted ways for their respective positions. Eddie had gone upstairs to do routine appointments in the hospital, whereas (Y/n) had been put on the rota for the emergency room for the day. It was always both rewarding and challenging to work the ER.

Eventually he turned his head and took a bite of the sandwich. Lunch breaks weren't very long when they both worked in a hospital and if he didn't eat now, he dreaded to think when he would eventually get to eat.

"You wouldn't believe the kind of people who turned up so far. Oh, and dad brought a patient in too, the guy had a tape worm almost my height."

"Glad I'm not down there with you then."

Eddie would much rather be up with routine patients than dealing with emergencies. Half the people who walked into the emergency room didn't need urgent help and the other half had such strange issues that it scared Eddie to let them leave and fear what they would get up to when they went back home.

And Eddie knew his father-in-law was always one to deal with 'special cases' as they came to call them.

Bobby worked for the fire department and as such, he was always bringing people down to the emergency room. Which meant that (Y/n) often got to see her dad if she was working down there and she knew he always had fun cases to bring in and dealt with lots of strange things on his shift.

And it was usually (Y/n) who dealt with the cases her dad brought in. His team's motto and rules were that once they brought someone down to the hospital, they left them at the doors. No check-ins, no follow ups to see how they were doing, just leave them to the doctors. They got handed over to (Y/n) and Eddie.

Eddie leaned back in his seat and when he looked down at (Y/n), he nudged the other half of the sandwich over to her.

"Eat something now while you have the chance."

The look in his eyes made (Y/n) relent and take the sandwich, a grateful smile on her lips as she mixed some sugar into her coffee. Their respective jobs at the hospital were far from easy and when they were busy, it was hard to take a lunch break or a ten minute breather to go and get a drink. But while they were here together, Eddie would prefer if (Y/n) ate something, then at least he would know she would be alright if she got busy down in the ER. He didn't want her wearing herself thin.

"Do you think if I hid out here, anyone would notice?" She was only joking and they both knew it, but it was such a tempting thought.

To just sit here in the cafe and hide out for a while, take a proper break that they both deserved rathe than a few minutes to choke down a boiling hot drink and eat half a sandwich.

"Afraid so, baby. Don't worry, if I need a nurse for a consult I'll page you."

"Thank you,"

Eddie had paged for (Y/n) quite a few times when he had to have a nurse present in a consult to check a patient. It stole her away for a little while and got her out of the emergency room and all the hustle and bustle.

Closing her eyes, (Y/n) leaned further into Eddie's side and looped her arm around his middle. She would prolongue lunch as much as she could and scrape together as much time with her husband as possible before she had to go back to the team.

But it was comforting to think that if the emergency room got too much, she could head up to Eddie's office for a while.

Sitting down made (Y/n) feel tired enough that if she closed her eyes, she feared she would fall asleep. She was fine until she stopped moving and actually sat down, that was when the lack of energy hit her like a truck and knocked her back. And right now she felt like they were at home, curled up on the sofa together.

It was nice to feel Eddie's hand gliding up and down her arm while they both sipped their coffees.

Eddie closed his eyes for a few moments, but he groaned when he felt his pager vibrating and beeping on his belt. He knew it was too good to be true. Five minutes with his wife was all he was going to get. He was supposed to have a good twenty minutes for his lunch break, but clearly that wasn't going to happen today.

He leaned into (Y/n) and set his cup down so he could grab his pager and see what he was being called for. He was supposed to be on consultations today, but Eddie was always on standby. If there was an emergency, he would hand his cases down to a GP and head off wherever he was needed.

*Emergency appendectomy OR 6.

"Great. I'm gonna be in surgery for the next few hours." He twisted the pager in (Y/n)'s direction before he slotted it back on his belt. "If I don't catch you before we finish, just wait in my office for me."

They usually finished at the same time when their shifts lined up and Eddie would drive them both home. If he didn't see (Y/n) beforehand, he would see her when she came by his office when they both finished.

Their shifts didn't finish late tonight so Buck was getting Chris from school for them and he would drop him off after tea. They knew all of Bobby's team and they were all close, but Buck had become a very close friend to the couple.

"Have fun." (Y/n) sat up straight so she wasn't leaning on Eddie any more and she smiled when his hand cupped her chin and tilted her head back.

She could taste the sugar on his lips from his coffee and his thumb traced her jaw while he leaned into her.

"See you later baby, be careful."

Eddie's words spun round (Y/n)'s head that felt like it was full of air when he finally parted from her lips after stealing all the air from her lungs. His touch lingered on her skin as she watched him down the last of his coffee and weave between the tables.

His white coat flowing in the breeze at his quick descent and (Y/n) knew in half an hour that coat would be traded for a mint green set of scrubs.

With a sigh, (Y/n) downed her own drink, grimacing as it burned the back of her throat and settled heavy in her stomach. She felt a shiver coursing down her spine when she got up and slowly trudged out the cafe. She would head back to the emergency room, but she wasn't in any hurry.

There didn't seem much point in (Y/n) sitting here by herself any longer. She had gotten a small break and she got to spend a tiny portion of her day with her husband. She may as well get back to work now; the quicker she got back, the sooner her shift would finish.

She hoped.

***

(Y/n) ran her fingers through her hair while she finished writing up her notes, leaning against the nurse's station.

She could feel a headache rolling in and she just wanted to lay down and go to sleep. But there was still a few more hours left of her shift until she could go and find Eddie and head home. (Y/n) couldn't wait for next week. She and Eddie had booked the week off and that meant no one could ring either of them and ask for them to cover shifts or be on call.

They would get to be together for the week, the wouldn't have to be up early or home late or knackered from long twelve hour shifts. And they would get to be home with Chris. No swapping shifts and finding people to help watch him until they finished work. They could spend the whole week with him, and they had plans for the seaside and the amusement park.

She could barely contain her relief and excitement at the thought of leaving and heading home with Eddie this afternoon.

With her lower back arched out, (Y/n) leaned her head on her forearm as she finished up writing her notes and slotted the paperwork in the discharge file. It was easier when they got to see and discharge people on the same day rather than send them all over the hospital. Files got easily missed and the computer system didn't always update quick enough.

"(Y/n), did you discharge that last patient?"

Her head snapped to the left and she looked over at the Doctor Ardas. He was in charge of the ER today, and (Y/n) wasn't his biggest fan. He was all for pushing people past their breaking points. He didn't like people taking breaks or taking too long and to say he liked effeciency was an understatement.

"Yeah, she's been sent home."

"Good. Cubicle three needs assessing and bloods, the full works. Go." The way he pointed and wagged his hand in the right direction made (Y/n)'s jaw lock as she scowled.

What did he think she was, a trained puppet?

She didn't have chance to tell him not to be so crude and have some manners before he turned and walked away.

Great.

She thought about turning and skulking off somewhere, Eddie's office was only up on the second floor. She could make a break for it and hide away in there so she didn't have to deal with anymore patients.

(Y/n) had already taken blood samples, sone scratch tests, checked eyesights and set up patients on drips of antibiotics and saline. She had seen three different patients and discharged two of them after her short lunch break and she had barely discharged the last patient. She could use five minutes to just breathe and sit for a moment before she was run ragged again. But this was the job, and she couldn't exactly say no.

Pushing off the desk, (Y/n) clicked her spine into place and walked away from the nurses station to head down the short hall towards the emergency cubicles. Each one was a large room with glass doors and walls, all kept private with blinds and curtains.

When she reached the third cubicle, she grabbed the chart sheet from outside the room before she walked in and shut the door behind her.

Her eyes cast across the chart sheet but she could feel her blood draining down to her toes when she read it over.

(Y/n) wasn't prejudiced or discriminating in any way, she couldn't be in her line of work. But if there was one set of patients she didn't particularly like caring for, it was the ones on drugs. The ones who would become frantic and paranoid and could get vevry crude and snappy.

Sometimes with patients on drugs they were frightened, and (Y/n) could deal with them easier than the ones who got verbally aggressive and lashed out. Especially when they didn't want help, yet came to a hospital.

The chart said this patient had been brought in after a collision on the motorway and they suspected he was on drugs. (Y/n) was going to have to take bloods to confirm as well as check him for injuries and get him onto a ward, if necessary.

"Hi Joe, I'm nurse Diaz." She set the chart down and moved over to stand beside the bed.

The man was sat up on the bed, one hand cradling his temple and the other holding the rail like he feared he might fall off the bed.

"Can I take a look at you?"

When he didn't respond, (Y/n) leaned over and tried to move her hands towards his face so she could get him to look at her. He had a large gash on the side of his temple that needed attending to.

He didn't seem bothered when, after putting on gloves and getting some cotton swabs, (Y/n) started to clean the wound on his temple. His eyes constantly darted from his lap up to look at (Y/n) and then went back down to his hands that were now fiddling on his lap. He was shaking his hands and curling his fingers like he was losing sensation in his hands, but (Y/n) guessed it was because he was high and packed with adrenaline.

It didn't take long to clean his temple and (Y/n) determined he didn't need any stitches or glue, it would heal up just fine on its own.

But the way he looked up at her and suddenly had a smirk playing on his lips made (Y/n) wonder if he hadn't exactly noticed or looked at her earlier. He was staring at her now like he had only just took a proper look at her and seen the kind smile on her features.

"You're pretty." His voice was almost as sleezy as the smile on his face and he reached out to try and either touch her cheek or cup her face, (Y/n) couldn't be sure. But either way, she leaned just out of his reach.

"Thank you. Can I set you up on the monitor?" She pointed to the ECG machine in the corner and grabbed the clips that would need to be attached to his chest, but he didn't reply.

This time, when (Y/n) leaned over him and tried to motion to his chest, he seemed to come to life. His arm flung out and whacked her wrist, sending her arm jolting down to the side and causing a dull sensation to sting towards her elbow.

So he didn't want the monitors on.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and put them down. He wasn't about to go into cardiac arrest and he had refused, she couldn't force him to wear the monitors.

"Head up for me please." She swiped the flashlight from her top pocket and leaned in front of him so she could check his eyes.

He grunted and pulled back when (Y/n) lifted his eyelid and shone the light over his pupils. They were blown wide and not reacting as good to light changes. His nose scrunched and he huffed when (Y/n) grabbed a stethoscope and listened to his breathing and his heart, but he didn't hit her away this time.

"Have you taken anything today? Medication, narcotics, any drinking?" She jotted a few notes down on his chart but she was dismayed to see him snarling at her like she had insulted him.

"Nar-whats?"

"Non-prescription drugs, Joe." Using his name might make him calm down and feel listened to; at least that was the hope. It might also make him feel like (Y/n) was treating him as a person and not just as a patient, another casualty being brought through.

"If I s-say yes, will you arrest me?" He had a teasing manner to his voice and leaned forward towards her.

"I'm a nurse, not a police officer. I just want to help, if you tell me what you took I can make sure you don't have any adverse reactions and that you haven't overdosed."

He muttered "Nothing." beneath his breath, but (Y/n) wasn't sure if he was simply disagreeing with her or telling her he hadn't taken anything like that today. Not that she was inclined to believe him anyway.

(Y/n) may not be a police officer, but her step-mum was. She wouldn't arrest Joe, she would only treat him. Once he was on a ward and sorted out, then (Y/n) would inform her step-mum who would probably be the one to come down here and arrest him. But Joe didn't need to know that yet.

"I need to take a blood sample now, it might be uncomfortable but it won't take long."

(Y/n) moved over to the small unit in the corner of the room and got what she needed to take some bloods. That would tell them what Joe had been taking today to bring him here and if he was on drugs, it would be used against him for driving under the influence.

She pulled the small stool over towards the bed and sat down, laying the items down in a dish on the side table.

His left arm was closest to her and (Y/n) tried to be tender and careful when she pulled the plastic strap around his bicep to cut off his circulation. The action made him grunt again and he looked down at her with a raised brow and confusion plastered on his face.

"What're you doing?"

"I need to take some bloods." She got the needle ready and poised at the crease of Joe's elbow, but the moment she tried to slide it into his vein, he came alive.

His hand slapped into her shoulder and his other hand reached around to try and grab her. His fingers narrowly missed her head, clawing at a few strands of hair as (Y/n) scuffled back on the stool to be out of reach.

"You're not injecting me with anything." The gritty tone to his tempered voice made (Y/n) wince and she tried to hold up the needle with the empty vile attached. There was nothing to inject, she was retrieving a sample not giving one.

"I'm not-"

"Listen, just sign the forms so I can be discharged." He stumbled up onto unsteady feet and advanced over to (Y/n) who hurriedly hopped off the stool.

She had to take his bloods, it was far easier than taking a hair sample to test for drugs in his system and bloods also helped them rule out any infections and check on organ function. He was here to be checked over, he had to let (Y/n) help him.

"Joe, I'm only trying to help. Please sit down and as soon as I'm done, we can get you on an IV. You might have a concussion." He might indeed be concussed, but (Y/n) couldn't discharge him in this state, especially when she didn't know what he had taken and in what quantity.

"I don't wanna be prodded and poked. Sign the damn forms, you can even stay in here with me if that's what you're worried about."

"I'm flattered, but you need your bloods done so we can check you're okay. Let's get them done now, hm?" (Y/n) motioned to the tray and picked up the needle again while she motioned for him to sit down, but he didn't seem to be listening.

Once his eyes locked on the needle in her hand, his lips curled into a snarl and as quick as anything, he grabbed her wrist and bent her hand to the side. The motion was swift and violent enough to make (Y/n)'s hand tremble and she dropped the needle with a cry.

Her free hand grabbed his wrist and she pushed her effort into her arm to try and make him relent. Any second now she was expecting to hear her wrist snap from the brute force he was using.

"Let go." Her hand was trembling when Joe finally relented and released her wrist that was pulsing from lack of blood to her fingers.

She coiled both arms to her chest and looked around the room. If he wasn't going to cooperate then she would have to call for assistance, maybe even security. (Y/n) had had her fair share of tough patients, but the most she dealt with was verbal aggression or the odd shove when she had a panicked patient. This was different; Joe was different.

"You're a tough one." His words made her tremble and she sidestepped towards the end of the bed where the buttons and controls were. She needed to press the call button for help.

A gasp tumbled past her lips and (Y/n) flung her arms out in front of her when Joe suddenly grabbed her hips. His fingers pinched into her skin and he yanked her so forcefully that her feet bent awkwardly beneath her and she stumbled forward into him.

Her whole body went rigid when he tried to kiss her. She agreed with the officer's statement that he was most likely on drugs, but (Y/n) could taste alcohol on his breath too.

As soon as his lips touched hers, her trembling hands shoved at his chest and she writhed from left to right until he let her go and she could stumble back.

It didn't matter if someone was attacking (Y/n), if they hit her, put her in a headlock or tried to kiss her, she couldn't physically attack them back. (Y/n) couldn't kick, punch, hit or grab at a patient. She had been to the training, she vaguely remembered all the techniques to 'calmly and kindly' get out of a bad situation without harming the other person.

It didn't mean that it was easy when she just wanted to slap him and use force to get him away from her. But not at the risk of her job.

"That's- sit down. You can't do that." Her voice was croaky and her chest heaved as she sidestepped to the left towards the door. She didn't want to be in the room with him anymore and (Y/n) didn't need to be. He had tried to assault her, that gave her grounds to leave and she couldn't be forced to care for him any longer.

A high-pitch 'no' tumbled past her lips when a hand was suddenly latched into her hair and her body was propelled backwards. No one had ever grabbed (Y/n) or done anything like this to her before. She had never been in this situation and she didn't imagine she ever would be, either.

Most of the people down in the ER were seeking help, they didn't want to lash out or cause inappropriate situations. They needed help and most of the people (Y/n) treated weren't in any fit state to try anything like this.

"Where'd you think you're going?"

He seemed to try and twist (Y/n) around to face him, but she fought against him, turning her body in the direction of the door, desperate for an escape. And her head stayed twisted away from him as not to give him any satisfaction and show she wasn't agreeing to this situation.

Both (Y/n)'s arms coiled up in front of her but it did no use. She predicted Joe would swoop down and try to kiss her again. She didn't expect him to thrust her to the side and crash her into the bedframe. The beds in the emergency room all had plastic frames with rails around the sides and at the bottom to keep patients stable and secure.

That plastic frame felt like metal when (Y/n)'s forehead collided with it and when Joe slammed into her, the left side of her chest cracked against the bed frame. It knocked all the air from her lungs in the form of a scream and her eyes snapped closed as she felt her body tingling and turning numb.

She crashed to the floor, gasping and trembling through coughs and when her body seemed to come back under her control, (Y/n) could feel a horrible ache pounding in her chest.

Had she broken her ribs? She'd never broken anything other than her fingers before. She didn't know what it was supposed to feel like, but this horrible impaling feeling was close enough.

Her arms were trembling too much and her hands were too numb to try and find the pager on her waist. And she knew she wouldn't have the capability to try and send a message to anyone, not right now. and now she was on the floor, she was out of reach of the emergency buttons at the head of the bed.

Something croaky like a broken whine parted her lips when she felt Joe try to grab her legs. And she realised with utter dismay that he was kneeling over her waist with her thighs trapped between his knees. Pinning her down.

"You're my nurse, aren't you?"

His voice was horrible and gritty and sounded like poison in (Y/n)'s ears and again, she tried to raise her arms above her for protection.

She screamed as loudly as she could, ending in a cough while her legs writhed beneath him, heels scraping against the floor and her hands batted out in front of her when Joe tried to lean down.

He had something in his hand.

(Y/n) screamed again, repeating 'no' and 'help' because she couldn't see what he had grabbed. If it was a needle, she couldn't let him stab her with it. If she got an air bubble in her bloodstream it could kill her, air in the blood caused heart attacks and embolisms. (Y/n) couldn't have him causing that; she could die.

Tears streamed down her face that twisted to the right and she screamed when a sharp burning sensation scraped along the left side of her neck. Quick thorough; it couldn't be a needle he had hurt her with, that would have gone into her skin not sliced against her.

A scalpel. He'd found one on the medical trolley in the corner, that was the only thing sharp in here that he could weaponise.

"Help!"

(Y/n) scraped her heels against the floor, trying in vain to press her feet down and bend her knees to try and give herself some momentum. It didn't work. She couldn't sit up, and she couldn't move Joe off her either. And when the scalpel came within her blurring sight, she tried to reach out for his wrist to keep him at bay.

His hand curled around her already tense, bruised wrist and fought to pin her hand to the floor, earning another scream from (Y/n)'s lips.

Someone had to hear her. Someone had to come to her aid and get this idiot off of her. They had to stop him before he did some real damage or did something unforgiveable because (Y/n) couldn't fend him off on her own.

A sob got stuck in the back of her throat and her vision blurred with more tears as she screamed loud enough to make Joe wince above her and pause, if only for a few seconds.

Would Eddie still be in surgery? Would someone be able to go and get him once someone finally came to (Y/n)'s aid?

She wanted Eddie. She wanted her husband.

For a moment when his hand let go of her bruised wrist, (Y/n) thought maybe he was letting her go. She thought he might be having second thoughts or realising what he was doing in a drug-fuelled rage. But when she saw his hands roaming away from her face and she couldn't see the scalpel anymore, she started to shout.

It took a lot of effort to lift her head from the floor, trying to get her blurring eyes to focus and see what he was doing. She didn't want another injury.

The door flung open and bodies bustled in just as (Y/n) let out a horrific scream when the scalpel imbedded in her waist. The small blade wasn't long enough to imbed into her skin and hit an organ or reach the bone. It would barely cut to the muscle, it was made for skin and light layers of tissue and the blade was as thin as card.

But with enough effort, it plunged at least half an inch deep into (Y/n)'s waist, just above her hip bone.

Something akin to "Fucking nurse!" Blundered past Joe's lips when hands were grappling with his shoulders and at least two doctors and one security man grabbed him.

They dragged him back while a nurse hurried to crouch down beside (Y/n) who all but blacked out when Joe was dragged off of her.

Both her shaking hands moved to plaster against her waist and she coiled her knees up to her abdomen, twisting onto her side. The scalpal was still in Joe's hand. He had yanked it out when the doctors pulled him off her. Thank God it hadn't been a knife and hadn't inflicted a deep wound or (Y/n) would of bled out.

She tried to open her eyes but she could barely see a thing for the spots covering her vision. But she could hear Joe screaming and the thrashing about implied they were trying to pin him to the floor. They would sedate him. (Y/n) knew the drill, she knew a psychotic outburst like this meant they would sedate him and strap his wrists to the bedframe so he couldn't hurt anyone else when he came round.

"(Y/n)? It's okay, let's sit you up so I can take a look at you. Come on."

She recognised that voice, it was Amanda, a fellow nurse. Her hands were warm and cautious when she held onto (Y/n)'s upper arms and tried to get her to sit up. They couldn't help her if she curled up into a ball like this.

(Y/n) trembled back and forth like a leaf when Amanda eased her so she was sitting up, but that was as much help as (Y/n) wanted. She shuffled across the floor until she was cowering against the bedframe, clutching the plastic frame like it was her lifeline. And when Amanda tried to reach out for her again, (Y/n) sobbed and shook her head.

"E-Eddie." She didn't want anyone else's help. She wouldn't let any of them touch her and if they tried she was going to scream.

Amanda sank back on her heels, but she was already nodding and looking across at one of the doctors now that Joe was sedated on the floor. "We need Doctor Diaz down here."

***

"Diaz!"

Eddie couldn't help the sigh that tumbled past his lips and he hung his head down for a moment to try and collect himself.

His hands twitched at his sides, covered in a light layer of powder from the latex gloves he had been wearing for over three hours. He could feel the sheen of sweat trickling down the back of his neck and the way his hair crimped and flopped about his temple, probably flattened like a pancake by now.

With as much of a smile as he could muster, Eddie turned on his heels to see who was calling out to him. He moved his hands to his hips, clutching at the mint green scrubs that felt a little too baggy for him right now. At least he had gotten the scrubs off his shoes, he hated walking in those.

"Hey Jones, you okay?" His smile stayed strong even though his shoulders sagged and he waited to be asked something, it was inevitable. He had only just come out of surgery and already someone had gotten to him before he had the chance to change back into his work clothes.

"I- we have a situation down in the ER-"

"Jones, I'm not being funny but I've been in the OR for what, nearly four hours and I've not even got changed yet. Can't someone else deal with this?"

Was that so much to ask? Was Eddie being too demanding by wanting to have a few minutes to himself before he was dragged from one situation right into another? Why had they collared him? Was it because he had been the closest colleague Jones could find, or had someone sent for him specifically?

"It's your wife," A flash of panic crossed Eddie's face and his hands dropped from his hips while his back straightened out. Now Jones had his full attention. "She had a patient on drugs, he went bezerk and attacked her… he had a scalpel."

"Is she still in the ER?!" Eddie was already sprinting down the hall before Jones could reply.

He heard a faint 'cubicle three' shouted behind him and he waved his hand to signal that he heard the instructions. He slammed his hand against the lift button, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the lift, but it was on the fourth floor and it was taking a long time to get down two levels.

With a grunt, he twisted to the right and aimed for the stairs instead. He had no idea how long ago this incident had happened. (Y/n) could have been hurt up to three hours ago while he had been in surgery. Eddie knew no one would come and get him during surgery unless it was a life or death situation. They would have waited until now to tell him and that meant (Y/n) could have been seen by a colleague or she could have been waiting all this time for Eddie.

He didn't like the thought of either of those options.

He almost skidded twice as he twisted round the corners and bolted down to the ground floor. Panting and breaking out in a cold flush by the time he swiped his badge to enter the ER through the doctor's administration area.

It didn't take long to hurry down the hall, weaving between the cubicles until he found the third one. He knew he must of looked a bit of a sight when he barely knocked on the door before blundering into the room.

He prayed (Y/n) was still in here and he didn't have to go scouting round the hospital to find her.

She was here. Eddie's sights set on her immediately. Surprise washed over his face when he looked around the room which looked twice its usual sight now that there was no bed in the middle of the room. The beds in entire hospital were all moveable so people could be transported quickly and easily. Clearly whoever (Y/n) had been treating in here had been transported out and no one had brought the bed back in yet.

Something snapped inside of Eddie when his eyes locked on his wife. Why had they not moved her out of here? Why was she sat on the floor, curled up like she was a child trying to make herself disappear?

There was (Y/n) in the right corner of the room, pressing herself up against the wall while she stayed as curled up as a little kitten. Eddie recognised the nurse knelt down beside her to be (Y/n)'s friend Amanda. And when he looked to the left, he was a little more than shocked to see one of the security team stood behind the door on the other side of the room to (Y/n).

"Eddie," The relief in Amanda's voice caught Eddie off guard and he headed over to them while Amanda pushed up onto her feet. "She won't let me help."

"I'll take care of her. Both of you, out please." Eddie waved his hand towards the door, trying his best to be polite. He knew his wife. He knew (Y/n) hadn't let Amanda help because she wouldn't want anyone trying to patch her up. And he knew she certainly wouldn't want them standing and observing while Eddie tried to help her either.

Amanda seemed to understand because she didn't look at all put-out or upset. She nodded and led the way out, followed closely by the member of security who nodded in Eddie's direction before leaving, closing the door firmly shut behind him.

His heart broke to see (Y/n) crying like this. He crouched down in front of her, unsure whether or not to reach out for her in case she shrugged off his touch too. But when he rested his cautious hands on her arms, he was relieved to have (Y/n) push herself into his embrace.

Her face burrowed into his chest and she wedged herself into his arms, shivering until Eddie tilted his head down and kissed the back of her head.

"Oh, baby. What happened, Jones said a patient tried to hurt you." Eddie had never worried about (Y/n) getting hurt at work.

Sure, when they had contagious outbreaks and people coming into the ER with unknown illnesses, he worried. He didn't want (Y/n) being susceptible to those illnesses and needing to be treated herself, and neither of them wanted to take anything like that home where Chris could catch it too.

But no one had ever tried to attack (Y/n) before, the thought had never crossed Eddie's mind because it wasn't something that happened often here and (Y/n) was never involved.

His fingers tangled in her hair and for a few seconds, Eddie breathed in her scent and focused on the way her shallow breaths mingled into the thin scrubs he was wearing. But then he moved his hand to cup the side of her face and carefully tilted her head back. She had to talk to him. He had to assess her and find out what was wrong so he could help.

(Y/n)'s hand trembled as she cupped Eddie's wrist and leaned into his touch, trying to look up at him through blurring eyes.

"He was- he was okay, until I t-tried to do bloods. He wouldn't let go, he threw me into the bed…" Her eyes glanced down and she leaned more into his hand until he was practically holding her head up for her, waiting patiently for her to carry on. "He pinned me down, Jameston had to- to get him off me."

It hadn't been (Y/n)'s best hour to have her colleagues have to rush to her aid and physically drag a patient off of her like that. But she didn't have a choice. (Y/n) did everything she could to get out of that situation, but without being allowed to use force and with no one else there was backup, (Y/n) had been defenceless.

Eddie could feel resentment growing inside of him and he hoped he didn't have to see the patient who had done this because he wouldn't be able to hold back.

He went to reply, but his brows furrowed and his heart battered against his ribs when he looked down at his hand which was cradling her face.

He wrenched his hand away from her face and unravelled his other arm from her waist so he could grab her wrist. He pulled her hand close for inspection, taking (Y/n) by surprise, before he held her chin and tilted her head back.

"Where's the blood coming from?!" The urgency in Eddie's voice made (Y/n)'s stomach jump.

Her palm was coated in blood and so was Eddie's wrist from where she had grabbed him. Why was she bleeding? Where had she been hurt to start bleeding? What had that psychotic patient done to make her bleed?

(Y/n) stayed quiet as Eddie tilted her head to the side so he could inspect the slash mark down the side of her neck. It wasn't deep and it had already stopped bleeding, but seeing her with any blood from any altercation like this made Eddie want to scream.

"What'd he do?"

Eddie let go of (Y/n)'s chin and trailed his fingertips down her arms, scanning his eyes up and down her frame while he got a lack of response. But his frown deepened when he realised (Y/n) was slightly creased over and she had her right hand pressing down on the right side of her waist. Something he hadn't noticed earlier.

He held her hand and pulled it away, nostrils flaring as he sucked in the deepest breath (Y/n) had ever seen to the point his chest looked like it was going to explode.

Blood was soaked into her shirt and coated her hand like she was trying to do finger painting.

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes tight when Eddie scrunched up her shirt to see the wound. It was small and clearly not deep enough to hit muscle or bone, but it was enough to cause a lot of bleeding like this and the way (Y/n) kept creasing forward with every breath told Eddie it hurt more than she was trying to let on.

"Baby, what did he do?" The guttural tone to Eddie's voice made (Y/n) whimper and she went back to clutching his wrist while he tried to inspect the cut.

"Found a scalpel… Eddie I- I think he broke my ribs, when I hit the bed."

The way Eddie dropped his head down and pinched the bridge of his nose made (Y/n) cry harder. She felt like she had done something wrong. She was a nurse. She was supposed to care for patients and stop situations from getting out of hand like this, but she didn't manage it today.

But when Eddie looked back at her, she was surprised when he pecked her lips and moved his hands to her elbows.

"I'll patch you up, get you an X-ray, then I'm taking you home." He could see his words took her by surprise and he hated how (Y/n) trembled when she gripped his arms, letting him take her weight as he got her up to her feet. He guided her trembling frame across to the chair in the corner and eased her down before he grabbed the stool and wheeled it across so he could sit in front of her.

(Y/n) stayed still and quiet, trying to stifle a whimper when Eddie lifted her arms and took off her shirt, leaving her in her bra and trousers.

Her eyes followed him as he scrubbed the blood from his hands and snapped on a fresh pair of gloves. Expertly finding the cotton swabs and anticeptic before he wheeled closer until their knees were touching and he was hunched over her lap to reach the wound.

Her stomach sucked in and she flinched away from his touch when he started to clean the wound. And he murmured a soft "Sorry baby," every time she flinched.

"Dios, he got you deep for such a small wound." It angered Eddie until he felt like a volcano on the brink of errupting. There had to of been a lot of force to cut (Y/n) this deep with such a small blade and cause this much bleeding.

Eddie threw the cotton swabs in the bin, grimacing at how many bloodied swabs he was using to clean her wound and the surrounding skin. But he had to make sure it was clean and that the bleeding was slowing down. At least it was small enough not to need stitches or gluing back together. Once the bleeding slowed down, Eddie applied some cream and looked for some suture strips.

He needed to keep the wound closed so it wouldn't bleed out. The strips were great for small cuts, but he winced each time he applied one of the thin rectangular strips. Three of them kept the wound tightly closed, and then with a patch of gauze over the top, (Y/n) was patched up.

"Can I check your ribs?"

(Y/n) wordlessly nodded and tried to sit up straighter, holding her left arm out at her side so Eddie could check them.

She felt like closing her eyes, but focused her vision on Eddie's face instead. Their eyes locked for a few moments while his index and middle finger tenderly prodded at her chest, checking each rib down the left side.

"I count two, you'll need a scan because I don't know if they're fractured or clean breaks."

Fractures were worse, they weren't complete splits in the bone and they could heal wrong. And Eddie needed to make sure if they were broken that they weren't at risk of puncturing a lung.

"No other injuries I need to know about, right?" He dreaded to ask in case (Y/n) had any other breaks or sprains or bruises he had to check over. She shouldn't be injured at all. She should be tending to patients and calming them down instead of sitting here, beaten up, needing Eddie to tend to her wounds. This wasn't right, it wasn't fair.

(Y/n) shook her head and sniffed, trying in vain to stop herself from crying but she couldn't seem to help it.

"I- I'm sorry, I should of-"

"Hey." A gasp elicited from her lips when Eddie's hand gripped her chin and their eyes locked. "I don't wanna hear any of that, mi amor. He hurt you, he had no right to do that and you have nothing to be sorry about. Understand?"

When she nodded, Eddie brushed his thumb across her chin, murmuring a soft "Good," against her lips that he stole a tender kiss from. He could feel salt tears trickling across her lips and each shallow breath she let out, but after another deep kiss, her breaths deepened and began to even out.

He wouldn't have (Y/n) apologise or feel bad for anything. She hadn't done anything wrong, she was the one who had been hurt.

Eddie slid his hands down to (Y/n)'s waist, carefully helping her up from the chair and he managed a smile when she tucked her face into his chest and looped her arms around his neck. He cupped the back of her neck and wound his other arm around her waist, pressing his palm into her lower back where his fingers tapped and messed with the band of her trousers.

"You're okay. I've got you, amor." He pressed his lips longingly and lovingly against the side of her head, breathing in her scent as he began to sway them from side to side.

They didn't need to go for an X-ray right away, they finally had a few moments to spare for Eddie to comfort her and hold her in his arms like this. And he knew in a little while he was going to have to call his father in law and pray that he got through. He didn't want to leave a message for Bobby to say (Y/n) had been attacked at work, it was a conversation that had to happen in person.

But right now, Eddie had to look after her.

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opiopal · 5 months ago

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imagine just a regular human OM au,

as in like, no angels, no demons, no magic, none of that whatsoever, everyone is just their character trope but in a regular kinda sitcomy romance

RAD is just a fancy private school, Dia is like, the rich principals son who’s also like class president, and Luci is vice, snd luci made all his brothers join student council because he wanted them all to have at least one activity that would look good on a resume for them, mams is still known for being scummy, Levi is rarely seen at school cause he’s a shut in nerd, Asmo is super popular, ect. Ect. Literally it’s just them but… human. and mc showing up is just like, they qualified for this program and didn’t really know it(bc public schools suck at communication dog), and so they are suddenly told they’re gonna be flown halfway across the world for this, and the rest is history.

now, you guys are probably thinking, “Opi, you basically just said imagine OM but without the thing that makes it OM” and to that I say,

Yah lol,

BUT LISTEN!

it has potential to be cute, like, instead of big cool pact marks, it’s just the brothers who like mc doodling on their arms in pen when they’re bored, like they all do it and don’t really know why, but mc lets them so they do it. or like, mc is just given an item to signify that they gained that brothers friendship, like a bracelet, painted nails, a keychain, hairclip, a book, literally anything at all.

So maybe mc and mams becoming friends would have to be more of a hostage situation rather then an exchange??? Like, instead of “if I give you your credit card you gotta make a pact with me,” it’s “if you don’t give your brother his toy back I’ll cut your card,” and somehow it turned into mams hanging around mc more often, maybe he liked them being mean or something lol, we know how he is.

also, maybe this would make the brothers whole situation sadder?? Since it would practically be a highschool au, they’d all have to be like 16-19, so would this mean they got kicked out of their home after the death of their sister? Maybe their father, while in grief, decided to blame the seven of them for encouraging her? Maybe she got attacked/mugged, or got into a car crash with her bf? Obviously this work leave zero room for mc and her being related in a sense(maybe they had been friends in the past?) so the brothers beginning to like mc more would have to happen more organically instead of being pushed further along with the Lilith plot point.

Thought moving onto the other characters, Solomon is probably just a weirdo that’s into scifi stuff, and believes in a bunch of stuff(maybe ghosts are still real or something? So he gives mc things to ward off evil spirits as gifts) he’s probably still a student as well, but has back problems or something so everyone calls him old. Thirteen prolly just skips class whenever she feels like it(which is prolly always) so she’s rarely seen/isn’t seen until later into the series, but whenever she’s around she’s like, that one super cool side character that you want to hang out with but luci doesn’t allow it because he worries that she smokes behind the school or something wild like that. Mephisto I feel like would be that one kid you rarely see because he’s in all the honors and honors college classes, so unless you also get into one there’s a rare chance of seeing him around the school, though when you bump into him, he’s so weirdly passive aggressive, like sorry for breathing wrong I guess???? (He would totally get into a fight for someone stepping on his designer shoes) I could also imagine him pulling the whole “my father will hear of this!!” Crap. Though eventually he’d warm up and be pretty nice! Though wouldn’t wanna show it often in public, but he just might, only for mc of course. Raphael simeon and Luke are most likely those close family friends that you legit forget aren’t actually family because they’re so insanely close, and I can imagine they’re basically the same, though maybe luke isn’t a little speciest. Luke is most likely either just like, a 6th grader that is around sometimes, or is in a higher grade cause he was moved up. Simeon is on ao3, and TOL is totally an on going story he wrote in like the 5th grade and just kept it going because he realized people really really liked it. Levi is probably just one of those WEEEIRRDOOS who got the fics printed out into book format to keep physical copies of lol, rapheal.. I don’t know him very well, though I feel as if he’d be one of those like, eerily quiet kids, not like “the quiet kid” just.. he’s quiet, but you chat with him and he’s a bit of a nerd, not a raging one, but a chill one, and he likes his hedgehog, I could see him carrying a photo of his hedgehog around to show people.

now here’s the gag guys..

barbatos is the exact same, like there is nothing with him that seems different at all, he’s odd, he shows up randomly, he’s very attentive, and has his strong hate/fear of rodents. no one knows if he actually has any classes of his own because he just follows dia around all day long,

but yea, also no I’m not running out of ideas gang lol, this is just one of my many many OM AU’s I think about often, and I guess I’m just in a domestic mood today lol

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ravcnism · 10 months ago

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HEY uhm.. i've been having this idea.. like imagine kenji sato x m!reader athlete as well? help, i just thought the dynamic would be cute. it could be a rival team on the baseball league or another sports. I just thought it would be cool!

STRIKEOUT. — KEN SATO x Male!Athlete READER

Summary: The Hiroshima Toyo Carp may have a new player in town, but his name is nowhere near unheard of. The prized star pitcher of The States takes the country by storm when he spontaneously shows up against the Yomiuri Giants. Ken Sato’s career is given a run for its money.

# # TAGS: Longform, Enemies to Lovers but like Still Enemies as Lovers, A LOT of Tension, Sports Anime-Level of Ridiculous, Star-Athlete!Male Reader, Author Doesn't Actually Know Anything About Baseball, Sort of a Slow Burn? No Beta We Die Like Onda

# # WARNINGS: Mild Violence, Mature Language, Eventual Smut if I’m Brave Enough, English is not My First Language, Around 2000 Words, Part One of ??

Night fell promptly upon the Sato residence. The sun had tucked itself into the sea and left a trail of gold in its warm, glistening wake. From afar, the ever-lively city of New Tokyo lit up street by street.

Beneath the water, in the basement, a newly-bathed Emi waddled towards her corner of the house; smelling of fresh sakura petals, and cuddling a half-crushed Nissan Skyline GT-R. Full from dinner, and satisfied by her shower, she felt the gentle arms of sleep coaxing her to a nap. With a squeaky yawn, and a stretch of her arm, she succumbed to its calls and laid on her spot on the ground. A very amused Hayao Sato came walking after her. “Silly girl. The bath and snack combo never fails to knock you out, huh?”

Kenji Sato, well-dressed for a night out, entered after. He was preoccupied by his sleeves, fingers fumbling to button them shut. “Remember, Dad. No videos after 10 pm. We can’t ruin her sleep schedule again.”

“Of course, Kenji.” His father waved him off with his cane. “You act as if I don’t know her routine like the back of my hand.”

“I’m just making sure.” He was fixing his hair, then, gelling it into place. His eyes narrowed at his own reflection, trying to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. “And of course you’ve got Mina to help.”

“Definitely, Ken.” As if on cue, the round hovering bot came floating in. “We have everything under control. You needn’t worry about us here.”

Professor Sato chuckled at his son, leaning on his good foot. “You seem to have a lot of nervous energy in you, Kenji.”

The batter sighed, tugging on his collar one last time. “I’m always nervous when I’m not playing.” Deciding he looked alright, Ken left his reflection alone. “No idea why. Might have something to do with my dislike towards things that I can’t control, but I’m not gonna get into that right now–” He shuffled about, searching frantically for his jacket. “Mina, where did I put my–?” An extended robot arm appeared from the floor and handed it to him. “Oh. Thanks.”

“Try to enjoy yourself anyway, Kenji.” Professor Sato had walked over to Emi, who was fast asleep, snoring slightly. He lifted a hand and rubbed her head. “I think it’s good that you go to these games even when you’re not scheduled. I can tell it lifts your team’s spirits.”

“Yeah, well, honestly I’m still trying to get used to it. The whole sportsmanship thing.” Ken sprayed his cologne on. He made a quick jog towards Emi and kissed her cheek. “Sleep tight, Sweetie.” He looked at his dad. With his motorcycle keys now in hand, he walked backwards to their glass elevator. “If anything happens, call me. You know the drill.”

“Yes, Ken,” replied Mina. “We do. Rest assured, there will not be a repeat of last time.”

“Right, right. Last time.” Kenji forced out a laugh. “Look, if she wakes up and I’m not home yet, try to get her to tire herself out. Load up a park. Throw some balls. But no flying outside, please? You know she gets carried away.”

“Understood.”

With a final glance, and a reluctant sigh, he stepped into the lift. “I’ll be back soon.” Leaving her 20-foot Kaiju-of-a-daughter never got any easier — no matter how many times he had gone and done it. He waved his family a quick goodbye, before disappearing from their line of sight.

His dad was right. It was good that he was going. The Giants had a game to win.

"Good evening sports fans! Ladies and gentlefolk, we welcome you to the highly anticipated matchup between the Hiroshima Toyo Carp and your Yomiuri Giants.”

The stadium was bright and buzzing with excitement. Ken was used to the energy, but he never grew tired of it. There was something almost magical about having this many people in a stadium together. Something electrifying about hearing their collective voices. Whether or not he was set to play, the crowd was what grounded him into focus. He adored their cheers, regardless of who it was directed to.

“We’ve got an intense start to the game so far, the home crowd doesn’t look too happy with Tateoka’s second strikeout.”

“How's it looking?” Ken appeared beside his teammate, Yuki, who was watching the game by the barriers.

“Bad. We're dying out there, Sato. Tateoka's our second batter. We're down one strikeout.”

Ken's brows knitted together, intrigued. He had gotten here a little late and missed a good chunk of the first inning. He had missed most of the commentary, too, so he was pretty much left in the dark. All he knew was that the home crowd didn't look too cheerful. And neither did Coach Shimura. ( Though technically, he couldn't remember a time when Shimura looked anything less than disappointed. ) Ken settled into his spot, nursing a canned soda.

The pitcher’s back was against him, his jersey name too far for him to read. He couldn't see who it was. Ken took notice of their form. Their figure. “Wait, who's throwing again?”

His teammate dropped a name so familiar it sent Ken choking on his drink.

“Fucking, who?” He dropped the name of a famous star-athlete. A name he saw on billboards, news reports, articles. A name so expensive it put his vintage cars to shame. A name with a strikeout rate so disgustingly high it had the best teams falling to their knees. A staggering 1.75 ERA. Almost zero walks. Your name, sent a shiver down Ken Sato’s spine. You, the Mets’ notorious Bullet, now a surprise player of the Toyo Carp.

He watched as you turned around. Your face came into view. You were frighteningly calm. The Giants’ batter was one strike away from an out. Kenji swallowed thickly. “When the hell did he get here?”

“Yeah. Apparently they traded him to Carp a week ago. Didn't get much buzz for some reason.” Yuki scoffed. “Think they covered it up? Element of surprise? It was a pretty big move.”

The fact that Kenji had never been put up against you before was sheer dumb luck. That's what he thought, anyway. Despite the fact that the both of you had been celebrities in The States, the seasons just never aligned well enough to get the both of you to play at the same park. But he hadn't dreamed of it. Who in their right mind would? Like a bullet from a gun, your pitches were unstoppable. You had a mutant-like control over the ball. There were studies on the physics of your technique. Even the best batters would miss your throws. And at that moment, as he watched his teammate strike himself out, Kenji wondered if he'd miss, too.

He wouldn't have to keep wondering. Understanding the weight of your presence, the Yomiuri Giants opted to bring in the calvary.

“Sato.” Ken flinched at Shimura’s voice. He looked over his shoulder, facing him. “Locker room. Get dressed — I'm calling you up.”

He laughed, nervously. “You sure that's legal, coach?” He wasn't scheduled to play today, and spontaneously entering a non-player into the field was only allowed upon certain circumstances. Like an injury, for example.

“Of course it is.” Shimura grumbled. “Tokuda just broke his arm.”

The mentioned Tokuda stood behind him, sipping on some soda, with his obviously not-broken arm. “You heard the man, Ken. I just broke my arm.”

Ken grimaced, heading for the door. “The press is going to love this…” Japan's finest batter, versus The States’ fastest pitcher. Oh, this would make the headlines for sure.

Kenji did as he was told. He walked into the locker room, then walked out in full-attire. The speakers crackled to life. There was a steady rise in the crowd’s demeanor. People were slowly piecing the situation together. The announcers were losing their minds. “And It looks like — oh my goodness, folks. I don't believe this. Ken Sato has been called up into the field!”

The stadium went alight. Ken walked into the park and wondered if the lights were a little brighter than usual. He was doing his stretches, rolling his shoulders. His bat was handed to him and he flipped it in his hand. He allowed the cheers to boost his energy, and perhaps a bit of his ego.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we might be witnessing baseball history tonight! Two of the opposing team’s star players have come face to face for the first time ever. And it's happening right here, right now.”

You met his eyes. Ken’s breath hitched. You were so… intense. He couldn't properly describe it. You watched him move into position like a lion stalking its prey.

“Will Sato stop the Toyo Carp’s brand new Bullet? Or will he walk out of this game bleeding?”

The trick was to look them in the eye. A pitcher was no different from a batter when it came to a game. They shared the same weight of responsibility. The only time a stadium is silent is when they're standing face to face. Like a duel. One of Ken’s techniques was staring them down and reminding them that he was a force to be reckoned with. He was Ken Sato, for crying out loud.

Unfortunately for him, you were unshaken. Which he would’ve been offended by, if he were younger and more immature. No matter, he had other things to look for. Like the cues. Each pitcher had their own cue; a sort of tell that told Ken what kind of throw they’d be going for. He didn’t hit those pitches out of pure luck. Contrary to popular belief, he was actually thinking these games through. There were a plethora of things to look at. A pitcher’s stance, their position, which hand they were using. In an easier game, Ken would be able to read these pitchers like an open book.

But if you were a book, then you would've been written in a different language. He could find no such cues. He didn’t really have anything to calculate. You were as unpredictable as you were quick. None of his usual techniques seemed to be working on you.

The last resort: keep your eye on the damn ball, and freakin’ swing.

You held your hand outward, fingers pointed at him. There was a kind of hunger in your eyes, an expression that made Ken’s heart skip a beat. Your focused glare made him feel as if a red dot had appeared on his forehead. Like you had marked him for prey. It felt… personal. Like it wasn’t a part of the game, and you were only pointing at him. A threat. A dare.

You pulled your pitching arm back. He swore he heard a gun cock. The stadium went quiet. The crowd held its breath. So did Ken. He tightened his grip on his bat. He waited, eagerly, for you to make your move. He was counting the milliseconds, watching you, anticipating your throw, waiting for you to shoot.

And you did.

Ken blinked, and the ball was gone from your hands. He released the breath he was holding through a disbelieved scoff. He turned, and the catcher had stumbled slightly, holding your ball. The crowd grew into disarray, a rising cacophony of cheers and boos. They just couldn’t believe it. Ken Sato not only missed your pitch, but wasn’t able to move at all. He couldn’t even swing. You were too fast. Too abrupt.The ball was a white blur, there a moment, then gone the next. It wasn’t an issue of the curve, nor the direction. It was just too fucking fast.

His teammates couldn’t believe their eyes. And neither did his coach. Ken craned his head to look at you. You stared back at him, stone-faced.

He took a breath to regain his composure, resuming his earlier stance. He would never admit it, but he was rattled. He was trying to understand how that throw was humanly possible. How he had somehow forgotten to move. He could do nothing more but stand haunted as he heard the resounding “strike one!” from the umpire. This wasn’t the first time he’d missed, but it was the first time he froze. It was a spectacle to all, and a moment of horror for his fans. Did the Unstoppable Ken Sato finally meet his match? Even if he did, he was determined not to lose a second time.

“Okay,” he whispered. He took a deep, focused breath, slightly shifting his stance. He kept his feet firm on the ground, bat at the ready. “Okay, Hotshot. Bring it on.”

You kept your eyes on him and him alone. You stared at him as if you were the only two people in the stadium. The crowd went silent once again. The Giants fans were desperate to give Sato the focus he so-terribly needed, but the Carp fans were just curious to see how the second pitch would go. The air was thick and heavy with tension.

Like before, you threw your hand out, fingers pointed at Ken. You drew your pitching arm back, like an archer, and there was that sound in his mind again. The cock of a gun. Ken waited. He counted you down. He was a hunter dressed in camo, waiting for a deer to move.

Then, for the first time since he’d seen you, your expression changed. You grinned at him.

Then you winked.

Shit.

You threw the ball. Ken swung.

But he missed.

The crowd erupted into chaos. There was an indistinguishable pandemonium of disdain and celebration. People screamed and jumped and waved their banners as high as they possibly could. A number of them had already entered a state of acceptance — the Giants would lose to a perfect game. No batter would ever get through the wall that was you. But a lot of them kept their faith in the ever-notorious Sato. He could hit the last shot. He could pull this off. He might have been struggling to match your speed, but he would figure it out. They believed in him like he was a god.

And at that moment, as Kenji heard the echoing “strike two!” he certainly felt the anger of one.

Did you just fucking wink? Did you seriously have the audacity to wink at him? Kenji took it personally. Who did you think you were? Though his lips spoke nothing of the foul words he wished so eagerly to shout, it was clear on his face that he wanted you gone. It was one thing to embarrass him with a fastball, but another to rub it in. He wouldn’t let that slide. He wouldn’t allow you to strike him out.

Yoshimura was gripping the barrier so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.“Eyes up, Sato!”

Kenji breathed. Through his nose, this time. He drew a long breath into his entire body and blew it out through his lips. He wouldn’t miss. He couldn’t miss. While he might have already taught himself the humility that came with losing, he hadn’t taught himself jackshit about losing to you.

“If looks could kill,” whispered Ami Wakita, the reporter who watched the game from the press booth. Typing into her laptop, she wrote: “There seems to be obvious tension on the field. Nothing new for Ken Sato, yet, significantly different. Japan’s star player has finally met his match. This game has been a long time coming.”

This was his last chance, and he wasn’t going to waste it. Kenji raised his bat, and narrowed his eyes. You weren’t blind to his added efforts, and smirked at him again. Oh, how it made his blood boil.

Point.

Pull.

Throw.

Swing.

This time, the ball made contact.

The crowd blew up once more, exhausting their lungs as they watched the ball fly across the field. Kenji had hit it. Kenji had managed to catch your bullet-of-a-pitch. He dropped his bat to the ground and ran for his life. Base to base, corner to corner. Kenji leapt across the field and jumped for home.

“Safe!”

The crowd went wild. He had heard stadiums cheer for him before, but he didn't think he had ever heard anything this loud. With a relieved laugh, Kenji got up from the ground, and finally caught his breath. His teammates ran to greet him, though they had only passed the first inning. With a round as intense as that one, they felt it was only right to celebrate a little early.

And then he looked at you. Your eyes met. You were smiling at him again. He didn't like the lack of concern on your face. He didn't like that you didn't seem challenged. And he especially didn't like the fact that he was out there playing for his life, while you seemed to have played for a weekend game at the park.

Kenji was glaring at you, as if he was burning holes into your head. You lifted a hand and threw him a casual salute, flicking two fingers towards his direction. Dammit, he thought. That wink really threw him off. Which it shouldn't have.

Unfortunately for him, the game was nowhere near the last time you'd interact.

And there'd be the after-party to boot.

#ultraman rising #x reader #kenji sato #ken sato x male reader #kenji sato x male reader #ken sato #ken sato x you #ken sato x reader #kenji sato x reader

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wonysugar · 10 months ago

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My mind keeps imagining g!p wony x sub reader x g!p Karina, like🤭🤭 Both of them having unnie kink and breeding kink? USGSIAHAIAHAYA the woman they are😩

taking this as old ass ask as an opportunity to write some drabbles for you guys while i finish up my draftss cause i know that you guys are starving rn😭i’m so sorry for the longg wait, i promise i’m trying my hardest to get them done as fast as i can, please bare with me🙏

cw!! g!p, breeding kink, unnie kink, free-use, college au

so uhm they’re both hung. SORRY, I SAID IT… THEY’RE BOTH HUNG SUE ME LITERALLY SUEE MEEE!

now.. g!p wonyoung has basically all of us here on a chokehold, that much is obvious! however, i don’t think i’ve ever talked about g!p jimin on here? WEYLPP YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANSS THERE’S A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHINGGG~~

so what is the deal with these two? well i’ll tell you what; losers, the both of them, two actual massive fawking nerds!! they will always be caught at the library studying for mid terms,, either that or they’re in their dorm playing overwatch and valorant all day long😭😭losers trapped in hot bodies i fear

jimin and wonyoung considered you a friend ever since you asked the two of them to help you study the material, since their grades are practically outrageous.. so yeah you guys are just overall suuuuper chill and gawsh they just really appreciate your presence altogether it’s all happy and jolly! they’re a year above you, which probably explains the giggly and jittery reaction they both get when you call them your unnies… they can’t help but to baby you all the time!

some day, they innocently invite you over to their dorm, yknow just asking to order food and study together and whatnot, perhaps getting on val afterwards for shits and giggles.. you accept, of course, because why would you pass up an opportunity to improve your grades with two of the best students in your program, let alone a hang out between friends?

when you do get there, the dorm is clean and tidy, just as you’d expect from such model students. you do end up studying for about an hour and a half, that is until wonyoung suggests taking a break, wearing a warm smile as she adjusts her glasses.

“why don’t we stop for a little bit, hm?” she says, closing the book in front of you as she throws quick glances at jimin, they seem innocent enough, so you paid no mind to those.

jimin only nodded, liking the idea and gently putting her hand on your arm, “it is indeed very important to regularly take breaks when studying. plus, you’ve worked hard today, don’t you think, baby?”

in a usual situation, you wouldn’t be at all fazed by the pet name she used, since the two girls basically call you that every chance they get. however, you don’t know if it was jimin’s hand caressing your arm at that moment or the way that wonyoung was staring at your eyes that made you especially nervous, perhaps it was both, but you nodded to her words regardless.

she was right, after all, breaks are very necessary to a productive study session.

however, you quickly grasped that the ‘break’ in question would last much, much longer than you expected when jimin’s lips were suddenly trailing kisses down your neck whilst wonyoung caressed your hair.

“unnie—“ you reached out for her hand, more and more adrenaline rushing through your body with each kiss that jimin left on your soft skin.

and because that honorific just drives the both of them FAWKING crazy, “your unnies will take good care of you, okay sweetheart?” is what she’d softly say, smiling. you’d nod, entranced, before feeling her soft lips on yours. you knew there was no turning back when they eventually grabbed your two hands and made you feel their visible and poking hard-ons, which got you embarrassingly riled up to a great extent.

the rest is history, really. you never in a million years would’ve thought a ‘study session’ would end up with having jimin fuck you missionary, watching how her cock disappears inside you as she slowly thrusts into you and moans your name whilst wonyoung fucked your throat, nestling her slender fingers into your hair guiding your head to bob up and down her length ahehehefheh

when both of them are close to cumming, i feel like they’d be the types to not even tell you, lowkey.. especially jiminfcksmdm she’d just be so lost in the sensation of how good her cock feels fucking your tight, wet cunt that she’d just carelessly shoot her load into you as if you were just some sex toy,,, she can’t help it!! she wants to mark you as much as she can, even if that meant potentially knocking you u— [GUNSHOTS]

also it is important to mention that while jimin lovesss fucking your pussy, wonyoung is absolutely a head girlie.. she’d much rather have you down on her knees and sucking her dick than fucking you. don’t get her wrong, she’ll still dick you down if you asked her to, she just prefers using the pretty mouth that calls her ‘unnie’ way more aheheh

you’d just be straight up lying if you said that you didn’t yearn for more of them after that day… especially after having the many changes that your relationship with them had gone through. back then, they’d stare at you with innocent eyes, gaze warm and polite when seeing you, waving at you. now? they were basically eyefucking you and smirking at you everytime they saw you in the hallways.

it didn’t take long for them to take that to the next level,, omg next level by aespa— [NUKES] SORRY. but yeah sometimes even pulling you away from your nerdy friend group to have a quickie in the bathroom just because they know you’ll let them use your body at random times of the daycjenfkd they’re unhinged i fear! using your exams as an excuse,, saying shit like “but it’s important to relax and relieve stress before an exam!” before proceeding to dick you down in a stall likee.. right, right..

of course, you live for every second of it and they know it, but acting all innocent and oblivious towards their advances when really, you’re already soaked by the time that you’re on your way to their dorm so you can suck them off after they text you to come over is all part of the funkdjsndm

#karina aespa smut #aespa smut #wonyoung ive smut #wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung x female reader #jang wonyoung #ive smut #wonyoung hard thoughts #karina aespa x female reader #wonyoung ive x female reader #karina x female reader #aespa karina smut #karina smut #yoo jimin smut #yoo jimin

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fae-cookie-run-madness · 17 days ago

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So another ancient x beast au that been plaguing my mind.

I’m not sure what it would be called, but basically it’s the idea that the beast escape early on but there kind of beat down after being trapped in the tree, so they were just mainly in hiding.

And the ancients soon after getting their soul jams find these beasts and sort of drag them along for the ride. Of course most fall in love, and help establish kingdoms.

Eventually dark enchantress happens and there’s some problems. The fairies show up along with the crème republic, expressing their fear that these fable beasts have broken free and have join Dark enchantress. Meanwhile the ancients are trying to hide their partners while just sort of nodding along.

So like Mystic Flour (goes by Pure Flour) and Dark Cacao are married and the rulers of the Dark Cacao kingdom (Dark Choco is their son).

Burning Spice (goes by Warming or fire spice) acts as a bodyguard to Golden Cheese cookie. Not one knows the status of their relationship.

Shadow milk (persona of Blueberry milk) acts as Pure Vanilla’s advisor, while secretly being the best spy and sower of deceit. Can’t have cookies fighting for the crown if they always at each others throats.

I imagine Eternal Sugar plays the role of Hollyberry’s long time friend. It’s obviously to everyone that they are dating, but it’s never formally announced.

Silent Salt acts much like a knight or Bodyguard to White Lily, even though she insists she doesn’t need one.

And that it’s so far, I have more but that’s just what been buzzing around my head. Would love anyone thoughts or just different ideas.

#cookie run kingdom #crk #crk au #crk beasts x ancients #beast x ancient #mysticcacao #burningcheese #pureshadow #shadowvanilla #sugarberry #hollysugar #children of beasts au

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goblinontour · 2 months ago

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Baby, I’m Yours

santa is coming, indeed

warnings: dad!alex, fluff, smut, piv, raw, breeding kink (i guess), mentions of pregnancy and bodies and stuff like that

word count: 6.9k

If someone had asked him a few years ago how he thought he’d be spending Christmas, he’d have said anything but this.

Anything but sitting cross-legged on the living room floor with his hair sectioned off into impossibly tiny braids and adorned with about a million butterfly clips — those obnoxiously small, multicolored ones that came in packs of fifty (and you had at least ten of those in the house). He knew he’d eventually step on them when he least expected it, like the Lego pieces of a girl dad. Not that he thought Legos were strictly for boys, she had those too, of course, but you know.

“Alright.” he muttered under his breath, his eyes flicking to the mirror propped against the wall where he could just make out the glittering chaos atop his head. “I think that’s enough, girls.”

“No!” you and Poppy exclaimed at the exact same time, your voice louder than hers, embarrassingly so.

He turned his head to look at you, raising one eyebrow, and the corners of his mouth twitched upward despite himself.

“What woman,” you began, defensive already, “what girl, soul, or being would say no to this?” You gestured toward him dramatically, and he rolled his eyes, but there was no real bite behind it.

“Yeah, Daddy!” Poppy chimed in, tugging on the left side of his hair. Her side. “We’re not done yet!”

Alex sighed, the kind of long-suffering sigh that made you laugh every time. “Okay.” he said quietly, turning back around, his gaze dropping to the tangle of clips and elastics scattered across the rug.

The pull on his hair — gentle from you, enthusiastic from her — was a constant he’d grown used to. He didn’t even flinch anymore.

He let his eyes wander to the Christmas tree, its lights casting a warm glow across the room. It looked like a scene from a postcard, all soft edges and muted colors, and for a moment, he let himself get lost in it. The music playing faintly from the speaker in the corner wasn’t one of his own songs — he never let his own voice be the soundtrack to days like this, or any days really — but something slow and nostalgic, a crooner he didn’t even realise he’d hummed along to until you pointed it out.

He couldn’t help but think about how strange it all was, how far removed this was from the life he’d imagined for himself. There were years where he’d have spent Christmas nursing a drink in some dimly lit bar, or jetting off to some remote location just to avoid the holiday altogether. He’d been good at running, then. But now?

Now, he had butterfly clips in his hair and a daughter who thought he hung the moon just for her. He had you, with your too-loud laugh and your insistence on calling him beautiful whenever you got him to sit still long enough to let you mess with his hair. He had this house, this tree, this moment.

“Alright, what d’you think?” you asked, breaking him out of his thoughts. You were leaning back now, surveying your work with an air of seriousness.

Poppy giggled, clapping her hands. “You look so pretty, Daddy!”

Alex turned to you, his dark eyes narrowing. “Pretty?” he repeated, his voice dry.

“Gorgeous.” you corrected, grinning at him.

He shook his head, the clips jingling slightly with the movement, and you laughed again, that unrestrained sound that always seemed to fill the room.

“Alright, but if either of you take a picture, I’m cutting you both off from biscuits for the rest of the day.” he warned. He wouldn’t.

Poppy gasped, scandalized. “You wouldn’t!”

You just smirked, holding up your phone and snapping a quick photo before he could stop you. “Too late.”

He groaned, leaning back against the couch and running a hand through his hair — a futile effort, given the number of clips now embedded in it. But as he looked at the two of you, your faces flushed from laughter, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

If someone had told him a few years ago that this would be his life, he might’ve laughed. Or maybe he’d have walked away, afraid of what it would mean to care this much, to have this much to lose.

He wouldn’t trade it for anything.

He wouldn’t trade this for anything, either. Your hands in his hair, leaned over his shoulder, your careful concentration as you plucked out those clips by the end of the night, your smile that curved wider with every one you removed. It was reflected in the bathroom mirror, the same mirror where he caught glimpses of himself on days he barely recognised the man staring back.

Alex could have taken them out himself — there wasn’t much he couldn’t figure out when left to his own devices — but he let you do it instead. Maybe it was because he couldn’t see them properly in the back. Or maybe it was because he liked this, the way your fingers lingered in his hair, tugging gently, setting his scalp alight with a low, pleasant sting.

“You know,” he said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence, “maybe I should buzz it again. Save us all the trouble next time.”

Your hands stilled mid-motion, and your reflection whipped up to meet his. You looked scandalized, genuinely offended, gasped like he’d suggested chopping down the Christmas tree and setting it on fire.

“Never again, Alex!” you warned, swatting him lightly on the shoulder.

He grinned, leaning into the dramatics of it. “Why not?”

“Because!” you exclaimed, as though the answer were painfully obvious — Oh yes, he knew — “If you do, I won’t be able to do this.”

Before he could pretend to not know what this was, your fingers curled tighter into his hair, and you tugged — hard enough to make him gasp. His head tipped back instinctively, exposing the long, pale stretch of neck. You didn’t waste a second. Your lips found the sensitive skin beneath his jaw, brushing lightly before your teeth followed, scraping a slow path that made his breath hitch.

“Christ-” he muttered, his hands flying to the sink for balance. His knuckles went white against the porcelain as you trailed your mouth lower, your teeth leaving soft, fleeting bites before you soothed them with your tongue.

“Oh yeah…” he whispered — something tender, but also wanting.

You smiled, your lips curving against his neck as you pressed another kiss there. And another. “You were saying?” you murmured, barely audible against his skin.

His eyes flickered open, meeting yours in the mirror. His pupils were blown wide, his breathing uneven, and you smiled against his neck, pleased with yourself.

“Thought so.” you whispered.

“You can get so feral sometimes.” he murmured, his gaze never leaving yours in the mirror. He let out a breathless laugh, a sound that was almost a groan, and tilted his head further to the side, giving you more access. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

“Only to you.” you replied, letting your teeth scrape gently against his jaw before pulling back.

He huffed out a breath and shook his head slightly. “Not sure if that’s a warning or a promise.”

“It’s both.” you said, smirking as you plucked the last clip from his hair and set it on the counter beside him. “There. All done.”

You punctuated the word by dragging your lips up to his jaw, pressing an open-mouthed kiss there, and then biting softly at the hinge.

“Think I liked it better when they were still in.” He reached up, running a hand through his hair to shake it out, and gave you a look. “At least you were being nice to me then.”

You laughed, sliding your arms around his waist from behind and resting your chin on his shoulder. “You loved it.”

“Careful.” he said. “You’re playing with fire, baby.”

You pulled back slightly, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “Am I?”

He turned his head just enough to face you. “You know you are.”

“Mhm.” you hummed, swaying him slightly. “You’re a sucker for attention. Especially mine.”

“Guess I can’t argue with that.”

His breathing was shallow now, and your lips were still close enough to graze his.

But then Poppy’s voice rang out from the living room, breaking the spell.

“Daddy! Mummy! Look what I made!”

The two of you froze, the moment suspended in time, before Alex exhaled sharply, a quiet laugh escaping him. “Saved by the kid.” he muttered, his lips twitching into a crooked smile.

You grinned, pressing one last kiss to his temple before stepping back. “Go on, then. She’s probably building an empire of Lego castles.”

He straightened, running a hand through his hair, again, wincing slightly when he hit a tangle you hadn’t yet smoothed out. “And I’ll be stepping on every piece of it when I least expect it.”

“Your dad feet can handle it.”

He glanced at you, his expression softening as his hand dropped back to his side. “What would I do without you?”

“Buzz your hair, apparently.”

“God forbid!” he said, shaking his head as he made his way toward the door.

But before he left, he paused, turning back to look at you.

“Hey.” he said softly.

“Yeah?”

He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. “I mean it. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Your teasing smile faltered. “Good thing you’ll never have to find out.”

Getting Poppy to bed had been a feat in itself. It always was. She was a tiny, determined ball of energy, fueled by excitement and the sugar cookies she’d insisted on helping “decorate” earlier…Alex had only managed to coax her into her little bed with promises of Santa coming in the morning — though he wasn’t entirely sure she even understood who Santa was or what he was supposed to do.

It didn’t matter. When he mentioned there would be more hair clips and playing with his hair tomorrow, she’d finally relented, settling down with a sleepy grin. He sat by her bedside for a while, stroking her curls until her breathing evened out and her little hand loosened its grip on his thumb.

God, he was lucky. So lucky.

Really lucky, he corrected himself when he stepped into the bedroom and saw you waiting for him.

You were lounging on the bed, propped up on one elbow, wearing…well, not much at all. A slinky piece of red lace that barely covered anything, with a sheen to it that caught the dim glow of the fairy lights strung along the headboard. His mouth went dry instantly.

He could feel his pulse quicken, blood rushing downward, hot and immediate. It embarrassed him sometimes, how little it took — how just the sight of you like this, your bare legs stretched out, your hair falling loose around your shoulders, could make him so…hard.

But then again, at least he could still get it up, right?

“Merry Christmas, baby.” you said, as though you weren’t fully aware of what you were doing to him. You smiled, your teeth catching your bottom lip in a way that made his brain short-circuit.

He swallowed hard, trying to keep his cool, but failing. Miserably. “Merry Christmas.” he managed.

You stretched slightly, shifting so the hem of your lingerie rode higher on your thighs, and his breath hitched audibly.

“I didn’t know what to get you.” you said, “so I thought…”

Alex didn’t let you finish. He crossed the room in three long strides, practically lunging onto the bed and over you, his hands already on your waist as he pinned you beneath him in a tangle of limbs and heat.

“You thought right.” he murmured as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “So, so right.”

His mouth found yours, desperate and insistent, and the kiss was a mess of teeth and tongues and heat. He could feel your smile against his lips, the soft sound of your laughter muffled as he pressed you deeper into the mattress.

“Fuck me…” he breathed, his hands already roaming over your body, fingers curling into the lace at your hips.

“That’s the plan.” you teased, your voice a low purr as your nails dragged down his back, making him shiver.

His head dropped to your neck, his lips finding the pulse point there, and he bit down just enough to make you gasp, his hands tightening on your hips.

“God.” he muttered against your skin, his voice ragged. “You’re- baby, you’re perfect.”

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you arched into him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He let out a breathless laugh, his teeth grazing your collarbone as his hands slid up your thighs, taking their time, memorising the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips. You squirmed beneath him, impatient as ever, and he grinned against your skin.

“Patience.” he murmured, though he was quickly losing his own.

“You’re one to talk.” you shot back, your voice breathless as you tugged at his shirt, your fingers curling into the fabric, desperate to feel him — all of him.

Something shifted in his eyes, dark and molten, and for a moment, he simply stared at you. His lips parted as though he had something to say, but whatever it was dissolved before it could leave him. He reached down and gripped the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

His chest was bare now, the lean muscle of his torso taut and glistening faintly under the soft glow of the fairy lights. His collarbones cast delicate shadows across his skin, and the faint trail of dark hair that started at his navel and disappeared below his waistband made your stomach twist in anticipation. His breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and you could see the tension coiled in his body — the way his shoulders flexed, the way his hands twitched like he was holding himself back.

And then he was on you.

His hands were everywhere, all at once, moving with a sort of urgency that made your breath catch. He didn’t just touch you — he claimed you, his palms skimming over your hips, your waist, the curve of your ribs, before sliding up to cup your face. He kissed you like he needed it, like the air he breathed wasn’t enough, his lips trailing over your cheeks, your jaw, your throat.

“Christ-” his voice came out muffled against your collarbone. “You’re-” words faltered as his lips found your shoulder next, his hands working to rid you of the thin scrap of lace that had been driving him mad since the moment he stepped into the room.

When he finally pulled it free, he paused for a moment, his gaze raking over you, reverent and unhurried. You swore you could feel the heat of it, the way his eyes traced every inch of your bare skin.

“You’re so beautiful.” he whispered, the words raw and honest, as though they’d escaped him without permission. His voice cracked slightly, and you could see the faint flush spreading across his cheeks, a mixture of awe and need.

You smiled, soft and teasing, but before you could reply, he kissed you again, harder this time, his hands pressing into your skin like he was afraid you might slip away. His lips moved lower, leaving a trail of heat down your chest, over the curve of your breast, his teeth scraping just enough to make you gasp.

He kissed you everywhere — everywhere. Your shoulders, your stomach, the inside of your thighs, until you were trembling beneath him, your fingers buried in his hair, tugging at the dark strands. His touch was possessive, his mouth lingering in places that made your breath hitch, his stubble scraping against your skin in a way that sent sparks of sensation racing through you.

“God, you’re so perfect.”

He was back up, pressing kisses to your cheeks. And then you felt him shift against you, the hard length of him nudging insistently against your thigh, a low groan rumbling in his chest.

“Alex-” you breathed, tugging his head back up so you could look at him. His pupils were blown wide, his cheeks flushed, and his chest heaved as he hovered over you.

“Can I fuck you now?” he asked, tinged with a desperate edge that made your stomach tighten.

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you, breathless and a little giddy. “Can you?”

His face turned red all over immediately, a crooked, embarrassed smile pulling at his lips. “Shut up.” he muttered, though the way his eyes softened told you he didn’t really mean it.

But just as he leaned back down to kiss you, his lips brushing against yours, you saw it. A small figure in the doorway, clutching something soft and worn. You blinked, your stomach flipping — not the good flip this time.

“Oh, fuck- Poppy!” you whispered, your voice sharp enough to make Alex pause mid-kiss.

“Poppy?” he repeated, his brow furrowing in confusion. He followed your wide-eyed gaze over his shoulder until — “Poppy. Oh. Oh shit.”

There she was, your little girl, her tiny legs and arms hugging Mr. Bear as she stood quietly in the doorway. Her sleepy eyes blinked up at the two of you, oblivious to the sheer chaos she’d just unleashed.

Alex moved instinctively, his broad shoulders blocking your, well, compromising position from view. “Uh, Alex.” you hissed, trying to stay calm despite the fact that you were very much — not dressed — beneath him. “You said you’d put her to bed.”

“I did!” he whisper-shouted back, glancing at you over his shoulder.

“Well, clearly not well enough. Do something!” you whispered, gesturing frantically toward her.

“What?!” he whispered back, incredulous.

“Now, Alex!”

With some very careful rearranging of the sheets — and an awkward shuffle on Alex’s part to ensure his, uh, situation wasn’t obvious — he climbed off the bed. His movements were stiff, his steps slightly stilted as he crossed the room to kneel in front of your daughter.

“What’s wrong, Pop?” he asked softly, his voice a perfect blend of calm and concern despite the…circumstances.

She looked at him with big, curious eyes, clutching Mr. Bear a little tighter. “Where’s Santa?”

Alex blinked, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to formulate an answer. “Oh…well, uh, Poppy, if…if you don’t go back to bed, Santa won’t come.”

“He’s not the only one!” you muttered from the bed, earning a quick glare from Alex over his shoulder.

“Santa won’t come?” Poppy asked, her little face scrunching in confusion.

“Not if you’re awake.” Alex said, nodding earnestly. “Santa only comes when little girls are fast asleep in their beds. So, you’ve gotta help him out, okay? Go back to bed, and I promise he’ll come.”

Poppy seemed to think about it for a moment, her little brow furrowing. Then, with a small nod, she turned and padded back toward her room, Mr. Bear swinging from her arms.

Alex waited until she was out of sight before letting out a long, slow breath. He turned back to you, his face a mix of relief and lingering embarrassment.

“Well…” he said, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “That’s a mood killer.”

You snorted, unable to help the laugh that escaped you even as your body still hummed with unmet need. “I don’t know.” you teased, raising an eyebrow. “You did a pretty good job handling that. Very dad of you.”

Alex climbed back into bed with a groan, pulling the sheets up around the both of you as if to erase the interruption. He flopped onto his back for a moment, one arm slung over his eyes, his chest still rising and falling unevenly from the tension of moments ago.

“Yeah, well, I’m gonna need a minute to recover from that.”

“Oh, take your time.” you said, smirking as you leaned in to kiss his jaw. “Santa can wait.”

“Sure he can, but…” he said, dragging his hand down his face. “Kind of hard to, uh, stay in the zone when your kid asks about Santa mid-”

“Mid this?” you finished, arching a brow as your hand trailed down his chest, brushing over his stomach.

“Exactly.”

You didn’t miss the way his cock was still hard, twitching faintly against his thigh as if it hadn’t gotten the memo about the interruption.

“Doesn’t seem like it’s bothering everything.” you teased, your fingers dipping lower, brushing against the base of him.

“Jesus-” he muttered, his hips jerking slightly as he looked at you, his cheeks flushing pink. “You’re relentless, you know that?”

You smiled, wicked and unapologetic, as you wrapped your hand around him, marveling at the weight of him in your palm. He was thick and heavy, the velvety skin burning hot against your fingers and even though you couldn’t see it yet you knew his tip was flushed, glistening with evidence of just how much he still wanted you.

“Don’t tell me you’re giving up already.” your voice got low as you stroked him slowly, watching his face shift from mock indignation to something much darker, much hungrier.

“Giving up?” he repeated, his voice rough as his hand shot out, gripping your wrist to still your movements. “You’re kidding, right?”

Before you could reply, he was on you again, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was hot and insistent, a sharp contrast to the tender, teasing pace from before. His hands slid down to his waistband, shoving his pants and boxers down in one hurried, almost clumsy motion.

You pulled back just enough to watch as his cock sprang free, flushed and hard, the sight of it enough to make your thighs clench involuntarily.

“See?” you said, smirking as you reached out to touch him again. “You’re fine.”

“Just shut up.” he muttered, though the crooked smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

His palms were hot on your hips, gripping you firmly as he pushed you back onto the mattress. He hovered over you, his body warm and solid against yours, his cock pressing insistently against your thigh.

“Where were we?” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as he rocked his hips, the slick head of him dragging against your skin.

“Right about…here.” you replied breathlessly, your hands sliding over his shoulders, down his back, desperate to pull him closer.

“Yeah?” he said, his voice dropping lower as he guided himself to your entrance, the thick head of him pressing against you, teasing you. “Think you can focus?”

“Think you can?”

He shifted, angling his hips to let the tip of him slide in, just barely. A tease of pressure that left you aching for more. He moved deliberately, dragging himself along your slick folds, his breathing ragged as he worked to build the tension.

“Fuck.” he groaned, his voice thick and uneven as he watched himself move against you. “You’re so wet. Always so fucking wet for me.”

“Alex.” you whimpered, your hips lifting to meet his, desperate for him to give you more.

He gritted his teeth, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place as he teased you further, letting the tip of his cock nudge against your clit before sliding back down.

“God, I want to be inside you.”

“Then do it.” you said, your voice shaking as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

His response was a low groan, his head dropping to your shoulder as he slid deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside of you. His hands slid up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks as he kissed you again, slower this time.

“You-” he muttered against your lips, his hips pulling back before thrusting forward again, the movement unhurried but devastatingly deep. “You feel so fucking good. Always so good for me.”

He slid his arms around you then, pulling you close, his hands splayed across your back as he shifted you into his lap. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, your chest pressed against his as he settled you over him.

“Come here.” he murmured, his voice soft now, coaxing, as he guided you down slowly, the stretch of him making your breath hitch.

His eyes met yours, and there was something raw in his gaze, something vulnerable and unguarded that made your heart ache. You cupped his face, your thumbs brushing over the sharp angles of his cheekbones, and kissed him, slow and deep, your lips moving against his in perfect sync. He groaned into your mouth, his hands tightening on your waist as you began to move.

His head fell back against the headboard, his eyes fluttering shut as his hands roamed your back, pulling you impossibly closer. “You feel-” His voice cracked, and he shook his head slightly, as though words weren’t enough. “Like heaven.”

Your hands tangled in his hair, your lips brushing against his jaw as you whispered, “So do you.”

And for a while, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing and the quiet creak of the bed beneath you. It wasn’t hurried or frantic — it was slow, intentional, the kind of intimacy that left no room for pretense.

Whenever he slid into you, it was like the air had been stolen from your lungs. You’d gasp softly, your body stretching to take him in, the familiar fullness making your back arch. The way he filled you, the way you took him in — it was the same as it had always been, the same old love, but it never failed to unravel you completely. The way he moved felt like second nature now. The way he’d fill you completely, only to pull out just enough to make you crave him again. He knew you like the back of his hand, like he’d memorised every nerve, every response.

His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he moved inside you. You clenched around him. His tip hit you there, up and deep, that spot deep inside you, the one that made your toes curl and a soft, involuntary moan spill from your lips.

Panicked, you bit into his shoulder to stifle the sound, your teeth sinking into the firm muscle there. You couldn’t risk it, couldn’t let yourself get too loud. He hissed quietly at the sensation, his fingers tightening on your waist, but he didn’t say a word.

He didn’t have the same problem. Alex had always been quieter than you during moments like this. He never made much noise. It wasn’t that he wasn’t affected — you could feel how his breath hitched, how his grip on your hips tightened when you tightened around him — but he rarely let those sounds escape him. It was just who he was, the same shyness that sometimes bled into other parts of your life together. Even now, it lingered, making him quiet, careful, while you were left fighting to keep your own sounds contained. Even now, as his lips brushed over your jaw, his breathing ragged, he kept his composure in a way that made you curse him under your breath. You hated him for it, just a little — how he could stay do controlled while you had to bite your lip, dig your nails into his back, anything to keep from waking her up.

You definitely couldn’t wake her up.

He knew it, too. You could see it in the faint smirk tugging at his lips as he kissed along your jaw, his breath hot and uneven against your skin.

“Al…” you whispered, a warning, though it came out more like a plea.

He grinned against your skin, the kind of grin that made you want to both kiss him and smack him at the same time. “Shh…” he murmured as his hips rolled deeper, more deliberately, like he was testing you. And your nails raked down his back, leaving faint red lines in their wake. His smirk grew, and he kissed you then, his lips soft but insistent, swallowing the soft gasps and moans you couldn’t keep down as he thrust deeper and harder.

And then, as if out of nowhere, he whispered, “We should get married.”

Your head snapped back, your breath hitching as you stared at him. A “What?” tumbled out, half-gasped.

“It’s the perfect time.” he said, his lips brushing over yours as he spoke, like the words had been building inside him, waiting to spill out.

“Perfect time for what?” you managed, though the words were broken, fragmented by the way he was moving inside you now — harder, deeper, his hands guiding your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Before…” He trailed off, capturing your mouth in another kiss, and you swore you could feel the words vibrating against your lips.

“Before what?”

“Before you’ll have a big belly again.” His hips snapped into yours, and you felt the words before they fully registered. “Because I’m gonna fuck another baby into you.”

Your eyes widened, your body tensing in shock as you gasped, “What?!”

“We should have another baby.” he said, his voice a little desperate now, as though the idea had overtaken him completely and he just couldn’t stop it from pouring out. “I- I want to have another baby with you.”

“You’re insane.” you managed, though your voice was trembling, your hands gripping his shoulders as he held you close, his movements growing more erratic.

“I’m serious.” he murmured, his lips trailing down your throat, his hands sliding up to cradle your face. “I love you. I love her. I want…more of this. More of us.”

“Alex.” you whispered, your voice breaking, and he kissed you again, silencing whatever argument you might have had.

“Say yes.”

“To what?” you gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair as he thrust into you.

“To everything…To me. To this. To us.”

You kissed him then, your lips soft and searching, though the answer to his question could be found there, in the quiet desperation of your touch.

You were already his. And he was yours.

And as he held you close, his arms wrapping around you like a shield, you realised you didn’t need to say anything at all.

Except you did.

“Fuck it into me.” you whispered, the words spilling out like a secret you hadn’t meant to reveal that held more tenderness in it then the way it came out.

He froze for half a second, his eyes flickering to yours, his lips parted slightly in disbelief. “Yeah?” he rasped, his voice rough and thick, his breath fanning against your cheek.

“Yeah.” you breathed, your lips brushing his jaw as you repeated yourself.

His composure shattered in an instant. His grip on you tightened immediately, his fingers digging into your waist as he pushed you back down onto the mattress. The shift was sudden, almost jarring, but you didn’t care. You wanted this — wanted him — with a kind of intensity that left no room for hesitation.

“You want me to put another baby in you?” Dangerous. He sounded dangerous and he needed to hear you say it again.

“Yes.” you said, the word trembling on your lips as you reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“Fuck.” he groaned.

His movements were different now — less careful, less restrained. There was a new purpose in the way he moved, a new fire that burned between you. Dirty words spilled from his lips, low and ragged, each one landing hot against your ear. “You’re so tight. So fucking perfect. Made for me.”

You whimpered in response, your nails raking down his back as he drove into you.

“God, you feel so good. Always so good for me, yeah?”

“Always.”

His hands roamed your body, gripping your thighs, your waist, your breasts, like he couldn’t get enough of you. Like he needed to touch every part of you, claim every inch of you as his own.

“You’re gonna look so good,” he whispered. “You’ll look so fucking beautiful, you know that? All round and full. Carrying my baby again.”

“Alex,” you whimpered again, your hands gripping his shoulders.

“You will.” he continued, his voice softening slightly, though the hunger in his tone remained. “You’ll be glowing. Just like last time. Fuck, I remember it so clearly.”

He slid a hand down your body, his palm coming to rest on your stomach, flat and soft beneath his touch. His movements slowed for a moment, his thumb brushing over your skin like he was trying to picture it, imagine what it would look like, what it would feel like.

“I’ll feel it.” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Every time I touch you, I’ll feel it growing inside you. My baby. Our baby.”

“Yeah?” you whispered, your voice trembling as his words wrapped around you, making you dizzy with the weight of them.

“I’ll talk to it, just like before.” he said, his eyes locked on yours. “Every night. I’ll put my hand right here…and I’ll tell it how much I love it. How much I love you.”

Your breath hitched, your hands trembling as they clung to him, your heart pounding in your chest.

“And you’ll be so beautiful, baby.” he continued, his voice breaking slightly. “All round and soft. You won’t be able to see your feet, and you’ll complain about it, but fuck, I’ll love it. I’ll love every second of it. You want that?” he asked, his voice low and rough, his lips brushing against your jaw. “You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes.”

“Say it again.” he demanded, his voice thick with need, his movements growing more erratic.

“Yes.” you cried, your hands clawing at his skin as his hips snapped into yours. “I want it. I want you. I want-”

Words dissolved into a moans as he shifted slightly, angling himself deeper, his movements pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“I love you.” he murmured, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. “You’ll be mine.” he murmured, his lips trailing down your throat, the heat of his breath making your skin prickle. “You already are, but fuck me, I’ll make sure everyone knows it. You’ll be carrying my baby, and no one will ever doubt it.”

You could feel him, the fat tip of his cock dragging against that sensitive spot deep inside you, pulsing and swollen as he pushed deeper, deeper, until there was nothing left of him that wasn’t inside of you. You swore you could feel every ridge, every vein, the way he throbbed inside of you as though his body was desperate to mark you in every way possible. You whimpered into his mouth, your body tightening around him. The pressure was building, coiling tighter and tighter until it was unbearable. You could feel him swell inside of you, his cock thickening as your walls fluttered around him, desperate and needy. His hands slid up your body, one of them coming to rest on your stomach again, his palm pressing against your skin like he was imagining what it would feel like to have you full with his child.

“I can’t stop thinking about it.” he admitted, his voice low and breathless. “You. Pregnant again. Carrying my baby- Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours. “I can feel it- you’re close, aren’t you? So fucking close.”

“Yes-” you gasped, your voice trembling as your hips bucked against his. “Alex, I-”

“Come for me.” he urged. His hand slid down to grip your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he thrust harder, his movements precise and unrelenting. “I want to feel you. Come on, baby, let go for me.”

And when you did, it was like the world shattered around you. Your body tensed, every muscle locking up as the release crashed over you, wave after wave of white-hot pleasure that left you trembling beneath him.

“Fuck, that’s it.” he groaned, his voice breaking as he felt you clench around him, your walls milking him for everything he had. “That’s so fucking good. You’re so fucking good for me.”

He followed soon after, the sharp rhythm gaving way to something deeper, slower, his hips slamming into yours one final time as he buried himself as deep as he could go. You felt him pulse inside of you, thick and hot, as he came.

“Take it.” he breathed, his voice trembling as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Take all of it. Fuck, you’re gonna look so perfect.” His teeth grazed your skin, sharp and insistent, and then he bit down, not hard enough to hurt but enough to leave a mark, a physical reminder of this moment. You gasped, your nails raking across his skin as if to claim him in return.

“You feel that?” he asked, his voice softer now but no less intense. He pressed his palm against your stomach. “I can feel it- feel you taking me.” You gasped, your body still shuddering from the aftershocks as he continued to move, slowly. “You’re so mine.”

And as he kissed you again, soft and unhurried, you couldn’t help but believe him.

Your limbs felt disconnected, your body humming with a soft ache, the kind that only came from being completely unravelled. The world beyond this room felt impossibly distant, blurred at the edges, as if it had been reduced to the faint glow of the fairy lights above and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.

Neither of you spoke at first, the silence broken only by the faint rustle of the sheets and the soft, labored sounds of your breathing. For a while, there was nothing but that. It was that strange, floaty kind of quiet where time didn’t seem to exist.

His hands wandered idly over your skin, tracing lazy patterns along your waist, your hip, as though he couldn’t quite let go of you yet.

“Wow…” he muttered after a while, his voice soft and hoarse. His lips brushed against your collarbone, a gentle apology for the bite he’d left there. “You okay?”

“Mhm.” you managed, still catching your breath. “I’m more than okay. You?”

He lifted his head to look at you, his hair a wild mess, his cheeks flushed. “Yeah.” he said, grinning. “Though, uh…I think you scratched me.”

“Good.” you teased, your fingers tracing the faint red lines on his back. “You deserved it.”

His lips curved into a small, lopsided smile, the kind that always managed to undo you. He leaned in, kissing you softly, his hand slipping down to your stomach again, his palm pressing flat against your skin as if he could feel something there already.

And then, after a long moment of quiet, he broke the silence with a laugh — low and almost disbelieving. Eventually, he lifted his head, his hair sticking up in every direction. He looked at you, his cheeks still red, his lips still smiling.

“I definitely just got you pregnant.” he said, his voice tinged with something between amusement and awe. And then he laughed again.

You laughed too, breathless and a little giddy, the sound mingling with his as you looked at him, your hand covering his on your stomach.

“Oh, you think so?” you teased, though the way he was looking at you made it impossible to deny the idea.

“I know so. Absolutely.” he said, his voice firm but warm, his thumb brushing over your skin in slow, deliberate circles. “And you know what?”

“What?” you asked, looking up at him.

“I can’t fucking wait.”

You stared at him, your chest tight with something you couldn’t quite name. “Alex.” you breathed, your body arching beneath him as his words sent shivers down your spine.

“I’ll take care of you.” he promised. “Every single day. Whatever you need. Whatever you want. Even-” He kissed you again, grinning against your lips. “-if it’s 3am and you want pickles and ice cream.”

“Pickles and ice cream?” you repeated, laughing softly.

“You never know.” he said, his grin widening. “You might get new cravings.”

Later, much later, as the two of you lay tangled together beneath the sheets, Alex pressed another kiss to your temple. He stayed there for a moment, his arms wrapped around you as though he never wanted to let go.

“I meant it.” he whispered, his voice soft now, almost hesitant.

“Meant what?” you asked, your fingers brushing through his hair.

“Everything.” he said, his eyes meeting yours. “The marriage. The baby. All of it.”

“Okay.” You smiled sleepily, curling into his chest. “Merry Christmas, Alex.”

“Merry Christmas.”

And as the two of you lay there, tangled together, he thought again about how lucky he was. How, somehow, he’d ended up here, with you. How this had become his life.

He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this, but he knew one thing for certain.

He wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Okay, maybe two things, because he also wasn’t letting go of it. Ever.

a/n: Is it weird to post something Christmas-themed in February? If so, forgive me. I did start it in December but I kinda wanted to end it for a bit there so I wasn’t really in the mood to finish something so happy but it’s finished now, roughly. It was mostly finished anyway but I didn’t really like it that much and then I forgot about it but he looked kinda dad-like in the pics from today (may lolll) so I thought I might as well…It’s not really proof-read I just skimmed the unfinished bits so sorry if there are mistakes. Okay gn.

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miley1442111 · 1 year ago

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new house, new title- b.floyd

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a/n: intended for fem reader, but as always imagine what you like:)))))))))

summary: how you and bob settle into your new home

pairing: bob floyd x reader

warnings: none

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Bob was nervous. He loved you and he saw himself growing old with you and having children, and eventually grandchildren. A family is all he’d ever wanted in life. He’d grown up in a huge family that shaped who he was, of course he wanted that for his kids. When he was a kid and an adult asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, he told them he wanted to be a dad.

Now, standing outside of your newly-purchased farmhouse sitting on a hefty 15 acres of land, a barn and stables just a 3 minute walk from the house, and a small cove leading to the lake partly on your land, just a 10 minute walk away, yet he was nervous.

Why? you may ask. Well, Bob hadn’t proposed yet. Which is what he was planning on doing right now.

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You looked so pretty, messy hair and moving clothes on from the exhausting day, yet you were still smiling at him the same way you do every time, with pure adoration and love.

You two were sitting outside on a picnic blanket as the sunsets, the golden sun keeping you warm as the summer breeze gently blew past you.

“I can’t believe it’s ours,” You smiled. “It’s so beautiful.”

Bob’s eyes stayed trained on your figure, going over his speech one more time, the ring in his pocket feeling heavier and heavier.

“You’re so beautiful,” he smiled and you chuckled. One thing you’d learnt about Bob Floyd is that Bob had moves he’d just never used while flirting. Trust me, he used it now.

“So are you,” you smiled, Bob would never get used to your compliments, his ears and cheeks turning red as a shy smile spread across his face.

“Baby-” Bob was starting, but you yelped, spotting a small kitten in the distance. Immediately jumping up and running over to grab it. Bob didn’t know what was happening at all, so he jumped up and followed, running after you. “Baby!”

“Rob, look!” You squealed in delight, the small black kitten in your arms, nuzzling into you as she shivered. You were the only person in the world who called him ‘Rob’, ‘Robby’, or ‘Bobby’. He loved it. He smiled at the scene in front of him. You were a vision in the sunset, the small kitten looking so comfortable in your protective arms. Bob could hear more meowing from behind and found the rest of the litter, and the mother cat asleep.

“Baby-” He started, knowing that look your eyes.

“We’re keeping all of them,” you said decisively. Bob stared at you with an amused smile. “What? They live on our land anyway, why not let them into the house and feed them?”

“There’s 10 of them!” He laughed.

“You can name like 5 of them,” you shrugged. “Maybe 4.”

Bob laughed again, pulling your waist into his. This was the perfect moment, he’d never felt more love in his life. He pressed a kiss to your lips as his hand reached into his pocket to find… nothing. He pulled away abruptly, panic setting in.

“Rob, what’s wrong?” You asked as you recognised the anxiety in his eyes. “Rob?”

“I dropped it,” he admitted, horror filling his features. “I dropped the ring.”

Now it was your turn to panic. What ring? Was he finally proposing? “Holy shit,” you gasped out. “You’re proposing.”

“Yes I am, and I dropped the ring somewhere back there,” he hid his face in his hands. He’d ruined it. He was the worst boyfriend/ maybe fiancee/ maybe ex-boyfriend?

“Yes. I’ll marry you,” you smiled, tears falling from your wide eyes. Bob looked up immediately, shock filling his features.

“You will?” He smiled, his hands circling your waist. You nodded furiously, the kitten still in your arms as you held it tighter, careful not to hurt it. “I love you so much, and it’s been a long time coming- I know that,” he smiled when you giggled. Even if he dropped the ring he might as well continue with his spiel. “And I’m sorry it took me so long. To be honest I’ve had the ring in my bedside locker for a year now,” that earned him a (deserved) slap on the arm. He chuckled, raising his hands in defeat. “And I’ve wanted to marry you everyday for the past 6 years. You are the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me, I swear to god, when you walked in on me changing in your mom’s house-” You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I never thought I’d find the love of my life. But I did. And I’m so glad I did. You are everything to me, I love you a lot more than I can ever try to put into words. Thank you for just being here. I love you, and sorry that I dropped the ring- it was real pretty, at least I thought it was.”

“I don’t give a shit about a stupid ring Rob,” you chuckled. “You’re going to be my husband,” you smiled, kissing him heavily.

“It’s not stupid,” he defended it, an uncertain insecurity running through his voice. “I-I made it,” he admitted sheepishly. “But if you want something else I don’t mind-”

“I’m finding that ring,” you said definitively. You loved it when Bob made you stuff, he was the epitome of ‘to be loved to to be known’. That man made you things at least once a week to make your life easier, even in the early stages of your relationship. “And I only want that ring Bob,” You smiled and kissed him again, then handed him the kitten in your arms as you walked off, beginning to look while the sun was still up.

Bob looked down at the kitten in his arms, protectiveness filling him almost immediately. He wanted to name this one Patch because of the patch of white on his stomach. His baby fever had been bad in recent months, but seeing you hold the kitten in your arms, so contempt and protective, he was sure he was ready to have children that second.

Fuck waiting until after the wedding.

“I found it!” You shouted, holding up the small box Bob had dropped earlier.

“Bring it over here!” He shouted back. “Don’t open it yet!”

“Why not?” You asked, running over.

“Cause I have to get down on one knee,” he smiled, his southern charm pulling out all of the stops. He lowered himself onto one knee, the ring box in one hand with the kitten in the other. “So Y/n, will you do me the honours of marrying me?” He smiled up at you, and when you wrapped your arms around his neck, practically screaming ‘yes’ he knew he was exactly where he needed to be. He also knew you two were definitely keeping all of those cats. He also knew he loved you, a lot.

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theglassofmiddleearth · 4 days ago

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Evenfall

Imagine you wake up in Twilight as a random side character. (Part 6)

Nullification!reader Human reader! Fem reader! SideCharacter Bella! Isekai au! Edward Cullen X reader. Eventually Jacob Black x reader. (2 endings.) (All characters will be written less creepy and one dimensional than the ones in the books.)

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That night, Edward’s golden eyes and the green meadow made an appearance in her sleep. The warm dream of the meadow in the day was cut short by her alarm, blaring at 6:30AM. Y/N had wanted to wake up early to surprise Bella and Charlie with pancakes.

Rubbing her eyes after slamming her hand onto the reset button of her alarm, she stumbled blindly into her bathroom to begin her morning routine.

The first one up surprisingly was Bella. Y/N had been flipping a pancake over as she stepped into the kitchen.

‘Morning! Do you take syrup or butter on your pancakes?’ Y/N smiled welcomingly.

‘Hi, uh, syrup is okay.’ Bella smiled shyly. Her skin was pale, her eyes were wide and brown, just like Charlie’s.

Huh. She wasn’t anything like Kristin Stewart. This girl was… Exceptionally ordinary. Not that of course there was anything wrong with that. But in a way, her ordinary features came together to make an easy on the eyes face.

Y/N could see the appeal. Bella somehow reminded her of an animal that she would want to protect. Like a lamb.

‘I’m Y/N by the way! I’ll be here for the rest of highschool.’ She grinned, setting down a stack of warm perfectly circular pancakes onto a porcelain plate.

‘I’m Bella, I’m Charlie’s uh, daughter. I don’t know how long I’ll be here.’ Bella trailed off, cutting into her breakfast.

‘Wow, these are.. Really good!’ Bella’s brown eyes darted up to Y/N’s pleased face.

‘I’m glad you like them! Let me know if you want more!` She turned back to the stove, turning down the heat and pouring more of the beige, vanilla smelling mixture into the pan. Y/N was glad that Bella liked her food. She was even more happy that Bella was being rather friendly to her. Maybe the story line really could play out normally!

‘I knew taking you in would be a good idea. Pancakes for breakfast, who woulda’ thought?’ Charlie rubbed his eyes as he walked into the kitchen, his uniform already on. His hair was slightly unkempt but it only added to an appeal that Y/N squashed down.

‘Morning! I’ve got a stack over here with your name on ‘em.’ Y/N handed him a plate and gestured for him to sit down.

‘You’d you sleep Bells?’ Charlie asked tentatively, poking at his pancakes.

‘Pretty good actually! Dad I actually have something to talk to you about.’ She looked guilty. Oh dear.

‘What is it?’ Charlie cut into his pancake with a fork, shovelling a piece into his mouth.

‘Well, I was thinking about going back to Floria. Mum could travel with Phil and I’m old enough to live on my own. I’m seventeen years old dad I can handle it.�� Bella said without empathy.

‘Bella, why don’t you give it a week? You can see if you like the town and the school.’ Y/N interrupted, seeing Charlie's distressed look. It seemed as if Bella was more adamant to go home than she was in the book.

‘If you make breakfast for the entire week I might consider it.’ Bella joked, standing up with her plate. ‘But I'm quite certain I want to stay in Florida. I’ll stay the week though, don’t worry. She placed her plate in the sink.

Y/N gave Charlie a subtle wink, to which Charlie gave a quick grateful smile.

‘You want a ride to school?’ Bella gave Y/N a cheerful grin, sitting back down at the table.

‘Oh, that’d be really nice actuall-’ Y/N was cut off by the ringing of the door bell. ‘Huh, are we expecting anyone?’ Y/N blinked, digging into her breakfast. The pancakes were warm and fluffy with just a bit of crisp at the edges. Charlie stood, pushing his chair back. He absentmindedly rested one hand on his utility belt.

‘Edward?’ Charlie’s gruff voice came from the front door. He sounded surprised, irritation seeping through his tone.

‘Morning Chief Swan. I just wanted to drive Y/N to school if that was okay.’ The sweet voice of Edward filtered through the house.

‘Who is that.’ Bella’s eyes narrowed. She sounded… annoyed?

‘Oh, that's my friend Edward! He uh-’

‘Morning Y/N/N. You ready to go?’ Edward’s brilliant smile greeted Y/N from the doorway. ‘Cute apron.’ He chuckled, grabbing Y/N’s backpack from the kitchen floor.

‘I was gonna give her a lift today.’ Bella stood up, her tone was ice cold, freezing the room’s tension.

‘Who might you be?’ Edward gave a fake smile, his jaw clenched in disgust. Y/N stood quickly, placing her arm on Bella’s shoulder.

‘I’ll ride with you! Edward I can ride home with you, is that okay?’ She walked forward, tentatively grasping Edward’s arm and squeezing reassuringly. The leather jacket he wore did well to cover his bitterly cold skin. This seemed to calm him down. Edward shifted his golden eyes down through his eyelashes, fixing Y/N with a soft look.

‘I want to show Bella around, it's her first day of school. Besides, we have pretty much all our classes together Ed. Just for today, hm?’ Y/N didn’t want things to escalate. Seeing as for some reason it looked like Edward was ready to tear off Bella’s head and Bella was ready to shoot Edward’s off.

‘I’ll see you soon okay?’ Edward relented, placing this time, a kiss to the crown of her head before she could react. His eyes were glinting with a smug amount of pride to which Bella was rolling her eyes at.

Huh, it seemed like they hated each other? That was strange.

‘Friend huh?’ Bella snickered, nudging Y/N’s shoulder teasingly, picking up her bag and walking toward the front door.

‘Yep! He uh, he's a little overprotective?’ Y/N winced, not knowing how to specify their particularly complicated relationship. ‘He’s the first friend I’ve made since coming here I guess.’

‘Well, you’ve got me too now! Hopefully we’ll have at least one class together!’ Bella opened the front door for Y/N, gesturing for her to walk out.

Edward was still waiting there, sitting inside his car with it running.

‘Is he going to follow us to school?’ Bella frowned, looking irked.

‘Uh.. probably I mean we all go to the same school!’ Y/N rubbed her neck sheepishly.

Bella opened the passenger side door for Y/N. ‘Hm, I don’t like that guy. He feels toxic.’ Y/N was stunned. She swore she could hear a noise of indignance come from Edward’s car. In fact, she could see the way Edward had rolled his eyes, his lips curled into a snarl.

The drive to school was filled with Y/N and Bella’s constant flow of easy conversation. When they got to the school, Bella had been able to get her documents and papers swiftly and Y/N had walked her to her homeroom.

As Y/N walked back to her own homeroom she was met at the doorway by a disturbingly calm Edward.

‘Hey, did you wait long?’ Y/N walked through the door, heading to the back of the room.

‘It felt long.’ Edward murmured, sounding content. ‘Thank goodness her stink didn’t rub off on you.’

‘You said you hated white chocolate? That was kind of random.’ Y/N laughed, sitting down dropping her bag onto the floor.

‘It’s overly sweet, it was only really made to use up the remaining stock of milk powder and cocoa butter in the nineteen thirties and there isn't even any actual solid cocoa in it.’ Edward shuddered, sitting down next to Y/N.

The classes came and went. They were studying Wuthering Heights in English Lit just like the original plot. They breezed through their morning classes before lunch came.

‘Y/N!’ Bella’s voice called out from behind Y/N and Edward.

‘For goodness sake.’ Edward grumbled.

‘Edward.’ Y/N shoved him. ‘Hey Bella! How were your classes!’

‘They were good! I made a friend. Her name is Angela Weber! She invited me to come sit with her and her friends during lunch!’ Bella caught up to Y/N grinning broadly.

‘Thats amazing! Did you also meet the guys?’ Y/N gave her a knowing grin.

‘Nope, they all ignored me thank goodness. Do you think they can tell I like girls?’ Bella gave Edward a sly look.

‘Hm, I’m not sure but honestly most of the boys here aren’t really worth noting.’ Y/N smiled, stepping toward the cafeteria. She could feel Edward, closely pressed to her side. His face was contorted into scowl that was somehow still beautiful.

‘Did you wanna come sit with us Y/N?’ Bella smiled, nudging Y/N slightly with her hip.

‘I think-’

‘Y/N!’ Rosalie appeared before her looking excited, Emmet next to the blonde haired girl. ‘Who's this?’ Rosalie’s stunning smile dropped as she noticed the brown-haired girl in the mix. It seemed as if they wouldn't get along in this plot line either.

‘Oh this is Bella! She’s Charlie’s daughter!’ Y/N smiled, placing an arm behind Bella’s back.

‘Yeah, we live together.’ Bella smirked, resting her head on Y/N’s shoulder.

‘Huh is that so.’ Rosalie set her perfect lips into a thin, unwelcoming smile. ‘Well, Y/N/N’s promised to sit with us so-!’ Without finishing her sentence she whisked Y/N away, leaving Bella, Edward and Emmett behind.

‘I’ll see you Bella!’ Y/N called from over her shoulder, feeling sorry for her but Rosalie had superhuman strength (literally) and she could not leave.

‘Don’t take it personally, she doesn’t like to share.’ Emmett said, shrugging before turning to follow the two girls whereas Edward had already left without a glance.

‘Man she smells kind of funky.’ Emmett wrinkled his nose, giving Y/N a small smile. ‘Nothing like our Y/N/N huh?’ The three sat down, Y/N sandwiched between Edward and Rosalie.

‘Don’t be mean to her. She’s nice. Please?’ Y/N pleaded, sighing as she slid down the back of her chair. ‘She’ll be here the whole week but I’m not sure if she’s staying.’ Y/N got up to head towards the lunch line when she was interrupted by Alice.

‘Hey! Me and Jasper decided to grab you a tray! We’ve never been in the line so it was kind of exciting!’ Alice set down the tray of food on the table and ushered Y/N back into her seat. Y/N flashed a grateful smile to Alice and Jasper before sitting down.

‘Thank you so much. I was dreading standing in line to be quite frank.’ Y/N popped a piece of fruit in her mouth.

‘No problems Y/N’ Jasper said in his signature southern drawl. It looked like Jasper was a true gentleman through and through

‘Honestly I hope she doesn’t stay for the entire week.’ Edward grumbled, resting his head on his fist. ‘She stinks up your house and I have to be extra quiet.’

‘Extra quiet doing what?’ Emmett joked, earning a smack from Rosalie.

‘Yeah, why did he rush home to change his clothes?’ Jasper chimed in, sharing a cheeky smile with Alice.

‘Oh, we were just hanging out! There isn’t really much space in my room so I let him sit on my bed.’ Y/N wrinkled her nose at the watery mush of rice that was next to her vegetables.

‘You don’t have to finish that, we can go get some food after school.’ Edward whispered, his breath grazing her neck suddenly.

‘With what money.’ Y/N laughed, rubbing at her ear.

‘I’m rich, handsome and young, remember?’ Edward snickered, leaning back in his chair. ‘We’ll get something to eat.’

‘We?’ Rosalie smiled excitedly.

‘We, as in me and Y/N.’ Edward huffed, shooting Rosalie a dirty look.

‘Rose can come! Everyone can come, right? They're your siblings Ed.’ Y/N rambled eagerly. ‘Oh, is it okay if I call you Rose?’ Y/N turned back to Rosalie who was nodding animatedly.

‘Yes! Yes. That's so cute!’ Rose enveloped Y/N in an unexpected hug. Just like Edward, she was cold to the touch, but the gesture was warm enough.

‘She knows that we’ve all called her Rose for decades right?�� Edward rolled his eyes.

‘Yeah. Guess you have to be a cute girl for it to have any effect.’ Emmett chuckled, gazing lovingly at his mate.

‘Can we Edward?’ Y/N took a page out of Edwards book and gave him a wide eyed, hopeful smile.

‘How about this, the dance is soon I believe. We’ll go shopping together, all of us. But tonight, it’ll just be you and me, hm?’ Edward ignored the loud protests of Alice and Rosalie whilst tucking a strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear.

‘Well, I-’

‘We can get pasta.’

"Guys, can I go?’ Y/N turned quickly, looking at the two girls with an innocently imploring look. Alice sighed and nodded, turning to Rosalie

‘Yeah, they'll end up hanging out without us anyways.’ Alice grumbled, sliding down in her chair and crossing her arms, face pulled into a pout. Edward grinned, seeing the way the night would play out in Alice’s vision.

‘Y/N/N really likes pasta huh?’ Emmett chuckled, patting Rosalie’s shoulder in consolation.

‘Er, just a little.’ Y/N could feel her face get warm. ‘Right, speaking of pasta. Can you guys still eat? Is that a thing?’

Y/N just realised she had forgotten how that process worked.

‘We can eat, we just can’t digest it.’ Jasper answered, taking a bite from the pizza that was on her tray.

‘So, what does it do, just sit in your stomach?’ Y/N raised an eyebrow, looking at her now bitten pizza, puzzled.

‘Well it means it’ll have to come back out. We don’t have to excrete so it’ll come back up the same way it came.’ He replied, leaning back and putting an arm around Alice’s shoulders.

‘Okay, thank you for letting me know that you’ll vomit up my pizza at some point…’ Y/N mumbled, eying the slice tentatively. Thankfully Edward took notice and silently slid Y/N’s tray away from her and grabbed her backpack with his other hand. Y/N said her goodbyes as Edward led her gently by the small of her back towards her next class.

Of course, the rest of the day went by with little to no mishaps other than Y/N tripping over a ball during P.E. In her defence, it was the same colour as the ground. Other than that and Edward fussing over her for the rest of the day, she was glad to say the school day was over.

As she and Edward walked into the parking lot, Edward’s grip tightened a fraction.

‘Y/N! Did you wanna-’ Bella started, running up behind the duo.

‘She and I will be heading to Port Angeles for dinner. She’ll see you when you get home.’ Edward bit, continuing to usher Y/N towards his Volvo. Bella was left fuming, her face pulled into a frown.

‘I’m sorry Bella! I’ll see you at home?’ Y/N called apologetically, waving as Edward all but dragged her to the car.

‘Edward, what was that?’ Y/N pouted, spinning around in his hold.

‘What?’ He gave her a smirk. ‘Didn't you wanna get pasta for dinner?’ Edward tilted his head still giving her a mischievous smile.

‘Hmm?’ Y/N raised a single eyebrow unamused, her arms crossed.

Edward sighed, ‘I don’t like sharing.’ He looked at least somewhat remorseful. ‘I’m sorry.’

Y/N rolled her eyes affectionately, ‘You scared I’ll like Bella or something?’ She joked, nudging him with her elbow.

‘I’ve waited almost a hundred years to find you. I’m not sure how much more waiting I can take.’ He whispered out with his eyes closed, lifting Y/N’s hand to his lips. ‘You have no idea the restraint I’m showing right now.’ His eyes flitted open, gaze flickering from Y/N’s lips to her eyes.

‘A hundred?’ Y/N mused.

‘Well technically I am a hundred and four chronologically.’ Edward laughed, manoeuvring Y/N by the waist to open the passenger side door.

‘If you didn’t stay mentally seventeen I would be rather concerned.’ Y/N teased, sliding into her seat.

‘Yeah well-’ Edward stopped, standing still. ‘Are you calling me immature.’ He raised an eyebrow, leaning forward with a wicked grin.

‘Maybe.’ Y/N poked Edwards cheek, feeling the smooth skin refuse to dent. ‘Man you’re actually made of diamonds aren't you?’

‘If that's what you like then sure.’ Edward gave a lingering kiss to Y/N’s fingers before stepping back and closing the car door.

‘You should call Charlie and let him know you’ll be home a little late. It takes around an hour to get to Port Angeles.’ Edward started the engine.

‘Um, actually how would you feel if we were to have the pasta that your family made last night?’ Y/N fiddled nervously with a loose thread.

‘I don’t mind. The rest of the family are out tonight. The sun is out tomorrow so they’ll be heading out to hunt for the next day and a half.’ Edward rested his right hand on the steering wheel, putting his left hand in the centre console.

‘Huh, I thought they wanted to go get food with me.’

‘They would have cancelled for you. Alice was ready to buy out a whole dress store to persuade you into hanging out more.’ Edward pulled out of the parking lot, heading toward a familiar road through the dense forestry.

‘She doesn’t need to do that. I like both of them enough to hang out with them in general!’

‘I’m pretty sure she’s just worried I won’t be able to convince you to join the family on my own.’ Edward smiled wryly.

‘You’re not doing too bad on your own Edward.’ She gave him a bashful grin before swiftly casting her eyes back onto the road. Edward’s boyish charm was slowly drawing her in. It was hard not to reciprocate his affections.

If Edward’s undead heart could skip a beat, it would have.

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