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THIGH HIGHS - LN4
summary : In which Lando likes thigh high socks and his best friends sister far too much.
listen up : my first time writing full smut… oral, swearing, p in v, teasing, age gap!! fewtrell!youngersister!!
words : 1610
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Lando knew to stay in Max’s room. He was told explicitly to stay put. But Lando has never been good at following directions.
The loud bang in the kitchen was what broke him. He walked down the hall, praying it was Max’s cat or maybe P came home early!
It was not.
Lando mentally swore at the sight. She stood on her toes, trying to reach a mug that was too high. One hand was braced on the counter as her foot popped up. Lando looked at the counter, ceramic pieces shattered on it which explained the loud noise.
He should turn away. He would have, if not for her little squeal as she finally got her fingers on a mug and hopped off the counter, looking directly at him.
It wasn’t her slow blink or the sight of her in a thin oversized shirt… though both those things had Lando close to losing it, It was her socks.
Thigh high, too tight, stark white… socks.
“Oh! I didn’t know you were here.” She smiles softly, turning around and bopping back to the kitchen island to finish her drink making.
She’s lying. Him Max Fewtrell were her teachers growing up, Lando sees right through her.
He clears his throat, “Uh yeah… I could say the same for you.”
She shoots him a small smile before looking back at her mug, the kitchen now filled with the familiar smell of hot chocolate. “Want a cup?” She asks, dipping the spoon in her mouth and slowly pulling it out.
He mindlessly sits across from her as she moves around the kitchen to make more, her hair bouncing behind her.
His eyes were glued to her as she slid around in those bloody socks. They were the same socks she wore all throughout highschool with her prissy little skirt and uniform top.
The same socks that she would flaunt as she draped her legs over the couch while Lando and Max were playing video games.
Lando knew she was in college now but that didn’t make the sight, or his thoughts, any better.
The completion of her outfit, a thin shirt that dipped right above the socks and made it clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra, did not help.
She slides a mug to him, smiling in that sweet and innocent way she always has. “Tell me if you like it. It’s a new recipe.” She sips her hot chocolate at the same time as Lando, her lipgloss being left as a kiss on the ceramic.
Lando nods, “It’s really fucking good.”
This makes her grin grow, biting her bottom lip to restrain herself, “Good. So, what are you doing here?”
Lando quirks a brow, “Max and I are filming later.”
She nods slowly, “Right…”
“Well what are you doing here?” He raises a brow, bringing the mug to his lips again.
“I’m on spring break.”
“And you’re spending it with your brother?”
“I just got back from cabo…” She says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Her tan did hint at it though. “I go back tomorrow though.”
“Ah, uni… how’s that going for ya?” He leans back in his chair as she backs up against the countertop.
“Great. Minus the guys.” She sighs purposefully, looking around the room. “How’s the whole F1 thing?”
He smiles at her tone, nodding, “Good.”
“You know! It’s funny… Max gets to go all the time, yet I'm never invited.” She pouts, crossing her legs.
“You never ask.” He makes a point to look at her in the eyes when saying it.
“I’m asking now.” Something about her voice screams DONT CROSS! DANGER! GO BACK! But Lando just sits up straighter.
“Fine then, come to australia.”
She finishes her drink, hopping up on the counter so her head is hitting the cabinets now. Lando sucks in a breath as she looks at him, “Only if I get to stay in your room.”
Christ he might just fall off this bloody chair.
“Stop that.” Lando shakes his head, leaning back in his chair and gripping his mug a little too tight.
“Stop what?” She smirks, completely mischievous and faking innocence.
“Being a little shit.”
She scoffs, jokingly. Putting a hand on her chest and frowning, “You wound me, Lan.”
“You not getting enough attention at school? Guys don’t fall at your feet everywhere you go?” It’s bad but the most he can do to stop his words is a mental slap on his face.
“They do… You’re just more fun to play with.”
“I’m too old for you.”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t think it’s hot. Five years isn’t even that bad- Would it make you feel better if I said I’ve gotten with a fourt-”
“No!” He stops her, standing up and washing out his cup to busy himself, “It’s not just the age thing.”
“So you’d get with me if I wasn’t your best friend's sister?” He turns to look at her, her legs squeezed together and practically begging to be touched.
“I didn’t say that.”
Her shirt is riding up her thighs more and it makes Lando’s stomach drop. He licks his lips as she looks at him, “Lan.” she practically whines, “I need someone experienced.”
He shakes his head, his eyes still on her body as she rubs her thighs together, “I haven’t orgasmed in forever… at least, not from a guy.” He lets out a little sigh, walking closer.
“You can touch me.” She looks up at him, her eyes full of lust as the tightness in his pants grows.
“I shouldn’t.” He braces himself on either side of her.
“Then I'll touch myself.” It’s almost a whisper, but definitely a promise. She slips her hand under her shirt, making it pool around her thighs and teasing her cotton underwear.
Lando thinks he might be dreaming as she slips her hand into her panties, her breathing picking up as she leans her head back.
“Lan…” she whimpers, “Feels so good…” she locks eyes with him, his mouth slightly open as he watches her.
He watches her fingers move under the fabric, dipping farther as her moans grow louder. His hands slide from the marble to her thighs, just the outsides in an attempt to control himself.
He’s rock solid now, his hands gripping her legs and feeling the smooth fabric under his fingers. Her nipples are hard and poking through her shirt. Her eyes meet his again as he breathes harder, her hand slowly pulls away, dripping.
She’s holding it in front of his face, inching closer just for him to take her fingers in his mouth. She’s smirking wickedly as he sucks. “Good boy.” she whispers.
Her fingers leave his mouth with a ‘pop’ and just as he goes in to kiss her, she shakes her head and slips her hand into his hair, pushing down.
He watches her eyes as he dips down, pulling down her panties and replacing them with his tongue. She moans, loudly, at the contact.
Every doubt either of them had is gone now, replaced with pleasure and pure need.
She grips his hair as his hands hold her in place, his mouth sucking and linking as one of his hands moves up her shirt, grabbing her tit and making her moan louder.
Lando was in heaven, fucking her with his tongue and listening to her moan under his touch. That is, until she pulled him back up.
“Fewtrell.” He growled, neither of them done.
She pulled him closer, kissing him finally. She bites his lip a bit as he grinds into her, his hard length begging for attention. “Someone’s needy.” She teases as he kisses her harder, his tongue exploring her mouth while he fingers the top of her socks.
“Please.” He’s pretty sure it’s the first time he’s begged a girl for something.
“Please what?” Her breath is hot against his, “Use your words.”
“Let me fuck you.”
This satisfies her, a cheeky smile meeting him as his hands slowly pull off her shirt.
Her nipples are hard when he takes one into his mouth, her head falling back as he runs his tongue over it.
She reaches down and skillfully unzips his pants, moving her hand over his hard clothed dick. He’s throbbing, so sensitive to the touch he’s been waiting for.
“This for me?” She whispers as his head falls on her shoulder, her hand moving back and forth. He nods, unable to speak as she palms him.
He pulls off his pants and boxers, not even caring to get them off his legs before he lines up to her. “I don’t want you to regret this.” He whispers, out of breath and fully blinded by lust, but not stupid.
She looks straight into his eyes, “Fuck me, Lando.”
So he does, pushing into her and almost losing it straight away. He goes slow at first, watching her mouth shake and her head fall back. She grabs onto his shoulder, moaning loudly in the kitchen that’s neither of theirs.
“You’re so fucking hot.” She moans as he thrusts into her, biting her shoulder and kissing her neck, “Yes!”
He whimpers as she tightens around him, wanting to give her the one thing idiot college guys can’t.
She cums in a rush of heated breaths and her nails dragging over Lando’s skin. He cums seconds later on those snow white thigh highs.
He falls against her in a slump, her heart beating fast against him. She’s smiling still, running her hands through Lando’s curls and saying, “I’m definitely coming to australia.”
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𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞
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summary: On September 1st, 1971 you were sorted into Slytherin, putting you on the map as the first Potter to do so, and the first time James Potter turned his back on someone he claimed he loved dearly. You’re slowly drifting away, turning the Potter twins into a sad tale, but after one deadly incident close to Christmas break, James decides to put an end to the distance he unknowingly created.
How can you say that you love someone you can’t tell is dying?
cw: suicidal ideation, but hinted. scars and blood mention, nosebleed. angst, very heavy on the angst. potter!reader, fem!reader. platonic marauders and rosier twins. background jily.
a/n: sorry if this too much… just had this idea for a while and i needed an outlet. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. enjoy! xx
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You sighed, the bandage around your shoulder suffocating you to the point of tears. As much as you tried, you wanted to keep your compartment warm and toasty with the blanket over your seat and legs, but your efforts were in vain at the mere lack of human heat. The fogged window seemed an acceptable distraction as you dragged your finger around, drawing meaningless doodles as the train passed by beautiful landscapes you barely registered.
Something shifted on your other side, and you turned to find people walking past your compartment, pointing and whispering about you and your sad state. None of them dared to open the door, making the lump in your throat grow with each breath you took. You looked down at the cassette player in your lap, hands too shaky to change the cassette into something more cheerful.
In time, you looked up to find a pair of brown eyes staring at you with both curiosity and pity, you frowned, desperately wishing your brother’s friends would stop pestering you. Their mere presence was a bitter reminder of your brother's abandonment, the pain you suffered seeing them fill your place, share laughter together like you both did many years ago. You looked away, luckily for you, Remus got the signal and made to move past the compartment; but to Remus’ ill luck, James followed his gaze and opened the door.
“Mum said Dad won’t be able to come, but will be waiting for us at the Manor.” He murmured, his eyes pointedly trying to not stare too hard at the bandages peeking through your jumper. You nodded. “She will meet us at the station.”
“Okay,” You said, not moving to take your headphones off, nor to look at him to meet his gaze. You feared you would cry if you looked at him, a reminder of the despair in his eyes when they brought you into the infirmary. “I knew that, you know we still write to each other, right?”
James nodded quickly, swallowing hard at your voice devoid of emotion. “Yeah, just… Just wanted to make sure,” He paused, quickly stepping in to fully enter and close the door behind him. You finally turned your head to him with surprise. “You alright?”
You scoffed, finally taking your headphones off your ears, “What do you think, James?” This time, he has no qualms about studying you completely, eyes skimming over your poor posture as a result of the accident. You couldn’t help rolling your eyes, your blood boiled as you spat. “Yes, I’m fine. Will that be all, or…?”
James closed his mouth and schooled his face, something desperately needing to be said. You bit your lip, your insides filling with regret but having no intention of backing away from the incoming disagreement. Something in you stirred with hope, hope that he would finally give you your place and sit with you. However, the bespectacled boy simply nodded and left the compartment.
You let out a breath, disbelief and disappointment in your heart as you placed the headphones back in your head. A tear slowly rolled down your cheek and you quickly cleaned it, your shaky hand almost poking your eye as you desperately tried to swallow the possible panic attack you felt looming over you. The countless letters addressed to you from your mother heavy on your satchel, most of them asking you to fix your relationship with James, the other begging you to take care of yourself, you weren’t sure which ones hurt the most.
The moment the word Sectumsempra left Snape’s mouth, a curse filled with magic so dark not even the boy could understand it, you almost felt bad for the relief you felt in your chest at the pain that took over your body. That morning still felt like a far away memory, a dream that shook you up so much you still recalled after you woke up; McGonagall’s surprised gasp and the students that were unfortunate enough to witness the moment your fellow housemate almost made you cut into pieces. You were brought up in a rush to the infirmary where your brother and his friends recovered from a rather violent full moon, James had almost passed out at the pure rage he felt when he was informed of the situation. You weren’t proud to admit that your brother being angry on your behalf was a nice memory to die with, a redemption that came almost too late.
You weren’t even prouder to admit to the sinking feeling in your chest when you woke up to find nothing had changed, the only remains that someone still cared about you in the form of Madam Pomfrey’s gentle touches. James hadn’t stayed back to check on you, and you couldn’t blame him. To that day, you couldn’t fully stare at your reflection in the mirror without your eyes filling with tears, had it not been for Pandora, promoted to friend as of lately, you wouldn’t have been able to even put the healing potions in your scars.
Just in time, three knocks came at the door, you turned, ready to yell at your brother or his friends to fuck off, but Pandora’s gentle smile made you pause. She pointed at the seat across from you, cold and empty, and you nodded dumbly. She stepped in, arms filled with sweets from the trolley and smiled at you as she made herself comfortable in the seat.
“Hi, how are you feeling?”
Why is everyone asking me that?, you thought bitterly. Immediately feeling regretful when Pandora presented you with a Chocolate Frog.
“I’m okay,” you murmured, shyly taking the sweet from her hand. She had a different color in each of her nails, you noted. “Thank you.”
Her platinum white locks fell to her shoulder as she sat back, her own Chocolate Frog in her hand. She smiled at you and picked her book, and you wanted to cry tears of happiness. Comfortable silences were Pandora’s main form of love language, you quickly learned, and you were eternally grateful for the company. You weren’t sure if you had it in you to put up with your self hatred for another moment, let alone the rest of the train ride.
You looked up from your cassette case, eyes lingering a beat too long on the compartment door.
“He’s two compartments over,” She said breezily, noticing the hesitance in your movements. “I passed them on my way here, he seems gutted.”
“Oh, please,” You made a scoffing sound, your shaky hand struggling to take a new cassette off its box. “He just feels bad for me, but he’s going to do absolutely nothing about it.” You poked your cheek with your tongue, satisfied when you finally got the cassette out.
“Have you thought that maybe,” Pandora started to say, fully closing her book now that she had your undivided attention, “maybe… he thinks it’s too late? You have been a bit too cold to him…”
“It’s the least he deserves,” You spat, then cleared your throat. If Pandora felt offended at your anger, she didn’t show, she never did. You looked back to the window, feeling the train had noticeably slowed down. “I just… I’m so tired of waiting for him, I don’t… I don’t know how to feel, I so badly wanted him to get close but now that he’s trying I don’t…” To your utter horror, you felt tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “I’m so confused.”
Pandora’s lips curled in an empathetic smile, she reached and held your shaky hand, gently sweeping her thumb across your knuckles, you took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself as students began to empty the train.
“I’m sorry,” You dared to meet her heterochromic eyes.
She shook her head, chuckling quietly. “No need to be sorry, keeping those feelings bottled up must be so tiring, I’m sure.” You laughed weakly, and used your free hand to discretely clean your cheeks. “You might’ve accepted your loneliness a long time ago, but that doesn’t mean it has to be permanent, sweet girl. Evan would agree, though he’s more shy to actually say it. You got more people in your corner than you realize, only if you let them…” She turned to the door, and you followed her gaze where you found James and Sirius walking past with a troubling look in their eyes. Pandora stood up, “You need help with your trunk?”
You opened your mouth, but were interrupted by the door opening. “Ready to go?” Sirius asked, and you frowned.
“I can carry it, thank you.” You smiled at Pandora, pointedly ignoring his question. She nodded, and reached to give you a quick hug, gentle and careful to not hurt you. “I’ll see you next term.”
“Write me?” She smiled, passing you a small box and you nodded, eyes in a daze as you tried to read the note. She walked to the door, and smiled at both boys. “Happy christmas.”
You watched her go, shaky hand still holding the box. James frowned, and studied you for a few more seconds before Sirius, who wanted to leave the station immediately before his parents would show up to drag him and Regulus away, cleared his throat rather loudly.
“Are you ready to go?” He repeated, making a move to take your trunk but you swiftly picked it up. Your features a mix of anger and, if he had more time to look at you, he would also find pain. “Don’t be stubborn, I can take that.”
“I can take my own trunk, Sirius. But thank you.” You spat, then turned away from both boys. “I’ll meet you in the platform in a moment, let me just put everything away.” You pointed to your little cocoon, the blanket and cassette player tossed aside in your previous vacated seat. “Just remember to—”
“To not tell Mum anything,” Finished James for you, an edge to his voice. “We know.”
You nodded, fear settling in your chest at the prospect of your brother picking up the argument you had nights before. Him begging you to tell your parents about what happened with Snape, to prepare them for your almost deadly state, but you met him head on, not willing to back down until he dropped the matter. He had walked away mid argument, his friends staring at you both with something akin to sadness, watching the distance grow impossibly longer despite James’ recent efforts to fix it. You had cried that night in Pandora’s arms as she and her brother watched you with both sadness and regret, you, for your part, seemed blind to the fact that they had been the reason James had breached that subject with you.
The bespectacled boy nodded, and stepped out of the compartment with Sirius close behind. You took the cassette player and put the headphones back on, Billy Joel’s Piano Man a fitting soundtrack to the way you felt. You took your satchel and hurriedly put the messily folded blanket inside, made an assesment of the compartment to not leave anything behind and silently walked out of the compartment towards the platform.
You watched with a sinking feeling as your mother enthusiastically greeted James, grabbing him by his cheeks and showering him with kisses, Sirius and the rest of his friends in line to receive the same treatment. He says, Bill, I believe this is killing me, Billy Joel sang in your ears and you readily agreed, walking towards the bunch with a tiny smile and your insides filled with dread.
Euphemia Potter’s bright smile dimmed when she met your eyes, and noted the sadness that, evident to everyone but you, radiated off your body as you placed your headphones around your neck. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, your brother and his friends watching the exchange nervously, as she practically balanced herself over you in a tight hug.
“My lovely girl,” You were horrified to almost hear her voice breaking, the least you wanted was your mother to worry for you. “How I missed you, oh, look at you.”
“Hi, mum…” You muttered, bitting your lip as she accidentally squeezed precisely around your middle, where your most painful scar was located. “Missed you too, Dad too, of course.” You patted her back awkwardly and she pulled back.
“You’re so small, oh, my girl, please be honest with me,” She grabbed your cheeks the same way she did to James, and you successfully swallowed the lump in your throat. “Have you been eating properly? I knew that veganism nonsense simply wouldn’t do.”
Her eyes studied you much like James did earlier, and you bit your lip nervously. You knew what was coming, and you wanted to take off and disappear from her searching eyes.
“I’m actually quite hungry…” You said quietly, hoping it would be enough to distract her.
Your mother, however, couldn’t be deterred. “What happened here?”
Unconsciously, you met James’ eyes. “Quiddtich accident.” You replied quickly, the lie easily slipping past your lips. “Fell off my broom, doesn’t hurt, though. I’m okay.”
“Quidditch!” She exclaimed, chuckling as she turned to James who smiled in return to avoid giving you away. “Honestly, what is it with my children and Quidditch? Can’t wait to see your dad’s face— Speaking of! He must be driving himself mad waiting for us! Come, come! Dear, you need help with your trunk?”
“I’m okay—” You replied and she quickly turned to shepherd everyone out of the plaform.
“Here,” Remus walked to you, taking the handle from your shaky hand, hard to notice to the blind eye, but he knew better, he was familiar. You frowned, and he made his voice extra quiet as he spoke, “I know you can manage but you’re going to make them worse, and by the time we get to the manor everyone will notice. It’s no problem, really.”
You stared at him, then at James who pretended to listen as Sirius and your mother fussed over Regulus, who would join you for the first time for the holidays. He gave you a tight-lipped smile and you forced yourself to look back at Remus, he smiled kindly as you nodded mutely and trailed behind the group. A comfortable silence falling between you both.
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Potter manor seemed to stay stuck in time, with its beautiful pillars and big stained glass windows letting in colorful rays of sunshine when the english countryside allowed it. You looked through the window at your mother’s lovely garden she devoted herself to during springtime, surely to kill time when your dad was busy at work and her children away at school, her caring nature evident in the way all the flowers grew beautifully, despite the current cold weather. You sighed, and walked away ready to face your hideous fate, your secret stash of healing potions and your scars ready to be tended to.
You stopped short in front of your bed, Pandora’s present small in contrast to your belongings sprawled all over your bedding. It had her touch all over the decoration, even if the card claimed it was from both Rosier twins, the silver bow and colorful wrapping paper showing her peculiar taste. Your shaky hand hovered over the ribbon and gently tugged it to open the box, where you found a pretty aquamarine necklace along with a soft pair of green knitted mittens sitting neatly enveloped by tissue paper. You smiled and wasted no time to try and put the necklace around your neck, ignoring the fact that your shaky hands would make the task nearly impossible.
You were about to throw the necklace across the room in desperation when you heard a light knock on the door.
“Yes?” You managed to speak out, a sob begging to leave your lips. There was silence on the other side and you briefly wondered if you imagined the whole thing. “What?”
“Can I come in?” Sirius said quietly, and you frowned, but replied a quiet yes before turning your back to the door. “Hi,” He said as he stepped in, careful in his movements.
“Hi,” You echoed quietly, looking around the room to avoid meeting his eyes.
Sirius stared at the necklace in your hand and the discarded box in the other, “Need help with that?”
“I’m okay,” You followed his gaze and shook your head, knowing well it was a losing battle with the piece of jewelry. “I was just untangling it,” You said, barely believing it, and by his face, Sirius didn’t seem to believe you, either.
He stepped closer to you, his movements more confident. “Let me help you,” You opened your mouth to protest, but ended up handing him the necklace, knowing it was a losting battle arguing with him, too. “Stubborn thing you are, trying to put on this tiny necklace when your hands are shaking like a leaf.” He pointed as he stood behind you.
A silence followed, and you stared down at your hands, suddenly insecure in the way they trembled, another souvenir from your fellow housemate’s attack.
“I didn’t think anyone would notice.”
“They’re not very noticeable,” He allowed, gently tugging your shoulders to make you face him. “But sadly, love, I am very familiar with these kinds of things.” His grey eyes pointedly looked at the blood dots peeking through your bandages from your jumper. “I would change those before supper if I were you.”
You swallowed and nodded, “Thank you. Is this why you came here? Is the food ready?”
He opened his mouth, but seemed to think better of it, and nodded his head. “Yes, um… Mum told me she made you some of your vegan requests.”
“Oh,” You frowned, and he chuckled quietly at the surprise in your face. “I’ll be down in a moment… I have to…”
“I know,” He nodded, then made to walk out the door but paused on the threshold, turning to face you once again. “You know… James, he’s really trying, it’s just… He doesn’t know how to reach out.”
A beat.
“Was it hard for you? To reach out to Regulus? After everything?”
He seemed to be taken aback with your question, frowning and very clearly about to tell you to mind your sodding business, but then his eyes got a very sad look that you despised. You both dreaded and hoped for his answer.
“It was difficult, yes, but because of the way we were raised, not because there wasn’t love, it was just very tangled with other things, confusion, anger and resentment… But the love persevered. I think… I think that’s what made it bearable, that at the end of the day we loved each other despite everything.”
You nodded, visibly not satisfied with his answer. “I get that, but… you said it yourself, it was hard because of the way you were raised so… what is stopping James?”
Sirius seemed pretty close to tears himself, feeling for you and frustrated at the way James acted. Honestly not even himself could explain the way James handled everything since you both were sorted, admittedly he hadn’t known him long enough back then to be confused by the evident indifference towards you, but as he grew to know you both, that confusion grew in significance. It couldn’t have been the same James that offered him his home without thinking twice when he learned the hell that was Grimmauld Place, it was hard for Sirius to think that James held some resentment towards his sister for being sorted into Slytherin when he himself despised Sirius’ parents for disowning him for being a Gryffindor. You didn’t seem to be particularly fond of the pureblood supremacy ideologies your house held, either; keeping to yourself and to your friends, the Rosier twins and occasionally Regulus as of lately, and the gentle way you carried yourself through the hallways. He often wondered if the Sorting Hat had made a mistake.
“I… I don’t know, sweetheart,” He sighed. “I’m sorry if I overstepped, I don’t think this is a conversation for me to participate in.”
“It’s alright,” You nodded, once again swallowing the lump in your throat. “I’ll be down in a minute.” You said before marching towards your bathroom, pointedly closing the door behind you.
Sirius sighed, feeling very angry at himself for the way he managed to mess it all up in a matter of seconds. A hand squeezed his shoulder and he turned his face to meet both Remus and his brother’s sad eyes, he shrugged sadly and closed the door to your room quietly. A few seconds later, Lily walked out of her own room, immediately taking notice of the three boys sadly staring at your door and ushered them all to the dinning room, a sad look in her own eyes as she pointedly tried to ignore the knot in her stomach.
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You stared blankly at a spot next to your father‘s face as you pretended to listen to his very heated debate with James about where should the next Quidditch Cup be. The food long gone and conversations passed in a daze as you ate supper and managed to participate here and there and answer the questions directed to you. You unconsciously thumbed the precious gemstone resting in your chest, the repetitive action helped you make the shakiness in your hands less evident.
You sat in a wingback chair, making a cocoon of yourself as you watched your brother and his friends happily chatting away to different topics, you watched as he occasionally grabbed Lily’s hand and kissed it, or the way he reached over his girlfriend to shove Sirius’ shoulder, mischief glistening behind his glasses. You knew you were being a killjoy, your pain almost an imposition in their delightful conversation had they noticed, if they ever did, or let them notice, you bitterly thought.
“Oh, darling,” Suddenly you had a handkerchief shoved to your nose. You frowned, but let your mother’s hand cradle your face back. “You almost stained your jumper,” Horrified, you noticed that your nose was bleeding, a common occurrence since the incident.
“Sorry,” You mumbled, trying to look away from her eyes, slowly filling with worry. “Don’t know what happened there, strange.”
“Good thing your mum has good reflexes,” your dad pointed, chuckling and blissfully unaware of the sudden tension in the room. “Growing up with you lot gave her reflexes of steel, she would’ve been a killer Seeker.”
“Let that go, honey,” Your mum added distractly, looking into your eyes, searching for… what? You were not sure, but her scrutiny made you nervous. “Are you okay?”
You inhaled deeply, suddenly feeling very warm. “Yes, I can take it, mum–” You made to raise your hand to take the handkerchief from her, her eyes falling on your hands.
“Are you cold?”
“What? No. I’m fine.”
“But you’re shaking.” She argued, and you found yourself slowly losing your patience at her questioning. “Are you sure you’re—”
“Can everyone stop asking me that? I said I’m fine.” You spat, shocking everyone into silence, even yourself. “Sorry, I… I’m sorry. That was uncalled for, I…Yes, I’m alright.”
Somewhere from the floor came a scoff and you felt dread recoiling around your ribcage. You lowered the handkerchief from your face to see James dryly chuckling at you, his hazel eyes holding a fire that was only reserved for… Horrified, you realized he was about to tell your parents everything.
“James,” You whispered, pleading with your eyes to force him to take a step back. But your brother seemed done covering for you. “Please don’t.”
“James?” Your mother turned to him, who in return stood up from his spot on the floor, Lily reached out to pull him down again. “Is anyone going to fill me in as to what’s gotten into you both?”
He stared hard at you, then, “She was attacked.”
And just as the words slipped past his lips, chaos ensued with your parents, neither of them expecting those words to leave James’ lips. The air was sucked out of your lungs, and you reached to press the heel of your hand to your sternum, as if that would help your lungs accept the air you desperately seeked. You were not sure where you got the strength, but you marched towards him, betrayal in your eyes.
“You have no right,” You sneered, meeting his stormy gaze, he looked down at you, both your bodies pulsating with unresolved anger. “You promised!”
“I did not promise a damn thing to you. You’re my sister, and I cannot simply sit back and watch you fade away from us, can I?”
You scoffed. “It didn’t stop you before, hasn’t it?” He stepped back, as if your words alone had slapped him across his face. Your parents watched the scene with horror. “You’re my sister, you’re a liar. You made it very clear I am very much not your sister, James. In fact, I think you made it very clear to everyone that anyone can be accepted into your fucking marauders club except me.”
“Wait, so this is why you’re so miffed with me? Because I didn’t let you in the Marauders?” James had the nerve to laugh, and you stared at him in shock. “You have officially lost the plot, grow up, I beg you.”
“James!”
“No, James,” You met him head on, stom in your eyes as you tried to find your words. “Contrary to what your ego-driven mind might think, not everyone wants to be part of your glorified freak show.” You said, not at all regretting the venom in your voice. “You left me. You… you don’t even try, you think that just because you fought for me, breaking Snape’s nose, everything would be forgiven?”
“Look at what he did to you!” He pointed, squirming a finger inside the neckline of your jumper, pulling down to show everyone the bandage in your shoulder. You slapped his hand away with anger, but he grabbed your hand and raised it for everyone to see. “You can barely function with these shakes, look, you can barely put on a necklace!”
“James, stop,” Came Remus’ stern voice from somewhere in the room.
At this, your glossy eyes turned to Sirius, who, until that moment, had managed to sit back calmly and not let the whole ordeal get to him. He looked away as your betrayal was evident in your eyes.
“That wasn’t for you to tell, Sirius.” You said to him quietly, anger barely contained.
“Well, I, for one, am glad he told me. You could’ve gone the entire break hiding it from us had it not been for Sirius.”
“Like hiding it is such a hard task.” You snapped. “You barely notice my presence let alone a silly shake in my hands. I could’ve died that day and you wouldn’t have noticed at all, James.”
“You damn right could’ve bloody died! Go on, show them,” He stepped closer, and you barely registered his intention until it was too late.
With the help of his reflexes, you were a beat too late to stop him from lifting the hem of your jumper, exposing some of the fully healed scars in your stomach, the biggest one cutting through your navel in a nasty gash. Your mother gasped and her eyes filled with tears immediately, your father stared in shock, despair evident in his eyes. You pushed James away with all the strength you could muster, accidentally pushing your mother in the process, and pulled your jumper back down.
“You’re a complete, utter, dickhead, James.” You stared at him in shock, so did everyone in the room. “Fuck you, seriously, fuck you.”
“Darling,” Your mother stepped to you, but you were too mortified to even accept her hug. “How long… How did this…” She seemed desperately finding the right words to go, but a sob left her lips instead. You finally allowed the tears in your eyes to trail down your cheeks. “Why didn’t you say?”
“What would I even say?” You said desperately in between shallow breaths, your usually calm demeanor breaking. “That I was so depressed I riled him up so he could hurt me? That I didn’t even fight back? How was I supposed to explain that, mum? Tell me,” Before you could even process it, the feelings you had bottled up for months seemed to be done being held back in your chest. You chuckled humorlessly, “How would that conversation even go? That I’m so miserable, though I have no reason to be, that I walked towards the one person who would surely hurt me and enjoy it? This, exactly, is why I didn’t say. But here comes bloody James Potter who has to be everyone’s fucking hero! Are you happy now, James? Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to thank you in front of everyone that you saved my honor by hurting Snape? Well, there you go. Now leave me the fuck alone.”
Had you been less blinded by your anger, you probably would’ve waited for anyone to speak, or at last apologize for the amount of curse words you managed to say in a span of 20 seconds, but you simply exhaled deeply and stormed off towards your room, where you surely would spend the rest of your days crying away in embarrassment at the situation. Your tears fell hot and fast as you slammed the door behind you and sat on your bed, ignoring the stinging sensation in your shoulder by your harsh movements. Your hands shook impossibly harder to the point of actual pain in your joints, and pressed your face to your hands as you cried hard. Your sobs loud enough to drown the chaos from downstairs, your own doing, you thought angrily.
The door to your room opened, your brain too shaken up and confused, you opened your mouth to speak but a pained sob left your lips instead. Remus’ brows pinched with sadness as he walked to you, your disheveled hair, tear streaken cheeks and the dried trail of blood down your nose an exact mirror of your inner turmoil. He stepped closer and stretched his arms out, an open invitation in case you didn’t want to be touched, but you desperately needed something or someone to ground you before you could definitely reach a full blown breakdown. A breakdown days in the making.
“You’re okay,” He said as you stepped into his arms. He carefully caged you in, keeping you secure as you felt your chest shreding to pieces as you let out sob after sob. “No one is mad at you, we’re not, I promise you, not your mum, not your dad, no one. You’re okay.” He whispered, close to tears himself.
Soon, you felt a hand rubbing your back carefully, then, Lily’s gentle voice spoke, “Take deep breaths, honey,”
“I… I can’t,” You scraped out, voice raspy and worn out. “I…”
“Do it with me,” She instructed, and you pulled away from your hideaway to meet her gaze. Lily smiled sadly as she gently grabbed your hand and raised it to her own chest, where you felt her own heart beating, “Follow me, okay? You can.”
You inhaled and exhaled deeply, and she did it with you. As she busied you with breathing exercises, Remus walked to your bathroom to grab a cloth and damp it with warm water, when he walked back to your room, you seemed visibly calmer. He silently passed the cloth to Lily and sat beside you on the bed, she looked into your eyes and gently pressed it to your lips and under your nose, no-doubtedly cleaning the blood and snot off your face. None of you dared to speak, the only sound in the room the occasional hiccup leaving your lips, the fight leaving you tired and numb.
“I don’t know what crossed his mind to do that,” Began Lily, pointedly keeping her voice monotone to not spark another collapse from you. “That was very…”
“Barbaric?” Remus supplied, him not trying to keep his anger away from his tone. Lily frowned at him.
“Unlike him.” She said, then turned to you. “What he said, what he did… That was very cruel.”
“Yeah, well… I seem to always bring out the cruelest parts of him.” You finally spoke, and she hushed you to not strain your voice more.
“I think he’s very angry at himself, and he stupidly managed to show it in the worst way possible.” Remus pointed, the fight leaving his body as he gingerly placed a loose hair behind your ear. “It was very obvious to everyone that you were struggling but it passed right above him…”
“He didn’t need to make such a spectacle of himself though, and me. We could’ve talked it, if he had asked.”
Both Remus and Lily gave you a deadpan look.
“Okay, maybe not at first but why is it always me the one that has to reach out? I’m tired of embarrassing myself seeking for his attention.”
“You’re right,” The three of you looked up to find James standing at the threshold of your bedroom, a mix of feelings displayed in his face, regret being the most evident. “And I’m sorry.”
Lily looked at you, and you met her green eyes. She frowned, are you sure? Her eyes asked, and you nodded, grabbing the cloth from her hand. Both stood up and walked to leave, Lily ignoring the pleading look from her boyfriend as she closed the door behind her. The room fell eerily quiet as you stared at each other, assessing your stances.
“I’m sorry.”
“So you’ve said,” You mumbled, looking down at the cloth in your hands.
“I’m sorry,” He repeated, as he walked closer, you tensed immediately and something inside his chest cracked. “I shouldn’t have… I… It wasn’t my place.”
You closed your eyes, succumbing to the tears forming in your eyes and brought the cloth to clean your cheeks.
“I told you to not say anything, James. Why didn’t you listen? I… I don’t want mum or dad to get in between our mess.”
“Our mess,” He echoed, sitting next to you on the bed when you showed no signs of backing away again. “I did make a mess of everything, didn’t I?”
“It has always been, I was just the only one willing to see it as that.”
James frowned. “That’s not true.” He exhaled deeply, searching for your eyes. “I… I know I haven’t been the best brother to you but, but I wouldn’t say it reached a point where you feel like you can’t tell me anything.”
“James,” You chuckled dryly, not even trying to argue again but to get him to see where you were coming from. “You don’t even acknowledge me back at school, you practically pretend I don’t exist.”
“I’m sorry.”
“See, you keep saying that, but I don’t hear reasons why I should forgive you.”
“You shouldn’t forgive me, angel. In fact, what happened downstairs is the least punishment imaginable you could throw at me.” His chest filled with hope when you chuckled wetly. “I just… When I saw you in that cot, bleeding out and barely conscious, I felt like a part of me was being torn away… I had never felt so helpless in my life, knowing you would be taken away from me that easily and that I never tried to reach out? It’s been eating me alive, especially when you have been so calm about it, now I know why,”
You looked away, embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to say that, I don’t know why I said it.”
“See, I think you did mean it. And it’s okay,” James scooted closer, his hand reached to yours in question, you placed it over his. He squeezed it four times, and you smiled despite the sadness in your heart. The mighty Potter duo, your own way of consoling each other when you were children. “Just, let me try again? Be a brother?”
“You never stopped being my brother, James, not to me.”
“To me neither, I’m still your brother, even if I haven’t shown it how you deserve it. But,” He paused, searching for your eyes, “Promise me that you’ll stop drifting away, that you’ll be in a distance where I can reach you.”
You swallowed, but nodded. “I’m sorry, too. I didn’t… I didn’t mean to have it get this bad, I just, I just wanted you to notice me.” Something inside you broke, and so did your voice. Thankfully, you were close enough for James to reach over and hug you gently. “I didn’t realize you wanted to talk to me, or… or get closer. I’m sorry, I’ll stay close. I promise.” You whispered, and reached out to squeeze his hand, four times.
“I hope you can forgive me for what happened downstairs, too… I don’t… I just got so angry at myself, and… and you, but I shouldn’t have aired your pain like that.” He spoke after a long silence, voice barely contained as he fought back his own sob, not because he didn’t want to cry, but to get his feelings known. “It’s okay if it takes a while, too, I just want you to know that I’m sorry, and I regret it… I do.” I regret everything I did, it’s the bit he didn’t say, but you heard it clear in the pain in his voice.
You nodded, feeling satisfied with the heart to heart, “It might take a while, but thank you.” You dropped your head on his shoulder, and closed your eyes, finally letting your body relax against your brother.
Your brother, who was there, willingly, hugging you. It was a nice feeling to fall asleep to, you thought as you drifted off. James looked down as your head got heavier, and noticed in your parted lips that you had fallen asleep at some point of your shared silence. He smiled, and helped you get fully into the bed, carefully placing your belongings away.
He made to leave, but you pulled him back, your voice heavy with sleep, “Stay?”
And James, even in his drowsy state, couldn’t fight back the happiness he felt in his heart. He nodded, though you couldn’t see him, and laid next to you, your hands clasped together as you both drifted away holding onto each other, very much like you did once upon a time when you were little.
In your desk, messily thrown along with your things by James, was Pandora’s gift, and a note in neat handwriting that said:
Happy christmas sweet girl. Aquamarine, your birthstone, is said to possess healing properties known to cure even the most devastating of heartbreaks and tame the most powerful oceans into tranquility and peace. It also gives the bearer hope and clarity. Love, Evan and Pandora Rosier.
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Hear me out on this🤚🏼 vi and reader arguing over something stupid and reader says something sideways that’s like Loki kinda freaky and vis like oh yeah mf and then boom freaky time but a bit of rough talk so vi can get reader to admit she’s right???
hahahahahahah /gunshots/ this grew legs and ran off on its own omfg; hope u enjoy!!! also credit where credit is due i immediately thought of this textpost when i saw this ask so. 18+, mdni dom/slightly mean!vi, college roommate!vi cinematic universe
"fuck you."
"no fuck you -- y'know what -- why don't you just edge me into next tuesday -- that'd be less painful --"
"i --" vi blinks, staring at you as you run your hands through your hair, still mumbling to yourself, apparently entirely unaware of the change your words have just wrought in her.
a spate of desire twists knife-sharp in her gut as vi imagines pressing you in half, a hand wrapped around your throat the other teasing between your legs, the way your hips might jump if she curled her fingers just so.
she wonders how quick she could get you begging; she wonders, a second later, how quick it'd get her on the edge when here she is, careening towards it at the mere thought of taking you apart.
"ugh -- whatever, i have to get back to my research paper -- i don't have time to --"
vi's arm shoots out and she's got her fingers wreathed around your wrist before she can stop herself. your alarmed look catches like a spark in the dry-grass tickle of her stomach and suddenly there's heat pluming up the back of her neck like smoke as she backs you into the apartment wall, licking her lips as she watches confusion and the hazy sheen of unmistakable want flicker to light behind your eyes.
"v-vi?"
she almost shivers. she thinks it's a testament to how well she's always treated you that you don't sound frightened -- only curious, and a little surprised.
"we're not done here, princess -- and i don't really think i like it when you try to walk away from me like that," she whispers, leaning in close enough to feel the way your breath stutters in your chest.
"vi -- i don't -- this isn't --"
but her questioning smirk as she pulls back silences the stumbling words on your lips as your cheeks go dark and your eyes cut away from hers.
"aww, c'mon princess --" and this time, she leans into the word like it might be an insult, doesn't miss the way your lashes flutter or the way your breathing's shallowed out to small little hitches, or the fact that you're stock still against the wall, even though her grip is light and there's nothing to stop you from pulling away.
"where's that fire from a second ago? weren't you just calling me a bad roommate for always forgetting to run the dishwasher before i leave?"
you swallow, the bob in your throat making her heart skitter up her ribcage like climbing up monkey bars.
"that... okay fine -- that was mean -- but it's not like i was lying about the --" your voice pitches as you look back up at her, and for a second, the hard light in your eyes catches again, only to sputter out as you meet her gaze for the second time, a guttering candle to a winter's breeze. vi bites back a grin. this is too easy.
"mm, but it still hurt my feelings, princess..." vi coos, leaning in to brush her lips by your cheek, reveling in the way you tremble beneath her, "and really, i don't think i'm that bad of a roommate, right? i take care of you, don't i?"
the moment her lips catch the lobe of your ear, you let out a soft whimper that makes vi's vision tilt sideways. and before she knows it, she's sucking a dark hickey into the skin of your neck and your fingers are fisting in her hair, making her groan.
she sinks her teeth into your skin, pulling back to pin you bodily to the wall, pressing a leg up between yours just to hear you keen.
"admit it -- don't i take good care of you?"
you whine through pursed lips, your eyes glazed out as you frown up at her, nodding faintly. she grins, feeling the heady, full-body rush of knowing she's got you right where she's been wanting you for weeks, for months.
"c'mon, say it --" she teases her free hand down the length of your body to flip up the hem of the large t-shirt you're wearing (it's one of hers; the thought catches her off-guard like punch to the side, the knowledge of it wringing through her with a bell-toll of desire) to skim along the hem of your cotton panties.
"y-you're -- you're not a bad roommate -- vi --" you twitch as she dips her fingers into the waistband of your panties and slicks a finger between your folds, hissing out at how wet you already are.
vi's grin is sour-candy-cyanide as she pulls back, her gaze half-lidded as she watches you chewing on your bottom lip.
"god, princess -- did that turn you on?" she asks, though both of you know the question is useless and purely rhetorical. she swallows down a thick moan as she inches a finger between your messy cunt lips to tease at your entrance. your answering huff only makes her chuckle, and this time, she does groan out when she finally eases her finger into you, feeling your hot, wet walls flutter around her, making her own cunt twinge with want.
"mm... i think i'd still like a formal apology -- tell you what," she says, putting on a false, considerate air even as she teases her finger in and out of you, nice and slow, almost thoughtlessly as she cocks her head, "admit that you were wrong and... we'll call it even, yeah?"
immediately, she sees you stiffen, feels you clench down around her as your eyes snap up. you've always hated admitting you were wrong, and even when you have apologized in the past, you've always danced around the words. and vi had thought it was just a cute little quirk of yours, chalked it up to your massive brain -- it must be so hard for someone so smart, so used to be in unequivocally correct all the time to admit, out loud, that they'd been mistaken.
a rush of heat crests into her chest at the thought, and she quirks her finger inside you to brush against the tender spot she knows will get your eyes rolling.
and it does, but not before you give your head a tiny, obdurate shake.
vi sighs, licking her lips as she brushes her thumb against your clit and watches, with a thrumming satisfaction, as your mouth falls open around a silent moan.
"just three little words, princess -- and then... i promise, i'll make you feel so good..." she croons the words into your ear, shudders at the thought of making you cum, of how good you'd look shaking over her fingers. "unless," she hums, "you really would like me to edge you into next tuesday, which --" she makes a noncommittal sound, "saturday afternoon and i've got early morning practice tomorrow, but i'm sure something can be arranged."
you let out another debauched moan as she bullies a second finger into your wet heat, still fucking them into you at that mind-bogglingly slow pace. you try to arch your hips, but her other hand slams you back against the wall.
she tuts, leaning back ever so slightly.
"uh-uh, i don't think so."
you scowl and try to shove at her shoulder, but there's no strength in the motion and the hand on your hip flashes up a second later to grab both your wrists, pinning them above your head in a single fluid move.
it happens so quickly you barely have time to gasp before she's leaning forward again, her words hot as she murmurs into your ear --
"go on, princess, try to fight back -- give me a reason to get rough with you."
at once, you still, but the you give both your wrists an experimental tug, only for vi to tighten her hold. you can't quite stop the moan that works its way out of your throat, nor can you control the way your pussy slickens impossibly around her fingers as she laughs, the sound caught somewhere between amused and mocking.
"gonna admit that you were wrong, princess?" she asks, crooking an eyebrow.
you press your lips and whine, looking away. her fingers pump a few more times inside you, her thumb finding your clit with truly disarming ease.
"vi -- f-fuck --!" you yelp as she flicks her thumb and your whole body jolts, electric tendrils of pleasure ricocheting through you, harsh as a loose bullet.
"there y'go... c'mon -- be a good girl and say it --" vi can't quite stop the way her voice frays around the edges as she leans in to ghost her lips over yours, her vision tunneling as she starts to fuck you with her fingers proper, working them into you in tandem with the rhythm of your hips, watching as you expression falls slack.
"mm -- nnngh -- please, vi -- i --"
"ah... that's pretty good but... still not an apology," she muses, slowing her pace again, dragging both her fingers along your inner walls, pressing them up, watching as your eyes squeeze shut, your entire body jerking as she massages your clit from both ends.
"i -- i'm s-sorry, 'm sorry, i -- i was wrong -- fuck -- oh -- shit, that feels -- v-vi --!"
"thereee you go... that wasn't so hard, was it?" vi soothes, picking up the pace, grinning as you keen, your knees nearly giving out, but she's got you held up by your wrists, her thigh still slotted between yours, her fingers plowing into you till you're almost writhing against her.
she lets out a long groan, low and thick, a panting gasp working out of her as she fucks you through your orgasm, watching with soft-eyed wonder as you whimper, your whole body twitching with the aftershocks.
"hey, hey, princess -- you still with me?" she asks, letting go of your wrists in favor of cupping your cheek, swiping a tender thumb along your skin. you lean into her touch, your head lolling ever so slightly as your lashes flutter and you fight to focus your eyes.
"y-yeah -- think so..."
vi laughs, slowly tugging her fingers from you, unable to keep a grin from twisting at the corner of her mouth as you shudder at the loss.
"jesus, princess..." she says, holding up her hand -- there's wetness slicking down the back of her hand all the way to her wrist. you blink at it for a second before a tiny, embarrassed scowl digs itself between your brows.
"i -- you --"
vi laughs, shaking out her hand and reaching for an errant napkin on the dining table to wipe down her fingers.
"no, no -- i'm not makin' fun -- it's actually kinda hot."
you purse your lips, cheeks stained damson as she watches you readjust your panties, tugging on the hem of her large t-shirt.
"still think i'm a bad roommate?" vi asks, biting back a smile, her heart caught somewhere in the back of her throat.
you look up, eyes bright, your head already shaking.
"no! i -- that was --" your head drops back down even as your shoulders shrug up, "i... i was just annoyed but i -- i didn't mean it --"
a beat, in which vi finishes cleaning off her hand and strides over to throw the wad of napkin in the trash.
"i... i'm sorry," you say, your voice small.
vi looks up to find you watching her from beneath your lashes.
"'s okay, princess. apology accepted." she smiles, and this time there's no poison hidden in it's corners, only the steady sweetness you've come to know her for.
"i -- uhm --" you clear your throat, still worrying at the hem of the shirt. vi cocks her head.
"i can make it up to you... if you want --" you say, barely meeting her eyes.
vi pauses, her eyebrows kicking up. a second later, she's grinning again, rolling back her shoulders and leaning into one of her hips.
"yeah? and... how'dyou propose you do that?"
you bite down on your bottom lip and jerk your head towards the open door of your bedroom, even as vi's stomach gives an unruly lurch at the clear implication.
she fights to keep her expression flat as she looks you over.
"damn, princess -- you really weren't kidding about that tuesday-thing, huh?"
you crinkle your nose, sniffing slightly, even as vi brushes by you, breezing into your bedroom and plopping herself onto your bed with a satisfied sigh. you follow her in a moment later, climbing on after her and giving her shoulder a tiny shove so that she's backed up against the apartment wall and you've got room to straddle her lap.
"well... i have been thinking about it for... for a while," you admit, your voice soft as you thumb at the collar of her shirt.
vi groans, her palms settling around your waist, fingers digging into the plush of your ass.
"yeah? oh fuck -- ah --" she jerks as you trail your hands down her front, pausing to tease her nipples over the material of her shirt.
"mhm..."
"what else have you been imagining in that big, beautiful brain of yours, hm?" vi asks, breath hitching as you tug the shirt from her and lean down to ghost your mouth over her hardening nipples, tongue flickering out to tease at the cold metal piercings.
"lotsa stuff," you say, almost casual as you wiggle down to settle yourself comfortably between her legs, glancing up at her with what can only be called a chesire-grin --
"w-wanna tell me about it?" vi asks, reaching up a hand to run her fingers through your hair. you hum, laving a tongue against her nipple before sucking the entire thing into your mouth.
a groan punches out of her as she shudders, her head tipping back with a dull thunk against the apartment wall.
"i could... but it'd be so much faster if i just... showed you, no?"
#oh my shayla this is 2.2k words this was NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS LONG WTF#⛈ monsoon season#♨ steamy#arcane#vi x reader#arcane x reader#vi smut#arcane smut#vi x you#arcane x you#vi arcane#vi arcane smut#vi arcane x reader#lesbian#lesbian smut#wlw smut#wlw fanfic#violet x reader#violet x you#violet smut#idk anymore yall i truly just........#college roommate!vi#at this point i think i have one particular subset of headcanons where college roommate!vi and reader were fwb before they got together#like this is an au of my own au sldkfjasod
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Hi! I loved the "through their eyes" fanfic with lando, and i was wondering if youd do it with literally any other driver? Maybe oscar, max or charles? If not thats fine x
through their eyes .ೃ࿐
Summary: charles and y/n's relationship through other people's eyes.
lando's version
༉‧₊˚. cl x reader ‗ ❍
༉‧₊˚. fluff ‗ ❍
masterlist ☾☼
arthur
arthur loved his brother. he really did. his elder brother was his favourite person in the world sometimes.
key word: sometimes.
he hated his brother when he called in the middle of the night. he hated his brother a little more when his reason for calling was because he was afraid his new little puppy had accidentally eaten chocolates.
charles himself never ate chocolates. arthur knew that. so, he couldn’t understand where charles had the idea that leo ate chocolates.
nevertheless, he let his brother drag him to an emergency vet at 4 am. charles was craddling leo, talking to him in a baby voice. arthur tried to take the whole thing seriously, he really did, but sometimes his brother forgot that other people needed sleep.
"they're taking so long. what if something happens to leo in that time? this is an emergency." charles mumbled.
arthur sighed and said, "you're next in line. just be patient."
charles nodded and went back to running his fingers through leo's fur.
when they finally called charles' name, he immediately stood up and speed walked towards the door. arthur sighed, and followed behind, dragging his feet because he really just wanted to be in his bed right now.
"hi, i'm doctor y/l/n. what brings you here?" the doctor was pretty, arthur had to admit.
though, the funny part was the way his brother had lost the part of his brain that made sentences as he stared at the doctor with wide eyes.
as much as arthur loved to see his brother like this, he refused to let him make a fool of himself, or of arthur.
"his dog apparently ate chocolates?" arthur said.
the vet let out a small chuckle, "you say that as if you're not sure,"
"well, i just came home and saw chocolate wrappers around him, which was weird, and immediately rushed him here." charles finally said, finding the part of his brain that made words.
"that is weird. do you have a lot of chocolate at home?" she asked as she began to check for any signs on leo.
"not really. i don't eat a lot of chocolate," charles said, alternating between the doctor and leo.
"any idea where the chocolate was since it was accessible to such a small dog?"
both leclercs stopped for a second and thought. charles was usually careful about not leaving things like that near leo's reach, well aware that leo was a hyperactive dog. and for the days that charles was away, arthur babysat leo. just like he had done that day.
oh.
arthur's brain finally began working, and he hit his brother's back.
"i had the chocolates!" arthur exclaimed.
charles turned to him, confused, "what?"
"i was babysitting leo today and i got some chocolates with me!"
"so you ate them in my living room and left the wrappers?" charles asked, a little bit of anger seeping through his voice.
oh.
this was what arthur had told himself today to not repeat to his brother. that he had been lazy and decided not to clean up like he knew he should've.
arthur opened his mouth to defend himself, to say anything that could pass off and not have his brother lecture him in the middle of the night. but, the doctor saved him. thank fuck.
"oh, i know what you mean. sometimes, i have too many chocolates, and then i fall asleep from a sugar crash and forget to pick up the wrappers or clean up," she said casually, as she continued checking leo.
charles turned back to her, and arthur watched as he slowly nodded and accepted the answer. arthur wasn't sure whether he wanted to be pissed at that or amazed at the power this woman already held.
she subtly winked at arthur, and he decided that he liked this woman.
she turned to charles and said, "alright, he's not vomitting, so that's a good sign. i'm gonna write my personal number for you just in case there's an emergency."
arthur smiled, though he tried to hide it. he knew what she was doing. he just hoped his brother caught on too.
charles took the piece of paper from her, and thanked her. she waved at the two brothers, as they turned to leave.
just as they settled in charles' car, he asked, "why did she give me her personal number?"
arthur facepalmed.
carlos
carlos had been seeing charles' new "friend" quite often in the paddock. charles hadn't introduced them yet, and carlos didn't know why. he still respected his teammate's wishes.
carlos liked to think that he was an observant man. he liked to think that he knew charles well enough to read his body language and know or at least, understand some part of what his teammate was feeling.
he had been observing charles every time y/n was close by. had been watching the way charles stood a little taller, spoke a little softer, laughed a little harder. watched the way charles almost touched her back while showing her around, and insisted on putting the headphones on her head himself, and the way charles waited and waited for her to do anything and everything.
it reminded him of lando and his girlfriend. though, those two were much more touchy than whatever this was. in comparison, charles seemed hesitant, yet eager.
it was during the fourth or fifth grand prix that carlos noticed that charles was properly touching her. not just a hand on her back to guide her way, but a hand on the waist, and her arm, and sometimes her fingers. not only that, she was touching him just as much. she played with his rings and his hair, and she stood just a tad closer than friends would.
carlos knew then that something had changed. something had definitely changed, and he knew it was for the better. he did not say anything, though. it wasn't his place.
towards the end of the season, charles finally introduced the woman to carlos.
"carlos, this is dr. y/n y/l/n. she's a vet," he paused, "and my girlfriend,"
carlos smiled instantly. shaking y/n's hand, he said, "hello, dr. y/n. i am carlos sainz jr, though i'm sure you're already aware of that."
she laughed, and carlos watched the way charles lit up, "yes, i do know who you are! i'm so glad to finally meet you!"
"me too! i was expecting charles to hide you from the world, especially me," carlos laughed.
"i apologise, that was based on my request," y/n looked slightly apologetic, but she also seemed sure in her response. it was her request to not be known, and she had the vibe that she would fight anyone who questioned it.
"well, then i'm glad to see charles is capable to following requests. my request for feeding him pancakes have always been ignored. hopefully, you can convince him,"
charles groaned, while y/n laughed, leaning into him slightly.
"i'll convince him, for sure. don't worry,"
the three of them chatted for a little while longer, giggling and making fun of charles. when she started yawning, and leaning into charles more, carlos bid his goodbyes to the couple.
he watched as charles tucked her into him, and watched they shared a soft kiss as they walked towards the exit. he watched as charles smiled radiantly, and he smiled as well.
what was it with carlos and watching his teammates finding their forever loves in front of him?
lewis
being a part of ferrari had been a dream. it was everyone's dream. but, lewis had some doubts. it had been a tough decision, definitely. now, though, with almost half of the season over, lewis felt more comfortable.
he had been waiting for charles to finish talking to the fia president to go over some strategy changes for the next few races. he wasn't eavesdropping, he was just listening attentively for any signs of their conversation being over. lewis desperately wanted to go home, but he wanted to finish this and then go home.
as soon as the conversation ended, lewis watched as charles and his girlfriend bid their goodbyes and walked to charles' driver room. lewis jogged to keep up. he was 40. he shouldn't have to jog to keep up now.
just as lewis reached the door, the two had already locked themselves in the room. in hindsight, lewis could have just yelled at them to wait up like a normal person would, but well, maybe he doesn't care about the strategies enough to do it.
he raised his hand to knock when the words from inside the room registered in his brain.
"-such a dick." y/n was saying. who was a dick? a lot of people were dicks, so it didn't exactly narrow down the list for lewis.
charles laughed. his voice was louder. maybe he was standing closer to the door.
"don't laugh! it was so annoying standing there. three different people, including me, mentioned to that fuckass president of yours that i'm a vet and i have a medical degree, and i've made a name for myself! but, no! he kept referring to me as your girlfriend!"
if lewis leaned against the wall to get slightly more comfortable, he definitely didn't. definitely.
"you say as if it's a bad thing he referred to you as my girlfriend! you are my girlfriend, after all." charles said.
"that's not the point, charles. the point is that i'm accomplished in my own ways. i'm y/n y/l/n first, and somebody's something second. him refusing to acknowledge that i'm a doctor, even if it was for animals, was disrespectful."
lewis hoped that charles got his shit together in this conversation.
"i understand that. but, you know that's how he is. we've all told you stories of how he is. he's not going to change." well, lewis agreed that he wasn't going to change, but it still wasn't the argument that charles thought it was.
"that's bullshit, no? he's the president of the fia, and he refuses to acknowledge women as someone other than a secondary person. i mean, how many others has he done this with? we've got professional golfer lily, and a super smart degree in engineering, and we've got kika as a model and studying in fashion design. they're all highly accomplished women."
"mon cheri, i agree with you. i promise i do. but, the president barely treats us drivers as humans. his viewership and his money literally depends on us, and he doesn't have the decency to treat us nicely,"
that was true, lewis had to agree.
it was quiet for a few moments, and then hushed whispers. lewis leaned in closer to the door as he tried to make out the words, but he just couldn't.
"oh, hey lewis!" one of the mechanics said, clapping a hand on his back.
lewis immediately straightened, and made polite conversations. he really wanted to get back to listening to the conversation happening inside.
just as he was done with the conversation, the door opened, and charles greeted them, and the conversation began again.
for fucks sake.
jules
jules was always watching from the sky. he was always watching over his godson. after all, that was the duty of a godfather, wasn't it? to protect the godson when no one else could. to be there for the godson when no one else could. jules had promised charles' father that he would always look after his son, and not even death can stop jules.
he'd watched charles find y/n. he'd watched the way she supported him and helped him grow as a person. he's watched as she made him the happiest man on earth. he'd watched her celebrate every win with him, and comforted him through every loss.
it was safe to say that jules felt the proudest of his godson the day he proposed to y/n. charles was smart to never let her go. charles was smart to make sure that she stayed with him and loved him just like he loved her and wanted to stay with her.
it was the day of charles and y/n's wedding.
jules was there in spirit. he always was.
y/n was a sweetheart. she had saved him a seat, along with charles' father in the front row for charles. jules wasn't sure if she had told charles, but he knew his godson would be so thankful for it.
jules was there in his suit and tie, looking crisp, even if no one could see him. he sat on the seat reserved for him as he waited for the groom to walk down the aisle first.
he saw every person who ever cared about charles sitting there. family, friends, team, ex drivers, current drivers. it made jules smile. so many people loved charles. so many loved y/n as well. to see them all together in one place to celebrate their love was heartwarming.
the music began, and charles walked down the aisle with his groomsmen: pierre, carlos, and bryan. they smile and laugh with him, shaking his shoulders as tear gather in charles' eyes.
jules watched as charles' gaze roam across the mass of people sitting there. he waves slightly at a few. jules watched as charles' gaze finally settled on him. he watched as charles' tears fell at the realisation of what his fiance had done for him.
he watched as charles covered his face, silent sobs escaping him. and then, the music began, and the bride walked down the aisle. everyone stood, including jules.
the bride was smiling wide, a little bounce in her steps as if she couldn't wait to marry his godson. her hand was tucked in her father's elbow, and the other hand held a bouquet of lilies.
jules watched as she stood on the little podium in front of charles, smiling brightly while his tears mixed with his grin. the love in charles' eyes was as beautiful as the aurora borealis in the night sky.
the ceremony began, and they went through the usual process. jules had been to few weddings, though he didn't remember most of them anymore.
when it was time for the vows, charles broke down again as he thanked his bride for saving a spot for his dad and his godfather, that he didn't think of doing something like that despite how much he wanted them to be there on their wedding there. he thanked her and promised to love her forever. he promised to cherish her and always be there for her, and he promised that he would always be at her beck and call, because she was the greatest gift he'd ever gotten.
y/n cried as well. it surprised jules a little bit. maybe he wasn't expecting her to cry as well. but, it was nice to see. to see that their love for each other was so overwhelming that smiles could not contain it.
she said her vows as well. she told him that she knew how much he missed his father and godfather and she wanted to do something small that would make him feel closer to them. she told him how much she loved him and how much she's going to continue loving him. she promised him to be the first one jumping for every win, and be the first hug he needs when he's disappointed. she promised that she would hold onto his hand as long as he held onto her, and she promised to laugh at every joke he said, regardless of how funny or not funny it was.
almost everyone was in tears. jules was too.
when the priest finally said, "you may kiss your bride," the couple did not waste another second. charles' hands cupped her face, as she held onto his wrists, and they kissed for the first time as a married couple.
jules smiled.
he knew pushing y/n towards charles was a good idea.
he knew he'd made the right decision, even from the sky.
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・
i genuinely feel like my writing skills have massively deteriorated. im not even fishing. im just saying. i feel like it takes me one or two tries to get a particular driver right. i don't really pay as much attention to the other drivers as i do with lando, and also that i connect with lando a lot personality wise, so its easier for me to write him. anyways, i hope you like this! im sorry it took me so long to write this one! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)
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i can imagine babygirl sukuna getting new sonny angels after every doctors appointment or dressing up her labubus just to hang it on sukunas briefcase😭
and i would also like to add my own two cents :)
you’d think that with the vast amount of options sukuna presents to his little princess every time he asks what she wants—be it the most expensive toys, a pony, her own personal theme park—she would switch it up. kids are fickle, right? but no. every birthday. every holiday. every random tuesday where sukuna just felt like spoiling her. the little one sits, focuses hard—her tiny brows furrowing like she’s making the most important decision of her life—before wisely declaring:
"i want sonny angel."
or, sometimes:
"i want labubu."
but never anything else.
sukuna, for all his power, for all his wealth, for all his influence, is powerless against the sheer determination of his daughter’s love for small, beady-eyed figurines.
it all comes to a head one fateful morning. sukuna, a man of routine, wakes up early, stretches, and heads to his closet. he reaches for his socks, slides one on without a second thought—
—only for his foot to crunch.
he freezes. slowly, cautiously, he lifts his socked foot and shakes it.
a sonny angel falls out. sukuna yells.
not just any yell. a battle cry of terror. his daughter, still half-asleep in bed, peeks out from under the covers, blinking groggily.
"…papa?"
"there was a thing in my sock," he hisses, gripping the offending figurine like it personally insulted him. she gasps. "angel!"
"yeah, well, this angel nearly gave me a heart attack!"
his daughter frowns, marching over and snatching the sonny angel from his grasp. she cradles it in her tiny hands, scandalized. "papa," she scolds. "he was cold."
sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. "oh, for fuck’s sake—"
"bad word!" she yells.
he sighs, long and suffering. "fine. go put your little demon back with the others."
but as his daughter scurries away to return the sock angel to its rightful home, he realizes something. where, exactly, are the others?
"'kuna," you call from your room a few minutes later, "why are my sephora products in a military standoff?"
sukuna walks in to find your vanity under siege.
dozens—dozens—of sonny angels and labubu figures have been arranged in an army formation around your makeup collection, as if fiercely guarding it from intruders. his daughter stands proudly in front of them, arms crossed. "they keep mama safe," she explains.
you nod slowly. "right. and the one in my drawer?"
"he’s a spy," she says, dead serious.
sukuna snorts. but before he can make a joke, she turns to him, narrowing her eyes.
"papa."
he quirks a brow. "what?"
"say sorry to angel."
he groans. "are you—"
"say sorry."
he stares at her. then at the beady-eyed sonny angel she’s holding up expectantly. he exhales through his nose.
"…sorry."
his daughter beams. "good papa." you pat his shoulder. "proud of you, babe."
he grumbles under his breath as he leaves the room, only to find choso standing in the hallway, having witnessed everything. choso simply nods. "they are kinda cute," he mutters.
sukuna slams the door in his face.
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media day shenanigans | stargirl
pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader, barcelona femeni x teen!reader
summary: you are notorious for your interesting takes on media day but alexia just wants one good picture to hang up
warnings: none
notes: new series yall 💪🏾
You bounced through the halls of the training center, Alexia close behind you attempting to rub her headache away. Carla, the social media manager, was waiting at the end of the hall with the rest of the crew filming players on their walk to the locker room.
"Bon dia!" You greeted. "Media day!"
Media day was your favorite day of the season. You had a reputation to upkeep with your media day photos. Each one planned with care, your first year you dressed as a wizard from Slytherin, you second year you dressed as an emo person, and this year was going to be your best on yet.
The only downside of this media day, Alexia was your partner- per the captain's request. Alexia just wanted one good media day photo of you to hang up on the mantle at her Mari's house to go up with her and Alba's pictures, and today was the day.
Your antics began almost immediately after Carla handed her a camera.
"Here," Carla said, thrusting the camera into your hands. "Media team all agreed that we need behind-the-scenes content, and you're the only one who somehow makes chaos look marketable."
"You mean iconic," You corrected, grinning. "You've chosen well, Carla. I won't- nay can't let you down."
Alexia groaned behind you. "Great. As if she needed more encouragement."
You spun, pointing the camera at Alexia. "Say hi to your adoring fans, Ale!"
Alexia waved half-heartedly, her expression deadpan. "Hi. Help me."
You turned the camera on herself as she walked into the interview room, where Ale was already seated, looking poised and professional.
"Welcome to the Estrella Show!" You announced dramatically. "Today's guest is Ale—footballer, fashion icon-ish, and... part-time owl?"
Alexia raised an eyebrow, amused. "Excuse me?"
"Why is your face fixed like that? Like you're about to chirp 'who.'" You cackled and pointed to the reporter, who was trying not to laugh.
The reporter composed herself and smiled warmly. "Alright, ladies, let's dive in. Alexia, what's do you expect of the team this year?"
"The same thing every year. Trying our best, giving 110% every time and constantly improving," Alexia responded.
"Y/n?"
"Me? Oh, easy—vibes. I expect this team to have immaculate vibes. We win? Vibes. We lose? Vibes, but sadder. As long as we're all vibing together, it's a success," You nod, approving of your explanation.
Alexia facepalmed. "Why do I even try?"
"Because you love me," You grinned, suddenly going limp and leaning on Alexia.
The reporter laughed. "Alexia, what's it like partnering with Y/n for Media Day?"
Alexia sighed but couldn't help a small smile. "Exhausting. But... entertaining, I guess. She keeps things interesting."
You gasped in mock offense. "Only 'interesting'? Ale, venga, I'm phenomenal."
The interview proceeded somewhat smoothly—Ale stayed composed despite you trying to "spice things up" by asking Ale to rank her top five weirdest pre-game rituals. Midway through, you panned the camera toward Alexia, who was sitting nearby, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"She's pretending to be annoyed," You whispered to the camera. "But she loves me. Deep down. Very deep down."
The cafeteria was buzzing as the team settled in for a break. You, ever the opportunist, set your camera down on the table at just the right angle. Mapi sat across from Lucy, deeply engaged in a conversation with Ingrid.
You filmed the camera panning over plates of food. "We have here a wild Mapi and if you look closely you can see her famous pasta—delicious, tantalizing, guarded like the crown jewels. But today... today it's mine."
In the background, Alexia's voice could be heard faintly. "Do not start something."
Your eyes gleamed mischievously as you reached out, snagging a bite from Mapi's plate. Nobody noticed—at first. Then another huge bite. And another.
By the time you went for a fourth, Ingrid burst out laughing. "Mapi, are you really not seeing this?"
"What?" Mapi frowned, looking confused as the table burst into laughter as you filmed yourself dramatically chewing.
You feigning innocence. "What's so funny?"
Mapi's eyes narrowed, finally realizing her plate was half-empty. "Estrellita!"
In an instant, you was on your feet, camera in hand as Mapi bolted after you. The chase wound around the cafeteria, chairs and tables screeching as the team laughed and cheered.
You darted around the room, camera in hand, screaming, "THE CROWN JEWELS ARE MINE!"
Later in the afternoon, you and Alexia sat under bright studio lights for their second interview of the day. A staff member handed them a stack of photos, each one zoomed in on a teammate's body part—eyes, hands, or tattoos.
You rubbed your hands together. "Oh, I love this."
The first photo appeared on the monitor: a close-up of a tattooed arm.
Alexia leaned forward. "That's easy. Mapi."
"Correct!" the staffer said.
You groaned. "Ugh, you're no fun, Ale. Let me have a go."
The next image was a zoomed-in ear with a small earring. You squinted dramatically. "Hmm... Ingrid?"
"Wrong," Alexia said smugly. "It's Pina."
"Dang it!" You threw your head back dramatically while Alexia shook her head with a grin.
The next image popped up on the screen—a close-up of someone's knee.
"That's Caro!" You shouted immediately.
Alexia squinted. "That's not Caro. It's... Frido?"
"Wrong," said the host. "It's Ingrid."
"SEE!" You said triumphantly. "You doubt me, but you're wrong."
"So are you," Alexia rolled her eyes as her comment was ignored by the excited teen.
The next image was a zoomed-in elbow.
"Definitely Salma," Alexia said confidently.
"Nope, that's me!" You said, holding up your arm dramatically. "See? I'm an icon."
Alexia muttered something under her breath about needing a transfer to a quieter team.
By the end of the game, Alexia had a comfortable lead, but you declared yourself the "people's champion" anyway.
Finally, it was time for the photos. You stood beside Alexia, camera in hand, narrating her every move.
"And now, dear viewers, the moment you've all been waiting for. The photoshoot!"
When it came time for the pictures, you bided your time, waiting for Alexia to get distracted. Sure enough, while Alexia was chatting with the photographer about lighting, you made your move.
You grabbed a wig that matched Alexia's hair almost perfectly and threw it on, smoothing it into place. Grabbing a jersey with Alexia's number, you turned to the camera Carla had left nearby.
"Ladies and gentlemen," you said in a low voice, imitating Alexia's serious tone, "I am now the captain of this team." You strutted onto the set, striking Alexia's signature intense pose. You'd even managed to replicate Alexia's serious expression.
The real Alexia turned around mid-conversation and froze. "Estrelleta..."
"What are you doing? What are you wearing?"
"I'm you," You declared, striking a pose. "This is my homage to our captain."
The photographers and crew burst into laughter, snapping photos as you leaned dramatically against Alexia, mimicking her every move. You gave your best captainly glare. "Focus, team. This is serious business."
Alexia sighed deeply but couldn't fight the grin tugging at her lips. "You're impossible."
"And you're my partner today," You said, taking off the wig, switching her jersey, and tossing it to Alexia. "Now come on, Capitana. Let's make this photo mantel-worthy for Eli."
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High school Sevika x Secret admirer Reader. Like Sevika keeps getting love notes from reader and she’s just like .. da fuq. She’s just too emotionally constipated to realise their love notes FOR HER. And reader (as well are) is so hopelessly in love with her.
okay OKAY this is so fucking cute i'm gonna make this the masc4masc childhood friends story too heheeh
lets just assume zaun has a underfunded shitty education system lol
men and minors dni
sevika keeps getting these stupid fucking letters.
they're written in glitter pen, usually on construction paper cut out into a heart. the handwriting is agonizingly neat, like whoever's writing them's spending hours getting their cursive perfect. they're always unsigned, and they usually contain some stupid, romantic compliment, like 'your eyes are the stars of my galaxy' and shit.
"whatcha got sev?" you ask as you catch up with her in the hallway, hipchecking her as she glares down at the latest of her growing collection.
this one reads 'sev, you're prettier than you let yourself think.'
sevika scoffs and crumbles the paper up into a ball.
"are there any other sevika's in this school?" she asks. you blink up at her.
"what?"
"like, does anybody else have my name? or is there a sev or a seven or a sven?"
"fuck are you talking about?" you ask.
sevika groans and shoves the note into your hands. "this!! i keep getting these stupid ass love notes. some poor sap's got the wrong fucking locker, or the wrong sevika, or something." she scoffs.
you don't laugh. sevika slows her walk to blink over at you.
you're... staring at her. almost like you're angry?
"what?" she asks.
you take a deep breath then shake your head. "n-nothing."
"nothing?"
"it's nothing." you insist, nodding. sevika glares at you.
"you're horrible at lying."
"and you're gonna be late to chemistry."
"so i'll skip." sevika shrugs and nudges your shoulder. "what's that look for?"
"you're so fucking stupid!" you shout. sevika jumps a bit. you huff, then smack sevika's shoulder as you storm down the hall. she jogs to keep up with you. "you-- you get these romantic, heartfelt notes, addressed to you, and you think; what? there's another sevika in school? you're fucking ridiculous!"
"wh-- you think these are for me!?"
"of course they are!"
"who the fuck would write love letters for me?!" sevika asks.
honestly, she's completely flabbergasted. you never struck sevika as the kinda girl who cares about stupid shit like romance, but apparently it means a lot to you.
"someone who likes you, you idiot! a-and you're probably hurting their fucking feelings by treating their hard work like garbage. this is like the sixth one you've crumpled up. you spit your gum in the first one." you huff.
sevika blinks at you. she didn't tell you about the notes until now.
you seem to realize this at the same moment, because your walking comes to a halt, your eyes stuck on something far away.
sevika starts to giggle. your shoulders shoot up to your ears. "shut up." you mumble.
sevika's laughter only grows. "oh, janna." she snorts and throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her chest. "what, you gotta crush on me?!" she asks.
you glare up at her. "'y don't have to laugh about it."
"no, i'm not-- i just-- you're so fucking cool, you don't need to leave stupid notes in my locker, i already--" sevika cuts herself off. you giggle. it's her turn to fluster. "shut up." she demands. you giggle.
"c'mon. let's ditch and smoke under the bleachers." you suggest, tugging sevika toward the exit.
as you walk outside, sevika worms her wrist out of your grip and replaces it with her hand-- her fingers intertwined with yours.
"you should become a professional card maker."
"fuck off."
"i'm serious! they're impressive." she says. you groan.
"they're cheesy, i know, i just--"
sevika darts in and kisses your cheek.
you're so distracted by the feeling of her soft lips against your cheek that you walk face first into a low-hanging bar under the bleachers.
sevika cackles as you clutch your head.
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"Feelings" || Requested Oneshot
XO, Kitty - Min Ho Moon x Fem!Reader
Note from Nat: "I received this oneshot request from @plutoOooO! And this is also how I'm announcing that requests are finally open again! *fireworks and confetti* Enjoy loves <3"
Warning(s): Cussing, Smut, Overstimulation,
Kitty plays Matchmaker once again while everyone's preparing for Chuseok at KISS. This leads to both yours's and Min Ho's untold feelings to step into the spotlight once and for all. Feelings quite stronger than just a crush
"I've brought the shopping!" you called out as you stepped into the boys' dorm room. "Q? Kitty?" you say, kicking off your sneakers and heading into the kitchen.
"Hey Y/n!" Kitty greeted after stepping out of her bedroom. "Thanks so much for wanting to help with Chuseok." she smiled as she gave you a hug.
"Of course! I had no idea that so many of us were staying in town for the holiday," you replied, pulling away from the hug. "So, what exactly are we making? Because all I did was follow the list," you said with a little laugh.
"It isn't exactly me and you cooking but rather you and Min Ho," Kitty explained with a knowing grin, which made you heartbeat quicken.
"Me and-"
"-Yep," she nodded, "You guys will be able to spend proper one on one time, totally undisturbed,".
Your lips formed a thin line as you turned to the kitchen sink, “I think I’m going to be sick,” you coughed.
“You’ll be fine, and plus-this is the perfect time to clear the air,” Kitty reminded, patting your back gently.
You and Min Ho had been friends for years. And for half that time, you’ve had feelings for the playboy. And what came with being a playboy? Countless girls, random or never seen again after a few days spent with the friend group.
You always felt as if Min Ho would never want something serious, let alone possible ruin such a good friendship with you. So, for such a long time, you pushed your thoughts and feelings for him away.
No one realized how deep your feelings for Min Ho were til Kitty showed up. She made it her mission as a self-proclaimed Matchmaker to get you two together. She says that “There is definitely some chemistry between you guys.”
“Hey Y/n,” a voice said cheerfully, that voice belonged to Min Ho. “Thanks for getting the shopping,” he beamed as he walked towards you.
“Okay I gotta get going,” Kitty said quickly, dismissing herself from the conversation and the front door shut behind her.
“Hi,” you said with a tight smile, awkwardly moving to grab a couple pans and pots. “What’s on the menu today?” you ask, trying your best to not act weird.
“Well, I do have a method, so I’ll just need you either chop or stir stuff,” Min Ho said as he got closer and placed an arm around your shoulders. “I deem you, my sous chef,” he joked but you couldn’t even find anything he said humorous.
Your stomach felt as if it was flipped upside down. And maybe you were sweating? Maybe you were turning pale? Who knows. But all you knew was that you had no escape and no backup.
“Y/n?”
You snapped out of your nervous daze and looked back up at Min Ho. His face flashed with concern, catching on to your lack of attentiveness.
"Ah yes, I'll just be stirring and chopping away," you say, hands motioning both actions before you quickly dropping them-feeling like a proper idiot.
"Right, let's get to it." Min Ho says, migrating all the veggies and herbs on the counter to the sink. "How come you didn't go visit family Chuseok?" he asks.
"It's quite the journey just to be there for 48 hours or less," you shrugged, clearing the counter of any shopping bags and trash. "What about you?" you questioned.
"As you know, my mom and I usually celebrate Chuseok together, but she couldn't this year. So, she sent me a basket." Min Ho explains, pointing to the gift basket that sat on one of the bar stools.
"That's sweet of her," you commented, glancing over at the present.
Yeah, but my dad? Not so much," he chuckled, drying all the veggies and placing them next to the cutting board. "Can you get started on these?" he requested with a smile.
"Of course," you nodded, absent-mindedly reaching for the onion that was still in Min Ho's hands. "Oh-I"m sorry," you said quickly; after watching it drop to the ground.
"Are you alright Y/n? If you're not up to it, I can get figure this out on my own," he said as he plucked the onion from the floor, wiping it down with a paper towel.
"I'm okay, it's just-" you paused.
"It's what exactly?" Min Ho asks curiously, looking deep into your eyes with his coal black ones.
You took a deep breath before saying, "Okay, Kitty left me here with you so that I could confess my feelings for you". Minho merely blinked so you continued to ramble on. "But clearly, the pressure of me explaining how I fell in love you but also don't want to risk our friendship literally eats my alive!"
"-And I totally understand that you don't feel the same way about me because of that blank look on your face. I just don't know how to stop feeling the way I do about you. I've tried talking to other people and even going on dates but always realized it's you who I wanted to be with." you sigh, and Min Ho squinted slightly with his head tilted to the side.
"-Don't even get me started on the total tens you bring to our hangouts," you add, referring to the girls he brings around. "You're out of my league and such a catch. So honestly, I seem pretty stupid for thinking you might even as much as like me back." you groan as you stormed out of the kitchen and began putting your shoes back on.
"-I just can't do this. I'll just leave." you say, your face feeling hot as you reached for the door.
"Do I not get a say in this?" Min Ho asked, grab hold of your wrist gently.
"I don't feel like hearing you shut me down right now," you grumbled as you turned back to face him.
"Y/n, I'm not going to," he replied with a smile, making your eyes widen.
"What?" you said quickly.
"Why would I? I've fallen for you so hard; a lot, not a little bit." he confessed. "I always thought you were too good for me," he said, now taking proper hold of your hand in his. "You are just so perfect and I'm just me," he shrugged.
You stood in the entryway in disbelief. Min Ho had felt the same way this whole time and you had not a single clue about it.
"If I had known sooner, I would've already done something about it," he said with a smile as he stepped forward and cupped your cheek.
"L-like what exactly?" you stuttered, your breathing hitched as your nose brushed against each other.
"This." Min Ho muttered, pulling you in for a kiss.
Min Ho's soft lips pressed gently against yours and it felt as if they moved in sink. Your arms were slung around his neck as his found their place at the small of your back.
The world felt still but also as if it were spinning, with your eyes shut-all you could focus on was on close Min Ho had pulled you in. It was like he didn't want to ever let you go or move on from this moment. Perhaps you both became the center of gravity, and everything was being put into place.
Both of you pulled away instinctively for some air and your eyes fluttered open, settling on Min Ho's gaze. Your faces remained merely a few centimeters apart, sharing the same breath before leaning once again.
This time, there was a certain kind of passion in the way your kiss felt. Your heart was pounding as your hands ran through Min Ho's well-kept hair. His lips left yours's and began a trail to your jawline, down to your neck.
A gasp escaped your lips as he began suckling on your skin. Quickly being able to identify your sweet spots. Your knees felt as if they were going to give out as he pulled your blouse down for more access. His lips felt like a heaven, you could only imagine how the rest of him was going to feel.
"Oh my-" you moaned as Min Ho worked his way around, leaving marks wherever possible.
"Yes?" he mumbled against your skin, watching how your thighs shifted against each other. "Tell me what you want," he said as he pulled away from your neck.
"You, I want you," you sighed as your chest rose and fell heavily.
Min Ho's hands drifted to the hem of your trousers, his fingers pulling the zipper down. You held breath as he pulled them down nice and slow.
“Is this, okay?” he questioned, his hand hovering over your clothed pussy. “Y/n?” He said as he looked up and into your eyes.
“Y-yes,” you nodded as he also pulled down your underwear, helping you take completely remove any clothing from your lower half.
Min Ho then stood up and led you around the kitchen and motioned for you to sit at one of the barstools. You wordlessly complied, getting comfortable in your seat just for Min Ho to pull you in. Both literally and mentally, you were on the edge of your seat.
He then placed himself between your legs, his face directly in front of your dripping cunt and your legs over his shoulder. Min began kissing your inner thighs, teasingly getting a bit closer every time.
“I wish I knew sooner how wet I get you,” he smirked before brushing his fingers against your fold. “How badly you wanted me,” he says, beginning to rub your clit gently.
In a repetitive circular motion, his finger worked your pussy. His eyes darkened with lust, watched as your chest rose and shuddered with every breath. Your head thrown back, but he could still hear you heavy breathing and soft moans.
He then pushed a finger through your fold and slowly. You gasped as you felt him slid into your pussy with ease. Min Ho chuckled due to the noises that escaped your lips, provoking him to insert a second finger.
Curving his finger slightly against your walls, your own hands were holding your position steady on the stool. Just then your phone rang, you and Min Ho both froze for a second.
“I think that might be Kitty,” you sighed as Min Ho pulled from you. “Hey,” you say after grabbing your phone and answering the call.
“How’s everything going?” She asks excitedly, unaware of the literal position you were in.
“Everything’s going just fine,” you reply as Min Ho pulled you away from the counter, guiding you to the couch. “What’s up Kitty?” you question.
“Well, I just wanted to know what the status was on the food,” she replied as you watched Min Ho take off his pants and boxers. “We are just setting up a couple more decorations,” she adds, while you both sat down.
It was difficult to focus on the call when the guy who just fingered was stripping down. His toned abs were where your attention was at. Your eyes noticeably widened and focused down south.
“Yeah, we’re a little behind but can definitely get things done in 20-30 minutes?” you guesstimated. “I sort of did forget a few things, so we ordered for them to be delivered,” you lied, Min Ho moving you into a laying down position and your legs in the air.
“Are you okay?” Kitty questioned with worry in her tone, “Your breathing is a little heavy,” she reasons while Min Ho took his position on top of you.
“I’m f-fine,” you tried to assure as he caressed the tip of cock against your folds. “Just a bit peckish,” you add.
“Well did you guys talk it out yet?” She asks, you could visualize the giddy smile on her face.
“Yeah, and you know-“ you began before the phone was taken out of your grasp.
“Now’s not a good time Covey,” Min Ho huffed, tossing his head back to remove his sweat gelled hair back. “I need Y/n-“ he blanked, “-For pot stirring.” He blabbered quickly before hanging up.
“Pot stirring?” You snorted as Min Ho placed your phone on the coffee table.
“What? Did you want me to tell her what were really up?” He asked with a brow lifted.
“No,” you replied, your face turning bright red.
“Better be quick,” he sighed, “Hope you can take it,” he smirked as he finally pushed his cock deep inside your cunt.
With one of your legs over his shoulder, Min Ho began slamming his hips against yours. A rush of cold air hit your chest as Min Ho lifted up your top along with your bra.
You were a moaning mess as Min Ho continuously drilled into your walls. Every thrust becoming rougher and quicker than the previous one.
“So bloody wet for me,” Min Ho smiled smugly, “You can’t even say anything back-too busy taking this dick?” He wondered before slowing down.
“Why’d you stop?” You muttered almost incoherently, being able to lay still.
“Turn around,” he instructed, and you did as you were told. “I just wanna feel you come for me,” he grunted, shoving his cock back in your cunt.
Min ho propped you up against his chest. His hands greedily squeezing your tits. Your hands found their way reaching and gliding through his hair.
“You are so sexy,” Min Ho whispered in your ear. “Your pussy feels so good around me,” he says, placing kisses along your neck.
“Fuck,” you gasp, feeling a knot begin to form in your stomach.
“You’re close huh?” He muttered as you feel his hand trail down to your clit.
Min Ho started rubbing your clit and the blissful feeling that overcame you sent you into overdrive. You moans became increasingly pornographic as he hastened the speed of his hips.
“F-feels too good,” you slurred, “Min Ho-fuck it’s too good,” you said again.
“Well, I’m not gonna stop,” he murmured, looking down and watching your ass bounce on his dick. “Not til you cum,” he huffs.
“Stop,” you moaned, your cunt squeezing around his length, “Oh God,”
“Cum for me,” he said, the speed of his hand and his hips not wavering.
Your body shivered as a wave of ecstasy hit you, but Min Ho didn’t stop. This time, he bent you over and got his dick slamming into your sweet spot.
“Cum with me,” Min Ho huffed, his hands pulling you in repeatedly by the waste
“I c-can’t,” you whined, your vision becoming blurry.
“You pussy squeezing around my cock shows otherwise,” he moans, the clapping sound of your hips echoing through the dorm.
You felt like you were gonna pass out, everything felt too good. The way he kept fucking into you made you begin to shake.
“That’s it,” you hear Min Ho say, your cunt tightly entrapping his length again. “Don’t let me leave this pussy til you cum,”
As if on que, you came once more right as Min Ho pulled out and covered your back in his hot seed. You finally slumped onto the couch, eyes shut and breathing hot.
“I don’t think we’ll never not do that’s,” he chuckled, going to grab a towel.
Gently, Min Ho wiped you down and due to you lack leg function, he helped you put your clothes back on.
He also quickly threw a meal together, enough to cater for everyone meeting for Chuseok. You admired him from the couch, since he insisted you rest while he cooked.
Still shirtless, he prepared everything for the trek back to main campus. Since you were going to have to walk, Min Ho decided to carry everything.
“Where have you guys been?” Q questioned; everyone was already finding their seats.
“Busy whipping up a good meal,” Min Ho replied as he handed off the food to Kitty. “Sit with me?” He asked as he turned to you.
“Of course,” you smiled as you both went to sit with your group of friends.
When everyone was finally seated and Kitty gave a little speech, Min Ho held your hand. Looking over at him, he gave a cheeky grin.
“I’m glad to have spent it with you,” he smiled.
“So sappy,” you joked as Kitty sat across from you before eating the dinner on your plate.
“You guys look like you did more than talked,” she whispered, and your eyes widened.
“And what exactly did they do Ms. Covey?” Lee questioned between bites.
“Made-uh such a delicious meal,” Kitty said quickly. “Chuseok really brings people together,” she laughed forcefully.
“Right,” Professor Lee muttered.
JAN 2025
#xo kitty#minho fanfic#minho moon smut#minho moon x reader#minho oneshot#to all the boys i've loved before#min ho moon#min ho x reader#tatbilb
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He doesn’t try to lie, but he still leaves. Bella sends him away.
I think he’d be capable of lying to her sometimes, or at least shielding his thoughts. Vampire minds are capable of true multi-tasking in a way that humans aren’t. Edward’s capable of having multiple trains of thought, and Bella sometimes feels like she can hear five voices from him at once. Focusing on just one can be difficult if not impossible. Edward’s family is apparently decent at hiding their thoughts from him, too. But I don’t think he’d really be in the right state of mind to successfully lie about something as big as not loving her.
After the birthday party his thoughts are such a tangled snarled of grief and panic that all Bella can really pick out from the static is I need to GO I need to LEAVE I can’t do this what do I say to her— on repeat.
So Bella’s the one to ask him to go for a walk behind her house and she says, utterly exhausted, with more bite than intended: “if you need to go, just go. I can’t listen to this anymore” He doesn’t say anything, the rush of thoughts comes to an abrupt halt. He just nods and runs after thinking a strangled “Ah. There it is.” like he’s been waiting for this (he has). He doesn’t want to give Bella or himself a chance to convince him to stay. No parting “I love you” or farewells or promises to look after themselves. He’s just gone. The woods are quiet. Her head is quiet.
She’s hoping he needs time to work through the angst, but all too aware he might not come back… And he doesn’t.
He knows she probably didn’t mean to send him away for good, but we know from Midnight Sun he’s practically been begging her to send him away for her own good, and he knows this is the closest she’ll ever get, so he convinces himself that she meant to send him away for good. (What you need to understand about Edward Cullen is he is capable of making himself stupid. It’s a secondary gift)
And this is basically an AU where Bella’s read Midnight Sun, so she’s heard those plans to leave her for her own good. If someone’s so desperately committed to leaving, for whatever reason, how can you force them to stay? How can you want to? If you love something, you have to let it go, right? Part of her knows this is a tipping point and she kind of needs him to leave and see what a mistake it is. She can’t go on as they are, listening to him plan to leave her indefinitely. She hoped it wouldn’t come to this but there’s only so much self loathing she can stand to hear. The birthday party cranks it up to 11 and her human mind simply cannot handle the wear and tear the spiraling thoughts of a vampire puts on her
You would think not being lied to would make it easier on her, but brains don’t work logically like that. She saw their love as an all-consuming thing, but in the end, it wasn’t as powerful as a misguided overzealous need to protect. He didn’t love her enough to be selfish and stay, even when she’s told him over and over that she’d rather take the risk of having him around. That hurts plenty.
Just because Edward didn’t lie this time doesn’t mean things are any easier for Bella after he leaves.
Prior to New Moon, Edward’s constant presence in her life got her very used to basically having white noise all the time. It could be a lot, as mentioned, but it was also kind of soothing for the same reasons people have white noise machines to help them fall asleep. And Edward’s a musical person with perfect recall, so he’s always got a song in his head, which is in then her head. It’s ironic because Bella is the only person in whose company he can experience silence— for her it’s the opposite.
Once he’s gone, everything is too quiet. Empty. Instead of holding herself together like in canon, she drums her fingers against her head and hums when she’s really missing him, trying to fill the empty silence. She can’t listen to music because it’s nigh impossible to find a song that he didn’t once play for her, either on a cd or piano or in his head.
She’s alone with her regret and doubts that she did the right thing by sending him away. She knows that, for all intents and purposes, she lied to him. She didn’t tell him to leave permanently, that she didn’t want him around ever again, but she gave Mr. Overreaction the room to interpret her that way.
She can’t stop thinking about how panicked and hurt he’d felt, and her reaction was to affirm his worst thoughts. She did this to herself. She did this to him. She thinks back to the first day of Biology a lot, about the thoughts he had akin to “how dare this girl come upend my life”.
The hallucinations are an extra comfort to her in this au because it fills the silence, but painful because she only hears the hallucination’s “spoken” words, no thoughts, so it’s incomplete
AU where Bella’s gift is not so much a shield as it is an Uno reverse card
Edward can read everyone’s mind but Bella’s as in canon, but now she can read Edward’s mind
Alice’s visions are blank where she’s concerned (like the werewolves in canon), but Bella can see visions of the future involving Alice, or has visions when she’s around Alice. Jasper’s gift is already kinda 2-way so he can still sense/manipulate her emotions, but she can do it back to him. She can hurt Jane, zap Kate, etc etc
Bella would have the weirdest fucking first day of school anyone has ever had, ever. There’s a voice in her head saying “yeah okay I guess she’s pretty but kind of plain and— wait why can’t I hear her” and then Biology is just. The worst hour of her life. but being Bella she’s just sitting there like
…while Edward plans the death of her and all her classmates right next to her
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SUMMARY. 𝜗𝜚 thanos saves your life after pulling you into a room after the number called out was 2 during mingle, now he thinks you owe him something.
CW. 𝜗𝜚 blood, age gap, reader has something with gyeong-seok if you squint, thanos being annoying asl
A/N. 𝜗𝜚 pls!pls!pls! request some squid game characters, sn1 or 2, I’ll write them cause im obsessed! <3
you finish rinsing the dried blood off of your face and pat it dry with some paper displayed on the wall you sigh as you look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair. once you're done, you head out.
"y/n!" you hear a faint voice call your name, you turn to the direction of where it's coming from, and a smile forms on your face at the sight of player 246, whose name you learned was park gyeong-seok. "i didn't see you in the last round, i was scared you didn't make it, but i see you're here!" you shake your head.
"i was scared you didn't make it too, thank god you're here. who did you get in a room with?" you ask as you cross your arms.
"hyun-ju! and you?" he says and you smile at the sound of your friend hyun-ju's name. she has a big heart, and you admire that of her because these games have been bringing the worst out of people. you exhale deeply when gyeong-seok asks you who you got in a room with.
"thanos... you know, that idiot with purple hair?" you roll your eyes and he lets out a small laugh at the nickname.
"yeah, he pushed his friend out of the way just so he could grab my hand and pull me into the room-i mean, who does that? you don't even know me." you scoff.
"i'm afraid nobody knows each other here, y/n." gyeong-seok says.
"well, yeah... but-for example, you and i have gotten to know each other; i haven't even let out a peep to him." you uncross your arms so you could shrug.
"true. but hey, he saved your life, you're here with us and that's all that matters." you smile softly and nod.
your eyes focus behind gyeong-seok and see thanos making his strut which he thinks is full of swag, but in reality, it looks like his whole side isn't functioning properly on his way to you. you let out a breath and curse.
"señorita." he calls you the nickname he's called about every single girl in the games and you roll your eyes. "is this guy bothering you?" he stands in front of gyeong-seok and nam-gyung starts massaging his shoulders roughly.
"not at all." you look back at him, and nam-gyung is teasing him. "can you let him go? i was having a nice conversation with him." you step closer to gyeong-seok but thanos keeps following your steps, blocking your path to him. "look if someone is bothering me right now, it's you, so can you just get the fuck out of the way?"
he lets out a soft 'ooh' under his breath, for some reason, this makes you react in a way you enjoyed, but you can't let him know that. "you think cursing and getting feisty is going to make me mad?" your eyes connect, you notice his pupils dilate more than they already were-your eyebrows are scrunched as you study every inch of his perfect face. he leans closer to you and whispers "i like that." you let out an oh-so-soft gasp, and fight back a smile. you look away and look back at him, the glance to his lips and back to his eyes made you snap back to reality.
"you're weird." you push his shoulder to walk away, but he grabs you by your arm and pulls you back him. this catches you off guard, and it turns you on makes you mad. you look between his tattooed hand gripping your arm to his eyes. nam-gyu laughs and leaves with gyeong-seok around his arm, your eyes stay on him, and thanos' finger comes below your chin, making your face turn in his direction.
"how do you even know that, baby, you don't even know me?" you laugh in his face and he raises an eyebrow.
"i know enough." you turn your heels, but he pulls you back again, this time more gently. your faces are so close, yet so far, just a tiptoe, and the gap between you will close, you don't know if you were desperate or something, but damn. this man made you so mad it made you feel good.
"like what?" he questions, his eyes searching for the answer in yours, but when you look away, he chuckles. "did you know that before coming here, before a man in a suit came and gave me a card that'll take me to these games, i was going to take my life?" this catches your attention, and your doe eyes were back on his. you felt some empathy on his part-yeah, he was being a jerk these past few days, but you can never forget the love you had for him once. "then, came the man in the suit... a second chance in life." he softens the grip on your arm until he eventually lets go. "did you know that?" he asks you, and you shake your head. "yeah, i bet you didn't."
you look down, avoiding eye contact in pure embarrassment. "i'm sorry." his thumb and finger find their way to your chin and they pull your head up, his eyes finding yours once again.
"never judge a book by its cover, ay?" you smile. "how did a pretty girl like you end up in this shit-hole anyway? you look like a millionaire model." you will admit that his compliment made you heat up a bit, your wide smile gave it away, and he smiled back.
"did you say that to every girl here?" you raise an eyebrow and he puts his hands up in defense.
"i thought you didn't want to know about me?" his eyebrows furrow and you shake your head, raising a finger.
"i never said that, i said i know enough-and i do, by the way." you feel embarrassed about what you're about to say, but who cares? y.o.l.o, right? "i went to almost all of your shows." his eyebrows furrow and you click your tongue.
"yep...i was madly in love with you." an awkward moment of silence falls upon you two, and you feel the need to correct yourself "b-back when i was 13..." you sigh and close your eyes.
"what happened? why’d you stop?" he asks and you shrug, you don't know why you stopped liking him, but you just did, and now seeing him right in front of you, you don't know if you fell in love with him again, or wish to never see his face.
"i haven't listened to one of your songs since i graduated." you mention and he hums.
"how old are you now?" thanos questions and you chuckle.
"21." you answer truthfully.
"25." he says his age and you hum with a nod. "wow, so you've been listening to me since i was 17..." you nod. the two of you stand in silence once again, staring into each other's eyes— somehow, it's not awkward at all, it's like your eyes are having a conversation of their own. you break the silence when thanos steps closer.
"i don't think i told you but thank you for saving me back there." he dismisses you with a soft mumble, he stands right in front of you, towering over you.
"now that you mention it... don't you think i deserve a little something?" he cocks his eyebrows and you laugh mockingly. "I 'm not laughing. i'm serious." you notice his expression and it makes you laugh even more, he did look dead serious, and you found if hot hilarious.
"look, the only thing you're getting from me is a slap. do you want it? i'm ready!" your laughter slowly dies down into giggles, this makes thanos heart flutter in ways that he thought weren't even possible. your true personality is the only thing that is giving him high spirits in this setting, everything about you is better than anything that cross around his neck contained.
"a kiss, a slap... anything is good if it's coming from you." he shrugs and your mouth opens, your eyebrows raised.
"you're funny." you say dryly and he exclaims.
"that's what happens when you try to get to know someone." the corner of your lip lifts and you nod. "whether you like it or not, i'm going to keep protecting you until it finally convinces you to get to know me and prove l'm not a terrible person."
you snicker and lick your lips. "what about friends?" you ask and he laughs.
"them or a beautiful girl? please, they're grown, they can save themselves." he rolls his eyes, places his arm above your head, grabbing the column of the bed behind you, he puts his other hand on the side railings, trapping you between his arms. "what do you say, beautiful?" your eyebrows are knitted, you want to push him away, but his weakening charm is convincing you. you want to roll your eyes at him and smack him off of you, but that's not going to stop him from getting you, your eye roll will make him horny weak, which will make him want you more.
"fine." he smiles and looks down, trying to control his emotion. "but, when we get out of here, you have to take me out to dinner, got it?" he looks up at you, with a certain look that made butterflies flutter all over your stomach.
"already paid for." you suck on your bottom lip and he smiles. the palm of his hand grabs your face softly and he caresses it. he places a soft kiss on your cheek, and your heart skips a beat, the combination of his soft lips on your warm skin was a feeling you could get used to. "I’ll see you around." his finger brushes your cheek before he lets go and walks away.
you stay in the same place you were, staring at him as he walks further away from you. god, this man is such an idiot, how was it possible he made you feel this way? made you feel better than any of the boyfriends you've had in the past. is it because he's older? is it because of his confidence? you didn't know, but you liked it, a lot more than you think you should.
if these games aren't the death of you, he is.
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︶︶﹒anytime ⠀ 𓇼
𝐀𝐄𝐆★𝐍'𝐒 warning : smut, blurb one-shot, fingering, dirty talk, blah blah blah. now lemme hold your tit while i tell you: let's get freakyness started.
i was in my room, editing some footage when i heard y/n come in, her steps heavier than usual. she was trying to act normal, but i could tell something was off. her eyes were a bit red, like she'd been crying, and her smile didn't reach her eyes when she greeted me.
"hey, you okay?" i asked, my boston accent thick, making me sound like some kinda cowboy. she just nodded, too quick, too forced, and moved to the kitchen. i followed her, leaning against the doorway as she grabbed a soda from the fridge.
"y/n, what's up? ya can't fool me, ya know," i pressed, my tone light but insistent. she just shrugged, avoiding my gaze, sipping her drink as if it could wash away whatever was bothering her.
i gave her space, let her sulk for a bit, but watching her like this, with that sad puppy look, was killing me. i couldn't stand it anymore. i walked over to her, my movements deliberate, and took the soda from her hand, placing it on the counter.
"this ain't gonna cut it, babe," i said, my voice low, "let's get to the bottom of this."
before she could protest, i was on her, my lips crashing against hers, tasting the salt from her tears mixed with the sweetness of the soda. i kissed her like i was trying to pull the sadness out of her, my hands roaming, finding the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head.
"matt, what are you..." she started, but i cut her off with another kiss, deeper, more demanding.
"shh," i whispered, "i'm gonna make ya feel better, whether ya wanna say whateva's bothering ya it or not."
i spun her around, her back against my front, my hands already working on the button of her jeans. i slid them down, along with her panties, leaving her exposed in the kitchen, her breath hitching as my fingers found her.
"you're gonna tell me what's wrong, or i'll just keep going," i threatened playfully, my fingers teasing her entrance, feeling how wet she was despite her mood.
"matt, please..." she moaned, her voice breaking, but whether from her earlier sadness or the pleasure now, i couldn't tell.
"please what?" i asked, my fingers dipping into her, curling just right, making her gasp. "please make ya come? or please stop?"
"don't stop," she whispered, her resolve crumbling under my touch.
"then talk to me, babe," i coaxed, my fingers moving rhythmically, my other hand reaching around to play with her clit. "what's got ya so upset?"
her words came out in broken sentences between moans, about some drama with her friends, how she felt left out, betrayed. each revelation was punctuated by a thrust of my fingers, a stroke, a tease.
"there ya go, let it out," i murmured, my voice a mix of comfort and desire, "and let me take care of ya."
i could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her moans getting louder. "you're close, aren't ya? feel how ya grip around my fingers," i said, my accent thick, the 'r's rolling off my tongue, my movements becoming more urgent.
she came with a cry, her body shuddering against mine, her release a mixture of relief from her emotional turmoil and the physical pleasure i'd forced upon her. as she came down, panting, i turned her to face me, my fingers still inside her, keeping her connected to this moment, to me.
"feel better?" i asked, my voice soft now, the boston in my words a comforting sound in her ear.
she nodded, a real smile breaking through, her eyes no longer holding that sad look. "yeah, thanks, matt," she whispered, leaning into me for a hug.
"anytime, babe, anytime."
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Please could you do something with Junho meeting readers ex-boyfriend?? 💌
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader
summary | the request
warnings | fluff, tension
word count | 0.8 k
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You’re standing in front of the window of a small bookstore on a quiet street in the center. The rain falls gently, creating a peaceful echo that contrasts with the swirling thoughts in your head. Junho is beside you, holding an umbrella over both of you, though you’ve noticed that he’s more exposed to the rain than you. He always puts others first, especially you.
“Are you going to go in, or just keep looking?” he asks with a small smile.
You turn to look at him and notice the playful gleam in his eyes. Junho has this ability to make you feel light, as if problems don’t exist for a moment.
“I was thinking about it. But I don’t want to wet the books,” you joke.
“You could soak all the books and they wouldn’t stop loving you,” he replies without thinking, and although he tries to act casual, you can see the color rise in his face.
Before you can respond, a sound behind you catches your attention. Turning around, you feel a twist in your stomach. It’s someone you didn’t expect to see, someone who represents a part of your past that you left behind.
There he is, your ex, standing a few feet away. He wears a black coat that barely hides his imposing presence, and his eyes seem to find yours immediately. The smile you once found comforting now feels unsettling.
Junho follows your gaze and, with just one look, understands.
“Do you know him?” he asks softly, without taking his eyes off the man who’s approaching.
“Yes,” you reply almost in a whisper. “He’s… someone I’d rather not see.”
But it’s too late to avoid it. Your ex is already standing in front of you, with that confidence he’s always had. His eyes shift from you to Junho, quickly evaluating him.
“Wow, I never thought I’d run into you here,” he says, addressing you as if Junho isn’t present.
“I’m fine,” you reply coldly, trying to keep your composure.
“And who’s this?” he asks, nodding toward Junho.
Junho steps forward, subtly positioning himself between the two of you.
“I’m Junho,” he says firmly, extending a hand that your ex takes with some reluctance.
The handshake lasts longer than necessary, and you can feel the tension between them. Your ex has always been territorial, even when he no longer had the right to be.
“I see,” he says finally, releasing Junho’s hand. “So now you have company.”
The insinuation in his tone irritates you, but before you can say anything, Junho speaks.
“She doesn’t need company. She knows how to take care of herself.”
Your ex lets out a low, almost mocking laugh.
“I know that. But it’s not bad to have someone looking out for her. Right?”
You shudder hearing your name come from his mouth, but you maintain your calm.
“I don’t know what you want, but I have nothing to say to you,” you say, trying to end the conversation.
He raises his hands as if surrendering.
“Relax. I just wanted to say hello. Looks like things are going well for you. That’s good.”
You know it’s not sincere. His tone, his posture, everything about him screams that he’s testing the waters.
“Thanks. You can leave now,” you reply firmly.
For a moment, it seems like he’s going to insist, but then his eyes shift toward Junho, and something in his gaze changes.
“We’ll see each other soon, I’m sure,” he says finally, and without waiting for a response, he walks away, disappearing into the crowd.
Junho remains silent, watching his figure until it fades. Then he looks at you, with a slightly furrowed brow.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m fine,” you respond, though you’re not entirely sure it’s true.
“Do you want to talk about him?” he asks cautiously.
“There’s not much to say. He’s someone from my past, someone I don’t want in my present,” you admit, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion.
Junho nods, giving you the space you need. He’s always been like this, never pushing you, but his steady presence is enough to make you feel safe.
“I won’t let him bother you again,” he says suddenly, with a firmness you didn’t expect.
You look at him, surprised, but on his face, you only see determination. Junho isn’t someone who looks for conflict, but when it comes to protecting you, he seems willing to do whatever it takes.
“Thank you,” you whisper, feeling the tension in your body start to dissipate.
“Always,” he responds, and this time the smile he gives you manages to make you let out a small laugh.
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𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 BEYOND THE JOB // JJK ; 2
daddy jungkook (literally)
; babysitting the cutest angel on earth is the perfect job. (except when her father is fucking hot and wants all of you)
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“i told you i could just look after her for you.” the raven haired man said while doing nabi’s pigtails that she loves so much.
“you have your own job too, taehyung.” jungkook simply replied, “plus, you’re always near killing her when you’re left alone.”
taehyung scoffed, taking it by heart as he tied the final loop of nabi’s pigtails. “killing her? don’t be dramatic. she’s perfectly fine with me, right nabi?”
she giggled and taehyung picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. the boring, quiet house was now filled with her sweet laughs. “hey! see now? put her— tae!” jungkook went to reach for his daughter, but the man ran away, nabi’s pigtails swinging and bouncing.
“you’re gonna drop her!”
“you know i won’t!”
“but anything could happen any second-“
taehyung stopped, playfully throwing nabi down on the soft mattress of the couch. “you ever have some fun, man? jesus..”
jungkook rolled his eyes at his words, “i can have fun too!”
“be for real, the last time you had fun was probably when you made nabi— ow!” taehyung laughed but instantly stopped when he felt a slap on his neck.
“watch your mouth?” he whispered, pointing to nabi. taehyung turned around and noticed how she was unbothered, being in her own little world playing with her princess dolls.
“calm down, the fuck. she ain’t even paying attention to us— i mean, you. right nabi?” taehyung asked the last part loudly with a huge grin, glancing at her.
he turned back with a smile to jungkook when she nodded, “see? i’m always in the center of her attention. she loves me, dude. you know that too!”
“of course i know she loves you, you’re like the second dad.”
“whoa, we ain’t gay—“ taehyung put his hands up in surrender.
“not like that!” jungkook smacked his neck again, “you’re her uncle, besides you and me, she got nobody else.”
“you ever thought of dating again?”
jungkook let out a sigh of frustration. “you at this again? i told you— at least a million times already that i don’t want to.”
taehyung shrugged and fixed the blanket next to nabi. “dunno, you could’ve changed your mind since then.”
“well, i haven’t.”
“okay, great to know. so, i guess i should cancel the blind date i planned?” taehyung asked with a raised brow.
“the hell, tae?!”
“jokin’..” he laughed but he quickly took his phone out, typing a message to someone. jungkook watched in disbelief, shaking his head as he checked the time.
“you should go, she could be here any moment now.”
“what? you won’t even let me meet the person who’s gonna spend all day with my precious angel?” he feigned hurt, pouting.
“you can, just another time.”
jungkook crossed his arms while taehyung kept his pout on with his puppy eyes, “no. that looks weird on you, grow up. stop it.”
he cursed at jungkook in a whisper, reaching his hand out to nabi. “nabi, come on. say goodbye to tata.”
she got up and walked to him, holding his hand. he bent down to plant a kiss on her hair, “am i the best?” he whispered to her. she smiled and nodded, “the best!”
“just go already,” jungkook scoffed and pushed taehyung. he opened the door but stopped, “what?” jungkook asked and looked to the door.
you stood there, about to press the bell. “oh,” jungkook rushed to the door and pushed taehyung aside.
he looked at jungkook and then back at you. “is this her?” he asked, unbothered if he sounded rude. jungkook gave him a look but nodded, already knowing what’s gonna happen next.
taehyung turned to you, looking you up and down. he hummed and that made something weird in your stomach, as if you were being looked down on.
“hey, i’m taehyung, single—“ he couldn’t finished as he got pushed out of the door. “bye tae!” jungkook said and stepped aside to let you in.
you glanced at taehyung and you saw him make a ‘call me’ sign with a smile before he turned his back to you, walking away.
“sorry about that,” jungkook embarrassedly apologized as you both got inside. “it’s alright. is he your friend?” you asked, taking off your coat.
he nodded and took the outerwear from you, neatly hanging it. you mumbled a thanks and you took off your shoes too, placing them nicely next to the wall. “yeah, he can be kind of annoying.”
you both settled down on the couch, and after jungkook got a glass of orange juice for you, it was now discussion time.
“so, i have a set of keys hanged next to the coats, those are yours. i wrote the names of the doors on the keys to not switch them up. gate, front door, basement. i also got a key for nabi’s room if it would be an emergency.”
he explained everything and you nodded, taking a sip. “she usually eats lunch around 2PM, the latest is 3. if you’re out and get back late, just wait till’ dinner.”
he leaned a little closer to make sure nabi doesn’t hear him, but it was useless because she wasn’t paying attention anyways. “i have chocolate ice cream in the bottom drawer of the freezer, if she’s having a huge— and i mean huge tantrum, give her a small cup and she’ll be nice again.”
you laughed and nodded, “does she have allergies?” you asked. he hummed and shook his head, leaning back to his original seat.
“no, nothing that i know of. she got it checked a few months ago and she can eat anything.”
“oh god— food. she’s hella picky.” jungkook sighed and glanced at her, then back at you.
“first of all, peppers. she doesn’t like the seeds inside, so i always cut them in thin lines to make sure none gets in there. same with grapes, oranges and tangerines. literally anything that has seeds, needs to be picked out. except tomatoes, thank god.”
“whoa, i never met someone who doesn’t eat the seeds.” you said, looking at her.
“she says because it’s soft food, and the seeds are hard. i dunno, i guess it’s.. nabi logic or something.” he waved his hand, leaving the topic.
“next, bread. always cut the bread crust off. it once poked her gums and she wouldn’t eat it since then.”
“i don’t like the crust either, so that’s not an issue.”
he looked at you weirdly, “the crust is the best part of a freshly baked bread.”
you shrugged, “i don’t like it.”
after a good 5 minutes long discussion about bread crust, jungkook lead you to a door. “and lastly, this is your room.”
you step inside, taking in the decor. it wasn’t much different from the other furnitures in the house, “it’s the guest room,” jungkook broke the silence.
you turned to him with a nod, “it’s really nice. thank you.”
“it used to be my office so there might be a few papers or folders in one of the drawers, just let me know if you find anything.”
“yeah, of course.”
“you can bring as many decorations as you want in here, i want you to feel the most comfortable. you can move in whenever, i won’t rush you.”
he saw the hesitation written on your face, and he panicked that he must have misunderstood the situation.
“or— you don’t have to move in obviously! i just thought you’d be with nabi from early hours to late afternoons, sometimes even nights therefor-“
he ranted, his eyes going everywhere in the room but your eyes, his hands in a fist next to his body. he was nervous, afraid he made a woman, — he made you uncomfortable.
“i understand, don’t worry. and i think i’ll just spend a few days a week. if that’s alright?”
“yeah!” his tone was more excited than he intended to be, he cleared his throat. “yeah that’s fine.”
you smiled at his clumsy behavior, your eyes looking around the room once again. “oh, i wanted to ask you something.” you turned to him.
“yeah?”
“the man, who was here before, does he come over a lot? i don’t want unexpected people to show up when i’m alone with nabi.”
“oh, taehyung. well yeah, a few days a week but he also has his own job, so don’t worry. and he knows i wouldn’t be here, so i doubt he’d come over.”
you nodded as he explained, walking out the room and heading to the living room, where nabi was still occupied.
“i could—“ jungkook started and he hurried in front of you, stopping you with his arms reached out. “i could write a list of names and their phone numbers about whom to trust and reach out to if i’m not available.”
“oh, that’d he helpful. thank you,” you smiled and jungkook got lost for a second, your lips looking wetter than they did a minute ago, shining beautifully.
“i have a very close friend of mine, her name is sasha.” you said and he got his attention back, looking at you dumbfounded as what you wanted to say.
“uh, like— if i ever go out with nabi, would it be a problem if sasha comes along with us?” your voice was uncertain, if he said no it would be damn embarrassing and awkward.
he hummed as he hesitated, scratching his head. “i mean i guess? you said she’s your friend, so i believe she’s not a serial killer..” he joked, or half joked, maybe didn’t even joke about it but you laughed and his shoulders relaxed.
“no, she’s not. she was my co-worker, i can give you her number if an emergency were to happen.”
“sure, that’d be nice.”
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the first week of taking care of nabi wasn’t so horrible, better than you expected. she was really calm, sometimes too calm and quiet. you didn’t think much about it, telling yourself she gotta get used to you.
one day she was sweet like an angel, asking to play dolls with her, “__! play barbie with me!” she didn’t ask, she commanded you to play it with her.
so you did, you sat down on the floor across her, holding another blonde barbie doll. it was going fine, until she— or more like her ‘barbie’ talked bad about your doll.
“ew! your dress is so not cool!” her tone was high pitched, you gasped. “oh my! that’s not so nice of you, nabi.”
“i didn’t say that, it was her!” she held up her doll.
you got lost in your thoughts that day, afraid she might grow up thinking it was fine to judge others’ appearance. you know that she’s aware it’s just games, but what if she thinks it’s just as fine to do that in real life as with dolls?
then some other days, she just wouldn’t say one single word to you. she would mumble a few ‘thank you’s when you give her juice or make food, but she wouldn’t ask you to play with her, go out for a walk, watch a show. nothing.
when you would be the one suggesting to go outside, she’d shake her head. “everything okay, sweetheart?” you asked when you walked from the kitchen to her, holding a plate of cookies.
she didn’t look up at you but she gave you nod, “i brought cookies. chocolate, the one you like.” you put it down but she completely ignored it, continuing to draw.
you watched her in silence, maybe you were the one doing something wrong? maybe your cookies aren’t tasty? maybe you said something that she misunderstood?
all the bad possibilities flew to your mind, stressing you out. you sat down on the couch, zoning out but not completely. you saw nabi move from the corner of your eye, she walked up to you with two dolls.
“you wanna play?”
…
she just shrugged, giving you the same doll she did the other day, which made you remember what she had said.
it started fine, she said some stuff about horses and playgrounds, but then it happened again. she randomly changed the topic, saying your doll’s hair was ugly and it’d be better to buzz it off.
you put the doll down, “nabi, don’t be so mean. you know you can’t say stuff like that, right?”
“you can’t say someone’s dress is not cool or their hair isn’t as pretty as yours. you might think it’s okay because these are just dolls, but no. treat them like you would treat a friend.”
“i have no friends.”
your heart sank. you never asked about friends, assuming she had them. what a disgusting thing you did. assume.
you felt horrible, ashamed. “i’m sorry angel.” you placed your hand on her small back, and that’s when the door opened.
jungkook walked in, looking a bit like a mess but the tiredness left him as soon as nabi ran to him. he smiled but then frowned, hearing her sobs.
you widened your eyes, confused why she was crying now. you stood up and jungkook stared at you, picking up his daughter. “what’s wrong?”
he asked her, but she gave him no reply. he looked at you again for answers but you shook your head, no idea what was going on with her. “ya, it’s fine, stop crying.” he kicked off his shoes and carried her to her bedroom.
you waited, patiently sitting on the couch.
“she’s okay?” you asked when he got back, plopping down next to you.
“yeah, but she wouldn’t tell me what happened.”
you stayed silent, staring at the turned off tv in front of you.
“did you.. say something to her?” he asked, trying to sound as polite as possible.
you snapped your head towards him, “no, nothing bad that i know of.”
“what did you talk about?”
“we were playing with her dolls and she started talking bad about my doll, for the second time this week. so, i told her it’s not nice and she shouldn’t do that. she needs to be nice, not judge the dolls.”
he listened carefully, resting his head on his arm.
“i told her to treat them like she would treat a friend. i didn’t know she doesn’t have friends..”
jungkook sighed, “she must say those things because some girls used to be rude to her at daycare. that’s why i got you instead, i don’t want her to be raised in a place like that.”
“i’m so sorry i brought that topic up in front of her, i should’ve acted like a mature person and think before saying anything— god, i feel awful.”
“you don’t have to, you didn’t know.”
“but i assumed..”
“so? that’s just how the brain works, social life and friends are normal and common, we assume everyone has them.”
he saw how much this affected you too, he scooted a little closer and placed his big hand on your shoulder. “don’t feel bad. she’s fine, she will be fine.”
you groaned, throwing your head back. “i know..”
he chuckled, noticing how exhausted you looked by the end of the week. “was she fine tho? how was your week with her? i hope she’s not too.. horrible to you.”
you shook your head, giving him a look then closing your eyes. “she’s fine. a little quiet but that shouldn’t be a bad thing, right?”
“right. better than a child who runs around yelling all day.”
“oh i hope that day never comes. i wouldn’t survive that.” silence fell in the room after a round of small laughing.
“you had lunch?” he asked you out of the sudden, looking at the clock. almost 5PM.
“yeah, i cooked her some of those dino nugg—“
“no, i meant, you. did you have lunch?”
oh. how embarrassing..!
“no, i didn’t.” you sighed, sitting up straight.
“come on, then.” he stood up, walking to the kitchen. you frowned, “what?”
“let’s eat.”
“it’s late, almost dinner time.”
“then, let’s eat dinner. call it whatever you want.” he shrugged, taking off his hoodie which he threw on the armchair when he walked past it.
“i can eat at home, it’s fine.”
“__.”
wow, there was something in his tone, commanding, strict. he stood in the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed, staring at you. he jerked his head towards the kitchen, signaling you to follow.
“please, eat with me. it’d be late when you get home, i don’t want you to cook at that hour. come on,”
his voice wasn’t aggressive nor loud, but yet it had a firmness, leaving no room for argument.
“also, it’s already getting dark. stay for tonight.”
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father figure
Pairing: Platonic!Tim Bradford x femme!rookie!reader
Requested Y/N: no this came from my own brain !!
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Use of y/n, yelling (standard TO Bradford style), domestic violence from a police perspective, light verbal sexual harrassment, mentioned vomitting, mentioned anxiety/nervousness, panic attacks, referenced/discussed past child abuse (emotional, with vague mentions of physical). Tim being a big ole softie (eventually).
Words: 5k+
Summary: How you went from being Tim Bradfords boot, to his unofficial kid.
this one got away from me a lot and has not been proofread!😭 enjoy! feedback is fuel.
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“Officer Y/l/n, you’re assigned to Sergeant Bradford.” Sergeant Grey was standing at the front of roll call, having just asked you to introduce yourself to your new coworkers. It was your first day as a rookie at Mid-Wilshire, and your stomach was alive with nerves.
“Yes, sir.” You responded, sitting back in your chair.
“Alright everyone, you’re dismissed,” Grey continued, “Stay safe out there.”
Immediately, Sergeant Bradford was out of his seat and walking towards you, his face stony. You’d been warned about him by a… Officer Chen? You couldn’t really remember her name. Still, she’d warned you about his ‘Tim Tests’ and gruff demeanour. It wasn’t helping your nerves.
“Boot! Let’s go.” Bradford snapped, gesturing you over with a flick of two fingers. You smoothed your uniform and walked over. You forced a smile onto your face, wanting to make a good impression.
“Sir, I’m-,” you started.
“Save it, boot.” Sergeant Bradford cut you off. “You will address me as only Bradford, Sergeant Bradford or Sir. Is that understood?”
You nodded, the nerves settling comfortably in your stomach. Bradford was clearly not planning to calm your worries. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Go grab the warbags and meet me at the shop.” Bradford nodded his head vaguely in the direction of the supply room, and you hurried off to prepare the war bags. The last thing you needed was to make a bad impression on someone who was already making you nervous.
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Tim watched you hurriedly walk to the war room to set up. As he watched you go, Angela Lopez approached.
“So, what do you think of the new blood?” Lopez asked, gesturing (albeit unnecessarily) behind you.
“Too soon to say.” Tim replied, crossing his arms as he turned to Angela.
“Come on, Bradford, you always know right away.” Angela pushed, nudging Tim’s side.
Tim couldn’t deny that. He had a knack for knowing whether someone would be a good fit for policework – it was why he was an excellent TO.
Still, he paused, considering. “She’s… eager.” He hedged. It was true, to a degree. You did seem eager. But he could tell there was something more bubbling under the surface.
“Uh huh.” Lopez grinned, “Don’t be a total dick today, yeah?”
Tim glanced over his shoulder just as you walked out of the storeroom carrying the war bags. “No promises.”
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Office Chen had been right. Sergeant Bradford was extremely intimidating. You’d graduated third at the Academy, and you knew you were good (well, competent at least), but some part of you was still constantly second guessing. Maybe it was Bradford’s height and build, or his permanently pissed off energy but an hour into your shift and you were scared. Not of him (not really), but of what’d happen when you inevitably screwed up. You’d tried to chat initially, but it hadn’t gone down well.
“So. Why do you want to be a cop?” Bradford asked as he pulled off West Olympic.
After an hour of near-silence, since Bradford had firmly proclaimed that the shop was a personal-life-free zone, the question surprised you. “Is that a trick question?”
“No. If I’m going to train you, I need to know why you’re in this car.” Bradford didn’t even look at you as he drove, instead scanning the streets around you.
You looked out your window for a moment. It wasn’t exactly an easy question to answer. Not without revealing way more about yourself then you wanted to on your first shift. Then you wanted too ever, really. “Um.” You swallowed. “I know it’s… basic, but I want to help people.” You hedged. “People who don’t have anyone else to-.”
The shop screeched to a halt, and you were suddenly cut off by Bradford yelling: “I’VE BEEN SHOT! WHERE ARE YOU, BOOT?”
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck- you didn’t know. “Um…” You looked around, trying desperately to find a street sign, or some clue as to where you were. After a few more seconds, you heard Bradford scoff.
“Now I’m dead. It’s your fault.” He didn’t even look mad. Just completed blank. That was almost more nerve racking.
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” You started, hating the way your voice shook.
“Not good enough, Boot!” Tim’s voice was loud and sharp, cutting through the silence of the shop. “Apologies don’t save lives, rookie. Get out.”
Your stomach dropped. “What?”
“I said get out and walk, boot. You can get back in when you know where you are.”
In that moment, you knew you’d ruined it. This had been your chance to be a cop, and less than two hours in, you’d already fucked it up. You got out of the shop, walking along side it. Hoping Bradford didn’t notice how your legs had shaken as you left. You wouldn’t let yourself be upset by this. Bradford was just doing his job, you were perfectly safe. From him, anyway.
Still, when you finally got back in the shop, you didn’t talk again. All your focus went towards scanning your surroundings.
---
Your legs had shaken when you got out of the car. It was subtle, but Tim had noticed it. Unbidden, a touch of guilt settled in his stomach. He honestly hadn’t meant to frighten you. It was just a Tim Test – he didn’t need (nor want) you to be scared. It was hardly conducive to training a good rookie.
What bothered him most, though, is your complete silence the rest of the day. You’d been annoying chatty the first twenty odd minutes of your shift (until Tim had, in traditional Bradford fashion, banned any sort of personal talk), but since getting back in the car, you’d stuck strictly to ‘yes, sir’s and ‘no, sir’s. It had been… unnerving.
Tim didn’t like changing his training style. After all, after half a dozen rookies, he liked to think that he’d perfected his TO methods. Everyone knew that he was an exceptional training officer. The only people he ever made exceptions for were veterans like him. But the thought of scaring you every time he yelled made his stomach drop in an unpleasant way. You’d been so eager when you’d first gotten in the shop – nervous, sure, but eager. And you were so, so young. You reminded him of himself in a way.
In the way you’d immediately changed he’d yelled, which even Tim could admit would’ve been… slightly scary. And that change had implications, ones Tim didn’t like. He especially didn’t like the implication of what that made him to you. A threat. So he’d never mention it, but he did quietly resolve to adjust – adjust, not change – the way he made sure you learnt what you needed too.
---
A few weeks into your training and Sergeant Bradford had significantly lowered on your rating of ‘scary people I know.’ While he was still harsh, and quick to criticise, he’d never shown you that cold, disappointment-infused yelling that he had on your first shift. It’d made it a lot easier for you to get comfortable around him, and you’d almost immediately started breaking the ‘no personal talk in the shop’ rule.
“Anyway, then she said that I was the one who needed to check my attitude. I mean can you believe that? Me? Having an attitude?” You said, watching your surroundings (you hadn’t forgotten your first Tim Test) as you rambled about some woman you’d run into grocery shopping.
At your comment, Bradford simply side-eyed you. He did that a lot, you were realising.
“Rude. That’s rude.” You said in response to the side eye. “It gets worse, though. She had the audacity-.”
Bradford held up a hand, cutting you off. “Boot.”
You turned, “Yes, sir?”
“Stop. Talking.”
You shut your mouth, but that was mostly to hold back a slight laugh. Bradfords hands were wrapped around the steering wheel, but they weren’t white like they were when you really needed to shut up. (You’d always been observant.)
“But this is the best part of the story.” You pressed.
“Boot, I swear to god-.” Before Bradford could issue whatever threat, he planned too, someone’s voice crackled over the radio.
“7-Adam-100, we have a domestic call at 4195 Clover Drive. Neighbours reported shouting.”
Tim’s face hardened. He glanced briefly at you, and you knew, even without a mirror, that your face had paled a shade. You’d been lucky so far to not have to deal with any DV calls. Guess that luck was over.
“7-Adam-100, show us responding, Code 6.”
Tim floored the breaks a little harder than he objectively needed too.
You could hear the yelling as soon as you pulled into Clover Drive. It was distinctly male, the words harsh and clear, and coming from a house halfway down the street.
It was an effort to clear your head.
“What’s the procedure for a domestic call, boot?” Asked Bradford as you switched off your sirens and approached the house.
You swallowed, “Um. Get inside the house to assess any damage. Separate the assumed predominant aggressor from the presumed victim or any children if possible. If there doesn’t appear to be violence, there isn’t much we can do, though.”
Bradford nodded tightly. “Good. I’ll take lead on this one.”
“Yes, sir.”
You knocked on the front door as Bradford called out, alerting the occupants to the polices presence. The yelling stopped immediately.
“Is there a problem, Officer?” Asked a man, probably in his forties. You and Bradford pushed your way into the house as you spoke with him. There was water spilt across the countertop, and a girl in her early teens standing in the kitchen. Her face was tear-streaked, but she appeared unharmed.
“We got reports of yelling from this area, sir.” Came Bradford’s voice from behind you. Your head was starting to spin as memories flooded back to you: late nights, angry words, the occasional smashed plate. Or worse.
You didn’t hear what the man (you assumed he was the girl father) said in response. The teen was watching you and Tim with wide eyes, shaking her head. She rubbed her wrist absentmindedly, and if you weren’t so stuck in your own head, you would’ve thought to ask to see if she was injured. You turned to her father and vaguely registered that he was wearing a wife beater under his button up. Ironic.
“Let’s go, boot.” Bradford snapped, beckoning you over. His jaw was set, and he obviously didn’t believe whatever the man had said. Your head felt like it was underwater as you walked out of the house, and your stomach turned. Memories flooded your head.
Bradford was grumbling under his breath, something about hating the laws around DV in California, when he noticed you stumble towards the bushes outlining the road.
“You good, boot?” He asked, frowning something.
You nodded frantically, “Mmhm… fine, si-.” The ‘sir’ was cut off by the sound of you throwing up in the bushes. You hadn’t eaten since breakfast, so nothing really came out, but still you dry heaved, clutching your stomach.
“Shit, Y/l/n, are you okay?” Instantly, Tim was at your side, one hand on your back. You nodded vaguely, gesturing for a drink of water. He almost ran to get it. When you could finally breathe, and had swallowed nearly half a litre of water, he asked,
“Jesus, boot, what the hell was that?”
“I’m fine.” You insisted, not wanting to get into some conversation about your past: Bradford wasn’t the understanding type. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Like hell it’s not.” Bradford snapped, guiding you back to the shop. His words were harsh, but his touch gentle. A strange combination, but one that left you feeling comforted. “Listen, boot, if you’ve got something that’s going to make you react to scenes like that, I need to know. Now.”
You shook your head frantically, refusing to open up. As much as you were starting to trust Bradford, you weren’t ready to give him that information. Not when he was the age he was, the build he was, holding so much authority over you
“It’s fine, sir. I swear. It won’t happen again.” You repeated, and you meant it. It wouldn’t happen again.
Tim surveyed you for a moment, watching the guarded expression in your eyes. It was one he recognised, having seen it in his reflection countless times after teachers asked about a suspicious bruise. It was for that reason he relented, though he fully intended to bring it up again. “Fine. But if have something you need to tell me… you can, kid.”
“Yes, sir.”
---
More time passed, and even though you still refused to open about your childhood to Tim (how do you even have that conversation?), you were starting to rely on him.
It was inevitable, you supposed. Unrequited, but inevitable. After all, he was in his mid-forties, an authority figure, admittedly a bit of a dick, but you were gradually (ever so gradually) starting to see a slightly gentler side of him. So of course you looked up to him. You had daddy issues, okay?
It wasn’t a crush. You knew that for sure. You’d half expected it to be, but it wasn’t. Instead, it was a healthy dose of admiration, paired with a slightly-less-healthy dose of please god be proud of me. But that was fine. It was entirely reasonable given he was your TO. You hoped.
---
“You’re under arrest for attempted grand theft auto and possession of illicit substances,” you said, hooking handcuffs around some criminal’s wrists. He’d been a pain in the ass to catch, and you could already feel a bruise blooming across your jaw from his escape attempts. Bradford had, predictably, been unhelpful in the arrest, instead opting to analyse your fighting technique as you’d taken the crook down. He’d even cracked a rare ‘good job’ smile as you’d put the cuffs on.
You pushed the perp against your shop, already halfway through the Miranda Rights: “You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights?”
The thief mumbled slightly, and you nodded to Tim to take him off your hands. The second your hands were off him, however, he started complaining. Loudly.
“Aw, come on man. If you’re gonna arrest me, at least let the lady cop throw me ‘round.” He said, looking over his shoulder to grin at you. You scrunched your nose. It wasn’t the first time a suspect had hit on you, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“Nothin’? Dude, you gotta… I ain’t going to jail without gettin’ to feel some sweet lady cop ti-! Ow! The hell was that for?”
Tim scowled, hitting the suspect over the back of the head a second time for good measure (or something). “Get your eyes off Officer Y/l/n. You’re not fit to look at her.” He shoved the perp into your shop, rougher than was strictly necessary, and you couldn’t help the slight smile that crept onto your face.
“Really?” You asked, slipping into the shop’s passenger seat.
“What? You got a problem, boot?” Tim said, his voice flat. You just chuckled and shook your head.
“No problem, sir.”
---
The silence in the shop was unbearable. It was almost lunch, and you’d scarcely said a word all day. You were preoccupied replaying your conversation with your parents from the night before over and over in your head, trying to figure out how them coming over for dinner had dissolved into fighting so quickly.
“You good, boot?” Tim asked after a particularly long stretch of quiet. “Usually I can’t get you to shut up, but you’ve barely said a word today.”
You nodded quickly, forcing yourself to focus. “I’m fine, sir. Sorry. Just tired. Besides, not personal talk in the shop, right?”
“When have you ever followed that rule? You sure you’re good, boot? Because if something’s going on that’ll affect your performance, I need to know.”
“Nothing’s going on. Sir.” You knew the words sounded thin, but what were you going to do? Complain about your parents?
Tim glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “Uh-huh. In that case, what colour was the Lexus we just passed?”
Shit. You hadn’t been paying attention to your surroundings, too lost in your own thoughts. “Uh… silver?”
Another side eye, this one harsher than the last. “There was no Lexus. It was a Camry. And for the record, boot, it was blue.”
“I…” You didn’t really have a defence.
“Seriously, kid. What is going on?”
“Nothing.” You said, and you had to admit, you sounded like a kid. “I just. Had my parents over last night, and it didn’t… go great.”
Instantly, Tim was on edge. He wasn’t proud of the reaction, of the way his stomach instinctively dropped. He knew, he knew, that his version of ‘it didn’t go great’ with family wasn’t the same as most people’s. But this was you. You who’d thrown up at your first DV call, even without any violence. You who’d completely shut down after being yelled at.
Which is why he couldn’t help the immediate questions if: “Are you hurt?”
You tensed. Why would he ask that? “No,” you replied, “I’m not hurt.” It was true, technically. You hadn’t been hit since you were fifteen. And even then, it’d been rare.
Tim’s eyes flicked over you, trying to find a lie. “What happened?” He asked, and his voice had a weird gentleness that made you feel... strange.
You swallowed. Shrugged. “My parents came over for dinner. I did something, I don’t really know what, ‘n pissed my father off.” Your explanation was purposeful vague, but you could help but add: “He broke my favourite mug, which really pissed me off. It’s my apartment, you know? He’s not supposed to be able to break my shit anymore.” A long pause, your father’s furious insults running through your head. “He didn’t like it when I told him that.”
Tim nodded slightly, knowing exactly what you were suggesting. “He insult you?”
“Nothing I haven’t heard before.” Despite your cool delivery, the words stung. You looked away, out the window, feeling tears prick at your eyes. You didn’t like talking about this, especially not with Tim. Just because you viewed him as... something, didn’t mean he thought of you ask anything more than a rookie he had to train. A burden.
“I’m sorry, kid.” Tim said, assessing you carefully. “I know what that feels like.”
“You do?” You looked at Tim, curious, and instantly regretted it. The tears welling in your eyes were all too obvious now.
“Yeah. My dad was like that too. I got slapped around my fair share.” Tim’s words were clipped. He clearly also wasn’t fond of talking about his childhood.
“Oh.” What else could you say?
“Listen, boot. I know it’s rough. And you don’t deserve it. But you’re not whatever he says you are, okay?”
You sniffled, hastily wiping your eyes. “Yeah. I know.”
Tim nodded tersely. “Good.” There was a small moment, where Tim placed a hand on your shoulder, and you felt like things might actually be okay. Like you might actually have someone. Then, “Come on, boot. We’ve got six hours of shift left. You gonna focus now?”
---
Tim kept an eye on you the rest of the day. He’d known there was a bit of him in you, but the parallels between your childhoods made his heart crack.
He could see the countless untold stories behind your eyes, ones he’d undoubtedly heard before. And the way you’d tensed when he asked if you were hurt... you hadn’t been hit last night, but you had been before.
He really had tried to not get attached.
And look. He knew you looked up to him. He’d seen the way you preened at praise, the shaky look over to him after making a decision, waiting for his nod of approval, regardless of how confident you were in the decision. He’d tried not to encourage it – limiting praise, refusing to approve your decisions unless you did first. It wasn’t good for a rookie to get that attached to their TO, not when they were only partners for a year. It was especially not good for them to view them as some sort of parental figure. More importantly, Tim Bradford didn’t get attached to his boots.
But goddammit it. The look in your eyes when he’d told you about his dad? It made him abandon all the principles he thought he held so strongly. He’d always wanted a kid, after all.
---
“Does anyone know what day it is today?” Sergeant Grey asked from the front of the roll call room.
You groaned internally. Of course he had to announce it to the whole it room.
A few rows behind you, Officer Chen perked up, grinning, you were sure, at Bradford.
“The day Officer Y/l/n takes her six month exam.” She said.
Cheers and whistles filled the room and you almost buried your head in your hands.
“Boot!” Tim called out. You turned to look at him. “I’ll take it as a personal insult if you don’t get more than a 93 on this exam.”
Great. Like you weren’t stressed enough about the exam already. “Yes, sir.”
As Grey tried to calm the room down, you swallowed, focusing on calming your breathing. You knew what you were doing. You just had to not disappoint Tim. Not forget everything. Not be a total fucking failure.
No pressure, right?
---
Three days later, and you were back in roll call. Grey had written three numbers on the white board. An 84. A 91. And a 95. Your stomach dropped at the sight of the 91 and the 84. Of course you’d failed. Of course. Why hadn’t you worked harder? You’d been a straight A student in high school, and university, why was this different?
“Can anyone guess which of these belongs to Officer Y/l/n?” Grey asked the room. Various answers were shouted out, most leaning towards the 95, until Grey cut them off and said: “The 91. Good work, Officer.”
You could only nod, your head already pounding. You’d failed. Not really, not truly, but enough. And Tim. What would he do?
You didn’t notice everyone leave the room. Didn’t notice Tim approach you, not until he was practically having to shout in your face.
“Boot? Boot! Y/l/n!” The sound of your name, paired with Tim waving a hand in your face, snapped you back to reality.
“Yes, sir?” Your voice had an almost unnoticeable tension to it. A shake. Please, please don’t be mad.
“Let’s go, boot. Why aren’t you getting the war bags?” Tim asked, completely ignoring your test results.
Completely ignoring your test results? What? Why wasn’t he yelling, reaming you out for disappointing him? He’d been very clear with his expectations and he’d never been one to let you down gently if you did something wrong.
“Sir?” You asked, confused.
“What is it, boot?” Tim asked, exasperated. You should’ve been on the road by now. Wait, where you okay...? Your eyes were wide. Almost afraid.
“Why aren’t you mad?”
“What? Why would I be mad-..? Oh.” Tim looked down at you, his face softening as he recalled what he’d said before your test. What you’d told him about your past. “About your test? No, kid, I’m not mad. I was screwing with you when I said you needed to get a 93. A 91 is an excellent result, boot “
“Oh.” You said quietly, looking away sheepishly. Of course he wasn’t mad. This was Tim.
Tim looked at you like you were an idiot, but somehow, you didn’t feel stupid or insulted. “Yeah, oh. You’re not a disappointment, kid. Not to me. Now hurry up and get the war bags sorted.” Tim clapped you on the shoulder as he sent you on your way, and you couldn’t help but think that this was what a father was supposed to be like.
---
“Red or black?” You asked Tim during one shift a month or so later. It was a random question, but you wanted his opinion.
Tim glanced at you. “As concepts, or…?”
“As dress colours.” You elaborated, before hesitantly adding, “I have a date.”
The shop skidded to a stop. “Woah, woah. You have a date? When? With who?” Tim was turning instantly, all his attention on you.
You bit back a laugh. “Tonight. With a boy. Jacob. And I don’t know what to wear.”
Tim frowned. “Where did you meet this ‘Jacob?’” He couldn’t help the protective instinct. The last time one of his rookies went on a date, she got kidnapped. And you weren’t Lucy (he wasn’t in love with you) but he did… care.
“At a bookshop. Calm your farm, Bradford. It’s one date. You really pulling the protective dad card right now?” You smirked, watching the slight red colour Tim’s face.
“I- no. I’m not pulling a card, boot. I’m just… curious.” Tim spluttered, not wanting to admit that he was definitely acting like a protective dad.
“Uh huh. He’s a good guy, Sarge. He’s funny, and sweet, and I actually like him.” You said, as if the concept of actually liking a guy was foreign. It had admittedly been a while since you went on a date. “So, red or black?” You repeated, crossing your arms. Your cheeks were the tiniest bit pink.
Tim glared from the corner of his eye. “Black.”
“Thank you.”
In signature Bradford fashion, Tim huffed and simply said, “For the record, I still don’t like this whole ‘date’ thing, boot.”
---
The date was a success. So much of a success, in fact, that three dates later, Jacob came to pick you up after work the next day. It was adorable, and he showed up with fresh flowers and a planned date, and it would’ve been perfect, if you hadn’t been leaving the station with Officer Bradford.
The same Bradford who’d been demanding more information about “this Jacob person” ever since you’d first mentioned a date.
So, while you were excited about the date, you weren’t thrilled at seeing Jacob stand in front of you, levelled by one of Tim’s many practiced glares.
“Who are you?” Tim asked, crossing his arms. He knew exactly who he was.
“I’m Jacob…?” Your boyfriend said hesitantly, trying to figure out why the man in front of him was staring at him so intimidatingly.
You winced and jumped in quickly. “Jake, this is Tim. My TO?”
Recognition clicked quickly in Jacob’s eyes. He instantly stuck out a hand to Tim, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Uh huh.” Tim raked his eyes over Jacobs outstretched hand, but didn’t shake it. “You got a last name, Jacob?”
“Anderson.” Jacob supplied immediately, lips twitching faintly in amusement.
“What do you do, Anderson? If you say screenwriter, you’re going in a cell.”
Jacob chuckled. “I’m a teacher, sir.” Tim didn’t look impressed, but he didn’t look totally disgusted either. Which, to you, was a win.
“Is this the part where you tell me not to hurt Y/n?” Jacob asked with a barely contained grin.
Tim glowered. “Yes. In fact, consider this your one and only warning. Hurt her, and I’ll find a way to make you spend the rest of your life in a cell.” Tim crossed his arms over his chest, and God you were glad he’d never given you that look before.
Pitying your partner, you jumped in and placed yourself between the two most important men in your life. “Oookay, Bradford, chill. We’re going to go now. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay, sir?”
“Uh-huh. See you tomorrow, Boot.” Tim’s words came out tense, and he didn’t take his eyes off you until you were well out of the carpark.
---
The day had arrived. You’d officially been a police officer for an entire year. You weren’t a rookie anymore.
It was everything you’d dreamed of it being.
“Finally, congratulations to Officer Y/l/n for completing the FTO program and surviving her rookie year. Welcome, officially, to the team, Y/l/n.” Grey walked over to you, shaking your hand proudly. “Good work, kid.”
“Thank you, sir.” You beamed, returning the handshake. Grey dismissed the rest of roll call, and you walked out of the room. You could barely make it a few steps without someone grabbing you, hugging you or congratulating you in some way. You’d never been happier.
You reached the edge of the room and were met with Sergeant Bradford, a rare smile on his face.
“Congratulations, Y/l/n.” He said, reaching out a hand.
“Don’t even try.” You said, knocking his hand out of the way and pulling him into a hug. It was unprofessional, you knew, but you couldn’t help it. Aside from your boyfriend, Tim had managed to become one of the most important people in your life over the past year.
Tim froze for a moment, but gently returned the hug, patting your back a couple times. You thought you heard Harper snicker from across the room. You definitely heard Lucy say the word ‘Dadford.’ She wasn’t… entirely wrong. You had found a father in Tim. Maybe one day he’d even admit it – in actual words, not just actions. You still laughed every time you thought about his interrogation of Jacob when they’d first met.
You pulled back and only then did you shake Tim’s hand. “Thank you, sir. For everything.”
Tim nodded, the smile lines by his eyes crinkling. “You’re welcome… Y/n. I’m proud of you, kid.”
You smiled softly and forced yourself to only say, “Have a good shift… Tim,” before hurrying away. But as you got into your shop (your shop, for the first time), you didn’t stop a few happy tears from falling.
---
You were nervous. It was your second time riding with Tim since graduating the FTO program and you were nervous. It had nothing to do with riding with Tim, however, and everything to do with what you were going to ask him.
“Tim?” You asked, hesitant.
“Yeah, Y/l/n?”
“I have to tell you something.” You fiddled with your left hand nervously, already missing the weight on your finger.
Instantly, Tim was softening and frowning, “Are you okay, kid?”
“Yes! Yeah, I’m okay.” This time you actually meant it. “I have news, though.”
“Oh?” Tim turned to you for a second, before looking back at the road. “What is it?”
You swallowed, and then, “Jacob asked me to marry him. I said yes.”
Tim had finally come around to Jacob a few months ago. Little did you know, but Jacob had actually asked Tim’s permission before proposing. You’d told him once about how you wished you had a father that you still spoke to, just for that reason. Jacob had known Tim was the next best thing.
Tim smiled widely, “Congratulations, Y/n. I’ll be expecting an invite to the wedding.”
“Actually, I wanted to ask you about that.” This was where the nervousness was coming in. You were pretty sure the butterflies in your stomach had reached your lungs too.
“What is it?” Tim tilted his head slightly.
“Will you walk me down the aisle?” Tim froze, shocked. You quickly rambled on, as you so often did when nervous, “You don’t have to, I just-.. I don’t talk to my bio dad, and you’re the closest thing I have to a father, and it would mean a lot to me, and-.”
“Relax, Y/l/n,” Tim cut you off with a smile. “I would be honoured to walk you down the aisle.”
The smile on your face then was the third biggest you’d ever smiled. The first had been when you’d graduated the FTO program, and the second when Jacob had proposed. But this… this was an entirely different feeling. This was the feeling of your whole life, finally working out. You had a career, a fiancé, and now, a father. A real one, who never insulted you or made you feel worthless.
What more could you ask for?
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Aerith had to swallow back her emotions. It was mostly shock, and ice cold feeling that would have to thaw before she could sort out what she truly felt... but not even that was being granted, not truly. Her shock wide eyes shifted between the Lucian King and her mother.
Wed today? That was... in that moment her eyes did all the screaming that her voice could not. It horrified her, in a way. She was getting exactly what she wanted but it was all... wrong.
"Mother?" she asked the Queen directly, knowing there would be softness even in this. "We can't... I mean... that isn't enough time, it wouldn't be... complete." What she wanted to say was that it wouldn't be real.
Ifalna did indeed soften. "It will be complete, my darling girl. Your union will be witnessed by the Gods, and the Lifestream. I promise you that. After the war, we will make every blessing, honour every tradition, but in the eyes of our families and the divine, you will be married today."
Aerith stuttered out a hopeless little sound. The beginnings of a complaint, though her eyes lowered, as did her head. This wouldn't be happening if it wasn't dire. And so with a nod, she kept her gaze on the floor.
"As such, we must take our leave. It is time to make our preparations." The Queen informed, not unkindly — however rotten it felt otherwise.
Aerith hesitated a moment before she dipped in a respectful bow to her future father-in-law. Then she turned to Somnus, unable to even meet him in his eyes as she dipped again, a gesture of her respect, and of her new place. She was to honour and obey his wishes from this day on...
And just like that, she was being led with her mother's arm around her for guidance. As they were walking out, her brother asked for her and took a few steps, but her mother gave a tense shake of her head while her father pulled him to his side to behave.
It should have been light and airy... shouldn't it?... To prepare for a wedding, even a private one under the veil of shadows. But she had an awful feeling about it now. Things were skipped. Rushed. More time was spent braiding her hair into the traditional style of a bride than she cared for, when she would rather pray at the alter of the ancients, or receive her blessings of good fortune from a lifespring. Instead it felt forced and hollow in a way.
Like they were pretending at something. Like... their feelings couldn't tie into it. How could they, when they were starting on the wrong foot now?
There weren't lavish decorations. There wasn't even a temple, the need for secrecy was so urgent. Instead it all took place in the very halls where they had eavesdropped on their futures. It was almost ironic to end up there now.
Her family stood on one side. His family on the other. Royal houses about to unite in a whisper that would detonate a war with the self-named dragon King.
Aerith wore a long, flowing tunica recta in white. Her head was adorned by a simple tiara that looked more like a dainty flower crown dipped in gold. It was her favourite, one she hadn't even known was packed away, but that had probably been a secret too.
It felt like a long walk. She was guided by her mother, the echoes of their footsteps echoing louder than the waves crashing, at least that was how it felt. At the end of that long walk, the Queen passed her hand to Prince Somnus, a symbolic gesture of handing over a daughter.
From there, she stepped up with Somnus to the priest and priestess guiding their blended ceremony. Then she turned to her husband-to-be, eyes lowered to where they stood with both hands gently linked. She was tense, and she could feel the weight of duty on her shoulders. He must have felt it too, if not more... it was him, about to be ripped from his home...
Somnus had expected a lot of different outcomes. But not this.
Not the appendage to the bigger announcement. That Aerith would marry him – there was a feeling in his chest as if his heart learned to soar the skies. And yet Queen Ifalna’s next words shot it out of the heights like an arrow would pierce a hawk.
He could feel Aerith’s eyes on him, though he stared at his father at all of this. No. No, that was not right.
Taking a step forward, Somnus gestured wide as he raised his voice: “Pater, that is not just. I am not a son of the Cetran bloodline, I am-“
His words were cut short with one harsh gesture of the King and Somnus could see the patience on his father’s face immediately wearing thin. He was angry. He probably had fought valiant worded battles against the Cetran monarchs, against the Queen at his side who so gracefully delivered this devastating message to her daughter. The Lucian King had gotten the upper hand in these debates. The farmlands were cornered, otherwise Somnus had no explanation as to how Aerith’s parents could have allowed this to happen.
“Enough, Somnus. Know your place. You will serve Lucis and you do so by becoming the farmland’s king. Until then you will join them in their lands, learn their customs, their culture, their lives, so you will serve your future people well. You will take part of our armies with you already to defend the farmlands against Jacob. And you will prove yourself worthy. I expect nothing less from you.”
It was clear that no arguments were allowed. Not at all. Somnus could only lower his head, take that half step back, so he was beside Aerith again.
What was she thinking? She must feel so betrayed. By her parents. By the Lucians. By him.
I had no idea, please… believe me.
Would she ever buy these words from him?
Though they would not even get a chance to digest any of this and talk about it. The King continued the plans laying ahead.
“Time is a luxury we do not have. Rumours travel fast and we already lost a day to yesterday’s tragedy. Jacob must not know of this union before it is solidified. You will be wed today, in a private ceremony with just your families as witnesses. Come tomorrow, you will travel back to the farmlands. There will be no discussions of this, it has been decided by Queen Ifalna and me.”
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I Had Some Help (Evan Buckley x Fem!Reader)
summary: 3 times Buck comes to your rescue, 1 time you come to his
word count: 3618
warnings/tags: alcohol consumption, reader wears a long skirt, reader walking alone at night while drunk, injuries and blood (scraped knees, head injury), car crash, stuck in elevator, Buck’s parents and their behavior (unspecified), suggestive ending
note: pics found on google
Buck had just stepped out of his apartment complex, staring down at his phone as he waited for an Uber.
He was supposed to be meeting the team for dinner and drinks when he noticed you stumbling past him in a hurry. You quietly sang along to a song playing from your phone speaker.
His brows furrowed and he looked around. He watched as your feet crossed one over the other as you walked in a zig zag.
He sensed and saw that something wasn’t right so he decided to go after you, offer some help.
You’d noticed him when you passed but chose to ignore his existence, just trying to get home. You’d unfortunately drank a bit too much to drive home safely, but not enough to forget where you lived.
You heard footsteps behind you and took a quick peek over your shoulder. You made eye contact with the man and saw him open his mouth.
Before he could get anything out, you started jogging. “Hey!”
“Hey yourself asshole!” You shout back, tripping over your feet and tumbling to the ground. “Fuck!” Your phone clashes to the ground and your knees skid on the concrete.
“Are you alright?” Buck asks, kneeling beside you.
“Get away you pervert!” You yell, shooing him away.
“I’m- I’m not a pervert!” He says incredulously. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“Do I look okay buddy?” You bark at him. He throws his hands up and stands up, taking a step back.
“Can I take a look at your knees?”
“Why so you can see up my skirt? Ow.” You wince as you try to stand. Tears line your eyes but you refuse to cry in front of this man.
“I’m not a pervert.” He reassures. “I’m a firefighter.”
“Where’s your uniform then?”
“I’m off duty.” He smiles, “look, let me just walk you home.”
“I’ll be fine. Please go about your night. Thank you for checking on me.” You let out a small groan as you get to your feet, pushing against the floor. You fix your skirt, the edges brushing your ankles and the front clinging to your burning knees.
“I have a first aid-“
“I am not going up to your apartment with-“
“I really don’t understand why you think I’m a perv. I’m just trying to be helpful.” He sighs. “I’ll bring the kit down and clean your knees and you’ll be on your way.”
“That sounds okay, I guess. Yes, thank you.” You nod and lean against a lamp post. “Please hurry.”
Buck nods triumphantly before running up to his apartment. He pulls his phone out and cancels his Uber. He texts the group that he’s running late.
Minutes later he exits the building again and looks around. He finds you halfway down the street. Buck’s glad he is fast, not as fast as Eddie of course.
You startle as his figure approaches. “Why’d you leave?”
“You were taking too long.” You shrug.
“I barely took 5 minutes.” He shakes his head. “Here, take a seat on those stairs.”
You comply and slam yourself onto the steps. You stretch your legs out and pull your skirt just above your knees.
“So, you’re really a firefighter?”
“Yeah, for a few years now.” He opens the box and sets it beside you as he pulls his pants up a bit to bend down. He rests his knees on the steps beside your legs.
“I’m sorry for being such a jerk to you.” You sniffle and look to your lap. “Bit of a rough night.”
“And it only got rougher.” He laughs as he pulls an alcohol pad from the box. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I shouldn’t have approached you like I did.”
You shake your hand, waving him off. “I wasn’t even supposed to drink this much or walk home alone. I got into a fight with my best friend at the bar. She’s just driving me crazy with her on again and off again boyfriend.”
“And I’m assuming you told her how crazy she is driving you. This is going to sting a bit.” He warns as he opens the pad and begins cleaning your wounds.
“Ow.” You wince and he lets out a soft sorry. “Yeah, I told her that she should either let him go or stay with him and shut the fuck up about it. I’m so sick of hearing about him.”
Buck reaches for two big square bandaids. “She’ll eventually come to her senses. I’ve been in a fight with my best friend before and I was the one that needed to come to my senses.”
You nod as you watch him carefully place the bandaids on your knees. “All good?”
“All good.” He smiles and exhales a breath as he stands. “Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home? It’s getting pretty late.”
“No, I think I’ll be fine. The floor isn’t spinning as much as before.” You throw your skirt down and use the railing to stand up. Your knees ache and you wobble on your feet as you descend the few steps. “Thank you, for being so patient and kind.”
“It’s really no problem.” He snaps the box shut. “I’d feel better if I walked you. Don’t want you to fall again.”
“You’re persistent.” You smile, the first time that night.
“I’d like to think I’m persuasive.” He smirks.
“Weren’t you on your way out when we first saw each other? Did I completely ruin your plans?”
“Already told my friends I’d be late. What’s a few more minutes?” He bends his arm and holds it out for you.
You hook your arm around his and guide him toward your apartment building. You make small talk about your jobs and he even tells you about his plans for tomorrow with his niece.
You suddenly stop and point to your complex. “This is me.”
“Oh…” He nods, stepping away from you, disappointment evident in voice.
“I really appreciate your help…”
“Buck.”
“Buck.” You smile. “Short for?”
“Oh! Evan Buckley.” He rubs the back of his neck.
“Well it was nice meeting you, Buck. Get home safe.” You wave and walk into your building. Buck watches as you head into the elevator, the moment you turn around and meet his eyes, you bite your lip and look down. The doors close and he smiles to himself before shaking his head and pulling out his phone to call for his ride.
Several days later, Buck can’t get you out of his head. He realized he never even got your name. The small interaction you had left a big imprint on him. Your smile, even though he had only seen it just before you parted, reeled him in.
He knows where you live but not your apartment. He knows if he tries to find you, he’d definitely be living up the name you called him when you first met. He sighs and resigns to believing he’d never see you again.
The 118 had been called to a traffic collision in a residential neighborhood. Maddie dispatched them, informing them of a 6 car crash.
Bobby barks out orders as he shuts the door behind him. Eddie and Buck head to the side of the engine to get tools for extraction and rescue while Hen and Chim check the drivers.
One car, a silver Mazda, theorized to be the one at fault, struck a black truck in the intersection. Two cars attempting to get out of the way had swerved and hit another two cars. One of them being yours. You don’t remember much after your rear end was hit and you were pushed into a stop sign.
“Ma’am! Ma’am, can you hear me?” Chim yells from your passenger seat.
Your head rests against the steering wheel as your vision blurs and your head throbs. You’re slouched over the air bag and groggy with confusion.
“Ma’am, LAFD. You’ve been in a car accident.” Bobby says from the drivers side door. He’s already attempted to open the door with no such luck. The window is down which gives him access to atleast communicate with you.
“What?” You lift your head and groan, finally coming to.
“Cap, she’s bleeding from her eyebrow and temple.” Chim pulls something out of his bag and tries to meet your eyes.
“Car accident?” You cough.
“Yeah, we need to get you out of here so we can take a better look at you. You’ve got some bleeding going on.” Chim urges.
“We’re gonna get you out of here. Eddie, Buck come get this door open. Get her to the ambulance and Chim will meet you there.” Bobby orders before moving on to another car to assess.
Eddie uses his tools to get the door open. Buck leans in to cut your seatbelt off. “Hey, I know you!” Buck exclaims with too much excitement for what’s going on.
“Buck?” You croak. “So, you really are a firefighter?”
“Didn’t believe me?” He smiles, “lift your arms, I’m going to pull you out, okay?”
“No, I thought you just used that line to pick up girls.” You sluggishly lift your arms.
“He does.” Eddie laughs. Buck glares at him before getting you all the way out. He sets you on your feet and takes a look at your face, a hand placed delicately on your shoulder.
“Is it bad?” You ask.
“Could be worse. Could be two scrapped up knees after a fight with your best friend.” He smiles.
You laugh and wince immediately. Buck jumps into action and guides you to the truck. Chim introduces himself and begins his assessment. You’ll need stitches and you have a possible concussion.
Before you can thank Buck for saving you again and before he can get your name, you’re already off to the ER.
“Who was that?” Eddie asks Buck once they get into the engine to head back to the station.
“I don’t know her name but we met a few days ago. She’s why I was late to dinner the other day.” He sighs. “I should’ve asked for her name.”
“I don’t think she would’ve remembered it. She was pretty banged up.” Eddie shrugs.
“Yeah…” Buck mumbles, slumping in his seat.
Bobby looks to Eddie and then back to Buck before turning towards the windshield.
When Chim and Hen get back from dropping you off at the hospital, Buck asks how you were doing.
They exchange looks of confusion. “Why are you so interested?” Hen inquires.
“Nothing, just worried about her is all.”
“You like her!” Chimney screeches. “Who is she?”
“I don’t like her, I barely know her.” Buck shakes his head.
“He doesn’t even know her name.” Eddie adds as he passes by to get to the locker room.
Hen gives your first name. “Didn’t get a last name though.”
Buck repeats your name before smiling. “Thanks.” He runs up to the loft area leaving Chim and Hen confused.
“What is he going to do?” Chim groans.
Unfortunately for Buck, just knowing your first name and how you looked wasn’t enough to find you on social media. And even if he did, would you find him weird for adding you?
Days go by and he’s given up on seeing you again. He’s not even sure if you’d be interested in going out with him if he did see you again and finally made a move. It’s also not like he can make a move when he’s on duty, he’s definitely not that kind of guy anymore.
Something about you though, something is telling him he could be missing out something good. Even if it just turns out to be a friendship.
Buck is over his moping phase at this point. He’s back to his usual self in no time and that means working his ass off.
The team is called to a mall for a malfunctioning elevator. There’s 5 civilians trapped inside, have been for about 45 mins. The doors have opened but the elevator is stuck between two floors.
“Alright, you guys know the drill. Eddie and Buck work to get everyone out safely, Chim and Hen standby for any injuries.” Bobby commands as they enter the mall.
Bobby begins shouting for bystanders to clear the area and give them room to work. He meets with head of mall security to gather information.
Security then takes them to the elevator in question.
Bobby kneels down and sees an older couple, a father with his young son, and a young woman. “LAFD here. Stay calm and we’ll get you out in no time.”
He ushers for Eddie and Buck to come forward. He instructs Eddie to get inside to assist in getting everyone out, Buck stays outside to retrieve each person.
“Okay, we’ll start with you.” He points to the older couple. “Then you.” He points at you.
“Actually, I think you should do them first. He’s pretty scared.” You point to the kid.
“As long as you’re sure.”
You nod and Eddie begins hoisting the old woman up and into the opening. Buck helps her stand on two feet and to the side as she waits for her husband.
“You look familiar.” Eddie says to you as he picks the older man up.
“You work with Buck right? I was in that car crash the other day.” You turn to show your healing eyebrow and temple.
“Yes! Y/n right?” He helps the man out.
“Y/n?” Buck asks having heard Eddie’s exclamation. He then leans down to lend a hand to the man who meets his wife with a hug.
“Hey Buck.” You wave through the small opening, smiling sheepishly. “I must have bad luck, huh?”
“Or good luck since Buck’s always around.” Eddie smirks in Buck’s direction as he hands him the small boy.
They get the father out next and then you’re up. Eddie helps you up and into the opening. Buck grabs both of your hands and helps you stand.
“You’re always coming to my rescue, Buckley.” You dust off your legs and laugh. “At least this time I’m not bleeding.”
“Or driving.” He jokes before getting serious. “How are you feeling by the way? Knees doing alright? Head feeling okay?” He inquires.
“It’s been a rough couple of days but I’m feeling much better.” You smile. “Thank you.”
“Just doing my job.” He nods. Buck maintains his professionalism even though he really wants to talk to you, ask for your number, and flirt but he knows it wouldn’t look good. He sighs and meets your eyes. He can see you’re waiting for more, more conversation or maybe for him to make a move. He doesn’t.
“Well, I’ll leave you to your duties. Thanks, Buck.” You wave, smile dropping as you turn away.
“What was that?” Hen asks as the team heads out.
“Isn’t this the woman you’ve been moping around about?” Chimney asks. “Why didn’t you ask for her number or for her social media?”
“I’m at work.” Buck shrugs.
“Like that’s stopped you before.” Hen snorts. Buck stays quiet and places his equipment back into the engine.
“I forgot my uh bag in there. I’ll be back.” Chin informs the team before jogging back into the mall.
“Didn’t he just put his bag in?” Hen asks Chim.
Chim is lucky enough to find you standing in line at a wetzel pretzel near the elevator you just escaped from.
“Hey!” He calls out.
“Hi?”
You watch as Chim takes a napkin from the counter and pulls a pen out of his pocket. “I think you should have Buck’s number on hand. In case you get hurt or something again.” He hands you a napkin with a number on it.
Before you can even ask any questions, he bolts out of the mall. You laugh, shaking your head.
It isn’t until later that night when you decide to text him.
You: Hey Buck, it’s y/n. Your friend gave me your number. Said I might need it if I get hurt again 😂
It’s several hours later when he finally texts back. Several hours due to finishing his shift, scolding (and thanking) Chim for meddling, and freaking out that he now has a way to contact you.
Buck: hey! I’m sorry about him lol
You: no worries, he’s kinda funny. Seems like a good friend though
Buck: he is, in fact he’s my brother in law
Buck: I’m sorry about earlier. I know I was kind of acting a little weird
You: that’s okay, figured the job was taking a toll on you, long shifts and all
Buck: actually, I had made peace with the fact that I’d never see you or speak to you again so seeing you but not being able to ask you out made me a little sad
You: you wanted to ask me out?
Buck: well yeah, I mean I believe in signs from the universe and we’ve met three times
You: met meaning you’ve saved my ass three times. What do you think the universe is trying to tell me?
Buck: maybe that you should go on a date with a first responder
You: you’re smooth, Buckley
You: let’s say I agree to this date, what’s in it for me?
Buck: well, I can guarantee good company and good food and maybe one day where you don’t have to worry about getting into any trouble
Buck: as long as I’m there, you’re covered
You: hmmm 🤔
You: I guess I would like to step foot out of my apartment without getting injured or trapped somewhere
Buck: so that’s a yes?
You: just name the time and place
From then on you and Buck had been inseparable. You’d been in that gray area of being friends but also dating.
He had told you a lot about his childhood and relationship with his parents. While it was a work in progress, some days were better than others. You had shared your personal traumas and troubles as well. You’d created a close bond that was leading to something more serious.
This morning he had told you that he was going to brunch with his parents then would come over after for your usual movie night.
Buck: they’re driving me nuts already
Buck: it’s like I can’t do anything right
You: I’m sorry
You: where are you?
Buck: that place on La Brea Ave
Buck: wish you were here but then that would mean you’d have to deal with them too
You: I could be?
You: if you really want me too
Buck: wait seriously?
You don’t respond, instead hopping into your car and heading toward the restaurant. You’re not sure entirely what you plan to do but knowing Buck is there and not having a good time, hurts your heart.
Due to traffic, you’re there in about 25 minutes.
You: need some saving? come outside
Buck: ???
You: come outside!!
It’s another 3 minutes before you see Buck exit the front door. His face breaks out into a smile when he sees you.
“What are you doing here?” He wraps his arms under your arms and pulls you up onto your tip toes in a hug. He’s warm and smells syrupy and sweet like pancakes.
“Figured I could rescue you for a change.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders. “You don’t have to stay here with them.” You whisper into his ear. “Let’s leave.”
“You didn’t have to come. I know how you feel about driving right now.” He buries his face in your shoulder.
“I wanted to come and get you. You don’t have to put up with your parents. I know it’s not easy for you.” You squeeze him into you. “All you have to do is say yes and get in the car.”
He’s quiet for a moment before he shakes his head. “If I leave now, I’ll have to hear it later.”
“I could come inside then. I can sit a few tables away?” You offer.
“Or you could come in… as my girlfriend?” He pulls back, watching your face.
“Really?” Your entire face lights up, eyes wide with joy. “Yes! To both.” You laugh.
“You don’t know how much this means to me.” He brings you back into his chest for a hug.
“It’s nothing.” You assure, rubbing your hand over his back.
“No, it’s everything.” He pulls away. “You mean a lot to me.”
“You mean a lot to me to, Buck.” You lace your hands together and intertwine your fingers. “I’ll always be here whenever you need me.”
He smiles and brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Okay, just a warning. They are really on another level today.”
You laugh, “I think I can manage but the moment it gets too much, we’re outta here. Got it?”
He nods, smile wide as his eyes crinkle. “Too much for you or for me?”
“Both?” You shrug, bringing a hand to his face. Your thumb runs over the little crows feet indent near his eyes. “I could always get injured as a way to get us out.”
“You thinking a fall or a car crash?” He pulls you into his side and begins walking inside the restaurant. He places a hand on lower back.
“I’m debating between getting crushed by a fire truck or getting stuck by lightening.” You nudge his side, giggling. Buck glares at you before pinching your butt.
“Ow, you pervert!” You whisper yell. “You’re supposed to be helping others not hurting others.”
“I’ll show you a pervert later and make it up to you.” He winks. Your face flushes with heat before you’re introducing yourself to his parents.
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