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eu-nicola · 14 days ago

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attraction part 2

summary: after your mother's death you marry Ward Cameron to have economic stability and you meet his son who hangs around you

warnings: age-gap, cheating (?), idk tell me

word counter: 8519

author’s note: english is not my first language, ofc i’m based on one of my favorite novels

You were at home, sitting in the living room with one of the house staff while she talked to you about organizing your birthday party. It was an important event. Everything had to be perfect, from the menu to the guest list.

"The food has to be perfect, Mrs. Cameron," the woman said professionally. "Have you decided if you prefer seafood or something more traditional?"

You took a moment to think, running your fingers along the rim of your glass of water.

"Seafood sounds good," you finally replied. "But I also want some classic options. Not everyone likes strong flavors."

She nodded and took notes, then asked you about the desserts, decorations, and other details. You spent a good while discussing every aspect of the party, making sure everything would be just right.

And then, out of nowhere, Rafe showed up.

He walked in with that relaxed, careless stride, like he owned the place. He seemed distracted or at least pretended to be because as he passed by you, his body brushed against yours.

It was brief, but enough for you to feel it.

"Sorry, Mrs. Cameron," he said in a neutral tone, but there was something in his eyes you couldn’t quite read.

You didn’t respond.

You just gave a slight nod, not interested in starting anything. It wasn’t worth it.

He lingered a second longer than necessary before walking away, while you simply turned back to the staff member and resumed your conversation.

Later, you were in Ward’s office, going over some party details with him.

"It has to be an elegant event," your husband said, scanning a list. "I don’t want anything missing."

"Everything will be well organized," you replied confidently.

You were focused on the conversation when, suddenly, a familiar presence filled the room.

Rafe.

Like the most annoying person in the world, he walked up to you with an expression that promised nothing good.

And before you could react, he leaned in and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.

He had never done that before.

He had never shown the slightest courtesy or affection.

But now, here he was.

The brush of his lips against your skin was quick, almost innocent.

But what wasn’t innocent was his hand.

Because when he kissed your cheek, his fingers slid down your back, tracing a slow, deliberate path.

A shiver ran through you instantly.

It wasn’t fear.

It wasn’t pleasure.

It was confusion.

A small act, but with a clear intention: to get under your skin.

And the worst part? It worked.

After that greeting, Rafe stayed in the room, casually talking to his father like nothing had happened.

You, on the other hand, tried to stay composed.

You could still feel the slight tingle on your skin where his lips had touched, the sensation of his hand moving down your back with that subtle, teasing touch. But you didn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

You stayed put, listening to the conversation between father and son without actually paying attention to the words.

Rafe spoke confidently, as always, with that attitude of the golden boy who never quite fit the role. Ward, for his part, responded calmly.

You just waited.

When the conversation ended, you stood up gracefully and left the room without saying a word.

You weren’t in the mood for more of Rafe’s games.

But he didn’t seem too eager to leave you alone.

Because just seconds later, you heard him follow you out.

You didn’t look at him right away. You kept walking, head held high, but when you noticed he was keeping up with you, you stopped and turned to face him.

You weren’t about to let him think he could mess with you.

"Stop doing that," you said in a low, controlled, but firm tone.

He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence.

"Doing what?"

"Your games," you shot back without hesitation. "You’re too old for this."

Rafe let out a short laugh, tilting his head with an amused expression, like he couldn’t care less about your reproach.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about," he said with fake indifference. "I was just being polite. Not my fault if you’re not used to it."

You stared at him coldly.

"Don’t play with me, Rafe."

He held your gaze for a few seconds, his lips curling into a half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"Why? Are you scared to play with me?"

You didn’t answer.

You weren’t going to give him any more reasons to keep provoking you.

So you simply turned around and kept walking, not bothering to look back.

But as you walked away, you could still feel him there, watching you.

You kept your pace steady, trying to shake off the conversation with Rafe and the unsettling feeling he left behind. But as soon as you turned down one of the hallways, you ran into Wheezie.

"What’s wrong?" she asked.

You didn’t hesitate for a second before stepping closer and gently grabbing her arm, pulling her toward you.

"You’re the only good thing in this house," you murmured, feeling a momentary sense of relief at seeing her.

Wheezie blinked, surprised by the sudden confession, but instead of pulling away, she gave you a knowing look and nodded.

"I know," she said with a small smile. "Trust me, I’ve thought the same thing plenty of times."

You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. In a house where tension seemed to fill every corner, Wheezie was like a breath of fresh air.

"How’s the birthday planning going?" she asked, casually changing the subject to lighten the mood.

You sighed, slowly letting go of her.

"Because of the wedding, I didn’t get to plan it properly," you admitted. "So now everything’s being rushed. It’s not what I had in mind, but I just hope Saturday goes well."

Wheezie gave you a reassuring look, like she completely understood how you felt.

"It will," she said with confidence. "Everything you plan always turns out amazing."

You appreciated her faith in you with a smile.

Saturday came way too fast for your liking.

Between last-minute preparations, organizing the event, and the constant tension you’d been feeling since getting married, everything happened in the blink of an eye. There was no time for what you really wanted to do, but there wasn’t much you could do about it now.

All that was left was making sure the night was perfect.

The theme of the party was simple: an all-white celebration… except for your family, who would wear dark colors to stand out among the guests. A subtle but effective way to mark the difference.

And you, as the hostess and the newly crowned Mrs. Cameron, would be the center of attention.

Your dress was a masterpiece.

An elegant, sophisticated design, entirely black. The top had a deep V neckline, covered by a fine sheer mesh with a pattern resembling a spider web. Tiny white and black pearls decorated the mesh, giving it an ethereal, delicate effect.

The skirt flowed gracefully to the floor, hugging your figure perfectly before subtly flaring into a slight train. Every move you made made the dress seem like it was gliding through the crowd like a shadow.

Ward was by your side in a perfectly tailored black suit, matching you. His presence was steady and confident, as always.

The Cameron mansion had been completely transformed for the occasion.

The garden was lit by hundreds of hanging white lights, creating an ethereal and sophisticated atmosphere. The tables were decorated with white floral centerpieces and tall candles flickering in the breeze. On the dance floor, a grand chandelier hung above the polished marble, reflecting light in all directions.

There were about a hundred guests, businessmen, Ward’s associates, members of the Outer Banks high society, and some acquaintances you’d managed to invite despite the short notice. Everyone was dressed in white, like ghostly figures under the dim lighting.

And among them, the Camerons stood out.

Sarah wore a fitted black satin dress with thin straps and a slit up the leg. Her hair was down in soft waves, and even though she kept a neutral expression, she seemed to be enjoying the party.

Wheezie had chosen a more modest navy-blue dress with long sleeves and lace details. Her excitement was obvious, this was a real celebration for her.

And then, there was Rafe.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, no tie. His relaxed demeanor stood out against the seriousness of the rest of his family. He sipped from his glass with an indifferent air, but his gaze moved through the party like he was taking everything in.

When your eyes met his, his expression didn’t change.

But something in the way he looked at you sent a shiver down your spine.

Ward’s hand gently pressed against your waist, pulling you closer with a smile before whispering, “You look stunning.”

You forced a smile, thanking him.

The night moved quickly, like every detail had been calculated down to the last second. The soft music of violins drifted through the air as guests sipped their drinks and chatted.

The atmosphere was filled with murmurs, quiet laughter, and the clinking of crystal glasses in occasional toasts. From the terrace, you could see the dark ocean stretching beyond the glowing garden, a stark contrast to the whiteness of the party unfolding before you.

You stayed close to Ward, his hand resting on the small of your back.

The guests’ eyes lingered on you with curiosity. You weren’t just the youngest wife in the recent history of the Cameron family, you stood out.

When the time came for the official celebration, everyone was led toward one of the large garden tables, where the enormous cake sat.

It was a masterpiece, several tiers, covered in immaculate white frosting with gold details and floral decorations in cream tones. Tiny sugar pearls shimmered under the candlelight.

The guests formed a circle around the table, and Ward stayed beside you, his arm firm around your waist.

Wheezie was the first to start singing “Happy Birthday,” her youthful enthusiasm shining through. One by one, the others joined in until the song filled every corner of the garden.

Sarah smiled softly, clapping politely.

Rafe, on the other hand, leaned against one of the porch columns, glass in hand, his face unreadable. He didn’t sing, just watched.

When the song ended, Ward raised his glass and spoke.

“To my wife,” his voice rang with authority, with certainty. “The woman who has brought new light to this family. May this be the first of many celebrations together.”

The guests lifted their glasses in a graceful unison and drank to you.

You smiled and blew out the candles.

After everyone had enjoyed the cake and the drinks kept flowing, the music changed.

A soft waltz began playing, and Ward extended his hand toward you with a charming smile.

“May I have this dance, Mrs. Cameron?”

You knew it wasn’t really a question.

And you couldn’t refuse.

With practiced grace, you took his hand, and he led you to the center of the dance floor.

The guests stepped aside, giving you space. The hanging lights above twinkled like artificial stars as Ward took your hand firmly and guided you into a flawless rhythm.

“You’re the center of attention tonight,” he murmured as he spun you smoothly. “How does it feel?”

You gave him a measured smile.

“It’s... different.”

Ward tilted his head slightly, still moving with you.

“You’ll get used to it.”

He said it with such certainty that you couldn’t tell if it was a promise or a warning.

As you danced, you could feel certain gazes fixed on you.

When the song ended, the guests clapped politely.

Ward gave a small, elegant nod before kissing your hand and leading you off the dance floor.

The soft music and the quiet hum of conversations created the perfect atmosphere, and for the first time in a while, you were actually enjoying the night.

You walked through the guests with grace, exchanging words with each one, asking if everything was to their liking.

Ward was engaged in conversation with some of his business partners, occasionally glancing at you with an approving smile.

Wheezie moved around excitedly, while Sarah stayed close to her group of friends, enjoying the night in her own way.

Rafe… well, Rafe was another story.

You’d caught him watching you multiple times throughout the night. His eyes followed you from different spots in the garden, but every time you met his gaze, he looked away with a smirk.

It was annoying.

But you decided to ignore it.

At some point, you felt the need to step away from the noise. Pulling your phone from your purse, you quietly slipped into a more secluded part of the garden, where the light was dim and the music was just a distant echo.

You unlocked your phone, scrolling through your messages, enjoying a brief moment of quiet.

It didn’t last long.

“Don’t tell me you’re bored at your own party.”

The sound of his voice made your blood run cold.

Rafe.

You took a deep breath and locked your phone, ready to walk away before he had the chance to start his little game.

But when you tried to move, he stretched out an arm, resting his hand against the wall beside you, blocking your way.

“Relax, Mrs. Cameron,” he said with a crooked smile. “I just came to say happy twenty birthday.”

You looked at him warily.

“Thanks.”

You didn’t know what else to say.

His closeness unsettled you, not out of fear, but because his presence had an effect on you, one you refused to acknowledge.

“Great party,” he said casually. “I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting something this… elegant.”

“What were you expecting?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

Rafe shrugged.

“I don’t know. Something less… sophisticated.”

There was a teasing edge to his words, but you refused to take the bait.

A brief silence settled between you, his eyes locked onto yours before he stepped in a little closer.

Too close.

A shiver ran down your spine as his scent wrapped around you, a mix of mint and tobacco you’d noticed before.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice lower than you would have liked.

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, his gaze dropped to your lips, then back to your eyes, and in one quick, unexpected movement, his mouth was on yours.

You froze for a second, completely in shock.

But then… you kissed him back.

It was just a moment, barely a couple of seconds where you lost yourself in the feeling of his lips, warm and confident against yours.

But then reality hit you like a bucket of cold water.

You pulled away abruptly and, without thinking, raised your hand and slapped him.

The sound echoed in the silent air.

Rafe tilted his head at the impact, but when he looked back at you… he was smiling.

A smug, amused smile, like he had gotten exactly what he wanted.

“Don't ever do that again," you said through gritted teeth, still feeling the heat on your skin.

“Why? Did it scare you how much you liked it?"

You glared at him.

“It's disrespectful."

“To who?" he asked, his voice low, teasing.

“To me," you answered without hesitation.

Something flickered in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite figure out, but you didn’t stick around to find out.

You turned around and walked away, feeling your heart pounding against your chest.

No.

This couldn’t happen again.

You went back to the party, determined to act like nothing had happened.

You blended in with the guests, smiling, accepting congratulations, toasting with those who approached you, and staying close to Ward.

But you could feel Rafe’s gaze.

You could sense it on your skin, following your every move, lingering and persistent.

And even though your heart pounded every time you noticed, you refused to give it any importance.

When the celebration finally ended, Ward and you said your goodbyes to the last guests, exchanging the final polite words. He wrapped an arm around your waist in a possessive, proud gesture, and you leaned into him.

As you walked toward your room, you felt that gaze again.

Instinctively, you turned your head, and there he was.

Leaning against a wall, drink in hand, eyes locked on you.

You didn’t do anything.

You didn’t say anything.

You just kept walking.

The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the windows.

You woke up early, still carrying the emotional hangover from the night before, but determined to ignore it all. You got ready calmly and headed downstairs for breakfast, expecting to find only Ward, but to your misfortune, Rafe was already there.

He looked relaxed, sitting with a cup of coffee in one hand, flipping through a newspaper like the world was perfectly normal.

Like he hadn’t crossed a line last night.

"Good morning, Mrs. Cameron," he said, in a tone that only you caught as a provocation.

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting.

“Good morning," you replied neutrally.

You sat at the far end of the table, where one of the housekeepers had already set your breakfast.

Ward hadn’t come down yet.

A heavy silence settled between you two.

The only sound was Rafe’s coffee cup clinking against the saucer.

“Did you sleep well?" he asked suddenly.

You didn’t look at him.

“Yes."

“Good," he replied, a slight hint of amusement in his voice sending a chill down your spine.

You still didn’t look at him, focusing on your breakfast. But you could feel his presence in every fiber of your body.

You knew he was watching you.

You knew he was enjoying the discomfort you were trying to hide.

Finally, you gathered your courage and looked up.

Your eyes met his.

Blue, cold, inquisitive.

You couldn’t deny the obvious, Rafe was attractive. His face was the perfect mix of arrogance and danger, his posture always carried an air of overwhelming confidence, and the way he looked at you made your stomach twist… but not in disgust.

You hated him, yeah.

But that had nothing to do with his looks.

It was his attitude, his way of provoking you, the way he moved with that maddening self-assurance, his insistence on making you react.

A lazy smirk spread across his lips when he noticed you were staring.

You immediately looked back at your plate.

"Anything interesting in the paper?" you asked, trying to sound indifferent.

“Not much," he replied casually. “But last night’s party was interesting, don’t you think?"

His words made your jaw tighten.

You knew exactly what he meant.

You didn’t answer.

“Oh, come on," he said with a quiet chuckle. “Nothing to say about it?"

Finally, you set your fork down and looked at him with a neutral expression.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Rafe tilted his head, his smile never fading.

“Sure you do."

A couple of seconds passed in silent tension between you.

But just as you were about to respond, Ward walked into the dining room.

“Good morning," he greeted, his usual authoritative tone filling the space.

Both of you broke eye contact immediately.

“Good morning, sweetheart," you said with a flawless smile, as if everything was perfectly normal.

Rafe simply took a sip of his coffee, but before turning back to his newspaper, he murmured just low enough for only you to hear:

“This is gonna be fun."

After breakfast, you decided to take advantage of the sunny day and headed to the pool.

Rafe had gone out with his girlfriend.

Sarah wasn’t home.

Wheezie was out with her friends.

For the first time in a long while, the house felt like it was truly yours.

You picked an elegant black bikini, put on your sunglasses, grabbed a book, and stretched out on one of the loungers by the pool.

The warmth of the sun caressed your skin, the clear water shimmered with golden reflections, and for a moment, everything was peaceful.

Just you, the sound of the water, and the soft rustling of the wind through the trees.

Hours passed as you lost yourself between reading and moments where you simply closed your eyes to enjoy the calm.

But that peace didn’t last long.

You heard the sound of an engine approaching.

Turning your head, you saw Rafe pulling into the driveway. He wasn’t alone.

A brunette stepped out of the passenger seat with him.

His girlfriend.

You knew instantly.

You’d heard her name before when someone mentioned Rafe’s girlfriend, but you’d never actually seen her. Until now.

You shifted slightly on the lounger, dipping your feet into the water, pretending not to pay attention.

But Rafe was paying attention.

From the moment he stepped onto the property, his eyes had found you.

You didn’t notice at first, too focused on acting indifferent, but every move you made had his full attention.

The way your legs dipped into the water.

The shimmer of droplets on your sun-kissed skin.

The way the bikini hugged your body.

For a few seconds, he completely forgot Sofía was next to him.

“Rafe…" she called, snapping him out of it. He blinked, shaking his head and regaining his composure.

With a charming smile, Sofía linked her arm through his as they walked toward you.

“Stepmom," Rafe’s voice cut through your peace.

You turned slowly, forcing yourself to stay calm.

“Sofía," he said casually. “This is my dad’s wife."

There was something in his voice, a slight inflection only you caught.

Sofía, however, didn’t seem to notice.

“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you, ma’am," she said warmly, extending her hand. “I’ve heard so many great things about you."

You shook her hand politely, offering a pleasant smile.

“Likewise. Welcome."

For a brief moment, Rafe’s eyes drifted from your face down your body, taking in every inch of you without the slightest subtlety.

And this time, you noticed.

There was something in his gaze.

You didn’t know what it was.

The air seemed to shift for a fraction of a second.

Then, Rafe snapped out of it.

“Let’s go inside," he told Sofía, placing a hand on her back and guiding her toward the house without looking back.

You stayed where you were, watching them disappear through the door.

Later, just as you were about to head inside, you saw him coming down the stairs with a bag over his shoulder.

He stopped near the door, and for some reason, his eyes sought yours.

“I’m leaving for a few days," he said simply.

You didn’t understand why he was telling you.

It wasn’t like he owed you an explanation.

You weren’t close.

You barely spoke when it was necessary.

And yet, there he was, standing in front of you, with his bag and that look you still couldn’t figure out.

You nodded without asking any more questions.

You assumed he was leaving with Sofía, maybe on a trip or just to her place.

And honestly, you didn’t care.

"See you," was all you said before stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

A few hours later, you decided to change clothes and go out.

You wore a simple but elegant dress with comfortable sandals. You styled your hair naturally and grabbed your car keys.

Your destination was one of Wheezie’s friends’ houses.

You had agreed to pick her up after she texted you, asking for a ride.

You drove calmly through the streets of Figure Eight, watching as the sun started painting the sky in shades of orange.

When you parked and got out of the car, you barely knocked before the door swung open.

"Wheezie! Your mom’s here!" one of the girls called from inside.

You froze for a moment.

But Wheezie reacted instantly, peeking out from the living room and rolling her eyes with a smile.

"She’s not my mom," she corrected as she walked to the door. "She’s my dad’s wife."

The other girls, who had been eyeing you with curiosity, smiled and came over to greet you.

"Oh, sorry," said the girl’s mom, appearing beside them. "Wheezie told us you live with them, so we assumed you were her mother."

"No problem," you replied with a polite smile. "It’s nice to meet you all."

You greeted the girl’s parents and friends, exchanging a few words about their afternoon together.

Wheezie, on the other hand, seemed completely comfortable with you being there.

"See you tomorrow," she said to her friends, and after making sure she had all her stuff, she followed you to the car.

As you drove back home, she leaned back in her seat, looking relaxed.

"They thought you were my mom," she said suddenly, glancing at you.

You let out a small laugh.

"Yeah, I heard."

"It didn’t bother me," she admitted with a small shrug. "It doesn’t bother me when it’s you."

You turned slightly to look at her, surprised by her honesty.

"Thanks, Wheez," you said with a genuine smile.

She just nodded, like it wasn’t a big deal.

But to you, it was.

Weeks had passed with a deceptive calm after Rafe had left.

Life went on, and though the house was quieter without him around, you didn’t spare a second thinking about it.

But that all changed one afternoon when you got home after being out for a few hours.

You walked in, planning to head straight to your room, but then you noticed the odd atmosphere in the house.

There was murmuring among the staff, an unusual movement.

"What’s going on?" you asked one of them, stopping in the hallway.

The man hesitated before answering.

"Mr. Rafe is back, ma’am," he finally said. "But he’s not well. He’s sick."

You frowned.

"Sick?"

"Very sick," he confirmed. "He came with Miss Sofía, but she had to go home and said she’d be back later."

You didn’t know why, but an uneasy feeling settled in your chest.

Without thinking too much, you turned on your heel and quickly went upstairs.

You headed straight for his room.

The door was slightly open.

You pushed it gently and stepped inside.

The first thing you noticed was the heavy air and the dim lighting.

The curtains were drawn, leaving the room in partial darkness, and the sound of Rafe’s labored breathing filled the space.

He was lying in bed, shirtless, with the sheets tangled around him.

His skin was pale but covered in sweat.

You approached carefully.

"Rafe," you called softly.

He shifted slightly, blinking slowly.

When his eyes landed on you, there was a moment of confusion before he managed to focus.

"What… what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice rough like it hurt to even speak.

"I heard you were sick," you said. "I wanted to check on you."

Rafe squinted, a slight grimace appearing on his face.

"Worried about me?" he muttered, sounding disbelieving, though weak.

"Yeah," you answered honestly.

He let out a rough chuckle, but immediately winced like it hurt.

"I don’t believe you," he murmured.

You sighed.

You weren’t in the mood to argue with him when he barely had the strength to stay awake.

You stood up, ready to leave, but then you felt his hand grab yours.

His grip wasn’t strong, but it was enough to stop you.

His skin was hot, too hot.

You turned to look at him and saw that his eyes, still a bit glassy, were locked on you.

"Don’t go," he whispered.

Something in his voice, in his vulnerability, made you nod without even thinking.

"I’m just going to make you some tea for the fever," you said softly.

It took him a couple of seconds to let go of your hand, like his body was resisting it.

When he finally did, you turned and walked out of the room with a strange knot in your stomach.

You headed to the kitchen with determined steps.

You didn’t know why you cared so much.

Rafe was a grown man; he could take care of himself, and Sofía would probably be back soon to handle it.

But still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had to do something.

You walked into the kitchen and found one of the maids, who looked at you curiously.

"Do you need anything, ma’am?"

"I’m making some tea," you said, moving naturally around the cabinets.

"I can do it for you."

"No, I want to do it myself."

She didn’t insist.

You grabbed a pot and poured water into it, setting it to heat on low.

As you waited, you carefully selected the herbs you needed.

You knew exactly what to do: a mix of mint and chamomile to ease the discomfort, a bit of ginger to help with the fever, and some lemon leaves for a good taste.

When the water was ready, you added the ingredients and waited a few minutes, letting the herbs release their properties.

Then, you poured the liquid into a cup and let it cool.

There was no point in giving him something hot when his temperature was already too high.

Once it was cool enough, you picked up the cup and left the kitchen, heading back to his room.

When you got there, you carefully pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Rafe was still in the same position you had left him in, eyes half-closed and breathing heavily.

He looked completely exhausted.

You walked over and placed the cup on the nightstand.

"You need to sit up to drink this," you said softly.

He groaned, clearly too drained to move.

You rolled your eyes.

"Come on, it’s not that hard," you insisted.

Placing one hand on his arm and the other on his back, you helped him sit up.

His skin burned under your touch.

When he was finally upright, he took a shaky breath and rested his head against the headboard.

"Here," you said, handing him the cup.

He took it, staring at it with a confused expression.

"What is it?"

"Cold tea. It'll help with the fever."

He looked at you like he was surprised you knew something like that.

But he didn’t say anything.

He took a sip and closed his eyes, as if the simple act of swallowing drained him.

"Thanks," he murmured after a while.

You weren’t sure if it surprised you that he said it or if you just didn’t expect it from him.

"Just drink it," you replied, unsure how to react to his gratitude.

As he did, you reached out to check his forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.

You frowned.

"You’ve got a high fever, but it'll go down," you said calmly. "You’ll be fine soon."

He didn’t respond, just took another sip before lying back down like even that had taken too much effort.

You watched him for a few more seconds before deciding you had done enough.

"Get some rest," you said quietly, turning toward the door.

As you stepped out, you closed it softly behind you.

And then, you let out a sigh.

It had been a few hours since you left Rafe in his room, and the rest of the afternoon went by normally.

The house was quiet, too quiet for your liking, leaving you with too much time to think about everything that had happened.

When Ward got home later that night, you went to greet him and decided to mention Rafe, though you kept it casual.

"Rafe came back today," you said as you walked with him toward his office.

Ward nodded absentmindedly, not even looking at you.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. He was really sick, by the way. Had a high fever when he got here."

Ward sighed, rubbing his temple.

"He’ll get better. He always does."

You frowned.

"You don’t care at all, do you?"

He gave you a tired smile.

"If I had to worry every time Rafe got himself into trouble, I’d never have time for anything else."

You didn’t know what to say to that.

Ward just kept walking to his office, ending the conversation.

It wasn’t the reaction you expected, but it didn’t really surprise you either.

You sighed and went to bed, not thinking too much about it.

The next morning, you woke up early and went downstairs to have breakfast alone.

The dining room was completely silent, the only sound being the soft clink of porcelain as you poured tea into your cup.

You took a sip, enjoying the quiet moment.

But then, the door opened, and Rafe walked in.

You looked at him in surprise.

He looked better.

The sickly, worn-out look from last night was gone, though he still seemed a little pale.

"Morning," he said, his voice a bit rough.

"Morning," you replied, setting your cup down. "How are you feeling?"

He shrugged as he took a seat across from you.

"Better."

You were relieved to hear it, though you didn’t say it out loud.

"Good."

Rafe took a sip of his coffee before looking at you again.

"Thanks for... yesterday."

You tensed slightly.

"It was nothing," you said flatly.

He smirked a little, like he didn’t quite believe you, but he didn’t push it.

There was a brief silence before you decided to ask,

"Where’s Sofia? I didn’t see her when I got back yesterday."

Rafe looked away, stirring his coffee.

"She’s busy with her family and work."

"Oh."

You didn’t ask anything else.

If there was something off about his response, you chose to ignore it.

He didn’t seem eager to talk about it either because he changed the subject almost immediately.

"And my dad?"

"Working. As usual."

He nodded, like that was no surprise.

Another silence.

Then, out of nowhere, Rafe looked at you with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"What are you doing today?"

You raised an eyebrow, not understanding his sudden curiosity.

"Not much."

"Want to go for a walk?"

His question caught you off guard.

"I don’t think that’d be appropriate."

"Why not?"

You looked at him incredulously.

"You know why."

He smiled, tilting his head.

"No, you tell me."

You pursed your lips, realizing there was no point in continuing that conversation.

So you just looked back at your cup of tea and took a sip.

Rafe let out a small chuckle but didn’t push any further.

After breakfast, Rafe left without saying much else.

You stayed in the dining room a little longer, enjoying the quiet morning, but after a while, you decided you needed to get out.

You didn’t want to spend the whole day stuck in the house, especially when you’d been feeling more restless than usual lately.

So you grabbed your bag, left without telling anyone, and walked to the shopping district.

You spent the afternoon going from store to store, enjoying the feeling of doing something for yourself.

You bought a few new clothes, nothing too flashy, just enough to treat yourself a little.

After a while, you sat down at a café, ordering a latte and a croissant.

You looked out the window, taking small sips of your coffee, enjoying the quiet moment.

By the time you got back home, it was already dark.

You expected to find someone in the living room or at least hear some noise from somewhere, but the house was completely silent.

There was no one there except Ward.

You found him in his study, looking over some documents with a tired expression.

"Where is everyone?" you asked, leaning against the doorframe.

He barely glanced up before going back to his papers.

"Sarah’s doing her thing. Wheezie’s at a friend’s house. And Rafe… who knows."

You frowned.

Something about his tone made you press your lips together.

You hadn’t planned on saying anything else, but somehow, the conversation took a turn you didn’t expect.

You weren’t even sure when it started, but suddenly, you were arguing with Ward.

It was his indifferent tone, the way he acted like nothing mattered.

Like he was always right.

Like there was nothing you could say to change his mind.

And that pissed you off.

The words got sharper, the comments more cutting.

You had never argued with him like this before.

Sure, you’d had disagreements, but never like this.

This time was different.

More real.

More intense.

You didn’t even know how it got to this point, you just knew you didn’t want to be there anymore.

And when Rafe showed up in the middle of the argument, you decided it was time to leave.

You didn’t want him to hear any more than he already had.

So without thinking much about it, you turned on your heels and walked out of the house.

Ward just sighed, exhausted, and shut himself in his room.

But Rafe didn’t let you leave alone.

You heard his footsteps behind you, quick, following.

You weren’t surprised.

"Where are you going?" he asked, catching up to you and grabbing your arm to make you stop.

You pulled away gently, but you didn’t keep walking.

"Anywhere," you said without looking at him. "I just don’t want to be there."

Rafe studied you in silence for a moment.

And then, without much ceremony, he said, "I’m coming with you."

You turned to look at him.

"You don’t have to."

"I know."

You sighed, knowing there was no convincing him otherwise.

"Fine," you said finally.

He nodded, like he had expected that answer from the start.

Rafe didn’t say anything when you got into the car with him, he just started the engine and pulled away from the main road.

He drove surprisingly calmly, considering how impulsive he could be sometimes.

The city lights faded behind you as he took a less-traveled road, surrounded by trees and darkness.

You didn’t ask where you were going.

You didn’t really care.

You just wanted to be away.

After a while, Rafe pulled up at a small abandoned dock by the lake.

The water was calm, reflecting the dark sky with only a few stars visible.

You got out of the car without waiting for instructions, hugging yourself when the cold night breeze brushed against your skin.

"Why here?" you asked as he closed the car door.

"It's quiet," he answered simply.

And it was.

The only sound was the soft splashing of water against the old wooden dock.

You walked together along the edge of the lake, no rush, no real destination.

After a few minutes, you decided to break the silence.

"Tell me the truth," you said, stopping and glancing at him.

Rafe raised an eyebrow.

"About what?"

"About the first thing you thought of me when we met."

He smiled, but it wasn’t a kind smile.

"You want me to be honest?"

You nodded.

"I didn’t like you," he said bluntly.

It wasn’t surprising, but it still stung a little to hear it out loud.

"Why?" you asked, curious.

"Because I thought you were an opportunist."

You stared at him for a moment, processing his words.

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting.

You just looked away and kept walking.

Rafe kept up with you.

"But I don’t think that anymore," he added after a few seconds.

"You don’t?" you murmured skeptically.

"You don’t seem like you’re trying to ruin my dad."

You let out a dry laugh.

"Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence."

He gave a small smile but didn’t say anything else.

You walked a little further before stopping.

You didn’t know why, you just felt like you couldn’t keep going.

You stood there, staring at the water, and without warning, tears started falling.

Rafe frowned.

"What’s wrong?"

You shook your head, feeling ridiculous.

"I don’t know," you admitted, your voice shaky. "I feel overwhelmed, but I don’t know why."

Maybe it was the argument with Ward, the constant tension in the house, or just the fact that nothing lately felt under your control.

Everything felt like too much.

Rafe stepped closer and, without thinking much, pulled you into him.

You didn’t push him away.

You didn’t want to.

You sank into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body as his arms wrapped around you firmly.

"You’re too beautiful to be crying," he murmured against your hair.

You let out a soft laugh, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

"That was cheesy."

"But it worked."

You looked at him, your eyes still wet, and in that moment, he kissed you.

You didn’t pull away.

You didn’t want to.

You didn’t know how long it lasted, but when you broke apart, he whispered something against your lips.

You didn’t let him finish.

You shook your head and took a step back.

"We should head back."

Rafe didn’t argue.

He just looked at you for a moment before nodding and walking back to the car with you.

The drive home was silent.

Rafe drove with an unreadable expression, and you stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past.

You didn’t speak.

Neither did he.

But the tension was there, thick in the air.

When you got home, everything was calm.

Ward was already asleep, which, in a way, was a relief.

You didn’t have the energy for another difficult conversation.

Without saying a word, you walked straight to your room, changed, and slipped into bed beside Ward.

He didn’t even stir.

His breathing was deep, lost in a heavy sleep.

You stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, thinking about the kiss at the dock, the warmth of Rafe’s hands on your back, the sound of his voice murmuring against your lips...

You squeezed your eyes shut and forced yourself to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up early.

Ward was already up and in the bathroom, so you got up, threw on a light robe, and went to the dining room.

When you walked in, Rafe was already there, sitting at the table with Sofía next to him.

They looked good together, or at least that’s what anyone would think at first glance.

She was put together, her hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders, and her smile was calm.

He, on the other hand, had the same unreadable expression from the night before.

"Good morning," you greeted politely.

Sofía returned the greeting warmly, and Rafe just nodded, watching you as you took a seat next to Ward, who arrived a few minutes later.

Breakfast started off peaceful.

The conversation was light, nothing too deep.

Ward asked about business, Sofía talked about her family, and you kept your attention on your coffee and the plate in front of you.

Until you saw it.

Sofía slid her hand across the table and gently took Rafe’s, intertwining their fingers.

You didn’t know why, but instinctively, you looked up.

Rafe looked at you too.

For a second, the world seemed to slow down.

His blue eyes locked onto yours, and then, without looking away, he casually pulled his hand from Sofía’s.

She didn’t seem to notice much, she just kept talking.

You, on the other hand, lowered your gaze to your coffee, bringing it to your lips for a sip.

And you smiled.

You had always been a little possessive.

Not in a crazy way, you didn’t like that, but there were certain things that belonged to you, and you didn’t tolerate someone else taking them.

Seeing Rafe pull his hand away from Sofía after looking at you gave you a satisfaction you didn’t want to overanalyze.

You took the last sip of your coffee and stood up calmly, sliding your chair back without making a sound.

"I’m going to get ready," you said simply, not looking at anyone in particular.

Ward nodded, focused on his conversation with Rafe. Sofía gave you a polite smile before turning back to her plate.

You went up to your room and opened the closet, scanning your options before settling on a navy blue dress, short and form-fitting.

The neckline was elegant, just enough to highlight your figure without being too revealing.

You paired it with nude high heels, which made your legs look longer and contrasted perfectly with the deep blue of the dress.

You styled your hair, leaving it loose in soft waves that framed your face, and applied subtle but flattering makeup.

When you walked downstairs, you felt a gaze slowly traveling over every inch of your body.

Rafe.

He was standing there, one hand in his pocket, his eyes tracing a slow path from your legs to your face.

He didn’t say a word.

But as you walked past him, he brushed his hand against yours in the slightest way.

A barely-there touch, but enough to send a spark of electricity through your skin.

You didn’t react. You just kept walking, head held high.

Ward was sitting on the couch, looking through some documents when you approached him.

"I’m going with Wheezie," you said casually.

He barely lifted his eyes from his papers, nodding absentmindedly.

"Alright, take care of her."

"I always do."

You gave him a small smile before turning toward the door.

You didn’t need to look back to know that Rafe was still watching you.

That day, you didn’t see Rafe again.

After spending the day with Wheezie, you got back home and got ready to go out to dinner with Ward. You picked an elegant but simple dress, and the two of you went to an exclusive restaurant in the city.

Dinner was calm, with Ward talking about business while you listened, nodding at the right moments. He asked if everything was okay, and you just smiled and told him it was.

The next morning, breakfast was a little more crowded. Ward sat at the head of the table, Rafe and Sofia were next to each other, Sarah hadn’t come down yet, and Wheezie was busy on her phone while eating.

That’s when you got the invitation from your sister.

You weren’t close, barely talked, but her message said she wanted to see you.

"We could go horseback riding together," she had written.

You thought about it for a moment before replying that you’d go.

Looking up from your phone, you glanced at the others at the table.

"My sister invited us over."

Ward nodded immediately, not thinking much about it.

"We haven’t seen her since the wedding."

"She said she wanted to see me," you clarified. "That we could go riding."

You noticed the way Rafe looked at you for a second, but you looked away.

"Are we all going?" Sofia asked curiously.

"Yeah, if you want to," you replied.

And just like that, it was settled. After breakfast, you all got ready for the visit.

Your sister’s place was huge.

The house had a classic style, with sprawling gardens and a pristine stable where they kept their horses.

One of them was yours.

Or at least, it had been.

After your father passed away, you left it there. You distanced yourself from riding and hadn’t visited much since.

Walking into the stable, the scent of hay and leather surrounded you.

Your sister was waiting for you with a measured smile on her face.

"I thought you'd never accept my invitation."

"I'm here," you simply said.

She nodded and looked toward the horses.

"Are you going to ride yours?"

You looked at the animal that used to be yours, its coat shining and eyes alert.

You didn’t answer right away.

You carefully took the reins, approaching the horse with a mix of nostalgia and hesitation.

You whispered its name softly, and the animal blinked before slightly lowering its head toward you, like it remembered you after all this time.

A small flicker of emotion lit up in your chest, but you didn’t let it grow too much.

You mounted easily, adjusting your posture while your sister did the same with her horse.

You didn’t talk much as you rode around the property.

Words between you two had always been measured, almost superficial, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t some familiarity in the silence.

The sound of hooves on the grass set a steady rhythm until, in the distance, another horse approached.

You turned your head and saw Rafe, riding with the confidence of someone who had done this many times before.

"Mind if I join?" he asked with a light smile.

Your sister nodded without objection, but not long after, she excused herself, saying she had things to do.

So you were left alone with him.

"Where's Sofía?" you asked, guiding your horse at a slow pace.

"Inside. She doesn’t know how to ride."

"I didn’t know you did."

Rafe smirked.

"I have a lot of surprises."

You rolled your eyes lightly and kept riding.

The cool afternoon air made the moment nice, even relaxing.

But several times, you felt Rafe’s gaze on you.

At first, you ignored it.

But when you turned your head and caught him staring at you again, you decided to ask directly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Rafe didn’t look away.

"Because you're really beautiful."

You weren’t expecting such a direct answer.

But it didn’t make him uncomfortable to say it, either.

You smiled, not giving it more importance than you wanted to.

You rode for a while longer without the mood turning awkward.

Until you decided you’d had enough.

"We should head back."

Rafe nodded and matched your pace, following you back.

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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> kang yeosang x reader warning(s) -> mentions of prostitution, mentions of sex toys, mentions of non-conscensual sex, spiked drinks, abuse/neglect, etc. words -> 3.8K

abstract -> The famous doberman hybrid... something is happening behind closed doors and not just fruits and chocolate.

y/n perspective

“You are somehow worse now that you have hybrids” Wonyoung scolded me as she looked through my closet forcing me to go out with her. She said that I hadn't hung out with her and the girls for three months now.

Which honestly was true… Now with Wooyoung and San, I don’t really leave. And I was busy with my new book that I've started writing.

“There, you're ready! And the driver will be here in five minutes so let's start going down” she said as she dragged me out and I saw Wooyoung and San fighting over the remote.

“Stop hogging the TV!” San scolded and I laughed at the two which must've caught their attention. “She’s leaving so be on your best behavior with you both! I’ll return her soon~” Wonyoung said as we were now in the elevator I waved at the two hybrids who seemed displeased.

“Where are we even going?” I asked and she smiled. “There's this new restaurant that just opened. Apparently, Winter got us reservations for tonight” she said and I sighed.

No wonder she dressed me up this way.

The drive was a bit long as we arrived at this restaurant which had quite a big line. “Woah,” I said and she giggled. “Told ya!” she said and we cut the line as the hostess let us in and took us to our table. It was a really pretty place.

“y/n!!” I heard as I saw Winter, NingNing, Liz, and Eunchae. “Hi! It's really been a while” I said and they smiled. “Yeah cause you're busy with your hybrids. You’re welcome by the way!” Eunchae said and I smiled. “I owe you one” I said and she smiled.

“Even though one of them attacked you?” Liz asked worried and I sighed. “We don’t mention that," I said, forgetting what happened.

“How is the traumatized one?” Wonyoung asked while looking at the menu. “San is doing better. Working through some things but he’s a lot better now” I said and they nodded.

“I heard this place is actually the best at their dessert!” Eunchae sad Winter, NingNing, and Wonyoung whined. “Diet?” Liz asked and they nodded. “It's a special night! Cheat it!” I said and they chuckled. The waiter came to take our order and we talked when…

“Hello, girls!!” I heard as I saw someone I didn’t recognize. Suddenly Wonyoung’s mood seemed to drastically change.

“Oh? I don’t recognize you three?” she said pointing to me, Liz, and Eunchae. I also noticed the hybrid beside her… he looked thin.

“Introduce me!” She said annoyingly and the three looked annoyed and unamused. “Eunchae, Liz, y/n. Meet e/n '' Wonyoung said and she smiled sweetly. e/n… I heard her through Wonyoung stating how rude and conniving she was. Two-faced snake as she would say...

She was apparently famous because of her hybrid Yeosang who was a model, and online influencer.

“I didn’t know you guys were friends with people outside of the beauty industry. That's a bit risky” she said and the three scoffed. “I have a reservation with others, but honestly they’re quite annoying. You guys don’t mind me joining right?” she said as she laughed it off and sat down.

I already hated her.

“So what do you girls have planned?” she said, ignoring us. I looked at Liz and Eunchae who looked quite annoyed. Eunchae pointed at her phone…

I opened mine to see a new group chat…

Beauty Influcers + “Common folk” Eunchae – so are we gonna just take this slander? Liz – suddenly I wanna go to the restroom 🧍 y/n – why’d she come in that way though? Just barged in our girl's night 😢

We were complaining through the group chat when: “You know it's rude to be on your phone when you're in a restaurant” she said and we looked at each other.

“Well, when you ignore them and tell us it's risky that they are our friends I don’t blame them? What are they supposed to do, sit there and get ignored?” Wonyoung said and she scoffed.

“It's not my fault you're friends with people like them? They’ll destroy your reputation” she said and I scoffed. “The daughter of a rich CEO, an actress, and a model will destroy our reputation, girls,” NingNing said sarcastically. “Oh? Upcoming model and actress? Who’s the daughter of a CEO?” she asked and the girls looked at me.

“So what do you do? Or are you even planning on working?” she asked me and I scoffed. “I’m actually a writer," I explained and she laughed.

“A writer? Are you any good at it?” she asked with a clear judging tone to her attitude. “She’s done lots of things, but she writes novels now,” Winter said in my defense and she hummed.

“You know… I need a script to write for videos I do with Yeosang here. He’s a popular hybrid. I'm sure you’ve seen his videos~” she bragged and I rolled my eyes.

“No thanks. I’m currently writing a book” I muttered and she hummed. “I hate to break your passion, sweetie. But believe me, I can pay you more than you’ll ever make on those silly little stories" she said and I couldn't defend myself as the waiter finally came and took our order.

She made the conversation about herself… I half expected her to leave for her so-called reservation. Instead she stayed until dessert.

That's when I decided to pay attention to the hybrid next to her. She’d order him very small plates of food. He’d also barely touch his food while she ate much more than him.

He wouldn’t look up at us and he sat up properly.

“He’s pretty right?” She said while looking at me. “You wouldn’t believe the amount of stuff I have to do just to manage him. He’s just so pretty that everyone wants a piece of him” she said with a clear smirk on her face.

“She already has hybrids,” Eunchae said and she looked surprised. “I bet not as pretty as my Yeosangie~,” she said and I scoffed.

“Honestly… If San wasn’t bad with people, he could’ve been a really good hybrid model” Liz said and I smiled. “San is really pretty. It's always exotic hybrids who also are sought after '' Winter said and I think they were doing it on purpose. Now taking her attention of.

“I bet Yeosang is better behaved. He can do anything and everything right!” she said and I wondered what she meant by that.

“You look confused? Wanna find out?” she asked and I was confused as to what she was implying. “Maybe it’ll convince you to work for me?” she asked and I scoffed.

“Please… we told her time and time again that panther was nothing but trouble but she always gives him the most attention along with that fox of hers," Wonyoung said as she fixed her lip gloss in front of our unwanted guest.

“Oh, but he's so sweet! And he’s the best cook I've ever seen!” Liz complimented Wooyoung. “You have a fox and a panther? What a weird duo” she said and I shrugged.

“Here,” she said, now handing me a card. It was a QR code with a location on it. “Trust me. Go and you’ll understand what I’m talking about” she said with a smug face.

Yeosang beside her looked… sad? His ears twitched downwards and he had a tired frown on his face as he looked at his full plate, not even enough for a toddler.

“It’ll be fun~”

“y/nnie!!” I heard as I walked inside and kicked off my heels. I hugged Wooyoung who was right in front of me. “Are you okay?” he asked and I sighed.

“I hate people” I muttered and I heard two chuckles. “What happened, kitty?” I heard San say as his face got closer to mine and smiled.

“I’m never leaving this place again,” I said he now looked concerned. Wooyoung lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “You must've had a really bad day,” Wooyoung asked and I hummed… “But you got all dressed up… how could you look so pretty and be sad” San teased and I sighed.

“Can I ask you two something?” I asked and I could only see San nod clearly confused. “Can a hybrid really be happy with an owner who can buy everything but be used and overworked?” I asked and they sighed.

“I don’t know… All I wanted was to belong somewhere, I wasn’t given everything I wanted materialistically but I just wanted attention and love” Wooyoung said as he put me down to my bed. “I wouldn't be. You offered me the world but I was sure you’d abuse me… even with everything you gave me, that thought made me angry. I would’ve resented you '' San confessed and I thought back to Yeosang.

He had to have been lying right?

“Why do you guys keep your collars on without taking them off?” I asked and they shrugged. “I like it. It's a sense of security, '' Wooyoung said happily. “It's a pretty comfortable collar… I haven't had it bother me. It's almost like when you wear those tight-fitted necklaces' ' San explained.

“If it did hurt though I wouldn’t wear it for long periods of time” Wooyoung explained. “Why do you ask?” San asked and I shook my head.

“There was this hybrid I saw with this woman. She… was cocky, rude, and insensitive, and yet the way he acts around her reminded me of a trained hybrid. One who was abused and taught to be submissive” I explained and they looked at each other.

“Well… that's common. It's why hybrids pity those in the upper class. They get abused more than a common household would. Even then the percentage is still high” Wooyoung explained and I felt my heart ache.

“Which is why we’re thankful for you. You actually care about us ” San said as he now jumped onto my bed next to me. Wooyoung also joined.

I only ever felt loved by them… and I loved them back.

yeosang's perspective

“How many times have I told you?! You’re just constantly humiliating me!” she yelled while throwing a wine bottle.

“It's fine… you’ll make it up to me right?” she asked with a soft smile and ‘innocent’ eyes. Why did I always fall for it? Why couldn’t I make her proud…

“That girl. The writer, she’s well connected not to mention the daughter of rich parents” she said and I felt dirty as I knew what she wanted.

“You know what to do right, yeosang-ie!” she said with a big smile. I nodded and she left me alone in my room.

All the luxury in the world wasn’t worth it.

Her stupid penthouse apartment just made me feel unloved, neglected, and like a slave.

The beautiful clothing made me feel disgusting… and this stupid sparkly collar with this lock only gave me pain. A constant reminder of how I was just a pet.

That girl… she had two hybrids. I pity any hybrid who had a rich owner.

But at least they weren't alone.

I sat on the couch waiting for the door to open. I was dressed in simple black clothing… There were a lot of erotic items in the bedroom and even the kitchen.

What fantasy would I have to portray this time?

I heard the door click and I stood up with my head down to show her respect… even if she didn't deserve it. “Have fun~” I heard my owner’s voice. I saw the same girl from the other night look at my owner as she closed the door. She is pretty… I'd at least admit that.

She turned to me and her face was flushed. Was she drunk? Most of the people who come here are… I hate this apartment.

“Hello, how may I serve–” “Is there any food?”

She cut me off and I sighed… I couldn’t have guessed she was into that. Then again it's always a surprise. She opened the fridge and sighed. “Why is there so much fruit and chocolate?” she whined. She brought it out and began… eating it?

Was she just hungry?

“Is there something specifically you wanted? I could request it from room service?” I asked and she sighed. She shook her head and continued eating the bowl of fruit. Occasionally dip it in chocolate. “I think he has food ready at home… When is the driver gonna be here?: she asked. “W-what?” I was confused. “The driver? e/n told me they’d be here…” she wandered off.

Did she not know what she was pushed into?

“By the way, she's a bitch?” She said casually, making me let out a quick laugh. It was a random thing to mention. “Hmm. Is it offensive to call someone a bitch if you’re a dog?” she asked and I laughed. “No… not really. Humans made it an insult and if you haven't noticed im not a female” I explained and she nodded.

“Why are you here? Did she want you to convince me to work for her again?” she asked and I didn’t know what to say. “Cause she's a bitch. I make a living off my books… So why is she asking me to do something so simple as scripts? Shouldn’t that be her job?” she complained and I smiled softly.

“Do you know why you’re here?” I asked and she nodded and felt my heart drop. “I’m waiting for the driver,” she explained and I let out a sigh. “I really want to go home. I’m hungry and these fruits aren’t helping” she complained and she started to hiccup. She really was drunk… out of her mind.

“What do you want to eat?” I asked now curious. She smiled softly… “I think Sannie wanted meat again. Anything he wants is fine” she said with a smile. Was that her hybrid?

“Who is he?” I asked and she grinned. “A beautiful panther” she muttered as she wandered off with a stupid smile on her face. “Is that right?” I asked now envious. “Mhm… he deserves the world, him and Woo. I’d give them everything I own to make them happy…” she trailed off. Was she actually good to them?

“What are they like?” I asked and she giggled. “The best…” she said progressively now, getting sleepy after eating. “That collar… doesn’t it hurt?” she asked me and I was shocked she’d ask.

“I’ll be okay” I lied and she hummed. “When’s the driver getting here” she muttered as she now closed her eyes. She sat there with her head in her hands.

She looked like an angel… suddenly her phone rang. It sounded to be coming from her purse… I opened it making sure not to move her to try to turn it off. Instead, I answered the call… “y/n? Where are you, Wonyoung has literally texted everyone to know where you went?” a male voice said… the name was read as Doyoung?

“y/n?” he asked and I didn’t know what to say. “Do I have to call you, Yuta or Johnny?” he asked, sounding worried. “She’s drunk,” I said and it was silent. “Who are you?” he asked now with an angry voice. “e/n took her to an apartment? I’m her hybrid…” I said and he sighed. He asked where the apartment was and I told him. She wasn’t supposed to be here… she was supposed to be at a party out with friends and go home to a warm meal with her hybrids. I was jealous.

I watched as she slept and I thought about taking her to the bedroom but… I didn’t want to see the array of toys, rope, etc to be there. She was better off sleeping here…

The door was soon met with aggressive knocking. I picked her up bridal style not wanting to let them in. They’d know if they saw everything in here… I stopped at the door. They’d know everything here… would they help me? Report it? I’ve tried before… could it be a trick to punish me?

The door soon swung open to reveal a girl and a guy.

“Do something, you're the hybrid specialist!” she yelled/whispered. Hybrid specialist? Would he help me… was I even considered abused? “I’m a hybrid doctor, not a specialist!” he said.

I could hurt her… but she didn’t deserve it. She seemed like a good person…

He soon tried inching closer… he was gonna grab her from my arms–

“Ouch!” he yelled in pain and I hoped he’d do something. Call hybrid control… I’d beg on my knees for him to do something about the bite mark now oozing blood.

“Doyoung!” the girl next to him yelled out as he grip his arm.

“Call, Kun we don’t know what he did to her and he bit me. We’ll have to do an investigation”

-> y/n’s perspective

“She’s always been a heavy sleeper” I heard as I realized how cold it was. “y/n!!” I heard as I realized how bright the room was. “Huh?” I was confused… Where was I? Why did I have such a big headache? “Jeno, give her some space” I heard and I saw three figures looking down on me.

“Uhm… hello?” I said and they smiled softly. “We’re glad you’re okay,” Taeyong said and I nodded. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, realizing how big of a headache I had.

“You were in an apartment with a doberman hybrid. He bit Doyoung and is being investigated” Taeyong said and I was confused. “Just know that you’ll have to make a statement if you remember anything. I hope you’re okay” he said as he left and Jeno rushed to get Johnny as they helped me check out of the emergency room. “y/n!!” I heard that I saw Wonyoung in last night’s dress. “What happened?” I asked and she shook her head.

“I was hoping you’d tell me”

The elevator door opened when I saw San and Wooyoung slumped over the kitchen island sleeping. Have they been waiting for me since last night? Everything is such a blur…

I rubbed San’s arm knowing I should wake him up first since Wooyoung might startle him. His eyes opened and he saw me with relieved eyes. He suddenly tackled me in a tight hug as I noticed his ears were pinned to his skull. “Where were you!” he yelled and I didn’t know what to say.

“We waited all night!!” San scolded them and they looked angry… “I don’t know” was the only thing I could say. They seemed to soften up a bit before calming down and hugging me.

“What do you mean by that?” they questioned and everything was a blur. “I don’t even remember drinking that much… I was told apparently someone took me to an apartment where her hybrid was? Then Wonyoung and Doyoung found me asleep” I confessed.

San looked angry and Wooyoung worried.

“You smelt of alcohol… and medicine but no one’s scent that would imply anything,” San said.

“Do you think someone spiked your drink?” Wooyoung asked and I shrugged. “That seems like the logical reason…” I muttered now feeling stupid.

“You said someone took you to another apartment. They most likely spiked your drink, it isn’t your fault” San said and I only looked down.

I need to try to remember what happened… maybe after a nap.

I woke up… very confused and with a huge headache. I needed to call Taeyong.

I left the bed that had Wooyoung and San as I realized it was night. We went to sleep early in the morning when I came back since the three of us lost sleep.

“Are you okay?” I heard as I was now on the balcony. “Taeyong, is it a crime to spike someone’s drink? Could they get arrested for it?” I asked. “Of course. Do you remember anything?” He asked me… he almost seemed hesitant.

“Yeah… e/n she’s an influencer who manages her hybrid—“ I soon saw the door to go back inside open as I saw San and Wooyoung looking at me worried. I offered them a small smile and tapped the seat next to me. “— I remember her handing me a drink and we had a conversation about her stupid job offer” I explained.

Wooyoung hugged me and rubbed his head on my shoulder almost as if he wanted to keep me warm.

“Do you remember anything that happened in the apartment?” He asked with worry laced in his voice.

“Nothing happened… her hybrid was there alone. I remember just raiding the fridge of strawberries?” I said, trying to remember.

I heard his laugh as San now held my free hand. “I’m glad to hear nothing malicious happened. I’ll make sure to give information to Jaehyun in case a lawsuit comes” he said and I nodded to myself.

“Taeyong? There are rumors about her… Wonyoung at the party told me about her invitation. She handed me one about three days ago? It’s a sex invitation with her hybrid… he does her sex work” I said and I felt San and Wooyoung’s grip tighten on me.

“Did he push you into doing anything?” He asked, sounding a little angry. “No… actually he seemed sweet. The night of the dinner he seemed submissive, I think he’s forced into it” I said my opinion as Taeyong only hummed.

“Do you know anything else I should look into?” He asked and I sighed. “I think she blackmails people… I remember Wonyoung mentioning her suing a few people for inappropriate behavior towards him. I think she wanted to do the same with me” I confessed.

“I’ll look into it,” he said as we said our goodbye and hung up.

“Are you okay?” Wooyoung asked and I smiled softly as I kissed his head. “Yeah… nothing happened despite her intention. I just feel bad for him” I said and they nodded.

“I couldn’t imagine how it would feel to be forced into a life like that. You said he was famous right?” San asked and I nodded.

“I feel bad for whoever it is… but if it was me I would just take it. At least I had a home” Wooyoung said sadly and I hugged him. “But it’s not you,” I said and he smiled softly as he kissed me softly.

“And I’m thankful to you and San for that,” he said as I saw San smile softly.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way”

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Valentine reloaded

Summary: Your fiancé breaks your heart on Valentine’s Day out of all days.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, former!(any male character) x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, break-up, mentions/implied cheating, fluff, Bucky being the best, flirting

A different kind of Valentine

Bucky pulled the chair for you and whispered soothing words in your ear. He tried to help you forget about what happened earlier that day. “That’s my favorite restaurant, doll. I hope you like it.”

“Oh, I wanted to try it out for so long. But—” You sighed deeply and shook your head. “I like it already. The ambiance is nice, and I like the cute aprons the waitresses are wearing.”

“You have a good eye for details,” Bucky smirked at your flustered state. “Relax, doll. I won’t bite or eat you alive.”

“Maybe I’m into biting,” you retorted and mirrored his smirk. “You never know about people’s kinks until you end up in bed with them.”

Bucky laughed at your attitude. “I like you already.” He said and sat down to have a look at the menu. “What do you like?”

“I like it spicy, wild but with lots of kissing and gentle touches,” you grinned at Bucky. “OH! You meant the food.”

“You are something else,” Bucky snickered and dropped his eyes to the menu. He’d love to hear more about your preferences in the bedroom but decided against it. You were still hurting and tried to hide the pain another man caused with your cockiness. “I’d love to know everything about you.”

“I think you’d get bored, just like him if you knew everything about me,” you whispered. The light in your eyes and the smirk gone you tried to keep yourself together. “Sorry, I didn’t want to ruin your mood.”

“Doll, you are hurting,” Bucky grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “The man you loved broke your heart and left you for some other girl. You can be sad about it.”

“I don’t want to be sad,” suddenly aware that you are at a fancy restaurant, with a handsome and nice man you shook your head. “He doesn’t deserve a single tear. Whatever we had, he ruined it and I won’t let him win. Let’s eat.”

“Let’s eat, Y/N,” Bucky nodded and squeezed your hand before turning his attention back toward the menu. “I’ll go for meat tonight.”

“I knew you were into some meat,” you winked at Bucky and smirked again. “I’ll go for pasta.”

Bucky nodded and called for the waiter. You ordered your food and released one last sigh. This night should’ve been special for you and your now ex-fiancé. All you wanted was to make him happy. And now you realize, it should’ve been him trying to make you happy for once.

“What do you want for dessert?” Bucky asked, watching you with concern. You were lost in thoughts, and he tried to bring you out of your intrusive thoughts.

“Can you recommend anything?” You asked and looked at Bucky, taking your time to drink his features in. Just now you recognized his eyes, bluer than the ocean you longed to see again for the longest time.

“Doll, you can order whatever your heart desires. My treat,” he softly said. “What do you like? I like the awfully sweet stuff.”

“Sweet,” you giggled. “Really? I thought you were more into the manly kind of dessert.”

“I’m man enough to admit that I like sweet desserts and to caress a woman. All these testosterone-driven wanna-be men are fake. A real man can admit his feelings and make sweet love to a woman.”

“You are laying on thick, huh?” You smiled at Bucky. “I like a man who can manhandle me but make sweet love afterward. The perfect combination of roughness and softness.”

“Y/N, you are making it hard for me to be a gentleman,” Bucky cleared his throat and tried to ignore the desire growing in his pants. He’d love to get to know you better before devouring you.

“Well, you started this, Sir,” you pointed your finger at Bucky. “You cannot talk about your qualities and expect me to not fall for you.”

He chuckled at your words. “I’m warning you, Y/N. If you want me to, I’ll make you fall for me so hard you’ll not even recognize that I put a ring on your finger before you are walking down the aisle.”

“A shotgun wedding, then?” You challenged. “I bet you look even better in a smoking. Let me get a nice dress and we can ride into the sunset.”

“What will you do if I kidnap you and make you my wife?”

You shrugged. “What’s the worst thing that could happen to me? If you wanted to hurt me, you had more than one chance to do so.”

“You are tempting me, doll,” he laughed and tried to play it cool. Bucky was mesmerized by you the moment you slapped him with your clutch. No one ever dared to lay hands on James Buchanan Barnes. Everyone fears the ruthless mobster. “I can still kidnap you after dinner.”

“Good plan, Sir,” you winked at Bucky, feeling a weight get lifted off of your chest. Somehow being around this stranger, you just met helped you forget about your ex-fiancé and his betrayal. “I’m starving and can’t marry a man on an empty stomach.”

“A very good plan, Y/N,” he smiled at you. “Let’s make this dinner worth your time, sweetness.”

Dinner was pleasant. You ate, drank, and chatted with Bucky. Honestly, you didn’t have so much fun for the longest time.

You soon find out that Bucky is easy to talk to. He never judged you or made a face when you ordered the most expensive and delicious dessert you ever ate.

He simply enjoyed your presence and the fact that he made you smile more than once.

When it was time to pay, he refused to let you pay a single buck. It was his pleasure to invite you.

Bucky helped you into your jacket and held the door open for you. You walked next to him, feeling hope bloom in your chest when he suddenly grabbed your hand to hold it.

“That okay?” He murmured. “If not, just say it. I don’t want to overstep.”

“I overstepped by slapping you, Bucky,” you stopped in your tracks to look at him. “You didn’t deserve the slap, or to get yelled at. I’m sorry.”

“Doll, I’ll give you reason in the future to yell at me. Believe me, I’m no saint,” he grinned and wrapped you in a hug. “But I make up for it in the bedroom.”

“Bucky,” you slapped his chest and giggled. “Can we…do this again?” You asked. “I pay next time. I mean…can we go out together or have coffee?”

“We sure will, Y/N,” Bucky said and slung one arm around your shoulder. “Or we could just get married tonight.”

“You’re not funny,” you teased but leaned your head against his shoulder. “Thank you for tonight. You don’t even know me but tried to cheer me up.”

“All for a pretty and sweet dame like you,” he simply said and walked you toward his car. “I’ll drive you home, and make sure you sleep well. I won’t leave you alone tonight.”

Bucky kept his promise and settled on your couch. He knows how hard it is to get your heart broken by the person who should love you the most.

Even though he just met you, Bucky felt responsible for you. That his heart was beating a little too fast close to you didn’t help.

“Fuck,” you sniffled while walking back out of the bedroom, rubbing your tired eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Hey,” Bucky got up from the couch to wrap you in his arms when you started to cry again. “We agreed on not crying over that bastard. Didn’t we?”

You nodded against him. “Yeah.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“Can you hold me for a while?” You hid your face in his chest. “Please.”

“Of course, doll.” He softly replied. Bucky wanted to tell you that he would hold you for all your life if you allowed him to do so. “Let’s get you to bed. I won’t leave your side.”

Best Valentine ever

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 8 months ago

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A Night Forgotten

Part Four

Flashback: The Wedding

What a beautiful, heart-felt ceremony. Emoni had come back from the restroom within the beautifully appointed ballroom. Her friends had picked an exquisite mansion to hold their ceremony and reception. The grand chandelier situated high above them made Emoni feel as if she were a part of Beauty and The Beast. The ivory ball gown the bride wore reminded her of a princess.

As Emoni enters the vast ballroom, she makes a beeline for the bar, needing to start the evening off on the right foot. Everyone began to mingle after filling their bellies with the best food she’d ever had. As she made her way there, her ivory and gold satin bridesmaids gown annoying her, she made eye contact with her ex, Troy, instantly turning her gaze away with frustration. He’d been trying to get her attention the entire time. Emoni wanted nothing to do with his lying, cheating ass.

To her delight, the bartender is a good friend: Brent is dressed up as Cupid for tonight's event, complete with a silly bow and arrow set slung across his chest. Ivory, silk, button down shirt on with the buttons halfway secured, his skin is oiled and painted in golden fairy dust, and his matching satin pants hang low on his hips. He looks like a love slave with fairy-like wings, quite honestly, more fit for a BDSM dungeon than a fairytale wedding.

"Brent, I didn't know you were a bartender, too!" she says as she takes a stool in front of him, tucking a stray curl behind her ear that had fallen from her elegant updo that Brent had given her just that morning. "This hair is fantastic, by the way. I love how it makes me feel, so…"

"Naughty and free?" he suggests.

"Exactly."

She's been his client for the last three years, and over that time, their rapport has been growing by leaps and bounds. It's been a wonder to discover there is more to this silent, talented man than just his good looks and charm.

"The best hairdresser in all of California by day, moonlighting as a mixologist for the newlyweds?! How very mysterious you are, Mr. Clark!”

Brent shrugs one muscular shoulder and flashes a quick grin. "I'm a man of many talents," he reminds her with a wink. "We're always full of surprises, Ms. Daniels."

"Is that so?" she challenges him with a wicked grin. "Why don't you prove it by making me something as unique and unforgettable as this hair Ply me with a menu of drinks guaranteed to end with my socks being knocked off!"

With a mischievous gleam in his dark eyes, he accepts her challenge.

"I do believe I've got just the thing for you, Ms. Daniels…"

Brent sauntered over towards the end of the bar to make her the perfect drink. Emoni swayed in her seat, enjoying the music and refusing to be in a sour mood because of her ex. Fuck him. He doesn’t deserve to steal her joy.

Unfortunately for her, another man known to be a thorn in her side since High School was on his way over, dressed from head to toe in Sebastian Cruz—Italian fabric. It’s a black suit with gold accents, matching the colors of the wedding. He is a groomsmen after all. His tapered locs are braided back and he couldn’t go without wearing his gold canines. He begins as it always does between them: with an acknowledgement and an insult.

"Evening, Daniels," Erik Stevens greets her with a bow of his head, taking up his customary place at her side as she turns up her nose at him, attempting to fake her disgust of him, “How goes the dick hustling tonight?"

She glances over at him, amused. His eyes are shielded with a gold half-mask. Very sexy. She would never tell him that however. With a mouth like his, it was sure to piss her off quickly. he carries a glass tumbler that is filled with melting ice and the tiniest bit of cognac.

Where is Brent with her much needed drink?! She searched the bar and there was no sight of him.

Odd.

Emoni was determined not to give into the whim to kick this smug Prince in his priced jewels. It's far too early in the evening for that sort of a juvenile response, and really she needed a little liquid courage to be that bold.

And why would you kick him in the balls when you actually want to tea bag them? Her salacious thoughts intruded.

"Hello, Stevens," she unenthusiastically responded instead, refusing to call him by his first name. "Still seducing the ladies with a forked tongue, I see."

His serpentine smirk is chased by a sexually-suggestive leer. "You meant silver tongue, I'm sure. And if anyone's out to deceive…you're the one dressed like a seductress, Daniels. Since when do you seduce?” He noticed she didn’t have a drink in her hand, “I take it Brent is still working on your drink?”

Emoni parted her glossy lips to speak but was suddenly rendered speechless. A beautifully-crafted cocktail was situated in front of her, as if it had materialized from nowhere. A striking and vivid pink, tropical flower was placed over the edge of the glass as a garnish. A pretty pink egg-white mixture swirled inside of the glass. It was topped with an orange drizzle and edible glitter.

For the slightest moment, Emoni could have sworn the mysterious drink glowed like it was made of magic. Even Erik couldn’t tear his eyes away from the pretty concoction. Just then, the most alluringly sexy voice brought her gaze forward. Emoni was stunned by the woman’s undeniable beauty. Long, sleek brown hair, feline eyes, chiseled jaw, sculpted body with sinewy curves, and a full set of lips so tempting. She was hypnotic.

“One Aphrodite’s Love Potion for you…”

“Thank you,” Emoni’s eyes searched, “Did Brent leave?”

“He needed to take a quick break. I’m taking over until he gets back…”

Emoni brought the cocktail to her lips and then she paused.

“What’s in this?”

“Gin, triple sec, lemon juice…just to name a few. It looks delicious, doesn’t it?”

Her voice was so beautiful. Erik stood there speechless. As if he were in a trance.

“Go on, drink it. I already know you’ll love it.”

Emoni gave a one shoulder shrug before bringing her lips over the rim and taking a sip. As soon as it touched her tongue, she was immediately hit with a burst of flavor. It was the best drink she’d ever had. She instantly felt a rush, the drink coursing through her body and making her feel all warm and fuzzy.

“It’s delicious. Thank you?—”

“Just call me Dove. It’s a nickname of mine.”

“Thanks, Dove. I may need another one of these tonight!” Emoni said with a flirty grin.

“Oh, you’ll be back for more, trust me. Maybe your friend here might want one?”

Erik locked eyes with Dove, for a second unable to formulate words. Someone had accidentally bumped into him on their way to the bar. Erik blinked away from Dove, clearing his throat to speak.

“I’m all good. For now at least. Not my type of drink.”

“I see,” Dove gave Erik a once over, “Well, I’ll see you two around. Enjoy your evening…”

Dove sauntered away towards the end of the bar. Emoni could feel Erik’s eyes on her. She glared at him.

“What?”

“Fitting.” He looked at her drink before eyeing her up and down, his gaze taking time to admire the view. "My, my, but you do love to play naughty for me, don't you?”

Although she didn’t particularly like the dress—not that it was her idea to wear it in the first place—it made her slim-thick body stand out. Her breasts sat up invitingly. The back of the dress although a bit poofy made her plump ass sit out.

“Naughty for you? That's the funniest thing I've heard all evening, Erik, Thanks for the ha-ha.”

She turns to assess the crowd of eligible men. There are more than a few faces she already knows, but others she'd like to know a lot better, “Contrary to your absurd and quite comical belief, I didn't dress this way for you. I have a specific agenda tonight.”

Erik scuffed, dimples deep in his cheeks and lips rolled shut, fighting the urge to burst into laughter. She’s such a logistician. That’s one thing about Emoni that attracted him to her. That articulate voice and intellect. It was so damn sexy. Erik waved down Brent who appeared again at the bar. He strolled over with a big smile.

“Another one of these, homie!”

Brent gave Erik a thumbs up and then he glanced at Emoni with a sorry look. She waved him away, not even bothered that he had to step away from the bar for a bit. Brent returned within two minutes with a new glass of cognac on ice. Erik accepted the drink graciously.

“Don't you always at these things? Have an agenda?” He dryly asks, taking a quick sip of his drink to hide a frown. “Speaking of which—” He leans in as if to impart a secret to her, appearing solemn and earnest in his proposal. “Look, the truth is…I just came over here to offer you my services.”

She turns her head and gives him a flat stare. “What services would those be exactly—teaching a woman what not to want in a man? Because you excel at that.”

“You're the only one who thinks so,” he baldly points out, and she knows he's right. The fact is Erik’s got women crawling all over him, begging for a piece on a regular basis, despite his abysmal character. Apparently, having a boat-load of money and royalty status is the great cosmetic for a truly deplorable personality, “As I was saying…my services,” he continues. “Tonight I'm feeling magnanimous, Daniels, so I'm going to make you an offer you can't possibly refuse.”

Emoni sighs and waves at him to get on with what will, indubitably, be a scandalous and ridiculous proposition. The answering dimpled grin he gives her is delightfully boyish and positively enchanting, and if she had fewer brain cells in her head she'd fall for it hook, line, and sinker.

“Go on, Boss, I’m listening.”

“Alright, now listen up because I'm not repeating it,” he says, preening as a peacock before her, “For one night only, for absolutely no money down and no contract necessary, I'm willing to save you the embarrassment of having to find and hunt down the perfect man for your desired one night stand,” He crudely points at his crotch. "I've already got one right here that can fulfill your every fucking dream. Totally free. I'll even throw in all the pink cocktails you'll need to work up the nerve. Dove is around her somewhere…”

Enoni purses her lips, trying not to laugh in his face. As far as trying it on goes, that one is rather original.

“So, let me just understand your pitch,” she replies, affecting indifference. “You're offering to ply me with copious amounts of alcohol and once I'm too inebriated to think straight, you're going to allow me a shot at some other chick’s sloppy seconds…assuming I don't fall unconscious somewhere in between and make things that much easier for you.” She fakes a yawn. “Nice try, but why would I allow my boss and a womanizer the chance of fucking me?”

His frown indicates he’s pissed that she would even think that.

“Your back is so gahdamn rigid, Daniels. I’ll be glad when you get that stick out your fuckin’ ass. And aren’t you the one tryna find a man to fuck in your hotel bed? A random man at that,” Erik chuckles, “So, if anything…”

She was furious then. She wanted to slap him in that pretty face of his. He was so infuriating!

“Are you calling me a hoe? All I did was tell you the truth. And you know it’s the truth, don’t you?”

He blinks as if she's nailed him right in the gut, and gives a long-suffering sigh as if disgusted with her total lack of interest.

“Daniels, you really know how to stomp a man's grand plans into dust at the same time as grinding his balls into meat strips,” He tosses back the contents of his drink, finishing off the glass. “I’ll leave you alone and watch you stand here looking desperate when an opportunity is right in front of you.”

Now she laughs and turns her attention back to the crowd, eyeing the selection and seeing if there is anyone there who might even remotely catch her attention tonight.

“You can’t stand the fact that I don’t fall for your dimples and your raspy voice and your status. Your charm doesn’t work on me. If you can even call it that.”

“Plenty do,” he grouses, looking petulant by her refusal to be impressed, “I'm amazingly appealing, and we both know that you know that.”

"Sure I do,” Emoni replied sarcastically with a roll of her eyes.

He sniffs. "Your problem is you're too green…miss prim."

“No, I'm foxy and an excellent judge of character. Far from green and prudish, Stevens.” Emoni fired back.

“Yes, well…” He sighs, twirling his now empty glass in his hand, “I don't suppose you'd consider lowering your stuck-up standards for a night to aid a fellow charity-dodger deal with his dick?”

“Not for all the air to breathe.”

“Ah, well, your loss, love,” he says, sounding not in the least put-out by her rejection.

He is, after all, quite used to it by now. This is a familiar ritual for them, one they'd been having on and off for the last five years or so since his return from Wakanda. It always ends the same, too: he 'flirts' outrageously with her then ducks out with some random woman on his arm, and she, unwilling to be the brunt of jokes about a lack of a sex life come Monday morning, eventually leaves with one of her friends-with-benefits for a Saturday night of vigorous sex…followed by a Sunday morning filled with hollow excuses and quick goodbyes. That’s how Emoni ended up with her ex, Troy. A serious mistake that led her into a toxic relationship.

Really, the way she and Erik dance around each other at these events and in the office is comical, if it wasn't so fucking obvious that they both wanted a good, nasty, rough night with each other. The problem is that Emoni wants more than a one-off with her boss. Unfortunately, he's highly allergic to commitment.

Hence the sexual tension with the mean bite. Suddenly, Erik surprises her by taking her drink from her hand and sampling it. He held her gaze with a penetrating stare, daring her to do something. She stared back at him with her mouth agape and eyes wide.

He sits the drink down on the bar and licks his full, tempting lips, giving her a slow once-over, “Enjoy your cute, little drink,” he offers and heads off, a beautiful model-type following him with lustful eyes. That wasn’t the only woman there that wanted a piece.

As he walks away, Emoni tries not to let her disappointment overtly show, or derail her from the plan: she is going home with some man tonight and will lose herself in their sex. She’s horny and it’s been too long since she’d been full of dick. After all, that always helps her, at least temporarily, to forget her unrequited feelings for Erik Stevens.

She finishes off her drink, giving a surprised hum at how pleasant it tastes…and how light it makes her feel by the time she hits the bottom of the glass.

“When do you plan on admitting your feelings for him? I mean, it’s been over ten years…”

Startled, Emoni looked forward and met the eyes of that captivating bartender. She slid another pretty drink towards her with a mischievous grin. Emoni was mesmerized by her undeniable beauty with a slight trace of vanity.

But wait, how did she know it’s been over ten years?

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seokminfilm · 1 month ago

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like the movies | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warnings, non-idol au, fluff, established relationship, kissing, physical intimacy (holding hands), pet names (seokmin calls reader 'baby', reader uses seokmin's nicknames), dorky seokmin, reader teases seokmin a few times, seokmin soft hours

🪄 summary, in which lee seokmin (your sweetheart of a boyfriend) surprises you with a weekday dinner date (cringy pick up lines and tipsy seokmin ensue).

🪄 author's note, requested by my favorite cutie's g @realmofclouds!! honestly you are so so real for stumbling upon these pictures & falling in love w him all over again 🤍 these pictures were used in one of my first fics to go viral "boyfriend shaped" so this is bringing back memories for me too LMAO anyways enjoy sweetheart boyfriend seokmin 🙈⭐

🪄 now playing, like the movies, laufey & where or when, laufey

The mood of the authentic Korean restaurant brings a smile to your face as you enter, and you follow your boyfriend to your table, sliding into your seat with ease as Seokmin pulls your chair out for you and takes your coat from your arms (being the gentleman he is).

"I seriously can't believe you actually did this," You say, gesturing to the interior of the restaurant as you glance down at the bouquet of flowers Seokmin had surprised you with when he came to get you from work.

"Of course I did! You've been working hard this week, even if you haven't really wanted to. You deserve a nice bowl of fishcakes and tteokbokki." Seokmin smiles, voice light as you laugh into your hand.

"I was going on a diet," You say with a frown. Seokmin sighs, taking your hand and gently patting the top of it with his other hand. His smile is warm, nearly sending heat waves to you as he juts his lips out in a silly pout.

"A cheat day is made for events like this, you know," Seokmin says matter-of-factly, finger in the air as he pushes his frames farther up on his nose. Laughing at his over-the-top antics, you sigh, nodding and giving up your reservations as you sigh, admiring your boyfriend.

"No one can ever be sad when you're around, Seok." You smile softly, and Seokmin giggles in return, cheeks puffing up in a cute smirk as he pulls away from you, accepting his drink from the waiter. You take yours in a similar fashion, quickly ordering your favorite dish before handing the menu away and sipping on your water.

"So, how was your day, baby?" Seokmin's voice is soft, his dark brown eyes on you as he awaits your response.

"It was okay, just kind of boring. Spent my whole day editing outlines and grammar-checking emails. It's like I'm their human Grammarly or something," You scoff dryly, string your drink with your straw as Seokmin studies you, hand resting under his chin as he listens intently.

"And that mean coworker I was telling you about last night? " You start, and Seokmin interrupts you, finishing the name before you can get it out. "Yeonje, right?"

"Yeah, her─" You pause, sighing as you rub the lines forming on your forehead from creasing your eyebrows. "She threatened to hack into my work email and delete all my contacts." You sigh, and Seokmin frowns, obviously not very happy with your information.

"Who would even threaten something like that?" Seokmin questions, and you shrug, a smile appearing on your face despite the craziness of the situation.

"I don't know, but she said it with a force too. It was kind of funny," You lighten up the mood, and Seokmin smiles, shaking his head as reaches his hand across the table again, taking your hand and caressing your knuckles with his slender fingers as he sighs.

"As long as you think it's funny, baby. If it gets too bad though, call me, and I'll deal with it myself." Seokmin's tone is serious, and you blush, imagining your sweet boyfriend storming into your workplace and giving the manager (and Yeonje, hopefully) a piece of his mind.

"I'll remember, Min, I promise. Plus, it'd be fun to see what you'd do." Smiling even wider at the thought of Seokmin threatening to throw hands, you start to laugh, face turning red with your giggles.

Seokmin doesn't know what's funny, yet he's laughing with you seconds later just because of how cute your laugh is to him, and you sigh after a few seconds, level-headed enough to ask him why he's laughing.

"Because you're laughing, baby! ...Your laugh is funny." Seokmin sighs through his words, sides probably hurting from how hard you two were giggling (you swore you saw an elderly couple glaring at you two).

"Aww, not as funny as yours." You say, reaching your hand over the table to pinch Seokmin's cheek. As much as he hates when people do that, he lets you do it with ease, resorting to squinting and blushing as you coo at him.

"What are you going to do though, seriously?" You question after a few seconds of silence, mainly filled by you and Seokmin sipping on more of your drinks to recharge after your giggling session.

"Do about what?" Seokmin questions innocently, cheeks puffed with a dazzling smile on his face as he leans in and waits for your reply. Sighing at how cute he looks, you push his face away from yours lightly, causing Seokmin to let out a laugh as you giggle.

"If I do call you to the company one day. Are you going to politely berate them or something?" You question, and Seokmin smiles into his hand, looking to the side quickly before meeting your eyes again. The table goes quiet for a few split seconds, and you can see the gears turning in Seokmin's brain as he tries to think about how he would do that

"How would I "politely berate" someone?" He repeats in disbelief, and you let out a spurt of laughter, head hitting the wooden table as Seokmin's forearm automatically flies out to soften your blow.

"Just be polite like how you usually are. Like this: "You should please stop making my girlfriend's work day harder. Pretty please? I mean, I'd appreciate it, for real!"" You tease, and shake your head moments later, watching how Seokmin's smile grows up at your impression of him.

"You think so lowly of me, don't you?" Seokmin questions, voice warm through his smile as you laugh, shaking your head as you kiss his lean hand.

"I'm just teasing, Seokkie. You know how much I adore you." You smile sweetly, lips curving into a smile as Seokmin leans in, pecking your lips softly with his as he sighs.

"Not as much as I adore you, though." Seokmin combats, and you sigh, letting him win the argument as you shrug. "I'm not going to try and fight you on that, Seokmin."

The laughter that spills from Seokmin's lips sounds like heaven on earth, and you silently thank whatever higher power exists for bringing Seokmin into your life. You'd have surprise dinners like these with him a hundred times over if all that it meant was that you'd get to have Seokmin by your side.

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gloomlet · 2 years ago

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Gloomlet’s TS4 Script, Gameplay & Replacement Mods

So I decided to compile a list of all the script/gameplay mods that i use or have used in my game. This was mainly made for my personal use, but i am sure it could be helpful to other people too!

Fully Updated - 1/22/2025

Basic & Recommended!

TS4 Mod Manager ui cheats extension mc command center Carl's Sims 4 Gameplay Overhaul Relationship & Pregnancy Overhaul Wonderful Whims The Mood Pack Mod First Impressions Contextual Social Interactions Simulation Lag Fix Teleport Any Sim Better Exceptions

CAS Mods

Stand still in CAS More Traits in CAS Tidy details in CAS More CAS columns Lifetime Aspirations Child Aspirations Set Housewife - Aspiration Unlimited Likes + Dislikes Preferences Plus Homebody - Preferences 100+ CAS Traits Resized Facial Piercings More Teeth!

Replacements & Retextures

Fan Art Maps Map Replacements Overhaul Clean UI Sims 1 & 2 Font LIS Fonts Fluffy Clouds (Ghibli Clouds) Feet replacement Hand replacement Bra + Panty Replacement better babies Baby bottle replacement Default Cutlery! Cute Kitchenware Replacement Boxing Gloves Aquarium Fish Recolor paint it up mod A brighter mop Selfie Override Phone call animations Extended Phone Calls

Objects Phone Replacement Another phone replacement Phone wallpaper & icons Smaller dollhouses Switch Controller + console Game controller PS1 console pc game override Remote control sponge & spray override Another Sponge & Spray override

Electric Toothbrush Razor Bassinet override infant rug + infant tub child drawing replacement more drawing replacements weather controller Cats & Dogs Fireplace Headphone/earbud override Old-fashioned Suitcase The slightly nicer Tree House Fireplace Lil Campers Light

Replaced + more Interactions Bed Cuddles Better Woohoo Reactions Realistic Reactions Brush Teeth From Toothbrush Holders Wake-up animation Greetings Offer Rose override

Visuals & effects No overhead effects No zzz No object highlight no plumbob please Smaller Mosaic Minimalist CC Icon More Holiday icons

Gameplay!

Playable Pets Slower infant needs Expanded Mermaids Who's Knocking More Visitors No Bad Microwave Buffs Memory Panel Smarter Pie Menu: Searchable Smart Sim Randomizer Play Chess on any computer Strangerville Story toggle

Careers & Jobs Career Overhaul New Careers Simdeed Recruitment Services Flex Part-Time Recruitment Agency Game Developer Career Ultimate Nursing Career Modeling Career Tumbling Tots Daycare Career Shear Brilliance - Cosmetology Seasonal Odd Jobs - Autumn Odd Job Overhaul Modeling and Makeup Odd Jobs Babysitting Gigs Freelance Chef

Education Uni Tweaks Education Overhaul Uni Application Overhaul University costs more Choose Your Roommate Long Distance Learning No Uni Housing Restrictions Uni Aspirations School Lunch Override Longer or Shorter Degree Requirements

Cooking + Food Food Retexture Pack 1, Pack 2, Pack 3 Breakfast Retextures Dinner Food Retextures Pizza Retexture Grannies Cookbook Oni’s Recipe Pack + more recipes Chef Buffet S’more Options Srsly's Complete Cooking Overhaul Dine Out Reloaded Delivery Services Sims Eat and Drink Faster Porto Luminoso Market Cutouts Buyable Cakes Functional Mixer HCH Mixer & Cookbook Functional Air fryer Functional Blender Functional Cookie jar Another Cookie Jar Functional Toaster Functional Cake Stand Functional Rice cooker Functional Pressure Cooker Boba Tea Add-ons Functional Beer Functional Frozen Ice Cart

Pregnancy Realistic Pregnancy Cherished Moments - Pregnancy Science Baby Tweak

Services & Apps Sim National Bank “SimDa” Dating App Exchange Store

Interactions Meaningful Stories Cute Romance Drama Mod Autonomous Go Steady and Propose Autonomous Break Up and Divorce Dynamic Teen Life Parent-Child Relationships Let's Get Fit Modpack Sumba Fitness

Functional Items Playful Toddler Pack Toddler Play Telephone Little Chef’s Toy Kitchen Void Critter Tablet Functional Pool Slide

Functional Toy Bin Functional Hopscotch Functional Broom Functional Paper Sketchpad Functional Drumkit Functional Spiral Staircases In Your Safe Piggy Banks Film Reaper Movie Theater Left End Counter Dishwaser

Random Small mods

Loading and CAS screens

Free Sims 4, Free Loading Screen Bonehilda Loading Screen Custom Color loading screens Lights Out Loading Screen The Blues Collection Loading Screen Lin Sims Loading Screens San Sequoia Loading Screens Abstract Art + Landscape Loading Screens H-O-B & Sulani Loading Screens Autumn Loading Screens Pink Kitten Animated Loading Screen Life is Strange Loading Screens Cloudy TS2 CAS Background Ocean Waves CAS Room Old School - CAS Room Modern Minimalism CAS Room Plumbob replacements Crystal Loading Screens

lighting mods

sunblind lighting + installation Milk Thistle Better in-game lighting Gentle CAS lighting

#ts4 mods #ts4 mod list #gloomlets mod list

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u6is · 3 months ago

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part 2!

warning: cheating

—kylian mbappé x reader: angst

In the thriving heart of Madrid, the cobblestone streets shimmered under the warm glow of the streetlights, and the vibrant colors of the buildings seemed to dance as shadows played along their facades. It was a typical evening in the city, one that promised adventure and romance to those who sought it.

Unfortunately, you are not in the mood for either. You had been looking forward to this vacation with your fiance, Ben, for months. But the trip had taken a sharp turn when you found out it was a work trip for you, and you had been swamped with meetings and deadlines ever since you both had arrived.

The one night you had hoped to carve out for a romantic dinner together had turned into a battle against your inbox.

Now, standing in the doorway of the quaint Spanish restaurant you had planned to visit, your eyes searched the dimly lit room for Ben. Your heart sank when you spotted him at the counter bar, surrounded by a group of giggling women, a cocktail in hand and a twinkle in his eye that was not reserved for you. The scene unfolded before you like a movie you hadn't paid to see. You had been running late from your last meeting, your heels clicking against the pavement as you rushed to make it in time. But it appeared you wasn't the only one Ben had been waiting for.

The host, a charming Spaniard with a thick accent, looked up from his podium with a smile that quickly faded when he noticed the tension in your posture.

"Table for two," you murmured, trying to keep the disappointment from your voice.

He led you to a small, intimate table in the corner, and as you sat down, you couldn't help but feel like the walls were closing in. The candlelight flickered, casting eerie shadows across your face as you stared at the empty chair across from you, willing it to be filled with someone other than the man you had caught red-handed.

Ben looked up, his eyes briefly locking with yours before he feigned surprise. He excused himself from his newfound companions and sauntered over, planting a kiss on your cheek that felt as forced as the smile you returned.

"You made it," he said, sliding into his seat with the ease of someone who had not just been caught.

You picked up the menu, trying to focus on the words printed on the page instead of the storm brewing in your chest.

"I did," you replied curtly, "but I see you've already started without me."

He chuckled, a sound that usually melted your heart but now just made your blood boil.

"Just passing the time, babe. You know how it is when you're stuck waiting." His casual attitude grated on you like sandpaper on skin.

Ignoring the simmering anger, you focused on the menu, pretending to scrutinize the options as if you hadn't already decided on the seafood paella hours ago. The waiter arrived, a concerned look on his face as he sensed the tension. Ben ordered for both of you, choosing the most expensive bottle of wine without asking for your input. You nodded stiffly, not trusting yourself to speak.

As the waiter left to fetch the wine, Ben reached for your hand across the table. His touch was cold and clammy, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room.

"I'm sorry you had to work so much, baby," he said, his voice a blend of insincerity and rehearsed charm. "I've just been trying to make the best of the situation, you know?"

You pulled your hand away, your eyes never leaving the menu.

"I see that," you said, your voice flat. The air between you felt thick and oppressive, the laughter of the other diners seemingly amplified in the quiet space you had created.

"So, how's your vacation been?" you asked, the sarcasm dripping from each word like honey from a spoon.

Ben's smile faltered for a moment before he regained his composure.

"It's been great," he said, his eyes darting to the group of women at the bar. "Met some interesting people around town."

The waiter returned with the wine, pouring a glass for each of you with a flourish. Ben took a sip, his eyes never leaving yours as he swirled the liquid in the glass. You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach.

"I'm sure you have," you said, your voice as cool as the evening air outside.

As the conversation stalled, the background music grew louder, filling the void with a Spanish melody that seemed to mock the tension at your table. You couldn't bring yourself to look at Ben, instead focusing on the flickering candle in the center, watching the shadows play across the crumpled napkin. The smell of garlic and olive oil wafted from the kitchen, taunting you with the promise of a meal that was now ruined.

The first course arrived, a platter of tapas that you had been looking forward to sharing. But the sight of the food only served as a reminder of the distance that had grown between you. Ben made an effort to engage you in conversation, telling a story about a hilarious misunderstanding he'd had with a taxi driver earlier that day. But his words fell flat, each syllable bouncing off the walls of your disillusionment.

You picked at the food, your appetite nowhere to be found. The tangy flavors of the olives and the crunch of the croquetas were lost on you as you dissected every moment of your relationship, trying to pinpoint where things had gone so wrong. Was it the long hours at work that had driven you apart? Or was it something deeper, a fundamental lack of respect that you had been ignoring?

As the minutes dragged on, you felt your anger coalesce into something colder, something harder to ignore. You set your fork down with a clink and met Ben's gaze. "You know, I've been thinking," you began, your voice measured and calm.

He leaned in, a hint of hope in his eyes that you might have forgiven him. "Yeah?"

You took a deep breath, the scent of his cologne, once comforting, now suffocating. "Maybe we need a little break," you suggested, your tone even. "Just to cool things off a bit."

Ben's face fell, the color draining from his cheeks. "What are you saying?" His voice was a mix of shock and desperation.

You took a sip of water, buying yourself a moment to gather your thoughts. "Just that maybe we need some space," you replied, your gaze unwavering. "A chance to figure out if this is really what we both want."

Ben's handsome features contorted into a frown. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes searching yours for a hint of a bluff. "Are you serious, what about the wedding?"

You nodded, keeping the smile on your face, though it felt like it might crack any moment. "I am," you said, your voice steady.

"The wedding is a big deal, and if you can't even manage to keep your eyes on me during a simple dinner, then maybe we need to reevaluate."

Flashbacks to your carefree days in Germany flooded your mind. You remembered the time you had caught Ben with another woman at a street fair, their heads close together as they laughed at some shared joke. You had felt a pang of jealousy, but he had quickly introduced her as "just a friend" and you had chosen to believe him, to dismiss it as an innocent encounter.

You had been so in love, so willing to overlook his flaws, so eager to build a life together that you had convinced yourself it was nothing. The memory was a stark contrast to the man sitting across from you now, his eyes still lingering on the group of women at the bar.

When the bill arrived, Ben reached for his wallet, but you were quicker, slapping your credit card down before he could react. "This one's on me," you said, your voice filled with an icy finality. He didn't argue, just nodded as you signed the receipt, the pen feeling like it was made of lead in your hand.

The argument that had simmered under the surface of your dinner grew more heated as you stepped out into the night. The laughter of the other diners followed you out the door, a cruel soundtrack to your unraveling relationship. You both walked in silence, the cobblestone streets echoing with the sound of your footsteps. Madrid's vibrancy seemed to mock the darkness that had settled in your heart.

When you reached the hotel, Ben's hand found yours, but you pulled away. "I think it's best if we just go to our room and talk," he said, his voice strained. You looked at him, his eyes pleading, and for a moment, you felt a flicker of doubt. But then you remembered the way he had looked at those other women, the way he had made you feel like you weren't enough.

"Actually, I've decided to book another room," you said, your voice firm. "I need some space to think."

The shock on Ben's face was palpable, his grip on your hand loosening as the reality of your words sunk in. "What? You can't be serious."

You nodded, your eyes reflecting the glow of the streetlights. "I've never been more serious, Ben." With that, you turned away from him and flagged down a taxi, the vibrant lights of Madrid blurring into a colorful haze as the car pulled up. The driver, an older man with a kind smile, opened the door for you and you slid in, the leather interior cool against your heated skin.

You checked in with a curt nod to the night clerk, who seemed to sense the tension coiled around you. He handed over the key with a knowing look, and you took the stairs to your room, eager for the solitude it promised.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, you let out a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. You tossed your bag on the bed, kicked off your heels, and headed straight for the shower.

The cool water washed away the grime of the day, along with the last traces of your shattered illusions. As you stood there, letting the droplets cascade down your back, you felt a strange sense of relief. It was as if a weight had been lifted, revealing a truth that had been hidden beneath layers of hope and denial. When you emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a plush robe, the room was quiet, the only sound the faint murmur of the television.

You padded over to the bed and sat down, opening your laptop with a sense of purpose. The screen flickered to life, revealing a slew of unread emails and documents that needed your attention.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to get lost in work, the familiar tasks a soothing balm for your bruised ego. But as you scrolled through the endless sea of virtual paperwork, your thoughts kept drifting back to Ben.

The TV in the background was tuned to a local channel, and the sound of a football match grew louder as the commentators' excitement reached a crescendo.

You had never been much of a sports fan, but in Madrid, it was hard to escape the fervor of football. You glanced up, noticing the score on the screen. The match was between Real Madrid and some other team, but what really caught your eye was the name of the player who had just scored an impressive goal: Kylian Mbappé. The crowd erupted into cheers, and even though you were alone in the hotel room, you couldn't help but feel a spark of sadness.

Kylian.

Once, he had been yours. His name had rolled off your tongue like a sweet melody, the very thought of him bringing warmth to your heart.

But that was before the painful argument that left both of you fractured, before his face had graced billboards across the globe. Back when you were both in the peaceful apartment you owned in Paris, dreaming of a future filled with love and simple happiness.

But those days were long gone, buried under the avalanche of his newfound fame.

You leaned back against your bed. You had read about his successes, watched from afar as he climbed the ladder of football stardom, his talent shining brighter with each passing year. But you had never imagined you would be in Madrid, in this moment, feeling the sting of his ghostly presence as you navigated the wreckage of your relationship with Ben.

The heartbreak from Kylian felt like a distant echo now, a wound that had scarred over but never fully healed. You crossed paths in the innocence of youth, a fleeting connection etched in time.

You had shared a love so pure and innocent it had seemed untouchable. But as his career took off, so did he, leaving you behind to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart.

To him, perhaps, those moments have faded, lost in the haze of forgotten rhyme.

You had moved on, or so you thought. But here you were, in Madrid, watching Kylian's name in lights, and feeling the ghosts of what could have been.

And it hit you like a soccer ball to the gut - Ben had secured tickets to the match you're currently watching on television.

He had talked about it for weeks, his excitement palpable every time he mentioned about the match.

You had never told Ben about your history with Kylian. It was a part of your past that you had kept hidden, a secret that would never resurface. But as you watched the game on the television, the players' movements a blur of color and light, you couldn't help but think of the countless times Ben had talked about his admiration for Mbappé, oblivious to the fact that you had once shared a life with the man.

Ben had been so excited about that match, his eyes lighting up when he had presented you with the tickets.

"It's going to be amazing, babe," he had said, his voice filled with the kind of enthusiasm that could make even the most mundane tasks seem like an adventure.

"You'll love it, I promise."

Ben had always talked about football and Mbappé with such admiration, his eyes lighting up when he spoke of his skill on the field. And you had listened, nodded, and even pretended to share in his excitement, all the while keeping your true feelings tucked away. It had become a game of sorts, a dance of omission that you had perfected over the years.

But as you watched Kylian score another goal, the cheers of the crowd echoing through the TV, you couldn't ignore the hollowness in your chest.

The first half of the football match had just ended, leaving the second half still to be watched.

Those tickets to the match, and maybe watching the game with Ben, might be just what you need to mend the rift between you two.

Fueled by a sudden burst of determination, you chose to surprise him. Rather than sending a text, you sprang up from the bed and quickly changed into something casual—a pair of jeans and a simple blouse. Your pulse quickened as you slid into your flats, grabbed your purse, and headed out, anticipation buzzing through you.

The taxi ride to Ben's hotel was a blur of flashing streetlights and the murmur of the city. As the car pulled up to the grand entrance, you took a deep breath and stepped out, the cool Madrid air a stark contrast to the heated tension of the evening.

You walked into the lobby, the plush carpets muffling your footsteps as you approached the reception desk. The clerk looked up with a practiced smile that faltered slightly when he saw the determination etched on your face. "May I help you?"

You gave a firm nod. "Yes, I had a reservation for two with Ben Stevenson," you said, your tone steady yet resolute. "I need to see him in person. It's urgent."

The clerk hesitated for a moment before handing over the keycard with a look that was both sympathetic and cautious. "Room 312," he murmured.

You took the keycard, your hand trembling slightly. The elevator ride up to the third floor felt like an eternity, each floor that passed a reminder of the decisions that had brought you here. When the doors finally slid open, you stepped out into the quiet hallway, the plush carpeting muffling the sound of your racing heart.

Room 312 was at the end of the corridor. You paused outside the door, listening for any signs of life within. The sound of the TV was faint, the murmur of a football match just audible. You took a deep breath and slid the card into the lock.

The click echoed in the emptiness, and you pushed the door open, your heart racing with anticipation to surprise him.

The scene before you was like a punch to the gut. Ben was sprawled across the bed, the crumpled sheets a testament to his infidelity. A girl from the restaurant lay beside him, her laughter from earlier now replaced with the soft rhythm of sleep. The sight of her bare shoulder, the way her hair fell across the pillow, the smell of her perfume mingling with Ben's cologne, it all hit you like a ton of bricks. Your hand tightened around the keycard until your knuckles turned white.

You felt your breath catch in your throat, a mix of anger, pain, and disbelief coursing through your veins like molten lava. For a moment, you were frozen, unable to move or speak.

Your foolish hope that he might still be thinking about you gnawed at your mind. Guilt crept in as you replayed the moment you left him alone in the bedroom you were supposed to share, the tickets he bought for both of you lingering in your thoughts. It was all because you couldn’t help being a fool.

Then, something inside you snapped. You marched over to the bed, your heels clicking against the tiles with each step. Ben stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours, filled with shock and guilt.

The girl beside him gasped, her eyes going wide as she scrambled to cover herself. But you couldn't even look at her, your gaze was locked onto Ben's, the man who had promised to love and cherish you until the end of time. The man who was now betraying you in the most intimate of ways.

Ben sat up, his eyes darting between you and the girl. "Babe, it's not what it looks like," he stammered, but the words sounded hollow, a pathetic attempt to salvage what was clearly beyond repair.

Ben, now fully awake, was desperately trying to explain, his voice a jumble of words that made no sense. "It just happened, I didn't mean for it to... I don't know what came over me." His eyes searched your face for some sign of understanding, but you had none to give. You had seen this play out before. The same lies, the same empty promises. But this time was different. You had enough.

"The wedding," you said, your voice shaking with emotion, "is off." The words hung in the air like a shattered chandelier, glittering with the shards of your broken dreams. You pulled the ring from your finger, the diamond catching the light from the bedside lamp. "Here," you said, thrusting it towards him. "You can have it back."

Ben's face was a picture of shock and desperation. "Babe, no," he pleaded, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist. But you were already turning away, the cold metal of the ring feeling like a weight lifted from your soul. "This isn't what you want," he said, his voice hoarse with sleep and fear.

With a shake of your head, you pulled away from his grasp, the tears now flowing freely down your cheeks. "You don't get to decide what I want," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"This is who you are, Ben. And I can't marry someone like you."

You turned and strode out of the room, the door slamming behind you with a finality that echoed through the hallway. The tears fell like rain now, each one a painful reminder of the love you had lost. You didn't bother to wipe them away, letting them mix with the anger and disappointment that painted your face.

When Ben had proposed, you had been swept off your feet by the grandeur of it all. The ring, the candles, the whispered promises of forever. You had looked into his eyes and seen a future that seemed so bright, it had temporarily blinded you to his flaws.

After Kylian, you had been desperate for something stable, something real. And Ben had offered you that.

But now, as you stepped into the elevator, the walls closing in on you like a tomb, you couldn't help but question everything. Ben was the safe choice, the reliable one.

As the elevator descended slowly, each floor a reminder of the life you had thought you were building together. As the doors opened to the lobby, you stepped out, the weight of your decision dragging at your heels like a heavy burden. You walked out into the night, the cool air a slap in the face after the stuffiness of the hotel room. The city was alive around you, a stark contrast to the deadness that had settled in your chest.

You had done it. You had ended it with Ben. But as you stood there, the reality of your decision hit you like a ton of bricks.

You had been so focused on the betrayal, on the anger and pain, that you hadn't allowed yourself to consider what came next. The future you had so carefully constructed with him had crumbled to dust, leaving you alone in a foreign city with nothing but the echoes of your shattered heart.

And now, you couldn't help but think of Kylian. You had buried that heartbreak deep, promising yourself that you would never let it resurface.

But now, in this moment of betrayal, it bubbled to the top, a bittersweet reminder of a time when love had seemed so much simpler. When you had thought you knew what you were getting into.

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Real Madrid claimed victory, their triumph echoing through the night. After the match, Kylian and Brahim sought solace in an exclusive restaurant, a haven of calm amidst the chaotic streets. The air inside was serene, a stark contrast to the tumult beyond the glass doors.

Seated together, their conversation flowed like a gentle stream—talk of the match interwoven with shared laughter and fleeting jokes. Amid their meal, Kylian’s gaze wandered, drawn to a solitary figure at the bar.

The woman sat quietly, her silhouette etched against the dim glow of the bottles. He couldn’t see her clearly, yet something stirred within him. She felt familiar, a memory he couldn’t place, a face he couldn’t forget.

You sit at the bar, a drink in hand, telling yourself it’ll just be a few. The weight of what happened with Ben presses heavily on your chest, its edges sharp and unyielding. The ache feels unbearable, so you seek solace in the amber glow of the glass before you. Perhaps, just for tonight, it will dull the pain, let you forget—if only for a little while.

Kylian shook the thought away, determined to let it go. Tonight was meant for celebration, not for dwelling on shadows of the past. With two goals to his name and a hard-fought victory behind him, he had every reason to revel in the moment. This was his night, a triumph to embrace, not a time to be haunted by memories of you.

After finishing that single glass, you reconsidered, you chose to stop refusing to let the alcohol take hold of you.

Quietly, you paid for the drink, pushed back your chair, and rose to leave. The night still held its weight, but the rest felt like the better escape. With a sigh, you turned toward the solace of sleep, leaving the bar behind.

It was you.

Kylian’s heart thundered, a storm unleashed within his chest.

As you stepped out of the restaurant, the faint light caught your face, and in that fleeting moment, recognition struck him like a bolt.

"You alright? Do you know her?" Brahim asked, his words cutting through the air.

He had been mid-sentence when he noticed the sudden change in Kylian’s expression.

Kylian’s reaction was swift—a quick shake of his head, an attempt to dismiss the moment. But his heart betrayed him, answering with a silent, undeniable yes. Of course, he knew you.

"Let’s go," Kylian said, forcing a casual tone.

"I’m stuffed. Great choice of restaurant, by the way."

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Sitting in his car, Kylian’s gaze lingered on you as you stood by the curb, patiently waiting for a taxi.

Your hair was different, shorter now, but your face remained unchanged. How could he forget? Those eyes, that smile, the echo of your laugh. The memory of your scent, your touch, your taste, all rushed back, relentless and vivid.

He gripped the steering wheel, frozen in place. Should he approach you? The thought churned in his mind, but fear held him back.

He didn’t want to scare you, not again.

The argument between you still haunted him, its sharp edges cutting through the calm of the night.

The weight of it pushed him to start the car, ready to drive away.

But then, you turned. His breath caught. He knew you couldn’t see him, yet he instinctively shrank into the driver's seat, hoping to remain unseen.

And still, as he watched, one thought remained clear.

You were as beautiful as ever.

To the heavens, or to whatever force had heard his prayers, he gave thanks. For though the years had passed, you returned, haunting him still. Not as a ghost to torment him in dark, eerie ways, but as a beautiful woman, walking the earth, a presence that would never fade.

note: i want to express my apologies for including cheating as part of this story’s plot. It’s not something i condone or intend to portray in a romanticized way, and ive made the decision to steer clear of this theme in my future works. thank u for your understanding

part 3

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blackreaderfics · 1 year ago

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TIANAMI HEADCANONS

↳ Pairing : Nanami Kento x Tiana

↳ A/N: this is literally from the top of my head from pining stage all the way to marriage.

↳ Warnings: NSFW at the end so minors dni‼️

Pining Stage

-At Tiana’s Café Nanami either orders prepackaged foods or the simplest thing to prepare on the menu i.e black tea. All she needs to do is put the tea bag in 💀 He doesn’t want to add to the work that she already does.

-Nanami doesn’t like sweets. He can only eat the desserts Tiana makes. Makes a point to buy beignets all the time because he sees how she lights up when people buy them.

-If Japan had tipping culture he would tip but instead he buys those novelty items they sell at the cafe like mugs or cups. He gives them as customary/holiday gifts to his coworkers/friends or keeps them.

-Highly attuned to social cues. Aware if someone likes him or is flirting. I wouldn’t say he’s shy—he used to be when he was younger—but now he’s just extremely jaded and pessimistic. A glass half empty kind of person (working corporate in a big city will do that to you😪) He could look like he’s shying away if Tiana flirts with him but only because he doesn’t trust others easily at first.

-Nanami didn’t ever have an ideal type. He always thought about getting married but didn’t have a fully formed idea of the kind of woman he would marry until he met Tiana. This is before they even go on the first date lol.

Dating Stage

-The beginnings of the relationship start out incredibly formally. Tiana felt he was asking to hire her instead of asking her out on a date 💀 Otherwise he’s very straightforward. There’s no beating around the bush, no situationship no fwb, he’s a very traditional man. He courts then marries.

-Such a daydreamer. After one date he’s already thinking about the house they’ll buy and kids they’re going to have.

-The ultimate gentleman. Opens all doors, carries all things. Pays for everything. He’s a provider and takes care of his partner.

-Nanami walks Tiana home from work every night. If he’s working overtime and can’t make it he will send an already paid taxi or a trusted friend to her cafe to bring her home.

Committed Relationship Stage

-Nanami doesn’t think much about his own appearance or attractiveness. Like he doesn’t think he’s handsome not bc of low self esteem but bc he just doesn’t think about it at all.

-He values neatness and cleanliness though. He also takes notes of other people’s appearances but doesn’t dwell on them. Like he can be like “she’s beautiful” and then just move on. In love, it’s slightly different. Idk how to explain it he just loves his person very much. They are more than arbitrary beauty, they’re everything and more to him.

-Notices absolutely everything. That one dress she liked in the window, he’ll remember it and come back alone to buy it as a gift. Discomfort on his partner’s face, slight change of mood. He’s very observant so he will never be clueless about that.

-Would never cheat😒 like… he’s Nanami. He is courteous. If he wants another relationship he’ll break things off cleanly with his old partner.

-He really trusts his partner. He isn’t a jealous man. Things will only affect him if he or his partner are directly disrespected. Men flirting with his partner in front of him is disrespect and he won’t take it lightly.

-Because of some of those traits he could be prone to getting taken advantage of, but I doubt it ever reaches that because Nanami is very discerning and careful about the partners he picks. So it’s highly unlikely he would end up with someone that takes advantage of him.

-Also he’s a bit pure? Of course he has sexual needs, but the smallest things gets his heart thumping. The tiniest gestures like Tiana leaving a love note in his bag? Or the smallest details like when he sees her shoes in the doorway when he gets home.

-Would literally not mind if Tiana called him about any minor inconvenience. (She wouldn’t of course) but if he heard her say something offhand about anything that’s broken or doesn’t work he’d figure out how to fix it ASAP. He’s all about efficiency so consider it done in the most efficient way possible. If he can do it by himself he will, if paying someone to do it is more efficient he’ll do that too.

-Needs to know where his partner is at all times. Like if they’re both on opposite sides of the room, he’s always glancing to make sure of her location, just in case.

-Random but he’s really fast at calculations. And keeps track of literally everything. Idk if that’s weird but he knows his partner’s cycle 😭 He knows everything about her health, dietary needs, medical history…etc He’s well prepared if something were to happen

-He speaks like an 18th century vampire if I’m being honest😭 If you text him “where are u” he’s just like “I have arrived…” Also uses ellipses a lot … 💀 but most times he just calls, doesn’t text.

Marriage Stage

-I think he’s always had eccentric tastes for a Japanese man. Like if not Tiana he definitely would’ve married outside his race one way or another. Or outside what is expected for your average Japanese salaryman.

-He remains formal in speech with his wife even if they’re the same age or married. There are couples that choose to drop honorifics and be informal with each other. But he remains formal because he sees it as a form of respect to his partner. The most informal he’ll go is using first names. Still sometimes says “Ms.Tiana” except now it’s “Mrs.Tiana”

-Nicknames and terms of endearment are more traditional. At work it’s “my wife”; At home it’s “darling” or “my love”

NSFW

-In a committed relationship Nanami is incredibly touchy in private. Literally needs to have his hands touching her at all times. Groping fetish?? Likes to squeeze ass and titties, maybe press his erection against from behind.

-Probably has a voice kink. Wants to just hear her talk all day. If he’s away, will call for no reason except to hear her voice. Will probably want to hear her speak as he fucks her. Doesn’t matter the content like she could be talking about how her day went and that could send him over.

-He can be gloomy but he’s the biggest romantic ever. When Nanami falls in love he falls hard. And he’s even willing to try anything if his partner wants it. Bottoming, subbing, femdom, even humiliation whatever. He won’t care because he trusts his partner. The only thing he probably wouldn’t do is anything public but behind closed doors all bets are off.

-Gains pleasure from his partner’s pleasure. It’s not a praise kink persay. He doesn’t care to be praised but if she likes it, he loves it. Likes to hear her moan, claw his back, grab his hair; any indications that it’s pleasurable for her.

-When he’s tired he likes when she’s on top. Also likes when some clothing is still on. That could be because he’s too tired to take it off? Or making a neatly dressed woman all messy is a kink for him.

©️ blackreaderfics // credit to saradika for the dividers

#this was supposed to be a little mini thing #I did not really proof this I hope y’all understand my rambling and run on sentences 😁#tianami #tianami headcanons #nanami kento headcanons #jjk headcanons #jjk x disney #nanami x tiana #tiana x nanami #freeform.brf

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sassycheesecake · 2 years ago

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A/N: I am so sorry if my stories are not that exciting lately, night shift has been messing with my sleep schedule and kicking my ass. I am just trying to write on my days off. 🥹 Also, I apologize for making Atsumu the asshole here, he’s my bae but my Osamu fever is through the roof.

cw: pining!Osamu, cheating on Atsumu’s side, angst to fluff, cursing, physical fight but nothing major

It’s quiet in Onigiri Miya where you’re working at.

You’re currently wiping down the already shiny counters, just trying to pass the time until the shop closes.

Looking at the clock on the wall, you have 8 minutes left on your shift and in 8 minutes Onigiri Miya closes for the night.

'Ugh. I just want to go home.‘

"Yannow, if ya keep wipin‘ the counters like that, eventually mah shop‘s gonna smell like a surgery room." A deep voice interrupts your wiping.

Squeaking in surprise, you see your boss Osamu Miya leaning against the kitchen door, wiping his hands with a towel to look at you.

Stopping your task, you huff and lean against the counter behind you.

"But I have already done everything for the night. I mopped the floors, I cleaned the tables at least twice, I sweeped in front of the door, restocked everything and I wiped off the menus." You count down.

Seeing your tired face, Osamu tells you that he will close up the shop now, since it doesn't look like any costumers are going to come in the last remaining minutes.

You give him a tired yet thankful smile while taking off your uniform apron for the night.

Mirroring your smile and waiting for you to come outside with him, he locks the door behind him, taking your jacket from your arms and putting it on you like the gentleman he is.

With both of you walking down the street from the shop, Osamu puts on his own jacket and offers to accompany you to your car.

Accepting his offer, you both make your way to the parking lot.

"So, how’s that shit boyfriend of yours doing?" Osamu walks next to you as he breathes in the cold air.

"That’s not a nice way to talk about your brother." You shove him slightly as you laugh at his remark about his twin.

He still waits for your reply, his metallic eyes watching your beautiful and the way your eyes gleam with happiness whenever you laugh.

Soon though, your expression turns sad and Osamu immediately frowns at your sudden change.

"He’s doing good, I think. He’s been at training for the majority of the day, he gets home very late and immediately goes to sleep as soon as his head hits the bed pillow. We haven’t really talked lately and whenever I tried to engage into a conversation with him, he would block me off or be extremely upset and yell at me, just storm off afterwards to stay either at Bokuto’s or Hinata’s place. I think it also adds to the fact that MSBY has not been doing good lately."

To say Osamu was shocked at your explanation, was an understatement.

I mean yeah, his brother could be an selfish, arrogant asshole at times but never would Osamu think his brother would raise his voice at you.

Without realizing it, Osamu’s hands ball into fists in his hoodie pockets and he can feel his blood pressure rising, along with his heart beat going faster.

Arriving next to your car, Osamu feels very uneasy to let you go.

"Are ya sure yer’ll be fine? I don’t feel very good bout sending ya home like this. Want me to accompany ya? I’ll give ‘im a good beatin' for treatin’ ya like this."

You give him a thankful but reassuring smile.

"It’s okay, really. If something is wrong, I’ll let you know immediately."

Osamu sighs in defeat but lets you go home.

Nonetheless, Osamu still feels a slightly heavy weight in his stomach about seeing you go home while Atsumu could already be in a bad mood.

Making his own way home now, he tries to call his brother a couple of times but fails to get a hold of that good-for-nothing dickhead.

Arriving at his apartment, Osamu takes a hot shower, trying to get rid of his haunting thoughts of you.

The pressure of his shower head relieves the ongoing stress inside of the chef’s head and he can finally feel himself relax.

Drying himself off with a black towel, he wraps it around his waist and walks into his dark bedroom to get into a comfy shirt with sweats.

When he leans back in his couch, the ravenette puts on a random show on Netflix, trying desperately to get you out of his head.

Meanwhile, you arrived home in your shared apartment with Atsumu, when you notice an unfamiliar pair of black sandals with heels on them next to Atsumu’s familiar gray All Star sneakers.

You definitely know that you don’t own these kind of shoes and you start to feel nauseous and the world seems to spin a little bit slower now.

Gulping down in nervousness, you begin to make your way towards the only light source from the living room.

The closer you get, the more you can hear high-pitched giggling and your boyfriend’s laugh, that you had grown to love.

Sneaking a peek around the wall, you feel your heart break into a million pieces.

Shattered, feeling like it’s been ripped apart into shreds by a pack of rabid wolves.

Your chest feels incredibly heavy, like an anchor pulling your fractured heart to the deepest depths of the ocean.

Atsumu sits on the couch with his arms spread out on each side, his back towards you and there is an incredibly beautiful woman sitting on top of his lap, her long platinum blonde hair frames her heart-shaped face, adding more beauty to her than there already is.

She caresses his face while he kisses up her neck and the sound of his lips touching her skin is making you nauseous.

Slowly stepping back, you can't watch anymore of this.

Is this why he has been so moody lately? Was this the reason why he stayed 'late at practice'?

How long has this been going on?

Before your rambling thoughts continue, you hear something that gives you the final strike into your heart.

"Tsumu are you sure your girlfriend won't be home soon?"

"Nah baby, she won' be home for another hour or so. She always takes so long in da shop with mah brother ta help him. An' I don' wanna talk bout her, yer all that matters right now."

Ouch.

Tears begin to gather in your eyes and you quickly make a run for the door, making sure you don't make a single noise as you slip out of the apartment as quiet as a mouse.

As you stand outside in the cold, you feel raindrops hitting your face, the more seconds pass, the more raindrops keep coming.

Not knowing what you should do now, you go to the only place that's not too far from you and where you can seek shelter hopefully for the night.

Currently watching the newest episode on ‘Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead', Osamu rests on his couch with his feet propped up on his coffee table when his doorbell rings.

Frowning in confusion, he checks the time on his phone.

'22:26. The hell?’

The ravenette reaches for his baseball bat underneath his couch, ready to put up a fight if necessary.

When he checks his peephole, he sees you.

Completely drenched, shaking and you are…. crying?

Opening his door, you look up to Osamu, your red eyes, red cheeks and tears running down your face are breaking Osamu’s heart.

Before he can say anything though, you emerge into his personal space, hugging him while wetting his black Black Clover shirt with more tears of yours.

"Hey, hey. What’s the matter? What happened?" He whispers, his rough voice deep of concern when he wraps his hands around your arms.

Still sobbing, you mumble something into his shirt, burying your face in his muscular chest.

"Come in, yer'll catch yer death otherwise."

Closing the door behind you, he locks it before gently leading you to his couch.

When you both sit down, you have calmed down a little bit but you still feel like you're suffocating from the lack of air.

"A-Atsumu...h-he cheated on me." You begin to cry again hysterically, while Osamu widens his eyes in shock.

"He what?!"

"I-I came home a-and I saw them both…Osamu…c-can I… c-can I please stay h-here j-just for tonight?" You ask him with a big whimper, the wetness and cold from the rain made you incredibly tired, along with crying so much on the way to Osamu’s apartment.

"Of course ya can. Here, take a nice hot shower an’ then I will give ya somethin’ of mine ta sleep in, kay?" Osamu guides to the bathroom, telling you that if you need anything, just to yell for him.

Sniffling, you thank him and head into his shower.

The younger twin is about this close to run to your apartment and beat up that lying, cheating asshole.

But he can’t leave you alone. Not when you are in a state like this.

He makes some lavender tea, hopefully it will help you calm down and fall asleep later on.

After fifteen minutes, he hears you come out, the hot steam fog of the shower being released into the hallway.

You’re wearing Osamu’s old high school jersey since it’s too small on him but it fits your body perfectly. His gray sweats go a little past your knees, giving off an extremely cute vibe that makes the ravenette blush slightly at the sight of you.

Even though you look like a wreck (and you feel like it too), Osamu would and will always find you gorgeous, no matter what you wear.

"Thank you for your clothes and the shower, I needed it." You quietly thank him, almost so quiet, that Osmau can barely hear you.

"I made sum tea, ya want any?" He holds the hot mug out to you.

Accepting the tea mug, you take a small sip, the heat of the lavender tea burning your tongue.

"Thank you. Do you mind if I stay here tonight? I don’t want to go home to that apartment." You can feel yourself tearing up again, the picture of Atsumu and that woman haunts your mind.

"Of course ya can. I don' have a guest room but ya can take my bed, I‘ll take the couch."

"But-" You want to protest but get interrupted.

"No buts. Ya had a rough night, ya need ta sleep properly." Guiding you to his bedroom, Osamu mentally breathes out a sigh of relief when he remembered that he cleaned up his room and made his bed in the morning before he left.

The dark room is suddenly light up, giving you a full and clear view of the younger twin's room.

A queen sized bed with neatly made black and red sheets is resting against the corner of the left side of the room, in the middle a desk and in the right corner a book case with several mangas and cooking books from different cuisines are fully stacked on each shelf.

On the wall where his office desk is, are various pictures of his old volleyball team from Middle and High School, some signed cards of Tobio Kageyama, Kōtarō Bokuto and Kiyoomi Sakusa.

Every time Atsumu would come by, wether it be announced or unannounced, Osamu has to hide Kageyama's card before Atsumu throws a fit and burns it.

Finishing the last remains of the tea cup Osamu made you, he pulls the covers back for you to get in.

Taking the cup from you, he waits until you get in and get comfortable.

"Don' hesitate ta wake me up if ya need anything, kay? An' sleep in tomorrow. Eri will cover ya shift, I texted in the group chat already and she's happy ta take yer shift."

Your eyes widen in surprise and fondness, tears coming up again from his kind words and his consideration of your situation.

Nodding with a trembling lip, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to stop more tears from coming in.

Osamu sighs heavily, feeling extremely bad for you.

No one should have to go through that.

When Osamu is about to leave, he hears your broken voice and it sets off a pang in his heart to hear you so beaten down.

"Osamu... I hope this isn't too much to ask or makes you uncomfortable in any way but... can you please stay with me? I-I don't want to be alone tonight... a-all I see is them..."

Your request makes his breath hitch and his heart beats faster, thankfully he still has his back turned to you, so you can't see the redness in his face.

Millions of thoughts are running through Osamu's head right now.

How will this situation change your relationship with each other?

Should he say no? Should he say yes?

Should he take the risk and lay in bed with you while trying to fight off his deep crush on you?

Is he betraying the bro code by sleeping besides you?

Will he-

Seeing the stiffness in his back, you feel bad and it makes you speak up again.

"Forget I said anything. I shouldn't have-"

"No I understand, I'll stay with ya." Osamu breathes out, trying to calm down his racing heart.

Shutting off the light, he makes his way over to you, laying down in his familiar smelling bed sheets but now with a hint of his shampoo that comes from your freshly showered hair.

There's little space between the two of you, the ravenette is way too nervous and stiff to come any closer to you.

So he just lays on his back with his arms resting behind his head, trying to think how this situation is going to go on.

The only thing he knows is that he should try to avoid his brother in the next couple of days.

Unfortunately, his luck doesn't last very long

Because the next day, Osamu lets you sleep in, the image of your exhausted face and the way you were clinging onto him for dear life last night still plasters his mind.

After his lunch rush at Onigiri Miya, Osamu puts the rest of the cash in the register, when the entrance doorbell chimes, making the owner look up from what he is doing.

The person who enters is none other than his brother, Atsumu Miya in his golden MSBY track suit.

Seeing the blonde's face honestly made Osamu's blood boil with rage but he is doing a great job so far at keeping a neutral mask.

His brother seems in a great mood and when the sandy-blonde walks closer, Osamu can see a couple of dark patches on the Setter's neck.

'That son of a bitch.'

Taking a calming breath, Atsumu greets his brother while taking a seat in front of the counter before he can say anything.

"Whassup nerd? Can I have sum tuna onigiri with spring onion ta go?"

Without saying anything, Osamu turns around to the kitchen and makes his brother's order, desperately trying not to turn around and smash his fist in his stupid face.

"So. Had a busy night with (Y/N) huh?" He calls from the kitchen.

Without seeing Atsumu’s face, Osamu can already tell he caught him off guard.

I mean, he’s known his twin for a good 25 years but apparently not good enough to find out that he cheated on you out of all people.

A beautiful, caring and loyal person.

Even when Osamu found out the both of you were dating, he doubted his twin’s loyalty to you.

But your sunshine behavior seemed to block out the dark cloud Atsumu was constantly forming over your head.

All of sudden, after a few seconds of silence, Atsumu answers back with a nervous laugh.

"Hehe yeah, we were pretty busy. That little minx had me goin’ all night long."

‘Gotcha.’

Osamu didn’t know what else to expect.

When the ravenette comes back with Atsumu’s order, he places it in front of him, crossing his arms before leaning over the counter to watch his brother.

Biting into the first half of the delicious onigiri, the Setter chews in satisfaction.

"Yannow what’s funny Tsumu?" The younger twin asks with a questioning voice.

"What?" Atsumu replies in return with a perched eyebrow and his mouth full of food.

"(Y/N) must have a twin as well, cuz last night someone who looked, sounded and acted exactly like (Y/N) came ta my place last night. Crying her eyes out saying her disloyal, blonde boyfriend cheated on her with a blonde chick on their couch last night when she came home."

The blonde looks incredibly pale all of sudden, almost choking on his food.

"How could ya do that to her ya piece of shit!" Osamu hisses through his teeth like an angry dog.

"It’s nun of yer damn business." Atsumu snarls back but a little bit louder than Osamu.

"Do ya not have any regret or dignity at all?"

Atsumu looks to side, finding the fabric of the chair suddenly more interesting than his brother’s words.

"TSUMU!" A fist all of sudden reaches Atsumu’s Track jacket and his brown eyes find livid grayish-stormish eyes.

Thankfully no one is in Onigiri Miya right now, seeing the owner that full of rage could ruin the restaurant’s reputation and Osamu’s image.

But the ravenette could care less about that right now.

"Why’s it matter so much ta ya?"

Now Osamu is the one who is quiet.

Letting Atsumu go, the blonde fixes his jacket, his eyes still kept on Osamu.

"Ya like her, don'tcha?" The Setter's words are being spit like venom.

"Have ya been fuckin' her behind my back?!" Atsumu adds.

"The fuck did ya just say?!" Osamu‘s face and words are full of rage.

The tension grows more and more with each passing second, each twin seeing red only at the moment.

"YA HEARD ME YA LYIN' SCUMBAG."

"I DID NOT SCREW YER GIRLFRIEND BEHIND YA BACK ASSHOLE! SHE CAME CRYIN' TA ME LAST NIGHT CUZ YA AIN'T LOYAL ENOUGH TA KEEP ONE DECENT PERSON LIKE 'ER."

"Whatever. She's been borin' me out for a while now. Wouldn't have surprised me if she came onto ya next."

And this is the last straw that brings Osamu's fist to his brother's face.

Atsumu falls from the chair and lands on his back, the force of Osamu's punch knocks the air out of his lungs when he falls.

Quickly rounding the corner, the chef stands above the Setter, seeing that his brother‘s nose is bleeding.

Groaning in pain, Atsumu holds his nose, when he saw the blood on his hand, he gets back up and lunges for his twin.

Pushing his body weight against Osamu, the Setter shoves him into the counter where Atsumu sat.

The ravenette is pushing him back with all his might, trying to dodge Atsumu‘s punches.

Years of fighting each other though, Osamu has mesmerized his brother‘s fight style.

Kicking him to the side, Atsumu lets go of him, yelling out in pain and the Setter sees red, trying again to knock Osamu down.

Too engrossed with each other, they don’t hear you coming in.

"Atsumu!Osamu! Please! Stop!" You pant from the door, frantically getting between the tall men, separating them with your hands.

One of Osamu‘s employees, Hitoshi, who just came back from his smoke break, sees the scene before him and since he is a lot bigger than you, he is more successful in separating the twins fully.

Taking a quick look between them, Osamu has a small bleeding cut on his cheek, along with some bleeding on the corner of his mouth.

Atsumu looks a lot worse, Osamu surely got him good.

Atsumu has blood coming from his swollen, slightly off-to-the-side nose, a light purple bruise forming on his left eye already, along with a bleeding cut on his eyebrow above the injured eye.

Both are panting and glaring furious daggers at each other, when your voice and the gentle touch of your soft hand on Osamu’s face, the gray-eyed man looks towards you.

The ravenette calms down a little bit when he sees you.

Your deeply worried face snap him out completely out of his rage.

"Get out of mah shop. Don’t make me say it twice." Osamu threatens in a dark voice that you never heard him use before, it’s honestly a little frightening.

Atsumu looks between you and his brother, and for a moment you see a flash of hurt and regret in Atsumu's eyes. Clearly hurt, that you chose Osamu's side over his.

With a click against his tongue, Atsumu stares angrily at his brother before leaving Onigiri Miya.

Making sure his brother does not change his mind and re-enter his restaurant, Osamu looks at you for a brief second before going to his office in one swift turn without another word.

Hearing the door slam, you flinch visibly by the loudness.

"He‘ll calm down more if you talk to him. You were always his favorite. Go. I‘ll watch over everything here. Thank God we didn’t have any costumers…" Hitoshi whispers to you.

With your eyes widening a little bit at his words, you gulp a big lump down your throat and walk with anxious footsteps to your boss‘ office.

Very carefully opening the door, you peek your head in, seeing if Osamu wants to be left alone or not.

Seeing the light of the small bathroom in his office, you hear him hissing in pain a lot.

Building up the courage, you walk further inside, seeing him cleaning up his cut on his cheek with a cotton ball that he grabbed from the first-aid-box.

"Osamu? You okay?" You ask him in a quiet voice.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, he looks at you with tired but also scared eyes. As if he is scared that he frightened you in some way, due to the physical fight with his twin brother.

" 'm fine. This is nothing. Had it a lot worse a couple of times." The steel-gray eyed ravenette looks back into the mirror, continuing to clean up the wound.

Feeling extremely bad that you have been the reason for the fight, you offer him your help with his cuts.

Accepting your help, you wash your hands before attending to the slightly injured chef.

Pressing another cotton ball full of gauze to his cheek, he flinches away a little bit before relaxing again, actually enjoying your soft act towards him.

When you move to his corner of his busted lip, you try to tap it as careful as you can, highly focused on the task.

All Osamu can do is watch you in awe and even if he feels shitty that he got into a fight with his brother and possibly scared you, you seem like you’re actually enjoying helping him. When your eyes catch his own, your movements slow to a stop, entirely captured by his gaze on you.

When you get a really good look into his eyes, you notice it’s a beautiful shade of silver, on the outside part of irises are faint hint of light blue.

It’s honestly a pair of gorgeous eyes, you’ve never seen anything quite like it.

With yours and Osamu’s pupils dilating, a small blush begins to form on Osamu’s cheeks, as with yours as well.

Two hearts going a thousand miles a minute, yet you feel a strange sense of comfort going over you.

You feel safe, protected, home.

Without realizing it, the two of you begin to lean in towards each other, the handsome man in front of you flickering his eyes between your eyes and your lips.

Slowly closing the gap, you begin to feel slightly dry lips brushing against your own.

His warm breath mingles with yours and the ravenette rests his forehead against your own, tilting his head to the side to fully capture your lips with his own.

It’s a shy, almost inexperienced kiss, like neither of you two have kissed someone before.

Feeling his warm big hand against your cheek, you can feel it sliding behind your neck, grasping it to pull you closer to him.

After a few seconds, you both start to feel a hunger rise in you. But the more passionate the kiss got, the more Osamu started to feel pain from his cuts on his face.

Parting from you, you see Osamu’s lip starting to bleed again and your face flushes even more with heat and redness, apologizing while trying to catch your breath while Osamu is panting a little bit as well.

Realizing what you both just did, the former Opposite Hitter looks shocked, petrified even dare you say.

"I-I am sorry, (Y/N). I-I didn’t mean to-" He stammers but you interrupt him while placing your hands on his cheeks with a big smile.

"Hey, it’s okay. I wanted you to kiss me."

If it’s even possible, his eyes widen more but this time it’s excitement and happiness that fill his expression.

"Ya mean it?" He asks hopefully.

Instead of a reply, you show your feelings with actions instead of words by pulling him to your lips again, reconnecting them.

This time without hesitation, Osamu kisses you back, ignoring the pain this time.

When you part from, he tries to chase after you and you giggle in response.

A smile breaks out on his face, nuzzling your nose with his.

"Don' take this the wrong way, but ‘m glad my dumbass brother punched me in da face for standing' up for ya. Havin' ya here makes it so much better. Believe it or not but my heart always gets very excited whenever ya came in ta work together with me.''

You laugh a little bit at his words, caressing his face gently, admiring his love-struck gaze.

''Osamu... hearing you say that makes me incredibly happy..."

''I can sense a 'but' comin'.'' The ravenette clicks his tongue, gaining a bit of distance between the two of you.

''I.. I just... doesn't it make you feel weird that just one day ago I was dating your brother and the next day, after we broke up, we're kissing?'' You ask with uncertainty in your voice.

Osamu doesn’t reply for a few seconds, taking your words in.

"(Y/N) I ain’t gonna lie ta ya cuz that’s my brother’s thing. But ever since ya walked into my shop with that dazzling smile with yer application forms, it made me week in the knees. It’s like the world stopped movin' for a second. Yer kindness an' passion in yer job made me fall hard for ya." The chef admits in a serious voice but it also includes love and admiration.

His words made you blush and you look away with a shy smile.

A bruised hand finds your face once again, turning to look into your eyes.

When your eyes find his, you see his pupils dilating as he looks at you.

"Why don’t we take things slow then. We’ll go at yer pace, yer takin’ the reigns in this." His other hand takes one of your hands, squeezing it gently in order to comfort you.

Thinking about his offer, you’re considering it.

After a few minutes of thinking, you have your answer.

Lifting both of your hands and placing them on his face, making sure not to touch his wounds, your smile begins to widen, your stomach doing somersaults.

"Alright, I accept your offer."

Mirroring your smile, Osamu seals the deal by kissing you, a kiss full of passion and hope, that you can’t help but dream about the whole night when you go to bed that night.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyū!!#hq x reader #atsumu miya #osamu miya x reader #atsumu miya x reader #miya x reader #angst with a happy ending #osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu #osamu fluff #atsumu #miya twins #hq angst

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the-dewofthesea · 1 year ago

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⚠ beware of MALWARE that have infected multiple mods for the sims

Recently different mods were uploaded/updated under fake accounts or through hacking existing accounts of trusted creators, that have been infected with malware. The malware hides in the scripted package of the script mods, it downloads and run an unknown exe file silently without the user knowing. Because it's an exe file, Mac and Linux users might be exempted for now. The goal of the virus is to steal a vast amount of your data and saved passwords. (For a full explanation and to stay updated on the problem check out sims after dark: https://simsafterdark.com/malware-warning/) 🔸 the awesome modder TwistedMexi has recently released something called ModGuard, this tool scans your mods folder and blocks suspicious items. If you want to have it install it directly from TwistedMexi: https://www.patreon.com/posts/98126153 🔸 known mods to have been affected at some point recently:

“Cult Mod v2” uploaded to ModTheSims by PimpMySims (impostor account)

“Social Events – Unlimited Time” uploaded to CurseForge by MySims4 (single-use account)

“Weather and Forecast Cheat Menu” uploaded to The Sims Resource by MSQSIMS (hacked, real account)

“Seasons Cheats Menu” uploaded to The Sims Resource by MSQSIMS (hacked, real account)

“Motherlode Menu” by MSQSIMS (hacked, real account)

“Mood Cheat Menu” by MSQSIMS (hacked, real account)

“Mouth Preset N16” by PlayersWonderland (hacked, real account)

“Cult Sex Mod V1” from LoversLab

🔸 if you have downloaded these mods recently delete them ASAP!

Overwolf made a tool that can remove the installed virus: https://github.com/overwolf/sims4-social-events-cleaner/releases/tag/1.1

Change all your passwords etc immediately!

You might need to contact your bank to tell them your credit card info is no longer secure. Some banks give you the opportunity to report suspicious activity. In case you do not trust it, just block your card and request a new one.

#the sims #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4cc #mods #ts4 mods #malware #alert

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luxxcia · 1 year ago

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SIMS 4 MOD MALWARE

This isn't what I usually post about, but theres been malware from sims 4 mods. Specifiallly from mods hosted onCurseforge, TheSimsResource, and ModTheSims. It's a lot like the Minecraft Fractureiser virus. The downloaded mod's contain .EXE files that steal personal data and harm computers. The current known infected mods:

"To recap, here are the mods we know for sure were affected by the recent malware outbreak: "Cult Mod v2" uploaded to ModTheSims by PimpMySims (impostor account) "Social Events - Unlimited Time" uploaded to CurseForge by MySims4 (single-use account) "Weather and Forecast Cheat Menu" uploaded to The Sims Resource by MSQSIMS (hacked, real account) "Seasons Cheats Menu" uploaded to The Sims Resource by MSQSIMS (hacked, real account) "Motherlode Menu" uploaded to The Sims Resource by MSQSIMS (hacked, real account) "Mood Cheat Menu" uploaded to The Sims Resource by MSQSIMS (hacked, real account) "Mouth Preset N16" uploaded to The Sims Resource by PlayersWonderland (hacked, real account)" -copied from the sims after dark server!

I'm horrible at explaining but please go check out this post on reddit, run an anti-virus scan if you downloaded any recent sims 4 mods, and perhaps join the sims after dark discord server.

#sims 4 #sims mods #ts4 #simblr #sims #ts4 simblr #my sims #the sims 4 #malware #sims 4 malware #the sims community #the sims cc #curseforge #mod the sims #the sims resource #i cant believe this

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simfinityccfinds · 7 months ago

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My Sims 4 Mods Folder in text form.

By SimfintyPlays.

"Ever wonder who meticulously documents every mod in their game? Well, guess what? It's none other than me, Sara – the ultimate perfectionist with no room for glitchy mods. Consider this your go-to mod-slaying guide, not just another mundane list. Below, you'll discover the mod's status (When I mention Mods, I'm referring to gameplay, not cc or custom content) and a direct link to it. I genuinely hope this proves helpful to everyone, and I'll keep updating this document with each patch as best I can"

If you like what I do consider supporting me by subscribing to my YouTube which you can find below:

Important Links:

Let's start by exploring all my mods below 🙂:

KEY:

✓ - New Update Available

X- Broken / Hasn’t Been Updated

✓ (Does not affect the game ) - Pretty simple, no need to update

X / ✓ (unconfirmed) - Again Pretty Simple, The Creator is unsure if it causes issues so use at own risk/ Hasn’t spoken or made a post about their mods.

(The empty Ones are cc! So not mods lol and can be updated with sims4studio using batch fixes. Find the tutorial Here)

Update to Defaults:

Lamatisse Tapicoeyes Default

Lamatisse Tinsel Default Skin

Luumia Skin Vanilla Merged

VP Lush Bra, Boxers, and Panties

CAS MODS:

More CAS Columns ( Weerbesu) ✓

NSW CAS Tuning-Controlled Position MOD (Northern Siberian Winds) ✓

More Traits in CAS (The Pancake 1) ✓

Stand Still In Cas MizoreYukui (Shooksims) ✓

JS Gradual Aging ✓

100 Base Game Trait Pack X / ✓ (unconfirmed)

Kiara’s Traits + Mods X / ✓ (unconfirmed)

CAS HONORABLE MENTIONS:

No EA Eyelashes ✓

CAS Background #6 Oyster by Biancml

Sims 4 Elegant Font Override ✓ (Does not affect the game )

Minimalist Cas Organizer’s ✓ (Does not affect the game )

Ea Teeth Begone (Pyxis) ✓ (Does not affect the game )

BUILD AND BUY MODS:

T.O.O.L MOD (Twisted Mexi) X

BetterBuildBuy (Twisted Mexi) X

ESSENTIAL MODS:

MC Command (Deaderpool) ✓

UI Cheats (Weerbesu) ✓

Gshade - How to Install It Here ✓ (Does not affect the game )

Milk Thistle Lighting Mod (Softerhaze)- How to Install It Here ✓ (Does not affect the game )

No Glo and No Blu (Luumina) ✓ (Does not affect the game )

XML Injector X / ✓ (unconfirmed)

Chalkd UI ✓

FOOD MODS:

Grannie Cookbook and Addons (LBB) ✓ (No Update Needed)

Bulk Download (a bunch of recipes in one file) (LBB)

ROMANCE AND RELATIONSHIP MODS:

Relationship & Pregnancy Overhaul (Lumpinou) X

Realistic Childbirth Mod (PandaSama) ✓ (No Update Needed)

Expanded Pregnancy Options ✓ (No Update Needed)

GAMEPLAY MODS:

First Impression Mod (Lumnipou) ✓ (No Update Needed)

Mood Mod Pack ✓ (No Update Needed)

Talents and Weaknesses ✓ (No Update Needed)

Andirz Smart Sim Randomiser + Smart Shared Core (Required). ✓

DanitySimmer’s Fashion Designer Mod ✓

DISL_Residetal Lots NPC + Brain-blasted injection tools ✓

MapleDaFlap Come Celebrate Mod ✓ (No Update Needed)

Utopya Billard Mod X / ✓ (unconfirmed)

AJJ Cold Drinks ✓ (No Update Needed)

Cry Mod c

Danity Simmer NFL, WNBA, Sports Pie Menu. ✓

LTT’s Gift Override ✓ (No Update Needed)

Midnitetech’s Generic Lot’s Empty No more. ✓ (No Update Needed)

Scumbumbo’s Teleport Any Sim ✓ (No Update Needed)

Tiasha No Random Hair, A New Names For CAS ✓ (Does not affect the game )

Everyday Clutter Kit Becomes Functional ✓ (No Update Needed)

MISSHISSY:

Note;

The following mods will be updated for Lovestruck on Friday but are perfectly okay to use right now, The Creator has listed here their updated mods!

MissyHissy’s Personality Mod

The Custom Wants Mod

The Hobby Mod ✓

Basemental :

Language Barrier Mod:

SIMSREALIST:

Private Practice ✓ (No Update Needed)

Mortem ✓ (No Update Needed)

Flow Fit ✓ (No Update Needed)

Home and Land Company ✓ (No Update Needed)

All In One Download Here

LMS MODS:✓

*This one is so big that I’m just going to link her curse forge and you can copy and paste the names in the search bar* ↘

Find That Here

Auto Employee

Babysitter

Better Homework

Chores

Dogwalker

Entrance Lot Fees

Go for a Walk

Improve Kids Night Light

Improved Yoga Mat

Kids go for a Walk with Dogs

No Work Traditions

School Holiday

Better Nanny

Call to Meal

Live in Business

No Auto Food Grab After Cooking

Personal Objects

Quick Shower, Quick Bath

Sui Sui Weather AppWorking Pet Waterbowl

CARL:

Dineout Reloaded X / ✓ (unconfirmed)

Retail Reloaded X / ✓ (unconfirmed)

LOT51:

BirdLife ✓ (No Update Needed)

Doorbell ✓

Sunrise Alarm Clock ✓ (No Update Needed)

ZERBU;

:Go to School ✓

Custom Venue Changes ✓

Staff Icons ✓

All Worlds Residental ✓

Spawn Refresh ✓

QUALITY OF LIFE MODS:

Map Replacements:

20th Centuary ✓ (Does not affect the game )

Dershayan (Fanart Maps) ✓ (Does not affect the game )

Missing Plumbob (Mint Valintine ) ✓ (Does not affect the game )

Selectable Pets Always X / ✓ (unconfirmed)

Control Any Sim X / ✓ (unconfirmed)

AMELLCE:

Steady Sit Mod X / ✓ (unconfirmed)

Clean House X / ✓ (unconfirmed)

IN-GAME OVERRIDES:

✓ (Does not affect the game )

Kitchen Sponge

Spray Bottle

Folded Shirt

Laundry Pile

Mop Default Replacement

Adoption Carrier

Leash

*most of these can be found in an all-in-one download*

You can Find Them Here

RAVASHEEN MODS:

Easy Peasy Lumen Squeezy Lights (RSVN) X

These Mods Work in my Game and Have Been Updated to the newest patch:

As of 7/27/2024 at 10:23 pm this is the Updated List For working with the current

(Lovestruck Pack) PC: 1.108.335.1020 / Mac: 1.108.335.1220

Find Patch Notes Below:

#spccfinds #ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4cc #s4cc #sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sims4 #sims #sims 4 custom content

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yadchi-i-guess · 10 months ago

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Deal with the Devil(s)

By Yadchi (I guess)

Electric Shock AU by @leefl00f

So basically Uzi asks Lizzy for a favor, and after some convincing, the queen bee accepts. Anything for her girlfriend, after all...

SFW tickle fic!

Word count: 2,127

Uzi was in a bad mood.

Granted, most days she was in a bad mood, what with getting older and stuff, but today she was particularly sour. And everyone was gonna know about (or be aware of) it, if it's the last thing on Copper-9 she did.

She'd refused to do any of her schoolwork, talked back to the teacher at every turn, and had chucked a dodgeball at Chad in gym class so hard he crashed into the wall. Even his friend Thad was impressed... which might've made Uzi blush a little.

At least now it was lunchtime, and the little rebel could get some real time to herself. She let her feet carry her to a desolate hallway, perfect, wide open space to let her mind wander.

Uzi settled down at the foot of a locker with a small sigh, finally able to just chill. Batteries were on the menu today in her lunchbox, and she was about to toss one in her mouth when something suddenly grazed her neck.

"Eeheheek! Wahahat the heheeck?!" She squeaked, fumbling for the mysterious little tickler as the battery bounced off her face. She pulled it off and was surprised to see Bit hadn't tagged along for the school day. It was PomPom.

"Hehey! What're you doing here, little dude?" Uzi chuckled.

Knowing that his tickles were well received, PomPom scurring around happily in his friend's hand as he was given a battery. He flashed a "TY <3" message at Uzi, whose facescreen glitched and flashed a ">:3" back.

"Having fun with that icky little pet of yours?" Someone standing over Uzi said.

"AGH! Bite me, Lizzy!" Uzi barked as she shot up and clenched her fist around PomPom. She was almost certain sometimes that Doll's girlfriend had the Solver too, with how easily she spooked her from time to time.

"Oh chillllll, you know my locker's right where you're snackin," Lizzy replied nonchalantly. She reached in for something, then looked back at Uzi, who was still eyeing her angrily.

"Not in the mood for your dumb teasing," the little drone pouted. She was just getting to feel a little better... only for Lizzy to screw it all up again.

"Sheesh, sardonic much?" Lizzy asked. "What's with the foul attitude?"

"And why would you care?"

"Dolly's your cousin, and she made it clear I can't treat you like garbage."

Uzi let out a small "hpmh" and sat back down, forcing her attention back on PomPom grooming his front legs in an attempt to ignore Lizzy. "Just bite me. Doll's the reason why I'm so upset," she said acidically.

"Seriously? Doll making you angry? That's far from a first," Lizzy said as she leaned against the locker. "What's so different about this time?"

"The fact she got away with it!" Uzi spat back. "She tickled me and teased me, and it was stupid, and I couldn't tickle her back! And I FRICKING LOST BECAUSE OF IT!"

A couple nights ago, Doll had challenged Uzi to a Mario Kart rematch to make up for Uzi cheating earlier, but the Russian drone had used the cheeky tactic employed on herself before; tickling Uzi to distract her while they were racing. She had then teleported back home right before Uzi tackled her.

Although it was a generalized rule that revenge would always occur between cousins, Uzi hadn't yet been able to get close enough to Doll and get her sweet revenge, making her typically snarky, mischievous attitude rot like an old piece of human food since then.

But that's when a little lightbulb went off in her head. The one that usually meant another one of her devious little ideas was forming, and a smirk would grow on her face.

"Hey, Lizzy," Uzi said with a gloat. "How would you-"

"Nope, this is between you and Doll," Lizzy interrupted bluntly as she turned away. Unfortunately, she didn't get far as Uzi activated [Translate] on the worker to immobilize her.

"Ohhhhh no you don't," Uzi deadpanned. "You're gonna help me get back at Doll because nothing can stop me."

"Oh, for robo-god's sake, Uzi..." Lizzy sighed as she struggled to break free (to no avail).

"Can't you give it a rest and NOT try to get revenge on her? Besides, what's in it for-"

"First of all, we're cousins, it's like siblings fighting, but you live in different houses," Uzi retorted. "Second off... I know how to make your hangout with your girlfriend betterrrrrr!"

Lizzy just blinked. Could she really trust this little weirdo to make her hangout (totally not date) more enjoyable? Frankly, not really, but she didn't have many other options.

"Go on..." she said dryly.

"Tell ya what," Uzi started to explain. "I'm gonna give you PomPom for the night. Cuddle with Doll for a bit, get really into an old human tv show or something... then let him scurry alllllll over Doll."

"And I get in return...?"

"The delightful giggling from your girlfriend."

"..."

"Ugh... and I'll wear one of the spare cheerleader outfits for the rest of the week."

"Hah!" Lizzy chuckled, satisfied. "Consider it done!"

Uzi's face lit up in pure excitement, foreseeing the absolute chaos that would unfold during their date. She released her Solver grip on Lizzy.

"Shake on it?" Uzi asked cheekily, holding out her hand. Lizzy reluctantly took her hand, relieved to see the little rebel didn't try to pull anything.

"Anything to see my girlfriend laugh," Lizzy smirked, but it melted off her face when she saw PomPom crawling on Uzi's shoulder. "But did your friend really have to be a roach...?"

"Yes, bite me," Uzi spat.

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The timing could not be more perfect.

Doll came into Lizzy’s room, looking very down and somewhat filthy. She immediately went in for a hug from her popular girlfriend, something she rarely ever did.

"What's wrong, Dolly?" Lizzy asked calmly, stroking the Russian drone's stiff wig.

["Nothing..."] Doll mumbled. ["Got in a fight. Don't wanna talk about it."]

"Yeaaaah... it's ok, girlfriend," Lizzy replied brightly. "Now you have me, and we can just cuddle and be cute together!"

Doll nodded slowly. Lizzy was so good at comforting her that it was almost ridiculous. Her bright, loving disposition was simply infectious. The solver drone settled on the bed to be as close as possible, a moth drawn to her light. Her low mood was a thing of the past within minutes of turning on some human tv show from the 90s.

["This again?"] Doll muttered. ["We watched this last week..."]"Nah, pretty sure this is a..." Lizzy trailed off as she watched the intro. "Nope, never mind. It's the pilot again."

["I've never understood why they named that character 'remember'..."] Doll commented.

Lizzy hummed in reply, and 10 minutes in, she noticed Doll seemed to be very drawn into the show, to the point where she'd barely respond to a poke on the shoulder.

Operation "Revenge of the Giggles" was a go.

The blonde drone reached under her helmet and pulled out a small, wriggling mass that had been sleeping until now. She let PomPom hop off her hand and onto Doll’s head, doing a rather good job of holding in her mischievous snickering.

["What's so funny...?"] Doll asked after a solid minute.

"Ohhhhh, it's a little secret, Dolly." Lizzy replied. "And secrets are blackmail... well, until they get found out, anyway."

["Implying... Eeheheek! *hic* Whaahaht the hehehck?!"]

Lizzy simply smirked as she watched PomPom crawl around on Doll's stomach in excitement, making the solver drone curl up and cover her belly to lessen the tickles. The way Doll squealed with laughter made a wide grin spread on Lizzy’s face, just as wide as the one her girlfriend couldn't contain. It was that adorable.

"Oop! Looks like my secret's out!" Lizzy remarked mischievously.

["Lizzyyyhyhyhy! *hic* Hehehahaa!"] Doll stammered, her voice broken heavily with giggles. ["Geeheheht hihihm off meehehheee! *hic* Ehehhahaha!"]

"Hm, nah," Lizzy answered, leaning back and going on her phone. "I'm totally enjoying this more than I thought I would."

However, it wasn't long before PomPom hopped off of Doll's belly, seemingly uninterested in tickling her more. Doll rolled away to put some kind of distance between her and the bug, falling on the floor.

["Nehehever... do that to me again..."] Doll huffed, her voice still laced with giggles. ["Heeeehh... what're you looking at...?"]

"Uhm... Is PomPom supposed to be squeaking at a random wall?" Lizzy asked, watching the bug chirping at... nothing in particular.

Doll shrugged, then examined the wall as she stood. Perhaps there was a threat on the other side? PomPom sounded very... in distress, something Uzi mentioned that giggle bugs could practically smell danger throughout the whole bunker.

Then Doll spotted the vent. A small one, but it was big enough to let an infestation of bugs in and out. There were two tiny flickers of pink light. Then two more. And more. Lizzy had noticed it, too.

"Uhmm... Dolly...?" Lizzy spoke up hesitantly. "D-does PomPom have any... friends?"

["Dozens, why?"]

"...why DID UZI LIKE, NOT TELL ME?!"

[Yep, that checks out], Doll thought.

However, she didn't get a response out of her mouth before more giggling came first. She looked down and saw the giggle bugs already crawling up her legs.

["No no no, nohohoho!"] Doll squealed as she curled around her stomach again. ["Hehhahaha! *hic* Nohohot ahahahgain!"]

"Doll!" Lizzy exclaimed as she perched herself on the backboard of her bed. She wasn’t having it any easier. The bugs had never tickled her before, which meant a lovely new friend. She had managed to get away, but not for long. One of the bugs jumped onto her leg and started its ascension.

"ACK! EW!" Lizzy screeched shrilly. "Get off me-eheeheee! Eheheheheee! Stahahahahap!"

Doll had enough strength to pull her head up and saw Lizzy being swarmed. It was somewhat adorable, hearing the queen bee's goofy, bubbly laughter... too bad she didn't seem to be enjoying it.

["Hehehee! *hic* just leheheheet it haaaahahappen!"] Doll advised as best she could. ["They'll stahahahp eventuallyhyhhy!"]

"Whehehehen?!"

["I don't knohoohOHOHOHO! AAAAHAHHAA!"]

The unholy screaming that came from Doll just after she stopped laughing almost made Lizzy assume the devil had paid them a visit. The giggle bugs had started using the fuzzy fluffs on their feet and rubbed them on Doll's skin, unluckily on her death spot.

"Hehehehey!" Lizzy exclaimed at the bugs. "Leheheheve her ribs alohoohohne!"

Unfortunately, she didn't count on the bugs getting to her armpits, and she let out an unholy scream of her own.

"AAAAAAAHHAHAA! NOHOHOHOT THEEHHEEHRE!" Lizzy cackled, throwing her head back as the bugs skittered all over her. She was having such a bad time that digital tears of mirth welled up in her optics.

After what seemed like hours (in reality, it was around 7 minutes of on and off tickling), Lizzy finally got to catch a real breath as the bugs got off her body.

"Heeeeeh... hehehe... ok... that actually felt nice... heheh..." Lizzy panted. "D-doll?" ["Lizzyyyhyhyhy! Heheheheh... heheheehelp!"] Doll giggled weakly. She'd had it way worse and was way over her limit. Unfortunately, PomPom and his buddies hadn't gotten the message.

"Oh! Uh, uh..." Lizzy jumped and attempted to scare the bugs away. Given that she had the height advantage, it worked. "Shoo! Get off her! Leave her alone!"

Little by little, the giggle bugs scurried away from Doll and back into the vent, headed up by PomPom, who the worker drones had no doubt was satisfied in another job well done.

"You good, Dolly?" Lizzy asked as she helped Doll off the floor.

["I-I'll be fine..."] Doll stammered as she tried to regain her breath. ["*hic!* hff... hff...]

"Dear robo-god... I'm so sorry, girl!" Lizzy said as she pulled Doll into a hug. "If I'd known Uzi would sic this on us, I'd have never struck a deal!"

["Is ok... is ok..."] Doll replied quietly, patting her girlfriend's back. The two pulled away from each other, looking at one another up and down. Then Lizzy giggled.

"Wow. OMG," she said. "Those giggle bugs really did a number on ya! And in a good way."

Doll looked down at herself. There was no trace of dirt and filth from earlier anywhere. No wonder the giggle bugs went on her so hard.

["Ah, well..."] Doll trailed off awkwardly as she blushed. ["Heheh... they did."]

"Oh you, always being so modest," Lizzy chuckled. She leaned back on the bed. "C'mon. You need alllllll the r&r after that."

Doll nodded and laid down halfway on Lizzy, clinging softly to her as they resumed their show.

["Hey Lizzy...] Doll mumbled.

"Hm?"

["Wanna help me get revenge on Uzi tomorrow?"]

"Totes."

["Thanks... what'd I do to deserve you as a girlfriend...]

The end :]

Wow, it has been a HOT MINUTE since I published a tickle fic! I really gotta get back into this, it's so fun writing murder drones fluff. <3

#murder drones #murder drones fanfic #murder drones uzi #murder drones lizzy #murder drones doll #murder drones tickles #sfw tk blog #sfw tickle community

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 11 months ago

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The Witching Hour: Chapter 1

Pairing: Detective!Bob Floyd x Reader

WitchAU - Based on Practical Magic

This series is a Sequel to Blessed Be and I wouldn't recommend reading alone!

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Witchcraft, Cheating, Mentions of Death, Alcohol, I think that's it?

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“Hi, I know this is going to sound weird but… do I know you? I saw you through the window, and couldn’t shake the feeling we’ve met before. I’m… I’m Bob, Bob Floyd.” He stuck his hands in his back pockets awkwardly.

You smiled at him, “I don’t think we have, I’m (Y/N) but you can call me Bree, like-“

“Sabrina the Teenage Witch.” He nodded, chuckling. “Yeah, I feel like I knew that already.”

You were taken aback by how the handsome man who stood in front of you already knew the reason behind your nickname.

Had someone on the island already spoken to him and pointed him towards your store?

You chuckled nervously, something about this Bob made you unable to stand still.

“Are… are you after anything in particular?” You asked politely, growing red under his piercing blue gaze.

He cleared his throat and walked over to the shelf you stood in front of.

“Oh uhm… I’m not sure exactly, what would you recommend?” He grinned his crooked grin and he stood next to you

The heat that radiated off of him tingled your skin, and you glanced up at him for a moment. Your mom and Carla had noticed the energy shift and had slunk back into the storage room awkwardly.

“Well our customers seem to really like this, it’s an aphrodisiac. You put some in your drink and whoever you’re… you know…” you trailed off awkwardly. You’d never had an issue selling your products before, but this man was making you sweat. You tugged at your collar in a futile attempt to breathe.

“You okay?” Bob noticed, turning to face you. You were so close to him you could smell his cologne, citrusy and oaky, and you could see the small smattering of freckles across his tanned face.

Before you could answer, the door flew open and the bell jingled violently. In stepped a tall, very dark haired, unfairly beautiful woman, clearly impatient.

“Bobby can you hurry up please? It’s hot in the car and you said you’d only be a second.” She whined, fanning herself down as she glanced around your small store with a look of disdain, her eyes finally landing on you.

“Yeah, sorry.” Bob mumbled, “It was nice to meet you Bree. I’ll come back another time when I have longer to browse.” He said lowly to you, shooting you a sweet smile before he left the store reluctantly with the woman.

You were left breathless in his aftermath, he felt so familiar yet you couldn’t place it. He was clearly not from the island, you’d recognise him if he were, but had he perhaps been here before? You weren’t sure.

The rest of the day flew by in a blur, and at the end of it you and your mom left and said goodbye to Carla as she locked up.

Instead of driving home, your mom drove towards the harbour.

“Where are we going?” You laughed, but you knew full well.

“I'm not in the mood to cook tonight, thought we could eat at Jo’s Fishery for a change.” She murmured as she drove.

But it wasn't a rare occurrence, you ate out more than you ate in.

You shrugged, you’d never turn down an opportunity to eat out, especially if your mom was paying.

You walked into Jo’s Fishery, a quaint harbourside restaurant that overlooked the waters edge, a beautiful view of the big cliffs, a small winding path leading from the far end of the shore up around the cliffside, to a little ledge you loved to frequent.

The waitress sat you down at your favourite table.

“Thanks Marjory.” You mom sighed as she climbed into the booth.

You both browsed the menu for a while.

“Ohh, they have a new seafood pasta.” You hummed, “I think I’ll go for that, what do you think?” You asked absentmindedly as you skimmed through the other options.

Your iced tea arrived and Marjorie lingered over the table for a moment.

“Honey do you know that man?” She asked suddenly.

Your head shot up and you turned to face the direction she was looking, “He hasn’t stopped making googly eyes at you since you walked in.” Her hands now on her hips as she looked over at him disapprovingly.

“Oh!” You said in surprise, a small curious smile forming on your lips, “That’s Bob. We met earlier, he’s nice, I wouldn’t give him a hard time Marj.” you nodded. Bob blushed and grinned at you across the room, he sat alone.

You waved at him and shot him a friendly smile back, just as the woman he was with in the store came out of the bathroom. You quickly turned back to the table awkwardly.

You ordered your meals and as soon as Marjorie left, your mother gave you a disapproving look.

“What?” You asked cautiously, your face growing hot.

“You better not get involved with a taken man, Bree, you know that’ll only end in disaster.” She warned.

“I’m not. We spoke once, mom. It’s no big deal.”

“That’s not what it looked like in the store.”

You sighed, “Just leave it please? Im not gonna do anything. He’s probably gonna be gone in a few days anyway.”

You were suddenly filled with inexplicable dread, you didn’t want him to leave.

You shook the thought away and changed the subject quickly. You spoke about your sisters and their travels while you waited for your food, and you planned on visiting the aunts in France as you ate, the entire time a burning sensation on the back on your neck alongside goosebumps were prevalent.

By the time you paid and got up to leave, Bob had gone.

Your mother drove up the long winding road to your big white house on the cliffs edge, the drive silent as your mind drifted elsewhere.

“Bree?” You were suddenly pulled from your daydream, your mother already having climbed out of the car, waiting for you.

“Sorry, was miles away.” You mumbled, climbing out of the vehicle.

“Are you okay honey? You seem a little off.”

“I’m fine, probably feeling a little sluggish from all the pasta.” You lied. “I’m gonna go and have a shower and then hit the hay, love you.”

You hugged your mom and bolted up the stairs, eager to get away from her suspicious eyes. Your mom always knew when you were lying, only this time you had no idea why you were.

You turned on the shower and stood under the hot stream of water, hoping the heat would wash away your still lingering goosebumps. It didn’t do much good other than giving you a moment to breathe and think. This morning you’d woken up feeling totally normal, just another day, and then your world was spun on its axis the moment Bob Floyd walked through the door.

You thought about his crooked smile and the bluest eyes you’d ever seen, how his eyes crinkled when he laughed and how your heart thudded painfully hard against your chest every time you thought about him.

You were convinced you were coming down with something, this wasn’t normal.

Climbing out of the shower, now red hot with steam billowing off of your skin, goosebumps still somehow there, you walked to the bedroom window with your towel wrapped around you and threw open your big window. The cool air a welcomed feeling as you breathed in the crisp saltiness of the crashing waves at the bottom of the cliff below.

You sighed as you sat on the windowsill and stared out at the moonlight reflecting against the sea below, warping and changing its bright face against the inky water.

Something was pulling you, begging you to get dressed and go down to your favourite ledge, the one your dad would always take you to as a kid, the best picnic spot, but you shook the feeling away as best as you could, closing the window and climbing into your favourite oversized t-shirt and pyjama shorts.

You hadn’t been in bed long before the urge to walk out of the house, down the long winding road into town, and around the cliffside to your to the ledge was gnawing at you so badly that you had no choice but to slip on your sneakers and quietly patter down the stairs.

You opened the front door slowly, stopping every time it uttered a horrible squeak. Your mother would surely think you were a nutcase if she caught you and you weren’t in the mood to explain why you were dashing out in the middle of the night in your pyjamas. You muttered a quick silencing spell which muffled the squeak, and slid out the door as quietly as you could. As soon as you had reached the end of the drive your legs inadvertently sped up until you were jogging towards town.

You loved how beautifully lit up the town looked at night, little windows illuminated by soft lights, people just getting on with their lives, completely unfocused on the gripes of the outside world, it felt peaceful.

You jogged and jogged until you reached the harbour, the narrow winding path coming into view under the street lamp lights along the docks.

You slowed to a walk and panted as you fought to get the oxygen back to your starved lungs. You climbed the winding path and the pull became ever stronger the closer you got to your ledge.

It was dark now that the lamplight disappeared behind you, nothing but the moon guiding your feet along the narrow path, but you weren’t phased, you just needed to get there.

Your goosebumps grew stronger, annoyingly so, and you rubbed at your bare arms in a desperate attempt to subdue them. When you reached the ledge, you suddenly felt disappointed.

It was empty.

You walked over to the small clearing and sat down, your legs thanking you. As you stared out over the water, still trying to steady your breathing, you thought about your dad and what he'd say about all of this.

"Take a chance Pumpkin, I did and it was the best decision I ever made." his voice bounced around in your head. You missed him so much, especially at times like this.

You loved your mom, but given what she'd been through, she could be a little quick to offer her opinion, and you couldn't help but think she'd judge you if she could read your mind. Your dad on the other hand had been the one you could tell anything to, he was your best friend.

"I could really use one of our chats right about now, dad." You whispered out to the sea.

"Bree?" a voice called out from the dark, and for a split second you thought somehow your dad was communicating with you from beyond the grave.

You turned to face the direction the voice had come from, and in the dim moonlight you saw a familiar face, but it wasn't your dads.

"Bob?"

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-- Chapter 2 Here --

I will be taking slightly longer writing chapters for this series as life has become a smidge busy, but I promise to still be as regular as possible <3

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