#{ when i think of more i'll add it in but here's a run down }

[illbringthechaosmagic]

@thenexusofsouls

"You are amazing. I mean just look at you," Wanda replied, a small smile tugging on her lips. "You're an incredible person. I think you are. And that isn't anything to do with the powers you're capable of, I just mean that you are an amazing person deep down. Despite all that you've gone through, you've shown me such kindness and compassion. It really is sweet."

She was quick to add, "I hope you don't think that's a bad thing, me saying you're mysterious. It's just... well when we first met in the dome, when you had your hood up... I wanted to know more about you. I wanted to know who you were, where you had come from. And now that I've gotten to see your handsome face, I can't help but want to know more, to learn about your past and to hopefully... help you settle into here."

She nodded softly as he thanked her, her face softening as he told her that she was special to him. "You mean that?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper before she cleared her throat. Stroking his cheek, she then continued, "you're special to me as well Xenos. There's definitely a connection between us, having shared experiences. I never feared you, even when I didn't know what you were capable of. I only knew that I wanted to help..." She smiled once more as he told her that her rubbing his back felt nice. "I'll keep doing it then..."

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"We won't get in the way of either Strange or Fury. I'll send a message to one of the teams and ask them if they can run a quick background check, make sure that no one's missing," Steve replied, pulling out his phone to send the message. He had gotten used to the technology by now, though there was still the occasional hiccup.

"I wouldn't say it like that. More that there are times when you maybe don't filter what you are going to say before you say it. But it's not always a bad thing," he reassured him, noting the slight tone of his voice. There was always something that he hadn't been sure of when it came to Pepper, though he never told Tony, since he had seemed pretty smitten with her.

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"Not now Tony." Steve muttered under his breath, not wanting for Wanda to feel like they were having a go at her. If the two of them were comfortable, that was all that mattered.

Wanda found herself relaxing when she heard Xenos telling her that it was alright, even more so when he was rubbing her arm. While she was still a little on guard with Tony and Steve, she trusted that for now, things were alright, that they weren't going to try and harm Xenos. That didn't mean that she was going to pull herself away though, not wanting to be wrong.

"Alright, let's go..." she smiled, peering up under the mask to see his face. She was curious to see if Tony had taken her ideas on board so that he could fully rest. As he got to his feet, she followed him, happy to still have his arm around her. She would allow for him to keep her close for as long as he wanted, not quite ready to pull away herself just yet. Though as she heard Steve's question, she paused, her hand reaching for Xenos' gently so that she could give it a squeeze.

Listening to them talk back and forth, she was amazed still that Xenos had been able to move everyone out of the dome and safely into the streets outside. It must have taken a lot of energy and so, she didn't blame him for not wanting to keep it up for too long. She wondered just how he had done it, had it been a safety net as such or something that was accidental.

Steve was quick to pick up on Xenos' question of someone being hurt. "No, no it's ok. No one is hurt," he replied, refraining from adding 'that we know of right now' since he seemed a little shaken up by the thought of harming someone. "We were asking about the dome because it's not something we've seen before. And because we were wondering if you had moved them, or done something else to get them to leave the dome. You're alright." He paused, "is the dome something that you've done before?"

what are you afraid of? (Xenos)

Xenos should never have come this close to this developed of a human city. Even wandering the suburbs of New York City had been a trial for him, with car horns blaring, people yelling, and a sense of too many things moving around him all at once. But once he'd reached deep into the city, he knew he'd made a mistake. There was a stark lack of awareness from the people walking around him. Some bumped into him without warning while others simply seemed to have no spatial awareness whatsoever. There were even more car horns, and more yelling, and Xenos felt his chest tightening from the stress of it all.

Soon, he couldn't breathe, and try as he might to get out of there, it seemed the more he walked, the deeper into the city he embedded himself. "Back!" Xenos shouted to someone who had bumped into him hard, pushing him away with one of his hands.

"Hey man, screw you!" the human said to him as he kept on walking.

He hadn't realized that he'd wandered into a roadway until he was almost hit by a car. It screeched to a halt and Xenos lifted his hands to cover his ears as the sound of the car's horn blared so loudly he thought he would die. "Get away!" he yelled, and it happened. His magic lashed out, creating a dome of isolation around him, encompassing the entire block. Everything went silent, for he'd removed all the humans from within the dome, leaving them outside its invisible border. Inside, he left the animals and insects for they did not bother him, but the cars, trucks and buses were now uninhabited, turned off, still.

The silence was wonderful, and he felt the tension begin to release him. The dome's barrier kept out the sounds of the surrounding city, as well as those of the angry and confused humans who had been moved from their vehicles, or who could no longer pass down the street because of the invisible barrier. While Xenos paced back and forth in the middle of the street, slowly calming himself, people outside the dome where already calling emergency services and police, angry and scared by what had occurred.

The Avengers were called in.

Xenos moved inside a building, where it was dim and peaceful, taking deep breaths as he slowly wandered around. This was better. Much better. He didn't care or even realize the disruption he'd just caused within a major human city.

Outside, people were telling tales of a strange man who had somehow made invisible walls in the city, not fully understanding what all had happened. When the Avengers arrived, they were met with a large block of New York City that looked... empty, uninhabited. Cars left abandoned, doors to buildings left open. It looked like something out of a zombie apocalypse... but where were the zombies?

Steve couldn't punch through the wall. Tony's repulsors couldn't penetrate it either. They couldn't even see what it was they were trying to knock down. But not all members of the team were as hindered by the magical barrier as the rest...

Xenos knew the moment someone had entered the dome, and he twitched with the sensation of his magic being disturbed. Perplexed, for this had never happened before, he walked to the door of the building and peered out. A human was there... but how? No human should be able to defy his magic. None ever had before. He watched her from afar for a bit, until it seemed that she was, either intentionally or inadvertently, headed right for him. Did she know he was there? No, no, she could not. Humans lacked such senses, he knew, especially in this time. The sorcerers of old were all but gone from the world now, or... or at least Xenos hadn't encountered any for a very long time.

Slowly, he stepped out of the building and onto the sidewalk, his body tilting awkwardly to the right as his head did the same, as though he was trying to size her up and see her better. When she spoke to him, he recoiled suddenly from the sound of her voice. He didn't take steps back from her, but rather only leaned back, his head snapping backward a bit as a dog or cat might do if they were startled while curiously trying to get the scent of something. He thought about her words for some time before responding.

"Not afraid," he said, but his voice was barely there. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken to anyone to any real capacity, and his voice suffered from a lack of use. He didn't think it was loud enough for communication purposes, so he tried again. "Not... afraid." Xenos put up his hand almost as if he was making a wait a minute motion with it, but moved it up and down, as though pressing some imaginary buzzer in the air, his fingers outstretched. He was merely thinking of the right word, his head turning this way and that like the word might suddenly be floating in the air somewhere he could see. "Overwhelmed," he finally decided upon. "The city is... too much." His hands found his head and he swayed a bit, as thought he was in pain. "So I have expelled it... from this space." He then made a pushing away motion with both his hands, moving them out from his body.

But then Xenos' head tilted again, his face obscured by the draping hood of his long coat. "How...?" he asked, pointing back in the direction she came. "How... did you enter?"

[kellystar321]

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[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Okay. Honestly not as drastic as a change as I anticipated, but my pinned post and carrd are both now all touched up, I think I added a handful to my carrd, my pinned post edits was mostly just clarifying some things! I might come back later and add dividers and maybe some more colored text to my pinned post like I mentioned previously, but the main important information has all been plastered around there. Might go back and add a few things to the little section in my pinned where I rattle on about things I like, just because I like people being able to get a flavor of who I am.

Okay, here we are. Little Kane turning point that the big wide world is getting to witness. Square one but it is square one of a separate chapter. All my stuff is here now!!! All of it.! No more. Separate blogs(aside from. Things that actually qualify as separate blogs like my main and the daily selfship questions one). I think I will try and chalk up some selfship tags for the F/Os that don't have ones yet and I know that I will be talking about(the rest can be done as I mention them) just so I can satiate the part of me that still demands some sort of organization. Truthfully, this might actually have me talking a little extra about some of the sillies from other casted away blogs that I haven't mentioned in awhile because it isn't me posting on some barren land of a blog now. I will probably also go into my carrd and things and list out all the F/O tags that I will at least for now have and update them as I go. I might just stick with my name and heart emoji theme, I'll worry about revamping those some other day if I ever decide to.

Going to. Try and push myself to an extra extremity of not hiding away on my own blog, truthfully I almost ponder if anyone at all will actually notice a difference in my posting or what I'm saying, which I will find super funny if I'm like "ahh!! I have been posting so much and revealing so much more and being more unfiltered.." and everyone here is just like "What. Are you talking about this is just your usual." And by being more unfiltered and revealing more I am entirely referring to having about five more tags at the end of each post where I mumble some incoherent things and saying an added extra two or so sentences on my posts where I let myself be publicly romancey sappy and mumble some cheesy sorts of comments of praise or compliments about my F/Os publicly.

[killerpancakeburger]

Thinking about a Reader who ends up having Scary Dog Privileges with Ghost without meaning to. It just happened.

Then they have to deal with the fact that this comes with duties too.

Tags: civilian!reader, gn!reader, mostly fluff, a bit suggestive, smug!Ghost, smooth!Ghost. 800 words.

Part 2. Part 3.

When Ghost is reluctant to getting sutured in Medical after accidentally opening his stitches, grumbling he can do it himself, who does the nurse call for? Yeah, you.

She could stand her ground, after all she's used to dealing with big, whiny men, but it's much more fun to knock on your door and smile at your bewildered gaze and gaping mouth when she explains the situation in two sentences.

"Ghost's being difficult, mind taking over?" "I'm sorry, what the hell does this have to do with me?" "C'm'on, everyone on base knows he's got a soft spot for you. Don't you want to make my job easier?"

You roll your eyes and slam your hands on your desk as you get up. Groaning as you walk past her— "I'm doing this for you, nothing else, got it?"

Mumbling to yourself "you've got to be kidding me" as you barge into the sick bay. Ghost is coolly seated at the end of a bed, large as life, casual clothes as black as his mask and— oh. You weren't told the wound was on his thigh— you weren't warned that he didn’t have pants on. You can’t help it, your eyes go down, down, your lingering gaze and your flustered silence forming a confession louder than words.

A noise — a scoff or a grunt, you’re not sure — emanates from him, breaks your trance, makes you look up. The amusement in his gaze tells you he noticed your oggling— of course he did. Nothing gets past the Ghost, and you've been remarkably unsubtle. Despite the mask, you swear you can make out the smug smirk on his lips. His cockiness reignites your irritation. Annoyance making you bolder than you really are, you charge at him, crossing the distance between you two in a stride, stopping close— too close. He doesn't back off.

"What's wrong with you?" you snarl. "Nothin'," he retorts, imperturbable.

It's actually the first time you’re overlooking him. You may be enjoying it a bit too much. Nevermind the fact that you've had to wedge yourself between his parted legs to get there.

You frown, unconvinced by his answer.

“Did Soap contaminate you?”

Bargaining to be cleared out earlier was the Scotsman's trademark.

“Johnny throws a fit cos he hates feeling useless. That's not what I'm doing.”

A smirk stretches your lips.

“Oh, no? I'm sure your reasons are much more noble.”

“Doesn't matter. Got what I wanted anyway.”

He's way too self-satisfied for a man in his underwear.

You throw an unequivocal look in the direction of his injury.

“What you wanted? A still open wound?”

“You.”

He replied without missing a beat, as confident as usual. It is both alluring and aggravating.

“And your idea of wooing me is making me upset?”

You don't add “because if it is, that's really fucking stupid” out loud, but you’re sure he got the message through your tone.

“Nah. But you're more honest when you’re angry. Gutsier.”

You only realize he slipped his index and middle fingers in your trouser loops when he sharply tugs at them. Off balance, you steady yourself by catching his shoulders.

Taking advantage of the strip of bare skin between your shirt and bottoms, the pads of his thumbs idly stroke your hip bones. The contact sends electricity through you, shivers of pleasure running down your sides.

“Ghost,” you start, severe, trying not to let the effect his touch has on you show in your voice.

“Simon,” he counters, surly. “Told ya it's Simon when we're alone, didn't I?”

He did, but you didn’t think he was serious. If that's what it takes to get him to listen… you’ll play by his rules.

“Simon. What's the rest of your brilliant plan? I'm here, but I can’t stitch you up.”

“How ‘bout a deal. I'll stop resisting… for a price.”

You raise an amused eyebrow.

“What kind of price?”

“A kiss.”

You snort. You didn’t believe him capable of something so… puerile.

“With the mask on?”

He doesn't move a muscle to get rid of it.

“Take it off.”

You usually wouldn’t obey what sounds like an order so easily, but it's the first time you get to touch the skull. Slipping two fingers between skin and cloth, you slowly roll up the mask all the way under his nose.

You gently trace the scars surrounding his lips. Then, the second you feel him relax, grip on your hips slackening and intensity of his gaze waning, you grab the bottom of his mask and drag it back down vigorously, making the holes for the eyes land way too low for him to see anything.

“If you thought you'd get a reward for acting out, you've got another think coming.”

[theonewiththefanfics]

Sisyphus No Longer (one-shot)

Synopsis: Robby knows chaos intimately. He knows how to navigate it, and guide others through. But sometimes life throws a curveball so big, not even he can get out of the range of impact.

Pairing: Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x fem!Reader

Genre: mainly fluffy, lil bit of angst (Robby just lives in an anxious state of mind worrying about his girlfriend)

Warnings: swearing, bit of medical talk (hopefully mostly accurate lol, nothing explicit, though if you pick up on anything please do let me know, and I'll add it here 😊), innuendos, but no smut this time around.

Word count: 10,879 (here we go again 🙃)

This is a follow-up to An Itch You Can't Scratch, but I think you can read this on its own as well :) Please don't copy my work or repost it onto other platforms. all of the characters belong to HBO Max.

Robby’s life was chaos. But it was chaos he was used to.

         He knew how to navigate it, like a ship under the blanket of fog. Knew how to bend the mist to his will, and twist it to reveal the correct course of action.

         For example, chaos causer No. 1 – Myrna.

         She was a regular at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Hospital. She dished out verbal assaults, like it was a Friday at a bar, trying to flash anyone who even threw her a glance, all the while being handcuffed to a wheelchair. The one time she’d managed to Houdini her way out, had sent the whole unit into a tailspin.

         But Myrna was a constant in his life. She brought a sense of levity during his incredibly stressful days and allowed him to crack a grin or two. He was her Fruitcake and she was his Fruitfly. They just worked like that.

         Then there was chaos causer No. 2 – Good old Gloria.

         If there was one thing in the world Robby hated, other than people who took their primary medical advice from Reddit forums, it was suits, and people in them. Especially those that tried to run hospitals, while prioritizing cost-cutting, instead of the safety of their staff and patients.

         “Would people recommend this emergency department to their friends or loved ones?” Gloria had asked him a couple of days prior, singing her usual song, albeit in a slightly different key.

         The only thing that’d saved her had been the fact a mother had walked in with her five-year-old son, a piece of crayon stuck in his nose.

         “Gloria, quite honestly, nobody is walking around recommending emergency departments, because nobody wants to be here. The last thing on the mind of someone with a split open head or a dying parent is leaving a five-star review. But sure. Be my guest. How about you go around the people sitting here, having waited eight hours to be seen, and ask them what they thought of the service today.”

         She bristled at his light, but clearly aggravated tone. “I imagine eight hours is a long time to wait.”

         “It is. You know how we could cut it down?” He crossed his arms. “More nurses. More staff. More equipment. It’s that easy. But unless you wish to get a rainbow sneezed on you, I suggest you walk away.”

         She wasn’t amused by his words, but when Dana sidled up, helping him steady the kid against the unpleasant feel of forceps digging around his nose for a sky-blue piece of crayon, she muttered in a low tone, “This is all alleged, and if anyone asks, nobody has seen or heard anything. But there’s a rumor going around, that someone might’ve put sardines behind the radiator of a certain someone’s car.”

         It had taken everything in Robby not to bust out laughing, even as the kid sprayed him with cerulean snot, which brought him to chaos causer(s) No. 3 – the whole of the Pitt.

         Ever since his one-night-stand and fleeing escapade had been revealed a month prior, by none other than the woman who was his girlfriend now, nobody was allowing him to live down the words she’d dished out upon her admission to the ED.

         Four hours.

         Shaking mess.

         God fucking help him.

         He was Mr. Stamina now.

         A ladies’ man (though he considered himself the man of only one specific lady).

         His closest friend Jack Abbot had even heard about this. As he’d come in to overtake the Pitt the evening after Y/N’s discharge, he’d clapped Robby on the back and requested his tips and tricks for lasting that long in bed.

         “What?” Robby scoffed, pulling off his stethoscope and zipping up his bag. “I can handle a whole ED on top of the hospital board for twelve hours straight, yet you don’t think I can handle one woman for four?”

         “I never said that.” Jack lifted his hands in mock surrender. “The real question is – when you two first met – was that during one of your seven days off-shift?”

         “Fuck you, man.” Robby pushed past him, ears reddening like ripe raspberries.

         “Nah, brother. That job seems to be taken already.”

         Robby had just given him the middle finger as he walked away and clocked out.

         That had been his life every single day since Y/N had taken a chance on him, and had become the one chaos-causer he was still trying to adjust to.

         It had been a little over a month since she’d broken her leg, and it had been a little over a month since they’d officially started dating.

(He’d scoffed at the term at first. “Dating?” he’d asked. “In my big old age?”

         “Okay,” Y/N had mocked him. “Would you like to call it ‘wooing’? ‘Courting’? Do we need a chaperone to watch over as we graze our fingers alo-,”

         “Alright,” he sighed. “Point taken.”)

         He couldn’t be any happier though. The way they’d gotten reintroduced wasn’t one he wished to repeat because seeing Y/N in any kind of mild discomfort made him wince, but he would always be thankful for the universe granting him another opportunity.

         He wouldn’t say that by the time she’d come to his place of work with a bone sticking out of her leg, he’d given up on love for himself, but Robby had resigned to the fact that maybe, a relationship, a romantic kind of love, wasn’t in the cards for him anymore.

         And yet now, as he dragged his tired legs over to the place she shared with her best friend Sara, his mind couldn’t help but wonder what had he done in this life or maybe a past one, that’d granted him such happiness. 

          A paper bag of croissants crinkled as he patted down his trousers, searching for the spare key Y/N had given him. Mainly it was because Sara was sometimes out late bartending at her second job, and his girlfriend, her leg still in a cast, was slow to move around the apartment. But still, Robby always knocked first.

It felt intimate, coming into her space like that.

         Like returning home, rather than simply staying over at someone else’s place.

         He heard shuffling and voices echo before Sara opened the door, welcoming him inside. His brown eyes ventured to the couch on instinct where he’d usually find Y/N, her leg on the coffee table while the two friends watched a movie or a show or a serial killer documentary, only to find it empty.

         Robby didn’t have to wonder long where she was, as he turned his neck and found Y/N in a heated conversation, her back towards the living area of the studio-type apartment, phone on speaker as a male voice argued back.

 His brain was immediately overtaken by the doctor side of it – he wondered how long had she been standing for. Had she elevated her leg at all during the day? What was her pain level? But the words that came out of her mouth completely overrode the code, as it wasn’t something he expected to hear at all.

         “No, you know what you’ve done, Harry? You’ve effectively killed our mother.”

         “What’s going on?” Robby asked Sara, as the woman plopped down onto the couch, his gaze frantically scanning Y/N’s form. “Is Mrs. Y/L/N alright?”

         Sara waved him off. “She’s fine. In fact, she’s never been better. No thanks to the hurricane over there though. Just listen. Y/N’s been ripping her brother a new one for like twenty minutes already.”

         Placing his backpack onto a chair, and sliding to sit on the armrest, he watched as Y/N opened and closed random cabinets, her back taut as a string.

         Even angry she was beautiful, Robby thought.

         Maybe old and worn men like him did deserve kind and gentle things.

         However, the way she spoke to her brother, well... She was as gentle as a cactus spike. “Harry, why the fuck would you do that? Why the fuck would you let her go alone?”

         “She’s not gonna be alone, holy shit, Y/N/N! Take a fucking chill pill!” her brother exasperated on the other end of the line. “Dad’s going with!”

         “Oh, great!” She threw her hands up and slammed an overhead cupboard closed. “That’s just fucking fantastic! You’ve turned us into Annie! Do you not have enough braincells to realize just how many people go missing while on cruises?”

         Robby looked towards Sara who was watching the drama unfold with a wineglass in her hand. “Cruises?”

         “One of her mom’s dreams has been to go on a cruise,” she explained. “She’s been joking that when one of her kids makes a million, they’ll get her a cruise pass.”

         “And Y/N’s brother made a million?” From what he’d been told, Harry was five years younger than his sister. “Smart kid.”

         “Dumb kid.” Sara snorted. “And not a millionaire. He just lives to torture her, I guess. He got their parents cruise passes for Y/M/N's birthday three days ago. Y/N even chipped in thinking it was for a new car or something. Quite frankly, I’m with Harry on this one. Their parents deserve a nice vacation in the Caribbean, but when Y/M/N phoned her to thank them for the present the two got for her…” Sara whistled. “I thought an eye might pop out of her skull. Or at least a vein, so now she’s been having the most epic crash-out. Want some popcorn?”

 He could do nothing but shake his head and cross his arms, a smile blooming on his lips as he watched Y/N war with her brother.

         “And if they get killed?” Y/N glared down at the phone on the kitchen counter. “It’s international waters! No jurisdiction wants to deal with that shit! They’ll become a fucking unsolved case!”

         “Oh my god, they’re not gonna get killed!” Robby could just imagine her brother pulling his hands through his hair as Y/N didn’t relent. “They’re two pensioners who just want to relax on a big boat and see some sights with a Margarita in their hand!”

         “And what if they are? Do you know where they keep the dead bodies on cruises? Next to those fucking Margarita mixes!”

         Harry’s sigh was royal. “And who exactly has such a vendetta against them?”

         “There’s a lot of bad people out there.” Y/N scoffed incredulously. “Do you need me to send you links to all the documentaries there are about people who’ve died under mysterious circumstances while on a cruise?”

         “No, what I think is, you need to lay off true-crime for a while. You’re starting to sound like some red-pill conspiracy theorist! Mom and dad just want to have a vacation. Besides, you’re never like this when they fly somewhere.”

         Y/N huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “Okay. Fine. How about this – mom is completely time-blind and dad’s a topographical idiot. What if they forget their passports while on some excursion or get lost? I don’t want to see them on a single TikTok about pier runners and whatnot.”

         “They drove all through Spain, Italy and France last summer, and fun fact – didn’t manage to get lost,” Harry griped. “I think they will be just fine, especially because they will be with a group and a whole ass guide.”

         “That’s not good enough!”

         “Why can’t you just be happy for mom and dad? You know she’s wanted to go on a cruise for ages! She was so happy when she saw it was from both of us.”

         “Harry…” Y/N rubbed at her forehead, but before she managed to say anything, her brother said something that made Sara choke on her wine.

         “Why are you so fucking strung up? Is that new doctor boyfriend of yours not giving you any?”

         Quite honestly, if he’d been drinking anything himself, he would have also choked. He hadn’t known Y/N had talked to her family about him, nor had he realized she’d told them it was a serious relationship. It made warmth bloom in his chest. Or maybe that was just the blush turning him tomato red.

 “Actually, he’s -,” she twisted around and finally noticed he was sitting in her living room. “Right here,” Y/N finished in a clipped tone. “I’m gonna go. Next time I see you, Harry, you’re dead. Start writing a fucking will.”

         With that, she ended the call and gave Robby a sheepish smile. “Hi. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

 “I gathered as much,” he chuckled, back popping as he stood up and went to Y/N. It was almost instinctive how his hands found their way to her waist, resting on the dips above her hips. “Seemed like you were in a pretty intense argument. Wanna talk about it?”

         “That depends.” Her hand trailed up his chest and settled on the nape of his neck, nails scratching against the skin there, a pleasant hum reverberating through his body. “Will you tell me that my brother is correct, and I’m obviously overreacting about this and that my parents will be totally fine? Or do you have common sense and wish to remain in a relationship with me?”

         He gave her a crooked smile. “Can’t it be both?”

         Y/N threw her head back and groaned, which gave Robby the opportunity to lean down and press a kiss against her pulse point, his own heart jumping in delight as he felt it speed up. He still couldn’t stop reveling in the fact, he had such an effect on this young, amazing woman.

         “I know,” she huffed. “I know they will be fine, but I can’t help but worry. I have this irrational fear of cruises. I can’t explain it.” Suddenly she snapped her head up so fast, her forehead almost collided with his teeth. “Oh God. Don’t tell me you’re gonna be like that someday. Because if one of your dreams is to go on a cruise, I think we need to end this right here and now.”

 “Sweetheart.” He cupped her face in his palms. “I don’t plan on going on a cruise anytime soon, nor once I’m geriatric. Unless you’re coming with me, I have no intentions of going on such trips.”

 Y/N sighed and nodded, seemingly accepting his response. “Okay good. Because I do not have the mental capacity it takes to solve crimes.”

         “They will be fine. It’s admirable you care for your parents so much, but they will be alright. And I do agree with your brother – you’ve got to stop watching true-crime for a bit.”

         “Well, there’s not much for me to do at home. I still have two weeks until Langdon gets me out of cast number two,” she grumbled and took hold of the crutches she’d placed against the kitchenette. “Work from home is great, until you’re done for the day, and you’re already home. I gotta kill the time somehow until Sara gets home or you come over.” Y/N snorted, raising a brow. “Kill time. Get it?”

         Robby just huffed a laugh as they made their way over to the couch, Sara having moved to a loveseat, so they could cuddle while he unwound from the day he’d had.

 “Leg’s doing alright?” He checked in, as Y/N put a pillow onto the coffee table and placed her foot there.

         “Just fine. Like it was yesterday. And the day before. And the day before, and ever since Langdon and Santos put it on.” She leaned over and pecked his lips. The kiss was short, but it was something he’d been dreaming of ever since he woke up in his own bed, in his silent and lonely apartment. “Give them some credit.”

         It had been about three weeks prior, that Y/N had come back to the ED for her scheduled appointment with Frank to remove the post-op plaster cast, get the stitches out, and get her leg into the one she’d be wearing for the rest of the recovery time.

 When she’d hobbled through the doors, Robby instantly rushed over to help her, smirks and wolf-whistles thrown their way. If he hadn’t been the attending, he was sure they would’ve gone on for the rest of the day. (The nurses did. He didn’t have the power to stop them).  

         “Back to work, people!” He called out. “Or I’m putting everyone on sanitary duty!”

         That got the residents and med students scrambling to find a patient. Dana though, was not under his control like that.

         “He treating you good?” The blonde nudged her chin in Robby’s direction. “Because I can give you the combination of chemicals needed to remove bloodstains so that not even Luminol will find a trace.”

         Beside him, Y/N snorted at her words, taking the wristband Dana handed her. Without even thinking, Robby slipped it out of her fingers and wrapped it around her hand. An unmistakable heat rose on his face at the action. So simple, yet so telling of where his head was at, what his heart was thinking.

         “He’s fine.” Y/N glanced up at him. “Maybe a bit overbearing with the leg thing, but I just chuck it up to those wires they implant in all of your brains when you finish med school.”

         “If you say so.” Dana raised her brows and nodded. “Just know – the offer stands.”

         “Thanks. I’ll keep it in mind,” Y/N chuckled and nodded at Robby that she was ready to move to the exam room where Langdon had already prepped the bed while Robby helped her get situated. Once she was as comfortable as she could be, he crossed his arms and asked, “You okay with a resident coming in and watching, sweetheart?”

         He could feel Frank’s eyes snap towards him, the younger man’s mouth curling up in a grin at the nickname that’d slipped past uninhibited, but he didn’t dare look at him. It was like dealing with a wasp – ignore it and hope it goes away. (It didn’t).

         “Sure,” Y/N shrugged. “As long as this isn’t some ploy from Saw where my leg will get spontaneously amputated or something.” She threw Langdon a gaze. “It’s not, is it? Because I’ve been having these really weird dreams where my leg just falls off while I’m doing something, and I don’t know if it’s my brain adjusting to the situation, or giving me a premonition I might be ignoring.”

         “I doubt Dr. Robby would let anyone touch you with an IV line without supervising.” Rubber gloves snapped against his wrists, but the smirk on his face grew twice as large, as he, no doubt to fuck with Robby, added a little, “Sweetheart,” at the end of it.

         “No, I would not.” He deadpanned, and if Frank was gonna be that way, so could he. “Santos!” Robby called out into the hallway, eyes locking on the intern who was milling around the HUB, who he knew Langdon didn’t particularly get along with. Seeing the smile drop from his cocky face was enough of a win. “Come and assist.”

         “But that’s just a -,”

         “A great learning experience?” Robby stopped whatever rebuttal was about to come out of Trinity’s mouth. “I concur. Now come and help Dr. Langdon.”

         She was smart enough not to roll her eyes at him, but her ire was palpable for being called in on such a minuscule job. She had a lot of potential, there was no denying that, but she was too overconfident for Robby’s liking, too alike the many cowboy-types he’d met and had to deal with, so he hoped by making her do the small jobs, she’d start to realize every single thing they did, was important.

         A proper IV line was important, listening to the patient as they explained their problems was important, being a steady and soothing presence was important. Even if you were only there to hold someone’s hand – it was sometimes the most important thing they could do.

         Langdon huffed as she entered the room, but remained professional as he introduced Trinity as their intern, the woman offering Y/N a small smile to which she responded in kind.

 Together they helped her move up her sweatpants to rest against her thigh while Langdon prepped the cast saw. “You alright with Dr. Santos performing the procedure?” he checked in with her.

         Robby noted how Y/N squirmed in the bed at the sight of the blade. She was a squeamish person, he knew that, but she was more squeamish because of her overactive imagination. “Can’t say I’m too thrilled about anyone coming near me with a saw, but you people gotta learn at some point, right?”

         “I mean, from my experience, everyone could take a page out of a mime’s book,” Trinity smirked as Y/N cocked her head. “They don’t scream.”

         Robby brushed a hand down his face as his (unofficial) girlfriend widened her eyes. “Santos, really? That’s -,”

         “Dr. Robby?” Dana interrupted him before he could tell that kind of bedside manner didn’t work on patients who already had dreams about spontaneous amputations. “Can you come here for a sec? We need a second opinion.”

         He didn’t want to. Despite the fact that he was the attending, and the attending on the shift no less, the thought of leaving Y/N’s side was abysmal. But he couldn’t neglect his duties and show such favoritism, just because his heart worried the whole time she wasn’t in his line of sight.

         “I’ll be back in a minute. Santos, listen to Langdon,” he told them and with that went over to Dana, Mel waiting by her side, a nervous bounce to her feet.

         It was an easy consult, more to reassure the mother of a sick teenager, the medication they would put him on, wouldn’t interfere with others he was taking and cause an allergic reaction. As he explained it to her, confirming Mel’s diagnosis and Dana’s recommendations, he could hear the saw turn on even a couple of rooms down.

         “Go,” Dana nudged him on the hip. “Or you’ll pop a vessel thinking they might be cutting something off that doesn’t need to be cut.”

         He brushed a hand over his face, feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks as he excused himself and went back to the examination room. As he moved closer, voices could be heard in low tones.

         Robby shouldn’t be hovering like that. Y/N was in great hands. He knew nobody would deliberately hurt her, and Langdon, despite everything, was a good teacher. As he reentered the room, giving her an encouraging smile, he took in how Frank instructed Santos to move down the line, answering Y/N’s question as to why an oscillating saw was so much different than a rotating one and why they had to be used in a different manner – a lifting motion, rather than gliding one.

         Y/N let out a sigh of relief as the plaster cracked in two and was removed from her leg, no doubt the feeling of it euphoric. He knew how though it had been on her, but as Santos came to remove the lining, something shifted in her.

         The gaze she threw Langdon was alarmed. Almost panicked.

It made Robby straighten up.

“So.” Frank started, sitting down on a wheely chair and moving closer to the appendage while Santos got to work on unbinding the gauze that separated Y/N’s skin from the cast itself. “Wanna tell me what you’ve been up to?”

         “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she responded in an obviously fake-oblivious tone, not daring to make eye contact with either him or Robby.

         “Oh, I think you do.”

         “Nope,” she popped the p. “Absolutely do not.”

         Robby raised his brows at her, but she just kept looking at the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

         Frank let out a deep sigh. “Look, I can see that you have been doing something, and I need to know what. The talk about infection wasn’t just to scare you. You have stitches that are still healing. If something got inside the wounds there, it could end really bad. Spontaneous. Amputation. Bad.” He used the words she’d said before.

         After what felt like hours, but was probably no more than ten seconds, Y/N muttered, “Hypotheticals?”

         “If you must,” Frank’s words were weary, especially as he threw Robby a confused look over his shoulder.

         “And you?” she nudged her chin towards the attending. “Do you promise not to have some sort of a meltdown? Or worse – give me a lecture?”

         Robby’s mind was a frantic mess, trying to think what horrible thing could have happened, what emergency had he not seen, when finally, she relented.

         “Alright. Fine.” The words were basically bitten out. “I may or may not have, hypothetically of course, used a spatula to scratch. And maybe some… metal bookmarks I have. And uh, a wooden skewer, a clean one though. And umm… there might be some bobby pins and hairclips inside as well.” After a beat she added, “They kinda got stuck, and I couldn’t fish them out.”

         And, sure enough, when Santos finished removing the lining, three bobby pins were embedded against her skin – one on the top of her foot, one against her knee, and one behind in what Y/N called it, her knee-pit.

         Robby pinched the bridge of his nose, huffing a breath, as Frank did the same. “Is that all you used to scratch?”

         “Yes.” Y/N didn’t dare look at either of them.

         “Honest?”

         “Yes!” she asserted, before quietly adding, “Nothing else would fit.”

           Santos snorted from where she was cleaning down Y/N’s leg and applying an anti-scar ointment on the hurt skin, removing the bobby pins as she went along, thrashing them before the woman could ask for them back.

         Robby couldn’t really fault her for her actions. The itchiness and discomfort a plaster cast could create was a lot to deal with, especially with how she’d been cooped up inside for a whole week without much to do.

 “You could’ve caused a serious infection,” he sighed and put his hands on his hips. “You know better than to do that.”

         She threw her head back in a groan. “Please, Michael. I asked you not to lecture me. I tried, okay? I really did. But then I just kept thinking about how itchy it was, and you weren’t there to stop me, and it just all boiled over. By the time I had the bobby pins stuck, it was too late. So, actually, it’s all your fault.”

         He could only let out a slow, steady exhale and shake his head as he moved to stand by her side while Langdon and Santos gathered the materials for the new cast.

“So,” he broke the settled silence, hoping to stop the pout that’d bloomed on Y/N’s face. “The spatula. Was that the one you said melted on the stove?”

         “Yeah,” she grimaced as his resident and intern had to position her leg properly. “I wasn’t gonna like, wash and put it back with the utensils, you know? That’s disgusting.”

         “That’s what’s disgusting?” Robby looked down at her.

         “Uh huh, keep talking like that, and see where it gets you.” She pointed up at him. “As of right now, we’re still in the situationship phase.”

         “Situation-what?”

         “Oh, please don’t break his mind like that,” Langdon butted in, as he lifted her leg slightly and told Santos how to properly attached the 3D-printed cast. Y/N let out a hiss of pain and he watched how her grip tightened on her sweats.

         Robby didn’t even think twice before his hand slipped inside her palm, allowing her to squeeze it.

         “Alright, good girl.” Langdon nodded at the woman on the bed before looking up at Robby, the way his jaw clenched, and snickered. “Oh, sorry. Is that a thing between you two? I hope I’m not stepping on some toes here.”

         “You know what, Frank?” Robby squinted at his fourth-year resident. “I think I might have just found Gloria some spare funding.”

         “Point taken,” he said with a laugh before removing his gloves and addressing Y/N. “How’s the pain? This cast is much lighter, as you can probably already feel, and will be easier to navigate in terms of movement and hygiene gene.”

         “Manageable,” she nodded running a hand down the new material covering her leg. “Tylenol – two tablets every six hours, but no more than six a day.”

         “Perfect,” Frank nodded and took hold of her chart, writing down her words. “And the pain level now?”

         “Like a four? Maybe five?” Y/N hissed. “Can’t say this was too comfortable of a procedure.”

         Robby smoothed a finger down her cheek. “Do you feel like you need any medication right now?”

         “Maybe?” she huffed. “It’s just that with the moving,” she shuddered and swallowed hard. “I like, I could feel like plates and screws grating against the bones. Like I know they actually weren't, but it felt like they did, and just yeah… I think it’s apparent I don’t do well with these kinds of things. I honestly don’t understand what kind of steel stomachs you have. I would have thrown up all over the place if I had to see shit like this every day.”

         “Well, if Gloria thinks our patient satisfaction scores are low now, she should be glad you don’t work here.”

         Y/N huffed at Robby’s words. “This Gloria woman should come down and try being a doctor or a nurse herself. I know I’m not the easiest of patients as is,” she winced and threw him an apologetic glance. “And I think I might have traumatized that kid – Whitaker – the first time I was here, but from what you’ve told me about how people treat you… Sound like she’s about as close to real medicine, as Katy Perry is to being a real astronaut.”

         “I like you.” Santos pointed at her. “Let’s keep you around.”

         She just shrugged, giving Robby’s hand a squeeze. “I’ll stick around for however long this guy wants me to.”

 His heart thumped in his chest. He wanted to say, “And if I want to keep you around forever? Will you stay?” but all he did was squeeze her hand back.

         It wasn’t the time or the place for it. They were still, as Y/N had said, though he barely had any inclination as to what it meant, the situationship phase, but hopefully there would be more phases. And he wondered where it would lead him.

         He was no longer a single ship passing through the night. He had a new constellation in the sky he could follow, as he managed the residents and students, evaded Gloria and her bureaucratic bullshit; whenever his mind needed a respite, he turned to the new stars gleaming in the cosmos.

           As Dana had discharged Y/N, and Robby walked her to wait outside for the Uber, he allowed himself to skim his knuckles along hers. She responded by intertwining their pinkies.

         And now it had been a month of that.

         She was a month of evenings and nights spent together. A month of mornings waking up grumpy that turned to laughter and kisses. A month of good coffee, and bad movies, but he never took it for granted. He finally had a truly safe space to come to after days when he thought nothing good could exist in the world.

         The worst time of day though was the very early mornings, like right then, when he had to leave the space he’d come to cherish so much.

         When he was cocooned by her arms and blanket, his body soaking up the warmth Y/N offered, like leaves do the sunlight. Cracking a bleary eye open, he noted the slit where he’d forgotten to pull it tight.

         A heavy sigh left him as she groaned, pulling at his back so their chests could be pressed closer.

         “Don’t." He could feel her mouth move along the skin of his pecks. “It’s way too early to wake up and I’m way too comfy to let you.”

         “I need to get ready for work,” Robby brushed a hand along Y/N’s hair. “You can still catch some sleep.”

         She just huffed, shaking her head, grumbling softly, “I’m not gonna be able to fall back asleep, and you know it.”

         His heart stuttered in his chest, but before he could say anything, she’d already sat up, glaring down at him, as if he’d insulted her. “I’ll get the coffee ready for you.”

         “You don’t have to –,”

         “I’m already up.” Y/N let out a yawn almost unhinging her jaw like a snake. “Might as well save you some time.”

         She was just about to slide out of the bed when he rose too, taking hold of her wrist. “I meant what I said last night. Every word.”

         Ever so slowly, mind still addled by sleep, Y/N smiled, leaning back over and kissing him, not caring about either of their morning breaths. “So did I.”

         Maybe Robby didn’t actually hate mornings. Not when she poured him his coffee to-go, not when she stood before him, mussing his hair a little and pressing her lips against his.

         “I’ll be back by nine.” He wrapped his hands around her waist if only to prolong the time they had together. “And I’ll bring back some of those croissants from the patisserie down the block.”

         “The Crème Brûlée ones?”

         He hummed against her mouth in confirmation, before pulling away.

         “You know, every day you make it harder and harder for me to let you go.” Y/N scratched the nape of his neck.

         The smile he entered the ED with was idiotically big, so much so when he met up with Jack on the roof, the night shift attending couldn’t help but break his stoic demeanor.

         “Jesus, brother.” Abbot dragged a hand down his face, a corner of his mouth pulling up in one of those rare smiles. “The girl’s got you whipped like a prepubescent teen.”

         “I feel like a prepubescent teen with her around,” Robby laughed. “Keeps me on my toes, I’ll tell you that.”

         Abbot just nodded, looking over the Pittsburg skyline. “Happiness suits you. You deserve happy.”

         He could only smile, because the truth was, ever since the conversation they’d had before falling asleep wrapped up in one another, he was almost euphoric.

         They’d been curled on her bed, her legs over Robby’s lap as both of them were engrossed in some form of literature – her in a fantasy book, the kind when he’d asked what it was about, she’d twisted the pages away from him, hiding her face that was no doubt heating up, while he was reading the newest of the medical journals.

         It was almost on instinct how his hand rested against Y/N’s thigh, squeezing the flesh there, prodding against the skin where the cast met it when she huffed and squirmed away.

         “Don’t," she muttered. “Because unless that hand of yours might slip higher up, you are not allowed to touch like that.”

         His lips pulled, ego rising at her words. “I’m just checking if everything’s good here.”

         “Everything’s good there,” her eyes drifted to her leg. “Besides, that’s just mean, what with you imposing celibacy on me.”

         He threw his head back in a laugh, eyes closed tight at the motion, and he could feel her hand move to the back of his neck. He tilted his head to look at Y/N.

         “I like seeing you laugh,” she scratched at the short hairs there, her Y/E/C eyes, a color that had quickly become his most favorite in the whole world, so incredibly soft as she looked at him. “I like seeing you relaxed. I sometimes think you forget how to be human. How to be just Michael.”

         “Well, being with you reminds me of it.” He took her hand and pressed a kiss against her knuckles. “It’s easy with you around… it’s easy to be just Michael.”

         “Yeah?” She tilted her head back to get a better look at him. “Is there a magic button I can push to turn off that doctor brain of yours, so you don’t worry about me that much?”

         He gave her a small grin. “It’s not the doctor part of the brain that worries about you. It’s the one that’s slowly falling in love.”

         Instantly, her whole body stiffened, mouth falling open.

         And so did his, because fuck, he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. At least not yet.

         Their eyes didn’t leave one another, but for a second there, Robby thought Y/N might not be breathing until air stuttered in her chest.

         “Umm,” he cleared his throat and took out the novel from her hands, tucking her bookmark in it before closing the pages. “Look… you don’t have to say it back. I know it might be too soon, but it’s something I’ve been feeling for a while. And… it’s not something I’m gonna take back.”

         “So…” Y/N swallowed hard. “So, these aren’t like empty words?”

         “No.” Robby gave what he hoped was a warm smile, her eyes lowering to watch how he fidgeted with the corner of a page of his journal. Gently, her fingers slipped between his, easing the rising anxiety. “I mean every single one of it.”

         Her little ‘okay’ was nothing more than a trembling exhale as he watched her mull over her thoughts. Just as he was about to say something to let her off the hook, to tell her anything that would interrupt the gathered silence, she spoke up.

         “I mean, if you were fucking with me right now, it’d be like the meanest thing in the world.” She sniffled and wiped at the corner of her eye.  “I uh… I can’t say I’m there yet, you know, but when I think about us… when I think about maybe a few years down the line it isn’t scary. Does that make sense?” She huffed, her fingers squeezing his tighter, as if afraid he’d disappear, and he squeezed right back, promising he wouldn’t. “Anytime I’ve been in a relationship, I’ve never really been able to see past the next few days. A few weeks maybe, but with you… I can see years. I can even see us with a cat.” Y/N let out a teary laugh, and Robby’s own bubbled up in his chest. “I mean if you don’t get tired of me before that.”

         “I’ll never get tired of you.”

         “You get what I mean.” She pulled up their interlinked hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “I just… it’s a tangible future. A solid one.”

         “And solid’s good?”

         “Yeah,” Y/N wrapped her other arm around Robby’s back, holding onto his waist like he always did hers. Like she was the one terrified he might slip away. He’d never dream of leaving, not after knowing how it felt the first time. The two weeks of regret and guilt made him wonder if he had norovirus with the way his stomach constantly roiled. “Solid’s very good.”

         Afterwards, they simply basked in the silence, and not before long, they were both side by side, covered by Y/N’s down duvet. He could tell she was just on the cusp of sleep when his words brought her back. “Cat? Singular?”

         “Maybe two,” she shrugged in his hold, yawning. “Or more. It depends on how many tears it takes for you to adopt a whole shelter, and trust me – I took theatre in high school. I can cry on command.”

         Robby snorted shaking his head.

         “But honestly,” Y/N continued, “I’m down for almost like any kind of pet, as long as it’s not a gerbil or a Guinea pig.” He felt her frown against where her face was tucked in the crook of his neck. “Those things die traumatic and dramatic deaths, and, not to toot my own horn here, I think I’m traumatic and dramatic enough for the both of us.”

         They fell asleep debating whether or not a landlord would allow them to keep a python as a pet, and Robby debated all the ways he could covertly block any search results on her devices about snake breeders.

        It was the question he’d presented to Dana and Heather, by the time it was four in the evening and the ED had slowed down a bit, hoping to get some advice from the two women.

         “Wait, don’t tell me you’re afraid of some little snake!” Heather pointed at him over the counter where he sat at the HUB station. “Dr. Robby! I didn’t take you for such a wuss!”

         He removed his glasses rubbing at his eyes. “First of all, she said she wanted a cat at first. And now suddenly I have to contend with the fact I might have to live with a twelve-foot Amazonian predator?”

         “Actually, royal pythons grow between three to six feet, not twelve,” Dana said. The two threw her a gaze, and she shrugged. “Kid’s going through a weird reptile phase, so I’ve been getting all kinds of interesting facts about them.”

         “Do not let them interact.” Robby pointed at her. “They will only encourage one another, and then both of us will -,”

         But his words were cut short as the pagers came to life, pulling all of the Pitt into action as a fire was happening in a local area, three ambulances inbound, five minutes out. However, any sort of thoughts about preparation for the incoming got washed away when the words Green Garden Glen came up.

         Instantly, Robby’s blood ran cold, his head snapping towards Heather and Dana. “That’s Y/N’s apartment complex. That’s her address.”

         “Robby, don’t go there,” Dana said, taking him by the biceps. “We don’t know anything yet, okay? Call her first while we still have some time. We’ll handle the prep.”

         “Fuck!” he buried his hands in his air, eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck, yeah. Okay.”

         It was a miracle his hands were steady as he fished the phone out of his pocket, years of conditioning taking over, even as his mind was like a ship being tossed around by a hurricane. But as the line kept beeping until an automated voice told him “The number you are trying to reach is unavailable,” he could feel the boat begin to sink.

         “Did you get through?” Heather asked, a frown on her face as Robby shook his head. “You know it doesn’t mean anything. The cell towers probably just can’t handle the influx right now.”

         But any words he might have, were stuck somewhere between his heart and his throat, as his brain mulled over what might’ve happened. Had it been her and Sara’s apartment? What was the damage? What was the cause? A candle? An oven? A stove? A forgotten hair-straightener?

         Robby would have kept spiraling like that, had it not been for Collins who brought back his attention to the present as the first gurney got wheeled in, an elderly man on it.

         He’d been around Y/N’s and Sara’s enough to recognize him as their first-floor neighbor, the one with a penchant for yelling at people who he believed were there to steal the roses he grew below his window.

         Mohan and Whitaker were examining him as they got instructed to wheel him to room eight by Princess.

         “Conscious and somewhat coherent,” Robby heard Whitaker describe while the neighbor kept rambling on and on about how the fire must’ve been set to kill his plants. “Surface level burns to the upper arm area and stridor in the lungs from smoke inhalation. Lidocaine was administered on the scene and continuous oxygen is being given.”

            “Recommendations?” Mohan asked.

         “Keep him on oxygen,” Mel piped up from where she’d joined the two. “Monitor the levels and if needed, prescribe antibiotics afterwards.”

         “And the burns?”

         “Given how it’s surface level, we’ll hook him up to an IV to replenish the fluids in his body, and wrap it up with some bacitracin on the affected area. A tetanus shot for precautionary measures,” Whitaker rattled off, eyes shooting between Mohan and Mel. “Is – was that right?”

         “You’re doing good, kid,” Mohan nodded and with that, they all disappeared into the assigned room.

         Robby’s eyes scanned the ED – Langdon was intubating a woman with the help of Mateo and Javadi, Dana had taken on a mother with a child, a bleeding burn wound to the kid’s leg, and Collins was coordinating with Princess and Perlah, all the while he stood there like a fucking idiot.

         “Get it fucking together,” he muttered to himself. It would do nobody any good if he didn’t do his job. He was the attending, for fuck’s sake. People relied on him. And yet he couldn’t move. It was only when a voice he dreamt about sounded in the room.

         Robby might’ve gotten whiplash from how fast he snapped his neck towards the entrance and saw Y/N get wheeled in on a gurney.

         “I’m fine,” her words were muffled by an oxygen mask as Dana rushed for her. “Seriously. Just got my leg bumped against the doorway, but I’m alright.”

         But the words had no meaning when Robby’s eyes zeroed in on her stomach.

         Red. Deep, dark red seeped through her (his) shirt, the one she walked around the apartment with, the one he’d remove from his body on her request and lay on a chair for her to wear the next day. It was now covered with too much of her blood.

         Why wasn’t Dana putting any pressure on it!?

         He was just about to rush to her when Heather stepped in the way. “Robby, no. You shouldn’t do this.”

         “The fuck I shouldn’t, I need to!” he exasperated, watching as McKay ran for her and together with Dana, wheeled Y/N out of his sight.

         “You, know this better than I do, we’re not supposed to treat people we know and care about.” She once again got in his way. “Don’t give Gloria a reason to get on your ass about preferential treatment.”

         “I don’t give a shit about Gloria or the administration!” He snapped. “Not when the woman I love is actively hurting!”

         “Yes, you do,” Heather asserted. “And it’s because you do, you will let McKay and Dana take charge. You know she’s in good hands with them. And you’re no good to Y/N without a head on your shoulders.”

         “Heather, please.” He dropped his head. “I can’t…”

         He didn’t need to finish the sentence for her to understand what he meant, because he’d already said the quiet part out loud.

         He loved her. Plain and simple. He wasn’t falling in love, not like he’d told Y/N the previous night. He already was in love. He just didn’t want to scare her away, by telling the true intensity of his feelings. And how could Heather or anyone ask him to step aside when his worst fears were coming true?

         After he’d heard about her nightmares about how she thought her leg might spontaneously fall off, certain images had appeared in Robby’s mind during the darker times of the day – Y/N in his ED, hooked up to a million wires and tubes, a ventilator keeping her breathing, while a neuro told him there was no brain activity.

         He’d woken up in a cold sweat that night, one of the few times they’d stayed separate. A full moon had blazed through his window as he’d made himself a cup of coffee and plopped down onto the couch.

         Robby had debated about calling or texting Y/N, just to make sure it had been only his mind working against him when she’d called him first.

         He picked up on the first ring. “Sweetheart?”

         He was breathless to hear her voice.

         “Sorry,” Y/N muttered. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

         “You didn’t,” his reply came quick, soothing her worries. “I was already up.”

         “Why?” He could hear her shuffling and huffing as she no doubt pulled herself into a sitting position. “Was it a bad shift? Need to talk?”

         “No, no…” he shook his head, even though she couldn’t see. And it hadn’t been a bad shift. It’d been a usual one, though his mind did wander to Jack and how it was going now. The night brought out every type of insane. “ ‘S probably just the moon. I forgot to pull the curtains closed.”

         “Ahhh.” Robby could practically see the grin stretching on her face. “So now you agree with me? That the full moon does make people crazy.”

         He chuckled recalling the debate they’d had the previous day. “I never disagreed with you. Anyone that works in any type of social sphere, knows full moon equals trouble. I just said people are not like the ocean – we don’t get the water in our bodies pushed and pulled at like that.”

         “Whatever you say, gramps. I don’t need you to confirm I’m right and you’re wrong.”

         They’d spoken for well over an hour that night, falling asleep on the phone to one another’s breathing as their lullabies.

         What if he didn’t get that anymore? What if he no longer had the chance to fall asleep next to her? To watch her put her makeup on? To help her wash her hair or curb her shopping addiction?

         What if he no longer could have that solid future with a cat in it?

         Fucking hell, he’d take a billion pythons if he had to, just as long as Y/N was there to help him with them.

         He wanted to fight. He wanted to rage and shove Heather away, but he knew she was right, and as that settled in his mind, all the energy left him like a tidal wave.

         Robby barely felt her pull his face to the crook of her neck, his hands weaving around her shoulders searching for any kind of grounding.

         “I can’t lose her,” he muttered, tears he’d tried to suppress falling unabated onto her uniform, while Heather rubbed a hand up and down his back. “I don’t think I can get through that.”

         “Look.” She pulled his face out from where he’d hidden it and made him look her in the eyes. “Go and help Santos. I’ll go talk with McKay and Dana, and see what the status is.”

         And there was nothing more he could do than just nod.

         It took her over three agonizing minutes, three minutes of him attempting to do his job as an attending, three minutes of challenging the decisions of his students, and making them explain their conclusions before Collins returned.

         The rock sitting atop Robby’s chest finally rolled away when she said, “Y/N’s fine. McKay and Dana gave her a thorough examination, and apart from mild smoke inhalation, there are no cuts, no burns, no bruises, no nothing.”

         “Thank you.” He pulled her in, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Thank you for being a sound voice when I couldn’t think straight.”

         “She’s really important to you, huh?” Collins pulled back, teasingly emphasizing the word ‘important’.

         “I yeah…” He dragged a hand down his face, the tips of his ears blushing, which meant he was probably as red as a fire truck already. “Yeah… She’s… something.”

         Heather patted him on the arm. “I’ll help them finish up here. You go and check on your… something.”

         He was never living down his words, but he didn’t care. By the time Heather had taken over, Robby was already halfway across the unit and entering the room where McKay and Y/N were conversing.

         They’d switched out the oxygen mask for a nose cannula, which meant she had to be getting better, but the second their eyes locked, Robby was by her side, her cheeks in his hands as his gaze roamed over her face and body.

         “Michael, look at me.” Y/N placed her palms over the top of his hands.

         “I am.”

         “No, you’re assessing me,” she countered him. “I said, I want you to look at me.”

         “I’m…”

         “Michael…” her tone was soothing. Warm. Comforting. And finally, he glanced at her. “I’m fine. And before you say or ask anything – it’s not blood.”

         Her hand went to the back of his neck, scratching at the skin there, trying to calm him. He should be doing it to her. Y/N had been the one who’d just gotten rescued from a burning building. But he couldn’t tell her no, as her fingers wove through his messy hair, calming his racing heart.

         “I was making dinner. Found that pasta recipe, the one I told you about when mom and I went to Valencia and got drunk off a pitcher of Aperol.”

         “So, this is…” His eyes went to the large red stain on the front of the shirt.

         “Tomato sauce. Poured the whole fucking jar onto myself when the fire brigade arrived. Sirens scared the shit out of me. Didn’t have time to change before I smelled the smoke and started on my way down.” Y/N smiled at him. Not a teasing quirk of the lips, but a reassuring one. She probably saw he wouldn’t be able to handle it in that moment. “It’s just tomato sauce.”

         And as what she was saying, registered in his brain, Robby could note the tangy and slightly sweet scent of the fruit. There was also some basil and garlic in there as well. And the color? Yeah, as he looked it over again, it wasn’t the dark and rich tone blood had, but a lighter, more orangey one.

         He looked up at her, her hand on his cheek. “I’m fine.”

         It was enough for him to pull Y/N into an embrace, knowing it wouldn’t hurt her.

         She was alright.

         She was living and breathing.

         Her heart was beating in a steady rhythm against his chest.

         She was safe and in his arms.

           As he catalogued these things, noting them down into the chart he had of Y/N in his head, Robby finally allowed himself to relax, as her hands moved up and down his back, dragging away the horrible images that’d invaded it.

           It was McKay clearing her throat, that suddenly reminded Robby where he was. “I uh, I’ve scheduled an x-ray for that leg of hers.”

         “Which I don’t need.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

         “Well, as your doctor, I say you do,” McKay countered.

         Robby intertwined their fingers. “Do it for me, please. All the jostling as you got down the stairs couldn’t have been good for the break.”

         “Fine,” she groaned. “But honestly, I wasn’t doing much of the climbing. Halfway down a fireman got hold of me and I got carried the rest of the way.”

         “Oh.”

         That was all he said, but it was definitely the wrong thing to say, because of the way Y/N’s gaze snapped to his, scanning his face for something. And when she found whatever, it was, she was looking for (a slight twitch to his left eye), her lips pulled back into a ferocious grin. “Jealous?”

         Robby sputtered before scoffing. “Of what? They were doing their job. If anything, I’m grateful for them.”

         And he was, of course. The thought of the firemen not getting to Y/N in time as she clambered down her fourth-floor apartment with a broken leg, was terrifying. But he couldn’t do anything to stop the blush from rising, nor could he hide the way his eyes shifted to McKay who was grinning just as much as his girlfriend.

         God, the Pitt would have a field day discussing him.

         “Don’t worry.” Y/N leaned up and pecked his cheek. “I kinda like it when you’re jealous, but as much as men in uniforms are hot, I prefer mine in hoodies.”

         A violent heat exploded through his body, especially as she looked him up and down like he was a walking-talking meal, and McKay didn’t do him any favors by letting out a low whistle and even pawing at him.

         That made Y/N throw her head back in a laugh, only to elicit a big coughing fit. Immediately, his palm was pressed against her back, helping her ride it out. Her teary eyes lifted up to meet his, mirth still glimmering as he wiped a tear from the corner of it.

         “Serves you right,” he mumbled, and chuckled, kissing the top of her head before helping her lay back.

         As McKay went on to check with radiology and get her a gown so she could get out of the dirty clothes, Robby handed Y/N a cup of water, before asking, “Where’s Sara? Is she alright?”

         “She’s fine,” she sighed, giving him back an empty cup. “She went out of town to visit her girlfriend’s parents at around two-ish? I don’t have my phone with me, though. Could you give me yours so I can give her a call?”

         “Of course.”

         “The apartment’s fine, by the way,” she said as she punched in Sara’s number. “The fire inspector said we’re okay to live there, as the only damage is the smell, but I’ll just air it out.”

         He despised the words coming out of her mouth. The thought of Y/N in an apartment that smelled of fire and smoke, surrounded by danger – Robby’s brain simply couldn’t comprehend it, so his mouth moved before he could tell it not to.

         “Move in with me.”

         The phone in her hand clattered to the ground, but neither cared. “What?”

         “Move in with me,” he said again, only a bit slower, to allow his head to catch up with what was happening. Not that it helped.

         “Michael…” Y/N let out a nervous laugh. “We’ve been dating for barely a month.”

         “I know, I just… I mean…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Your place is ruined.”

         “My apartment’s fine.”

         “Okay, let me rephrase that – as if I’d let you move back somewhere fire detectors are more decorative than action figures.”

         She raised her brows at that. “How’d you know the fire detectors didn’t work?”

         “You said it yourself – the sirens scared you. Means the detectors didn’t do their job. The building’s definitely not up to code.”

         “Look…” Y/N took one of his hands in hers, squeezing them whether to comfort herself or him, Robby didn’t know, but he held onto her touch nonetheless. “The only reason you’re asking me right now is because you’re scared. So please don’t get me wrong, when I say ‘no’, it’s not because I don’t want to. It’s because I want you to ask me when the time is right. Not after some emergency, but when you feel like you’re truly ready for it. I told you before – there’s no rush.”

         His heart warmed at her consideration. They’d had a similar conversation before where Robby’d laid out his insecurities of him being older, of feeling like he had to play catch-up with the younger generation and the world that was constantly changing.

         She’d thrown him the most epic side-eye she could muster while half awake and looking at him over the bowl of her oatmeal. After a long moment of silence, she sighed, chewed what was in her mouth and put her spoon down. “Do you really think I don’t feel the same way? I mean, you’ve done so much already in life. You have so much experience, and you’ve contributed so much good to the world. I constantly feel like I have to play catch-up with you. With proving my worth, with proving how even though I’m twenty-six, I’m worthy of you.”

         “You are! Why would you ever think any different?” He was flabbergasted even at the insinuation she wasn’t.

         She raised her brow at him. “Then why would you think that way about yourself?”

         Y/N had him there. Michael chuckled and shook his head, raising his coffee in a toast. “Touché, sweetheart.”

          Now, she was looking at him from the hospital bed, eyes just as kind as they’d been that morning. “When the time comes, I will say yes. But I want this to be something not done under duress. If it makes you feel any better, I can stay at yours for the night, but I’d like to go home and grab a few things before that.”

         “I can lend you clothes if you need them,” he eagerly offered. Call him a simp, as the youngsters said, but he lived for seeing Y/N in his clothing. Once the cast was off her leg and she’d gone to at least a couple of rounds of physio, he’d get her to wear just one of his shirts with nothing underneath. And hopefully she’d allow him to peel that piece of clothing off too…

         “Oh, no, that’s not… that’s not it.”

         Robby’s brows rose at the sudden stuttering and shyness, her heart picking up its rhythm and announcing it to everyone through the monitor she was hooked on. Now it was his turn to grin. “So, what’s going on?”

         Y/N buried her face in her hands. “You’re gonna think I’m weird.”

          “Sweetheart,” he hung his head like it was a horrific prognosis he was pronouncing. “You already are.”

         “Micheal,” she dragged his name through a laugh. “I’m being serious.”

         “And so am I.”

         “Alright, fine… Just please don’t laugh at me.”

         “I promise.” Though it was tough as it was to keep the smile from his face.

         She took in a deep breath as if steeling herself before nodding. “I uh, I got a weighted blanket.”

         Robby’s brows rose. “Okay… I’m not sure why I would find it weird. I mean if you think I’m such a blanket hog, you could’ve just said so.”

         “No,” Y/N shook her head, chuckling. “It’s not because of that. Though I have read that statistically, relationships where partners sleep with separate blankets, are healthier, happier and last longer, but it’s not because of that.”

         “Then why?” He brushed a finger along her cheekbone. “You having trouble sleeping?”

         He couldn’t remember Y/N tossing or turning much, though quite often if he got to her place after a prolonged shift, she’d already be in bed by then. Quietly, he’d shower and pull on a clean pair of boxers, before sliding into bed next to her. Like a magnet, she’d turn towards his chest, her good leg slipping over his hip and head moving to lie next to him on the pillow.

         “You’re one creepy crawly,” Michael had once told her as they were settling in for the night, his arms in a tight hold around her waist. By the morning, it would be numb, but he’d take it if it meant she stayed close. “It’s like you’re trying to get inside my skin.”

         So, he thought of that moment, when Y/N asked, “Do you remember that week when Jack asked to switch around for the day shift? It was literally the worst sleep I’ve ever had. And not because of anxiety or anything else… because I just can’t fall asleep normally without you.” She lifted her eyes to his and gave a shy shrug. “I can’t do it without your weight pressed against mine, or without feeling the dip in the bed when you sleep next to me. You… you’ve burrowed inside me like that.”

         The night when she’d called out of the blue came back to him.

How quickly she’d sense him slipping into the sheets beside her.

         That same morning when she said she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep after he’d woken to start the day.

         So many little things fell into place.

         “So yeah.” Her eyes were filled with hope as she looked at him. “When you do ask me to move in, properly ask me, I will say yes. Please don’t doubt that.”

         Robby was sure his heart was about to burst from his chest.

         On the one hand, he hated knowing Y/N couldn’t fall asleep without him being there. She shouldn’t be losing valuable time her body could be using to heal and rest, just because of him and the job he had.

         On the other, knowing the impact he had on her life, knowing just how important he was to her…

         Because she was that important to him too. Whenever he was too tired after a shift and went back to his place so as to not disturb her, his mind always remained there. He fell asleep to the image of Y/N playing behind his eyelids and woke up with her voice whispering ‘good morning’ in his head.

         He craved her presence, craved her smile and looks. He wanted for her mornings and evenings, and happiness and pain she might have. And for once, he felt like someone craved him that way too.

         “So…” Robby knew he must be red all over from the way his body felt on fire. “Can I ask you next week then?”

         Y/N chuckled, pulling him by the sleeve of his hoodie, so he could lean over her. “You’re impossible. But you’re my impossible.”

         Their sighs of relief mixed together, as their lips met.

         He wouldn’t tell her he was in love with her. Not yet. There was nowhere to rush.

Robby was no longer Sisyphus, rolling a boulder up a hill, only to watch it crash back down.

He was Odysseus finally returning home to his Penelope.

Tags: @kathrinemelissa A/N: I don't feel like this is my best work. I've rewritten this like three different times, and I had a couple of ideas that at the time I felt I could combine into one, but I don't think this flows as good as I would like it to, but I just really wanted to write from Robby's perspective for this one :( Part 3 is already in the works, and I'm definitely feeling better about that one :)

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pairings: platonic yandere!batfam x uninterested!male!reader summary: After being caught red handed stealing, (name) finds himself in the Wayne Manor, surrounded by his new family. (Name)'s disinterested in bonding is met with equally not caring siblings and father. As he spends his days alone, (name) realises his new family might care much more than he originally thought the did. cw: stealing, swearing, underage smoking, mentions of gambling and death a/n: idk why but Alfred makes me think of my grandad (which is ironic since I only know him from stories told by my family and I've never even met him) anyway let me know if you're interested in the first idea regarding the scene with (name) and Alfred that I scrapped worried it would be 'too graphic' based on this idea I had

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When (name) wakes up, the sun hasn't even risen. He's not sure about the exact time, as there's no clock in the room he was made to stay in, his phone still at his house, hidden away in fear of situations like this. The boy turns onto his back, his eyes wide open, not daring to fall back asleep. He tries to think of his next course of action. (Name) was hoping to run off during his trip to grab his clothes, but with the butler accompanying him, that won't be possible. And not really due to the age of the man, but simply because the boy doesn't want Alfred to get in trouble. He decides to come up with a different idea another time, hopefully with one that wouldn't get, what seems to be, the only worker in the manor.

Once (name) notices the first rays of light coming into the room, he decides it's probably time to move out of bed. Only then does he notice the grumbling of his stomach. (Name) sighs, walking into the bathroom; he'll have to look for a kitchen later.

The teenager checks the corridor twice, making sure he won't bump into someone as he's trying to find the kitchen. (Name) steps out of the room, doing his best to not make any unnecessary noises. He walks down the same set of stairs that he did the previous day, walking from one room to another until he finds the one he was looking for. Once in the kitchen, he opens the fridge, grabbing a few things that could make a decent breakfast. The boy doesn't take anything that he deems as 'too fancy' for his tastes, opting for simple vegetables and other produce. Stuff he figures nobody will really notice the absence of. The teenager is so focused on filling his stomach that he doesn't notice another person entering the room.

"Mast—, (name), if you were hungry, you could've come to find me. I would be happy to make you something." Butler speaking up causes the boy to jump up. He turns around; the food he made for himself is in his hands.

"It's alright, Alfred," (name) reassures, looking away, like a child caught doing something they shouldn't. "I don't mind making my own food."

"I know you don't, but next time, please don't be afraid to ask me. That's what I'm here for." Alfred smiles, deciding against pressing on the matter.

Alfred begins to smoothly move around the kitchen, grabbing ingredients and other things he needs to cook a meal. (Name) watches the man working as he eats the food he prepared. He debated going into a dining room but decided against it, worried that since the butler starts making breakfast, the rest of the family will get down to eating there. The boy isn't interested in meeting any of them.

"I don't have any work until lunch," Alfred announces, making (name) tilt his head in confusion. "I was thinking we could grab your clothes. That way I could wash the ones you are wearing in the afternoon," he adds, pointing at the boy's outfit with a butter knife.

"Works for me, I guess." (Name) shrugs, finishing up his food. Alfred notices the boy hesitating on what to do with the dish, so he decides to speak up.

"Just leave them in the sink; I'll put them in the dishwasher later." He points toward the appliance.

(Name) carefully puts the dishes into the sink, looking back at the butler for approval. Once Alfred smiles at him, telling him he should go and get ready so they can leave after the rest of the family eats their breakfast. The teenager takes one last look at the butler before leaving the kitchen. He makes his way back, the journey much easier now that he had done that once. He finds the staircase, slowly making his way up. When (name) is almost at the top, he notices something on the wall, close to the ceiling. As he walks up higher, he recognises the object. It appeared to be a surveillance camera. (Name) doesn't stop to give it a closer look, not wanting anyone who watches through them to notice his interest in the object. The presence of the camera changes the boy's plans as he decides to spend the next few days checking where the rest of them are. He'll also need a plan on avoiding some of them to make himself harder to find. 

As he enters 'his' room, the first thing (name) does is grab his hoodie. The one he hid under the pillow the previous night, just in case. As he puts it on, he realises he should clean up a bit or at least fix the bed , not wanting anyone else to touch the place he's sleeping on. The boy makes sure to make it in a different way to make it easier for him to tell if somebody was messing with it. With some more time to spare, (name) looks out the window, looking at the garden. He also looks over the fence further into the property, wondering if it has any loose spots, making his escape easier.

(Name) doesn't move from his spot next to the window when somebody knocks on his door. He tells them to come in, his eyes moving to the door. Alfred comes inside the room, noticing that the boy seemed to have made the bed. He also notices that it was made differently from how the beds are usually done in the manor, but he decides not to dwell on it too much. The butler figures that it must be the only way the teenager was taught how to fix it.

Alfred let the boy know that he's ready to leave whenever the teenager is. (Name) puts his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, nodding that he's ready. Both of them returned downstairs, this time moving opposite to where the kitchen was. To the boy's disappointment, Alfred leads him outside and not to the garage, where he could judge 'his father's' taste in cars; the boy frowns at the missed opportunity.

There's a car parked in the driveway; it looks slightly different than the one he was brought in. Alfred opened the door, his hand gesturing for the boy to get inside. (Name) sits onto the backseat of the car, the butler closing the door behind him. The boy plays with the hem of his hoodie, waiting for Alfred to walk around the car to start driving.

The car ride is mostly silent, save for (name) giving out directions to the butler. The boy enjoys the lack of words leaving Alfred's mouth, making him think that the whole journey might not be such a pain after all. (Name) lets the man know that his apartment building is on the left, ending the ride. Alfred finds a spot to park the car, hoping nobody will damage or, worse, steal it. After he makes sure the car is securely locked, he turns towards the building the boy is already at the entrance of. He tries not to show it, but the state of the building fills him with worry. Is it really where the boy was living? The paint chipping off the outside walls, exposing the brick, and the cracks surrounding the windows. The building was most definitely not up to any code and probably shouldn't even be lived in.

Even though worries of the building collapsing filled Alfred's head, he still followed the boy inside. As they were making their way up the stairs, an older woman came out of the flat on the bottom floor, probably hearing their steps. 

"Ah, (name), good to finally see you. You're a few days late to rent," she informs, glancing at the boy, then looking at Alfred from head to toe, the man getting uncomfortable under her judgemental stare. "I tried knocking, hoping your mom would pay, but it seemed that nobody was home."

"Sorry, Mrs Smith. Mom is busy with work, you know how she gets," (name) explains, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "I'll bring it to you in a bit," he promises with a shy smile.

The woman nods, taking another look at Alfred, before walking back inside her flat. He doesn't ask the boy about the lie he told Mrs Smith, knowing it's probably for the best that she wasn't aware that only the boy lives in the apartment. They resume their walk up the stairs until (name) stops at one of the floors, walking down the hallway. The butler watches him stop at one of the cracks in the wall and take out a key from it. The boy then stops in front of a door further down the hall, opening it with a key.

(Name) doesn't look back to see if Alfred is following behind him. He doesn't want to see the look of disgust the butler must have upon seeing the condition of the place the boy calls home. What the teenager isn't aware of is that Alfred doesn't look at it all with disgust but rather concern.

The flat is in much better shape than Alfred anticipated. It was mostly clean, other than the empty instant noodle packets and some other everyday litter. There was a blanket thrown over an old couch that looked like it had seen better days. As (name) disappears in what the butler believes to be a bedroom, Alfred is left to look around the main room of the apartment. He checks the kitchen, his worry deepening after noticing the state of it on top of the oven that looks like a fire hazard.

(Name) double-checks the stuff he throws inside the bag. He puts inside whatever he decides he might need, even if it would just be used as a fire starter. The boy doesn't own many clothes, so putting them all randomly inside the bag wasn't hard. It took him minutes to grab all of his belongings. There weren't many things that belonged to his mother that (name) kept. Most of them he was forced to sell a long time ago, so he won't go hungry or have to pay rent. A few things that the boy kept, he also stuffed inside the bag, even if that meant leaving behind a few shirts so he could close it. The boy takes an envelope from under the mattress, checking if there's enough inside to cover this month's rent. 

Walking back to the main area of the flat, (name) finds Alfred staring at something. As the boy walks closer to the man, he notices that Alfred is looking at the only picture the boy has of himself and his mother. (Name) doesn't know why the butler is staring at that picture so much, but he also doesn't care, snatching the picture away from Alfred's prying eyes. The man watches the boy put the photograph into a bag, carefully arranging it in between some shirts.

"I see that you packed your bag. Do you have everything?" Alfred asks, wanting to make sure neither of them would have to come back to this place.

"Not yet." (Name) puts his bag on the couch and walks towards the opposite side of the room, crouching next to a lamp.

Alfred sees the boy take out a flip phone, which doesn't surprise him after seeing the state of the flat. He figures it's the only phone he and his mother could afford. The butler uses the fact that (name) let go of his bag to grab it for the boy.

"Oh, it's fine. I can carry it myself," (name) says, putting the phone in his pocket. He steps closer to Alfred, trying to take the bag out of the butler's hands.

"Don't worry, (name), I'll make sure nothing happens to it." Alfred reassures the teenager, keeping a firm hold on the bag. "You just focus on locking up the place properly."

Both of them walk out of the flat. Alfred watches as the boy locks it and then puts the key into his pocket. (Name) wonders if he should give the key back to Mrs Smith, knowing that even if he could, it wouldn't be safe for him to return there. He walks down the stairs with Alfred following behind, stopping at Mrs Smith's apartment to give her the envelope. The boy returns the key as well, mentioning that he and his mother were moving out. The woman didn't ask any questions, figuring it's not her business. Both of them walk out of the apartment building, and Alfred lets out a sigh of relief. He didn't show it, but staying in a building that was in such a state was filling him with anxiety. The butler walks with (name) back to the car, putting the boy's bag into the trunk.

"Alfred, do you think we could visit her grave?" (Name) asked, his eyes focused on the ground before him. "I don't know when I'll be able to visit, and I'd hate to leave without saying goodbye."

"Of course, (name)." Alfred agrees with a soft smile. "I'd be happy to take you." The man closes the trunk, moving to open one of the back doors.

"Let's walk; it's not far," (name) suggests, not seeing a point in turning on a car to drive such a short distance.

"Lead the way." Alfred closes the door, still smiling.

(Name) was right about the cemetery not being far, as the journey takes less than ten minutes. From the moment they entered the cemetery, (name) was only looking at the ground as if afraid to look at any of the graves. Alfred, on the other hand, takes a moment to read some of the names written on the graves. He's so distracted that he almost misses (name) stopping in front of one of them. Alfred stands next to the boy, whose expression he couldn't read. The man then looks at the grave, reading the words on the gravestone. 

(Mother's name) (Last Name) beloved mother Born xx-xx-xxxx Died xx-xx-xxxx

"It's been…" Alfred begins to speak, but the words are caught in his throat.

"Seven years, yeah," (name) finishes, his eyes never leaving his mother's gravestone.

"You were only ten." Alfred's cracks, trying so hard not to imagine a little boy burying his mother all by himself. "How did nobody find out?"

"If you know where to go, they won't ask you questions." (Name) shrugs, finally looking up at Alfred. "Mrs Smith's late husband helped me bury her, only wanting some money so he could gamble behind his wife's back. Honestly, I'm kind of surprised he never mentioned my mother's death to her."

Neither of them moved for a while after that. Alfred is still trying to understand how this boy managed to survive on his own for so long. He pitied the boy, wishing Bruce had found out sooner about him. Maybe then, (name)'s life would be a little easier.

The drive back to the manor is quiet, with Alfred checking on the boy's wellbeing in the rearview mirror. The butler wants to say something, anything that could bring comfort to (name). No words seemed good enough; after all, what could you say to a teenager who lost his mother almost a decade ago?

Back in the manor, (name) uses the need to unpack his bag as an excuse to get away from the butler. The boy makes his way back to 'his' room, closing the door shut behind himself. He doesn't take out much from his bag, only a fresh set of clothes, some underwear and the picture of his mother. He changes into the clothes, wondering if he should throw the old ones to the humper or ask Alfred if he can wash them himself. The teenager ends up putting them in the hamper, knowing that the butler would find a reason for the boy to not wash them himself.

(Name) makes sure his bag is hidden under his bed before heading out of his room to look for more cameras. The boy roams the hallways of the manor, hoping that he looks like a clueless child exploring his new home. He tries to remember as many locations of the devices as possible. He hopes to ask Alfred for some paper and pens to write them down later, but in the meantime his memory has to be enough. (Name) turns around after hitting a dead end, deciding to look for the butler for his request, when he bumps into someone. The man had broad shoulders, partially hidden behind the grey hoodie, his hair messy, like he’d just run a hand through it — dark, tousled. Man's vibrant blue eyes, running over (name)'s younger frame.

"Hey, you're new here, right?" The man asks with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He only earns a shrug from (name), making the man let out an awkward cough. "Anyway, have you seen Tim? He's not in his room."

(Name) shakes his head, his brows furrowed slightly. The man already established that he's new here; how could he know where Tim is? The man with blue eyes leaves, understanding that he won't get the answer from the boy. The teenager finds that the more he learns about 'his' father's family, the less interested he becomes in interacting with any of them.

(Name) decides that it's enough of being outside of his room for the day, returning to the only space in the manor he feels somewhat safe in. The boy spends the next hour or so recalling the locations of the cameras he saw like a mantra. 

The boy is so wrapped up in remembering the cameras that he doesn't notice the sun beginning to set on the horizon. The knock on the door made (name) jump slightly, not expecting anyone to bother him in 'his' room. He lets the person behind the door know that they're welcome to come inside. The door opens, Alfred coming inside with a smile.

"(Name), I was wondering if you'd like to join the rest of the family for dinner tonight?" Alfred asks, the smile not leaving his face. The boy is about to decline when Alfred speaks up: "It would not only mean a lot to your father to see you getting along with the rest of the kids but to me as well."

Alfred watches the boy hesitate, possibly laying out the options, before agreeing. (Name) decides that meeting the rest of the family wouldn't hurt. Knowing who to avoid could be useful for him in the long run.

"Alfred? Do you think I could get some paper and a pen?" (name) asos, following behind the butler.

"Of course," Alfred smiles, his voice soft. "I'll make sure to put a notebook and some pens in your room after dinner."

You thank the man, taking a deep breath as you enter the dining room. You take a look around the table, not failing to notice all of the seats being taken. Alfred wonders why you don't sit down, so he also checks the table, noticing as well the lack of space for the boy.

"I invited Connor over," said the one in the hoodie, barely looking up from his plate. "Figured it wouldn’t hurt."

"It’s not like he ate with us yesterday," the youngest muttered, arms crossed and tone sharp, not missing a beat.

"Still, I believe you—" the butler began to speak, hoping to resolve the issue and still have (name) join the table.

"It's alright, Alfred." The boy interrupts the man's sentence, not seeing a point in staying in the room. "I would rather eat in my room anyway," (name) assures, hoping to just leave.

The butler sighs, fixing up a plate for the boy. (Name) hangs around the man, trying to ignore the stares at everyone sitting at the table. He grabs the plate from Alfred, thanking him. He can't help but overhear a conversation that started the moment they noticed him leaving.

"He's so weird," a voice that sounded like it belonged to the youngest spoke. "His mother should've raised him better." After hearing that (name) was close to returning to the room, giving the child a piece of his mind, but another voice stopped him from doing so.

"You shouldn't say that he's still your sibling." (Name) wasn't quite sure whose voice belonged to, but he was glad somebody was telling the child off.

"You don't know shit, Conner," the youngest spoke again. (Name) suddenly wishes he took a better look at the people at the table so he could know how the boy looked. 

Back in his room, (name) eats his dinner in peace, trying not to dwell on what the youngest Wayne said. Around the time the boy finishes his meal, Alfred comes around, as promised, carrying a notebook and a few pens. He puts them down on the desk with an apologetic smile. The boy uses the moment to ask the butler if he needs any help around the manor, mentioning that helping the man clean up would make it a great way to explore the place. The butler assures him that he's more than capable of taking care of the manor and that the teenager doesn't have to worry about others looking at him weirdly, most of them being used to kids roaming the place. It's almost a weekly occurrence that somebody walks the halls of the manor trying to learn its layout for the first time.

The next day (name) decides to take Alfred's words to heart and continue roaming the manor. The boy eats his breakfast in the butler's company, who still insists that he could make something for (name). The teenager moves to a different wing of the manor, hoping that, by expanding the knowledge about the layout, he could leave the place without ever being noticed.

As (name) walks deeper into the new wing of the manor, he finds himself growing anxious, the true size of the place finally hitting him like a truck. The boy feels trapped in the maze of the hallways. He doesn't pay proper attention to his surroundings anymore, no longer looking around for cameras, his mind fixated on returning to more familiar parts of the manor. (Name) rounded a corner too fast and collided straight into someone.

"Sorry," he blurted out, stumbling a step back. "I got kind of lost."

The guy he bumped into barely flinched. Tall, athletic build, warm brown skin, tight curls cropped close. Dressed casually but sharp: sneakers, dark jeans, and a long-sleeved shirt rolled at the elbows like he was always ready for something. (Name) recognises the boy from the family dinner fiasco.

"Nah, you’re good; don’t worry about it," the guy said with a relaxed grin. "You’re new here, right?"

"Oh, yeah," (name) nodded, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Wow, didn’t know Bruce adopted another one." He extended a hand. "I’m Duke. Nice to meet you."

"(Name)," the boy replied, accepting Duke's hand and shaking it.

"I could show you around if you want." Duke offers a wide smile on his face.

"I’d rather explore blind; it helps with feeling the vibes of the space." (name) shook his head. Duke laughed a little at that, and it wasn’t mocking, no, it sounded like he got it.

"Maybe I could join you?" Duke asks, eager to get to know the new addition to the family. It was his first time meeting 'new meat', after all.

"Sorry," (name) said, not unkindly, just honestly. "I’d rather do that by myself."

"That’s fine," Duke replied, a smile never leaving his face. "If you ever need company, my room’s around the corner, third door on the left. I’ll be happy to hang out with you."

And with that, the other boy is gone, leaving (name) alone with his thoughts. He's not sure what to think of the teenager that he just met. 

(Name) resumes his journey, this time much less anxious as his mind focuses on playing the meeting with Duke over and over again. With him being all in his head, it was only a matter of time before (name) bumped into somebody again. Luckily for the teenager, this time it was Alfred who offered to help him find his way back to his room.

The boy spends the rest of the day cooped up in his room, only leaving for lunch that's accompanied by the butler. The rest of the time, (name) focuses on writing down the plans of the manor. He excludes the part he explored today, labelling it as being too far and too complicated to navigate for him to use it as his escape route. After dinner, which is also eaten with the butler, (name) asks Alfred if he could check out the garden.

"Of course, (name)," the butler smiles, happy that the boy decides against spending the evening in his room. "Just put on a hoodie; it's getting colder."

(Name) nods as if he wasn't already planning on grabbing one. He retreats to his room, putting on a hoodie and hiding a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in his pocket. On his way out to the gardens, he doesn't meet anyone, the manor feeling colder than the outside.

The boy finds a secluded area in the back of the garden, next to an overgrown pond. He takes out a cigarette, lighting it. (Name) inhales the smoke, filling his lungs with it. His body relaxes in the places he wasn't aware he was tense in. As the teenager smokes down half of the cigarette, it's taken out of his hands.

"I don't think it's good for you, kid," a man said, voice low and rough, like gravel under boots, with just the slightest edge of concern buried beneath all that worn-out indifference.

He blinked, startled, watching as the man stepped back and crushed the cigarette under his boot without ceremony. Older—by a few years, maybe—leaning against the crooked base of a crumbling angel statue. Leather jacket, boots that had seen better fights, and eyes that looked like they didn’t sleep much unless knocked out cold. He didn’t smile. Didn’t really look at him, either. Just knew exactly what he was doing.

"Isn’t it, like, the whole point of them?" he said, irritation bleeding through.

"Don’t play smart with me," the guy shot back. "I don’t care if your mother died; you shouldn’t go around smoking. It’s bad for the image."

"You don’t look like someone who gives a fuck about the image of this family," (name) laughed, short and sharp.

"Because I don’t." A small, crooked smirk. "But I don't want to listen to everybody's whines." The guy kicked a stone into the pond.

"Who are you anyway?" The guy looked at (name) sideways, like deciding whether or not to answer.

"None of your business." And with that, the guy turns around, walking down the path to the manor, not looking back to see if (name) takes out another cigarette.

Later that night, after a shower, (name) takes out the notebook. He carefully crafts a plan, hoping to leave the manor forever by the end of the week. The boy makes sure to plan out every possible outcome in case somebody notices him as (name) leaves. The boy also plans out an idea if somebody from the family were to find him.

The next few days, (name) makes sure to act as unalarming as possible. He's hoping to not attract attention from any of the residents of Wayne Manor. The boy continued eating his meals with the butler, the man being the only person in the family he was interacting with. The nights were spent polishing up the plan.

The boy started to believe he was getting away with the plans until one of the lunches with Alfred, the one less than two days before leaving the manor. Both of them were eating their food in silence, as they usually did. The butler's brows were furrowed, him trying to think of a way to approach something that he worried might be a sensitive topic.

"(Name), I couldn't help but notice that you haven't unpacked your bag yet," the man begins, his voice calm in order not to scare the boy. "Any particular reason as to why?"

"It's just… hard." (name) only partially lies, knowing that even if he wasn't planning on escaping, he would probably be too scared to unpack. "Feels like I'm letting go of my life. Of my mother?" The butler nods, understanding where the boy is coming from.

Over the course of the next few days, (name) starts preparing to leave the manor. He collects snacks with long expiration dates in his room, forcing them between the clothes in his bag. Every night, before falling asleep, the boy goes over the plan, looking for any loopholes. 

The day of the escape comes faster than the boy expected. That night, (name) stays awake until late at night; the clock struck three in the morning. He stands up from the bed he was sitting on, pulling a hoodie over his head. The teenager grabs his bag before taking another look over his room to make sure he doesn't leave anything behind. The manor is quiet, almost as if he were the only one in there.

(Name) already knows where to go; the window he picked up was found with ease, no light needed. As he reaches it, he hopes he's not wrong about the wines next to the window being strong enough to hold his weight. (Name) swings his legs over the window, taking one last look down the corridor, making sure nobody is watching. He throws the bag onto the ground before grabbing the wines. The boy places his steps carefully, slowly making his way down. Once he feels like he's low enough, he lets go of the vines, landing on the ground. From there the journey is easy, a few metres to the fence. Getting over it wasn't a problem with (name) having experience in jumping fences from his nightly stealing escapades.

The second the boy is on the other side of the fence, he starts running down the street, not looking back at the manor. He felt like a little kid, worried to spot 'his' father, or worse, Alfred, right behind him. (Name) only slows down when he reaches further into the city.

The teenager finds an abandoned building as far away from the manor as possible. In there he spends a few days, living mostly off the snacks he sneaked out and some questioning-looking water he found. He doesn't leave the building, not wanting anyone to spot him and alarm 'his' father.

Even after the snacks run out, the boy waits a whole other day before leaving the safety of the building. A bag hanging from his shoulder as he finds the right shop to 'borrow' things from. (Name) hangs around, mostly hidden in the shadows, waiting for the shop to close for the night.

With the precision of a surgeon, the boy picked the lock on the backdoor, allowing him to enter. He places some food and a few water bottles inside his bag, getting ready to leave. He stops in front of the cash register, wondering if there's any money in there. The boy decides to take his chance, forcing the register open. Luckily for him, there were a few bills that he grabbed. Maybe thanks to them, his next trip to a shop would be without breaking in. On his way out, (name) makes sure to grab a few packs of cigarettes, figuring it wouldn't hurt.

After leaving, the boy makes sure to make the lock look like it wasn't picked. He felt a little bad stealing from the owner and didn't want someone else to use the opening in the shop's security to steal even more things. (Name) lets out a sigh of relief, knowing the hardest part of the night is over and the only thing left to do is find another spot to camp in.

"Pretty sure your father wouldn't be happy about this," a low voice spoke behind (name), making him jump, scared.

The boy turned around to see who spotted him. (Name) sees a man dressed in black, a cape moving with the wind. The teenager recognises the man, knowing there's only one person in Gotham that's dressed like that. It's Batman.

"I'm pretty sure he hasn't noticed my absence." (name) feels confident, knowing the worst Batman could do is put him in timeout or something. No kill rule and all. "He'll live."

(name) is ready to leave, then the man grabs him by the collar. Batman starts dragging the boy somewhere, ignoring the yells and thrashing around them from the teenager. (Name) is so focused on trying to get the man to let go that he doesn't notice the two of them entering a building.

"Don't worry, Batman, we'll take it from here." A voice that belonged to Commissioner Gordon snapped the teenager out of the daze he was in. His head shot towards the Commissioner.

Batman lets go of the boy, who's instantly grabbed by two police officers. Same ones who brought him in all those days ago. The officers lead him towards the back of the station, putting him in the same cell he was sitting in the first time they caught him. The workers leave, grabbing the boy's bag, ignoring his protests. (Name) isn't left alone in the cell for long, Commissioner Gordon joining him soon enough.

"Don't worry; you'll get your bag back when your father comes and picks you up in the morning," the man assures, a tired look on his face.

The commissioner was hoping to never see the boy in such a space, remembering how much trouble he went through with finding the (name)'s biological father. As neither of them are in the mood to talk, Gordon doesn't stay long in the cell. He sees that the boy was away from the manor for at least a few days, judging by the dirt on the boy's clothes.

Gordon tells the boy to get some sleep, reminding him that his father will be notified in the morning about what he's done. With that, the commissioner leaves. (Name) looks around, a sense of déjà vu hitting him. It wasn't a long time since he left the cell.

(Name) lies down, wondering what he'll tell the person that would pick him up. He's not sure who he should hope for. ' His' father? Maybe it's not like he cares what the man thinks. Alfred? The boy knows that he's more likely to be picked up by the man, which scares him. (Name) isn't sure he'll be able to look into the butler's eyes after a stunt like that.

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[tiredandsapphic]

꩜ PINING, MATTHEWS?

pairing ꩜ lottie matthews x femreader

summary ꩜ lottie finds herself oddly infatuated over the local record shop girl, the feelings mutual

an ꩜ wc 1.5k, oh medicated lottie, plz come home, the kids miss u

Who knew Wiskoyak would be cool enough to have a local record store. Thank gods it did, because it was probably one of the best jobs someone could have. Though if it wasn’t for your parents’ connection to the owner, you’d probably not have the job. But here you are, working part time in the perfectly dusty store.

Lottie didn't even know there was a record store so close, not until Van brought it up one day after practice. She practically forced the poor girl to visit claiming that there's more to the music world than just Mazzy Star and The Cranberries.

With her ego half bruised and a newfound curiosity, she searches for this so-called store with Van's shitty directions. She eventually finds it, tucked behind a local cafe and mechanic shop. 

When she enters, she's hit with the smell of incense and cigarettes, walls lined with posters. Faint record playing in the back, something she can't quite recognize, maybe Kate Bush? Her presence surrounded by the rows of cassettes and dusty vinyls, she almost doesn't notice you.

You're at the front counter, legs kicked up on a stool, chewing on a pen cap as you scribble in your notebook. You don't even look up.

Her so-called rich-girl aura doesn't exactly scream grunge record store— she suddenly feels very out of her element. But determined as Lottie is, with a pretty girl and a mission in front of her, she awkwardly approaches the counter.

Her footsteps draw your attention up, expecting some middle-aged guy looking for another Nirvana cassette. Your eyes widen slightly when your gaze travels up a figure in a letterman jacket, to deep brown eyes. Shit.

She smiles at you right away, her discomfort clearly on her face and now you feel the sudden need to make it all better. "Hey," is what you start with, mirroring a warm smile as you look up.

"Hi, I— uhh, to be honest, my friend kind of bullied me into coming here, and I have zero clue what I'm even looking for." She explains in a voice that makes you melt. She's sweet, but god she's fidgety, weirdly nervous. It's like watching a candied tragedy.

Laughing softly, you throw down your notebook, leaning forward on the counter to give her your undivided attention. Lottie's face is now feeling more warm.

"Oh yikes, I see," you raise your brows in a soft teasing way, "well I can help with that. What do you like?" And the question is so genuine, it's like you actually want to know, not just because it's your job.

She fumbles for a moment, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, the smallest crease in her brow. It's adorable. 

"I think Mazzy Star and Fiona Apple— but I also really like The Cranberries before a game." The tall girl admits and you nod along, slightly smitten by her taste. And a wave of realization runs over you.

"A game? Oh wait shit, you play for the Yellowjackets." You exclaim and it takes her back a bit, then an embarrassed smile grows on her face. "I'm guessing that the friend that bullied you into coming here is Van?" 

Lottie laughs and nods, "Mhm, that's her. She speaks highly of this place— and you, apparently you're ‘the girl that knows her shit’. Honestly I didn't know it existed." She admits, her eyes on you the whole time. You just chuckle.

"Yeah, a lot of people say that. It's my little heaven, I really only got the job because I know the owner, and of course, know my shit." You admit and stand up, smoothing down your clothes as if you were trying to look presentable. "Also I can totally work off your taste, it's good." You smile and she flushes, you can't help but flush as well.

"I'll feel less like a lost cause, thanks." Her footsteps trail behind you as you walk towards one of the aisles. "I'm Lottie by the way." She adds, if not a little awkwardly.

You give her a smile and tell her your name, which makes the girl beam just a little more. Lottie eyes you as you flip through some shelves, admiring the determined look on your face.

You start to pull out some albums, making small comments, even little music facts. Lottie's knees suddenly feel so weak.

You stop yourself mid word vomit, painted nails gripping a The Cure vinyl. "Oh my god, I've been rambling for the past 10 minutes on music, I'm sorry, you must think I'm a dweeb." You laugh, your cheeks feeling hot.

"No—" she adds, maybe a touch too quick, "not at all," she laughs softly, "it's cute, please, I don't think I've learnt this much about music before than now." She says as if she wasn't looking at you instead of the vinyls the whole time.

You look at her as if she just proposed— your heart certainly feels like she did. 

"Okay, good, because I haven't even shown you half of it yet." You grin and she just nods, more than happy to watch your fingertips skim the vinyl spines as you talk.

You probably talk for way too long, but the lack of other customers and her personality becoming less nervous just makes something click. She makes small jokes that have you laughing, and your job just becomes much more worth it.

At one point she skims over, standing in front of a small section that's labelled 'staff picks'.

"Careful. That section's dangerous. You might leave with a personality." You say casually with a teasing look.

She just blinks at you then laughs, and you walk over. You grab a vinyl off the wall. "Actually, here, I think you'll really like this."

And you hold out an Alanis Morissette album. "If you don't like it, full refund." You say half jokingly, but you're too confident in your music match making skills. "Perfect before a game too."

Lottie's deep gaze flickers from you to the album for a few moments before she takes it, her fingers brushing yours. Your internal record player skips. 

"I'll take your word for it." She nods, clutching the album like it's holy.

It's not even then that Lottie goes to cash out, she still trails by as you show her more, even sharing your own favourite artists, which she locks in her mental diary.

You eventually walk over to the counter to ring her up, almost saddened to do so. You wanted her to stay longer, so did she. Though her short trip evolved into something much longer.

Lottie keeps glancing at you during checkout. She's got that flustered soft fidgeting, biting her lip, her fingers twitching by her wallet, clearly wanting to say something but chickening out. 

So, while she's distracted digging through her bag, you build up the courage to make a move— sorta. You grab a post-it note, scribbling your number and writing 'Call me if you want more dangerously good taste. Or a date. Whichever.' and tuck it into the sleeve of the album.

You look back up and slide her the album, taking her money, as if you hadn't just did the boldest thing you've ever had the courage to do.

"Thanks, for all this." She says as she grabs the vinyl off the counter.

You just nod, "any time, I know this was your first time here, and I really hope it's not your last." 

Lottie smiles, her internal circuit malfunctioning. "I'll have to make sure you're on shift then, next time." She says softly before whispering a soft goodbye.

Your heart thumps as you watch her leave, blinking like you've just had the rug pulled from underneath you. You immediately bend over the desk like you've been shot in the chest, your hands on your face. You don't know whether to throw up or celebrate.

Later that night, after a long shift haunted by thoughts of the tall athlete, you lie on your bed, sprawled out like a coming-of-age movie.

Then your landline rings, coming from your cluttered desk beside your bed.

Your heart stops, it could be anyone, but your chest knows.

"Hello?" You answer after the second ring, finger fidgeting with the twisted wire.

"Hey, it's— uh. Lottie. From earlier." Her voice is a little shakier on the line.

"Oh. Oh, hi." Suddenly the wire of your landline is very intriguing, acting as if you weren't the one who asked for this.

"So. I found something in my record sleeve." She says, open ended.

"Oh. Yeah. That." Total deer in headlights. "Was that okay?"

She laughs at your tone softly, "More than okay. I was wondering... if maybe I could take you up on the offer." 

"Which part?" You're nearly breathless.

She pauses, "Well, preferably both, but the mostly second part." 

"Good, I was mostly hoping for that part." And suddenly your world flipped, for the better. 

You clutch your pillow tighter, the idea of a date with her no longer just a dream, but now a promise.

[minalover]

When Maddie's morning cup of decaf is interrupted by a persistent knocking at the door, she just knows it's Buck. Buck, her beloved baby brother, her pearl of great price, the biggest pain in her ass, having what is, no doubt, another crisis about his love life. Is it Tommy? Is it Eddie? Is it Taylor Goddamn Kelly?

Who knows. Truly.

She slowly pushes away from the kitchen table, forever grateful that her toddler, who would not have slept through this incessant banging, is already at school. Her belly, now at just over eight months, tilts her forward, causing her to waddle like a penguin across her living room and towards the noise.

She grips the handle and starts talking before she even opens the door.

"I told you, Buck, you've just gotta tell him--"

But it isn't Buck.

"Eddie," Maddie says, slightly louder and more shocked than she intended. "It's like, 9:30 in the morning, is everything okay?"

Taking him in, he doesn't look okay. His hair is wild, like he's been running his fingers through it over (and over) and over again. His cheeks are tomato pink and he's almost vibrating.

"Maddie. Hi. Hello. Good morning."

"Good morning, Eddie," she placates, putting on her best toddler-about-to-have-a-tantrum voice. "Would you like some coffee? It's decaf."

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Decaf's good."

He grabs his hair (again), pushes it out of his face (it wasn't in his face), and barrels through the front door and toward the kitchen.

By the time Maddie makes it back there, Eddie's standing and staring blankly at the coffee pot.

"Can you let me just--I'll just sneak in here--"

"I kissed Buck."

Maddie flops down on one of the chairs at the island.

"Okay, you wanna run that by me one more time?"

Eddie flings himself around, luckily catching himself with his hands on the other side of the little table from Maddie.

"I kissed him! He was taking Chris to school, and I walked up to Chris and I grabbed his head, like I do all the time, and kissed him on the top of the head, like I do, all the time, but then I just..."

With the patience of every saint in the communion, she waits for Eddie to finish his sentence.

"I grabbed his head. And I kissed him."

"On the lips?"

"No. On the forehead. He's tall. I keep forgetting."

Maddie takes a loud breath. Not as deep as she'd like, but the oxygen is good. At least that's what Chimney says when he has to deal with buckandeddie at work.

"Okay. And how do you feel about that?"

Somehow, Eddie's cheeks go from tomato pink to pomegranate magenta.

"I don't know, I mean. I. I think Buck will be unbelievably cool about it," Eddie rambles, speed increasing while his oxygen is definitely decreasing. "Like he's cool about everything. Christ, what was I thinking just moving back into his house that I abandoned, oh God, Maddie, does he think I abandoned him? I never wanted to, I never meant to--"

"Woah, there, Eddie, slow down." She's pretty sure that her brother's about to feel some kind of way if Eddie spontaneously combusts in her kitchen.

Eddie's breathing heavy, chest and shoulders cascading up and down with the air he's shoving in and out. His eyes are wide and, if Maddie's not mistaken, there are tears growing in his lash line.

"Eddie?" Maddie questions gently, moving her hand over his, a symbol of support in the echoes of his mind. "I think we might need an answer to that question."

"Which question?"

"How do you feel about it? That you kissed Buck on the forehead?"

She watches as he schools his face into something loud, and then quiet, and then dark. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. Doesn't open them before he speaks.

"Like I want to kiss him again."

He opens his eyes, big and brown and full of tears. They meet hers, and, by the way his face is swimming in her vision, hers might match.

"Oh, Eddie."

"I know, Maddie," he continues frantically, pushing his free hand in and out of a fist on the table. "I can't ask that of him. I moved back in with him and he's been so unbelievably--"

"Cool," she adds on a laugh. "So you said."

"Maddie," Eddie groans.

"Eddie, Buck has never been cool. Not a day in his life. Especially not about you."

He freezes in his shoes, fist halfway curled open like some sort of claw.

"What do you mean?"

"Eddie. Come on. He's crazy about you. I've known it from the beginning."

His face, wide and open, apparently needs a little more information than that.

"Look, I called his crush on you before he'd even moved out of Abby's house!"

If it's possible, Eddie's mouth is now open wider.

"Maddie... I can't... have this enormous crush on him. Be... in love with him. He's my roommate, and my best friend and I can't lose him. I won't. I refuse."

"Oh," she scoffs, "so you're just gonna swallow this down forever?"

In an instant, Eddie goes smaller than she's ever seen him before. His voice is small too.

"If I have to. He can never know."

"Uh, it's a little late for that," Chimney interrupts from the dining room.

Maddie and Eddie both snap their heads up towards the voice. But instead of Chimney they see, it's--

"Buck?"

Eddie's hand is still in Maddie's, but his voice is now directed to her little brother, standing wide-eyed behind Chimney, shoulders slouched like he used to do when he'd had a bad day at school. She pats his hand and pushes off the table, waddling over to her husband.

"Buck, why don't you and Eddie sit and have some coffee. There's decaf in the pot."

She watches as Buck moves through the room, brushing her across the shoulders as he passes, but eyes never once moving from Eddie.

As she and Chimney back up a little farther into the dining room, she hears her brother's voice.

"Did you mean it?"

"Did I mean what?"

"Well, all of it. Any of it. Did you mean what you told my sister? Did you mean to kiss me this morning before you left the house?"

"Eddie kissed Buck?!" Chimney whispershouts into Maddie's temple, as she brings a hand to his upper arm to slow him down. They're not eavesdropping, no of course not. Just. Enjoying the view from their dining room on a beautiful morning where they each have a few hours together. Of course.

"What if I do?" Eddie starts again.

"What if you do?" Buck questions back.

"Mean it."

"Then I'm gonna need you to kiss me again. And aim a little lower this time, would you?"

Maddie grabs Chimney by the arm and drags him all the way back to their bedroom, lest they bear witness to a secret that's definitely not theirs to tell.

[kaxela]

kuroo bf headcanons w/ short stories

₍^. .^₎⟆ (kurooxfem!reader)

not proofread.

When you would complain that you're not feeling well, Kuroo would always diagnose you + come up with the perfect solution to your problem. EVERYTIME.

"Babe," You cry out. "I'm not feeling well for some reason. Like, I feel dizzy?"

This man runs up to you all worried. He starts putting the back of his hand to your forehead. He kind of ponders what may be wrong, and then has his little aha moment.

"Did you eat anything at all today?"

"No-"

You were going to add on more, but that 'no' was all he needed to hear. He swiftly digs into into his cross-sling bag. He frickin' pulls out a convenient banana and just hands it to you.

"Low blood sugar, babe. Here ya go."

Okay, I don't know why. I totally see Kuroo playing basketball here and there. Except it's just for fun and not competitive compared to his volleyball. He loves bringing you out to play with him.

The two of you were at a local park near your home. You were neck to neck with him at a game of basketball. Kuroo could be absolutely insufferable as a defender.

Just before you think you're able to shoot the ball in the hoop, he easily defends your shot.

"Bam!" He exclaims as the ball flies back to his palms. No doubt, he's a middle blocker.

You measly try to smack the ball before he throws a 2-pointer. You fail, miserably. He somehow manages to flawlessly makes it in without the ball hitting the rim.

Moments later . . .

"Kuroo, I want to be able to do dunk." You hop with the ball in your grasp. To no luck, you aren't able to do an insane vertical jump like your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend absolutely dies at the sight of you attempting to be like a D1 basketball player. You swear his hyena laugh could be heard miles away. Without even thinking, he grabs you by the hips and carries you up to the net.

"Go, go, go! Dunk!" Kuroo chants.

Swoosh.

The ball fell right through the hoop. He holds you right back on the ground, and you immediately go in for a hug.

You aren't as skilled as he is, but you're so incredibly grateful that he makes sure you have a good time

You know how he canonically sleeps with two pillows smushed to his face. He would definitely use your thighs to do the exact same thing.

It was a chilly Thursday evening. There were no major plans for you today. As for right now, you were waiting for Kuroo to come back from his business dinner.

You hear the door unlock, and here came in your boyfriend. His eyes were half-lidded, he lazily threw the house keys on the table. You were excited to see him, but a little shocked to see him come back so soon.

"Oh, you're back home so soon. Did you guys end up drinking?" You question.

He shakes his head, "Nah, I didn't feel like it," Kuroo slumps on the sofa alongside with you. He lets out an exasperated sigh. Something at the dinner must have bummed him out, or he just really had a long day.

"I wanted to spend the rest of the night with you. Plus, I'm kind a tired." He stretches his arms out and lets out a huge yawn.

Admittedly, your face slowly turns beet red. You were happy to hear that your boyfriend wanted to spend his time with you for tonight.

You reach over to him and begin patting his hair, and massage his scalp. Kuroo hums to your gentle movements and surrenders to your touch. He closes his eyes and begins laying your body down on the sofa.

"I'll just take a quick nap, kay?..."

You were just a teensy bit flustered, but you let him rest up. You always end up being swayed by this man's devilish handsome looks.

Over and over again.

You move his bangs over to the side to get a good look of his face. You always notice his face is so relaxed and pretty when he's just resting, eyes closed. Unexpectedly, Kuroo gently purrs and grabs your legs closer to his head.

His hands wrap around your thighs and he wedges his head between them.

"Um, Tetsu?"

No response. All you can hear the next second is soft in and out breaths come out of him. You giggle a little, however this position felt just a little suggestive. You would feel so bad to just wake him up now, so you kind of just let him have his way with you.

[charmedimsure]

THINK DIFFERENTLY || thanos

pairing: Thanos/Choi Su-bong x f!reader

word count: 470

A/N: a short one today. trying my hand at writing thanos. i also just think it's really funny that he can't remember nam-gyu's name. if you find any mistakes no you didn't <3

Thanos' eyes scan through the crowd. He already has Gyeong-su and Nam-su, or whatever his name is. Now he just needs two more.

He smiles once he sees you standing alone, looking at the people around you. Thanos can tell you don't have a team yet, and he's more than willing to add a pretty face to his own. He makes a beeline toward you, the two boys behind him trying not to get lost in the crowd as they follow.

"Señorita, excuse me."

You turn around, not expecting to see the loud, purple-haired man smirking at you from between his posse.

"Let's play the game together."

You cock an eyebrow at him. "Do I know you?"

"You don't know him?!" Gyeong-su asks incredulously. "He's Thanos, the rapper. I'm gonna kill half of humanity with my raps."

Thanos watches as your lip quirks in amusement before covering your mouth with your hand, pretending to itch your nose.

Nam-su grabs his shoulder. "Hang on, a girl? We don't know what the game is."

Without a word, Thanos pushes Nam-su off him, still looking right at you. "I, Thanos the great, will protect you."

This time, you don't hold back your laugh. "Thanos?" The man gives you a cocky nod. "Where are the infinity stones?"

"Right here, baby," he holds his hand up to his face. You give an amused smile at his rainbow colored nail polish, each the color of an infinity stone. "I'm going to destroy anyone who gets in my way."

You take a step closer to him, mirroring his smirk. "Like how that man destroyed you and your little friend here yesterday?"

The smirk falls from Thanos' face. For once, he doesn't know what to say. He just stares at you, mouth slightly open.

Nam-su takes a step past Thanos. "You fucking bitch."

"Nam-su, stop," Thanos commands, putting an arm out to stop the boy.

The boy sighs. "Nam-gyu." Still, he listens and takes his previous place behind the rapper.

Ignoring Nam-su, Thanos smiles, bringing his hand in front of his face and pointing at you. "You have quite the mouth on you. I like that." He smirks to himself, thinking of what else that mouth could be used for. "What do you say? Join my team? Thanos will keep you safe."

You raise your eyebrows, a whisper of a smirk still on your face. "Is your team going to win? I don't play on losing teams."

"We'll win no problem," Thanos says confidently, feeling giddy inside when he sees a small smile form on your face.

"Then alright," you say. You take a step closer to whisper in his ear. "But if we lose, I'll kill you before the pink ones get a chance."

Thanos feels a shiver run down his spine. Oh yeah, he likes you.

[dinogoofymutated]

You asked for some smut suggestions for Logan, and I got one:

So like…I mean…Logan might be on the short side, but he’s still big! I mean, like,,,those hands 🫣 It would be nice to see a fic to do with Logan and a little manhandling. but not like in a BDSM way, more like a “I am very strong, and here’s a little reminder” type way. Might seem kinda silly but I’d enjoy a fic like that lol.

NSFW!Wolverine/AFAB!Reader Ask and you shall receive!! I've spent like the last four days working on this and atp I can't looks at it anymore lol. I'm not super happy with how the beginning is written, but I still think it's alright enough to post lol. It's a lot more tell than show compared to most of my other fics, and I was halfway tempted to reformat it into headcannons, but I didn't feel like it. Anyway, hope you like the way I included the manhandling lol! Hope it turned out okay :) Also, might or might not be tall logan. I'll leave it up to yall to assume, I'm just short af so there's not a single person in marvel who wouldn't have to look down at me lmao.

Edit:FUCK I FORGOT THE READ MORE! TWs: MDNI!!!!!! Seriously, you will be blocked. Masterbation, lil bit of a scent kink. Sexual frustration. Manhandling. Jealous Logan. Creampie. Logan calls you "sunshine" and pretty and shit. I'll add more if I can think of any.

    You had a problem. You’ve had a problem. And it really didn’t seem like it was getting any better. It didn’t help the fact that it was incredibly embarrassing, either.

    You couldn’t get off. It’s not like you ever struggled with it before, but lately, it felt like you were fighting a losing battle. At first, you didn’t realize why. Maybe it was because you moved into the X-Mansion. Nerves because you’re living somewhere new, right? So you change it up a little. You got comfortable, had a glass of wine or two, and picked up a raunchy book. Yet every time you slipped your hand between your thighs… Running circles around your own clit, trying your best to finger yourself to your finish, you just could never quite hit that peak. It was safe to say you were beyond frustrated.

    Lucky for you, most people didn’t notice. You try your best not to be too uptight or mean, but there are just some things that you can’t quite hide from certain people.

    Logan’s noticed that something is up with you. You can tell he has, seeing the looks on his face, nose scrunched up in a way he’s catching into something that he just can't quite place. You’re assuming it’s your own pheromones, but hey, as long as he doesn’t realize what it is you’ll be fine, right?

     Maybe not.

    Eventually, you finally realized why you were having so much trouble getting off. All it took was one training session with Wolverine, and you knew immediately. You weren’t sparring or anything like that, hell, you knew before you even hit the danger room floor. Logan was in a bit of a mood today, although not as grumpy as he can be- and he’s trying to be patient with you. You can tell. But you’re having trouble focusing today- and you have been for a while. He can tell you’re not at 100% just by the way you hold yourself, and spends about 5 minutes watching as you struggle to reset the Danger room panel before he’s finally fed up with it.

    “Jesus fuck. Here, let me do it.” Logan grabs you by the waist, pulling you to his chest with one arm as the other reaches around you to reset the panel. It’s not like you didn’t find him attractive before, but the close contact? The smell of his aftershave and the sound of his voice growling in your ear? 

    oh.

    Oh. 

    You were having trouble getting off because you had a thing for Logan.

    You’re practically stunned when he pulls away, standing there with a flushed face and something rather embarrassing pooling in your underwear for the first time in a while. You had to quickly excuse yourself before you ran the risk of him catching onto anything coming from you. He’s a little confused for a second, but you can hear the sound of his low chuckle as you scramble away.

    First thing you do? Go to the store.

    It's not a random errand. At least, not entirely. You had meant to go out with Storm to grocery shop later this afternoon, but you told her you could really use some time out of the house by yourself, which she completely understood. You had the list and everything, it was only a coincidence that you passed by the cologne section on your way to pick up some toothpaste. The sight made you stop for a minute, the gears grinding in your skull. You spent just a few minutes curiously sampling the bottles until you found one that smelled a bit familiar… Should you? No, that's a bit strange. But really, what was the harm, right? I mean, who would know? 

    So you bought it. You felt a bit embarrassed afterward, knowing what you bought it for, and ended up letting it sit in the drawer of your side table for a good while. Until another desperate attempt at fucking your own brains out, that is. 

    You were sweaty and uncomfortable in your bed, sleep shirt sticking to your skin as you struggled to pump your fingers in and out of your tight cunt. It’s been a while, and it shows. You couldn’t even get your favorite dildo to fit inside of you, only adding to your frustration. Touching your clit hardly helped much, leaving you as unsatisfied as ever. Eventually, you give up, lying there as you sigh to yourself. You turn over in your bed in a huff, halfway temped scream your lungs out into the pillow you bury your face in. Instead, you let out something that sounds more like a whisper than a yell, letting the air in your lungs deflate as you let your feelings out. You roll over onto your side when you’re done, halfway tempted to be done with it entirely and go back to bed when you catch sight of the nightstand drawer, slightly ajar. The amber bottle of liquid stares right at you. 

    You open the drawer some more, picking up the bottle and looking at it as you wonder if you’re actually going to do this. But you’re ridiculously horny, and tired, and you know you’re gonna have trouble falling asleep in the state you’re in- so you end up spraying the smallest amount on your pillow.

    It’s…nice. The pillow is warm from where you had been laying on it, and despite how strong men’s cologne could be, this one isn’t quite so striking. At least, not in the amount that you used. You relax back into your bed, pressing your face into the pillow and laying there for a moment. You start thinking about Logan… His calloused hands running across your skin. How his lips and tongue would feel against your own, trailing down your body to your breast. Your hand trails down to your clit as you imagine it as his own. You imagine him behind you, pressing you to the bed as he growls into your ear. You think about what his happy trail would feel like against you. What his cock would look like, feel like, pressing into you. Your legs twitch and shake as you see stars underneath your eyelids, the scent of Logan hitting all the right parts in your head and going straight to your cunt.

    Holy shit. 

    Your orgasm lasts what feels like forever. Your legs are still shaking as you whimper from oversensitivity and pull your hand away, panting as you try to catch your breath. You haven’t cum that hard since… ever. Maybe the cologne was worth it, after all.

    You felt really good the morning after. You found yourself humming in the shower, more energized at breakfast and morning drills. No one had said anything, but you knew there were a few who were relieved to see you back to your usual self. If anything, the only person you noticed acting very differently around you was Logan. He was more tense than normal. He scowled a lot, spending less time in your presence. You’d strike up a conversation that would only last a few minutes before he would make an excuse and leave. It made you a little disappointed. But you knew him and knew he had good and bad days, so you brushed it off at first. But a week, two weeks- almost a month went by, and still no change. You felt scorned almost, silently rejected by the guy you had finally realized you were practically in love with, and to be honest, the only man who could get you off just by thinking about him- and boy, did you get off while thinking about him. 

    You’ve almost resigned yourself to the fact that Logan wasn’t interested when he corners you one morning. He’s leaning up against the wall of the hallway,  waiting for you when you step out of your room. It makes you jump a little, closing your door quickly behind you, knowing damn well you hadn’t washed your sheets after fucking yourself to the moon and back last night and fully not wanting the smell to hit his nose. All Logan does is narrow his eyes. Shit.

    “Who is he.” He asks you. The question completely derails your train of thought. And you furrow your brow, confused. What was that about?

    “Who is he? Your guy?” He asks again, but it does little to clear up your confusion. You’re halfway wondering if he’s being serious at this point, stepping away from your door as you cross your arms.

    “What?” You ask. Logan huffs when you respond to him, cocking his head at you in a way that's more sarcastic than curious. The way he’s looking at you is doing some things that you don’t think you’d like to admit, eyes narrow and scrutinizing as you struggle to keep eye contact with him.

    “What do you mean? What guy?” You repeat back to him, starting to get a little frustrated. He snorts, rolling his eyes as his scowl lingers. He steps closer, looking down at you from less than a foot away with that angry stare.

    “Don’t play stupid with me, sunshine. I can smell him on you.” You ignore the way the nickname makes you shiver a little bit, too busy shrinking into yourself when you process the extent of his words. Smell. He could smell someone on you. Something. Oh god, this was embarrassing. 

    “Oh! That- It’s not what you're thinking!” You say, face flushed red. You’re flustered beyond belief, doing your best to convince him to leave it be, and it’s not going so well for you.

    “Sure it’s not.” Logan huffs. He starts to take steps forward, closing in on your personal space.

    “It’s not. I can promise you that.” You’re anxiously fiddling with your fingers now, taking a step back for every step he takes. He looked predatory, unlike any time you’ve seen him before. You haven’t even seen him like this in the danger room, even less so on the battlefield. 

    “Just tell me who he is.” Logan is adamant about it, his scowl beginning to turn into a frown. Your back hits your door, kickstarting your heart in surprise. You hadn’t realized he had backed you up so far.

    “I can’t!” You say, in the beginning stages of becoming absolutely exasperated, and already incredibly embarrassed. 

    “Why not!?” Logan Snaps, stopping just inches away from you. You cover your heated face, pressing your palms into your eyes until you see shapes, wanting nothing more than to curl up and die right then and there.

    “Would you just leave it!” You shout, but Logan’s having none of it. 

    “No, I won't!” Logan grabs your wrists and moves them away from your face, holding them in front of your chest with a grip lighter than you might have thought. You groan in utter frustration and mortification, looking him dead in the eyes as your angry mouth starts speaking before your reasonable brain can fully catch up.

    “Jesus Christ Logan! Do you expect me to just whip out the silicone and show you?!” Your eyes widen as soon as you say it, slamming your mouth shut as you finally catch up with yourself. Logan is staring at you in absolute shock, jaw almost slack at the confession. 

    “...What?” He asks, slowly. You wince, looking off to the side before deciding it's a bit too late to get the cat back into the bag.

    “Its… Cologne. What you’re smelling. I use it to uh, help me…” You make a sort of gesture with your head, praying that you won’t actually have to spell it out for him. He’s still in shock as he looks at you, hands frozen with his fingers wrapped around your wrists. He clears his throat when he comes to, an unreadable expression on his face as he slowly steps forward again, close enough to press his forehead against your own as he presses you against your door.

    “You’re that pent up, you need cologne to help you get off?” He asks, and you don’t know what to say, cat catching your tongue as he leans forward. The side of his face brushes against your cheek as he leans down a little, the action making your skin prickle. One of his hands releases a wrist to slide up and across the back of your neck, tilting your head to the side as he takes a big sniff of your skin. He’s practically nuzzling you, angling his head so that he can smell the scent on the back of your head where you rest against your pillow at night. 

    He’d noticed it before, at night when most of his anger had worn off, sometime after he started to pick up the scent on you. The undertones, the top notes. But now with you this close, he can tell that it wasn’t another man he was smelling. No. It was just you. Your scent being drowned out by the smell of something that he could finally tell smelled rather suspiciously like his very own aftershave.

    “...Don’t tell me that you wanted it to smell like me.” He asks after a moment. You almost flinch at the sound of his deep rumble, turning your red face away from him. You swallow, feeling like you are absolutely burning up as you nod- right as Logan catches the unmistakable scent of arousal.

    “Fuck”

    You’re sure the sound was more animal than man as he cups your cheek rather aggressively, pressing his lips against your own in a rather desperate kiss. It takes you a second to return it, eyes wide as you process just what was happening. It didn't take long for you to melt into his desperate kisses though, every nip and brush of his teeth just like you imagined it would be. He presses his knee in between your thighs, finally releasing your other wrist to grab ahold of your hip instead. You accidentally let out a whine when he grinds your hips against him, your heart beating so fast you were sure it was going to explode. He curses again at the sound, both hands sliding around you to lift you against the door.

    You practically squeak in surprise, the noise caught by Logan’s mouth on your own one more time before he trails down to your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. You gasp as he presses against you, his hips beginning to grind against your own. You’re having a hard time thinking, biting your lip as you do your best to stifle your sounds.

    “Logan-ah, can we… head inside, please?” He only grunts in response, shifting your weight as you both begin to fumble for the doorknob. He gets it before you do, hardly stumbling as the door behind you swings open. He’s kissing you again before the door is even closed, kicking it behind him. As preoccupied as you are, you at least have the common sense to reach over and try to lock the door before he carries you over to the bed. 

    He plops you down onto the mattress before he crawls over you, eyes half-lidded and just as lustful as your own. He pushes you down as you try to sit up. His breathing a little hard, pupils dilated to a size you had never seen.

    “Now I know why you closed the door so fast,” Logan smirks, having picked up the lingering scent of your sex on the sheets right away. You open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off. His tongue snakes into your mouth, and you find that you can’t really remember what you were going to say anyway. He kisses you again and again, distracting you as he reaches above your head. He pulls away when he has the pillow in hand, and you know just by the look on his face that he knows exactly what he is holding.

    “Hate to break it to you, but this doesn’t exactly compare to the real thing.” He snarks. It makes you laugh, and for the first time in a while, you see a genuine smile spread across his face. 

    “Yeah.” You respond, taking the pillow from his hands and tossing it to a far-off corner. “I know.” You could revel in his smile for as long as he’d let you. Logan’s kisses start off sweeter this time, at least for a moment they did. They begin to become more and more rough as hands start to wander and clothes start to come off. His shirt is first to go, your hands running up and down the hair that spans his torso. Logan is quick to remove your shirt and bra in one go, one very small step away from cutting off your clothes entirely. He gives himself a minute to appreciate your breasts, pinching and teasing you by sliding a hand up the middle of your sternum, the back of his hand brushing the side of a tit as he watches you squirm underneath him, arching your back to push your chest out, practically begging him to finally touch you.

    “Patience is a virtue, Sunshine.” Logan says, causing you to scoff. You glare at him a little and all it does is make him chuckle a bit. 

    “Don’t be mean.” You whine. He laughs a bit harder as he finally lowers himself to your chest. He keeps his eyes locked on your own as he brushes the blunt ends of his teeth across the soft skin, but he’s never been the most patient man. It doesn't take him long to give in to you, sucking on each breast individually, massaging the soft skin of the opposite as he does so. 

    “Careful.” He growls when your own hands begin to wander, touching him over the fabric of his jeans. He releases your nipple with a pop, bearing his teeth as he presses his face back into your neck. You don't pay much mind to that, rather enjoying the grunts and sounds he makes as you slowly stroke his covered hardness from base to tip. You can't imagine how restrained he must be feeling. You can’t help but smirk a little as your hands drift up and down, before oh So slowly unbuckling his belt. Logan is agitated, practically bucking his hips into your hands to get you to just get over with it. 

    “Patience is a virtue.” You quote, only earning a restraining hold on your hands once again.

    “Fuck that.” Logan growls. He holds you by your wrists, pushing them above your head as he uses his free hand to remove his belt and frantically unbuckle his pants. You'd be complaining if it weren't for the view of his straining cock, slapping against his abdomen as he pulls his pants down. 

    You don't get to stare for too long before he flips you on your stomach like you weigh nothing. He lets your wrists go to pull down your shorts and underwear, a sticky string of your slick thinning as he pulls the items down.

    “Fuck. You're this wet from just that?” Logan asks you, taking two fingers and sliding them through your lips from behind, spreading his fingers to let himself see the mess you've made of yourself already.

    “...shut up.” You mumble, more focused on the feeling of those very same fingers sliding back and forth across your cunt, the tips just barely brushing against your clit every time. Logan chuckles, sliding one hand under your lower stomach to lift your hips with ease. Your hips buck as he slides a thick finger inside of you without warning, slowly sinking down to his knuckle with ease.

    “Might not even need foreplay at this rate.” Logan rumbles behind you, eyes set squarely on the sight of your pretty pussy spread wide open for him. You can only moan in response as he pulls it back out again, plunging a second finger into you this time. Your hands clutch the sheets as Logan begins to finger fuck you to his content, curling those thick digits to hit that one spot juuust right. You try not to buck or squirm too bad, halfway wondering if this is all just some wet dream. 

    “Logan-” You call out for him through your moans. He only hums in reply, preoccupied at the moment.

    “I- god- I need your cock, please.” You're not sure if it was the phrase or the begging, but it makes Logan groan. You feel embarrassingly empty as he pulls his fingers out. You hear the sound of him stroking his hard cock with your slick, groaning and humming to himself before he picks you up. He leans over you, adjusting to you your hands and knees as you finally feel that thick, thick cock grinding against you. You gasp at the way it feels, feeling Logan smirk against your back.

    “Having second thoughts?” The tone of his voice is teasing, but you know there's more than that behind the words. You vehemently shake your head, grinding back against him a little as you protest. Logan swears under his breath, holding onto your hips to keep them still as he sits up.

    Both of you groan each time the head of his cock catches on your clit, Logan thrusting through your lips again and again as he lubes himself with the wetness you provide for him. You gasp when his head catches on your slot, notching just right. 

    Logan pushes into you so slowly, and you feel like he's thicker than you ever imagined he would be. You're impatient, desperate. You push back onto him in an attempt to take him in more, but his hands on your hips stop you.

    “Believe me sweetheart, you don't want that yet.” Logan tells you, straining himself with how tight you feel around him. He soothingly rubs his thumbs against your skin, pressing into you until you have him completely, balls deep inside you. 

    “Please, please. Logan, Please, I need you to move.” Your begging starts to sound like nonsense to your own ears, but it makes Logan gasp all the same, his cock twitching from where it's buried inside of you. You practically cry in relief when he finally begins to thrust Inside of you.

    His hip smack against your ass with every thrust, the sound of the slap mixed with the sounds of your love and the headboard hitting the wall a lewd and filthy symphony. Even better than your own moans were Logan's himself. Each and every groan and growl above you gave you a whole new array of things to imagine while fucking yourself- if you ever had to do so again. 

    You whine and whimper with every strong thrust, Logan slow and forceful with every movement. It felt like he wanted your insides to memorize exactly how his cock feels inside of you, and you doubt you'd ever mind it. He filled you perfectly, hitting every sweet spot inside of you.

    Your arms are shaking. Struggling to hold yourself up with each and every rock of the bed. You barely start to buckle when He catches hold of you, an arm snacking under your chest and pulling you towards him. His hand spans your collarbone as he holds your back against his chest, holding you up as he continues to fuck you like no one before. You're closing in on that sweet release when his hips stutter a moment. His teeth dig into your shoulder with a sharp bite, holding you there close to him without breaking the skin.

    “Are… are you -ah- close?” You ask. Logan only responds with a short and simple - “Fuck!” - before he pulls out of you.

    You don't have time to whine about the emptiness before he's flipping you around, kissing you again as he pushes your back to the bed rather aggressively. He's quick to sling your legs over his arms, folding you in half as he sides fully into you in a single thrust. He's hitting you so much deeper in this position, chest pressed against your own as his thrusts continue to stutter. 

    Logan kisses you again, a bit differently than the last ones have been. These kisses are tender, sweet. A stark difference between his needy, frantic thrusts. There's a line of spit between you two as he pulls away, half-lidded eyes meeting your own. You’re closing in on your peak, and you can tell he is too. The pleasure is too much for you to handle at once, and you can't help but squeeze your eyes shut.

    “Look at me.” Logan grabs a hold of your chin, your eyes flying open as he thumbs at your lip and holds your head still. “Don't look away.” His hips stutter some more, the both of you groaning as you clench around him, desperately trying to keep your eyes open as you finally cum around his cock. The fluttering of your walls are more than enough to send Logan over the edge, his cum warming your insides in thick spurts. Logan buries his face into your neck, groaning as you ride out both of your orgasms.

    The two of you lay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath. Logan lets go of your sore legs, massaging your thighs as he presses sweet, comforting kisses to your cheek and temple. His hands wander up and down your sides, doing his best to soothe your aches without you even having to ask. -not that he would ever admit to having a soft side. Who would believe you if you told them that The Wolverine was a cuddler after sex anyway?

    “Why didn't you just tell me?” You ask after a long moment. Logan hums, his Face tucked into the crook of your neck.

    “Tell you what?”

    “That you were jealous.” Logan only snorts at that, playfully pinching your side.

    “Jealous of what? Your cologne?” He returns. You slap him on the shoulder as he chuckles at you, unable to stop the playful smile on your face.

    “You mean the cologne that you thought was a whole-ass guy?” Logan stops at that, instead choosing to cover your mouth with his palm as he tucks his head closer.

    “You're a lot prettier when you're quiet. You know that?”

[yazmarina]

dime, ¿esto es lo que tú quería'?

charles leclerc and oscar piastri x fem!reader

how about a reward for monaco's p1 and p2?

warnings/notes: smut, threesome, a blowjob, slight degradation, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up, people!!!), cumshot, creampie, gagging, light choking

a/n: very ambitious and would not set me free until i wrote it...so please enjoy <3

.

You really had no idea how you ended up here.

Arthur is a good friend of yours, having met him when you first came to work for Ferrari under the communication department, mostly being assigned to handle the Academy and development drivers' communication needs. You and Arthur got on well, and eventually, you were hanging out with him and his other friends on the weekends.

The two of you were strictly friendly, something you've had to clear out multiple times to work superiors, nosy colleagues, insistent reporters, you name it.

Arthur isn't your type, point blank, period.

His older brother was a different topic altogether.

Charles was sensitive, artistic, a prince charming in all aspects. Being in close proximity to Arthur meant you spent some time with Charles, too, but those were few and far between and every time you were within five feet of Charles, you were reduced to a tongue-tied mess.

Regardless, Arthur insisted you come along to the celebrations after Charles' most recent win in Monaco.

"Charles knows who you are and you're my friend. He won't mind," Arthur pleaded earlier that day as you were packing up after the podium celebrations.

"What if you go running off and I'm left alone?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I won't go running off," Arthur promised. "I'll be with you the whole night. I'll even help you look for a guy you can go home with!"

And yet you're here in the present, sitting on a couch in the VIP section, alone.

Well, not really. You're surrounded by people but none of them are talking to you. Arthur had gone to get more drinks half an hour ago and you know by now that he probably was sidetracked by other friends or something to that effect.

You have half a mind to call it a night, your hand already reaching for your purse, when you hear a voice call out.

"________! You're here!"

You look up and your heart seems to jump right into your throat.

Charles is beaming down at you, a flag of Monaco draped around his shoulders, his previously styled hair now sticking up in all directions.

You caught a glimpse of Charles earlier when you arrived with Arthur, but the race winner was too busy doing shots for you to have properly said hi.

But he's here now. And he's sliding into the space beside you.

"Where's Arthur?" Charles asks, reaching for an unopened Heineken on the table in front of you.

"I have no idea," you half-yell, leaning closer so Charles could hear. You feel goosebumps erupt on your skin when Charles lays a tentative hand on your back.

"You can spend time with me, then," Charles grins, moving his arm further so it fully wraps around your shoulders.

A nervous laugh escapes you but your instinct is to lean even further into Charles' touch. He's still smiling at you, though clearly inebriated with the way his eyes seem out of focus.

"Ah, Oscar!"

You turn your head to see the other third of the podium finishers, Osar Piastri himself.

"Hey!" he calls over the din of the music. "I can't find anyone! I think they just abandoned me," Oscar adds, laughing.

He takes the seat on your left, effectively sandwiching you between him and Charles. You smile politely at Oscar, reaching your hand out.

"Hi, I'm ______," you say, smiling wider as Oscar takes your hand in his and squeezes.

"I'm Oscar," he says then pauses, realizing that you probably already knew who he was if you were any friend of Charles'. He laughs, practically giggles, hiding his face in his hand.

"Sorry, I see you around the paddock sometimes, so I probably didn't need to do that," Oscar explains, cheeks turning pink, or at least you think they do, given that the lighting in this club is atrocious.

Oscar is still holding your hand and you can tell that he's tipsy too by the way he's smiling, eyes hooded and sleepy-looking.

"________ is part of communications in Ferrari," Charles explains, rubbing his thumb over the exposed skin of your shoulder. You turn to look at Charles, and the way he gazes back at you, a half smile on his lips, breath hot on your cheek, has your heart pounding incessantly against your chest.

"She's very efficient," Charles praises with a chuckle. "I like seeing her around when she works."

You make a move to swat at Charles' thigh as if to tell him off. "Stop it, I'm not at enough races for you to see me that often."

You're laughing, mostly in disbelief at the words that just came out of Charles' mouth. He likes seeing you around?

Charles shrugs. "But when you are, I notice."

You feel your neck heat up and even more so when Charles maneuvers you closer, seemingly protective. If you moved any more, you'd be on Charles' lap.

Oscar eyes the two of you and you'd give anything to read the thoughts in his head right now. The younger man locks eyes with you and smiles, sweetly at first, but then his pupils glance down briefly at your chest, barely covered by the tube top you decided to don for the evening.

The sweetness quickly melts away as Oscar bites his lip.

"You're close, then?" Oscar asks casually, scooting closer to you and Charles.

"Arthur and her are good friends," Charles points out.

"So I guess by default, _______ and I are good friends, too."

You laugh and Oscar is grinning once more at you, and god does he look handsome under these lights. You can tell that he wants to come even closer, his fingers tapping nervously on his knee. Some slow song is playing over the speakers, bass loaded and making the entire place vibrate.

You reach out, laying a hand on Oscar's thigh, squeezing just enough to get the point across.

Oscar looks over at Charles and you follow his line of sight, seeing some sort of unspoken agreement cross the two drivers.

Charles dips his head, moving even closer to you. He breathes out right next to your ear and you shiver.

"Ma chèrie," he begins. "I think we need to take this somewhere else."

You turn to look at Charles, blood roaring in your ears. "What?"

Charles looks straight into your eyes as if searching for something. He rubs a soothing hand down your back, letting it settle on your waist.

"You want to, no?" Charles asks, momentarily glancing up at Oscar. "With me and him?"

You feel a rush of excitement course through you. Surely, this isn't happening. The idea of Charles bringing you home crossed your mind briefly the moment he touched you earlier, but that's as far as you allowed yourself to imagine. But the remnants of alcohol in your system and the intoxicating atmosphere of the club must have gotten to you with the way you so brazenly made a move on Oscar.

And now you reap what you sow.

"We can hang out at my place," Oscar throws out nonchalantly as if he was simply inviting you and Charles to more drinks at his apartment.

"I just moved in and it could use a little...housewarming," Oscar adds with a pointed look.

Charles bursts out laughing, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder before nuzzling into the side of your neck. You glance around, hyperaware that all eyes have been on Charles the whole night, and for sure it isn't any different now.

"Andiamo," Charles whispers. "We'll make it good."

Let's go. Your months of Italian as a prerequisite to working in Ferrari barely register with you now.

Oscar slips his own hand over your thigh, his large palm covering an expanse of your skin.

"You'll love the view from my balcony," Oscar offers, tilting his head towards you. He smiles, innocent and sweet once more, simultaneously squeezing at the flesh of your thigh.

You bite your lip, suppressing whatever sounds that threatened to come out.

-

You thought you'd never make it out of the car ride to Oscar's place.

Oscar had brought his own ride and being much, much more sober than both you and Charles, he took the initiative to drive. You and Charles piled into the backseat, giggling.

"Not fair, you guys," Oscar teased from the front, eyeing you through the rearview mirror. Charles merely snickers, hands sneaking up over your chest as you settle on his lap.

"Eyes on the road, Oscar," Charles ordered, yanking your top down, exposing yourself fully to Oscar. You gasped, the cold air of the air-conditioning lending to the stiffening of your nipples. Charles began to toy with them, pinching and rolling them between his fingers, reducing you to a speechless mess. You noticed just how hard Oscar was gripping the steering wheel, tight enough that his knuckles were drained of color.

You barely had time to cover yourself back up once you got to Oscar's place, with Charles tugging you out of the car as soon as Oscar killed the ignition. The younger of the two comes around to your side of the car as you and Charles stumble out. Oscar takes your hand in his and leans down briefly to kiss you, tongue darting out to lick at the seam of your lips.

Oscar pulls away, sending Charles a look. "I was on the podium, too, mate."

"Ah, sorry Oscar," Charles says lightheartedly. "Sharing isn't really my strong suit. But for her, I will try."

Charles lands a smack on your ass, the sound loud enough to make you flinch. You involuntarily whine at the sting, tripping over your feet a bit. Oscar steadies you, laughing along with Charles.

"We're gonna have so much fun with you, chèrie," Charles teases, kissing your cheek.

The elevator ride is even worse. Or better. You can't decide.

It's just the three of you, and you're backed up into the corner, Charles being the handsier of the two, creeping both hands up your sides, his knee pushing between your legs.

"Ch-Charles, not here," you manage to warn. He increases the pressure against your core, grinning as he watches you shiver.

Oscar watches from the side, arms crossed, leaning casually against the elevator wall. You meet his gaze and he winks, smiling languidly just as Charles kisses down the side of your neck.

Soon enough, the elevator doors open and you push Charles away, startled to see a pair of middle-aged women waiting on the other side. You hurry past them out into the hallway, following Oscar who saunters down towards the end with an easy step.

"Right here," Oscar declares, unlocking a door at the very end. Charles guides you inside just as Oscar turns the light on.

The living room is spacious, with a single couch and coffee table occupying it. A deep blue rug breaks the cream flooring. Past the receiving area is the dining and kitchen, set against floor-to-ceiling windows, a staple of Monegasque apartments, as you've come to figure out. A hallway veers to the right.

"You weren't kidding about the view," you comment, taking in the night sky and the sprawling harbor.

Oscar turns back to you, and only now do you get a good look at him. The first three buttons of his shirt undone, his hair the right kind of messy, and his eyes, darker than what you're used to.

"The view in here is just as good," Oscar replies, eyes raking over your body. He reaches out, a hand resting on your waist.

"May I?" Charles whispers from behind you, tugging down the zip of your skirt. He gets it open and you let it fall to your feet, kicking it off to the side.

"So pretty," Charles adds, kissing along your upper back. Oscar hikes your top up and you let him pull it over your head, leaving you bare, save for your panties.

"I could see your tits through your shirt the whole night," Oscar comments, pointer fingers ghosting over your nipples. "Imagined what they might look like."

You gasp, leaning further back into Charles. You had no idea Oscar had that kind of mouth on him.

It turned you on to no end.

"Better than what you imagined?" You breathe out, Charles' fingers making their way over your mound, pressing over the wet spot on your underwear.

"Chèrie, you're so wet," Charles curses, rubbing you through the thin fabric. "Will you let me get a taste of you, hm?"

You nod frantically, already buckling under the lightest of touch from both men. You can only imagine how pathetic you look right now, stripped bare, with them still fully clothed.

"We should move this to the room," Oscar offers, delivering a final pinch to both of your nipples. You yelp as Oscar chuckles darkly, taking your hand in his.

It hasn't even fully started and you're already made to do the walk of shame.

Oscar's walls are still mostly bare but you feel exposed somehow, shivering despite the fairly warm temperature. He leads you and Charles to the door at the end of the hall, stepping inside while undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt.

You're met with large double doors on one side of the room, leading to, what you can only assume, is a large balcony.

"We can do it with a view, amour," Charles says, wrapping both arms around your waist.

Oscar shrugs his shirt off and you watch as his muscles flex beneath his skin, taut and defined.

"We sure can," Oscar agrees, flinging the doors to his balcony open. The cool night breeze blows past your face and you sigh, heart rate picking up even more.

Charles gently maneuvers you closer to the open doors and your hands start to clam up. Shit, are you really doing this?

"W-Wait," you mutter. "Won't anyone see?"

Oscar approaches you, pointer finger hooking into your underwear. He tugs at it harshly, yanking it halfway off.

"We don't have to do it outside if you don't want to," Oscar says, voice low. He looks at Charles. "Don't wanna get kicked out after I've just moved in."

Charles snickers. "The bed is right there. We'll leave the doors open and let them hear you, instead."

And it's true. The bed is directly in front of the balcony doors, moonlight spilling onto Oscar's navy blue sheets. Oscar grabs fully at your soiled panties now, ripping them clean off.

You gasp, but any shock is melted away when you see Oscar ball up the torn fabric in his hand, bringing it closer to your face. He raises his eyebrows as if questioning you.

"Yes? No?" He asks, tapping beneath your chin. It clicks a little late what Oscar is asking of you but you nod, parting your lips.

Oscar grins, pushing your panties into your mouth.

Fuck.

You hear the metal clang of a belt being unbuckled behind you, followed by the crinkle of fabric as Charles lets his pants and underwear pool around his ankles.

"You and I are going to have so much fun with her, no, Oscar?" Charles asks, a hint of mischief in his voice.

Oscar undoes the button of his pants as well. "Yes, we are."

"How do you want to do this, baby?" Charles addresses you, taking hold of your hips. "Tell us."

"And maybe if you're good, we'll give you what you want," Oscar adds, a hand sliding up your chest before resting around your neck. Your breath hitches as you feel Oscar test the waters, squeezing lightly.

"Oh, wait," Charles laughs condescendingly. "She can't talk."

There's a glint in Oscar's eyes as he adds pressure around your neck. "Guess we have to decide for her then."

You whimper, arms reaching out to wrap around Oscar's own neck. He smiles at you, almost warmly, but you can still see the bubbling desire in his irises.

"You can take the gag out any time you want," Oscar instructs softly, releasing your neck. You take in a big breath through your nose.

"And if you don't like anything we're doing, say 'Monte Carlo'," Oscar adds. He nods at Charles and you feel yourself being pulled backward.

"Get on the bed," Charles commands and you scramble to do so, crawling over the mattress before turning around and laying back on your elbows.

Charles and Oscar eye you intently and you're tempted to cover yourself, but with how they've been acting the whole night, you're not sure how that would be received.

"You wanna go first?" Oscar nudges Charles lightly. The Monegasque grins widely like a kid on Christmas.

"Oh, yes," Charles concedes, getting on the bed with you. He scoots down so his face is level with your cunt.

"Hold tight, my love," Charles says before licking a thick stripe up your core. Your whole body jerks and you cry around the gag in your mouth.

Charles continues to work on your dripping pussy, alternating between flicking against your clit and circling your hole. You moan and whine and whimper, eyes tearing up as you look pleadingly at Oscar.

"Look at you," Oscar laughs. "We've barely done anything."

Charles spreads your legs even wider, licking even deeper. You're fully crying now, the buildup proving too much as you feel your body shake at your approaching orgasm.

Oscar reaches over and toys with your boobs, brushing over your nipples just the way you like it. Without warning, Oscar dips his head down and takes one in his mouth, circling the nub with his own tongue.

The added sensation nearly drives you crazy. The pressure builds rapidly inside you and you're left incoherent as you beg without words.

Not yet, fuck, I can't cum that fast–

You twitch and involuntarily press your pussy harshly against Charles' mouth as you come undone, toes curling and body seizing up. Oscar pulls away and watches as you throw your head back, fingers twisting into the sheets.

"Already?" You hear Charles' voice through the ringing in your ears. "You must really want it."

You blink through your tears, momentarily confused as you see Oscar reach for your face. You cough as you feel the dry fabric being pulled out from your mouth. Oscar tosses your ruined underwear to the side.

"I think she deserves a reward for getting there so fast," Oscar suggests, turning to Charles.

"Which one do you want a taste of first? You get to pick, sweetheart," Oscar says, wiping a stray line of drool dripping down the side of your mouth.

"Ch-Charles," you croak, throat still dry.

Charles and Oscar share a curt nod and the former moves to the head of the bed.

"Hands and knees, my love," Charles orders and you follow, getting on all fours. He settles against the headboard, leaning back as you take his cock in your hand.

"Guess you want me here, then?" Oscar says from behind you. You turn to peek over your shoulder to see Oscar stroking languidly at his cock, one of his hands coming down to spread your ass apart.

"Fuck, this view," Oscar hisses, smacking your ass once.

"I reckon, you don't need me to prep you? I can just–"

You shriek as you feel Oscar push in without warning, and though it was a surprise, the obscene amount of arousal coming from your cunt aids in the stretch that Oscar's cock brings.

He fully sheathes himself inside and he groans, grabbing your hips with both hands.

"Chèrie." Charles' voice forces your attention back to him.

"Don't forget about me, hm?"

You try to compose yourself as best as you can as Oscar starts to fuck you at a relentless pace. You lower your mouth down to Charles' cock, wrapping your lips around the tip.

You take half of him in, coating him in your spit, going lower each time you come down. Charles is nearly as incoherent as you were earlier, curse words in three different languages falling from his lips.

You feel the tip of his cock reach the back of your throat and you stop, gagging around it. Charles threads his fingers through your hair, yanking you back up.

"Open your mouth," Charles says, tightening the grip on your hair.

You do as you're told and Charles angles himself better. He holds you in place as he fucks up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat each time. You will your breathing to slow, but the constant assault on your pussy muddles your brain and destroys your focus.

"She's so fucking tight," Oscar says through gritted teeth. You can feel his nails dig into your sides.

"Here as well," Charles agrees. "So warm and so wet."

All you can do is sob as you let the two of them use you, filled up on both sides, reduced to nothing but two holes.

"Fuck, I wanna cum on her face," Oscar says hurriedly, hips slowing down, probably in an attempt to keep his orgasm at bay.

Charles pulls you back off of him and he surveys you for a second.

"And I'll do it inside," Charles says. "Will you let me cum inside, chèrie?"

You nod, unconsciously clenching around Oscar. He curses, speeding up his movements again.

"Mate, I can't take it anymore," Oscar rushes, pulling out. You whine at the loss but Charles is quick to get off the bed, replacing Oscar's place behind you.

You feel the Charles' tip press against your hole and you plead, rocking back, desperate to be filled up.

"Charles, please, n-need your cum in me," you stutter. "Wanna be filled up, I need it, need you, please–"

Charles slides in one swift motion and your eyes roll all the way back in your head. He's thicker than Oscar and the stretch is almost painful but in the best way possible.

The older of the two wastes no time and starts pounding into you, rendering you speechless at how brutal his pace is. You're dizzy with arousal, spit and tears mixing on your chin and cheeks.

"Look here, sweetheart," comes Oscar's voice, rough around the edges, his hand cupping your chin.

He's stroking his cock at an impossible pace, bottom lip caught between his teeth. You look straight into his eyes as you stick your tongue out, waiting for him to release all over you.

"Fuck, you really are desperate for it," Oscar sneers, gripping harder at your face. "Open wide."

A warm spurt of liquid shoots straight onto your tongue, landing on your cheeks as well. You squint as it hits nearer to your eyes but you obediently lick up everything you can from your lips, swallowing Oscar's thick cum down.

"Oh god, baby," Charles warns. "Je vais bientôt jouir–"

Charles presses you closer to him, caging your hips against his own. He groans and you feel him twitch within you. You clench down as hard as you can around him, earning your hair a harsh tug from behind. Charles yanks you back against him as he gives a few more thrusts to ride his orgasm out.

"We are not done with you yet, amour," Charles warns.

Oscar's face comes into view and he's eyeing you up and down, his thumb swiping at a stain of himself on your cheek. He brings it to your lips and you lick his digit clean.

"Good girl," Oscar praises. "But he's right. You can give us a few more, right?"

You swallow.

You nod.

[justauthoring]

change in perspective.

you never thought jamie tartt could be anything but a prick.

a/n: i have no explanation for this other than i just finished ted lasso (fashionably late as always) and this man makes me giggle like a little school girl :) (this is also not spellchecked! i'll do it later ;))

pairing: jamie tart x f!assistant coach!reader

“Does someone want to explain to me just what exactly Jamie Tartt is doing out on the field?”

All three coaches turn to you at the sound of your voice, but it’s Ted’s eyes that light up the second he registers your presence. A smile curls onto his lips as he turns to face you, posture nonchalant with his hands shoved into his pockets. “Ah! Well, if it isn’t my favourite assistant coach, Y/N! I was worried something had happened.”

Blinking back at Ted, you simply cross your arms over your chest. “What is Jamie doing out on the field?”

Ted lets out a laugh but it comes across more as a grimace as he rubs the back of his neck, turning his head to glance at Nate and then Beard. 

It’s Beard who explains. 

“Ted invited him back to the team.”

The water bottle you’d been holding in your hands promptly falls to the ground with a thud as your lips part, mouth left wide open, staring blank faced at Ted who continues to laugh somewhat uncomfortably.

“What?”

Beard raises his hands as if to gesture that he is an innocent party in your accusation all whilst you shift your shocked expression to a glare at Ted.

“Well, you know… I–I just thought that, well… he’s a good player, yeah?”

Shaking your head, you huff; “regrettably so.” Because even you weren’t bitter enough to not admit that Jamie was a great football player. Fantastic really. But–But he was an absolute prick who you’d thought you’d never have to work with ever again.

“And this team needs a little something to spice us up, yeah?” Ted, in Ted style, does a little dance (that’s meant to make you laugh) to add to the effect of his words.

“No,” you say blankly, before Ted raises a brow at you. Sighing, your shoulders fall. “Yeah.”

Offering you a smile, Ted rests his hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “Give him a chance, okay?” He asks, his eyes pleading as he nods down at you. “I think he really means to make up for it all.”

You seriously doubt that. But, you don’t voice that opinion.

“Fine,” you surrender, dropping your hands to your side. “But I’m allowed to laugh at him when this team kicks his arse. Which they will because he deserved it.”

Ted snorts at that, “don’t worry, Nate’s already got you beat on that front.”

Your eyes shift to said man, and he’s sending you a wide grin and a thumbs up in a way that makes you chuckle despite how truly unhappy you were with Jamie only a few feet away from you, on your team.

-

The only thing that had made practice somewhat bearable was seeing Jamie repeatedly knocked on his ass.

And then mocked by the rest of the team.

Truly, it brought a smile to your face.

You’re still laughing to yourself about it as you finish packing up your stuff in the office you shared with Nate. Him, Ted, Beard and pretty much most of the team were already gone or on their way out the door, but you usually elected to stay a little longer than everyone else trying to come up with new gaming strategies, plays and honestly, team bonding exercises since you found it incredibly important that the team genuinely care for one another if they were going to play on a team together.

You’re just sliding your laptop into your bag when a knock pulls you from your musings.

“Oh, Sam, just give me–”

Except, it isn’t Sam when you finally glance up. It’s Jamie.

You’re leaping to your feet before you can stop yourself, a surge of panic running through your body as your wide eyes meet his. He’s blinking back at you, as if as shocked by your reaction as you were, and before you know it you’re glancing around, half expecting Ted or Beard to be there because why else would Jamie be here?

But neither of them are there, of course, they’d left twenty minutes ago.

“Coach Lasso and Beard have already left,” you explain before he can say anything. “You’re gonna have to wait until tomorrow to talk to–”

Shaking his head, Jamie takes a step towards you. “I wasn’ lookin’ for them. I, uh… was lookin’ for you actually.”

You blink. Once, twice, before your brows furrow. “What?”

He steps towards you again, fully stepping into your office as he scratches at his face absentmindedly, looking just as uncomfortable as you felt. He glances around for a moment before his gaze focuses back on you, and the serious expression on his face is one you’re not used to or know how to react to so you continue to stare blankly at him.

“I wanted to, em, apologize, I guess? Actually, no, not I guess. I am sorry. And I want to apologize for how I treated ya in the past. You know, for all the shitty things I said and did.”

You must be dreaming.

Surely, you’re dreaming.

There’s no way that the Jamie Tartt, famed football star and resident asshole, is apologizing to you. Some random female assistant coach on a team he’d once laughed at for existing? Yeah. Not possible.

But… it’s either that or he’s taking the piss out of you.

Whatever it is, the shock fades in seconds and is quickly replaced by an indescribable amount of anger. 

Because, honestly? Screw him. Screw him for thinking he could walk in here, say sorry and it’d all be okay. After all that he did.

“You’re sorry?” You ask, pointing at him.

He nods, slowly. 

“That’s funny,” is what you end up saying, letting out a snort as he blinks at you in surprise. “You sure didn’t seem sorry all those times you laughed at me when I tried to coach you. What was it you used to say?” You quirk a brow at him as his face falls, the hopeful glint that you’d accept his apology fading from his eyes as you laugh at him. “Oh, that’s right! That I wasn’t meant to be a coach because I’m a woman and rather, I should just look pretty and help make you look good. And if it wasn’t you belittling me for my job, it was you trying to get in my pants and then laughing about it as if that’s some sort of joke.”

You finish your rant with a huff, shoulders rising and falling heavily as Jamie continues to stare back at you.

You hadn’t really realized how much his comments had truly hurt until that moment. Or, rather, you’d pushed them down so far to the back of your mind that it had been bubbling up until this very moment where he tries to apologize offhandedly like that was going to somehow make things better.

“I may have only known you for a little bit before you left us for Manchester, Jamie,” you add, voice considerably calmer as you frown at him. “But you sure left an impression. And one little apology is not gonna make up for the amount of times I went home crying and feeling worthless, because of you.”

Jamie doesn’t say anything. His lips part like he means to you, but he ends up just gaping at you like a goldfish, looking rather stupid, before there’s a light knock on the door and you’re pulled from your thoughts only to find Sam poking his head into the office. He looks concerned, eyeing Jamie out of the corner of his eye with a certain edge, before turning to you.

Biting your lip, you blink, hating the way your vision blurs and quickly you wipe at your face before any tears can fall.

You refused to cry in front of Jamie.

“Just a second, Sam,” you call, offering him a small, somewhat forced smile. You turn to your desk, grabbing your bag and doing a quick survey to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything before promptly pushing your way past Jamie and slipping past Sam. He sets a hand on your back to guide you forward, blocking you from Jamie’s view and you don’t see it, but just before Sam turns to walk away himself, he’s sending Jamie a rather nasty glare.

The message is clear; leave her alone.

-

The next morning there’s a vase of flowers sitting on your desk.

Nate is eyeing them when you walk in, before he blinks at the sight of you and quickly turns away as if afraid you caught him staring. You just blink at him, before looking at the flowers once more.

Poking your head out to the main office, you gesture over your shoulder; “where’d the flowers come from?”

Beard raises his hands in a silent gesture that they’re not from him, before your gaze falls to Ted.

“Don’t look at me,” he shrugs. “You’d know if I got you flowers,” he winks with a light chuckle and rolling your eyes as you make your way to your desk. There’s a card in front of the vase and as you take a seat, you take the card, flipping it open.

All that’s written on it is the name of the flowers; Lily of the Valley.

Frowning, you let your eyes wander across the white flowers, leaning forward to smell them and letting your eyes fall shut at the sweet scent. 

Only thing is, who sent them?

Leaning back on your chair, you peek into the locker room, trying to see who of the players is there. There’s not too many. There’s Sam, but you walked in with him so you know it’s not him, also he most likely would’ve just given them to you if he was going to get you a bouquet of flowers. Isaac’s there, but you doubt he’d give them to you. Richard and Dani are there, but they're much too forward to try and secretly give you flowers.

And then your eyes fall on Jamie. He’s already looking at you, but he’s quick to glance away the second your eyes fall on him, his cheeks turning a bit red.

Your brows furrow.

It couldn’t–

“Apparently, Lily of the Valley symbolizes apology. Specifically when one doesn’t know how to apologize.” Nate explains, reading off of his phone, the card from your desk in his other hand, before he glances at you with a curious smile. “I wonder who wanted to apologize to you?”

You glance at Nate, before the flowers, before peeking back at Jamie who’s tying the laces of his boots, pointedly not glancing up.

Moving back towards your desk, you stare at the flowers a moment longer.

What the actual hell.

-

“Oh, just–”

Before you can properly register the voice, a blur of blue is suddenly in front of you, opening the door you’d been about to open yourself before your hand can even reach for the handle.

Slowly your eyes flicker upwards to fall on Jamie as he stands beside you, holding the door wide open, a rather proud smile plastered onto his face.

“There ya go,” he offers, head tilting towards the door. “Ladies first.”

Quirking a brow, you nod at Jamie slowly, stepping through the door while you try to fight the smile that threatens to curl onto your lips.

“Smooth, Tartt,” you offer over your shoulder.

He grins back at you, nodding at you.

You can’t help the laugh, however, when instead of stepping through the door like you expected (assuming he’d only done it cause he needed something from here in the first place), he lets the door shut with a goofy wave, leaving you alone in the room.

Pausing, you shake your head.

That was new.

-

“And you, Coach?”

It takes you half a second to realize Jamie is talking to you and you only really realize it because Ted, Beard and Nate are all looking at you, waiting.

Blinking, you swallow thickly, eyes falling back on the team only to see they’re all staring at you as well, also waiting. Your eyes fall on Jamie and he’s smiling at you, happy and all teeth as he rocks on his feet, patiently waiting for you to say anything you might or might not have to say.

It’s not like the rest of the team hadn’t ever asked you for your opinion or if you had any pointers. And of course Ted made sure to consistently ask for your suggestions, wanting to make sure you felt your voice was heard and included.

As the only female coach for a male’s football team, you’d managed to find yourself an incredible group of boys who listened to you despite your gender and actively made sure to try out anything you suggested.

But never had you ever had all their attention like you do in that moment. All of them just standing there, solely focused on you.

And that was because of Jamie.

Biting your lip, you shuffle on your feet. “Oh, well… I–”

But your voice is shaky and you’re not sure how to say what you want, but as your eyes flicker back over to Jamie he’s still grinning at you, smile never wavering and he’s sending you a thumbs up.

As if to say; you got this.

And then the words just seem to pour from your lips after that.

-

The addition of Roy Kent to the line up of coaches is both positive and negative.

And really, it isn’t negative for anyone but yourself. Not that having Roy on the team was negative, just, well… It was already hard enough being the only women assistant coach with two other men, but now you were competing with three men and Roy was nothing if not an intimidating and commandeering addition to the team.

His desk had been squished in between yours and Nate’s and while the man was lovely, if not a little aggressive, by the end of his first day you found yourself drained and feeling like a fool. Roy wasn’t just another man, but he was a previous football star himself; he had the on field experience to back up his suggestions and he knew what he was talking about so that when he did say something, no one really batted an eye to his suggestions.

Or, at least, questioned them.

Worst part was you liked Roy. Sure he swore a lot, and sometimes he’d grunt instead of replying to you but before he’d had to leave the team, he’d always listened to your suggestions with an open mind and never made you or the suggestions feel less just because it was a woman saying them. He was an absolute sweetheart underneath all of the gruff, and you knew him outside of work quite well as well because he was dating Keeley.

So, with the jealousy that you couldn’t help but have, you also felt extremely guilty. 

“Are… Are you alrigh’?”

Gasping, you sit up at the voice, panicked eyes glancing around until you settle on Jamie.

“Jesus, Tartt,” you breathe, pressing a hand to your chest as you shake your head. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” he offers with a light laugh. “I didn’ mean to.”

“It’s fine,” you sigh, letting yourself relax once more as you slump against the wall behind you, pulling your knees closer to yourself. “I just thought I was alone. Didn’t think anyone would come wandering in here.”

Jamie steps into the room at that, letting the door shut behind him as he nods. “Saw you come in ‘ere,” he explains, taking a seat across from you. “Wanted to make sure you were alrigh’”

Shaking your head, you brush him off; “I'm fine.”

“You, um… you sure?”

Turning to Jamie, he’s staring back at you in a way that tells you he doesn’t believe you. He’s got a concerned look in his eyes and he’s fidgeting with his fingers, his knee rocking nervously as he tries to find the words to say.

Sighing, you shake your head; “it’s stupid.”

“Not when it comes to ya.”

Blinking, you turn to Jamie, lips parted in surprise. Except, he doesn’t seem shocked by what he said or embarrassed. He continues to stare back at you with that concerned look in his gaze, patiently waiting for you to explain what’s going on.

“It’s just… It’s hard,” you start, struggling to find the words. How do you explain to him, not only a man but the same man that used to belittle you for the exact same thing you’re feeling self conscious about, that you feel like you’re being tested in your own job everyday just because you’re a woman? You weren’t sure he’d understand. And honestly, although you’ve seen the changes in him and regrettably started to believe them, you weren’t positive he wouldn’t just laugh at you for it anyways.

And yet, you continue to speak.

“Being what I am at my job,” you add, eyeing him carefully.

Jamie frowns. “Being a woman?”

Inhaling sharply, you nod; “yeah. I know Ted and the rest of the guys would never belittle me or make me feel less because I am, but… It’s just hard being the only woman coach for a team of men. Even if you guys don’t mean to, and I know you don’t, you all naturally gravitate towards Ted and the guys more than you do me.”

Lips parting, Jamie stares back at you.

Avoiding his gaze, you glance down at your lap. “Makes me doubt myself sometimes.”

“Oh.”

Nodding, you pull at a thread on your pants. “Yeah. Oh.”

Silence follows and you feel ten times more uncomfortable as the seconds pass. You can still feel Jamie’s gaze on you, watching, waiting, maybe trying to find something to say, and it’s making you feel more and more embarrassed as time goes. 

Shaking your head, you suddenly move to a stand.

“Anyways, it’s late so you should–”

“I think yer an amazing coach.”

Lips left parted, you turn, only to find Jamie suddenly standing in front of you.

“You make great strategy plays, you are undeniably smart about the terminology and nobody cares about the wellbeing of the team more than you,” he continues, his gaze never once faltering. “You cheer us on and never ever make us feel like we’re doing something wrong or stupid for askin’ for help. I know it feels like we listen to the guys more, but every single one of us leans on your advice heavily and we’d be lost without yer support and guidance.”

Eyes widening, you don’t realize it until you blink that you’re crying.

Your hand falls to your cheek, feeling wetness.

“Shit,” Jamie curses and your eyes fall back on him. “I didn’t mean to make ya cry, I just–”

Your arms wound around him before he can finish, pulling him flush against you as you press your head into the crook of his neck. Jamie freezes at the touch, body tensing but just for a second before he eases, his own arms coming around to wrap around you in return.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him, “I… Thank you so much.”

“O-Of course,” he murmurs, voice low and you can feel his chest rumble against your cheek. “I just… thought ya should know.”

Biting your lip, you pull back at that, quickly wiping the tears off your cheeks as you step away from him. Jamie lets you go with ease, both of your cheeks red, yours burning when you realize you’d not only just flung yourself at him but you’d gotten his shirt wet with your tears.

“I.. I’m sorry,” you whisper, gesturing to his chest. “I didn’t mean to cry on you.”

Jamie shrugs; “no worries, love.”

Meeting his eyes, the two of you stare at each other for a moment, before you’re quickly stepping past him. “Anyways, I should… I should go.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah. Me… Me too.”

Reaching for the door, you glance back at him; “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Nodding, Jamie grins down at you; “see you tomorrow.”

-

“We’ve got a problem.”

Both Keeley and Rebecca turn to you at your words, whatever they’d been saying promptly getting cut off the second they see the panic on your face.

Rushing you inside, they settle on either side of you on Rebecca’s couch in her office, Keeley’s arm wrapped around your waist and Rebecca offering you a cup of tea as they turn to you with concerned eyes.

“Okay, lay it out,” Rebecca says, “what’s wrong and who do I have to fire?”

Letting out a light laugh, you shake your head. “You don’t have to fire anyone.”

“Good,” she nods, “because I didn’t want to fire anyone.”

Rolling your eyes teasingly, you take a sip of your tea before reaching forward to set it on the table.

“Okay, then, babes,” Keeley speaks up, frowning at you, “then what’s the matter? You came in here looking like something horrible’s happened.”

Letting out a groan, you press your hands to your face; “that’s because something horrible has happened.”

“What?” Keeley presses, squeezing your arm.

Taking a deep breath, you hesitate a moment, eyeing the both of them, before you whisper in shame; “I think I fancy Jamie.”

There’s a beat of silence, before;

“Like Tartt?” Keeley asks, eyes widening in absolute surprise. “Jamie Tartt? Our Jamie Tartt?”

“Like on my team Richmond, Jamie Tartt?” Rebecca adds, pointing at herself before gesturing to her office.

Cheeks burning, you hide your face in your hands again. “Yes.”

Keeley and Rebecca eye each other for a moment, before Rebecca’s pulling your hands away from your face.

“Y/N.”

You just shake your head, trying to grab a pillow to further hide yourself.

“Babes, stop,” Keeley laughs lightly. “Explain to us why you fancy Jamie.”

“Yeah,” Rebecca encourages. “It’s alright.”

Hands falling to your lap with a huff, you frown. “It’s all his fault,” you whine. “Because he’s trying to be better now and I can’t handle that. Before, you know, when he was a prick, that’s just it! He was a prick. And I’m sorry Keeley for saying this but I always found him a little attractive.”

Snorting, Keeley shakes his head; “babes, why do you think I dated him?”

Biting your lip, you sigh. “But he was awful, right?” She nods and Rebecca snorts, clearly feeling that’s an understatement. “And when he came back, I was so mad. Mad because he was so mean and laughed at me and belittled me for being a woman, and not to mention he was terrible to the whole team. Like when he used to bully Nate or hog the ball and never give Sam a chance to show his skill.”

They both nod to your words.

“So I was upset. Upset because he was back and because Ted didn’t tell me or ask me how I felt. And I said to myself that this whole apology thing was just an act and he’d go right back to being his old self in a few days. I was proud of myself too because when he tried to apologize, I didn’t let him.” Keeley squeezes your arm at that and Rebecca smiles proudly. “But then the next day I came in and he bought my flowers!”

Their eyes widen.

“He did?”

“Yeah,” you nod at Keeley. “A big bouquet of Lily of the Valley and you know what Lily of the Valley symbolizes?”

Keeley shakes her head and Rebecca sighs, shoulders falling. “Apology,” she explains for you. “You give them to someone you hurt and don’t know how to apologize to.”

Keeley’s lips part in disbelief; “I never got fucking Lily of the Valley’s.”

Sinking into the couch, you cry out; “exactly! And then he starts opening doors for me and helping me pack things up… he’s listening to me in practice when he never used to, deliberately asking for my opinion after practice after the rest of the coaches have said their pieces. He tells the rest of the team to shut up if he feels they’re not listening to me and he asks me for pointers alone so he can get better. And! God! I was upset and he made this whole big speech about how amazing a coach I am and how the team appreciates me and shit and then I hugged him and cried on him and he didn’t laugh at me or make me feel like shit. He… he was actually really fucking sweet.”

The second you’re done ranting, Keeley and Rebecca glance at each other, before coming to the same conclusion.

“Well,” Keeley says hesitantly. “It definitely sounds like you fancy him.”

Pulling at your hair, you let out a cry. 

“No, no,” Rebecca shakes her hand, pulling your hands away from your face and holding them safely in her own. “It’s fine, love. Jamie has really turned himself around.”

“He has,” Keeley is quick to agree. “I mean, he never did any of that stuff for me and we were already in a relationship.”

“But it isn’t fine,” you argue, shaking your head. “Because he’s Jamie Tartt, and he’s fucking fit and now he’s nice too… and he’s a star football player and I’m just Y/N Y/L/N, some random assistant female coach on a team of male football players. No one knows me and I’m not special and I’m not a model or a celebrity or any of the usual types he goes for.”

“That is absolutely not true,” Rebecca says instantly, face appalled as if she can’t believe you’ve just said what you have.

“You are Y/N fucking Y/L/N.” Keeley adds, moving to grip your cheeks tightly between her hands. “The first and only female assistant coach of Richmond who has come up with more strategy plays that have helped us win than anyone else. Not to mention, you are proper fit. You are an absolutely fucking gorgeous and successful woman that Jamie would be incredibly lucky to have.”

Lips parting, you blink. Keeley and Rebecca are both looking at you in a way that leaves no room for arguments and feeling your eyes water, you pout; “you mean that?”

“Of course I fucking mean that.”

“Y/N,” Rebecca calls, squeezing your hands tightly. “I am so proud of you and the woman that you are and incredibly lucky to have you as a coach for my team. I know that, Keeley knows that, the team knows that and it looks like Jamie is aware of that more than anyone else. I know it’s hard to leave yourself vulnerable like this, but at least give him a shot.”

Biting your lip, you meet her eyes, finding the reassurance in them you needed before you glance over at Keeley who is grinning widely, nodding.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Okay.”

-

You’d believed what Rebecca and Keeley said.

Of course you did because you know they’d never lie to you.

And you’d promised them you’d give Jamie a chance before simply believing there’s no way he’d like you. But promising and doing was a lot different, and it’s hard to find the chance to say anything to him over the next few days.

The whole team is anxious because of the game against Manchester City coming up, especially since the last time they’d played them, it was the match that had gotten them regulated. Adding even more to that, Jamie had been on the Manchester team when that had happened and even though you know he’d made great strides towards making up with the team since coming back to Richmond, he was just anxious as the rest of them.

For a multitude of reasons you didn’t understand.

So, there wasn’t a chance to say anything.

And there certainly wasn’t one now that they’d lost. You’d briefly wondered to yourself that if they won, maybe you could run to Jamie and just confess your feelings then, thick in the adrenaline of it all. Like they did in the movies. All sweet and romantic.

Only, Richmond hadn’t won and you certainly weren’t going to now.

Especially when you were just as disappointed as the rest of them.

You’re speaking with Ted and Roy in the locker room when Jamie’s father comes in, and any conversation you’d been having falls silent the second he does.

You watch in stunned silence as Jamie’s father makes an embarrassment of himself, laughing and joking as he makes fun of the team's loss before zeroing in on Jamie himself. He says the cruelest things, and everything clicks in that moment why Jamie was the way that he was before he’d left Richmond.

And when Jamie punches his father straight across the face, you jump and your hands fall to your lips but you’re not shocked and you don’t think Jamie is wrong either.

No one says anything and no one does anything as Beard drag’s Jamie’s father out of the locker room and Jamie stands there, still standing in a defensive position. You want to do something, you want to say something, but you don’t think it’s your place. And you don’t know if Jamie would even feel all that much comfort with having you do anything.

Roy steps past you in the next second, taking Jamie into his arms and he loses it then, his sobs echoing throughout the otherwise silent room.

Ted runs past you at one point, but you don’t notice, eyes stuck on that of Jamie and Roy.

Then, Roy’s pulling away, but Jamie’s still got tears in his eyes, pressing his hand to his eyes as he tries to hide away. Suddenly, Roy’s eyes are on you, and he’s smiling in a knowing way, before promptly kicking everyone else out of the room. Your eyes widen as he does, body tensing in panic as Roy nods at you just before shutting the door behind him, leaving just you and Jamie in the room alone.

You can hear him sniffling to himself, a small sob breaking past his lips as you stand there, feeling out of place and like you’re stepping past his boundaries. So, slowly, you step towards him. “I can, uh, leave too if you’d like some–”

“No,” is all Jamie says before he’s pulling you into a hug, arms wrapping around you tightly as he presses his face into the crook of your neck. You freeze at the action at first, unsure what to do or say, before slowly your body eases, and your arms are raising, hands falling to his back as you squeeze him tightly.

He clutches onto you, sobbing into your neck, and you let him wordlessly, rubbing his back in smooth, slow patterns in a way you hope is comforting.

And the two of you stay like that for a while.

-

Your relationship from then on changes.

More than it already had.

You find yourself willingly hanging out with him when you would’ve avoided it otherwise before. Jamie always seems to be there, lending a helping hand or letting you talk his ear off about something or another.

The two of you never really spoke about what had happened in that locker room but you didn’t need to. It went without saying. You understood Jamie in a way that you hadn’t before, and although it didn’t excuse it, it made sense why he’d been the way had been before and it showed him trying to be better meant a lot more than it had before.

So, the season ends, and you watch the changes Jamie’s doing with a smile and a completely different attitude. When he gives Dani the shot, or when he joins in on team chants before matches. He’s still arrogant and cocky, but it’s in a more loveable way than it had been before, and now when he comes in every morning wearing his stupid ICON hat and dumb sunglasses, you can barely hide the smile that curls onto your lips.

Or the way that despite him wearing such stupid things, you think he looks ridiculously hot.

The season ends and then the new one starts up with one less coach after Nate had left only to join West Ham. It had certainly been a betrayal and you’d be lying if you said it hadn’t hurt. You’d always felt like Nate had understood you in a way maybe some of the others didn’t and the two of you had shared that office alone for so long that you couldn’t help the way you’d cried when you’d realized what he’d done.

Jamie holds you through it. 

A soft, gentle and comforting presence that never makes you feel silly for feeling so hurt and betrayed and for that, you’re eternally grateful.

Suddenly, Jamie is someone you can’t live without. You look forward to every morning you see him walk into the locker room, and you find yourself texting him at night, unable to stop the giddy feeling that floods you every time you hear your phone ding and see it’s him calling or texting you.

Keeley and Rebecca tease you all whilst constantly trying to get you to confess. You always say that you will, but you never do.

You’re mad for him, that you know but you don’t know if he’s mad for you and you don’t want to ruin the relationship the two of you have built just because of your stupid feelings. It was nice having him as a friend, and although every time you saw him you just wanted to kiss him, you didn’t want to lose that friendship either.

So you never say anything.

-

“So, I would suggest just–”

“Y/N–?”

Lips left parted at the sound of Sam, you turn to him as he pokes his head into the office. He freezes when he sees Jamie standing behind you, the two of you going over one of his plays, your hand left held with the whiteboard marker and he winces. “I’m so sorry. I did not mean to interrupt you two.”

Jamie is waving his hand in reassurance as you smile at Sam, letting your hand fall; “it’s fine, Sam. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be able to drive you home tonight,” he explains, chancing a quick glance at Jamie before focusing back on you. “I have to run by the restaurant before heading home and I’m not sure how long it will take.”

“Oh,” you blink, shaking your head. “It’s fine, Sam. I can walk home tonight. It’s no problem.” Then, cheekily, you can’t help but add; “as long as when you finally do let me see your restaurant, everything is on the house.”

Laughing, Sam shakes his head; “it already was. And for you,” he points at you with a grin, “it’ll always be.”

Smilingly, you nod, waving him goodbye as he does the same, slipping out of the office. You laugh quietly to yourself as he does, before turning to find Jamie’s eyes on you, and you blink; “sorry,” you offer bashfully. “Where were we–”

“I didn’t know Sam drove you home?”

Pausing, you shift back to face Jamie. “Oh, yeah. He saw that I was walking home one night, offered me a drive and it’s been like that since.”

Jamie nods, slowly. “You two are close.”

“Um, yeah?” You agree with a shrug. “Sam is easy to talk to, I guess. Super friendly and kind.”

“Hm,” Jamie hums lightly. “He does look like he’d make a good boyfriend.”

It takes you half a second to register what Jamie’s said both because you feel that’s a weird observation for Jamie to make and also because when in that conversation did you say he was your boyfriend?

“We’re not dating,” you explain, shaking your head as you laugh. “We’re just friends.”

Jamie’s eyes widen, cheeks warming in faint embarrassment but… is that a hint of relief you see? Probably not, you’re just psyching yourself out.

“Oh.”

Nodding, you bite your lip; “yeah.”

“Cool,” Jamie hums and you raise a brow at him, before turning back to the whiteboard.

“Did you wanna…?”

Jamie is quick to agree, shifting on his feet to put his focus back on what you were saying before Sam had stepped in. But then, just as your lips part to continue, Jamie is interrupting you;

“I could drive you home.”

He says it so nonchalantly you think you imagine him saying it at first.

You glance at him over your shoulder, and he turns to you.

“If you’d like.”

“Um,” and you hate the way your voice shakes or the nerves that rattle your entire being. “Sure… Sure, that’d… that’d be great. If you don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” he assures with a grin. “Why would I mind having a pretty girl in me car?”

Cheeks burning you quickly glance back ahead of yourself to not let him see how much that simple comment made your heart flutter and your insides feel like jelly. Inhaling sharply, it’s hard to fight the smile from curling onto your lips as you move to continue saying what you’d been trying to say before.

You’re so focused that you don’t see Jamie watching you, a grin curling onto his own lips when he sees how flustered you are.

-

“Pretty coach.”

Halting in your step, you glance up, only to have to crane your head upwards when you find Zava, the star player Rebecca had managed to score, staring down at you. He’s tall, very tall, and you’re not exactly sure why he’s here, in the middle of the hall, or why he’s talking to you.

“Zava,” you greet nervously, offering a small smile.

He’s stepping towards you, effectively closing the distance between you as your eyes widen, freezing when he reaches forward to take your hand in his own. Before you know it, he’s pressing his lips against the top of your hand, a gentle, swift kiss as he glances at you through his lashes, smirking.

“I look forward to working under you as my coach,” he explains, accent thick as he pulls his lips away. It doesn’t escape your notice that he doesn’t let go of your hand, though.

“Oh, um, me–me too. But you’ll mainly be working under Coach Lasso since he’s the head–...”

Your words trail when you realize he’s not really listening. He’s just… staring. Directly at you.

Swallowing thickly, with your free hand, you touch your face; “is there something on my–”

“Oh no, no,” he laughs gently, squeezing your hand. “You just have the most beautiful eyes.”

Feeling yourself warm, you meet his eyes in surprise before glancing down at your feet, “oh, um, thank–”

“Oi.”

The new voice is sharp and your head is spinning over your shoulder only to see Jamie promptly making his way over to you. You’re surprised by how angry he looks, but his attention isn’t focused on you and rather Zava as he quickly makes his way over, pulling your hand out of Zava’s and gently pushing you behind him as he blocks you from sight from Zava. You flush when you realize Jamie’s still holding onto your hand, before slowly peeking over his shoulder.

“Tartt,” Zava grins, “it’s wonderful to see you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jamie huffs. “Just keep your hands to yourself, okay?”

Raising his hands in surrender, Zava laughs, stepping back as he moves to walk away. His eyes catch yours and he winks at you before turning to walk off.

“Prick.” Jamie hisses under his breath.

You pause at that, turning to him only to see his eyes set in a glare, watching Zava disappear down the hall before you let out a giggle. Jamie’s eyes fall on you the second you do, gaze softening when he sees you giggling.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you smile, biting your lip as you glance up at him. “Just funny. You're calling him a prick.”

Jamie’s eyes widen in mock hurt; “he is!”

“Sure,” you shrug. “And so were you.”

“But not anymore,” he teases, rolling his eyes at you.

“True,” you agree, shocking him by how easily you do. You just continue to smile at him, “definitely not anymore.”

Jamie stares down at you, eyes never leaving your face. “He’s right about one thing, though.”

Quirking a brow, you tilt your head; “yeah? And what’s that?”

“You do have the most beautiful eyes.”

That was the last thing you expected.

Lips parting, you’re burning red as you promptly slap Jamie in the arm.

“Ow!” He hisses, pulling away as his hand (regrettably) leaves yours. “What was that for?”

You just stare back at him, pouting, embarrassed, hoping he can’t hear how fast your heart is beating.

Or notice that the way he said it meant way more than it did coming from Zava.

“Prick.”

Jamie just blinks, pouting; “what did I do?”

-

You let out a laugh as Jamie comes running up on the bus cheering about seeing Windmills, shaking your head with a grin as the rest of the guys cheer him on.

He walks down the aisle, high fiving a few of the guys until his eyes settle on you. Leaning your head against the seat, you grin cheekily up at him. “Did you have a fun night?” You ask with a head tilt, biting the inside of your cheek.

Smiling down at you, Jaime nods; “yeah, you?”

“Perfect,” you assure. “Spent a quiet night in my room.”

“The boys didn’t keep ya company?” He frowns, and he looks like he’s about to say something before you quickly reach forward, grabbing his wrist.

“That was team bonding stuff, silly,” you roll your eyes. “Besides, I had the most relaxing bath. It was fine.”

He glances down at you, not saying anything, but you feel your chest tighten when you see the way his eyes glance across your entire figure at the word bath.

Ignoring the butterflies, you smile; “saved you a seat, see?” You gesture to the empty window seat next to you, and Jamie laughs.

“You want the window seat?”

“Yup,” you grin, shuffling over to the other side as Jamie takes your old spot. You settle down next to him, arm brushing against his as he grins over at you.

“You got lots of training done last night?”

Jamie nods, “yup. Taugh’ Roy how to ride a bike.”

Brows furrowing, you briefly wonder how that happened in the midst of training but you let it go all the same, shrugging as you laugh. “But you made sure to get some rest, yes?” You add, turning to him with a quirked brow. “Because you remember what I said about training? If you push yourself too hard, you’re not going–”

“–to help anyone,” he finishes for you with a chuckle. “Yes, I remember.”

“Good,” you nod, squeezing his arm. 

“And you?”

Blinking, you turn to him.

“Did you get some rest last night?”

You nod, touched by his concern. “Yeah,” you assure, “like I said, spent the night in my room, resting.”

“Good,” he repeats your words from earlier and you turn your head away to the window when you feel yourself smiling.

Yet, despite that, an hour later, you’ve passed out on Jamie’s very own shoulder, softly snoring away.

Jamie is careful not to move, not wanting to wake you up, but when Dani turns to take a photo excitedly, he doesn’t stop him.

“Hey,” he whispers to Dani, “send that to me, okay?”

-

“You need to talk to Jamie.”

Raising a brow, you glance up at Roy.

“...I do?”

“He’s a mess,” is all Roy says.

“Okay…?”

“And you need to talk to him.”

Biting your lip, you hum; “because?”

Huffing, Roy rolls his eyes like you’re the one being annoying. “Because you’re the only one he’ll listen to, so you need to talk to him and get him out of whatever funk he’s in.”

“Okay,” you nod, “I’ll talk to him.”

-

You don’t get the chance to talk to him until you’ve arrived at the hotel the night before the game and even then it’s not really you talking to him.

The movie you’d all watched together is over and Ted had set a curfew but Jamie is taking your hand in his, throwing his hood up and leading you out of the hotel without another word. You glance over your shoulder to see Roy glancing at you in confusion, but you just shrug your shoulders and then Keeley is sending you two thumbs up with a bright grin and before you know it, you both are out the hotel and making your way across the street.

You let him lead, expecting him to say something, but he never really does. He’s eerily silent the entire walk, and it isn't until twenty minutes have passed that you finally tug on his grip and pull him to a stop. He glances back at you in surprise but you’re just shaking your head up at him, confused.

“If this is your way of getting me alone to murder me, I’m going to be really upset.”

He blinks at your words, confused at first, before he shakes his head. “No, no… of course not. I… I want you to meet someone.”

“Oh,” you mumble, feeling yourself ease as you meet his gaze. He’s staring back at you, obviously waiting for you to agree and with a gentle smile, you nod.

“Okay.”

It’s his mom.

He wanted you to meet his mom. 

You’re confused, extremely so, as Jamie leads you up the steps to a house, knocks and some older gentleman opens the door. He recognizes Jamie and invites the both of you in, and you’re left standing in the entrance way, baffled as you hug your coat closer to yourself, until a woman comes running down the stairs, screaming Jamie’s name and then suddenly she’s in his arms and he’s spinning her and calling her ‘mommy’ and it all clicks.

You can't help the smile that curls onto your lips at the sight, feeling like you’re being allowed to see a side of Jamie others rarely were.

And when Jamie introduces you to his mom, the smile turns into shock when she says; “you’re the one Jamie’s told me so much about!” And before you even have time to register those words or see Jamie glancing at you, she’s wrapping you up in her arms and hugging you so tightly as she gushes about how much she’s wanted to meet you.

You spend the night being welcomed by his mother and her boyfriend, before you leave Jamie to have his much needed conversation with his mom. Simon shows you around the house, before leaving you to glance around Jamie’s childhood bedroom yourself. You all but squeal at his Roy Kent poster, before rolling your eyes at Keeley’s, but happily glance round the rest of the room. You look at all his trophies and childhood photos, little drawings he’d done or books he’d read.

Before you know it, Jamie’s poking his head into the room and calling for you.

“Oh, Jamie,” you smile, “are you all done catching up with your mom?”

He nods, “yeah, you wanna get out of here? Go back to the hotel?”

“Sure,” you agree with ease, stepping toward him. He sets his hand against your back, leading you back towards the door where you say your final goodbyes. You thank Simon for the tour and give Georgie a huge hug, expressing how happy you were to meet her before she makes you promise you’ll come by and visit again.

You’re not quite sure how to reply to that, but it’s okay because Jamie does it for you, promising the two of you will stop by for an actual dinner soon.

And then, it’s just the two of you, making your way back to the hotel.

“So,” you call out, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “You told your mum about me?”

Jamie rolls his eyes at that, huffing. “Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I?”

That certainly isn’t the response you were expecting, so, with warm cheeks, you glance at your feet.

“Got it all sorted now?”

Jamie hums, “yup. Sorry if I worried ya.”

You shake your head. “Think you had Roy in more of a panic, if I’m being honest. Poor man couldn’t breathe, he was so worried.”

Jamie snorts at that, lightly nudging you with his arm. “So, ya weren’ worried at all?”

Turning your head, your smile fades as you meet his gaze. “No, I was. I just didn’t want to overstep.”

“You could never overstep,” Jamie assures, “I should’ve been open about how I was feelin’. Just needed to sort it out for meself.”

Smiling softly to yourself, you hug your hands behind your back. “Well, I’m glad you figured it all out, Jamie. Really. Now you can kick some serious ass tomorrow, yeah?” You’re smiling as you say it, nudging him back with your own arm as the two of you continue to walk.

Then, suddenly, Jamie stops.

Frowning, you glance back at him; “are you–?”

“Me mum helped me with somethin’ else.”

“Oh,” you mumble, not sure where he was going with this. “What’s that?”

“Said I should stop being such a pussy and tell you how I really feel.”

Lips parting, you freeze. “Oh.”

Jamie nods, slow, and you can tell he’s nervous by the way he’s shuffling on his feet. “So… here goes.”

Your eyes widen when he steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you until he’s right in front of you, inches away. Your eyes follow him, head tilted back as you stare up at him, unsure what to do or say. But you don’t need to, because Jamie is speaking up in the next second.

“I’m in love with ya,” he confesses, letting the words just slip past his lips. “I’ve been in love with ya since you hugged me after me dad in Wembley. Maybe before that, I dunno. All I know is that when I came back to Richmond, all I was focused on was makin’ everyone like me again and then you yelled at me that day in yer office and I realized it was more than that. It wasn’t just about makin’ people like me, but makin’ up for the cruel things I'd done. I’m so sorry for the way I treated ya before, but I want you to know that I think the absolute world of ya. You are kind and sweet and smart and proper fit and… I dunno, you might not feel the same but I don’t wanna go on another day not having you know how crazy I am for ya.”

His words settle, carry on in the silence, as you stare back up at him, lips left parted, disbelief coursing through your veins.

Jamie’s confidence wavers as the silence carries and he’s shuffling on his feet in worry as he swallows thickly. “You don’t have to say anythin’,” he assures, rambling now with nerves. “I just wanted ya to know, so–”

But you cut him off by pressing your lips firmly against his own.

Jamie stumbles back from the pure force of the kiss at first, before he catches his balance and the shock fades and his hands are falling on your waist as he squeezes, returning the kiss with just as much passion. Maybe more. He kisses you like he’s been waiting to do this for weeks, and you realize, he maybe has. He holds you like you're the only thing in that moment that matters and you let yourself sink into his touch, turning to putty in his hands as you thread your fingers through his hair.

Then, slowly, you pull away, breathless as he smiles down at you.

“I love you too,” you whisper, “since the day you left me those flowers.”

Jamie’s eyes widen and his lips part but you don’t have the care to be embarrassed by your confession; it just felt good to finally, finally be able to say the words out loud.

“And I am so excited to see you kick ass tomorrow.” You breathe out, pressing your hands to his cheeks as you smile up at him, eyes dazed and sparkling with delight. 

Pressing his forehead against yours, Jamie presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“And I can’t wait to see you kick ass tomorrow.”

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[2:59 pm]

(cw: f!reader, alcohol mentioned but not consumed)

a/n: thoughts on the header??? I need validation or I die like tinkerbell

Could there have been a worse store to experience than a Costco on the weekend in the afternoon? Or really, any time of day. You weren't sure how you'd gotten roped into coming to Costco with your boyfriend, fratboy!Johnny. You'd been given a list to stick to and that would have been easy enough if you hadn't also brought Mark and Haechan along.

It was overwhelming enough to get through the doors, but you were sticking right to Johnny's side. There was no way you were losing hold on him with just how crowded it was.

"Alright, we're sticking to the list. Everybody stay close and nothing that's not on the list, got it you two?" Johnny states with a pointed look thrown in Mark and Haechan's direction.

"Fine," they groan in unison as you all make your way down the aisles.

Johnny thankfully keeps a tight hold on your hand, refusing to lose you to the Saturday Costco madness. It's a reassuring hold that helps you stay calm and keeps your anxiety at bay.

The cart starts to fill up soon enough, cleaning products, light bulbs, batteries- "yooooo! Bro, this big ass bottle of vodka is only 15 bucks!"

"We're not getting that Mark, put it back," you sigh, grabbing a few bunches of bananas to set in the cart.

"No, but if you do the math, it's only..." Haechan adds, resting his finger on his chin while he tries to do the math, "whatever, it's cheap!"

Johnny exits the refrigerated section with his arms full of different products. Do his arms always look this good at Costco? You may have to come with him more often.

He doesn't seem to notice your lingering gaze, "we have a list to stick to and alcohol isn't on the list. I say no and Bee says no, so but put it back."

Moving your way through the store, the cart fills up steadily. Finally, you make your way to the opposite side of the store where you can top up the cart with frozen goods and snacks. Johnny tosses a few boxes of ice cream bars, a few bags of frozen chicken, a few bags of coffee among other items that join the mass.

You sigh as you attempt to rearrange the nearly overflowing cart, "I think we should have gotten two carts."

"I'll go get one, Honeybee. Stay right here, alright?" Johnny offers with a soft smile, "Mark and Haechan can stay with you."

You pull a bag of mini chocolate bars out with your brows furrowed with confusion as you set the bag back on one of the shelves, "Mark and Haechan haven't been with us for almost 15 minutes now, lovie."

"They haven't?" Johnny asks with raised brows.

You laugh softly, "yeah, my love. They ran off right after you got the coffee."

"Mother-" Johnny growls, as he pulls out his phone and taps angrily. "Listen here, little shit, we're not here so you can play around. Both of you go get us another cart from outside and meet us in one of the aisles near the pharmacy."

You can barely make out Mark arguing through the speaker, before Johnny cuts him off, "but nothing Mark. You don't listen and now you need to make it up. You guys have four minutes to get back to us or I'm making both of you walk back."

"Be careful!" You call out, leaning up on your toes to be closer to the speaker.

Johnny sighs, tugging you into his arms. He rubs one hand down your back while the other pinches the bridge of his nose, "they stress me the hell out."

"Tell me about it," you laugh, placing a kiss on the left side of the worn t-shirt that covers his chest.

It's only an aisle later and three minutes later when there's a ruckus not too far away. When you look up, you feel like you should be surprised to two guys running toward you, but you don't. Your cheeks heat with embarrassment from everyone looking in your direction as Mark and Haechan come to a stop in front of you and Johnny.

"How long did we take?" Mark pants.

Johnny roughly grabs the cart and tugs it toward you with glare sent in their direction. Haechan smiles brightly, "yeah, what was our time?"

"I wasn't actually timing you idiots!" Johnny scoffs as he transfers some of the items into the empty cart.

"Dude! You suck," Mark groans, "yo, we still get pizza after this right?"

[jehhskz]

Figure you out

"I could treat you so much better, I've known you forever, figured you out"

pairing: Seungmin x Fem!Reader x Felix

genre: song fic, smut, romance, and a bit of angst

wc: 19k

summary: sometimes the love of your life's right by your side; inspired by voilà - figure you out

warnings: smut so MDNI!, not a fan of warnings but this one's a little different from my previously ones, so I'll highlight some bits = little food play; fear of heights; toxic relationship; mentions of cheating; M x F x M; light restraining; slightly violence

jé's note: I wanted to read a fic about this song, so I wrote it; if you read this, please be kind, I tried some new stuff here and I hope you enjoy it! and ozzy, thank you for letting me borrow rockstar! jinnie for the festival 🎸

my other fics ♡

“Seungmin, Seungmin, wait!” 

Seungmin heard a faint shout calling for him and he slowed down a little, looking over his shoulder to see you stopping 10 steps behind him, hands resting on your knees and panting, as if you've been running for so long.

“Look, a stray puppy!” Seungmin said playfully when he stopped his bike.

“Go away puppy, my mom told me we can't have any more dogs!” He teased you, waving you off and pretending he was going to leave.

“Seungmin!” Your clenched fists hit on both of your sides and he chuckled.

“Where's your bike?” 

“At my parents, there was some issues with the brake, so my dad will fix it to me”

“Well…” Seungmin raised his wrist and checked in his clock “If I remember correctly, your shift's about to start, so I guess you should be running instead of chit-chatting with me” 

“Or maybe you could be a gentleman and offer me a ride” You held your hands behind your back, nodding your head and swinging your body.

He stared down at you, pretending to think for a moment, then shook his head in a negative way.

“Oh c’mon, I promise to add an extra pump of cream in your coffee” You pointed up, and he shook his head “Two pumps?” One more finger up, one more denial.

“Please, Minnie. I'll give you a whole week of free coffee, please, please?” You held your hands together in a plea.

Seungmin smirked, holding his hand out for you. He helped you sit in front of him on his bike's handlebars. 

“You had me at the begging” He leaned forward, his breath in your neck giving you goosebumps when he said it teasingly.

Your little shiver didn't go unnoticed by him, but he chose not to tease you further. 

“But I still want those coffees” He added. 

“And here I was, thinking chivalry was not dead” You feigned disappointment.

He pedaled the well known path to Sissi’s, the charming café that he visited almost every morning before class since he became a business administration student in Seoul University. But Seungmin's story with you dated way back more than those 3 years, it started in your childhood, when your dad got a new job and you moved to the same neighborhood as him. 

You and Seungmin clicked instantly, time flew as you enjoyed play dates at each other houses, went to cheer for him on his baseball games and he attended all your ballet presentations, as he bought you ice cream to celebrate your first A in your math test, as you shared that awkward first kiss in his house - a moment both chose to pretend never happened, but neither could sleep that night -, when you were saying goodbye. Yeah, you were leaving, your dad got transferred again, but luckily, you'd come back, not as soon as Seungmin wished for, but he was happy when you surprised him with a visit during winter break, and even more happy when you told him you were going to be back for good.

“Here's your coffee, thank you again” You were behind the counter, handing him the cup with the warm beverage with a smile. 

“No problem, puppy” He took a sip of his coffee and a cream mustache appeared when he put his cup down.

You giggled and leaned forward, hand reaching out, he instinctively leaned back.

“Messy puppy, stand still” Your hand touched his cheek gently and your thumb brushed the cream away.

You looked so nonchalantly while doing it, while Seungmin's heart raced when he felt the pad brush so lightly against his upper lip.

He grabbed his backpack and hopped off the bend he was sitting “I should be going, I'll be late for class” 

“Minnie, wait!” You rushed from behind the counter, reaching for him at the door, you handed him a paper bag, the material was warm under his fingers.

“It's carrot cake with chocolate, be careful, just got out of the oven” He smiled and thanked you before turning into his heels. You stood there, watching him go, waving him bye as he turned the corner.

Sam-dal giggled, stopping behind you “So, are you official now?”

“Seungmin and I are just friends” You turned around, heading back to behind the counter with Sam-dal behind you.

“It doesn't seem like it to me” The older one nudged your arm playfully.

“Dal, don’t be delulu. He doesn't see me like this” You both started arranging the pieces of the cake on a plate. 

“If he didn’t, why would he kiss you?” She teased and you cringed, remembering that embarrassing night.

“We were 15, we were curious, I’m sure it meant nothing to him” Sam-dal looked at you with a smile and you continued before she could add any cheeky comment “Wanna know what he said to me, then?” 

Sam-dal nodded, leaning closer and you repeated Seungmin's words “Close your eyes, that’s creepy” 

The brunette laugh was so loud, some customers looked at you two and she apologised.

“I mean… he was right, that’s really creepy” She chuckled, now starting to organize the utensils you use to make the beverages “...but what about that date you’re going with him next month?” 

“The baseball game? It's not a date, his other friends will be there too” You picked the napkins and started folding and piling them up.

“You’re invited too, if you’d like to come”

“Thanks, but I’m not really into baseball” She smiled at a customer who walked to the counter, taking his order and handing him a mini apple pie.

“Speaking of dates… I was wondering if you could cover me tomorrow?” Sam-dal turned and looked at you with big puppy eyes when the customer headed to find a table.

Your eyes sparkled with curiosity and Sam-dal blushed slightly, telling you all about the surprise she was planning for her boyfriend, for their first year together. That was so sweet, so you obviously agreed.

— ♡ —

There was a warning about the storm on TV, but even still, you couldn’t help but jolt, startled every time you heard a thunder. The delicious aroma of coffee and baked goodies lingered in the air, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere inside those creamy walls, such a contrast from the dark and coldness outside.

As you finished cleaning the last table, you gazed out of the window and sighed, the rain started falling heavily quickly, the street was glistening, very few people passed by, running protected by their umbrellas, one caught your attention, it was a boy. 

Standing there on the opposite side, you watched as he struggled with his umbrella, he was losing the battle and you obviously couldn’t hear him, but from his demeanor, you could tell he was mad and frustrated. You left the cloth on the table and walked to the door.

“Hey, you. Come here!” You shouted, waving at him and beckoning for him to walk to you.

The blonde smiled and you stepped to the side, watching him run inside the café, leaving a trail of water behind him, he turned to you, smiling. He was so pretty, with his long blond hair and heart shaped lips, even all drenched it was still like staring at an angel.

“Thank you, I guess the wind was too strong for her” He showed you the broken umbrella in his hands, sighing.

You were surprised, first by his looks and then by his deep voice. 

He realized it and chuckled lightly “I'm Felix, and you?”

“Y/n” You replied with a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Y/n? Such a pretty name for a pretty girl” Felix said casually and you felt your cheeks burn slightly, you told him to wait and quickly disappeared behind the counter.

Felix stood there as he waited, watching you come back with some towels in hand. He thanked you as you handed them to him.

“You must be cold, so what about I make you some hot cocoa?” Your offer made his eyes spark and he accepted right away.

Later you were chatting, passing time laughing and drinking hot cocoa while you waited for the rain to stop. Watching Felix across the table, enjoying his hot beverage, definitely was a great distraction from the crazy storm outside. 

“You work at MGV Technology?” Your eyes widened and you placed your mug down, making Felix chuckle, nodding. MGV was a super popular tech company in the country.

“Ohh, I've always wanted to work there. I've heard being an intern there's great” Your eyes sparked, ever since you started studying IT, you had a dream, and that dream was to be an intern at MGV.

“Yeah, it is” Felix was enjoying your enthusiasm.

“You’re so lucky for doing your internship there, how long until you become a junior?” Your phone buzzed and you looked down, missing Felix's surprise at your question.

Seungmin: are you still at Sissi’s? I'm going to pick you up

You: don’t need to worry, I've got a ride, talk to you later, I'm about to leave now ☺️

“Mhmm, not too long” Felix smiled sheepishly, he watched you stand up and go wash the mugs, yapping about your impressions of how good it must be to work at MGV, he knew he needed to change the chat direction, so he pointed at your phone. 

“Was your boyfriend?” 

You walked back to him and picked your phone, putting it in your backpocket and shaking your head “Oh no, I don’t have a boyfriend” 

“I assume no plans for saturday night, either?” He leaned a little closer, smirking at you.

“Mhmm, it will be a pretty busy day, why?” You side glanced at him. It wouldn’t, but he didn’t need to know that your day would consist of rooting on your couch watching dramas all day.

“I know you'll be busy… but maybe you could add dinner with me to your agenda?” He leaned against the wall, watching you close the café.

You looked up, pretending to think before answering “Yeah, I think it can be arranged”

“So what about I come pick you up at 8?” 

“Sounds great” You smiled, mirroring his action and leaning against the wall. Felix handed you his phone for you to add your number.

Minutes later the uber he requested arrived and the blonde opened the door for you, sliding beside you right after.

—♡—

You looked down, smoothing down your dress for the third time, the black piece suddenly looking too simple for such a place. Felix noticed your insecurity and leaned closer.

“You're looking beautiful” He whispered, his hand resting on your lower back as you walked to your table.

How much does an intern make? Was all you could think about. 

He got you a table with a beautiful view of Han River, you were mesmerized as you took in the sight of it all. It was a very intimate restaurant, with a pianist playing slow music in the center of the salon, the lights were dim, the food was divine and when you looked at the man sitting across from you, wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. 

It was a great night, talking about your lives and interests. Felix told you about his childhood in Australia and his move to Korea due to his dad's work, and if you weren’t too lightheaded from the wine, you'd realize his moving happened at the same year the company was created. 

Your eyes sparkled as you saw the dessert options, ready to ask for the lava cake, when Felix raised his hand up, motioning for the waiter to come and ordering the panna cotta for you to share instead.  

“You should have told me that we were going to that restaurant, I'd dress more properly” You complained, pouting and Felix chuckled.

“I bet you'd look beautiful even if you wear a sack of potatoes” Felix hands snaked around your waist.

“Bet you're saying that just to seduce me” You teased, your own hands making their way to rest on his shoulders.

“And is it working?” He whispered, and in that moment you couldn’t tell if you were dizzy from the alcohol or from the way he was looking at you.

Felix smiled as he watched you close your eyes, humming and nodding. He didn’t make you wait, pressing his soft lips against your own, pulling you flush against his body as his tongue licked the contour of your bottom lip before finally deepening the kiss. 

You felt even more dizzy, intoxicated by the taste of wine and berries, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him tight, you moaned against his lips. 

Your little moan made him twitch inside his pants, but he held himself back, for now, painfully detaching from you and watching you close the gate before leaving.

After going to bed, your phone buzzed, you grabbed the device, smirking, thinking he was missing you already.

Seungmin: *sent you a video* silly puppy, you're missing out 

Seungmin: hopefully this will make you feel better, don’t forget to take your vitamins, i don’t want you to spread your germs to me

You smiled at the screen, it was a video from a performance of 3RACHA, your and Seungmin's favorite group. 

You: it did, thank you puppy 💕

Seungmin texted you earlier that he won tickets for their show, but you already had plans with the cute guy from the café, a topic you didn't want to share with Seungmin yet, so instead you lied you got a cold and couldn’t go out. 

— ♡ —

“Seung, what's a tag out?” You casually asked while following him to your seats.

Seungmin turned to face you, raising an eyebrow “You're joking, right?” 

You met his friends at the bleachers, watching the game of his favorite team and not being the biggest fan of the sport, the fun for you was in watching Seungmin's passionate reactions. He looked so cute celebrating, even more cute when a player missed a point. 

“Just wait in here, I'll be right back” Seungmin tapped your shoulder and you nodded, watching him leave for the bathroom's area.

You were waiting in line to greet the players, the first ones would win a signed ball and a picture with them. You were absentmindedly looking around when something, better saying someone caught your attention in the VIP section.

Felix was laughing with two older men, too caught in the chat, it took him a moment to look away and see you, but you weren’t looking at him anymore, the line was walking faster and you were looking if Seungmin was coming back. He smiled and turned back to the men, chatting a little more before politely excusing himself and then disappearing.

You looked back and he wasn't there anymore. You sighed.

“Y/n?” Felix appeared behind you and your little jolt made him chuckle.

Felix was hugging you when Seungmin saw you two, he felt something twist inside him, not just because there was another man hugging you, but because he recognized that blonde head right away. He couldn’t help but find it weird how close you seemed to be with Felix, as he got closer to where you and the boy were standing. 

“Seung, just in time!” You exclaimed excitedly beckoning for him to approach you “It's almost our turn!” 

Felix kept his hand on your shoulder as you introduced them “Seung, this is…”

“Felix” Seungmin didn’t look much friendly as he stared at the boy standing in front of him. 

“Hey Seungmin, what's up?” Felix on the other hand, was all smiles at him.

“You know each other already?” You were surprised, looking from one to another. 

“Yeah, Seungmin's our best intern” Felix grinned at him and he rolled his eyes. 

Then it clicked, Seungmin was an intern at DT9, a sub company from MGV, you remembered, but the word ‘our’ caught your attention. You turned to Felix, the question on the tip of your tongue, when you and the boys got called to greet the players.

While greeting them, the coach appeared, tapping Felix's back like he was meeting an old friend.

“This is Lee Felix, CEO of MGV” The coach playfully introduced him to a player.

“No, not CEO” He corrected the man, chuckling lightly. 

“Just a matter of time son” Another man tapped his shoulder.

You noticed Seungmin's eyes roll when he came by your side, after getting his autograph. 

“It's getting late, let’s go” He tugged at your sleeve, and you nodded.

“Hey, don't leave already, come dinner with us” Felix smiled at your group. 

“Oh Minnie, dinner with the players, let’s go” Your eyes sparked, shaking his arm.

Seungmin didn’t say a word the whole ride to the restaurant, which was weird, because he would always be happily commenting on his favorite moments of the play. At the restaurant, it seemed like he was talking to everyone but you.

And while being distracted by Felix that would occasionally rub your back and give sweet kisses on your cheek, you didn't notice the side annoyed glances of Seungmin towards you two.

— ♡ —

“Darling, you should have told me you’d come for the game. I could get you and your friends VIP entrances then” Felix held you by your waist, standing behind you and pulling you to him after you locked the door.

“That's so awkward, I can't believe I thought you were an intern” You truly were embarrassed for being so clueless.

Felix chuckled, pushing your hair to the side, he leaned down and started brushing his lips on your neck, making you shiver.

“You are used to eating at 5 star Michelin restaurants, and I invited you to go eat street food, oh my God” You whined and he chuckled more, finding your embarrassment very endearing.

“Hey, that dakkochi was delicious” Felix hands slid down and under your shirt, his fingers traced your warm skin, his lips still brushing on your neck, husky whispering. 

“You should have told me…” Your breath hitched when you murmured, feeling him give you small kitten licks now.

Felix turned you to face him and gave you a peck, murmuring against your lips “I'm sorry, darling” 

“You made me look like a fool…” You pouted and he kissed you again, giving your pout a little nibble.

“You didn't look like a fool, darling, it was cute” His fingers traced circles on your waist “Means you liked me, for me, and not for my money” 

“Of course it was for you” You sighed.

“And it's still me, darling. Nothing changed” He decided to shut down your worries, letting his hands slid down to your hips, gripping tighter and pulling you flush against him, earning a little moan from you.

One by one your clothes were being tossed around your bedroom's floor, Felix wasting no time to lay you down and pin you to the mattress, hovering over you. His eyes scammed over your figure one more time, before his lips attacked your neck again, his hands roaming up and down your sides, finding their way to your breasts, as if he was mapping you, learning the sensitive places he could coax more moans and shivers from you. 

His lips trailed kisses down to your collarbone, his thumbs teasing your nipples before he leaned down, circling one with his tongue, before starting sucking, closing his eyes and humming against your soft flesh. Your fingers entangled on his hair, gently tugging at the golden strands, moaning and arching your body against his.

His hard on twitched under his boxers, rubbing slightly against your thigh, instinctively. He kept teasing your other breast with his hand, while the free one slid down, fingertips grazing over your stomach, making you squirm from the tickles until it reached the damp on your panties, pressing his index finger there, rubbing up and down, your hips bucking up seeking for more. 

“Lix…” You whined, he sucked harder on your nipple one last time, before letting it go and going up to kiss you, fully palming you through the lace and hopping harder against your hand that had slid down and was feeling him up too. But that wasn't enough anymore. He reluctantly pulled back from you, to get rid of you both underwear and pick the condom.

You gripped him tight as he entered you, pushing in slowly, hissing, until he bottomed out. Felix kissed you, swallowing your moans as he started moving, slowly at first, angling his hips until he found that sweet spot that would make your sound higher. 

He picked up the pace quickly, his hand slid down your thigh, lifting it up to let him reach deeper inside you. The room was filled with the sound of your moans and his groans in your ear, so delicious after you'd dig your nails on his back. 

“Fuck, y/n!” He groaned, when your walls started fluttering around his cock, gripping him like a vice.

Felix angled his hips again, his hands on each side of your body, pressing more of his body against yours, giving it friction to your clit as he kept pounding hard against you. 

“Oh fuck, I'm gonna… I’m gonna…” You cried out, Felix noticed your shaky legs and his hand reached for your clit, finger sliding so easily, rubbing circles against it.

“Cum for me, darling. Let it go” His hoarse voice breathless whispered in your ear, his fingers working fast and his teeth then sinking on your neck, making you scream and fall apart under him, your walls fluttering walls making Felix cum too, sloppIly thrusting inside you a few more times, before he collapsed on top of you.

— ♡ —

Seungmin was caught by surprise when he left his house that morning, not expecting you to be the person rolling down the window of the passenger's seat of the fancy car parked in front of his house.

You honked, chuckling at his surprise expression, watching him walk to you.

“Hey puppy, want to go for a ride?” 

“I thought you couldn’t drive. Where's your bike?” 

“Oh, it's fixed, but still at my parents house. Felix thought it would be better if I drive instead of biking, it's been raining a lot lately” 

Seungmin scoffed. Felix, of course. 

“Isn't he cute?” Your hand ran through the system display “I think I'll call it PuppyM” 

“Don't” Seungmin scoffed again, but you didn't pay attention, admiring the details inside.

“Now… get in, we don’t want you to be late for uni” Your red nails patted the seat, there was a paper bag there too.

“No”

“Oh, come on!” You pouted.

Seungmin shook his head, he was opening his mouth to refuse again, when a thunder startled you both. You smirked at him and picked the little bag.

“Come on, puppy. Hurry up” You said cutely and Seungmin obliged after hearing another thunder, you clapped, happily and gently put the paper bag on his lap.

Seungmin's curious hands pulled each side of the paper, peeking inside and seeing the cinnamon roll delicately wrapped around a baking paper. 

“Thanks…” He smiled slightly, picking the sweet and taking a bite. It was delicious, freshly baked.

You smiled, happy he enjoyed the treat. Then, you turned the radio up and pushed the pedal. 

“Rock station?” Seungmin was surprised, he was expecting Britney and definitely not AC/DC. 

“Yeah, a little change's nice sometimes. Don't you agree?” 

Seungmin just hummed, chewing.

“...but we still can listen to Britney, if you'd like” You winked at him, teasingly.

“Oh God, no!” Seungmin’s reaction made you chuckle. 

“Felix will take me to this music festival, he said I should learn some songs…” You said after some time. He just hummed again, at least it was better than Britney.

“You should come with us” 

“No, thanks”

“Oh please. We aren’t teenagers anymore, it's not like you'll be third wheeling or anything” 

“You can also invite your friends too, maybe a girl you've got a crush on?” You side glanced at him, Seungmin was shaking his head again. 

“Please Minnie… I miss spending some time with you” 

“I don’t think you'd be able to spend time with me, if you’re with him” Seungmin looked away, the rain still heavy outside.

Before Felix, you had only two boyfriends. It didn’t last long and both ended for the same reason: complainings that you didn't care about them, only Seungmin - you wouldn't say this was fully accurate, although yes, maybe you did care a little more about Seungmin, yes you may had prioritized being with him over being with them in some occasions, but that was just you being a good friend and nothing more.

He needed you and you were there for him, just like he’d always be there for you too.

This time through, to avoid being pushed off the same cliff, you decided to act differently, focusing more on the blonde, listening to him, learning about his likes, being what he liked. 

You just didn't think you’d miss Seungmin so much. 

“Text me when you're done? I'll come pick you up, let’s spend the day together, like before” You smiled at him and he didn’t even try to refuse it, nodding slightly and smiling before he left the car, running to not get drenched on his way inside the university.

Seungmin definitely was missing you too. And much more than he would like to admit.

— ♡ —

“Live together?” Seungmin's eyes widened, letting the spoon slide from his fingers and clank against the porcelain plate with the lava cake you were sharing.

“Yeah?” You chuckled, finding his almost cartoon expression adorable. 

“Y/n, are you insane? You barely know him” 

“Minnie, he has been my boyfriend for almost 6 months now. He isn't a stranger” You took a bite of your lava cake before continuing “Plus, it's just for a while, until they fix the roof problem in my place. All this rain getting in, soon enough I’ll be swimming to go through the rooms” 

But Seungmin didn’t laugh at your silly comment, the word boyfriend annoying him. He knew Felix, that boy had a certain reputation, he learned after hearing whispers and cries through the halls.

It was all the same, fancy dates to places Seungmin couldn’t even pronounce, expensive gifts, a romantic getaway if you’re lucky enough… All straight out of a fairytale movie.

Until he would get bored and then go for his new plaything…

Two months, three maybe… but only if you’re lucky again. 

But now? 6 months, and then he got you a car - he had never gone this far before with any of them -, and he wants to bring you to live with him? 

Something wasn't right, he could sense it.

Starting with how you had been looking and acting differently lately, your jeans turned into skirts, sneakers into heels. Hell, even your hair was styled differently too, like you were a little doll being manipulated by Felix's hands. 

He ate another bite, looking back at you, smiling as you savored the cake, with your eyes closed, your eyes sparked so bright when he suggested you split one, it was funny, like you weren't getting any at those fancy dinners with your snob boyfriend.

“But damn, a penthouse? Doesn't he know you're afraid of heights?” Seungmin teased you, throwing a napkin ball at you.

“It's not… that bad” You shrugged and he laughed.

“You fell on your butt and almost threw up after going on the kids elevator” 

“There’s no way that thing was made for kids” You scoffed and Seungmin laughed even louder.

“Seriously… Stay with me” Seungmin suddenly put his hand on top of yours. 

Such a small and simple gesture, so casual, nothing “new”. He had touched your hand so many times before.

So why did your heart randomly jump like that? 

Seungmin gently squeezed your hand, another jump, but you didn't pull your hand back, letting his rest on top of yours.

“Oh Minnie, I appreciate it, but I can’t. I don’t want to bother you and the boys” 

“It's okay, puppy. The boys will be fine, they won’t be bothered by you” 

“And where am I supposed to sleep?” 

“In my room” He shrugged.

“Oh, and you don’t think Chan or Jeongin will be bothered by sharing their room with you?” 

“Ugh, who said am I going to their room? Chan has a girlfriend, that would be creepy and Jeongin snores, I’m staying in mine” He rolled his eyes, waving his hand at your absurd question.

“So we would sleep together?” You asked and Seungmin nodded.

“I don’t know why you seem so surprised, it's not like we never did it before” His words made your eyes widen.

“Yeah, but we were kids at slumber parties!”

“Bring those cute bunnies pajamas and we can pretend we are at one again” Seungmin smirked and you looked at him with surprise, remembering the pajamas you used to wear, your favorite, a cute baby blue pair with white bunnies all over. 

You didn't think he would still remember it. Apparently he noticed something too, because his cheeks suddenly turned into a rosy shade.

“You remember it” You said softly, a little smile appearing on your lips.

“Of course I do, you wore it all the time like you were a cartoon character” He said nonchalantly.

“If I remember correctly, it wasn't me who wore a superman fantasy and made everyone call me Clark Kent for a whole month when I was a child” Your remark made Seungmin’s face become as red as a tomato and you chuckled. 

“Alright, alright. You got me there” He shook his head, embarrassed by the memories you unlocked. He looked so cute, flustering like that.

“Anyway, I don’t think Felix would be okay with it” You pondered.

“Who said he gotta know?” Seungmin teased and then he saw you shake your head in disbelief.

“Oh, come on puppy, didn't he hide the fact that he's the son of MGV's CEO from you?” He continued “Who knows what else he could be hiding too” 

“What do you mean?” You looked at him with concern. 

Great, the seed of doubt was planted. Seungmin struggled to hold back his smirk, he leaned back against his seat. He knew it, if he told you the truth right away, chances were high you wouldn't believe him, plus, even Seungmin was confused by Felix’s feelings for you, so he needed more time.

“Relax, puppy. I'm just teasing you” He offered you a smile “Think about my offer and answer me later, okay?” His gaze drifted away to the games machine area.

“Now come on, let’s see if you’re still bad at Donkey Kong” Seungmin stood up, holding his hand out for you.

Much to Seungmin’s disappointment, your skills upgraded and you won the game, so he was forced to buy you cotton candy and take pictures with you in the photo booth. 

“Stop frowning, it will look like you weren’t happy to be here with me” You chuckled putting a dog’s ears tiara on Seungmin, he tried to dodge you, but it was useless and then you were matching. “Cute puppy!” 

Seungmin groaned and you giggled “A puppy indeed” You teased him and he rolled his eyes, trying to act nonchalant, but turned with you to face the camera and laughed when you poked his side, just in time for the picture to be snapped. 

“This is silly” He scoffed, looking at you two on the screen, there was different colorful lights creating geometric patterns around you.

“No it’s not, it’s cute” You clicked a few buttons and suddenly the lights turned into pink hearts, the lights inside the booth got dim and you chewed your lower lip, murmuring a little opss, trying to fix it. 

“Wrong button, sorry” Being distracted by the buttons, you didn’t notice the picture that got clicked of Seungmin staring at you. Hearts could be noticed and wasn’t just from the effects.

“Here, that’s better” You finally got the right effect on, there were blue stars floating around now. You smiled sheepishly and he nodded.  

Neither of you wanted that day to end, so you stayed there until it was time to close. Luckily Felix was away on one of his work trips, which meant your phone didn’t buzz once the whole time.

After you drove him back home, you rolled the windows down, shouting for him when he was almost reaching the door.

“Minnie, thanks for today!” 

“Anytime!” He replied with a smile, waving at you.

— ♡ —

Your grip on Felix's arm got tighter as you watched the buttons lightning up one by one, indicating you were going up. You tugged on the collar of your top and Felix looked at you, smirking, he noticed you were bothered, but opted to not say anything, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on the top of your head instead. 

He took your hand on his and guided you into his apartment, which was located in the penthouse of the building. 

Curious eyes scanned everywhere, beautiful paintings of nature hanging on the white walls, some pretty vases, marble everywhere. Your eyes sparked when you saw the TV - so big it felt like you were in a cinema -, then your gaze went to the huge dark blue couch in the middle of the living room and behind it the glass windows from ceiling to floor that took your breath away…

Quite literally…

“So, what do you think?” Felix’s voice behind you made you jolt in startled, you nodded slightly in approval.

“It's… really pretty” You murmured, still gazing outside. Felix hummed and stood by your side, throwing an arm over your shoulder, he smiled.

“C'mon, I wanna show you the view” He guided you to the balcony door. Your feet dragged on the marble floor following him closely. 

“Darling, you're shivering” Felix squeezed your arm gently and you leaned more against him. He noticed you were avoiding looking at the railing, fully made of glass, it had the perfect view of the hills and the dark green trees so full and beautiful under the night sky. 

“Oh darling, you're afraid” He gently pushed you to sit on the lounge chair and sat by your side. It wasn't a question, but you nodded anyway, feeling embarrassed and Felix caressed your cheek with his fingertips, smiling at you.

“Shh, that’s okay” He kept caressing your face, until he felt you relax a bit and lean on your back. His hand slid down your jaw, feather-like fingers tracing your neck and your collarbone until it reached your cleavage, letting his palm rest there, feeling your heartbeat. 

Felix's lips turned up when he felt how fast it was beating, he couldn’t tell if it was because of the height or the little squeeze he gave on your boob, he gave another squeeze, a little harder and smirked, seeing the way you looked at him, he concluded that maybe it was a little bit of both.

“I've got something for you from my trip, can you stay here while I go get it?” He asked softly, still squeezing and caressing, you nodded.

“Good. I'll be right back” He leaned in and gave you a quick peck before standing up and walking back inside. Still sitting, you looked up, shivering as you admired the stars in the sky.

You felt relief when he came back, holding a creamy box in his hands, your heart skipped a beat when you saw the LV's imprinted on the red silk on top. Felix placed the box on your hands and smiled watching you excitedly unwrap. 

“Lixie… it's so pretty” You raised the silk scarf, admiring the delicate red fabric on your hands. 

“I'm glad you liked it” He smiled.

“Liked? I love it” You kept touching it, relishing the softness sliding in your palms, you couldn’t help but hold it against your face, smiling and nuzzling on it like a cat. Felix’s eyes sparked as he watched, an idea crossing his mind.

He leaned forward, kissing you, he could tell you were still tense. He pulled back just slightly, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered.

“Darling, can I try something?” He picked the scarf from your hand.

“What?” You still had your eyes closed when you asked, whispering back. A shiver ran down your body and this time it wasn't from your fear of height.

He gave you another kiss, before whispering again.

“Do you trust me?” You looked at him, staring into his gorgeous chocolate eyes for a moment before nodding, he smirked and you shivered again. 

“Good” Felix started folding the scarf in his hands “If you change your mind, just tell me and we stop right away, okay?”

You nodded and he smiled, motioning a circle with his finger.

“Turn around” His voice was low and you obliged right away. Felix smirked and moved closer to you.

“Close your eyes” His breath sent shivers through your body, when he whispered in your ear.

He gave a kiss on that spot under your ear before pulling away from you, and then you felt the scarf being put in front of your eyes, Felix gently tying it behind your hair.

“Is it too tight?” He whispered in your ear again and you shook your head, shivering once more.

“Good” Another kiss, this time a little lower. 

The quote out of sight, out of mind wasn't completely accurate, you realized, still feeling very aware of where you were, the night breeze felt more intense, giving you goosebumps and when Felix got up and walked away without any warning, you felt compelled to pull the scarf off. 

But surprisingly, you didn't. There was something… alluring about it, fear and excitement entangling together, time passing differently for you, intently trying to hear anything that would give away what he was up to.

“No peeking!” You heard his soft footsteps first, and then his chuckle, when your hands were just about to push the fabric up. They fell on your lap right away.

“Good girl” Felix smirked, and the comment made you clench.

You felt the subtle shift when he sat down beside you, his breathing against your skin and then his soft plump lips against yours. The kiss started slowly, licking on your bottom lip before sucking on it, you hummed, giving space for his tongue to dive in and tangle on yours.

His lips tasted sweet like strawberry, and when he pulled away, bringing something cold and soft to rub slightly against your lips, you noticed that's what he was up to when he was gone.

“Open your mouth, darling” He whispered, the juice of the fruit smearing over your now parted lips. Felix felt his cock twitch when he pushed the red fruit in your mouth, watching intently as you hummed, chewing. 

He kissed you again, this time licking down to your chin, where some strawberry juice slid. His tongue trailed down to your neck and he fed you another one and while he sucked on a mark on your sensitive skin, his hand roamed down, fingertips tracing your collarbones and down to your breasts, teasing your nipple through the fabric of your top.

You moaned quietly, leaning against his hand and he smirked against the lilac shape appearing where he sucked, latching his lips a little under, tongue working on another hickey and hand squeezing your breast, followed by his other hand, who grabbed the other. Felix’s hands slid until they reach the hem of your top, slowly pulling the fabric up until it was off and tossed on the floor, he licked his lips, picking another strawberry and biting half of it, using the other to caress you, starting by your lips, he twitched again, his cock starting to feel uncomfortably restrained inside his pants, his eyes trained on the thin trail of juice the fruit was leaving on your skin. 

“Lixie…” You sighed, hand reaching out and finding his hair, your fingers entangled into the strands, slightly tugging as he licked his way down the glistening trail until his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and biting, coaxing more moans from you. Your thighs squeezed against together, he noticed, placing his hand on one and squeezing the flesh. 

He rubbed the strawberry on your other nipple, and when he left the one he was sucking with a pop, you thought he would suck on that, but instead he blew on the sensitive bud he had his mouth just now and resumed lapping on it. Your little moans and shivers were music to him, he finally moved to the other one, he was taking his time, sucking and licking, letting his hand roam over your thigh, reaching the lace of your panties, he let his fingers slide inside, touching you briefly and making your back arch, your shivers weren’t because of your fear of heights anymore.

“Lixie!” You whined when he withdrew his hand and he chuckled. 

He sat up straight, eyes trained in your figure, taking in every detail. He got rid of his own shirt and it landed beside yours on the floor, hovering over you, his hands on your shoulders pushing you.

“Lay down for me” His voice sounded deeper, and you sighed when your back hit the chair, he kissed you again, hands going to your skirt.

“You look so pretty like this” He murmured against your skin, the skirt was gone, pink lace damped and full on display for his hungry eyes. 

He reached out, grabbing another strawberry, and with his other hand, he pulled the lace to the side, the glistening of your arousal made him smirk. 

You gasped, Felix was dragging the fruit on your folds, pressing it in between gently, coating the fruit, your hands went to the scarf, ready to pull it off, but he noticed it, of course he did.

“Don't!” He groaned and you whined.

“Y/n” His tone was firm and you obeyed, letting your hands fall to your sides.

“Good girl, now just feel it as I take care of you” He smirked, blowing air against your wet pussy, making you squirm.

He bit down the coated strawberry, humming as he savored, you waited to feel his lips down on you, but he went back up.

“Open your mouth” He fed you the other bite and while you chewed, he stood up and got rid of his clothes, he looked down at his hard cock slapping against his lower abs, the pink tip glistening with precum.

“Again” He said, approaching you and entangling his fingers on your hair “Tongue out” 

You shivered in expectation, and he tapped the tip against your tongue, you moaned, starting to lick it before wrapping your lips around it. Felix's grip on your hair got tighter and he pulled your head, making you take more of him.

He moaned, you looked so pretty, so delicate and submissive to him, it was very endearing, he thought, pushing more inside the warmth of your mouth, until your nose was almost touching his hip bone.  

“Damn, you look so pretty like this…” He said under his breath, using all his self control to not pick up speed and face fuck you right there, his moves were slow, but still enough to make you gag when his tip would hit the back of your throat. 

You whined when he withdrew his cock and Felix chuckled “Very greedy, uh” He leaned down, giving you a kiss, before whispering “I'll give you more later, now it's my turn”

Felix lowered down on his knees and spread your legs with his hands on your thighs, exposing your glistening, he licked his lips before diving right in, wasting no time, he started lapping on your pussy, his fingers parting your folds and lips latching on your clit, sucking hard on the bundle of nerves, making you squirm and try to close your thighs that he quickly held down, keeping you open.

“Lixie…” Your little whimpers were like music to him, and Felix knew what you wanted. He grabbed your wrists and put both your hands on his hair, your tug was instantly just like his moan.

His tongue kept flicking over your clit and teasing your entrance. You felt his fingers against your lips, pushing in, until they were being licked all over, he twitched again, using his free hand to stroke his cock a few times, while he withdrew his fingers and pushed them inside you, one and then a second, pumping in and out fast, he had to let go of his length to hold you still.

He suddenly stopped his hand and you groaned in protest.

“Shh, I've got you, darling” He soothed you, giving you a kiss before he stood up.

Felix quickly picked the condom, rolling it down before laying by your side and adjusting you. One of his arms slid under your body and his other hand lifted your leg. 

He positioned himself against your entrance and pushed in, both of you moaning when he started moving.

“Fuck, you're so tight” He groaned in your ear, his hand gripping on your hip, guiding you against him. 

His tongue darted out, licking and nibbling on your neck, while his thrusts started picking up pace, your moans getting louder and your nails digged on his arm, he hissed against your skin.

Felix was going fast, he slid his hand down your thigh, groping the flesh so hard, you knew there would be a mark later. His hand came up to your waist, then to your breast, groping it too, while your walls kept clenching around him.

He kept thrusting hard into you while his hand explored your body, until it suddenly reached the tie he made on the scarf and he pulled it off. You gasped when you felt the fabric loosening up and sliding off, blinking a few times.

“Li… Lixie…” Your voice was shaky and your hand grabbed on his arm. Felix leaned down, whispering in your ear.

“Ride me…” His words made you clench hard around him “I wanna see your face when you come undone on my cock”

When you realized, Felix was already laying down on the chair and positioning you on top of him. You gazed away for a moment and he noticed the way you trembled and not because of him.

He grabbed your chin, gently but firmly making you look at him.

“Focus on me, darling” You nodded slightly, looking at him.

“Good girl” Felix smirked, bringing his hands to your hips and pulling you down on him, making you gasp and almost collapse into him.

He chuckled, holding you tight and guiding your moves, your hands came to rest on his chest and your gaze kept locked on him and his dark eyes admiring you and your body bouncing on top of him.

Being real, it didn’t take long for you to forget about your surroundings, focusing solely on him and the pleasure you were feeling.

“Yeah, keep going. Just like that… fuck” You kept on bouncing on him, and his gaze traveled down to where your bodies connected, he bit his lower lip, his hips bucking up.

“You feel so good, y/n” He noticed your body clenching more, and how desperate you started grinding on him, you were close.

His hands gripped tight into your hips, helping you as he watched you reach your high, crying out his name. Felix kept bouncing your still shaking body on top of him, his own release coming too, and he held you against him, when your spent body collapsed on him.

“You're amazing, y/n” He murmured against your hair, kissing the top of your head. 

A little later, already cleaned up, dressed and just for your luck, away from the balcony, Felix was feeding you more strawberries. 

“It wasn't that bad, uh?” He teased you, caressing your hair.

“A little” You grimaced and Felix laughed, ticklishing your side.

“A little, uh? Guess I'll need to take you on the balcony again then”

“Hmm… I wouldn’t complain” You shook your head, giggling.

“Good to know” He grinned, pulling you to him and capturing your lips.

— ♡ —

Seungmin frowned while checking the data for the finances report he was working on. The counts weren’t adding up, he kept clicking and looking for the missing info when the phone rang.

“Hello?” 

“Hey Seungmin!” He was surprised when he heard the deep voice on the other side.

“Felix?” 

“Come to my office, I've gotta talk to you” 

“I can't now, I'm very busy with…” 

“Perfect. See you in 10 minutes” 

Seungmin groaned, not only Felix interrupted him and hung up, he obviously didn't hear a word the younger said.

It was so annoying, Felix probably was screwing up reports again. He did it a lot, but nobody ever dared to say a thing because of his status, so Felix would delete important stuff and people would be forced to work all over again to fix his messes and not earn a single extra penny for it. Damn, that nepo baby.

Two knocks and Seungmin walked in, Felix was sitting on his chair, chuckling, staring at the woman leaning against his desk in front of him. She looked over her shoulder, smirking when she saw him.

“Isabella, this is the boy I was talking about. Seungmin, meet Isabella, our new intern” Felix smiled, introducing the two.

Seungmin smiled, greeting her. She was pretty, he thought, holding back a laugh, if you were here, you'd say she was all fake like a Bratz Doll.

“Ciao, Seungmin” The blonde said in a soft, almost flirting tone. 

“She just came from Italy, and will spend the semester with us” Felix grinned and then turned to her “Could you excuse us? I need to talk with Seungmin now”

“Sure” She stood up and when she was about to leave, Felix called her again.

“Wait just a bit, he will be yours soon” His words made the girl smile. They watched her leave and then, Seungmin gazed at Felix, beckoning at the door with a curious expression.

“What was that?” 

“You'll be working together on the company's new project. You’ll be the leader” 

“The leader?” Seungmin's eyes widened in surprise. He worked on many projects before, but being in this role would be a first.

“Yeah, and that's not even the best part” Felix grinned, leaning forward “Tomorrow, you'll be starting your new position too” 

Seungmin smiled, he even forgot his dislike for the blonde in that moment, accepting Felix’s hug when the older stood up and went to congratulate him. 

Isabella was chatting with Felix’s assistant when Seungmin left the boy's office. She approached him, smiling.

— ♡ —

Seungmin had been busy. 

You knew about it, his new role and the project he was leading… the only thing you didn't was about a certain blonde who seemed to be out and about with him all the time lately. 

“Hi Seungmin, or should I say ciao ragazzo?” Sam-dal teased the boy when he stopped in front of the counter.

You side glanced both, stopping adding the cream on top of the cupcakes. 

“Ciao? What do you mean?” You asked Sam-dal, but your gaze was on him, your eyebrows narrowing.

“Jae-won told me our beloved puppy and his mate went to his restaurant…” Sam-dal giggled, spilling the tea. Seungmin's cheeks turned rosy and he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding looking at you.

“That's why you couldn’t go out with me…” Your murmur was barely audible, gripping on the cream bag in your hand.

“It's not like that, we aren’t… dating” Seungmin said sheepishly. He wasn't dating her, that was true, but yeah she stole a kiss, okay maybe more than just one.

Okay maybe he gave her some kisses too, during their late nights work in the office. 

But at the end of the day? 

It meant nothing to him, as he would still look at the picture of the two of you, inside that photobooth cabin during your arcade date. Your smile was so warm and bright, so different from the way you looked when you posed with Felix, but it wasn't like that mattered, anyway, because you made your choice and there was not much left for Seungmin than to make his own too. 

“Are you sure? He said you two seemed very cozy with each other” Sam-dal teased “Hmm, maybe she could teach us some words, I always wanted to learn italian. It would be so fun, don’t you think, y/n?” Sam-dal turned to you, two seconds after your tight grip on the cream bag became too strong to the delicate plastic, that ripped the end and ruined the cupcake you were working on and got the counter dirty.

“Y/n!” Sam-dal grabbed the closest cloth and helped you clean the mess you made. 

“Oh shit…” You murmured under your breath, looking at the ruined treat “I told Tae-hee the quality of this was awful” 

Seungmin watched it all in silence, a little smirk tugging in the corner of his mouth. After all this time going there and watching you work, he never witnessed such a thing, how ironic it was that it happened now? 

Whatever happened to Seungmin's love life was none of your business.

That was the mantra you kept repeating ever since you saw him making out with a random girl at a party. Time passed and more random's passed on his hands too, but luckily, none of them stayed.

That italian probably wasn't any better than the others. All those bitches, it was insane to you how he couldn’t find a nice girl.

You were too distracted cleaning your mess to notice Sam-dal's look. Oh, she would tease you to no end when he would leave the café. 

But it didn't matter either, you should stop thinking about it. It’s none of your business, and focus on your hot and blonde boyfriend, who texted you earlier saying he was missing you while being busy on his business trip to Australia.

Yeah, Felix was in Australia, but he wasn't exactly busy with work.

He was on another blind date his father arranged for him, taking the opportunity since he would indeed visit the australian company.

It was time to get married, settle down and start a family, his father told him. He was about to assume a big role, people would see him as a reference, someone they could trust with the future of the company. 

Felix wasn't keen with that idea, he didn’t want the party to end, but his father made his wish clear. Then, there was you, so delicate and sweet, interested in his heart before his wallet, he loved how you only got startled by his beauty, by him and not by how many digits he had on his bank account.

But you weren’t ready, like a diamond, you had to be polished, starting with your clothes, then your hair and makeup, and soon your demeanor. He would make sure you'd be the perfect future Mrs Lee, and maybe, he would settle down or he would need to learn new ways to be sneaky. 

His date was cute, he thought. He wouldn’t marry her, but it wouldn’t stop him from letting her have a little taste of what it would be like, if she was down.

— ♡ —

Saturday night, you were finishing the little braids on your hair when Felix came out of your bathroom. You smiled at his figure reflecting in the mirror, he looked so pretty, in an all black outfit, leather pants matching the leather jacket and his neck adorned with silver necklaces. 

“Want to style my hair?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

“Of course I do!” You jumped out of your seat, gently pushing him to take your place, making him chuckle. 

Felix grinned, closing his eyes and purring while you separated sections of his hair, gently brushing before making tiny braids on the front, matching yours. You stared at him through the mirror, fighting the urge to tug on his hair and pound on him right there.

You couldn’t attack him now, but it didn't prevent you from tugging his hair when you held it in a ponytail, tilting his head back and surprising him with a kiss that he quickly reciprocated. 

You pulled away and giggled when you saw his lips all smeared with your lipstick.

“In the y/nnie's salon you got the full package, hair and makeup”

“I'm afraid red isn't my color, tho” He said after checking himself.

“Yeah, I don’t think so” You cleared the lipstick off him with your thumb and he chuckled.

You put his hair on a ponytail, leaving some loose strands falling on each side of his face. 

“Can I put eyeliner on you?” You asked when you sat on his lap.

“Is it gonna hurt?” He glanced at you suspiciously.

“No if you stay quiet” You grabbed the eyeliner, waving for him to look up and he obliged, letting you do your thing.

“Alright, that's it” You put the eyeliner down and your heart skipped a beat when you stared at him “Perfect!” 

He smirked, gently pushing you off from his lap. His eyes raked down your figure, you looked good, wearing an AC/DC t-shirt tied at the hem, a black short skirt and black boots. Felix helped you with your necklaces and you were ready to go. 

Seungmin and some of your friends were already there when you arrived, the place was bigger than you imagined, but you managed to get a nice and not too crowded spot to enjoy the bands. Felix made you a playlist for you to learn the songs, and was proud when he saw you dancing and singing along to the majority of them.

Best part for you? Italian wasn't there. You didn't know why, neither did you care to be honest, all that mattered was that you weren’t being forced to deal with her that night. 

And luckily, Seungmin didn’t seem bothered by it either, he was dancing and jumping too, not as energetic as Felix, could anyone be as electric as him? You didn't think so.

But you could tell he was having fun, and it felt good, like the days you used to spend together. 

As the night went on, your head was getting light from the drinks you've been having and your feet were killing you. Wanting to look pretty clearly had its cons. 

“I think I'm going back to the car” You tugged at Felix’s jacket, speaking in his ear.

“Are you alright?” He glanced at you.

“Yeah, it’s just my feet. I just need to sit down a little” 

Felix nodded, grabbing his car's key and handing it to you. Seungmin noticed when you turned and started walking away.

He looked at Felix, enjoying the show, and he rolled his eyes. He wouldn’t leave you drunk and alone here, Seungmin turned on his heels, following you.

And good thing he did!

“Wow, are you alone, baby?” A drunk boy stopped you, his gaze disgustingly roaming down your body.

“I…” You barely opened your mouth to reply, when you felt an arm being thrown over your shoulder, pulling you protectively to his side. 

“Get lost, she's not interested!” He groaned to the drunk boy, who shivered slightly, bowing down and repeating ‘I'm sorry, dude’ as he walked away.

“Minnie…” You smiled weakly, looking at him, still protected by his embrace. He was still frowning, not bothering to look at you, he slid his hand and grabbed yours, guiding you to the parking lot.

It was starting to rain, so you two ran and slid on the backseat. You threw your legs over his and Seungmin groaned, pushing them off. 

“Puppy, please. It’s hurting” You pouted, placing them over him again. 

“Fine, but don’t get used to it” He rolled his eyes, resting his own hand on your boot, his eyes trained on it.

“Why did you wear heels for such an event?” 

“Pretty hurts” You shrugged, looking at your pretty but hurtful heels.

“Puff, silly puppy…” He smacked your leg, making you jolt not from the force - it wasn't hard - but from surprise “You're already pretty without all this” 

It was a barely audible murmur, while he turned to the other side, peeking at the droplets hitting against the window. The rain was getting heavy, he noticed.

You weren’t meant to hear that, but you did. And then you pulled your legs off him, kneeling the seat and scooting closer to him, so close his eyes widened when he turned back to you.

“You think I'm pretty?” You purred, and his breath hitched.

“I… I…” He tried to speak, Seungmin wasn't the type to be speechless, and definitely you weren’t the type to do what you were about to do.

You wanted to blame the alcohol, you wished you had an excuse, any excuse. 

But you didn't. There were no excuses, just an urge that was getting too hard to ignore, burning deep inside you.

It happened too fast, your fingers tugged on his t-shirt - a black, Aerosmith one - crumpling up the fabric between your tight grip and your lips crashed against his, accidentally with more force than what you intended, but Seungmin didn’t mind, cradling your face and angling your head, to kiss you better.

There was thunder, announcing the beginning of a storm outside just like what was happening inside, as you and Seungmin devoured each other. The kiss was messy, urgent, as your tongues entangled with each other, teeth occasionally clashing but none of you cared, nothing mattered.

Nothing mattered, but him.

Seungmin put you on his lap in a swift move, his lips never leaving yours, you were starting to feel dizzy and breathless, but you didn't want to stop, so you whined, when he broke the kiss, whispering against your lips.

“Are you drunk?” He was observing you, he knew the answer, but he just needed to make sure.

“Mhmm” You hummed, shaking your head slightly and then leaning in and biting on his lower lip, coaxing a groan from him when you pulled it before you started kissing him again.

Seungmin’s hands slid from your waist to the tie you made on your shirt, he pulled it off and shoved his hand under, feeling the heat from your skin and how you shivered when his fingers brushed over your stomach.

He broke the kiss again and his lips went straight to your neck, leaving open mouth kisses, he thought about how you’d look with a mark of his and it made his hardening cock twitch.

His hand went to your hair, entangling his fingers on the strands, he firmly tugged your head back, wetting his lips at the sight of your neck, he couldn’t resist sinking his teeth on the flesh, making you yelp. 

The mix of pain and pleasure drove you wild, Seungmin's tongue ran up the column of your neck, soothing his bite. His hand under your shirt went up to your breast, he pulled down your lace bra and cupped your breast, squeezing it and playing with your sensitive nipple between his fingers. 

You rolled your hips against his, moaning when you felt how hard he was and his hand left your hair to go grope on your butt, forcing you against him even more. He cursed under his breath, letting his head fall back, your eyes widened at the sight and now it was your turn, leaving a trail of licks and nibbles on his neck, while your hands roamed down to touch him under his shirt too.

Seungmin kissed you again, guiding your hips as you humped on him, you moaned against his lips, his hands firmly roamed over your body and he was just about to find out how ruined your panties were... 

When suddenly the door behind you opened.

Being so lost in the moment and into each other, neither of you noticed it at first, just when he spoke.

“Oh, look what I've got here” 

“Fe… Felix!” You gasped, pulling away from Seugmin, who scowled when he saw the blonde. Of course he had to appear and ruin the moment.

“Why did you stop, darling? You were looking so cute, desperate humping on him” Felix teased, smirking and you felt your cheeks burning.

“Shhh” Felix waved you off when you were about to start explaining. Hell, how could you even begin to explain this?

You glanced at Seungmin, why wasn't he saying anything? It looked almost like he liked being caught. 

And apparently he did, because when you tried to move and get off from his lap, his fingers digged on your hips, holding you in place.

Felix chuckled, seeing your desperate stare.

“It's okay, y/n. Really, I'm not mad, hell…” Felix chuckled again, shaking his head “I'm not even surprised, to be honest. How long has it been going on?”

“It never happened, I swear, I…” You released yourself off from Seungmin and kneeled to Felix, stopping in front of him, he held you by your shoulders, smirking at you.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” His thumb brushed against your smeared red lips, his gaze quickly flew to Seungmin's red lips too, before coming back to you and whispering in a condescending tone  “Wanting us both” 

You were shivering, being this close to him, you noticed his gaze, his eyes were darkening, but not from anger and yes for desire. For some reason it made you shiver more.

Felix wasn't dumb, he noticed the looks, ever since the baseball game. Not only that, but you talked in your sleep, too, and medley in your incoherent rambles was Seungmin's name.

He held your chin, tilting your head slightly back and kissed you, slowly, letting his tongue taste your lipstick. You instinctively kissed him back, for that very brief moment forgetting what just happened.

“Now, go on” He whispered, commanding when he broke the kiss, turning you to face Seungmin “Don't let the prince waiting” 

You didn't move, unsure if your boyfriend was being sarcastic or not, you looked at him over your shoulder.

“But Lixie…” Your voice was weak, suddenly you felt Seungmin's hands on both sides of your face, making you look back at him.

“You heard him, don’t make me wait!” He hissed, pulling you for a kiss. You heard Felix whistle. 

“Wow, look at that kiss!” Felix was excited while he watched you both, he bit his lower lip, feeling aroused watching the way Seungmin gripped on your hair, devouring your lips.

“C'mon darling, show him what that slutty mouth can do” 

Desire fogged your mind and your shaking fingers worked on unbutton Seungmin's pants, your eyes sparkled when you pulled the fabric down to his knees and saw his cock hard and waiting for you, restrained by his boxers. You licked your lips, letting your fingers trace the contour, Seungmin sighed heavily.

You pulled his boxers down, freeing his hard length, you licked the precum from the glistening tip, letting your tongue swirling around it, Seungmin's fingers tangled on your hair, holding it in a makeshift ponytail, he pulled your head slightly, to look at him.

“No teasing” He said through gritted teeth and you nodded, tongue darting out and giving him a big lick before wrapping your lips around it, he groaned, watching you bob your head up and down, each time swallowing more of him.

Felix watched it all intently, his own hand quickly unbuttoned his pants and he shoved his hand inside his boxers, but that wasn't enough, his moves were restricted, he pulled it down, stroking his cock in the same rhythm you moved your head. 

Seungmin guided your head, his tip hitting on your throat, you pulled back up a little, one of your hands massaged his balls and the other stroked him while you kept on sucking the tip.

You suddenly stopped when you felt your skirt coming up, your ruined black lace thongs full on display and Felix palm deliberately touching it, making you moan against Seungmin's cock.

“What? You didn't think I was just going to watch, did you?” Felix chuckled, pressing his finger against the fabric, coaxing another moan from you.

You struggled to keep on sucking on Seungmin's cock while Felix pushed the fabric aside and let his fingers work his magic on your bundle of nerves, before he slid two inside you. 

Noticing your struggles, Seungmin started guiding you again, not harshly, just firm enough, he threw his head back when you choked on it, groaning. 

“That's my good girl!” Felix praised you, resting a knee on the seat, so he could align his cock at your entrance, easily sliding in. 

It took a few tentative thrusts until you found the perfect rhythm, you kept your hand on Seungmin's base, preventing choking on him every time Felix pushed into you, his moves were slow, but deep.

You moaned around Seungmin's cock and he gripped your hair tighter, your hips slapping repeatedly against Felix's, his hand holding up your skirt and your hip, he licked his lips, watching your pussy suck him in every time he thrusted forward. 

Your hand fondled on Seungmin's balls while your tongue kept swirling around the head, sliding all the way down again, licking long strips before putting it back into your mouth. He threw his head back, inhaling sharply. 

“Look at you, such a good slut… pleasuring us both” Felix's tone was low and his thrusts getting harder, you clenched around him, moaning again.

“You like that, don’t you?” He slapped your butt and you groaned “...having the two of us at your feet…” A hard thrust that jolted you forward, making you choke “...stuffing you full” 

Car sex was fun just as a concept, you realized, it was hard to move on the cramped place, Felix angled his hips, reaching for that spot inside you, making you moan louder.

The sounds of the three of you echoed through the small space, your body would be sore in the morning, but right now you didn't care. All you cared about was Seungmin's grip getting tighter, indicating he was about to cum and Felix's fingers digging on your hips, your walls clenching around him, your own high approaching too.  

“Fuck… I'm gonna cum” You cried out, your nail digging on Seungmin's thigh. Felix's hand reached down to your clit, rubbing circles on it.

You felt dazy, everything was happening like a blur. It was insane.

You thought you must be dreaming.

— ♡ —

Your eyes fluttered open and you sat up, panting. Your body was sweaty and shaky and your gaze roamed around, taking in your surroundings, you realized you were in your room, by your side your phone was buzzing nonstop. 

You groaned, picking the device and checking the messages and notifications.

New notification: Musical Festival 🎸 today!

Sam-dal: *sent an image* omg this is us 😂

Blondie: I'll be a little late, but I'm coming to pick you up 😘

Seungmin: Why are you asking? Are you jealous? 😏

Seungmin: No, she’s not going 😬

You sighed, relieved, feeling your heart beating fast under your palm. It was just a crazy dream.

After sending the replies, you swung your legs off the bed and ran to the bathroom, your little nap made you late and now you needed to hurry to shower and get ready on time. You picked the same outfit from your dream, only difference was your shoes, in a last minute change, you switched the painful heels for your red All Star. 

Felix looked pretty similar to your dream too, but the difference about him wasn't so subtle: sitting by his side in the car when he came to pick you up was a girl smiling at you.

You hadn't met his family yet, but you knew he had sisters and from a picture on his insta, this girl clearly wasn't one of them. 

“Hi, I'm Si-an!” She greeted you, getting off the passenger seat. You smiled at her and introduced yourself too, trying to be polite.

Maybe she was a cousin.

Felix looked at you smiling and tapped on your thigh when you took the passenger seat. 

“You're looking beautiful, darling” He noticed the curiosity in your gaze and chuckled “Si-an's the daughter of a coordinator of the company, she came to visit” 

“I'm from Sidney” Si-an said to you.

“Oh, I'd love to visit there” 

“We can go when your classes are over, darling” 

“You're gonna love it there” Si-an added and you hummed, checking on your phone. 

Luckily the drive to the festival wasn't too long, you were feeling a little off in the car, and couldn’t put a finger on what it was. You felt relieved when you saw Seungmin by the gates, waiting for you and the others. 

It felt weird to be around Seungmin after dreaming of fucking him, you'd steal glances of the brunette, feeling butterflies everytime he would smile or simply sing along, so pretty… and then you'd feel bad… 

Felix, your boyfriend, was right by your other side, looking so cute jumping and singing and looking so different from his usual self, you could tell he was having fun, and it was great to see him loose up. But the feeling something was wrong, was still lingering inside you. 

— ♡ — 

You were hypnotized, staring at that singer, your eyes glued on stage not even blinking, because you didn't wanna miss a thing, he was laying down on his back and everytime he would buck his hips up, moaning and humping the air, all the girls - and some guys too - would scream. 

You didn't even notice Felix and Seungmin's scowls and annoyed murmurs about him. And you whined when Felix covered your eyes, quickly pulling his hand down and making Si-an laugh when you ran from him, going to stay closer to the stage, she followed you, staying by your side and in that moment, trapped by the singer's charms, you forgot about everything and you giggled with her, both drooling over the hot vocalist.

He got up and your heart almost stopped when he kneeled down in front of you, picking something from his back pocket, you watched him intently. He was even more hot up close, with his shaggy black hair and pretty plump lips that held the handle of the lollipop. 

You held back a scream when he leaned forward, indicating for you to pick the lollipop with your mouth. And much for your boys' distress, you did exactly this. 

“Y/n, enough!” Felix pulled you by your waist, dragging you back again. 

“But Lixie, what about my celebrity free pass?” 

“It's only available for Shawn Mendes” 

“But he's on the USA”

“Exactly!” He scoffed, glad when he saw that the band's performance was ending. 

“That's not fun” You pouted, turning back to the stage direction and Felix made sure to hold by your waist, so you wouldn't try to escape again. 

“Y/n? Let’s go to the restroom?” Si-an touched your arm.

“Oh, sure” You held her hand and you both walked through the people, looking for the right door.

After you both left the stalls, you watched Si-an fix her makeup, and she turned to you with a smile.

“I like your style” You commented, admiring how she turned an extra large Guns N’ Roses t-shirt into a makeshift dress. 

“Oh, thank you. I like yours too” Si-an smiled, putting her lipstick back on her purse.

“So, I noticed you ignored that cutie who tried to flirt with you, do you have a boyfriend?” You asked casually, fixing your hair.

“Kind of… We aren’t official yet, but I think we are making some progress” 

“Hmm, that’s nice” 

“Yeah, he's very busy with his work, but it’s okay, he always take time to take me out and make me feel special” 

You hummed “Just like me and Felix. He's very busy too, I was afraid it wouldn’t work out, but we've been together for quite some time now” 

“Oh, I know” You looked at her with curiosity and then Si-an sheepishly smiled.

“He told me, while we were driving to your house”

“Oh… alright” You nodded, opening the door. You held your hand out for her to take it and you two made your way back to your friends.

— ♡ — 

“WOOO, GO ON, RUIN HIM!” 

“STRIKE AGAIN, GO GO!”  

“DON'T LET HIM ESCAPE!” 

Random men were excitedly shouting, a fight broke down and it surely had to happen just where your group was hanging. You sighed, some of your friends were shouting too, you ignored them, knowing they were just silly boys who enjoyed this type of thing. You looked around to see if you could find Felix or Seungmin for you to find a new spot to enjoy the rest of the show.

Your eyes didn't believe what they saw, when some of the excited boys stepped to the side, giving you a glimpse of who was fighting.

“OH MY GOD, NOT ON HIS FACE!” A girl screamed beside you, after Seungmin just punched Felix's face.

For a second, you froze in place, not knowing what to do, the boys were fighting on the floor, Seungmin was on top of Felix when you first saw them, but then Felix flipped them and was straddling the brunette, who was covering his face with his arms, trying to shield himself from the blonde's punches. 

“NOT ON HIS FACE EITHER, OH MY GOD!” 

“CLEAN FIGHT, GUYS” 

You barely processed the screams from the girls by your side. Your heart sank and you felt dizzy, you screamed when he hit Seungmin, it felt like the air was taken out of your lungs. 

Where was the security? Why was nobody doing nothing to stop it?

“FELIX, STOP, STOP!” You screamed, trying to step closer to them. Felix looked up at you and in his little moment of distraction, Seungmin kicked him off of him and he pounced on Felix again, you were about to scream for Seungmin to stop, when Si-an appeared behind you.

She had stopped by the bar to get some drinks when you came back.

“Oh no, babyyy!” She screamed when she saw the thin trail of blood running down Felix's now cut eyebrow.

Baby. She called him baby. 

Your stomach twisted and suddenly the world stopped. 

You had no idea how the boys fight ended, it all happened in a blur because the last thing you remembered was your hands gripping a fistful of Si-an’s hair by both sides of her head and shaking her head to all directions really hard, your nails digging and for sure hurting her, from the way she started crying and screaming for you to let go, barely keeping up her balance, her drink being all splashed around.

You felt arms wrapping around your waist and you were lifted up like a feather, being detached from Si-an, there were some strands of her hair still on your hands. You saw her being lifted like you, and you kicked in the air, trying to hit her, she also tried to hurt you, but the security men made sure to keep a safe distance between the two of you.

— ♡ —

They didn't care about the rain pouring outside, you two got kicked out of the venue like it wasn't nothing. You watched them closing the gates again, you turned to Si-an and stepped to fight her again, and she took some clumsy steps back.

“Y/n, y/n, wait. Stop, let’s talk” Felix held you like the security man did, and you reached your arm out, grabbing his hair now and pulling hard. 

He whined loudly and let you go. But it gave time for Si-an to be gone and hide God knew where.

“Y/n, please, listen to me…” 

You turned to face him, panting from all the anger. 

His face turned to the side and his hand touched his red and stinging cheek after you slapped him hard.

“Y/n” Felix looked at you with shock, he couldn’t believe you did this to him.

“I hate you!” You spat, fists closed smacking against his chest “Don't ever get near me again!” 

You gave him one last punch, too bad it was raining, it wasn't like you were actually hurting him. Nevertheless, it felt good to let your anger out. 

Your tears were mixing with the rain, you turned on your heels and started walking away, ignoring your ex boyfriend calls for you.

Seungmin went right after you, he was calling too, but you ignored. Your mind was a mess, you were soaked, wishing you could simply disappear, hugging yourself in a silly attempt to protect you from the cold water.

“Y/n, wait!” He gripped on your shoulder, stopping you.

“Leave me alone” You whined, trying to wiggle from him, but his grip just became tighter.

“No, I'm not leaving you!” His tone was as serious as his gaze. A silent order when he let go of you: don’t you dare to walk away.

You didn't move, crossing your arms in front of your body, both shivering from the cold rain, it took you a little before you spoke again.

“You knew it, didn't you?” 

“What? No, of course not” 

“If you didn't, then why were you fighting Felix?” You gazed at him, not believing his words.

“He… started flirting with another girl, when you walked away with Si-an” Seungmin fists clenched remembering, you scoffed, this situation just kept getting worse.

“So you really had no idea about Si-an?” You pressed and from his expression, you realized, he knew. A long frustrated sigh came out of your lips.

“Y/n…”

You turned around, about to walk again, but he stopped you once more, coming to stand in front of you, his hands resting on your shoulders, but you pushed them away.

“Please, listen to me”

“You betrayed me too” It hurted, maybe even more than what Felix did. Damn, much more than Felix, that was for sure, Seungmin was your best friend, the person you loved the most, how could he keep you in the dark like that?

“No, I didn’t… I…” Seungmin tried to find the words, but it was hard to think at that moment. 

“You knew it and you didn’t say anything. You let him fool me” 

“Y/n, I know I hurted you too, and I’m sorry, but I didn’t know about Si-an” 

He tried to explain, he wanted to. You gazed at him with confusion.

“Didn’t know about her? What do you mean? This doesn't make any sense” 

“Listen…” He grabbed your hand, looking into your eyes and gripping your hand when you tried to pull it back “Please, just listen to me” 

You sighed, you didn't have much option, so you nodded, the sooner he ‘explained’, the sooner you could finally go back home and forget about this damn day.

“So, Felix…” And then, Seungmin told you all about the fancy dates, the cries in the corners and the two months rule too. He told you it all, and your heart shrank even more, you couldn’t believe that a boy who looked like an angel could do such a horrible thing.

“You knew it all…” You murmured and Seungmin nodded “...you knew it from the start and still, you didn't warn me” 

Seungmin could feel your hurt and it was breaking him too. He nodded, sighing.

“I know, I know, I was wrong, but I also know you, y/n. You wouldn’t listen to me” 

You wanted to protest, but deep down he was right, you wouldn't.

“You'd say I was just being jealous…” You nodded, all this time you thought the reason Seungmin didn’t like Felix was because dogs and cats didn't get along. 

“And I thought he had finally changed…” Seungmin's voice got low and you saw the hurt in his eyes before he looked down “I thought he changed and you were so happy… but in the end, you were the one who was changing” 

Your lips trembled and it wasn't because of the cold rain pouring merciless on you two. You took a step closer to him.

“Minnie…” Your arms wrapped around his neck and he hugged you back, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close to him.

“I just wanted for you to be happy, y/n” He murmured, his forehead resting on your shoulder.

“I love you…” You whispered, so quietly he wasn't sure he heard you right. Seungmin lifted his head, looking into your eyes, searching for signs he didn’t imagine it.

“Aren't you going to say it back?” Your chin trembled again, your voice still barely a whisper. You thought he secretly loved you all those years, you liked to believe that, but why wasn't he saying back? 

And he didn’t. Instead, his hand came up to the back of your head and the other held your waist tightly as he leaned forward, kissing you. 

It was gentle at first, but you swore you could hear the fireworks exploding inside you. He kissed you slowly, fingers gripping into you, holding you tight as if he was afraid you'd disappear, that you'd vanish away in the rain. 

“I love you, puppy” He kept his grip when he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, the cold water not bothering neither of you. You smiled, kissing him again and this time, he bit on your lower lip, wanting to deepen the kiss, his tongue invaded your mouth when your lips parted and you felt your heart race.

You held him tighter too and it was like the world around you disappeared, your tongues entangling, his body pressed against yours, the way he kept pulling you onto him almost like he wanted to merge you together, it was all surreal, like a dream. But this time you weren’t dreaming, it was real as he kept biting into your lower lip, making you gasp, as your clothes clinged into your bodies, completely soaked, as not even the pouring rain could put out the fire within you.

— ♡ —

Entangled in a mess where it was almost impossible to tell where you ended and he started, Seungmin blindly guided you inside. Safe from the rain, your new challenge was to make your way in without breaking anything and of course you failed, barely a minute after, when you accidentally stumbled against a vase, no, it was actually two, a cute matching pair that now was broken into pieces on the ground. 

The loud thud made you two pull away, panting, Seungmin's eyes widened looking at you “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah” You nodded and he smiled, wasting no time in kissing you and gently pushing you to walk again, leaving the shards scattered behind. 

“Clumsy puppy, don’t walk around breaking my girlfriend's stuff” He playfully scowled at you and you were sure you could drop dead there after hearing the word girlfriend. My girlfriend. 

You were Seungmin's girlfriend. You wished somebody could pinch you, but instead, he was kissing you again, not giving you time to say anything other a breathless sigh of his name when his lips trailed down to your neck and his hands slid under your shirt, the fabric being discarded, starting a trail of your clothes, piece by piece getting discarded all the way to the bathroom. 

Seungmin turned the water on, not bothering to wait for it to warm up before pushing you under it, he followed right away, your shivers didn't last long, it was impossible to be bothered when you had his hands sliding to your hips and he pulling you flush against him, kissing you again. 

His breath hitched when he pulled back, looking into your eyes, seeking for permission while his fingers hooked on the clasp of your bra. A slight nod, parted lips humming and the little flimsy fabric was pulled away, your cheeks burned and Seungmin smirked, admiring the swell of your breasts, his hands came to hold them.

“You're so beautiful, puppy” He gave your nipples a pinch. A whine came out of your lips and you felt a jolt of arousal run down to your middle. 

“So beautiful…” He pinched again before caressing the sensitive buds with his thumbs.

His gaze was locked with yours when his hands caressed down your body, squeezing your waist and letting one of them slide inside your panties. He hummed in satisfaction when he noticed your arousal. 

Your legs parted more when his fingers brushed against your folds, pushing between them and teasing your clit, he leaned in and started nibbling on your neck. Seungmin always imagined what your moans sounded like, but he never thought it would be so good as his name rolled off your tongue. 

He pressed his strained cock against your thigh, slightly rubbing against your flesh. Damn, he was so hard, you couldn’t resist the urge to touch him, hearing a delicious groan of him against your skin when you palmed him through his boxers, you gave it a squeeze, and you hissed from the pain when he bit down on your neck and he licked the spot that would turn into a mark soon. 

Marks. He licked his lips, admiring your skin, his eyes darkened up even more, he wanted to mark you everywhere, make sure you knew who you truly belonged to.

Starting by the end of your neck, going to your shoulder, his lips sucked on your skin, licking and nibbling nonstop while he kept rubbing your clit, it was a mix of pain and pleasure pushing you to the edge with such easy that actually surprised you, the way his other hand roamed over your body, groping and caressing every part as if he had you all figured out. 

He did the same to your collarbones, and ended with a last mark, a hickey right above your heart, that one hurt and you whined, again, Seungmin slowly licked it, as if soothing the stinging away, before he trailed kisses up again.

His teeth grazed over your skin, in that sensitive spot under your ear, fingers hooking on your panties sides, you felt your heart speeding up in anticipation. He lowered down, taking your panties with him and kneeling in front of you.

“Minnie…” You sighed, watching him intently, the desire in his eyes when he looked up at you made you shiver, he leaned forward, his lips almost touching your middle, he held your thighs, keeping them parted for him, his tongue poked out, so so close.

Until he stopped and pulled back, looking up at you. You stared down with curiosity and a bit of frustration, your eyebrows narrowing down.

“Minnie…”

“What's wrong, puppy? You want something?” He smirked while caressing your thighs, watching you nod.

“Hmmm…” He pretended to think for a moment, it was brief, but for your needy pussy, it felt like forever, and then he spoke “You know what? I don’t think you’re deserving it” 

Your groans of protest made him laugh.

“What? Don’t you think you haven’t been a bad puppy?” He gripped your thighs and you shook your head, although you knew that he was right. He chuckled again, shaking his head.

“You know… I think you need some punishment for that” His words had an undertone of playfulness in them, but the humor didn't meet his eyes. Nevertheless, you were surprised when he leaned in again and licked a long stripe, your legs slightly shook and he held them in place, opening for him to enjoy his feast. 

Every moan motivated him to keep going, his tongue licking and flicking, it was crazy how fast he found the pace and way that made you see stars. He sucked on your clit, circling it, letting his tongue lap it all, his gaze locked with you, watching your every reaction. He reached down and pulled his boxers down, his cock was throbbing and desperate for attention, so he stroked it lazily, while his mouth worked on you.

You were starting to shake and your moans getting louder, oh you were so close, just a little bit more, one suck and then he suddenly stopped, pulling back and chuckling from your frustration whine.

“Minnie, what the…” 

“Not yet” He smirked, letting his fingers graze over your slick, so subtle and when you arched your hips he pulled back, repeating his words and shaking his head.

Your whine had no effect on him, as he still took his time to resume his activities, now bringing his fingers along, dragging them all over, coating them before he pushed one inside you, tongue flicking over your clit as he pushed in and out a few times, adding a second one and picking up speed. 

“Hmmm, puppy… you taste much better than what I Imagined” He admitted, barely pulling away and your head spun around. He had been thinking about you, about you and him… Like this, you clenched around his fingers and he smirked, looking up at you, licking faster.

“Are you close?” He smirked, it was a rhetorical question, he knew you were, clamping around his fingers, your legs starting to shake, but when you nodded and was almost there, he stopped again.

“Minnie!” You hissed through gritted teeth, tugging on his damped hair and he groaned, but didn't give in, he edged you again and again, until you were almost crying. 

“Minnie, please” You cried out.

“What do you want, baby?” He teased, curving his fingers inside you and you moaned, but didn't say and he pressed against “You know, if you want something all you have to do is ask for it” 

Noticing he was about to withdraw his fingers, you scoffed, giving in.

“Please, Minnie… let me cum, please” 

“What a needy puppy, aren’t we?” He teased, as if he didn’t just twitch and were struggling to hold back his own release. 

“Come on puppy, make a mess for me” He flipped his tongue over your bundle of nerves, fingers curling and touching on the right spot, you melted on his tongue and suddenly you felt it coming out of you, Seungmin pulled back, his fingers still inside you as he watched it all in awe, your trembling body, your cries of his name, your essence splashing out and you barely comprehending that you were squirting. 

“Oh my God, it… it…” You tried to speak, still panting and shaking.

“It was incredibly hot” He stoop up, holding you by your waist, your arms wrapped around his neck. He gave your temple a kiss “You did so good, baby…” 

“I… I've never done it before” Your confession sent Seungmin to the moon, he tighted his hold on you “I didn’t think it was possible, I…”

“You are amazing, baby” He kissed you deeply, and you felt his cock brush against your thighs and you both moaned. You were still in a daze state when you broke the kiss, reaching down to touch him.

“Let me make you feel good, too…” You pleaded in a whisper, stroking him and pressing your body against his “...I want you to fuck me”

In another moment the chances of feeling petrified after saying such a thing for Seungmin would make you wanna dig a hole and hide, but now, still feeling the after shock of your climax, you didn't even remember what the word embarrassment meant.

“Puppy, that’s okay, we don’t need to do it no…” He started saying, but you shut him with a kiss, you knew what he was about to say.

“That's okay, I trust in you” You said, caressing him and he twitched “Please, Minnie, I need it now, please…” 

He let out a groan and turned you around, you squealed in surprise, your hands rested on the cold tiles and your head tilted forward. Seungmin held your hip with one hand and with the other he guided his cock to your entrance, he leaned closer, whispering in your ear.

“You're mine, now” He pushed in one swift move, hissing and you moaned, feeling him stretch you out. 

“This pussy is mine…” He groped tight on the flesh of your ass and then smacked it, making you yelp “Every inch of this body is mine. You're all mine” 

It was like something switched inside him, his thrusts were deep and fast, his grip around you hard, keeping you in place while he slid in and out of you. Maybe he needed it, to keep him grounded, to prove to him that he wasn't dreaming, maybe he was always like this. That was something you'd find out and the idea of it gave you butterflies. 

“I'm yours, all yours… Minnie” Something switched inside you, too. As you kept rambling those words between your moans, and it felt great, belonging to him, finally, you felt his hand travel over your wet body, his hand sliding up, exploring without destination, but loving to stop by your breasts and giving it squeezes.

“Fuck, baby, you're so tight” Seungmin groaned as your walls kept clamping around his length, and his comment only served for you to do it harder, instinctively, driving him wild.

“Shit, y/n!” He pounded hard, entangling his fingers on your hair, he pulled your head, not too hard, just enough to make you turn to him and he gave you a sloppy kiss, swallowing your moans. Your skin slapped against each other in wet and loud sounds and his name kept rolling off your lips in desperate cries.

He angled his hips, his thrusts got a little slower but still reaching deep, he could feel his balls were tighten up and he was about to cum soon, but he needed you to do it one more time. 

And you were so close again, your legs starting to feel like jelly, you were glad he was holding you and keeping you in place, otherwise you were afraid you’d melt right away. Your moans getting more desperate, more needy.

His hand reached around you, fingers brushing against your clit while he kept fucking you hard. His lips found your shoulder and he started kissing and nibbling on your skin.

You trembled and came on his cock, walls clamping around him so hard, he almost came inside you. It was close, too close and dangerous, but he managed to pull out in record time, despite your whines rambling and he let it spill on your butt. 

“I love you, puppy” He whispered against your shoulder, placing a soft kiss there, panting, smiling weakly and completely satisfied.

— ♡ —

The insistent buzz of your phone woke you up, after blindly seeking it you found the device on your bedside table, picking it up, you grimaced when you saw the notification: 10 missed calls from Felix, plus 50+ messages you were sure the majority probably came from him. You groaned, not believing his audacity and that you forgot to block him.

Well, you had a good reason to forget and when you turned to the other side, you couldn’t help but smile, gazing at reason's back, peacefully sleeping. 

It wasn't a dream, Seungmin in your bed and your slight sore core was proof of it. You scooted closer, giving his bare back a sweet little kiss, whispering good morning against his warm skin. He didn’t reply, just moved, very subtle and you scooted away again. 

After checking the time, you decided it was better to go get lunch ready instead of breakfast, so you swung off the bed, tiptoed your way to the bathroom, got back and dressed into sweatpants and an old t-shirt and headed to the kitchen. 

You put your favorite 2000's playlist on, volume down to not wake Seungmin of course, just to set a nice mood while you danced around the kitchen, picking the pans and ingredients to cook a delicious meal for your boyfriend, Seungmin…

You giggled, talking to yourself, he was your boyfriend now! 

Who'd ever thought? Well, if you asked anyone of yours and Seungmin's circle, they wouldn’t be surprised.

But it was funny, until he’d wake up, then you were afraid it could be a little awkward. 

Chop, chop, chop, cutting the vegetables in cubes, humming to a Britney song, swanging your hips, you were oblivious to Seungmin leaning on the door frame, watching you with a smile. 

That was his puppy. The old you were back.

He walked to you and hugged you from behind, which made you jolt in surprise.

“Oh my God, Minnie!” 

He laughed, resting his head on your shoulder and gently lowering your hand that was holding the big knife down “Wow wow, careful here” 

“Consider this your warning, you better behave!” You said playfully, cutting a carrot at every word you said and he laughed.

“Oh don’t worry about me, I'll behave” He reached over, picked a piece of cheese and popped it into his mouth.

“Enough” He said, clicking the button and changing your playlist to the radio station.

“Minnie!” You protested and were about to put it back, when the doorbell rang. You gazed at each other.

“Oh, I think it’s my grocery shop” You walked over there, absentmindedly still holding the knife in your hand, your mouth fell agap when you opened the door.

“Felix?” You froze in place for some seconds, before pushing the door to close, but he put his feet in the way, interrupting you.

“Y/n, wait! Let me talk to you” He held the door open when you forced it to close again.

“I've got nothing to talk with you”

“Baby, what's wrong?” Seungmin walked out of the kitchen and stopped on track when he saw Felix there, his expression changed right away.

“You gotta be kidding me” Felix murmured under his breath, rolling his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to y/n” Felix shrugged nonchalantly.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you”

“Were you cheating on me?” Felix turned to you, ignoring Seungmin.

“What? You're kidding me, right?” Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth in surprise, that was the biggest bullshit you've ever heard.

“You accused me of cheating, but here you're with him, not even a day later” He pointed at Seungmin and the brunette took a step forward.

“Want another punch for your eyes to match?” But you held his wrist, not wanting to watch part 2 of their fight. Felix had a cut on his eyebrow and a lilac shade around his eye.

“I've got every right to think so, plus I'm pretty confident I'm right” He gazed at Seungmin and continued speaking in such confidence that you could only think of kicking his ass straight to the mental hospital.

“Fuck you, you know that’s not the truth!” You shouted and what he said next made Seungmin’s blood boil.

“Okay, let’s pretend you’re right, but I saw the way you looked at him, the way you talked about him” Felix looked from Seungmin to you “Be honest, y/n, was just a matter of time before you spread your legs for him”

It happened in a flash, Felix stumbled back when Seungmin punched him, soon enough would be giving the blonde the purple match he promised. Felix touched where he hurt, groaning. Not satisfied, Seungmin grabbed Felix by his shirt’s collar, ignoring your shouts for him to stop and pressed the elder against the wall.

“Don't ever talk about my girlfriend like that again” He said through gritted teeth and Felix groaned, trying to push him off but unsuccessfully.

“Hey, you two! Stop now, or I’m calling the police!” Screamed a lady who just got out of her house, you recognized her, Mrs Cho, the sweet ‘grandma’ of the neighborhood and also the gossip queen, she narrowed her eyebrows and stared at you with annoyance.

“And you, y/n what are you planning to do with that knife? Put that away!”

The object felt heavy in your hand, reminding you were still holding it. You lowered your hand down, Seungmin let go of Felix.

“Now leave” Seungmin hissed and went back to you.

“Poor thing, c'mon. Let me help you” She walked to Felix, holding his arm and bringing him with her. You rolled your eyes, judging by the stare she threw at you before passing by her gate, it wouldn't take long until her group chat learned how you and Seungmin were threatening the angel boy.

“I can't believe his audacity to come here” You complained, plopping down the couch followed by Seungmin.

“Shh, it's okay now, love. He won't dare to bother you anymore…” He pulled you to lean against his chest and kissed your head, you hummed, embracing him.

— ♡ —

“I don’t wanna go home, I don’t wanna go home…” You kept drunkenly singing while Seungmin carried you out of the venue, he chuckled, slapping your butt.

“Time to go back, puppy”

“Nooo, one more. They will come back for one more” You slurred and he laughed again.

“They already did 4 ‘one more’, now it's time for you and them to go home”

“That's not fun” You pouted, being put down on the passenger seat by your boyfriend, he gave you a kiss after fastening your seatbelt.

Seungmin got a raise and now he was an accountant at MGV, you got a new job as an intern at District 9 Co. a big tech company, and you two had been pretty much inseparable since that rainy night, two years ago. You just went to the new tour of 3Racha, your favorite group and were heading back to your and Seungmin’s place.

He barely had time to lock the door before you were all over him, his hands held you by your waist and he guided you to your bedroom with his lips locked on yours, learning your lesson from the last times, you made sure to not let anything fragile visible or settled in low places, successfully reaching the room with no broken vases, Seungmin’s fingers rolled around the scarf you were wearing.

That Louis Vuitton scarf.

“You looked very pretty tonight…” He whispered, lips trailing on your neck, peppering little kisses on the sensitive skin, making you purr.

He pulled the scarf off and looked at you “But I bet I can make you look even prettier”

You leaned on your elbows and raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a smirk “How so?”

Seungmin smirked back, his hands pulling up your top and then working on taking your jeans off. The pieces got tossed somewhere and he licked his lips as his eyes roamed down your body, admiring the red lingerie, his cock twitched inside his pants.

He kissed you again, tongue slowly swirling with yours, hands caressing your sides and squeezing your hips, he loved how you'd squirm and arch against his palms. Seungmin grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands off of his hair and holding them together, he kneeled in between your legs and grabbed the scarf, after a quick glance at you, receiving an approval nod, he put the scarf around your pressed wrists and tied it up.

“It's it too tight?” He shoved a finger inside the space between the fabric and your skin, checking. Then he got the knot tighter.

You shook your head and he kissed you again. You tried to touch him, but groaned when you lifted your hands and noticed that wouldn’t be possible.

“Not yet, puppy. Let's have some fun, first” He teased you, biting down your lower lip and earning a moan.

He held your wrists about your head and gave it a tap, for you to stay like that while he took his time kissing your body, teeth lightly grazing against your sensitive spots, making you melt. Your bra was gone at some point and he kissed and sucked on your breasts, placing his leg between yours, he started pressing against your core, he pinched your nipple while his tongue swirled around the other, your moans sounding like music to him.

He licked his way down your stomach, and you grabbed on his hair when he pulled your panties off and dived into your heat, licking all over before wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves.

You moaned, pulling his strands, he gazed up at you, tongue darting out and flicking over, teasing you, his fingers encircled your entrance slowly, coating the pads before pushing inside. He thought you looked so beautiful, arching up, lips parted calling out his name while he pumped his fingers in and out of you while sucking on your clit.

“So good, Minnie… Don't stop”

Your hips bucked up, seeking for more, that tight feeling building up on your lower stomach, you were close and he noticed it, sucking more, preparing you for him, feeling how you clamped around his fingers.

“That's it baby, let it go for me” He curled his finger, caressing your sweet spot and still licking your clit. It became too much, and with a strangled cry out of his name, you came all over his lips and fingers.

The pull on his hair hurt, but he ignored it, still lapping at you as you came down from your high. His cock hurt too, confined under his clothes, desperate to be buried inside you. The thought of it made him groan and he pulled back, quickly getting rid of his clothes, a sigh of relief escaping his lips when he let his boxers pool down his ankles.

Your legs spread at the sight of him pumping his length and coming closer to you, clenching around nothing, he groaned.

“So beautiful…” He towered over you, putting your arms up again “So mine…” With a kiss, he pushed himself inside you in one swift move, swallowing your gasp of surprise.

“Forever yours, Minnie” You whispered after breaking the kiss and he started moving, using his free hand to support his body, thrusting slowly but deep inside you.

“That's right, forever mine, puppy” He punctuated each word with a thrust, each gasp and moan from you reminding him that it was real, you were his and would forever be this way.

He kissed and bit down your neck while he picked up the pace, letting go of your wrists and holding your hips down, keeping you in place. Not resisting the urge to have him close, you lowered your arms around his neck, making him chuckle.

“Clingy puppy…” He joked, kissing your lips.

Your moans got louder, you were getting close again, Seungmin slowly slid off from your embrace, you whined when he withdrew his cock.

“Shh, such needy little thing, don’t worry, I've got you…” He slid his fingers between your folds, playing with your clit, he lowered down, licking on your waist, he sucked the sensitive skin there until a red shade appeared.

Your legs started shaking while he nibbled a little down. Seungmin gaze went up, admiring you for a moment before he pulled back, flipping you in a swift move, you let out a muffled sound of surprise when your cheek came in contact with the pillow.

He held your hips a little up and placed a pillow under it.

“Perfect” His hand came down to your butt, smacking it and you moaned louder, making him twitch.

He wasted no time and laid down on top of you, his hand guiding his cock back inside, you felt delirious hearing his groans in your ear as he slid in so easily, the sounds of skin slapping against skin getting louder, just like your breathing and your moans.

“Fuck, Minnie…” You cried out when he angled his hips, reaching just the right spot, you moved back, meeting him at every thrust.

“Fuck y/n, you take me so well…” He looked down, smirking when you clenched around him and he fucked you harder.

His lips attached to your shoulder, nibbling lightly, he could tell you were going to come soon. You shivered feeling the lick trail up to your neck, his breath tingling your skin.

“Let go, baby…” He whispered, letting his fingers entangle on your hair.

“Minnie…” You cried out, you were so close.

“C'mon, I wanna see you make a mess again” He whispered, thrusting deep, his hand gently tugging on your hair, you clenched around him over and over until you exploded on his cock and on the sheets.

You barely heard his praise of how hot it was, but registered the slap he gave on your butt and how he kept abusing your core, seeking for his own release. He bit down his lower lip, trying and failing to hold back his moan as he was about to explode too, white ropes spilled on your thighs and even the sheets because he barely pulled out on time.

Seungmin collapsed by your side, panting, he reached out and pulled the fabric of the scarf, untying the knot he made and pulling you to lay on his chest, you were still shaking when laid your head on his chest, hearing his quick heartbeat, matching your own, a lazy and satisfied smile appearing on your face.

After calming down, he quickly got up and cleaned you both, before getting back into your original position.

Seungmin would never say it out loud, but there were a lot of nights he dreamed of nights like this. He caressed your hair, staring up at the ceiling, feeling his eyelids getting heavy.

“One kiss for your thoughts” You spoke after a while, your words brought him back from sliding into dreamland, he smirked, still with eyes closed, but noticing that your chin was resting on his chest and you were staring at him. Well, it was hard not to notice when you just poked his nostril.

“Just one kiss? Nah” He pulled your hand away and held it down.

“Fine, two kisses”

“Nuh nuh” He shook his head and he didn’t need to open his eyes to know you pouted.

“Okay, okay. A lava cake”

“Hmm, eating some lava cake would be good now, especially since I was just thinking about this report I need to finish and…”

“You’re thinking about work after what we did?” You smacked his arm and he laughed.

“No, puppy. I was just playing with you” He opened his eyes, staring into yours “I was thinking how lucky I am to finally have you”

Your heart fluttered, Seungmin wasn't the last romantic, he usually showed his love through actions and not words, but when he decided to speak, you always knew it was sincere.

“I'm the lucky one, Minnie. Thank you for not giving up on me” You laid down again, smiling.

“I'd never give you up, puppy. You were always mine, you just needed some time to figure it out…” He kissed your head, his words muffled against your hair, but you understood everything clearly.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight, enjoying the peaceful silence again as you both slowly drifted off to sleep.

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thanks to my beautiful friends and betas

tagging: @doitforbangchan ; @jeonginsleftcheek ; @moonchild9350 ; @athforskz ; @hyunjincanraptoo ; @changbinniescurlyhair ❤️

lixie, i'm sorry, i love you 😭

[sweetiesicheng]

s.coups - hoodie

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"hey, can i borrow something? i'm freezing in here," you ask your boyfriend, who is in the kitchen cooking.

"should i turn the heat up?" seungcheol asks you.

"no, you might get too hot. i just need something for a little bit," you reply.

"go into my closet. take whatever you want," he says to you. “

you get up from the table and immediately head into seungcheol's room. you open one of the closet doors and find a bunch of clothes hung up and folded. you start sifting through them and find a hoodie that you haven't seen seungcheol wear before. you take it off of its hanger and put it on. the material on the inside is really soft, making you instantly feel cozy.

"babe, i'm taking this one," you say to seungcheol as you leave his room and go back into the kitchen.

he turns back and smiles, "looks good on you," he says and turns back. "i just bought that one recently," he adds as you sit down at the table again.

"no wonder. i haven't seen this one before," you say to him. "it fits me pretty well," you say, noticing the smaller size.

"i think that company's sizes run a bit smaller," seungcheol replies and turns the stove off. "okay, food's done," he says and brings a pot to the table. he sets the pot on top of some old magazines.

"oh, sorry, i should help you," you apologize to him and try to stand up. however, seungcheol shakes his head.

"i got it. go ahead and eat," he says to you.

instead of eating right away, you wait for seungcheol to come back to the table. he grabs a few things from the fridge as well as some drinks.

"ooh, thank you," you say to him when he comes back to the table. he puts down everything and hands you a beer can, and you immediately pop the tab. "you know, because of you, i'll probably never have to buy another hoodie."

"that's a complete lie."

"okay...it is, but i have like five of your hoodies already! and we've been dating for five months now. it's like i'm taking one a month," you say to him.

he smiles, "i don't mind though. you look cute in them."

"and next thing i know, i'm going to have a closet full of just your hoodies."

seungcheol grabs his beer and takes a sip. “and? what's wrong with that?" he asks.

"i have enough clothes as it is," you say to him.

"baby, i'd buy you a whole closet of my clothes for you to keep if you'd let me," he admits. "we can go through what i have after dinner."

"i'm going to fight you."

"yea, i'd like to see you try."

—

"so do you want this one too? how about this one?"

"babe, i’m going to have to sell all of my hoodies at my place if you give me all of these.”

“good, gives me more reason to buy more for you.”