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g1rld1ary · 8 months ago

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unlucky ; luke castellan x reader

➻ synopsis: when clarisse mixes up her days, her physio appointment clashes with the exam she was supposed to drive you to. lucky for you, she's got a friend who owes her a favour

➻ word count: 2570

➻ content: swearing, anxious!reader, fluff

➻ not sure how i feel about this but it is written which is more than I can say about all my other wips so...

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You were going to ace your exam. There was no other option, you’d prepared for everything. Your flash cards were colour coded and worn thin from revision, your cheap printer had basically had a fit from how many practise questions you’d printed out, and your whiteboard was crammed with revision notes. There was no way you were going to do anything less than stellar, you’d planned out every last detail of the day.

“What do you mean your exam is today?” Clarisse asked you as you stood in front of her, fully dressed and bag all packed. You hadn’t planned on this.

“Clar, it’s Wednesday. My exam is on Wednesday. I need you to drive me or I won’t get there.”

“Oh, Gods. Dude, I totally mixed up the days, I can’t drive you, I’ve got that physio appointment I told you about, the one that has a five month waitlist. I’m so sorry,” Your roommate groaned and you bit your lip to stop yourself from crying. The Ubers around were hopeless, cancelling at the last minute and never actually picking you up — and it wasn’t you, your rating was perfectly high, for the record.

“Fuck,” You both cursed as you tried to figure out a solution. You wanted to be angry at Clarisse, but you knew you couldn’t. It was an honest mistake on her part, and she had to go to her appointment if she wanted to have any shot of getting back into the boat next semester and retain her rowing scholarship. Mostly you were mad at yourself that you didn’t have any backup plans, especially since you always had at least two. You were about to give up and start running across the city to try and make it in time when Clarisse’s eyes lit up, snapping her fingers excitedly.

“I’ve got it: I have a friend who I know for a fact won’t be doing anything right now and owes me a favour. I can get him to drive you?” You hesitated. On the one hand, Clarisse’s friend was probably the only way you were going to get to your exam punctually, but on the other, being in a car with some stranger would drastically heighten your anxiety and throw off all of your routines. With one more moment of thought you swallowed your nerves and nodded yes. Clarisse got on her phone, hurriedly dialling her friend. You watched in uneasy anticipation as she argued with the boy, referencing a myriad of situations you knew nothing about, clearly emphasising how much he owed her. You bit back a smile at that, Clarisse would always keep tabs on who owed her.

Finally she nodded at you and you couldn’t contain your grin. As much as the thought of navigating city traffic with a strange boy made your stomach churn — and not in the good way — your anxiety was completely outweighed by your desperation to get to your exam.

Waiting for him to arrive was a whole different story. Clarisse’s appointment was earlier than yours and so you had to wait on your own, frantically going over your notes again as you sat on the stoop of your apartment building, converse grinding into the concrete anxiously. To his credit, it wasn’t long before he pulled up, pulling into the parking space in front of you far too fast for your liking.

You observed the car skeptically. You didn’t want to judge when he was doing you such a big favour, but it was an integral part of you. The car was old and a bit worn down, but not so much in a ‘the owner’s a slob’ kind of way, more that you could tell it was well loved and had had its share of adventures. You could say the same for the boy inside it. He was beautiful, but you could tell he wasn’t really the type to think about his appearance too much. His shirt was clearly well loved, worn slightly thin from use, and he had a thin scar running down his cheek from his eye. You tried to smile sociably as you climbed in the passenger seat.

“Hi,” You said, introducing yourself quietly as you gripped your notes tightly.

“I’m Luke,” He replied, shooting you a quick smile.

The two of you sat awkwardly for a while, conversation at an uneasy halt. Luke had asked you a few polite questions, but your growing anxiety over the exam made it hard for you to think. At least until Luke had the bright idea of bringing up your roommate.

“So, how do you know Clarisse?” He asked, and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips.

“She’s my best friend!” You grinned, “We were assigned to be roommates in freshman year and ended up getting along surprisingly well for, well, the type of people we are. When it was time to move out of the dorms and get an apartment together, it just seemed natural that we’d continue to live together. You must be part of her other friendship group, then?” Luke was glad you’d started to come out of your shell, the chatty version of you that Clarisse had inspired made the battle against traffic much more bearable.

“Yeah, we all met through the sports program. I was kind of a package deal with Chris, so when they got together she got the blessing of hanging out with me too,” He joked, “How come we’ve never met? I know Chris tells her to bring you all the time.” Your cheeks flushed at being caught out avoiding the group.

“I’m not really good at talking to people, I feel so awkward. Plus I need to study, I don’t have the fallback of sport that Clar does. The times that she’s hosted have been actual coincidences though! I was visiting family the last time you all came to the apartment — promise I’m not actively avoiding you all.” Luke smiled at your bashful expression, tapping along light-heartedly to whatever grunge rock he had playing.

You conversed more easily for a while, you wanted to learn more about him, and Luke was a good conversationalist. He talked about his course in a way which interested you like it never had before. You didn’t think it was possible for economics to sound so fun. Whilst it took your mind off the exam for a while, Luke returning the questions about your major made your anxiety return tenfold, foot beginning to tap incessantly.

“Hey, uh, do you mind if I go over some of my flashcards just before we get to campus?” Luke agreed of course, piping in with questions to make you expand on what you’d learnt. It was irritating, but only because you knew it was a brilliant way to revise.

You hadn’t expected Luke to be so helpful or so amiable. Although they’d been friends for a year or two, Clarisse rarely mentioned him. Usually the focus of her tales were Chris or Silena, Luke usually featured as the poor boy making a fool of himself through one stupid act or another. Maybe you really would start going out with them if all Clarisse’s friends were so nice.

The closer you got to your exam hall, the quicker you started speaking, words tumbling out so fast Luke could hardly understand them. You were whipping yourself up into a frenzy, and the boy next to you did not know what to do. None of his friends ever got this concerned about their academics, and he had little practice in comforting anxious girls.

When he pulled up to a parking space, you were borderline hyperventilating, shaking hands making the cue cards threaten to spill everywhere. Despite all this, you forced yourself to stop for a moment, making yourself connect your eyes with Luke’s.

“Thank you,” You said, voice surprisingly steady given the moments prior. Luke was admittedly slightly taken aback, but brushed it off much too casually. You weren’t so easily deterred.

“Seriously! You picked up a neurotic girl you don’t know with literally five minutes warning. You let me talk your ear off and basically saved my grade. You’ve got to at least let me, like, get you dinner sometime.” Luke looked like he was gonna argue with your praise but thought better of it, simply shrugging and revealing a smile that made your heart skip a beat. You hopped out of the car, pulling your arms around yourself tightly as you tried to mentally prepare yourself for the exam ahead. When you heard your name being called you turned back curiously, to be met with Luke sticking his head out of his passenger side window — how tall was this boy?

“Good luck!” He yelled, cheeky grin on his face. You gave an exaggerated huff, smile creeping onto your face despite your unease. You rolled your eyes, waving goodbye before rushing into the hall, running to catch up with one of the girls you knew from class. Luke smiled, laughing to himself as he pulled out of the park.

The exam was awful. Like, dogshit terrible. Hot flushes of embarrassment shot up from your toes, burning tears sitting in your lash line as you made inane complaints to some of your friends from your cohort, hoping desperately they couldn’t tell how devastated you were.

It all just felt like a waste. After all that revision, sleepless nights and study groups with people you didn’t even really like, the exam was still awful, and you were one more minor inconvenience from a full-blown meltdown. You said goodbye to your friends, and there came the inconvenience: with all the anticipation of getting to the exam, you’d forgotten to figure out how you were getting home.

God you wished you had your license. Or adequate public transport. Before you could talk yourself down from a frenzy you were crying, and sat yourself down on the steps outside the exam hall for a private moment.

The honking of a car made you look up, and the sight of Luke’s old Toyota had your tears turning to ones of relief. You sprung out of your seat, wiping your tears hurriedly as you practically skipped over to his car.

“What are you doing here?” You couldn’t help but laugh, embarrassed at your dramatics.

“Couldn’t let the academic weapon walk home across the city all alone could I?” You shook your head enthusiastically, smile erupting on your face as you hopped into the passenger seat.

You sat in somewhat awkward silence as Luke began the drive. Whilst you weren’t still actively crying, it was excessively obvious that you were distraught. Luke didn’t know what to do or how to comfort you, but he was never one to stop trying.

“You know what the best thing about Chris being pre-med is?” He said, and you looked up curiously at the random topic. You shrugged, using the mirror attached to the sun visor to wipe away some of your smudged mascara. “I now know for a fact that chocolate makes serotonin, and that makes you happy. So what d’you say we go get some ice cream?”

Luke took you to an adorable little ice cream parlour a few blocks from campus and bought you both cups of chocolate ice cream, calmly ignoring your protests. Sitting in a booth together it was remarkable how quickly your mood had shifted. Luke was shockingly charming, and seemingly knew exactly what to say to get you to open up, and before long you were chatting as if you’d been friends for years.

He told you dozens of stories of his and Clarisse’s friendship group, recounting all the wild nights and stupid adventures they’d had. You loved it, you’d heard most of them from your flatmate but an alternate perspective made you cackle all over again.

“How did you know when my exam finished? It was three hours long,” You said when there was a lull in conversation. Luke looked uncharacteristically bashful, suddenly avoiding eye contact with you and focusing intently on his ice cream.

“I’ve just been hanging on campus,” He confessed, “I took a lap at five past the hour to try and catch you.” You couldn’t help your grin.

“You are such a softie!” You squealed, shoving his shoulder lightly. He shook his head aggressively but you could have sworn that the Luke Castellan was blushing.

It wasn’t long before Luke was driving you home, the two of you scream singing to Kelly Clarkson (you’d taken over the aux, but Luke didn’t seem to mind that much). You felt a little betrayed that Clarisse had been friends with him for so long and yet you’d never crossed paths. You also wondered how you’d never noticed how hot the guy in all of her Instagram posts was, but that was neither here nor there.

As you pulled up in front of your apartment building you almost felt sad, but for a completely different reason than you were an hour before. All thoughts of your shit exam were gone, replaced by thoughts of Luke and the lightness in your chest he’d caused.

You sat in the car together, clearly hesitant to go. Finally, you knew you had to leave and reached for the door handle.

“Wait,” He said. You stopped. “Our group is going for dinner tomorrow night, uh, you should come. If you want.” Luke was looking anywhere but at you, and you felt your beam even if he couldn’t see it (he could, but for his sanity he was trying really hard to pretend he didn’t).

“Yeah,” You replied breathily, “Yeah, I’ll think about it.” You thanked him again for the lift and the ice cream before hopping up the steps into your apartment. Neither of you could control your giddy grins for an embarrassing amount of time.

When Clarisse got home that evening she was all apologies for her mix up, but when you of all people brushed off her disorganisation she figured something was up.

“So, how was Luke? Not too scary?” She asked as you both sat on the couch, Love Island rerun playing. You tried to answer noncommittally, eyes locked on the screen.

“He was nice,” You said, immediately forcing a laugh at whatever bullshit one of the boys in the villa had said. You could feel Clarisse eyeing you suspiciously, you would never be so vague — especially not when today was such a huge deal for you. Nevertheless she hummed in agreement, sparking a plan in her head.

“Hey, so the group are going to dinner tomorrow, you should come. It’ll be me, Chris, Silena, maybe a few others. Luke’ll be there too, I think.” She feigned innocence, counting them out on her fingers.

“Yeah, ok, I’ll be there,” You replied, trying to play it cool despite never having once agreed to go out with her friends. Clarisse’s raised eyebrow told you all you needed to know about your acting.

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coolprettyleo · 5 months ago

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the jokes weren't funny. - connor bedard ☆

wc: 627

tw: filming, drama, sadness, mean comments

ryan leonard x ex oc

connor bedard x oc

death by a thousand cuts au

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frankie hughes felt like she couldn't catch a break for the life of her.

no matter how many times the girl thought her life was finally getting better, it only seemed to turn around and smack her right back down.

she sat in the las Vegas hotel room in tears as she read through the comments about the latest TMZ article that, of course, had to do with her.

someone had filmed her and connor outside the bar last night as they waited for their Uber, and the video was quite interesting, to say the least.

it started off with the two of them drunkenly dancing around from the muffled bar music, obviously intoxicated, which seemed to cause a stir amongst the media, seeing as they were both underage and were supposed to be 'role models'. it only got worse because the two young adults seemed to forget they were in public and made out with each other against the wall a little later on into the video.

the comments were brutal, and she couldn't help but think she deserved every single one.

what happened to her and ryan? they were so cute.

omg she's cheating

puck bunny at its finest

leonards too good for her anyways

why do i ship

maybe it wouldn't have been such a big deal, but people still believed she was with ryan. they hadn't given anyone to believe they were over, they hadn't unfollowed each other or removed the pictures of each other from their social media, so it was understandable why the world thought she was a cheater.

she had definitely felt like one. her heart still belonged to ryan, but she was sure he would want nothing to do with her once he caught sight of the video.

she felt completely helpless, so she resorted to doing nothing but curl up into a ball and cry. wondering why the hell she was the way she was.

she was cut off from wallowing in self-pity when her manager, darcy, called. knowing it was going to be nothing but a scolding, she answered because she most likely had a solution.

"hello?" she answered a bit timidly.

"hello. I'm assuming you've seen the video, and I'm calling to tell you it's going to be fine. you were bound to have a scandal at some point; I'm just happy it isn't rehab yet. anyways, we have two choices, we can put out a statement on your behalf, or you unfollow and remove every picture of ryan from your feed," darcy rushed out.

"I don't- I don't want to do that," frankie said, feeling tears begin to sting her eyes. she felt like that would make the breakup so much more real, and she knew she wasn't ready to do that yet.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice, honey. you're still on the rise, and a big scandal this early into your career won't go well. it's better to put out the fire before it gets bigger," darcy explained to her.

"I just feel like it will blow over if we, like, let it," Frankie said.

"it wouldn't just blow over! unless..." darcy thought as frankie waited. anything would sound better to her at this point.

"i mean, i would have to get in contact with his team, but I'm sure they'd be on board. the internet loves a good crossover, just look at taylor swift and travis kelce-"

"what?" frankie asked, confused as to who or what she was saying.

"we could make the public think you and ryan have been separated for a while now," she said

"and how would we do that?" frankie asked, scared to hear the answer.

"you get into a pr relationship with connor bedard, of course!"

#nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey fic #ryan leonard #bc hockey #connor bedard x reader #connor bedard x oc #connor bedard #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #frankie x ryan #ryan leonard x reader

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03jyh23 · 2 months ago

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🌌⌇ thuggish charm chapter two let's fall in love for tonight; a jung wooyoung mini-series

badboy(?) wooyoung x fem!reader

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│synopsis: the one where a blind date gone wrong turns into an unexpected adventure

│genre: romance

│trigger warnings: mild violence, blood, assault brief mention

│words: 6.6 k

│reminder: what you’re about to read is purely fiction, so let’s keep it separate from reality.

!minors do not interact!

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It was a cold Saturday night. You stood in front of the restaurant you'd left in a hurry after realizing the guy your friend had set you up with for a blind date had stood you up. God, you'd spent so many hours preparing for that date—you did your hair, and make-up, shaved everywhere and bought new clothes and shoes—only to get stood up like this. The cold autumn wind was making your skin break out in goosebumps; you started to shake uncontrollably, as your jacket did little to shelter you from the cold. Or perhaps it was from anger? It was already 20 minutes since you started ordering an Uber ride home, but as Saturday nights were always the busiest, you hadn't been connected to a driver. You sighed in frustration, refreshing the app for what felt like the hundredth time. The streets around you were bustling with people enjoying their night out, oblivious to your predicament. You shivered again, pulling your jacket tighter around you, and wondered how much longer you'd have to wait in this cold. All you wanted to do now was buy yourself a bottle of wine and bottom it while watching any stupid TV show that could get your mind off being stood up. The idea of drowning your sorrows and distracting yourself with mindless entertainment suddenly seemed like the perfect solution to this disastrous evening. You canceled your Uber request and started walking toward the nearest liquor store, your heels clicking on the pavement. The thought of your cozy couch, a large glass of wine, and some mind-numbing TV show was the only thing keeping you going. It wasn't the night you had planned, but it was the night you now desperately needed.

As you navigated through the bustling streets, you found yourself immersed in a sea of people. The night was alive with energy, a stark contrast to your dampened spirits. Couples walked hand in hand, their laughter and intimate whispers a painful reminder of your failed date. Groups of friends stumbled by, their raucous laughter and carefree attitudes hinting at their inebriated state. Single individuals like yourself weaved through the crowd, some with purpose, others seemingly adrift in the night's possibilities. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as you observed the happiness surrounding you, your own disappointment weighing heavily on your shoulders.

The sound of your heels echoing off the narrow walls of the small street suddenly seemed too loud in the quiet night. You had chosen this shortcut to the liquor store, eager to get home and forget about your disastrous evening. The darkness didn't bother you; you were too focused on the promise of wine and mindless TV to care.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the night air, coming from one of the back alleys. "Help!! Bandit, robber! Help!" The desperate cry sent chills down your spine, stopping you in your tracks. Your heart began to race, adrenaline surging through your body. Without a second thought, you found yourself sprinting towards the source of the distressed voice. Your heart pounded in your chest as you rounded the corner, your eyes quickly scanning the dimly lit alley. The scene that unfolded before you was not quite what you had expected. An elderly lady, her face etched with panic, was engaged in what appeared to be a struggle with a figure dressed entirely in black. However, as you drew closer, the situation seemed less sinister than you had initially feared. The person in black, upon closer inspection, was a young man who appeared more bewildered than threatening. His posture and gestures suggested he was attempting to offer assistance rather than cause harm.

"Please, calm down," the young man pleaded, his voice strained with a mixture of concern and frustration. His patience was clearly wearing thin, but he made an effort to keep his tone gentle. "I'm sorry for bumping into you," the young man said calmly, trying to be patient. "I just want to help you pick up your things. Please, let me."

"Hey!" you shouted, your voice echoing off the brick walls of the narrow alley. The sound reverberated, amplifying your words and drawing attention to the unfolding scene. Your heart was pounding, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you took a step forward, ready to intervene if necessary. The figure in black whirled around at the sound of your voice, his movements quick and startled. As he turned to face you, the dim light of a nearby streetlamp illuminated his features. Your eyes widened in shock, your breath catching in your throat as recognition dawned. The world seemed to slow down, your mind struggling to process the unexpected sight before you.

A name escaped your lips, barely above a whisper, filled with disbelief and a hint of something else - excitement, perhaps? "Wooyoung?" The name hung in the air between you, charged with unspoken questions and the weight of your previous encounter. The familiar face of the charming stranger from the train looked back at you, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion. The elderly lady, still clutching her shopping bags, looked between the two of you, her earlier panic giving way to bewilderment at this unexpected turn of events.

"You!" Wooyoung exclaimed, pointing at you. "I wished I could call out your name but you never told me!" Your eyes widened in surprise, a mix of emotions flooding through you. The coincidence of running into Wooyoung again, especially in such an unexpected situation, left you momentarily speechless. Wooyoung stood stunned, taking in your features as he smiled at you. You found yourself smiling back, the unexpected reunion filling you with a strange warmth. However, the moment was abruptly shattered as the elderly lady seized her opportunity. With surprising speed for her age, she balled her hand into a fist and swung it directly at Wooyoung's face. There was a sickening crunch as her knuckles connected with his nose. Wooyoung stumbled backward, his eyes wide with shock and pain. In the same fluid motion, the lady snatched her shopping bag from Wooyoung's loosened grip. Before either of you could react, she turned on her heel and started running, her earlier frailty seemingly forgotten as she disappeared around the corner of the alley. You stood there, mouth agape, trying to process the rapid turn of events. Wooyoung, meanwhile, was doubled over, hands cupping his nose as he let out a string of muffled curses. Without hesitation, you rushed to Wooyoung's side, your heels clicking rapidly against the pavement. Your face was a mask of concern as you reached him, your hands instinctively moving to his arms to steady him.

"Oh my God, are you alright?" you exclaimed, your voice laced with worry. Your eyes scanned his face, trying to assess the damage. "Let me see!" Gently, you tried to coax his hands away from his face, your touch soft but insistent. The shock of the situation was evident in your expression, a mix of disbelief at the turn of events and genuine concern for him.

Wooyoung slowly lowered his hands, revealing a trickle of blood from his nose. His eyes met yours, a mix of pain and embarrassment evident in his gaze. "I think she broke my nose," he mumbled, wincing as he gingerly touched the bridge of his nose.

You looked at Wooyoung's face with utmost care, trying to examine the injury closely. After a moment of inspection, you said, "I think she punched you straight into your nose ring, and the piercing scratched your skin." Your voice was soft, filled with concern as you gently touched his face, careful not to cause any more pain.

Wooyoung winced at your touch but didn't pull away. "Really?" he asked, his voice slightly nasally from the injury. He attempted to look down at his nose, which only resulted in a comical cross-eyed expression that, despite the situation, almost made you laugh.

You looked closer, realizing the blood flow was indeed more substantial than a simple scratch would cause. "Actually, I think you're right," you admitted, your brow furrowing with concern. "It looks like she might have actually broken your nose. We should get you to a hospital or urgent care to have it checked out properly."

Wooyoung groaned, both from pain and frustration. "Great," he muttered, "just what I needed tonight." He attempted a wry smile, which quickly turned into a grimace. "I guess this isn't quite how either of us expected to meet again, huh?"

You looked at him and smiled so widely that you actually giggled. The absurdity of the situation, combined with the unexpected joy of seeing Wooyoung again, bubbled up inside you. Your laughter, light and genuine, echoed in the alley, momentarily lightening the mood despite the circumstances.

"You're right," you said, your eyes twinkling with amusement. "This definitely wasn't how I imagined our next meeting. But I have to say, it's certainly memorable." You gently placed a hand on his arm, your touch both comforting and electric.

The sight of fresh blood running down Wooyoung's face, tracing a crimson path along his jaw and neck, snapped you back into reality. "Oh God," you exclaimed, your eyes widening in alarm. You hastily opened your purse, fingers fumbling as you searched frantically for tissues to help stop the bleeding. Finding a small pack of tissues, you quickly pulled them out, your hands shaking slightly as you gently pressed them against Wooyoung's nose. "Here, hold this," you instructed, your voice laced with concern. "We need to stop the bleeding and get you to a hospital right away."

Wooyoung nodded, wincing as he took the tissues from you. "Thanks," he mumbled, his voice muffled behind the makeshift bandage.

You glanced around, trying to orient yourself in the unfamiliar alley. "There's a hospital a few blocks from here," you said, gently placing your hand on Wooyoung's back to guide him. "Can you walk? We should hurry before it gets worse."

"I really don't want to go," he said softly, his hand traveling down to your wrist. His touch was gentle, almost hesitant, as he held you. You felt your heart rate quicken, the tenderness of his grip sending a flutter through your chest.

You looked up at him, torn between concern for his injury and the unexpected intimacy of the moment. "But your nose..." you started, your voice trailing off as you met his gaze.

Wooyoung's eyes softened, a mix of pain and something else—perhaps longing—evident in his gaze. "I know, but..." he trailed off, his thumb gently caressing your wrist. The moment hung between you, charged with unspoken words and possibilities.

You couldn't help but notice the slight swelling starting to form around Wooyoung's nose. Concern etched across your features as you gently touched his face, careful not to cause any more discomfort. "Wooyoung, I think it's getting swollen," you said softly, your eyes meeting his with a mix of worry and care.

Wooyoung winced slightly at your touch, "Is it?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of pain and resignation. "I guess we can't ignore it then, can we?"

You shook your head, a small, sympathetic smile playing on your lips. "I'm afraid not. We really should get you checked out. The sooner we do, the better it'll be for your nose." Your hand moved from his face to his arm, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "Come on, let's go to the hospital. I'll stay with you, okay?"

Wooyoung's eyes sparkled with a captivating blend of mischief and relief, his expression softening as he gazed at you. Despite the pain from his injury, a playful smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. "So, you're not going to run away this time, right?" he teased, his voice carrying a slight nasal quality due to his swollen nose. "I mean, I'd hate to think I needed to get punched by an elderly lady just to keep you around."

Your eyes widened dramatically, a mix of mock indignation and amusement dancing across your features. "Hey! I absolutely did not run away!" you protested, your voice rising slightly in pitch. A playful smile threatened to break through your feigned offense. "Let's just say I made a quick exit."

"Oh, a 'quick exit' was it?" Wooyoung countered, his grin widening despite the wince of pain that followed. His hand remained on your wrist, his touch a warm, comforting presence that sent a subtle tingle up your arm. "Let's be honest, what you did looked a lot like running away from my point of view."

Your eyes widened at Wooyoung's teasing, a vibrant mix of embarrassment and amusement painting your cheeks a delicate shade of pink. The air between you seemed to crackle with an electric tension, making your heart flutter erratically in your chest. "What did you expect me to do?" you retorted, your voice a complex blend of exasperation and playfulness, with an undercurrent of something deeper, more vulnerable. "Miss my stop just to keep..." You trailed off, the unfinished sentence hanging in the air.

Wooyoung leaned in slightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief despite the obvious pain. The proximity sent a shiver down your spine, his warmth radiating towards you in the cool evening air. "Keep kissin' me?" he finished for you, his voice low and playful, carrying a hint of hopefulness that made your breath catch in your throat.

You felt your face flush even more intensely, the heat spreading from your cheeks down to your neck. Caught off guard by his directness and the raw honesty in his gaze, you found yourself momentarily speechless. "I... well..." you stammered, your usual eloquence deserting you in the face of his charm.

Wooyoung's lips curved into a smirk, wincing slightly as it pulled at his injured nose. The mixture of confidence and vulnerability in his expression was utterly disarming. "Maybe next time," he said softly, his words carrying the weight of a tender promise, "you should stay and keep kissing me." His gaze held yours, filled with an intensity that made your knees feel weak.

Your heart raced, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through your veins. The moment's intensity was palpable, the air between you charged with unspoken desires. Despite the less-than-ideal circumstances—Wooyoung's injured nose and the bizarre encounter with the elderly lady—you found yourself drawn to him, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his charm and the promise of what could be.

"You know," he said, his voice low and husky, "I'm starting to think getting punched was worth it if it means I get to see you again." He winced slightly, but his smile never faltered. "Though next time, maybe we could skip the part where I get hit and go straight to you taking care of me?" His words, laced with both humor and unmistakable flirtation, sent a shiver down your spine. Your cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through you.

You couldn't help but laugh, a blend of exasperation and amusement bubbling up inside you. "Wooyoung!" you exclaimed, your tone playfully scolding. "Your nose might be broken, and you're still flirting?"

A slow, charming smile spread across Wooyoung's face, his eyes twinkled with mischief as he locked his gaze with yours. "What can I say? I just can't seem to stop myself when I see you," he replied, his voice a mix of playfulness and sincerity. You felt your heart skip a beat, caught off guard by his unwavering flirtatiousness even in his current state. "Besides, how else am I supposed to distract myself from the fact that an elderly lady just rearranged my face?"

You couldn't help but laugh again, the sound light and genuine in the cool evening air. Despite the absurdity of the situation, you found yourself drawn to Wooyoung's infectious charm. "Well, I suppose that's one way to look at it," you replied, your voice tinged with both amusement and concern. "But let's get you to that hospital before you come up with any more creative ways to distract yourself, okay?"

"Alright, but can you kiss it better first?" Wooyoung asked with a playful grin. You rolled your eyes and punched his arm lightly, careful not to jostle his injury.

You couldn't help but laugh at his persistence, a mix of exasperation and fondness in your eyes. "Oh, you're impossible," you said, shaking your head. "Kiss it better? Really? What are you, five?" Despite your teasing words, you found yourself drawn closer to him. Your eyes met his, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away. With a soft sigh, you leaned in, placing a gentle, feather-light kiss on the bridge of his nose, just above the injury. "There," you whispered, your face still close to his. "All better?" Your tone was a mix of tenderness and playful sarcasm.

Wooyoung's eyes widened slightly, clearly caught off guard by your actions. A slow smile spread across his face, despite the pain it must have caused. "Much better," he murmured, his voice low and warm. "Though I might need a few more of those to fully recover." You felt your heart flutter at his words, the playful banter between you two felt so natural as if you'd known each other for years. Despite the absurdity of the situation you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in and quickly pecked Wooyoung's lips. The moment your lips touched his, your eyes widened in shock at your own boldness. You immediately covered your mouth with your hand, a mix of embarrassment and surprise washing over you. Wooyoung couldn't help but giggle at your reaction. His eyes sparkled with amusement and something that looked a lot like affection.

Feeling your face heat up, you spun around, unable to meet his gaze. "Follow me!" you muttered, your voice muffled by your hand. You started walking briskly, hoping the cool night air would calm your flushed cheeks.

Wooyoung's footsteps echoed behind you, a mix of amusement and concern in his voice as he called out, "Hey, wait up! I thought you were supposed to be taking care of me, not running away again!" His words made you slow down, a small smile tugging at your lips despite your embarrassment. You took a deep breath, composing yourself before turning to face him, determined to get him to the hospital and deal with the whirlwind of emotions later.

You turned back to face Wooyoung, your expression a mix of concern and determination. "Alright, Casanova," you said, your tone firm but gentle. "As much as I appreciate your... enthusiasm, we really need to get that nose checked out. Doctor first, kissing later. Deal?"

Wooyoung's eyes sparkled with amusement, but he nodded, wincing slightly at the movement. "Deal," he agreed, his voice slightly nasally. "But I'm holding you to that 'kissing later' part."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress a smile. "Let's just focus on getting you patched up for now," you said, gently taking his arm. "Come on, the hospital's this way." As you guided him through the streets, you couldn't help but wonder what exactly you were getting yourself into with this charming, injured stranger. But for now, his health was the priority. The rest... well, that could wait until after the doctor's visit.

As you walked side by side, your arms brushed against each other with increasing frequency, each contact sending a cascade of tingles through your body. The cool night air seemed to amplify every sensation, making you acutely aware of Wooyoung's presence beside you. You couldn't help but steal glances at him, your eyes drawn to his face, a mix of concern and something else you couldn't quite name stirring within you. Your gaze fell to the tissues he was still clutching, now stained a deep crimson. A gentle, worried smile crossed your face as you realized the bleeding hadn't subsided.

"Hold on a second," you said softly. You reached into your pocket, fingers fumbling slightly as you pulled out a fresh pair of tissues. As you handed it to him, your fingers brushed against his, the brief contact sending a jolt of electricity through you. "You shouldn't be walking around with those blood-soaked tissues," you explained, your eyes meeting his. "It's concerning that it's still bleeding. Do you think it should be?"

Wooyoung accepted the clean tissues with a grateful nod, his eyes meeting yours. The look he gave you was a complex blend of appreciation, worry, and something deeper that made your heart skip a beat. "Thank you," he said, his voice slightly muffled as he carefully replaced the bloodied tissues. "I'm not really sure why it's still bleeding," he admitted, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his tone. "Do you think... could it be more serious than we thought?"

Your brow furrowed with increased worry, the playful atmosphere from earlier giving way to genuine concern. "We should definitely pick up the pace," you said, your voice soft but urgent. Without conscious thought, you found yourself moving even closer to him, your arm now pressed firmly against his. It was as if your body was trying to offer comfort and support through proximity alone. The warmth radiating from his body contrasted sharply with the cool night air, creating an oddly intimate bubble around you both. Despite the worry gnawing at you, you couldn't help but notice how right it felt to be walking so close to him, your steps unconsciously falling into sync as you hurried toward the hospital.

As you entered the hospital, the bright fluorescent lights made you squint. Wooyoung approached the reception desk, wincing slightly as he began filling out the necessary documents. Your eyes were drawn to his hands, noticing for the first time the intricate tattoos adorning his fingers. The sight was oddly mesmerizing, and you found yourself wondering about the stories behind each inked design. You couldn't help but notice the receptionist's eyes darting between you and Wooyoung, her expression a mix of concern and suspicion. The worried glances she kept throwing your way made you feel increasingly uncomfortable. Before you could dwell on it further, a nurse called Wooyoung's name. He gave you a reassuring smile before following the nurse, leaving you alone in the waiting area. You had just settled into an uncomfortable plastic chair when another nurse approached you, her face etched with concern.

"Excuse me, miss," she said in a low, careful tone. "I wanted to let you know that if he hurt you in any way, you can tell us. We can call the police if needed." Her implication was clear—Wooyoung's appearance, with his tattoos and injured face, had led her to assume he might be dangerous.

Your eyes widened in shock, a mix of indignation and disbelief washing over you. "What? No, you've got it all wrong," you stammered, trying to process the nurse's words. "He didn't hurt me!" The irony wasn't lost on you—the charming, flirtatious Wooyoung being mistaken for a threat. You felt torn between amusement at the absurdity and frustration at the unfair judgment.

The nurse's persistence only added to your growing frustration. She leaned in closer, her voice lowered to a whisper. "You might be in denial. It's a common response to trauma." Her words, though well-intentioned, felt like a punch to the gut. You couldn't believe how quickly this situation was spiraling out of control.

"Look," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, "I appreciate your concern, but you're completely misunderstanding the situation. He didn't hurt me!" You took a deep breath, realizing you needed to explain further. "An elderly woman mistook him for a mugger and punched him in the face when he was just trying to help her! That's why we're here." The nurse's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her expression a mix of disbelief and confusion. It was clear she was having trouble reconciling your story with her initial assumptions. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Wooyoung, realizing how often he might face such prejudices due to his appearance. As you sat there, wrestling with your frustration and the nurse's misplaced concern, you couldn't help but reflect on the events of the night. From being stood up on your blind date to now defending Wooyoung's character in a hospital waiting room, it felt like the universe was determined to keep you on your toes. You sighed, running a hand through your hair, your patience wearing thin. "I understand you're trying to help, but you're jumping to conclusions based on appearances," you said firmly. "Wooyoung is kind and gentle. He got hurt trying to help someone. Please, don't make assumptions about people based on how they look." The nurse seemed taken aback by your assertiveness, her expression shifting from concern to uncertainty. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again, clearly reconsidering her approach. Just then, you heard Wooyoung's leaving the doctor’s office. You turned to see him walking towards you, his nose bandaged and a slight smile on his face despite the evident discomfort. The nurse left quickly after noticing him approaching.

"Apparently the veins in my nose are very thin, that's why we couldn't stop the bleeding," Wooyoung explained as he approached you, his voice slightly muffled by the bandage. Despite the discomfort evident in his eyes, he managed a small, reassuring smile. "The doctor said it's not broken, just badly bruised. I'll be okay in a few days."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you, the tension you'd been holding in your shoulders finally easing. "That's good to hear," you said, returning his smile. "I was worried it might be more serious." As Wooyoung settled into the chair next to you, you couldn't help but notice how the stark white of the bandage contrasted with his tanned skin and dark hair. Even in this state, there was something undeniably attractive about him. You shook your head slightly, trying to clear your thoughts.

"You were worried?" Wooyoung asked, his big eyes widening as he looked at you. There was a hint of a pout in his voice, almost as if he was surprised by your concern.

"Of course I was!" you exclaimed, your voice rising slightly with indignation. "You got punched in the nose and couldn't stop bleeding! It's not a minor thing!"

Wooyoung's expression softened, a mix of gratitude and vulnerability flickering in his eyes. "I... thank you," he said softly, his hand unconsciously moving to touch the bandage on his nose. "I haven't heard that in a long while."

His words caught you off guard, stirring a mix of emotions within you. You felt a sudden urge to comfort him, to reassure him that he deserved care and concern. Without thinking, you reached out and gently placed your hand on his tight. "Hey," you said softly, your voice filled with warmth, "everyone deserves to have someone worry about them. Even charming strangers with a knack for getting into trouble."

"So... about that second date?" Wooyoung asked, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of hope and mischief. The corners of his mouth turned up in a playful smile, despite the discomfort he must have been feeling.

You raised an eyebrow, a bemused expression crossing your face. "Second?" you replied, a smile tugging at your lips. Your tone was light, but there was a hint of curiosity in your voice, wondering where he was going with this line of thought.

"Well, you see," he began, his voice taking on a teasing lilt, "I told you I considered our train ride as our first one." His grin widened, becoming positively cheeky.

You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head in amusement. "Well, in that case," you replied, your voice tinged with playful sarcasm, "shouldn't you consider this hospital trip our second date? It's definitely unconventional."

Wooyoung's eyes lit up, a mixture of surprise and delight dancing across his features. "Oh, you're good," he chuckled, "I like the way you think. But I have to say, if this is our second date, I'm a bit worried about what you might have planned for the third."

You raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "Who says there's going to be a third?" you teased, enjoying the banter despite the unusual setting.

Wooyoung's eyes lit up with amusement, "'Doctor first, kissing later,'" he quoted you with a goofy expression, his voice taking on a teasing lilt. "I believe those were your exact words. And since we've already checked off the doctor part..." He let the implication hang in the air, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

You couldn't help but laugh, a mix of exasperation and fondness coloring your voice. "You're incorrigible, you know that?" you said, shaking your head. But despite your words, you found yourself leaning slightly closer to him, drawn in by his infectious charm. Wooyoung's gaze softened, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. The playful atmosphere shifted, replaced by a charged tension that seemed to crackle in the air between you. As if drawn by an invisible force, you found yourself leaning even closer, the world around you fading away until all that existed was this moment, this connection.

Just as your faces were mere inches apart, reality came crashing back. You pulled away abruptly, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm not going to kiss you in a hospital's waiting room," you said, your voice a blend of firmness and barely suppressed laughter.

Wooyoung's eyes widened in mock disappointment, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement. "Ah, playing hard to get, I see," he teased, his voice light despite the obvious discomfort from his injury.

"You look absolutely stunning tonight," Wooyoung said, his eyes twinkling with admiration. "Not that you weren't beautiful during our unplanned first date on the train, of course," he added hastily, "But I'm curious - did you have other plans tonight? You look like you were ready for something special."

"You're quite observant," you replied with a soft chuckle, feeling a mix of surprise and amusement at his perceptiveness. "I was supposed to be on a blind date tonight, but I got stood up." You paused, a wry smile playing on your lips. "Though I have to say, this evening turned out to be far more eventful than I could have imagined."

Wooyoung's eyes widened, a flash of indignation crossing his features. "Stood up? Their loss, clearly," he said, his voice a blend of sympathy and admiration. "But I can't help but feel a little hurt. You moved on so fast after me?" Wooyoung said, his tone a mix of playfulness and mock indignation.

"Wooyoung, it's been two months!" you scoffed, unable to suppress a grin at his antics.

His eyes widened in mock surprise, "Well, you weren't supposed to move on at all in the first place," Wooyoung declared dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "I thought we had something special!"

You couldn't help but laugh at his theatrics, shaking your head in amusement. "Oh really? And what exactly did we have, Mr. 'I met you on a train and then disappeared for two months'?"

Wooyoung's grin softened into a more genuine smile, his eyes twinkling with a mix of humor and something deeper. "A connection," he said simply, his voice losing some of its playful edge. "One that I've been thinking about more often than I'd like to admit." His words caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. The sincerity in his voice and the intensity of his gaze made your heart skip a beat. You opened your mouth to respond but found yourself at a loss for words, a mix of emotions swirling within you. The playful banter from moments ago had suddenly shifted into something more profound, and you weren't quite sure how to navigate this new territory. As the silence stretched between you, you could feel the weight of unspoken thoughts and feelings hanging in the air.

"Just take me on that date already," you said softly, a gentle smile playing on your lips. The words escaped before you could overthink them, your heart speaking before your mind could intervene.

Wooyoung's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and delight dancing across his features. For a moment, he seemed at a loss for words, the usually quick-witted man rendered speechless by your forwardness. "I... yes," he finally managed, his voice filled with warmth and excitement. "Yes, absolutely. My bike isn't parked too far away."

"Wait, we're going now?" you asked, your eyes widening in surprise. The sudden shift from hospital waiting room to date plans caught you off guard.

"You're already dressed to kill and well... I think I look pretty cool with all of these unnecessary things on my nose," he said, gesturing dramatically to his bandaged face.

"Only you could make a hospital-issued bandage look like a fashion statement," you teased, your voice warm with affection.

"So, what do you say?" Wooyoung asked, his excitement palpable. "Ready for an adventure?"

You hesitated for a moment, considering the absurdity of the situation. Here you were, in a hospital waiting room with a man you'd just met (for the second time), contemplating going on an impromptu date. But as you looked at Wooyoung's eager face, his eyes shining with excitement despite his injury, you felt a surge of spontaneity. "You know what? Why not?" you replied, a grin spreading across your face.

"That's the spirit!" Wooyoung exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with unbridled enthusiasm. He sprang to his feet with surprising agility and extended his hand towards you with a theatrical flourish. "Shall we embark on this grand adventure together, my fair lady? The night is young, and the world awaits our exploration!"

You burst into a fit of giggles at his over-the-top performance. His infectious energy was impossible to resist, and you found yourself swept up in the moment. With a playful curtsy, you placed your hand in his, allowing him to gently pull you to your feet. "Lead the way, my valiant knight," you replied, matching his dramatic flair with a regal tone of your own. "I place my trust in your capable hands to guide us through this unexpected journey."

You both strolled out of the hospital, your fingers intertwined. Wooyoung's hand in yours felt warm and reassuring. As you approached Wooyoung's motorcycle, your eyes widened in a mix of excitement and apprehension. The sleek machine gleamed under the streetlights, its chrome accents catching the glow and reflecting it back in dazzling patterns.

"Have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?" Wooyoung asked, his voice gentle as he noticed your hesitation. His hand glided over the smooth leather seat, a fond smile playing on his lips as he gazed at his beloved bike.

You shook your head, feeling a flutter of nerves dancing in your stomach. "No, this would be my first time," you admitted. The gleaming machine before you seemed both thrilling and intimidating.

Wooyoung's eyes softened, his smile growing warm and reassuring. "Don't worry, I'll keep you safe," he said, his voice brimming with sincerity. He reached for the helmet hanging on a hook on the side of the seat, its glossy surface gleaming under the streetlights. "Here, let me help you with this. Safety first, right?" As he gently placed the helmet on your head, his fingers worked with careful precision to adjust the straps. The gesture was unexpectedly intimate, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest. His face was close to yours as he checked the fit, and you could see the flecks of gold in his brown eyes. "There," he said softly, giving the helmet a final gentle pat. "Perfect fit." His smile was infectious, and despite the unconventional circumstances - or perhaps because of them - you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. A sense of adventure tingled through you, the promise of the unknown making your heart race. "I'll be extra careful. Your safety is my top priority." Wooyoung swung his leg over the motorcycle, settling into the seat with practiced ease. He turned to you, extending his hand with a reassuring smile. "Ready for the ride of your life?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement. As you took his hand and climbed onto the back of the bike, you felt a thrill of anticipation course through you, wondering what adventures this night would bring. "Don't worry, I'll drive carefully. I've got precious cargo now," he said with a wink. "I'll be the most careful driver in the entire country tonight." He paused, then grinned mischievously. "No, fuck that—in the whole world!"

You laughed, the sound mingling with the rumble of the motorcycle's engine as Wooyoung kickstarted it. The vibration beneath you sent a thrill through your body, a mix of excitement and nervous energy.

"Wait!" you exclaimed, suddenly realizing something. "What about your helmet?"

Wooyoung paused, his hand on the ignition. He looked back at you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Ah, you caught me," he said, chuckling. He reached behind the seat and pulled out another helmet. "Always prepared," he winked, putting it on and fastening the strap. "Now we're both safe and stylish. Ready for take-off?"

You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation coursing through your veins. As you wrapped your arms around Wooyoung's waist, you felt the warmth of his body against yours, a stark contrast to the cool night air. The engine roared to life, and with a gentle twist of the throttle, you were off, the city lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors as you sped through the streets.

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kristlewrites · 1 year ago

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“Lucid Dream”

CW: cheating(?),semi-public sex (elevator),smut, oral(f!receiving),nicknames (baby,mamas,ma), unprotected sex.

PAIRING: Ex!Zoro x Blk!FemReader

WC: 1.8k

🫧🗯️: Didn’t expect so many people to actually vote lmao..😭😭, but ty to all those who have!! This is made just for you guys. First of all it wasnt supposed to last a week, but as soon as I saw zoro taking the lead I had to write this. So ill make another one based off whose in second place!! lmk if i missed anything for the content warning!!

MINORS DNI

(rêve!!)

You pick up your phone, it's ten pm.. It's been over an hour since you arrived. You spent even longer getting ready. Wrapped in a beautiful emerald dress with gold accessories to match you felt amazing, but that feeling quickly went away once you realized your date wasn't coming. Picking up your phone you see his message.

"Sorry, I can't make it…maybe next time?”

Maybe next time my ass! You cannot believe this. You slam your phone onto the table and leave, storming off in the direction of the exit. Wiping away your tears as they stream down your face and hurrying down the restaurant stairs. Making your way out you step into the cold Atlanta night. Using one hand to warm up your bare shoulders you use your other to grab your phone to call an Uber...except that it wasn't in your purse.

Dammit! You had left it on the table. Practically out of breath from the stairs you pick up your pace gearing towards your table. But when you finally reach your table you are met with someone you'd rather not see again. Especially tonight out of all nights!

Pulling out a chair for a blonde??! You see his gorgeous mint hair first.

“Fuck!” you whisper-shout making sure he doesn't hear. You quickly snatch your phone as fast as you can, apparently too fast because now the glass of water has fallen onto the mint's lap. “Oh my god..” you gasp, You cannot believe your luck.

The man looks up in response to your voice, recognizing it almost instantly. You guys make eye contact for about a solid second, but that was enough to make you fold. You ran away, breaking for the elevator, you wanted to get away from all of this. The blonde shouting in the background for spare napkins. You cannot believe you just saw your ex, at a restaurant out of place. Not only that but with someone else!!! It's been only three months since you broke up with him.

Now you were really crying, you walked into the elevator and pressed some random ass buttons, you just wanted to be home. To dazed in your own world you didn't even realize Zoro being right next to you in the elevator, he pushes the first button which you had already pressed undoing the action. “It was already going down…” you whisper and go back to press the first floor button.

“Well, I didn't mean to press that one. I was gonna do the third floor” He hits the third floor button, not even a second later he presses the first floor again!

“You are so..” You seethe. This nigga cannot be serious at all. Just when you are about to hit the first floor button, the elevator rocks.”Fuck..what the actual fuck.” You are absolutely losing it, no way this is happening to you. You start spamming the panic button, yelping for help hoping someone would hear.

“Relax, someone is probably already on their way.” Zoro sitting down already making himself comfortable.

“Relax..?1!! Nigga are you fucking insane? I feel like I'm boutta explode.” You pace around the room thinking of possible solutions.

Zoro grabs your ankle and halts you in place, “Stop moving around, you're gonna make us more stuck. Just try and sit down”

“You moron that's not how it works..” You kick his hand from your ankle cause who does he think he is? He removes his jacket, and places it down underneath you, he pats the jacket a couple times gesturing for you to sit down. Hesitantly you go down and sit down with your legs in a 45 degree angle (?) (idk it's hard to explain, but like that sit you do when you're on the floor and you dont want yo panties showing.)

“Who was she?” you ask, staring dead at your phone, no service on your phone either.

You hear a small chuckle and immediately regret everything.

“Why are you here?” He asks looking you up and down, you know you look good and damn he knows it too. Green is his color and to see you look pull it off better than him makes him proud a lil bit.

“I asked the question first.” You utter and stand right back up, only for him to drag you down. “What is wrong witchu!”

“Her name is Dahlia, Sanji he had us go on a blind date, I had only met her like two hours ago” Zoro had finally admitted, rubbing his forehead. You laughed a lil, just the idea of sanji going through all that trouble. His face nearly illuminated when he heard you laugh, it's been almost three months since he last saw you let alone heard you laugh like that.

You check the time, it's been twenty minutes already and there's been no sign of help. How is this possible if the restaurant still should be opened? How have they not been able to get any help?? By this time you and Zoro were about an inch apart, he was glaring at you not in a mean way but in a possessive way. You guys were just staring at each other not saying a word.

Within a split second Zoro had quite literally grabbed you and plopped you down right onto his lap, still damp from the water, and kissed you. You almost instantaneously returned the kiss. It was absolutely exhilarating, you've missed him so much. Tongues were clashing teeth clanging it was messy but you loved every second of it. You pushed away, trying to catch yo breath.

“What about your date..?” you were panting so hard and out of breath.

“Man fuck Daffodil” he said, reaching his fingers to your cheeks “Ive missed you so much baby” Caressing your soft skin

“I've missed you too” You were definitely gonna regret this the next day, but with his stunning face and practically hypnotizing smile it was hard to go against anything he was doing.

He begins to remove your sleeves, bringing down your dress revealing your cutie pink lace bra. Your hands react quickly and cover your boobs,

“Awe baby don't be shy” he pouts a little and undoes your bra tossing it next to him. He immediately latches onto your brown nipples sucking and licking them like a starved baby. You start grinding against his crotch becoming impatient. Sure you've had a few one night stands after you guys broke up, but quite clearly none of them met up to the bar that zoro had established long ago.

“Seems like you’ve really missed me heheh ” He laughs a bit at your desperate grinding. You were too focused on reaching your high to even feel embarrassed. Zoro noticed this, the increasing moisture from your underwear “woah, not without me mamas.”

He moves his coat and places it behind you, with ease he sets you down on your back with your wet panties facing him. He tears off your underwear so aggressively it’s for sure torn, He rubs his hands together and licks his lips before diving into your cunt.

“Ah” you exclaimed, it was all so sudden you didn’t have a chance to even think about it.

“Ma, I’ve missed hearing your voice so much” zoro groaned, but you couldn’t hear him with all the squelching from him absolutely raving in your pussy. He was going up and down on every corner, letting his tongue fly in n out your pussy. Your thighs started closing in on him

“I-i'm cummin’” you moan out loud grabbing on to his short minty hair, letting your orgasm flow out with zoro still licking it up

“so sweet, can't get enough”, he pants while still lapping at your drenched pussy. Your legs Leg’s jittering, heart racing, you haven’t felt this way in months. Retracting his head from your now damaged cunt, he licks up all remaining cum from his lips. He lowers his pants and boxers, to reveal his pulsating cock leaking with pre-cum already. “You still on the pill?“ he asks, with his tip already teasing your entrance. You nod, too dazed to even speak. With no second to waste his dick already making it way into your pussy, you hiccup at the suddenness. “That’s right mama, take me nice n slow” he mutters, going in at lagging pace.

“Fast, go faster” you say airily as you squeeze your pussy wanting more. He obeys and picks up pace with your fat cunt enveloping his dick so well, the sound of his balls slapping your ass and the subtle moans escaping your mouth fill up the air as both of you guys are now short winded you can feel his dick reach up every inch of your vagina.”Z-zoro, I’m gonna c-cum!” You scream, whilst creaming all over his dick. Hearing his name come out of his mouth was enough to send over the edge and fills you to the brim with his warm cum. Breathing hard he removes he cock from your pussy and marvels as, his cum flows out of your pussy.

Banging from the outside, got you straight up. “We’re gonna get you out of there, helps coming give us five minutes!” A man shouts.

Zoro helps you dress back up, because your whole body is aching. Even with the jacket the floor was still pretty rough. He helps gather up the piece of your underwear keeping one of them ‘for a souvenir’ he explains to you, you roll your eyes too tired to even argue. Meanwhile zoro buckles up his pants and tries his best to clean up any leftover cum on the floor, while you sit down by the door damn near immobilized.

The doors finally open up, and the cacophony of fire trucks and power tools was already enough to send you into a spiral. Trying to stand up you’re a lil wobbly, zoro grabs your hand aiding you out. The whole staff is outside all lined up cheering for your rescue. “How long has it been?” you ask clearly, you are absolutely exhausted.

“Forty minutes” zoro responds. He lends you his jacket once you get outside. “Where’s your ride?”

“I don’t have one, I’ll just get an Uber.” You answer fishing for your phone in your purse.

“Here, I’ll take you home” zoro says, walking towards his car acting all nonchalant..

‘Who does this nigga think he is?’ you think to yourself while trying to keep up with him. “how are you gonna offer me a ride then leave me chasing you..goodnight you know i can’t even walk properly.” You shout, the audacity is crazy.You can practically hear his eyes rolling when he stopped in the middle of the road turning around towards at a concerning pace. He grabs your waist and hangs you over his shoulder, flailing your feet and hands “Let me go nigga!”

“Weren’t you jus complaining…right, stop moving before I really leave you” he replies in an irritated voice.

regardless of his warning you continue to flail around, jus for the fun of it hitting his ass and laughing. zoro continues to walk, you can’t see his face but he smiles a lil at the sound of your laughter. He wishes that this would last forever.

(Thank you all for the support on my first fic!!)

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eddiemadmunson · 2 years ago

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Angel

Summary: You are Heleana’s best friend and one day you catch Aemond’s eye and everything in your life will change upside down.

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Word Count: 1, 600

Warnings: none for this part, there will be smut later

Tag: @the-phantom-of-arda @hamatoanne

You honestly didn’t know how you could forget about something so important. You and your best friend Helaena Targaryen decided to spend an afternoon at her house, watching movies on their giant screen in the cinema room, eating popcorn and having good time. You were choosing what movie you want to watch first when your mum sent you this message “Where the fuck, are you Y/N?” you didn’t understand what is going on. Then you opened your Google calendar and you started cursing. Your little sister has a school recital at her nursery school and you totally forgot about it. You rushed out of the door, panicking, your eyes wide with fear. Your mum was really strict. You could be 22 years old but you were still scared to make her mad. And coming late to your sister's school recital would make her mad for sure.

“She is going to kill me, Hel. No, do you know what is worse? Tiffany will be so disappointed that I won’t see her dancing and singing. She is Snow White, she got the main part. How could I forget,” you were talking so quickly that Helaena almost couldn’t understand what you were saying.

“I need to call Uber, but I will still be late,” you whined.

“You don’t have to, I have perfect solution for you,” Helaena clapped her hands and pointed to front door. Her little brother Aemond sat astride on his big black motorbike ready to go somewhere.

Well, there was nothing little about Aemond Targaryen, from his tall frame to his big ego. He might be 2 years younger than you but it felt like if he is the adult and you the kid. He was making you so nervous simply by his presence. He had this bad boy dangerous aura around him. He wasn't home very often, but when you met him in the house he usually ignored you or just simply hummed at you as a greeting. You honestly doubted that he even knows your name.

But he was stupidly handsome. You would never admit it to anyone but you had the biggest crush on him. He was everything you shouldn't crave but you couldn't stop admiring him from safe distance. Aemond and Aegon both played football for the school team and they were good, really good. You were a huge football fan so you dragged Helaena to every single one of their games taking it as an opportunity to drool over him without anyone noticing. She didn't care about the game or the results but she was really supportive sister and loved cheering for her brothers. She was always sitting next to you in Aegon’s or Aemond’s jersey, shouting their names and dissing anyone who dared to tackle them down. You usually cheered for the whole team, only shouting Aemond's name when he scored. Which was quite often. He was the playmaker, he operated in the middle of the field, creating chances for his teammates. But he also scored a lot of goals so you had plenty of chances to scream his name loudly without making any suspicions.

“Aemond, do you have free time now??” Helaena asked, batting her eyelashes at her brother, knowing that she is his only weakness.

"No," he said shortly, taking off his helmet, revealing the cascade of silver blond hair. You had hard time to not start drooling. What the hell is this guy’s secret? What is he doing with his hair that it looks so shiny and healthy?

"Come on Aemond, what do you have so important to do, right now?" She whined and tugged at his sleeve.

"I have a date," he smirked.

"It's not a date, it's a booty call," she corrected him and he raised his eyebrow at her.

"Don't give me that look, you don't want to date this girl, whoever she is, you just want to fuck her. She can wait 30 minutes, I just need little favor. Please Aems," she pouted her lips at him and he sighed.

"Ok, what do you need, sister," he gave up and Helaena squealed.

"You are the best," she hugged him.

"I need you to give Y/N a lift to the nursery school, her little sister has a recital there and she forgot about it," she clasped her hands excitedly.

Aemond lazily turned his head and gave you the once-over, like if he just noticed you standing next to his sister.

"Hel, I can really take an Uber, don't bother him, when he is busy," you tried but she shushed you.

"Nonsense, Y/N! You can't make it there in time, Aemond drives really fast, you will be there before your sister even notices that you are not there. Wait a second, I will give you my helmet," she said and ran inside the house.

"Sorry, I really don't want to bother you," you apologized but he ignored your apology.

"Get on the bike before she comes back, you are in rush, aren't you?" He said impatiently and you blushed at his rudeness. You hesitantly walked towards him and realized that you don't know how this works. You have never taken a ride on a motorbike.

"Ehm, I am sorry, but where should I sit?" you asked and he raised his eyebrow at you but didn't say anything.

"I mean, should I sit in front of you or behind you. I have never sat on a bike before?" you added nervously, getting more and more frustrated by his silence.

He leaned closer to you, invading your personal space.

"When a woman sits on a bike in front of me, she usually faces me," he smirked and chuckled wickedly when he saw your confused face.

"In that position I can look her in the eyes as she bounces on my cock, so if you don't plan to do that, I suggest that you sit behind me," he added and his violet eye bore into yours. You really wanted to slap him for talking to you like this when Helaena burst out of the door with her hot pink helmet.

“Y/N, why are you not sitting on the bike already?” she shouted and placed the helmet gently on your head when her phone started ringing.

“It’s Cregan,” she shouted excitedly.

“Hey, baby boo,” she said with love sick expression on her face, she waved at you and disappeared in the house. You and Aemond both rolled your eyes at this, you weren’t the biggest fans of the Stark boy.

“Well, Y/N, why are you not already sitting on the bike?” he mocked you, the sound of your name rolling off his lips made your toes curl in your shoes. He was a jerk but really sexy jerk. You decided that you won’t let him see how much he embarrassed you and you quickly sat behind him. He probably hoped that you will run away from him, crying and he could go to fuck his “date”.

“If you don’t want to die, you need to hold onto me tightly,” he said and put on his black helmet with silver and red dragons painted on the sides. You sighed and wrapped your hands around his waist.

“Tighter, you hold on to me like a baby,” he barked and you hesitantly tightened your hands around his muscled abdomen.

“For fucks sake, I don’t have time for this,” he groaned and grabbed your hands pushed you closer to his back. You were glued to him, your legs pressed against his strong thighs, your face buried into the leather of his black jacket. He turned on the engine and you felt the strong vibrations for the first time in your life. You didn’t expect it, the vibrations felt so good against your pussy that you let out a quiet moan. You quickly stopped, hoping that he didn’t hear that. Aemond didn’t comment on it so you assumed that the sound of the engine was so loud that he didn’t hear your pathetic little whimper. He quickly drove off their house and headed to the town center. Helaena was right, he was riding super fast it was definitely more than was the speed limit. You were holding onto him for dear life. He stopped in front of the school getting everyone’s attention. You got off his bike, your legs slightly shaking. You took off Helaena’s helmet and he for some reason took off his helmet too, his platinum blonde hair shinning in the sun, so everyone around could clearly see who gave you this unexpected lift. He ignored you and unlocked his phone. You stared at his long, elegant fingers moving across the screen of his expensive phone in strange fascination. Everything about him was perfect, too bad that his personality didn’t match his exterior.

“Do you want anything else from me, angel?” he smirked, not taking his eye from the screen.

“What should I do with Helaena’s helmet?” you asked him, blushing at the pet name he just used.

“Not my problem,” he said and cursed.

“Well, I guess I will keep it and return it to her later,” you said and he kept ignoring you.

“Fuck,” he frowned at the screen.

“Ehmm, so thank you for the lift, Aemond,” you gulped and wanted to turn around and walk to school.

“Hey angel,” he shouted and you looked at him.

“She ditched me,” he waved his phone and tucked it into his back pocket.

“You owe me a favor now, angel. I will collect it soon,” he winked at you, put on his helmet and rode away, the loud roar of his engine disturbing the peaceful neighborhood. You watched him riding away with your mouth hanged open. What the fuck is he thinking about himself?

You looked at your watch and quickly hurried to the school entrance. Your mum was waving at you from the main hall, you waved back when a strong hand wrapped around your waist.

“Why did you come here on Aemond Targaryen’s bike?” your boyfriend Jason Lannister asked you and you looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

Part 2

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friendly-neighborhood-boricua · 3 months ago

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[7] Kindergarten Graduation

Summary: Liam graduates from kindergarten, and another thing changes in your life.

Notes: Marauders modern elementary school AU, kindergarten teacher!James Potter x nurse!single mom!reader.

A/N(18/8/2024): GUYS I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!!!! ok maybe not really finished, I think I may continue to add to this au as I think of ideas and please please please send me ideas/requests if you have any and I'll do my best to write them :) thank you all so much for reading my silly little story, I really appreciate all the love and support you've given me, even when I take months and months to update (sorry) all my love to each and every one of you <3<3<3<3

Previous Part: You Get A Visitor in the ER This is the last one as of right now! Click here for the series masterlist

Alright it’s taken a hot second

But we’re here guys

The end of the year!! *jazz hands*

The school year, that is

Liam has been getting more and more excited for summer break as the weeks pass by

You promised him that you’d visit your dad, whom Liam hasn’t seen since he was two because he lives so far away

You and your dad aren’t exactly the closest but you get along well and your son thinks grandpa’s the funniest thing since sliced bread

And it’s about time that you visit him anyway

But first, Liam needs to get to the end of the school year

And he has! Yay!

The administration at Liam’s school likes to put on a little graduation ceremony for the kindergarteners and the departing fifth graders, and that ceremony happens to be today

And it’s as if your car knows that you have something important to do today

Because she’s just refusing to start up

The engine makes a horrid whining-grinding sound when you turn the key in the ignition, and it makes you a little nervous that the whole thing is gonna blow

So you’ve resigned yourself to finding a different way to get to Liam’s school

Side note: you have the misfortune of being very anxious to get to events quite early in an effort to make sure you aren’t late, and you’ve definitely imparted that worry onto your son

Which means you have a nervous six-year-old switching between pacing back and forth beside your useless car and wrapping his arms around your thigh in an anxious iron grip

At least you’d left your apartment early, so there’s still some time to figure out a solution

You run through the list in your head: the school is close enough to walk to but it would take too much time, Tonks and her parents are at her own high school graduation so that’s obviously not an option, Poppy is working today so she can’t pick you up, and you absolutely refuse to ask anything more of Ms. Hope since she already does so much for you with Liam

The idea dawns on you to take an Uber just as the front door to your apartment building opens

And of course, a solution on legs walks into the parking lot

(Even if you don’t like burdening him by asking for his help)

James smiles as soon as he sees you and Liam

Liam’s face also lights up like a Christmas tree as he waves enthusiastically from his spot attached to your leg

You shouldn’t be surprised when James saunters over to you both to say good morning

And you especially shouldn’t be surprised when he offers help with your car troubles

(You were terrified slightly worried when James had left the ER that you’d crossed a line when you kissed his bandaged palm, and maybe you did, but James didn’t let it change your dynamic—if anything, he was just more and more happy-looking to see you every morning, and it was hard not to let his happiness spread to you too)

You refuse James’ help at first under the guise that his hand was still healing from that cut, but he just laughed and reminded you that he’d cut himself a month ago and his hand is perfectly fine

Which is how you’ve ended up here

The hood of your car propped up, Liam peering eagerly at the engine, James in a very nice-fitting crewneck t-shirt and formal slacks poking around inside the car, and you holding the suit jacket he’s planning on wearing to shake his kids’ hands as they walk across the gymnasium floor and blushing furiously as you try not to stare at the way the short sleeves of James’ shirt fit so nicely around his biceps

You’re plenty familiar with human anatomy, being a nurse and all, but jesus christ—

After a minute or two, James hums in understanding and Liam replicates the sound, trying to look where James is looking

You do your best to school your face, and you succeed for the most part even if you can’t really get rid of your blush

James explains to you and Liam that the bearings in your alternator have broken down and you sigh deeply

He says he’d offer to fix it but—he laughs a little sheepishly—he’s not the best with cars

Still, his friend Sirius, an administrative aide at Liam’s school, is pretty good at car mechanic stuff and James could probably ask him to do it

You aren’t super keen on agreeing (again with the asking for help thing) but either way, getting your alternator fixed right now isn’t a possibility because all three of us have a kindergarten graduation to get to, Mr. Potter

James’ eyes go wiiiiide lmao but you reassure him that you have enough time to get to the school just in time if you leave now

And of course he offers to drive you both there

You accept (not like you have much of a choice) and quickly find yourself on the way to Liam’s school with Liam in the back, sitting in James’ “emergency car seat”

(He explains that he keeps a kids’ car seat in his trunk in case he ever needs to drive a kid anywhere and that this is the car seat he used to drive Liam to and from school that one time)

(You feel alarmed and then thankful and then terribly guilty when you realize you’d never even thought about if Liam was sitting in a car seat that day)

After all that hassle, you, James, and Liam finally arrive at the school building and hurry to the gym, where the ceremony will be taking place

You send Liam down the hall with James with a kiss on the forehead (James thinks about asking for a kiss himself but thinks better of it) before going to sit in the rows of folding chairs set out for parents and family members

You sit with Molly and Arthur, the parents of Liam’s good friend Ron

Arthur is very jolly and cheery at all times and Molly, while occasionally judgemental, is usually quite kind

This graduation ceremony is very abbreviated just because six-year-olds can’t sit still for four hours like they would have to if this was a real graduation

The event starts with a few quick words from Principal McGonagall about how hard the kids have worked this year and how they deserve to enjoy their time off from school

Then it’s time for the kids to walk across the “stage”, which is really just a mobile raised platform

The principal calls a name, hands the child their very own kindergarten diploma, and sends them to have their photo taken with their respective teacher

James (now with his suit jacket back on) has a wide smile on his face as he stands with the other three kindergarten teachers

You cheer for Ron with Molly and Arthur as he walks across the stage to take a photo with his teacher, and when it’s Liam’s turn, Molly and Arthur (and Ron from the side of the stage) cheer with you

When the ceremony is over, Ron and Liam come running to you, Molly, and Arthur asking if they can go to the playground across the street to play for a while

Molly and Arthur agree to take Liam and Ron while you go let James know where you’re going and that you and Liam can walk home if he has somewhere he needs to be

It’s pretty clear from the look on James’ face that he thinks that even just the idea of leaving you and Liam without a ride is atrocious lmao

He just shakes his head like it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard and promises to meet you at the playground once he’s done dealing with Draco’s overbearing parents

You laugh and nod in agreement

The playground across from Liam’s school is really fancy

The city built it pretty recently, so it’s tall with a merry-go-round and a tire-swing and metal slides that you’re sure sear children’s skin off on hot days

Liam and Ron are having the time of their lives already, and you sit with Molly and Arthur on a nearby bench under a tree

It’s easy to talk with them because they ask the same questions whenever you talk

How are you? Oh I’m good. How��s Liam doing? He’s good too. Everything good at the hospital? As good as it can be, yeah.

They’re easy to talk to but it’s difficult to relate to them sometimes

Molly and Arthur are so old they could be your parents, and they have seven kids, the oldest of which is only a couple years younger than you

But at the same time, they’re really rather cute

They’ve been married for who knows how long and they’re still so in love (even when Molly threatens to decapitate her husband)

It’s sort of inspirational in a way

Liam and Ron call over to the three of you saying they’ve found a frog under one of the slides

You sigh and get up, knowing Molly doesn’t want to see any sort of amphibian and Arthur has some back problems so he probably couldn’t bend down to see the frog anyway

By the time you reach Ron and Liam, Ron’s got the poor frog cupped in his hands, and you tell him he may want to put it down since it’s scared

Ron understands and finds a puddle to release the frog into

Molly, Arthur, and Ron end up having to leave pretty quickly

Their oldest is graduating today too and they need to make it to his ceremony, so you and Liam bid them farewell and promise to make plans to hang out over the summer sometime

James sees you being dragged by Liam towards the swings as he crosses the street towards the park

Neither you nor Liam realizes he’s there until he sits in the swing next to you

But Liam’s flying into James’ gut with the tightest hug ever as soon as he sees him

You laugh and James hugs Liam back and thinks to himself that this is just the best thing ever

He couldn’t be happier in any other place with any other people

Liam tells James about the frog and that somehow evolves into thanking him for being "the best teacher ever, not the bestest because of grammar"

(James thanks Liam for being such a good student, and Liam has the biggest smile after that)

Watching Liam talk to James makes a warm fuzz rise up in your chest

They’re just so sweet with each other :(

James is so attentive with Liam and Liam talks to James like they’re both adults and it’s just the cutest sweetest nicest thing ever

Liam decides to go searching for more frogs in the wooded park near the playground, and you and James are left watching him from the swings

It’s quiet for a little while between you and James, and James suddenly becomes starkly aware that this is the first time you’ve been alone together in the month since his ER visit

Usually you have Liam or maybe Remus, Sirius, or Ms. Hope as a buffer, but now?

Now it’s just him and you

But if there’s one thing James is good at, it’s making people feel comfortable in sorta uncomfortable situations

So he makes some cheesy joke about you being the parent of a kindergarten graduate, and you laugh along and say you couldn’t be more proud of your little boy

And just like that you two are talking like best friends again

You thank him for the kind note he wrote about Liam’s performance in school that he included in the report card from the most recent parent-teacher conference

He recommends a new kind of breakfast cereal you’d seen him buy at the grocery store a couple weeks ago

You update him on the gossip and drama between Poppy and your CNO at work

He thanks you for the black-and-white cookies you made for him as a thank-you for the oatmeal raisin cookies several months ago

You tell him about a large black dog you’d seen waltzing about in Ms. Hope’s front yard once

He asks you to check on the very-much healed scar on his palm (just to be 100% sure it’s not infected, you know?)

You laugh at his jokes and he smiles at your laugh, and eventually, you fall into a silence more comfortable than the last

Eventually, James speaks up

“Hey, um …” He sighs, unsure of how he wants to go about this. I mean, it’s fine now, isn’t it? He’s no longer Liam’s teacher; you’re no longer his student’s mom because Liam isn’t his student anymore. So it’s fine. Right?

“You alright?” you ask, brows pulled just slightly together in concern. James takes a long look into your eyes before turning and setting his gaze on Liam. Your son is crouched under a wide tree, eyes trained on the dirt and mud underneath in search of frogs.

“I … yeah, I’m alright,” James says. “I, uh … I … god, this is so much more difficult than I thought it would be.” He laughs quietly at himself in a way that’s a little too self-deprecating for you to approve of, but he starts talking again before you can comment.

“Okay.” James is firm in his resolve, but he refuses to meet your eyes as he speaks. “I—I’m gonna say something, and I’m not one hundred percent sure how you’ll react, so if I say something wrong or make you uncomfortable in any way, please—please—just tell me and I’ll never bring it up again, but I wanted to tell you how—how I’ve been feeling these past couple months and I hope you feel the same way—I think you do, but maybe I’m just reading into things—but I just wanted to say that, you know, I started to think of you as my friend when we started talking in the mornings, but as soon as I saw you at parent-teacher conferences I knew you were just the kindest, most hard-working, most beautiful person I’d ever had the honor of meeting and—and over the past year, I’ve begun to have these feelings that—but it’s been so hard because I would never ever voice them while Liam is in my class because that would be terribly unprofessional and completely unfair to you, and I just—” James heaves a breath, suddenly sharply aware of the fact that he hadn’t been breathing enough, and gasped for several deep breaths.

He looked into his lap with a self-pitying laugh. “I … sorry, I’m rambling.”

James dug the toe of his shoe into the wood chips, pushing his swing lightly. Why had he done this again? Liam was barely out of his class and he was already hounding after you. God, how desperate and creepy was that? He hadn’t even truly confessed and he was sure he’d already ruined every chance of you even talking to him again, let alone—

The crunch of wood chips made James wince. He closed his eyes, certain you would simply leave him on the swings without so much as a goodbye, until he heard your steps stop abruptly somewhere in front of him. Carefully, one eye peeked open, and he saw your ballet flats standing directly in front of his seat on the swings, facing him. He looked up.

James felt like he knew you pretty well at this point, but the face you were making was one he wasn’t familiar with at all. One moment he thought it was hope, but it would switch and look like fear next, then reluctance, then … was that excitement? Happiness? Eventually, you took a deep breath, shoulders squared and ready to speak.

“Do you like coffee?”

There was a moment of silence before James very eloquently responded, “What?”

You smiled—genuine this time, if awkward.

“I mean, if you don’t, that’s totally fine, I just … figured we could go somewhere to get coffee or—or tea, or a muffin or something before I go to work rather than just, you know, talking by the mailboxes.” You let out a meek laugh, and James feels his shoulders melt away from his ears.

“Do you like coffee?” he asks back.

“I’m a nurse—coffee is the only thing keeping me from falling apart at the seams,” you quip. James outright laughs, which makes you smile, which makes him smile.

“We can go for coffee,” he agrees. “I know a café that has muffins and stuff that’s pretty close to the hospital if you’d like to go there. The Leaky Cauldron. Have you been?”

“Oh, yeah,” you say with a nod of recognition. “Me and Poppy went there for lunch once. They have a rather nice quiche.”

“Alright, it’s a date—”

James’ eyes widen as soon as the words are out of his mouth, and he looks at you like he’s in trouble. The same look of reluctance and a drop of fear clouds your eyes once more, and James finds he loathes it. He prepares himself for the worst.

“I want to say, before we … before we move forward, there are some ground rules.”

James nods quickly, eyes wide as he peered up at you. “Anything.”

You try to strangle the blush that creeps up your neck at that.

“Well, really only one ground rule,” you amend. “No matter what, I’m Liam’s mother first. Always. He already likes you, which is part of the reason I offered to get coffee—I would never go out with someone he didn’t approve of—but when it comes down to it, he’s always going to be my top priority. No matter what.”

James’ eyes soften, and he nods, reassured.

“That was one of the first things I liked about you,” he admits. “Liam is your son—your world—and I completely understand that. I would never ask you to change that, or to think of me before him. Never in a million years.”

James watches your shoulders relax, and you take a small, relieved breath before nodding.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. James just smiles up at you, eyes adoring. You finally allow your own gaze to roam freely over his features, to take in his nose, his eyes, his lips.

You take a step closer, knees brushing lightly against James’ where he sits. Ever so gently, you reach a hand out of your pocket to brush a stray curl behind James’ ear, and your hand lingers there, fingertips brushing against his jaw. James is about even with your sternum, and he can’t help but love with all his heart how pretty you look from this angle.

Slowly, leaving plenty of time for him to pull back, you bend at the waist towards him. You don’t stop until his lips are on yours in a small, tentative kiss. It's gentle and the two of you scarcely move. Just a simple press lasting a handful of seconds before you pull back just enough to look into James’ eyes.

It takes a second for him to come back down to Earth, but you can see the moment when he realizes what just happened because his eyes seem to glow with a radiant sort of joy that has you wanting to kiss him again just so that look never goes away. He smiles broadly, and it must be contagious because you end up smiling slightly too as you slide your palm against his cheek and he reaches a hand up to cup the back of your neck. He simply holds you there for a moment before laughing disbelievingly and bringing your lips to his again.

This is the last one as of right now! Click here for the series masterlist

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stormandforge · 3 months ago

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Raw reactions to X-Force #2

60% Sage, 40% Forge, and 100% what I want from a comic.

SPOILER warning.

Sage finding the solution, Forge saving the day. I want to live in this issue.

There’s a conscious effort to remove the big hitters from the action to let the nerds take centre stage, and I am here for it. No offence to the Betsy and Rachel fans: it’s just not every day my darlings get to shine.

Absolutely loving the dynamic between Forge and Sage. It’s everything I wanted it to be, equal and open, if cautious. Here are 2 intellectual people functioning on the same level, and my, is it hot in here? I’ve been shipping them for a while, but they work so well together on the page, I feel vindicated.

Forge has plans for Sage. See: “nothing works without Tessa” in issue #1, and the way he rushes to save her before anyone else when the jet explodes in this issue. He needs her around. I just hope it's not because he plans on sacrificing her.

New pattern detected: every significant relationship Forge has with a woman starts with her insulting him. Weirdo man.

Time to remind the world of a general rule: SAGE IS ALWAYS RIGHT.

Going into this, I was afraid Forge would become some sort of seer character, and that the tinkering would take a back seat. Boy, was I wrong. THERE IS SO MUCH TECH IN THIS. He’s still the master tinkerer I know and love, we just haven’t seen him in his workshop yet.

But we do see him abandon Sage in a hostile jungle to return to his workspace. WTH man, that's rude.

In case you're wondering: Forge is hot. Sizzling. The brains, the mystery, the shiny eyes…He can recruit me for a suicide mission any day.

I’m hoping we’ll get more concrete information about Sage’s goggles. I’m always annoyed by the glasses she wears – it’s never clear how they complement or enhance her power, or what they’re for exactly.

Did we see Forge fixing/improving Sage’s goggles by simply laying his hand on them? If yes, that’s new and that’s hot.

Forge staring into the Analog all day like it’s the ring of power or something. Hey, handsome! Look up and give us a smile!

Of course he stores the Analog in his leg. The ridiculousness of this man.

I actually cheered at the debunking of the “passive” mutation. Mutant nerds represent.

Things that happen when you write Sage in-character: she becomes SEX ON LEGS. Uber smart metaphor for autism who speaks in probabilities and foreign tongues, helloooooo

“Not ‘colonizer’. Mutant.” Ohhhh that’s a bit cringe.

Little Miss Tessa talking in the third person for some reason (there might be a reason...?)

Loving the research Thorne is putting into this. He obviously knows Wakanda, but I love that he can also justify his premise with actual back issues. Gotta love a nerd with receipts.

Speaking of receipts, I stan Sele's bluntness. 'Hi, Stranger who just saved us all. I know everything about you. Didn't you use to screw the queen? Now get off my lawn.'

“Do not finish that sentence”, lol

The duality between science and magic is obviously a crucial part of Forge’s character, even if he hasn’t touched magic in a long time now. He favours science again in this issue, but I’ll be interested to see if he can balance the two again in the future.

Keeping the Tank mystery going, I see.

Nori’s a precious jewel.

I really don’t mind the episodic approach so far, but it could get old.

The average comic book reader might want a bigger scale and more explosions. I don’t. I want more stories of Forge and Sage being their hot nerdy selves.

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genericpuff · 1 year ago

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Okay I need someone to know there is an equally bad Hades x Persephone story (it might've been self published? But I'm not sure. I read it years ago as a gift from a friend).

But the basic premise of the story is very similar to a touch of darkness and lore Olympus. The names are changed slightly - Persephone is now Persy or something and hades is Hayden.

Persephone works at an accounting firm or something as a new hire and guess who the new business partner is that her company is trying to strike a deal with? Hades who's Uber rich and handsome. Only difference is for some reason Persephone has the power to make people tell her their deepest secrets so like for example when she was a kid people would confess creepy things to her - like her middle school teacher blatantly admitting to being a pedophile and she does nothing about it. (Granted it's like what would she do even magic powers aren't admissible in court but still). And there's a love triangle with some random human guy? Who is immune to her powers through sheer will power (and masturbation. Yes this is a plot point).

At some point Persephone travels Hayden's domain (which is somewhere in Asia like Shanghai for some reason and not Greece). I gave up at that point. There was lots of creepy things going on in the story a la "young new girl Persephone is constantly almost assaulted at every turn due to her irresistible beauty and people's need to tell her their secrets").

Worst book I've ever read. It's so bad I cannot for the life of me remember the title but it fashioned itself as a modern retelling of Hades and Persephone.

Could it have been The Cursed God? That's what I pulled up from a google search at least LMAO

Here's the summary:

"Hades is coming for me. But that doesn't mean he can have me . . . He says he knows me. Who I am. What I am. I'm pretty sure my boss Hayden is on some sort of weird power trip. He's sexy as hell, but has an arrogance that spells danger. I'm only serving drinks in his seedy strip club until I can afford my own flower shop. I just have to avoid the inexplicable pull between us in the meantime. Then he claims I'm Persephone and he's Hades, the God of the Underworld. He says I was taken from him and now he's here to awaken my spirit so he can take me back to the underworld. That his position in the underworld depends on it. Either he's crazy . . . or I'm a mythical goddess. A queen of the underworld. His Queen."

There was another one I found called Descent. And its summary is equally crazy:

"He was my savior once. Twice. Now he’s become my tormentor.

Hayden Montgomery was my best friend’s big brother. The last time I saw him was that Halloween night. The night he found me in the ruin of the chapel. The night he carried me home through a storm that was the omen warning us all of what would come.

That was five years ago. Now, he’s back. But he’s not the same man he was.

Once upon a time, I’d fantasized about our happily-ever-after. Once upon a time, I think I loved him.

But that was before he stood in the wreckage that is now my life and offered me the solution to my problems. And the cost? My body and my soul.

There’s something dark between Hayden and me. It binds us for better or for worse. Mostly worse. Like the moth to the flame, we can’t seem to resist the draw.

I just don’t know which of us is the moth and which the flame, but either way, we’re both going to get burned."

That last bit about the moth and flame is just- it's so delightfully Twilight "the lion fell in love with the lamb" vibes.

Anyways. Those are the two closest ones I could find that matched your description, but this has me learning that there are ... a LOT of 'modern' retellings of H x P that involve Persephone being an uwu babygirl and Hades being some wet rag abusive dickhead named Hayden. This is a sub-genre I didn't know existed and now I'm wishing I could just scrub my brain of it LOL

On the one hand, part of me now wants to believe that this issue goes deeper than Rachel, that Rachel is just yet another side effect of a bigger problem... but then I spot all the publication dates on these H x P "dark romance" books are from 2019 onwards. Obviously LO doesn't exist in a vacuum either, it's clear it took influences from works that existed before it, it's not the first "modern" retelling of Greek myth. But I can't help but feel a sense of dread that really makes me wonder just how much LO's existence has subsequently oversaturated the market with these "retellings" of a story that was originally a tragedy and meant to sympathize with the mothers whose daughters were forced into marriage, the same way 50 Shades and Twilight oversaturated the market with the "dark romance" genre itself, which is really just a dog whistle for abusive relationships at this point.

Don't really have anything else to say to close out this post. It's just depressing and I desperately want us all to hurry the fuck up and outgrow it instead of dressing up the same abusive "relationships" with a new coat of paint every 5-10 years.

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faithst · 1 year ago

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BUS STOP ༄ TK

synopsis after hanging out with keita, you decided to go home only to see that it’s pouring and you’re now stuck at the bus stop with him

pairing keita x gn!reader

genre fluff

notes this was honestly so cute, thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy this <3 i miss seokeita too :(

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laughing at keita’s jokes and catching up was a great way to spend your weekend. after the laughter died down, he leaned back into the bench “i’m so glad the weather is great today!”

you nod in agreement as the sun shone giving you both a golden tint as birds chirp in the distance. wouldn’t it be such a shame for something unpredictable like bad weather to ruin your planned out day with keita?

as you saw the sun setting, you figured it was time to bid your farewells. “time flew so fast.” keita spoke up, gazing at the beautiful sunset. maybe it was true that time went by quickly with the people you love, when you’re truly in the moment. he got up, offering a hand indicating it was time to walk back to the bus stop. you grabbed his hand, standing up and wiping invisible dust off your clothes.

as you walked back together, there were still loads of stories keita had to tell and he wanted to make sure you got to hear them in person. so he used the periods walking to tell them. they were fun bursts of energy as expected from keita; neverending enthusiasm which you loved.

though you were walking rather leisurely, the day slowly sunk into night and to your luck, you missed the bus. watching in the distance as it drives off. you try to chase it but it already went far.

keita pat your back, thinking of other solutions. but as the light bulb on his head lit up, the sounds of light drizzle became audible. soon, the drops painted the pavement around the small and covered bus stop.

this wasn’t so bad, right? well, none of you had brought an umbrella and was now stuck there. checking your phone to call up an uber, it didn’t turn on as it had ran out of battery earlier. keita looked at you with an empathetic smile, a bit of guilt because he delayed you.

but it was okay, the person with you wasn’t some rando. it was keita, and you’d do anything to spend more time with him. even if it were tricky situations like this. all you could do now was wait another hour or so in darkness, the only lights illuminating were the ones covering the bus stop. though you weren’t alone.

as the temperatures decrease and the moon took over the sun, overlapping the coldness given by the rain. you were freezing, both of you were absolutely chilled to the bone. as much as keita wanted to do a romantic gesture such as wrap his jacket around you; he didn’t have a jacket with him.

all he was wearing was a sweater that you gave him for his birthday a year ago, he cherished it alot. maybe it was his favourite item in his closet, always reaching out to it whenever he could. as an attempt to keep eachother warm; he grabbed your hands, rubbing them with his to spark some heat. you smiled, it wasn’t much but it was something.

the temperature got worse as the rain started to pour even more, causing you to hug yourself in attempt to get even the slightest bit of warmth. keita saw this and was absolutely heartbroken. maybe it wouldn’t happen if he told the story faster or walked a bit quicker.

he wanted to apologise for making you miss your stop and for making you wait in the cold but his mouth was numb. pulling the sleeves over his hands in shapes of sweater paws, he continued holding your hands. it was a bit better than without the sleeves.

he saw your quivering lips, moving his sweater paws now to your cheeks, cupping your face. flushing a cute tint of pink upon his action, using the weather as an excuse for your red face.

yes, it wasn’t the most ideal situation but it was a situation that made you closer to keita. as you wait, head on his shoulder and bodies huddling together to make sure you both got enough warmth and away from any drops of the rain. you’re glad you missed the bus to this.

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farity · 2 years ago

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To Forgive, Divine, part 2

Part 1

Edit pic by the amazing kyloremus

Pairing: Modern AU Aemond Targaryen x you

Summary: You and Aemond have history together. And history tends to repeat itself.

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You didn’t know quite how it had happened, but you were driving to a nearby bar with Aemond in your passenger seat.

He’d asked you if he solved your two most pressing issues - bathroom and underwear - would you be willing to go somewhere and talk. You’d said yes, before remembering it was Aemond you were talking to and he probably already had figured out the solution in his head.

And you’d been right.

He’d seen the 24-hour drugstore on the other side of the garage, ran inside, bought a package of underwear, presented it in a gift bag, escorted you to the bathroom of the coffee shop next door, and waited outside for you.

“Tomorrow, I will buy you the entire La Perla store downtown,” he’d said as you walked back to your car.

You approached the swanky little bar, parked and let him open your door.

* * * * *

“Old-fashioned, sweet, please.”

Aemond looked at the bartender, “same, thank you.”

He walked her to one of the darkened booths. He hadn’t been to this bar before, not that he frequented bars any more, not after the initial, blurry months after she’d left him. After you had ignored her for months and she got sick of it.

“So, Aemond, tell me about yourself.”

He smiled, his mind going blank at the impossible question. “I will tell you anything you wish to know.”

The server walked over with their drinks, placed the napkins and glasses in front of them.

“Thank you.”

He chatted nervously about random bullshit, knowing there were more important things to talk about but dreading it all the same. Eventually, she leaned in and tilted her head to one side, a gesture he remembered.

“Tell me how you are not Aegon’s lifeboat any more.”

He winced at her directness, but knew she deserved to ask that particular question. “I left. I spent six months being angry, after you left, then I went to therapy.”

“I thought the family didn’t do therapy,” she interjected. “that’s for mere mortals, and ‘Targaryens are closer to gods’,” she quoted the inscription on the front page of the family book, an ancient tome that listed every birth, marriage, and death in the family.

Aemond raised his glass, smiling at the words. “They don’t do therapy. I did. Still do, once in a while.” He took a long swig of the cocktail. “Anyway, after six months, I was either going to murder him or leave. So I left.”

She leaned in, watched the way his fingers kept tapping the glass. “Where did you go?”

“Where didn’t I go?” He smiled bitterly. “I emptied my savings and took a backpack with me. I threw my phone into the lake and left a note for my mother. I said I’d check in once in a while and I did. I’d call her, then she’d start telling me what Aegon had done lately, what he’d gotten himself into and I’d hang up.”

“You cut them off.”

Aemond nodded. “It was that or spend the rest of my life fixing his shit. Next time I called, he was in rehab. The time after that, he’d been sober for six months.”

“Wow.” She leaned back. “Is he still?”

“Yup, almost two years now.”

“That’s good. Good for him.”

“I am so sorry,” the server said, “we’re closing in fifteen minutes.”

Aemond handed him a card, “no problem.”

* * * * *

“I can’t believe it’s almost 2am,” you remarked as you both walked to your car. “Why don’t I drop you off? An Uber is going to take forever.”

“I don’t mind waiting.”

You sighed, “don’t be an idiot. I don’t mind driving you.”

He agreed, and you began driving to the other side of the city. It was peaceful at this time, and the only sound was Aemond’s soothing voice, telling you stories of his travels. He really had been all over the planet, and you realized from details he let slip here and there that he had been just as lonely meeting new people every day as you had back home after you’d split up.

Finally, you pulled up at his apartment building, facing the lake, and once you’d stopped the park, he grabbed your hand, kissing the back. “Can I see you again?” he asked quietly.

“We need to take things slowly,” you told him, “give me a few days.”

“Of course.” He smiled and opened the door. “Let me know whenever you are ready.” He leaned in to kiss your cheek before leaving and you nearly grabbed his arm to keep him from going but this was the best course of action.

Getting to know each other again. Not rushing into things. You couldn’t assume you’d just step back into the same relationship as if nothing had happened. He was different. You were different.

You watched as he walked into the front door of the building and drove off, wondering how much sleep you’d get tonight.

* * * * *

Aemond sat on the chair by the window, where he liked to read, and took a deep breath. The entire night had been full of the unexpected, and now he had hope, a tiny ember of it, and he knew he wouldn’t sleep. He turned on the lamp behind the chair and looked at the stack of books on the floor. He read a bit of whichever suited his mood, and lately it had been mysteries. He picked up one of them and thumbed through to where he’d left off the last-

His phone buzzed and he recognized the doorbell alarm. He clicked on the app and the screen showed her, standing at his door looking nervous. He nearly tripped over the shoes he’d taken off in his rush to get to the door, and when he opened it, she looked at him for a moment before he reached out and pulled her inside.

“You know what this means,” he whispered, keeping his hands on her shoulders and not everywhere else where he really wanted them.

“Yes.”

“I will have you.”

She rose on her tiptoes to kiss him but he pulled away.

“No, I mean, I will have you. I agreed to take our time, but if you’re here, that changes things. Yeah, I want you. On your back, on your knees, however I can have you, but I want more. I want it all.”

When she looked down, he released her and took a step back. “Get out.”

She opened her mouth to protest and he held up a hand. “I will send you a vibrator.” He saw the hurt in her eyes, but he wanted all of her, not just a few frenzied minutes as they fucked. “You don’t need me to get yourself off.”

He thought, as the seconds stretched into eternity, that his therapist would be very proud of him. He would say something about a growing sense of worth and not accepting crumbs as he always had.

Maybe he could send something to his therapist so he, too, could go fuck himself.

“I want a second chance, too, Aemond.”

He barely heard her over the pounding in his head. “What?”

“I said,” she almost shouted, and then closed the door, “I want a second chance, too. The circumstances have changed but I know you. I tried to convince myself that we’re different but that’s not true. I know who you are.”

He took a deep breath. “You knew me minutes ago when you said you wanted to go slowly.”

“Can we sit, please?”

When he said nothing, she asked again. “Please,”

He walked into the living area, swept a hand out to indicate the small dining room, leaned against a wall. He was exhausted, he was frustrated, and to add to his frustration, he’d started to get hard the moment he’d touched her at the door.

She placed her bag on the dining room table, pulled out one of the chairs and sat while he used every ounce of willpower he had to not rush to her, comfort her, take her in his arms and begin undressing her because god knew the quick fuck they’d had earlier was nowhere near enough to sate him.

“I am sorry,” she began, “I realize I’m bouncing between extremes here and it’s’ not fair to you. Seeing you was a shock.”

He said nothing and watched tears gathering in her eyes.

* * * * *

You dug your nails into your palm, because goddamnit you were not going to cry. You could get through this conversation without tears.

But Aemond’s expression. Or more specifically, the lack of expression on his face was so unsettling. You could do this, you reminded yourself. You could get your thoughts out in a coherent, organized manner, and eloquently explain your feelings, fears, and hopes.

You opened your mouth and saw him take a deep breath, looking at you like he was listening to his brother explaining how this was really, truly, the last time.

“I just fucking miss you so much.” You burst into tears, and you caught, just barely, the impulsive movement from him, the split-second where he had moved towards you before he pulled himself back to where he stood. You covered your face, angry that you’d just blurted something out instead of the calm, straightforward words you’d been practicing as you walked to his building.

You wiped your eyes with your hands and then looked at him. “I love you, Aemond, and if you need more time, I will-”

He sprung then, startling you when he pulled out a chair and sat facing you. “Need more time?” He laughed bitterly. “I was ready to try, wasn’t I? Did you forget our little interlude in that closet? I said I wanted to see you again, and you said to take things slowly. So I agreed. But now you’re here, and I’m guessing it’s not because you want to ask me about my Lord and Savior, so what- what the hell am I supposed to think?”

Yeah, he was right. He sighed, then rose to head to his kitchen, grabbed a couple of glasses while you gathered yourself. When he came back, he placed a glass of water and a box of tissues in front of you, then drank most of his water before placing the glass down.

“I know,” you said softly. “It’s not fair to you.” You grabbed some tissues, swiped them over your eyes. “I mean what I said. I love you. And I thought I wanted to take things slowly but I realized we’re not really different people.”

You wiped your nose, drank some water. “Aemond, you were always loyal as fuck to your family, and while you stopped fixing Aegon’s shit, it doesn’t mean you didn’t want to, it just meant you realized it wouldn’t solve anything. It was bad for him and bad for you, so you stopped. You’re still that loyal person, you just don’t enable him anymore.”

“Neither of us was wrong, back then,” you continued. “You were doing what you thought was right, and I was protecting myself from feeling like I wasn’t important to you. And now things are different. And I don’t want to wreck any chance we might have.” You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t risk the chance of seeing hatred in his gaze.

You felt him walk over, crouch in front of you and reach up to touch your hair. “I did treat you like you weren’t important. I am sorry I made you feel that way.” He twirled a lock of hair around his finger, brushed his thumb over it. “I want to try, but I need to know what we’re doing here.”

You nodded, finally looked at him. He was watching you with tenderness and you smiled softly. “I want it all, Aemond. Just like you do.”

“If that’s the case, then stay with me,” he said. “First, because it’s almost dawn and neither of us should be driving anywhere, but also because I fucking miss you, too. Not just sex, but you. Spend the day with me and we can figure things out together.”

You took a deep breath, the fear that had constricted you finally going away, and you nodded. “Okay.”

* * * * *

The sun, when it rose, found Aemond sitting on his chair with her on his lap. He’d known he wasn’t going to be able to sleep, and she had downed half the pot of coffee he’d made, but she was happily nestled against him as the first rays peeked through the slivers of space between the buildings he could see from his window.

His sweatpants were long on her, even rolled up he could barely see her toes, and his t-shirt was thin but between his body heat and the blanket he had wrapped around her, she reassured him she was very comfortable.

When she finally dozed off, he rose with her in his arms, walked to his bed and tucked her in. He was incredibly wired from all the coffee he’d had so he stood back up to go do some work in the living room.

“Don’t leave, please.”

She’d snuck one of her arms out of the blankets, and had flung her hand toward him.

He closed the door and went back to her, slipped under the covers and wrapped himself around her.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” he murmured against her hair. “This is not a hardship, you know?”

He felt her smile, felt her arms go around him, and then she lifted her mouth to his. He was powerless, his defenses completely gone, and he kissed her, gently at first and then the all consuming hunger and need began taking over and he added teeth and tongue to the kiss. When she moaned, he began pulling clothes off of her, let her greedy hands grab and tear at his own clothing until he could, finally, slip inside her, feel the heat of her surround him.

She reached up, fingertips gentle on his cheek, and he pulled off the eyepatch, let the blue flame of the sapphire burn down on her as he rocked his hips against her. Her lips were light as butterflies as she traced his scar, her breathing catching as her own need grew. “Aemond,” she whispered, “it’s always been you. I’ve never loved anyone else.”

He couldn’t answer her, not with words, because they were a jumbled mess in his throat, but he kissed her, loved her until she cried out with pleasure, and only after he’d let go and lost himself in her, could he finally murmur, “I love you, too.”

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unfilteredrealities · 7 months ago

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My crutch arrived the day before yesterday and it is amazing. I’m finally feeling more stability when walking and my right leg can’t sneak up on me anymore on pressing windows shutting down du du du du dum.

It gave me so much support on Friday when I went to work.

It was exhausting though having to explain to every coworker who asked me why I have a crutch at age 26 because like YES PEOPLE CAN HAVE ISSUES AT THIS AGE FFS 😭 and ofc some where like you are too young to have these issues and taking these meds.

The work cleaning lady was like just get a stomach reduction surgery so ur weight isn’t fucking up ur back no more - which HOLY SHIT TOO INVASIVE OF AN ADVICE I DIDN’T ASK FOR

Pro: people are nice and are offering their help to you and the cars stop when you are at the crosswalk , the Uber drivers are extra nice too

Cons: people pester you with questions why how and when, they try to grab the crutch without asking you if it’s okay if they can try it out , lots of questions , people give you unwanted and unasked advice with their “solutions”

I think I’ll turn my crutch into Froggie the Beater bcs istg if the next person who tries to give me unasked advice I’ll bonk them with the crutch!

I have to do so much shit still 😭

Go to family doctor to show them what the neurologist said and what paper she gave me

Go get a MRI of my lower back

Get an X Ray of my right Hip

Get done this one test to see if my nerves are still intact in my right side

Go get multiple blood tests done

Go with the results to the Neurologist

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bluenpjm · 2 years ago

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serendipity in a box ☾ knj x oc

synopsis. little by little, the world forces her to slow down and be happy.

genre. slice of life + non-idol!namjoon + fluff

pairing. knj + oc

rating. G

wordcount. 1.7K

warnings. some claustrophobic moments

a/n. to the one that despite being far, is always close. happy happy birthday hyo, i love you from here to the moon and back a million times ♡ ! (also ps how cute would this be if i turned it into a series? 🤭)

The sun wasn’t shining yet when Hyori rolled the blinds on her window. She could see the moon on the horizon, saying her farewells as she prepared for another turn around Earth—a full moon; Hyori’s favorite.

Her first alarm of the day rings, feebly. Hadn’t the girl been already tying her shoelaces, she would be dozing off from dreamland now. But today, her routine was a little bit different.

Grabbing her headphones, she notices the light that comes from her friend Carolina’s room. Knocking lightly, she peaks her head inside, only to find the oldest in her bed, laptop open as she munches on some chips.

“Is it 5 already?” Eyes widened, the sleepless girl asked.

“That better not be that show we were watching together tonight.” Threateningly, Hyori speaks and the small guilt-filled smile that appears on the face of her friend makes her roll her eyes.

“I don’t mind watching it again?” Carolina finds herself asking as if looking for the right thing to say.

“You better.” Hyori is about to close the door, only to abruptly open it. “Get some sleep.”

Running was a coping mechanism for Hyori. She always felt prepared to face a new day after her runs, but today she couldn’t shake the feeling of being sick to her stomach.

She had a job interview. Truthfully, she had been disenchanted with her current occupation for a while now. She wanted a change of pace. But it was comfortable. So, after a month of sending in resumes, she was finally starting to hear back from some companies. She managed to schedule one interview that landed on a week where she could work from home, so she was able to coordinate that with her office time. But today, with this interview, she had to lie to her boss to be able to be present.

Deep down, she blamed her flatmates. Easily so, they encouraged her to lie to her boss and say she had to make a visit to the doctor, such a concerning visit that simply missing the hour of the appointment at work wouldn’t be enough. No–her health state was of such concern that she was in desperate need of taking the entire day.

And so, clumsily, she managed to fabricate the symptoms she had been feeling. The concerned look on her boss’ face only made her feel worse. The cherry on top was, of course, that on the next day, she had to walk into her office and present a false declaration that Deo, her other flatmate, had made for her, signed and everything, stating that Miss Kang Hyori had paid a visit to the doctor and was “very very ill”. She would have to deal with all sorts of questions about her condition and the diagnosis that resulted from the appointment. Hyori is a terrible liar, so she was shooting for success in the situation she had allowed herself to be in.

“Please hold the door!” Hyori struggles to balance herself on the uncomfortable heels she had borrowed. This style suited the company but she most definitely preferred her most relaxed, cozy-like style. Hyori always dressed like a warm spring day.

Despite waking up earlier than usual, Hyori was close to running late. She had missed the bus—faultlessly, as she was able to see the bus cut the corner 5 minutes earlier than the time it should’ve been reaching the stop. Checking her phone, the nearest Uber presents to be an inefficient and too-expensive solution, so she finds herself dialing an old friend’s number.

By the time Seokjin was able to drop her off, she was close to running late.

The building resembled the one where she currently worked on. Skyscraper-like, with crystal blue windows that prolonged the infinity of the sky. The day had barely started but people frantically walked by, too engrossed in their lives to take a minute to enjoy the rays of sun that scaped through the clouds.

“Thank you.” Hyori gives a small smile to the older man in a suit that held the elevator. He simply nods and she finds a spot in the box after checking that the button with the number of the floor she was headed had already been pressed.

The elevator keeps on stopping, floor after floor as, similarly to the center of the city, people go on about their lives. Hyori kept her focus on her phone. She kept on analyzing her cv and rereading the job requisites. She wasn’t sure she wanted this job. But she hated to be prepared. Even if her commitment to the position wasn’t 100%, she still wanted to be their top choice.

Suddenly, the power goes out, and the elevator car jerks to a stop, plunging the room into darkness. Hyori gasps at the abrupt stop, while the low hum of the emergency lights flickers as the elevator car comes to a standstill.

“I’m sure it will just be a minute.” Hyori’s eyes follow the sound of the voice of the man standing in the other corner of the elevator, now just realizing she wasn’t alone.

She doesn’t answer, instead showing him a weak but polite smile. He doesn’t notice it, though, too busy pacing back and forth, noticeably distressed with the situation he found himself in.

More than a minute goes by and the man, impatient, takes a stride toward the elevator’s panel.

He pressed the emergency button but nothing comes out. Both passengers fixate their eyes on the holes where the speaker is. No sound, no message of hope. He presses it again, this time longer. But the outcome is the same.

Grabbing his phone from the inside pocket of his blazer, he sighs. Hyori swiftly concludes that his phone was in the same state as hers—no signal.

“Looks like we’ll be here for a while…” Defeated, the man slouches down to the floor, his bag, which had been weighing on his shoulder, now realized on the floor. “Good thing I brought a book.” And just as he spoke, he removed the book from his bag.

Hyori timidly finds a place on the floor as well. “What are you reading?”

Fingers drum on the edge of the book, the cover is simple, a worn-out beige color with a doodle that leads to a pen. Thinking, Fast and Slow.

“I’ve read that book before.” Hyori’s eyes light up in acknowledgment. “How far out are you?”

“I’m rereading it, actually.” The man chuckles lightly. “What d’you think of it?” The book falls on his lap, thumb securing the spot where he’d resume his reading.

“I really like that it made me question my beliefs. It made me think in a more critical way.”

The man nods for a while, contemplating. “It definitely leaves you thinking.”

“That’s why you’re reading it a second time?”

“One thing that I took from it was that I should take my time to reflect before moving on–” Their eyes meet and the man is suddenly embarrassed. Hyori simply nods, having the feeling that he was pondering whether he should move to a new book or if it related to something deeper from his private life.

She trails off, looking at the elevators’ walls. “I actually was left with the impression that too much information can sometimes lead to worse decisions.”

“That’s debatable.”

As the minutes' tick by, the two continue their conversation, each fascinated by the other’s perspectives. Their share of insights and ideas on various topics, end up sparking other thought-provoking conversations that could last well into the rest of the day.

“I’m Namjoon, by the way.” Extending his hand, Hyori notices the dimple that accompanies his genuine smile.

“Hyori.” She shakes his hands.

“I don’t think I ever seen you around?” He squints his eyes, trying to pinpoint the newly discovered name to the face. If he had to be honest, he was terrible with names, but he always recognized a face, especially one like the one in front of him.

“I could say the same.” Feeling cheeky, Hyori blurts out, immediately regretting the words that come out of her mouth. “I’m sorry, that was silly.” She chuckles. “I actually came for an interview.”

That sparks a new interest in Namjoon and he begins asking her all sorts of questions. Despite the stressful situation of being stuck in an elevator, the two find each other marveled by their minds. Hyori comes to find out that, in the eventuality of getting the job, Namjoon would be her new colleague. He gives her some pointers on the right things to say and the topics to avoid.

Minutes turn into hours and although the two had been wrapped up in their conversations, the lack of movement from the car they are in slowly returns them to the reality they are in–stuck in a minuscule box, 16 floors up on the air, with no chance of communicating with the outside world.

Ending 1

“Wait–do you hear that?” Namjoon is quick to get up on his feet.

Hyori watches him confused, “What?”

“Sssshhh,” He has his face leaning against the heavy elevator doors. “There are people outside.”

“So we must be close to a floor!” Hyori is quick to catch his line of thinking, standing up and leaning against the door as well. For a second, they face each other, ears cold against the stainless steel doors.

“IN HERE! WE’RE HERE!”

“PLEASE HELP US!”

They frantically scream for a minute, until they hear knocking from the other side of the door. It only takes a couple more minutes before Namjoon is helping push the doors open, first responders on the other side, breaking through the high-security doors of the elevator.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Hyori.” Namjoon hand falls on her shoulder, a smile on his face.

“Likewise, although… it could’ve been under better circumstances.” She chuckles, glancing back to the elevator.

Exchanging a nod and a smile, they feel grateful for the unexpected encounter and the new connection they’ve made. Hyori can’t help but search for Namjoon in the middle of the confusion that the floor where they had managed to exit. Something deep down lets her know that they will see each other again.

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idkimnotreal · 2 years ago

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any nds ever notice how neurotypicals always seem to give the vaguest instructions (like when they visualize something in their minds)?

often when i take an uber the driver asks for directions (when they’re not from around the area) like “so you wanna go to x address, should i take y road through z street from the left?” (not an actual dialogue i’ve never had an english speaking uber because i live in brazil). and i’m like gimme a minute to mentally visualize that but of course i can’t say that (i don’t look autistic, would raise questions) so i just say “i’m not sure?” and drown myself in cringe for a while

and so today i went to see an eye doctor and at several points he just said “please sit there” and i had to ask specifically which seat because his office was full of seats and eye gear stuff or whatever.

(also after applying a solution to dilate my pupils he asked “are your eyes blurry” and i physically thought about my eyes being blurry from the outside like i pictured the image and i had to ask “my vision?” before giving an affirmative answer. like eyes can’t be blurry unless there's something wrong with them. or am i wrong??? felt so autistic today tbf i’m over my ritalin dosage)

like it’s never specific, they never pause to really materialize what they say in their minds. at least to me it looks like that. i know the autistic/nd brain processes individual pieces of info at a time, and that makes us good at other (many) stuff, but damn do i look dumb sometimes. and i hate it.

#neurodivergent #autism #how the fuck even do neurotypicals just know where to sit #is it a secret code of theirs #'sit there' like bitch where????#is it because they keep eye contact or something #probably all of those #a multi-processor brain of sorts that can keep paying attention to many things at once and ignore others #as opposed to the autistic single-processor ultra brain like a gpu that can only execute one task at a time #but like phenomenally and with little choice sometimes

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wooyoungscollarbones · 29 days ago

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Seventeen Fics

Coups

Jeonghan

Joshua

Jun:

Shut Up by onlymingyus

ꨄ︎ wen junhui x reader (ft. xu minghao) Ꮺ smut, angst, fluff | 35.9k words | mob au ✎ You think you know about the world around you, but one day you find out you don’t know anything. When you start to fall about it’s your boss Wen Junhui who picks up the pieces and keeps you safe.

Hoshi:

Yes, Baby by milfgyuu

ꨄ︎ kwon soonyoung x reader Ꮺ smut, fluff, humor | 3.8k words | roommates, f2l ✎ Getting caught physically fantasizing about your roommate is the worst thing you could possibly imagine but Soonyoung thinks differently.

Interlude No. 8 by sluttywoozi

ꨄ︎ kwon soonyoung x reader Ꮺ smut | 2.5k words | established relationship ✎ You’re ovulating, and Soonyoung’s hand is on your thigh, and if you weren’t in this uber, you’d already be stuffed full of his cock.

Wonwoo:

Interlude No. 5 by sluttywoozi

ꨄ︎ jeon wonwoo x reader Ꮺ smut | 2.3k words | established relationship ✎ You’ve been laying in Wonwoo’s arms for hours, watching him play video games. Or, more accurately, watching his hands as he plays video games.

Closer by hanniehaee

ꨄ︎ jeon wonwoo x reader Ꮺ smut | 12.9k words | college au, best friends to lovers ✎ after making it all the way to your final year of uni still having not experienced a single orgasm, you decided to take matters into your hands. your solution? asking your best friend wonwoo to teach you all he knew.

Give It To Me by onlymingyus

ꨄ︎ jeon wonwoo x reader Ꮺ smut, angst, fluff, toxic | 22k words | hitman au ✎ From the outside looking in your life is perfect. It’s the perfect ones who are the most fucked up and have the most to lose, or so you thought.

Woozi

Mingyu:

Creep by smileysuh

ꨄ︎ kim mingyu x reader Ꮺ smut | 9.1k words | ghost au ✎ “If the roles were reversed - if you were a ghost bound to this apartment forever - you’re saying you wouldn’t watch me get naked every day?” He’s definitely got a point. As your eyes skim Mingyu's perfect form again, that tingle returns between your legs. There’s no reason for him to be as sexy as he is- murders aren’t the only shocking thing this man has under his belt and you can see that now.

Kim Mingyu's (Unhelpful) Guide to Losing Your Virginity by shuaflix

ꨄ︎ kim mingyu x reader Ꮺ smut, fluff, humor | 31k words | college au, f2l ✎ after accidentally telling your friends that kim mingyu took your virginity (he didn’t), you’re shocked when he proposes to relieve you of the fabled v-card for good (he does).

Beautiful Liar by onlymingyus

ꨄ︎ kim mingyu x reader Ꮺ angst, fluff, smut, toxic | 25.6k words | mob au ✎ Kim Mingyu’s life has always been complicated, but you just add another layer. At least he is a beautiful liar.

Minghao

Seungkwan

Vernon

Dino:

Bitchless by milfgyuu

ꨄ︎ lee chan x reader Ꮺ smut, humor | 7.2k words | roommate au ✎ While stuck in quarantine, what starts as just a joke becomes some sort of twisted sexual hunger games between you and your dorky yet admittedly attractive roommate who’s deadset on proving you wrong.

Multi:

Getting Closer by milfgyuu

ꨄ︎ kim mingyu x reader x jeon wonwoo Ꮺ fluff, smut, humor | 7.2k words | roommate au, f2l ✎ As it turns out, you could learn a few things about yourself from your roomies who are far more attuned to your needs than you thought.

Game Over (series) by lovelyhan

ꨄ︎ kim mingyu x reader x jeon wonwoo Ꮺ smut | 57k words | streamer au ✎ being two of the most popular streamers across the board, your subscribers often speculate if your constant bickering with wonwoo has some underlying pretense. little did they know, the two of you have everything on display on a single, unsuspecting twitter account.

Whenever We Breathe by sluttywoozi

ꨄ︎ choi seungcheol x reader x jeon wonwoo Ꮺ smut | 4.1k words | best friends ✎ Weed always makes you a bit looselipped, especially around your two best friends, Wonwoo and Seungcheol.

credit: dividers by @cafekitsune

#recs #seventeen

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ronaladgarry · 1 month ago

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From Plane to Destination: Best Airport Transportation Services in Pittsburgh

Traveling to and from the airport can often be a stressful experience, but it doesn't have to be. In Pittsburgh, a city known for its rich history and vibrant culture, various transportation services cater to travelers' needs, ensuring they arrive at their destinations comfortably and efficiently. Among these services, Lusso Executive Transportation Service LLC stands out as a premier choice for those seeking luxury and reliability. This article will explore the best airport transportation services in Pittsburg focusing on what makes Lusso an exceptional option for travelers.

Understanding Airport Transportation Needs

When arriving at or departing from Pittsburgh International Airport (PIT), travelers have varied needs and expectations. Some may prioritize convenience and speed, while others may look for a luxurious experience. Additionally, business travelers often require efficient transportation that allows them to make the most of their time. Understanding these diverse needs is essential for choosing the right airport transportation service.

Convenience and Accessibility

Accessibility is one of the primary concerns for travelers. Pittsburgh International Airport is located approximately 20 miles from downtown Pittsburgh, making it vital for transportation services to provide convenient options for getting to and from the airport. Services that offer direct routes, quick pick-up and drop-off, and easy booking processes can significantly enhance the travel experience.

Comfort and Reliability

For many travelers, comfort is a top priority. After a long flight, the last thing anyone wants is to deal with cramped quarters or unreliable transportation. Reliable services ensure that passengers arrive at their destinations on time and in style. This is where Lusso Executive Transportation Service excels, offering a luxurious experience that sets it apart from traditional airport transportation options.

The Top Airport Transportation Services in Pittsburgh

Rideshare Services

Rideshare services such as Uber and Lyft have gained popularity in Pittsburgh for their convenience and ease of use. With the ability to hail a ride through a mobile app, travelers can quickly secure transportation after landing. However, while rideshare services are often flexible, they can be unpredictable in terms of vehicle quality and driver experience.

Taxis

Taxis are a familiar mode of transportation for many travelers. They are readily available at the airport and can be hailed on the street or booked over the phone. While taxis offer a straightforward solution, the experience can vary significantly based on the driver and the vehicle. Comfort and reliability are not always guaranteed, which can lead to mixed experiences for passengers.

Luxury Car Services

For those seeking the utmost in comfort and style, luxury car services like Lusso Executive Transportation Service provide an ideal solution. With a focus on delivering exceptional service, Lusso offers a fleet of meticulously maintained luxury vehicles, including the spacious six-seat Tesla Model X. This commitment to quality ensures that passengers can relax and enjoy their journey, making it a standout choice for airport transportation.

The Lusso Experience: Elevating Airport Transportation

Professional Chauffeurs

One of the hallmarks of Lusso Executive Transportation Service is its team of professional chauffeurs. Each driver is professionally trained, background-checked, and dedicated to providing exceptional customer service. This level of professionalism ensures that clients experience a smooth and enjoyable ride from the moment they step into the vehicle.

Stress-Free Airport Transfers

Lusso specializes in providing stress-free airport transfers that allow travelers to focus on their journey rather than logistics. With meet-and-greet services, chauffeurs are on hand to assist clients upon arrival, helping them with luggage and escorting them to their luxury vehicle. This personalized touch adds an extra layer of convenience, especially for those who may feel fatigued after a long flight.

Flight Monitoring

Understanding that flights can be unpredictable, Lusso Executive Transportation Service actively monitors flight schedules to adjust pick-up times accordingly. This ensures that clients are never left waiting and can rely on their chauffeur to be there when they arrive. This commitment to punctuality is particularly beneficial for business travelers who need to maintain a tight schedule.

Tailored Travel Solutions

Another advantage of choosing Lusso for airport transportation is the ability to tailor the travel experience to individual needs. Whether travelers require specific refreshments, reading materials, or entertainment options during their ride, Lusso accommodates requests to ensure a comfortable journey. This level of personalization sets Lusso apart from standard transportation options.

Benefits of Choosing Lusso for Airport Transportation

Comfort and Luxury

Traveling can be exhausting, and having a comfortable vehicle waiting for you at the airport can make all the difference. With Lusso, clients can expect a luxurious ride that allows them to unwind and relax after their journey. The spacious interiors of the Tesla Model X provide ample room for passengers and luggage, ensuring that everyone arrives at their destination feeling refreshed.

Safety and Security

Safety is a top priority for travelers, especially when it comes to airport transportation. Lusso Executive Transportation Service goes above and beyond to ensure the safety and security of its clients. All chauffeurs are vetted and trained to comply with safety regulations, providing peace of mind for passengers. Additionally, the vehicles in the Lusso fleet are regularly maintained and equipped with safety features, ensuring a secure journey.

Environmental Commitment

In today's world, many travelers are concerned about their environmental impact. Lusso is committed to sustainability, operating an all-electric vehicle fleet that minimizes its carbon footprint. By choosing Lusso, clients can enjoy luxury transportation while supporting eco-friendly practices.

The Easy Booking Process

Booking airport transportation with Lusso Executive Transportation Service is a straightforward process designed to simplify the experience for clients. Through their user-friendly Passenger Web App (PWA), travelers can easily arrange their rides without the need for app downloads or updates. The app works online and offline, allowing clients to manage their bookings conveniently.

Instant Quotes and Reservations

With Lusso, clients can obtain instant quotes for their transportation needs, ensuring transparency and no hidden fees. The straightforward reservation process allows travelers to secure their ride in advance, providing peace of mind as they plan their trip.

Conclusion: Arriving in Style with Lusso

In Pittsburgh, airport transportation services play a crucial role in ensuring travelers reach their destinations comfortably and efficiently. While rideshare services and taxis offer convenience, luxury car services like Lusso Executive Transportation Service LLC provide an unparalleled experience that prioritizes comfort, professionalism, and reliability.From the moment clients arrive at Pittsburgh International Airport, Lusso elevates the travel experience with its team of professional chauffeurs, luxurious vehicles, and personalized service. With a commitment to safety and sustainability, Lusso not only meets the needs of travelers but also contributes positively to the community and environment.

#Airport transportation services in Pittsburg #Allegheny Airport transportation services

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