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Oblivious - Dr. Frank Langdon Imagine [The Pitt]

Title: Oblivious

Pairing: Dr. Frank Langdon X Reader

Word Count: 2,936 words

Warning(s): Langdon isn't married in this, depictions of violence

Summary: (Y/n) has a great day every day. But Frank only has a great day if (Y/n) looks at him. (Otherwise known as Frank being down bad, everyone else knowing, but (Y/n) being completely oblivious)

Author's Note: Shoutout to the ER Ken line for inspiring me to make a story where that summary could work (cannot pass up a good Barbie reference). Also, shoutout to @emziess who seems to have a talent for making Langdon's eyes look so fucking bright in these gifs.

Anyway, go check out my prompt list! It's linked at the bottom!

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The first time I heard about Frank having a crush on someone in the hospital, it was from Cassie.

I had been sitting at one of the workstations, filling out the chart for a new patient who needed to be sent for an MRI to confirm a theory I had. Frank was sitting across from me. I had been so focused on my charts that I didn't even realize that he wasn't working on anything.

"Hey, (Y/n)," he said.

"Yes, Frank," I replied, mimicking his tone. I only ever used his first name if I was joking around or incredibly angry. He was a hard person to be incredibly angry at.

He let out an airy chuckle and glanced at the desk for a moment before looking back at me.

"Do you have a favorite coffee shop," he asked.

"Honestly, I can't remember the last time I went to a coffee shop," I shrugged. "I got an espresso machine as a little gift to myself a few years ago now and it has been a lifesaver. Why? Were you looking for recommendations?"

Frank seemed to deflate a little bit after my comment. "Yeah, yeah, I was. Don't worry about it though."

"Okay...," I pretended to be more suspicious of him than I was. "But if you want to get an espresso machine, I will happily send you a link to the one I have."

"Thank you," he nodded, smiling just a little bit more. "Gotta check on a patient. See ya in a bit."

"You too," I blindly waved at him as I concentrated on the computer screen.

Cassie walked over soon after, stopping next to my seat so she could look at the list of current patients.

"And done," I said as I scanned my ID and logged out of the computer. "Fingers crossed that man isn't here for half a day."

Cassie chuckled at that. "You caught that one pretty quick."

"It helps when a patient is cooperative and the family are forthcoming," I explained.

"And when you're very good at your job," she nudged me.

"I was trying to be humble." I shrugged. "How's your day going?"

"Not as chaotic as usual, but it's still the Pitt," she replied.

"Fair."

I saw her turn around and glance around the room. "I do have some interesting gossip, if you'd like it."

"Okay?" I chuckled.

"People are saying that Langdon has a crush on someone," she reported, giving me a look that almost seemed proud.

I had to fight to not let the disappointment that shot through me show on my face.

Frank and I were about as close to being best friends as you could be when you meet as adults. I thought that he would have been the one to tell me about that. At least, that's the reasoning that I used for myself. Because that would be more acceptable than admitting that I was jealous of a person I don't know the identity of.

"A crush?" I joked. "What is this? High school?"

"Are you fishing for a Bowling for Soup joke?"

"Absolutely," I nodded at her. "Anyway, did this gossip include the name of this crush?"

"I was hoping you would have one," she replied. "You two are closer than anyone else I know here."

"He didn't say a word about it," I shrugged. "I'll let you know if I find out."

"Okay," she said with an amused look. She clearly knew something that I didn't but wouldn't tell me a thing. I furrowed my eyebrows at her. "Gotta go, no rest for the wicked, right?"

"Right," I replied. She walked away quickly, leaving me to look back at the screen and find my next patient.

My conversation with Cassie wouldn't be the only weird interaction I had that day.

A while later, I would find myself walking over to the nurse's station. Dana was typing away at a computer while Frank was staring at the screen over her head. He was tapping away on the table. My focus turned to a bouquet of flowers on the counter.

"These are pretty," I commented, leaning on the counter next to Frank. "Do they need to go to any particular patient?"

"Nope, they were for the department," Dana replied. "Some parents came in to let us know that their kid pulled through. Said that we saved his life."

"Makes it all worth it," I decided.

"Didn't realize you were a fan of flowers," Frank commented.

"Only certain ones."

"Such as?"

"Peonies," I answered. "Easily the prettiest."

"Noted."

I turned to look at him. "Why?"

He seemed to panic for a moment before shrugging. "Feels like a good thing to know."

Dana placed a hand over her face, clearly hiding a laugh.

I gave her a confused look. She just waved me off.

I just shrugged. "Alright, no time to be picky. I'm just gonna pick the first thing I see- oh no."

Frank let out a laugh before quickly stopping himself.

"No, no, no, I changed my mind."

Dana raised an eyebrow at me.

"Based on the information, this looks like a potential... misuse of home goods," I explained. I tried to sound more successful than I would by saying that someone shoved something up their ass that they shouldn't have. "Last time I had a case like this, I had some... trouble being professional."

"I see."

"Yeah..." I muttered. "I guess I'll go-"

"I'll take this one," Frank stopped me.

"No, it's fine-"

"Nope, I'm taking this one," he insisted.

"Why?"

"Haven't you figured out that I'd do just about anything you asked me too?"

I stepped forward and hugged him. "My hero."

He chuckled almost directly into my ear before stepping back. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

As he walked away, I turned back to the screen. "I'll have to buy him dinner or something for that one. Really took one for the team there."

Dana was giving me a weird look. It looked almost identical to the look that Cassie had given me earlier.

"What," I asked.

"Nothing, nothing," she shook her head. "Just wondering, have you heard about Langdon's mystery crush?"

"Maybe... do you know who it is?"

She just stared at me for a moment. "Nope, no idea."

I didn't believe her, but I didn't have the time to question her. "Okay..."

I didn't have another strange conversation that day.

Instead, all I got were some weird looks from time to time. I had caught a few of the nurses side-eyeing me. Dana also seemed to be watching me more than usual. It was all just a bit weird.

It was hard not to notice. Everyone else seemed to be aware of something that involved me, but no one would actually tell me what. It was getting to the point of being annoying.

So, when an unruly patient was wheeled into the Pitt, I was almost grateful for the opportunity to focus on something else.

He was already unhappy when he got there. The behaviors all lined up with some kind of withdrawal.

I had made the decision to move one of the nurses out of the way due to how belligerent the man had become. I don't know why. It wasn't like I was particularly stronger than any of them.

I wasn't strong enough to even pose a threat to the man.

That was proven when the man's arm had gotten out of the hands of those trying to restrain him. He swung full force to one side, cleanly clocking me in the face.

I don't know the full picture of what happened after that.

The full image of the world only truly comes into focus while I was sitting in the longue alone. I had my eyes closed; head tilted back as I tried to let the noise of the world die down for just a little bit. Just long enough to get my bearings.

I opened my eyes when the door opened.

"Hey," Frank said as he stepped inside and closed the door behind me. "How you feeling?"

"I feel like I've got whiplash," I replied. "How's it going?"

"Patient is sedated and is awaiting a psych consult," he explained before coming over to sit next to me. "Here, got some ice to help with the swelling."

"My hero," I grinned as I grabbed the ice pack. I held it to my cheek. "I've called you that twice today."

"And I haven't deserved it either time."

"Oh, shut up and take the compliment." I heard him chuckle. "You should get back out there."

"Not until I'm sure that you're okay."

I sat up straight and pulled the ice away, letting him look at the wound on my face.

Frank was incredibly gentle with me. His fingers were featherlike as he checked on me. I knew he could tell how warm my face was getting. I just didn't know what he would want to do with that information.

"Hey, umm, McKay and Dana have both mentioned something interesting," I said. "They mentioned that you had a crush on someone."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," I continued, returning the ice to my face as he leaned back. "Do you?"

"Um, yeah, you could call it a crush." he shrugged.

"Well, out with it!" I pushed, shoving his shoulder a bit.

"It doesn't matter-"

"Of course, it matters!"

"Alright, alright," he chuckled. "If you remember to ask me at the end of the day, then I'll tell you."

"Deal," I reached out to shake his hand.

I glanced over his shoulder when I felt someone looking at me. I saw Robby and Collins being incredibly obvious about looking at us with what seemed like the hundredth weird look of the day. Then, I saw Robby nudge Collins's shoulder with his own, his face going completely soft as they chuckled to themselves.

"Do you think Collins and Robby are seeing each other again?" I pointed to the view behind us.

Frank turned around to look at them, which seemed to make them realize that we could see them, so they walked away.

When he turned back to look at me, there was this look of disbelief on his face. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. He seemed to snap out of it a moment later, acting as if nothing had happened.

"Don't know, maybe," he shrugged. "They're good together."

"I've always thought so."

Robby popped his head in a few moments later.

Frank muttered about how he would see me later. I nodded at him, thanking him for checking on me. He grinned as he muttered “you're welcome" before continuing his path out of the room.

Robby focused on his mission of getting me to go home. He was sweet, always had been. But he seemed to forget that I cared significantly more about doing this job than I did about whatever bruises may come from it.

After a few minutes, he relented. He muttered about me taking a little more time to use the ice on my face before coming back. I accepted that compromise.

I was relieved that the rest of the day went significantly better. No deaths, no incredibly violent patients, no more moments of anxiety.

Except for the weird looks, which continued everywhere I went. God forbid that Frank and I worked on a case together. Everyone else in the room was looking at us like we were a time bomb that they were watching rapidly count down.

To put it very simply: I was more than happy by the time my shift ended.

Frank was waiting to walk me out to my car at the end of the day. I grinned as I made it over to him.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hi," I let out a sigh, letting the tension roll off of my shoulders. I frowned when I saw him looking at the blooming bruise on my cheek. "Stop it. You're like the millionth person to give me a look that isn't normal."

"Are you in any pain?"

"It's sore, yeah, but nothing that some ibuprofen and ice can't fix." he didn't seem to believe me. I stepped closer to him. "Look at me. I'm fine. It's a bruise; no serious trauma, the bleeding is over, I have all my teeth. It's over and I'm okay."

He finally relented, nodding at me.

"You never told me who your crush was," I said as we started walking. I heard him sigh. "Bet you were hoping the hit would make me forget about that promise, huh?"

"I was hoping you'd have something distract you from asking again," he confessed.

When he let his sentence end there, I smacked his arm. "Well, out with it!"

"Why do you want to know so bad?"

"Because...," I trailed off for a moment. Why did I want to know so bad? To see if I could even compare to them? Just for the closure so I could move on at long last? "Because you're my friend. Probably my best friend."

"Yup, best friend," he nodded. I paused slightly at the tone he used. I couldn't figure out if he was just annoyed or if he was properly angry with me.

"What was that snark for?" I forced a chuckle to keep the conversation going.

"It's nothing."

"Oh my god," I said, stopping as we made it to our cars. "You are insufferable. Just tell me. What do you think is going to happen? Do you think I'll run off and spill your secret? I would have thought that you thought more of me than that."

"I don't think you'd do that," he admitted.

"Then, prove it by trusting me," I pushed.

He took a deep breath, running his hands over his face.

"Frank-"

"(Y/n), it's you."

Any sentence I had planned had died in the air. I stared at him in silence. There was no way that I didn't look as stunned as I felt.

It was like every weird event of the day had snapped into place. Like putting together a puzzle and finally sitting back to look at the complete image.

"Oh my god," I mumbled.

"(Y/n)..."

"Oh my god," I muttered again, taking a few steps back. He looked a bit panicked. "Oh, I'm so stupid."

He couldn't stop himself from chuckling a bit. "No, you aren't-"

"I am, actually, I really am," I insisted. "You asking me about my favorite coffee place..."

"I was trying to ask you out for coffee."

"McKay coming up to me afterwards and mentioning you having a crush on someone..."

"Her attempt to prove that you had no idea what I was doing when I asked about coffee."

"The comment about the flowers-"

"That was an accident."

"Everyone's weird looks today. Oh God, I thought Collins and Robby were sleeping together again."

I ran my hands over my face. I could hear Frank trying to stop himself from laughing at the whole series of events.

"I am such an idiot!" my sentence was muffled by my hands.

"Hey, hey," he stepped closer to me and pulled my hands away from my face. "You're not stupid. I am for not telling you sooner. You are brilliant. Part of why I... One of my favorite things about you is the fact that you're brilliant."

"Then, I'm just blind as a bat, thanks."

"Oh, for the love..." he cupped the sides of my face, getting even closer to me. I felt like my breath stopped completely. "You are amazing. Brilliant and kind and stubborn as hell and I love it. I adore it. All of it. Nothing else matters right now. Nothing outside of this moment matters."

I forced a chuckle, trying to break some of the tension. "Passionate?"

"A bit, yeah." he smiled at me.

There were a few seconds of silence. My eyes were jumping over every part of his face. His eyes were fixed on mine. I had lost hold of all concept of time at that moment.

I saw Frank open his mouth to speak, but I cut him off by leaning forward to kiss him. It was exactly what I wanted it to be. Gentle, loving. It felt like something had clicked into place. Like it was all a question of when and not if.

My hands grabbed onto the front of his scrubs. It was as if I was scared that he was going to change his mind suddenly. His hands moved to my sides, holding me just a bit tighter. It was enough to calm whatever subconscious part of my mind that had thought he was going to walk away.

I pulled away first. Frank had this smile on his face that made me chuckle quietly to myself.

"I... I don't think I mentioned this," I said, " but I do really like you."

His smile got a little bit bigger as he leaned his forehead on mine. He didn't say anything. He looked at me with the kindest eyes I had ever seen.

"I have just gotten to this point where my brain will automatically draw any other conclusion than someone's showing interest. It's a habit that I've had since high school. Helped me avoid a few pranks, but now... it just... hinders... stuff..."

"Just have to prove you wrong then," he replied before leaning in to kiss me again.

It was at that moment that I realized how much I wanted to stay there for as long as possible. And I would be content there. Because I'd be with him.

And I couldn't ask for much more.

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roseyodditea · 6 months ago

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Sneak a Quick Kiss - Harumasa x gn!Reader

Summary -> 1.6k words. Established relationship. 2 moments where Harumasa remembers you have to hide your relationship, and 1 when he decides he's had enough.

Warnings -> A 'lil suggestive in the middle (marked and optional)

A/N -> I'll be honest, I didn't expect to like writing as much as I do and I've been getting more support than I ever thought I would. Thank you :)

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— Close Call #1 —

You looked out of the window into the H.A.N.D Headquarters Plaza, watching people walk leisurely. You were in an empty meeting room, one of the many shoved in a forgotten corner of the large office building. This meeting room was often forgotten about, which just made it perfect for your purpose. The purpose that Asaba Harumasa was currently late to. You sat down on one of the chairs, spreading the folder of paperwork, figuring you might as well do work instead of letting the folder be just a quick excuse to anyone curious of the meeting between you and Harumasa.

You were analyzing a document heavy with black bars of redaction, holding up the paper to the light to read the name of the hollow that was hidden under the dark ink, Melinoe. You bite back a small giggle, realizing that Harumasa definitely shouldn’t have told you about it on your last secret date night. You continue on your data analysis work, still waiting for the very late man. You two had started this little routine over a month ago, a weekly (sometimes happening even two to four times a week) recurring meeting disguised as a debriefing of Section 6’s hollow data. The meeting's true purpose was known to no one, and you hoped to keep it that way.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door closing, familiar arms draping over your shoulder, quick playful kisses being pepper across your cheeks. “Hey, darling~” Harumasa placed one more exaggerated kiss on your cheek before hiding his face in your hair.

“You’re late.” You chide lightly, leaning back in the chair.

Harumasa huffed and let go of you, moving to instead sit on the table in the room, shoving aside some of the work you were doing. “Yanagi caused a meeting to run late despite both me and Miyabi wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.”

You stood up, moving to stand in front of him, a familiar hug playing out as you leaned your head on his shoulder, his arms resting securely on your lower back. “You’re still late. You’ll pay for that.”

“Will I now?” He said, his tone light and teasing, his hands sliding down your sides before he hoists you up on the table with him, your thighs straddling his lap. “What’s your price?”

“You have to host a dinner and movie night at your place, meaning you have to clean your apartment.” You giggle, leaning in a bit.

“Highway robbery, absolutely unfair price, what has the world come to?” He mutters back playfully before sealing your lips in a kiss. It was slow and patient, one of his hands cupping your cheek sweetly, the other on your lower back, keeping you close in his safe grasp.

The sound of footsteps causes the kiss to break unceremoniously, you crawling off his lap immediately, moving quickly to sit in front of the papers you had set out, Harumasa scrambling to snatch up one of the papers to look busy as the door swung open, a janitor looking up surprised to see people in this forgotten about meeting room.

“Oh sorry, are we in the way?”

— Close Call #2 —

(A/N) -> Make out scene contained betwixt the asterisks, feel free to skip if that's not your thing. Mwah mwah kissing, you get it.

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Adrenaline pumped through Harumasa’s veins after a successful investigation in Melinoe, another large target successfully taken down. In this hyped up state, a lot of Harumasa’s rational thoughts when it came to you flew right out of the window, which was why you were currently pushed up against the wall of the parking garage outside of the H.A.N.D headquarters. You didn’t even care that the rough bricks of the wall were clinging to your clothes and your hair, how could you care when there were feverish touches and kisses being scattered across your body.

Half gloved hands sliding up under the bottom of your shirt, tracing over your skin, desperately lips begging for more, wanting to celebrate this win with you. You haphazardly shoved off his bow and quiver, the sound of them clattering to the pavement beneath your feet not even reaching your ears, one of your hands moving to his tie, pulling and trying to loosen it in the heat of a moment. Harumasa didn't even care his beloved weapon was on the ground, instead moving to press his body even close, one his thighs moving between yours, wanting to be impossibly closer.

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The sound of an “Enh-na!” caused the two of you to pull away from each other harshly with a pant, Harumasa looking down at the source of the sound.

Agent Gulliver stared blankly, just holding up paperwork to you, the data analyst. His round eyes were unblinking, seemingly unaware of the situation he had just stumbled into. You and Harumasa were quiet for a few seconds before you reached out. “Uh… thank you, Agent Gulliver.” The bangboo saluted as you took it and walked off.

Harumasa blinked a couple times. “He… He won’t tell anyone, right? Bangboo’s don’t gossip, do they?” You sighed, straightening up his tie before pushing him a bit off of you. “I’ll go pull his memory card. It’s standard for my reports. I’ll just… crop the video.” “Yeah thanks.” Harumasa scratched the back of his head. “We’ve got to be more careful.”

— Close Call #3 —

— Secret is Out —

You had told Harumasa not to push himself too hard, and what does he do? Run head first into battle without calling for backup, of course. He had it handled, but he was paying the consequences today, and of course you were sweet enough to give him company while he was holed up, miserable in his apartment. You swiped through the files on the tablet, a sleeping Harumasa laying in the bed next to you, his arm draped over your lap, holding you securely even in his sleep. An alarm buzzed and without looking up from the tablet, you shook Harumasa awake.

“Huh?” The tired man sat up, wiping the drool off of the corner of his mouth, smiling a bit when he saw you were in his bed.

“Second dose of medicine.” You replied without looking up, handing him one of the bottles. He opened it and placed one of the pills in his mouth, reaching across you to take your water and taking a couple big gulps. “Rude.” You scoff, finally looking up from your tablet.

He placed the cup back on the nightstand before grabbing the tablet, taking it from you and also placing it on the nightstand. “Your poor, sick boyfriend is suffering cold and alone in bed and you’re more focused on work?” He pouts as he pulls you to lay down with him, rather than sitting up.

“You’re only sick because you knowingly pushed your limits!” Your words had no real bite as you did, in fact, lay down with him.

“Your words wound me.” Harumasa cuddles close to you, his wheezing breath right next to your ear, but you didn’t mind, especially with the way one of his hands played with the hair at the base of your neck. “You know you don’t have to be here, right?” You let out a noise, not wanting to repeat this conversation yet again. “I love you, I want to be here, I’m not going anywhere.” You list quickly, and Harumasa didn't argue back, kissing your forehead. “I love you, too.” He whispered softly, his voice slightly hoarse. “And I love that you’re here.” The tender moment was interrupted by a knock at the door. “Oooh that’s probably our takeout.” You reluctantly get up out of his bed with a promise that you’d be right back. You opened the door holding the tip money, only to come face to face with quite possibly the worst person to see right now. “Yanagi?” You were going to ask something else, but your brain chugged when faced with this rather awkward situation.

“(y/n)?” Yanagi was honestly just as confused. “I didn’t know you and Harumasa were close.” Your silence was bordering on suspicious when you let out a polite, professional chuckle, very thankful you hadn’t changed into your pajamas yet and could still kind of pass this off as work. “I work very closely with Harumasa for my reports. A lot of the hollow data can be weird to work out so I often talk to him since he’s a really good scout. I just stopped by to grab some paperwork for him and I ended up helping him with a few things since he’s not feeling well today.” You lie through your teeth, but luckily Yanagi didn’t really seem to question it… or if she did she certainly didn’t let it be known.

“Ah, well I just wanted to drop off another set of folders for him to review. Soukaku tried to do his paperwork for him and I tried to read his handwriting through the scribbles and I wanted to double check it was accurate before I handed it in to you.” Yanagi offered politely.

Harumasa, who you didn’t realize got out of bed, stood next to you, looking between you and Yanagi. He was tired, in pain, and frankly tired of hiding this relationship. It was his idea originally to keep the fans at bay, keep him out of hot water with the press, and make sure there wasn’t anything to report to HR, but seeing you try to cover up comforting your sick boyfriend with work? Absolutely not. He wrapped his arms around you from behind before placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, your body freezing as Harumasa looked at Yanagi from his hiding spot in your neck.

“Sorry, I’m off today!” He closed the door before dragging you back to bed with him.

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suguruspit · 6 months ago

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Lockjaw

warnings: oral sex (f!receiving), come eating, Gojo is a certified munch, situationship, exhibitionism, masturbation (reader), semi-public sex, car sex, f!ngering, squirting, overstim, dancing around feelings, panties fetish (?), eating out with panties on

A/N: Gojo Satoru being a complete nasty freak and munch is something that is very special to me. He definitely uses those six eyes for inappropriate things don't even JOKE (this was a request :P)

It was a random hook-up that started his slight obsession. On and off for years, and this particular part of his kinky nature never came to light.

"I'm serious, Gojo." You snort, the tip of your finger swirling around the rim of your glass as you rest your chin in your hand. "I'm not the type of girl to lose my panties to the first guy who makes a pass at me."

Gojo studies you, eyes hidden under that thick black fabric as he hums, stretching his legs out as he stands up from his bar stool, holding out a hand to you as you raise an eyebrow in response.

"I'll take you home." A simple sentence, one that he says with such ease that you don't think anything of it, despite him practically begging to let him get you off in bathroom.

It's not like the two of you haven't shared a bed before, admittedly you'd been thinking about texting him a simple 'you free?' earlier before he'd walked straight into the bar you were in- but, he's just your coworker now.

Walking into that damn school and immediately thinking about The Gojo Satoru on his knees with his mouth buried in your pussy had made working with him a complete nightmare. There's only so many times you can excuse yourself to the bathroom to bury your fingers in yourself for some kind of relief. Thus; the ban.

"I don't know.." You eventually reply, your voice full of uncertainty despite the fact that your body is already up and moving off the stool, and you smile to yourself as Gojo wraps his jacket around your shoulders, leaving him in that ridiculously tight white shirt. "I guess you're a safer option than a random man."

"Gee, thanks." Gojo snorts, offering you his elbow with an exaggerated bow, making you laugh as you stumble slightly on your way back to the car.

It's cold out, which is part of the reason why you'd gone straight to the bar after your bad mission instead of just walking it off. Plus, there's nothing a little wine can't fix after Shoko has actually fixed you.

You shiver a little as you pull Gojos' jacket a little tighter around yourself. The cold air is making the wetness of your panties a lot more obvious, and your cheeks burn with both shame and alcohol as you walk unsteadily back to that fancy ass car you knew Gojo would have driven all the way here.

"You know," Gojo says with a joy in his voice that makes you wince. It's never a good sign when he's confident, even less when he's full on grinning like a shark down at you. "I know you've made yourself all messy just thinking about my offer."

Fuck. This was a trap.

"You've been avoiding my calls," Gojo continues, sniffing as he opens the back door to his car, patiently waiting for you to slide yourself onto the seats, which you do albeit a little hesitantly.

The cold leather against your wet panties has you biting your lip and Gojo just grins at you, leaning on the car door all cocky with his frustrating smirk as he asks you; "You sure I can't convince you?"

Your hand clutches your skirt a little too tightly, the black Jujutsu uniform that was built to be lightweight suddenly feeling suffocating.

"I meant it-" You start, as you look back at him with fluttering eyelashes and a semi-serious expression. You pout your lips purposefully as you spread your legs the tiniest amount, anticipation shooting through your spine as you notice him start to breathe harder. "My panties, staying on."

An odd hill for you to die on, but apparently it wasn't a hill that would stop Gojo as he's clambering into the back of the car and folding his long legs with a heavy 'fuck'.

You let out a moan as you look down in front of you, Gojo is balancing himself in-between the sets of seats so that he can be eye-level with your cunt, bandana pushed up into that messy white hair as his eyes practically glow in the dark car. It's electric the way he looks at you, and you bite your hand as he lowers his nose, breathing in the scent of your arousal with a low groan.

"Not a problem, princess."

"You're such a freak," You breathe out, but you aren't really one to talk as you feel yourself getting even wetter as he nips and bites at your plush thighs. You rest your head on the headrest as you shuffle your hips down, letting out a little sob as Gojos' tongue finally drags its way up your wet underwear.

It's perverted, the way that it gets you wriggling and writhing. That wet cotton sticks to you as he starts swirling his tongue on your clit, the texture of the fabric dragging against you with each movement making the pleasure all that more unbelievable.

It's wet, spit and slick noises filling the car as he groans and whines into your pussy, thanking you over and over as he palms himself, never faltering in his open-mouthed kisses to your pretty pink lacy panties, suckling gently over the slightly raised mound of your clit after at least ten minutes of teasing.

"Fuck, I-" You breathe out, the air so thick that your chest is heaving. Your thighs are aching from the way he's using both strong hands to hold them open, your hands buried in those snowy locks as you force his mouth to where you want it, practically riding his face in the back of his fancy-ass car. "Holy shit, I'm going to cum."

Gojo just nods desperately through your struggling words, jaw and tongue moving even faster as he whines with flushed cheeks and spit-shiny lips into you, his hand leaving one of your thighs to rub himself off, and that sight is what gets you shaking.

"Fuck, Gojo." You whine as you reach your peak, hips stuttering and fingers tightening in his hair. The sight of him sobbing into your pussy as his chest tinges pink and the front of his pants get darker has you staggering through a second wave, your orgasm dripping through your panties sluggishly and covering the back seat of the car. "Holy shit."

Gojo pulls back, absolutely wrecked. His face is adorably pink, eyes half-lidded as he looks at you with a satisfaction that has your heart stuttering. There's your slickness spread across his lips and chin, and he gathers it with his thumb just to push it past his own lips with a cocky grin, all teeth and charm as you curse.

"Still going to ignore me?"

And ignore him you did, or you tried.

But the stuffy conference room is getting unbearably warm as you shift in your seat, willing your throbbing cunt to stop as you avoid Gojos' gaze across the table.

He's sitting in that ridiculous way he does, ass half in his seat as he sits like its his own personal throne, long legs hanging over the edge of it as he makes a show of dragging his tongue up and down the popsicle he'd opted to eat in the middle of the meeting, much to your own dismay.

The incredibly boring old bastards just sneer at him with disgust as he joyfully sucks on his fingers, swirling his tongue to collect all that sticky juice that had dribbled past his lips and onto those long digits.

It's like your own personal torture, and you bite your lip and send a quick prayer that the ancient elders are too busy scolding your coworker to notice the way your own hand is buried in between your thighs, your skirt just long enough to cover the way your fingers are driving themselves in and out of your pussy.

As an elder starts talking about the newest development in the Zen'in council, you take the time to wiggle out of your panties, leaving them hanging around your ankle riskily.

Your cheeks burn and your heart is hammering as you glance around the table, eyes shifting between your unknowing audience as you force yourself to be quiet.

That pressure is building up your spine, your thighs aching as you shift in your seat, stammering out a quick reply as the man closest to your right asks if you need a break.

"She's alright," Gojo waves his hand as he replies, although you notice his ears are pink and there's a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. "Fed up of you old bastards, I'm sure."

You shake your head in disagreement, and your fingers are buried knuckle deep in your pussy as you stop for a breath, terrified to move in fear of being caught. There's juices leaking around your fingers, the chair slippery as your folds slide against the chair as you wiggle yourself, full of impatience despite your mental battle.

There's a buzz of your phone, and you bite your lip, glancing around you before deeming it safe enough to check. Your breath leaves you in a half-disguised moan that goes unnoticed around the table as you read it.

Gojo: don't stop now, I know ur close

You could almost cry as you lock eyes with him, and he just winks before divulging into another complaint about an improperly labelled curse. It all turns into background noise as you continue to bully your own cunt, wet walls hugging your fingers tightly as you get closer and closer.

Burying your chin into your chest as you start to reach your peak, tears burn in your eyes as you feel that familiar wet heat stirring in your gut. Fuck, not now.

You panic and make frantic eye contact with your friend across the table, but it's too late as you stutter and your fingers curl just right. Gojo's eyes widen slightly, and he's coughing just loud enough to cover the wet sound of your release flooding the chair.

Thankfully, the elders are already taking their leave, the nicest of them all wishing you better health as he leaves with a polite bow, and you just stammer out a weak 'thank you'.

The silence of the room is embarrassingly loud as you're left to shimmer your panties back on properly, the fabric wet with your own squirt as you wince at the wet-on-wet sensation, too caught up in your own head to notice the way Gojo has stalked his way over.

"What are you-" You try to complain, but it's stolen from you as he shoves your chair away from the table, already sinking to his knees in front of you, groaning at the way your juices spill onto his pants. "Gojo, please."

"Yeah," He replies hoarsely, already pushing his bandana up to keep his hair out of the way as he buries his face where you begged for it, his nose rubbing against your clit as you sob and writhe. "Fuck. You're too much, baby."

"Not your baby," You whine out as his tongue pushes against your clothed folds, making it even more wet and lewd than it already is.

You outright moan as his fingers peel the wet fabric to the side, one of those long digits sliding all the way into your cunt, curling up and finding that spongy spot immediately, already working on milking a second orgasm out of you.

It's embarrassing how fast that high is creeping up your spine, the way your clit pulses and the way your walls tighten as Gojo sets to work, that overly obnoxious mouth for once silent as its full of you.

The sounds of Gojos' sloppy make-out session with your pussy filling the silent room, and you bite your hand to stop yourself from crying out as your toes curl in anticipation.

It's always so intense with Gojo, those damn Six Eyes knowing every inch of your body biblically and hitting those pleasure points ruthlessly - all you can do is hang on as best you can. And that's what you do, shaking fingers weaving into his hair as you pull and twist and whine as he alternates between delicate circles and hard swipes with his tongue.

The sloppy and wet sounds of your pussy pull you out of that foggy haze, your folds slick and shining from where they're parted with Gojos' nose, his blue eyes focused on you as he pumps his fingers in and out to the rhythm of his tongue. You babble something incoherent as your orgasm builds, your back tensing as you feel that unmistakable wave.

Gojo just curls his fingers once more and holds the pressure, his other hand pressing down on your lower belly, making you practically shout as you gush down his forearm, the force of it almost making you black out as it lasts forever.

And he sweet talks you the whole time.

"So fucking good princess, fuck, look gorgeous-shit" He groans, eyes rolling back as he fucks his own fist, panting and looking up at you with pleading eyes and flushed cheeks. "Let me finish on you, please."

You whimper out a 'yeah, do it baby' and that's all it takes for that milky-white sticky cum to paint your stomach, some of it hitting your chin as you moan, taking in the way his eyes screw shut and his jaw locks as he strokes himself through it.

Gojo whispers out a hoarse 'thanks' before his forehead rests against your thighs, he kisses and bites them gently as he regains his breath, and you soothe the pulled locks of hair with your fingertips.

If only you weren't planning on calling in sick to completely avoid him tomorrow.

That plan only worked for so long, there's only so many times you can ask to trade missions before people start to get curious, especially Nanami.

"You won't work with him, and that's not what's best efficient for the entire team."

You groan as you walk, dragging your feet and hanging your head as you follow him to the hall. He's not wrong, but how do you tell your perfectly respectable friend that the reason you can't work with him is because you act like a bitch in heat whenever you see his stupid fucking face?

"Perhaps," Nanami hesitates as he speaks, that normally monotone voice breaking unevenly. You look up at him curiously, only to find him watching you kindly already. "You could try to transfer?"

To Kyoto? Yeah. No thanks. You scoff to yourself, hoping he doesn't pick up on it. If he does, he's too gentlemanly to say anything, unlike a certain somebody.

"It's alright, I'll talk to him tonight after some liquid courage." You affirm, hoping you sound a lot more confident than you feel as you reach out for the door with a shaking hand.

Tonight being the staff party that Gojo and Shoko insisted on. You'd be lying if you weren't a little bit hopeful, your best baby-blue lacy set sitting neatly underneath a low-cut black cocktail dress. Normally, you'd say this is how you always dressed for a party. And normally, Nanami would pretend you were telling the truth.

"You're too good for him." Nanami simply says as you both step in, already cringing at the volume level. Both Tokyo and Kyoto teachers had come together, meaning the more rowdy bunch from Kyoto were already leading the party. "If you need me, text. Try not to, though."

And with that, you're alone.

You hum to the music, swaying a little bit as you make your way to the drinks table without looking like it was your one and only goal. You probably fail, but Shoko is there to hand you a red plastic cup and grin at you as you sigh in relief at the strong smell emanating from it.

"He's gone to get ice." She simply says, rolling her eyes at your fake attempt to seem uninterested. "In fact, he's been a while. Check that he hasn't warped himself into a coma, will you?"

You startle a bit at that, cradling your cup to your chest as you read her face for any tells that she's lying.

"He's done that?" You ask doubtfully, but you've already set your cup down in preparation for the hunt down.

"Not since we were kids." Shoko shrugs, and then she's shooing you off.

It doesn't take long, there's only so many freezers in the building, and there was no way he as hiding in the main kitchen. No, he's in the stupid dorm kitchen that you all used to share as kids.

"You get lost?" He calls out to you as you curse at the cold air, hands rubbing your arms as you step through the doorway with an unimpressed pout. "Ice machine is taking a while, tell Shoko to cool her tits."

"Incredible," You mutter as you take in his outfit. Tight black pants paired with a cream sweater that's practically hanging off his sharp collarbones, his hair down for once. He also has those sunglasses on that you find hot, despite being nothing particularly special. "You're almost thirty, stop talking like a frat boy."

He pouts at that, faking a tear-wipe with his finger as he hangs his head. You resist a smile as you watch him, instead choosing to hop up onto the counter with practised ease from your youth.

"Can't you like, infinity it faster?" You ask, just to wind him up. All these years, an on and off relationship, and you still pretend to not understand his technique because you know that really gets under his skin.

"You suck." Gojo says as he sticks his tongue out, but you see the way his eyes undress you, the way he lingers his gaze on your thighs. You sigh, and shimmy your hips down.

"I'd offer to get undressed, but something tells me you'd prefer me to keep the panties on."

That has him freezing from his current path towards that sweet spot between your thighs, looking up at you like a deer caught in headlights. You just hum, spreading your thighs.

"Well go on then," You say nonchalantly, letting your thighs fall even more open, exposing the flimsy black lace that covers your pretty pussy, the sheen of arousal already evident. "You have five minutes before Shoko and Nanami come looking for me."

Gojo lets out a cocky laugh, pulling his sweater off as he rolls his neck. Those ridiculous abs already pulled tight as he crouches, looking up at you under those stupid sunglasses that you love so much;

"Plenty of time."

You just laugh through your own moans as he gets to work.

Gojo never thought he'd get the chance to taste you so freely, after you broke things off the last time he thought that might have been it. But he's Satoru Gojo, he wouldn't be himself if he didn't push his luck, especially with you.

The first time he eats you out with your panties still on, it's an accident. One of the last times you'd been together, you were wearing this honey gold set that had drove him crazy, his spit and your slick mixing so deliciously over that fucking lace that it unlocked something in him.

Then, you'd decided that what you both had wasn't working, and all he was left with was that pair of honey gold lace panties to work over his dick desperately as he chased that memory of the way you came with your panties half-stuffed inside you from his tongue.

When he'd gotten the chance to eat you out after that visit from the bar, he'd been so excited to get his tongue on you, on that rough lace, that as soon as you'd finished all over his tongue, that honey-sweet thick taste that drove him crazy, he'd cum in his pants like a horny teenager.

The second time he was more prepared, as soon as he'd noticed your beautiful flushed cheeks as you wiggled across the table from him, he'd used his Six Eyes to watch your every move, getting harder and harder as you got yourself off in a room full of unsuspecting old geezers. It took everything in him not to bust as you fucking squirted, his cough managing to cover that lewd sound that drove him crazy. As you got yourself through that haze, he'd told them all to get fucked and that he'd talk with them one-by-one at a later date.

Getting on his knees and holding your knees up as he cleaned you up through your dripping wet finish was the next best thing to being in you. And your reaction when he'd added a single finger? Fuck.

The staff party was his final straw, eating you out and holding your hips as you rode his face in your old dorms, even though you knew his perverted little secret. He knew he had to patch things up with you.

Currently, he's up to the hilt in you, rubbing soothing circles into the plush flesh of your thigh as you breathe through the sudden fullness of him. All that smart-mouthing you loved to do to him, gone the second he'd peeled the pretty purple panties to the side and slid right in.

Your walls are so tight, pussy so fucking perfect. And he tells you, whispers it right into your ear as he rocks gently into you despite the urge to fuck you raw.

"Shut the fuck up, Satoru." You'd moaned back, still as feisty as the day you'd met. He grinned into your shoulder, biting down onto your ear lobe as he tuts his disapproval.

"If you truly hated me, you wouldn't keep wearing these frilly little things." And he watched in total satisfaction as you turned a cute shade of pink.

Yeah. Fucking made for him, alright.

And if you used his black card to purchase as many lace sets as you could find, who was he to stop you?

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vigilante-3073 · 5 months ago

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It’s my birthday is on Saturday! Could I have please a Gregory house x reader imagine?

Birthday Girl

Gregory House x Female Reader

Summary: It is Y/N's birthday and everyone seems to have forgotten but House.

TW: Established relationship, surprise party, House being sneaky.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 🥳🎂🎉 Hope you have the best day ever!

F/N: Father's name M/N: Mother's name

It was Y/N's birthday.

Y/N was a relatively simple person and didn't expect much fanfare on her birthday, but she at least wanted it to be acknowledged. It was almost lunchtime and not one person had wished her a happy birthday.

Y/N hadn't received a single call or text from friends or family either and it was starting to get to her. She sat alone at a table in the cafeteria, picking away at a dry muffin while trying not to cry.

Y/N looked up when House sat down across from her, her eyes quickly returned to the dissected baked good as she tried to keep herself together.

"You've been upset about something all day long. You've been virtually useless in differentials and I think I know why," House started.

"Why?" Y/N questioned softly.

He stuck a hand into his blazer, pulling out a pink envelope and setting it down on the table. Y/N glanced up at him before picking it up, she opened it and slid out a card.

It was blue with a cartoon goose in a party hat on the front, in swirly pink writing it read:

Happy Birthday, you silly goose!

Y/N felt tears gathering in her eyes, "Happy birthday, Y/N," House said.

"Thank you," She said softly.

"I made reservations for us at that fancy place you like, I'll pick you up at eight," House stated.

"Okay," Y/N smiled.

House stood up from the table, "Get some real food in the meantime, none of the stuff they bake here is edible," House said.

House and Y/N had been dating for almost three years. She was an important member of his team and feelings developed between them as they spent more time together. House always had a soft spot for Y/N and he tended to be more gentle with her than he was with other members of his team.

Cuddy and Wilson both talked to Y/N when their relationship was in the early stages. They wanted her to be careful and advised her that being with him was not a good decision.

Y/N and House worked together, he was her boss and he was House, which was reason enough for her to steer clear.

House was rude, manipulative, sarcastic and downright abrasive while Y/N was the complete opposite. She was kind, trusting, soft-spoken and generally sweet, everyone who met her absolutely loved her.

Wilson and Cuddy thought that House would ruin her.

House may not have always been the romantic type, but he definitely cared for Y/N. He looked out for her in ways that weren't obvious, discreetly checking in to make sure she was doing alright.

For the most part, House had done well with keeping his relationship out of the workplace. Other than a few nasty jokes here and there, he treated her the same as his other employees. Things got easier as time went on and Cuddy was actually surprised that he was able to compartmentalize.

The rest of the day was eventful, but it wasn't anything out of the ordinary when it came to being on a case with House. The patient was lied to and browbeaten into making the decision that eventually led to their diagnosis and subsequent cure.

House drove to her apartment after they had finished the case, he brought her a bouquet of flowers and a wrapped gift. He made his way up to the door and knocked, breath catching in his throat when he saw her.

Y/N had always dressed well, but seeing her fully made up always managed to take his breath away.

"You look hot," He said.

Y/N smiled, "Thank you," She replied.

"Got these for you," House said, holding out the bouquet to her.

"Aw, that's sweet. Just give me a minute to put them in some water and then we can go, okay?" Y/N asked, House nodded.

Y/N made her way into the kitchen, House stepped into her apartment and closed the door. He set the gift on the table next to the couch, moving over to the kitchen and watching Y/N as she trimmed the flowers.

Y/N placed the colorful flowers into the water before setting the vase in the center of her kitchen island.

"I know you like pink so I asked for whatever was the most pink," House stated.

"I love them. Thank you, Greg," Y/N smiled.

He nodded, "We should get going, got a reservation in twenty minutes," He said.

...

Dinner went off without a hitch, they had a few drinks and shared a dessert before House walked her back to his car. He opened the door for her, she thanked him as she slipped inside.

House nodded, closing the door behind her before moving around to the driver's side. He drove back to her apartment with the radio playing softly as they talked. House parked the car and walked her up to her apartment, standing behind her as she unlocked the door.

Y/N opened the door, the lights turned on suddenly before the large group of party guests yelled, "Surprise!"

Y/N turned to look at House, "Did you plan this?" She asked.

He nodded, "I know how crazy you are about birthdays so I told everyone to keep quiet about it until the party... Then you were moping around so much that I caved and got you the card," House said.

Y/N smiled, sliding her arms around him and giving him a hug, "Thank you," She mumbled.

He returned her embrace, "You're welcome... Now go enjoy your party," He said.

Y/N pulled away, stepping into her apartment with a happy smile. Everyone was there, including her parents that House flew to New Jersey for the occasion.

House settled himself on the couch with a drink as he watched his girlfriend interact with her friends and family. He knew that he was lucky to have her, but times like these just showed him exactly how lucky he was.

Y/N almost had too many friends to invite, everyone she had ever met fell in love with her and it baffled him.

How could a person be so magnetic to everyone around them without intending to be?

Y/N had no greater motivations, she was just genuinely happy and House wanted to be like that.

Y/N made her way over, sitting down on the couch beside House and crossing her legs, "You enjoying the party?" He asked.

"I am, but you're not," Y/N stated.

"I enjoy spending time with you, not a fan of the crowd," House said.

"Do you want to stay over tonight?" She questioned.

"You just want me to help you clean up this mess," House said, Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile.

"You're right, I only want you to stay over for your cleaning abilities. Not because I like you or anything," Y/N teased.

"I'll stay," House nodded.

"Good, I was hoping that you would," She replied.

"Since I managed to steal you away from your many adoring fans," He started, reaching over and grabbing the wrapped gift that he had left on the table.

House held it out to her, "Open it," He said.

Y/N took the gift from his hand, carefully tearing away the paper. She let out a soft gasp when she realized what it was, a pristine first edition copy of her favorite book.

"Where did you find this?" She asked softly.

"I've been looking around for a while," House said.

"House, this must've cost you a fortune," Y/N said, looking over the book and examining the details.

"You're worth every penny," He stated.

Y/N looked up at him, "You're a really sweet guy, House. Thank you," She said.

He nodded, "I should go introduce myself to your parents, learn what kind of craziness is in my future," House said.

"You go do that," Y/N said, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. House stood up from the couch, making his way over to Y/N's parents.

"Hi, I don't think we've met. I'm Gregory House," He said.

"I'm F/N and this is my wife, M/N. Thank you for inviting us," Y/N's father said.

"Yes, we really appreciate you flying us down to see her," M/N said.

"Of course, you're her parents and you should be here," House nodded.

"We've heard a lot about you, Doctor House," M/N said.

"Don't believe everything you hear... Unless they're good things, then they're completely true," House said.

M/N smiled, "Our daughter seems quite smitten with you and I can definitely see why," She said.

"I'm a lucky guy," House nodded, tapping his cane on the ground gently.

"I was actually hoping to get your blessing to ask her to marry me," House admitted.

Her mother smiled widely, looking over at her husband, "I just need to know one thing, Doctor House... Do you love her?" F/N asked.

"More than I've ever loved anything," House stated.

"Then of course, you have our blessing," F/N said, holding out his hand to House. He shook her father's hand with a small smile, knowing that he was about to make the best decision of his life.

...

Y/N woke up the next morning, eyes fluttering open to the bright sunlight filtering in through the window. Y/N turned onto her other side, realizing that the space beside her was unoccupied. House tended to have bouts of insomnia, but usually wound up in bed beside her before she woke up in the morning.

Y/N let out a soft sigh, eyes drifting over to the alarm clock on the nightstand.

"Oh, crap," She mumbled, climbing out of bed quickly and rushing into the bathroom when she realized that she was incredibly late for work.

Y/N brushed her teeth, combing her hair and pulling it up into a ponytail. Y/N made her way out of the bathroom, searching through her clothing quickly to find an outfit.

"Where's the fire?" House asked, making his way into the bedroom with a tray in his hands.

"I'm really late," Y/N mumbled shakily, trying to keep the panicked tears at bay.

"I called in for you and I already," House said.

"You did what?" Y/N asked, turning to face him.

"You and I are out sick for the day," He stated.

Y/N let out a huff, her shoulders sinking as she looked at him, "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked.

"You were asleep," He shrugged, "Get back in bed, I made breakfast," He said.

Y/N shuffled over to the bed, climbing under the blankets and settling on the mattress with her back against the headboard.

House placed the tray over her lap, "I thought I had a bit more time before you woke up in a panic," He said, moving around the bed and getting in beside her.

Y/N huffed, "You almost gave me a heart attack," She said.

"My bad... I hope that the chocolate chip pancakes and bacon I made will fix it," He said.

"It might," Y/N replied. She shared her meal with House, sipping on her coffee while he watched her.

"I have a question for you," He said, she looked over at him.

House slipped a hand into the pocket of his pyjama pants and pulled out the small velvet box. He flipped the lid open with his thumb before holding it out in front of her. Y/N's eyes widened, gaze flickering between the ring and House.

"Will you marry me?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, what?" Y/N mumbled quietly, House smiled.

House let out a soft laugh, hand dropping onto the bed, "Did you not understand the question?" He asked.

"No... I-I don't know," Y/N said softly.

"I'm gonna ask again, alright?" House questioned, she nodded.

"Will you marry me?" He asked.

"Did you ask my dad?" Y/N questioned.

"I don't want to marry your dad, I want to marry you," House stated, smile widening.

"No, did you ask him for his blessing?" Y/N asked.

"Of course I did and he said yes. Now, I'm gonna ask you for the third time and I need you to focus because asking four times would be humiliating, alright?" House said.

"I'm sorry, I just- I wasn't ready," Y/N said, her cheeks flushing.

"Will you marry me?" House asked.

"Yes," Y/N replied, a wide smile breaking out across her face.

"Finally! My god, I was starting to think that I'd never get an answer," House said.

Y/N cupped his cheeks, pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss. She pulled away and House took her left hand into his, plucking the ring from the box and sliding it onto her finger.

Y/N smiled as she looked down at it, "It's beautiful, House," She said.

"Wilson helped me pick it out. He's got a lot of experience with ring shopping," House said.

"Well, I love it, it's perfect," Y/N assured.

"I'm glad you like it... Happy birthday, Y/N," He said.

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eclipse-msoul · 4 months ago

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BELONG TO ME IN OBLIVION

Reader X Romantic yandere Batfamily

chapter 6 :

You yawned as you stretched your arms back to release the tension.It was getting late now, seven o'clock you noted was the time. At Most a few minutes remained before you clocked out.

Your eyes flickered to the figure resting on the bed – an oxygen mask on his mouth and the ECG machine gave you his heart beat.The beeping sound was the only thing other than your breathing that sounded in the hospital room.

The boy slept under your gaze. His black hair was dark like the night sky. They resembled the familiar ones, making it all the more painful for you. His heart beat had gotten stable in the few hours that he stayed here in rest and unconscious.

You heard the nurse call out to you, giving a Pat on your shoulder with an understanding smile.

She spoke softly with a tender gaze. “ Dr. (Name), you've been tending the patient for several hours. Go home and take a rest. I'll stay with him and make sure he's fine.”

You didn't decline. You nodded and bowed your head before walking out. “I'll leave him in your hands.” You said and walked out – not before passing another glance on the boy.. Few minutes passed before you saw a bright blue car and softly scoffed

The car parked in front of you while the large and brimming hospital stood at your back. His night sky-like hair came into view as he got out and blue eyes scanning for your familiar form darted back to you. He grinned with his known generous smile.

“ (Name).” He called so tenderly that you felt your heartbeat. He walked closer to you not knowing how quickly and took your hand. He gently held it closer to his lips and stared into your flushed eyes with a knowing smirk.

He could be so much when he wanted to.

“ Thomas.” you replied under a giggle before his large muscular arm pulled you closer. You could feel his heart beat so loudly, It was strong yet strangely calm.You remained in his embrace till the twinkling rain began to pour. As always Gotham could never have a clear sky for long.

He and you quickly rushed to the car and took a seat. Both of you grinned at each other's wet state before driving off.

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Four hours before you clocked out

It was about to strike three o'clock, Gotham was full of clouds preventing any sunlight from reaching its people. In the vast and dangerous city of Gotham lies the central Gotham hospital.

Inside patients were constantly being rushed in – someone got stabbed during a fight, others got robbed and had a bullet in their head while some very unfortunate souls got taken victim by one of Gotham's most notorious Goons.

You walked down the dark and barely lit hallway. After spending almost seven hours in the ER, you needed a break. Deciding it was time, your junior was given your duty and you went out to take a breath.

The Hospital being almost thirty years old hadn't renovated itself in certain places. Despite WE enterprise generously donating millions of dollars, not much changed. You hadn't bothered mentioning it to Thomas or Bruce – because knowing them….. Sigh, you didn't feel like pondering over what they would do.

Suddenly while walking through this dark and creepy hallway, you felt a hand pull you. It was slim and petite and was over your mouth. You struggled to breath and you felt your heart beat increase. Has some Goon gotten in? Were you about to get killed? Were you going to be held in ransom? You really hoped it was the latter.

The hand remained on your face as you tried to listen to the grip of your holder. ‘When someone tries to attack and hold you, try to calm your mind first and keep on struggling. Then when you find the opportunity hit on their foot by applying the whole power of your body on the sole of your foot. Your predator might scream or be put off guard. Hit him or her in the solar plexus and run.’ Alfred's words during your self defense class rang in your head.

Your eyes which were blinking with tears began to dry. You did exactly as you're taught and finally got out of the hold of the figure you presumed to be women. You turned your head back and halted.

“...what are you doing here?”

The women with the brilliant golden hair and blue eyes looked at you amused. She smiled brimmingly and grinned. “ Honey Pie! I came to see my favorite junior.” The women with a jolly tone voiced.

You did not believe it. She may have been your senior, perhaps a very good friend but now. You tightened your jaw and spoke with spite hidden underneath. “ Senior Quinn state your business.”

She suddenly paused and looked at you with her deep blue eyes. Her voice that was previously lased with joy changed, “ (Name)...” she held your hand and this time no matter how hard you pulled you couldn't get out.

She intensely gazed into your eyes and said, “ I want you to do me a favour.” your wrist which was under her hold tightened up in pain. She pushed your hands up and pulled you against the wall.

Her mouth got closer to your face which distorted uncomfortably while you struggled. “ So… will you do it for me my dear junior?” She asked like she had given you any choice. You skimmed under her gaze. Before finally giving up, “ I'll decide after you tell me.” And you turned your head away as a last sign of resilience.

She let you go and you fell to your knees. She gave you a hand to get up and when you decided not to take it. She forcefully took you up. You glared at her as she sighed. “ Follow me outside.”

“ Why should I ?” you hissed.

She laughed, “ Aren't you a little feisty thing~” she turned back at you and flickered her finger to your forehead like she did in your house job days. ( she had no right to be so familiar yet so different)

"Stop worrying I'm not going to eat you..” You held your head in pain even if it didn't hurt. Your heart still felt pain.

You reluctantly followed her steps. She took you to a dark and hidden alleyway. With every step you took, you wondered if it would have been better to run. But you kept your breathing stable – at least on the surface – and took each step with caution.

Harley Quinn – the woman who was considered to be like a sister to you before she changed and went to the side of the joker – finally stopped. Your eyes squirmed as you tried to see what her body hid and as she moved. You felt your heartbeat quickening.

You rushed to the side of the ground where her feat stood. A boy you assumed to be a teenager was heavily bleeding. His stand of several white hairs stood out on his bleeding head. You quickly assessed the situation and tried to stop the bleeding. “ Harley, help me!” You screamed and she inwardly smiled.

So no more pretending to ignore her huh? How cute. She bent down and helped you.

When you felt the bleeding had stabilized a bit,you decided he could be taken to the hospital through the stretcher. You were about to tell her to call the hospital staff but she must've thought it was too much work. So she disappeared.

“ The kid's name is Jason Todd. Take care of him for me Honey pie~” Her voice rang through the air. And she vanished like the clear sky in Gotham.

TBC…

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saweetdolly · 3 months ago

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⊹₊⟡⭒˚.⋆ " 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋"

pairing ~ thanos / choi su-bong x f!reader

warnings ~ 18+ minors dni, dirty talk, phone sex, praising, masturbation, thanos wants that cookie so effing bad, oral (both receiving), facial, mentions of drug consumption, dom!thanos & sub!reader

summary ~ a facetime call between you and your bestfriend escalates into more when you start reminiscing about past occurrences

wc ~ 2.8k

a/n ~ hii babies! i've seen all your requests and i'm so excited to write them for you, so please be patient and i promise i'll get to all of them! i'm currently posting all my drafts so enjoyy this longgg thanos smut cause he's sexy asf >.< and all my rauw girlies recognize this title :3 rmb to eat and drink ur water babies!

your phone continuously buzzed as the facetime notification lit up the screen, the name "su-bong" appearing. you had just gotten out of the shower and it was no surprise that your bestfriend was already calling you, most likely checking your location and seeing you were home.

you wasted no time in answering the phone, setting it up on the counter. su-bongs face appeared on the screen. his purple hair was in its usual messy state and a goofy smile adorned his face. "heyyy señorita" he says in a sing-song voice, and you immediately cringe at the nickname. "ew su-bong. you need to cut that out." you say, applying a bit of moisturizer on your face. he shrugs as he takes a hit of his vape, fixing his position so his head is resting on his arm whilst his other hand holds the phone.

minutes felt like hours as he rambled about some pills namgyu had given him while you were getting into bed, your eyes rolling at his boring choice of topic for a conversation. "i don't even know why you still take those pills. they're so wack." you say, pulling the sheets over your body and settling your head down on your pillow. "that's not what you thought the last time we took them." he says in a matter-of-fact tone, and you knew exactly what he was implying. "your point being?" you ask, pretending to be clueless. you knew you had to talk about it at some point; that one night su-bong invited you over.

it was a windy and cold friday night in seoul, and the walk back to your apartment had you wishing the ground would eat you alive from how stressed you were. having just gotten out of work after taking an extra shift for your "sick" co-worker, you picked up your phone and called su-bong, knowing that he knew just how to make you feel better.

the phone rang once and he immediately picked up. you put the phone to your ear, being unable to control the smile taking over your lips. "hey thanos. you awake?" you ask, using the nickname you gave him when he decided to drunkenly dye his hair purple. he lets out a low laugh, exhaling whatever he was smoking before answering. "yeah, you gonna come over?" he asks, and your answer comes out of your mouth before you can even think about it. "on my way."

upon arriving at su-bongs apartment, he was already trying to convince you to take something with him. you slid your jacket off, throwing it somewhere on the ground. you sighed as you sat on the couch, mentally thanking su-bong for wasting so much money on what was probably one of the softest couches you've ever sat on.

"come onnnn it'll be fun. please?" he begged, eagerly sitting down next to you. you allowed his request to enter your mind. you probably just needed a nap but who makes rational decisions when they're stressed? nobody..right?

"i don't know su, i feel so tired and stressed and everything is just so much." you say. he sighs as he takes off his necklace, opening the cross and showing you the pills. "please?" he pleads. you stare silently before he speaks again. "i promise it'll relieve your stress. just do this with me." you stare at him before nodding slowly, a teethy smile appearing on his face. "good choice baby. here, pick one." he says, offering the open cross to you.

you pick up a pink pill, heart racing as you look back up at su-bong. he pops a blue pill into his mouth, sending you an encouraging nod so you'd do the same. you place the pill on your tongue, thinking your heart would shoot out of your chest from how hard it was pounding as you swallowed. "now sit back and enjoy it." su-bong says, and you turn your head to look at him.

a wave of heat washed through your body as you analyzed his face. his head was resting on the back of the couch, his lips were slightly parted, heavy breaths leaving them. his eyes were closed as he manspread, resting his hands on his lap. you couldn't brush off every thought that was coming to your mind as your eyes trailed down to his lap, suddenly feeling hot inside. this had to be the drug taking its effect, right? sure you always found su-bong attractive, but he was your best friend. he was your best friend who you practically had to babysit because of his stupid actions, your best friend who defended you against your high school bully, min-ji, your best friend who was constantly throwing hints at you and you never even noticed.

"su-bong." you quietly called out to him. he let out a low hum as he opened his eyes, turning his head to look at you. whatever you did next you'll forever blame on the pill. you lunged forward, grabbing onto his face and pressing your lips on his. su-bongs eyes widened as his hands flew to your hips. he closed his eyes, and you felt him smile as he kissed you back. your mouths slowly moved in sync as you sat back, your hands resting on his shoulders. su-bong softly bit on your bottom lip, taking an opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth when you let out a low moan. your tongues slowly wrestled together and you felt yourself get soaked with arousal. his hands massaged your hips and he broke the kiss, his pretty eyes staring into yours. you slowly look down and between you, a raging boner peeking out of his pajama pants. your body suddenly felt hot and sweaty, your name leaving his lips in a quiet whisper. you pushed him back slightly and your hands trembled as you grabbed the hem of your shirt. su-bong stared into your chest as you slowly slid your shirt off, eyes dark with lust and pupils blown from the drug. he got on his knees, eyes never leaving your chest. you reached behind your back and un-did the clasp of your bra, letting the material slowly slide off your body and onto your lap.

su-bong thought he was in heaven given the sight in front of him. you quickly threw your bra aside and su-bong lunged forward, lips latching onto your neck and his hands on your breasts. you let out a soft moan when you felt him leave little marks on your neck, his head moving lower with every kiss. "fuuuck baby, never thought i'd see these in front of me like this." he whispered. your hands went to his head, massaging his scalp as he slowly latched his mouth on your left nipple, sucking and licking the soft nub. your eyes squeezed shut, the sensation feeling way stronger due to the drug.

he moved to your other nipple, tugging it softly with his teeth then sucking. "o-oh fuck don't stop su." you managed to whimper out, your underwear damp with your arousal. su-bong let out a low laugh as he moved lower, hands fumbling with the button on your pants. "relax pretty, we haven't gotten to the best part yet." he teased, a goofy smile plastered on his face. you breathed heavily as you watched him pull your pants and panties off in one swift motion, a loud gasp leaving you when his mouth latched onto your clit.

his hands snaked under your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he harshly sucked and licked at your clit. "oh god su-bong don't stop." you moaned, hands flying to his hair and tugging at the purple strands. he groaned into your pussy, tongue moving up and down collecting your wetness. "fuck you taste so fucking good." he groaned, tongue plunging in and out of your hole. tears filled your vision as you legs shook violently with pleasure. you threw your head back when you felt him spit on your clit, his lips suckling and licking the wet bud. "pussy tastes so good baby, fuck. can't get enough." you moaned at his words, your hands massaging his scalp as he lifted his head. su-bongs chin was covered in your wetness, his lips dripping with your sweet honey.

"m'close." you moaned, biting your lip at the sight of your best friend eating you out. he hurriedly flicked his tongue from side to side at your statement, keeping his pattern of focusing on both your hole and clit consistent. you felt your abdomen tighten, his living room flooding with your moans and your back arching off the couch.. he moaned and groaned into your pussy, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body. and then, you felt it. the coil in your stomach snapped and you choked on your moans as a wave of pleasure overtook your body, eyes squeezing shut and tears slipping out of them. su-bongs tongue moved rapidly across your pussy as you rode out your high, legs shaking violently and your hips bucking into his face.

you swallowed thickly as you looked down, pussy drenched in your arousal and su-bongs saliva. he licked his lips as he stood up, closing your legs and pulling you into a heated kiss, his hands massaging your thighs. your hands snaked down his boxers, gasping into the kiss when your thumb massaged his leaking tip. su-bong broke the kiss to pull his pajama pants down, cock springing free. you stood up and pushed him onto the couch, watching him manspread as you got on your knees. you spit on your hand, bringing it to his pulsing cock. you wrapped your hand around it and slowly pumped up and down, his angry tip oozing out pre-cum at the action. "yes baby fuck, just like that." he groaned. you smiled up at him, your eyes giving him the "fuck me" stare as you wrapped your lips around his tip. he inhaled sharply at the action, his hand making a makeshift ponytail for your hair. you sucked on his tip softly, watching how his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

"keep going baby, atta girl." he moaned. you slowly enveloped him into your mouth, holding back gags as your nose hit his pubes. you moved your mouth back up to his tip, sticking your tongue out and kitten-licking his tip. "you're such a good girl baby, fuck. who knew you suck dick so good." he groaned, his head falling back and he pushed your head back down onto his cock. the living room filled with gags and chokes as you bobbed your head up and down, tongue licking the underside of his cock in the process. your name left his lips in hurried breaths as you sucked on his cock hungrily, his salty taste becoming addicting. your left hand moved to grab his balls while your right hand wrapped around his base, pumping in sync with your mouth.

"fucking hell." he inhaled sharply and he hurriedly pulled you off his cock, his hand harshly tugging your head back by your hair. "stick your tongue out for me baby." he grunted as he pumped his cock in front of your face, watching you stick your tongue out. "such a good fucking slut. look at you on your knees for me." he groaned, taking in your sweaty and fucked-out form. hot spurts of cum shot out of his tip, coating your face in his milky release. you smiled as you swallowed the cum that landed on your tongue, a low whimper of your name leaving his lips.

you heard some rustling and su-bong came back with a wet cloth, wiping his cum off your face. you opened your eyes and stared at each other before erupting into a fit of laughter, the aftermath of what you just did processing in your mind. he lifted you up off the floor and onto the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pushing your naked, sweaty body into his side. you laid there together, fingers intertwined and breathing in sync, basking in the afterglow of the intimate moment you just shared, the drugs effect still heavy in your system.

"you remember, right?" su-bong asked, pulling you out of your trance and back to the call. "y-yeah i remember. how could i not." you laughed, feeling the same warm wave of pleasure wash through your body. "i miss it, you know." he said, inhaling sharply after taking a hit of his vape. "you miss what?" you ask. you knew exactly what he was talking about, you just wanted to hear him say it. the night haunted you every single day afterwards, flashbacks of the way he sucked feverishly on your clit, or how sexy he looked with his eyebrows furrowed while you sucked on his cock replaying in your mind. you had avoided him for a week due to those flashbacks, not being able to bring yourself to respond to any of his texts or calls.

"that night." he finally responds. you nod slowly in agreement, pulling the sheets off your body due to the heat you felt. "i miss it too, su." you say, studying his face on your screen. he pauses, a comfortable silence taking over the call, before he speaks again. "can i show you how much i miss it?" he asks, a knowing grin plastered on his face. a blush consumes your cheeks and your speechless, his question catching you off guard. su-bong smirks proudly at the fact he gets you flustered so easily. "don't get all shy on me now baby. you were so hungry for this cock just last week!" he teases. "shut up!" you exclaim, the redness on your face becoming more evident. with a new boost of confidence and a pool of arousal in your panties, you sit up on your bed and lift your shirt, flashing him. a giggle leaves your lips as you pull your shirt back down, watching su-bongs face go from cocky to flustered. he groans before pointing the camera to a lower angle, his cock appearing on the screen. precum oozed from his tip, his face contorted in pleasure in the background as he stroked himself.

"c'mon baby don't leave me hanging now, show me something." he groans, pumping his cock at a slow pace. you bit your lip at his words, your mind clouded with lust. placing your phone down on your blankets, you slid your pajama pants and panties down your legs. your anxiety reached a new height as you grabbed your phone, spreading your legs and showing him the pretty sight between them. su-bong sharply inhales at the sight on his screen, pumping his cock faster. your pussy glistened with arousal, your pretty hole practically oozing with your wetness.

"touch yourself for me." he grunts, and you immediately obey, sliding your hands between your legs. your warm fingers circle your clit and you gasp, the action sending shocks of pleasure through your body. "just like that baby fuuuuck, good girl." he moans. "go lower." and once again, you obey. moving your fingers lower and lower until your middle finger is prodding at your soaked entrance. you push your finger in, back arching at the intrusion. su-bongs cock makes wet noises as he pumps himself faster, whimpers of your name leaving his lips. "feels so good, su." you moan, adding your ring finger and pumping them in and out of you slowly. "i know baby- fuck you're such a good slut for me." he moans. you match his pace as you pump your fingers faster, your moans echoing off the walls in your room. "su- fuck feels so good. i'm so close." you moan, your back arching off the bed.

"cum with me." he moans, watching how your creamy arousal oozes out of your hole. "f-fuck yes." you gasp, watching his face in the background as he stares at your pussy on his screen. su-bong groans loudly as he spills himself onto his hand, strings of cum coating it. you whine at the sight. the barrier in your abdomen snapping and a wave of hot pleasure coursing over your entire body. you rode out your orgasms together, bodies covered in sweat. slowly, you pulled your fingers out of your sensitive hole, and su-bong couldn't help but watch how pretty your pussy looked covered in your creamy release. you brought the camera to your face, sucking your own slick off your fingers. "don't do that baby. don't think i can go another round right now." he groaned playfully. you giggled as you got up, grabbing a new pair of panties and getting dressed again. when you came back from the bathroom after washing your hands, su-bong had his phone propped up on his bathroom counter, washing his own hands. you watched him quietly, a smile on your face as you got into your bed, pulling your sheets over your body.

moments of the call replayed in your head as you tried to sleep, a rush of excitement lingering in your heart. you knew this wouldn't be the last time this would happen, given su-bongs flirty and persistent personality (and how desperate he is for your attention). but you had to admit you were content with the fact that he desired you so badly, and deep down you knew you needed him just as much.

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wonwoosthetic · 1 month ago

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Hey I am new to ur account and have been reading the Minnie stories... i love ur writing style...just wanted to ask if you will be continuing the Nana Tour series??

Hiii, this ask is from quite a while ago, so I hope that you’re still here and that you’re going to enjoy what’s coming as well, THANK YOU!!🩷

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word count – 8.8k

warnings – mentions of food, implication to ED

Go Together NANA TOUR EP4-2. Food tours in the provinces 🌷 Minnie

[added captions by me :)]

everything in cursive is outside of the camera

the short bits written like this are in Italian

EP4-2. Food tours in the provinces

The producers announced that as a small celebration, the members were given some freshly cooked Korean food - fried seafood, dumplings, and tteokbokki. Since Minnie was sure she wouldn't eat anything anymore, she had left the members downstairs and made her way into her room, ready to take a shower and get ready for bed. After all, she had been awake for a good amount of time.

She was drying her hair with a towel, coming into the living room, only to find Hoshi spread out on the couch, clearly exhausted, yet a guitar was draped over his lap. She couldn't help but giggle. The members who had stayed downstairs slightly longer were now walking around, going into their individual rooms. Dokyeom was carrying a towel, just coming out of a room that wasn't his, when his eyes fell on the girl, who looked like she had just taken a shower.

"Do you have the shower gel and shampoo?" He asked her, getting a nod in return.

[desperation for shower supplies]

"Yeah, wait, I'll get it for you." Rushing back into her shared room to get the supplies. Her fellow '97 Liner waited patiently by the door. As soon as she handed over the bottles, adding the hair treatment too, DK was ready to turn around and leave but stopped to glance at her.

"I think we need to decide where to put this after using it. Everyone's looking for it," he told her.

[sharing is caring]

"Oh, really?" Minnie stopped squeezing her hair and left the towel in her hands. "Maybe we should buy more tomorrow if we have the time." Dokyeom nodded in agreement. After he left her room, he called out to the other members to leave the shower supplies in the living room, so everyone could find them easily.

Wonwoo walked into their shared room, ready to spread the news about the water problem, only to be met with an empty bed. With a frown, he called out for her,

"Minnie-ya?" Thinking she might have been in the bathroom.

Her voice echoed back from outside,

"Huh?"

As he poked his head out the door, he saw the girl walking out from the room across from them and up to him.

[busy exploring other rooms]

"What is it?" She wanted to know, passing him to enter and sit down on the bed.

"The water's not working," he let her know, throwing himself on his side of the mattress.

"What?" She glanced up from her phone, a yawn escaping her lips. "But I just took a shower."

[luck was on her side]

The rapper shrugged as he closed his eyes, trying to get a bit of rest before they had running water again.

"Shua-hyung said it wasn't working."

Minnie pushed herself off the bed to head to the adjoining bathroom to test if what he was saying was also true for their room. The confusion was written clearly on her face as she came out again to announce,

"It really isn't working."

Wonwoo chuckled, "I told you."

[only believing it with her own eyes]

Early in the morning, some of the members had already gathered in the kitchen. The night before, the staff had told them that they would have to be ready at exactly 10am, as they would be leaving. Anyone who wouldn't be ready to go by then would have to stay at the house. Jeonghan, being very much himself, had found it funny to keep this information to themselves and not let the others know, only shortly before, so they would be stressed.

Thankfully, Minnie was an early riser and already stumbling down the stairs at 8 in the morning.

"It smells good," she announced her presence, coming into sight with a buffet dished out for them on the dining table, gifted once again by the production crew.

"Good morning," she greeted one of the cooks in English who was placing down more plates and food.

Hoshi, Dino, and a shirtless Mingyu were sitting at a small table on the right side of the entrance, welcoming her with warm smiles.

"I made some scrambled eggs with mushrooms," her fellow '97 Liner told her, holding up a spoon with said food. "Here." Motioning for her to come closer and eat it.

Just as she leaned down, a piece of hair fell in front of her face. Mingyu was quick to catch it, holding it away from her mouth, so she could take a bite freely.

[a member who is very attentive]

As soon as she could taste it properly, she nodded with a hum, "It's really good," knowing that even though Mingyu knew exactly that his cooking skills were remarkable, he still enjoyed hearing that she enjoyed what he had made.

"Do you want more?" He asked her, already filling up the utensil again, but she stopped him, shaking her head.

"No, no, I'm good. I'm gonna eat something from there," pointing at the decked-out buffet they had.

With a full mouth, Hoshi spoke up, "Try the croissant, it's good." Minne chuckled at his antics, her hand patting his shoulder before she headed over to the larger table. Minghao joined her, grabbing an empty plate as well, to start placing different breakfast items on it.

"We have no water," Jeonghan spoke out loud, a pot in his hands as he got closer to the staff to ask them about the outage.

"Still no water?" Minnie's head perked up, her eyes moving over to the trio sitting down, who all shook their head at her.

[sorry members, but no water]

With their food, the two '97 Liner headed towards the kitchen, where the oldest member and Dokyeom had decided to try and cook Ramen with the only bottle of water currently in their possession. Sparkling water. Instead of sitting down, they decided to just eat their breakfast standing up, leaning onto the kitchen island.

Hoshi, Mingyu, and Dino had finished with their meal, now standing around the kitchen as well, watching the ramen being made. Wonwoo had come downstairs as well, glasses on, but hair wilder than a bird's nest.

[WONWOO must have wild dreams]

Minnie couldn't help but chuckle. Minghao glanced over at her in confusion, but once she pointed at the older member, he joined her. While the other members were clearly careful with how they presented themselves in front of the cameras, like most deciding to wear a cap, or Minnie choosing to brush it first, the '96 Liner couldn't care less, as it seems. He was just comfortable like that.

"Here, you guys should eat this too," the oldest of them grabbed some of the noodles with his chopsticks, ready to place them on Minnie's plate first, but she stopped him.

"No, I don't want to now, thank you," some of her own food was still in her mouth.

"You have to eat more," Jeonghan fought her back, but she continued to shake her head.

[aggressively caring JEONGHAN]

"I have enough for now, and I had ramyeon just last night."

He sighed but let it pass for now, turning to Hao to switch the offer to him, only to be declined again.

"But you should eat more in general," Minghao directed his remark at the girl, who looked at him in confusion.

[kind caring MINGHAO]

She brushed her hair back in annoyance as it continuously fell forward while she was trying to eat.

"I'm eating more than enough here. And drinking a lot too," she explained, but the guys around her seemed rather unfazed by what she was telling them. Minghao tilted his head slightly, showing her he was disagreeing with her statement, but they decided not to nag her much more about the topic.

She let a sigh fall from her lips as her hair kept on bugging her. The point had come where she was now trying to tie her hair up without a tie, remembering that her hairstylist once showed her that little trick. Only that it didn't work now.

"What are you doing?" Dokyeom laughed at her frustration.

Minnie chuckled with a sad undertone. "My hair is annoying."

A second later, she felt a presence to her right and a hand reaching forward, between their fingers, a black hair tie. The girl gasped, grabbing it immediately and glancing up to find the all-too-familiar messy set of hair.

[help is coming]

"Thank youuu," she beamed at Wonwoo, breathing out in pure happiness.

Na PD caught onto the group standing by the kitchen island, sparking his interest as he saw Jeonghan slurping noodles.

"How did you cook it without running water?"

With still food in his mouth, he answered, "We used sparkling water." Getting a gasp from a female producer and a laugh from Youngseok. Vernon's interest piqued, immediately asking for a bite. The boys were convinced the '95 Liner had cooked some of the best Ramen noodles they had ever eaten. Dokyeom underlined that it must be the sparkling water, to which the girl just shook her head with a chuckle.

Once the entire group had found themselves in the kitchen, the staff called in a meeting, making everyone stop in their tracks to listen. Minnie had sat down with Joshua and Wonwoo close to the terrace door. She originally wanted to go back upstairs and get ready, but now chose to stay and turn towards the producer, sitting only a few feet away from the trio.

"As you guys now know," Na PD started. "We are out of water. And we found out why it got cut short." If he didn't have all of their attention before, he definitely did now. "According to the judgment of the Waterworks Bureau of this country, abnormal water usage has been detected from this house, and it got cut automatically."

Minnie's mouth fell open immediately. The room erupted in "aahs" and "oohs" as the news settled in. They agreed that the mass of people in the house must've been overwhelming and unusual. It's not every day you have an Airbnb housing 25 people at once for multiple days.

"With the one litre of water you have each, just brush your teeth and wash your face," he continued to tell them. Na PD had also explained that they had already talked to the agency, and they should have running water again soon, but as they still had to leave at 10, it wasn't going to happen until then.

"You will definitely feel kind of dirty," he joked, getting a few chuckles in return. "But just for the day, okay?" While he was right and everyone was more than understanding about the situation, Minnie was glad she had been able to use the shower the night before.

At the end of the day, the group had faced much rougher times in their past, going back to even before their debut. A little water outage for a short time wasn't going to make them spiral or crash out.

"When we give you the water, hurry up and get ready," Na PD ended his speech. "We will gather and start then."

He got a round of "Thank you" and "okay" in return before the members started clapping and rambling about who would wash up where and how.

Dino and Mingyu got the fantastic idea to use the water from the small tub in the Sauna, making the girl frown in disgust once she saw them heading towards it with a see-through container to pour.

"That's where Mingyu's meringue went in," she admitted, making Vernon and Wonwoo turn to her and start laughing.

[some members like meringue-infused water]

"Don't mention it, don't mention it," the '98 Liner chuckled, waving his hand out at her as he nibbled on a piece of toast.

"But that's so weird. They're brushing their teeth there," the girl continued to ramble.

Wonwoo seemed to support his fellow rapper as he just laughed as well. "No, no, it's okay."

"It's not," Minnie joined in, her forehead falling onto his wide shoulders as she shook her head. She was once again reminded that, after all, they were just men.

After pulling up her jeans and buttoning them, the female member was officially ready for the day. While she had already brushed her teeth, Wonwoo walked out of their bathroom, doing exactly that, but he was already dressed. She decided to put on the clothes she had travelled with, a pretty top and jeans, whereas he had gone for the shirt they had gotten and kept it simple with a pair of sweatpants - basically what he had been wearing all the other days as well.

At exactly 9:50am, the two walked out of the door together, Minnie holding onto the small bag she had brought along, and Wonwoo had taken the fan with S.Coups' face on it.

"Good morning!" They welcomed the staff together.

"Oh," Na PD pointed out, "Coups!"

"If we're travelling, we have to bring him as well," Minnie explained with a smile, bringing a hand up to shield her eyes from the aggressive morning sun.

[MINNIE always looking out for the member that's not present]

"You're right, we need to bring him around," the producer chuckled along with her.

Slowly but surely, the other members found their way outside, joining the couple and lining up in front of the cameras.

It was then that Na PD gave them further instructions,

"We're going to split up and tour three places." He then added, "It's a small food tour. We're going to go in three groups. First, we're going to go to an Italian cooking class, where you'll learn how to make pasta from an Italian teacher."

The group erupted in happy gasps.

"Wooowww," Dokyeom clapped.

"You can bring the skill to Korea and make it home and make it for your friends," the producer explained.

"How long does the drive take?" Woozi wanted to know, gaining the attention of some of the members.

"25 minutes," Na PD answered. The first place was quite close, but then he continued. "About 45 minutes away is another small town called San Gimignano. Visit the beautiful streets designated as World Cultural Heritage sites." He added that there will be an ice cream event and tour where they'll be able to eat gelato.

"So more walking and a lot of history along with ice cream," Minnie beamed happily, recalling what she had just heard.

"Nice, nice," Joshua sighed.

"And the last one," the producer announced. "We only saw it in our textbooks, the Leaning Tower of Pisa." The group clapped. "After seeing the Leaning Tower of Pisa, you're going to eat pizza."

Dino was quick to claim his place. "I want to go so bad."

The members started dreaming out loud about the pictures they would be able to take at the sight. A historical classic. A female producer let them know that it was truly as beautiful and captivating as it seemed on the internet.

The only problem with this destination, as Na PD admitted, was that it would be a one-hour and forty minutes long drive. Or at least he had thought that it would be an issue, but the group was used to much worse, they assured him.

"It's like when we have to go to set in Panju from Gangnam!" Seungkwan called out. Minnie agreed quietly, still thinking about which one she would most likely want to choose.

"Anyways," the producer continued, "everyone will have different needs. So, we're going to decide fairly through a game where you guys are going to go. First place will decide first, and so on."

Everyone agreed.

"I'm going to do a quick survey." The members' ears perked up. "When we go back home after this vacation, what's the food that you want to eat the most? Starting with Wonwoo." He pointed to the right side of the line where Minnie and he were standing.

He answered with Kimchijjigae. The girl followed with Kimchijeon. The members quickly went through, each one of them having to say something different, there was no possibility of a dish being called out twice - but no one knew what it was for.

Before they could finally leave, the producers chose the Strawberry Game to decide who would be able to choose where they'd want to go first. They also revealed that the food they had mentioned would be the word they'd have to use for this game, along with having to remember the other meals that had been mentioned.

Minnie tried saying it out loud quickly multiple times, yet found herself struggling slightly, making her sigh.

[needs the skills of a rapper]

The game started and they were quick to realise that not only did it challenge them, but it really was going to be tougher than expected, especially when Wonwoo, one of the main rappers of the group, was the first to fail.

Next was Dino, another member who was usually pretty good when it came to speaking fast. Minnie could already see her end coming near.

And she was right. Only a short while later, the female member had to join Jeonghan, Joshua, Jun, Wonwoo, Minghao, and Dino on the sidelines. She had even managed to say her word on the right beat, exactly six times like Seungkwan had ordered her to do. It was once she had to throw the task to the next person, her victim being Vernon, that she failed, stumbling over her words and giving up.

With a shaking head, she walked right into the awaiting open arms of the oldest member, who hugged her tightly.

"You did well," he reassured her, getting a giggle out of her.

Towards the end of the game, Minnie excused herself for a short moment, rushing into the house to get her pair of sunglasses. She had clearly underestimated the burning of the morning sun.

Once she came back, there were only Seungkwan and Woozi left in the game, but the final results fell quickly when the '98 Liner messed up right away at the start of the round. Now, it was time to choose their dream group: having a tour of eating ice cream and gelato, visiting the Leaning Tower of Pisa, or taking a cooking class to learn how to make authentic Italian pasta. So far, Minnie was a fan of the latter. The gelato tour sounded quite tempting, but the idea of being able to make noodles from scratch was just too right up her alley.

The groups for Pisa and gelato were almost full, making her frown as to why no one had yet chosen what she had deemed as interesting.

"Alright," Na PD called out, "next up, Minnie!"

She lifted her head to glance at the producers first, before sliding over to the members that had already chosen their destination.

"Remember Nini, the drive to Pisa is really long," Jeonghan spoke up from behind her, clearly wanting to have a space in the sight-seeing group.

The girl chuckled when the producer scoffed, "You can't influence her!"

"Yeah, let her decide on her own," Seungkwan agreed.

[independent woman, MINNIE]

The female member shook her head in amusement before announcing, "I want to learn how to make pasta." Getting a round of claps in return and a surprised face from Youngseok.

[one of few]

"Okay! Minnie is the first to choose the cooking class!"

And the last.

While Jeonghan, as expected, chose to go to Pisa, Jun went with the ice cream tour, leaving the rest of the members with no choice but to take the cooking class.

"What- am I really the only one that wants to do it freely?" She wondered out loud, a slight hint of desperation laced her voice.

[somebody that actually enjoys cooking]

"They don't want to make us dinner tonight," the oldest of them laughed, getting a snappy answer from her in return,

"I'm not cooking for you guys either!" Making Jeonghan laugh in surprise.

Dino took a step closer to her. "Noona, I will try to be more motivated about this."

"Thank you," Minnie chuckled, interlocking her arm with his.

"Can you make it look like we chose the cooking class?" Wonwoo asked the crew. "Can we make it that we actually chose it?"

Jeonghan was quick to act. "Wonwoo, where do you want to go?" He pointed at him, getting a fake overly motivated answer back.

"Cooking class, of course!!"

Then he continued with the other member. "Dino, where do you want to go?"

"Pisa," the maknae sighed out loud. "The Leaning Tower of Pisa." Earning him a shove to the side from the girl. "I really wanted to go. The distance doesn't matter."

Na PD couldn't help but laugh loudly at the act of desperation. "I'm sure Minnie will motivate you well."

But the girl only bit down on her lip, sending a tight smile into the camera.

[she isn't very sure]

Joshua, Wonwoo, Minghao and Minnie had found themselves in the living room after the other two groups had left. The '95 Liner was strumming random notes on one of the guitars while the rest were focused on their phones. The two '97 Liners were each resting on opposite sides of the sofa when Wonwoo, who was occupying a single seat, spoke up.

"Right now, we watched 'New Journey to the West', so-"

"We?" Joshua wondered, still playing different chords.

"Minnie and I," he explained. "So I knew all the games even before they started. And I lost all of them."

[the two biggest fans of Na PD]

His comment made the female member look to the side, eyes off the phone as she jumped into the conversation.

"Our members are too good at games, that's why."

"Shouldn't Wonwoo be good at games too?" The oldest of them asked with a cheeky grin, getting a scoff from the rapper.

Minnie carelessly laughed. "He might lose his Gameboy title."

[who will do the future gam3boi lives?]

The man in question just shook his head in amusement, clear by the grin curling his lips.

"You're excited for the cooking class, right Minnie?" Minghao suddenly asked.

The female member nodded happily. "But it seems like I'm really the only one that wanted to do this."

"No," he assured her. "I think it's gonna be interesting. I don't know what to expect."

Wonwoo jumped in, quick to agree with the '97 Liner. "Same. I don't think I'll be good at learning how to cook."

"Who knows," Minnie glanced up at him, pushing herself to sit up straight, "maybe you'll start making pasta at home."

[manipulation]

"Sure..." The tone of his voice let everyone know it wasn't going to happen anytime soon - as expected. The rapper was the last person to be found in the kitchen for longer than 10 minutes unless it was for help or to clean up and wash the dishes. Cooking was definitely not his strong point, but therefore they had two other members who didn't mind being the ones to cook most days.

"More enthusiasm," she told him before they were called outside as the producers let them know they were ready to go.

"Let's go!" All of a sudden, Wonwoo seemed overly excited, whether it was an act or not didn't matter to the girl, the smile was still evident on her face.

Outside, they met Dino, who had just given out more pocket money than needed to the other groups.

Vernon was just about to leave when the girl's voice stopped him.

"Vernonnie, wait!" As if frozen, he came to a halt and turned around, only to find Minnie running in the opposite direction. The members of her group glanced at her in confusion, no one knowing what she was getting or doing. Quickly, she snatched something from where the producers had been before joining them again.

"Wha-"

"Take Coups with you." Without another comment and a straight face, she handed him the fan they had brought.

A blank facial expression was plastered on the rapper's face as Joshua chuckled in the background.

"Are you serious?"

"Very."

[MINNIE is taking very good care of S.COUPS]

She copied his stoic look, getting a nod and a sigh in return before he said his goodbye and went his way.

"The team is kind of new and nice," he commented as Wonwoo and Minnie trailed right behind him, followed by the other two members a little further back.

"Really?" The '96 Liner looked at the individuals, making her do the same.

"I feel like we're very similar though," she admitted. "And we usually spent time together."

[best friends in private]

"Yeah, but more privately," Wonwoo agreed. He didn't realise that also he and Dino seemed to have partnered up multiple times during their trip. The two usually find each other quickly.

The group was given the bus they had travelled with as the other cars had already left, transporting the other members. As they were five exactly, the found themselves occupying the very last row with Dino and Joshua on the left side, and Minghao and Wonwoo on the right, leaving Minnie to choose the middle.

First things first on their agenda: taking pictures. The maknae was already holding his phone up higher, calling out for the girl to look over and get into the frame.

"Noona, smile!" She was quick to react, moving her sunglasses up to sit on her head and curling her lips to pose. They shot a few more before setting down comfortably into their seats again.

"I think this village is so pretty," the rapper commented on the scenery passing outside their windows. The class wasn't all too far away, but they got to see more of the surroundings of where they were staying.

Hao pointed at a building. "Here. I came here."

On the other side, the '95 Liner found a familiar place as well.

"Oh, I need to try the hamburger here!" Wonwoo and Seungkwan had told the members about the small food truck that had been too good to pass on apparently.

"That was the place, right?" Shua turned to the other member to ask him, getting a nod in return.

"Yeah, it was that one!"

"You and Seungkwan really like it, right?" Minnie added.

"It was very good," he told her again.

Quickly, the subject of conversation changed once more.

"The view is so nice. I saw it when I went jogging today," Joshua told them.

The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise, a small smile on her lips.

"It's so impressive how motivated you guys are to work out here."

"Isn't it easier when the view is nice?" Wonwoo wondered.

The oldest was quick to nod his head. "It's so much better." But the girl didn't seem convinced.

[doesn't want to work out in the sun]

They continued to stare out of the windows. Everything they passed had been worthy enough to take a picture of, but no camera could capture the beauty that the naked eye was able to see.

"Everything here looks like a painting," Minnie commented. "It's crazy."

"It really is," the youngest agreed. "It must be insane to live here."

Wonwoo glanced over at the other side, when he added, "The place where Minnie's grandparents live looks very similar."

She turned towards him with a grin. The memory of them in France a few months back apparently still engraved in his head.

"Have we seen it before?" Dino asked in confusion, very much surprised by the information.

Joshua chuckled, "I think we've seen a picture, right?" Directing the question to the girl, who nodded.

"But everything looks so much more beautiful in real life."

"Then invite us too one day!" The maknae whined, getting a chuckle out of the members. "We want to see the countryside in France too!"

[jealousy runs deep]

"Okay, okay," Minnie laughed, stopping his ramble. "One day, I'll see if you can all come too."

Dino found a special interest in the fields Minghao had mentioned, lined with grape bushes as far as the eye could see.

"There are a lot of places Myungho knows about," Wonwoo commented with a kind smile, impressed by the knowledge of their surroundings the younger member had accommodated within the past few days.

"I went there yesterday. It's nice," he explained. "I was on this road twice yesterday."

"I think I really need to walk around more," Minnie mumbled to herself, but the other members could still hear her.

"We can do a late night walk if we have the time, Minnie-ya," the rapper proposed, making her head snap towards him,

"Yes, let's do that." A bright smile elevated her face.

[already making plans for the evening]

Hao didn't even try to hide his grin.

A voice from the front of the bus caught the members off guard.

"If you promise to come back, you can take the car and go for a walk further away. There's some very pretty paths, about 10 minutes away by car," one of the producers offered them.

"Oh," Wonwoo seemed surprised by the offer but didn't hesitate to accept it. "That would be very nice, thank you."

"And we promise to come back," Minnie chuckled, finding humour in what he had said.

"Very good," he joked as well.

Minhao giggled to himself, "Cute," peaking over at the male member next to him, whose eyes were focused on the girl in the middle.

Joshua, still as bewitched by the breathtaking scenery, sighed out loud heavily, "Man... how nice the view would be every day if you lived in a house here."

"We talked about that yesterday," Minnie jumped in, recalling the conversation with Jun and Wonwoo in the early morning. "Living in Italy in the summer, and when it gets cold, you can just go to Hawaii or something similar. Then you'll always have nice weather and pretty views."

"I should really live in Italy." One could dream Joshua, one could only dream...

The vineyards continued to follow the bus for most of the drive, each field on the side of the road was used to grow fruits, giving the countryside an extra touch of beauty. No painting or picture could make you relive seeing something like that with your own eyes.

The Tuscany countryside had its very own special charm. So uniquely beautiful and comforting. Welcoming you with fresh air, sunny warmth, and bright colours from the blooming flowers on the side of the dirt roads. In the middle of one of the many vineyards they were lucky enough to see, was their teacher already waiting for them. A white umbrella had been put up, looking professional, yet casual and gifting them with enough shade for everyone. Along with a beautiful wooden table and chairs, with enough working space. Even so far out in the middle of a field, they had somehow managed to get electricity and gas as they had put up a small kitchen space with a stove and grill. Anything else, like utensils and bowls, had been laid out neatly and was just waiting to get used. The members were already on their way over there, greeting the older man, their teacher, with big smiles and an Italian, "Buonjiorno!"

"How are you?" The man asked in return, getting a round of positive affirmations back.

Before they even sat down, the man introduced himself right away.

Fabrizio explained they would be learning how to make three different kinds of pasta: Pici, Tagliatelle, and filled Ravioli.

Minnie could already feel her heart jumping with excitement, the happiness was evident on her face as she smiled brightly, sending Wonwoo a wide-eyed glance that made him chuckle.

"Woah...," she breathed out.

[very excited to gain cooking skills]

"The ravioli that we ate are Italian-style dumplings," Joshua explained to the members, getting a quiet giggle out of the girl. That's for sure one way of describing it.

They didn't waste much more time, as the teacher instructed them to put on their aprons. Some of the members were reminded of other programs they had done back in Korea as they struggled with the right way to tie the piece of clothing.

"I feel like I'm a chef now," Joshua joked.

Minnie smiled as she put the different ties over her head, forgetting about the sunglasses on her head. "So professional- oh-," letting them almost fall if it wasn't for Hao's quicker reflexes.

"Thank you," she took them back and secured them back in her hair, hoping they'd stay there.

"Oh, I'm excited right now," Dino exclaimed." We're making it outside. I thought that we were doing it indoors."

"That makes it even better!" Minnie supported his excitement with the brightest smile of them all. For one, she was happier than ever, and two, the slow realisation of the others of how wonderful this experience could become, made her charge up with glee.

"We're really happy that this is outside. Because of the nice weather," she had turned to the teacher, wanting to include him in their conversation.

Fabrizio smiled at her, clapping his hands. "I hope you're excited about the cooking!" To which she obviously nodded.

"Myungho-ya," Joshua looked over to the dancer, "because of your sleeveless shirt, you look like you have no shirt." Commenting on the finished look with the apron tied around their bodies.

The female member glanced down at her outfit, brushing over the apron.

"Minnie has to be careful. She's wearing a pretty top," Minghao commented. She looked back up with a nod and a nervous chuckle.

"Noona made herself extra pretty today."

[brown nosing?]

A compliment from the youngest always got her to smile, no different now.

"Aww, thank you."

"Why did you have to wear the nicest top today?" The oldest wondered.

"This is what I came with. And I didn't know I was going to get dirty today," she chuckled. "I'm gonna be careful."

The teacher let them know, they'd be starting right away, startling the members, yet exciting them even more. Dino seemed to have become much more enthusiastic about the activity, his entire body moving in excitement.

The five of them were lined up on one side of the working space, while Fabrizio had taken his spot opposite of them. He demonstrated each step carefully, making sure they were looking at him.

"What you're going to do is put four spoons of flour down," he explained in slightly broken English, acting out what he was saying. "And then, make hole in the middle." The members nodded along, even if they didn't understand all of the words he was saying. Watching him do it helped a lot more.

Thankfully, they also had Joshua and Minnie with them, who were more than happy to translate everything into perfect Korean for them.

"Four scoops," they told their members.

"Ok, four scoops," the maknae repeated.

Wonwoo chuckled, "S.Coups." Making the girl laugh and shake her head as she peeked over to Minghao on her left who was already looking at her with a smile plastered on his face.

They did as told, following with the hole in the middle of the hill of flour, before they were told to pour in a slight bit of olive oil as well.

Dino stopped mid-pour. "Oh- did I put in too much?" The look in his eyes must've translated enough as Fabrizio was quick to answer.

"In Italy, there's never too much olive oil," he joked, getting a chuckle out of the girl. Joshua translated to Korean, assuring the youngest to continue pouring as the female member wrapped herself in a conversation with the teacher.

"In Italy you also eat bread with olive oil, right?" She recalled.

Fabrizio nodded his head happily, "Yes, it's delicious! You tried it?"

"Yeah we did, but it's so different from what we eat in Korea."

"Oh, I understand."

"But it really is very good," she assured.

[MINNIE is good at making new friends]

Joshua passed on the bottle of oil to Wonwoo while Dino handed his over to the girl. Behind the camera, a voice from their left made her look up.

"Minnie-ya," Na PD addressed her.

"Huh?"

"Didn't you say you can speak Italian?"

Her eyebrows shot up in immediate shock. "What? No! Don't say that!"

But before the conversation could die, Shua jumped in, watching Fabrizio's eyes follow the quarrel between the girl and the producer.

"She can speak Italian! You can speak Italian to her."

[supportive member]

"Really?!" The surprise lit up the teacher's face, his eyes now glued on the girl, who was already shaking her head and waving her hand.

"No, no, no," she downplayed it in English. "Only a little bit. Tiny bit."

"A little but enough to understand?" He had already switched to his mother tongue, making Minnie chuckle nervously.

"Yes, enough to understand, but... not good enough to speak it well."

"You speak it very well!" His compliment only got another giggle out of her as she, after habit, bowed her head.

"Thank you, thank you."

"How do you know how to speak Italian? Do they teach it in Korea?" He asked further while continuing to watch the members switch to add water to their mixture.

She put the bottle down to pass it to Hao, who was already grinning at the exchange, knowing she was uncomfortable with the situation, even though all the odds were in her favour and Minnie didn't have a reason to be insecure about her language skills. After all, out of the group, she was the most talented in that area.

"Only in special... schools?" She struggled slightly, unable to think of the word for 'course' in the foreign language. "But I learned it in England when I was younger. And then a little bit in Korea."

[sounds like a natural to us]

She was passed the olive oil by Minghao, who was also ready for the next step.

Fabrizio nodded, a much brighter smile than before decorated his face. "Ah, okay, I see." As welcoming and kind as he was, Minnie let out a sigh of relief as soon as they continued with their lesson and he decided to speak English again. She got back to work but not before sending an evil side-eye to the producer on the side who was giggling along.

Once all the fluid ingredients were trapped in the hole in the middle of their flour hill, Fabrizio explained further.

"When you mix the flour and water, be aggressive with it. Put a lot of weight on it."

"Okay!" An excited Wonwoo went on just as instructed.

Minnie tried to smash the dough with her hands as she had done before while baking. The teacher stopped in front of her.

"You put all of your weight into it. Because you are small. You need a lot of strength. Be aggressive." He switched to Italian, but repeated everything in English as well, making the members chuckle along with the girl, who also shook her head. The light-hearted and kind humour started to spread through the class, making it even more enjoyable than before.

"Think about something that made you mad," he added the small tip, which immediately got a reaction out of the guys as they harshly started to roll their dough on the counter space.

"Jeon Wonwoo!" Shua shouted out.

"Joshua!" The rapper copied him, making the others giggle at their act. "This is stress relieving," Wonwoo sighed happily.

On the other side, the members seemed to struggle a slight bit more, the dough continuously sticking to their fingers, having Fabrizio help them out more, although he did go through the entire row, adding water and oil where needed.

"Hey, isn't yours ruined?" Na PD's comment made Minnie look up, only to find him glancing at Minghao's dough. His looked slightly different than theirs, making her frown. Either he was doing it wrong, or they were starting to fail...

Once the teacher was on their side again, Hao asked for more flour, hoping to save his dough, but Fabrizio surprised them all,

"Actually, yours is the most perfect."

"Oh, perfect?" Wonwoo looked over, smiling at the '97 Liner, who was just as perplexed by the sudden compliment.

"Wow," Minnie grinned, "Minghao has a natural talent for cooking!"

"It has to be wet and not stick to your hands." Hearing his instructions let the girl know that she definitely needed more water and asked for it right away.

"You- you've done this... You've made dough before, right?" Na PD, clearly surprised, wondered.

"I watched my mother do it a lot," Hao reminisced in past memories. The members nodded along when the producer suddenly chuckled,

"Minnie, shouldn't you be a natural talent at this?" His question made her lift her head with a tight smile on her lips. "I heard you cook a lot."

"Bake!" She was quick to correct him. "I bake a lot at home, I don't make noodles. That's different."

"Ah, ok, ok," the older man chuckled, the members joining in.

[Na PD enjoys teasing MINNIE]

In the next step, they were instructed to roll the dough into a thin straw-sized line. Minghao asked for an honest opinion, getting another 'perfect' from the teacher.

"Wow."

"Oh! Myngho is so good at this." Wonwoo was surely close to envying him. Minnie had already arrived there.

"In my next life, I want to be Xu Minghao. To be born with his skills." Her comment made her fellow '97 Liner laugh, along with Na PD, who sent a kind smile the girl's way.

"Minnie, you're doing really well too!"

[all the members are giving it their best]

"Thank you!" She leaned slightly forward to beam at him, making the female producer behind him 'aw' in affection.

"Yours looks very good," Fabrizio suddenly commented, taking her by surprise.

"Really? Thank you..."

"Yes. You can make it a little bit smaller. But other than that, perfect."

"Perfect," she repeated in English, nodding to herself proudly, making Hao giggle,

"Cute."

They continued the process a few more times, handing over each thin worm of dough to the teacher before starting on another one.

"Why does mine look so weird?" Wonwoo's voice gained the attention of Dino and Minnie, who decided to glance over, comparing his and Joshua's work.

"It tastes different if you make it differently," the maknae joked, making the girl chuckle and nudge his side with her elbow.

Minghao's movement made her look over to his side, watching him form a heart on the countertop.

"I put my love in and made a heart."

"Aww," Minnie smiled. "You should always cook with your heart. Then it will taste the best."

[this makes the difference, not what the dough looks like, WONWOO]

He nodded in agreement. "You're right."

Fabrizio took each noodle they formed, giving short but sweet comments to everything. His Italian kindness radiated off him, only making the members even happier than they already were. Especially Dino, who lived for the compliments he received, smiling extra brightly once he got his first 'perfect' from the teacher. Minnie understood him, she had felt the same way - if this had been The Great British Bake Off, think of Fabrizio's 'perfect' being a handshake from Paul.

"Dino's so cute when he gets complimented," Minnie couldn't help but comment, smiling at how happy the youngest seemed to be.

"You and him are the same in that regard," Hao told her, his eyes drifting over to the younger members, who chuckled.

"Noona gave me that trait."

[like brother, like sister apparently]

The teacher had brought a silver dish to the countertop on the right of the table, giving Dino, Minnie, and Minghao the possibility to put their noodles inside without him having to inspect them first - the trust was growing bigger. Joshua's and Wonwoo's creations were still continued to be put in by the older man and were certainly catching the eyes of the producers.

"Who's the person that just did it?" Na PD wondered, getting a deep chuckle from the other end of the table in return.

"Just now? Me."

The female member failed to hide her grin.

"Oh... it's a mess." The producer's comment made him laugh as he admitted,

"I guess I really don't have talent in cooking."

Minnie's shake of the head didn't go unnoticed, as Na PD called her out.

"Minnie-ya, you really don't want him to cook like this, right?"

[bad skills in the kitchen are not good for at home]

She chuckled. "Now he has an excuse to never cook."

"Does he ever cook at home?" Dino asked, remembering very clearly what Wonwoo was like back in the days when they used to share a dorm.

"Minnie and Mingyu are much better than me," the rapper quickly defended himself. "I'm good at washing up and cleaning."

"Woah," the youngest sighed, "you really haven't changed at all."

The members laughed, definitely agreeing with him.

"As long as you're giving it your best, it's fine," Minnie remarked, just getting done with another noodle and placing it in the dish before glancing over at the older members. "That looks really good!" She commented on the one Wonwoo had just finished.

"Really?"

The girl and Dino hummed in affirmation.

"You can see some talent?"

"Yeah, you did really well," the youngest assured him once more before Minnie jumped in again,

"You really need to stop talking yourself down like this."

"Am I talented?" Wonwoo and her eyes met as she sent him a smile.

"Maybe it's not talent, maybe it's skill. Believe in your cooking skills the way you believe in your gaming skills."

"Woah, noona," Dino chuckled. "You're really wise today."

Before she could reply, the familiar chuckle of Na PD rang through their ears. "I don't think she wants to be wise. Doesn't she just really want Wonwoo to cook more?" His comment got a round of laughter from the members while Minnie glared over at him sheepishly while trying to hold in her giggles, only making the producers behind the camera laugh in amusement.

One type of pasta down, two more to go. The group was asked to wipe down their work space, so they could continue with the class. The next kind of pasta they'd be making was egg pasta.

Fabrizio started from the beginning again, showing them the same way the had prepared the flour only a few minutes earlier. Only then, the water and oil they had used before, would now be switched with one egg per member - so, that's exactly what they did. Repeating what they had just learned perfectly, Joshua and Minnie helped the others by translating the instructions, giving them a clearer accuracy of what they had to do,

"Break the yolk first and then do the same as before."

"Break the yolk?" Wonwoo asked into the round.

Minnie was the first to answer. "Yeah, break the yolk first, and then move it from the inside to the outside. Like we did earlier." Glancing over to watch the hands of the rapper.

[already becoming a better cook]

"Egg dough feels kind of different," he commented, making the girl nod in agreement.

"This feels more like what I work with when I bake."

"Then Minnie, this should turn out perfect, right?" Na PD suddenly asked, getting another giggle out of her when she turned to him,

"Why are you teasing me?" Only getting a round of laughter from the producers in return as she mumbled under her breath, "Unbelievable."

[this is how SEVENTEEN enjoys their time together with Na PD]

Once they had mixed the flour and eggs well together, Fabrizio handed out a rolling pin to each one of them. Dino beamed in ecstasy as he got a hold of the utensil.

"Woah... I wanted to use this!" And got to work immediately.

The group was instructed to roll out the dough as thinly as possible, they were supposed to be making noodles after all.

"Very nice," the teacher remarked, watching the maknae's work.

"I feel so much better after hearing a compliment."

Minnie laughed next to him, nodding in agreement. Maybe they truly were quite similar in that regard.

Using the rolling pin made the cooking process much easier for the girl. While she may not have had the perfect amount of strength to knead a dough, using the wooden utensil helped her immensely. Within only a short amount of time, she was able to get her dough to a 2mm thinness, waiting for further instructions.

"A little bit thinner," Fabrizio told her.

"More?" She wondered, her eyebrows raised in surprise as she glanced down at what she had created.

"As thin as possible." Well, who was she to deny an Italian chef.

Minghao next to her seemed to be doing perfectly fine as well, but, as mentioned before, they had found out he had a natural talent when it came to noodle making. Dino, on the other hand, was pressing down dragging it forward and backward, creating a long thin piece of raw dough, that weirdly started to resemble something.

"Isn't that too long, Dino-ya?" One of the producers asked as he saw what the maknae had created.

"It looks like a tall person's foot, right?"

Minnie threw her head back in glee, laughing out loud at his remark. As her hands were still full of flour, she used the back of her hand to wipe away a tear that had formed in the outer corner of her eye - only that she forgot that that part of her hand had gotten dirty too.

"Ah- no, wait!" Minghao was quick to stop her, holding down her hand, to do what she had just wanted to, using his knuckles and making her look up. Instinctively, the girl moved her head backwards, only to get scolded by her fellow '97 Liner.

"Stop moving!"

[gentle]

Minnie joined his chuckle. "I can't! You're too close to my eye!"

"I'm trying to help you!"

And somehow he had managed.

"Now," Fabrizio continued after making sure everyone had a thin enough dough in front of them, "we cut into tagliatelle shape." He showed the performers what to do. Carefully rolling the dough into a swirl on one side, then doing the same thing on the other side. With a knife, they would have to cut straight thin lines and lastly, poke a metal stick through it. Once you lift it, the noodles should fall down into place and hang.

"WOW!" The members gasped. "Applause!" Joshua announced before they cheered by clapping, getting a smile out of the teacher.

Now it was their turn.

Joshua went first, making it look almost too easy as he presented his creation to the camera.

Next, "Dino, let's go!" Minghao supported him, watching as he raised the metal stick, the dough unfolding neatly, just like it was supposed to.

Minnie was nervous to show hers, but Hao watched intensely after he had just gotten done with his, going as smoothly as expected.

"Minnie, we have high expectations," Na PD joked.

"Don't make me nervous!" She laughed at the older man, getting a chuckle in return. "Okay..." Carefully, she made sure the metal pick wasn't damaging or poking through the dough before she slowly lift it up. Each cut piece unfolded nicely, leaving her with a big smile on her face as Fabrizio sent her a thumbs-up.

"Perfect!"

"Thank you," she grinned, handing over the stick before accepting the high-five from the maknae to her right.

Now, for the last one: Wonwoo.

"You don't need to put it in that hard," Dino let me know, all pairs of eyes now on the hands of the '96 Liner.

"Just do it lightly," came from Joshua.

"It goes in even if you do it lightly," Minnie added. For how naturally soft-spoken Wonwoo usually was, he underestimated the strength his hands possessed.

"It's really hard," he smiled, but as he had the support of four members behind him, he continued to do as said, carefully. On the count of three, given by the oldest, he managed to lift it just like the others did, revealing slightly wonky-shaped, yet good-looking, uncooked noodles. Perfect enough to be accepted by Fabrizio.

"Oh- Minnie-ya, how did you manage to get your top dirty?"

"Huh?" The girl turned around at Minghao's voice. He pointed at her shoulder, where, clearly a dried-up piece of dough was sticking to,

"How the h-" she frowned, trying to get it off with the back of her actually clean hand.

[hard work ends like this]

At the end of the day, she was going to get a new top anyway, thanks to the amount of pocket money Mingyu had started to collect and would be spending throughout their Gelato tour in San Gimignano.

Taglist: @waosobii @chaebb @lunarxsun @hoe4wonwoo @kimhyejin3108 @soobzao @billboard-singer @cosmicwintr @zwiehe @alixnsuperstxr @angie-x3 @smooore @allthings-fandoms @lllucere @iamawkwardandshy

#minnie 🌷#seventeen #seventeen oc #seventeen 14th member #kpop oc #series #kpop

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bwobgames · 3 months ago

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Small comics for all the endings: prologue edition

This better be worth it

Something feels... wrong

But I don't have time for any of that

HELLO?! IS THIS THE HOSPITAL

Ah, right away!

Good morning! Terrribly Sorry, I was busy with paperwork, are you here for...?

Leg

Huh? The whole leg?

I hope not. You're the doctor right?

Yes, Roberto Díaz, at your service.

And this is the hospital?

Yes.

...Does it really accept trades instead of money?

Yes!

What if you don't like the trade.

As long as it is useful it's fine!

Do you mind a sack full of potatoes. They're good quality. I can also give you a horse.

The potatoes are fine!

Do you mind my horse. I parked it in the front.

It's fine!

It could be eating your lawn

It's fine!!! Let's get to the examination room, please!

Hurts when I step on it. It's also lumpy.

Let me see... Ah, this is a sprained ankle. Don't worry, a cast should make it better. It will take just one day!

Ah, I need to fill a medical form for this, do you mind giving me some information?

As long as you burn it after.

Um. It's protected by Doctor-Patient confidentiality. No one else can see it.

Fine then. I'm Bernardo Beebo. Have a sprained ankle. Live a few towns from here. Male. Seventeen.

Wha- Seventeen?! Ah no offense-

Working on the farms will do that to you.

You're the age of my daughter... And you came here alone?! Have your parents-?!

Dead.

Ah. My condolences.

Do you... have more family?

I think I have an uncle somewhere. Might've died too.

Let me rephrase that, do you have anyone as an emergency contact?

Oh. Uh...

My- My wife. Olivia Naranjo.

But if anything happens, don't call her. I don't want her to worry.

That defeats the purpose of an emergency contact though.

By the way, doctor. You don't look that old yourself, are you also my age?

Ah, no, I'm definitely older than you.

I just... don't remember the exact amount.

I must be around... 70? 80 now?

What. How. You don't look a day over 40.

It's-

Dad I'm back!

Oh, sorry

Leave your backpack upstairs!

...So it runs in the family. To look freakishly young. Is she really 17?

Haha, yes. She'll be going to the capital next year, for university.

I been trying to defer her from the ways of medicine, but she's as stubborn as her mother.

Oh? you got a wife?

...Had. She- She died when Laura was a baby.

Oh. I'm really sorry.

I don't know what I'd do if Olivia died. I don't know if I could go on.

I thought that as well

I thought that many times

But, we have to move on.

The people need us. We have to help them.

It's our purpose.

Ah, the hippocratic oath and all that.

Here, Is everything correct?

Move it a bit closer. A bit closer.

It seems you might need glasses, Mr. Bernardo

Ah, all those nights forcing my eyes in the dark finally gave consequence.

Will I need to pay extra for that.

It's on the house!

You wrote my name wrong

Huh? Where?

It's "Beebo" not "Vivo"

Beebo? Are you foreign?

No, the guy who had to write down the names thought my grandpa looked foreign so he wrote it weird.

Now all my bloodline is cursed to be named Beebo.

Haha, it's unique truly! easy to remember.

Allright, let me put this on your feet. Keep this on at all times, except showers of course. And rest, as difficult as it might be with your job. Visit me in two more weeks to see how its going!

Thanks. I'll enter the sack.

Wha- This is overflowing!

Good harvest. Thank you for accepting them. Things are hard these days.

We'll manage. If you have any more ailments, don't doubt coming here.

...

You seem like a good man, doctor.

Ah... many say that.

So I'll give you advice.

Huh?

Do not let your daughter enter university

Things are dire out there, in the capital.

They're killing them.

If she's as good as a person as you are, she'll get killed.

Here, the surveillance is low. It's safer. Keep her here.

Don't risk it.

...Thank you. I... I knew things were happening but-

It's worse. I only hear what the people say they saw, but whatever it's being hidden must be way worse.

If you ever find yourself in trouble with any of that, find me.

I'll take care of it.

Burn my information.

... There was never any Bernardo Beebo in this room. Only, uh, Ezekiel Squeep.

Exactly. See you in a few weeks.

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He's dead?

Oh, I didn't know. Well he was pretty old so it shouldn't surprise me. Thank you.

Well Oliver, seems like your new pediatrician is unavailable today. And forever. Let's take the carrot sack back.

It's a shame, I wanted him to see you. Ask him why you're a boy when the machine clearly said you were a girl.

I bet the doctor could've guessed it correctly

Ah, what can you do. Guess you won't get to meet the house of vera.

#i had this one for a while #lov the honse #detective beebo

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peachesandfictionalmen · 11 months ago

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Jason Todd x best friend!paramedic!reader- gn

You always supposed you and Jason had become so close simply because your schedules synced.

You both occupied so much of the night you were bound to run into each other eventually. Sharing burgers and stories on rooftops with this man who is so gentle yet domineering to most helped to break up the graveyard shifts.

Your shared laughter broke the silence of lonely nights between calls and crimes.

The Red Hood quickly became a familiar face when he had helped you up to a rooftop or carry a patient and saved your life a dozen or so times. But you only got so close after you had to save him, hiding your identity becomes considerably harder when you’ve got a gunshot wound and a nasty concussion.

After that Jason sought out your company freely, and it started a rooftop routine that quickly turned into a friendship. Eventually Jason was cooking meals in your kitchen because he says leftovers are better than ramen every night, and having karaoke dancing parties in your living room. Spontaneous movie nights (more accurately mornings) that have your legs draped across Jason’s lap, him massaging your calves with his restless hands.

At some point Jason started being there all the time, he filled your nights and joined you the mornings that your friends couldn’t make brunch or when you both just needed the company. He became a constant comfort, the man your friends teased you about, a presence you craved when he was gone, and even though his smirk could make your stomach flip, neither of you wanted to risk your friendship to turn it into more.

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It was one of those nights were you trudge up to your apartment at the end of a draining shift and fall straight into bed, assuming you make it that far. Swinging your front door open after fumbling with the key in the lock, the first thing you notice is the breeze that flows through the apartment. A chill going down your spine as the air hits you, you notice the open living room window. You carefully put down your work duffel, scanning the apartment with the flashlight off your belt, you find the answer to the open window.

A pair of familiar black boots, the same ones that normally end up next to your shoes at the door, give way to the rest of the familiar man, Jason, slumped over your coffee table in his currently disheveled Red Hood suit.

"hey doc" Jason lets out a grumble as he tries to move, the cuts across his body becoming more obvious as he clamors.

"careful, careful" You move to turn on the coffee table lamp before helping him get to the couch "sit, i'll grab my kit" sighing as your body wakes up from its groggy state.

Coming back to the couch you kneel in front of Jason to start with the wounds on his legs after making sure he didn't have any major injuries. "you gonna tell me what happened?" He was fine a couple of hours ago, when he'd brought you coffee between calls.

"Just a few scuffs s' all, i'm okay" He shifts on the couch at the sting of antiseptic.

"it looks like more than a few scuffs to me-" You continue to dab antiseptic into the wounds, noticing that a few might need to be stitched since their open and weeping.

"the guy was fond of knives" Jason shifts again, stiffly reaching over to push the hair out of your face. He hooks his finger behind your ear, lingering longer than necessary before leaning back. "thanks doc, i apologize for the intrusion."

You scoff lightly "Jay, you damn near live here, your hardly intruding." You finish one leg and start carefully looking over the other.

"I love you" He whispers it as casually as if he'd been asking what you wanted for dinner.

You glance up at him, startled, because you've never heard those words come from him, he's never used the word love towards anything. "love you too Jay", you try not to sound too nervous or desperate as your voice warbles with the unfamiliar phase, hands continuing to dab antiseptic at dried blood.

"no", suddenly your being hoisted up from your crouched position and into Jason's wide lap, his gun holsters digging into the side of your thighs. His calloused fingertips incline your chin so you're meeting his eyes. "i mean, I. Love. You." He punctuates each word and you're sure you've never heard him sound so scared.

Your hand settles against his chest and you feel every breath he takes. The familiar scent of leather, cologne and night air envelops you and you blink, finally responding. "I love you too"

His lips meet yours softly, like he's afraid you'll crumble. His grip on you tightens as you respond to the kiss and when your lips part from each other he lays his forehead against yours, repeating himself like the beginning of a mantra, "I love you".

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood #dc #dc comics x reader #jason todd x gn!reader #jason todd imagine

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maria-chwan · 28 days ago

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Knight of the injured leg (Sanji x Fem!Reader)

Contains: Injury, Fem!Reader

"Brook, can you play "Merry Go Round Of Life" again?" you asked, smiling at him while you rubbed the back of your head with embarrassment.

"Oh, are you in need of my musical skills?" Brook asked with a voice fit for a showman while he raised his violin with a delighted smile. "I'll do my best to knock your socks off with the magnificent sounds of my violin! No need to be embarrassed! You have never been shy to ask me to play before!"

"You are right, I don't know why I hesistated", you said, hiding the real reason why you had been embarrassed.

Brook started to play. The melody was a magical, old-timely waltz.

You tiptoed a few meters away from Brook, stepping to the music. You swayed to the slow rhythm, starting to twirl gently and bend your body in a way that felt satisfying while you did that.

As you twirled, you started to use your Devil-Fruit-ability. Your body started to vanish from sight. You faded away, until you were completely invisible. You did this to feel more comfortable, feeling lucky that you had the necessary Devil-Fruit-ability to hide yourself from the eyes of the others whenever you wanted.

Brook continued to play, having seen this many times before. While he was playing the violin, he knew that you were dancing on the deck in front of him, even if he couldn't see it.

The other crewmembers heard the melody. Sanji in the kitchen. Nami while she was hanging laundry. Luffy while he was taking a bath.

"She is dancing again" Sanji said, glancing dreamily in the direction where the music was coming from. "And she has hidden herself again, no doubt. It's a crime, when you think about it! Every cutie in this world should receive appreciation when they dance, but I won't be able to see her perform because of her Devil-Fruit-ability! Damn, what bad luck!"

Brook would have agreed with Sanji. He had asked you before if you would sometime dance while being visible so that he could see you. You had said that you would maybe do it sometime in the future.

Brook held on to the hope that it would happen sometime soon.

As Brook's fingers moved to the song, they moved with confidence. He had played this song at least five times for you before, along with many other songs. Brook had gotten used to your favorite music.

You moved your body, dancing across the grass smoothly and comfortably. However, there was a sharp pain in your leg that you tried to ignore to the best of your ability.

The song came to an end. As the music faded away, you appeared. You were visible to the eye again.

"Thank you, Brook! That felt really good!" you said while wearing a genuine warm and excited smile.

"Anytime, (Y/n). Maybe next time I can see you dance?" Brook asked.

"Maybe", you answered, unable to promise him anything.

You smirked as he groaned playfully. Then you walked away from Brook.

You found a place to sit in the back of the ship. You were alone when you used you Devil-Fruit-ability again, once again becoming invisible.

You leaned against the wall and tried to ignore the pain in your foot.

For two weeks now you had felt some kind of dull pain in your leg. It had started really small, unnoticeable. The pain was manageable and you were an impatient person.

Should you have rested more? Should you have maybe stopped yourself from indulging yourself in the captivating songs that Brook played for you anytime you asked him to do so? Should you have controlled yourself and sat down instead of dancing for at least two hours every day?

Dancing was your passion. Apparently you had done it too much. The last weeks had been tiring for the crew and to you. Maybe you should have rested more between all the adventures and jobs on the ship. Maybe you should have let your body heal itself.

Because now you felt uncomfortable walking anywhere. You could do it, but it hurt.

And it was your fault. You should have been more patient and careful and not injure yourself like some child. You didn't want to reveal your injury to the other crewmembers. You were embarrassed.

Next day the Thousand Sunny arrived on a new island. This island had a big city close to the harbour.

There were a lot of marines around. The Straw Hats were going to try their luck and go to explore the city despite the threat of marines. Everyone decided to go together in a big group. Brook stayed behind to watch the ship.

You were planning to turn invisible so that you would have an advantage against the marines in case they decided to attack the group. You started to use your ability and your body faded away from sight.

You followed after Luffy in silence. Normally you would maybe talk to someone in the crew while you walked. However, your injured leg was bothering you and you didn't have the energy to start a conversation with anybody.

Your leg was seriously feeling bad. You grimaced. You could still walk, but every step hurt. You felt stressed. Your brain was telling you "something is wrong" again and again. Meanwhile your legs were walking forward like everything was normal, determined to keep following the other crewmembers.

Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to look at the person who was touching you with wide eyes. How did this happen? You should have been invisible.

"Hey, (Y/n)-chan", Sanji said, looking at you with concerned eyes. "Are you feeling okay? You look like you are in pain."

"How are you seeing me right now?" you asked, feeling spooked. The stress had left your brain feeling overwhelmed, so you sounded slightly confused and distracted when you talked.

"I noticed a few minutes ago that you turned back to visible", Sanji said.

You looked down. Your body was NOT invisible even though it should have been. You stared at yourself with your mouth open from surprise.

"Does this mean that you didn't mean to turn back visible? That means you are not okay, (Y/n)-chan... You look stressed. That must be the reason why you couldn't concentrate on being invisible", Sanji said. You saw that he looked insistent as he tried to delicately convince you to listen to your body. He had leaned closer to talk to you while he was walking next to you.

You were tired and Sanji's voice was so gentle that you didn't want to pretend anymore.

"My leg is hurting", you admitted pitifully, looking at Sanji in search of support and letting him see your overwhelmed expression.

"You are in pain?" Sanji asked, looking more stressed now that he knew for certain that you were hurting. "Lean on me, let me carry you!"

He lifted your body into his arms before you could think about it. You felt warm and safe in his hold as he began to carry you. You blinked and looked at him with wide eyes. He was looking back at you, trying to reassure you.

"You can tell me about these things, (Y/n)-chan. I'm glad I noticed you acting strange before your injuries got so serious you would have been unable to call for help", Sanji muttered. His voice was deep and soft, which meant that he was serious but relieved.

"Yeah, you are right", you agreed.

He nodded and looked away from you. His eyes turned sharp and determined. His hands felt warm and safe as they held you, his fingers pressing a little deeper into your flesh.

You wondered briefly how long Sanji would be able to carry you. Then you remembered the fact that he was such a ladies man that he would probably be able to carry you for the whole day if he wanted to.

Your eyes got a little misty. Getting carried like a princess was something that you had not expected to happen to you. You felt very protected and cared for.

Sanji was looking at you and noticing your wavering expression.

You thought quickly about what you should say.

"My leg doesn't hurt anymore now that you are carrying me", you said happily.

"Really? That's amazing! Don't worry, I can act as your legs for the rest of the day!" Sanji said delightedly.

"Um... what if you need to fight?" you asked hesitantly, looking worried.

"Are you willing to let me hold you while I kick our enemies down?" Sanji asked genuinely, but he had a determined look in his eyes. "It might get wild, we would be spinning through the air after all ... But if I hold you tightly the whole time, would it help?"

"It would", you answered, giggling from nervousness and excitement. Sanji joined in, chuckling and grinning as he squeezed you briefly closer.

"Thank you for carrying me", you said, leaning your head back and smiling dreamily. "I'm kind of excited about being carried."

Sanji's eyes focused on you. You felt vulnerable in front of him as some kind of understanding passed across his face and his fingers twitched as he held you a little tighter.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Nobody has carried me like this before", you said, your fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. "It's really nice."

Sanji stared at you. Your trusting face. Your wavering breathing. Your soft skin. How could it be that HE was the ONLY man who had carried such a cute person?

There was a moment of silence.

Sanji looked at you, the shock gone and replaced with warmth and understanding.

"I'll carry you as much as you want."

#sanji x reader #sanji #tw: injury

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pboogerswbb · 5 months ago

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SO IT GOES - chapter 8

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: angst, panic attack/ptsd, descriptions of an abusive relationship Wordcount: 5.1K A/C: HEY MY BABIESSSS instead of talking about the game let's just read this chapter okay? okay. (would love to say this will cheer you up but prepare for some angst lol). anyway thank you for being patient with me AGAIN! i'll be real i've been feeling a little unmotivated bc of the anons i get rushing me and it's really getting to my head but i'm pretty sure most of them have disappeared and left are you all amazing lovely patient people so yay :)) ty for supporting me and this series ily mwah

Before London

“Good game, Paige,” Phee whispers into my ear as she hugs me tight. I’m standing next to Dorka, just done taking what felt like 500 pictures with her. I let out a self-deprecating laugh, raising my brows at the woman. Phee smiles with empathy, rubbing my shoulder, still sweaty and sticky from the game.

“No one’s first game is good,” she comforts me. We’re standing in the middle of the court, people buzzing around us as the crowd makes its way out. From the corner of my eye I see Izara’s jet black hair set in perfect waves, joined by Trey standing next to her, hand on her lower back. A flash of jealousy shoots through my body watching the two of them, laughing as they walk through the crowd filming content. I didn’t want anyone touching her but me. Ever. I knew we were just supposed to be friends but it felt impossible. Whenever my eyes landed on her my soul burned, every part of me craving her in a way that I knew was more than just friendship, or even more than lust.

“We went brick for brick huh?”

My blue eyes move from Izzie to Arike, her hand squeezing my shoulder. The woman was right, neither of our shots had gone in. Neither of us had found a pace or confidence to support one another. It was almost embarrassing. No, it was definitely embarrassing. Especially when I saw my dad’s face in the crowd, hissing to himself when I missed both my free throws. The only thing that could make me feel better now was getting to take Izara, no interruptions, no thoughts, just me and her.

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Zari’s eyes lift and land on mine. With a softened gaze, I let out a sigh of relief, swimming in her green eyes lined with black as time seems to slow down around me. The other people might as well not exist. It’s only her.

“Yeah,” I chuckle quietly to Arike, pushing through her and the rest of the crowd, urgent steps just wanting to feel the dark haired girl. She’s alone now, holding a notepad, standing in the middle of the court surrounded by crowds of people, sounds of chatter echoing around the arena.

“Paige-” Izzie mumbles as I reach her, but with a simple look I silence her, hand wrapping into hers as I pull her behind me off the court, away from everyone. The corridors are quiet, dim, yet I navigate them with ease. The sounds of the crowd turn muffled, the noise of our heavy breathing and hurried steps overtaking them. My heart pounds in my chest, weakened body ready for surrender.

I pull us into a darkened unlocked room, some sort of storage I guess but I’m too busy to look around and make sure. As the door closes I push her against it in the dark, my sweaty body still in the brand new, strange jersey, pressing into Izara. I’m barely conscious of kissing her, my body working before my head can. But I feel starved, tongue meeting hers as our lips collide.

“Wait, wait,” Iz mumbles breathlessly, but I don’t hear it. The pounding in my chest too loud in my head. My hands travel from her waist to her hips, squeezing the skin as I slot my thigh between her legs.

“Paige…” the girl mumbles with a whimper, a raspy moan spilling from my lips against hers.

“Please baby,” I murmur, feeling like I could cry from how overwhelming the ache in my body is growing. Stirring within me are all the feelings combining into one - disappointment, failure, sorrow, longing, want. I wanted to bury them all into the girl in front of me.

I’m kissing her neck now, my fingertips slipping underneath her top. Her bare brown, silky skin feels smooth and delicate.

“Paige, stop.”

“Huh?” I ask, nose nuzzling her skin, inhaling.

“Stop, please.”

Confused, I pull back, my hands resting on her waist as Izzie’s green eyes avoid my gaze, looking around the dim room.

“Are you okay ma?” I ask, attempting to calm down my breathing.

Izzie’s brows are furrowed and she licks her lips, a soft sigh escaping her mouth.

“We have to talk.”

“Bro, I just played the worst game of my career, let’s talk after,” I chuckle sarcastically. “Need you baby.”

I lean down to kiss her neck again but Izzie’s manicured hand is on my chest, holding me back. Her eyes are rounder than usual as she stares up at me.

“Paige, we really need to talk. Now.”

She’s serious. I can tell she is. Without thinking the first thought I have slips my mouth.

“Is it Jasper?” I ask, pulling my hands off her body.

There’s a moment of silence. I can barely see her face sink in the dark, eyes slowly growing used to the lack of light. Izara rolls her eyes and turns to step out of the room but my hand is on the handle before she can reach it.

“Ma,” I murmur, pressing my front into her back.

“You can’t call me that anymore Paige,” she sighs, back facing me.

My heart sinks, my mind trying to wrap around what she’s saying. The implications of what the words might mean. I pray to God I’m wrong.

“Whatchu mean Iz?” I ask, voice beginning to shake with anxiety. The girl turns around, chewing on her bottom lip - something I had never seen her do.

“We can’t do this anymore.”

There it is. What I was dreading. I’m glad it’s dark, that the girl doesn’t see my eyes begin to well up. Why would I cry? We had never been anything. We’d never even fucked. So why did I feel like my heart was about to break?

“Whatchu mean this?” I ask, it takes every bit of my concentration to maintain a steady voice.

The dark haired girl sighs, eyes roaming me for a moment. “I could get fired,” she whispers. “If we got caught.”

“Who gives a shit?” I ask, scoffing. She could always get a new job. I thought I’d be worth more. But then again why would I be? She was the one who said it was just sex. Except it hadn’t even had the chance to be that.

“You must be joking,” Izara jeers, finally pushing me off her. “You are so selfish.”

She’s reaching for the door handle but I hold it shut. I can’t have her leave like this.

“Bro no I didn’t mean it like that,” I sigh. I always had a habit of speaking before I thought it through when my feelings took over. “I just… I’m having a hard time getting what you’re tryna say.”

“What I’m saying,” she starts. “Is that we can’t keep fooling around anymore.”

She takes a deep sigh. “Actually, I don’t know if it’s so smart for us to be friends anymore Paige.”

The panic sets in, my heart beginning to pound at a rapid rate.

“Wh-what? The fuck you mean we can’t be friends?”

“I mean from now on we should keep our relationship strictly professional.”

Her voice is so cold, calculated, that it’s almost like it doesn’t even matter to her. That it doesn’t phase her one bit.

“Is that what you want?” I ask sternly, mirroring the coldness of her voice.

“I-” the girl starts. “I can’t lose this job. I can’t go back to London.”

“Aight.”

I walk out.

And just like that I lose my best friend. My only friend in all of Texas. Sure I had Arike, I had Lou and I had the team. But she was my only friend, the only one I felt like I could truly talk to, who truly got me. And I lost her. Just like that.

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My eyes skim through comment after comment under the video filmed before Paige’s first game in the Wings. We hadn’t been as slick as we thought. In hindsight it was obvious, the way Paige’s blue eyes roamed my body with that sly smirk, the way my cheeks flush red when my eyes met hers. God, I can’t believe I had been behaving like that, right before my peers. The people I worked with. In a public video. I felt so embarrassed. It just wasn’t me. That had been a couple weeks ago now though.

“Zari, stop reading the comments sweetheart,” Trey chuckles, resting a hand on my shoulder. I sigh, putting the phone down and groaning.

“We should just delete it.”

“Nah,” the man says. “Would be weird to delete it now.”

I sigh, looking up at him. His hand comes to my chin, holding my gaze. “Linda’s not gonna read em.”

“You sure?” I ask carefully. Trey nods, brushing a strand of hair off my face. It annoys me, but I don’t know how to reject his touch.

“You ready to head home?” He asks.

“I can take an uber Trey,” I murmur, pulling away from him finally, unease stirring in my stomach.

“C’mon, I don’t mind driving you.”

“You sure? it’s out the way for you.”

“Let’s go home Zari.”

We walk to the car, Trey’s voice echoing in the hallway but I barely hear him, the faint sound of Paige’s voice laughing on the court making its way into my ears and taking me out of whatever the man next to me is trying to say. The weight on my chest makes it hard to breathe. I fan myself, trying to help the airflow.

Other than the occasional talk regarding media work, or the rare interview on TikTok I hadn’t spoken to Paige for 13 days. Not more than a hello, or a “good game” after a night of watching her on the court. When we met in the apartment stairway there barely was an awkward smile as we passed each other. I missed her badly.

I had realised I hated Dallas, I hated the fake niceness of the Americans, I hated the heat that had grown unbearable in the past couple weeks. But I loved my job. I loved working with the sport I loved. I was good at it. I think everything would be better if I found a position with another team, but it would be risky to ask around. I was in a rut, my only friend was Trey.

The entire drive home is silent on my part as I stare out the window at the other cars. Driving home used to be my favourite part of the day. I felt giddy as Paige opened the door for me, as we took turns picking songs to play. I felt my heart drop everytime we said bye. I found myself sitting in my living room staring at the living room, thinking about her afterwards. Her blue eyes, the way she looked at me as if I was the only person on the planet. How her gentle grazes felt on my brown skin.

So I repeat that routine, urgently saying bye to Trey and hurrying into my apartment. Closing the door and plopping myself down on the couch, staring at the wooden shelf decorating the otherwise blank wall in silence. The shelf Paige put up for me.

As I’m five minutes into my staring ritual a strange faint thumping noise reaches my ears, distant but clear in a steady rhythm. It’s coming from above. It’s coming from the blonde’s apartment. No doubt.

Just as I stand up to walk around and listen to the sound further, high pitched whimpers and gasps reach my ears. It doesn’t take more for the nauseating mental image of what’s happening in the apartment above to pop into my head. These walls were thick too, no noise, stomping, or music came through. Ever. It felt like torture. The stirring thoughts of what Paige was doing to some girl, lying on top of her, pinning her down. The way she was on top of me. The way I nearly got to have her.

“Fucking shit,” I mumble to myself, shaking my head as I rummage my bag for my headphones, turning the first song I find on a volume that might make me go deaf. Good. Anything to cover up the noise.

I hated Dallas. I had somehow convinced myself for a brief, fleeting moment that it wasn’t so bad. I was wrong. I hated it here. I had begun to dread every game. I was in a rut. I had no idea how to get out. My first two weeks in the league had been disastrous. Thank the Lord for Arike, for she had taken me under her wing, motivating me to stay consistent, challenging me in practice to do my best. But in front of the crowd, in front of all the players I grew up watching and admiring, I bricked up.

Chris was an angel. Telling me I’d get over it as long as I didn’t give up. I wasn’t a quitter and I found comfort in the fact that other freshmen had a hard start to the season as well. Except Olivia Miles who had been hustling like crazy in the Storms. She earned it, but still the competitive side of me was drowning in jealousy. That was supposed to be me. I needed to be the rookie of the year. But this rut was taking all the joy out of me. I know what Geno would be saying. That I’m throwing myself a pity party and I needed to get over it. And once again I’d hate to admit that he’s right.

It took every ounce of strength I had to stay away from Izzie. To not gaze at her when she appeared in the corner of my eye, to not yearn for her presence when I lay in the dark at night, to not inhale as deeply as humanly possible every time she passed me. It felt like torture to pretend nothing happened between us.

To my demise it wasn’t just her body I longed for. It was her giggles, her stern stares when I played too much, it was her existence that I missed the most. Her weight on the opposite end of the couch, her quiet humming as she sat in the passenger seat of my car. It was killing me to stay away from her. Killing me. The only momentary relief I found was hooking up with other girls, but the moment it was over I always wanted them gone as quickly as I could.

“I’m sitting next to you okay?” Lou murmurs as us Wings pile into the airplane, moving in a slow line towards our seats.

“Good, I’mma need to take a nap,” I mumble, my voice hoarse and tired. We’re flying out to Chicago for a late night game, forcing us to catch a 5AM flight. Inhumane working conditions, I swear.

Somewhere behind me Izara is whispering to someone, her voice immediately recognisable to me even as a faint sound. My stomach turns as I grind my teeth together to distract from the desire to flip my head and look at her just for a moment. I slide myself into my seat next to the window, but as Lou is about to follow after, Chris stops her.

“Sorry, I know it’s early but Trey said they got an idea for some media stuff for you Paige. You don’t mind right?” Chris asks, holding Lou back and looking around. Before I can stop him or resist, he’s waving someone over. “Zari! You can do it now!”

The dark haired girl’s eyes widen as she looks around, trying to find someone to replace her. There’s no one. I want to die and from the look on the girl’s face, so does she.

“Just come sit next to Paige, c’mon, don’t be shy,” Chris chuckles, clearly unaware of how close we used to be. Good, at least we fooled someone. He might’ve been the only one we fooled.

Izzie looks as classy and elegant as ever, holding a beige trench coat in her hands, wearing boots and a champagne coloured satin skirt, hair and makeup done to perfection even at 5AM, standing out in a sea of messy hair and hoodies. I can tell she’s uneasy as she passes Chris and Lou, whispering a sorry to the brunette girl. I immediately stand up out of an old habit, pointing to my seat.

“You want the window one?” I ask gently, quietly, so no one hears my voice shaking.

Her green eyes twinkle as she looks everywhere but me, smiling awkwardly. “No, thank you though. I’m fine here.”

We sit down together, the heat radiating off her shoulder nearly rubbing against me making my eyes flutter shut just for a second. This better be quick or I might explode.

“Uh ok,” I mumble, watching as she sets her purse down and pulls out that notepad full of lists, mind maps and schedules that she always carries around. “Soo… how you been?”

“Just fine,” she whispers absentmindedly, looking for the right page. “I mean, good. I’ve been good. And you?”

The way she talks to me causes an ache in my heart, the coldness of her tone as if we were nothing more than co-workers. I guess that’s all we were now.

“I’m fine,” I reply with equal distance in my voice. “So whassup?”

“Well me and Trey,” of course her and Trey. All she did nowadays was walk around with him, giggling and whispering, letting Trey guide her by the small of her back. “We thought the fans might like it if you filmed a sort of game day vlog today. Would that be okay?”

I sigh, the tiredness not helping the pregame anxiety already making my chest tight. “Uhh, today?”

“I know, it’s going to be such a long day,” Zari mumbles, her eyes meeting mine, suddenly filled with empathy. “I’m sorry.” I think she might mean more than just today. I think she means us.

For a moment we stare at each other, and I think I see a hint of longing in her eye, but it soon disappears when Trey plops himself on the aisle seat on the other side of Izzie.

“How are we doing here ladies?” He asks, looking at the dark haired girl, bringing his hand to squeeze Izzie’s knee. Pulling my hand into a fist, I quickly look away, body trembling with jealousy. I hated Trey. I hated how he touched the girl I was meant to be with.

“We’re good Trey,” Izara smiles softly, but moves her leg further away from the man.

“You sure Zari?”

His tone softens, hand following the girl's knee despite the clear sign she doesn’t want to be touched by him. I grind my teeth together trying not to intervene. I know if anyone it’s Izzie who can handle herself.

“Trey,” the girl sighs. “We’re just fine. I’ll show Paige what to do and come sit with you, okay?”

She’s annoyed. I can tell because I knew her, really knew her. Trey doesn’t.

“Okay, I’mma go to my seat,” Trey smiles, waving bye to me. I barely lift my hand in response.

“Dude’s persistent,” I mumble, watching as he walks away. Iz scoffs, returning to her notepad.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” she murmurs. I scoff too, leaning back on the seat and spreading my legs further to feel Izara’s calf against mine. She doesn’t move, matter of fact I think she presses back just the tiniest bit.

“I mean that guy wants you bad,” I whisper.

Izara’s green eyes flicker to mine for a moment, before she rolls them. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I thought Linda didn’t like y’all dating coworkers.”

“She doesn’t.”

“Then why you letting Trey feel you up and shit?”

“Paige,” Zari warns me with a quiet scoff. Her eyes are stern. I know she means it. But I can’t help the jealousy stirring in me.

“If you into him you shoulda just said.”

“Paige!” She scoffs, eyes widening in shock at my attitude. I’m taking it too far, but I felt overwhelmed with everything going on in my life. And it’s not like I was ruining our friendship, it was already ruined.

So I don’t answer or back down. I stare straight into her green eyes, not looking away. Izzie’s entire face hardens as she rolls her eyes and is about to stand up, I assume to switch seats just as the seatbelt light turns on.

“You gotta sit do-”

“I know!” She huffs. I had never seen her composure crack this much out in public. It gave me a sick kind of satisfaction, to know I was getting under her skin.

We sit in silence, the girl tapping her foot nervously as the plane begins to move towards the runway. Iz chews on her lower lip, fingers scratching her arms, eyes shut. She’s anxious.

“You okay?” I ask, softening my voice a little.

The girl sighs, eyes fluttering open. “I hate the takeoff.”

I nod, watching Izara closely. Not sure what to say as we begin to accelerate for the ascend, I offer my hand to her. Without hesitation, the dark haired girl grabs it. I feel like I might burst into tears, realising just how bad I had missed her soft hand in mine, her gentle fingers grazing against my skin. As the plane takes off Izzie’s fingers tighten around my fingers, long nails digging into my skin. I don’t mind. Matter of fact I hope she draws blood, I hope she leaves scars and marks me forever. So she can be a part of me and my existence until I die.

She doesn’t let go until the seatbelt light turns off.

“Fucking shit!” I groan to myself, slamming the bench in the dressing room. Another shit game. Not for everyone, we won. But for me. And I couldn’t blame the coaching, I couldn’t blame the team, I couldn’t blame anyone but me. I felt livid. Furious. I couldn’t believe this was how my story had turned out. This couldn’t be God’s plan for me. It wasn’t right.

What made it even worse was the online discourse. The comments and the noise had become too much. I couldn’t open Twitter or TikTok without seeing comments of how I fell off, of how Uconn ruined me, how I had officially flopped. That I’d always be the girl who peaked in college.

“Fuck,” I hiss to myself as I feel Arike’s hand come to my shoulder and squeeze comfortingly as she passes me - a wordless comforting gesture that had become routine for us. She knew I wasn’t in the mood to talk after games like that.

“I’mma get some air,” I mumble, fully aware that I was behaving like a toddler who couldn’t get her way. I couldn’t help it. It was like I was out of my body, watching as I pull the jersey off in frustration and throw it behind me on the floor, walking out of the dressing room with a slam of the door.

“Ow!” Izzie’s screams as she bumps into my chest. Hard.

“Shit!” I yelp, grabbing her shoulders.

The dark haired girl chuckles softly, clearly unaware of my bad mood. “Hey, I was just looking for you. I was going to suggest that you-”

“Iz, no offense but not right now,” I groan as I walk past her, trying to keep the anger bubbling right beneath the surface in check. It wasn’t working, I could feel myself wanting to explode, skin itching and feeling hot.

“Oh,” she hums, following after me. “I’m sorry… Is there something I can do?”

“Fuck, Zari! Just leave me alone!”

My voice echoes back to me in the empty hallways. The scream is harsh, mean. I never call her Zari. I would never yell at her like this. I can’t believe myself. It immediately takes me out of my anger, and in that moment I turn over to see her.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, Iz-”

The room is spinning, my pulse rushing into my head. I hear the thumping of my heartbeat in my ears. Cheeks growing hot. I might be sick. I can feel my hands trembling - no, not my hands. My whole body. Without letting the blonde finish her apology, I walk off. I don’t hear anything but the pounding in my head.

Every raised voice I heard nowadays had me struggling. Ever since my engagement I couldn’t handle being screamed at. Something about the yelling fits Jasper got into had left a permanent mark on me. I could feel my palms sweating as I walk away from Paige aimlessly, unsure where I was going. Unaware of the blonde following after me until her clammy hands grab my shoulders.

“Izzie, I’m sorry, I dunno why I yelled ma,” she says remorsefully but it barely registers. In the midst of some sort of panic attack I try to fan myself, my clothes suddenly seeming too tight and overstimulating against my skin. I can feel the seams digging in, the tags rubbing into me irritatingly.

“Izzie you okay mama?”

My breathing grows shallower, head increasingly spinning more and more. Suddenly I feel hands wrapping around my body and pulling me into a tight hug, warm breath tickling in my ear.

“Breathe. Breathe with me Izzie,” her comforting, hoarse voice whispers. I feel her body expanding against mine as she takes slow, deep breaths. Focusing on the feeling I follow her pattern of breathing, now and then breaking into fast gulps of air only calmed down by Paige, reminding me to focus on her breathing as she rubs my back gently. Eventually the feeling of being unable to breath passes, replaced by utter exhaustion and lingering sadness. My body melts into Paige’s, molds against hers perfectly as we sit there and embrace. As the blonde begins to pull away I realise I don’t want her to let go of me. So I wrap my arms around her waist and tighten my hold of her. She gets the hint and embraces me for another five minutes or so. Until distant steps echo around the corridor.

“Someone’s coming,” I whisper, realising I’d been crying when I hear my own voice, shaky and soft.

Paige pulls back just enough to look around before pulling me into a random room. The fluorescent lights of the bathroom are bright compared to the dim corridor. I blink my tears away as Paige sits me down on the edge of the sink, never letting her hands fall of me. They rub comfortingly as she chases my gaze, a sad look in her eye.

“Are you okay?”

I nod. I’m not, but better than earlier. Better now that she was here with me.

Paige sighs, shaking her head to herself. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry I yelled, I didn’t mean to I was just-”

“No, I understand,” I nod. It had been hard to watch the first couple weeks of Paige’s time with the Wings. I knew how bad she needed a win for herself, how badly she deserved it. I could tell it was wearing her down. “Was a bad game.”

“Yeah but I never woulda yelled if I knew you freaked out like that.”

“I know,” I nod, sniffling a little. Paige grabs some toilet paper and hands it to me. I offer her a weak smile as I pat the tears off my cheeks. “I just…”

A deep sigh. I had never talked about this with anyone.

“My last relationship was really… just shit, yeah?” I explain. Paige furrows her brows, and I can tell she’s really listening. Really understanding how important this was for her to hear.

“And, he yelled a lot. Threw things, hit things, he never touched me but he’d break dishes and explode over the smallest things and somehow always make me out to be the bad guy. The one who needed to apologise- well anyway, ever since then I just… I can’t handle yelling. At all.”

Paige’s blue eyes blink at me as she nods, understanding. There’s a veil of sadness over her face.

“I know I overreacted. I’m sorry Paige,” I mumble meeting her gaze but immediately the blonde shakes her head.

“No, fuck, I’m sorry Iz,” she sighs licking her lips. “I’m never raising my voice around you again. I pr-”

“No, it’s just something I need to learn to live with,” I resist but Paige shakes her head again, more sternly now.

“I promise. Never, okay?”

We look at each other for a moment. I wish I could tell her how badly I missed her. But like reading my mind Paige’s mouth opens.

“I miss you so bad.”

My heart nearly stops. I missed her more than anything. Just her presence, her closeness, her stupid jokes, the car drives. Everything.

“Me too,” I admit. “But nothing’s changed Paige.”

“I know,” Paige murmurs, fingertips coming to play with the ends of my hair as she remains standing between my legs. I usually didn’t like anyone touching my hair after I’d done it. But something in this moment had me not caring.

“Maybe,” I start but then shake my head. Horrible idea. But Paige is eager for any solutions to our little problem. Well not so little, it had consumed me.

“No, tell me. Please Iz, c’mon,” she speaks in that soft tone that always drove me wild.

“I don’t know if it’ll work Paige.”

“Please mama, I’ll do anything. Just don’t wanna lose you. Need you in my life too bad right now.”

The two words are enough for me to fold.

“We could be friends. But that’s all it can ever be. Nothing more. Just friends,” like I said, a horrible, impossible idea. Even now my body was burning for her, her hands on my lower back leaving sparks on my skin.

Paige thinks for a while and then nods. “Then we’re friends.”

“Paige, are you sure we can be just friends?”

The blonde nods, meeting my eyes again. “I told you, I’ll be anything you need me to be.”

Fuck.

“I’mma be your friend. Till you want more. I’mma wait.”

“Paige-”

“Just say the word Iz and I’ll be more.”

She’s serious, her face hard as she looks at me.

“But for now friends, yeah?” Paige asks, thumb brushing a strand of hair that I’m not sure was even there off my cheek. Friends, what a terrible idea.

“Yeah. Friends.”

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Love & Liabilities: Chapter 5 (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Summary: While you prided yourself on your ability to always put your work above everything else, what happens when you find yourself haunted by a ghost from the past? (A ghost who brings baked goods, waters plants, and enjoys reminding you of what you’ve been missing)

Word Count: 4.4k

Warning: 18+ Minors Do Not Engage! Mommy Kink, degradation kink, light choking, dirty talk, blow job, strap-on sex

A/N: Lawyer!Agatha is back! Finally returning to this fic and planning on updating as regularly as my schedule will allow. If you'd like to be added to my tag-list, feel free to let me know! (if you changed your handle or aren't on here but were previously please lemme know and I'll add you back) Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy- would love to hear what you think!

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Previous Chapter

Present Day

If there was one thing you had learned from practicing law, it was that the world was filled with misconceptions. For many, misconceptions were nothing more than what the word suggests; small errors. However, as a prosecutor you found yourself unable to revel in that life of luxury.

In your line of work, a misconception could result in something as trivial as having difficulty filling a jury due to anyone with a beating heart finding an excuse to be sent home. Or to the more extreme case of a criminal being able to walk with no consequences.

However, occasionally the opposite would occur, where the details of a case become so warped and misconstrued that someone innocent is found to be guilty.

But, you weren’t supposed to worry if a defendant was innocent when your entire job revolved around proving why they were guilty.

That’s what made the past few days so confusing.

You had looked over the files Agatha accidentally left behind, and found they held more questions than answers. As crazy as it sounded, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was an accident, as any normal person would never compromise such sensitive details to their opponent.

But then again, most people weren’t Agatha Harkness.

To your knowledge, one set of the hospital records, Wanda Maximoff’s records, were previously sealed, and you didn’t want to imagine what the attorney had done to acquire them.

You did wonder if perhaps this was some sort of trap that Agatha was hoping you’d fall into in order to incriminate you, because if there was one thing your former lover prided herself on it was always being ten steps ahead of her opponent before obliterating them in court.

But that was surely just your paranoia talking.

A few days after Agatha’s impromptu break in you finally finished combing over every last possible piece of information you could gather from the hospital records. The two patients, one of them being Wanda Maximoff, had been involved in a car wreck. Wanda had been eight months pregnant at the time.

The second patient, Victor Shade, died shortly after being rushed into emergency surgery.

You had scanned and searched the records for more information, perhaps on Wanda’s pregnancy, or even the severity of her injuries. But, and you were nearly certain this wasn’t a coincidence, the majority of the pages were missing.

It didn’t take you long to guess who most likely had a perfectly manicured hand in that.

Agatha Harkness was single-handedly the most pompous, deceitful, domineering individual you had ever encountered, but she was also the most intentional. Every movement she made was calculated, and you knew she had these papers for a reason.

You weren’t Agatha, nor would you wish that particular curse on your worst enemy, but you knew her better than anyone. Or at least you did, for a time.

Closing your eyes as you rested at your desk, you briefly recollected how intimately acquainted you once were, before remembering how much had changed in the time since.

As you opened your eyes, they landed on the files and a small voice in the back of your head suggested you try calling Agatha. Just to give them back to her.

You did already get all the useful information that was available, you reasoned. Knowing Agatha, she’d likely question why you had waited so long, but you already had an excuse for that.

You were fairly busy after all, and your paralegal was on vacation, so your normally clear desk now had a mountain-sized pile of papers that made your head spin if you stared at it for too long. If Agatha complained you’d just lie and say they had gotten lost until you sorted through everything.

Besides, you thought bitterly, Agatha lied to you plenty, about things of far greater importance than this.

Checking the time on your phone, you wondered if nine pm on a Friday night was too late for a phone call, but Agatha had always been nocturnal, often working until the early hours of the morning. You used to find her passed out, slumped over her desk in the home office of the apartment you shared, and you’d drag her back to bed.

Your cheeks grew hot at the reminder of how you’d convinced her to follow you.

Clearing those thoughts from your mind you scrolled through your contact list until you landed on her name. There were a handful of times over the years where you considered deleting it, or blocking her number. But there was this unyielding force within you, prohibiting you from ever following through with it.

Knowing Agatha you wouldn’t be surprised if she somehow cursed you.

Your stomach did sickening flip flops as your index finger trembled, hovering over her name. This is ridiculous, you reasoned, finally pressing down, turning on the speaker setting as you set your phone on the edge of your desk.

Unfortunately, instead of a familiar ringing noise, you were alarmed to hear an automated message, telling you that the number had been disconnected, before the line went dead.

She changed her number?

Your heart sank as you stared at the bright glow of your phone screen, the contact seeming to mock you. Letting out an agitated sigh, you snatched the device, holding it in your palm. Your hands were unsteady, and you hesitated for a moment, eyes locked on her name. The purple heart that accompanied it had been your idea, her signature color. It felt fitting at the time.

Without another thought, you swiped your finger to the right, permanently deleting the contact before shutting your phone off and tossing it in your bag, leaving your office without another thought.

She changed her number.

You’d like to say you spent your weekend with your work laptop and phone shut off, enjoying your two days away from the office. But that would be a bold faced lie. You wouldn’t call yourself a workaholic, on the contrary your hours weren’t nearly as intense as when you were still in corporate law.

Billable hours were a gift from the devil herself, truly.

You weren’t a workaholic, but you were a perfectionist. It was a matter of pride to be detail oriented, to be willing to go the extra mile and find the smallest flaw in a case. It’s what drew you over to the litigation side of things to begin with. Contracts, as thrilling as they could be, didn’t provide the rush of adrenaline being in court granted you.

It was ironic, you swore up and down this side of law could never interest you, but now you couldn’t imagine practicing anything else.

Well, you could, at times, as brief flashes of conversations with the one person you’d felt safe enough to share them with replayed in your brain. But that was a dream you’d given up on a long time ago, among other things.

As it turned out, time could change a lot.

When Monday morning came rolling around, you repeatedly hit snooze on your alarm, not quite feeling rested from your weekend. You took your time for once, even making yourself breakfast. With your paralegal still on vacation you realized how dependent you had become on her for the smallest of things, meals included.

You should really talk about getting her a raise.

Despite your leisurely start to your morning, you were still out the door before most of the city was awake. You loved the chaos of Manhattan, the crowds of people and thralls of traffic were a warm contrast to the environment you had grown up in. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy a morning commute that took under a half hour, as your Lyft zoomed through the relatively light traffic for a Monday morning.

Since you worked all weekend your email inbox was manageable, and you marked a few messages to reply to later that morning. You were thankful for the lighter workload, as it allowed you to solely concentrate on your case.

The ticking time bomb of the one month continuance wasn’t something you wanted to worry about just yet.

Strolling into your building, you were unsurprised to find you were the first person to arrive for the morning. Walking past some of the potted plants near your office door, you frowned, stopping in front of them and examining tiny droplets of water on the leaves.

Did someone water them recently?

Maybe one of the janitorial staff did it, you concluded, shaking the thought from your mind as you fumbled around for your keys. Pulling them out from your pocket, you went to unlock the door, but were alarmed to find the door was already unlocked.

You didn’t have to open the door fully to know she was there, but you did anyway.

Swinging the door open, you found Agatha already in your office. Only this time she was sitting at your desk, her feet perched up on the edge, her shiny black loafers reflected by the light. She was engrossed in reading something, her thick black rimmed glasses hanging low on her nose.

“What the fuck are you doing here,” you hissed, slamming the door shut behind you.

Agatha didn’t look up from whatever she was reading, but you watched her lip curl upwards, forming a cruel smirk. “Good morning to you too, dear. Muffin?”

It was then you noticed the box of baked goods on the edge of your desk. The sweet aroma of pumpkin and chocolate wafted through the room, they were always your favorite.

No. You knew what she was doing.

“I already ate, thanks,” you coolly replied, dropping your work bag near the door, before locking it. “You can’t keep breaking into my office. Do you have any idea what my colleagues would say if they saw you coming and going?”

Agatha hummed, dramatically flipping the page, and you felt a wave of anger rush through you.

“That sounds more like your problem than mine,” Agatha unhelpfully pointed out, finally setting her papers down to look up at you, and removing her glasses. “Although to be fair, it’s almost insulting how easy it is to get in here. You should really talk to someone about investing in more advanced security measures.”

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, folding your arms across your chest.

“Are you not happy to see me?” Agatha asked, fake pouting as she put her arms behind her head, the bottom of her dress shirt riding up, exposing her toned stomach.

Agatha gave you a sly grin, and you quickly averted your eyes. She was unbelievable, really.

You don’t know what you ever saw in her.

Clearing your throat, you took a deep breath.

“What are you doing here, Agatha?”

“I was just in the neighborhood,” Agatha explained, kicking her feet off your desk, standing up. She pulled what she was reading up from a stack of papers, waving it in front of you. “You had something of mine.”

The file she had left behind.

You fell quiet, and Agatha took the opportunity to approach you, tilting her head to the side.

“What a naughty girl, keeping something that doesn’t belong to you.”

Ignoring the embarrassing rush of heat that threatened to pool between your thighs, you glowered at her.

“Save it, Agatha. You left those here and I had no way of getting in touch with you,” you spat out, quickly losing whatever patience you had attempted to hold onto. “Who the hell changes their number nowadays?”

You froze, and Agatha’s eyes widened for a brief moment, before taking a step closer to you, stroking her chin with her thumb.

“I should feel flattered you saved my number all these years later,” Agatha teased, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You tensed at her change of tone, her words having too strong of an impact on you.

“Is everything a joke to you?”

Agatha paused, thinking over your words, a calculated grin forming as her blue eyes gleamed. “No, actually. The spousal support I owe my ex wife, for example? Not funny at all, although I’m sure she gets quite the kick out of it.”

You found it rather unsurprising that Agatha managed to marry someone even more deranged than she was, but the difference being you actually liked the ex wife more than the attorney in question.

You’d probably have gone mad as well if you had ended up marrying her.

“You have your papers, get the hell out of my office,” you ordered, not in the mood to continue arguing with her.

Frowning, Agatha set the file on your desk, coming closer to you as she brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear before leaning in, breath hot against your skin.

“Do you really want me to leave? If I recall, you used to enjoy our little games.”

Closing your eyes, you tried to ignore the pleasurable sensation of her voice echoing in your ear, as you rubbed your thighs together, wishing she didn’t cause this strong of a reaction anytime she spoke to you.

“I want nothing to do with you,” you reminded her, stifling a gasp as the attorney blew in your ear.

“Are you sure?” Agatha mocked, her fingers playfully tugging on your blazer. “You’re so stressed, not that I blame you. Imminent doom tends to leave one feeling tightly wound.”

“I hate you,” you breathed out, but your words held no weight as you didn’t move away from her touch.

“Yes, good,” Agatha cooed, pushing you backwards until your back hit the desk, towering over you. “More of that.”

This needed to stop, you knew it needed to stop. Each time you let her back in it did more harm than good. She was parasitic, infecting you with the need to be consumed by her and her alone.

“Agatha,” you protested, shifting your weight around, unintentional brushing against her pelvis, and your eyes widened, shooting her an incredulous look. “You didn’t.”

Agatha feigned innocence, pressing her hips flush against yours, and you moaned at the direct contact, feeling the strap she was packing under her pants. “I didn't do what, dear?”

Your body betrayed you as you craved more friction, and Agatha leered, situating her hands on your hips to help you grind against her. Each roll of your hips made you lose whatever sense of self control you were barely grasping onto. The reminders of why this was dangerous territory slipping away as Agatha’s grip on your hip tightened.

The attorney raised one of her hands to roughly grasp your chin, forcing you to look up at her.

Gasping, you closed your eyes, not wanting to look at her. “You seriously put that thing on to come over here?”

“Bold of you to assume I wore this for you,” Agatha murmured in your ear and your eyes shot open, glowering at her.

Your taste in women was truly questionable.

“I hate you,” you said, choking back a whine as Agatha’s lips latched onto your neck, nipping and sucking on your exposed skin.

“I know you do,” Agatha said mockingly, the hand she had on your hip, moving to the front of your dress slacks, skillfully unbuttoning them. “That’s why I can smell you, isn’t it?”

“You’re insufferable,” you groaned, wriggling out of your pants as they fell around your knees, letting out a pathetic whine as Agatha ran two fingers over your underwear.

“Soaking through your panties like a whore,” Agatha growled, moving the thin fabric aside to touch your aching cunt, feeling how soaked you were. “Is all of this for me?”

“Fuck,” you moaned, head falling back as you gave in to her once more. “Agatha, please.”

Agatha moved her fingers through your slick, finding your clit with ease as she rubbed, kissing the sensitive spot under your jaw. “Please what?”

Bucking your hips up you tried to indicate what you needed, and Agatha seemed to take the hint, teasing your entrance and you let out a guttural moan, trying to fuck yourself on her fingers.

Letting out a disapproving hum, Agatha removed her fingers, smirking when you cried out in disappointment. She raised her hand, her fingers dripping as they circled your mouth as you parted your lips.

“Suck,” Agatha whispered, forcing you to take her fingers in your mouth. “Show mommy that you deserve her cock.”

Your cunt clenched at that, the ache becoming more unbearable every second you were left empty. Greedily taking her fingers you sucked them clean, whining at the taste of yourself on your tongue. Agatha let out a low groan as she forced them deeper down your throat, fucking your mouth.

“Such a good slut,” Agatha praised pulling her fingers out, lightly slapping your cheek. “So obedient when your mouth is full. You just want something to suck on, don’t you honey?”

Breathless, you barely recognized the sound of the whimper that escaped your lips. Agatha released you from her grasp, moving to settle into your high-backed leather office chair, index finger curling in a come hither motion, beckoning you to join her.

“On your knees,” Agatha ordered, removing her slacks to reveal her strap-on.

The dark purple cock was thick, and bigger than what you had grown accustomed to taking in the past few years, and you felt your cunt clench at the thought of having it inside you, stretching you out. Mouth watering you dropped to your knees, and Agatha leaned back in the chair, wrapping her hands around your hair to position where she wanted to.

“Desperate fucking whore,” Agatha degraded you, each word making you drip more than the last. “Make mommy come and I’ll consider fucking that greedy pussy.”

Wasting no time you eagerly leaned forward, tongue swiping out to lick at the head of the toy. Patience had never been the attorney’s strong suit, and she tugged on your hair, forcing you to take more of the cock down your throat.

“Fuck, good girl,” Agatha moaned, eyes locked on your own as she watched you struggle to take so much at once. “So pretty for mommy when you struggle.”

Her words served as encouragement for you to put on a show, forcing yourself to take her to the hilt. Choking around the strap you felt tears begin to swell in your eyes as you breathed through your nose, and Agatha groaned louder than before.

“That’s it baby. Swallow me,” Agatha hissed, fucking your face as her hips thrusted harder than before, getting off on using you as her own personal sex toy.

Swearing, Agatha’s hips stilled, face contorted in pleasure as she came, eyes rolling to the back of her head, fingers intertwined in your hair as she tugged on the strands to the point where you let out a muffled moan. Panting, the older woman released her grip on your hair, signaling you were allowed to remove your mouth.

Her strap was covered in your saliva as you caught your breath, but Agatha didn’t allow you much time to recover, a feral look in her eyes as she rose from her chair, yanking you up by the hair to face her. The attorney’s blue eyes were clouded with lust as she impatiently spun you around, bending you over your desk.

The humiliation of being exposed this way was too much, and came to the conclusion you could get off like this alone. You didn’t have to look at Agatha to know she was smirking, pulling on your hair again to make you arch your back.

“Tell me you missed this,” Agatha murmured into your ear, hands groping every inch of your body she could reach. “Tell me, and I’ll give you what you want.”

You were almost too far gone to fully think about the implication of what she was saying, but not enough to give in so easily.

“You wish,” you threw out, moaning louder at Agatha’s responding slap against your ass.

“Tell me,” Agatha growled, spanking you again, harder than before, cackling at the way your body reacted to it. “So fucking pathetic, no one else can fuck you like this, can they? ”

You remained silent, trying to restrain yourself from climaxing before you felt her inside you again. Agatha spanked you a third time, the slapping sound echoing throughout your office.

“I’ll give you one more chance,” Agatha threatened, and you could tell she was just as far gone as you. “Tell me you missed this.”

“I…I missed this,” you breathed out, the unsaid words hanging heavy in the room, as both you and Agatha knew what you really meant. What she was really asking.

You missed her.

Agatha rubbed the tip of the strap up and down your cunt, and you whined. She had been torturing you with the teasing, all you wanted was for her to be inside you.

“Mommy, please,” you said, nearly crying.

Without warning Agatha pushed inside your entrance in one thrust, making you take her to the hilt. You nearly screamed, her strap almost painfully deep and your walls fluttered around it. You were so full, the only thought on your mind was how you wanted her to stay inside you forever.

Giving you a moment to adjust to her size, Agatha tugged on your hair again, kissing your neck as her hips rested flush against yours. After a few moments she began to move, thrusting slow but deep, staying buried in your cunt.

“That’s it baby, squeeze my cock,” Agatha moaned, making you feel every inch of her. “Good fucking girl.”

“Mommy,” you whimpered, listening to the obscene sound of your hips thrusting against each other, the noise filling the office.

“No one else knows what a slut you are, do they?” Agatha mocked, increasing her pace as she fucked you even harder. “You’re just mommy’s little cocksleeve.”

“Fuck yes,” you moaned, feeling a familiar tightening as your cunt pulsed around the attorney’s cock.

“Say it,” Agatha grunted out, moving at an erratic pace. “Say you’re mommy’s cocksleeve.”

“I’m mommy’s cocksleeve,” you said obediently, relishing in the deep groan that left Agatha’s lips, the sound causing you to clench.

You were so close, you could feel it.

Agatha could tell you were nearing your peak, as she wrapped an arm around your waist, lithe fingers finding your clit and rubbing in time with her unwavering thrusts. Every second teetering you closer to falling off the edge of pleasure.

“Do you want something?” Agatha teased, as you were left breathless after a particularly hard thrust.

“Please,” you begged, not caring how desperate you sounded. “Please I need to…”

“You need what, slut?” Agatha jeered, removing her fingers from your clit, bringing her hand to wrap around your throat, squeezing lightly. “What do you want?”

“Mommy, please,” you pleaded, gasping as the attorney choked you, the delicious burn nearly causing you to finish.

“Come for mommy, baby,” Agatha said, voice hoarse as she kept her hand wrapped around your throat. “Soak my cock.”

You felt yourself let go, body rippling in pleasure as you came, sporadically moving your hips to meet Agatha’s thrusts as she helped you through your orgasm. The attorney grunted before her hips stilled against yours with one final deep stroke, staying inside you as you came down from your high.

Removing her hand from your throat, Agatha stroked your cheek, a stark contrast to how roughly she just fucked you. You let out a deep sigh, collapsing against your desk. It was unclear how long she stayed inside you before she pulled out, chuckling at your little whimpers from being left empty.

“I never understood why you enjoyed running so much,” Agatha said suddenly, body still pressed against yours as she left kisses on every inch of bare skin she could find. “I’ve always found this to be a much more…pleasurable form of cardio.”

You laughed, the sound echoing throughout the room as you felt your heart rate begin to go back to normal. “Funny, Agatha. Very funny.”

Peeling herself off of you, the attorney gently turned you around before settling back in your chair, allowing you to rest on her lap.

“That was…” Agatha trailed off, brushing your damp hair out of your face.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. Agatha didn’t have to finish her thoughts, you knew what she was implying.

You wish this could be easier, this gravitational pull you had towards one another; that things weren’t so majorly twisted between the two of you that you could invite Agatha to dinner and try again. Or to even just have a conversation that didn’t start with an argument and end with both of you naked.

But that wasn’t the reality of the situation, which finally came back to you as you finally caught your breath.

This couldn’t keep happening.

“I have a lot of work to catch up on,” you said suddenly, clearing your throat as you got off the attorney’s lap. “Um, thanks for…”

“For the muffins?” Agatha jested, avoiding your eyes as she stood up, helping you find your clothes. “Your sweet tooth is hard to forget.”

You smiled for a moment, a bittersweet feeling overtaking you as you let her words hit you.

“Yeah, for the muffins.”

Agatha finished redressing, her brown hair splayed messily over her shoulders as she unsuccessfully attempted to tame it. You grabbed a spare hair tie from a drawer in your desk, and held it up to her. Agatha nodded, turning around, allowing you to gather her hair and pull it back. You swore you heard her sigh as your fingers combed through the tousled locks, but you quickly secured it, taking a step back.

The attorney turned back around, an uncertain expression on her face, eyebrows furrowed, her frown line becoming more prominent as she stared at you, deep blue eyes boring into your own.

“You read the hospital records,” Agatha stated, in a tone so certain you questioned why she chose to say it at all.

“Of course not,” you lied, but Agatha’s piercing gaze saw right through you as she arched an eyebrow. “Okay, fine. Yes, I did.”

“And?” Agatha prompted, looking expectantly at you.

“And what?” You questioned, motioning to where the file lay abandoned on the opposite side of your desk. “The majority of the pages are missing. There’s nothing useful there.”

Agatha’s eyes shifted, looking to the ground for just a second, and when she looked back up her signature smirk had returned. “Of course, right as always, dear. I’ll see you in court.”

She snatched the file in her hands before leaving your office, slamming the door shut, leaving you alone, and wondering what the hell just happened. A sinking feeling in your gut was suggesting this case was far more complicated than you had been led to believe.

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