#I had to double remember that one because I wasn't sure

[desolateice]

Uh KK3 I hate to keep picking apart your logic but it’s called the All Valley Under 18. According to the wiki Daniel’s birthday is December 18, 1966. Which means he’s 18 the first time when he competes against Johnny, and so he’s 19 for the the tournament in KK3 because his birthday comes before the annual competition, so he shouldn’t even qualify right???? Should he even have been able to compete in the first one? I guess because it’d just been his birthday he must’ve been in the clear for that one. But still. Technically between the illegal kick in KK1 and being 19 for KK3 he shouldn’t have won either of them? What do I do with this information? I guess set it aside for a future CK fic. But Daniel...technically you shouldn’t have either trophy. 

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Choices. 2

Two: Tick Tock

Peter Parker x reader series

Summary: Everybody forgot who Peter Parker was. All his world tunerd grey until he met you and you started dating. It could have been perfect if it wasn't for the fact that MJ comes back and, surprise! She remembers EVERYTHING.

Warnings: Pure Angst!, Peter being kinda an idiot, mentions of cheating, swearing.

w/c: 2.3k +

a/n: I changed the name of the chapters and now I am happier with them. Hope you like them and enjoy this chapter! As always, coments, reblogs and likes are completely appreaciated. Thank you so much for all the love and suppor this series is having. I will be forever grateful! ❤️. Gif not mine.

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Peter left your apartment that night and his last words were:

"I'm going to fix it, I promise."

He never answered yes or no. He never gave you a concrete answer as to who he wanted to be with, her or you.

The truth is, even Peter didn't know. It was true that he loved you. But it was also true that seeing MJ remember him made his heart beat a mile a minute.

Peter Parker was many things, but it was always clear to him that he had to do the right thing. He always (or at least almost always) knew it was the right thing to do. And, if he didn't, his Aunt May was there to advise him and tell him what to do.

But now May wasn't there. Maybe that's why it was so hard for him to give up on MJ. They were both the only women he had loved in a long time and he lost them on the same day. Having Michelle's memory back made him feel like he had at least gotten one of them back.

However, Parker didn't know if he needed MJ in his life. After all, he already had a life with you. HAD in the past tense. Because obviously you broke up with him after you saw him kissing his ex-girlfriend at the carnival.

Ned, on the other hand, still didn't remember him. And he probably never would again. MJ was a mere pure stroke of luck and the brown-haired boy didn't know if it was a blessing from the universe or if he just wanted to taunt him by putting him in a situation no one wants to be in.

Although he still wasn't sure if he would be able to forgive him for what he did. The brown-eyed man had to make a decision. Go back to MJ and bring his past with him into his present or try with you and continue with his present into the future.

Peter thought it best to go out on patrol and clear his head in the cool night air. That's when he decided he should give you the time you asked for and go out with MJ. Not as a couple, at least for now or maybe never, but as friends who haven't seen each other in a long time and need to unwind from everything that has happened in their lives.

You managed to catch a glimpse of them on one of their outings. They were walking around campus while eating a slice of pizza and laughing about God knows what.

Your heart sank even deeper into your chest. You were already a mess trying to live without him. Now you had to watch him be happy with her too?

Right there you felt selfish. You didn't want Peter to laugh with her. You wanted him to laugh with you.

The aforementioned wiped the corner of MJ's mouth with a napkin and a tear slid down your cheek as you thought of the many times he did the same for you.

'She's not me' you repeated to yourself. But even then you couldn't stop the hole growing in your chest at catastrophic speeds.

They were there, laughing and eating while you were miserable, and yet you couldn't hate Peter for loving her.  In spite of everything, you loved him.

Love is a double-edged sword.

Two days later you were watching Netflix in your bedroom when your phone vibrated on the coffee table. The screen was lit up with the word 'Peter♡' and your breath caught in your lungs. Should you answer it? your heart asked. Should you ignore it? your brain asked.

The heart won the battle this time. You answered the call.

"H-" you cleared your throat. You wanted to sound as neutral as possible. "Hello?"

"Y/n..." his voice was barely a whisper. "I didn't know if you were going to answer" his voice was so low that you had to turn up the volume as high as it would go and give him your full attention.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

"Nee-" he coughed. "I need your help...please" a faint whimper was heard from his side of the line and that was enough to worry you. Something wasn't right.

"Peter? Is everything all right? What's wrong?" your voice was now one of concern. You've never turned your back on those you love and care about, you weren't about to start now.

"I... I'm kind of hurt" he breathed again and your breath hitched. "It's not serious but-" he paused. "I can't get up." He confessed.

"Where are you?" you got up from the small couch to look for your shoes. "Peter?" You worried about his breathing on the other end of the line.

"In my apartment" he grunted in pain. "Shit."

"I'm on my way" you hung up the call and grabbed your keys. You still kept your copy of the ones to his apartment so getting inside it wasn't a problem.

You leave your keys on the plate on the counter and remove your shoes as quickly as you can before running to her room.

"Peter?" you ask when you don't see him and pause to scan his room.

"Here!" he groans. He made too much force when he spoke so you could hear him from the bathroom.

You walk in and see him lying in the unfilled bathtub. He was dressed in nothing but his boxers but it didn't bother you. It's not like you haven't seen him like this before.

"I tried to take a shower but I slipped and I don't have the strength or energy to get up" he smiles apologetically in your direction.

"I see..." you walk over and see his suit on the floor. "Why a shower?" you ask.

"The guy I stopped was doing weird experiments and threw some weird substance at me. I preferred not to take any chances and showered as soon as I got home" he clarified.

"Let me help you" you hold his arms and help him stand up.

Peter felt more than embarrassed at that moment. Because of what he had told you and because you were too good to say no to him when he needed help.

"Thank you" he sits on his bed and takes the towel you offer him so he can dry off.

"Is the medicine cabinet in the same place?" you ask. It's been a little over two weeks since you've been in his apartment.

Having him so close and yet so far away hurts like a million needles pricking your heart. But none of this was your fault, it was his and he's the one who should fix it. Even though you saw him so happy with MJ, you still had hope that he was going to choose you and come back to you.

It's okay to dream, isn't it?

You bandage his wounds after cleaning them and turn around so he can put on some boxers and gym shorts with a little privacy. You didn't leave the room because you were afraid he would fall while doing it so turning around was enough.

"Thank you for coming. I know I don't deserve it" he mumbles with his eyes on you as you turn to look at him.

"It's true... Maybe you don't deserve it coming from me" you shrug. "But I can't help but help the people I love.

'People I love' Peter's eyes sparkled at that phrase. You still loved him, that was more than enough.

"I really appreciate it" He smiles and watches you sit next to him on the bed.

"Why didn't you call MJ?" you ask abruptly. It was a question you asked yourself since he called you for help.

"She's busy, she couldn't come." He said without thinking.

And then reality hits you in the face and chills you like a bucket of cold water.

"So I was your second choice just because she couldn't" Your voice is serious. You just remembered how everything went down the drain in one night.

"What? No?" he frowns. "That's not what I wanted-"

"Save your excuses. I don't want to hear them," you stand up and look at him seriously. "You're already bandaged and in your bed. Next time, don't call me."

"Y/n. Please" he tries to get up but his side hurts "That's not what I meant I promise."

"Your promises don't mean anything to me anymore" you feel a lump in your throat. You are on the verge of tears. "You know one of the things that hurts me the most, Peter?"

"I-" he sighs and shakes his head. He wants to let you finish your point.

"You were indeed my first love, my first time, my first everything" the tears build up in your eyes but you're determined not to let them out. "And you didn't think about that before you stuck your tongue in her mouth. I bet your heart never beat for me like it does for her."

The brown-eyed man was about to say something until you both hear the sound of someone knocking at the door you watch Peter get up and walk to open it.

You walk behind him only because you know it's time to go. You shouldn't have come in the first place.

When Peter opens the door, the person behind it is MJ.

"You should give me a copy of the key" she laughs lightly.

"Keep mine" you put on your shoes and grab your purse. You walk over to the plate where you left them before and put them in her hand. "I won't be needing them anymore" you walk out of the apartment and she is both surprised and confused.

Another two weeks passed. Peter felt empty again. Just like he felt when he lost MJ and Ned in the first place but worse because not only had he lost you. He had let you down completely.

Spiderman became clumsy on his nightly patrols, he didn't pay attention and classes and even less when MJ talked to him. Even though he knew she was just trying to make him feel better.

"Peter?" she asks. "Peter!" She snaps her fingers in front of his face and sighs heavily.

"Yes?" He looks at you but his gaze is still lost.

"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" she asks.

"How could I not when she's right here" he shows you his pencil.

"What do you mean right here?" MJ asks with a frown.

"Yes, it's right here. She's the one who gave me this pencil" he sighs. "And she's over there too" he points to the girl sitting a couple of tables away from where they were sitting. "That girl has her same color hair" he looks at his fingers "but not just over there" he points to a boy with a can in his hand. "That boy is drinking his favorite drink." He snorts. "Everything in this damn library reminds me of her."

"Why haven't you tried talking to her then?" he shrugs.

"Because I'm lousy with words, MJ. Whenever I try to tell her something, she ends up misunderstanding it because it was me in the first place who didn't know how to use the right words" he runs his hands over his face.

"Then don't talk to her" she shrugs.

The brown-haired boy looks at her with a frown. "That's supposed to solve my problems? Thanks MJ." She rolls her eyes.

"Stop your sarcasm," the chestnut-haired girl points

Her finger at him. "I mean maybe I should be the one to talk to her." He sighs. "I shouldn't have kissed you, Peter. I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

"MJ..." Peter sighs and takes her hand. "I was the one who shouldn't have kissed you having a girlfriend. It wasn't your fault, it was mine." He assures her. "I'm the one who should fix this."

Michelle nods and looks to her left. There you were. Watching as Peter held her hand just as he held yours. You shouldn't care, it's been a month since you and Parker broke up but it still hurts like hell.

MJ saw you pull back quickly before she could separate her hands from Peter's. "At least she knows you and I aren't dating?" she asks and Peter denies.

"No, I've tried to tell her but me and my big mouth always say something else and I hurt her more than I manage to fix it." He sighs heavily.

"What? She still thinks that you and I...?" MJ pauses.

"Yup." Peter nods and fixes his gaze on the floor.

"Peter... that's not fair" he sighs and shakes his head.

Parker knows. He knows it's not fair but he already said it, he's not good with words.

"Everything I say ends up being misinterpreted and it's my fault!" He covers his face with his hands. "Help, MJ. Please."

"And if instead of using words you take action?" proposes the brunette.

"What do you mean by that?" The boy raises an eyebrow. "You'll have to be more specific."

"God... you're so smart but so dumb at the same time, how is that possible?" She rolls her eyes. "You have to do something for her, something she can't refuse or misunderstand, and then explain everything to her, Peter. Be honest."

"You're right," he nods and sighs. "No more secrets."

Peter was already planning something in his mind. Something that would make you either forgive him or wish you never saw him again. That was up to you.

However, He had to move and plan a little faster. Your heart still loved him, true, but it wasn't closed to moving on and rejecting Parker altogether.

Austin, a classmate who asked you out before you and Peter dated, found out about your breakup with him and was determined not to pass up the opportunity that was once taken away from him.

Tick tock, Peter. Your time is running out.

~~~♡♥︎♡~~~

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The one with “We were on a break”

I have had this one shot ready for a week, but I didn’t post it because is not festive, but today I said fuck it 😂

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Summery: After a fight you and Henry decide to take a break… you spend all your night deciding if maybe you didn’t make a mistake, Henry spends his night differently Warnings: angst, cheating (is it cheating? is it not? if you have seen the episode of Friends this is inspired of, you know what I mean), child abandonment. Poorly written English, English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes

The last year had been difficult for you and Henry, the constant arguing, the couple therapy, the costant nagging every time he traveled for more than a week without you, the fear every time he went out with his friends.

It all had started 12 months ago: you had just been promoted at your job and you couldn't have been happier, after years and years of given your all to your job your boss was finally recognizing your effort, you were engaged to the love of your life, you had a beautiful house and a super cute and fluffy pup. But the promotion hadn't only come with the gratification of your effort being recognized, it was also followed by a lot more responsibilities and hours in the office.

Henry had been happy and supportive of you, of course he had been, he had always wanted for you to be fulfilled in every aspect of your life and he knew that, even if you didn't need to work because he could provide with anything you could need and want, you had always wanted to be indipendent, you didn't want him to think you cared about his money, not even for a second. You always joked that when he got tired of it he could just "hang up the cape” and you would give him an allowance.

Even though he couldn't have been happier for you and your accomplishments, the longer hours in the office had started to weigh on both of you and your relationship.

Your relationship had always needed a lot of work: Henry traveled a lot for his job but you had always managed because you used to have stable hours, but being now the head of your own team you couldn't always go back home at 5 p.m. like you used to, beside you had just been promoted you couldn't ask for time off already.

All of that had reduced the time you could spent with Henry when he was home and it had started a chain of reaction that had ended with the biggest fight you and your fiancè had ever had in four years of your relationship.

You could still remember that day, and the days after, like it was yesterday, you could still remembered the emptiness you had felt as soon as Henry had slammed the door of your house, you could still feel the dread of losing the love of your life for a mistake you weren't sure you could forgive.

-10 months before-

You were in your office with your boss Daniel, trying to fix the mess that was the last shipment, you could see your cell lighting up with Henry's calls, but you could also feel your boss eyes burning the back of your head so you couldn't really answer, beside you were almost done. You didn't know what time it was, you didn't know how long it had taken but you had done it: you had fixed the problem and you had impressed your boss.

"Good job today, I was sure you were the right person for the promotion but i'm happy I wasn't wrong"- Daniel, your boss had smiled at you… and he never smiled, so you took it as a win.

"Thank you"- you had said while putting your coat on

"Why don't you take the next couple of days off? I know the last couple of months, after your promotion, have been tough and don't think I haven't noticed that you have been the last one leaving the office almost everyday since getting promoted. The project is bascially done, we have fixed the shipment problem, I'm sure your team can manage the last details without you"- you wanted to jump for the happiness but had tried to stay professional.

"Are you sure?"- you double checked

"Of course, you deserve it. I don't want to see you until next week"- Daniel said while leaving the office.

You were on cloud nine, you were tired of course but you couldn't wait to be home: all you wanted was to get home, drink a glass of wine and tell Henry the good news. You couldn't wait to spend some time with Henry: maybe you could take a long weekend trip, it was going to be amazing.

You arrived home and the first thing you noticed was that Kal didn't come as soon as he heard your car and that could mean only two things: he and Henry weren't home or Kal was too busy taking care of Henry to come to the door and that worried you...

"Babe? Kal? I'm home"- you said while hanging your coat. Henry didn't answer you but you could now hear Kal wining and the tv on so that meant he was home.

You went to the living room, sure that Henry was there by now, even if he hadn't answered when you had said hi, maybe he had just fell asleep while watching a film.

Only when you entered the living room you were able to noticed that the table was set, a simple candle as center piece, and a bouquet of red roses was resting on what was supposed to be your side of the table. Henry was on the couch and it was clear he was very much awake

"Babe. I'm so sorry, I-" you tried but he didn't let you finish

"it's 11 p.m. Y/n, you told me you were going to be home at 6 at most... at 6 and it's 11 pm"- you could see it was upset and the last thing you wanted was to have a fight. You were so tired, you just wanted to hug your boyfriend and go to sleep preferably with your bear of a man and your baby-bear of a pup keeping you warm.

"I know I'm sorry, I really tried but the shipment department made a mistake and it took a while to fix it but listen-" he stopped you again and now you were getting annoyed. He knew there were really few things that got on your nerves and people not letting you speak was one of them. But you took a deep breath trying to stay calm as long as you could because you could see Henry was mad and one of you needed to keep a clear head if you wanted to avoid a fight

"You tried, yeah that's what you keep saying, that's the only thing I have been hearing from you in the last two months, well that and the message on your voicemail since you seem to have decided to stop answering my phone calls. Do you even remember what today is?”-he asked and even before he had finished to speak you wanted to curse. Fuck the roses, the home cooked dinner, he was wearing your favorite suit...

"It's our anniversary"- you whispered, it's not like you had completly forgotten, you had rembered this morning but you hadn't seen Henry before going to work since you had gotten out while he was still on his morning run, just to be sure not to get late. You had asked your boss to go out a little bit early but then the mess had happened and you had forgotten about the anniversary, about the dinner Henry had planned weeks ago without telling you anything about it, wanting it to be a surprise. He had only aked you to be there and well... you hadn’t been .

"Yeah it's our anniversary and I just spent it without even seeing my fiancè since she was busy working all day"- he wasn't screaming, Henry never did, especially not at you, but it didn't mean he was any less angry

"I tried, I swear I had asked Daniel yesterday to finish early but-"

"Daniel of course"- he interrupted you again and now you had had enough

"What's that supposed to mean?"- now you were getting angry... ok you were sorry you forgot about dinner, you were sorry you got home late, but calm-Y/n had run out of patience and you didn't like the tone your fiancè was using with you

"There is something I should know? about you and Daniel?"- Henry asked and in that moment you could have strangled him

"Please tell me you are not serious right now"- you tried one last time to reasoned with your fiancé

"Do you think I didn't noticed how he looked at you at your promotion dinner? How he always tried to get his hands on you?"

"OH MY GOD! Not this again, there is nothing between us, he is fucking married and even if he wasn't do you really think I would cheat on you? is that the consideration you have of me? Do you really think that low of me?"- you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream, maybe a bit of both. You were sure your relationship was solid but now it almost seems like it was falling to pieces in front of you

"No of course not. I dont know"- Henry said sounding deffeated

"You don't know... after four years together you dont know"- you could feel tears starting to fall but you didn't give them any mind -"Maybe we should take a break"- you added after a while you and Henry had spent waiting for the other to say something

"Yeah... let's just take a breath, I'm gonna take a walk, do you want me to get you something while I'm out?"- Henry was looking at you and even though you wanted to stop your mouth before it could spell the next words, you couldn’t, it almost seemed like you had lost control

"I meant a break from us"- you muttered

"You want to break up?"- Henry asked and you could see he was shocked and mad all over again

"I..."- you wanted to tell no but you couldn't speak, you wanted to stop him while he was getting his coat, you wanted to tell him you loved him when he was almost at the door, but you didn't. All you did was watch the love of you life slamming the door of your house while crying, Kal spent the whole time whining

-Now-

You had spent that night crying, trying to reach Henry on his phone to tell him you didn't really mean it, you were just tired and a little bit mad, you wanted him to get back home so you could rest and have that conversation when you weren't running high on emotion.

You had wanted to tell him you didn't mean it, there was no way you had meant it.

You heard the door opening and Henry getting in the house, you took a deep breath and tried to stop thinking about the past: you and Henry had moved past that fight and what it lead to. You had needed months of couple therapy but you were finally in a good place again.

"Hey baby"- you said while hugging Henry, the memory of that night had left you needing a little bit of affection

"You ok?"- Henry asked, he could probably see a lingering pain in your eyes, the pain form remembering but you didn't want to bring up that fight again, you had talk it through in therapy and you were over it, but sometime you still thought about that night, about what you could have said differently, you still wished no mistake had been made at work so that you could have been home on time... nothing would have happened then, or maybe it would have anyway, who knew. Your therapist had told you there was no good that could come from the 'what if' but you couldn't help yourself and, even if he didn't tell you, you knew it was the same for Henry, you knew he still thought about it, he still wished things had gone differently.

"Yeah of couse, I can't stop thinking about our trip for our anniversary in two months. Paris here we come"- you laughed trying not to think that your anniversary would always coincide with the worst memory of your relationship with Henry. But you had both decided you didn't want to lose the pleasure to celebrate your anniversary.

Henry smiled at you while tenderly kissing your temple

"I love you"- he said and your heart warmed as it did every time you heard those words from him. You two were ok... yeah you were

"I love you too"

You were about to kiss Henry when you heard Kal barking and the ring of the doorbell soon after.

"Are you waiting for someone?"- you asked

Henry shook his head before going to the door, you decided to stay in the kitchen so you could start cooking dinner, whoever was at the door Henry could handle it. But when 5 minutes had passed and Henry hadn't yet come back and hand't invited whoever was at the door in, you started to worry

"Henry who was it?"- you asked while reaching Henry at the door, but once you were there you almost stopped breathing: she was in your house with a stroller at her feet.

-10 months before- the day after the fight-

You had spent the previous night trying to reach your boyfriend on the phone to ask him to come back home, to let him know there was no way you wanted to break up, not even take a small break. That wasn't true, you had just been a little bit mad and very tired. But your calls hadn't been asnwered. You had then decided to leave him a message

"Hey baby I'm sorry about our fight, I didn't mean it, of course I don't want us to take a break. I'm gonna wait for you in our bed ok? Please come home. I love you"- your message had said

You were sure that as soon as Henry would have listened to your message, he would have come back home and you would have made up. There was no doubt in your mind.

You had fallen asleep while waiting.

The next day you had woken up expecting to find the warm presence of your fiance next to you, his big arms hugging you like he always did but you were alone, Henry's side of the bed was made.

You started to worry: there was no way that Henry after listening to your message hadn't come home, something must have happened.

You were ready to call every member of the Cavill family, every hospital in town to make sure he was ok, when you heard the door closing.

"Henry?"- you knew you were almost screaming but you were scared, you had been sure your fiance was nearly dead until a minute ago, otherwise why hadn't he answered your calls, why hadn't he come home.

"Oh my god Henry"- you flew in his arms as soon as you saw him, he squeezed you in between his arms, almost like he was sure you were going to leave. - "I'm so sorry about yesterday, I was just tired, you were right I need to balance my work and my personal life better, but you need to know I would never cheat on you, not with Danel, not with anyone. Beside Daniel gave me the next couple of days off, we could take the car and go on a road trip, we always wanted to do that. Henry are you ok? Did you get hurt?"- you asked in the end when you finally noticed you had been talking for minutes without Henry saying anything back.

"I'm sorry"- he only said

"I know I'm sorry too, we just had a fight, nothing that a calm conversation with a hot chocolate can't fix"- you gently kissed him on the nose.

Now that you weren't scare to death for your boyfriend safety, now that you could finally breathe and think clearly you noticed that your phone hadn't stopped beeping since you had woken up

"Oh my god, what is happening? I swear to god if something happened at work again I'm quitting"- you went to pick up your phone to understand what was happening that had people blowing up your phone.

"i'm sorry"- you heard Henry's saying once again while you looked at the thousand messages people had sent you, every one of them had photos of Henry with his arms around someone else, of Henry entering an hotel with another woman, photos of Henry kissing a woman that wasn’t you.

You looked at Henry and when he once again said sorry you were sure you were gonna be sick

-Now-

And now that woman was on your door step, with a straller on the floor at her feet.

"what is she doing here?"- you asked Henry and you knew you sounded harsh.

You could see the hurt in Henry's eyes, the fear of losing you, the same fear you had worked on together on therapy, you could see it, of course you could, but at the same time you could also see the woman your fiancé had cheated you with in your home, with a baby in toe.

“I don’t know”- Henry said unsure, it was clear he didn’t know who to look at, his eyes kept going from you to the women at your door to the baby no one had talked about yet.

You wanted to run, you really did, the woman that had almost broke your relationship forever was in front of your fiancé and even though you didn’t think Henry would hurt you like that again you weren’t going to risk it. You didn’t want to hate her: it was Henry who was in a relationship back then, he was the one who had made the mistake, but still you didn’t want to see her.

“I don’t want it”- the woman said bringing back you on earth

“What?”- Henry said

“I don’t want it, the baby, it’s yours. You can do whatever with it, you can keep it or give him up for adoption, I don’t care”- she sounded like she was talking about a thing and you really wanted to punch her

“You can’t just leave your baby with me, you don’t even know me”- Henry said while you stood there looking at the scene like it was a movie you were watching, like it wasn’t really happening in real life, like it wasn’t happening in YOUR LIFE.

“It’s not my baby”- she said before turning her back to you and leaving, the baby was still asleep in the stroller on the floor.

Henry picked the stroller up, and started to go in the living room, probably trying to understand what to do now

“Y/n”- Henry called you once he noticed you stood still at the door but you couldn’t move. You wanted to look at your fiancé but you knew once you did everything was going to become real or well real for you at least.

“Y/n, baby”- Henry said coming back to you once he was sure the baby was safe and asleep. He gently shook you, trying to get you to look at him and not at the now closed door

“You have a baby”- you just said

“I-“

“You have a baby with another woman… you had a baby with the woman you cheated me with”- you knew you sounded like a broken record but you were still processing

“We-“- Henry tried but you stopped him before he could even really begin

“Don’t even try saying that we were on a break, because I swear to God Henry… Fuck, you have a baby, and it’s not mine, fuck”- the tears were coming, you knew it, but you couldn’t help it, what do you do when your fiancé have a baby with the woman he has cheated you with?

“I think I need a moment”- you said

“Ok”- Henry said thinking you were going to go to the bedroom, but soon it was clear he had been mistaken -“where are you going?”- he asked when he saw you putting shoes and coat on and opening the door

“I need a moment”- you left without even looking at you.

You knew you should have stayed, you didn’t want to hurt him, you really didn’t but at the same time you were feeling all the hurt you had tried to leave behind and you didn’t know what to do.

-10 Months ago, the day after the fight-

“Y/n, talk to me please”- you had been staring at your phone for what it seems like hours without saying a word and Henry was starting to get worried. He tried to gently take your arm but you took a step back

“Don’t touch me”-

“I’m sorry, Y/n I made a mistake, an horrible one but I’m sorry”- Henry tried again

“A mistake?! You slept with another woman Henry”

“She didn’t mean anything”

“And yet she was worth jeopardizing our relationship”

“I didn’t think there was a relationship to jeopardize, I thought we were broken up”

“I asked for a break, a break I was ready to call off as soon as you got out of the house, I tried to call you so many times last night but you were too busy screwing someone else to answer me. You were busy sleeping with another woman after you had just accused me of cheating”-

“I’m sorry, I thought we were broken up, it doesn’t justify what I did I know, I fucked up but please, please, tell me we can fix it, tell me how to fix it”- Henry asked with glossy eyes

And you just stood there looking at the man you loved asking yourself if you would ever be able to forgive him

-Now-

You weren’t even sure where you were gonna go, you weren’t even sure what to do, you just got in the car and stood there.

You just stayed in the car, in front of your house where your fiancé was alone with a month-old baby, a baby that you didn’t give him.

You looked at your phone, you didn’t even know how but you had spent an hour in your car without doing nothing, you took a deep breath and looked at the house: there was no doubt anymore, you knew what you were going to do.

You exited the car and got in the house; you could hear the baby’s screams, so you let them lead you where your man and the baby were.

“You’re back”- Henry took a deep breath as soon as he saw you: you didn’t know if it was because he didn’t know if you were actually going to come back tonight or at all, or if he was hoping you could help him with a baby that apparently had been crying for a while, almost for as long as you had been gone.

“Why is the baby crying? Did you check the diaper? Did you feed him?”- you asked getting closer to Henry and gently caressing the baby’s feet

“You’re back” Henry said again

“Henry focus, yes I’m back”- you looked at your fiancé’s eyes for the first time since you had been back and you could see he was just as scared as you, you were both scared you weren’t going to survive another tsunami

“You left”- he just said

“I know, I’m sorry, I needed a moment or an hour apparently”- you shrugged

“Where did you go?”- he asked

“Nowhere actually, I just got in the car and stayed there, I needed a moment but we are gonna be alright, ok?”- you caressed Henry’s curls before pooping the baby nose softly watching the baby stopping screaming for a second before starting again -“we’re gonna be ok, we are probably gonna need to schedule a couple appointments with the therapist, but we are gonna get past this, but we need to focus on the baby right now.”

“Ok”- he just said waiting at you for direction… oh your man

“I think she left some formula and some diapers so I’m gonna take care of the baby and you are gonna make some calls”

“Calls?”

“Yes Henry calls. You need to call one of your brothers to get some stuff for the baby, the last thing we need is paps seeing me or worst you buying baby stuff, we need to be careful, at least until we have a better understanding of the situation. You also have to call your lawyer we need to know what to do, how we can be sure the baby is safe, how we can be sure no one can take him from us”- you were on a roll

“Us?”- Henry asked still shocked about the whole affair

“Yes us, if this baby is yours we’re gonna take care of him, love him like he deserves, like I know you have wanted to do as soon as she said it was your baby even if you haven’t said anything because you think I’m gonna leave you, I’m not. If you are the father, this baby is mine too, that’s it! But Henry tomorrow you need to make one more call, we need to have a paternity test made and probably have a doctor take a good look at him, just to be on the safe side”- you could see Henry’s heart breaking a little.

The little man has been in his life for just an hour and he was already attached, he was heart broken at the simple idea of giving him up.

“Henry I really hope she told the true, I know you want to be his father, but if you’re not, don’t you think his father deserves to know?”- you gently smiled at him

“You’re right”

“Of course I am, I always am right”- you smiled at him knowing that you were going to be alright. The baby, who had calmed down a little as soon as you had taken him in your arms and had started bouncing around, gave a little scream of unhappiness

“Yeah someone is hungry, aren’t you baby boy?”- you softly said to the baby.

You looked up, knowing that Henry was looking at you two and seeing his eyes filled with love you knew you were gonna make a beautiful family

“We’re gonna need a name”- you and Henry smiled

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I'm literally obsessed. I'm sure you've seen my stalking your recent kaz x reader fics and I will not apologize for it! You're amazing!!! Can I request a Kaz x reader with the two prompts (from a post you rebloged):

"You're a little hurt, that's all" (said by Kaz)

and

“You need to distract me. do something, anything.“ (said by Reader)

PS I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort. ;)

But seriously though. You're writing is amazing, and I hope you know that. ❤ Thank you for the extra comfort character content!!!

Dust and Rubble

♡ Summary: A plan goes wrong. You get injured. Kaz tries to help

♡ Fandom: Six of Crows, Grishaverse

♡ Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Reader

♡ Warnings: Vomit, Blood, Description of Injury

♡ WC: 4.7k

♡ Prompts: "You're a little hurt, that's all." // "You need to distract me. Do something, anything."

I seen your comment on my masterlist post but since this is a sideblog, I couldn't reply. But, yes! I will tag you in all my Kaz fics from here on if I remember to :]. Thank you for all the kind words you've been sending me.

Please excuse any grammar and spelling errors. Hope you enjoy <3

Prompts used came from this list by screnwriter

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The dress clothes you were wearing were made out of some of the finest exported materials you could get in Ketterdam, stolen from the closet of a high end family a mission was centered around months ago. It was your favorite color, and it was a crime that it wasn't simply named after you with how stunning you looked dressed in it from head to toe under the yellow lights of the ballroom, your skin shinning and teeth glowing from pure euphoria.

You fit in perfectly.

It was truly life's biggest shame that it would most certainly be drenched in dust, rubble, and blood by now.

Kaz sat up, eyes blurry and doubled- no, quadrupled, and ears ringing louder than the screams escaping from the throats of those who just became widows. His head was pounding, entire body begging him to lay down where he sat struggling and just rest for five more minutes.

But he couldn't. He absolutely could not. He had to find you. He had to find the others, and get the fuck out of here.

He rubbed at his eyes, gloves unhelpful as they dragged even more dust on his eye lids. A handkerchief in his dress-pocket was missing, so it was either fumble around with his eyes closed or deal with the consequences of dust filled eyes watering uncontrollably.

The latter was the option he went with.

His bad leg screamed as he pulled himself upright. Every breath was a fight, but nothing seemed to be broken or bloody. Just incredibly sore and leaden with what he's now registering as lifeless bodies thrown on top of him by the blast.

He wants to expel his entire stomach.

Waves clash at his knees, spreading up his thighs as he feels the weight of a severed arm slide off his back and drag down his body, hitting the floor with what should be a thump but is just followed by more ringing.

The only reason he knows he's not completely deaf is because he can heat the higher pitched screams around him, and voices that are running by him sound like they're underwater.

This is, by all means, a good sign.

As the last of the dirt is filtered out of his eyes by tears, he takes a good look around.

Women and men alike are sprinting around the ball room, looking for their loved ones and helping out those who are still looking. Some find eachother across the room and run into eachothers arms, embracing eachother tightly no matter how much pain they were in. Others clutch the lifeless bodies of their deceased or injured partners, begging to the saints and anyone around them to help.

Kaz's heart is pounding. He can feel it now, trying to claw its way out of his chest because he can't fucking see you and his leg hurts so bad it feels like he broke it again. But he forces himself to walk forward, to look up instead of down because if you're anything else but fine then he has to face the reality that he may have to adjust to this stupid saintless world without you in it and he's not sure he could cope with that.

Fuck, where did it go wrong?

The bombs weren't supposed to be anywhere near the inside of this room. They were supposed to be outside on dumpsters and inside crates to create distractions and block off paths in their escape. Were they labeled wrong? Did they bring them inside? But they were old and rotting. There shouldn't have been anything useful in them that would require them to bring them inside for literally any reason.

Did Wylan place them on the wrong crates? Did someone bring them inside in a drunken haze? But, how did parts of the fucking ceiling come crashing down?

The blueprints had to have been wrong. Everything must have been wrong when coming up with this plan and he didn't see it in the entire month it was being fleshed out.

Kaz tripped on a piece of rebar, it's presence covered by the torn dress of a different guest. His foot was sent alight with pain, knees landing awkwardly on palm sized pieces of rocks that made them feel fuzzy.

For fucks sake, where the hell are you?

And in a horribly timed moment, when he's on his stomach and arms feeling like jelly as they hoisted his body up, that is when he saw you.

He will never forget the full body reaction he had when he saw you.

You were laying face first on the ground, your clothes torn and soaked with blood that for a moment he hoped wasn't yours, but instantly knew it was.

Because in a terrible fit of irony, there was two large pieces of stained glass sticking out of your back. And Kaz wanted nothing more than to release the entirety of his stomach contents when he noticed they almost looked like wings.

This was a joke. A horrible, horrible joke.

In that moment, however, he saw your arms move, hand coming to rub at your face and another attempting to roll yourself on your side.

Your movement caused one of the shards to tilt, falling out of your wound and shattering against the ground. He's never heard more clearly than then when you let out a blood curdling scream as it tore your flesh and the other tilted as well.

It, however, didn't fall out, and only hooked itself under your skin, pulling it up and outward.

In an extraordinary display of adrenaline, Kaz lifted his body off the ground and marched on over to you.

"Y/n." He tried, hearing coming back to him in full swing.

It was overwhelming, the amount of people screaming and the sound of rubble falling against eachother. Bodies squelching as people stepped on them in their rush to get out and your cries as you continued to try and hoist yourself up.

He tried to stop you, but couldn't get there in time as the other largest shard slid out of your body and stained the floor with your blood.

"Y/n!" He called. He sank to his knees when he got to you, hardly thinking as he helped to get you on your hands and knees.

The water dragged up to his waist, splashing on his stomach. It jostled his stomach and made it very, very difficult to not regurgitate everything he had eaten.

"Kaz." Your voice was gruff and he watched in horror as blood mixed with your spit and fell to the floor.

He lifted you up, letting you sit on your legs to get a good look at you.

Your hair was filled with dirt and dust, eyelashes caked similarly. Red dripped from your busted bottom lip and down your chin. The gash was sure to scar, but at least the blood wasn't from a chest wound like he thought.

"Kaz." You called again, letting your head loll around. "Kaz my back really hurts. And my head." You tried to bring your arms up but let out a strangled sob when you couldn't.

"You're a little hurt, thats all." He lied, completely betraying his own mantra. Your clothes were becoming soaked in your blood and there was no fucking way he was going to be able to get you out without damn near carrying you and the water was already too high.

Without allowing himself to think about it, he got up and hooked his hands under your arms. You howled with pain, but you at least had the sense to help him as your wobbly legs straightened. Tears streamed down your face and your arms hung limp, but at least you were up.

"Alright, dove." He swallowed his spit, squeezing it past the lump in his throat. "We need to go, okay? We need to get out of here."

"But, the job-"

"Fuck the job." The words sounded wrong coming out of his mouth. "We can attempt it again a different day. But we need to live to see that day, yeah?"

You nodded, and he couldn't help but be a little grateful that you were a little out of it.

He tried his best to encourage you forward, but words of encouragement are the bottom of his list of things he's adept at, especially in situations such as this. So it was mostly limited to "Right there" and "You're okay."

You were no more than forty feet from the Slat when you went still, eyes squeezed shut and arms still hanging limp at your sides. The back of your clothes were soaked and slowly seeping to the sides. It slowed a lot since you began your trek back, but it was still concerning.

"We have to keep going."

"You need to distract me." You blurted, taking a staggering step forward. "Do something. Anything."

"Distraction." He mumbled, mostly to himself, partly to you because what the fuck was he supposed to do? There was nothing around he could use and his leg felt like it was splintering in his calf.

He could say something. Maybe put you into shock somehow. But you don't get shocked easily and you're usually the one spitting out random facts and tidbits of information. He doesn't have random facts and tidbits of information stored in his head outside of the ones you've given him-

Well. Actually...

"Did you know birds have one of the most sophisticated and impressive breathing systems of any animal?"

You lifted your head, peeking your eyes open to look at him with an expression of intrigue underneath the pain.

He went on. "They've got airsacs. Attached to their lungs." He struggled for the information. "They've usually got about nine, three up front and six in the back in their rump."

You chuckled childishly. "Rump."

"Yes, rump." He fought off a smile. "It takes two breathing cycles to complete one breath. If I'm not mistaken, it's called unidirectional breathing. We use bidirectional. In and out. They breathe in while also breathing out."

You trudged forward, nearly there. "Is that why their bones are hollow?"

He stared in slight surprise. "Yes, actually. They've got pneumatic bones with big open crevices that store air, which in turn helps them with flying."

"That's so cool."

"Learned it a while ago while listening to some tourist veterinarian while on a job." He could recall the job nearly perfectly. "He had various picturegraphs and diagrams-"

Kaz took a step forward and hollered in pain with a closed mouth, bad leg completely collapsing underneath him. It was probably fractured again.

He should have told you to shut up and keep walking. Instead he indulged you and got distracted trying to distract you.

Yet, he doesn't regret it.

"You okay?" You leaned down as much as your body would let you, wincing in pain every inch down.

He was about to respond when you seemed to have bent down too far, your entire body collapsing to the ground. You only had enough time to stop your head from cracking against the wet cobblestone ground before you went unconscious, body ragdolling in a pile of limbs.

The entire world seemed to be crashing again. In the back of his mind he knew he should act rationally, pick you up and drag you to the Slat, but he couldn't get his body to move.

'You're dead' he thought. 'You've lost too much blood. You died.'

Those thoughts were only there for a moment before he sprung into action, letting the rational take over and hoisting you up and over his shoulder. He ignored the searing pain in his leg and the waves crashing at his chest and licking up his neck, limping to the door of the Slat and throwing it open.

He was lucky that Nina had made it back some time ago.

Very, very lucky.

"Zenik!" He called out. She responded immediately, her entire face falling as she seen who he was holding. Matthias' name was out of her mouth in an instant, his hulking body coming from around the corner. He stares for no more than a second before running over and taking you from Kaz's back.

"What happened?" She asked as she rushed down the stairs and into the makeshift infirmary, Matthias in front and Kaz taking up the rear.

"Glass shards. Stuck right through about three inches."

She ordered Matthias to set you down on your side. Placing you on your chest posed too much risk to your breathing stopping completely. Nina immediately got to work, tearing the clothes off your shoulders and exposing your back.

Her hands hovered over the gashes on your back, eyes squinted as she felt around for the damage. She cursed and moved her hands, the room watching as your muscles began to flex and more blood poured from your wounds. He nearly yelled at her to demand an explanation when a smaller piece of glass exited the wounds. She took them and dropped them in a bucket next to the table.

"They were moving around as you two were walking, going deeper." She closed her eyes completely now, hands immediately back to the gashes. "One of them nicked an artery."

"Fix it." He ordered.

"Oh really? That's what I should be doing?" Her eyes snapped open, glaring at your back. He knew they were supposed to be directed at him. "I thought I was supposed to be cutting it."

He glared at the side of her face. "Don't get smart with me, Zenik."

"Then don't give me stupid orders."

And he knows it was a stupid order. He knows. But he had to say it. He had to.

He paced around the little amount of open space he had. His skin felt like it was crawling where he slung you over his shoulder and he was drowning, the water covering his nose and nearly covering his eyes. His stomach felt like it was turning inside out, guts twisting at sharp angles. He was absolutely soaking in his own sweat and his fucking leg-

"Kaz if you're going to pace you're going to have to leave. It's distracting."

"Last I checked you don't give orders around here."

"No, I don't. But I'm the one currently fixing your love interest and I need silence and no distractions to achieve that."

He felt his shoulders bristle and cheeks grows warm. "Y/n's not my love interest."

That got a chuckle out of her. "Please, Brekker. Don't lie to yourself. It makes you look daft." He was about to retort, but the door above slammed open, Pim popping her head around the corner once she trekked her way down the stairs.

"Jesper and the rest of the crew are back."

White hot anger surged in his blood. When he got ahold of them he would tear them in half.

His eyes flickered to your body, Matthias holding you on your side with Nina pouring every ounce of her focus into fixing your wounds. And then he thought of himself, pestering her like a gnat to fresh fruit and being of no help at all.

He really wasn't like himself. Not with you.

"I'll be there in a moment." He leveled his voice. "Herd them to my office."

Pim nodded and disappeared up the stairs.

He waited until the footsteps faded until he looked at Nina again. A thin sheen of sweat was plastering to her forehead.

He took a deep breath, and then grabbed a nearby bucket and discarded any and all of his insides into it. Spit collected in his cheeks, making them burn as it coated his teeth. The back of his throat burned. He swished it around, spitting whatever was left into the bucket. He dryheaved for a few moments, cursing all the saints he didn't believe in before putting the bucket back where it came from, wiping trickles of bile from his lips and transferring it to his clothes.

The water was lowering, heavy against his chest but no longer covering his face. He tried to remember your warmth, a stark contrast to the charactered piercing cold of corpses, and walked around the table and up the stairs.

"If she dies, Zenik, so do you." He completely ignored Matthias' protective growl.

She nodded. "Noted."

He held onto the railing, knuckles turning white underneath his gloves. The backs of his cheeks were collecting spit once more, stomach contracting. He begged to his own body to just wait a little longer, and took the last step up and into the main floor of the Slat.

Dregs stared, but he couldn't be bothered with them. All he could see was red and green and feel red and blue, and the only people that could explain this was up several stairs and in his office.

It was a blur all the way up until he reached his door and swung it open. Jesper, Wylan, and Inej were sitting around the room, all staring at him with a look of guilt and mild fear.

He closed the door behind him and grabbed his cane from the umbrella bucket. It wasn't loud, but the sound was firm and noticeably being masked as something it was not.

With gritted teeth and venom in his voice, his question-turned-statement rang clear in the quiet room.

"What. Happened."

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You were dressed in a baggy white button-up shirt and the coziest pair of sleep pants that Kaz could find in Ketterdam. The material wasnt itchy. Rather, it was soft and felt addicting on the pads of his fingers when he dragged them over it, slow and meticulous. They weren't nearly as high end as the clothes you were in before, and they weren't your favorite color by a long shot, but you still looked as attractive as ever.

The chair Kaz was sitting in was old and uncomfortable. Everytime he shifted he felt as if it would break underneath him. The wood bent and groaned no matter what position he took, but he would deal with it as he always does.

He watched your breathing, eyes glued to your chest for any sign that you were going under.

It had been several days since the mishap at the ball, and he was still as angry as he was that day after walking up all those steps to his office for an explanation.

It was stupid. The mistakes that were made were childish at best, completely and utterly rubbish at worst. A child could have done better. A child after downing several pints of beer could have done better.

He took a deep breath, attempting to calm his rapidly beating heart.

He's already gotten too worked up over this several times, a sour mood following him day in and day out.

Nina was able to fix your artery, but it was the loss of blood that truly worried her. She had no idea if you would pull through, but she did her best.

Realistically, Kaz couldn't blame her. He knew that she would do her best and then some to make sure that you would have the best chance of pulling through. But seeing you still unconscious, even if Nina was the one keeping you under, made him resent her a little. A lot. But you being kept unconscious with your healing process sped up was the fastest way for you to recover, so he'll keep his mouth shut and his brooding (for the most part) to himself.

Being down here gave him a lot of time to think. Which usually wasn't a problem. He treasured the time he got to himself, to continue scheming and analyzing blueprints and updating ledgers. Small meticulous tasks to fill his day and cards and dice to fill his night.

But he didn't realize that he treasured the small moments with you even more. Even if you didn't invade his space directly, he enjoyed the subtle ways in which you did.

The tea you brought him late at night would sit on a coaster next to the papers on his desk, the aroma filling his nose as he drunk it slowly, savoring the way you got it right almost every time these days. Little sayings you spewed at random moments would sit in his mind, always just to the left of his current thoughts. Little trinkets you found that you thought he would enjoy would find their place around his office or in a drawer just dedicated to you.

He didn't get those anymore. Not with you down here.

He shifted, internally wincing at the way the chair groaned.

It was loud enough that he missed your own groan. But he didn't miss the way you shifted and the way his name fell from your lips.

"Kaz?" You called into the room.

"To your right." He could attempt to play this cool all he wanted, but the second his own voice made it back to his ears he knew pretending was futile.

You turned your head, and your entire body relaxed when your eyes scanned his virtually unscathed body. He didn't realize the weight that he was carrying on his shoulders until he really processed that you were alive and finally awake. He felt lighter. Lighter in a way he hasn't felt for a long time.

"How much pain?" He asked, getting up from his chair and standing next to the table.

You wiggled around, instantly wincing. "Not too bad." Of course you would say thay. "Just a little sore."

He put his hand next to yours on the table, leather gloves feeling a little hot around his hands.

"What even happened?"

He sighed heavily, annoyance plaguing his body. "Turns out they moved all the rotting crates outside into the building. They didn't want anything outside to sway the professional look they were trying to achieve." He tapped the table. "The bombs were inside, and our blueprints were outdated by nearly a decade. The structural integrity of the building has been shot for years and some drunk civilian decided he was going to have a cigar right next to the bombs and threw his match into the crate, setting off the bomb."

"And that made nearly the entire building collapse." You finished.

"Exactly."

He looked at the space next to your head. It was a horrible miscalculation that nearly cost his crew their lives. He had to do better. This line of work isn't safe and never will be but he had to work harder to eliminate risks as much as-

"Stop." You said, voice suddenly stern. He looked into your eyes, alight with fire. "Don't go down that inane rabbit hole."

"It was a possibility I should have foreseen." He began. "The fact that I didn't shows that I'm falling behind."

"No." You said so simply. You took a deep breath like you were steeling yourself, and then began the painful trek of sitting yourself up.

"Lie back down." He tried to order, hand coming up just inches in front of your chest. You stared at it, then moved your lower body to come below your upper half, effectively sitting up while staying in place. He didn't know whether to be impressed, be annoyed, or chuckle.

"Kaz, you cannot possibly believe that you can foresee every outcome to ever happen."

"Of course not." He agreed, but still felt a little attacked. "But this is one I that I should have. It makes sense."

"Even if you did see it, you cannot control how the building responds- usually!" You shouted the moment he tried to interject. "The blueprints were out of date. There's no way you could have known that the entire thing would collapse."

"I should have double checked the dates. Made sure they were the updated ones."

"And why would you do that?" You pressed on. "When you ask for blueprints as architect, you would automatically assume they would give you the most updated ones. It was a logical assumption."

"I still should have checked." He didn't raise his voice, but it was obvious that he wanted to.

You looked at him, a little shocked, eyes searching for something. He fought everything in him that told him to turn away and walk up those steps. He felt a little bare, and got a grip on his breathing. Sudden understanding spread across your face.

"You know I'm alive, right?" You straightened your back. "I'm here."

He was about to retort, say 'of course I know that. You're sitting right in front of me.' But the reality of the situation truly dawned on him, just like in those frantic moments when he was looking for you, that there was a very good chance that you could have died if Nina didn't arrive back when she did.

This was childish. He gripped the head of his cane. "Of course I do."

You reached your hand out, inches away from his hand. You waited for a sign from him, and grabbed the cuff of his jacket with the pads of your fingers when he gave a subtle nod. The way you moved was slow and deliberate, giving him ample time to pull away. You stopped when his hand was no more than a few inches from your chest and let go.

He kept it there, hovering. Very carefully, you slid his glove off and put it to your side. Your lip was scarred.

"I'm here," you looked him in the eye, "because of you. I'm alive, because of you. Neither I, nor anyone else, expects you to see everything that could be thrown at us. We take the risk everyday when we adorn the Dregs tattoo, and even when we don't." He swallowed the spit in his throat, listening to your voice. "I don't plan to leave you anytime soon, Kaz."

He let your words sink in, feeling the warmth radiating from your chest. The waters lapped at his knees, but that distinctive sick feeling wasn't nearly as bad. You were open, giving him the choice, and he didn't feel pressured to fulfill anything.

He wanted to, he really truly wanted to.

He pulled his hand back, giving a nod. But not today.

"Don't leave." It was both a statement and a request, a plea, even, whispered into the candle lit room.

Silently, you took the glove and passed it to him. "No problem."

With a vulnerable heart and shaking hands, he took the glove and put it on. They didn't feel all that hot anymore.

"Wait here." He said. "I'll get Nina."

You smiled. "Yes, sir." You attempted to salute him, and winced when you moved too quickly. He sighed, a whisper of a smile gracing his lips, and started to make his way up the stairs.

The moment he emerged from the underground, the eyes of his Crows magnetized towards him. It only took them a moment for them to break out in smiles, Nina immediately hopping up and heading down the stairs.

"Told you Y/n would come around soon." Jesper piped up, earning a little shove from Wylan and a shake of the head from Matthias.

Inej stared at Kaz, and he immediately knew he was showing more than he intended. He schooled his expression and walked to the kitchen to prepare himself and you some tea.

The faintest movement alerted him of Inej's presence behind him as he got the cups down.

"It was your eyes." She said, answering a question he didnt ask. A moment of silence passed between them, conversations of little importance invading his space. "I don't think I've ever seen them so bright."

He didn't have it in him to say anything to that. Instead, he gave her a look with relaxed brows and an even more relaxed jaw, hoping that was enough. She smiled before disappearing again, no doubt going to see you.

As he poured the water in a clean pot, checking the temperature is where it needs to be, he leaned against the counter and let out a long sigh, exhaling umtil his lungs begged for air.

So long as you were alive and with him, he would be fine.

And as terrifying as that statement was, it brung him immense comfort.

You wouldn't leave him. Not anytime soon.

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The Warning

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: "Are they making you uncomfortable? I can do something about it."

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Din had warned you that this place would be seedy, but that's not the half of it. Eyes seem to follow you everywhere in the cantina, and for once since being at the Mandalorian's side, you don't think it's because of his shining beskar. You and Din stay close together while he awaits his information and the proximity brings you temporary relief.

Until you happen to catch the gaze of your ex-partner.

You set your hand against your forehead and lean your elbow upon the bar. "This can't be happening," you mutter to yourself.

Still, Din—alert as ever—catches your words. His helmet straightens as it turns in your direction. "What?" he asks, his modulated voice just as hushed as your own. A gloved hand brushes over his holster.

You give your head a shake. "It's nothing serious. Just..." you glance back up and once again meet your ex-partner's gaze, "remember when I told you about my last partner?"

Din tightens his fist as he leans his arm against the bar. "Yes."

"Well," you inhale and feel your chest tighten even more, "they're here. Right now."

Din's visor follows your gaze. His armored shoulders tense. "Why?"

You huff. "I don't know!" You cross your arms and rest them upon the bar. "But it doesn't surprise me."

Your gaze rises once more as you meet theirs for the third time. It's as if their gaze hasn't strayed from you once, a realization that sends a cold and unsettling chill down your spine. You shift your weight and reach for the drink you've barely nursed.

"They won't stop staring."

Din's helmet turns to you in an instant. "Are they making you uncomfortable?" His helmet tilts. "I can do something about it."

While your face warms at his protectiveness, you give your head a shake. "No, it's fine. Really."

Din has since turned his head to stare straight at your ex-partner. If his visor wasn't blocking his eyes, you know his gaze would be nothing short of lethal. Din drums his gloved fingers upon the bar once, then twice, a calculated rhythm. "Okay." He glances back at you. "Then you're not responsible for what happens next."

You furrow your brow. "What do you..."

You trail off when Din pushes off from the bar and heads in your ex-partner's direction. Your eyes double in size while a curse tumbles from your lips. The gaze of your ex-partner only drifts from you once Din is standing in front of them, his frame towering over their own.

"Can I help you?" asks your ex-partner, their voice just as gruff and condescending as you remember. You had let yourself tolerate it, but Din certainly won't.

Din tilts his helmet. "No." His modulated voice is cold and chilling. "But I can help you."

Your ex-partner lifts their brow. "How so?"

Din's hands tighten into fists at his sides. "You've got two eyes right now. If you'd like to keep it that way..." Din lifts a hand and points to their cup, "keep them on your drink."

Their gaze meets yours for a fourth time before they respond. "And if I don't?"

"Then your inability to see will be the least of your problems."

Your ex-partner tries to laugh it off. Your hands tighten around your own cup. "Sure, Mandalorian." They lift their drink in a toast of agreement. "Whatever you say."

Din nods and turns to walk back over to you. Within an instant, your ex-partner starts making the move to throw the rest of their drink on him.

You try to warn Din, but before you can even get the words out, Din ducks under their drink and turns to face them in just one simple step. He takes a tight hold of their wrist and twists it, causing them to cry out in pain as their cup clatters against the cantina floor. Din pulls them by the arm from their seat and drives his knee straight into their gut. Before they can recover whatsoever, Din takes their head and secures it against the bar, making them face him as he speaks to them one last time.

"If I ever catch you looking at them like that again," Din gestures to you with his helmet, "I'll finish what I just started. Understand?"

Your ex-partner struggles to compose a response. Din applies more pressure to their head.

"Tell me you understand."

"I—I understand!" Their exclamation is panicked and desperate.

Din's sly grin is evident in his tone as he replies. "Good." He lets go of your ex-partner, who stumbles for a moment to gather their bearings. Your eyes remain widened in shock as Din approaches you and gestures to the exit. "Come on. We're leaving."

Your brow wrinkles. "But you haven't gotten your information yet."

Din shrugs and leads the way out of the cantina, his gloved hand brushing over your lower back. "That's fine. I'll get it elsewhere."

You try, and fail, to hide a smile as your side brushes along his own. Your voice lowers as you go on. "That was a really bold way of saying 'I love you,' you know."

Din gives you a fond tilt of his helmet. His touch on your back becomes more firm as you imagine the handsome smile that hides beneath his beskar. "I like to use the more... unique ways."

"Trust me." You let your full smile shine up at him. "I know."

[scara-meow-che]

ʜᴏᴍᴇ⠀┃⠀ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ⠀┃⠀ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ⠀┃⠀ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

knock me up, buttercup!

☰⠀FEATURING⠀ⵓ⠀various male genshin characters x fem! reader

☰⠀DETAILS⠀ⵓ⠀NSFW HEADCANONS ະ tons of cum ະ breeding a whole lot of it.

☰⠀NOTES⠀ⵓ⠀apparently, anything related to breeding makes me go stupid so enjoy all these thirsty headcanons. also, this was based on 🐇 anon’s list of those who has breeding kink. aCK I LOVE YOU SO, SO MUCH <3

・ʚ⠀ZHONGLI⠀ɞ・

++⠀this man has his own dragon form

++⠀dragon going into heat??? breeding, knotting, just completely knocking you up until he can practically see your cute lil' tummy have this cute lil' bump, so full of his potent seeds.

++⠀it wasn't as if it's his choice from the very start. he just goes into some cycles but you, being the obedient, sweet, and caring wifey, just have the heart to tell him "let me help you with your heat."

++⠀he won't stop until he knows he really got you pregnant.

++⠀multiple rounds, your man got the stamina needed in breeding into you. has your legs high up on your chest, his cock plowing so deep inside your cunt. his rough and fast pace never felt enough as after each round, he would increase his pace and strength in ramming in and out of you.

++⠀when he finally makes sure you are well-bred and really knocked up, he would tend to you no. he would use himself as your own plug to keep all his cum inside your sensitive and abused cunt, really making sure he gets what he wants and that is to have a kid inside of you.

++⠀cockwarming would often be the way you do aftercare and gentle forehead kisses and whispers of his love for you. he would calm you down, let you relax your sore legs, and massage your small back.

++⠀it was the price you pay for helping your hubby in his rut cycle, knowing full well that you'd limp for a whole week. but you can't ignore how full and warm you still are around his fat and long cock. it was satisfying enough to not hate him for being so rough with you.

・ʚ⠀CREPUS⠀ɞ・

++⠀this was all because of the endless family tradition of needing to continue the ragnvindr name.

++⠀as he was raised, he was often told to have a family of his own. to continue their legacy, the prosperous name of this family... young crepus had already implanted in his mind how he needs to have a family.

++⠀so when he finally meets you, the love of his life, he can't help but have these nasty thoughts of just fucking you so full of his cum.

++⠀he would always try to find a way to ease you in getting fucked raw, just your cunt squeezing so tightly around his thick shaft makes it harder for him to pull back when he hears you say "please, not inside."

++⠀he knows it's bad. archons, he shouldn't be tempted to just shoot all his seed in your fertile cunt, mind swirling in the images of you having a swollen belly, bearing his own little bundle of happiness.

++⠀but crepus was really good in coaxing you, whispering sweet words, and telling you how he would love to have a family with you. such words had easily swooned your heart and soon you can feel him pumping all his cum in one blow.

++⠀it was so thick, so warm around your walls. you loved the feeling of having him come inside you so you asked him to do it again.

++⠀who was he to ignore your request when he benefits just so the same?

・ʚ⠀CHILDE⠀ɞ・

++⠀fuck do i even need to explain for this guy?

++⠀legit a family man, no double takes, no caps.

++⠀ah, he keeps on remembering the day when he almost got thrown away by your sheer strength alone

++⠀childe loves the thrill of a fight and when you can stand on the same ground as him, he knew that he wants you so damn much.

++⠀the time he finally got your heart, he was brutally honest with his intentions. and you, being oddly attracted to such an idea, can't help but listen to childe himself.

++⠀such a dirty talker, easily making you fucking wet and loose around him. he'd make your pussy the perfect hole to breed into. he gets so hard just imagining you carrying his children so when he sheaths himself inside the snug hold of your sex, he almost came at how drunk he was to the thought of breeding into you.

++⠀puts you into the ol' mating press but the twist in here is that he would literally make you cum so damn much before he dives in and cums himself. when you reached your third orgasm is when he'd shoot his first load. he wouldn't take your "too much! 's too much!"

++⠀"shut up, i know full well that you can take it," he says before cumming the second time that night.

++⠀he would be patient, waiting for your news or he himself is the one to check on your period cycle.

++⠀and when he finds out that he wasn't able to knock you up, he would use one week to just fuck you full of his cum, shooting it deep inside of you.

++⠀he will never stop until he gets you pregnant.

・ʚ⠀DILUC⠀ɞ・

++⠀this wasn't because of his father. in fact, the breeding thought came crashing on him when he creampied you during one night when he can't control himself.

++⠀he was embarrassed to even think of such thoughts!

++⠀he was plenty nervous, not knowing whether he'd be a good father when he accidentally gets you pregnant.

++⠀but when he saw you in one of those dresses, so sweet and caring towards him, his mind just flips and visualize how you'd look like as the mother of his own kid.

++⠀heck, he even noticed how good you looked when you were the one taking good care of klee one day as you teach the child to make origamis.

++⠀and all those thoughts accumulated this profane depravity until he can no longer hold back and fuck you so good one night.

++⠀he would shove you down the bed, press your legs open as he settles in between you. his hips would smack so roughly on the middle of your legs, his cock hits every right spot of your gummy walls.

++⠀he was like a bunny in heat, humping in fast and uncalculated thrusts in and out of your sloppy hole. he doesn't care about his own ideals when you looked so breedable in front of him.

++⠀and the fact that you take him so well without any complaints makes his heart constricts in such a satisfied manner, making him cum right then and there when your hoarse voice whispers his name.

・ʚ⠀KAEYA⠀ɞ・

++⠀only does it when he is in a very intimate relationship with you.

++⠀like no secrets left unscathed, he truly trusts you that much to even want to have a family.

++⠀he thinks he is undeserving of it, heart aching as he gets flashbacks of his past

++⠀but when you were the one who asked him to fuck a child in your needy little pussy

++⠀fuck, you should do that more often with him.

++⠀you would literally feel the difference from the way he rolls his hips, angling his curved cock just right on where he felt your walls tighten upon hitting the very spot.

++⠀pulls your legs up, not caring about how this position would sometimes hit him in the face at how crazily good he makes you feel. he grunts, his eye glinting so darkly at your whimpering and writhing state.

++⠀cums in loads, would put you in different positions, testing the fucking waters whether he can fuck you silly until you just limp like a ragdoll in his arms.

++⠀merciless as he lets himself loose in just pumping all his cum in your greedy pussy, slapping your clit when he felt you clamping so tight. he would feel your muscles relax for a bit before contracting once more from the post-dazed feeling of your nth orgasm.

++⠀he just goes crazy at the moment you said you wanted to have a family with him so he'd really make sure to let your wishes happen. anything for you.

・ʚ⠀SCARAMOUCHE⠀ɞ・

++⠀this fucker... i can't even gggrrrrr

++⠀breeds into you out of possessiveness. there are no other reasons as to why he would abuse your cute little pussy. everything was for the sake of toning down the jealousy he felt when someone commented how breedable you are.

++⠀he hates kids, no caps. he doesn't want to have one but he needs to assert his dominance over you. you were his and his alone so expect to be bred and marked so good by scara.

++⠀his words were already filthy on a normal basis but when he is like this, he would make you feel how nasty it was to even want him to fuck you full of his cum.

++⠀cums in loads after loads, surprised he would even last a lot of rounds considering how much he doesn't dwell in this carnal desire to populate.

++⠀but there he was, emptying himself, balls deep inside of you, biting and nipping at your skin as if the purple and blue marks already adorning it from last night's intense session wasn't enough for him.

++⠀he doesn't stop in just one day of literally having your insides so full of his seed. he would make use of all the chances he gets to breed into you when others are in earshot. he would have the word spread that you are his alone. his to fuck. his to breed. his to claim.

++⠀fuck you scaramouche, please i just want you to fuck me already. smh.

・ʚ⠀KAZUHA⠀ɞ・

++⠀our sweet baby legit wants to start a family with you.

++⠀he somehow finds himself missing his family. well, he did grow up where he was thought to continue the family name, whether it be on their lowest or not.

++⠀so when he meets you, he just automatically thought of how it'd be to start a cute lil' family with you.

++⠀to even see you bend down in half beneath him, just accepting every ounce of cum he shoots from his still hard and throbbing cock... kazuha had his head in the clouds, groaning after his second load paints your fluttering hole white.

++⠀he is always balls deep inside you. the position may always be the same (he just loves seeing you come undone because of him and only him), he makes sure to hit all the sensitive spots inside of you.

++⠀gives you tons of kisses as he pumps another round of his seed, praising you for being such a good girl.

++⠀he is a soft dome through and through. i don't make the rules.

・ʚ⠀XIAO⠀ɞ・

++⠀baby doesn't even know it's a kink :(

++⠀he just found the way your belly would always look a bit bloated when he cums so much inside of you.

++⠀nights were always spent visualizing the same image of you laid down the bed, chest rising and falling to let air calm your burning body as your cunt drips out his cum but the slight little bump on your belly was just too good for xiao!

++⠀he would jerk off to it, feeling his cock ache so badly inside his pants. please help your poor baby out :(

++⠀and the time he finally gets to be with you again, he would do all the nasty things he had thought of as he was away.

++⠀he hates how much he is dwelling into indulging mortal frivolities but he wouldn't complain when he gets to see your belly swelling once more, eyes closed and your lips can only utter his name in such a lewd voice.

++⠀he will get addicted to it so make sure to let him know what he's getting into!

・ʚ⠀ALBEDO⠀ɞ・

++⠀someone once mentioned to him the idea of breeding it was kaeya...

++⠀finds it interesting so he tries to learn more about as much as... he can.

++⠀he surely knows that there is one factor he can't accomplish upon conducting the act of breeding.

++⠀but he surely knows how much you love it when he uses the mere mention of the term as he pounds into you in his office.

++⠀clearly not the ideal spot to do it for the first time but albedo would have you laid restless as he constantly whispers how he would use all his cum just to make sure you'd bear his kid.

++⠀you know all too well but it felt so good having your legs spread open on the table, face pushed down the smooth surface as albedo take you from behind.

++⠀his body leans down to whisper the nastiest phrases he could think of, ranging from "it seems like your cunt is asking me to knock you up, isn't that right f/n?" to "you have to keep my cum deep inside you, okay? i will fuck you in the next hour and on the next until we will defy the law of nature. i will make sure you will carry my kids f/n."

☰⠀TAGLIST⠀ⵓ⠀@lucifucker​  ະ @colourless-cora [ i can’t tag you :( ]

[byeol-ssi]

i. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗪𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗝𝗼𝗯 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

✦ kim dokja x gn!reader | omniscient reader's viewpoint

✦ tags: sunbae!dokja, hubae!reader, modern au, office romcom au, co-workers to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, smidge of self-deprecating thoughts (it's dokja, surprise!)

✦ story navigation.

There are three ways to survive the corporate world.

Depending on the outcome one would like to achieve, there are methods more effective than others. However, one thing is certain: climbing up the ranks is the ultimate path to success.

[Further evidence is required to support the aforementioned statement. The author shall get back to this promptly.]

For 28-year old, single, Kim Dokja, doing just enough to not get fired was sufficient.

He never clocked into work very early, avoided staying overtime, refused to take on extra assignments, and exerted the barest of minimums.

And it was fine. Good even. It allowed him to possess a great deal of free time to [read his beloved web novels] mind his own business.

"Yoo Sangah-ssi from the HR Department spoke highly of you. Mino Soft is planning to assemble another group, and after examining your records, the higher ups agreed that you would suit the role of Team Manager quite fittingly."

Kim Dokja stared at his superior, Mr. Kwon. Glanced at the empty seat next to him. Looked over behind his shoulder.

No one else was present in the room except for himself and his direct supervisor, a stubby-legged man who wore suits far too small for his original size.

"Ah," Dokja answered, because there wasn't really anything else for him to say.

The title felt so... foreign, especially for someone like him. He couldn't imagine himself being responsible for anyone.

There is a saying that one's name reflects one's life.

For instance, the name his parents gifted him with, Dokja, meant two things: alone or reader. Up until the present, he's unfortunately lived up to that superstition.

'Alone' and 'team' weren't necessarily words one would put together. Forcing them would likewise spell 'inevitable disaster'.

"Should you decide to accept, your hourly rate will now be increased to ₩17,800," Mr. Kwon continued, mindlessly waving his pen around. The buttons on his shirt seemed dangerously close to popping. Dokja should probably sit farther away. "You'll also be provided with a company card to cover the expenses your team will require."

That... would be a lot of money. Considerably greater than what he was used to receiving at the end of every month.

In hindsight, his current salary as a full-time, ordinary employee was... okay. He's managed to survive this long by cutting corners on meals, turning down social events, and renting out a dwarfish-sized [hole] apartment.

But this offer would definitely be better. Surely there wasn't any other reason for him not to grab the opportunity, right?

His workload would presumably double—that much was to be expected. He'd have to learn how to cooperate with other people, but what risk did not involve stepping out of one's comfort zone?

In times like these, only one sentence came to mind: what would a protagonist do?

A main character would undoubtedly rise to the occasion. If they had the courage to do it all the time, why couldn't he?

He could, he convinced himself. A path has been opened for him towards a more favorable destiny, and this would be his moment. The dawn of an evolution and his long sought-after character development arc.

His superior slid a crisp white folder across the glass table. A newly drafted contract awaiting his signature.

"So, what do you say?"

Team Manager Kim Dokja.

A shiny new plaque now sat neatly on Dokja's otherwise bare desk.

The company was generous enough to allocate him and his future team with an old filing room—which ironically collected more dust than documents—to serve as their office.

Prior to his promotion, Dokja vividly remembers hiding away here to sneak in a few chapters or eat lunch. The rusted metal drawers that previously blocked the windows were now replaced by empty cubicles and enabled sunlight to bathe the room. There was even an alcove tucked away into the corner of the room equipped with kitchen appliances.

Looking at the newly furnished space felt... nice. A bit lonely at the moment, but Dokja was rather used to that. After all, one's name followed one's life, and 'Dokja' meant alone.

He shook his head and clenched his fists. This would be the case no longer. Slowly, these desks will be filled with promising individuals of his own choosing. Individuals he hoped to someday call his companions. Friends.

A knock on his door startled him into sitting upright. He cleared his throat, calling out for the person to come in. The second Mr. Kwon enters, inexplicable dread fills his stomach similar to a balloon being inflated.

Did they change their mind about him? Were they going to take his newly appointed position away because they realized he wasn't really suitable for the role?

Knowing his luck, it wasn't at all impossible.

Mr. Kwon nodded in greeting. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Sajangnim."

"I'm afraid to say this—" his superior began. A terrible sense of foreboding crept with every word he spoke. "But we need you to begin working ASAP."

Dokja inwardly sighed with relief. The imaginary balloon deflates. He wasn't getting demoted. Not today, at least. Hopefully, not for a long while.

Mr. Kwon, oblivious to Dokja's emotional rollercoaster, continued. "I'm aware you haven't had much time to fully settle into the role—"

No kidding. Twenty-four hours haven't even fully gone by since he accepted the offer and he still rode on the high of excitement as he made his way to work this morning.

"—and I figured you wouldn't have any time to select your members right away, so I did you a favor and picked someone out to assist you on my own. Don't worry, they're quite dependable."

The gesture was... unexpectedly nice of Mr. Kwon. Maybe if Dokja put aside a portion of his future paycheck, he would be able to buy his superior a [larger suit] nice potted plant.

"You can come in now," Mr. Kwon announced over his shoulder.

The door creaked open to reveal... you.

Dokja has never seen you around the office before. Granted, he doesn't have the widest social circle inside [and outside] the company, so his inability to recognize you could purely be his fault.

Yet... Dokja's pretty certain he would've remembered someone like you.

He could already tell that your position in life was wholly different in comparison to his solely from your appearance and presence.

It wouldn't be far-fetched to assume that you were from the higher departments. Why would they pair you with an underling like him?

"Hello, Team Manager-nim!" You bowed cheerfully in greeting. "I'll be in your care starting today!"

Dokja flushed, taken by surprise, and hastily bowed as well. It was the first time anyone had called him by his title in person.

Mr. Kwon patted your shoulder. "They were newly hired yesterday. I'm expecting you to show them the ropes."

His mind trailed off into a screeching halt as he registered the latter parts of his supervisor's words.

Wait. What?

He didn't anticipate that you would essentially be a new arrival. Furthermore, he had absolutely zero experience being a... a mentor.

If he had money and eaten breakfast, he would have probably thrown up right now. He should've trusted his gut. There was a reason he felt an ominous foreshadowing at Mr. Kwon's spontaneous visit.

How in the world was he going to take care of you? He barely even managed to pull his own life together. Even then, it was tied together with a flimsy piece of string.

He couldn't do this. He should refuse. Blurt out that Mino Soft was making a huge, huge mistake. To be fair, they already had by even considering and bestowing him such a prestigious position in the first place.

He did not have the ability or knowledge on how to mold someone into their fullest potential. You deserved to be with someone like the sunny Yoo Sangah-ssi. The intelligent Jang Eun-Yeong. You probably would even learn something from the unlikeable Han Myungoh.

"Team Manager-nim?"

Dokja turned his head, snapping out of his thoughts. Mr. Kwon was gone too, leaving behind a stack of paperwork that wasn't with him when he entered. Sly bastard.

"Yes?" Dokja asked.

You blinked. You smiled nervously, looking unsure of yourself. Your expression ignited guilt inside him.

"You can choose whichever table you like." He swung an arm, motioning to the desks. You beamed, approaching the one nearest to his. Your belongings land on its surface with a soft thud.

The sound gave the impression that you had just sealed his inescapable doom.

"Team Manager-nim, your complexion doesn't look so good," you pointed out with worry.

He wasn't off to a great start. He rubbed the back of his neck and sat back down. "Everything's fine. More importantly, you don't actually need to refer to me with my title. Just Dokja is fine."

Was that a wise decision? In truth, it was strange to be addressed so formally.

Your eyes widened. With another respectful bow, you sputtered out, "I don't think it's appropriate for me to call Manager-nim that..."

An awkward silence followed. He coughed into his fist and proceeded to scan the files—a futile attempt to avoid making a conversation. Distant chatter, keyboards clicking, and papers rustling were the only noises that filled the void.

"I know!" You declared with such vigor and enthusiasm that Dokja's knees slammed into his table. You snapped your fingers together. "How about Sunbae-nim?"

BULLETIN BOARD.

Sajangnim (사장님) — literally 사 (sa) means company and 장 (jang) means chief. It is a common Korean corporate title.

Nim (님) — this suffix is a high-level honorific used to show respect to someone.

Ssi (씨) — a suffix used to address people that are roughly on the same level of the social hierarchy.

Seonbaenim / Sunbaenim (선배님) — directly translates as "senior" and refers to people who have more experience in work, school, or etc. Whether the person is older than you or not, if they started earlier than you did, you should call them sunbae.

✦ byeol's notes: this chapter is dedicated to you, my reader. you are not alone.

just in case anyone worries, this will be a lighthearted series set in a modern au. meaning, no one gets hurt and the scenarios do not happen in this universe (although, some will be referenced — happy hunting!).

✦ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! thank you so much.

[chuuyrr]

Gojo reader comforting Dazai about what’s underneath his bandages.Or Gojo reader comforting Chuuya about “not being” human,in both scenario’s she is obviously accepting of it no matter how much they doubt it.

upon the tainted sorrow & no longer human — bsd x gojo! reader

masterlist of infinity

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for stormbringer (bsd light novel) and dark era, mentions of suicide and self-harm on dazai's part, and major themes of hurt and fluffy comfort

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which your dearly beloved struggles with their inner demons, but you're there to comfort and wholeheartedly accept them no matter what.

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dazai osamu, chuuya nakahara (separately)

before you read: i read from somewhere how dazai and chuuya's abilities kind of talk about each other's past. also, lemme know if this new theme is better than the old one, and if you got the (somewhat) references i put into this.

upon the tainted sorrow — dazai osamu

the reason i love you is you being you, just you.

dazai was an enigma, and he still was. sure, there were many things you didn't know about him, but even without your six eyes, you're no stranger to the mask he wears; the fake smiles, laughter, and his jokes about committing double suicide with you.

although his eyes sparkled and his hands were warm as they held you, they couldn't conceal the emptiness, the black hole embedded in his heart, or the sadness beneath his bandages.

and the thing was, even when you two got together, your boyfriend never really told you much about his past, but you were quick to tell what dazai had been through. after all, the eyes were the window to the soul.

every time he tried to take his breath away, your curiosity and genuine concern grew. although dazai liked to make it light for every failed attempt, it was still heart wrenching for you, and although you never expressed it properly, mostly probably out of fear, you were scared that one day, dazai would become successful and he'd be gone. nonetheless, despite your fear of him, you loved him.

right now, it past midnight. you were supposed to be asleep under the covers with your boyfriend by now, but you were wide awake. you couldn't get your mind off what had just happened. you had just returned from tokyo, specifically from your organization, and were on your way home to your boyfriend's when he attempted again, but this time it was different.

he had gotten a little closer to death's door today, and you can only imagine what lies beneath his bandages as a result. after that, dazai didn't let you see anything. with a smile and a laugh, he simply shrugged it off as another failed attempt. you remembered seeing what was underneath when he got tangled up in the same bandages he was trying to change, and dazai was quiet for the first time.

dazai felt the demons inside his head come after him and flood it with thoughts because of the way you were staring at him with those bare heaven-sent eyes of yours as you changed his bandages and cleaned him up, but if only dazai knew that wasn't the case. you were staring for an entirely different reason.

you simply couldn't find the right words right now. your attention was drawn to what was painting his skin; the sorrow tainting him, and as he became tainted by sorrow, you knew how he languidly lingered on dreams of death.

so there you were, clutching the blanket, staring at the bandages that were still adorning dazai's arms and neck while he was still wearing his pajamas, wondering if you should have said something after you had cleaned and bandaged him up because after that, you two just went to bed in silence, pretending nothing had happened at all.

"[name]?"

when you heard your boyfriend's voice, your eyes widened in surprise. dazai was no longer facing you with his back to you, but had turned around and looked you in the eyes.

"yes?" you asked in a murmur, blinking.

dazai responded, eyes widening, "you're crying."

your cheeks were damped as you reached for your face, and it was only then that you realized your field of vision was also blurry due to the tears welling up in your crystalline blue six eyes.

oh.

"it's nothing," you said calmly, not bothering to wipe your tears away as you closed your eyes, adding a quick lie as a cover up, "just a bad dream, that's all."

"you had been awake all night, belladonna. i highly doubt you were dreaming at all," dazai stated matter-of-factly, running his fingers through your hair, his eyes softening at the sight of you crying quietly.

damnit. of course, your boyfriend is aware. dazai never sleeps, especially not when his demons keep him awake.

you remained silent for a moment, but only until dazai spoke up again, a small frown on his features, "is it because of earlier? if that's the case, i'm sorry.."

you bit your tongue for a second before opening your eyes to gaze into his, a small smile twitching on your lips as you outstretched your hand toward his bandaged arm, "hey, i love you, you know that, right?"

"of course i do, belladonna," dazai chuckled softly, wrapping his free bandaged arm around your waist and pulling you closer to his embrace beneath the covers.

you shook your head, causing him to furrow his brows and let out a confused hum, "huh?"

"i don't just love you, osamu," you clutched his bandaged arm as you buried your face deeper into his warm yet cold embrace, "i love you no matter what; no matter what you have or may have beneath your bandages."

as he held you in his embrace, you felt dazai stiffen and unconsciously squeeze you. your eyes widened slightly as you felt something wet dampen your hair as he buried his face in it, but you kept going.

"you don't have to be honest with me all the time, but I just want you to know that I'll be here," you continued, smiling to yourself.

"tell me, [name]," dazai's voice was shaky and incredibly soft, almost like a whisper, but desperate and longing, "why do you stay?"

"because i want to, osamu. i want to be with you, always," you drew back just enough to face him, gently taking his hand and cupping your own face, "and i accept everything that makes you who you are—i love you."

"no matter what, [name]?" dazai asked softly, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, "do you really mean that?"

"it's a promise, osamu," you leaned your forehead against his, closing your eyes, but not before turning your head to kiss his wrist, pressing your lips against his bandages.

your face was squished by his larger hand as he pulled it away from your lips, and the next thing you knew, you and dazai were laughing ever so sortly, with him kissing your face as he held you tightly. that night, the stars shone brighter.

no longer human — nakahara chuuya

your beauty never ever scared me

you and chuuya had something in common: you were both cursed in some way. you both had something that made you not quite human. so, knowing how you had your own demons, you weren't a stranger to the ones your boyfriend was dealing with.

it didn't take long in your relationship with him to discover that he was a vessel for a god named arahabaki, and that this fact caused him to question his humanity.

chuuya, in fact, never hid anything from you and was very open about it, especially when he discovered your six eyes and blood-relationship to sugawara michizane because you two shared a kind of inhumanity in a way. he did feel less lonely as a result of it.

even so, it was a constant struggle for chuuya, especially when he had to use corruption, the very manifestation of his ability and the god for whom he serves as a vessel, arahabaki. despite the fact that chuuya has no reason to be afraid of you getting hurt because your limitless ability always protects you, he can't help but be afraid of him hurting you and making you fear of him.

but most of all, the feeling of not being human; of not being qualified as a human, of being a disgrace, that washes over chuuya after corruption always gets him, and it's a horrible, horrible feeling.

you had just returned home to the penthouse you shared with chuuya when you decided to relocate to yokohama despite the fact that your work was in tokyo. it was a little late, considering it was already past three a.m. you stepped inside the dimly lit environment, exhausted as you removed your heeled boots.

you were on your way to the kitchen to grab a snack or two before washing up and joining chuuya under the covers in bed to finally get some sleep when you noticed him on the balcony.

you immediately changed your path and went towards him, where you saw him leaning against the glass railing, eyes seemingly vacant as he held a cigarette between his fingers and puffed out some smoke.

you were familiar with that expression, and if there was another thing you knew about chuuya, it was his penchant for smoking when he was upset. even if you weren't the type to drink or smoke, you didn't mind his vices. in fact, you were more concerned with chuuya himself personally.

"still awake?" you swallowed and cleared your throat. your voice was able to drag him back to reality.

chuuya turned to face you, his eyes widening in surprise as he noticed you standing right beside him, now leaning against the railing. you smiled at him, relieved to see him return to you in some way, and said softly, "hi, darling."

"couldn't sleep," chuuya sighed before putting out his cigarette. normally, he'd embrace you and smother you in kisses and affection, but he couldn't hold you or even touch you right now.

"chuuya?" you asked softly, gently removing your blindfold to reveal your six eyes to him.

"such nice things as a heart don't suit me..." said chuuya, staring at you with a lost, despondent gaze. your gaze was drawn to his trembling gloved hands.

you approached him, taking his hands in yours gently. to comfort him, you entwined your hands with his and rubbed circles on his knuckles. chuuya's breaths paused, but you continued your actions, this time removing his gloves, causing his eyes to widen slightly as they met yours.

"you once told me that these gloves give you a sense of restraint, a sense of attachment to the life you live—i could say the same thing," you chuckled softly, "i have to cover my six eyes to stay human."

while the gloves are for chuuya, wearing a blindfold or even sunglasses gives you a sense of restraint. when it came the two of you, it meant only one thing: you and chuuya were no longer enjoying the rush of a battle the moment you unveiled yourselves, and you two genuinely needed to defend yourselves. in other words, because you two are attached to your life.

"but to say such things as a heart don't suit you? i don't think so," you shook your head, gently pressing your lips against his knuckles.

"i'm not human, [name], and i never will be..." chuuya found himself unconsciously gripping your hands as he closed his eyes.

"i'm not human either, not with these six eyes and limitless, but we can always try, chuuya," you elicited a surprised look from him as he found himself relaxing as he heard your words.

"we can still be human together, even if we're both cursed with our blessings," you watched him lift his head, staring into your heaven-sent eyes that were giving him so much light and hope, "our blessings are not our fault."

chuuya's lips trembled as he shook his head, "but i'm not like you.. i can still hurt you. i can't be human even if i try, [name].."

"i'm not afraid of you or what you possess, and i never will be, chuuya," you exclaimed, releasing his hands and placing both of yours on each side of his face, gently cupping it, "and i will always love and accept you for who you are."

you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his, tasting the minty tobacco that was encapsulated by his lips and tongue. chuuya's arms snaked around you, tightening around you and deepening the kiss. as chuuya pressed his forehead against yours, the two of you drew back just enough to catch your breaths.

you closed your eyes, chuuya's lips grazing into a genuine smile as you softly giggled,

"your beauty never ever scared me, chuuya."

[ author's notes — i don't usually write anything at the end of my works, but i just wanna say, thank you for reading until the very end of this post! i know i haven't been consistently updating, and i'm sorry for that. school's being a pain in the ass and i've been stressed out lately that i haven't been able to write anything. so much has been going on from finals works, incoming college entrance exams and research proposal defense and needing to review harder at the same time as resulted into me sleeping late only to wake up and attend class and tire myself again :P it sucks so much that i'm just gaslighting myself that i'm actually getting enough sleep and doing great. sigh. so, if you're still here, sticking around, still reading my works, thank you. just thank you <3 ]

[annab-nana]

what lies underneath - rafe cameron

request: Can I have an imagine with Rafe Cameron were it's like a enemies to lovers situation, were him and I always bicker and tease each other, when I'm over hanging out with everyone we are all sitting in a circle and Rafe and I start arguing when I get tired and I accidentally fall asleep on his shoulder and he's shock later when I wake up we both have a moment and kiss. lol thank you :) - @gpiggy98

summary: he hates you, so you hate him, but your body betrays you, telling him you feel safe enough around him to fall asleep on him. when you wake, you and rafe get a different, more intimate perspective of each other. 

warnings: underage drinking, mentions of drugs, suggestive content

word count: 2.5k+

❀ masterlist ❀ 

"does your brother ever shut the fuck up?" you asked sarah, practically screaming at her so you could be heard by her over the thumping music that blasted throughout kelce's house. you knew as soon as you heard that his parents were going to be out of town for work for the week and were leaving their son behind that his home would resemble that of a frat house until maybe a few hours before their expected return if that. you weren't anticipating joining in on all the so-called fun he'd had planned, but scarlet begged sarah to join her. you and sarah already had plans to sleep over at her place, so you got roped into being a wallflower at a party you didn't wish to attend in the first place while hearing the vexing voice of the one you weren't the fondest of a few feet away.

you were never much of a partier. sarah knew that, so she promised you would only have to stay for a couple of hours. it had been double that at this point, but you understood her reason for wanting to stick around. scarlet was a very clumsy drunk, so being the good friend that sarah cameron was, she wanted to make sure scarlet got home safe—especially tonight because from what you could tell, she was very, very drunk. her body would be littered with bruises mysterious to her because it was highly likely she wouldn't remember bumping into so many things and people in the morning. 

that's mostly how you spent your night, sticking to sarah's side and watching scarlet knock into every surface possible, all while trying to avoid rafe as much as humanly possible. being at the party was taking enough of your energy alongside your body being physically tired from lack of sleep—you blame the paper you stayed up writing for most of the night before, damn your procrastinative tendencies. you simply did not have any more to use on your constant bicker battle with the eldest cameron. 

you truly had no idea why he held such a distaste toward you. he had been like that since the first day you'd met him. you were over at tannyhill for sarah—topper had kept out later than she anticipated—so you talked to wheezie and rose in the kitchen while he sat in the living room pretending to watch tv while he actually listened in on your conversation. topper had met you before and told rafe that he thought he'd like you and that you'd like him. but, he was wrong, so very wrong. all he did that day was stare at you which made you uncomfortable and gave you an odd look or two, but it only grew from there. 

"no, i don't, sweetheart," rafe spoke condescendingly as he plopped down next to you on the couch, leaving the conversation he was in previously to come mess with you. your patience was already wearing thin due to your exhaustion and avidity to leave, so adding him to the mix wasn't exactly ideal. sarah, thankfully, picked up on that. 

"rafe, not now," the blonde warned him, but he had already thrown an arm around you, pretending to be your friend when he was anything but. 

"rafe, not now," the blonde warned him, but he had already thrown an arm around you, pretending to be your friend when he was anything but. 

"rafe, not now," the blonde warned him, but he had already thrown an arm around you, pretending to be your friend when he was anything but. 

"what? is little miss y/n not having a good time?" he questioned while taking in both your and sarah's glares but ignoring the message behind them. his taunting eyes dropped down to you, his smirk growing at your clearly pissed-off expression. "what is it? no guys are interested in you?"

"no, one seems interested. he just can't seem to take a hint," you returned before continuing, "are the other girls not falling at your feet as you expect? where's that one who's always up your ass? jessica, is it?"

"jennifer," he corrected, "she's not around anymore."

"found a new cokehead to suck off for drugs?" his eyes rolled ever so slightly.

"you really are a bitch, you know that?" he argued, visibly getting riled up from your words as he moved his arm from around your shoulders to just rest behind you on the couch. 

you let out a dry laugh. "you never let me forget it."

a loud crash was heard in the next room over and all eyes were directed to where scarlet had just knocked over a lamp. 

"oh god," sarah mumbled as rafe laughed at the scene beside you. 

"can we just get her and go? please?" you requested, eager as ever to leave. 

sarah nodded her head at you. "yeah, i'll go get her."

"no, don't leave-" you started but cut yourself off when she was already gone to rein in scarlet and you were alone with rafe, "...me."

"don't act like you don't love being around me," rafe jeered while you elected to ignore him, closing your eyes and laying your head back on the couch and his arm where it rested against it. if you imagined yourself elsewhere, being here wouldn't be so bad, but rafe's presence infected your daydream of being at the beach. that daydream, however, turned into an actual dream when your lack of sleep caught up to you, causing you to knock out right there on the couch and on him. 

rafe was planning to leave you alone soon, but since you had fallen asleep and sarah wasn't around. something in him didn't feel comfortable leaving you without a friend to make sure no creep tried to take advantage of you in your vulnerable state. he didn't want to admit it but you looked kind of really cute when you were sleeping, peaceful even. he loved the way you seemed to feel safe enough around him in order to fall asleep in his presence though it did shock him. 

another thing he hated to admit was that topper was right all that time ago. rafe did like you, a lot actually, but you reminded him too much of how his mother used to be. he thinks that's why he treats you how he does because he has tried for years to suppress the sadness of her absence and you brought that back up again, making him angry. when you simplify the equation, you make him angry. it was fucked up. he knew that, but did nothing to change it and why would he? you seemed to play into the game of hatred like a pro, so he let it continue. 

rafe moved himself a bit to better situate his arm so he wouldn't lose feeling in it soon and also so you could be more comfortable and with him moving, you stirred. he froze and hoped you'd either go back to sleep or wake and think nothing of it. you went with the former. only you moved closer to rafe and snuggled into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. 

you were like a baby koala bear that rafe felt the need to protect—he always felt the need to protect you, but it was growing exponentially right now. he relaxed more and let his arm now wrap around you to keep you close and warm. anytime he was around you, it was like all walls went up and he felt the need to put on a show of teasing you relentlessly. but now, those walls were down and he wasn't having to taunt you to talk to you. it was just you and him coexisting while the party went on around you. 

rafe caught a glimpse of sarah trying to lead a very drunk scarlet closer to the front of the house before the intensely intoxicated girl tripped over her own feet for the umpteenth time that night and took a vase down with her. rafe cringed at the noise and looked down at you, hoping you didn't wake up because of it though it was pretty much impossible considering the sound it produced. 

he watched your eyes squint open as you took in your surroundings before realizing you were relaxed against him. you didn't react like he expected you to though. he was waiting for you to jump back in disgust and make some smart remark. maybe go off in search of sarah or scarlet or a stranger even at this point, anyone to get you away from him. but you didn't.

"sorry," you muttered lowly, far too tired to give him any more energy than you already were. lethargically, you tried to move away from him to let him have his personal space back to himself, but his arm around you halted your movements. it was then that you noticed just how close you were to each other. 

your head snapped up to look at him, wondering why he was keen on keeping you close. all you had ever known was a rafe cameron lived to rip you to shreds and make your life hell, not one who held you gently and looked upon you with such care as the one you saw did now. rafe only ever touched you when he was pretending to be your friend to get on your nerves like he did earlier, a teasing arm around your shoulders, but now it was comforting and real. 

cerulean eyes danced all over your face while yours did the same. you examined parts of his face that looked different now that he wasn't up to his usual antics. you could see his eyes better and could fall deeper into the beautiful blue irises you never really got to see when he glared at you through a derisive squint. his brows didn't hold their typical pinch. his eyes didn't look down on you in disdain but instead in wonder. his face looked clear yet it showed some signs that you couldn't quite get a read on. 

"rafe," you whispered, trying to coax him to say what he needed to say or do what he needed to do. you just wanted a clue as to what was going through his head at this point. 

you got a small hint when he leaned in closer, but you couldn't believe it even when you felt his breath hitting your lips. this had to be a joke or a game or a dare. but you knew him. when he was pulling shit like that, he constantly bit his lower lip and as you glanced down to his mouth, he wasn't doing that. 

"can i?" he inquired softly, eyes pleading with yours while also searching for any sign that you might be backing out. you didn't though. you shocked him with your zealous compliance when you surged forward and connected your lips to his. it was like your body was on autopilot because if you were using your brain at all, you would've denied him in a heartbeat like you were supposed to do. but your mouth and your body craved him in a way you'd never felt before as you moved closer to him, letting your leg swing over his lap to straddle him. 

you had never before felt such passion, such want and need. normally with him, the only thing you needed was to get away to save a headache. now, you just needed him and he felt the same. his hands gripped at your waist fervently while yours held his face to yours. you knew you'd need to break for air sometime soon, but didn't want that time to come. however, like the rest of the night, scarlet was there to interrupt. 

"y/n!" she squealed when she saw you before looking down to whose lips you'd been ferociously macking on. "rafe! you know, i knew you two would get together at some point."

rafe wore a smirk, running his tongue over his teeth cockily, while you looked to sarah. if you were in her position and you just saw your best friend who claimed to hate your brother sucking his face off, you'd feel at least a little betrayed, but she seemed to have the same smirk on her face that her brother did. 

"i'm taking scarlet home. rafe?" sarah called to her brother after filling you in. 

"yeah?" he responded, eyes on you still while he rubbed his thumbs in small circular motions into the exposed skin of your hips where your shirt had ridden up. the cool metal of his ring felt like ice against your burning skin where his fingers held you.

"get y/n to tannyhill soon and make sure she gets some sleep. i should be back within an hour or two, but who knows with this one," sarah ordered as she gestured toward scarlet who let out a small, "hey."

"just stay with scarlet for tonight. i've got y/n," rafe told his sister with his face half-turned to her. sarah's eyes met yours to make sure you were okay with it and you sent her a gentle nod and smile to let her know you felt safe being alone with rafe. 

"okay," sarah answered, returning her full attention back to scarlet and getting her home before she absolutely demolished kelce's house any further. rafe turned back to you and you looked down at him as a yawn escaped you, causing the boy to chuckle. 

"alright," he started, patting your thigh twice, "i think it's time to get you to bed."

"i think we need to talk about this little situation we've got going on here." you motioned between the two of you to clarify the meaning of your sentence. he knew better than to think things would all be sunshine and rainbows after treating you as he had been and then kissing you. 

"i know, but can we save that for in the morning? you're tired and i'd be lying if i said i wasn't getting there too." after nodding your head, you tried to move off his lap, but like earlier, he'd held you back. "kiss me again?"

"not until we talk about this," you told him, though you knew in the back of your head that you wanted to as well. he groaned before you quickly pecked his lips, something small but nothing to really savor. "that is all you get for now."

"this is going to be the longest night ever," he complained and stood with you when you moved off of him. 

"quit whining. you get to sleep with me tonight."

"you won't let me kiss you, but will let me do that?" he questioned while following you outside, your logic lost on him. 

"no, you idiot," you laughed before clarifying, "actually sleep."

"damn."

"i'm not that easy, you know?" you said to him after he opened the truck door for you, letting you get in.

"trust me," he prefaced while he waited for you to get fully in, all limbs in the vehicle so he wouldn't shut the door on you, "i know."

"what's that supposed to mean?" you argued, but he had already shut the door, shrugging at you through the window with a playful grin on his lips. 

if you thought your hands were full with rafe before tonight, you had no idea what you were in for in the days to come.

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[teecupangel]

Me and my time travel thing again, but it's Desmond landing in Ezio-Era Italy. And then he proceeds to try and avoid Brotherhood, except he ended up basing his fashion sense around how Ezio dresses... Long story short, it's a very confusing time for everyone because Desmond is as likely to respond to "Ezio" as he is not, and Templars have to live in paranoia of there being two of the same Auditore. The one to catch him? Is Maria. By using her mother voice when she sees him in a crowd

If Maria is the one to catch him, this would mean this would be around AC Brotherhood when she's... a bit better.

This means that Cesare Borgia has to live in paranoia of there being two Ezio Auditore who wants him dead. XD

This also means that Ezio's recruits are getting tips from Desmond and thinking it's Ezio so you'll have conversations like:

Ezio: You've gotten better. You don't lower your sword arm too low now. That's wonderful. Recruit: It's all thanks to you, mentore. I still remember your words of wisdom! 'Stop failing your hand like you're swatting flies! Think of your sword like a bigger hidden blade or something!' Ezio: ... what? Claudia (listening in): AND THAT HELPED???

Even Claudia got duped once, thinking Ezio was helping her with her target and she's all annoyed at Ezio because she can take care of herself. Ezio's just like

"IT WASN'T ME! OW! Stop hitting me, Claudia! I didn't use you to steal that bastardo's money! I don't even need his money! I'm rich! I JUST BOUGHT THE ENTIRE AQUEDUCT FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

And Ezio keeps getting sidetracked by merchants he had NEVER talked to, calling him and telling him how they have restocked their stocks, and Ezio is just confused because it's stuff like black powder that was definitely something he uses for his hidden gun, sure, but coal?? Lamb's blood??? Skunk oil???

And more importantly...

Datura??????

Then he hears guards shouting as they try to 'apprehend' him

"Be careful! He might hit us with blood again!" "He also throws smoke that smells awful! Don't get hit! My wife beat me half to death after she tried washing my uniform!"

And Ezio is confused, amused, and also a bit offended that these guards would honestly think that he would throw smoke bombs that smell.

In the end, Ezio finally 'catches' Desmond when he goes visit his mother for dinner and his not-exact double but close enough was there and, yeah the imposter was taller but those clothes really definitely look like clothes he would wear (and also looks a lot like the clothes he wore when he had the Armor of Altaïr but white instead of black).

This imposter was simply sitting in the dining room, eating dinner with his mother and he sees red.

Ezio: You have some nerves, you cazzo! Coming here and fooling my mother, pretending to be me! Desmond: I didn't! Maria: Ezio! Do you think I would be such a fool that I could not see the difference between Desmond and a son I pushed out of my vagina? Ezio: (cheeks reddening out of embarrassment) Mother! Desmond: Oh my god (covers face due to secondhand embarrassment) Ezio: Then why is he here?! Maria: I saw him on the roof two months ago and called him. Courtesan who has been in the room the entire time eating her dinner with them: She shouted "You'll get hurt jumping like that, Ezio, get off the rooftop and have dinner with us" and Desmond joined us for dinner. Ezio: You joined them for dinner?! Desmond: It was instinct! If Maria Auditore tells you to come down and have dinner, you come down and have dinner! Maria: (full-on passive-aggressive guilt-tripping) And, at least, Desmond is a sweet boy who joins his mother for dinner every night. Ezio: He's not your so- Wait, every night?! Maria: Maybe if my real son and daughter would join their dear mother for dinner, I would have introduced them to Desmond sooner. Ezio: Mother! We've told you, we've been busy saving Roma- Desmond: (desperately wishing he could just leave but can't because they still haven't had dessert yet)

[number-onekidqueen]

𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓸𝓹𝓪𝓵 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓮 - 𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮

Ron Weasley x Hermione Granger

fluff

Warnings: banter, Deathly Hallows spoilers

After Christmas dinner, everyone was completely exhausted.

Ron and Hermione volunteered to do the washing up, to spare any tired person the job.

Using magic, it would only take a second anyway, but this usually gave them some time to be alone and discuss what happened at dinner before they went to bed.

On Christmas, it was especially more important, as they had many things to discuss.

Tonight, they were discussing Fleur's baby.

"What do you reckon they'll name it?" Ron asked, as he lowered another plate into the hot water filled with soapy suds.

"I'm not sure. They say it's due . . . on the anniversary of the war."

"Oh."

"So, they might name it something do with remembrance. Like Rosemary, for instance."

"Rosemary? What has that got to do with remembrance?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"Well, it's just a herb that muggles traditionally used to commemorate the dead. And now, in remembrance of the first and second muggle wars, muggles wear sprigs of it in their pockets and on lapels as a symbol of remembrance for their soldiers' sacrifice." Hermione explained.

"Wow, that's pretty meaningful."

"That's just a guess though. I mean she might name her after her mother, or sister, or a friend she lost, or anything, really."

"I'd never name a kid after my family members." Ron scoffed, scrubbing madly at a sticky spot on the plate that refused to dissolve.

"Why not?" Hermione probed, passing him two other plates.

"Well, first of all, the double ups. If I said 'Oi, Ginny come here', both of them would be forever saying 'which one?' or both looking my way, wondering which one-"

"Ron that comes heavily down to context, I mean if I said 'Ginny! Come have some cake', then your sister would know I wasn't talking to her, and-"

"And then there's the legacy, and expectations. What if our kid doesn't want to do Quidditch? What if she doesn't look a bit like Ginny?"

"Well, I agree that would be really annoying." Hermione admitted.

"If I was to name our kid right now, I would name it . . . How about Barbara?"

"What?!" Hermione asked, appalled.

"Don't you like it? I think it's quite nice."

"No! Ron, Barbara is a terrible name! We are never naming any of our kids that!"

"What's wrong-"

"Absolutely not, what about something like Chloe?"

"No." Ron immediately responded, repulsed.

"Why-"

"It sounds far too French. I'm not waking up every morning calling our kid that and remembering everyday my failed attempt to ask Fleur."

"Fine. What's another name then, apart from Barbara?"

"Barbara is a good na-"

"This is why mothers name the children, and not fathers. So, I, as the mother, should name the children and not-"

"That's unfair! We should at least agree to a certain name together! Why do you get the choice?" Ron protested.

"Because I carried and gave birth to the child!"

"And I probably had to deal with your anger and-"

"RONALD WEA-"

A stifled giggle escaped from behind them.

Ginny sat on the kitchen step, her eyes sparkling with mirth, her fist in her mouth to prevent herself from laughing.

"What's so funny?!" Ron and Hermione snapped in sync.

"The fact that you started off discussing what Fleur would call her child, and now you're quarrelling over what you'll name your child. Like you're preparing. It's sweet."

All Ron and Hermione could do was share a glance and blush.

"Now, come to bed. Your argument might not be as amusing to sleepy members of the family." Ginny decreed sternly.

As they parted ways, Hermione slipped next to Ron.

"I don't care if this is strange, I just want to make this clear. We are never naming our daughter Barbara."

"We'll see," Ron said, grinning as he left.

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Mutual Help | 11

❥𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; In order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires - he calls it a mutual help

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It felt like a dream at first.

During the night, you'd dream about what happened the entire time just to wake up, glancing at the ceiling of Jungkook's bedroom immersed in darkness and falling asleep right away. As if your mind couldn't believe that it really happened and as soon as you wake up, you'll be hit with the reality. 

But somewhere in your drowsy state of waking up, it all hits you twice as much when you pry your eyes open and stretch comfortably until you think; Fuck, I just gave head to Jungkook yesterday.

You can't believe how bold you were last night, without being wasted and you wish you could blame it all on alcohol. You know your own horniness had a lot to do with your decision to blow your best friend out. Living from yesterday's euphoria, you didn't think about it that much during your shower time, you just replayed the memories while smiling to yourself with a tingle between your thighs but you didn't mind. Somehow, giving Jungkook head was the main priority and source of your pleasure.

Freshly out of shower and in Jungkook's bed, you don't remember him joining you as the sounds of him taking a shower lulled you to sleep. Even when you made it out of the bathroom, he wasn't in his previous spot and you weren't exactly looking for him, too sleepy to bother yourself of what could happen now. 

But being completely awake, horniness gone and everything else as well, the walls of Jungkook's bedroom stare mockingly at you. Almost as if they're saying "Hey bitch, welcome back again" and you're reminded of how it felt to be sharing the same bed a couple of months ago when it wasn't all what you were doing here.

Cheeks hot, you drag the duvet over the half of your face – an awful attempt to make yourself invisible because there are more things to be nervous about. For example, Jungkook is nowhere to be found. It's hard to describe what battle you're feeling inside right now. The both of you wanted it, it's simple as that and even in your and his dazed state, Jungkook has assured you you're not his distraction which makes your heart soften even when you think about it right now. You're adults, you surely can talk about it maturely. So, why the fuck are you so nervous of facing him? You wanted it to happen so much, you can't explain how much you wanted something intimate to happen which resulted in your desperate need to blow him in his living room on his couch. 

And when you got to that, you were pleased. You remember that feeling of want and need, so you understand your choice and you don't regret it happening. Until you realize if this could possibly make things weird now. Sure, you had sex before but that was because it was something you talked about, it was a deal. Right now, it happened spontaneously and you've let your needs take over. 

In Jungkook's perspective, he couldn't believe what happened as well and spent the entire fifteen minutes under the shower replaying the entire night – mostly one specific part of it. But by the time he wanted to address it the same night after his shower, he already found you asleep cuddling to his duvet and he took that as a sign to let things be for now, and let himself relax and sleep.

Jungkook doesn't let you relax though – at least that's what you'd tell yourself if you had the time to properly think about it – because the door of his bedroom opens and there he is. In his full glory, not giving a fuck about your mental health while being shirtless, wearing one of those grey sweatpants he owns and likes to wear. It's a double attack with his tattoos on display and long hair tucked away by a hair tie in a half-bun.

The shadow of the sunrise peeking through his blinds sets on his eight pack that he has worked hard for and if you peeked even closer, you'd finally notice the trail of hair slowly disappearing under the hem of the grey material. And the soft yet very much noticeable bulge thanks to his package is giving you a very nice imagination of what it exactly looks like at the moment. And man, you're swallowing dryly with eyes so wide that it makes you want to pull the duvet on your whole face to cover it because Jeon Jungkook is wearing no underwear and it's pretty obvious.

"Great, you're awake," He has the audacity to sound light and cheerful, as if you weren't having his cock for a late dinner. 

You watch him walking towards the dresser in the corner of his room, pulling out one of his t-shirts that he throws over his shoulder and decides to make you suffer for a little bit longer. At least that's what you silently tell yourself, stubbornly staring at his face instead of his holy body. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Jungkook looks confused, pinching his brows together as your grip on the duvet tightens. Is he serious?

"You're shirtless, Jeon..." you murmur, frowning back at him as his features relax and a chuckle erupts out of his mouth.

"Let's not get shy now, can we?"

Mouth falling open, there's a pang in the pit of your stomach of excitement and disbelief at the same time. He's so blunt, the little grin on his pinkish lips makes you want to roll your eyes but also grab him and kiss him. And touch him. 

And then you notice something different about him. You couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, until you realize it's the new addition to his ink on his biceps, close to his shoulder. "You've got a new tattoo?"

Jungkook follows your line of vision, dropping his eyes to his new tattoo which looks like a flower but he stays unphased. "Oh, yeah," he says as if he just remembered, "Did it a few weeks ago."

"Oh," Your voice muffled, you look at the corner of his room for a moment, not sure what to say but you feel the pressure of his eyes on you, which makes you glance back at him. "It's nice..." you murmur quietly, not even sure if he heard it but he probably has because the corner of his lips lifts up. 

He doesn't thank you verbally though, keeping his eyes on you as if he's trying to figure you out but ultimately, he sighs and sits at the corner of the bed where your legs are. "Why are you hiding?"

"What?" you ask, voice still muffled and then you realize what he's talking about. Slowly, looking almost petrified for Jungkook to see your face, you pull off the duvet and give him a crooked smile.

Knowing Jungkook from all these years, you recognize the knowing look he gives you. "I think we should talk," he starts slowly, addressing the elephant in the room. "About yesterday."

"What's there to talk about?" you chuckle awkwardly, mentally giving yourself a good slap on the cheek for even questioning it. Of course, you know there's a lot to talk about. But something about Jungkook, staring at you with those dark and doe eyes makes you want to hide and never come out. At least not with him in a radius of hundreds of meters.

"Come on, let's not do that," Jungkook chuckles lightly, "I think we can both be wise about this."

He's right. You're acting ridiculous and so far, he doesn't seem to be mad about what happened and maybe it's your wishful thinking, but he doesn't look as if he's regretting it either so far. But of course, you wait for him to open his mouth before jumping to conclusions. 

Growing even more embarrassed about your behavior, you sigh and slowly sit up, exposing more of yourself by letting go of the duvet completely. "I'm sorry... I just didn't know how you'd react."

"I'm reacting fine," he laughs a little, "It's not like it's the first time we've done something like that."

He means giving him a head. Being intimate. 

"It's not..." you murmur unsurely, "But it is the first time that it happened without us talking about it, I mean... without us having a deal. All of those times before, we knew that some things would happen and now..." you trail off, slowly looking away.

"Well, you seemed determined to suck my dick."

Snapping your eyes towards Jungkook, you find him amusingly grinning at you as he jokes. And you want to laugh but you mask it with a little frown. "And you wanted to have your dick sucked, so I guess we're even." 

He laughs at that, causing your facade to break and you join, feeling the awkwardness slowly fade away but not just quite completely, it's still there. 

"I guess we are," Jungkook smiles, "I don't want things to be awkward between us. We both wanted it and it happened. We know it probably wouldn't happen if we didn't drink yesterday, I don't think none of us would have the balls to make a move."

He is completely right about that.

"We weren't drunk or completely wasted as well," you say which he nods to, agreeing with you. But still, you both have loosened up yesterday and that has prompted you to listen to your body, instead of your brain. "I'm sorry, I should've controlled myself better. I don't know what came over me."

"Hey, why are you apologizing?" Jungkook frowns, asking you softly. "It's not like you came all over me. I wanted it as much as you wanted to. I wasn't sure if it's the wisest decision but at that moment, I didn't care that much."

He did want to tell you something but you cut him off by kissing him. Then he simply kissed you back and no words were exchanged about it later on. That's what he probably wanted to tell you – he wanted to make sure if it's the right decision but one look at each other and all of that was gone. 

"Do you care now?" you ask carefully, eyeing his reaction. 

"I don't," he admits, "We can pretend that it never happened and move on, if that's what you want." 

But something about it makes a bitter taste on your tongue. It is the wisest decision though, just to let things go and forget them. However, you know yourself and you know you won't be able to forget it. Just Jungkook being here, sitting here looking like this makes a mess out of you.

As much as you don't like where this is going, you won't be the one proposing something you'd probably regret later. You're such a mess, you've no idea what to do because every possible possibility has cons. 

You wish you could feel more of Jungkook, you've to admit that you're sad at the thought of not being that close to him again. Your hormones are a freaking rollercoaster and he's fucking hot, making things way harder for you. There's attraction between you two and you both happen to be single, which made all of this easier and that's how you ended up in this situation. 

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks, tilting his head to the side as he catches your eyes.

"Nothing," you answer, but you sound unsure even to yourself. "What do you want, Jungkook? Do you want us to just forget about it?" you ask simply and curiously.

He doesn't understand why you can't just simply answer, why do you always question him before you admit what you're thinking. There are times when you're like an open book to him, but right now it's tough to guess what you're thinking. Something doesn't seem right though.

Little does he know, you're letting him answer first to avoid any embarrassment if you admit that yes, there's a selfish part of you that wants to get that taste of him again. But the wise part of you knows it's not the smartest idea.

"I think," he starts slowly, "tipsy us probably let that happen because it's something we both wanted. It happened and it's either we ignore it, or... I don't know." he admits, failing as he chuckles at his attempt which makes you laugh a little as well. 

"What if later on we realize it's not something we can't ignore?" You find the guts to ask, bravely holding the gaze he gives you but he seems a little bit puzzled about what exactly you're thinking. He doesn't want to assume.

"What do you mean?"

"Jungkook, I was ready to get on my knees to suck you off just because I was horny and couldn't stop touching you," you almost exclaim in a chuckle, growing frustrated at yourself and most importantly, what you were capable of last night. "It's like I had no boundaries and--the last thing I want is to ruin things between us and I fear I can't control myself next time."

You're breathing heavily by the end you're done, pursing your lips at Jungkook's big eyes full of surprise. Oh, shit. Did you just completely fuck this up?

"Then don't," he suddenly says, leaving you speechless. "I mean...why don't we just let things happen? We've done it before, under different circumstances yes, but we're both, obviously, attracted to each other and we're single. The only thing I want you to know is that you're not my distraction from what happened and I'd never use you like that. I know I told you last night, but it's really important for me that you know that. Last night surprised me, yes, but I wanted it as much as you did. We have done this before and we're fine--"

Yes, fine it terms that you can't stop thinking about his naked body and he probably ruined any future partners for you, but hey, you get the point. You're still best friends and you both had separate relationships, real relationships that weren't just two best friends with benefits. 

"Yes," You cut him off, embarrassingly fast and the sight of Jungkook shutting his mouth makes you want to laugh, but you keep your face straight as you clear your throat. "I mean... yes, you're right about that."

He just nods, scratching his chest a little and you're trying way too hard not to follow the movement. "Why does this feel awkward?" he chuckles, causing you to snort.

"I don't know... maybe because we're circling around the topic of us hooking up."

"Yeah," he laughs, "But you're way more important to me than sex... I can keep it in my pants."

Yes, but you probably can't.

"I'm actually more worried about me than you." you joke, but there's a lot of truth to your words and with or without Jungkook knowing, you get a proper laugh out of him as his nose scrunches cutely.

"I think we should just go with the flow, you know?" Jungkook proposes, "Just to know we both are okay with this should be enough for now, and let's just wait and see what happens."

You nod, even though you take a moment to take in what he has just said to you. "Yeah," you breathe out, "You're right."

Basically, he just told you if you ever have the need to suck his dick again, you can. Mentally laughing to yourself, you steal a glance at Jungkook who looks as spaced out as you and you take that opportunity to look down his chest, almost salivating right away and you've to remind yourself that you're supposed to go with the flow. Not wanting to repeat yesterday just at the first sight of his naked chest. Unfortunately for you, Jungkook looks at you at the exact moment you try to pry your eyes off him, noticing the way you were just checking him out which makes him let out a breathy chuckle.

"What?" you ask too quickly, eyes snapping back to his face, failing miserably at trying to act as if he hasn't just caught you. 

Biting his lips, he tries to hide the grin that stretches on his lips anyway as his eyes shiver with something amused and mischievous. "...nothing."

"Okay."

"Let me kiss you."

He wants what? Your eyes bulging out, you stare at Jungkook in shock as the two of you talk at the same time and his request completely takes you by surprise. 

"Kiss me?" you ask dumbfoundedly, but Jungkook just nods firmly as if he's hundred percent sure of his straight-forward (and shocking) request. "You just said we should wait and see."

Most importantly, why would he want to just kiss you? Right now? You just woke up, knowing you look like a piece of shit.

"I also said we should go with the flow," he points out, grinning, "And you've been checking me out ever since I came here,"

You scoff at that immediately, embarrassed inside how easily he noticed that but you don't say anything else.

"Besides," he starts, voice turning slightly more serious which catches your attention. "We're both sober now..."

Oh, so he wants to try and kiss you sober? Is he having cold feet already? That settles an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach and you already hate it. You're overthinking everything once again but there's also a pang of excitement shooting right where the discomfort occurred first, because Jungkook wants to kiss you. Even if you're looking like the mentioned piece of shit – your hair isn't brushed and your eyes must be swollen, you haven't even had your first trip to the bathroom where you could make yourself look more presentable--

"I haven't brushed my teeth," you blurt out, making Jungkook snort and laugh at the same time, although you just stare at him with furrowed brows. "What? I'm not kissing you without me brushing my teeth." 

You're completely ruining this, you're aware of that and even though there's not a bad taste in your mouth, you wouldn't be able to live it down if you kissed him with a bad breath. Especially if it's just the beginning of something, something as you both hooking up again. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes which makes you mimic his actions because it's easy for him to say. He's probably been awake for hours now, looks cleaned up and definitely has his morning routine done meanwhile you...

He stands up, walking towards something that lays on his floor which you notice is his camera bag once he lifts up. Rummaging through there for a while, he pulls out something you see when he sits back down on his previous spot and hands you--

"Mint dragees? Seriously?"

"Come on," he orders, motioning his head towards your hands to urge you and take one as you roll your eyes, but still doing what he wants. What, you're not passing out on the chance of kissing him. Besides, you're also curious if things happened because you were sexually frustrated and tipsy.

"Done?" he asks as you swallow the final piece after a few seconds of chewing, the sweet yet minty flavor present on your tongue. 

It's better than nothing but still, seeing Jungkook sitting here looking like this and in a close presence, you grow nervous all of a sudden, especially with his eyes on you. And when he scoots closer to you, you stare at him as a deer caught in headlights.

"What? You don't want to kiss me?" Jungkook teases, lifting his hand to poke you in your left cheek as you can't bring yourself to scold him, but just stare at him and most importantly his lips. "Are you shy?"

You scoff, wanting to nudge him in the shoulder but the exposure of his skin is already enough and you're too much of a coward to touch him, only because you can't guarantee what you would do next. 

"I am not!" you exclaim, denying the obvious. "You're the one who wants to kiss me! How am I supposed to react?" 

Jungkook is the one who scoffs this time, but it's very short-lived because his lips turn into a smirk. "You gave me a head yesterday and now you're all shy about a kiss?" 

He's teasing you, making fun of you and when he sees your scandalized expression that turns into annoyance just makes him laugh even more.

"That was different..." you murmur.

He knows. You had courage thanks to the alcohol, horniness and sexual frustration as well. 

"Keep it up and I might think you're in love with me." he jokes, wiggling his brows as you snort loudly and scrunch your nose.

"As if!" Scrunching your lips into a frown. "You're the one who wants to kiss me." you grumble childishly.

"I want to do more than that but first," Your mouth opens in another surprise, breath hitching and heart picking up its face, you feel your skin getting hot and flustered all over again. "You have to allow me to at least kiss you."

"More than that?" you ask quietly, voice breathy as if you just ran a mile and it's so embarrassing but you can't help yourself but ask as Jungkook bites into his lower lip and gives you a curt nod. 

You stay glued to your spot, toes already curling but you don't let yourself take a first step as you patiently wait for Jungkook who seems to stare at you with a very specific dark, yet soft sparkle in his eyes.

"Yeah," he breathes out, inching his face closer to you to the point his scent gets closer and you've to remind yourself not to get all hot over the scent of his aftershave. It is one of your main weaknesses and it's the worst around Jungkook because he always smells incredible. There's something about his specific scent that makes you go wild and you realize how easily you've picked on it ever since you met.

Jungkook brushes some of the messy strands of your hair off your face, fingers brushing against your cheek before he cups your jaw, long fingers holding the back of your neck as he abruptly pushes you closer to him. You almost bump with your noses and you let out a surprised squeal, snorting at yourself right after which makes Jungkook grin. 

He's surely taking his time for a simple kiss, you think but Jungkook proves you wrong once again because one second he gives you a glance and the next he presses his lips onto yours. Your brows shoot up for a second but your whole body relaxes at the tenderness of his mouth on yours. You've no idea what Jungkook had in mind when he asked to kiss you, but he's definitely not aiming for a single peck and doesn't waste time over something that wouldn't make sense, because he starts moving his lips right away. You join him, letting him lead the kiss but putting just as much effort into it as he does and you hold yourself back from moaning when you feel the first traces of his tongue. 

Allowing him the access, your tongues touch for the first time this morning and even if it hasn't been that long since the last time you made out, it feels exactly like that. Jungkook is intoxicating, ruining you for others but as long as you get to enjoy him for a while, it's none of your problems at the moment. 

The hold on your jaw gets stronger but not enough to hurt, quite the opposite because you feel another wave of heat washing over you, the underwear clinging to your heat. Luckily, your lower body is safely hidden under the duvet from Jungkook's eyes.

The kisses turn sloppy and you both have to pull away to catch some breath because once again, Jungkook manages to knock the breath out of you and you find yourself gasping because Jungkook doesn't rest, kissing your jaw and down your neck. Automatically, you give him more access by tilting your head to the side, biting onto your lower lip while you finally allow yourself to touch him too. 

Your fingers naturally find their way to Jungkook's hair, the one that isn't tied in a bun by his hair tie, and you press your neck even closer to his mouth while Jungkook leaves open-mouthed and wet kisses. Thanks to his shirt that you're wearing, there isn't much skin and place to kiss you as he's met with the hem of your shirt, so he makes his way up again until he's kissing you on your mouth all over again. 

Gasping, just as your body naturally moves, Jungkook impatiently tugs the duvet off you and with hands on your hips, he urges you to sit on his lap. You do and what a fucking mistake that is. You should've thought of you wearing only panties that you wore to the club yesterday, the lacy ones which are doing a poor job at covering your lower lips at the moment. You always wear them when you're going out, not in case you'd hook up with someone and want to be sexy for them. Not at all. You wear them to make yourself feel more sexy, even if it's not the comfiest underwear. 

The quick movement of you getting onto Jungkook's lap caused the underwear to shift, but even that is the least of your problems because there's another thing you forgot about. And your earlier notice of Jungkook's crotch area is proved right because this man is wearing no underwear. There's no way he is because you can feel his cock perfectly, settled right between your legs as you sit on top of it.

"Ah, fuck," you manage to whisper between the kisses.

Jungkook's hands disappear under your shirt, big hands touching your back and meeting your hot skin. You're so into this, into him, that you're not thinking straight and you let your body do its own thing. Somewhere in the back of your head you know you're just listening to it, your body and what it wants, but when you grind against Jungkook's crotch it comes out as a surprise to you as well. 

You're done for, you should've known that ever since Jungkook asked to kiss you. No. Ever since he walked through that door shirtless, showing off his buffed out chest that is brushing against your front right now. Nipples perked up, there's no chance that Jungkook isn't feeling them even though he's busy with his mouth and hands. You feel your heat pulsating with need, walls clenching around nothing that makes you frustrated but the solution is easy when you grind for that friction of Jungkook's hardening length again. 

He grunts in response, mouth on your neck as he gently bites into it which makes you shamelessly moan and grip his hair tighter. The simple action of his gentle bite, your hips start to move without stopping, grinding against him as you cup his face to take a look at his face. His eyes are hooded, looking partly fucked out while your breaths mingle together and this time you're the one who leans down to connect your lips in another heated kiss. 

Jungkook bites onto your lower lip, hands sliding down your ass as he cups it and squeezes the flesh. "Fuck, Kook," you whimper, feeling his cock growing rapidly as it hardens even more. 

You can clearly make out its shape and just the thought of it makes you clench around nothing, wishing it was Jungkook's cock instead. But you're patient, completely fine just with what is happening right now. Burning up, you pull away slightly which makes Jungkook's brows pinch together in confusion which you notice, until you take off his shirt you're wearing. 

Shamelessly, Jungkook ranks up your exposed chest with hungry eyes, meanwhile you throw the fabric to the side, wrapping your arms around his neck again. Your perky breasts on full display, you see Jungkook licking his bottom lip and you straighten yourself, wanting to nudge him so you can continue where you left off. The erected nipples brush against his chest for a few seconds before he holds you by your hips, pushing his weight onto you until you're easily flipped onto your back. 

Jungkook hovers over you, smirking down at you as you stare at him with wide yet lustful eyes, fully spread for him just in your panties.

"Don't just stare, do something." you breathe out, urging Jungkook to make a move which he does gladly, but not before ogling you for another second before he settles between your legs.

Leaning down, he starts peppering rushed kisses down your neck, kissing places he hasn't done and were covered by his shirt that is long forgotten, thrown somewhere on the other side of his big bed. He kisses the top of your breasts, between the valley as you arch your back for him, shivering underneath his sinful mouth. The sound of his mouth and kisses he's showering you with makes you let out a breathy moan, hands on his firm back.

The first contact he makes with your nipples makes you moan out his name, mouth enveloping your nipple as he sucks on it, letting his teeth graze over the sensitive bud here and there. He plays with you, smirking whenever you whimper but he takes his time, doing the same thing with your other nipple. When he's satisfied, he pulls away slightly to stare down at your sensitive nipples and saliva coating them. His eyes trail down your body, from your breasts down to your stomach until it stops at the only article of clothing you're wearing. 

He hovers over you, one hand holding himself up so he wouldn't crash you, his nose touches your cheek as he places a soft kiss on your jaw. Too distracted, he sneakily places his hand between your thighs and when he cups you through the fabric, you flinch a little.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Jungkook breathes out against your jaw, fingers rubbing you which earns another breathy moan from you and this time you screw your eyes shut, biting harshly into your lower lip.

"More," you demand, or plead with him, sounding so desperate and rushed as the tip of his fingers rub the thin fabric.

"Forgot how needy you are," Jungkook comments cheekily, smiling against your jaw when his fingers push it aside. Fuck, you really are wet. The whole panties are drenched up in your wetness, fingers easily gliding up and down your lower lips as you moan, arching your back from the mattress.

"Shut up," you scold him breathlessly, head tilted back and Jungkook wishes he could pay more attention to your neck, and how much it's calling him to suck on the skin there. His attention is called elsewhere, eyes looking down between your thighs as he catches the slightest glimpse of your pussy with his fingers on it. 

You're so wet they glide easily, almost sliding right in but Jungkook makes sure he makes you feel good without doing that, going to your clit where he circles his fingers around it. Nails digging into his back, you whine for more. You're a complete mess.

He teases your opening with his fingers and just when you think he's about to enter you with those long fingers of his, he actually pulls them away and you feel as if someone just gave you the biggest slap. It wasn't Jungkook's intention though, because he tugs your panties down your legs to get you rid of them as he exposes you fully. 

Grabbing your thighs he pulls you closer to him, causing you to gasp as you giggle when Jungkook hovers over you, grinning teasingly but it barely lasts a second because he's already going between your thighs. Your eyes widen when you look down, realizing what he's about to do but at the same time he spreads your legs. And he stares. Stares at the wetness glistening while taking a proper look at your pussy, something he hasn't seen for a while and never thought he'd have an opportunity to see again. It has never crossed his mind that you two would be able to find yourselves in this situation again. Just a few days ago, his mind was elsewhere. 

Making himself comfortable as he lays onto his stomach, hooking his arms under your thighs as he keeps you spread out for him.

"Hello again, beautiful," he muses with a smirk, hungrily staring at your pussy as you snort at the fact he just greeted it so casually and even called it beautiful. Not going to lie, you act as if you find it ridiculous but you feel a wave of pleasure shooting right through you because it doesn't matter what part of you Jungkook calls beautiful. 

And he doesn't let you have that reaction, his plan is probably to ruin you because he squeezes your thighs and bites into the right one as he dives right in. Not prepared for the quickness, Jungkook licks a long and hard stripe up to your clit. He wraps his mouth around it and starts sucking it, leaving your legs shaking as a set of curses tumble out of you. One hand gripping the sheet and the other his hair, you grind yourself into him wanting to feel more of his mouth.

Jungkook is quick, none of this is slow and tender, he's hungry and barely lets you time to realize what he's doing before he's moving onto another thing. He licks your wetness, makes out with your pussy as if he's been starving all this time and gives a proper attention to your clit. The combination of those three makes your head spin, the wet noises adding even more pleasure to your body until you feel your stomach clench with the known knot. Jungkook feels you clenching around nothing, feeling your pussy move under his tongue as he starts flickering your clit with it.

That's your final point, Jungkook's mouth only (and his great skills at oral sex) bring you to your edge, the one you haven't felt in so long and fuck, does it feel unbelievable. Jungkook's name is on the tip of your tongue as you orgasm with a final moan, body freezing for a second until you let go. Jungkook slows down but still sucks onto your clit, prolonging your orgasm for as long as he can as he makes sure to taste all of your arousal and cum.

Your hands relax, one of them leaving Jungkook's hair alone as you let them fall beside your body while Jungkook gives a final lick to your pussy as he pulls away. Hooded eyes and hot body, you force yourself to look at Jungkook who stares at you just the same, chin completely soaked up in your arousal and cum. The right corner of his lips curve into a smirk, eyes not leaving you as he reaches for the abandoned shirt you threw away and wipes his chin with it.

The sight is arousing itself and if you had enough time to breathe through your just ended orgasm, you could easily go for another round. You thought what a great job you did at the blowjob you gave to Jungkook but the truth is, he topped that the moment he put those lips on you. 

Clearing your throat, you feel the urge to speak up. "Didn't you want to just kiss me?" you ask breathlessly, a hint of amusement and teasing in your voice as Jungkook smirks, slowly backs away until he stands up. 

"I didn't specify where."

Oh, fuck. 

Noticing the wet stain on his sweatpants and the evident hardness, you wonder if it's from you or his own arousal. Probably both. You slowly sit up, closing your legs sheepishly which Jungkook notices but just smirks knowingly at you. You're too scared to get up, knowing you probably stained his sheets because all you can feel is wet and it's starting to get uncomfortable.

Surprised that Jungkook turns around and reaches for his shirt, you want him pulling the white fabric over his head as he covers his chest and it causes you to unknowingly pout. "Where are you going?" you ask, not hiding the surprise and disappointment. 

Jungkook turns around to look at you, chuckling at your naked and cute form. What a sight you are. 

"To make you breakfast." he answers simply, leaving you to stare at him dumbfoundedly.

Breakfast? Isn't he hard? You thought--

"Why?"

"Because otherwise I'd fuck you."

Your breath hitches again and you shift on your spot, almost cringing at the wetness between your thighs. "What's wrong about that?" You find yourself asking, voice light and innocent. 

"One step at a time." 

Giving you a mischievous smile, that's the last thing you see before he walks out of his bedroom, closing the door behind him to give you some privacy while you stare at the wood for a full minute. 

You can't believe he just walked out, voluntarily giving himself the blue balls as if you weren't here, ready to please him. The slight coldness shakes you out of your daze, shaky legs bringing you to Jungkook's closet to put yet another clean shirt on, along with something to cover your legs.

The short journey to the bathroom is interesting, challenging even and once again reminding you of something that has happened before. It takes all of your power to think about something else for the rest of your shower time. 

And just like you said yesterday – Jeon Jungkook is dangerous.

Interesting and peculiar is what you and Jungkook are.

Casually eating breakfast together while chatting about whatever comes to your or his mind. And you like that. There is no overthinking or weirdness lingering between you two and you're thankful that even your slightly selfish decision of hooking up with your best friend again, hasn't affected your normal behavior and relationship. 

Jungkook has agreed to check the new car with you next week, assuring you that he'll take you there so you can get rid of "the old crap" as he named your current car. You've done your research about cars, at least whatever you can realistically afford, so it's not like you've no idea about anything. However, Jungkook is better with cars and you could use his help and opinion.

"...what about your apartment though?" Jungkook asks, mouth partly full with cereal as you automatically sigh at the topic.

You definitely have to deal with the apartment thing and it's not like you haven't. You've been thinking about it and trying to find the solution, but it seems as though whoever is up there has other plans for you because there are no affordable apartments for rent available. 

"What about it?" you murmur, ignoring Jungkook's amused chuckle before it dies down and his features turn serious once again causing you to let out a sigh as you shrug. "I'm still looking for something available here but nothing so far... I don't think I'll find something in time anyway, time which I don't have a lot of. There's the whole moving process and I should start packing my things already." you explain, reaching for your cup as you take a sip of your mint tea. 

"Move in with me," Jungkook proposes, staring at you with doe eyes as you start choking with the tea, coughing furiously as you try to set it down before spilling it. "What?"

Clearing your throat, you stare at Jungkook with raised brows until you see how serious he is about this. "What? One blowjob and me letting you eat me out, and you're already asking me to move in with you?" you joke, laughing at the idea as Jungkook's brows scrunch into a frown, obviously not finding the joke funny. Especially when he is serious about this, determined to help you in any way he can.

You surely don't want to leave and start living somewhere else, you'd still be in Seoul but on the other side of it as well. 

"I'm serious," he tells you, shutting you up as your laugh dies down. "Why would you move to another district when your job is here? You're also used to living here and ultimately, the decision is up to you and this is just a proposal... but I do think the whole moving thing so far away is just a huge hassle."

It is a huge hassle. It's the fucking pain in the ass.

Jungkook's proposal sounds interesting, not because this way you'd spend even more time with him and before you can let your mind run free, you remind yourself that he's also Jungkook who's willing to help no matter what. He's doing too much and you can't be that selfish to take him on that offer. You should solve this on your own, as much as the voice in your mind tells you to stop being stubborn and let him help you. 

It would make things easier. You wouldn't have to deal with your job and possible transfer to another company, you're not sure if that's even possible and maybe you'd have to search for another job as well. It's already making you stress about it. 

Everything you know, everything you've grown so comfortable ever since you live here is right here. You wouldn't want to move if the circumstances weren't so fucked up. Sure, maybe move to a bigger and better apartment, maybe one of your own sometime in the future. But financially and realistically it's just not possible at the moment.

"Don't be ridiculous, Kook, I can't live here." you try to tell yourself, despite your words aimed at Jungkook as well.

"Why not? Just until something else will be available, you're no bother to me."

"It's not about bother, Kook," you sigh, "Well, not only. I also have furniture, I need to put it somewhere and I have a lot of stuff. I can't just move in here and expect you to make some space for me."

Jungkook's apartment is the biggest out of four of you. Two bedrooms, spacious bathroom with a bathtub and a proper kitchen with a living room – pretty rare for an apartment in Seoul.

You know you're just looking for excuses, knowing some of the furniture you'll have to sell anyway because even if you moved to another apartment, moving furniture is a different kind of hassle.

"Why though? I have enough space here!" he reasons, already seeing you shaking your head. 

"No, you don't," you tell him. Well, it's debatable whether he has enough space or not. "Where would I even sleep?" 

Trying to reason this time, you shut your mouth knowing that that's the least of the worries. You know you've shared bed more times than you can count, but still. You can't live here and sleep in the same bed, no matter what you discussed today or what your friendship looks like. It's different to crash here and have a sleepover, than fully living here. It's official. It's too real and--

"Oh come on," Jungkook rolls his eyes, "You could use my bedroom, I'll take the couch. And I could put your bed in my office, I just have to make a little room for it there but I have the space, Y/N."

Jungkook uses the second bedroom, which is the smaller room than his, as his office where he edits the photos behind the desk on his computer. In other terms, it's actually a storage room as well where Jungkook keeps some of his stuff he didn't know where to put. It's all clean though, everything pretty much having its own place except for a few random items. 

"I don't know, Kook..." 

"Look, you've got the final word and it's totally up to you. I'm not gonna force you, I wanna help and I think this might be the easiest option. Jimin told me he offered you his place too, you can crash there if--"

"You know it's not about that," you shake your head, cutting him off. Whether it's Jungkook, Jimin or Taehyung, you'd hate for them to have to take care of you, no matter how much you know they just want to help.

"Jimin's place is small but he's more than open to help too, I'm sure Taehyung would help you too but with his lifestyle, I'm not sure if that's the best option for you." Jungkook laughs and you join, knowing he's right.

You're not sure if you want to witness Taehyung's hook-ups and everything that comes with it. Taehyung has no boundaries, he wouldn't care whether you hear or see something.

"Yeah, that's out of picture," you agree, giggling. "Thanks, Kook... I'll think about it, okay?"

Looking at him, you offer him a soft and appreciative smile which he returns but there's a little bit of doubtness in his features, or maybe it's a worry that you'll be too proud to use the help they offer. Honestly, you just need to sit down and properly think about it, without Jungkook's soft and big eyes. Thanks to them, you'd run and let him help you right away and you need a cold head for this.

"Sure," he nods, "It's just a temporary fix but I think it's better than moving across Seoul, while having to deal with unnecessary shit,"

Deep down, you agree with that and maybe if you had more time, things would be different. But the time is slowly ticking and you know you'll have to make the decision as soon as possible.

"I'll get dressed up and drive you home, give me a sec." Jungkook says as he stands up, leaving you to your thoughts alone.

Looking around, you try to picture yourself living here for the time being and suddenly, it doesn't seem all bad. Especially with Jungkook coming back with a soft smile, brushing past you as you clean the dishes while he scolds you for not using the dishwasher instead.

"Girl, you're glowing!"

Hugging Maya's form, you sheepishly grin into her shoulder. That is not what you've expected her to say as soon as she spots you walking up to her. "Hi, Maya."

"Seriously, what's your secret?" she asks when she pulls away, eyeing your whole form as you chuckle shyly and quickly sit down. "Or rather who?" she muses with pursed lips, laughing at the way your eyes widen and you quickly shake your head.

"What? No one!" you laugh, shaking your hands to prove your point.

"Oh come on, Joon told me you and the guys went clubbing on Friday. The last time I saw you you didn't glow like this!"

It still takes time to fully get used to Maya's straightforwardness and here you thought you're straightforward. Well, you are but Maya is a different kind and the fact she exposes you like this the second time you get to hang out with her alone, is beyond you. It's not that you don't like it, you're happy you get along without guys around you and it feels nice to have a female friend in this circle.

"You're just seeing things, Maya," you tell her, chuckling while you're trying to calm down your heart, peering at your lap instead. "It's not like that."

"Someone's got laid but you haven't heard that from me," she sings out quietly, leaning towards you for a moment before she pulls back and cackles at the shocked expression you can't hide, realizing you've just totally exposed yourself on your own. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tease you." she apologizes, silently giggling at the way you try to compose yourself, straightening while scratching the back of your head. 

Even despite her usual cheerful persona, there's something particular and different about her and maybe it's the fact you haven't seen her for a month, since you last saw her when you hung out together alone for the first time. You went shopping, talked the whole time which felt very nice before you rushed to Jungkook's apartment to bring him some take-away and told him all about you and Maya hanging out. 

She's the one to talk, she seems awfully happy and you notice the way she sneaks her glance at you which makes you question her behavior even more. "Are you sure you're not the one glowing?" you tease her this time, grinning at her.

And she doesn't deny it, suddenly giggling as she covers her mouth and then you see it. Your mouth falls open and eyes bulge out of their sockets, while tears well up in her eyes. 

"Maya!" you exclaim, covering your own mouth as she starts giggling through her tears.

"Joon proposed!" 

"Oh my fucking god!" you exclaim, squealing as she shows you the ring and you ignore the few stares you get from random customers. "Congratulations! Oh my god, how did it happen? We need to celebrate!"

"We went on a trip over the weekend last week, we stayed in the mountains for three nights and he had this beautiful set up where we just sat by the fire, before I realized he was on his knees and shit, I'm getting emotional again!" she complains, wiping off her tears as you pout through your grin, genuinely happy for them. "I wanted to tell you in person, we kept it a secret and now we're just telling our close friends and family."

"I'm so happy for you guys!" you tell her.

"Thank you so much," she says sweetly, beaming at the ring for the last time before she takes a deep breath and looks at you with raised brow. "We definitely have to celebrate it. How about next week? Oh my god, you know what I had in mind?"

As the waitress approaches you, Maya is already in the middle of planning the celebration and you barely keep up, laughing and nodding eagerly to whatever she has planned.

Wednesday drags slowly even with the bunch of work you got on your plate and the numerous calls you had to make today, to the point it feels as if your head is about to burst and suddenly, being all alone at home with a possible bottle of wine sounds nice. And you're not the type to usually go for a wine.

Peering into the offices, exhausted but still cautious, you bid goodbye to the few of your co-workers that look just as exhausted like you probably do, rushing to your desk to grab your belongings and head out. Jungkook is supposed to pick you up today, help you with the car and he's most likely outside or on his way here.

It reminds you that you haven't seen him since he drove you home, both swallowed with adult things and work that needs to be done. Message here and there, Jungkook hasn't left your mind though. His proposal to be exact. The lonely nights and staring into the screen of your television remind you every day of the lack of time you have and you know, eventually you'll have to make a decision. 

So you've spent those evenings and nights thinking about all of this, weighing all the pros and cons with the little bit of help from Jimin who had sent you a message, asking you about how the living is going and whether you know what to do. You've told him about Jungkook's proposal and how unsure that makes you feel, leaving out the fact you've managed to pleasure each other before his proposal even came up in your conversation. 

"I think you should do it, Jungkook wants to help and I don't see anything wrong with you living together for some time. You can crash at my place, the offer still stands. Let us help you." His text said as it still lays in your phone. 

Jimin's apartment is smaller than Jungkook's and you'd definitely be a bigger bother. It's not very convenient and even though most of your furniture you'll have to leave behind, you've enough clothes as it is that takes most of your space. Even the thought of bringing all of that to Jungkook's place seems like a problem, not mentioning Jimin's smaller one. 

Distracted by the hurry of grabbing your belongings, you don't hear the set of footsteps as you drop the notebook where you keep reminders of what has to be done the next day. Growing more annoyed at your clumsiness, thanks to your half-empty stomach that would appreciate a nice dinner but you know you need to deal with the car first. You're not going to mention your hunger to Jungkook though. Knowing him, he'll drag you to the nearest fast food restaurant and you can't afford to waste time, especially since you've made an appointment in a retail car salon. They're closing in an hour and a half, the ride there takes around half an hour already and there's no telling what traffic is outside. Hour in total to look in person and pick your new car.

Just as you're about to bend down to pick up your notebook, a rush of steps is heard and you're met with shiny black dress boots, along with  a vibrant voice. "Let me get that for you."

Hand reaching for your item, it's soon handed to you accompanied with sweet almond shaped eyes and a bright smile. So kind that you feel bad for mentally sighing at the sight of your new co-worker, Benjamin, that doesn't hide his sympathy towards you from day one. Behind him, you spot Yoongi not hiding his own amusement as if he could read your mind, trying to act as if he's minding his own business while grabbing things off his desk. 

If Benjamin wasn't staring at you as if he's scared he's going to miss something, you'd gladly flip him off for enjoying this. Benjamin is sweet, willing to help but he's also willing to do anything to earn your attention and you don't have the time for this kind of thing. Besides, he's not your type at all but that doesn't mean he's not handsome by no means. So far he seems like a good guy but the constant shadow of him looming  around you is starting to bother you. You're not rude enough to tell him to fuck off, even though you've in your mind several times but that only makes you feel more bad for him.

"Thanks," you thank him, forcing a smile out of yourself as you toss the notebook into your bag.

"No worries," he assures you, smiling even more widely and you bid him a goodbye, not hiding the fact you're rushing out of this place as you use the excuse of having to be somewhere.

On your way out, you catch Yoongi's hidden grin which you roll your eyes at, making sure he sees the look of annoyance only he can bring out of you. Getting out of the building along with other people leaving work, you notice Jungkook's shiny car under the streetlights that is hard to miss. He gets out of the car, not noticing you just yet as you are walking down the stairs and when he looks up, your eyes meet in the distance and you can't help the grin that makes its way on your lips.

You're fucked, you think through the grin as you spot Jungkook wearing black jeans with his favorite black leather jacket. Catching a few stares from the women audience, you wonder if he's aware of it as he leans against the car and puts his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. Taking a deep breath while still in a safe distance, you walk up to him.

"Are you showing yourself off to the women audience?" you muse teasingly, throwing a glance to the two women who stare at him in a distance while getting to their car.

Jungkook follows your vision while cocking his brow, tongue poking his cheek as he looks back at you. "Jealous?"

Are you? It's a simple observation that isn't so surprising at all. It's not the first time you're experiencing this.

"Yes, of you," you grin, "I want all the attention." you joke, pursing your lips as Jungkook chuckles.

"You've got all mine," he comments, coming right at you as your heart squeezes with excitement, especially as he eyes you down, noticing the elegant outfit you chose for today. Nothing too much though, just a dark blue blazer with gold cuffs and your usual dark work pants.

"Shut up," you mutter, laughing with him as you take a proper look at him, breath hitching when you finally notice something that hasn't been seen under the streetlights, not until now. "What is that?" you ask, automatically grabbing Jungkook's cheeks with your hand.

Lips pursed thanks to his cheeks being squished by your hand, you angle his head to the side gawking at the silver jewelry that now decorates his brow. First tattoos and now a freaking piercing? Jungkook grabs your wrist and gently pushes your hand off his face as you stare at him with an open mouth. 

"Is this some kind of post break-up phase that you're going through?" you ask, brows scrunching suspiciously as Jungkook looks almost offended that you'd think that.

"No," he denies, "I wanted to do this for a while, I just finally got myself to do it." 

He has? Well, Jungkook doesn't tell you everything but he has never mentioned such piercings. You know he fancies the one on his ears but a brow? Can't say he doesn't look good, he looks more than good. So good and hot you want to drag him to his car and--

"You don't like it?" he asks, feigning a pout as you chuckle, smirking when you decide to tease him a little bit.

"Does it matter if I don't?"

Jungkook chuckles, catching onto the mischief that's clouding your face, the one he recognizes very well from years of knowing you and your ways of teasing and trying to get on his nerves. It's all playful though, adding to the tension and temptation that sets fire inside the pit of your stomach. 

"It does if it lowers down my chances of getting laid."

You know he's joking, you see it in his eyes and you know long enough that he's never caught off guard from your comments, always one step ahead of you. But you don't mind that and it's definitely because it makes you all hot all over again.

Jungkook's eyes crinkle at the ends when you laugh, slapping his chest as you both laugh silently to yourselves, completely aware of the different attention you're getting. 

"Who is he?" Benjamin asks, seeing you throwing your head back while noticing a tall man next to you. "Is he her boyfriend?"

Yoongi wants to snort, somehow finding it all even more assuming, when Benjamin's eyebrows are frowned in thought at the sight of you and Jungkook. He could easily save you, lie for you so you wouldn't have to deal with Benjamin's heart eyes and undivided attention he's giving you all day. But would you want that? Yoongi knows you're annoyed and trying to be polite enough to not turn him down when he hasn't even said or done anything bad yet. But what's fun about that? Yoongi enjoys seeing you squirming in your spot and trying to push a smile on your face whenever Benjamin is around, trying to engage you in conversations when all you're trying to do is to work and not biting off his head. 

"Hm, I don't think so," Yoongi hums, "He's just her friend as far as I know." God, you'd kill him if you just heard him. He's evil, he's aware of that but if this has to be the only source of his amusement in work, he's all for it. And the fact you're there laughing, completely unaware of this conversation makes it even more funny.

As Jungkook is ready to urge you to get into the car, he notices two people at the top of the stairs and at first, he doesn't think too much about it but then he notices Yoongi, recognizing him as the annoying co-worker as you always call him. He's ready to ignore him but as he glances at the other person, he's met with a guy that strangely looks at him. Surely, it's no mistake because the man's eyes are staring right at Jungkook which makes him question the sudden stare down. 

"Who is that?" Jungkook asks, frowning as you glance over your shoulder to find Yoongi who's not staring at you and mumbling something before he starts walking away from Benjamin, whose eyes are set on Jungkook.

"Oh, my new co-worker..." you answer.

"Why is he staring at me like that?" Jungkook asks, confused as you grin at him and pat his chest.

"You're not the only one with all the attention, Jeon," you joke, patting his shoulder as you walk around the car leaving Jungkook speechless, cackling devilishly when he yells at you exactly 'what does it mean?' but you're shutting the door, ignoring him for a few minutes until he drops it with a huff.

You're left speechless. And it's all thanks to Jungkook.

Having to talk and get any information about buying a new car for you has seemed as the easiest thing for Jungkook. He's asking the salesman questions  you couldn't even think of, and you've thought you've prepared yourself well enough to get the most important information out of him. 

Somehow, you find yourself standing next to Jungkook and letting him handle it, although your ego is trying to tell you to handle this by yourself. You know it's not his intention to make you feel as if you don't understand this or belittle you in the slightest way possible, he's trying to help and get you a good car for your own safety. And you can't even think about your ego or pride, not when you're silently gawking at Jungkook as he holds a stable and intellectual conversation with the salesman, with you salivating thinking...

He is so fucking hot.

And you're crazy. He is doing a bare minimum and you're trying not to salivate at Jungkook sitting in a car, in a driver's seat with an open door while his leg is slouched and arm resting against it. The jeans hug his thighs tightly, just like it always does in those particular jeans and with his leather jacket, he looks straight from the movie. You get hot, feeling the need to fan yourself even though the evening is already chilly enough for you to feel cold. But one look at him and you're--

"What are you saying?"

Silence.

Jungkook turns to you, brows furrowed in confusion as he glances at you, wondering about your lack of response as you blink a few times, chuckling awkwardly. Straightening yourself, you glance at the salesman that luckily doesn't look at you as if you were dumb, just kindly staring at the both of you – tries his best chance to sell the car for sure. 

"Yeah, it looks great!" you exclaim too excitedly, causing Jungkook to give you a weird look as he chuckles. 

You've spent hours checking this car out, praying nobody is going to snatch it before you can get to it and take a look, buy it if you like it so much. To be completely fair, you did listen to what they talked about – you just managed to salivate at your best friend at the same time. You call it multitasking. 

Hyundai i20, in a great state. Has everything important and most importantly, a few things your old car doesn't have. A/C, bluetooth, backup camera, blind spot monitoring, navigation system and even remote start. It's a little bit pricey but the amount of shifts in the club and your saved up money from your main job makes it realistic to afford this. Jungkook definitely approves, you can see it in his eyes and he would love for you to take this car, but the final decision is up to you.

Clueless Jungkook looks at the interior for the last time before he glances at you once again, but this time you're prepared. "Try and sit in it, it's your car after all." he tells you, chuckling as he gets out of the car, brushing past you as your breath gets hitched.

You grow sheepish when you sit in it, finding two pairs of eyes already set on you as they wait for your reaction. "I like it," you admit quietly and giggly, causing Jungkook to smile at you as he gives you a toothy grin. "It's definitely better than the one I have now."

"Definitely," Jungkook agrees, cackling when you send a glare his way, not failing to show his displeasure at your old car. 

"The previous owner really took care of this car, you can see it." The beard man says, informing you of something you think he has already mentioned at the beginning.

"Yeah, it's in great condition," Jungkook agrees, suddenly leaning towards you as he leans his arm against the roof, sticking his head inside the car as your eyes naturally drop towards his mouth. "What do you think, boss? Is it yes or no?"

And you're done for. 

Immediately averting your eyes to his, you look ahead as you grab the wheel and straighten yourself. "I... yes, I love it." You manage to say, smiling as everyone seems happy with your decision and so do you when you realize what a great deal this is. You were just too distracted to realize it fully, blaming Jungkook for it.

After a few minutes of getting things finalized with the salesman, you'll be able to take the car tomorrow as they'll take it off the market. Meanwhile, you'll send the money to their bank account and thank god for Jungkook, because he immediately offers to drive you here so you can take the new car. Even though you've been distracted by this whole experience, you leave happy and can't hide your happiness as you sit into Jungkook's car.

"The car is great, a little bit too small for me but perfect for you." he teases you, causing you to nudge him in the shoulder as he drives out of the parking lot with a bunny grin. 

"Okay, Mr. Mercedes," you joke, the two of you laughing as your laughter fills the car along with soft music playing in the background.

Your bank account will be crying tomorrow, but at least you've earned it and it was the whole point of you getting another job, just so you can afford a better car. But this is not the only decision that had to be made and you had a few days to think about something more important than a car. You get nervous as you're trying to embrace yourself and spill it out. But you always back out, humming to whatever Jungkook is saying to you and even he steals a few glances at you, finding it odd that you're mostly quiet but he doesn't call you out on it. 

Although, you do talk about Namjoon's and Maya's engagement which Jungkook found out from Namjoon as he told the news to the guys. And that's probably the only thing you talk about until you grow quiet all over again for the rest of the ride. 

"Kook," you call out to him as he parks in front of your apartment building, which stares at you almost mockingly because it's not going to be your home for much longer and it does settle a saddening feeling deep in your chest. "I've thought about... what you said, about the living together thing, you know?" 

Jungkook turns off the engine, looking intrigued as he patiently waits for you to finish. He sees you glancing sideways, eyes staring at the parking lot and buildings around as you turn around to face him again. 

"Are you sure I won't be any bother?" 

Jungkook's lips stretch into a wide grin that makes you want to smile too but you're too serious about this, wanting to make sure even though you know his answer. He knows what that means and he looks genuinely happy about your decision of not declining his offer and moving out to the other side of Seoul.

"Does this mean what I think it does?"

Chuckling, you look down into your lap as you nod. "I'm not gonna lie, I'm not hundred percent happy about this because I don't want to take up any space in your home, no matter what you say about it," you interrupt him as he opens his mouth to disagree about the space in his apartment, "I don't want to be far away. It's just for the time being and I'll pay you the rent, I promise I'll search other apartments every--"

"You can stay however long you want," Jungkook tells you, growing serious as he makes sure you understand that and his awaiting and raised brow are waiting for your response, so you nod. "Good. We're gonna have so much fun, roomie."

"Please, don't call me that." you groan, leaning your head against the headrest as Jungkook devilishly laughs.

Somehow, it feels like a whole another journey ahead of you.

[trashytoastboi]

I'm nervous cause this is the first time sending anything to your blog but I was wondering if I could request a poly with Penguin and Shachi? I love them so much 🥺 they're so adorable and funny. Could I get fluff and a little bit of smut with them? If not that's completely okay.

(Also, tell me why I think they're both stoners 😂 I would love to smoke with them)

Heyya!🍞 please don't be nervous, promise I don't bite 😋🍀 and of course! I'm happy to write for these underrated dorks♡ The two of them certainly do give off stoner vibes 🤣🤣Sorry for the long wait on this and hope you enjoy~

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(Gender Neutral)

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Headcanons: NSFW and SFW - Penguin x S/O x Shachi (Poly)

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Warnings: NSFW (Threesome, implied double penetration, lowkey exhibitionism, overstimulation)

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🐧Penguin🐧 & 🍳Shachi🍳 - SFW

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🐧🍳 Penguin and Shachi are pretty relaxed when it comes to their relationship with {Name}, both developed a crush when {Name} had first joined the crew. Originally they both regarded it as a passing interest, maybe because {Name} got along really well with them. It became pretty obvious that it was more than just the way one would think of a friend. Penguin and Shachi had confided in one another due to their feelings. In the process of which both had admitted how they felt towards {Name}. Neither wanted to damage their relationship with eachother nor did they want to let go of {Name} until Shachi suggested that they could both date {Name}, permitting they were alright with the arrangement as well.

🐧🍳 The initial relationship had its notable honeymoon phase and its fair share of unfamiliarity and awkwardness. As all relationships start, there is the need to learn about one another. The preferences, boundaries and just random things about each other as well. Thankfully the three balanced each other out well and managed to settle comfortably into the relationship without any hardship.

🐧🍳Penguin individually truly is a textbook romantic, he valued the ideas of dates and spending time together. Planning outings, giving little gifts and tokens as well as remembering every anniversary. He is also very proud of his shiny and fancy pebbles collection. One of his little tokens to {Name} for their 100 day anniversary was one of his favorite pebbles.

🐧🍳 Shachi is a bit of a polar opposite in comparison because he preferred spontaneous displays of affection and spending time together. Often there wasn't a date plan more of a 'we'll see how it goes and where the night takes us'. Although food accompanied these dates more often than not. It was rare if Shachi planned something not involving food. He also had a habit of making up little songs to sing to {Name}

🐧🍳 Was not all that unusual if Penguin and Shachi had little bouts of conflict in regards to what they wanted to do. {Name} didn't mind all too much so long as they could all spend time together, they were agreeable to most plans unless it really caused Penguin and Shachi to start fighting. The fight consisted of whose choice or idea would be better. It never really spiraled too far out of control though. {Name} took precautions to make sure it wouldn't get to that point. Usually by making a suggestion of their own they could reach a peaceful consensus.

🐧🍳 One of the more friendly natured competitions that arose between the two is one of contending for affection and attention. Sometimes it is very chilled and other times it's very obvious that they enjoy capitalizing {Name's} attention. It's more accurate to say they are like puppies it's not done out of spite or any unpleasant intention. They genuinely just love getting attention from {Name}.

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🐧🍳 They can be an equal mix of subtle and bold, Penguin and Shachi will dance around the topic, subtly hinting to wanting {Name}. They will drop very obvious hints here and there, more often than not riling themselves up in the process all the while {Name} plays dumb to all of it. Solely to watch just how far Penguin and Shachi will push themselves, rile themselves into such a worked up state before outright telling {Name} exactly what they want and are going to do to them.

🐧🍳 Penguin and Shachi are very familiar with one another due to years of working in almost perfect tandem in combat. They use that skill in the bedroom as well. Solely focused on pleasuring {Name}, coordinating their actions for the greatest capability. They love the moans that they are capable of eliciting from {Name}, and wanting to watch their partner lose their minds to ecstasy. Personal incentive fuels the two but also the fact that it turns them on so much as well is a bonus. The underlying moral of the story: Penguin and Shachi are quite big with overstimulation. For {Name} and themselves.

🐧🍳 Penguin adores biting, hickies, just anything to leave marks on {Name's} body. He tries to leave marks everywhere he can, Shachi who noticed this habit got a bit jealous. To combat that jealously he will leave marks of his own. Both will absolutely lose their minds if {Name} is the one to initiate and leave marks on Penguin and Shachi. They will wear it like a badge of pride, unabashed about their hickies, bite marks and even scratch marks. If there is any complaint it's usually as to why {Name} didn't leave more.

🐧🍳 The usual way of going about things is threesomes, but that's not to say that Penguin or Shachi won't try to capitalize on {Name} when the opportunity presents itself. Both Shachi and Penguin could agree that having {Name's} sole attention was quite pleasant. It they felt like being pampered and they would try to create situations where they could enjoy {Name} all to themselves.

🐧🍳 Very open to each other's tastes and kinks, including exploring and experimenting with some new things. Once Shachi randomly decided to kiss Penguin while {Name} was beneath them, getting a front row seat to their make out session, and accidentally got a nosebleed. Penguin and Shachi took note of this, the fact that {Name} would get turned on when seeing them kiss and made sure to occasionally put on a little show, exclusively for {Name}~♡

🐧🍳🍋 Penguin, Shachi and {Name} were so occupied and tied up with one another they didn't pay attention to anything happening outside. They were far too focused on sharing and indulging in the pleasure of the situation. {Name} let out little moans and whines feeling the way Penguin and Shachi thrusted at opposing paces. {Name's} back felt the warmth of Penguins chest while he sweetly kissed their neck. Shachi placed a kiss on {Name's} lips, the feeling of being trapped between the two of them while being driven to the edge again is pure bliss. They tried to keep their voice down but struggled to do so when everything was just driving them mad with lust. The languid pace, and calm kisses seemed to contrast the overwhelming feeling {Name} experienced. The occasional chuckles from the two men seemed to prove the intention while watching {Name} come undone again. They all decided this on a whim, truthfully neglecting some of their chores in the process for a little private time. Their clothes didn't remain on for very long the moment they were in the room. The little sounds and touches that drew each other wild, knowing all the little sensitive spots to rile them up. For the most part they tried to keep it tame, tried to keep it quiet as to not disturb their crewmates with knowledge of what was going on behind closed doors. Law didn't really seem to get it, he knew that three of his crewmates were skipping out on chores and would be damned if he found them skipping out again. He saw the closed door, and didn't think twice before opening it. Law was greeted by the interesting scene of {Name} pressed between the two pirates, a mess of entangled limbs. He awkwardly stood there not knowing where to cast his eyes, even if he wasn't looking, the sounds made it obvious as to what was going on. Penguin looked back and nonchalantly greeted him, "Oh captain!" Shachi chirped, {Name} was far too occupied to greet him and they sank their teeth into Shachi's shoulder to keep their voice in. Penguin and Shachi let out strained grunts and gasps feeling {Name} tighten so much around their cocks. Law turned around, shut the door and immediately deleted the sight from his brain. "Shachi didn't you put the sock on the door?" Penguin inquired, his hand trailing up to play with {Name's} chest. "Hm? I did, see its over there" Shachi pointed towards the door, the sock hung on the handle... of course on the wrong side.

[intothemoshpit]

𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩

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pairing ▎ steve harrington x gender neutral! reader

length ▎ semi-long

warnings ▎ season 4 spoilers.. kind of. slight swearing. robin teasing. reader being all googly-eyed for steve. light hearted joking. cute and fluffy. one kiss. steve being love struck.

summery ▎ reader likes steve and has for a while, but doesn't know how to tell him. robin catches them staring, which leads to an emotional conversation and steve butting in. steve pulls them away and ends up confessing before the reader does.

a/n: ha, I got an idea for fluffy content. this was originally supposed to be a drabble but... as you can see, I dragged it. hopefully you guys enjoy <3. ps sorry for any errors.

6.8.22

(feel free to steal this gif. I see absolutely no season 4 gifs of steve so I made one myself.)

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“ 𝐲ou've been staring at him for a while, now. ”

upon robin thinking it'd be a good idea to lean over your shoulder and sneakily whisper in your ear, you jump; completely frightened from the unexpected experience. you attempt to turn around and swat at her in annoyance, but she dodges out of the way; laughing lightly at your face which had twisted into an unamused expression.

“ no I haven't. ” rolling your (light/medium/dark) hues, you drag your attention off of the male you once again glanced at, and onto the dirty blonde that was grinning at you with a knowing look. “ stop; I haven't, robin. ” you scoff, trying your best to ignore the fact that your neck and face were beginning to rise in temperature.

“ mhm, sure. ” the female nodded, curling her lips inward as she tried not to burst into a foot of laughter. “ keep telling yourself that, y/n, but we all see the way you look at steve. ” her eyes turned onto the male, who was busy leaning over the small table that stood perched in max' double-wide; a not-so-well drawn out diagram of a plan placed in front of him. either of his exposed arms were gripping onto the table ends, as he listened to max and dustin throw ideas and theories his way. around half an hour ago, the lot of you had just escaped the horrendous dimension that holds those ugly creatures. nancy had gotten trapped by vecna, and it was hard to pull her out of the trance, but robin ended up saving her behind by remembering one of the tapes she listened to in her room. ever since you escaped to max' place, you've been in your own world; staring at steve with an unreadable expression.

“ — I'm surprised he hasn't figured this out, himself. ” robin spoke again, after a few passing seconds. her blue orbs turned onto you again, while a tiny smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. “ it's hard not to see it... ” rolling her bottom lip between her teeth, you watched as her specs of blue flickered onto nancy. “ I wish someone would look at me like that.. ”

you hadn't known robin that long, you didn't know much about her, but it wasn't hard to spot that she was into women. however, it wasn't your place to say anything, so you always kept your lips zipped everytime you found her eyeing nancy in a more-than-platonic manner. “ trust me, ” the blonde turned her attention back onto you immediately. “ you do get looked at, like that. you just haven't seen it yet. ”

robin's lips parted in wonder, curious as to what you meant, but you didn't give the secret away. instead, you offered a smile that held all the answers, right before turning to look forward again. steve had began moving, leaning forward to point at different things on the paper that was laid out. you couldn't make out what was being said, mostly because you weren't actually listening, but you knew by his body language that the guy knew what he was talking about. we're you focused on the way he moved, though? not exactly. more like... you were focused on the way his back muscles maneuvered, and how he his hips moved whenever he'd shift his weight onto the opposite foot. it was so hypnotizing.

“ you need to either get a grip or ask him out, y/n. ” robin's gentle giggles reached your ears again, after the comment. you paid no mind to her, but... you knew she was right, deep down. “ we aren't getting any younger and with how things are going now, you may only get this chance once. ” silently, you looked over at her. she pursed her lips, before looking to the floor; ocean blues seeming rather glassy now.

“ I don't want to believe any of us will die... but, ” she inhaled shakily, while lifting her head on a wobbly manner to connect eyes with you, once more. “ you never really know.. y'gotta take the risk; at least you'll have an answer in the end, right? ”

the blonde's facial expression of hurt and fear, along with her words that stuck harder than super glue, really sent a wave of emotions to come rolling over you. you nearly started tearing up yourself, but you held it back, settling on reaching out to wrap your arms around robin. “ we'll be okay.. ” you mumbled, while lifting a hand up to pet at the back of her head. “ I'm scared, too... but I believe we'll be alright. don't give up hope just yet. ”

“ did I miss something? ”

robin was the first to jump back, once steve's voice interrupted your little moment. shaken up from his sudden appearance, you sent a small, half-hearted glare his way. “ don't go sneakin' up on people like that! ” you hissed, hitting his shoulder with a small swat of your jacket sleeve, afterwards.

steve winced, but only because his body slightly bent to the side because of it. the wound he had received was rather ugly, and now that you all were out of the upside down, the pain had long kicked in. he could tolerate walking and moderate movements, but bending wasn't too high on the list of things that felt manageable. “ sorry, ” he huffed, eyebrow jeering in a twitched raise towards you as he gathered himself. “ didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to know why you two were over here having a sob party. ”

“ if you must know, ” robin butted in, causing steve to turn his attention onto her. “ we we're having an emotional moment, these things happen in these kind of situations when someone has been through as much as we have. ” she finished off, brows raising in a rather matter o' fact imply while her lips raised in a closed mouth smile.

“ o... kay. ” steve started, staring at robin confused uncomfortably for a good moment, before flickering his orbs back onto you. “ well, not to interrupt, ” a small, hopeful look appeared. “ but I wanted to know if we could talk? ”

although you were unsure, and honestly confused on what he wanted to talk about, you ended up nodding your head and mumbling a small ‘ okay ’ to him. he turned on his heel silently, and began walking over to the kitchen; you following in toe. of course, you snuck a glance at robin over your shoulder, only to see her grinning openly and giving you a fat thumbs up.

“ y/n.. ” the brunette leaned against the counter, on front of the sink, rather stiffly as he began speaking. a small inhale of breath was taken through his nose, due to the dull ache that accused in his sides, but he tried his best to ignore it. “ I know this is kind of a bad time, but I have to get this off my chest. ”

“ what, exac— ”

“ please, just listen. ” steve's head raised while he interrupted you, a look of what seemed to be begging, being given. because of it, you instantly silenced and nodding; really nervous as to what you were about to hear.

harrington crossed his arms loosely across his chest, averting his anxious filled eyes off of you and onto the floor, that just looked so much more interesting in that moment. “ I've liked you for a while, now. ” you froze when hearing those words, only to stare at him wide eyed. “ I, uh.. since last year, actually. ” slowly raising a hand, he scratched at his cheek; a habit he picked up when he was nervous in a situation.

“ I just didn't know how to tell you... I thought maybe, since we weren't really on good terms in high school, that you'd tell me to go pound one. ” he dryly chuckled to himself, while his head lulled in a silent roll of humor. “ that's why I took an interest in robin and, uh.. stopped talking to you as much when you came around. ” finally steve lifted his head, to catch your surprised gaze. he slightly smiled at that. “ robin and I clicked, and I thought she was really cool, so I thought maybe I had a chance to move on from whatever hopes of dating you, I had. ”

once his smile fell and his lips tightened, you knew something had happened. “ things didn't work out though, obviously.. ” he lazily lifted a hand, gesturing to the bubbly ball of energy in the other room. “ she wasn't interested in me like that. although I think we could've been great together.. ” his head tilted to the side, once his specs flickered back onto your form that slouched against the other counter. “ I'm.. kinda glad she didn't like me. ” a lop-sided, lip biting grin formed on steve's face. the way he was looking at you would make any person wobbly in the knees, and give them the urge to faint - and it is doing that to you, which is why you were cursing yourself for not looking away. the butterflies in your stomach were building, and it was only a meter of time before you collapsed.

“ to cut to the chase.. ” the male gently pushed his lower back off of the cabinet behind him, which kind of hurt, and walked closer towards you. with your state becoming rather shy, you attempted to back up into the island more, but of course it was no use; leaving you trapped once steve closed in on your body and placed one arm out, on the side that left a small opening. “ I still like you, y/n. ” he mumbled, his luke warm breath, that had a lingering scent of cool mint, fanning over the base of your nose and upper lip. “ and this was hard for me to get out, so I hope you don't make me feel like an idiot.. ” the fact that he had to lower his voice to say that, or even said it at all caused you to let out a small laugh.

chuckling himself, the male finally sprouted the question; a rather hope filled look in his eyes. “ will you.. go out with me? on a date, after all of this shit is over? ” with a voice as sweet and calm as his, despite him being a nervous mess, you knew you couldn't say no. you didn't want to, either; clearly you're crazy about him. It's just that any other time you were asked out on a date, your anxiety would get the best of you... but youll be dammed if it does this time.

“ of course I will. ” you muttered back, small smile on your lips, just loud enough for the twenty-year-old to hear. steve knew by the soft and genuine look in your pretty eyes, that you were being real with him. just knowing that made a huge smile break out onto his face.

“ are you two love birds done in there? ” you and steve both looked over at robin, you having to crane your neck at a cramping angle, just to see her smirking in a victorious way. “ we've come up with a small plan. it's... risky, but still a full plan. ”

turning to look back at the brunette, you both shared a look before nodding in unison. “ yeah, ” steve spoke, taking a second longer than he should to look away from you. “ yeah, we're ready to kick this things ass. ”

“ yeah! ” dustin yelled, while throwing his arms in the air and shaking his fists. you didn't see, since you were too busy ogling the beauty in front of you, but you could what the boy was doing just by his tone. it made you smile widely, which lead to steve staring at you once again.

“ you comin'? ” he whispered, nodding his head over to the others. you took a minute to respond, but eventually you nodded. “ yeah, just.. can I do something first? ” you asked, voiced hushed and barely audible. thankfully steve has good hearing, so he nodded; though, a confused look on his face.

but, he wasn't confused anymore when you cupped his cheeks, and suddenly kissed him. in fact, his eyes widened a fire spread down his neck in response. he had no time to return the kiss, because you were already pulling away; a smug look of your own crossing your features.

“ okay, ” you hummed, brows raising while your eyes lidded. “ I'm ready. ” patting his cheeks twice, you released the male's face from tour hold before slipping out, through the space that was provided along side you. steve had moved his arm without knowing it, which gave you the advantage.

“ whoa... ” the man finally mumbled, reaching two finger tips up to press against his lips. you definitely are a little minx.

[ifancyharry]

The bookshop in the corner (part II)

YN owns a bookshop, and Harry needs a hiding spot.

Hi my loves!!! i'm sorry this is kind of short, but i'm planing big things for next chapter so stay tuned 😌. I wanted to thank you for all the love on part one, i really wasn't expecting it so thank you so so so much!!!!!!!

Word count: 3.9k+

Warnings: none

(read part one here)

Harry follows quietly behind YN as they walk across the shop. He isn’t used to being this quiet and he’s feeling unease; he’s always hated silence, and he really hopes she was joking with her little ‘no talking’ rule, as he’s not so sure he could easily comply. 

It’s so silent between them Harry can hear her soft breaths coming from her parted lips and the sound of her shoes patting against the wooden squeaky floor. He really wants to say something. Silence is suffocating to him, gives him too much time to think and he hates that. He’s never really gotten the saying ‘comfortable silence’: It’s rather oxymoronic to him. What could ever be comfortable about silence? 

“Where are we going?” He decides to ask her, only to break the silence, really, because he knows already where they’re going. 

She turns her head around quickly, her eyes lowered in two slits as she glares at him. She doesn’t say anything, though, and she just turns her head back and keeps on walking 

Harry isn’t sure he wants to test her more, and opts for staying silent, looking around the place instead. He figures he’s going to spend quite some time here so he might as well get to know the place. 

It’s mostly books on shelves, though, and he reads the titles in his mind as a way to not think too much about the suffocating quietness that lingers between them.

He can admit, it’s a great collection. He was never much of a reader as a kid, but after XFactor and while he was in the band, he felt the need to improve himself. He felt uncomfortable when he had to tell people he never finished school, so he decided to at least get a culture on his own.

His interest in reading came in phases, really, and he could’ve sworn he read a book from each genre. He laughs through his nose, as he’s still following behind her, when he remembers reading a book about a serial killer who killed women because he liked the way they smelled. He doesn’t know why he’s laughing, it was rather a creepy book and he had nightmares for weeks up to the point he had to ask Jeff if he could book a double and sleep in the same room with him.

He even had a self-help book phase, but that was more for his personal wellbeing rather than general culture. He recall they did help, but he stopped buying them after that one time Jeff accidentally opened his Amazon package and found inside the ‘How to live with anxiety: A guide’ he had bought the previous day. 

He was so embarrassed Jeff could get even a glimpse of his true, internal being he told him he bought it for a girl he was dating at the time. Jeff didn’t question him, it’s not like he cared. Harry knew there wasn’t anything wrong with his anxiety, of course he did; he was more embarrassed about people perceiving him as a real person with struggles and feelings. He had gotten used to being the funny guy everywhere he went, so he thought he wouldn’t be perceived as fun if people knew he suffered from anxiety.

They come to a stop once they reach a wooden door in the back, and Harry watches as she fishes inside the front pocket of her jeans and takes out a single gold key. She twists it inside the door’s lock and the lock opens with a pop. 

“C’mon” she says, when she notices Harry didn’t follow her inside. 

“What is this place?” 

She sighs at his words; he had already broken her rule twice, and she wasn’t sure she could put up with him any longer. She’s beginning to ask herself if the money’s really worth it, but 500 pounds a week sound like new heaters for the bookshop and at least two first editions of Jane Austen’s, so she bites her bitter remark ready to come out, and says instead: “What do you think?” She gestures for him to come inside, and he does, albeit hesitantly.

“Do you… live here?” Harry says once he enters the room. 

It’s a rather small space, a small green kitchen in the corner where he guesses they’ll be cooking, a nice rug adorning the floor. Behind the cream sofa, there’s a big window overlooking the street (the opposite one he came from) with a cozy reading nook where he imagines she likes to read sipping a cup of coffee (Harry doesn’t know whether she’s more of a coffee or tea person, he likes to think she’s a coffee person because he’s a tea one, and that just makes sense to him), and even if he can admit the big window is a little intrusive, he likes the idea of watching outside. He’s always loved people watching, and with a window as big as this, it’s almost like having a personal tv show playing all day. 

As he walks a little further inside the room, he notices there’s books everywhere: on the coffee table in front of the couch, on said couch, some splattered across the floor, some against the wall.

Harry jumps a little in his place when he hears her closing the door. He likes this place, it’s definitely a nice extent of her bookshop, but he’s feeling rather uncomfortable as he takes a big breath and his nostrils are filled with the warm scent of vanilla and cinnamon. Is this her… home? He always thought homes were so personal, he didn’t think he’d ever see hers. Of course he’d been in his friends’s homes, but it was always a matter of minutes, sometimes half hours, he never stayed around too long. He didn’t feel comfortable seeing people’s personal spaces. He didn’t like thinking about them decorating, picking the furniture, choosing the color of the wall’s paint. He didn’t like knowing people on that level, because he didn’t want people to do that with him. The wondering, the thinking about him. Not Harry Styles him (he was fine with that), but Harry him; Harry who buys anxiety guide books and likes cream sweaters, Harry who sometimes feels like he’s not that fun and kind, Harry that has to try so hard for people’s approval he analyzes everything he said In social gatherings instead of sleeping. 

“No.” She says, “I just come here when I need a break from people”.

That doesn’t really make sense to Harry, because he was never one to need a break from people (or at least, he was never one to allow himself that feeling), and he doesn’t understand why would someone ever enjoy being alone; but he somehow felt more at ease after her words. It wasn’t her home. She probably didn’t even pick the decor, she probably doesn’t even like green, he figures it just came already furnished with the bookshop. He knows the books are all her doing, but those don’t make him uncomfortable to the point of suffocating, it just makes the space a little more warm, and he somehow likes that.

“No dining table?” He notices, pointing towards the open space kitchen. She doesn’t know what that question means to him when she shrugs: “never needed one.”

She blushes a little when she adds: “When I eat here, I eat on the couch.”, maybe that was too much information?, she thinks, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He seems at peace with her answer, and she doesn’t question it.

She doesn’t know Harry doesn’t own a dining table too. He likes knowing something she doesn’t, it gives him a power over their newly formed relationship, and he recalls he’s never much in power of anything. He feels safe knowing this about her, without having to explain why he cares so much about dining tables. She would get it, he thinks, but then he’d had to tell her he doesn’t like to eat alone, and that, he thinks, she wouldn’t get. How could she? Harry doesn’t blame her. He was never one to crave alone time, but if he’s being completely honest with himself, he sometimes wishes it could be easier being alone. 

“Oh, no.” She says, “I’ve run out of flour.” She looks up at Harry from behind the kitchen counter, all furrowed brows and arm stretched before her as she holds open the cabinet above the stove. 

“Okay - he sighs - I could just run to the store. Do you think Tesco’s open on Sundays? I don’t really know Tesco’s opening hours, I never do my own groceries shopping, I know crazy, right? I could just go while you-“ he’s already pacing towards the door when she stops him with a groan.

“It’s fine.” She mumbles, closing the cabinet and tossing a packet to Harry. He grabs it before it could fall on the floor and reads aloud: cocoa powder.

“We could just make hot chocolate today and bake next weekend.” She says firmly, like she already decided without letting him know. She probably would’ve agreed to him going to Tesco if he hadn’t put on such a scene, with his incessant rumbling and paced walk.

“Hot chocolate? That doesn’t count as baking!”

“Who cares?”

“I do.” He scoffs, furrowing his brows and pouting his lips. He has his arms crossed over his chest like a child and she can’t help but look at him amazed by his behavior. 

“Mmh, what if we make it on the stove and not in the microwave? That way it doesn’t, technically, count as baking, but it does as cooking!” 

“I guess that will do. But you should know I take cooking very seriously, so I expect the same from you.”

She gives a firm nod of her head at his words, telling him she will. 

“And” he adds, “I don’t drink whole milk, makes my stomach funny. Do you have plant based?” 

YN lets out a small chuckle and opens the fridge’s door, taking out a box of oat milk and shaking it towards him: “I don’t drink whole milk either, I’m lactose intolerant”.

(…)

“Can I talk now? I really need to talk. It’s strictly necessary.”

YN rolls her eyes, “I highly doubt that”, she says, standing beside him in front of the stove. 

They’re both watching the chocolate boil in the pot, and Harry is stirring slowly to make sure it doesn’t stick to the bottom and burn the aluminum (she told him specifically to be careful as it’s the only one she owns, and even if Harry offered to buy her new ones, she declined with a roll of her eyes). 

They’re standing side to side and their shoulders are touching with every flex of Harry’s arm. She wonders if he’s aware of it, because she certainly is.  

“Okay, it’s not. But I can’t just… keep quiet!” Harry exclaims, turning his head to look at her.

“Why not?” 

“Because! What if I burn the chocolate but I can’t tell you because you said no talking?”

“You’re not going to burn the chocolate, Harry.”

It was the first time she’d ever said his name, and Harry feels himself blush. His name rolls off her tongue like a sweet syrup he wants to taste. 

“I appreciate the confidence boost.” He nods, continuing to stir the thick dark liquid with a wooden ladle.

“Wasn’t trying to.”

Harry rolls his eyes, smirking at himself; at least, he thinks, he got her to talk. 

He doesn’t understand where the fascination with this girl is coming from. He sees thousands of girls everyday, some prettier, some uglier, and he’s never been one to hyper fixate on a person. He prefers to have a lot of options so he never really has to worry about hurting anyone’s feelings, or worse, get his hurt. He doesn’t think he’d survive that.

It’s not a matter of physical appearances with her, it’s something deeper, primordial. Of course she’s cute, he’s not completely blind, but she just carries herself around with this sort of melancholy, she wears it as if it were perfume, and Harry really understands melancholy.

“If I paid you, say… a hundred more, could you rethink the rule?”

“You’re really careless with your money,” she says, furrowing her brows and pouting her lips, “but no, I wouldn’t.”

“Damn, you’re brutal”.

Harry admires her, really. She seems completely careless with everything. She turned down 600 pounds because she doesn’t fancy talking to him; he wishes he had that self control. He’s one to splurge a thousand pounds on groceries just because he was invited to a Christmas party once and didn’t know what the host would’ve liked him to bring. That’s why he’s not allowed to do his own groceries shopping anymore; of course he would never tell her that, because she already thinks he’s careless with his money. And he would like to scream: hey! I’m not careless, I could never be! I sometimes overthink too much and end up buying stuff I don’t need.

So what. She’s one to talk. Harry thinks it’s careless to pay six hundred pounds for a chat as much as it’s careless turning them down. 

So they both keep watching the chocolate boil, in silence, and Harry keeps stirring even when his arm starts to hurt, because he doesn’t want to ruin her precious pot and because he likes when his sweatshirt brushes against her sweater. Every once in a while, she stands on her toes and looks over his shoulder — “it looks almost ready” — and Harry can feel her hot breath on his neck. He stiffens and prays she doesn’t notice, his mind racing a thousand thoughts a second, wondering if she’s doing it on purpose, if she still thinks he’s unfunny or if he managed to be a little more pleasing to be around (he figures he didn’t, otherwise she’d want to at least talk to him),  then he prays in his mind the chocolate is going to taste good, because it would really suck if he couldn’t even make a silly hot chocolate. When he hears her phone’s timer go off, he turns the heat down and lets the drink cool on the stove. He frowns to himself: he really wishes he could be more careless.

(…)

“You don’t have to help me, I’ve got it” 

It’s around six now, and YN is getting ready to close the bookshop, carrying back to their places the books she read over the week. Harry still hasn’t left, she’s not sure why, but he kept quiet while they drank their hot chocolates and he didn’t question her when she told him she didn’t feel like going back out yet once they finished their drinks, so overall it wasn’t as bad as she’d imagined. She figures Harry managed to keep quiet because he seemed like he had a lot in mind. She found herself wanting to ask him what he was thinking about, but she held back. She never shared that level of confidence with anyone, so she’s not sure how he could’ve taken it. And she’s not sure he would’ve been honest either, I mean, why would he?, so she didn’t bother. 

Sometimes she wishes she had a little bit more courage to understand others. It’s a lot of work, and people haven’t always been kind with her, so she finds it hard to open up. But sometimes she finds herself thinking about how nice it would feel to share an intimacy with another so deep she’d never feel lonely ever again. Contrary to Harry, she’s not scared of being alone. What scares her is the emptiness the bookshop carries and the feeling that no one really could ever understand her. That’s scary. 

“Is ‘The Da Vinci code’ considered thriller or is it a novel?” Harry asks; he’s holding a pile of books with both his arms, raising his head a little so he can read the title of the first book in the pile. 

“Thriller”, she answers, pointing towards the isle where she keeps the other mystery and thriller books.

Harry nods and walks toward where she pointed, laying the pile of books on the ground so he can move more freely once he reaches the shelf.

Once he’s done reorganizing the books, he wonders if he should call Jeff and ask him to pick him up. He doesn’t want to walk back to the hotel alone, it’s gotten dark and he fears he wouldn’t handle another half hour walk in silence. He’s been quiet enough for the day. He feels like his brain could explode.

“You should go, it’s late.” YN says after a while. 

“Yes.”

“Are you taking the tube?” 

“What?” 

YN shrugs: “the tube.”

“Oh. Yes, are you?” Harry’s never really taken the subway, actually. It certainly wasn’t in his plans to lie, but he figured if she says yes, then he didn’t have to call Jeff and wait for him on the sidewalk like a child, and if she says no, he could pretend to walk towards the tube and then call Jeff. 

“Yes”.

“Mh. Okay, cool.” He gives her a swift nod and then hides his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt.  

YN looks at him with an expression Harry can’t read, and then she turns around and closes the bookshop’s front door behind them. 

They’re walking side to side now, Harry has his arms crossed over his chest to somehow keep his body from freezing, and he really hopes YN doesn’t think he’s silly for not wearing a coat in the middle of November. She probably didn’t even notice, and if she did, she doesn’t say anything. 

“Do you live far from the bookshop?” He says, and YN thinks he says it like he’s genuinely interested, she isn’t uncomfortable when she answers him: “no, a couple of stops.”

Harry nods: “I own a house in Hampstead Heath but I never really… uh I never really go there when I’m in London. I prefer to stay closer to the venues.”

He doesn’t know why he said that, it’s not like she asked. She probably doesn’t even care, or doesn’t understand why he would do such a thing. He already knows she thinks he’s careless with his money, and Harry gave her another reason to add to the list of how silly and pretentious he is.

“Oh” she nods, “I get it. With London’s traffic, you’d never make it to your concerts on time.” 

“Yes! — he laughs, she gets it — I mean, could you imagine that? Singer misses his own concert. That would be all over Daily mail.”

YN laughs too, mostly because he’s laughing, as she doesn’t really know why would that make the Daily mail, but he’s funny when he’s laughing. She thinks he looks like a little frog and he has that type of contagious laughter she likes. 

Once they reach the subway, YN takes out her metro card and Harry widens his eyes. 

“I… I’ll go make the ticket” he says.

“Shut up.” She grabs his arm and swipes the card, tugging him with her so they can both go through the gates before they close. 

“Oh God.” Harry lets out, looking at her with a bewildered expression on his face, “is that even legal? I have money, I could’ve just paid!”

YN rolls her eyes at him: “shut up. You already owe me 500 pounds, I wanted to return the favor.”

“Oh! You’re right. Here.” Harry digs inside his shorts pockets and takes out his wallet, opening it in front of her.

“Are you crazy!” She places her hand on his wallet and lowers it, trying not to draw too much attention on them, looking around to see if someone saw how much money he was carrying with him. “Let’s not do that here. Next time.”

“Oh, you’re right.” He blushes, closing his wallet and putting it inside the front of his sweatshirt this time.

(…)

When Harry returns back to the hotel it’s almost dinner time. He walks slowly towards his room, his head lowered on his phone as he’s dialing Jeff’s number.

“Yes?” 

“Jeff!” Harry answers, “are you in your room?”

“No, actually. I needed to do some shopping so i— did you need something? I’ll make it on time for dinner” 

“Great! Yes, actually, could you buy at least three cooking books for me? Easy stuff like, pies, cookies, pastries…” 

“Okay. — jeff says, and Harry knows he put him on speaker so he could write it down on his notes — like… baking books?”

“Yes, yes, exactly. You know what… buy everything they have on baking.” Harry’s now reached his room’s door and he holds his phone against his ear with his shoulder as he takes out the card from his pants, he then swipes it and opens the door once the light turns green. Once he’s inside, he removes his shoes and plops down on the bed.

“Okay. Anything else?” Jeff asks.

“Mh, yes. I also need a new beanie, big sunglasses and maybe like a fake beard? I don’t know. Something that makes me unrecognizable.” 

“Harry, I don’t really—“ Harry can hear Jeff sigh through the phone.

“Don’t worry, it’s not urgent. We have a week to figure it out.”

“We?” 

“Yes. C’mon hurry, I’m starving.” After Jeff’s okay, Harry hangs up the phone and throws it on the other side of the bed.

He feels so tired he figures he could take a quick nap before dinner while he waits for Jeff. He falls asleep almost immediately, and only when he wakes up an hour later to Jeff shaking him awake, he realizes it was the first time in a while he managed to fall asleep without thinking about anything other than green kitchens and cream sweaters.

(…)

“Oh my God!” YN shouts, laughing hysterically once she sees Harry walking through the front door. 

“Heyyy!” he pouts, “you said no one had to see me come in.”

“I know!” She exclaims, “but I was thinking more about window climbing and less about Santa Clause costumes”

Harry feels himself blush so hard he thinks he’s the same color of his pants. He really wants to punch Mitch now. When he suggested buying a Santa costume, Harry really thought it was the perfect idea, so he didn't stop to think about how embarrassing it would be to actually dress as Santa Clause. And dressing as Santa wasn’t the most embarrassing part about it all; her seeing him was.

“Don’t worry. — YN pretends to dry a fake tear from the corner of her eye — I think the Dumbledore beard really fits you. It would go soooo well with your Gucci loafers!” 

“You’re not funny” Harry whines, removing the beard from his face and tossing it on the counter where she’s sitting.

“Thank God you are, then.” She says, smirking at him. She plops down from the counter and gestures for him to follow her.

She thinks he’s funny. Harry smiles. Guess he’s back to being that version of himself he practiced so well over the years. 

“What are we baking?” He asks her once they reach the kitchen. He feels much more comfortable in her space now, and he isn’t even thinking much about the candle that’s burning on the coffee table, wondering if it’s her favorite or if she found it discarded somewhere and decided to lighten it so she could toss it away once it was empty.

“You decide, Santa.” She laughs lightly, “you’re the baker.”

Harry pretends to think about it for a moment before he nonchalantly tells her he was thinking about apple pie.

“Okay, I like apple pie.”

Thank God, Harry thinks, it’s the only recipe he managed to learn from the baking books. 

(read part three here)

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A Series of Nights pt 4

Night four (a night out)

Pt 3

“Ohmygod, we slept together,” she gasped out, scrambling up from her position and grabbing his shoulders excitedly. 

“I think I’d remember that,” he chuckled, not sure what she was getting at. His foul mood was nowhere to be seen that morning, which was a nice change of pace. 

“No dumbass, we slept. Like for the first time in a month I got a decent night's rest,” she explained, shaking his shoulders. Her eyes were lit up with excitement and he couldn’t help but laugh again. 

AKA

partners awkwardly share a bed because its the only way for them to make the nightmares go away, chaos ensues

The next few weeks were soured with killings by the narcos. Pablo Escobar had been slighted by the Colombian government and he clearly wasn’t taking it well. When the dust first settled Javier tried to look on the bright side, this assassination made the cartel a more legitimate threat and it gave them more validity in their war against the narcos. 

Things were going well with the three partners. Although Murphy didn’t let up on his teasing, they had seemingly managed to convince him nothing was going on with them…yet. 

Steve spent the most time with the two of them and it wasn’t hard for him to see that there was some lingering tension. He wasn’t a body language expert but the way their eyes trailed over each other's bodies when they thought no one was watching was downright feral.  

So he spent his free time teasing them. And maybe he was a bit too interested and when he came home after a long day of work to tell his wife all about how his coworkers were obviously in love it was a bit weird. She of course found it endearing at first. But over time the waiting game started to annoy Connie as well and the two reluctant lovebirds gained another fan. 

With the two of them scheming, it was only a matter of time before they came up with a plan to get the oblivious agents together. Steve invited his coworkers out for a drink and Connie tagged alone, essentially making it a double date. 

Javier opted to meet them there, wanting to bring his own car so he could leave when he felt inclined. The rest of them loaded into Steve’s car. The two women quickly caught up, having known each other well enough back when Steve and his partner were working in Miami. Connie of course would not stop asking about Javier which she found a bit suspicious but not too much. She hadn’t met the man and it was natural for her to be curious about her husband's other partner. 

“Sooooo, Steve tells me you’ve got some workplace romance going on with one Javier Peña.” Connie giggled, pushing the other woman for details about her budding affair with the playboy agent. 

“Your husband is a nosey little gossip, Connie. There's nothing going on between me and Peña.” She couldn't help the little smirk that pulled at the corners of her lips. The idea of having a “workplace romance’ with agent Peña wasn't a bad thing to think about. 

“Well maybe not yet,” Steve mutters, causing her to give him an unamused look, rolling her eyes and groaning at his persistence. Connie takes that as her signal to get up and grab them some drinks. 

“What's that supposed to mean?” she snapped, glaring across the table at her partner. 

He didn't respond, instead just giving her a knowing look and an infuriating little smirk. That was until Connie came back with a whole platter of shots. They took turns knocking them back until the plate was just about empty and then they got back to the conversation at hand. 

“It's obvious you two have the hots for each other,” he scoffed, words slurring a little bit under the influence of the tequila he had downed. 

“And how do you figure that?” there was less venom in her words now, a genuine interest peeking through. If she was being too obvious about her ‘barely-there’ crush she wanted to know. But she also wanted to know if there was any chance the feeling was mutual. 

“Oh Javi, I just can’t sleep without you,” he speaks in a downright dreadful impression of her, his southern accent poorly impersonating a breathy feminine tone she rarely if ever spoke in. “That's how you sound,” he asserted. 

“I do not.” She couldn't help but giggle at his little display, blushing at the idea of her coming onto Javi so brazenly. Maybe it would work, she had just enough drinks in her to consider it. 

“Oh and don't even get me started on him.” She sat forward in her seat at that. Connie smiled at her obvious interest when Steve mentioned the other man and how he might feel about her. “The way he looks at you should be considered public indecency. Plus I dont think I’ve ever seen him smile like he does when you’re giving him grief.” 

“Speak of the devil,” Connie added as the man in question strided through the door. 

He walked in like he owned the place, looking around passively until he noticed the people he was looking for. 

He looked calm but the breath was sucked out of his lungs when he sat down next to his partner and noticed her far too short red dress. It was fitted with a deep v and a slit in the side so it just barely covered everything that needed to be covered. 

He grabbed a shot glass off the table and threw it back before he even spoke. He meant to stay sober that night and for the most part he did but he needed that first shot to take a bit of the edge off. “You clean up nice,” his partner commented, trailing her hand over his arm absentmindedly as she took a shot of her own. 

He could already tell her and Steve had had a bit too much to drink before he got there. He cursed himself for the extra few minutes he spent in front of the mirror deciding on what button up shirt and jeans combo he would wear that night. Connie spoke up, being the only one not a bit intoxicated. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Agent Peña. Your partners have told me a lot about you,” she commented, giving the other woman a knowing look. 

“All bad I assume,” he joked, placing a hand on his partner’s shoulder as if he was asking for confirmation. 

“I can’t believe you think so little of me, Javi,” she scolded, slurring her words a bit as she swayed in her seat. 

His body heated up at the nickname. Plenty of people called him that but it was different hearing it from her lips. She rarely called him by his first name anyways, opting for his last name instead. 

“Let's dance!” Steve offered, tugging his wife out of the booth after him. Clearly he wanted to get his hands on her in a way that was appropriate for a public setting and that was the best way to do so. 

Javier looked over at the woman sitting next to him and grinned. “You gonna dance with me, partner?” he teased, lacing his fingers with her and standing. 

She stood shakily and followed him to the dancefloor, stumbling over her feet and leaning against him heavily. She swayed against him to the music, taking in the distinctive smell of his cologne and his firm hands on her waist. The bumping music of the bar was the only sound between them, both knowing any conversation would make the whole thing awkward. 

Their close proximity and the friction of dancing was bound to cause a situation for Javier. He excused himself before he could get himself in trouble for grinding his very obvious erection on her ass. 

When he returned she was at the bar with another glass of something dark. She sipped it down quickly and placed it next to another empty glass that hadn’t been taken yet. Before he could take the seat beside her another man seemed to have the same idea. 

He glared at them from across the bar, hot anger coursing through his body. He wasn't the jealous type, he had no room to be. None of the women he was with ever had any implication of exclusivity. He didn’t mind it that way, he knew he was the best so he didn’t need to be the only one. 

It wasn’t jealousy he was feeling, it was rage. She was well past drunk and this creep was looming over her, staring her down with a predatory gaze. Javi was gritting his teeth when the man leaned closer to her and put his hand on her leg.

She shrunk away from him, not able to get up from her seat in her drunken haze. She looked scared and confused, he saw red.

He wanted to rush over there and punch the guy in the jaw, but he needed to handle this with tact. Instead he calmly walked over and took her face in his hand, “How's my girl?” he murmured in her ear, so close his lips were brushing her cheek in a closed mouth kiss. 

“Javi!” she giggled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and trying to pull him closer to her. By now the man who was bothering her was long gone, giving the two of them a glare from across the bar. 

 “Come on. Let’s get you home,” he grumbled, dragging her out of the bar. 

He draped an arm around her shoulder to keep her steady as he led her to the car. She giggled as she stumbled over herself, leaning most of her weight onto his chest. 

She haphazardly fell into the car once the door was open, trying to pull him in after her. He stood firmly, pulling out of her grasp so he could get into the driver's seat. 

The tense air of the ride home was broken by the weight of a small hand trailing over Javier’s thigh. His breath hitched as he coaxed her hand off his leg and back into her own lap, intertwining their fingers to keep her still. 

“Hands to yourself,” he scolded. She was clearly very drunk and he didn’t want her trying anything she would be embarrassed about in the morning. 

Unfortunately, there was no way he could keep her from opening her mouth, which was made evident after he had herded her into her apartment. She fell onto the couch with a huff. “Take my clothes off,” she whined, missing the way his eyes widened at her comment due to her being utterly shitfaced.

“Let's get you to bed,” he replied, ignoring her request. He grabbed her waist and manhandled her over his shoulder so he could carry her into the bedroom. 

He set her down on the bed in a less than gentle manner. She grumbled at that and tugged at the straps of her dress. “No outside clothes on my bed,” she slurred, waving her arms in the air as a sign for him to help her out of the dress. He groaned and stepped closer so he was at the edge of the bed. Closing his eyes, he reached out and pulled the dress over her head. 

When he didn’t hear her moving to change into any sleeping clothes, he opened his eyes but looked over her shoulder instead of at her. “Put some clothes on,” he commanded. 

“No. Feels better like this,” she replied, crawling under the covers and nuzzling into the soft sheets. 

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, not having planned to spend his night babysitting his drunk coworker. Lost in his own thoughts, he barely noticed when she reached for his hand. 

“What's a pretty thing like you doing here?” she slurred, both of her eyes snapped shut and then opened in a lazy attempt to wink. 

He wasn’t sure if she meant in the apartment, in this city, or in the country of Columbia. Or maybe she didn’t mean anything at all, that was the most likely thing. He had been called many things by many women but pretty was not often one of them. 

He pulled his hand out of her weak grasp and stripped his clothes off so he could get into bed. As soon as he was under the covers she pressed herself into his side, stroking a hand over his chest. He took a sharp inhale and wrapped his arm around her in return. 

“So pretty,” she mused, bringing her hand up to cradle his face and bring his eyes to her. “You gonna show me a good time?” she ran her finger over his lips, a clear look of lust in her eyes. “I’ve been trying to fuck you for weeks now,” she whispered, leaning closer so their lips were almost touching. 

“You’re drunk,” he stated, not wanting to hear anymore of her intoxicating words because he knew they weren't true. 

“Am not,” she slurred, accepting his rejection and snuggling into his side. He was acutely aware that she was completely naked save for a pair of lace underwear, which made it feel more scandalous if anything. 

He tried to steady out his breathing as she quickly fell asleep next to him and he wondered if this was some sort of divine punishment for his womanizing ways. 

The next morning was eventful to say the least. While Javier expected to wake up in the position he went to bed in, that isn’t what happened. He woke to a cold and empty bed. It was what he was used to with her but somehow it still surprised him. 

He put his jeans on and stepped into the kitchen. He was greeted by the sight of her in that damn robe. It was always just a bit too short and a bit too tight, but with her straining to grab a bowl from a high shelf it was covering pretty much nothing. 

The gentlemanly thing to do would be to help her, and so in a sleep ridden haze that’s what he did. He absentmindedly placed a hand on her exposed hip as he reached over her to grab the bowl. 

She took a shaky breath in at the contact of his hand and his chest pressing to her back. “Thank you,” she murmured.  

“Sure thing,” he replied simply, staying there for a moment even after the bowl was safely on the counter. His voice was a bit loud and she clearly winced at the words. 

“You ok?” he questioned. 

“Hungover,” she groaned, leaning back into his touch. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to the feeling of her pressed against him. 

“Yeah. You were very drunk last night.” He laughed a bit, remembering her drunken antics. 

She spun around frantically, her face only an inch from his chest. He stepped back a bit but put his hands on the counter beside her so she was still caged between him and the cabinets. Her eyes widened with realization when she saw the smirk on his face. “Oh my god! Did we?” 

“Oh believe me, you’d remember,” he replied, the sly grin on his face growing wider. 

“Javi!” She exclaimed, her face burning with embarrassment. It was rare he saw her shaken like this, he would be lying if he said it wasn’t kinda cute to see her go shy from something as simple as the idea of having sex with him. 

“Plus I’d never take advantage of you like that. Even if you were practically throwing yourself at me,” he assured her, the teasing  tone not leaving his voice for more than a second. 

“I was NOT,” she yelped, trying her best to defend herself from embarrassment even though she was clearly failing. 

“No? I seem to remember you saying that you want to fuck me. Is that true?,” he questioned, leaning close to her and whispering in her ear. His voice was raspy from the morning as well as lust. 

“I'm busy, Javi. Stop distracting me,” she whined, turning around and grabbing the bowl along with the rest of the supplies for pancakes. 

“Oh believe me. I can distract you all day baby,” he whispered, hands ghosting up and down her hips and waist. 

“Nope. Nuh uh. Not gonna happen. Don’t even bother.” Her words said one thing but the way she pushed her hips back into his grip said another. 

He huffed and stepped away from the counter, ego slightly bruised at how quick she had shut him down. He sat patiently as she fixed breakfast, content to watch the way she hurried around the kitchen. The domesticity of it all was strangely turning him on, but pretty much everything she did turned him on.