#Because responsibility isn't going to be the only thing on your shoulders tonight

[221berkeleysquare]

sorry I just gotta let y'all see the previous tags

Do you have improper cooling?

Are your fans not spinning fast enough?

Was your heatsink not installed right?

Did you forget thermal paste?

Cuz baby, you are HOT!

[ssahotchnerr]

FOR DAD!AARON

It could be Ellie’s birthday and for some reasons the cake order they made got canceled or something like this and Aaron stays up all night prior her birthday party to cook her a cake 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Bonus point if he never did that before !!!!!!!!

no time to lose

that is adorable 😭 cw; dad!aaron, pregnant!reader, food mentions, playful loving banter and domestic fluff to the max💞 wc; 1.5k

Juggling multiple grocery bags in one hand so he could use the other to open the door wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but it did allow Aaron to enter the house without making too much noise. If he entered too loudly, the sleeping children upstairs very well may not stay sleeping.

It wouldn’t be too much of an issue if Jack was awakened, but Ellie could not wake up tonight, plain and simple. Not only because birthday surprises were still to be put together, but she’d just recently and finally grown accustomed to sleeping, and remaining, in her own bed.

A bittersweet feeling overcame Aaron at the thought of her newfound independence - she really was growing up. He suddenly found himself missing waking up in the middle of the night to her little feet directly in his face.

You followed the sound of his return, a slight panicked expression on your face as you entered the kitchen. "Did you find an open store?"

"Thankfully," Aaron huffed softly, unloading the bags onto the table. He immediately started unpacking - a box of vanilla cake mix, a tub of white frosting, a few frosting tubes for decorating. "They didn't have pink frosting though, so I got food dye."

You nodded hurriedly. "Candles?"

"Wait, was I supposed to get candles too?" Your face fell back into a panic before his feigned, stunned expression changed to a smirk, "Of course I remembered the candles honey."

You playfully tapped his arm, causing a chuckle to escape him. "That's mean."

"But you still love me." You hmph'ed in response, but graciously accepted the kiss he leaned in close to give you, smiling as you pulled away.

"Hey I wasn't-"

"No," You raised your eyebrows, narrowing your eyes amusedly, "no distractions. This cake isn't going to bake itself."

His shoulders dropped defeatedly as he looked at you, his expression a bit pained. "How am I going to decorate a ballerina and bunnies cake?"

Your curly headed daughter had been very insistent that her birthday cake consisted of those two things and those two things only. Ballerinas in honor of her favorite activity, and bunnies to represent her special plush she refused to relieve from her grip.

You shrugged, "A bunny in a tutu?"

"I'm certified in quite a few things, but cake decorating is not one of them."

"Just be happy the bakery was nice enough to let us know." Your usual go-to had called just an hour before, the time quickly approaching ten. The cold weather had caused a pipe to burst, and flooded the establishment as a result. Therefore, Ellie's birthday cake was not ready and you were forced to utilize your own capabilities. Aaron had left in a frenzy while you kept your raging hormones at bay - you had dissolved into tears at the news. Her fifth birthday, absolutely ruined.

He hummed in agreement, opening the cabinet and pulling out the mixing bowl. "I can't argue with that."

"Do you need my help?" You neared close, wobbling only a bit.

"No, you go lay down." He pressed his hand to your protruding belly where your newest addition grew, giving you another kiss. "I can handle this, you've been on your feet all day."

A laugh erupted from you, "So have you."

"Yeah, well, I'm not with child." He quipped back, a warm glint in his eyes that only enhanced their gentle brown color.

"Have you even baked a cake before?"

"I've made brownies. How different can it be?"

Making the cake was fairly easy. Aka, Aaron could read and follow the instructions on the back of the box. You chimed in from your designated spot at the kitchen island - if you weren't going to lay down you were going to sit, he had insisted - offering the advice such as using the electric mixer rather than whisking by hand. The cake soon ventured into the oven, and once it’d been baked it was popped in the fridge to cool. Meanwhile, Aaron got started on the frosting.

"Is this pink enough?" His eyes shot to yours, slowing his spoon and tilting the bowl slightly so you could easily see.

"Hmm, add some more white? That's more Barbie pink than coquette pink." You suggested, wrapping one of Ellie's presents - a doll she's had her eyes on for months.

Aaron gave you a bewildered look, before obliging and spooning more into the bowl, "What?"

"It's too vibrant, it has to be much lighter."

His face didn't falter, immediately retrieving the tape your elbow had bumped to the floor. "Coquette? What the hell is that?"

"You do know that there's more than one shade of pink-"

He spoke over you, "yes I do but-"

"Just listen to me." You teased, topping Ellie's present with a bow. Aaron exhaled a breath in return, causing you to laugh lightly.

"God, I can't believe she's turning five." Aaron mumbled as his lips drew into a small pout, mixing the frosting rather grumpily - as if it had personally offended him. "Where did the time go?"

"I know," your hand found his back, rubbing it soothingly. "It seems like it was only yesterday we brought her home from the hospital, she was learning how to walk, refusing to sleep anywhere but our bed."

"Don't make me cry."

"Sorry," you giggled gently, kissing his cheek. "But just think, this year she'll start kindergarten, become a big sister, soccer in the spring. Five will be huge for her."

He nodded, a deep sigh leaving his chest. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

"Haven't you learned by now? I always am." You bantered, but after a moment, you added, "I feel bad."

His head lifted in alarm, eyes wide as they searched your face before dropping to your belly. "You do?!"

"No, no. We're fine." You reassured, your words intertwining with your soft laugh. Resting your head against his shoulder, "I should be making you a cake. It's not only Ellie's birthday tomorrow."

You'd just entered your third trimester and your energy was dwindling - every day had been different. Energetic one, sluggish the next. All your time was spent catching up to your tireless daughter, ensuring Jack made it to his extra-circulars, and managing the normal household necessities.

Aaron helped in every way he could, but his schedule did dictate when - you were on your own when he was gone, abide some help from Jessica. But you managed while pregnant with Ellie, you could do so again.

And when Aaron was home, he made certain you didn't dare lift a finger. He took charge when it came to the house and both kids, and even devotedly massaged your swollen ankles every night without fail.

You'd gotten him a gift at least, and had already sneakily texted Penelope to ask the favor of stopping before the party tomorrow to pick up some cupcakes for Aaron. You’d both agreed: Ellie's birthday was top priority. But Aaron deserved to feel special too.

"Thank you, but I don't need anything more," He pressed a kiss to your temple, gazing at you lovingly. "I have everything I need. Three healthy kids and an amazing wife. I'm set."

After you'd gone to bed, Aaron completed the last minute preparations as he waited for the cake to chill. You'd already hung up the streamers (under Aaron's very watchful eye, a hand on your back spotting you even though you were merely on your tiptoes). He blew up the balloons, scattering them along the living room floor where Ellie's presents were laid. He smiled to himself, picturing her excitement when she woke up. As a five year old.

Next came the hard part, decorating. Lathering the cake in pink frosting had been easy, but it was the bunny in the tutu that - pun intended - would be the icing on the cake. He couldn't mess that up.

Before you settled down, you selected easy, cartoon bunny images for him to reference. He picked the simplest one - the one he felt most confident he could portray - and went for it.

With a steady hand, he started with the outline. Shaping the bunny, even adding a lopsided ear to contrast the one sticking straight up. He filled it in, added whiskers, eyes and a nose, other minor details to make it appear more life-like. He did utter a shit under his breath more than once; too much frosting oozing out of the tube, accidentally drawing one whisker longer than the others, quirks that could be noticeable.

It wasn't perfect, but in the end it resembled a bunny. And the tutu, more manageable than he'd anticipated, he even added small ballet slippers. Hopefully and most importantly, it was Ellie-approved.

Come tomorrow, approved didn't nearly cover it. Ellie was in absolute delight, and insisted that Aaron would make her a bunny cake every year: 'Every year Daddy,' she had pointed a finger at him, the signature Hotchner eyebrows drawn over her eyes.

And the team, equally as shocked. Penelope's surprised, high pitched Sir! nearly caused his (bad) ear to ring, while Morgan altogether refused to believe Aaron had done it, despite your reassurances that it had been all him: "Get outta here. Hotch did that? You serious?"

Maybe Aaron could add cake decorating to his list of credentials.

[rose-petles]

니키 - You’re drunk -> N.NK

Warning → None.

Paring → CaringBf!Niki x Drunkfem!Reader.

Synopsis → Niki comes to pick you up from a bar after your friends call him to pick you up.

This isn't how Niki envisioned his night going.

It's only one in the morning and you went out with your friends this evening for a much-needed night out. Niki respected that and didn't have any problems with you going out since you're usually responsible and don't get drunk, only a little tipsy at the most.

But one of your friends called him about twenty minutes ago, telling him that he needed to come and get you because you were incredibly drunk and could hardly stand on your own. So, in his sweats, he drove to the club you were in and planned to take you home.

The music was loud and bassy as he walked into the club. He felt so out of place, being the only one who wasn't even close to being dressed up. But he didn't care about that at all.

He only cared about you. He couldn't deny the worry he felt, knowing that after a night like tonight, with how many drinks you had, would make for a terrible morning. He only wanted to get you home and into bed.

But he couldn't seem to find you anywhere and he knew yelling out for you would be useless considering it was so loud you wouldn't stand a chance in hearing him calling your name.

He pulled his phone out and went to text your friend, but a hand on his arm made him jump and his phone nearly slid out of her hand.

"Sorry, Niki!" One of your friends said, sending him a sad smile. "He’s over here. Follow me."

Niki followed her to the bar where your other friend was holding onto you to try to keep you steady as you swayed from side to side in the chair.

There was no doubt about it: you were drunk.

He sighed and went to you. His hand fell onto your shoulder and your hooded eyes met his.

"Nini!" You slurred and went to loop your arms around his neck. He bent down and let you hold onto his. He hand fell to your back, rubbing it in circles as he kept you steady.

"She's gonna have a bad day tomorrow." One of your friends joked, and Niki nodded, knowing it wouldn't be fun.

"Okay. Let's get you home."

"No." You whined. "I need more."

"No, you've had more than enough. Come on. Hold onto me. Let's get you home. We'll get you all cozy in our bed. Sound good?"

"I do love our bed." You mumbled and Niki shook his head with a smile.

He helped you to the car and into the passenger seat. He buckled you in and then climbed into the driver's side.

"Are you feeling okay? Do you feel sick at all?"

"Not really."

"Are you sure?"

"I won't throw up on you." You slurred.

"Good. I'm very happy to hear that." He said before pulling out of the parking spot and driving home.

It wasn't easy getting you inside. You stepped on your own foot and nearly fell to the ground a few times.

Without Niki there to catch you, you definitely would've wound up with some cuts and bruises. But he was by your side every step of the way until you were sat on the bed.

He knelt on the floor in front of you. He took off your heels for you and reached for the tie on the back of your dress.

"Undressing me now?" You slurred then giggled.

"Okay, cutie. That's definitely not happening. The only thing you're doing though is sleeping."

He said and helped you out of your dress before going to the closet. He grabbed one of his hoodies and helped you into it.

"You are gonna feel so awful in the morning." He mumbled sadly as she laid beside you in bed. "You're gonna have a nasty hangover."

"I feel good now though."

"That's good. But you're gonna feel terrible in a few hours. So you need to sleep." He said and started to rub your back.

"You're so pretty, Nini."

He laughed and moved his hand to your cheek, caressing it lovingly.

"So are you, beautiful girl."

You puckered your lips but only felt his touch your cheek before pulling back. You pouted at her, only for him to shake his head.

"You're drunk, y/n. A kiss on the cheek is all you get for now. Now sleep."

"Fine." You grumbled before closing your eyes.

"It's okay though. I still love you."

"I love you too." He said and watched you fall asleep before closing his eyes, knowing that in a few hours he’d be awake with you again, holding back your hair for you and holding onto you until you felt better.

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[facefullofsadness]

we both have two sides that no one knows

nightlclub birthday party!au

rich girl enemy!aeri x rich girl enemy!reader

prompt - why would you show up to aeri uchinaga's party if you hate her so much? she wonders the same as she sees you, but maybe it'll be more fun than either of you thought

content - smut (heated messy desperate hate sex, quickie, intoxicated sex, kinda exhibitionism, cunnilingus), alcohol consumption, written in the second person, fluff at the end if you squint

wc - 2740

a/n - omggg happy birthday my gigi!!! my loml, my only one, my pookie, my one true lover, my baddie from japan, my emo hot girl, my aeri uchinaga!!! god I love this woman and I wish her all the love and support and everything in between and beyond on this lovely october 30th <333 (it's the 31st...) (kinda rushed and bad but you'll let it go right? SHHH DON'T BOO ME AT LEAST IM BACK-)

you fucking hated aeri uchinaga's guts.

oh my god, this girl is the embodiment of nuisance, a rich bitch with daddy's money that stomps on people because of their status. she's such a brat and you absolutely loathe her, but so does she. she views you in the exact same way, just an asshole with her parents' money who doesn't give a fuck about anyone or anything. ironic isn't it? hating the carbon copy of yourself? maybe you both did hate yourselves, making it easy to hate one another. not that either of you would admit that, it must be because your parents' and hers' are rivals, which meant that applied to you both as well.

so you're both left to ponder why you decided to show up to her birthday party tonight, meeting eyes with aeri across the dimly lit and loud nightclub full of people. you both scoff almost at the same time at the sight of one another, the birthday girl rolling her eyes as soon as she sees you and you grimace in response. the faint smirk tugs at her lips the more she realizes that you're here. y/n l/n arriving at aeri uchinaga's birthday party? the two girls loathe one another, so why is this happening?

yunjin was at fault, saying you needed to get your mind off of things and party tonight. you interrogated her and scowled at the girl, wondering if she had any ulterior motive. you didn't realize the party tonight she'd be forcing you to go to was your nemesis' birthday celebration, cursing loudly at the dark-haired girl giggling at you. she didn't give a fuck, she responded with a nonchalant shrug and blew a kiss towards you as she pulled up to the valet.

you storm off towards the bar as the crowd all watches the iron gaze the pink-haired girl has on you. you down a few shots enough to feel your head buzz before you scoff to yourself. just because this is aeri's party doesn't mean you have to go down without a fight. after all, you are still better than her, she's nothing more than an annoying attention seeker. you can handle a little fire if that's what she decides to ignite.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing at my party?" the venom-laced voice snarks from behind you.

you down another drink, wiping your mouth before looking at her with an expression that annoys aeri to her core, "having fun, of course. why, do I bother you?"

she bites her lip and crosses her arms, the faux fur coat rustling on her shoulders as her chest pushes up against your face, "no, I couldn't give less of a fuck if you were here or not. I just think it's amusing that you were audacious enough to come. parents' money not enough to entertain you?"

"you say as if daddy didn't arrange a birthday party for you at the most popular club in the city," you snark back, leaning against the counter and getting up in her space, "clearly I'm not the one that needs entertaining."

she huffs in your face and twirls her pink locks in her fingers, "hm, consider me entertained then. you showed up to my party, how cute, no?"

aeri struts away but not before flashing a cocky smirk, flinging her sakura colored hair towards you. you trail her heatedly, "oh please, you've been bored all night till I showed up."

"heh, you're right," she admits, calling over her bare shoulder to you, "you've made things a lot more interesting."

the sea of people part before you two as you both traverse through the crowd, "now since you're here, why don't you play my games? it's only right to participate since you're my guest."

she turns and pushes you back against the couch you find yourself now sitting in a secluded room filled with her posse of spoiled brats all lined up in a circle resting against the large, round couch lining the private room. her friends snicker as soon as they realize it's you, some of their faces familiar, some of them new. you scowl as soon as you spot yunjin with her arm draped over some girl, realizing it's aeri's friend minjeong. she mimics a yawning gesture and waves her fingers at you in acknowledgement.

aeri places her hands on her hips and sighs, "let's play a classic, shall we?" she smirks as she picks up an empty soju bottle from the table, playing with it before placing it in the center and eyeing you.

you scoff, "spin the bottle? really? how old are you?" the room boos in response to your comment.

"why? scared? nervous y/n?" aeri mocks, her eyebrow cocked as her tongue trails across her lip curiously.

you feel a smirk tug at your lip, "no, not nearly as much as you are uchinaga."

you call her bluff as a pink the same shade of her hair spreads to her cheeks. whether it was the alcohol or embarrassment, it was too late, you already saw through her.

she clears her throat and acts as if her cheeks don't continue to heat up, lowering her large shades over her face and resting them on the tip of her nose, "oh whatever, we'll save the main event for last. jimin?"

she turns to the long haired girl on her side, letting her spin the bottle first. the tall girl reaches forward and spins it, the dim burgundy lighting bouncing off of the glass as it swiftly turns. the empty bottle slows and its tip points towards the other cute girl in the room sporting a bob. you recognize kim chaewon as she stands and licks her lips, jimin chuckling and reaching out towards her, dragging her by the hand to the small closet-like room next door. the room is filled with amused noises as you see yunjin and minjeong's expressions turn (which was the most amusing thing you saw).

you turn away from the love quarrel to face aeri's piercing stare, adjusting the glasses away from her face again and fixing her hair, her eyes staying on you. you accept her challenge, leaning back against the couch and tilting your head to the side, looking right at her with the same intensity. you watch as her finger traces her bottom lip, tugging at it with her nail and her eyes gradually trailing down your body, feasting on you.

you gulp at her stare filled with hunger, playing with the hem of your dark skintight dress between your fingers, rolling it up your crossed legs, letting more of your skin expose itself to her. your stick your tongue between your teeth as you pour yourself a shot and down it, the alcohol leaving a wet sheen on your lips that glimmered in the darkness. she observes your every movement, her eyes never leaving you for a moment.

you lick the alcohol off your lips slowly, your eyes taking the opportunity to wander her tempting figure, tracing every curve accentuated by her dress, your body heating up as you take in every inch of skin exposed to your sight. as your gaze trails her chest and prominent cleavage, falling around her plush thighs, she commands your attention back towards her as she taps on her knee and lifts her finger up.

a waiter stands next to you with drinks on his tray which you take and down, staring into aeri's eyes as she does the same. you feel the alcohol burn down your throat, rolling down until it sloshes with the concoction in your stomach. the buzz heats up your cheeks as jimin and chaewon return to the room, hair disheveled and lipstick smeared, no shame in their appearances.

the room's volume increases in cheers and noise as the smirks on the girls' faces fail to die down. chaewon, as the girl who was picked, has to pick the next person to spin the bottle. she picks up the empty glass, plays with it in her small hands and surveys the room with familiar faces and strangers. her eyes scan before landing on you, grin pulling at her cute face.

she trudges towards you and drops the bottle in your lap with a wink. she drags her feet away as the people cheer your turn, adjusting yourself and standing, dipping over the table in front of aeri, cleavage on full display for the girl gawking at you all night. you lean down and spin it, eyes locked onto the pink haired girl. the anticipation for the other end is high as everyone stares expectantly, the glass' hollow noises echoing through the ears of the players in the room, you and aeri never looking away from one another.

gasps fill the room as the bottle slows and comes to a stop, the tip aiming towards your one and only rival who's eyes are still trained on you. neither of you need to look down to know what happened, the uproar from the crowd of people surrounding you enough to understand. aeri stands and finally turns away, swaying towards the secluded room, and you follow immediately, the room an absolute mess of noise.

you follow aeri into the dark, small, closet-like room, the door shutting behind you both as you feel the pumping from the blasting music of the club behind the other side, the light leaking through enough to illuminate the older girl's features and figure. your bodies are close to each other, the heat emanating from one another as you can hear each other's breathing pick up.

"so much for main event for last huh-" you start to tease her.

"jesus, I wish you'd shut the fuck up already," she interrupts annoyedly before grabbing the back of your neck and smashing her lips against yours', pushing her body against yours' and pinning you to the wall behind you.

immediately, your body responds to her burning touch, kissing her back with the same ferocity, arms clinging around her and gripping her body. your hands drag over her curves, clutching at her dress to grab her flesh under it, digging your nails into her. she hisses into your mouth, breathing heavily against you as her soft lips bruise your needy ones.

you throw off her coat as she pulls your her mouth away to suck on your neck and chest, aeri's hot tongue trailing your exposed skin, her desperate lips leaving wet kisses as you thread your fingers through her luscious locks and pant against her. her strong arms have you pinned against the wall, clinging onto her body as she greedily ravishes your burning skin, causing you to moan out into the small but silent room, your noises filling only her ears to hear.

you feel the cocky girl smile against your skin as she continues to digs her face into you neck, sucking your skin and sinking her teeth into you, making you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut. you grab her biceps and pull her into you, forcing you to flip her against the wall as your eyes fall to her wet red lips, face flushed and eyes filled with pure lust, the desire to indulge in you building in her body. the sight ignites your primal need for the same thing.

you shove your tongue into her mouth and taste her, the combination of various alcohol and sweet lipstick filling your senses, becoming addicted to the taste of aeri uchinaga. your hands grip her thighs as you dig your fingers into her skin, trailing your hands up and under her dress, pushing the material up to her hips. her breath hitches in her throat as your fingertips trace her slit through the lingerie she wears.

you pull away from the heated kiss as a string of saliva connects the two of you, attaching your mouth to her neck. her chest rises and falls as you greedily lick her skin, the spit rolling down through her cleavage. you descend to your knees and leave wet kisses along her thick thighs, hands holding each one, gripping her as they wander around to her ass, sliding under the dress and pulling her panties down.

a sticky string of pleasure stretches as you drag her clothing down her thighs, her legs spreading in anticipation for your next movement. as badly as you want to tease her for being so ruined for you, you need her just as bad, looking up at her and staring into her desperate eyes, wild and dark with desire. continuing to gaze into aeri's needy eyes, you bring your mouth forward and swipe your tongue along her slit, sticking it in her hole and trailing it tortuously against her clit, her delicious wetness coating your tastebuds.

you watch as her eyes roll back and her body slumps against the wall, her head thrown backwards and a pleasured groan escapes her throat, her hand resting atop your head and lacing her fingers through your already messy hair. you lick once again, swirling the tip of your tongue around her pink and hot bud, making her thighs tremble on either side of your head, holding her legs apart and hooking your arms around them.

her hips buck into your mouth as you wrap your lips around her clit and suck, flicking your hot tongue across her pulsing nerves. profanities flow pathetically from your rival's mouth as you continue indulging in her, fluttering your eyes shut as you makeout with her clit. the grip on your hair tightens as her hand digs deeper through your locks, your hands caressing up and down her long legs. she grinds her hips into your mouth as your tongue slips into her leaking cunt, nose brushing her clit now, flicking your wet muscle against her aching walls.

the sound of her desperate and loud moaning resonates within the small room, her whimpers fill your ears and will you to keep going, the intent of stopping failing to comprehend in your intoxicated head, focused on eating the girl shaking in your hold out. you bury your face deep into her pussy, her cunt walls wrapping and sucking your tongue in, rolling the muscle into her and flicking it against the delicious most pleasurable spots inside, rubbing your nose against her throbbing clit. you bring your hand around to use your fingers and roll the pulsing bud in your fingertips, aeri whimpering above you, gathering her pleasure and your saliva to lubricate the aching clit.

you hum against her cunt, the sound reverberating through her body as her moaning becomes pleasurably loud, jutting her hips into your mouth full of her wetness. you moan into her pussy, the vibration throwing her over the edge, screaming your name out as she cums into your expectant mouth. you feel a rush of her juice flow into your mouth, the taste covering your tongue as you drink down every single drop. your tongue licks her cunt up, cleaning every inch of her pussy to devour her slick fully. you leave kisses along her shaking thighs, holding her up and letting her body relax against the wall behind her.

your core pounds against your dress as you stand shakily, your hands resting under her ass to support her. you kiss your way up her body, on top of her dress, not caring if she can't feel your warm lips, just wanting to make sure she knows you're here and can feel and hear you right in front of her. you observe her flushed face, eyes closed, head resting against the wall, pink hair disheveled beautifully, her chest rising and falling, a glistening sheen of perspiration on her skin across her neck, a goddess you call your rival at your mercy in your hands.

you trail your lips across her sweaty skin, kissing her shoulder and inching towards her neck.

"happy birthday, princess," you whisper in her ear as she giggles cutely, turning your face and pressing her forehead to yours.

"let's get out of here," aeri pants against your cum covered lips.

you kiss her in response, "okay, you still owe me an orgasm."

she bites your bottom lip, "it's my birthday."

"wouldn't it be a good present?" you challenge.

she huffs and agrees, "every part of y/n l/n in my hands would be my perfect present."

a/n: this was supposed to be more intricate and better structured but erm well! this is what you get! also this was originally a short but this is too long for a short and kinda long for a regular fic so... idk wtv!

[whisperofwonder]

Tipsy

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader - 790 words

Ushijima is an affectionate drunk, confirmed.

Warnings: Alcohol mentions, obviously. Reader wears a dress, but no pronouns are used. Very slightly suggestive.

There are certain things you've always assumed you'd never experience in your lifetime. A 10 million yen inheritance from a great aunt you never knew existed. A smart house like the one from that movie you saw as a kid. The heat death of the universe. A drunk Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Except maybe you were wrong about that last one. You're out with the Adlers, a celebratory dinner at a nice place. Your meal is delicious, and you're having a good time talking and laughing with Waktoshi's teammates and their partners. Suddenly, you pause mid-sentence, biting back a squeak. A warm, large hand has worked its way under the hem of your dress, and is now pressed firmly against your thigh.

Kageyama gives you a strange look from across the table. You laugh it off with a wave of your hand, saying you'd lost your train of thought. When the conversation moves on, you turn to Wakatoshi.

"Toshi," You murmur under your breath. He looks at you then, eyes slightly unfocused, and for the first time you notice the slight flush high in his cheeks. He doesn't move his hand. Oh. Your gaze goes to the empty wine glass by his plate.

-

"How many glasses of that wine have you had?" You ask softly, gently shifting his hand out from under your dress.

His brow furrows in thought, and he doesn't answer right away. "It's nice wine," He says finally. You look at the bottle, and to your surprise, there's only an inch or so left. He slides his arm around the back of your chair, fingertips grazing your shoulder.

"Well, maybe you should stick with water now," You suggest.

He only hums in response, lips close to your ear. It's certainly not inappropriate, but such closeness in public like this is so unlike him that you still feel your face heating up. "I'm glad you could come tonight," He says in a low voice. "That dress looks incredible on you." You can feel his breath ghost across the shell of your ear. It's all you can do to keep your jaw from dropping open.

"Thank you," You reply, flustered. "I'm glad, too." You furtively glance at the rest of his teammates, but they seem too caught up in their own conversations to notice anything odd. You're glad for that, because the next thing he does is press a kiss to your temple.

"We're in public," You remind him.

"I'm sorry," He says, still just a little too close to your ear. Luckily, the night is soon drawing to a close. The dessert plates are being cleared away, and Kageyama is getting antsy to leave, suggesting it to his girlfriend in a tone that isn't as low as he must think it is. It wouldn't be out of line for you and Wakatoshi to leave as well.

"Are you ready to go home?" You whisper, and at the suggestion, he focuses on you again.

"Yes," He says decidedly, just a little too loudly. It draws the attention of some of the others, who look at him curiously. His hand finds its way to your thigh again.

"Okay," You say, a little too loud yourself. "Let's get our coats, then," You prompt. When he gets to his feet, it's with a slight wobble, and he looks at you in surprise, angling towards you for support.

"Wakatoshi isn't drunk, is he?" Hoshiumi asks in disbelief.

"It appears that way," You laugh, shifting slightly under his weight. He's leaning on you just a little more than is comfortable, but when he feels you move, he shifts more of his weight to his own feet.

"You good?" Hirugami asks, and you nod. Wakatoshi may be tipsy, but he hasn't drunk that much. After bidding farewell to everyone, he insists on helping you into your coat, hands on you perhaps more than necessary. You make your way to the car, getting him situated in the passenger seat before you get in the driver's side. The moment the car is running, his hand finds its way under the hem of your dress again, thumb grazing your skin.

"I don't think I've ever seen you drink that much before," You muse, looking sideways at him.

"I don't think I have," He rumbles, rough fingertips tracing shapes onto your skin. "The wine was nice." He repeats his statement from earlier.

"Maybe I'll have to get a bottle for our anniversary next month. We can make dinner at home." Your suggestion isn't selfish at all.

"I'd like that," He murmurs, your suggestion seemingly prompting a thought. "When will we be home?" He asks, giving your thigh a squeeze.

"Soon," You promise, gripping the steering wheel just a little bit tighter.

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➸ INTERESTS; - atwow!neteyam x fem!metkayina reader

➸ BACKGROUND; - As the omatikayan family takes refuge within your clan, it seems sparks begin to fly when tension rises with the oldest brother and yourself over a shared family dinner. The question isn't what'll happen between you two, it's what'll you do to prevent things from getting further.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. 2.1k, romantic tension, slow-burn, and fluff

➸a.i; - omg im consistently writing again guys!! woo!! in all seriousness i hope you all enjoy, idk if i should make this like a series so lmk if i should. (also same for the lo'ak oneshot?? should i leave it as is or make it a series) :P 🌸my main navigation

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You wringed out the last bit of water dripping from your hair, patting your hands on your side and adjusting yourself. You were told a family from a different clan had come seeking uturu from your parents, who surprisingly obliged, and everyone was to have dinner with each other soon over in your family's hut.

You didn't have a chance to properly meet everyone at first as you were busy with the children of the village, watching over them and teaching them as their families fulfilled their duties.

Truth was you were excited, well somewhat. You smiled listening to your younger sister, Tsireya describe her meeting with the family.

"And I can't believe how rude Roxto and Aunong were, laughing at their tails. Of course, they look different from us they're from the omatikayan clan" she complained, shaking her head as you did the same. Now walking along side by side with her back to your family's hut.

"Kaltxì sa'nok, sempul [Hello mother, father] " You said softly, greeting your parents, as they greeted you back in return, to which you helped them prepare for the dinner. Just as you were finishing with the table and cleaning the floors you heard a familiar voice call your name.

"Y/n, are you here" you heard the voice call, you turned around to see none other than one of your students.

"Riti? Eywa why are you here?" you said softly, placing the cloths you were using to clean down and walking over to her, crouching down to her level. "It's dangerous to be here all alone, where is your grandmother?" You asked, she just shook her head and hugged you, to which you hugged her back holding her tightly.

"I got lost, and I tried to look for her, but I couldn't! I came here because I know you can help me get back home" she said in a soft tone, you could hear the pain in her voice. You looked over to your mother, before you could utter a word, she only nodded her head.

"Go, we will finish here, it's alright" She said softly, smiling at you both. Just as you had lifted Riti in your arms your brother and his best friend walked in. Immediately questioning where you were about to go and what was going on.

"I have to help Riti to get home, please stay here and help prepare for tonight's dinner. Please behave and be respectful to our guests." You said sternly, making sure both boys heard your statement as a warning if they did misbehave. With that you simply turned out and began to walk off back into the main parts of the village in attempts to find Riti's grandmother as you patted her back softly. "Mawey Riti, we'll find her soon I promise" you whispered to her, feeling her nod in response.

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By the time you had reunited Riti with her grandmother the sun had completely fallen from the sky, well almost entirely. Surprisingly it was still dim enough to see your way back to your hut, and you returned rather quickly. The trip seems rather short without a sad toddler hanging onto your shoulder and torso. Outside of your hut you heard small chatter and laughter, you entered slowly, passing your hands over the beads at the entrance, careful to none of them to hit your face as they have several times before.

"Kaltxì frapo, [Hello everyone] I apologize for my tardiness" you said rather quickly, motioning the 'I see you' gesture to your family and new guests, as all chatter died down as soon as you entered the room. You were greeted in return as you take the opportunity to walk over to the side, cleaning your hands before taking a seat next to your sister and smiling.

"This is our eldest daughter, who we were speaking of, Y/n" your father said, directing his hand in your direction, you only nodded and added on to his words "it's nice to meet you all, you seem like such a lovely family" and they thanked you for your kind words,

Well, all accept one of them

One of the na'vi had his eyes on you ever since you walked into the hut, never taking them off of you. His gaze was intense, a little too intense, especially for your liking.

As you ate you listened to the conversation at the table spin around in all kinds of ways, but it was mainly the father of the omatikayan family and your own father conversing.

Your sister had her points to begin with, this family is different, their skin their hair, eyes, everything. You had heard stories of their people, and of the great Toruk Makto, but seeing them all in person here seemed to be some sort of dream.

Whenever you were to look up you'd catch glimpses of the same na'vi eyeing you, at first it was strange but now you were beginning to grow curious. The way he looked at you reminded you of the way the children you care for in the village look at things that interest them; eyes of curiosity. You chuckled to yourself slightly reminiscing on the faces of Riti and her peers when you had mentioned things to them, all curious or confused.

"Oh what's so funny?" Tsireya whispered in your ear, you just shook your head and continued eating, placing a finger over your lips. She smiled at you and continued to eat.

"I apologize, I never was able to truly introduce my family and I properly to you all." The eldest na'vi from the omatikayan clan spoke, the father of the family. The table quieted down and you looked over to your siblings and Roxto, who were already exchanging glances to one another.

'Are we introducing ourselves too?' Roxto signed, you and Aunong both shrugged.

'Maybe our father will again like he did this morning' Tsireya signed back, you nodded and then signed for them to focus as names were being called.

"My name is Jake Sully, this is my mate Neytiri and our children. Here is our youngest daughter is Tuk, beside her is our oldest daughter Kiri, next to her is our son Lo'ak, and next to him is our oldest son Neteyam" he said, using his hand as a guide between each person as he named them, you nodded as each of them either waved or smiled as their names were called.

So, his name is Neteyam. Thats definitely something you'll need to hold onto for later, your memory has never been the best, but you'll need it for now.

As conversation was picked up you soon heard your father introducing you all as well, you drank some water and glanced over, seeing Neteyam already peeking a glance at you. You placed your cup down and smiled softly at him, as he did in return.

"I am Tonowari, the oletekayan of our people, my wife Ronal is the tsahik of our people and these are our children, Tsireya, Y/n, Aunong, and his close friend Roxto." your father spoke, you nodded again and continued to eat your food.

Towards everyone finishing their meals and conversing and cleaning you heard knocking coming from outside the hut, you turned around as your back was facing the entrance as your father told whoever was outside to come in, to your surprise it was none other than Riti's older brother A'tan. He greeted everyone and stepped further towards the table as your mother was offering for him to eat along with the families, you immediately shook your head.

You quickly excused yourself and apologized for leaving so quickly as you went up to him and ushering him back outside.

"Why are you here? Is something wrong with Riti?" You asked, he shook his head and chuckled at you.

"Well hello to you too, and no she's fine. Her and my grandmother wanted me to gift these to you as a thank you for helping her today." He said as he handed you a small bouquet of syulì'angs [flutterflowers] as an expression of gratitude, you smiled widely, showing your teeth as you thanked him.

He only shook his head and said you deserved it as he quickly took his leave wishing you a good night. You soon walked back inside and placed the bouquet in a tall pot of water, smiling as you placed it near the table.

"Wow, it's so pretty!" The youngest sully, Tuk said loudly, pointing at your flowers and earning a 'shh' from her family, you only laughed.

"Yes, they're very beautiful, it was given to me as a gift, I can give you one if you'd like but you have to promise me you'll take good care of it" you say to her, reaching over and removing one flower from the bouquet and giving it to her, she nodded her head vigorously and smiled widely, making you do the same. She quickly thanked you and walked around to her each of her family to show them the flower. As she walked over to Neteyam and began to babble about it he turned to you, mouthing the words 'Thank you', to which you smiled and nodded, feeling your face get slightly heated.

You began cleaning the table with your sister and mother, as did Kiri and her mother while conversation began to slowly die down and everyone was speaking of tomorrows plans.

Your father was going over how you and your siblings were responsible for teaching the sully children the way of your people, swimming, bonding and having their own ilu, etc. It wasn't anything you haven't done before with the other metkayina children, so naturally you just shrugged it off and continued cleaning.

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Later on, as the sully family were making their way back to their new hut you sat outside of yours, listening to the oceans waves and watching as the oare atan [moonlight] reflected off of the waters.

"Can I sit beside you?" You heard a voice ask, you looked up to see Neteyam, pointing at the empty patch of sand beside you, you nodded and hummed in response, patting the ground. He only smiled at you and took his seat. "Thank you again for giving your flower to my sister, she can't stop talking about it" he said, looking over to you and then out at the waters.

"She seems like such a sweetheart, you're lucky to have her, I might steal her from you" you joke, hearing a laugh come from Neteyam, making you laugh as well.

"Yes please, take her far, far away, that girl brings me trouble" He laughed, shaking his head slightly. You smiled at him, understanding what he meant, your siblings too always gave you trouble, but your love for them remained unconditional.

As the laughter between you two died down you looked out into the view in silence, you then began to look down at your feet, digging them in the sand partially as you rested your arms against your knees that were hiked up. You looked over to the oldest sully child just to find him already looking at you, smiling when he caught your eyes.

"Hi" he whispered, you smiled and repeated the phrase back to him, then a question popped up in your head which you busted out saying without a thought.

"Why were you just staring at me during dinner?" You asked quickly, slapping a hand over your mouth after seeming how rude that must've sounded, he changed his posture, now sitting with his legs crossed.

"You intrigue me. Also, you're very beautiful" He responded honestly, still not taking his eyes off of you, you looked down at your feet tilting your head to the side as you felt a heat rush through your whole body. He smiled catching a small glimpse of your blushing cheeks.

"You're bold for saying that so quickly, you barely know me." You said softly, not wanting to look into his piercing gaze again now knowing his true intentions.

Neteyam Sully is an attractive man, that you couldn't deny, if you even tried to deny it, you'd be lying. Eywa has blessed him truly, and he knew it, which is why you can't bear to look at him now.

"Because it's the truth, plus I'll get to know you better very soon" He replied, leaning over to your ear making sure you heard him. Soon after he stood up, dusting himself off as his family called for him. You turned your head back around to look at him. The tension was strong and thick, practically suffocating you.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning, I'll be ready for anything you'll teach me" He stated, grabbing his belongings as he turned and left, leaving you questioning.

Tomorrow was going to be on hell of a day.

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[puppy-steve]

@bramble-berries posted a thing about hospital security guard eddie and er nurse steve and @zerokrox-blog sent in a prompt for a steddie med school au, but despite working in a hospital, i don't know anything about med school other than it's 4 years of schooling and 4 years of residency, so i couldn't deliver on that part unfortunately. but i hope yall enjoy regardless!

"Are you gonna actually do something tonight, or are you just gonna sit there and look handsome like always?"

Steve pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he looks up from the computer and rolls his eyes.

"I could ask you the same thing, you know," he says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "This is the third time you've been down here in the last," Steve checks his watch, "hour. Don't you have a parking lot to patrol or something?"

Eddie only laughs and hooks his thumbs into his belt loops. "Bold of you to assume they let me drive the car, big boy. Nah, Preston drives and I get to be the passenger princess I was born to be."

Steve snorts. He definitely doesn't pay attention to the looks the other nurses are giving them.

"Besides," Eddie continues. He leans his elbows on the counter of the nurse's station. "It's your fault I'm down here so often in the first place."

"Oh really?" Steve raises an eyebrow and doesn't hide the fact that he's checking out the tattoos on Eddie's forearms that are showcased by the short sleeves of his uniform shirt framing his biceps. Hospital uniform policy says minimal jewelry but Eddie's never been one for conformity so his fingers are adorned with rings of different size.

(Hospital policy also says that security staff are, under no circumstances, to physically harm violent patients or visitors, but that policy doesn't say anything about Eddie threatening to dole out a knuckle sandwich or two.)

Eddie tracks Steve's gaze and smirks. He taps his fingers on the counter in a rolling rhythm, his black nail polish accenting the flashiness of his rings.

Eddie leans in a little more (which isn't necessary because the counter is a foot above the desk Steve is sitting at) and almost purrs, public decency be damned, "Because, princess, if it weren't for you, I'd be stuck up in my office doing something boring, like reading." He places a hand on his chest. "As much as I love my dragon hoard of books, seeing your pretty face for twelve hours is a much better option."

Steve blushes and tries to sputter out a response, but the radio clipped to Eddie's shoulder goes off.

Eddie confirms the call and groans, dropping his head.

The moment is all Steve needs to compose himself. "Oh no," he frowns, insincere but his tone teasing. "You have to actually do your job. How awful."

Eddie mouths wordlessly back at him, mocking, but then grins and raps his knuckles on the counter once more, giving him a wink. "Don't miss me too much, sweetheart."

Steve tries to not watch as Eddie walks down the hallway, but god those pants fit him so well. He's always had a thing for tiny, perky asses.

"Steve."

Steve jumps and does not yelp like a child. He turns to see his colleague Jen. Jen's been working in the ER for a few years and is a spitfire with a heart of gold.

"You've been flirting with him for months and neither of you have made a real move on each other. What the hell? The betting pool Trent and Brett have is getting shallow."

The tips of Steve's ears start to burn. "Betting pool?!" He turns his chair around to the guys mentioned and they're very much making an effort not to look at him. "You guys are betting on us hooking up? How old are you, twelve?"

"Stevie," Jen sighs in a dramatic way that reminds Steve of Robin and it makes his heart clench. "You have turned down every single person in the vicinity since you started. Eddie is obviously into you and you're into him. I'm going to say this as nicely as I can because you're my favorite out of all the graduates: Please jump this man's bones so I can get my $50."

"My love life is only worth $50 to you?"

"Steve."

Steve groans and hits his head on the desk.

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Eddie outright moans when 7am rolls around and he's finally able to take off his uniform. He shoves the bulletproof vest and his holster belt into his locker and his shirt and pants into his dufflebag to be washed later.

God, he doesn't even want to think about laundry.

After he got the call that pulled him away from Steve, it was like the floodgates opened. Two code violets, one report of a car circling the ASU parking lot suspiciously, and three code browns that ended up being patients sneaking outside for a smoke.

He didn't blame them. With the night he had, he's regretting his decision to quit.

Eddie walks through the automatic doors at the entrance of the hospital after he's changed back into his civvies, and those regrets immediately disappear and his mood brightens when he sees who's waiting for him.

Wayne's van is parked in the drop off zone and the sliding door is opened. A bright grin stretches across Eddie's tired face as he gets closer to his little girl, happily squirming in her car seat and drinking juice out of her bottle.

"Da-dee!"

Eddie lets his bag slide off his shoulder and onto the ground but Wayne picks it up and puts it next to Emma's diaper bag.

"Hi, baby!" Eddie coos as he unbuckles her. "Good morning!" He kisses her cheek and buries his nose in her hair, a chesnut brown like her dad's, and cuddles her close. "I missed you so much. Did you have fun with papaw last night?"

"She fussed a little after you left but I got her settled," Wayne says. He holds up a McDonald's bag. "Decided she was gonna get an early start this morning so I figured yall could use some breakfast."

Eddie's stomach chooses the right time to growl and his mouth waters. Last he ate was a TV dinner around one in the morning. Eddie tells Wayne to pick a spot in the visitor's parking lot and then takes Emma back inside the hospital with him.

He doesn't see Steve when he gets to the ER.

"Hey, Steve hasn't left yet, has he?"

A nurse, Jen, Eddie thinks her name is, looks at him and immediately starts cooing at the (admittedly adorable) baby in his arms that's looking around with curious eyes and drinking her juice.

"Steve's in the locker room getting changed, he's just about to clock out. Who is this little cutie?"

Eddie grins and bounces Emma lightly. "This is Emma, my little monster. She gets all her cuteness from her other dad."

Jen's face falls for a second but before Eddie can ask what's wrong, Emma squeals way too loudly for a hospital at 7:30 in the morning and almost throws her bottle in her excitement.

"Da! Da!"

Steve looks just about as tired as Eddie feels and he can practically hear their bed calling their names. But Steve's eyes light up when he hears who's calling for him and a sort of puppy-like grin takes over his face, dopey and happy.

Emma is already reaching for him and Steve quickly strides over and takes her in his arms.

"Good morning, lovebug," Steve says, enveloping her in the gentlest hug he can muster. He breathes in her natural baby smell and closes his eyes.

Eddie's hand goes to his waist to keep him awake and Steve hums, opening his eyes and leaning into give Eddie a peck on the cheek.

"Morning, baby," he murmurs, all traces of teasing and flirting from the night before gone and replaced with open affection.

Steve doesn’t need to look at Jen to know her jaw is probably on the floor.

Eddie returns the kiss on Steve's lips. "Morning, sweetheart. Wayne’s waiting with breakfast outside. Seems like little miss princess here decided she was gonna wake up early, early today." He tickles Emma's tummy as he says this, causing her to laugh around her binky and try to push his fingers away.

"Food sounds so good right now," Steve practically whines.

Jen is still staring between the three of them. Steve smiles sheepishly.

"Sorry you didn't win your money. I should’ve told you, Eddie and I have been together for years. Emma's our daughter." He shifts Emma in his arms and gives everyone a wave. "I'll see you guys later."

He and Eddie walk out of the hospital hand in hand. They eat their breakfast in the parking lot and Wayne follows them to their house to stay up with Emma while Steve and Eddie get some much needed sleep.

When they go back into work later that evening, they fess up to everyone and Eddie gives Jen $50 right from his own wallet.

[yesimwriting]

“one jealous fit away from openly making a move on bestie in the most unhinged way possible”

keep talking keep talking

On a real one tho Armand is so close to crashing out that you can see the crazy in his eyes. It’s definitely not the good nurse tonight!

I LOVE jealous Armand, even though he is unhinged.

This isn't exactly Armand fully crossing the line but it is fairly unhinged and also much more gremlin than bestie's used to <3

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The warmth pulsing through you is as consuming as it is distant, the bulk of it infesting the part of your mind responsible for self preservation. The only urge, the only instinct you're capable of recognizing is the desire to not let this feeling slip into nothingness.

The person who's beyond committed to keeping you from your goal is standing between you and the guestroom door. Armand's stillness would feel like an improvement in his demeanor if it wasn't for the tension in his stance.

"After being constantly subjected to your presence, after seeing the way that you've so completely infatuated Louis, I began to convince myself that there might be something more to you than what the world perceives you as." His words are too sharp, too poignant to feel genuine. "But clearly I've overestimated you."

You sigh, allowing your head to angle itself to one side. Armand's more disheveled than you're used to him being, his sleeves pushed up enough to reveal his forearms and a loose curl falling across his forehead.

"Because the world begins and ends with your opinion." You wipe at your eyes as you try to force yourself to straighten. "I want another shot."

Armand scoffs, the sound more aggressive than you thought possible. "You've had enough."

His certainty morphs your general want into obligation. If his actions tonight have shown you anything, it's that he's deluded himself into thinking that holds authority over you. The last thing you need to do is validate him.

You push yourself to stand, your hand pressing itself against the mattress. "That's not your call." The floor beneath your feet isn't the steadying force you were hoping it'd be. "Especially after what you did."

He takes a step towards you. "After what I did?" He echoes your sentiments with a harshness that a more sober version of yourself might have had the decency to flinch at. "You're the one who had to be stopped from running off with some stranger--"

You roll your eyes. "I wasn't 'running off'--he had an in at this party downtown, and I was going to take you and Louis, but then you started freaking out." Armand continues to pace forward. "And he wasn't a stranger stranger, I told you he knew this girl I used to hang out with all the time."

"The stranger that had his hands all over you happens to run in the same circles as the crowd of girls that only call you when they want someone to gush over while drunk." You resist the urge to scoff. What does Armand know about your friendships outside of Louis? "That makes all the difference."

You take a step towards him, crossing your arms in front of your chest in an attempt at stabilizing yourself. There are several arguments you could make against most of his points, but the only rebuttal you can manage to say out loud is a flat, "He wasn't all over me--we were just talking."

Armand moves forward again, this time only stopping when he's so close you have to angle your head back to keep looking him in the eye. "Just talking," he repeats slowly. You blink, pressing your fingers into your forearms in an attempt at making yourself feel more present. "That's what's wrong with you."

"What?"

He's silent as he studies you. "Everyone is so focused on fawning over you that no one ever thinks to tell you 'no'." Your lips part, but before you can finish piecing together a response, your precarious grasp on stability slips. You lose your balance, your foot forgetting how to exist within the confines a high heel. Armand's hand finds your shoulder before you can actually stumble. "And when someone does, you begin to behave like a spoiled child."

You frown before lifting an arm. Your fingers bend around his wrist, but you can't bring yourself to try to push him away. "You're the one throwing a fit."

He scoffs, his hold on you tightening, "Even your beloved Louis's afraid of falling out of your good graces by advising you against something."

What. His words have to be nothing more than another attempt at digging at your skin, at hurting you in order to make you listen. You're not a perfect person, and you may not always be the perfect friend, but you know your relationship with Louis. "He knows he can say anything to me."

"Yes, and when his gentle pleas don't impact your actions in the slightest, he asks me to do what he can't to keep you from making mistakes."

Something uneasy coils itself around your stomach. The thought of Louis being uncomfortable around you in any capacity is enough to immediately make you feel nauseous. However, the concept of Louis and Armand conspiring on the best ways to handle you is sickening in a completely different way.

You pull his hand away from your shoulder, and he does nothing to keep you from prying yourself out of his grasp. "Fine, since you and Louis like discussing the best way to handle me, maybe you can both take the time to figure out how to get me to leave that party."

Your purse--you just need to find your--and your phone, and you'll call that guy.

"You're not leaving."

To him, the words are so clearly an inevitability. You turn around before you can think through your reaction. "What are you going to do? Make me stay here?" You scoff before turning to face the guestroom door again.

It takes you a second longer than it should for your mind to refocus on what you're looking for. After a beat, your eyes settle on your purse--abandoned on your dresser. Your mind has just started to acknowledge this new goal when you're pulled out of place too suddenly for you to even react.

Your back hits something firm with enough force to make it difficult to take a full breath. The suddenness of it all would have made your head hurt if it wasn't for the palm resting against the back of your skull.

You blink, once and then twice as you try to resist the panicked ache attempting to root itself in your chest. Armand's staring at you with a patience that's unnerving, one hand on your upper arm and the other pressed between the wall and your head.

"You're forgetting all of the things I could do to you." His voice is devoid of all emotion.

For a long moment, all you can bring yourself to do is stare at him. His features are sharp but not harsh, some underlying quality you can't quite place making him seem softer. "You're going to kill me for trying to go to a party?"

His fingers bend themselves into the roots of your hair with just enough force to make you feel the implication of pressure. "You make ending your life sound like such an ordeal." Armand's hold on your hair tightens in a way that leaves you angling your head away from him. "Because you don't realize how little it would take for me to go through with it."

While this is the first time he's ever made the threat from this proximity, you're still not impressed by his attempts at trying to convince you that tonight was his last straw.

The hand on your arm carefully shifts up to your shoulder. Armand leans forward. Before you can think to react, his lips brush against your collarbone. "A little more pressure," the words are soft, whispered against the side of your neck. He leans in again, pressing his lips against your pulse point. "Right here."

You're more focused on your breathing than you are on thinking of an actual reaction. "Again," you exhale carefully, "All over a party?"

He straightens just enough to pull away from you, but makes no other attempt at creating genuine distance. "All over you becoming more trouble than you're worth."

The phrasing stings more than it should. You frown, reaching for him without thinking, your hand settling against his forearm. "You really think that?"

Armand shifts back enough to fully look at you. His eyes are wider than you expected them to be, and something about the look feels heavy. He drags his thumb against your shoulder. "Unfortunately, you're worth more trouble than you should be." You're not sure what to make of the statement. "Get ready for bed," his tone leaves no room for argument, "Louis won't be able to sleep if he doesn't see you settled before morning."

"Well, with you around to make sure that everything works out exactly how Louis wants it to, why would he need to?"

He squeezes your arm. "Don't start anything else tonight." When you don't ease, Armand continues, "You're worth more than I anticipated, but you're not worth everything."

You sigh. Maybe it wouldn't be the end of the world to avoid anymore confrontation tonight. "Fine, I guess you ratting him out can stay our secret."

He presses his lips together briefly. "Louis is my companion of nearly eight decades, I did not 'rat him out'."

Basically telling you that Louis told him to get you out of that club so that he could remain completely innocent feels a lot like ratting him out, but you're not trying to pull apart your newfound piece, so you decide to let it go.

Armand shifts carefully, his hand carefully un-weaving itself from the roots of his hair. He takes a moment to smooth your hair back into place. "However, I'd appreciate it if you didn't rat me out."

There's something lighthearted about his attempt at adopting a phrase that came from you. It's enough to ease you into a mock debate. "Well, we don't have eight decades of history, but I have it on good authority that I'm becoming more trouble than I'm worth, so..."

He pulls away from you a little more, one of his hands remaining on your shoulder. "That's something you can complain about after getting ready for bed."

Armand squeezes your arm before letting you go entirely.

[bagdaddyb]

Self Centered

Summary: Wednesday realizes just how self-centered she has been. (reader has powers connected to nature)

Pairing: fem!Reader x Wednesday

Warning: slight angst

AN: Love the Wednesday character. Cold emotionless cutoff while also sadistic mean and cruel

"No Wednesday."

Those were the words you'd muttered to the girl before disappearing into the crowd. No. Wednesday was almost unsure how to process it. Since she'd came to this school of miscreants there hadn't been a single person not willing to bend to her will and since you'd started.... whatever it is you have with Wednesday you'd never turned away from any of her desires. So what changed? By the time Wednesday has recovered from the blatant rejection you're long gone and she's left to do nothing but return to Ophelia hall. She goes over the whole interaction again, taking note of your slumped shoulders and baggy eyes. You weren't yourself today, honestly if Wednesday truly thought about it you hadn't been yourself for some time. How long had it been since your demeanor changed? You don't smile at her anymore, you never seek her attention. When was the last time she'd spoken to you before today? She's been so caught up trying to investigate her stalker that she's completely neglected other parts of her life. Entering her shared room she's unsurprised and slightly disappointed to see Enid laying in her bed speaking with Thing.

"I just don't think this color suits your skin tone, the lighter green would go much better."

Thing taps and signs in response causing Enid to gasp.

"You take that back."

Upon hearing the door close the blonde's attention is grabbed eyes locking with black ones.

"Hey Weds, how's the investigation? Did (Y/N) agree to head into the forest with you tonight?"

"No."

The ravenette says as she neatly deposits her things on her side of the room moving towards her desk chair to start her writing hour.

"I'm not surprised."

Enid lets out in response gaze moving back to the display of nail polishes she put out for Thing to choose from. This catches Wednesday's attention, turning in her chair she burns Enid with her glare.

"Why is that?"

"Well she literally almost died during your last 'investigation' when she was stabbed and said "I'm never helping you again Wednesday Addams" while I stitched her up."

Before she continues Enid lets out a sigh muttering she's gonna kill me under her breath before continuing.

"And I'm going to tell you this because you're my best friend, (Y/N) has been unhappy for some time. You treat her more like your minion than partner. You drag her along on these dangerous stunts where she almost always gets hurt yet you never put forth any effort into the relationship, the last few things she's agreed to have been purely because thats the only way she gets to spend time with you. She is tired of it all being one sided so you need to get your act together unless you want to loose this relationship you pretend to not care about."

As Enid speaks its like a light bulb pops above Wednesday's head, recalling past encounters, conversations, and arguments she now finds herself feeling conflicted over. Standing abruptly Wednesday leaves her room, completely disregarding Enid and her writing hour. She needed to find you. It was never her intention to use you, or was it? She'd been approaching this like she would approach anything else but she now realizes that in and of itself is the problem. This isn't anything else. As much as she will deny it she cares for you in a way that is completely foreign to her. Arriving at your dorm room she knocks three times. Waiting only thirty seconds before knocking again.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Wednesday bites back her snarky remarks when Bianca opens your shared dorm door. The siren does nothing to hide her disgusted face in turn.

"(Y/N) isn't here. She's always in the gardens during this time. Of course you'd know that if you cared about anyone other than yourself."

That is all the ravenette gets before the door is slammed in her face, Wednesday's eyebrows furrow as she turns on her heel. Just how self centered had she been? In her eight months of knowing you and five months of courting she'd learned little to nothing about you. Besides physical attributes and your general knowledge Wednesday never made an effort to get to know you better lazer focused on the hyde investigation then later her stalker you were always kept on the back burner. For the first time in her life guilt washes over her and it makes her bristle. Her feet move quickly towards the garden, entering she doesn't even have to look following your voice carrying through the flowers. Wednesday can't help the way her lips turn in disgust as she walks, the garden was to bright countless flowers planted aimlessly with no value yet she couldn't deny the health of the garden. Every flower in bloom properly watered and glowing. Coming around a corver she sees why observing you as you sang along the the music coming from your phone. You fingers were at work using your powers to meticulously grow different flowers and plants in healthy soil. You worked diligently so immersed in it that you fail to notice the brooding aura observing you. You fill the flower box you're working on with purple lillies a beautiful contrast to the blue bachelor buttons in the box next to it. Stepping back you observe your work humming in approval before turing to head to a different part of the garden. The moment you spin you freeze eyes meeting black ones you'd never once seen in the garden before. You are truly at a loss of words at the girls presence as she'd never once seeked your company and for a moment you consider pinching yourself. Surely this must be a dream.

"Wednesday? Ummmmm.... what are you doing here?"

"I came to apologize."

Okay now you were sure you were dreaming. You look around before pinching yourself.

"I must be living in the matrix."

You say before looking around again. Not sure if this is true reality. Silence envelopes both of you as Wednesday stares realizing she's never truly had to apologize. Especially not of her own volition. She's stumped on what to say or do but you don't wait long scoffing you begin to walk past the ravenette.

"If this is your way of apologizing spare me."

Wednesday stays quiet denying herself the mean and witty response knowing it wouldn't help her situation as she starts to form words in her brain she follows you past a dead section of the garden three planters tucked away in the middle of the garden that you don't even glance at as you continue foreward. Wednesday pauses for a moment taking in the uncared for section in contrast to the overly cared for garden before moving to quickly catch up with you.

"(Y/N) I apologize for my previous actions. As surprising as it may be I have not realized the fault until now. You are more than my pawn but I have failed to treat you as such. So I hope you can forgive me."

You merely hum in response not taking your eyes off the planter you stood infront of.

"Ok Wednesday."

You dig your figures in the soil trying to decide what would look best in the array of colors before you. Wednesday can tell her words have little affect and the fact that she may of already lost you causes her stomach to unsettle. Not easily detered she sticks around watching you mend the soil before speaking up again.

"That patch back there full of dead plants, why did you walk right past it? You seem very keen on keeping everything else in the garden grown and healthy."

You jump when she speaks honestly surprised that she was still there.

"Ummmm.."

You hesitate before releasing a sigh and turning to face Wednesday.

"It was a patch of flowers I grew for you when we first began our relationship. I grew them in the beginning as a gift symbolizing the start of our bond. I was going to show them to you the first time I invited you to the garden but as your rejections grew harsher and the light of what our relationship truly was shined brighter..... I stopped caring for the flowers. Now the bushes are barren and dead yet still as symbolic as ever."

You release another sad sigh eyes dropping to the ground before turning back towards the soil.

"If you don't mind Wednesday I'd like to be alone. I'm sure you have more important matters to attend to."

More important. The words Wednesday used everytime you've invited her to the garden. Everytime you've asked to spend time together in Jericho. Everytime you've tried to have conversation about anything other than her current obsession. Everytime you tried to engage her in a subject or activity revolving around you. She'd made you feel unimportant.

"No I don't."

Wednesday pauses a moment unhappy with how unstable her voice sounded.

"While I have failed to prove it in the past you are the most important thing in my life. I...... care for you deeply and I do not wish for our relationship to be forgetten, barren, and dead. This is all new to me..... these feelings, this bond.... but I won't allow myself to be held back by my lack of knowledge. So I will sit here all night if I have to. Today, tomorrow, and the next if that is what it takes for you to forgive me."

Your vision becomes cloudy as tears form in your eyes, the once grey sky becoming dark with clouds and as the first drop falls so does your first tear. This was all you ever wanted, effort. Tears fall as your heart pounds in your chest after finally being showed you meant something to the Addams girl and if that wasn't enough the feeling of a hand wrapping around your forarm was.

"I'm sorry mon cher."

Another apology things that were unknown from Wednesday Addams coupled with physical contact something you'd never experienced from the girl.

"I forgive you."

[alasijia]

I'LL IMAGINE WE FELL IN LOVE

ft. subaru kagami, haku kusanagi, zenji kotodama

summary ; the hotarubi ghouls and lyrics from blue by yung kai.

notes : hi tkdb fandom i got roped up in this silly game and started writing for it. oops. sorry if they're ooc in any way, im still kinda new ... (ﾉД`)

SUBARU KAGAMI

"You'd be mine, would you mind if I took your hand tonight?

Know you're all that I want this life."

Subaru had never been one for physical affection. He'd feel far too guilty about having taken an nonconsensual glimpse into the other person's memories. Poor boy, really.

There's no difference in his reaction when your fingertips brush against his skin when you had picked up the sweet little treat Subaru had offered you from his hand. You barely even had any time to react before he started apologizing profusely, slipping on his gloves.

Subaru paused when he felt your hand on his skin again, images of your memories flashing through his head. He tried to pull away, only to find that your hand was wrapped tightly around his wrist. He looked up at you, an understandable look of confusion and surprise marring his pretty features. "I don't have anything to hide from you." Is all you say, with that sweet smile Subaru had fallen for. Your hand moves from his wrist, instead slipping your fingers between his own.

He finds himself unable to stop the pink dusting his cheeks, eyes wide.

You, however, took that as a negative reaction, pulling your hand away. But as soon as you did, his face fell almost imperceptibly, and he gently wrapped his hand around your own again.

Subaru thought it was greedy of him. He had everything already, fame, influence, the academy's trust, and so on. But he couldn't stop this feelings of wanting more.

No maybe not, because he would throw away all of those things if he could have you. You're the only thing he wants in this life.

HAKU KUSANAGI

"My love will always stay by you

It's stuck with you forever, so promise you won't let it go

I'll trust the universe will always bring me to you."

Haku has a playful and flirtatious aura about him that isn't lost to those he graces with his presence. It's simply in his nature – "a devilish charm," as Zenji puts it.

Him doing all these romantic gestures of giving you his umbrella or jacket, or walking you back to the cathedral after you've helped out in Hotarubi never really crossed your mind as, well, romantic. Though that seems rather silly now if you were to think about it.

But now you're wondering if this is all really just platonic when you find your hand on his chest, his heartbeat drumming against it steadily. It's faster than usual, you note. "Feel that? It's all yours, princess." He says in his usual playful, light-hearted tone. And for a second you want to reply with "Feel what? Your tit?" but the words die on your tongue as you catch sight of the distinctively soft gaze he has on you. The way he's looking at you doesn't match the tone he's saying those stupidly romantic words with, and you're not sure anymore whether you want to believe that this is all still purely platonic or that it's been romantic this whole time.

You don't say anything in response, but the way your body relaxes and you move to lean your head on his shoulder speaks volumes. Maybe you can't be together in this life, but the way he looks at you has you believing that Haku would find you in the next one, and the one after, and so on, no matter what it takes.

ZENJI KOTODAMA

"I think I'll picture us, you with the waves

The ocean's colors on your face

I'll leave my heart with your air"

Beauty can be found in anything. Zenji, being the artistic and passionate man he is, couldn't agree more to this statement. He finds beauty in anything and everything, even the seashell you picked up by the shore. He even wrote a poem about it.

Having been so distracted by Zenji's singing, you accidentally dropped the seashell, the object getting washed away by the waves. Without thinking, you ran into the water to chase after it, the small waves crashing against your feet as you trudged deeper and deeper into the ocean.

At some point, Zenji must have noticed you were missing, judging from his exclamation of "My dear! Be careful!" coming from behind you that the whole beach could probably hear... if he wasn't a ghost. Either way, his voice was enough to stop you from going any further, now realizing that you were knee-deep in the water.

You take a few steps back, a sigh escaping your lips as you realize and accept that that seashell was good as gone.

What you didn't realize though, was the way Zenji was looking at you. The moonlight casted a soft, silver glow on your face, highlighting your features. Zenji always knew you were beautiful, but this moment in particular, he could almost feel his heart beating wildly in his chest as if he were alive again. He truly felt like he could ascend right at that moment.

You had your gaze fixed on the horizon in front of you, and was only broken out of your trance as you hear Zenji start to compose yet another ode, only this time, it was about the fair maiden in front of him.

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

The past is not dead (you buried it while it still breathed)

hope here needs a humble hand - series masterlist here

pairing: platonic bruce wayne x reader, platonic batfamily x reader

length: 1.8k

genre: hurt/comfort, angst with a happy (hopeful) ending

warnings: Bruce is,,,, not so perfect here, it's post Jason's death so uuh it's kinda about that, Timmy's also having issues, also he's robin rn, there's just a lot here but it's like the early days and things are gonna get better ya know

a/n: you would not believe the week I had to drag myself thru before writing this lmao

Tim is spinning around in the chair used for the Batcomputer when you come into the Cave, pulling your mask off and tossing it somewhere as Batman, himself, follows after you. He doesn't remove his cowl, content to fight with you while he keeps himself masked - hidden away. Tim can't find it in him to be surprised.

"You can't do that," you say to Batman, pointing a finger to his chest. "You can't just chase after me all night and step in to save me every time you think something might be going wrong." Tim stops spinning as he stares at the two of you, at Batman towering over you. You're good at pretending you're not afraid, he's realized. But no one's quite good enough when they're up against the Dark Knight.

"You don't tell me what I can and can't do," is Batman's only response. 

"This is my life, Bruce. My job. Not yours. You don't get to take this from me," you push back. He crosses his arms over his chest and Tim shifts in his seat.

"I'm not taking anything from you," Batman responds, and his voice is enough that you shift your weight on your feet, like you're trying to stop yourself from taking a step back, away from him. "This is my city. You are my responsibility. If you go out there and act recklessly, you'll be taking this from yourself. Do you understand that?" There's a part of Tim that feels he should leave, Batman's raising voice thundering through the Cave. This isn't really a conversation he wants to witness - it isn't a struggle he feels he should be part of. But mostly, he thinks that moving will get him caught, and he can't help but feel a bit like a rabbit caught in a snare that wasn't meant for him. Tim pulls at the fabric of his pants, rubbing a hand over the Robin insignia on his chest, and feels sort of like he's someone he shouldn't be. 

"I don't need a keeper," you bite back. "I need you to let me do my job - I need you to let me take care of myself."

"Then why are you here?" This time, you do take a step back, letting his words cut you. "Why are you part of this family, then?"

"Am I, Bruce? Am I really?" This time, Tim does let himself slouch down in the chair a bit, your own yells bouncing around the Cave. "Is that what you call a family? A bunch of strays you pick up off the streets because it makes you feel like a hero?"

"You need to stop," Batman presses, his voice loud enough to drown out yours, reaching forward to put his hands on your shoulders. "You need to let me -"

"I don't need to -"

"You need to let me take care of you, Jason -"

That, of course, is enough to make everyone freeze, your eyes wide as you and Tim both stare at Batman's heaving shoulders and the tight grip he has on you. You're sure his knuckles are turning white with the way he's holding onto your shoulders, but you make no move to stop him.

"I'm not… Jason, Bruce. He's… gone," you say gently, and something about it rips Bruce out of whatever state he was in, his hands pulling away from you as he takes a lurching step back. 

"Bruce -" you start, but he's already fleeing, his cape covering him as he turns and, before you or Tim can say anything, he's disappeared out of the Cave and back towards the streets of Gotham.

"I almost feel bad for the criminals he'll find tonight," Tim says - a desperate attempt to break the silence. You wince as you consider it, but shoot Tim a small smile, nonetheless, as you walk over to him. Sitting up on the desk next to the computer, you let your legs swing back and forth as you watch him, his hand absentmindedly rubbing over the Robin insignia painting his chest as he stares at where Bruce had just been.

"It's not your fault, Tim," you say quietly. He looks at you like you've just shot him.

"I didn't say it was," he splutters. You nod.

"I know. But… it's still nice to hear, sometimes, isn't it?" You ask. Tim pauses his hand's movement, bringing it away from his chest to grip onto the chair arm, instead.

"It's not… it's not your fault, either," he points out, and the chair arm creaks under the weight of his grip. "It's not your fault."

For his sake, you pretend to believe him. You hope you're a better liar than he is, just this once.

It's days before you see Batman again, the two of you flickering by each other like shadows, indistinguishable from the backgrounds of the dark corners you belong in. You're sure he's still around, sure he's still tracking you and making sure you stay in line. You're also sure you still don't like it.

You wonder if he's watching you the night you stumble into Red Hood, the cases you're working on tangling your paths together as you stare at him across the docks. His gun is in his hand, and you wonder, a bit abruptly, if he'll shoot you when you get in his way. 

"Thought the Bowery was your corner, Hood," you say cautiously, eyeing him under your mask. The moonlight above you ripples down between the clouds, casting shards of light onto your hidden faces. "You're a long way from home."

"Could say the same about you," he spits, his hand tightening on his gun. You shift your weight, bracing yourself for whatever fight this might turn into. "You're a bird flying too far from the nest."

"It's not my nest," you say back too quickly, and you wince internally at how directly his snub hurt you. "I'm not a Robin - as you can see through that helmet, I hope. These docks have known me longer than Batman has."

"Yea, but he owns you now, doesn't he?" Red Hood drawls, trying to push you - trying to bait you. You grit your teeth together. 

"And he doesn't own you?" You quip back. "You really think you're free of him?" He huffs at that, spinning his gun in his hand as he leans back on his heels.

"Yea, go on," he snaps. "Keep talking. See where that smart mouth gets you around here." "Are you threatening me?" You push. He slides his gun into his holster.

"I don't think I need to," he shrugs. "It'll catch up to you without my help." You sigh, ever so slightly, letting yourself relax a bit, letting the possibility of a fight cool from your mind. Red Hood pauses, the white eyes of his helmet staring through you. There's a drop to his shoulders, a heaviness to him that makes you wish you could see his face. You wonder if he would ever really shoot you - and then you feel a bit nauseous for ever thinking he would.

"I'm just saying," you push on, suddenly wishing you knew how to make peace - wishing your hands knew how to extend an olive branch. "The past doesn't die just because you bury it, Hood. Either dig it up, yourself, or it'll climb out of that grave on its own."

"Excuse me?" He bites back. You hold your hands up in surrender, already stepping back as you begin to let yourself disappear into the shadows behind you. 

"Hey, it's up to you," you say. "But… you know. Start running now, you'll never stop, right?"

Red Hood stands on that dock for longer than he cares to, after that - after you leave, disappearing in a way that feels an awful lot like running away. His ears ring as your words play over in his head, as he thinks of the boy who died and the thing that came back in his place. He wonders if you take your own advice, ever, then scoffs, kicking at a rock as he turns to leave. 

It's not running away, he tells himself. The boy I was is dead and the thing I am now might as well be.

You do go home that night - eventually, creeping back into the Cave. You're not sure if you expected Bruce to be sitting there, cowl resting by the desk as he stares at the Batcomputer. You're not sure if you're really surprised that he's tracking you up on the screen, having been following your movements all night. 

"You need to loosen your grip, Bruce," you say firmly standing behind him. He doesn't turn in his chair to face you.

"I won't have another one of you die because of me. I won't fail you like that." His words make you sigh as you reach a hand up to rub the back of your neck. 

"You won't have the chance to fail us if you keep pushing us away," you point out. This time, Bruce does turn in the chair, looking up at you where you're now standing in front of him.

"I met Jason tonight," you say honestly, your eyes searching him for any kind of reaction.

"I know," is Bruce's response, though. You roll your eyes.

"Does anything happen in this city without you knowing?" 

"No, that's the point," he says. It's as close as he gets to joking and you recognize it for what it is and what it isn't. An outstretched hand, but not an apology. A plead for peace, but nothing more. 

"If you want to talk about failing your Robins, maybe pay some attention to Tim," you point out. He stiffens.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm just saying," you rock back on your heels, glancing over at where Jason's Robin uniform is encased in glass, a constant memory of the one Batman couldn't save. "You wouldn't want him to, ah, fall through the crack, so to speak. Slip through your fingers - you know what I mean."

Bruce stares at you hard after that, his arms crossed. You hold your hands up in surrender and wonder if he knows how much of himself is in Jason's demeanour, in his life, still.

"I'm not going back out there tonight, so," you gesture to the Batcomputer as you walk away, "you know." He doesn't respond and you don't wait for him to, slipping away from him and up towards the Manor. As you glance back on your way out, though, you can't help but notice him still staring intently at the screens, his profile on Red Hood up while he tracks the vigilante across the city. You wonder if Jason knows how much Bruce loves and misses him - and then you wonder if Bruce, himself, has realized it at all.

[kkcauseway]

Hurry Home

Husband Joel Miller x pregnant f!reader

Summary: Your due date is fast approaching and the last thing you expect is to go into labour when Joel isn't home, meaning you have to call him out of work. Even more so, you don't expect that Joel will end up delivering your daughter in the truck on the way to the hospital. Content/warnings: TW-Childbirth. Joel being the cutest most supportive husband. Accidentally giving birth in Tommy's truck on the way to the hospital. So much fluff. No outbreak/ no use of y/n. Word count: 3.4K A/N: Another cute pregnancy fic because I am obsessed with making them! Hope you enjoy!

Main Masterlist I My other pregnancy fics

It’s 6am and you’re not usually awake but in the final stages, final days of pregnancy you’re finding yourself restless so you’re awake usually before Joel’s alarm is anywhere near ready to go off.

This morning is no different.

He’s only just got up himself when you walk into the kitchen. “Mornin’ baby” he utters sat at the table sipping at his coffee. He observes how sunken in on yourself you are, and you only give him a small smile in response. “S’wrong?” He sits straighter immediately noticing something’s amiss.

“Just real tired and achy” you moan as you move over to grab yourself some coffee “please don’t lecture me about coffee today I need it” you speak over your shoulder before turning back to pour.

“Baby m’not gonna lecture you.” He chuckles “you know I only do that as a joke about you sendin’ the baby crazy, you know I don’t mean it. S’goin on? I can tell somethin’s up.”

“Like I say I’m just really tired but no matter what I can’t sleep. And my backs absolutely killing” you utter back still to him as you add sugar. With your coffee made you turn to face him leaning on your elbows against the kitchen island.

To your surprise he’s up and making his way over, hands making their way to your lower back and rubbing.

He can see just how tired you are so doesn’t want to push anymore. Changing the subject seems the right port of call. “Shall I pick up some takeout for dinner on my way back?” He quizzes whilst he rubs.

You could really go for eating your body weight in spring rolls right about now…

After taking a sip of your coffee and groaning slightly at how amazing his hands feel, which perks you up instantly you reply “yeah sounds like a plan. Chinese?”

“Whatever y’want baby.”

“I’ll let you know if baby changes her mind but right now it’s Chinese for the win.” You laugh taking another sip of your flawless coffee. Joel always makes it so perfect and it’s one of the very first things you bonded over when you met. Strong black coffee. You know after a few more sips you’ll have had enough and you know that your midwife advised against it, but being as exhausted as you are you rely on that morning coffee boost.

“Which job are you working on again today I keep forgetting?” You chuckle turning in his arms to look him in the eye. He keeps his hands round your waist. You’re silently cursing your baby brain for making you forget literally every single thing of importance. The only things you remember now are which shops supply your favourite snacks, most of which you feel bad for eating but then say fuck it and eat them anyways because the baby wants them, and calories most definitely don’t count when you’re pregnant.

He grabs his mug from the counter taking a big swig of coffee, finishing it, and you watch the way his throat moves as he swallows it. Fuck… it should be illegal how sexy he is. As he quickly turns to place the mug in the sink he replies “workin’ at the Stevenson’s again. We’re behind schedule ain’t we and I don’t think the weathers gonna hold out on us again today so that’s probably gonna fuck it all up.” Great which most likely means he’s gonna be late back tonight. You huff as he continues. “N’Tommy hurt his back yesterday so that’s gonna slow us down, plus I still haven’t heard back from the suppliers and without them I can’t fin- baby?” He’s at your side instantly concerned.

Whilst he’d started droning on about his day which you are genuinely interested in no matter how boring a pain had begun washing over your body and from that point on you weren’t able to hear what he was saying. You just leant against the island as you held the underside of your bump groaning softly. The second he noticed he jumped into action.

“Baby what’s wrong?” He rubs at your back waiting on a response.

You take a deep breath as you stand up straight “I don’t know, that wasn’t nice.”

He keeps rubbing at your lower back as he stares at you. He knew something was wrong he could sense it the moment you entered the room.

“Do I need t’have the day off? You know I will baby just say the word.”

“No I’m sure I’ll be okay, just a bit crampy today. Maybe it’s them Braxton hicks the midwife was telling us about?”

Joel’s eyes keep flicking between your bump and your face, nerves evident. You chuckle softly as you stare at him “look I promise I’ll call you if I need you, but you’ve got a busy day you said it yourself you’re behind.”

“Yeah, but you’re more important than work you know that clients will understand if-”

You smile up at him jumping in placing a hand to his chest. “Joel, I promise I’ll be okay.”

He nods definitely reluctant to leave placing his hand over yours and stroking it “Fine, but I want you restin’ up today, okay?”

“Promise.”

“Good girl.” He kisses your forehead as he moves his hand to stroke over your bump.

—-

It’s a few hours later whilst he’s at work that his phone begins vibrating in his pocket. With the noise going on it’s impossible to hear anything so with the worrying morning you had he made sure vibrate was switched on. When he takes it out and sees your name lighting up on the screen, it’s like he knows instantly that something’s wrong. You’d never just call unless you know it’s his lunch break so it’s serious. And he’s sure he knows what’s going on before he’s even hit accept.

He quickly removes himself from the house to a quiet place and rips off his gloves.

“Baby you, okay?”

“She’s coming, this is for real.”

“Shit baby really?”

“Yeah, they’re getting worse. I thought I’d be able to get through it till you got back. I thought it was just Braxton hicks, but I just had a really bad one a few minutes ago, it’s happening I’m sure of it.” You pant heavily down the receiver.

“Okay baby, it’s okay you’re okay, you’re okay.” He repeats and isn’t in hundred percent on if the words are actually for you or for himself. And he’s pretty sure if you tell him your waters have gone that he’s going to have an aneurysm. “Have your waters broke?”

“No” you pant “not yet.”

He can’t help the slight sigh of relief that leaves him. “Okay baby m’comin’ just gonna tell Tommy n’I’ll be on my way, okay?”

“Oh god I’m having another one!” You begin moaning down the phone, it’s agonising and it’s even harder having to do it alone.

“Just breathe. Just breathe that’s it, I’m on my way baby I won’t be long.” He reassures as he runs through the house to find where Tommy is.

“It really hurts Joel!”

“I know baby I know, m’comin’ I promise, sorry m’not there but m’comin’.”

Having found Tommy outside on a what he’s calling a ‘cigarette recharge break’ he runs over to him.

“You best not be comin’ here t’scold me again I told you they help with stress.”

“Tommy I couldn’t give a flyin’ fuck about you smokin’ right now. I gotta go babies comin’” he utters quickly moving the phone to press against his shoulder as he speaks to him.

“Really?” His shocked expression making Joel chuckle as he freezes cigarette millimetres from his mouth.

“Yeah, m’serious I gotta go.”

“Shit.” He takes a quick puff before throwing it to the floor putting it out with his boot. Puffing out the smoke. “I’ll drive you. I’ll tell Bob t’hold the fort, I’ll leave and come back.”

“Sure?”

“Definitely.”

He nods moving the phone back to his ear. “Baby y’still there?”

“Yeah m’here, shit they’re getting close Joel. I can’t talk through them anymore that’s when the midwife said it’s getting serious!” 

“S’okay, Tommy’s gonna drop me to yah okay, is the bag still ready?” He’s out of breath as he questions running to Tommy’s truck.

“Yeah, it’s by the door and the- ugh- the car seat. I’m so glad we planned ahead.” You’re breathing heavily still recovering from the pain.

“Okay, good that’s good.” You can hear the truck door slamming in the background “we’re in the truck we’re comin’, okay? Did y’call the midwife?”

“Yeah, I called earlier. When I called, she said they were still too far apart to go yet either wait till they’re closer together and lasting longer or if my waters break and they’re getting closer so I don’t think it’s gonna be long till we can go.”

“Okay, okay baby m’comin, I’ll be there soon baby I love you. You get yourself ready and call me again if y’need me.”

—-

When Joel makes it home, you’re trying to put your shoes on but are instead struggling through a pain. He rushes to you rubbing at your back as you pant through it. “You’re okay baby I’m here I’m here.”

“We need to go! They’re so close now they’re basically on top of one another, I called triage again the midwife said to go now.”

“Okay baby. Tommy offered t’take us save me drivin.’ You get ya shoes on I’ll get all this in the truck.”

You nod watching as his flustered figure leaves with the bag and car seat. When you’re able to move again you slip on your slippers and he’s back to help you walk towards the truck.

You’re leaning on him as you walk and when he gets to the truck, he releases you to open the door. That’s when you feel something major change below and you gasp as you hold onto the underside of your bump.

“What? What is it?” He looks back at you.

You look down at the floor the puddle now growing surrounding your feet. “My waters Joel!”

“Okay it’s okay it’s fine means it’s definitely happenin’, but we are gonna go now, okay?”

“Oh fuck Joel!” Your body keels over as another pain rips through you. “Fuck holy fuck…” Joel’s quick to be rubbing at your back, hoping to help if only a tiny bit.

He’s so beautiful when it comes to helping you through the pain, he’s exactly what you need. “You’ve got this baby.” He whispers as he holds you close whilst still pushing on your back. It’s agonising, but slightly more bearable now he’s at your side.

Once you straighten, he looks into your eyes with a smile brushing shine hair out of your face. “Okay?”

You nod, and with the all clear he helps you climb into the truck. You can’t help the way you groan uncomfortably at the movement.

“Hey sugar.” Tommy looks back to you.

“Hi” you groan as Joel shuts the door when you’re in. “I’m sorry you had to come out of work.”

“I’m glad of the break don’t worry yourself sugar, you’re more important than work. This niece o’mine is so much more important.”

Joel climbs in the other side groaning as he pulls the door to.

“I’m not strapping myself in I’m too uncomfortable” you groan as you move to sit leaning against the door, kick off your sodden slippers and put your legs over Joel’s lap. He rubs your shins gently with his hand as he studies you. “That’s fine baby.”

The journey is agony every pothole and bump in the road moving you in ways they shouldn’t. Causing extra spasms in your back.

After ten minutes of driving your pains still getting worse with hardly any space between them anymore you can’t help but work yourself up. “Fuck it wasn’t supposed to be like this.” You groan as you squeeze onto the hand Joel’s given you.

“Baby, you know that this baby don’t ever do anythin’ by the book how long did it take f’us to find out she was a girl cus of the way she was dancin’! And how many times has she scared the shit outa us by goin’ quiet. She likes to do her own thing that’s all.”

You just huff struggling as another pain begins to take over. “But I need everything to be okay, what if it’s not okay!”

“Hey, no no do not start doin’ that, calm down and just breathe take it easy, she’s comin’ in her own time and she’s gonna be just fine.”

It’s when you’ve been going another fifteen minutes or so and the hospitals another ten minutes away that you suddenly feel like you need to push. When you think on how fast that seems to be you don’t believe it, but the pressure tells you it’s time.

You reach the hand that isn’t squeezing Joel’s into your leggings and that’s when you realise what’s going on “oh god.”

“What baby?” He turns to look at you worried as your eyes bug. He notices where you’ve put your hand, and it sends his heart racing.

“I can feel her head. I need to push!”

His body jolts. “Shit really? We ain’t too far from the hospital now.”

You nod eyes wide. “Joel she’s coming!” You scream as another agonising pain takes over.

He unbuckles his seatbelt as he turns to face you fully. “Hey shhhh, It’s okay baby don’t panic we’re here to help. If y’need t’push an’ get her out just do it okay? Tommy’s gonna keep drivin’ we ain’t too far away now, but if y’gotta get her out just push darlin’.”

“But I don’t want you to look at me down there like this you’ll think I’m gross. You’ll hate me!” You groan tears welling everything feeling way too much right now.

Fuck… You’re about to have your baby in Tommy’s fucking truck…

He chuckles softly “I’d never think that ever when it comes to you darlin’, you’re brinin’ my baby into this world I could never think that’s gross.”

You’re not a hundred percent on if you trust him, but you don’t have time to dwell on it as that wave begins taking over again. Rendering you unable to focus on anything but that feeling, it consumes you as it rips through you. Like absolute fucking torture. “Oh god there’s another one coming I need to push!”

“S’okay baby just do it, lemme get your leggin’s off you just push if you feel like y’need to okay?”

You nod before taking a deep breath and begin pushing before your leggings are even down. Making the most of pushing with the pain whilst it’s there. Joel quickly takes off your leggings and panties. He then spreads your legs so he can watch what goes on.

Whilst the thought of it has you more embarrassed than you’ve ever been. You don’t even bat an eyelid on him looking down there now. You’re in too much pain to care, are too determined to bring your child into this world to focus entirely on the fact that your husband is watching you basically split into two.

You push for what seems like eternity trying your best to put as much energy into it as possible before taking a deep breath.

“I can see her head” he looks from between your legs to your red sweaty face. “She’s really comin’ baby; you were right she’s right there!” He explains in praise as you pant. You don’t miss the way his eyes go misty; he’s really trying to hold himself back from getting emotional.

“I don’t wana wreck Tommy’s truck!” You utter through pants, your chest heaving like never before as you cry softly.

Joel’s lips part and he places his hands to your knees as he’s obviously about to scold you for even thinking that, but Tommy beats him to it.

“No problem sugar I wana meet this niece o’mine I don’t care. My truck should not be a concern o’yours right now honey.” He utters through a chuckle eyes still focused on the road.

Joel nods, “let’s just get her out okay, no one’s gonna be mad if y’ruin the seats in his truck, they can be cleaned, heck replaced if necessary. Just go with what your body is tellin’ yah and push if y’need to.”

You nod. Okay it’s time to do this.

You continue pushing with the next few pains that hit you which at this point with them practically on top of one another it’s a case of push, breath, pant repeat.

“Okay her heads gonna be out on this next one baby, I got a feelin’, keep goin’!” He exclaims and that’s all you need to hear to push again screaming the truck down as you do, you grab your thighs pulling them towards you as you put all your energy into pushing down, and with that her head pops out. You gasp releasing your thighs throwing your head back as you swallow and pant.

“God baby she’s so beautiful, almost there now come on let’s get her out.” He chokes.

“Wait, I just, I wana…” you struggle to get the words out so instead just move your hand so you can feel her. You chuckle wetly as your hand makes contact with her head. You look down between your legs mesmerised by what you’re seeing. You can’t see her face, but her tiny head is covered in brown hair identical to that of her fathers. “Oh my god she’s got your hair.” You cry looking to Joel who is very clearly still fighting back tears of his own.

“Yeah, she does baby. Now come on push and get her out, okay?”

You nod psyching yourself up ready to push with the next pain. It isn’t long till you’re pushing with all you might, grasping your thighs to help you push, having full understanding getting the shoulders out is even harder. You feel her slowly making an appearance and after a final push she’s here!

You cry out as she leaves your body crying instantly and when Joel picks her up to hand her over to you, you sit up slightly and take her against your chest. Crying uncontrollably in cries that match your newborn tiny daughters.

“She’s here, she’s finally here!” You weep as Joel moves closer to you brushing a hand over her tiny head.

“You did it baby m’so proud of you.” He chuckles through cries as he leans over to kiss your forehead. The second she was here he couldn’t keep the tears in any longer. So here the three of you are in Tommy’s truck crying your eyes out.

“Oh my god I did it!”

The shock is so real. It’s all official now…

Parents for life.

“Shit did I ruin the truck?” You quiz trying to look down at the seats.

“Fuck the truck sugar you just had my niece I couldn’t care less.” You can hear the wetness in Tommy’s voice as both you and Joel look in his direction. You meet his eyes in the centre mirror, and you can see they’re red.

“Tommy miller, are you crying?” You chuckle wetly.

“You know I am sugar. How could I not be she’s here!”

“She’s here!” You exclaim again looking down at her kissing the top of her head as you wrap your jacket around her to keep her warm till you make it to the hospital.

“She’s so beautiful baby m’so proud of you.” Joel sobs with a smile.

“Look how tiny she is” you chuckle moving one of your fingers to brush over her forehead to her nose and then over one of her tiny ears. “She’s absolutely beautiful.”

When she stops wailing and is content wrapped in your jacket you pull her away from your body holding her cradled in your arms so you can study her.

“Babe, she looks just like you.” You chuckle as he moves nearer to admire the other most important woman in his life.

It hurts how much you love her already.

When she scrunches her face obviously not happy and wanting food you can’t help laughing. The way her eyebrows furrow, her face goes red, it’s miniature Joel. “Look it’s angry Joel! She’s your twin!”

He sniggers wetly watching the way she wails softly and hating seeing her that way he brings a hand to brush over her head as you bring her back to your chest. The way he shushes her is beautiful to listen to, how attentive he is with her already is something to be admired. As you both try to soothe her Tommy pulls into the hospital.

Thank god you finally made it.

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congratulations on your 100 followers! woohoo! for the event id like to request fem!reader, prompt “Hmm, is that a threat or a promise?” for my beloved captain kidd

hello anon!! thank you for the submission, I was hoping someone would request this for my little cranky red head :3 I know this one isn't very smut heavy buuuuuuuut someone else's request may or may not be a continuation of this story line... so here's some crumbs while I work on that one :3 hope you enjoy <3

Kidd x F!Reader - NSFW - “Hmm, is that a threat or a promise?” - STORY UNDER THE CUT - MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 🔞 CW: SMUT; cockwarming, reader is a brat, inappropriate use of devil fruit powers, kidd is a lil cranky baby, dom!kidd vibes if you squint, mentions of alcohol consumption ---word count 1.6k

You weren’t sure why you had let Quincy convince you to come out to the tavern tonight, given you planned on being up early the next morning to attend the farmer’s market that was held in town so you could stock up on some things before your crew set sail at the end of the week. Yet, here you were, nursing a glass of rum as you listened to Quincy and House go back and forth about something you couldn’t bother feigning interest in. 

“Hey, Y/N, you good?” 

You snap out of your trance and gaze over to your left, Hip raising a brow at you as she motions down at your drink. 

“Yeah, just getting tired, that’s all.”

Quincy rolls her eyes, reaching over and lifting your glass to your mouth, to which you reluctantly part your lips and gulp the last of the liquid down.

“That’s more like it! You promised you’d party with us tonight! You always drink with the boys when they ask you to,” she teases, nudging your shoulder as you glare at her.

“That’s because the boys like to drink on the ship,” you grumble, scanning the area around your table before your eyes land back on the ginger woman.

“Awh, c’mon, Y/N,” Hip teases, flagging down the bartender to order another round of drinks, “Let loose with us for once, what’s the worst that could happen?”

You smirk and grab a shot glass from the bartender’s tray, deciding one more drink wouldn’t kill you, and it was just enough to give you a bit of a buzz. You grimaced as the liquid burned your throat, and after you all had finished Hop and Quincy jumped up, ushering your whole table out onto the dance floor despite your protests. 

You indulge your friends for a bit, dancing and giggling with them as eyes from all areas of the tavern fall on your group. A couple of the girls play into it, but you pay the onlookers no mind as you actually let yourself get lost in the rhythm of the music. 

Your group's antics are abruptly interrupted when a loud thud pulls everyone’s attention toward the front of the tavern, and a giddy Pomp and Bubblegum stumble in through the doorway with the rest of the crew following in tow behind them. The tavern-goers stiffen at the sight of the Kidd Pirates, specifically Kidd and Killer, who are the last two to enter as the survey the area. Kidd’s amber eyes land on you, and you can tell by the expression on his face that poker night did not end in his favor. 

He grunts as he brushes past you, the tension in the room thickening as the rest of the boys come to stand around the table with you and the girls.

“Alright, who cleared the Boss’ pockets tonight?”

Your question earns a chuckle from Killer, and even Wire gives an amused smirk as Pomp pulls a bag of berries from his waist, the pouch nearly overflowing. 

“He’s just a sore loser,” Heat mutters, giving you a warm smile as he slips into the seat next to yours.

“Well, duh, this is Kidd we’re talking about,” you giggle, looking over your shoulder to see him ordering a drink at the bar. “I am surprised he came out if he had such a bad run tonight.”

You notice Heat’s eyes flick to Wire, whose face has returned to his usually expressionless stare. 

“He only came because you were here,” he blurts out, and before you can say anything in response Kidd’s angry growl echoes from over your shoulder.

“You can all shut your fucking mouths, I came to get a drink,” he grumbles, plopping down in a seat across the table from you. 

“Yeah, okay,” Wire says, the amused smirk making an appearance again, “Boss just doesn’t wanna admit you’re his good luck charm.”

You feel a slight blush creep on your cheeks, but it quickly dissipates with Kidd’s next rebuttal. 

“I don’t need a damn good luck charm, I need a crew who doesn’t cheat me out of my fucking money!”

You laugh as the bickering starts, and you push back your chair to stand and walk over to the other side of the table, forcing yourself into Kidd’s lap and batting your eyelashes up at him.

“It’s okay to admit that you missed me,” you croon, pinching your boyfriend’s cheek as he goes red from your sudden display of affection. He averts his gaze from you and only offers a dismissive grunt as you place a gentle kiss on his chin, and he does the best he can to hide how flustered he is.

Kidd was never one to be overtly affectionate in public, and you knew this, but you still loved riling him up, especially when he was cranky or in a mood. It almost always worked at getting him to relax, and this time was no exception. Before you know it the whole crew is laughing and enjoying themselves, the topic of Kidd’s loss at the poker table a distant memory as everyone began breaking off into side conversations and antics.

You were listening to Quincy tell a story about some guy she swindled out of some jewelry when you shifted slightly in Kidd’s lap, feeling something hard in his lap as you repositioned your legs. You quirk a brow up at Kidd, who doesn’t look down at you in response. You think maybe you were mistaken, so you decide to test your luck by slinging your leg all the way over to the opposite side of his leg. Sure enough, Kidd’s erection pressed up against your ass as you settled into his lap, his fingers digging into your hips as a warning.

“Watch it,” he grunts, and being the brat you are you look up back at him innocently, feigning innocence as you smirk up at him. “What ever do you mean, Captain? I’m just getting comfortable.”

He leans forward and brings his mouth to your ear, keeping his voice low enough for only you to hear. “You keep this up and I’ll make sure you’re more than comfortable, brat.”

You feel a pulse run down your abdomen and pool in between your legs, a wicked smile curling up on your lips as you pull back and meet his gaze.

“Hmm, is that a threat or a promise?”

You whip your head back around and pretend to rejoin the conversation, feeling Kidd’s fingers dig deeper into the flesh of your thigh as he chuckles deeply.

“Killer, pass us that bottle,” he commands, and Killer slides the bottle half way across the table. It stops far enough away that you have to stand to reach it, the bottom of your skirt riding up and letting your ass peak out from the bottom. 

Kidd shifts in his seat, taking the opportunity to unzip his pants as you lean forward and grab the bottle. Then, just as you’re about to resume your position in his lap, he hooks a finger around your underwear, pulling them to the side and guiding your hips back to his lap with his metal hand, the tip of his erection proding at your entrance as he shifts his hips again to sheath himself inside of you.

You fight back a gasp at the sudden stretch of him, taking a long swig from the bottle as he leans forward and presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Keep it there, and don’t make a sound,” he growls into your neck, “I’ll reward you if you’re good.”

You shudder at the feeling of his breath tickling your neck, and you hand him the bottle as you do your best to sit still, trying to listen to the conversation that is being had across the table. 

You manage to keep up impressions for some time, finishing off the bottle of liquor with Kidd before nearly breaking character when you feel something cold prod at your inner thigh.

You flick your eyes down to find Kidd bringing a fucking metal spoon to your core, massaging it against your clit before using his devil fruit powers to make it vibrate.

Your cheeks flush as the sensation sends a shock up your whole body, and Wire quirks a brow over at you curiously. 

“Uh oh, someone’s had too much to drink,” he teases, and as he does you feel everyone’s eyes on you, and your cheeks only grow more red.

“I-I’m fine,” you stutter, deciding the guise of being drunk was better than them giving you shit about what was actually transpiring. 

You could feel your walls start contracting around Kidd’s cock as he tightened his hold on your hips, his cock pulsing from the sensation. The tiniest of whimpers escapes your lips just as you feel your core tighten, but Kidd pulls the spoon from you and tosses it on the table, pulling everyone’s eyes as you struggle not to cry out in disapproval.

“Well, looks like I gotta get this lightweight brat back to the ship,” he murmurs, no one even thinking twice about what was actually occurring. Kidd swats your ass encouragingly as you stand up, moving slowly enough so he can conceal himself back in his pants before standing. 

You waddle out of the tavern with Kidd on your heels, trying to ignore the feeling of your own arousal dripping down your leg as your legs rub together.

Once you’re out in the open air, Kidd lifts you up and tosses you over his shoulder, swatting at your ass as he lengthens his strides. 

“I hope you’re ready for your reward, brat.”

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A/N: an oldie from my WP Oneshot series🥰 might be slightly unedited because I pulled it from the archives. Forgive the typos por favor..

Tags: JungkookxReader,established relationship, possessive boyfriend Kookie 😋, Halloween party themed, public sex, teasing, edging, raw sex, creampie 😌✨

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"Hold up.....that's what you're wearing?"

Jungkook stops midstride as he stepped away from the steamy bathroom, the small towel shifting quickly underneath his hands as he dried his damp hair. Water still dripped down his bare chest and torso, collecting in the dips of his abs and naval. His bath towel that was barely clinging to his waist shifts as his dick stiffens at the sight of your exposed skin.

You were standing in front of the wall-sized mirror beside your vanity, touching up your make up and fluffing your hair, which laid in full wavy coifs all around your head and down your back. You didn't glance over at Jungkook at the sound of his question, but a part of you knew exactly what was going on in his mind.

The two of you were attending Jimin's yearly Halloween party at his family's lake house just outside of the city. Since freshman year of college, this party was a regular thing, gaining more and popularity as time went on.

Costumes were optional, ranging from minuscule to extravagant. And the two of you tended to ride that middle line when it came to what you wore to these functions.

Well, more so you.

Jungkook could wear a brown paper bag as a costume and still turn heads. Something that before dating him was much less annoying. You stifled your distaste for what Jungkook had set out for tonight. Mainly because it was hot as fuck.

Your boyfriend's normal aesthetic consisted of dark colors, loose-fitting, and a bit emo. But tonight he was going for a bolder look.

Blood red pants that hugged his buff thighs, a matching loose blazer lined with patterned silk and print button-up that you knew would NOT be buttoned up.

He'd always had an amazing physique and filled out whatever he wore. Something you had a love/hate relationship with since making things official. And by no means were you unnattractive. You just preferred to play it cool with how you dressed as to not attract unwanted attention.

But this year, you figured it was time for you to switch it up as well.

"Hmm?" you murmur in response to the question, leaning closer to your reflection to check your lashes. You then planted a gentle hand on the mirror for support, extending your back and deepening your arch to give Jungkook and eyeful of your plump curvy backside from where he was still standing off to the side. He gawks at your voluptuousness for a few seconds before blinking away his thoughts and snapping out of it.

"Don't 'hmmm' me. Turn around." Jungkook steps up behind you, pulling you by your elbow so that you faced him. You huffed stubbornly as you turned on your heels and looked up at him with a full-on pout.

"Whaaaat Kook..." you whine, but your boyfriend isn't phased. He only examines your outfit, glancing over your shoulder at the mirror to see the way your dress stopped just below the curve of your ass cheeks. You unconsciously reached back tug at the hem to pull it only a fraction lower. Jungkook smirks but the expression doesn't meet his eyes when returns his gaze to you.

"I thought you said you were dressing up as a witch..." he quirks a brow at you.

You looked down at your outfit as if you hadn't picked it out yourself and frown innocently.

A witch, indeed you were.

Your skin-tight black dress clung to your body perfectly, accentuating every dip and curve on your somewhat petite body. The sleeves were long, wide at the opening, and hanging down from your wrists at a point. Seeming ordinary from behind, disregarding how short it was, the front of the dress was the real focal point.

A deep plunging neckline, stopping just above your navel, exposed the smooth skin of your cleavage and sternum. Thin black strings were woven through tiny holes lining the v-neck, creating diamonds up to your bust.

"I am. See?" You point to the witch hat a black pair of tall thigh-high heeled boots laying on the floor near the door and Jungkook follows your finger with his eyes. His jaw drops are the shiny leather and he does his best not to drool at the visual of you in them.

"Well...Don't you think this ...costume...is a bit much? I mean...My friends are gonna be there and..." he stammers, pausing as he returned his gaze to you.

"Aaaand..so are mine. What's your point?" you tilt your head and bat your lashes, making Jungkook clear his throat. He takes a look at the back of your body again in the mirror then stared down at the woven laces cutting down your front and between your breasts and drags his teeth over the pink flesh of his inner bottom lip.

You smirked.

"My point is...don't you have a dress that's longer than that? One that covers your ass and tits a bit more?"

You don't even attempt to stifle your scoff at his words, taking a tiny step back to look Jungkook up and down. Which might have been a mistake considering he was still naked and incredibly tempting.

But you held your scowl as you continued.

"Did I say anything about your costume last year? Or now? What the hell are you supposed to be anyway?" you fold your arms over your chest.

Jungkook narrows his brow and shrugs before pointing to the bed, where his outfit was draped over the comforter.

"I'm a vampire...see?" pointing with emphasis at the set of fake fangs placed next to the collar of his blazer. Your eyes follow his hand and you roll your eyes at the tiny white fangs.

"And last year was different. Last year, you weren't mine..." Jungkook pulls your gaze from the bed with his tone as he continues with a pout.

"Are you saying you don't like it what I'm wearing?" you say and Jungkook snorts, reaching up to rub at his nape with a conflicted expression.

"Babe.....is that a serious question? It doesn't matter if I like it or not. I don't know...I just don't want you to be uncomfortable...."  he drops his hand and steps up to close the gap between you, glancing over your shoulder again to stare at your ass.

When you notice the crease of uncertainty in his expression, you let out a sigh.

"Well.....would you be uncomfortable if I wore this?" you gazed up at him. Feeling your eyes, Jungkook tears his away from your reflection.

"Huh? What?...no...Im just saying.." he stammers, his eyes still flitting back to the mirror at your outfit and you can't help but be amused by his distracted features.

You knew you were playing with fire. But tonight was supposed to be fun. So after allowing him to oggle you for a few more seconds, you turn around to face the mirror with a smirk. Jungkook watched you fluff your hair, smudge your dark lips together, and cup at your cleavage to make sure everything was as it should be. Then you locked eyes with his and shrugged.

"Then I'm wearing it. Hurry up and get dressed. We're already late...."

As you turned to walk away from the mirror, you yelp in surprise when you feel Jungkook yanking your arm back, turning you and pressing you against the glass forcefully.

"Jungkook what are you...ah.." your voice trails off into a moan when you feel the front of your dress being lifted. Jungkook nudges at your foot with his, making you spread your legs and grant him access to the apex of your thighs.

Your breathing hitched when you felt his fingers grazing the thin fabric of your panties, the tip of his middle finger drawing a line over the slit of your lips teasingly.

"You don't think...I'm insecure? Do you?" his voice drops an octave, almost to a rasp, and your bottom lip trembles as you struggled to find your words.

"Hmm?" Jungkook questions as he lifted his hand to let it slip under the elastic and down beneath the lace. When his hand makes contact with your sex you gape at the feeling.

"N..No..." you stammer as Jungkook rubs your pussy gently, not trying to focus his touch on any particular area just yet.

"Good...because I'm not...because I already know this..." he pauses as he presses his middle finger down over your clit, creating that pressure and friction your boxy craved.

"...is all mine. You know that right?" Jungkook says slowly, matching the pace of how he rubbed your swollen bud with intent.

You braced your hands at his strong shoulders, moaning softly in response, encouraging Jungkook to up his efforts.

"Mine?" he repeats, leaning closer to kiss your lips tenderly. He pulls back to catch your reaction to his touch, dipping his fingers through your slit to lubricate his actions over your clit over and over until your mouth gapes.

You knew he was waiting for you to respond...

But who could talk with a hand stuffed into their panties like that?

His finger repeated the teasing action on your clit and whimper softly, making Jungkook smile.

"Wear whatever you want baby...Just remember who you belong to,"  he says softly, leaning in briefly to press his lips to your forehead. As he did, you were barely aware of his fingers abandoning your clit until you felt them gliding past your entrance, plunging deep inside of you.

You gasp at the sudden intrusion, letting your head tilt back to hit the glass as Jungkook trailed feather-light kisses down the side of your face and neck, his fingers curling inside of you as he rubbed at the rigid wet flesh.

"This is mine?" he murmurs against your throat, parting his lips to draw his tongue over your pulse, already getting in character for tonight it seems. His teeth graze your skin and your knees start to weaken at the pace of his fingers.

"Mmhmm" you hum in response, pressing your lips together to keep from crying out. Your breathing quickened and your eyes began to roll as you felt your fuse beginning to burn out. The familiar heat building deep inside of you, the tingle of sensation signaling the nearing of your release.

Jungkook chuckles softly as he bit down on your neck and sucked it gently as his fingers began to move faster against your spot until he could feel your walls clenching hard around him, almost pushing him out as you came on his hand.

"That's my girl..." he hissed as you cried out, shaking and digging your nails into his shoulders as his fingers slowed inside of you.

Jungkook slowly pulls his hand away and lifts his head to catch your blissful expression.

Red cheeks and glossy eyes.

Smeared black lipstick beyond the line of your mouth from biting your lips.

You were so perfect to him despite all of it.

He glares down at you with fondness and adoration, his freshly scrubbed skin glowing a smooth tan underneath the lights of your bedroom, and the ever intoxicating scent of his body wash and shampoo fills your senses. You resist the urge to bite your lip as your eyes skimmed over the smooth marbled flesh of his chest, only inches away from your face.

"You're....an..asshole..." you murmur as you panted. Jungkook grins wickedly as he stepped away, brushing his wet hand over the towel at his hips. He bites his lip as he looked down at your trembling knees and dark panties, which were completely soaked through and dripping between you spread legs.

As you widened the gap to keep your dress from getting wet, Jungkook backs away still grinning as he began to dress. He pulls his underwear up beneath his towel, tossing it aside before reaching for his pants.

He cuts you a brief look as he dressed and smirks.

"Looks like you'll have to take those off....."

Jimins house was packed. Cars lined the street and driveway and music could be heard all the way down road. It was a good thing they were deep in the woods, otherwise, there would have been a plethora of noise complaints plaguing the local police station.

The two of you entered the large house hand in hand, greeted happily by mutual friends and classmates. There were many new faces among the familiars, many people not in actual costumes. The looks of wanting and approval of Jungkooks "costume" didnt go unnoticed by you. But neither did the gawks and stares of appreciation for your curves in your dress go unnoticed by your date.

He played it cool though.

Jungkook's behavior wasnt too peculiar as the night progressed. Sure he stayed on your ass majority of the night, dancing closely and holding you by the waist or clutching your hand possessively. But you didn't mind the attention. You absolutely loved it when Jungkook got like this.

He was absolutely the jealous and possesive type but in a healthy way. He never stopped you from being you. But he also had his own ways of coping with it. And he intended on letting you feel how much the attention your costume was drawing was effecting him.

The fact that he knew you still werent wearing panties didnt help that either.

As Jimins house grew more and more crowded, and your feet were beginning to feel sore from dancing and standing in those heels, you and Jungkook eventually found large plushy love seat in farthest corner of the living room.

You were seated comfortably between Jungkooks legs, your back to his front, vibing out and mingling with friends as they passed.

After a while, as the alcohol really began to settle in, you found yourself nestling against your boyfriends hard chest and mumbling along to whatever song was playing.

Jungkook held you close, cradling you in his lap, rubbing at the exposed skin of your thighs gently as his buzz deepened.

"i looove this song.." You groaned out suddenly as the musc changed and a sultry guitar began strumming and the smooth vocals filled the wide space.

Jungkook lifted his brow as you pushed up from his chest to sit up and let your feet touch the floor.

You slowly began dancing from where you were perched on his lap, humming the melody drunkenly and winding your hips in slow circles to the beat. You felt Jungkooks body stiffen slightly beneath you and you smiled inwardly at the feel of his hands slowly coming up to grip you at your waist.

"Hey Beautiful.....what are you doing...." Jungkook says to you, his chest vibrating against your back as you continued to grind back against his lap.

"Babe....." Jungkook he sighs in your ear, a warning in his voice evident as you reached back to touch his hair, still snaking your body to the beat.

"Dont think you can tease me baby..." you hear and feel warm against your cheek as Jungkook leaned into your touch, gripping your hips and letting his hands slide over your thighs and back to your waist.

".....and dont think I wont fuck you right now....in front of everyone....Im not that drunk..." his husky whispers make you bite down on your lip, mischief sparking in your eyes and excitement strumming in your chest at the thought.

You looked around at the many people only a few feet from where you and Jungkook were tucked away. Sure the music was loud, the dim lighting and smoke was concealing them enough. But anyone could walk over to the couches to sit. Any of their friends could come over to talk. At any moment.

That alone was enough to turn you on even more. The idea of getting fucked in front of everyone and the possibility of getting caught had you clenching with need and you already knew you were beginning to drip because pf the alcohol.

Fuck it.

You ignored him as you kept rubbing your ass over him, knowing exactly what you were doing. Teasing him in small circles with your hips and letting your hair sway over your back. Seducing him with your curves and shameless lapdance as if no one was watching.

This only went on for a few seconds until you felt Jungkooks body relax, his hands at your hips gliding back to tug at the back of your dress. You gasp when you feel his warm hands on your bare ass, squeezing at your pliant skin as you continued to move.

Jungkook shifted behind you, lifting his hips just enough to unbutton his pants and push the front of his underwear down to free himself.

Your breathing hitched when you felt how hard he actually was, almost pulsing beneath your heat. Jungkook eased back in the seat, his chest heaving at the feel of you sliding the face of your pussy over his shaft, slicking his length with your wetness.

"Youre so fucking wet baby..fuck..." Jungkook murmured as you slid over him, the tip of him brushing against your clit and entrance with every movement.

You whined at the delicious tease , your hands braced on the arms of the chair as you rocked your hips back and forth. You lifted up slightly  and Jungkook takes that as his opportunity to grip himself at the base, lining the head of his dick up with your slickness and rubbing it against you gently as you moved.

Seeking permission to enter.

With hooded eyes, you glanced around at the party still occurring around the two of you. Everyone seemed completely distracted, drunk or high and under the haze of the atmosphere. Nobody even paying any attention to the horny couple in the shadowed corner of the house.

So slowly, you sank yourself down on him, a low groan and hiss of satisfaction escaping the both of you at the feel of finally being connected. You pressed yourself back until your bare ass was flush against Jungkooks pelvis. The stretch inside of you was welcome, your walls already quivering and trembling around him. They ached for more. They ached for stimulus. They ached for movement.

So you obeyed your body and began to wind your hips again, rising a few inches and sliding back down.

"Fuck..."Jungkook grit his teeth and shut his eyes tight at the feel of you taking him, your body swallowing him and enveloping him with your warmth. Out of reflex, Jungkook thrusted upward to meet your stroke.

You couldnt stifle the moan of surprise at the feel of Jungkooks tip hitting hard at the very back of your desire. It almost hurt but the pain quickly subsided when you felt Jungkook shift behind you.

The chair begins to recline a bit, allowing Jungkook to lean back enough so that his range of motion was extended. And just when you were about to continue riding him, he holds you still by the waist and starts flexing his hips up into you.

Jungkook fucks you deep but agonizingly slow, stroking your body to the soothing rhythm of the song drowning out your moans.

He felt so good, too good. And you bowed your head in an attempt to hidd your face from those in front of you. But you didnt hinder your moans of pleasure as you tried your best to fuck back against Jungkooks deep strokes.

Jungkooks bottom lip stung from his bite, the skin trapped between his teeth as he focused all of us strength into his core and legs as he rammed into you. His hands were digging into your hips, squeezing you and holding your body in place as he chased your high. You were so close, your walls clenching him in and your head falling back as you cried out.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and your vision fell out of focus as Jungkook hit your spot with ferocity and it only takes a few more strokes for you to explode around him.

You felt Jungkook sitting up to wrap his arms around your waist, still moving inside of you but more staccato as he relished in the feel of your cresting orgasm.

You felt his shallow breathe at your ear and your head lolls weakly to lean back against his as Jungkook slipped in and out of your walls.

"Mine?...This is mine?" His husky tone sends a chill down your spine,adding to the overwhelming combination of sensations already rushing over your flushed skin.

You moaned softly in response, biting your lip and tightening around him as if that were the answer and Jungkook groans low in his chest as his strokes became stagnant. He held you close, trapping your body against his as he spilled himself deep inside of you.

You felt the warmth of his seed coating your walls and another shiver hits your when you feel Jungkooks lips at your ear. His breathing was heavy and his mouth was hot. His teeth nibbled at your lobe softly before he parted his lips to speak

"Kiss me.." he exhales and you immediately turn your head, craning your neck back to lock lips with Jungkook sloppily.

He slowly loosens his arms around you, letting his hands slide back to hold you at your waist as he kissed you. His tongue tasted like green apple jolly rancher and tequila, rolling and twisting with yours, humming low in his throat.

Your walls contracted around Jungkook reflexively when you felt his hand circling your throat gently, coaxing you and leading the kiss as he softened inside you.

The air surrounding the two of you felt thicker, every sound and movement suspended in a place apart from where you were. In this corner, in the house full of people..

The two of existed in a little bubble of bliss on the couch in the shadows. Kissing each other tenderly and passionately, wrapped in Jungkooks strong arms as you leaned back against him.

As if it were instinctive, your eyes open to notice someone approaching the corner and you break the kiss just your little bubble of love is popped by..

"...shit...Taehyung! Hey!" you blurt out, forcing Jungkooks eyes to open wide.

Taehyung steps up through the smoke ,a red cup in hand and his eyes hooded in his half assed Joker costume and stops right in front of the loveseat.

"Tae..Bro...whats up?" Jungkook sits up, repositioning you on his lap and pulling your dress down as much as he could. The movement makes you even more aware of the fact that Jungkooks dick was still inside of you, trapping majority of his dripping cum from drizzle out of you as you both looked up at a drunk and oblivious Taehyung.

"You guys are so fucking cute...its gross" he chuckles, tipping his cup up to take a sip. He takes a long draft of his drink and swallows before continuing.

"Anyway...Jungkook! We're setting up for a round of beer pong in the back. How bout it? Me and you vs Jimin and Hobi..." he slurs loudly over the music.

"Cool. Yea...We'll be right out..." Jungkook yells in response, masking his annoyance seamlessly and Taehyung nods. He shoots you a knowing wink before turning away and youre eyes widen.

He didn't know what had just occurred over here....did he?

You dont have much time to ponder over the thought though.

As soon as he disappeared among the crowd, Jungkook was lifting you from his lap and guiding you to stand, still holding you at your waist. The moment his dick slipped out of you, you pressed your thighs together as tight as you could.

The walk to the nearby bathroom was comical, the two of you shuffling closely with one in front of the the other. Both sheilding each others wet and soiled areas until you reached the privacy of the bathroom.

After doing the necessary things one must do after spontaneous raw couch sex, you were standing in front of the sink assessing your appearance as Jungkook stood wide legged nearby over the toilet with his head back.

"Well...This dress is done for." you huff at your reflection, the seat of the black fabric stained with sex and release. Jungkook lifts his head and gazes over at you and grunts in amusement as he flushed.

His eyes fell to the back of your dress that was not only stained and wet, but parts of it were ripped and stretched beyond repair.

"Here.." he says as he turns to you at the sink while you turn to face him curiously.

Without a thought, he removes his red blazer and drapes it over your shoulders.

"There...We're going outside anyway and Im kind of over Taehyung staring at your ass." he mumbles bitterly as he fixed the garment over your petite body.

You smirk at his jealous remark.

"He can look... But he knows who I belong to.." you arch your brow and Jungkook mirrors you as he placed his hands at your waist beneath his blazer. He pulls your forward into his chest and reaches lower to cup your ass cheeks.

"Act like you fucking know then...." he growls as he dipped his neck to hover over your lips.

You lift your chin to plant a few soft kisses to them, rolling your eyes and giggling against him when he squeezed you harder.

"....that is too bad about the dress though...."he murmurs as he pulled away, loosening his grip on your ass and stepping back to look down at your body.

"I kinda liked it..."

[planetdream]

svt or skz as types of yandere that you see them as

ok actually lets discuss bc these are my thoughts [skz edition, ask for svt if you still want it!]

cw; yandere, manipulation. physical torture

the overbearing, isolating type — chan

he's just trying to protect you!! it's best that you don't talk to your family nor your friends any longer. and come straight home after work, don't worry about any errands, channie will take care of them <3 he'll drop you off an pick you up from work... actually, it's best that you don't go to work anymore. you're not in danger, it's all just to keep you safe, you don't want to make him feel like he can't protect you, do you? chan will take care of you and everything else from now long as long as you stay home but do not go in the basement

the manipulative type—minho

why do you even bother thinking for yourself when minho has proven time and time again that he can do the thinking for you? the world is scary, and even scarier without him by your side. you wouldn't want bad things to start happening to you, he just cares for you. actually, whatever, he doesn't care what you do, be on your own. but when something happens don't come looking for him to be your savior. see, he was right all along, that's why you should listen to him and only him. no one else.

the sadistic type—seungmin

everything he does to you is because he loves you. it's just that you should've listened to him. if you had, then he wouldn't have to do this to you. it's your fault, really, isn't it? well, this is how you make it up to him; the pain won't last long, only a couple hours and then it's done. tortures you for hours on end until you finally break, succumbing exactly how he wants you to. makes you promise not to defy him again, because he won't be so nice next time. runs you a bath and kisses you so tenderly; pretends nothing happened after.

the possessive type—changbin, jeongin

they own you. that's it. there's no room for discussion. you speak when spoken to, eat when they tell you to, and when they tell you to jump, your only response should be 'how high?'. don't speak to anyone, don't look at anyone. in fact, you're lucky they let you out of the house at all. don't even talk about someone else—don't even think of someone else or they swear they'll....

the clingy type—felix

he's you're best friend, there's no way he can have feelings for you. so you think nothing of it when you tell him that you're going on a date tonight—and it's with someone that the both of you know. he feigns excitement for you, excusing himself because something came up. of course, he expected you to call him crying about being stood up, which is why he comes over to be your shoulder to cry on. as long as he's around, no one will get in-between the two of you.

the obsessive, delusional type—jisung, hyunjin

their daily thoughts are all of you. they only dream of you. you're always on their mind and they have to let you know it! you're perfect, who wouldn't like you? who wouldn't obsess over you? they need to know that you think of them just as much. that you dream of them right? of course you do! tell them that you love them just as much if not more than they love you—of course you do, right? right?

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One Shot: The Richmond Vixen

I have a wine buzz and haven't written in forever. Ted Lasso is renewed for another season and I'm missing these characters so much, I couldn't wait any longer. Please excuse any typos, this is a stream of consciousness. Love you all! Note: This one-shot takes place prior to season 3 (before Ted returns to the States & before Roy and Keeley break up — because if I'm honest, that wrecked me.)

Summary: When Richmond's latest employee gets a makeover from Rebecca and Keeley, Ted finds it hard to keep his eyes off of her...and he's not the only one

Warnings: Body insecurity, minor ED mention, creepy men, jealous/protective Ted

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Three months had passed since your first day working as a Communications Manager at AFC Richmond. While you loved reporting into Higgins, you knew you needed to find some female energy. He was adorable, but he wasn't someone you could share your dating woes with. Needless to say, it didn't take long for you to join the girl gang on their daily lunch breaks. Your dating life was a hot topic for Rebecca and Keeley, namely because the two had relationships of their own. You didn't mind though. Frankly, you needed their input on the string of dates you'd been on, your most recent leaving much to be desired. They loved to give you honest feedback, and joke about the suspected crush Ted had on you. This, to your knowledge, was far from true. He was nice to everyone.

Speaking of — "Hey there, ladies!" Ted greets the three of you from the doorway of Rebecca's office.

"Ted, hey!" You reply, grateful for the reprieve of your latest dating disaster recap. "Whatcha doing up in this neck of the woods?"

He smiles, a faint blush twinging his cheeks, "Oh ya know, just wanted to swing by and say hello to my favorite coworkers." Keeley and Rebecca both glance your way discretely and you promptly ignore them.

"Ted, why are you really here?" Rebecca asks, cutting straight to the chase.

"Right, well," he shakes out his shoulders and stands taller, "I wanted to double check with you on the dress code for tonight. Is this like a suit thing? A golf shirt thing? A toga thing?" He laughs at the end of his joke while you simultaneously snort out your nose.

Clapping a hand over your mouth in embarrassment you just let out a humiliated, "Oh my god." You're met with a chorus of laughter and a stare from Ted that makes you want to melt. It's that soft look he gives, eyes curved around the edges, a smile on his face.

"That was fucking adorable," Keeley says between laughs. "Anyways, Ted." She turns to address him, "I will answer that question given my role as the resident party planner. Please look your sharpest, we will have donors at the event so, dress to impress, yeah?"

"Aw fuck," You say, before looking wide eyed between Keeley and Rebecca. "Sorry. Slipped out. I had no idea this was a, like, fancy thing." Suddenly you're hit with a wave of anxiety. You'd thought you could get by with a casual but professional look. Clearly you'd missed that memo.

"Oh my god." Keeley says, gripping your arm, "This is my moment. I'm going to Princess Diaries you."

"Hey now," Ted points a finger at Keeley, "Miss Thermopolis was perfectly fine the way she was. Frankly that Paolo guy had a bad attitude." Rebecca barks out a laugh, "I have to agree. Plus this case isn't nearly as difficult. I mean, look at her, she's stunning." Rebecca's compliment draws a deep blush to your face.

"I'm not equipped to handle compliments, please stop before my face starts on fire," you moan. You don't miss Ted's soft chuckle from the doorway.

"Oh come ON," Keeley begs, shaking your shoulders as Rebecca laughs besides her. "You always look beautiful babes but please, please let me." You roll your eyes and look exasperatingly at Rebecca for help. She just shrugs in response, a silent communication that you were, in fact, NOT winning this argument.

"Ok FINE. But only because I'm like, two seconds away from spiraling over my lack of outfit options."

"Prin-CESS of Genovia," Ted salutes you as he turns to head back down to the locker room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

One thing you hadn't expected was the wave of dread settling over you as you looked through the racks of dresses. A history of disordered eating left you feeling depleted when it came to body confidence.

Rebecca, ever the intuitive friend, notices first. "It's a lot, I get it. Trust me, do I get it," She huffs out a self deprecating laugh. You nod with a small smile. "You're going to look beautiful in anything you wear. We'll find the perfect dress." It took an hour before you finally found the perfect dress. Pulling back the dressing room curtain, Keeley lets out an excited squeal and Rebecca nods in satisfaction. "Absolutely stunning," she compliments.

You smile at them both, looking in the full length mirror at the short but tasteful little black dress. It clung to your curves in the most flattering way, showing a little cleavage while also being appropriate for a work event. You couldn't remember the last time you'd felt this beautiful.

"Ok Ted is going to lose his fucking shit," Keeley holds both hands up to her cheeks, "And I know you're going to deny that he likes—" "Who said I'm denying anything?" You reply, a newfound confidence in you.

Keeley and Rebecca cause a scene in the dressing room with their loud reactions to your comment. "Fucking YES," Keeley high-fives Rebecca, "Ok put it on my card, we're on a time crunch. We need to do hair and makeup at mine."

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At eight o'clock on the dot, the three of you (and Roy, your chauffeur for the evening), arrive at the venue. Your stomach flutters at the thought of seeing Ted tonight, and you're suddenly concerned your look is too much.

"Um, Rebecca." You prompt, before opening the car door, "Are you sure this isn't...too much?" You gesture to yourself. Your hair was blown out and styled with loose waves (a la Keeley) and she'd insisted on a "dewey makeup look." Needless to say, it was a lot more than you usually wore, but at the same time, not too over the top. Your mind raced as you tried to fend off the negative self talk encroaching on your evening.

"Love," She takes your hand, holding it in hers, "You are absolutely stunning. Tonight? Tonight you're just an elevated version. The Vixen Version." "THE RICHMOND VIXEN," Keeley shouts excitedly as Roy turns to her with a soft smile.

"Oh, yes, I love that!" Rebecca snaps her fingers, "Now go, I need to witness Ted's reaction." As it turns out, Ted wasn't the only one with a reaction — half the Richmond team also couldn't keep their eyes off of you. "Love, don't take this the wrong way, but you look unbe-fuckin'-lievable." Jamie greets you with his classic smile, and you laugh and roll your eyes.

"Thank you Jamie, you look wonderful yourself." The two of you had a totally platonic friendship. He was not your type, and frankly, you were too tame for him.

"You should dress like that more often." Jan Maas says from beside him, "I think you'd probably have a boyfriend if you did, no?"

You throw your head back in laughter as Jamie shoots him an incredulous look, "What the hell is wrong with you, mate?"

Jan Maas looks confused, as if he didn't insult your daily wardrobe, and you give him a pat on the shoulder, "Maybe you're onto something there."

You take a minute to scan the room, meeting eye contact quickly with Ted, who smiles and sends you a wave.

"I'll be back, boys," You say to Jamie and Jan Maas, heading over towards Ted. You feel his eyes on you, and don't miss how they rake over your body. Your prior insecurities fade as you make your way toward him, his kind eyes making you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Well hi there," He greets, and you give him a quick hug. His hand lingers for a few seconds on your lower back as you pull away.

"Ted, you look nice!" You compliment, taking in his navy suit.

"Oh right back atcha. That dress is —" he stutters over his words, and you smile with a blush staining your cheeks.

"It's courtesy of Keeley," you finish his sentence, sparing him.

He shakes his head with a small smile, "I was gonna say, that dress looks fantastic on you. If it's not too forward of me."

Your heart slams against your chest as you take in his words. Was he...flirting?

"Not too forward at all," You say, staring down at your heels shyly.

"Damn near took out half the team when you walked in here." Ted joked, his eyes twinkling.

"Oh shut up," you smack his arm, face turning even more red.

"Gettin' all red again," He points out, and you could swear you hear him say "Adorable," softly, as if to himself.

"Urgh I know, all the foundation in the world can't cover it." You start to fan at your cheeks, "Stop making me blush on purpose. It's mean."

He smiles, taking a sip of his beer, "I apologize, you're right. I gotta be chivalrous. Say, what do you think about —" A man interrupts Ted and moves in to stand beside you, "Sorry to interrupt, Coach Lasso," He greets, and Ted gives him a curt nod.

The mystery man turns to you and extends his hand, "I don't believe we've met, I'm James Langley, President of the AFC Richmond Board." He smiles at you, his eyes twinkling in a way that doesn't sit well.

You introduce yourself, smiling politely, and nervously run a hand through your hair when he continues to ask you questions as if Ted isn't even there.

You glance sideways at Ted, who is standing by idly with an unimpressed look on his face. You've never seen Ted Lasso regard someone with disdain before, and you'd be lying if you didn't think it was sexy.

"Thank you for supporting the team," You say as the conversation hits a lull, "Ted and I actually need to make some rounds, meet the rest of you generous donors!" You say with a false sense of gratitude. Not that James Langley picked up on it, he was too busy staring at your chest.

"Ted," You say extending your arm to the side as the two of you make a speedy escape.

"Fucking creep," Ted mutters, his hand once again finding your lower back to help guide you through the crowded space.

Once you take refuge on the far side of the room, you let out a laugh, "Didn't realize my eyes relocated to my chest," you comment, shaking your head at James' blatant lack of decorum.

"Ain't right," Ted shakes his head, that same sexy angry look on his face, "What, he thinks just because he gives the club thousands of pounds a year he can stare at you like that?" Your eyes soften as you gently touch his arm, "It's okay Ted," you say.

"No, no it ain't. I'm sorry that you had to endure that. I shoulda done something," He runs his hand frustratedly over his mustache.

"Ok, no it's not okay that he's a total creep. But it's okay now, we're hanging over here," You run your hand up and down his arm gently, trying to ignore the electric current flowing through you as a result.

"Yeah," He nods, his eyes going soft again.

"Plus," You say, grabbing two flutes of champagne off of a passing waiter's tray, "I like hiding in a corner with you." You hand Ted the other flute and the two of you clink them in cheers.

He smiles at you so genuinely it nearly breaks your heart, "Me too." You both stand in silent contentment for a few minutes before Ted clears his throat and looks at you, "So that date you were telling Rebecca and Keeley about before I walked in today..." You groan, "I swear to God, Ted, don't make me relive it." He laughs and shakes his head, "Well, I couldn't help but overhear that he took you to the Crown and Anchor, which is actually my turf." He points to his chest in a joking way.

"Is that so?"

"Indeed. And ain't nobody deserves to have a bad time at the Crown and Anchor." You laugh at that, "I am so sorry to report that was me. I had a bad time at the Crown and Anchor." Ted smiles, looking down at his feet before his eyes meet yours. Suddenly a bit more vulnerable, "How 'bout a redo?"

Your cheeks warm as you consider his words, "A redo?"

He nods, searching your eyes and his mouth lifting up at the corners when he sees a smile overtake your face, "Yeah. You and me, a drink at the Crown and Anchor after this fancy circus is done?"

You take a sip of champagne and pretend to think it over, "Yeah, I think I'd like a redo."