#and have been corrected in turn when I made assumptions

[sevsgiirl]

— i could see you being my addiction.

sevika week 2025: shimmer strap, day 3.

synopsis: giving up shimmer was a personal choice for sevika. she used it but she could very much live without it, which she had to - but using it one last time just for fun wouldn’t hurt.

word count: 2.7k

tags: top!sevika, bottom!reader, strap-ons referred to as cock, lotsss of degrading, overall this is just very filthy.

note: happy day 3 of sevikaaaa week!! the prompt I chose for today is shimmer strap so of course I had to make this as nasty as possible (as if yesterday wasn’t already enough) either way, I hope you guys like this!

withdrawals can be a bitch.

it’s been a while since sevika touched even a vial of shimmer. ever since silco died, she didn’t see a point in using it any longer. as she only fueled her prosthetic with it as a way to enhance her senses to gain leverage in fights - it was something silco suggested, and one she stuck to as a way to appease the older man.

it became a necessity to her at one point. but ever since the under city went in shambles due to silco’s passing and the chembarons took over his place, she realized if she was going to help the people of zaun overcome these tragedies, she needed to be different from the ones who made them suffer. who got them addicted to the drug in the first place.

but years have passed and she was now a councilor in piltover. she couldn’t even remember the last time she took a minuscule of the drug and the more she thought about it, it’s likely for the best. taking it had its advantages but the cons still outweighed the pros.

it wasn’t until late one afternoon during her day off that she got a letter addressed to her from ran - saying they cleared out the remaining supplies of shimmer in zaun.

“hey, what’s that?” she turned around to see you emerge from your shared bedroom while she stood by the entrance of your home.

you wore nothing but a pair of skimpy sleep shorts as well as a thin tank top that barely hid the way your nipples pebbled from beneath the fabric.

she bit the inside of her cheek at the sight before she refocused her attention on the letter, along with the package it came with.

“a letter. ran mailed it and apparently any supplies of shimmer left had finally been wiped out.” she informed as your eyes widened.

“that’s great,” you said as sevika lets out a chuckle “what?”

she shook her head “as long as singed is still alive and walking freely I doubt any remains of that shit had actually been wiped clean. it’ll just be harder to obtain it but trust me, there’s still some out there.”

you sighed “well, it’s better to have that than to have the lanes flooded with it.”

you gestured to the package by the front door “how about that?”

sevika shrugged, eyeing the package warily before she looked at the letter again and saw that ran scribbled something below.

“also, here’s a little something I found from smeech’s inventory that you might be interested in.” she read aloud as you raised an eyebrow.

sevika carefully peeled the tape off from the box and opened it, revealing a metal case inside as her eyebrows furrowed.

she took it out and undid the lock, weirdly nervous about what was inside until it dawned on her what it was…

it was shimmer.

which wouldn’t have been a big deal if it weren’t for the way the shimmer was contained.

“what the fuck is that?” you said in disbelief when your eyes adjusted to the sight of the harness and the long, glowing shaft that was attached to it “is that…” and when you stepped closer, your assumptions were proven correct.

because inside laid not just shimmer, but shimmer that was inside a fucking dildo.

“holy shit,” sevika muttered in awe as she eyed the toy “I didn’t think that rodent asshole would actually make it.”

“why would smeech-wait, hold on.” you paused in your ranting as you gaped at sevika “what do you mean?”

for a second, sevika felt embarrassed under your scrutinizing gaze as she rubbed the back of her neck “well, the thing is I may or may have not… asked smeech and his goons to make this for me. in the past.”

your jaw fell open “why would you ask him for something like that?”

“it was just out of curiosity, okay?” she said defensively “I didn’t think he’d listen and I thought that if he did, is that he would’ve sold it to some rich bastard here at topside for a higher price.”

you were at loss for words for a second before you waved her off dismissively.

“it doesn’t matter,” you said, exasperated “just throw it out. I don’t even know why ran sent it here in the first place.”

there was a brief pause as sevika stayed silent “sev?” you stared her down “you are throwing it out, right?“

she pursed her lips, still clutching the toy in her hand “okay listen-“

“nope. nuh uh.” you didn’t even let her finish before you started walking away.

“oh baby, come on.” she threw her hands up “I don’t like shimmer anymore just as much as you do, but remember when you said you wanted to experiment more-“

“yeah, but not with anything involving that,” you exclaimed “we promised neither one of us are touching even a drop of shimmer anymore, sev.”

“I know, but it’s just… look it’d be a waste to just throw it away. what if we just, I don’t know, have fun with it first before we say goodbye for good?” she suggested, the corners of her lips pulling into a smirk.

“you’re ridiculous,” you rolled your eyes at her as she only laughed.

she stood up and made her way to you, her strong arms wrapping around your waist as your back met her chest. her lips ghosting over the skin of your neck as she gave it a gentle kiss, making your spine tingle.

“it’ll be just for tonight,” she whispered, her voice low and enticing “the only reason I asked that asshole to make it for me was because of you, and let’s be honest with ourselves for a second…”

her hand suddenly cupped your jaw as she tilted it sideways so you’d look at her, and there was a glint of mischief in her steely grey eyes that meant one thing and one thing only.

“… since when have you ever turned down taking my cock, huh?” she mused.

you blushed furiously at her words, scoffing “you’re such an asshole, sev.”

she quirked a brow, challenging you “but am I wrong?”

there was a stretch of silence that hang over the room, and she knew she had already won you over.

“I thought so,” she grinned “come on, baby. I know deep down you’re curious too.”

you were about to protest, really you wanted to, but the more you pondered over the idea, the harder it was to fight against it.

and when you found yourself unable to argue, sevika knew she already won.

𐙚˙⋆.˚

you didn’t expect to spend your saturday night like this.

you’d like to think you put up a fight but by the way your knees were firmly planted on the carpeted floor of your bedroom as sevika stood in front of you, all tall and smug, you knew your efforts were futile.

“this is a crazy idea, you know.” you said, but judging by the way you were biting your lip while sevika fastened the strap-on around her hips while the silicone cock glowed bright and purple, she knew you didn’t actually mean it.

she smirked, hand gripping the base of the shaft as her fingers moved back and forth, causing the toy to buzz slightly as you gawked at it.

“whatever you say, sweetheart,” she smirked as she took the tip of her cock and tapped it lightly against your lower lip, making you gasp “but we both know you don’t mean it. now be a good little slut and strip.”

your cheeks grew hot and you wanted to talk back - to not go through with this just to get on her nerves, but if the dampness in your underwear was anything to go by, you knew you’d only frustrate yourself just as much.

so you reached behind you and unclasped the hook of your bra, letting it fall slowly down your shoulders as it hit the floor.

sevika took a deep breath, her eyes zeroed in on your tits “fuck, look at you.”

you rubbed your thighs together to soothe the throbbing in your cunt, which didn’t go unnoticed by sevika as she chuckled.

“press them together,”

your lips parted as you looked down at your breasts then up at her, almost as if asking for confirmation to which she only raised an eyebrow.

you gulped, cupping both of your tits in your hands as you pushed them up like an invitation, one that sevika was more than happy to take as she grabbed her cock and pushed them in between the tight valley of your tits and began thrusting.

it was downright filthy, especially with the way the littlest bit of shimmer started dripping down your tits, making sevika groan as she set a slow but steady pace.

“look at you. such perfect fucking tits,” she took her bottom lip between her teeth, throwing her head back as you let out a desperate whine.

“sevi…” you moaned when the gentle strokes of her cock became harsher, the back of the harness hitting her clit just right as she chased her own release meanwhile you remained in your position, letting her use you for her pleasure.

“fuckkk, that’s it,” she drawled out, watching the way the shimmer from the tip leaked out and dribbled slowly down to your heaving chest as you looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“sev, please.” you begged as she cooed at you.

“thought you said this wasn’t a good idea?”

you pouted, glaring up at her which she only found amusing “I swear, if you don’t-“

you couldn’t even finish your sentence before she abruptly pulled you by your elbow and forced you back up on your feet, pushing you down onto the bed as your legs dangled from the edge, hiking them up her shoulders as she took both sides of your underwear and started sliding them off.

she couldn’t help the way her cunt throbbed seeing how soaked you were “damn, this wet and we haven’t even started yet,” she said in a cocky tone as you scowled at her.

and she knew her words were getting to you, so before you could even spew out another snarky comment, her mouth was quick to wrap itself around your aching clit.

you cried out as your hands flew to grip her short hair, grinding against her face as sevika hummed while slurping every drop of your slick.

“fuck, you taste so good.” she panted, her cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide, staring up at you as your mouth fell open.

making eye contact while she ate your pussy out like a woman starved.

your thighs shook against each side of her head, using them to trap her in place and you could’ve suffocated her right here and there, but she didn’t care - too blissed out from the taste of you that she was only focused on pushing you to your awaited climax.

“I’m close, I’m so fucking close…” your back arched and it was almost like a dam broke out, your release coating her nose down to her chin as you came relentlessly.

all the while sevika lets out a hum as she kept licking up your fluttering folds.

“so good for me,” she grunted, getting up as she sat her knees on the edge of the bed and wrapped your shaking legs around her waist.

her mech arm gripping your hip tightly while the other parted one leg away so you were left bare open for her hungry eyes to devour.

she licked her lips as she guided the tip of her cock to your clenching hole “ready?”

you didn’t even get a word out before she plunged into you, punching a strangled whine past your lips.

she eased in and out of your needy cunt in a steady rhythm, her strong thighs clapping against the bottom of your ass as she watched in awe the way she drove the purple, glowing shaft into your tight hole.

“you take me so fucking well,” she grunted “creaming all over this cock and making a mess. you just like being a little slut don’t you?” you couldn’t stop the broken cries that left your lips upon hearing her filthy words.

she began picking up the pace - hitting that sweet spot that made your mind go blank as the bed creaked in a violent back and forth due to the way she was slamming into you.

without a shadow of a doubt you knew she loves you, but goddamn does she fuck you like she hates your guts.

the sensations were too intense and you felt another orgasm approaching, but before you even got there did she suddenly pull out of you. making your eyes go wide.

“w-what are you-“ you yelped when she abruptly drew closer so her knees were beside your head, taking the base of her cock as she harshly stroked it.

aligning it with your lips as dribbles of both your cum and shimmer fell from the tip.

“open wide,”

but you had no say in the matter when she wretched your mouth open for you, tasting the combination of your release and the tiniest drop of shimmer as it slid down your tongue and into your throat.

and it was as if your nerves were suddenly on fire.

sevika watched in those next few seconds the way your eyes glowed purple as the effects of the drug already begun working and in that moment, you looked almost animalistic.

she wasn’t even aware of what she had just done because one minute you were underneath her, then the next you flipped the two of you over at an inhumane speed so you were straddling her lap while her back laid flat against the bed.

she watched with a mixture of shock and awe as you sank down onto her cock, moaning like a pornstar as you began a frenzied pace and rode her like you were trying to win a fucking race.

“fuck!” she yelled as you aggressively bounced on her cock, taking both wrists of her flesh and mech hand as you pinned them down onto the bed - chasing your own release with no regards to her own while the headboard slammed in violent thuds against the wall. no doubt alerting your neighbors of what you were doing.

the back of the strap was hitting her clit just right as you set a punishing pace for both you and her as you let the shimmer consume all of your senses “cock so fucking good, sev. I love your cock so much, baby. fuck! fuck! fuck!” your eyes were squeezed shut and your tits bounced in her face as your hips maintained its desperate grinding and bouncing.

it was dirty, lewd and downright disgusting the way your slick poured down onto her thighs, your pace not once faltering that when the sounds of wood cracking filled the air and one foot of the bed suddenly crashed down, sevika wasn’t surprised.

and neither were you as you remained in your own little blissed out state.

riding her aggressively until you could almost taste your release at the tips of your tongue, and sevika wasn’t too far behind as she began panting heavily.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cu-“ and just like that, an ear piercing cry came out of you as you poured into her - hands on her broad shoulders as you held on for dear life. meanwhile sevika watched you fall apart, her eyes glazed over and filled with so much adoration as she came right after.

“holy shit…” you were breathing heavily as you came down from your high “what the fuck just happened?”

she took a while to answer, still gathering her bearings as she smiled lazily.

“the best sex of my life I think,” she said, her tone slurred “you sure you wanna throw the strap away?”

you shook your head, but based on the way your lips quirked up she could tell you were thinking the same thing “round two then?”

“fuck off,”

[cherrychilli]

18+ Eddie Munson x f! reader, neighbor! reader, friends to lovers, use of sex toy, chastity belt, mentions of virginity, sexual scenarios, implied PIV, implied loss of virginity WC:2.5K

Summary: What happens when you head over next door to seek your neighbor's help with a very intimate and unusual problem? a whole lot of repressed feelings are finally shared. And there's sex stuff too, duh.

Extended ending

It's the kind of decision that you didn't arrive at easily. Quite frankly, you feel you'd much rather down a cup of iron nails and let them shred your body from the inside on the way down, but that wouldn't fix your problem.

No, you were utterly fucked and you desperately needed help.

So, with one shaky step after the other, you approach your neighbor's trailer, stepping up to the door and realizing this is the closest you've been to it in a long time.

The temperature's perfectly balmy outside. Most folks have their laundry hung out, gently flapping in the wind but everything inside you is frigid cold. It takes you a couple of minutes to thaw your frozen limbs on his doorstep, raising your hand and rolling your fingers into a loose fist before tapping your knuckles against the door thrice.

Seconds pass and before you can attempt to knock again you hear some kind of commotion deeper inside the trailer, a bunch of dull thuds sounding out before you pick up on the sound of footsteps approaching.

You take a quick step back, pulling your ear away from the door and you weave your fingers together, holding them tightly down the front of your skirt.

No going back now.

When Eddie Munson pulls open the door in his sweats and a wrinkled band tee he's obviously pulled on in a hurry, everything starts to feel way too real for your liking.

You figure he must have been lounging in his underwear again. You know this because his curtains don't close all the way, leading to you catching glimpses of his bare chest and stomach from your own bedroom. Not that you ever meant to look. No, not at all.

"Uh hi, Eddie", you manage to string a few words together, your tongue feeling like you've barely got any control over it at all with the way it feels so limp and cotton dry in your mouth.

He doesn't answer, looking at you curiously and you worry if it's because he doesn't recall you despite the both of you having grown up in the trailer park and attending the same school. You ran in different circles sure, but you always made sure to say hi and wave politely at your neighbor whenever you saw him, even after you began to see less of him when you made it into College and he is yet to be awarded the high school diploma that keeps evading him.

"Oh I'm-"

"I know", he cuts you off. Abrupt but not rude.

"Right, so I came by because...well, I need your help."

He squints his eyes at you this time, almost like he's trying to solve a puzzle in his head.

"Didn't take you for the reefer type", his lips slant into a half smile, the dimple on his right cheek drawing your attention.

"What? Oh no, that's not why I came over" you quickly correct him though you can't blame him for thinking so. Everyone knows the grass is greenest at the Munson trailer, so to speak, and with the two of you not exactly being the closest of friends, you can't fault him for making the assumption.

"So, how can I help you then?"

"Actually it's kind of a delicate topic. Can I come in? I promise I can explain."

Come in?

And for reasons other than to score some drugs?

Eddie would never admit it out loud but no other girl has ever asked this of him before and he hopes it doesn't show because he's absolutely stumped, not really knowing how to react.

It's when he can't help but crumble under the weight of your doe eyes that he pulls the door open enough for you to squeeze by him with the sweetest smile on your lips. Turning you away, not that he'd want to, but the thought of turning you away felt much too akin to kicking a baby bunny.

You see the couch and you step over to it, your eyes wandering all over the trailer on your way. It's a little chaotic sure but you spy some order here and there, intrigued by the row of hats and mugs displayed neatly on the wall, wondering how long it must have taken them to amass the whole collection.

"So, you were saying that you need my help?"

You turn around, nearly colliding with the little Garfield mug he holds out to you. "Oh, thank you", you take it, looking inside to see a fizzy circle of grape soda inside bubbling back at you.

"Seen you having it at school a few times", he let's you know before you have a chance to ask him how he knew about your favorite drink.

Guess you weren't the only one occasionally sneaking a peek from a distance.

"Wow, that's so thoughtful", you smile at him again, noticing the way his cheeks pink up when he averts his eyes with a grunt to clear his throat.

"Yeah, don't worry about it."

You have a few sips as you sit down on the couch, sinking into the cushion. Now that you're inside, that sickening feeling slithers inside your body again and you start to go cold like before, placing the mug down on the table carefully, looking Eddie in the eye while he stands opposite you.

You gulp hard. "The reason I came over is because I did something...I did something really stupid and I need someone to help me who'll also be discreet about it. Please, Eddie. You have to promise me you won't tell."

Seeing you practically begging, seeing the way you look up at him like he's the only one who can help, like he's the only one you want to help you hits him right in the chest. And a little below the waistband of his sweats too but he files that thought away for later.

As much as he wants to say yes he needs to know more.

"Listen if you're in some kind of trouble or if you're-"

"No no it's nothing like that!"

"Okay, but I need to know what it is that I'm saying yes to."

That's reasonable. Entirely reasonable but your face falls into your open palms. You wish you could scream into them than have to bear the embarrassment you're about to cause yourself.

"Okay okay", you spring up onto your feet before you lose your nerve, standing right in front of him with your forehead nearly brushing his chin. "I need your help getting this off."

Quickly, you pull up your skirt to let him see what's underneath, his wide, terrified eyes flicking to and away from between your legs, not sure if he should actually be looking there despite you voluntarily baring yourself to him.

It's not everyday that a pretty girl comes by to flash him in the comfort of his own home.

When Eddie does manage to settle down somewhat he looks closer, taking in the thick black leather straps wrapped around you, studded with silver accents and your white cotton panties underneath which show through a cut out in the shape of a heart right above your mound.

"Please. I lost the key and I can't get the damn thing off. I've seen you working on your van with your tools. There must be something in there that you can use, right?"

Eddie's head is spinning, unable to stop focusing on your crotch and what he recognizes as a chastity belt from one of those BDSM magazines hidden under his bed wrapped around you.

"Why did you-"

You sigh. "I was checking to see if it fit because I wanted to wear it for someone I was dating", you admit with some disdain.

Eddie knows exactly who, sharing in your disdain.

"Danny Vaugh", Eddie says with a clear note of contempt, his tongue turning sour at the mention of his name. Skeezy little fucker who liked to test his luck by getting behind the wheel after a couple of beers and making out with a different girl at every party whether he had a girlfriend of his own waiting for him or not.

Eddie doesn't know what you ever saw in him, if at all.

"Right", you sigh, the regret clouding your whole face and with it, whatever feelings of embarrassment or shame are forced out, no longer afraid to just tell Eddie the truth.

"Yeah, well he dumped me. I wasn't ready to have sex and he was sick of dating a virgin." Watching the hurt register on your face made Eddie want nothing more than to introduce Danny to his ring clad fist. Repeatedly.

"So I saw this thing online and I don't know... a part of me thought he'd be into it? give him the key and let him finally have me or whatever. But a little while ago I heard that he's already moved on. With some girl in the same class as me too...that's so like him. And I've been locked in this fucking thing for the last three and a half hours. Please, I really need it off."

"That's... wow", he blinks, stunned. Not usually one to be at a loss for words but this was wild even for him.

"Yeah, so can you help me or not?"

--

You never would have thought you'd be in this position. Your skirt off while you sit down on the edge of Eddie Munson's bed, your legs spread for him as he kneels between them, trying his best to figure out which angle to tackle this problem from.

He's got a tool box to his left, all manner and sorts stored inside. Some of them you recognize and most of them you don't.

"Alright, so I think the best way would be to get this padlock off", he taps the heart shaped cut out and you feel it right on your mound. It's worse for him because this close it's hard for Eddie to remain professional when he can see your pussy clenching underneath the thin cotton barrier of your panties.

"So, what are you gonna use?" you ask him, throat scratchy and nervous when you eye a hammer and the sharp teeth of a saw laying among the tools.

"Don't worry. Got just the thing."

His hand dips into the tool box, sorting through it for nearly a minute.

"Got it", he smiles, pulling out something you hadn't anticipated.

"A safety pin?", you ask, confused.

Eddie chuckles at your reaction, his hands already on the padlock on your hip.

"Gonna pick it. Don't worry, I've done this a thousand times", he assures you. He bends the pin out of it's usual shape, twisting and pulling until he seems satisfied with the end result. Carefully, he inserts the sharp end of the pin inside the keyhole on the lock, fiddling with it this way and that.

"Pretty cool you know how to do this stuff", you tell him sincerely, relieved he didn't opt to cut or hammer you out of the belt.

The praise goes straight to his blushing cheeks. He's so used to people passing judgement on him for knowing these kinds of things, thinking of him as some kind of irredeemable good for nothing with the skillset of a petty thief. Just like his father.

You don't think that of him though. He knows it by the way you treat him but with how nice you're being it's almost hard for Eddie to keep focus.

This whole situation reminds him of the kinds of things that only happened in the pages of his graphic novels. Blood drenched Knights slaying vicious dragons to save beautiful princesses who've been locked away. Princesses who liked to show their appreciation in a certain kind of way. Princesses who've never lain with anyone before, though that was about to change now that they've found someone honorable and worthy, eagerly offering themselves to their knights.

And here's one just perched on his bed, looking so captivated by the way he's trying to save you. Not that you were offering yourself to him, he reminded himself bleakly.

But the fantasy still lingered in his mind because that's all he ever had.

A little more of turning the pin this way and that and there's a click that gets the lock to pop open at last, earning a deep sigh of relief out of you.

Setting the pin aside, Eddie helps to take the chastity belt off of you, pulling the leather down and off over your feet, taking in the marks left behind on your skin in the shape of the dark leather.

He goes to return your skirt too but you take it from him and place it aside, in no hurry to dress yourself.

"I've spent an hour with you and you've already treated me better than Danny ever did."

A 'told you so' sits on the tip of his tongue but he doesn't let it go past his teeth. So he doesn't quite know what to say to that instead, blinking back at you with a little smile.

"You know, I regret not getting to know you better", you tell him and he can hear the sadness gripping your throat like phantom fingers bearing down on your windpipe.

"You didn't miss anything", he chuckles just to be nice. Anything to keep you from looking sad again.

You shake your head. "I mean it. If I knew you better I would have never bothered with people like Danny...'only let him take me out because I was lonely. Thought I couldn't do better than him and I settled", you admit it out loud for the very first time.

It feels wonderfully cathartic to let these thoughts spill out like you're purging all the poison that filled your belly. Every little lie you swallowed down, all the times you tried to convince yourself that you were happy with Danny now being forced out of your system, no longer clogging your mind and veins.

The admission makes Eddie gawk at you in pure disbelief. "I'm sorry, you thought you weren't good enough? please tell me you're joking."

It's your turn to chuckle this time.

"I don't know, I just never hit it off with any one before."

'Until now', you wanted to add as you bite your lip.

"Yeah well it's their loss", he mutters, closing up his tool box and shoving it aside.

"Hey, Eddie?"

He looks up at you again. "Yeah?"

Slowly, you spread your legs wider, drawing him closer until your knees frame his shoulders.

"You missed one", you lower your hand down to your underwear, pinching the waistband between your fingers and letting it snap back in place against your skin.

He nearly keels over when he notices the soft cushion of your bush peaking through.

"You want me to take it off?", he croaks like a helpless toad, fingers all twitchy with excitement.

"Could you?", you tip your head to the side and ask sweetly, a picture of innocence though you both know that's not entirely the case.

"Yeah, I can do that."

You lift your lower body off the bed to help him, watching carefully as he drags your panties down your thighs, over the curve of your calves and off your feet so he can pocket them for later.

"Fucking Christ you're beautiful", he lets out in awe.

"Bet you say that to all the girls", you giggle back.

"Nope. Not like this."

He's quite serious. You can feel it in the way he looks at you. Unlike the devil worshipper that they all claim he is, he kneels between your feet like he might at an altar.

Praying to you. Praying for you.

"Go on. Touch me", you grant him permission.

Eddie gladly but carefully pulls your pussy folds apart, one thumb pressing against your quivering hole which he watches clenching open and closed open and closed. It's so small, the opening. How was he going to fit anything inside you let alone his cock? He supposed he'd have to take his time and work you open, the thought making his skin buzz excitedly like static.

And his other thumb gently pulls up the hood to reveal your clit, this glossy little bead that makes his mouth water at the thought of sucking on it till he makes you gush all over his tongue. He can't help but get the impression that the poor thing's been neglected until now. That clown Danny definitely hadn't found it. And he never would have, not even with both hands and a map.

"Want you to show me how good it feels", you tell him, working your right foot between his legs to gently rub it along the ridge of his clothed erection.

An hour ago you were neighbors reacquainting with each other. Now, he's helped you through one of your worst moments, and you stayed, not only wanting to reward him for it but also because despite how spontaneous this all was, you finally feel ready.

Eddie notices the shift in you too, a sly smile pulling at his lips but his eyes remain gentle, "Oh, I'll show you so much more than that, I promise."

Extended ending

[l0v3-qu4rtz]

Wild West

Pairing: Cowgirl!Reader x Spencer Reid

Summary: Save a horse, ride a Federal Agent !

Disclaimers: VERY BAD COUNTRY ACCENT, silly horse riding, horse facts, super brief talk of a murder case. SMUT SMUT 18+ MDNI Dry humping, riding, piv sex, overstimulation, creampie, pet names, afterrcaree <3

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD ! i channeled all my angst and emo into this fic and i think the sex part is pretty good, does that make any sense ? Nope ! But did it work ? Yup !!! Anyway, COWBOY SPENCER !!!!!!

Spencer Reid never considered himself the spontaneous type, especially when it came to his free time. Preferring chess games in the parks against college students, reading in his apartment or spending his government money in libraries. He never fancied being an outdoorsy person, especially out in the sun, all that sweaty skin making his skin crawl. However that changed when a very beautiful and cute cowgirl made him an offer.

"No, I haven't seen anything down here. My cameras only catchin' some raccoons or deer, nothin' like murderers" You shrug as you lean against the fences lining the ranch, the agents nodding at your response and turning to walk away. "Hey.." you call out, specifically to the tall curly haired agent. "If you ever have any free time, feel free to stop by. My girls are nice, I promise" With a wink and soft giggles, the agents leave with one flustered and one with a shit eating grin on his face.

Stepping out of his car, the scent of horses strong in the air, it's slightly stinky but nothing horrible that you wouldn't expect. The dirt is dry and the air matches the feel, the wind blowing said dirt up. He squints from the sunlight hitting his face and he begins making his way onto the property. He stepped up on the wooden rickety porch and opened your very creaky screen door, the porch creaking in response under his weight. He doubts your home, seeming as its mid-day and you live on an equestrian farm. He figures you're most likely tending to them.

Still he knocked and waited. And when we didn't get an answer, he rightfully assumes his previous assumption was correct. He rounds your house to the back where he sees the back of your figure, tending to a beige horse. Your hands moved with such care and love and the wind blew your hair softly against your back. He hasn't even seen your face and he can already feel his chest tighten with excitement. You turn just at the right time to catch him walking about a foot away from your fence.

"Well look who it is, Doctor Reid" you tease as you walk closer to where he was standing on the other side of the fence.

"Wow, I'm surprised you remember my name" he's more flattered than surprised, placing his hands in his pocket.

"Well it aint often I got feds pokin and prodin around for serial killers" You tease, posting up with your hands on your hips as you both just stare at each other. Something sparking that wasn't expressed yet understood so well. You look away after a second or so "So, how about I show you around ?" He nods and enters the fence.

Hes a little wary about the horses and to combat that anxiety, he begins doing what he does best. "Did you know that horses have actually helped find several different diseases and cures, like HIV, HPV and even tumor viruses ?" He begins spewing facts about horses and ranches as he follows through the stables and around your farm.

"well aint that so ?" You reply and lean against the stable of a grulla horse, the horse poking it's head above the door and eyeing Spencer curiously. "This here is my darling angel, Rosie. She's the second horse I got when I was an older teen and she's been with me since" You introduce the horse to Spencer and pet her.

Rosie leans her head closer to Spencer, sniffing as he awkwardly greets the horse leaning back anxiously. Seeing the reaction from him, he huffs in Spencer's face and makes his hair slightly messy. You laugh at the mischievous behavior from Rosie. "I promise she's a sweetheart" you reassure him as he fixes his hair and wipes his face off.

After getting Spencer to change his converse for boots, you let him walk horses around with you before getting enough confidence and feel to actually ride them with you. Spencer tenses as the horse roams around, holding onto the horn of the saddle like it was a lifeline. You giggle as you ride next to him, telling him to relax and that Rosie won't hurt him "unless you want her to"

"I don't want her to !" Spencer responds, his tone much higher and scared than he meant it to be. You laugh at his response, turning your tobiano you were on to one side of the ranch and calling Rosie to come towards you. Hearing your call, Rosie comes prancing to you which causes Spencer to yelp and squeeze with his thighs as hard as he could out of fear of falling off. You can't help but laugh at his response, leaning forward as Spencer scolds you for laughing at him. "81% of horseback riders get injured sometimes during their life ! I have a right to be terrified !"

You roll your eyes at his geeky, anxious behavior and check the time on your watch, it's been 2 hours since you two started on the horses. "It's been 2 hours, you wanna call it ?" You ask and he responds with much glee at the suggestion. Getting off of the horse, you make quick work to get to Spencer's side to help him off the horse. It would suck if a federal agent fell off your horse and got trampled by your horse.

Back at the stables, after a nice talk and walk back, you get the horses settled into their stables. You both walk out the stable, laughing and getting to know each other slightly better. "You should've seen your face riding the horse !" You poked fun at him teasingly and he chuckled slightly embarrassed. "How was that case of yours you were with ?" You stop at the entrance when you ask him the question, crossing your arms and looking up at him.

"It went about the same as the rest of our cases, sadistic serial killer, a lot of childhood trauma that fueled a lot of his killing. Luckily we got him before he got to his 6th victim" He informs with the same glee and enthusiasm that he had with the horse facts.

You nod, pursing your lips "it's good we have handsome fellas like you protecting these lands" You smirk and raise a single brow at him. His face slightly flushes and he chuckles, stepping closer to you with his hands still in his pockets.

"You think I'm handsome ?" He asks with a low tone and you place your hands on his chest then slide them up to his shoulders. Once he feels your hands on him, he takes that as a cue to place his hands on your waist.

"I wouldn't have let just any agent on my property" you smile and he leans in, pressing his lips on yours. You reciprocate with the same slow romance before it quickly becomes rough and passionate. You both grasp and pull at each other, groaning and moaning into the kiss before you pull away and push him away softly. "Might wanna go to a spot with less eyes watching us" you tease and upon realizing what you mean, he agrees.

Not even three feet into the back door and you two are back to passion. With him, quickly undoing his buttons and you mirror his actions. You both toss the shirts in the dinning room and quickly make your way to the living room. You make quick on undoing your buckle and unzipping your pants after you push Spencer down onto your worn-in couch. Stepping out of your boots and jeans, you would've worn a matching bra and panties if you knew you would have such a wild guest but Spencer sure as hell isn't complaining. You climb onto his lap and flip your hair away from your face before going down to kiss him again.

Spencer's hands begin to develop a mind of their own as they wander the back of your body. Trailing down your back and gripping your ass, causing you to gasp into the kiss. The kiss quickly gets sloppy as you begin rocking your lips. You both pull away to release some blocked moans and groans, Spencer gripping your thighs as you dry hump him. "That's it baby" he softly praises you. You throw your head back as your hips gain speed and before you can start going even faster, his hands stop you.

You whine and lean against him, your hands trailing down his upper arms. "i need you, I wanna ride you" you softly beg practically in his ear.

"you like riding huh ?" He teases as you lean back to let him slide his jeans off just enough to reveal his boxers, and then his cock. You feel your cunt water just at the sight of it, already imagining how it's gonna feel deep inside you. You undo the clips of your bra and toss it just as you did with your shirt earlier. Spencer moans at the sight and his cock pulses against his tummy. He slides his hands from your waist up the front of your stomach to your boobs, letting his hands feel them. You mewl at the feeling, grabbing at his wrist as he massages your boobs.

"I wanna see your face as you ride me, baby" he speaks in a low tone. You bite your lip in response and sit up to move your panties to the side. Grabbing his cock, you begin to stroke it causing him to groan and throw his head back against the couch. You line him up with your entrance and connecting your lips with his, you start sitting down. As soon as you feel the stretch, you pull away and gasp out small moans. Balancing yourself with your hands on his shoulder, you slowly sink down til hes all the way inside you. You both haven't started and are already a moaning mess.

"oh my.." you gasp out, sitting still before sitting up and sinking back down. You gasp out sharp breaths and tiny moans as you start off slow. Spencer's hands grip your hips as you move up and down, matching your moans with each movement. Praises and expletives spilling out as you gain speed and as you ride him faster, the louder you both become. Thank god you don't have neighbors for hours because they won't be extremely uncomfortable and probably upset.

"Hon- ah..Honey, I'm so close- ah.." you manage between moans as you feel a heat pooling in your stomach. Spencer cups the peak of your ass as your rhythm becomes faster and almost animalistic in pursuit of your climax.

"Yea baby ? Go ahead, cum for me" He encourages and that's what pushes you to finish. You sink down, your legs shaking and your entire body heating up as you feel the wave hit you. The sweet, euphoric wave that makes your back arch and you cry out. Spencer grips your ass as you finish and squeeze around him. "Just a little more, okay ?" He softly asked before he began thrusting up into you, making you moan even louder. The overstimulation makes your mind spin and you swore you saw the pearly gates.

"Yes, Spencer ! Oh my god !" You cry out and he slams up into you, filling you. His hips shutters against you before you both collapse. You lay against him, breathing heavy as the heat wears off and your skin finally reacts to the cool ac in the room. He wraps his arms around you, checking your face. "Are you okay ?" He asks softly, through labored breathing.

"yea.." you breathe out, nodding before snuggling closer. He keeps his arms wrapped around you for only a moment before lifting your body to take himself out of you. Mixed cum dripping out of you, making you whimper as you feel it drip down onto his jeans and couch.

"i got you, it's okay" he softly comforts you before laying you down next to him, he tucks himself in his jeans and stands up. "Let me clean you up" he pecks your lips before hurrying off to your kitchen. Yup, this isn't gonna be the only time this hot ass fed rides your horses and there's definitely gonna be even more riding later on.

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Pucking Rookie VI

Read Pucking Rookie here | ~8.5k words

From me: last part for now 💕 thank you for all the support on this 😍

Warnings: violence Kael, some injuries, anger, some fluff and reassurance.

Summary: She is trying her hardest to keep Harry out; but would it be that bad to let him in?

Has Harry mentioned how much he hates Kael Crowe?

Harry had his hands in his pockets while they skated alongside each other. With gloves on her hands, she held them out slightly at her sides for balance. From someone looking at her, she probably still looked like a toddler when she skated. But she didn’t need Harry to skate backward in front of her anymore, which was a win in her book.

The chill in the air made her nose red and she looked so cute. She was all bundled, nice and warm. Harry wanted to find mistletoe even though it was well past Christmas. Granted, he would have done just about anything to kiss her. She bit her lip when she concentrated, especially while skating. The same expression when she focused on the eye piece of her camera making sure the picture would turn out perfectly. Harry swore his smile was going to split his face in half just looking at her.

Unlike her, Harry looked so at ease. She loved seeing him on his used skates, the ones that he clearly had for years and weren’t for the show of his games and because of his sponsors. He looked so tranquil and happy. The ice was his happy place. It almost seemed more natural for him to be on skates than it did on solid ground.

Also unlike Harry, she was not smiling. Especially not smiling like the joy was going to burst out of him like a princess singing a song.

“Y’look more comfortable on y’skates.”

“Mm,” she shrugged. “It’s getting easier.”

Harry noted that she had seemed a bit more introverted the last couple of days—a little more withdrawn. Something was clearly bothering her, and he couldn’t quite place it himself. Callie flirting with her didn’t even faze her (although it certainly fazed Harry). When she directed the guys to pose, her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She didn’t joke about Asher’s good side (or lack thereof, in Harry’s opinion—especially when Asher insisted that she tell him he had a good side). At The Locker Room she didn’t laugh as much, and she didn’t invite Harry inside when he made sure she got home safely. “Rookie, is something wrong?”

“No.”

But she answered way too quickly. Immediately, Harry did an about face, turned to skate in front of her, gliding backwards so effortlessly. One eyebrow quirked up in question. “Talk t’me, Rookie,” he encouraged.

She took a deep breath. “We’re going to play The Wolves,” she reminded him. Harry had seen the schedule; he knew the game was coming up.

What did that have to do with anything? “Yeah,” he nodded. “So?”

She stopped skating, executing her little stop perfectly. Harry was so proud of her abilities and how much better she had gotten with practice over the last couple of months. Still, she looked upset. She rolled her lips into her mouth as she worked through whatever was going through her brain. “I don’t want you to get into it with Kael.”

Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Is that what you’re worried ‘bout? Why you’ve been so quiet the last few days?” She shrugged and looked away from his face. “Rookie, do y’think distancing yourself from me for a couple of shitty days is going t’make me less likely t’fight that sorry excuse for a man?” She glanced at him briefly, her cheeks turning pink under his assumption. His very correct assumption. “Bunny,” he frowned.

She sighed heavily. “It’s just... you’ll get in trouble, and I don’t want that, and I don’t want you to get hurt. I can barely handle it when you get checked into the boards. I’m always worried you have a concussion,” she grumbled.

Harry felt a tug in his chest over her sweet words. “You like me, Rookie," he wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

She glared at him. “Shut up, I do not.”

“You care about me.”

“I care about you the same way I care about Niall or..." he was praying she wouldn't say it. But she was feisty--one of Harry's favoirte things about her; so of course she was going to say it. "...Kian.”

He scoffed and narrowed his eyes at her. The flirtatious smile left his mouth. “S’not the same way y’care ‘bout Callie, Rookie. Not even a little.”

“You’re so ridiculous about Kian, Harry.”

“Stop calling him that. And quit distracting me,” he grumbled. Taking a deep breath he shook his head of thoughts regarding his least favorite teammate (which was a real shame because other than Niall, Harry loved Callie). Sighing, he smirked again as he watched her avoid his eyes. “You like me, Bunny.”

Her cheeks turned pink. “Of course I like you Harry,” she rolled her eyes as she mumbled the sentiment.

“Yeah, but you like-like me.”

“Are you six?”

He ignored her fake insult and leaned in to peck her cheek. “I like-like you too,” he whispered in her ear.

She shoved him gently, but her cheeks remained flushed with color. “You’re insane.”

He took her hand and tugged her toward him to continue skating. “I don’t care ‘bout Crowe,” he said quietly. “I don’t want y’worrying ‘bout me over him. The last time we saw him... hopefully that got the message across,” he squeezed her hand. It was nice to pull her along now that she could skate better. He liked holding her hand. Touching her in general was one of his favorite past times. “M’worried ‘bout you seeing him again.”

“Well, I’m going to wear my number eleven jersey,” she smiled brightly at the thought. Harry thought he had won MVP, the championship game, all rolled into one. “So maybe you’re right. Maybe he’ll get the message.”

The face-splitting grin was back. “Yeah?” He spun again so he was in front of her, this time he pulled her flush against him. It would be so easy to lean in and kiss her. “Didn’t think y’would be one t’make someone intentionally jealous.”

She shrugged. “If you don’t want to be part of my plan, I could always wear Niall’s jersey, or Lang’s, or even Cal—”

“Do not finish that thought, Rookie,” he growled and pressed her face into his body where she laughed silently against him, shaking as she giggled. “You’re mine.”

*

The arena where The Glacier Wolves played truly felt like enemy territory. There was something palpable in the air; you could practically taste the venom coming from both teams. The last time they played, the whole team was pissed at Kael. She tried to keep her distance, but she felt the stares of the guys coming from every angle. Harry’s name and number were all over her body. She kept to herself staying by the media and press at the other end of the rink so that she wouldn’t distract the team.

“Is she good?” Charlie asked Harry.

Harry glanced toward the other end, finding her immediately in black and silver. “Think so,” he shrugged hoping it wouldn't be too obvious he was in love with his coach's niece.

“Styles,” Charlie’s voice was deeper somehow, filled with intensity. Harry looked at his coach. Instantly he swallowed nervously, seeing the seriousness on his face that clearly had nothing to do with hockey.

“Coach?”

“You’re going to take care of her?”

“With my life, sir,” Harry vowed.

Charlie ran a hand over his face and then through his hair as he pushed it back. Harry could see the anxiety all over his face. “You hurt one hair on her head, I’ll bench you for the rest of your career.”

Harry smirked and nodded. That wouldn't be a problem. Harry would welcome it. Plus, he appreciated the approval. “That seems fair t’me.”

“If you hit Crowe a little too hard today, I’ll look the other way. Or chip in on the fine.”

Harry smiled brightly. “You got it, Coach.”

*

Kael found Harry on the ice almost as soon as the game started. Both started essentially in the same position as the puck was dropped between Asher and Kael’s teammate. It was the matchup of the league. Every news outlet was talking about it leading up to the game. Two of the biggest names in hockey. Old rivals playing against one another just like old times. The shit-talking that ensued made him crazy but he tried to keep his cool for her.

Each time he was checked into the boards, he remembered her sweet face saying she worried about him. Harry didn’t want a single penalty (well, that wasn’t true. He wanted to knock every single one of Crowe’s teeth out). Instead, he caught a glimpse of her at the glass the camera lens pressed through the cutout for the media. His jersey with his name and number all over her.

He wasn’t going to fight Crowe.

Fortunately, Harry’s team was having a hell of a time doing it on his behalf. Collectively there had been almost one full period worth of penalties. Callie cheered from the penalty box when Asher laid Crowe into the boards. Their level-headed captain even got sent to the box for two minutes with a smile on his face. Niall didn’t let a single one of Crowe’s shots get past him. And maybe Niall tripped him up when he got too close to the net.

As such, the Chargers played short-handed almost the entire second period, yet they were still winning at the second intermission.

It didn’t stop Crowe from his onslaught of shit-talking despite being down. He told Harry how terrible he was, how shitty his stick handling was, and that he kept missing obvious shots. All his comments seemed to be a projection of how terrible he was playing and perhaps it was because the pretty photographer wearing Harry’s jersey added it to the mind games in Kael's head.

Maybe Harry would have to rethink the whole jealousy ploy she had going on. It was a nice touch (especially when he wasn’t subject to the feeling).

Harry smirked as he stood across from Crowe while they dropped the puck. Almost immediately Crowe slashed at him. Earning zero penalties and no looks from the ref. Harry growled but remained calm. He was only keeping calm for her and only her. Otherwise, he would have added himself to the penalty box. It would mean more to Crowe than it did to Harry if he lashed out about the pretty photographer.

There was only a minute left in the game and Crowe’s team was down by two, so it was sure as hell a win in the Chargers book. But Harry wasn’t celebrating until the piece of shit was off the ice.

With no one in the Wolves’ net, Harry stole the puck away from Kael and slapped it directly into the back of the net. He grinned brightly as his team cheered and tackled him, pressing him into the glass right near the pretty girl who had the camera pressed to her face. He winked at her amidst the madness and Harry couldn’t help but notice how big her smile—not even the camera obstructed how joyful she looked.

As the buzzer signaled the end of the game, Harry and his team skated for their bench. They were happy to win, but they were all thrilled to get off the enemy’s ice.

“Enjoy my sloppy seconds Styles.”

Harry could take the comments about his effort, his ability, his looks, anything.

But he would not, under any circumstance, take criticism about the lovely girl at the other end of the ice.

Harry skated right in front of Crowe standing almost the same height as him, marveling happily at how he was a couple inches taller than his opponent. “What the fuck did you say, Crowe?”

“Harry!” Niall shouted skating back onto the ice almost instantly. Camera flashes from every angle ensued.

“Styles!” Ray shouted from nearby.

“It’s not just talent and ability you want from me, you have to take my girl?”

“She’s not yours, you piece of shit,” Harry was gripping his stick tight, talking through gritted teeth.

“Harry!” She screamed—her voice was far away but Harry could pick it out of a sea of people.

“You couldn’t find your own girl, had to take mine. Don’t worry, I stretched her out for you. She’s a good lay—” Harry dropped his stick and gloves with a quiet thunk on the ice. By then his teammates made it to him, Callie and Asher lunged for him holding him back.

“Crowe, walk the fuck away!” Asher snapped. Harry pushed against him as he got in the fray; he could only imagine what the announcers were saying as they watched two of the top players in the league get dangerously close to fighting after the game had ended.

“Charlie!” She shouted, her voice was closer but not close enough.

“Harry don’t do it,” Callie begged. “Walk away," he tried to plead calmly. "Go get her and you can take her—”

“That’s right listen to every one of your teammates and that naggy bitc—”

Right as he clenched his hands into fists, he felt her soft, delicate fingers wrapping around his hands. She was on the ice. Unsteady and standing in front of him in just her boots. “Hey, look at me,” she begged her eyes a bit wild.

“Bunny—” He started his teeth clenched together. "Get out--"

“Cute, well you got one thing right, Styles. She’s a dumb little puck bunny.”

She shoved Harry as much as she could while he tried to get away from her gentle touch. “Sweetheart,” Asher warned.

Crowe laughed. “You sleeping with the whole team, baby? One whole team to replace me?”

She spun on her heel, nearly sliding to the ground, but Harry caught her by the elbow because he was certain his first priority would always be to take care of her no matter what. “Your problem is with me, Kael,” she snapped. “So, if you’re going to pick fights, pick it with the person you have an actual problem with, you coward.”

“I’m not the one calling you a puck bunny, baby. They are. You must like it if they all call you one,” he teased with a shrug. He knew she didn’t. She said it all the time while they dated. “That’s what you get for riding dick like it’s your job, Bunny,” his tone was antagonizing. Who was he trying to get a rise out of? Was it Harry? It couldn’t have been. Harry was already pissed. Was it her? Maybe. She already hated him.

“Get off the fucking ice!” Charlie shouted.

No one moved. Except Harry who was dying to get his hands on Kael.

Kael took his helmet off and looked at her. “You’re nothing but a groupie, baby. When Harry’s done with you, you’ll come crawling back. You have nothing.”

She was shaking, perhaps as badly as the rest of the team was. She wanted to smack him across his stupid fucking face, but she was trying to remain composed with so many cameras on her. This was already going to be a PR nightmare, and it was all her fault. Although she was sure none of the guys would care, it bothered her. Just another reason to add to how she fucked with the team’s energy and made everything different since her arrival.

“Kael, just stop. Leave me alone,” she hissed.

“Or what, baby?” He taunted. “Your group of fuck buddies will go after me?”

“Watch it,” Harry snarled still straining against Callie and Asher.

“Let’s go,” she whispered, pushing her hands into Harry's chest behind her. He slid backwards a little to create more space between them. “This isn’t worth it,” she said loud enough for Kael to hear.

However, he wasn't accepting their escape. Their way to take the higher ground. But before she could get away, Kael grabbed her arm, hard.

Time seemed to stop for a moment. Truly, suspended in disbelief as she gasped. "Ow, Kael!” She yelped.

“Oh, fuck no,” Harry growled lowly.

“Shit,” Callie grabbed at Harry harder and yanked him back before he could kill Crowe on a live broadcast.

Niall and Lang stepped forward as Asher helped Callie hold Harry back. “Let go of her fucking wrist, Crowe,” Niall said putting a hand on her back.

“You have two seconds to let go of her,” Lang added at the same time.

“Let fucking go of me,” Harry thrashed against his teammates.

She bent awkwardly trying to get her arm back, gasping at the pressure he pitted against her so effortlessly. “HEY!” It was Ray who shouted. “That’s enough! Crowe, let go of my niece or I’ll kill you!”

But Charlie was already on the move, next to Crowe in the blink of an eye. He was shorter than the bulky, built hockey player on skates by a head or maybe even two. Without hesitation he reached for Kael’s neck as if he were the same height and pressed on the space between his neck and clavicle. Within seconds, Kael was gasping, he dropped her arm instantly.

There wasn’t a break in his movements, everything fluid like he was skating on the ice as Charlie shoved his niece backwards making her lose her balance, but Harry caught her just before she hit the ground. “Everyone off the fucking ice!” Coach yelled.

Harry had never been so relieved to have her in his embrace as he skated off the ice, pushing her forward quickly even though he wanted to kill Kael.

“Are you alright, Sweetheart?” Callie asked.

“Shut the fuck up, Callie,” Harry snarled.

“Harry,” she whispered.

“Jesus, Styles, I just wanted—”

“Shut. Up.  Don’t ever get in my way like that Calloway, not when she’s—”

“Harry,” she repeated stronger as she nearly had to race to catch up to them on their long legs—even with skates. She grabbed his hand, still balled into a shaking fist. She gave it a gentle squeeze. “Kian isn’t the bad guy here,” she reminded him. Harry glared at his teammate, shoulders heaving with each angry breath. After a moment he nodded, his jaw flexing tautly as he did.

“Sorry, Callie,” she whispered, squeezing his arm which made Harry huff out a breath and look away. He strongly considered snapping his stick in half. Again.

“It’s okay, Sweetheart. We all get a little crazy about you,” he smirked. “Harry,” he nodded and headed into the locker room. She turned to Harry to remind him that his teammates weren’t the problem, ever.

“Are you alright?” Charlie asked, catching up as they stopped in front of the locker room.

Harry stared at her unsurely waiting for her answer with bated breath. She nodded, putting on a brave face. “Yes.”

“You’re sure?” Harry asked, taking a heaving breath. His hands were still shaking at his sides.

She nodded. “I’m fine,” because she was. There might be a bruise on her arm from the grip he had, but she wasn’t in pain anymore. He didn’t break anything (which was a horrifying thought) but it wasn’t any less true. “Please go change, I want to get out of here,” she urged. Harry’s eyes flicked to Charlie before he went into the locker room after his teammates. She twisted her wrist once he was out of sight. Charlie narrowed his eyes at the movement.

“Are you—”

Quickly with an awful realization, she touched her neck. “Oh fuck, I left my camera,” she grumbled rubbing her hand over her face.

Charlie was staring at her just as unsurely. “I’ll have someone go get it.”

“No, it’s fine,” she shook her head. “I need the walk, the air,” she sighed.

“I have a press conference. I can skip it. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Positive. I’m sorry I caused all this,” she frowned. “I really feel like you didn’t ask for any of this with the team.”

“Hey Sweetheart?” He put a hand on her shoulder. “I always hated Crowe,” he smiled. “You were way too good for him. If the whole team got in trouble for hurting him, well, that would be worth it in my book. If he ever touches you again, I think the whole team will kill him.”

“Well, we have a whole season to prepare for that,” she smirked sadly. “Thank you, Uncle Charlie.”

“Anything for you Sweetheart. Go take a few breaths,” he squeezed her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Wish you slapped him; you earned it,” he winked over his shoulder as he headed for the media room.

She smiled and took several deep breaths calming herself as much as she could as she walked back down the tunnel to the rink. She had been in the very arena hundreds of times. It never felt like home. Not the way The Arctic Chargers arena felt. In a shorter amount of time at that. The idea that she had ever thought she could live her life in this arena feeling like she was less was crazy. Especially when Harry and the entire team made her feel so important.

She said hello and waved to people she recognized from her days spent watching Kael. Her new media friends said hello as well. She waved to the man driving the Zamboni and snagged her camera off the visiting bench that she dropped there when she saw Kael antagonizing Harry from across the rink. She couldn’t believe she nearly lost it in all the commotion; but she supposed for Harry, it was worth it. It could have been a lot worse.

Following Charlie’s advice, she continued breathing deeply. Hoping to calm herself from the inside out. She was glad she didn’t hit Kael. As much as she wanted to. With her luck, he would have pressed charges or something. It would have played right into his act.

Hopefully everyone saw the way he grabbed her wrist.

For several seconds, she sat on the bench, her head between her knees breathing and collecting herself. Harry looked murderous. She hoped he showered and felt better. She would have to thank Callie and Asher again for holding him back before he did something terrible.

Sighing, she stood, headed for the locker room once more. Relieved there would once more be a whole year between now and the next game she would have to see Kael next season. She was going to forget about any of her stuff at their old apartment. He could have it. It didn’t matter. As long as she had her camera, she could make everything else work. She looked at the screen to continue calming herself. As soon as the boys were ready, they would head to the hotel and get some sleep before a red eye flight home. Her hotel room bed sounded like heaven (even if it was going to be missing a number eleven in her blankets).

She was so ready for this day to be over.

Right as she exited the tunnel and headed down the hall toward the locker room, she was shoved against the wall, hard. She didn’t know how the guys got checked into the boards all the time. Even with padding on that had to have hurt—and multiple times? Forget it. She felt an ache all over her back. The air in her lungs was displaced and she moaned as she tried to breathe through it. It felt like her body was one giant bruise in a matter of seconds.

Kael held her in place. His eyes dark and his face expressionless. “You’re a lot more vulnerable without a hockey team behind you.”

She gaped, as he easily yanked her camera from her grip and dropped it to the ground. Her eyes watered at the sound of all the mechanical pieces cracking. She whimpered. “Kael,” she gasped as the air slowly returned. “Let me go.”

“You were good for my image, baby,” he crooned. “Didn’t you like living the luxurious lifestyle?” He skimmed the back of his finger along her cheek. Other than a helmet and gloves, he was still in all his gear, skates, and pads, so he towered imposingly over her. She whimpered again. “You have no power here,” he reminded her pinning her in place by pressing close to her. If anyone walked by, they would think it was just a heated form of foreplay. His legs caged her in. His body holding her in place.

His hand closed around her throat.

“Stop,” she begged squirming to get away from him.

“You’re pathetic. You think just because your uncle is a coach and your new boyfriend is a sorry excuse of a look-a-like for me that you can do whatever you want,” his voice was low, threatening. If it wasn’t immediately following a game maybe someone would have seen the interaction. But instead, the players were in the locker room, coaches in the media room, other workers in the arena. It was just the pair of them. “You’re nothing, baby. You’ve got nothing.”

He was good. Waiting until she was most vulnerable. Even if she was lucky enough for someone to come by, she was certain he made it so he didn’t look like he was harming her or speaking terrible things to her.

But she was right there. Hearing every menacing word. Every word meant to cut her deeper than any physical harm he could cause her. “You’re nothing but a groupie, baby. You’ll always be a dumb puck bunny.”

“Please,” she croaked, gasping for breath. Her squirming wasn’t enough, he was too strong, and Lord knew how long until the boys would come out of the locker room and Charlie out of the press conference. No one was coming to her rescue.

She clawed at his arms, but the pads protected him. Everything was protected which seemed like a metaphor she couldn’t quite put together right now.

Everything except the hand on her throat.

She bent her head at an awkward angle allowing air to flow just enough. Thrashing against his hold hoping he would slip just a bit. He didn’t notice she was trying to reach for his hand. He must have assumed she was trying to escape. It didn’t have to be a lot she just needed something to give.

When it did finally give, she wasted no time. His hand moved just enough so that she could bend her neck completely. Once she could, she bit down as hard as she could on his finger.

She bit so hard that she tasted blood.

“What the fuck!” He growled yanking away instinctively. She didn’t waste a second and bolted. He was on skates, and she was in her boots so for once in an ice arena she had the speed advantage, and she wasn’t going to lose that.

Without really noticing where her feet carried her, the locker room burst open before her. She couldn’t even see because her eyes were blurred over with tears. She choked out a sob as the door shut behind her.

“Bunny?” Harry sounded concerned, curious, and confused all in one little word that she hated so much (especially right now) but loved when Harry said it.

“Oh hell,” Asher whispered. It was quiet then, no one moving, or speaking.

“Harry?” She cried, unable to see as she wiped uselessly at her face to rid herself of the tears and she pressed her other hand to the top of her chest trying to stop her heart from flying out of her ribcage and soothe the ache and burn of knowing his hand was on her neck. The other hand went to her mouth. Her face tilted down, and her hair fell in front of her face.

If the team was naked, she wouldn’t even know. Her vision wasn’t clear enough to see an inch in front of her.

“Bunny?” He repeated, his voice closer, his hands gently caressing her face. A massive juxtaposition to how Kael held her moments before. “Kitten,” he turned her neck ever so gently inspecting every inch of her face. “What happened?”

“H-he broke m-my camera,” she sniffled and swiped at her eyes. With a little more clarity, she could see Harry was half undressed, just his practice jersey and compression pants on him. He was sweaty and never looked hotter and she was a goddamn wreck.

“I’ll kill him,” but it was Niall who growled out the sentiment. Before another word could be uttered, she heard the locker-room door open.

“Oh fuck,” Lang was quick to follow.

“Bunny,” Harry crouched slightly to meet her gaze. “Kitten, what happened?” He repeated. She shook her head, her cries catching in her throat again. She buried her face into his chest and sobbed. Harry cupped the back of her head, curling around her protectively the way he always seemed to when she cried. “Fuck, Bunny,” he frowned. His lips found her ear. “Did he touch you?” He asked.

She nodded. The rest of the team must have already anticipated what she was upset over, because it was even quieter than when she entered. She felt Harry start shaking again. It started from the center of his body outward. She imagined his toes were shaking. Fully vibrating with anger. “I’m gonna kill him,” Harry’s voice was so low and so terrifying she shivered.

“Please don’t leave me,” she sniffled.

He groaned and tightened his grip on her. “Y’killing me, Rookie,” he mumbled.

“I just want to go home, please,” she begged her voice breaking.

His heart broke. “We’re heading to the hotel soon, and I’ll drive y’home when we land, Bunny, I promise,” he assured her. The thought of leaving her alone was repulsive. Almost as much as this whole moment with Kael.

“No... take me home with you,” she whispered.

Well, if there was one way to keep him sane, he supposed that would be it. “Take you home?” He repeated. “My home?”

She nodded. “Please, I don’t want to be away from you.”

Make that, two ways to keep him sane.

*

She refused to say what he did specifically. He didn’t do anything but hold her in the hotel bed until the team left in the middle of the night for their red eye flight. He sat next to her on the bus and the plane, carrying her stuff and wincing every time she sniffled. He combed his fingers through her hair, refusing to let go of her for anything other than the bathroom. He made sure she drank enough water and had medicine for all the aches she endured.

Charlie was fuming in his seat. Between what happened and her lack of response about what happened, he may have sent Harry several messages regarding how he would enjoy going to jail if Harry hurt her. He ignored those messages for the time being. But he did pay attention to the one where Charlie said he was looking into getting the security footage pulled before Kael could swipe it from the arena.

The team had no problem messaging Kael. The coward left before anyone could find him. Niall found her camera shattered to bits on the floor. Callie pulled the memory card from the wreck but there wasn’t anything that could be done to save the equipment.

Except of course, Harry ordered her a new, top-of-the-line camera while she showered in his bathroom.

After what felt like hours but was only maybe half at most, she finally exited the bathroom. Harry turned from lying on his bed to sitting on the edge watching her immediately. Her eyes were red-rimmed, hair damp. She looked adorable even when she was sad, and it was so unfair. She was wearing a T-shirt Harry pulled from one of his drawers. It had the Chargers logo across the front, and he wished more than anything it had his name on the back.

“Did that help?” He asked.

She nodded but held the towel out to him. “I don’t know where to put this,” she avoided his gaze which had to be next to impossible because Harry couldn’t tear his away from her. He took the towel and tossed it toward the corner of the room where his hamper lived, although he hadn’t done laundry in a week, and so the towel fell off the side to the pile beside it.

“Bunny,” he murmured. “Look at me please,” he whispered.

She shook her head, her eyes welling with tears. “I’m so embarrassed, I’ll cry again.”

“Y’have nothing t’be embarrassed ‘bout, Rookie, love,” his voice was gentle, he reached for her hip and pulled her toward him, opening his legs so she fit between his thighs. “What did he do?” He asked, keeping one hand on her hip and the other traveled up her arm, cupped the side of her neck and slid along to her face.

“You’ll get mad,” she whispered.

“M’already mad, kitten,” he reminded her.

“What is with you and the animal names?” Her voice was soft.

“You’re an adorable creature, Bunny, I don’t have a choice,” he smirked, spoke just as quietly as she did, but not falling for her dodging what he wanted to know. “Don’t distract me,” he brushed his fingertips softly along the outline of her face.

“You’ll be mad at me.”

“Never, Rookie. M’never mad at you,” he hoped he sounded as reassuring as he wanted to be. It was true. He was never mad at her.

“I bit his finger,” she mumbled. “Really hard.”

Harry tilted his head. “You what?”

“He...” she swallowed and pressed her face into the space of his shoulder and neck hiding. “He was choking me,” her voice was so quiet Harry had to strain to hear it. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the anger to stay at bay so she wouldn’t be scared. “And I couldn’t move and... and I just needed the right angle, so I bit his finger. Really hard. I tasted blood,” she explained.

Harry chuckled despite everything. “Good girl,” he pulled her to him and squeezed her tight. “And y’came t’me?” he mumbled thoughtfully cupping her face watching her eyes. He brushed his thumb along her cheek. It was selfish of him to ask when she was hurt. But he couldn't help it. She was his whole world whether she knew it or not and he needed to know.

“I didn’t want anyone else,” her skin turned the slightest pink. “Is that okay?”

Harry’s heart softened. “Yeah, Bunny. S’really okay,” he assured her, then he pulled her back against his shoulder, tucking her into his embrace. “The guys couldn’t find him... the coward,” he snipped.

Harry felt a smile on her lips warm his skin. He grinned half-heartedly and swayed her gently. “For the best,” she admitted. “I like your room,” she whispered glancing around. “Maybe I will take it.”

“S’fine with me,” he shrugged.

She stared at him pointedly. “I don’t want to live here for free.”

“Oh, come on, Rookie I have a hundred rooms with nothing in them.”

“I won’t live here for free.”

“Fine, but you’re not paying rent-prices. Y’can buy groceries or pay the electric bill. Or maybe the Internet bill. But not all three.”

She laughed and shook her head. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re keeping the car.”

“Certifiable.”

*

“Harry, are you awake?” She whispered.

“Mmm,” he hummed sleepily. Her soft voice in his bed was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. It was the first time they slept in his bed. Harry was a lot of things, and it was evident that possessive was a major one. He loved sleeping in her tiny bed when there was no room, so she always ended up burrowing into his side. Still, there something about having her in his room, his bed, wrapped in his blankets that made the Neanderthalic part of his mind undeniably happy. He kept space between them, as he always tried to maintain when they shared a bed. But he felt a compulsion to hold her hand between them as he stared at the ceiling unable to sleep thinking about how much he hated someone who hurt the pretty woman beside him.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Bunny,” he whispered quietly shaking his head. “Y’never have t’thank me. Not for that.”

“I do though,” she sounded like she was nodding. “I don’t know why you like me so much. Like... from the start... and still. I’ve been nothing but trouble.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t think s’true. And does that matter from the start?”

“I don’t know... it never really happened to me before...” she trailed off. “Kael and I were just around each other for a while—got to know each other and it made sense. Then we were together for a really long time... I never had someone just like me for me, right away without knowing anything else about me. I guess I’m just worried that if... if you do like me—and I do believe you when you say you do—it will change because it changed for him. I’m not that special, you know? I’m not a celebrity. I just take pictures and—”

Harry sighed, if he was visible in the night, she would see him rolling his eyes at the ceiling and shaking his head. “Y’know I had a bunch of contacts for women for all the different cities we visit, right?” He interrupted. It wasn’t the best segue in conversation, and it probably wasn’t a nice thing to hear when he was trying to convince her he liked her infinitely more than he ever liked anybody. Especially after the day she had.

There was a slight pause. If she said something like that to Harry, he would be jealous for days and would probably have to break another hockey stick. So, he was well aware he needed to give her a second to think through her emotions. “Yeah...?” Her voice was quiet again. Unsure.

He reached beside him for his phone on his nightstand. He unlocked it, turned the brightness down, blinking awkwardly against it so he wouldn’t hurt her eyes as well. He opened his messages and handed it to her.

There were a good number of unsaved numbers listed in the threads. Many had the same start of each message previewed before clicking on it. I am deleting your number because I’ve met—

“Harry,” she said softly.

“Open one,” he offered.

She shook her head. “Harry, you didn’t do anything—I don’t want to go through—”

He reached over and tapped on one of the messages.

—a really lovely girl and I want to take it seriously. I won’t be contacting you anymore... You were a great person to know. I wish you all the best. Xx Harry

“Harry,” she whispered breathlessly.

Only some had answered. From what she could see, most who had responded thought it was sweet; they understood where he was coming from, it was kind of him to reach out and not leave them hanging. Some were less happy for him but since they all knew what they signed up for, none appeared to be outright angry or derisive. Harry took his phone back and opened his contacts. If the unsaved numbers were to be believed, he should have had plenty more contacts listed. Instead, it was just teammates, coaches, his family.

And hers. Rookie 📷🐇

She bit her lip.

“I think ‘ve been waiting for you, Rookie, love. I never wanted someone more,” he put his phone back. “M’not kidding. I’ll wait forever,” he promised. She felt her face crumple in half. Emotional over and in complete disbelief that someone so kind and sweet was willing to wait for her when he could truly have anyone he wanted. Someone way more talented and beautiful than her. "Go t'sleep, Bunny," he whispered softly and pressed a kiss to her temple. "We can talk 'bout it tomorrow."

*

Harry made sure she had everything she needed for the day; he snuck into her phone to turn her alarm off. He put a note on the bedside table. No work today. Enjoy playing hooky, Bunny. But please stay so I can see you when I come home. She wished she had her camera so she could take a picture of the note, but her phone would suffice for now. She dreaded the thought of purchasing a new camera. But she needed to deal with one thing at a time. First of which meant breakfast and coffee. She headed to the kitchen after using the bathroom.

The doorbell rang at the exact same time. She peered through the window and saw a man in a black shirt with a green apron. She tilted her head. “Rookie?” He asked tentatively.

“Uh... yeah?”

“Here you go,” he handed her a drink—her favorite coffee and the man left.

She blinked. “How many times have you been here?”

“I was instructed to come every half hour with a fresh drink and wait five minutes until you answered,” he explained backing toward his car. She smirked sipping it. It was delicious.

“Did he pay you at least?” She called tapping her fingers against the plastic.

“Excessively!” He shouted with a grin, pulling his door closed. She smiled, closed the front door, locked it, before heading for the living room sipping her favorite kind of coffee from her favorite guy.

*

She heard the garage door open around five and the door creak from the mudroom attached to the garage to the house.

“Do you like chicken noodle soup?” She asked. “I know that sounds silly, because it’s a classic. But because it’s a classic, there was a time when I was in high school, and I swear I was sick for a month and all I ate was chicken noodle soup. I haven’t had any since, I think. But on a whim, I had some last week, and it was literally the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten,” she explained while Harry took his shoes off. She grabbed the bread she was toasting out of the oven, and she smiled as he slowly made his way to the kitchen.

He looked around the room for a moment. “Did y’clean?” He asked ignoring her rant about soup, he ran his finger along the thin side table that was directly next to the counter. It looked dusted, and the little trinkets were placed back on the table just so.

She smiled sheepishly and nodded. “I know you hate when I do stuff like this, but I was really bored. I shouldn’t be allowed to have a day off. Idle minds, you know? I also figured you must not have time to clean often with your schedule. This place isn’t even that dirty, and I think I’m the one that tracks in all the snow and dirt from the pond,” she explained.

He stared at her as she spoke, dropped his small duffle bag beside him.

She blinked at his weird stance as she stirred the soup in the big pot she was using. “Are you mad?”

His gaze was unmoving from her face. He tilted his head toward the laundry room, the sound of the dryer humming from the hallway. “And laundry?” He asked.

Now she felt like she was in trouble. “Well... you had a mountain of it in your room and I was finished cleaning. Which meant I was about to go insane due to boredom again,” she shrugged. “You’re mad,” she frowned. “I was just trying to do something nice.”

“Dishes?” He jutted his chin toward the empty sink.

“That’s on you for leaving them. You know I love dishes.”

“Grocery shopping?” He hummed.

“I figured if I’m going to live here, I may as well chip in since you won’t let me pay for—”

“What’s this?” He asked looking at the picture frames face down on the kitchen table. He picked one up and inspected it. She had selected several photos. Some of the team, some from her series of photo. There was even one of Marc and Michael. But naturally, the one he picked up was one of the photos from the gallery night.

Harry’s arm wrapped around her waist, his hand resting on her hip. While she looked at the woman holding his phone camera, Harry was gazing down at her. His smile was full of adoration. She picked it to be framed because even though the camera didn’t get a look at his pretty green eyes for one photo (which was truly a loss), she felt like the most beautiful thing in the world with the way he looked at her.

“Oh, I thought they were cute pictures, and we could put them—” Harry put the frame down, turned toward the stove and flicked the burner off. “Harry...? What are you—”

He then faced her; he slid his hands along both of her cheeks. Gently, he tilted her neck, so her eyes met his. “My pretty, pretty Bunny,” he murmured brushing the tip of his nose against hers. Her breath caught in her throat. Whatever smart remark she was going to make about him being bossy or extra was stuck on her tongue. His gaze dropped to her lips and then she was overwhelmed by the color green again. Her face felt hot with a blush that she couldn't stop and she was only seconds ahead of what his intention was. “Y’can tell me t’stop, Rookie, love. I don’t want t’rush it.”

“Please don’t stop,” she whispered.

“Oh Bunny, y’never have t’beg for me, ever,” his voice was deep, gravelly. Filled with desire and wanting.

And he wanted her.

Harry had waited a very long time to kiss her. But these last few seconds leading to their first kiss felt like a literal eternity, but finally his lips met hers.

She moaned softly, a quiet almost-whimper, nearly the exact moment his mouth touched hers. He was so gentle; it felt like his lips were hardly moving and the drag of his mouth was so sinful she could feel it burning. It burned her lips and every other inch of her skin. Her mind was so entranced with the feel of Harry’s lips between hers, the way his tongue slipped gently along the seam of her mouth, carefully coaxing her open so he could get a better taste of her.

Harry knew she would taste delicious. He didn’t know it was going to be so instantly addictive. But he shouldn’t have been surprised.

She was a little unsure how it happened—too distracted by the feeling of the prettiest man in hockey kissing her, but she was lifted to the counter, her legs around his waist. His hips flush against the edge of the counter. With one hand, he cupped the back of her head, his fingers winding in her hair. The other was at the small of her back, pulling her toward him.

“God Bunny,” he groaned and peppered kisses along her jaw and down her neck. “I’ve wanted this for s'long.” She shivered feeling overwhelmed with his desire. Harry had a way of making her feel special and she should have known kissing him wasn’t going to be the exception. She was nearly out of breath and didn’t know how Harry could keep kissing her. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered into her throat.

“Harry,” she whispered.

He moaned. “Oh, Rookie, y’say m’name like that m’gonna be done for. What d’you want, Bunny? Y’can have whatever y’want... anything. S’yours.”

She laughed silently, her shoulders shaking as his mouth worked across her collarbone to the other side of her throat. He was so tender and intentional in his kisses of where Kael hurt her, and he took all that pain away. “Nothing, I just... like—”

He groaned again and brought her lips back to his, kissing her so passionately it ached. “I like you so much, Bunny,” he whispered, his mouth dragging along her skin. “I don’t want you t’go. Please don’t close yourself off from me. I’ll do anything.”

She felt bad that he felt like he had to beg for her attention. He had it, and he always had it. If she was honest, since the very first time she met him. “I won’t, I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered.

“Oh, thank God,” he sighed and pulled her toward him. He wrapped his arms beneath her, supporting her weight and carried her to his room.

“Harry, baby, you gotta slow down,” she giggled.

He moaned or growled. Perhaps a little of both. He tucked his face into her neck again. “Y’call me baby, m’not gonna live.”

She laughed. “Oh, you have to.”

Carefully he laid her back on his mattress. Yeah, he slept beside her the night before. He had snuggled with her in her own bed several times as well. This was different. This was all her walls finally down. Her vulnerability and trust were on full display. Harry was the luckiest man in the world to witness it. To be trusted to take care of her. He didn’t know how anyone could betray such a sweet, perfect person.

“M’gonna kiss every inch of you,” he promised.

“You’ve been awfully patient, Harry. Don’t you want to jump to the good stuff?” Her cheeks warmed once more as she asked.

He shook his head. “No, not even a little. I want every single second of you. Every single kiss. I’d wait forever for you, Bunny.”

She didn’t deserve him, but she would happily keep him. “You’re too good,” she whispered cupping his face and stroking her thumbs along his cheeks. He rested his forehead against hers as he hovered beside her.

“M’not Rookie. You’re too good. Exceptionally intelligent, creative, and deliriously beautiful. My schedule is all kinds of fucked,” he reminded her. “I never had a girlfriend because I can only give you five months.

She smiled. “I’m literally with the team all the time, Harry.”

“But when y’open your studio, y’won’t be.”

“I’m not opening a studio,” she laughed shaking her head, her nose bumping his.

He rolled his eyes. He wanted to kiss her, hold her, and very much wanted to make her come all over him. But this was important to him because she was the most important thing to him. “Of course you are, Rookie. Y’have too much talent t’be wasting it on a group of rowdy hockey players.”

There was a wave of pride that bloomed over her. His unwavering support and constant belief in her. She grinned. “Harry Styles," she sighed. "You’re incredible. Number one twice for sure.”

He chuckled softly, ducking his gaze slightly at her compliment. It meant more than any other time he heard it because this was her saying it. “Thanks, Bunny,” he smiled and kissed her again lingering and holding her face in his hands like he never wanted to let go. “You’re pucking perfect.”

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His sweet girl

Summary: Aemond catches feelings for one of the girls at the brothel and his brother, Aegon, almost ruined everything

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x ocf!reader

Warnings: emotionally constipated Aemond, cunt Aegon, implied smut, lactation kink if you squint, fluff

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: Hello everyone, I'm Rosie and this is my first fic ever

Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated, feel free to give me advices or suggestion, just be polite

English is NOT my first language, so apologies if there are any mistakes

Gif credits: @aegonx

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Aemond doesn’t know exactly when se became so important to him.

One night he went to the brothel for his usual service, the last weeks has been hectic, everything was overwhelming, his father’s death, Aegon’s coronation and Luke’s death, so he had to find a way to release the stress that it wasn’t training with ser Criston Cole.

So, when he arrived at the pleasure house, he thought that Madame Sylvi was waiting for him like she usually did for the last weeks, instead, one of the servants informed him that Madame was unavailable for that night, but that she had chosen another girl that would satisfy him as much as she did.

Hearing those words, made him want to turn around and leave, not comfortable with the idea of opening himself with a different woman than the one he was used to, yet something inside of him didn’t want to leave, he thought that if Madame Sylvi has personally chosen this girl, then maybe he should’ve give it a shot and try, see how it was.

After all, she knew him and his needs, especially with all the times they laid together, so he decided to trust her judgement, and let the servant guiding him to the secluded area prepared for him.

Once he moved the curtain, he found a girl, no more than few years older than him, laying on the bed, surrounded by pillows and candles: she was wearing a sheer robe, her hair down, thick and long dark locks were covering her, in her eyes an expression he was having a hard time to decipher, a mix of excitement and fear.

She was staring at him, taking her time to admire the beautiful and stoic man in front of her, he was exactly as the girls at the brothel and the small folk described him: his long silver hair, his purple eye, his fierce aura, he was a mesmerising sight.

As he approached her, he thought that he never saw her before at the brothel, he was trying to remember her small face but he simply couldn’t so he figured that she might be a new addiction there, yet if Sylvi chose her specifically, this means she wasn’t someone new.

He started to undress slowly, taking his time to look at the girl in front of him, her appearance was pleasant, she wasn’t exactly what he was searching, but she still had something magnetic in herself, she had a soft body, with plump breasts and wide hips, her body was different from the one of Madame, yet she still had something comforting that made him at ease right away.

She stood up, taking few steps and stopping in front of him, slightly bowing her head “good evening, my prince, Madame Sylvi apologise that she can’t serve you tonight, but she thought I might be a good enough substitute for you tonight”.

She extended a hand for him, which he took after few moments of silent, noticing how small it was compared to his, slowly walking him to the bed in the middle of the room.

“I’ve never saw you before, when did you start working here?”, he asked, curious to see if his assumption was correct

“Oh, I don’t exactly work here, my prince. My father sold me to Madame when I was a child and she thought I was too young to work here, so she kinda raised me like a daughter, usually I stay upstairs or I serve refreshments, I only work when she specifically asks me to”

So, she wasn’t a whore, not entirely at least, and this awakened something inside of him, he started wondering how many men she slept with, how many she pleased, if she was indeed able to please him as she said.

“Did you sleep with many men before? Are you sure you can serve me properly, child?”

“Not many men, but I’m sure you’ll be very satisfied my prince, and if you don’t trust my words, trust Madame’s judgement”

And so he did, and while he was thrusting inside her soft and warm flesh, he thought how different she was than Sylvi, how tight and wet she was, how her whimpers and moans were shy, how full she was making him feel.

He stayed there after he came, his head placed on her soft breasts, her hands caressing his hair and forehead, their breaths steady, her heartbeat calming, he felt well, satisfied with her service, his thoughts and troubles away for the time she was embracing him.

He told her about his worries, about his dreams, and what shocked him the most, was that she wasn’t afraid to tell him what she was thinking: she spoke calmly, without fear, but still in a respectful manner, not wanting to disrespect him nor his family, it was a rare thing, usually people lie to him or tells him half truth in order to not upset him, Sylvi included.

When he came back evenings after, he hoped to find her again, and he was slightly disappointed to see that Sylvi was waiting for him and not her once again.

Madame realised it too, she could feel a shift in his behaviour, at first thinking it was because of everything it was happening with the war and his family, but when he asked her where she was, her doubts became certainty.

“You don’t want my services anymore, my prince?”, she asked as they laid together after their highs, his head on her lap, curled up like a babe.

“Is not that, I like you and you help me a lot, but it was different with her, she understands me, she is not afraid to tell me the truth and actually gives me advises, she listens carefully and tells me what she thinks, it is a rare thing nowadays, everyone too scared to offend me and have me lose my patience

That’s why I want her to serve me from now on, you were good to me, but I think I found a better match”.

Sylvi wasn’t too pleased about this decision, she enjoyed the evenings with the prince, he treated her with respect, making her feel desired and appreciated, but he was still a prince, and if he didn’t want her services anymore, she had to accept it and move on, at the end of the day, he was still a paying costumer like everybody else, and her last goal was to please him, whether it happened personally or not.

Aemond kept going to the brothel almost every night, gently fucking her and then laying on the bed, his head on her chest, talking about his days, about his dysfunctional family, his plans for the war, and she stayed there, listening to him and caressing his head, and when he wasn’t talking, he was listening to her, talking about the books she was reading or about something she did that day, his lips sucking on one of her nipples lazily, eyes closed, eyepatch discharged somewhere on the bed, hand kneading the soft flesh of her hips.

He loved those moments, he felt at peace, somehow invincible, wondering if he will ever feel like this with another woman, but deep down knowing that no noble woman would be so understanding of him, especially not his betrothed.

It was during one of these nights that his brother, Aegon, had found him, ruining the only good thing he had in his life, Vhagar excluded.

They were there, entangled after their highs, the comfort of her arms making him feel so well, when his drunk brother opened the curtain, revealing himself to him and his mates, not wasting a second to humiliate him.

Aemond immediately got up, sitting there, looking somewhere on the floor, trying to steady his breath, listening to his brother rambling about him “fucking her like a hound”, watching her trying to cover herself for the embarrassment, shielding her body from his brother’s eyes.

He decided to leave, being too angry and humiliated, his brother rambling about searching for Madame to “make a man out of one of the white cloaks” but he found a better amusement after he saw his brother there

“You can have her, brother, one whore is as good as another” he said before taking his leave, the look of disappointment and heartbreaking in her face.

He couldn’t sleep that night, he kept seeing her disappointed face over and over again.

He knew he hurt her, that she had no fault for what happened, his brother was a drunken cunt, and she had to suffer the consequences for his stupid actions.

For days he contemplated about going there and apologise, explaining that he was not expecting for his brother be there, that he hasn’t gone to the brothel in years and he thought it was a safe space for him, away from his brother’s mess, yet he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t go there, relieving the memory of that night again.

In the end he decided to go, he was longing her touch, her softness, her sweetness, ha had to admit to himself (with an enormous amount of strength) that he needed her, so he went there one morning, when he knew anyone would’ve gone there and disturb them.

As he walked the street of silk, he kept thinking about what he wanted to tell her, trying to find the words to explain to her that he was sorry, that he understood if she didn’t want to be with him ever, but that he was still hoping for her forgiveness, since she knew how complicated his relationship with his brother was.

He knocked on the door, Sylvi opening it as he thought, looking at him hostilely

“What are you doing here, my prince”

“You know what I’m doing here, I want to speak with her”

“You hurt her, deeply, I don’t know if she wants to see you”

“Just…just ask her, please? I will leave if she does not want to speak with me”

Madame Sylvi looked at him one last time, before moving towards the rooms upstairs, allowing him to enter the brothel.

She came back a while back, telling him that he can go talk to her, but also to be quick, she didn’t want to give him too much time, she was very hurt by his actions.

He went upstairs, anxious and excited, wanting nothing more than explaining to her, his heart beating fast and hard in his chest at the thought of seeing her sweet face again.

His sweet girl, sited on the bed, a book between her hands, looking beautiful with the sun light, certainly different from the candlelight he was used to

“Good morrow, I know my visit is…unexpected, but I had to come, I had to talk to you”

“Good morrow, talk then, but make it quick, I will have to get ready for work soon, I have clients to take care of”

“Clients? I thought you weren’t fully working at the brothel, I don’t understand”

“After what happened that night, your brother’s guard told everyone how good I was, so a lot of men asked for me and Madame couldn’t refuse them, so now I work full time”

“I’m sorry, sweet girl, I really am, I didn’t want to treat you in such a way” he walked towards her, sitting slowly on the bed besides her, taking her hands on his and leaving some kisses on them “I swear I wish I said something that night, but my pride took the best of me; my brother was there, mocking me like he did when we were children, I couldn’t stay any longer.

Forgive me, sweet girl, you’re the only one I didn’t wish to hurt that night, yet you’re the one who suffered for my lack of temperament”

She stayed there, their hands still entwined, listening to his pleadings, wondering what was the best thing to do, reminding herself that he hurt her deeply, but also that he loved this man so much, that she couldn’t stay away from him any longer.

She kissed him while he was still talking, needing to feel his lips on hers once again, his hands on her once again, his cock deep inside her, feeling her to the brim with his seed, making her his and his only.

As he thrusts inside her, hips snapping, his hands kneading the soft flesh of her hips, they never felt so good in their life, so at peace, so happy.

They kissed and bit and marks each other, and in Aemond’s mind, the only thought was that she was his and he wasn’t going to let any man take her from him, the only good thing in his life.

She was his sweet girl, only his.

[imagines-r-s]

☆ lost it to trying ☆

author’s note: so, a bitch came out of writing retirement for silly fun medical show™️, hope you lovely people enjoy :) also this was only supposed to be like 2k words, but here we are lmao

(slight - there will be more in the next part) dr. robby x reader (+ platonic dr. langdon x reader)

wc: 5k

summary: an already terrible shift goes from bad to worse when a sad truth is also revealed about your best friend

warnings: talks of drugs/overdose, talks of family death, very angsty, probably some slight medical inaccuracies

requests and taglist are open! feedback is always welcome!

(gif not mine)

You constantly walked around with “pep to your step” as Langdon constantly called it, which might have been totally true. You just held the ideology that if you can’t offer anything else, you can always offer a smile. It was a rough day and age, but maybe that smile could help someone - silly? maybe. Naive? You didn’t believe so.

It was a necessity in a job like this. Being a senior resident in the emergency department, you knew how quickly someone’s life could change and oftentimes there were only so many ways that you were able to applicably comfort them that didn’t include a medical device or diagnosis.

Walking into the Emergency Department, you were pulled towards the nurses station - or moreso, your favorite nurse. As soon as you made eye contact with Dana, your smile grew. “Someone’s happy this morning,” Dana quickly commented.

“Just excited to see my favorite charge nurse,” you circled around to give her a quick hug. “How are you today?”

”The day just started, sweetie, I can’t tell you how I am,” she said, with a quiet chuckle. “or how I will be for that matter. Who knows what will happen today.”

“Well, in that case, I hope you have an amazing day,” and with that you headed over to put your things in your locker. Setting down your bag and jacket, you opened your locker to see the picture that you kept of you and your family and friends - a quiet reminder of the good things in life.

Stuck in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Collins and Langdon walk in behind you - or hear them talk to you for that matter. “Earth to y/n,” you heard Heather say, quickly snapping you out of your thoughts. “You okay?”

”She’s probably just thinking about Dr. Robby,” Langdon said, cheekily. Out of everyone here, you were definitely closest to the two of them - hell, the three of you had been locked at the hip since you were interns. You knew each other like clockwork, whether that translated in the ER or just in life. This was why you couldn’t accurately correct them on their assumption about the man they just mentioned.

“Why would I be thinking about him?” you said, keeping your face away from them, which only earned a laugh from Heather. Closing your locker door after making sure everything was in there, you finally turned around. Only to see them both smirking at you.

You simply groaned in response and made your way out from near the lockers, “I have no idea what either of you are talking about,” you said with a quick glance back at the two irritating individuals behind you, “I have no reason to be thinking about Dr. Robby, other than him being my boss. Thank you.”

Look, a crush is a crush; you just assumed it would have gone away by now. Especially given that there was no indication of it being reciprocated, you were just running with your feelings, hoping they would simply disappear eventually.

Plot twist: they hadn’t - and unfortunately, you didn’t see them going away anytime soon - but that was the least of your concerns as your shift was starting.

—

Today had not been an average day by any means. Between fresh faces to the ER to rats in the ER (not to mention the newbie that killed one), you knew there was still a lot more to come. You were proud of how the newbies were doing, even if Langdon was not having it with one of them.

”No, she just- she’s,” Langdon spoke, getting to the point of being out of breath.

“She what? She’s new, doing her job, and has also had to deal with your ass all day. I don’t understand what your issue is here. Give her grace for her first day, man,” you reasoned, as he followed you back towards the nurses station.

“You don’t get it. She acts on her own accord, she’s cocky, ignorant, and she acts like her, what? 90 days of work is the equivalent of what we’ve done to this point.”

”Frank. Calm down, in the most respectful way I can say that,” you sighed. “She’s good, I can’t deny that. She has also done a lot on her first day here that I know no one else ever had the balls to do, but like I said, she’s new, she’s adjusting. Try giving her more than a day before we immediately disqualify her as a good doctor.” You understood where he was coming from, but for him to be this dead set on his opinion day 1 was crazy. “In all honesty, I thought the same shit about you when we all started together, so relax.”

He gasped, “that’s preposterous.”

”Impressive vocabulary, Langdon. Recently read that thesaurus?”

“Don’t even, y/l/n.” You didn’t miss the glare he sent your way.

Robby, who you hadn’t noticed was working on a report at the computer closest to you, sent a confused look to both of you, “what did you think about him the first day?”

You looked over shocked for a moment before registering that he likely heard at least the last bit of the conversation, “uh, that he was a bitch.”

”Thought the same about you,” Langdon shot back on his way to check on a patient.

Robby furrowed his brows, “did you think anything that badly of me in the beginning?” You were too in your own world to register the actual concern in his voice. Truth was, he wanted to know exactly what you thought about him - not for any particular reason, of course.

“No, god no. Robby, I think- no, it was nothing bad, I promise,” you smiled in his direction. You had so much more to say, but this was not the place or opportunity that you wished to say them.

“Nothing bad?,” he questioned with a smile on his face,”What does that end up equating to?”

“Uh,” what did it mean? “nothing bad.”

A laugh left him at your words. “I didn’t think anything bad about you either-“

His words were interrupted by the sound of EMTs, “possible OD, 27 years old male, responsive to narcan on the scene, unresponsive now.”

Something felt off. You knew once you heard them announce what had happened. So when you looked back only to see your cousin on that gurney, your world stopped for a moment.

Only Robby, who was next to you, saw you hesitate for a moment, “y/n, you okay?”

You snapped back at the sound of his voice, “yeah, I- yeah, I’m good.”

Dismissing any thoughts that you had, you hustled over to the trauma room that Tristan had ended up in. You started running on muscle memory. It wasn’t anything that you hadn’t done before, the circumstances were just different this time.

”What do we have?” Langdon’s voice rang out as he stepped in.

”27 year old, OD,” Robby responded. You watched as Langdon fell into the same muscle memory, it wasn’t until he was able to see the face of the patient that he paused for a moment. Glancing up at you, he quickly noted that you were simply going through the motions, but he wasn’t sure if now was the time to mention it. Choosing against it, he elected to let you by - only with the exception that you weren’t going through multiple extremes to help. He knew you well enough to know that you needed to be in here.

“Do we have an ID on the patient?” Robby spoke up.

Most of the room responded with a quick no, but Langdon spoke up, ”Tristan y/l/n.”

You felt everyone’s eyes went to you immediately, especially Robby’s.

”You shouldn’t be in here,” Langdon spoke up again, but he didn’t stop you.

“I’m fine.” You knew that there was an apparent difference in your demeanor, but at this point you didn’t care. If anything happened to him and you didn’t do anything to help, you would never forgive yourself. “Did they say how they found him?”

”Unresponsive outside of his home, found by a neighbor. His legal guardians were contacted,” Perla said, from closer to the door.

His legal guardians being your parents. You took a deep breath before continuing what you were doing, “thank you.”

It took a while, but eventually he was stable. He was on a vent and you knew even with that there was still a heavy risk of him not being okay, but you chose to ignore. At this point the room was just you, but you kept your eyes on him in fear that he would disappear if you looked away.

You didn’t know, but outside of the room your friends were taking shifts checking in. Heather making sure you were okay after she had heard from Frank what happened; when she was busy Frank would switch with her; Dana and the other nurses kept a consistent eye on you; and Robby made sure you were okay from a distance.

When word got out that your parents were there, Dana made her way towards the door to make sure you knew, but Robby stopped her. “Yes?”

”I just want to.. check in on her and make sure she’s okay before they get here.”

A knowing smile grazed Dana’s face, “go check on your girl.”

”She’s not my girl, Dana. That’s highly impractical. ”

”You wouldn’t push to check in on her before their parents got in there if you didn’t care about her.”

”I care about everyone staffed in this ER.”

Dana sighed, “just go check on her, Robby.”

You continued to watch Tristan. You weren’t sure where things could have gotten to this point - you were the oldest between the two of you, but only by a year and some. The reason your parents became his legal guardian was this exact reason: they had both overdosed when the two of you were kids. Maybe if you had checked in more he wouldn’t have gotten to this point? Maybe-

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door opening, with a quick glance back, you saw the familiar blue jacket that would usually bring a smile to your face. “I’m sorry if I overstepped today for helping and I’m sorry that I’ve been in here for, I don’t even know how long. I just, I need to be here. Please don’t hate me or fire me or-“

At the sound of your rambling, Robby jumped to action and immediately went to your side, “if I were in your shoes, it would have taken them dragging me away to leave. I’m not mad. I don’t hate you. You’re not fired,” he moved to right where you were. “I just wanted to check on you before they brought your parents in.”

”Oh, god. They have to see him like this. Oh my god. I- this is my fault. They kept-“

”Hey, hey,” he moved to where he could look directly at you,“it’s not your fault by any means. Do not blame yourself for this. You’ve helped in all the ways that you can right now.”

”I just, maybe if I-“

”Life is full of maybes, this wasn’t your fault. You got that?”

”I got it,” you looked past Robby to see your cousin, who at this point you considered to be your brother, “I’m just, I’m supposed to protect him, you know. I know I’m not much older, but I am still the oldest between us. I’m supposed to be responsible.”

”It wasn’t your fault and you’re not responsible for everything that he does,” he reiterated, which made you look back at him.

“Thank you, Robby,” you paused, taking a deep breath before bringing up the inevitable, “You said my parents are here?”

”Yeah, they’re here,” to which you simply nodded and walked towards the door. “If you need to take the rest of the day, you can.”

”I won’t. Let me know where I can be busy,” you said, speaking in a tone that he had never heard from you before.

He made sure that you had something to keep you occupied, but he also watched you carefully as he walked your parents into your brother’s room.

“Um, our daughter, she works at this hospital. I wasn’t sure if she was working today or not? I called her, but she didn’t answer. Her name is y/n y/l/n?” your mother spoke up from beside him.

”She is in today, she’s currently with another patient, but I can tell her that you guys are here,” he was careful not to give a solid answer as you never actually acknowledged if you wanted to see them - if you could see them in that room with him - but he wasn’t going to push you one way or the other.

”Thank you, we appreciate it,” she said, pausing as she looked into the room your brother was in. A gasp leaving her as her hand clasped over his mouth, “is he going to be okay?”

“He’s stable right now and we’re doing everything we can to make sure that he recovers, but we’re still running tests to check for brain activity. I’ll go check on y/n for you, but you guys are more than welcome to go in there whenever you’re ready.”

”Thank you, again,” your father said, the first thing he had mentioned in the time of him being here.

You watched them from the room that you were in, you also watched Robby make his way towards you. He didn’t say anything this time, just checked in with the patient - who was getting stitches in her leg from an accident she had while running. You knew that you eventually needed to go in there, but you also knew you couldn’t face them. What do you say? What would they say?

Robby knew too much. He knew too many people involved, too much information on how this would turn out, and too much about you to know that you wouldn’t be okay if something happened to Tristan. He knew way too much as more tests kept coming in, but he also knew you were smart enough to know that this might not have a solid outcome.

You could tell that so many things were hanging in the balance, but you also knew that if you didn’t make it back to that room, you would regret it. So, you made the walk, opening the door, immediately being embraced by both your parents.

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” your mom let out, a sob escaping her a moment later, “I love you so much.”

”I’m sorry, too, Mom. I helped him once he came in,” you spoke slowly, making sure to keep your voice as even as you could.

”We know, sweetie, you probably did way more than you should have,” your dad said, which didn’t help you trying to keep your emotions at bay.

“Yeah, my attending, I think he’s the one that walked you back here, he let me do way more than I should have,” the three of you waited in silence, knowing that if you didn’t, emotions would quickly get out of control for any of you.

The next few hours passed in a blur. Whenever Langdon checked his pupils, the look that crossed his face told you everything that you needed to know. You excused yourself for a moment, running to the bathroom as you immediately felt sick to your stomach. Leaving the stall and washing your hands, you were met by Dana waiting for you with a cup of water, “you going to be okay, honey?”

”Yeah, I’ll be fine. I promise. One way or the other,” you rushed out, in fear that you wouldn’t be able to respond without getting upset.

“Well, just know that we’re going to be here for you any way that we can. We have your back,” she said, reaching her hands out for a hug.

You simply smiled in response as you headed back, by the time you got back, you stood off to the side of the room. You knew that if Robby was in there, he was sharing with your parents that the brain scan they did came back with results of no brain activity. The sounds of both your parents crying echoed through your ears, even through the glass door. You couldn’t go in there.

Robby was trying his best to keep his composure, how did he tell someone that he cared so much about devastating news like this? He waited a moment before giving your parents the room, walking out and closing the door, he immediately noticed your presence.

He paused for a moment, his impulse told him to hug you, but he waited for how you would react.

“He’s brain dead, isn’t he?” you spoke, your eyes not leaving the ground.

Robby didn’t know how to respond. He knew that based off the way the usual smile that grazed your face - even on the worst of days - was nowhere to be seen, that you were on the verge of breaking. “The most recent scans showed no brain activity.”

You finally looked up, which made Robby notice the tears that were threatening to fall, “thank you, Robby. Uh, for trying everything. I know that if you couldn’t help than no one else could.” You looked in to see your parents hugging each other, “I feel like I disappointed them. I’m praised at home for being this ‘doctor that does excellent work’, yet when it actually mattered, I couldn’t save one of the most important people to me.”

”Hey,” he hadn’t intended to, but he moved his hand to hold the side of your face so that you were looking at him, “we did everything that we could to help save him. This wasn’t your fault, sweetheart. Don’t blame yourself for this.”

“Thank you, I appreciate you a lot,” you felt his thumb move to wipe the one tear that had escaped.

“Of course, I’ll be in there soon to inform your family and talk to them with the social worker, I don’t know if you wanted to be there when this happened.”

Taking a deep breath, you sighed once more before admitting that you didn’t want to be in there, but you couldn’t avoid it. Your family was so important to you that you knew that if you weren’t present when they heard the news, you would never forgive yourself.

Sitting next to your mother, you simply listened as Robby spoke the words that you had heard from him many times before - this was just the first time that it was applicable to you. The tiles on the floor grew more and more interesting as you listened to your parents reaction as Robby’s voice was close to cracking.

You couldn’t recall anything that had happened after that. You were there, but you were also thousands of miles away. Everyone was ready to be there for you when it happened - the inevitable break - but you seemed to be forcing yourself to be okay. That’s all you could do at this point.

——

It took everything in Robby to not drag you out of this damn hospital himself. You were visibly torturing yourself trying to keep your emotions at bay, but he also understood that right now, you needed this. You needed the routine, the systems, the flow; all of this was keeping you in balance.

Everyone tried. They tried to get you to go home with your parents, but you weren’t budging. They also knew that they couldn’t tip toe around you directly without making any alarms go off in your head. The constant stimulation of the Emergency room was the only thing keeping you going.

Robby could tell - hell, he knew the feeling himself. He knew that as every case and patient you had pressed on, you were just driving yourself as far away from the loss you had just faced as you could. He also knew that you could only drive yourself away so far.

He didn’t know how she had done it, but Mel had somehow convinced you to let her work with you for the majority of the time that you had been going non-stop. Truth was that Mel assumed that with her being a second year, she could fall under the front of using it as a learning moment - she was still technically learning, but she knew that it made more sense than anyone else asking to work with you for the day.

Truth was, somehow Mel hadn’t made any notion that something was wrong, she was simply going about her day as if it was any other - which was exactly what you needed right now. The way that everyone else was working, even if they weren’t trying, made it seem like they were talking you off some sort of ledge. Wrong? No, but it wasn’t what you needed to be around until you were ready.

Langdon had spoken very kindly of Dr. Melissa King, and based off of what you had seen yourself, you saw why. She had the care of the patients in mind, while simultaneously being extremely efficient. “Are you and Dr. Langdon close?”

Her question brought you out of your thoughts for a moment, “yeah, probably one of my best friends. He’s an excellent doctor… kind of a dick at times, but I unfortunately can’t say anything bad about that man. Why?”

”Oh, I was just curious. You both have similar habits when it comes to patients, so I was just wondering.”

You smiled at that for the first time in a while, “yeah, Dr. Robby taught both of us - well, us and Collin’s - so if you really pay attention, you can pick up on similarities between all of us. You seem to have made a solid impression on him though. Even if it’s only been a few hours of working together, he spoke very highly of you.”

”Oh,” she spoke, unsure how to respond.

”Nothing bad, King. You’re very good at what you do, I can see it,” you spoke. This conversation being a solid refresher for you, in comparison to everything else that had happened in the last few hours.

“Thank you.”

”I’m going to go, you got this patient?”

”Yeah, yeah, I got it,” she said, excited that you trusted her to take care of this - even if it was a minor injury.

Robby watched from the Nurse’s station, happy that he could visibly see that you were engaging with someone on a non-sympathy-based level. Any of the remaining thoughts in his head were cut off by Santos appearing right in front of him. ”Yes?”

”I had a question.”

”Okay, ask away, Santos.”

”I- Look, I don’t want to get anyone in trouble, but I didn’t know what to say to anyone about this. I-“

”Santos, if it has to do with my ER, I would like to know about it,” he said, his eyes still on you periodically.

“I don’t mean to get anyone in trouble, but in the few cases that I’ve worked with Dr. Langdon, there have been certain inconsistencies.”

”Like what? Medically? Personally?”

Robby watched as Santos paused before she spoke again, “with medications.”

All alarms started going off. Inconsistencies with medications could imply millions of things - stealing, dealing, using; the list goes on and on. If Langdon was the constant factor in the cases that she worked where this was an issue, there was unfortunately no room for questioning. Still, he planned on having Dana check on the cases that Santos mentioned specifically - triple checking at that.

Tunnel vision had him focused on the cases, up until he looked up and saw you walking out from the patient's room, then talk to Langdon for a moment; a small smile appeared on your face for the first time that he had seen in hours. He hoped this wasn’t true. Practically prayed, even though he wasn’t sure what he believed in at the end of the day.

Stealing drugs from patient’s heavily implied one thing: addiction - and based off the events of today, you weren’t a stranger to it.

“Thank you for telling me, Santos,” he paused, preparing to go talk to Langdon, “oh, and please, whatever you do. Don’t let this info get out to anyone else.” He simply earned a nod in response.

Robby decided that this was all the proof that he needed to know that the universe was not afraid of beating down on people that didn’t deserve it. He barely knew where to go from here, he knew that there wasn’t much leeway for him to give Frank any grace in a situation like this. At this point, with the knowledge that it would hurt you, he didn’t care to dish out much grace.

He didn’t know if his anger was targeted at the fact that one of his best senior residents had made such a poor decision or that his best resident made a decision that would impact you simultaneously. He couldn’t fathom the idea of how this information would make you feel, so he made the executive decision that if he could help it, you wouldn’t know.

He didn’t realize that he had been in his head for that long, but by the time he had stopped moving, he found himself observing the patient that you, Santos, and Langdon were working on.

You and Langdon moved in sync once again as you took care of the patient, Santos spoke, but Langdon gave an expression of irritation that you immediately shut down. “Smart thinking, Santos,” you said, sending a pointed look in Langdon’s direction.

This only egged Langdon on, as he started yelling at the intern; mentioning that she made a mistake in not calling him in immediately. “Is it just ignorance that makes you think you know more? You lack experience and need to understand your place.”

”Dr. Langdon,” you addressed him formally, even though at this point he wasn’t acting with the professionalism that matched that title.

“No, she needs to understand that her role here is to learn, listen, and follow. Not try to lead doctors that have years of experience here. You’re enjoying a title that doesn’t even really apply to you and where it does apply, you get cocky. You need to remember that you’re a beginner and it’s not your place to call the shots.”

You were about to interrupt him once more when Robby’s voice called him out. “Dr. Langdon,” he spoke, causing everyone in the room to go quiet. He simply checked on the patient before asking to speak to Langdon privately.

Where that outburst came from, you had absolutely no idea. You simply redirected everyone in the room to help make sure that your patient was stable. Maybe damage control was needed?

Assuming that they walked towards the locker room, you quietly made your way over to where you heard both men’s voices echo. Waiting for a moment, you tried your best to eavesdrop - making the evaluation of if it was worth it to intervene. You didn’t move closer until you heard a moment of silence, only to hear Robby’s voice boom as soon as you entered the room.

“Open your fucking locker or I’ll have security break it open, your choice, Frank,” he spoke, the mention of Langdon’s first name told you how serious this actually was. So you simply stayed quiet.

Hanging back you watched as Langdon hesitated before entering the code on his locker, Robby immediately moved to throw everything out before grabbing a bag. A bag of medications.

A bag of hospital medications. What the hell?

They both turned to you. Maybe you had made the mistake of thinking out loud.

“y/n,” Langdon spoke first. “It’s not what it looks like.”

”So, that’s not a bag of what I can only assume to be patient medications in your locker? Frank, what the actual fuck?” You started pacing, “please don’t tell me that’s what it is.”

”y/n, I can explain, okay? Just hear me out, please,” he said, sounding like the air was gradually being stripped from his lungs the longer that you kept looking at him like you didn’t know him.

“Yes, Frank. Please explain,” Robby said, “I just need to know that these won’t match any of our records for patients. If that’s the case,” he sighed, unable to finish his sentence.

“Okay, okay,” he walked closer to you, trying to reach out to you, “whenever I was helping my parents move, I messed up my back somehow and one of our own prescribed me some pain meds and muscle relaxers. I was just tapering off, I swear. You guys have to believe me.”

You looked up, trying to keep emotions that you had tried to keep hidden all day at bay. “So your bright idea was to not only continue going past the prescribed timespan, but also stealing from patients. Do you not understand how idiotic and reckless that is, Frank?”

“I’m not getting high or anything, I just needed things to be manageable. I’m lowering my doses as we speak, okay? I’m not an addict. Could an addict do what we’re doing right now?”

You sent a pointed look at him, “trust me, Frank, I’m well aware of how far an addict can go in their day to day life.”

He sighed, ”y/n, please know it’s not like that.”

”It sure seems like it,” you looked at Robby, who’s face expressed thousands of emotions: guilt, sympathy, and anger being the primary ones. “Pretty solid timing on this, too, Frank.”

There was a silence that fell between the three of you. “You’re done,” Robby finally spoke up, causing both your and Langdon’s face to snap to look at him.

“Robby,” he tried.

“No, you’re done.”

You sighed, wiping a tear that had fallen. “Just go, Frank.” You started walking away.

“y/n, wait,” he rushed to grab your arm, but Robby immediately intercepted.

”Just let her go and go home,” he spoke, throwing his belongings to him.

You turned before leaving the locker room, “Frank?”

”Yeah?” He asked, hope filling him up that there might be a chance to fix things.

“I hope you know that this risked a lot more than just your medical license with this.”

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i do plan on making a part 2! unless you guys want the angsty cliffhanger lol

xoxo,

ash

[dismalflo]

Hi lovely!

I was wondering if you could do a poly!marauders x male reader? Gn is also fine. Where the reader and boys all move in together? And it’s just them getting used to all living together? Only if it’s okay with you.

Thank you for considering this 💗✨

hi darling, thank you for requesting! i went with gn!reader <3

poly!marauders x reader your first morning living together ✩ 933 words

cw: fluff

There’s a warm weight draped across your waist, and for a moment, you're unsure what’s dragged you from sleep. Exhaustion had claimed you quickly last night, the weight of hauling box after box, reshuffling the fragments of a life into unfamiliar corners. You’d assumed it had worn everyone out just the same.

That assumption falters when you crack your eyes open to the empty space beside you – James’s space – cold and untouched.

You blink against the light filtering through half-drawn curtains, the faintest rustle of movement slipping in from the living room. Muffled voices follow. James’ low, chipper cadence carries easily, punctuated by Remus’ quieter, more deliberate tone. They’re talking, laughing, the occasional scrape of cardboard and the thump of furniture filling the morning air.

You shift slightly beneath the blanket, the sheets rumpled and warm around you. Just as you begin to push yourself upright, an arm tightens around your waist. A low, gravelly groan huffs against the back of your neck.

“Don’t.” Sirius mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

You pause, a smile already tugging at your lips as you turn in his hold. His bleary eyes blink up at you through a curtain of dark, sleep-mussed hair. One side of his face is squished into the pillow, the other half haloed in soft morning light. His arm remains tight around your waist, fingers flexing slightly as if to anchor you there.

“I was just going to see what they’re–”

“No,” Sirius interrupts with a groan that borders on a whine.

You laugh quietly, lifting a hand to brush the hair from his face. Your fingertips trace lightly along his cheekbone, down the rough stubble of his jaw. He leans into your touch with a pleased hum, eyes fluttering shut again.

Letting your fingers linger and brush down the slope of his neck you trace the soft curve of his collarbone where his shirt – your shirt, technically – hangs loose. It’s an old tee you’d lost months ago to the black hole that is Sirius’ wardrobe, and now it’s stretched and worn soft from constant wear. On him, it looks absurdly good.

He sighs like he can feel your thoughts drifting toward practicality, and without opening his eyes, he mumbles, “Move, and I swear I’ll start something neither of us have the energy to finish.”

You snort, ducking your face into the crook of his neck to hide the flush of warmth spreading up your cheeks. 

“That’s the least effective threat you’ve ever made.”

“Promise, not a threat.” He corrects with a lazy smirk, his mouth twitching into something fond. “You should really learn the difference.”

Before you can respond, the bedroom door creaks open, and a familiar voice cuts in.

“Thought I heard you two whispering in here.”

James is grinning, shirtless, sweat dotting his temples like he’s been up for hours. He’s holding two mismatched mugs. “Brought you coffee. Because I’m perfect.”

Sirius perks up at the sight of him, pulling himself away from your shoulder and grinning wolfishly up at James.

“Perfect is right.” He winks.

James steps fully into the room, the soft scrape of his bare feet against the hardwood barely audible. He holds out one of the mugs, his warm hand extending it toward you. Steam curls lazily upward from the mug, the rich, comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee teasing at your senses.

“For you,” James says, settling beside Sirius with an ease that makes your chest tighten. His shoulder brushes against Sirius’, a quiet confirmation of their shared joy. Sirius leans into the contact, his lips brushing James’ temple in a fleeting kiss.

James chuckles, nudging Sirius with his elbow. “Rem made it, so you’re safe,” he adds with mock solemnity, his voice warm and affectionate.

You take the mug from him with a grateful smile, the bitterness of the coffee waking your senses more than the soft chatter around you. This perfect morning – this perfect moment – is the beginning of something new. The boxes, the exhaustion, the sweat, all of it fades away.

The door creaks again, and Remus steps into the frame, hair tousled, eyes still heavy with sleep but fond. 

“Are you planning on getting up today?” he asks, voice playful.

You shake your head, muffling your answer against Sirius’ shoulder. “Not anytime soon.”

Remus grins and, without hesitation, slides onto the bed beside you. The space between the four of you shrinks as he folds into your side, settling easily. His fingers find yours beneath the blanket, lacing together without a second thought.

Sirius stretches out, arm draping over you to pull Remus closer, and James props himself up on his elbow, his gaze sweeping over the three of you like he’s memorising all he can.

“Can we just unpack tomorrow instead?” you ask, half-joking, half-hoping for an answer that allows you to stay here.

Remus chuckles, low and soft, the sound rumbling through his chest. His fingers squeeze yours gently, his thumb stroking over your hand absentmindedly. There’s a tenderness in the way he shifts, a quiet affection that fills the space between you all.

“I don’t think so,” he says, sounding almost disappointed with his answer. “We’ve got work to do.”

Sirius hums in agreement, though his voice is slow and warm. “As much as I hate to admit it, I think he’s right.” He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you, contradicting his words.

 No one shifts an inch and no boxes get unpacked until far later in the day.

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cum stained logos

max verstappen

cw: smut/pwp, the 2024 red bull driving uniform, uniform kink, oral sex

bunny says: reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated! I love feedback!! i am looking (dis)respectfully mr. verstappen, been thinkin about this image.

the driving uniform was a core feature of formula one, it was a showcase of sponsors while also being a protector for the driver. there was a reason why technically the uniform was in two layers.

max was proud to wear red bull, even off the track he wore is quite frequently. you once made a comment asking if he got this stuff for free and that was why there was so much of it in his closet.

"you like it." he responded as he placed his hands on your shoulders and went in for a kiss on your cheek from behind, "i know how you look at me after a race. red bull across my chest."

you looked behind yourself to him and made a face, "i love a man in uniform so." you shrugged.

the idea buried itself in max's brain like a seed. it soon grew into a hefty idea to make you squirm.

for max it wasn't hard to get his driving suit into his bag and back to his home. everyone assumed he was just very dedicated to racing (which was a correct assumption), but max verstappen would never do anything nefarious with it. to ruin the red bull legacy and brand.

so the look on your face when you went into the bathroom and saw him zipping up the dark blue uniform was a nice surprise. he looked over at you and smiled, "like what you see?"

you swallowed, "how did you even-"

he turned around, it was still partially unzipped giving you a clear view that he was not wearing the fire proof protection underneath. he had no reason to really wear it, while sex with you was hot. it was no fire hazard.

you adverted your eyes and swallowed, "max... how?"

he chuckled and went up to you. he placed his hands on his shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. when he pulled away soon after he said, "i want to show the integrity of the red bull brand.

he then laughed, "i'm joking. i wanted you to suck my cock while i wore it. after all, you liked men in uniform."

your eyes went wide for a moment, "every day you surprise me, max." then your hand was taken by your boyfriend and led back to the bedroom.

he looked over his shoulder as he led you and said, "well, you have a whole lifetime of surprises then." he got on the bed, with his back up against the headboard. he patted his thigh and you got between his legs.

"sometimes i forget how hot you are." you admitted.

he raised an eyebrow, "well, i guess i have to remind you then." then gestured for you to unzip the suit. he watched you careful eyes as you slowly unzipped it.

you felt your hand shake from anticipation as you zipped it all the way down, exposed his toned torso to you. you swallowed when you eyes trailed to his cock which was clothed by a pair of briefs. you noticed the bulge in them.

"like it?" he asked.

you looked up at him, "max, the first time i saw it on accident my jaw hit the floor. remember what i asked you?"

he scratched his jaw a little flustered, "you asked me if when i get hard if i lose all the blood in my head."

you nodded and reached for the waistband of his briefs. you pulled his cock out and without thinking licking your lips. you felt a shudder in your heart. you kissed the leaky tip and sighed contently.

this entire situation was hot. he looked good in the driver's suit. he looked good with red bull and the other branding across his body. he was a good racer and got good sponsors. he also had an impressive cock that fit nicely in your throat.

it was hefty and big, but not terrifying. it was a snug fit, but not a painful stretch. it was perfect just like the rest of him. you heard him relax further against the headboard and his large hand found the back of your head.

"ik had dit eerder moeten doen. als ik het had geweten, fuck." he shifted on the bed and let you take all of him in his mouth. as much as you threw around that max was a kinky man, you were almost toe to toe with him.

he knew you tried to act surprised, but he knew that you ate up any chance at exploring aspects of sex. and sometimes that meant him stealing his driving suit and letting you suck him off.

you held onto his thighs for support, the fabric under his fingers grounded you as you sucked him off. your eyes fluttered closed as you bobbed your head up and down.

your mouth felt like a dream. he held onto you and rocked up a little against your mouth.

"you feel so good." he panted as he felt the heat in his body. his heart was a loud thump in his ears as he stroked your hair. you looked so good laid out between his legs with his cock in your throat.

it was so painfully dirty that it lit a fire in max's stomach. he softly met your pace and pushed his cock a little further into your throat. he exhaled deeply as you just took him so well.

"do you like the uniform?" he asked, "maybe next time i'll fuck you while you're wearing it. " he chuckled a little.

you got your mouth off of him and stroked his cock quickly, "don't get cocky." you raised your eyebrows then leaned in to lick the swollen head, "not a good look on you."

he gripped your hair a little tighter and replied, "but you love it." then guided your mouth back onto his cock. he set the pace a little bit as he moved your head up and down his cock.

you got it slick all the way to his balls. his cock felt good on your tongue as you felt the heat curl in your stomach. the heat throbbed in your head.

you two continued to work together. the soft noises and the sounds of your mouth on his cock were in the air. the soft curses and heavy pants. the shifts on the bed.

max was deeply in love with you, not that it was something that you questioned. but when you were sucking the soul of out him, he felt a big swell of pride in his chest that you were his.

"shit, i'm close." he groaned, the sweat caused the suit to stick to his back. it felt good, but he was reaching his peak.

you pulled your mouth away from his cock and hastily jerked him off. you were both panting with an intense head rush. max ran his fingers through his hair once more before he tensed up and climaxed.

ropes of hot cum reached across his chest and splattered onto a few of the logos on the uniform. but he couldn't care in that moment. he did wish that he got to finish all over those cute cheeks of yours.

no time like the present for that dream as he reached down and pulled your mouth up against his still erect cock. between heavy pants he said, "keep it in your mouth next time. clean me up.'

you looked back up at him before you started to lick his cock. your core throbbed, you'd get yours soon enough. but your driver boyfriend wasn't done yet. <3

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One-sided Reunion

In-ho/Young-il x gn!reader

Summary: You had been friends with In-ho since you were kids. In the games, there is a man who reminds you of the ghost from your past. In-ho couldn't help but ask you about him, and after the conversation goes poorly, he realizes how dire your situation is.

! warnings: discussing canon-typical violence

a/n: it's finally here! this was so fun to write, and i'm so excited to start writing more for squid game characters. there may be a part two to this one, so keep an eye out if you're interested.

In-ho expected a lot of things when he decided he would go undercover as a player in the newest set of games. He expected Player 456 to try to help the others beat the game with his past experiences. He expected to witness the plans to overthrow the gamemakers in action. He expected the usual danger and chaos and violence. He'd seen his fair share of games before.

He had never expected to see you. He must have skipped over your file during the recruitment process.

This was a pleasant surprise, of course. He always knew that leaving you behind was one of the hardest things he had to do when he left. Sure, leaving his family was another regret as well, but they had definitely become fed up with his behavior before he left for the games. And now, with what happened with Jun-ho, he grew to accept the fact that that bridge had been burned.

He didn't even know how you would have ended up in a place like this anyway. You were never the type to gamble, get caught up in illegal activity, or associate with loan sharks and the like. He figured you must have been there either to help someone or because someone dragged you down with them. He later found this out to be the case, as your father had been having money troubles and used you to try to dig himself out of the hole he made. In-ho had never liked your father.

The first time he saw you, his gaze lingered for a moment to try to make sure it was really you. Luckily, you hadn't noticed him staring, and he averted his gaze to avoid your suspicion. During the preparation process, he did catch you staring at him, however. He pretended not to notice. He didn't change too much appearance-wise since you last saw him, but the years apart were enough to cloud your memory for him to go unnoticed. His demeanor had definitely changed since you saw him as well. He was hardly the same man you knew.

You had definitely changed as well. You were still undeniably you, but there was a bit of that infectious spark gone from you. Your eyes were no like bright and expressive, likely from the struggles you face outside. He wondered how much of those struggles were caused by him. The two of you were very close growing up, and while the bond with his wife and his brother had been stronger, both of those bonds have been permanently severed. Your bond with him may also be severed by this point. He wouldn't know.

When you first started hanging around Gi-hun's group, he realized how much he has really missed you. Your humor, your wit, your compassion. You both worked amazingly together, and it felt like old times. He watched over you in the games as much as he could without suspicion.

After Mingle, Gi-hun had suggested that they start maintaining a look-out schedule to ensure the X's safety during the night. He seemed to anticipate another fight like the one that occurred during his first game. He was entirely correct in this assumption, as the Special Game was scheduled to start the next day after dinner. Dae-ho and himself were given first watch, but the ex-marine tapped out rather quickly. He left to go wake up someone else to continue.

When he heard footsteps, he turned to look but he couldn't make out anything except the red X patch on the jacket.

"Mind if I sit?" He heard your voice.

He shook his head. "No, it's fine."

You sat next to him with a soft yawn. While he and Dae-ho had been sitting in near silence, the two of you couldn't resist quietly chatting. About the games, about the voting situation, about the other players. Once you exhausted those topics, the conversation moved to things more personal.

"You know, you remind me of someone I knew outside of here." You said softly, looking over to the man beside you. You could hardly read the expression on his face in the dark, but you think he raised an eyebrow.

He was conflicted. On one hand he wanted to know how you felt about him—the real him—after he had left, but he didn't know how he would feel about your answer. What if you hated him? He knew how his mother and brother likely felt, and with his wife passing, you were really his only other connection to his life before the games.

Ultimately, he gave into the gnawing curiosity and decided to play along. "Oh really?".

You nodded. "Yeah, you look a lot like him." You started, pausing for a moment as you thought. "Or at least what I remember him looking like."

He acted puzzled by your phrasing, but he knew where this was going. "What do you mean by that?" He asked.

Your expression darkened, looking away from the man inside you. "I haven't seen him in a long time. It's been almost 4 years since he..." You trailed off, not knowing how to put the situation into words.

Young-Il frowned slightly. "Oh... I'm sorry. How did he pass?" He asked.

You shook your head. "No, he isn't dead. At least I don't think he is." You said before sighing. Your gaze lowered to your lap as you began fidgeting with your fingers

"He was a friend of mine since we were kids. I lived a few minutes away from where he and his brother lived. I remember he would always walk me home to my house and then turn around and go to his house. His mom was always annoyed with him because of it but he never stopped." You recalled, chuckling softly.

He forced his expression to remain the same even though he wanted to smile as he, too, recalled this pleasant memory. "He sounds like he is a great man." He said.

"Oh, he's the best." You said with a smile. "He had always been the kind of person that would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. He even donated his kidney to his younger brother when he had gotten sick."

He had two internal reactions to your description of him. Part of him was beaming with pride as you described him, glad you still thought of him highly after so many years. But there was also a pit forming in the bottom of his stomach as he wondered how you would react if you knew what he had actually been doing in the past few years.

He pressed further, indulging his curiosity about what you thought of him after everything that had happened. "What happened to him?" He asked, pausing before continuing, "If you don't mind me asking, that is."

You shook your head, murmuring a soft. "No, it's fine." before beginning: "Life gave him a bad deal. His wife had gotten sick, and they were struggling to pay for her treatments. He got fired from him job as a police officer. His brother told me he accepted a bribe, but I can't imagine him doing that."

He nodded slightly, making sure his expressions didn't raise any suspicion.

"His wife passed away in the hospital shortly after, and he kind of just disappeared. Packed some stuff and wasn't heard from again." You finished your thought. You took a deep breath to try to keep your composure.

He frowned. "That's awful." He said, shaking his head. Part of him felt awful for prompting you to talk about this when it clearly upset you, but another part selfishly wanted to know what you and his family thought of him now. He felt like a ghost haunting his own funeral, getting to find out what others thought of him when he shouldn't have been able to hear it. "Did anyone ever figure out what happened to him?"

You shook your head. "No. His brother tried to push for an investigation, but the leads ran dry. I know his family is still hoping that he's out there somewhere, but at least his brother is starting to lose that hope." You said.

"What do you think happened?"

The second he asked it, he wished he could take it back. You looked over at him in shock at his eagerness to know.

He felt his heart in his throat as he bowed his head slightly began to speak. "That was out of line, I apologize. I was wondering-"

"No it's fine I just..." You cut him off before pausing. "I just haven't tried to give it too much thought. Sounds too macabre."

Young-il nodded, understanding your hesitation. "That makes sense. I couldn't imagine that being an easy task."

In-ho, however, was somewhat dissatisfied with your answer. He struggled to believe that you hadn't given his disappearance thought until now.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment. The pause was much more awkward than he would have preferred. He thought about excusing himself to get out of the conversation, but you began to speak before he could suggest the idea.

"Honestly, it doesn't really matter what happened to him." You said softly.

His expression quickly turned into an almost confused disgust. What do you mean you don't care what happened to him? He was clearly taken aback by your comment.

You also gave him a puzzled look. He quickly remembered that he shouldn't have reacted so strongly to your statement. It definitely seemed strange for someone you had just met to react that way to a situation that didn't involve him.

Luckily, instead of questioning him, you rephrased your statement. "I mean that in the sense that no matter what happened, I just hope he's happy. I don't need an answer about his whereabouts specifically, but I just want to know if he's okay." You said, taking a deep breath to try to maintain your composure.

"How are you content with sitting by and not searching for him? If I were in your shoes, I would find him over anything." Young-il asked, trying to sound as empathetic as possible. Hopefully, you take his statement as him asking for advice rather than an attack on your character.

Your head snapped up to look at him. Your eyes narrowed as your gaze turned to a glare. You definitely didn't take that as a request for advice.

"Excuse me?" You asked, your voice louder than before but not loud enough to cause a commotion during lights out.

He tried to salvage the situation. "That came out the wrong way. What I meant was-"

"I really don't care what you meant. I just don't appreciate you accusing me of not caring about my best friend."

"That was not my intention. I was just..." He trailed off. Wait. Your best friend? You still considered him your best friend even after all these years.

He didn't have a lot of time to ponder your statement as you continued.

"I love him, okay? I've known him since I was seven years old. I would do anything to find him. You have no idea how desperately I searched for him, even longer than the police and his brother."

He couldn't do anything but sit there and take it all in. The whole situation was somewhat poetic. He was both the object of your fury and your admiration. You spat words at him about how much you cared about him.

You paused for a moment to sniffle softly and wipe the tears running down your cheeks. You took a deep breath before continuing. Your voice was quieter and your words were chosen more deliberately, but he could tell you were just as angry as before.

"My acceptance of his disappearance is not because I don't care about him. If he is out there living somewhere else without me in his life, that's fine as long as he's happy. I've only accepted the fact that maybe I wasn't enough for him, okay? Good enough of an answer for you?"

Despite all of the thoughts running through his head, he couldn't manage to say anything in response to you. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. After a moment of waiting, you scoffed and stood up. You headed back toward your bed, intending to wake up Gi-Hun for him to continue watch with Young-il.

In-ho knew he shouldn't have pried any further. How did he think you would be okay with him asking such questions? To you, he was a stranger, so he shouldn't have been so invested in your answers, but he couldn't resist. He really didn't have anything to lose at this point. This time tomorrow, he would be back in his position of the Front Man, and you could very well die in the games.

That realization hit him like a sack of bricks.

You could die in the games.

And he would have to watch it happen.

He felt a pit forming in the bottom of his stomach, finally beginning to comprehend the severity of the situation you both were in. He wasn't sure why it hadn't hit him earlier. Maybe while he was still a player, he thought he would be able to better protect you. But whenever he steps back into his role, he was going to be powerless to save you.

Ironic, considering he was one of, if not the most, influential man in the games.

Wait. He wasn't powerless at all. Quite the opposite, actually. It wouldn't be easy, but he could pull some strings to help increase the odds of your survival. He could do it tactfully in hopes that the staff wouldn't pick up on his intentions. But even if they did, it was highly unlikely any of them would have the gumption to confront him about it.

Even so, it seems like the players may choose to terminate the games after the tied vote anyway. If he played his cards right, he could orchestrate a way for you to come across him in the outside world.

But there was a glaring problem with this plan. If he ever met you in person again, you would likely realize that he was Young-il even if he introduced himself as In-ho. During the games, your constant adrenaline and overall fatigue would cloud your perception for now, but in the outside world, you likely would be able to see through the man's dual identities. Assuming you made it through the games. He had faith that you are capable of doing so, but this group of players is highly chaotic.

If you ever did find out about his position in the games, would you ever be able to forgive him for causing you and countless others so much pain and suffering? Thousands of players have died in the games, and some would argue that, therefore, they died by his hands. Even more than that, their families have to deal with the sudden disappearance of their loved ones. People outside the games would never understand that the positives outweigh the suffering tenfold.

There was one glimmer of hope left for him to ponder. You did say that you would do anything to have him back in your life.

Maybe anything could include setting aside your morals and accepting that the games do have merit to them. All he's doing is trying to better the world. No matter how unpleasant the means.

He made up his mind. He'd do whatever he could to get you out of there. He wouldn't make you win, of course. That would be too far and a clear violation of the rules. It was also wholly unnecessary for his reasoning.

However, getting you out unharmed is doable. That's something they've all done before after Il-nam wanted to become a player. And it was even happening with himself to a lesser extent. There's nothing that could stop him from pulling you out one way or another.

There were a lot of problems that may occur. Would you realize he was himself and not just Young-il? Would you even give him the time of day once learning his role in all of this? Could you even forgive him for leaving in the first place?

No matter. You were really his last shot at having any aspect of his past life back. He has no job to return to. His wife is gone. And he ruined any chance of reuniting with his brother when he put the bullet in his chest. You were it for him.

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Follow Your Nose

Robin's not happy about visiting his student's frat house but with each heady breath he finds new pleasures to be gained from the experience.

Another Musk based Frat TF! Not breaking new ground but I like how this one turned out haha! Also in the wake of my contest I'm restarting the queue on my other blog so if you want to see what I read/have any burning questions send them over there! Hope you enjoy this little scent-centric romp! -Occam

Robin hated being on this side of campus; he doesn't know why on Earth he agreed to do a homecall for office hours. Totally unprofessional of course, but the grad student was simply so tired of sitting in his cold office for nary a soul to show up. When Carlos reached out asking for some one on one assistance the T.A. agreed to venture to what he was told was a common study area. What Carlos hid from Robin was that it just so happened to be his frat’s living room. 

The researcher almost turned around and rain checked as soon as he saw. But after Carlos texted to thank him for his help, whatever scholarly version of the Hippocratic oath he took compels him to continue onward despite himself. It of course doesn’t hurt that the slightly younger man seems to have been made in a lab to attract Robin. Though the professional has done his absolute best to remain professional and push down the repressed desire. Though as he steps in this is made far more difficult.

Carlos welcomes him into the frat house clad in a far too tight, clearly stained, tee and what seem to be, impossibly gaudy, similarly tight, athletic shorts. Immediately Robin’s face sears with blush and the smirk that is almost always at home on Carlos’ face grows wider. Before the fratty fiend can get a word in the grad student speaks up, fighting through an embarrassing voice crack, “uHm- Mr. Esperanza if you wouldn’t mind, could you change into something more appropriate for our session?” Carlos tilts his head, deliberately exposes his midriff as he scratches it. After a moment he laughs and answers remembering why he’s dressed like this, “Oh sure sure no problema bro.” 

Robin’s eye twitches as his student opts for bro rather than his title, name, or anything vaguely respectful. The T.A. hears the man’s hands scratching thick hair out of sight before he sniffs his hand and rubs his jaw, continuing, “It’s just uhhh, my laundry’s still in the machine so this is all I could throw on before you got in huhuh.” Robin holds his tongue from deriding the man’s shoddy planning, I mean for god’s sake they had an appointment!

So intent on hiding his attraction to, and irritation at, his student, Robin doesn’t quite catch the glint in his eye as Carlos offers an idea, “if you wouldn’t mind, uhhh, professor? You could go grab me some pants or somethin’” Not wanting to correct Carlos’ switch up to a title far loftier than his own and before he can even humor the idea that he’d wander deeper into the frat house, the bro thanks him as if he’s already agreed. “Thanks much lil bro- I’ll get us all set up here. It’ll be the third door on your right but you can probably just follow your nose hahah!”

Robin squints his eyes at the brazen assumption that he’d do anything of the sort. And yet, preferring anything to confrontation, he acquiesces with a sigh. The faster they start the faster Robin’s out of here. But a step down the hallway his nose wrinkles as he realizes that Carlos was not being cute, he can genuinely smell the laundry room far down the hall. Taking a deep breath and centering himself before the air is full of more musky sweat than oxygen, he shifts his jaw in irritation at the situation he stumbled himself into and presses onward.

Robin pushes open the unreasonably heavy door of the laundry room and enters. He hears the door slam but keeps his eyes forward as he endeavors to spend as little time in here as possible. Pushing down rational questioning of why he is doing this, in his haste he makes the mistake of opening the washing machine rather than a dryer that would presumably hold Carlos’ clothes. Before he even realizes his mistake he is almost blasted back by the potent musk spilling out of the drum. Choking out a ‘why wasn’t this run…” as his eyes glaze over and he is overwhelmed by the scent.

It’s as if there are more particles of sweat in the air than, uh, air. His mouth falls open to avoid smelling but that only heightens the experience and leads to him taking deeper breaths. Despite everything in him screaming to leave now, Robin feels himself drawn towards the machine that simply must have been intentionally compiled to smell as musky as possible. As the seconds pass Robin feels his body begin to move of its own accord, like an out of body experience he sees himself inch closer to the machine. There’s a struggled swallow as he is suddenly conscious that he is drooling at the scent of the frat’s dirty laundry.

When his hand reaches into the filthy load of laundry he feels his autonomy return and he quickly draws back. Clothes almost crunchy with sweat, and other substances, he stands stunned as he tries to understand what he just did, why he did that. Only then does he notice that he is so hard that anyone who glanced in his direction would notice. It almost hurts as his cock strains against his underwear and pulses with deep need. 

Priority rapidly shifting to hiding his massive erection should Carlos stumble in Robin opts to adjust his pants. Rather than doing it surreptitiously as he would usually do, he shoves his hand directly in his underwear in a manner distinctly boorish. Notably he also plods around his underpants with his dominant hand, the same one that only just left the frat’s collection of their dirtiest tops, bottoms, and drawers.

Stained hand now touching his cock he is overwhelmed with the desire to never remove it from this spot again. Drool still pooling in his mouth, Robin almost forgets his surroundings as cock seems more impressive than it’s ever been before now. Or no, his hand seems larger, rougher, more powerful. He squints as the seconds pass and the sensations continue to shift before he looks down to find that his bulge is indeed larger than he has ever seen it. Biting his lip he glances at the door and, demonstrating his clearly fading rationality, decides ‘fuck it’ and pulls out his cock.

Haloed with pubes that are growing thicker, spreading further, with each quivering breath and graced touch from his stained hand. Pre drips from the head of his thicker cock as it stands high, beginning to rival the length of his forearm as it inches longer with each heartbeat, each uncontrollable pulse. He cups his balls to remove them from his underwear and is again struck dumb. God they’re itchy. 

He scratches at them as his nails almost draw back into his hand, to the eye of an observer they shift from manicured to the deliberately uncared for, dirty nails of a frat bro. Thus he must dig even deeper to satisfy his itching balls as long, thick curls begin to spread across them. Each drag across finds them larger than they were less than a second before. Each mindless scratch they hang lower, stretch his sack larger as his balls begin to rival the size of eggs and churn to fill him with hormones that will make it all the harder for him to think his way out of this, or any, room. 

Despite his mind awash, feeling his hand begin to mindlessly move to start masturbating in this frat’s laundry room he regains his senses. Fear suddenly overwhelms his lusts and need for pleasure as he tries to inspect his body. Looking down at his hands he finds they both have changed and the horrors have not stopped there. Thick dark hair and a haphazard tan have spread up his forearms and as he feels heat begin to burn on his bicep it’s clear this is a situation still ongoing. Robin struggles to stand and falls over on his face, squarely landing in some brute’s discarded briefs. Fighting back a smirk as he is inoculated with a direct dose of his frat brother’s musk, Robin rolls over in fear of the changes that must be about to begin on his face.

His nose adjusts as memories of breaking it twice assert themselves into his mind. Rob feels his biceps bulge against his forearms as he raises his hands to his face. Grunting and ignoring how much deeper his voice is as it echoes in the room, he talks to himself to begin his flight, “Mrgh, I gotta, get out of here.” Trying to pull his pants up, before they can even struggle to cover his monumental bulge and increasingly cushioned ass, his jeans are caught on his thighs. Muscle and fat press larger as they become two massive meaty trunks. Dropping the pants to inspect his suddenly impressive legs he flexes them and goes weak at the knees as desire tries to take over once more. 

Rob only just fights these rising instincts and makes for the door. Then does he find the most clearly sinister aspect of this situation yet, it’s locked. His uhh, boy? His bro. Yeah his bro trapped him in here. Fuckin’ Carlos did this to him on purpose he bets. Leaning against the door he finds his breathing suddenly inhibited by the tight shirt that he’s been wearing. Seeing his waist has apparently filled out, his stomach quivers with butterflies. He’s always been envious of his bro’s forms but man he looks just as killer huhuh. His widening upper body sends tears through the shirt without his hands even needing to tear the top off. 

Dressed in nothing but torn shreds on the floor of the, er his, frat’s laundry room Rob’s clouded mind observes the final touches of his new form. Weighty pecs pulse larger and hang over his new thick torso. Hamhock thighs frame a bulge that would make any mouth water. He scratches stubble growing thicker on his face while he begins to thoughtlessly masturbate against the laundry room door. Stretching his neck as it thickens to hold up a head growing thicker and mind growing duller, his mouth falls open and he appreciates the musk of his bros as if it's the most pleasant thing in the world to him. Were this the rest of his life the horny bro wouldn’t mind. Rubbing his torso as thick curls begin to decorate him like a beast. Treasure trail stretching from pubes thicker than foliage. He raises his free arm to bathe in his own musk.

His mouth waters as he realizes he doesn’t need to use these other’s fucker clothes to get off! He’s got the sweet stuff right here. Any shreds remaining of the prudish, frat-phobic teacher’s assistant vacate as he delights in his own pit. Thickening curls spread outward from deep in his pits as a truly voluminous mass begins to press out from under his arms. His tongue stretches out from his mouth into the jungle as it grows thicker, perpetually soaked in his new musk. And then Rob loses control. Decorating the walls and himself and finally adding his own mess to their little ode to locker rooms everywhere. 

Tongue out enjoying himself in what is apparently his new home, sweat begins to pool under the man’s discovery of new delights. It seems like forever for him but in reality, a few minutes later he feels the door push into him, “Yooo bro what’s takin’ you so long?” Carlos opens the door and pinches his nose to avoid the stink of the room and the overpowering scent of Rob’s first time.

 Rob’s dumb smirk and glazed eyes meet Carlos’ mischievous grin and the new brother speaks in his new bass, “Uhhh, didn’t you lock me in here bro?” His brother stifles laughter and ruffles Rob’s sweaty new haircut, “You dumbass huhuh- It’s a pull door.” It takes a few seconds for Carlos’ words to sink in but after realizing that he simply forgot how doors work he joins in laughing loud enough to shake the foundations of their frat house. “Brooo huhuh!” 

“Now throw something on so we can figure this shit out!” Rob goes to grab clothes from some stray hamper filled with someone’s dirty laundry and heads out. Walking out of his musky captivity, Rob finds a new warmth fill him as he wanders into the house, into his house. The frat didn’t quite need a new member but Carlos is more than happy to make the most out of his new brother. Not all of them are so unabashedly into their own musk but judging by Rob’s changes and the already returning erection in his shorts, Carlos can’t wait to see what the two of them will get up to in their new lives together.

[lesservillain]

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summary: attempts to get on your good side are made.

cw: sunshine!eddie x grumpy!reader, like really grumpy

wc: 5.7k

It started the week after Christmas. To most it could be seen as a peace offering. An olive branch being offered as a way to get on your good side. Something the person that left said offering at your desk had not done yet in the few short weeks he’s been working here.

When you walked back from the bathroom you noticed something on your desk that wasn’t there before. You picked up the small object and examined its wrapper; a small butterscotch morsel. You sighed, taking the candy in your hand and turning your attention to the bay.

Pushing open the door, you walked around the cars until you got to Bob’s station, stopping just a few feet away from where Eddie was bent over the hood of a Jeep. Taking aim, you reel your arm back, launching the piece of candy across the stations. It hits him smack dab in the back of the head, making his greasy hand reflexively reach for the spot where it hit. He leaned up, looking all around until his eyes met yours, and then he smiled.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he says, making you cringe. You hated the nicknames he gave you. 

“I told you not to call me that,” you spit, scrunching up your nose at him.

“Sorry, ma’am,” Eddie corrects, ducking his head down. He looks around at the ground around him until he finds the offending piece of candy, picking it up and holding it in his hand. “I see you got my gift,” he says, shaking candy in his hand.

“I don’t like butterscotch,” you say plainly, crossing your arms. Whether you actually liked butterscotch or not didn’t matter to you in this scenario.

“Really?” He says with a tilt of the head. “That surprises me. Took me for a butterscotch girl.”

“That’s what you get for making assumptions about me,” you say, rolling your eyes at him. He huffs out a laugh, unwrapping the candy and popping it into his mouth, his cheek puffing out from where the candy sits.

“I’ll try something different next time,” he says, giving you a finger gun.

“No, you won’t. Don’t do it again.”

But, of course, he didn’t listen.

A few days later, while you were on the phone with a customer that was, frankly, getting on your last nerve, the doors to the bay opened up. You ignored the sounds of the garage as you listened to the customer complain about the price of a part replacement, wishing you could just tell him to go somewhere else if he didn’t want to pay the price you were giving him. 

Just as you were about to speak again, you see something out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head to find Eddie with a finger over his mouth, instructing you to be quiet. Saying nothing, you watch him with a mouth agape as he reaches into his coverall pocket, pulling something out of it. His hand moves slowly, reaching over the counter and landing on the desk in front of you. His hand opens and he retracts it, leaving a Hershey kiss in it’s wake. You blink, looking at it dumbfoundedly.

“Hello? Hello?” You hear from the other side of the line.

“I’m sorry, sir, I was trying to see if I could find the part cheaper on another website,” you say as your recovery, shooing Eddie away with your free hand. Eddie takes the hint and scurries off, the sound the garage signifying that he did indeed leave.

You finish the phone call and hang up the phone. After threats of looking elsewhere, you finally convinced the man that you would have his car put at the top priority list if he stayed in business with you, which seemed to be enough to satisfy him. You brought your hands to your temples, attempting to massage the impending migraine away. Looking off to your side, the Hershey kiss catches your attention. You contemplate for a moment. The sweet treat didn’t sound like something so bad after that hellish conversation. But you didn’t want Eddie to think he won if you ate it. With a sigh, you grabbed the piece of chocolate and shoved it into your drawer for later.

But Eddie didn’t stop.

Every couple of days Eddie found a way to drop off a little piece of candy to you. It didn’t matter if you told him to quit playing around or that he was slacking off at his job, he was still sneaking you a kiss one way or another. They were starting making a little collection in your desk drawer, so you decided to take measures into your own hands.

“There,” you say placing the little glass dish that you got at the dollar store on the counter. You opened up your drawer and collected the candies, letting them cascade into the bowl with little thuds. Right on cue, the door to the bay opens up and fills the lobby with the sounds of rock music and various machine sounds.

“Oh, good,” you say, gesturing to the bowl in front of you, “just in time. Go head and make your deposit here.”

Eddie stops in his tracks, looking at the little candy filled dish. A toothy grin spreads across his face that slightly annoyed you. You were hoping he would be more upset, but he’s clearly more amused than anything. Reaching into the pocket of his coveralls, he pulls another kiss out and plops it into the bowl with a tink.

“This is a pretty good idea,” Eddie says, checking the bowl out, moving it a few inches with his finger.

“Thanks,” you say before sitting back down at your seat, unhappy with his complement. You swivel your chair to face your computer, going back to your business as Eddie stands at your counter. His finger taps on the marble and instantly annoys you. “Can I help you with something?” You ask, a bite to your tone.

“Actually, yes,” he says, leaning his top half over the counter and encroaching into your personal space. You look at him pointedly, but he doesn’t back off. “I need a part ordered.”

“Put in an order form then,” you say, keeping your eyes on your computer screen.

“It’s not for the shop,” he says, and that got your attention.

“What’s it for if it’s not for the shop?”

“It’s for my van. Kinda need a new muffler.”

“I thought you were louder than normal coming into the shop this morning,” you say, and Eddie laughs.

“Glad I could get your attention.”

“You know you still have to pay for the part,” you explain to him.

“I know, but your dad said I’d only have to pay shop price for it since I can put it on myself.”

“That’s true,” you say, pulling up one of the websites that you order your parts from. “What are you looking for?”

Eddie rounds the corner of your desk until he’s standing directly next to you. It catches you by surprise to the point where you stop and stare at him like he has two heads. You can smell the mixture grease and of his cologne wafting into your nose from how close he is to you.

Eddie says what he’s looking for, but you don’t react, still unsure of the sudden closeness of him to you. Eddie waves a hand in front of your face and it brings you back to the matter at hand. You take a hand and press it into his side, shoving him back a few steps.

“Personal space, please,” you finally say, shaking your head.

“Oh, sorry,” he responds, shifting where he stands. He repeats the part again, and you start typing it into the search bar. It takes a few awkward moments to load, but eventually the screen pops up with a few results for the muffler Eddie is looking for.

“That’s it!” Eddie says, his voice startling you as he’s now leaned in next to you as he looks at the screen. You turn to look at him, but he’s too focused on the monitor to notice your disgruntledness. “How much is it?”

“Looks like it’s running around $43 on this site,” you say, leaning away from him. He straightens up, bringing a hand to his chin.

“Do I have to pay it now?” He asks. “Or can I pay for it when it comes in?”

“We would charge it to the company and you would pay for it when the part comes in.”

“Awesome,” Eddie says nodding his head. “When would it come in?” 

“Probably within the week. This company is in the state so it doesn’t take long for parts to arrive.”

“And we get paid this week, so that should work out…” Eddie gets lost in thought for a moment, and you silently wish he would leave your space already.

“So you want me to order it?” You ask, hoping to speed this up.

“Yes, princess--I mean yes ma’am.” He corrects himself at the last second, but the nickname still sends a wave of anger through you.

“Alright, I’ll order it. Now, get back to work.” Eddie gives you a little salute before walking behind you and back through the bay doors.

“Is it okay if I work through my lunch?” You hear Eddie ask as he approaches your desk. 

“Sure you can,” your dad says, suddenly appearing from his office with a stack of papers. He sets them down in front of you and you grab them, looking through the invoices.

“Okay, cool. I’m gonna pull my van in, if that’s okay?” Eddie asks.

“Go ahead,” your dad says. Eddie gives a quick thanks and then is gone in a flash.

Just as he leaves, a growl erupts from your stomach, eliciting a laugh from your dad.

“Did you forget your lunch or something?” He asks.

“Left if on the counter,” you say frustratingly.

“Do you want some of mine?”

“No, I’ll just order something,” you say with a sigh, “Haven’t had the chance to think about it yet today.”

“Well, don’t wait too long, it sounds like your body is about to eat itself,” your dad says before heading towards the break room. You grumble under your breath, setting the papers that he gave you down before fishing through your drawer until you could find the Chinese take out menu. You dialed the number and placed your order, the restaurant giving you an estimated 30-45 minute wait time. Your stomach growled again, and but all you could do was agree to wait and hang up.

Sitting back in your chair, you look up to see the candy dish you had sitting up on the counter. You deliberated taking a piece and eating it to try and quell your hunger until your food arrived. Leaning back, you look out to see Eddie already has his car back up and is in the process of getting it set up to work on. Surely he was distracted enough that if you snuck a piece he wouldn’t notice.

You leaned forward in your chair, reaching out for the little pieces of temptation that were just in your reach. Snagging one, you examine it in your hand for a moment before unwrapping the wrapper. Wasting no time after it’s free of it’s confines, you pop the chocolate delight into your mouth and let the sweet taste hit your tongue. It tastes like heaven in your current state, ending all too quickly when you have to swallow it. 

Looking at the dish again, you think it couldn’t hurt to have one more. After all, it would be a while before your food showed up. You grab another piece, unwrapping it quickly and eating it without second thought. The second one turned into a third, and then a fourth. You couldn’t stop yourself, each piece of chocolate better than the last. It was only when you got the sudden feeling of being watched that you paused in your indulgences. Turning slowly, your eyes met with a pair of brown ones that matched the treats you were currently devouring. They were creased at the edges due to an upturned grin on the mans face that they belonged to.

You’d been caught taking the olive branch that had been offered to you. 

Out of instinct, you quickly raise your hand, your middle finger prominently on display as you flip off the man staring you down. He lets out a laugh that you can only see, the glass between you blocking out the surely obnoxious sound. You turn away from him with a growl, laying your eyes on the massacre that had happened to your desk. Picking up the trash can, you swept the small foils into the bin, getting rid of the evidence of what had happened. You had to remember to take out the trash by the end of your shift today.

Snow fell softly onto the ground outside of the office doors. It was a blinding site as you were up and personal with the glass at the current moment, wishing you had a way to cover the scene outside as you worked on the task at hand. It wasn’t one you were fond of, but it was one your dad insisted upon as the next impending holiday drew nearer.

For many reasons valentines day was not your favorite. It fed into the commercialization of holidays that you hated for one. It was also way too pink and red for your liking. But most of all, it was about the one thing you despised the most. The fake, ick ridden idea that love was something to be celebrated. It felt like the whole holiday was made to mock you and your disdain for the feeling that you swore to yourself that you’d never even sing about if you could help it. If Dolly Parton, as beautiful as she is, could write a song about another woman stealing her man, then you know love isn’t worth it.

And yet, here you are, hanging up the crude hearts and little cupids that your dad had you pick up from the local party store. You held the tape between your fingers, pushing up the current garland against the cold metal of the window frame until you found it sufficient, sticking said tape over the paper to keep it in place. The sound of the bay door caught your attention, and your face falls flat when you see your least favorite coworker.

“Having fun up there?” Eddie asks as he walks over to you, not quite as tall at you were standing on the step stool underneath you. 

“You think I’m having fun doing this?” You ask him, and he shakes his head.

“Knowing you, I’m sure you’re just delighted right now.”

“You know me so well already,” you say with a fake coo, bringing a hand to your heart for dramatic effect.

“That’s my job, sweethea-” You shoot Eddie a look that makes him stop mid sentence. “Sorry, ma’am,” he says with a nod, but he’s still smiling.

“Did you come to make a deposit today, Munson?” You ask, expecting a piece of chocolate to be pulled from his coveralls.

“Nope, you ran me dry. Gotta wait until all the Valentine’s chocolate goes on sale for more,” he says with a shrug. 

“Then what did you come in here for?” You ask, not sure why else he needs to be in here bothering you.

“It’s slow today,” he says pointing a thumb back at the bay, “Thought you might need some help.”

Initially the thought irritated you that Eddie wanted to slack off in the garage to help you. The guys out in the bay would never abandon their post, finding something to do to help out a bit. You wondered if Eddie even asked if anyone needed any help. But the more you thought about it, the more you thought about all the work you needed to get done that was being taken up by this stupid decorating. 

So, Eddie wanted to help you? Fine.

You step down from your stool and walk over to your desk, grabbing another garland and walking it over to him. “Here,” you say handing him the paper, “hang this up like I did that one.” You hand him the little roll of scotch tape and turn around, heading back to your desk. Wordlessly, you grab a stack of invoices and start going over them. 

If Eddie has any issue with the task you gave him, he didn’t say. Wordlessly, he followed your instructions and hung the garland up like you told him. You barely paid him much attention while you worked to separate the papers by date, and then again by name. It wasn’t until he approached the counter that you even remembered he was there. He looked over the other decorations that sat there and parsed through them.

“These need to go anywhere specific?” He asks, picking up a small stack of assorted hearts and other cut outs.

“Nope, just make it look nice,” you say, barely looking up at him.

“Aye aye, captain,” he says as he turns on his heel, walking away without another word.

From then on only the sounds of the radio and Eddie’s occasional ripping of tape or fiddling of papers could be heard in the lobby. You cringed at the lovey-dovey songs that came from your dad’s office, wishing you could go in and just turn the damn thing off at this point.

“Hey Dad,” you called towards his door. You only called him dad at work if you really wanted something, so you hoped he would be more inclined to listen to your request by calling him that.

“Yes dear?” He calls back in a sing songy tone.

“Can you put it on The HXC, please?”

You hear the scrambling static of the radio stations as your dad turns the dial, eventually landing on the local rock station. It’s about half way through Metallica’s Master of Puppets, which wasn’t your favorite, but it was better than the bullshit playing before. 

“Oh, hell yeah,” you hear Eddie say. Looking up at him, you see he looks as if he’s playing air guitar to the music, bobbing forward and back as he does.

“Fan of Metallica?” You ask him. He stops and turns to look at you, almost surprised that you’re even speaking to him.

“Huge fan,” he says with a grin and you nod your head. “I know this song on guitar.”

“Of course you play guitar,” you say, rolling your head dramatically as you speak.

“Does that do anything for you?” He asks playfully, his eyebrows jumping up and down.

“Not a lick,” you say, deadpanning him.

“Damn, I was sure you liked guys in bands.” He says, snapping his fingers.

“Another assumption,” you say, pointing at him. “Bold of you to assume I like anything. Or anyone for that matter.”

“You don’t even have a celebrity crush?” You shake your head. You may have a poster of David Lee Roth in your room, but Eddie didn’t need to know that. You told yourself it was more for appreciation sake than admiration anyway. “Damn, do you like anything?”

“I like rock music an and ice cold beer.”

“You must be your father’s favorite son,” Eddie quips with a laugh.

“I like girly things, too,” you say defensively. 

“Do you like flowers?” How specific.

“I like some flowers.” You think for a moment. “Mostly sunflowers. They bloom at my favorite time of year.”

“Ah, so you’re a fall girl, huh?”

“I like the transition between summer and fall. The weather starts to cool down, but isn’t too cold yet. And it’s close to Halloween.”

“Oh, you like Halloween? What’s your favorite scary movie?” Eddie asks, walking over to your desk, leaning over the counter.

“Um, probably Halloween. Big fan of Michael Meyers.” 

“That’s a good one. What about Friday the 13th?” 

You shift in your chair to better face him. “It was good, but not my favorite. I couldn’t believe it was his mom the whole time.”

“I know! What a twist, right?” Eddie says throwing his hands up.

“Right! I was so--wait a minute.” You put a finger up and close your eyes. “We’re at work. We should be working.”

“Shit, you’re right. Sorry, boss!” Eddie calls out towards your dad’s office.

“You guys were fine! I was enjoying the conversation,” your dad says.

“Shoo,” Eddie says pretending to wipe his forehead with his hand. “Not gonna lose our jobs today.”

“I wasn’t worried about that,” you say, peering around him to check out the work he’s done. To your surprise, it doesn’t look half bad. The hearts all seem to be in a neat zig-zag pattern along the glass of the bay, alternating between designs so it doesn’t look too crowded in one spot. “Not bad,” you say, giving a nod towards the decorations.

“Oh, thanks,” Eddie says, turning to look at his work. “It’s kinda nice to turn your brain off and just tape things.”

“I have stuff to hang from the ceiling if you’re ready for the next task,” you say, reaching under your desk for a plastic bag full of more decorations.

“Yeah, I can do that,” Eddie says, looking up at the ceiling. “I’ll probably need a ladder, though.”

“Well, duh. Didn’t expect you to jump the whole time,” you say with a laugh. Eddie’s head snaps to you, a wide grin spreading across his face. “What?” You ask, unsure of his reaction.

“You laughed,” he said.

“Yeah, I know how to laugh,” you say defensively. “I’m not as stuffy as you think I am. I just take my job very seriously. This place is going to be mine one day and I treat it as such.”

“That’s so cool.”

“What, that I’m going to own this place?” Eddie nods. You shrug, not trying to make a big deal out of it. “I don’t know if it’s “cool,” per say. It’s a lot of responsibility.”

“Yeah, but you’re going to be a cool boss lady. Can’t wait to work under you.”

The thought of Eddie being someone under you one day was enough to make you smile. You’d be his boss, and you’d get to tell him what to do without question from your dad.

“That’s if you make it that long,” you chuckle.

“True, but I don’t see myself leaving anytime soon. Really like it here so far.”

“That’s because you’re in here doing piddly work for me instead of your actual job.”

Eddie waves his hand at you with a pshh. “That’s just an added perk. I really do like working on cars. It’s fun to do stuff with my hands.”

“Well, I guess we’ll see what happens. Maybe you’ll be the next Bob. He’s been here since the previous owner.”

“Yeah, that dude is seriously old. Like, should have retired ten years ago old.”

“He tried to, but I think his wife was trying to get him to go out more and he didn’t want to, so he came back to work.”

“He kinda reminds me of my uncle. Really hard worker.” Eddie’s cheery expression drops at the mention of his uncle and you’re quick to wonder what could be making him so despondent over the subject. But, you choose not to pry for the sake of time being more wasted.

“Well, you better go get that ladder,” you say after a quiet beat. Eddie looks at you and nods.

“Where’s it at?”

“In the back room,” you say, pointing your thumb behind you. Eddie nods again and takes off.

You get a few moments of peace before Eddie is lugging the ladder into the lobby. He gets right to work, not bothering to ask you where things should be hung. But he seems to be getting on fine on his own, so you preoccupy yourself with your work. A solid hour goes by with no words spoken, only the sounds of the radio and Eddie going up and down the ladder to be heard. It was slow season in the shop, so you were able to get a lot done in a fairly quick amount of time. Setting down the final invoice, you decide it’s time to take a smoke break.

“Tony, I’m running outside,” you call out, throwing on your jacket.

“I’ll cover phones,” your father calls back.

“Takin’ a smoke?” Eddie asks as he descends from the ladder.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back. There’s more in the bag you can put up if you want.”

“I’m gonna come out with you if that’s cool,” Eddie says, setting the remaining decorations down on the counter. You sigh, sagging your shoulders.

“Well hurry up then,” you say as you head for the bay door.

Eddie rushes ahead of you, pulling the door open and holding it for you. He does a bow to usher you inside the bay and you roll your eyes at him. Once you’re through the threshold, Eddie bolts past you to his locker, quickly putting his coat on as he tries to catch up with you. As you push the door open, his long arm extends from behind you, his body going flush against yours as he swings it open all the way. The cold air hits you and instantly chills your body, but you rush into it just to get away from the man standing behind you.

“You really have a problem with personal space,” you say as you walk over to the plastic ashtray. 

“Would you be surprised to hear that I’ve been told that before?” Eddie says, fishing through his pocket for his cigarettes.

“Not at all. I think you need a ruler to help you judge your distance sometimes,” you say, pulling your lighter out to light your own cigarette. You try to spin it a few times, but it just wont seem to catch a spark no matter how hard you try.

“Need a light?” Eddie asks, taking a few steps toward you.

“Fuck, I guess so,” you say shaking your lighter to find it’s ran out of fluid. You turn towards him and flip your hand palm side up, fully expecting him to hand you his lighter. Instead, you find him directly in front of you, which makes you stop in your tracks. He raises his hand, capturing the end of the cigarette in your mouth and holding it in place. You watch as he brings the end of his own lit cigarette and connects it with yours. You get a good look at him up close; his face covered in small freckles and a scar on his cheek. His plump lips wrapped around his cigarette. His big, brown eyes that look up at you, making you feel caught for looking.

“Puff on it,” Eddie says around his cigarette when you don’t do anything. Your brain kicks back on after not being able to compute the closeness and you start to puff on the stick, feeling the heat entering your mouth as the cigarette catches. Smoke billows from between your lips and you would think Eddie would take that as his cue to pull away. But he doesn’t. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke pour from his mouth barely a foot away from your face. You take a step back from him, starting to feel uneasy with how his proximity was making you feel.

“J-just give me the lighter next time,” you say, turning your head to blow the smoke from your mouth.

Eddie smiles at your words, finally straightening up and putting some distance between the two of you. You release the tension in your shoulders that you didn’t realize you were holding and bring the cigarette to your mouth to take a long drag from it.

“You have pretty eyes.” You look at Eddie with shock, not expecting him to say something like that to you.

“Don’t look at my eyes,” you say as you turn around, feeling a blush creeping up on your face. Eddie laughs, walking around you to be in front of you again. You turn once more, but he just follows you as you move. “Ugh, you are so annoying,” you say, stomping your foot in frustration.

“I’ve been told that before, too,” Eddie says with a laugh.

“Yes, there was a part that was supposed to be delivered to us yesterday, but we still have not received it?” 

It was another typical day in the office. A part not being delivered when promised. People dropping off their cars with complaints about noises from their engines or their heaters not working. The radio playing sappy love songs that drove you crazy with each passing second. Well, that was not typical, but your dad insisted on keeping the station on considering the special occasion.

It was valentines day.

“Okay, I’ll hold,” you say, letting out a sigh when you heard the sound of waiting music start playing. As you tapped the pen on your desk, you felt the cold rush of air coming in from the front door. Not bothering to look up, you tell them politely that you’ll be with them momentarily and continue waiting on the phone. It was only when your name was said that you finally looked up at the customer.

Only, it wasn’t a customer.

“Are you her?” The man asks. A sinking feeling fills you as you see he’s holding a bouquet of roses.

“Maybe,” you say slowly, still holding the phone to your ear as you stand.

“Well, these are for her. So if you could make sure she gets them, I’d appreciate it.” The man sets the glass down on the counter and turns around, heading out the door to leave, another cold gush of wind following behind him.

You’re left with the roses on your desk, staring you down. Picking them up, you bring them closer to examine them.

“Hello, are you still there?” The voice on the other line pulls you from your current predicament, leaving you to set the roses aside for later. They sat there, mocking you as you argued on the phone with the parts dealer about not meeting their deadline and putting your shop behind. But after sorting out the ordeal that was the missing part, your mind is immediately back on the flowers that taunted you during the duration of your call.

Maybe your dad got them for you? You don’t know why he would, knowing about your feelings towards the holiday, but you wouldn’t totally put it past him. Would it be weird to admit that you kind of enjoyed getting them? It goes against all your morals, hating the idea of love and all, but it was nice that someone thought of you. Oh god, are you smiling over flowers?

Grabbing the vase, you spin the flowers around to look at them closer. That’s when a little card catches your eye. You pluck it from it’s stand and read it over.

“Sorry they’re not sunflowers.

Love, Eddie”

“That son of a bitch,” you whisper to yourself. You immediately stand from your chair, taking the vase in your hand and march right out into the bay. “Eddie Munson!” You call out, loud enough to be heard over the music. The guys all stop what their doing and look at you, watching intently as you stomp your way over to where Eddie was working on a car that was up on the lift.

“Oh, hey,” he says when he notices you. 

“Don’t “hey” me,” you spit, stopping just short of him. “What the hell is this?” You shove the vase into his chest.

“I see you got my gift. Happy Valentine’s day, sweetheart.” He says with gooey sentiments.

“Have you not gathered that I don’t do Valentine’s day. Or love. Or any of this bullshit.” You continue to shove the flowers in his chest, but he doesn’t budge, simply shoving his hands in his pockets.

“You told me you like flowers. I told them to put on there my apologies for them not being sunflowers. Did they forget that?” He asks with genuine concern.

“No, it’s on there,” you say, relenting and pulling the flowers away from him.

“Oh, good. I asked them for sunflowers. But, like you mentioned, they are out of season.”

You huffed, wrapping your hands around the vase and look down at the flowers. Sure, they weren’t sunflowers, but Eddie did try to get them for you. Was it really such a bad thing for someone to do something nice for you? “You really asked them?” You say, not looking up at him.

“I did,” he says with a smile. “But,” he starts, taking a step towards you, “if you don’t want them, I’ll gladly take them back. Give them to someone else. I’m sure I can find someone out there who wants to be my valentine.” His hand reaches out for the flowers, but you snatch them away, turning your body from him.

“Like hell you will,” you say, taking a step back. You don’t miss the way Eddie lights up when you reject his offer, and it almost has you taking it back and telling him to shove them up his ass instead. But, you’d be damned if something that belonged to you was going to go to someone else. “You got these for me, so I’m keeping them.”

“I guess if that’s what you want,” Eddie says with a shrug.

“It is,” you say, clutching the flowers to your chest. “But, that doesn’t mean I’m your valentine. So don’t take it that way.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Eddie says before turning back to his car. You give him a hmpf before turning around to leave the bay. That’s when you notice all the eyes are on you. 

“What?” You call out, and the guys all go back to what they were working on before. 

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Secret Secret - Chapter 8

OT8 Straykids x reader, ABO AU

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The 2-and-a-half-hour flight from Incheon to Narita was single handedly the most terrifying 2 and a half hours of your life. Sat in between a random girl in her early 20’s and one of the stylists, you clutched the elbow rests for dear life as the plane shook from turbulence.

The girl side-eyed you. “If you're going to puke, don't do it on me”

You didn't even have the energy to correct her on her assumption. You were sure anybody who glanced at your pale and pinched face would assume you were just a nervous flyer but guessing that your nerve wrecked frame was thinking about the metaphorical bomb currently resting down below in the cargo area was the furthest thing from anybody’s minds. Except, maybe, Chan.

Chan, who had tried to reassure you in the half hour before he boarded (you didn’t board until later, with most of the other staff), and who you hadn’t talked to since the flight took off.  Chan, who you knew from the few weeks you had been working with him would surely take responsibility for anything wrong that happened. Who held way too much weight on his shoulders. You almost felt guilty for needing his help, but at the same time relieved that at least you weren’t going to go through this alone.

The moment the seatbelt sign was off, you were determined to get some space. You licked your lips and forced a smile onto your face, turning to the stylist next to you. “Sorry, excuse me. I need to use the bathroom.”

She gave you an odd look but made no move to get out of her seat, instead leaning back in her seat and giving you an expectant look. You shuffled past her and practically ran to the bathrooms in front of you, almost entering the empty room when the curtains leading to the first-class section shifted to the side, and you blinked up at Felix.

“Oh, good. I was just going to go looking for you,” He whispered behind his mask, glancing behind you and then shuffling to the side. “Come here.”

The two of you moved to the smaller area where drinks and snacks were held, the area empty and out of view of the rest of the cabin. After confirming there wasn’t anyone watching, he dropped his mask and swiped his hoodie back, running his fingers through his hair.

“Please tell me Chan has a plan,” You practically begged, fingers gripping his arm a little tighter than you normally would.

“He has a plan,” Felix said slowly, looking like he didn’t quite believe the words coming out of his mouth.

You stared at him expectantly, but when he didn’t elaborate, you frowned. “Why do I have a feeling he doesn’t actually have a plan?”

“No, he does!” Felix insisted. “It’s just … probably not one you’d like.”

“What do you mean?”

He gave you a sheepish smile.

-0-0-

You were going to murder Chan.

To be fair, you weren’t coming up with any great ideas to deal with the problem you had caused to begin with, but when he told you he had a plan, you weren’t expecting to be directly involved. You paced in front of the elevator of the hotel you had been set up in, two floors below where the boys were settled in, waiting for the confirmation text from Felix.

It was a simple plan, which should have eased your worries.

Felix was roomed with Hyunjin. Hyunjin had a sensitive nose and liked to shower after getting off the plane. So, while he was in the shower, Felix would get the suppressant for you and hand it off before he finished.

Simple.

But your mind couldn’t help but go over the million ways that everything could go to shit over and over again as you anxiously waited, wearing a hole in the fancy carpet that probably cost more than a year of your paycheck.

For starters, if Hyunjin opened his suitcase to get a change of clothes before getting in the shower, the towel wrapped bottles would be right on top, ruining the entire plan. Felix assured you that Hyunjin usually grabbed his clothes after his shower (which provided an image you desperately tried not to think about), but usually was not enough of a reassurance for you.

Then there was the worry you would be caught on their floor.

As an employee it wouldn’t be totally out of the norm to be up there, but as only a translator it would be odd for you to be interacting with the members outside of work reasons, and you desperately wanted to avoid rumors or any attention to yourself at the moment. And if somebody caught you with the suppressants in your hands, it would also make this entire plan pointless.

Not to mention the time constraints.

You didn't have to worry too much about your company assigned roommate, since she was a makeup artist you didn't know too well, and she had excused herself to another colleague's room after throwing her bag onto one of the beds. On the other hand, the boys had an interview in 2 hours and would only be given an hour at the most to unwind, get changed, and then they would be leaving. You had to rely heavily on Chan to make sure the other members wouldn’t be roaming the halls or in the elevator when you had to go up.

And as if your thoughts had summoned it, your phone buzzed in your hands.

You froze, taking a moment to just stare down at your phone with wide eyes, and then you pressed the elevator button.

It took exactly 43 seconds for the doors to the fifth floor to open up, and you shuffled quickly down the hall to room 502, which unfortunately was at the very end of the hall. The very door you were heading towards opened a few seconds before you reached it.

Felix peeked his head out, face breaking out into a blinding smile when he saw you. “Hey!”

“Shhh!” You hissed, getting closer. “You got it?”

He pulled his hands out from behind the door, and you nearly cried at the sight of the toweled bundle. Everything had gone to plan so far.

“Here. You should get back soon, Hyunjin won't be long.”

You accepted the bundle, cradling it close to your chest like it was a baby. “Thank you.”

“Felix?”

The two of you shared a wide-eyed look as Hyunjin called out from the room. He waved you off before closing the door behind him, and you shuffled back towards the elevator while looking down at the towel to make sure both bottles were still in there.

As you were two doors from the elevator, the last door to the right suddenly opened, and Minho paused as you passed him.

It was only pure adrenaline that kept your feet moving when your entire body wanted to freeze. You cursed whatever god was listening.

Of all times.

A minute later and you would have been in the clear.

You pressed the button for the elevator and held your breath, waiting for him to say something. But he didn't, and you quickly got onto the elevator and pressed the button for your floor without looking up, too scared at what you might see. It was only as the doors began to close that you risked a glance, only to find Minho already walking away, his back the last thing you saw as the door shut.

You bit your lip hard enough it started to bleed.

Well, that went well.

-0-0-

For the entirety of the day, and then the following, you found yourself wondering if Minho would confront you.

Both Chan and Felix (who you had frantically sent a message to the moment you returned to your own room) assured you that Minho wasn't the curious type and wouldn't tell anyone, but you found yourself still staring at him every time you were in the same room.

Thankfully, the actual work at hand left you busy enough that your worries didn’t have time to fester into anxiety. Translating during interviews would be easier when in English speaking countries, but Japanese was a language that the boys were only familiar with from an idol’s perspective, so complicated questions had to be simplified, and slang had to be translated.

You were still impressed at how much Minho seemed to understand, and Chan did his best to answer what he could in Japanese, but more often than not, it was quicker if you translated for the interviewer. All in all, it was one of the last interviews of the week, two days before their first concert, and you were ready to wrap everything up.

And then the last question was asked.

At first, you had simply thought you misheard it and asked the interviewer to repeat the question, mentally going through the approved list of questions that had been confirmed weeks ago. As far as you were concerned, the questions should have been over. And then the question was repeated, and your mind seemed to catch up to the actual words being spoken by the middle-aged Japanese man as if he was asking about the weather.

You weren’t sure if his nonchalance made the question worse or not.

There was a moment of silence. You glared at the interviewer, he smiled pleasantly at the group, and the group were starting to realize something was up as they all looked expectantly over at you.

You refused to return their gazes, keeping your mouth shut.

After what felt like a minute, but was only a few seconds, the interviewer finally realized something was up. He turned to look at you as well, but at your continued silence, he then turned back to the group with an awkward laugh and had the audacity to start trying to ask the question in English!

It was butchered, the verb he was starting to use was the wrong one, but you didn’t even want the members to get even an idea of the horrible question he had thought was at all appropriate to ask.

You cut him off. “Thank you so much for this interview. Unfortunately, that’s all the time we have today.”

Even speaking in Japanese, you’re sure your voice gave away your anger, and a few of the members (even a staff member in the corner) all gave you wide eyed looks as you stood up, ushering the interviewer away.

You were thankful that the team’s security members, despite not speaking a lick of Japanese, were quick to pick up on the change in vibes, helping you get the interviewer out of the room. You spared only a short glance back at the group- at the confused and worried look that Chan had- before you spun on your heels and followed them all out.

The moment the doors were closed, the interviewer was rounding on you, pushing against securities hold on him. “What was that? I didn’t even get to thank them-“

“You’re lucky I don’t call the cops on you for that incredibly inappropriate question you just asked!” You yelled at him.

“Please, as if it’s a crime to ask a question,” he scoffed.

“It’s harassment, is what it is.”

“It’s a perfectly reasonable question in Japan-“

“I don’t care!” You shouted, and the security member closest to you gave you a look. You ignored her. “It should never, never, be appropriate to ask a pack about their mating cycles! The fact that you think it is, is disgusting! You should be ashamed of yourself. There is a reason we have a list of approved questions, and it’s so our idols do not get embarrassed or feel attacked by an interviewer.”

The interviewer shifted uncomfortably as he realized that the people in the hall were now all staring at the scene. “It’s a legitimate medical question. If they’re going to be on tour for such a long time, it’s bound to cause delays, a-and their fans are entitled to know!“ he stuttered out.

“Get him out of my sight,” You told the security guards in Korean, and without listening to the protest’s the interviewer tried to give, you walked back into the room you had just left.

You nearly hit Jisung in the face with he door, and he began to sputter as he realized he had been caught listening in. The other boys, all way too close to the door to not have been eavesdropping as well, at least had the decency to pretend they weren’t. You ignored them, making your way over to the manager.

You could feel a headache growing in your temples.

“I need you to blacklist that interviewer, maybe get in touch with the company he works with. He should never be allowed to interview any of our idols again,” You whispered softly to Soojin, and he gave you a worried look.

“Do I want to know what he asked?”

“No, you don’t.”

-0-0-

The first day's concert went by without a hitch. You translated anything the boys struggled to say in Japanese, but they had been practicing their lines, and any improvised sentences were simple enough that even the members less familiar with the language could react in their own way. There was one embarrassing moment where you had been too busy laughing at something Felix had said that it wasn't until the crowd's yells of confusion clued you in to the fact that he had spoken in Korean, not Japanese. You quickly translated his words over the exclamations of the other members.

It was only after the concert, in the hotel bar late at night, that you finally managed to talk with Chan since the flight. It wasn’t planned, but the moment you spotted the alpha sitting by himself at the end of the bar you found yourself heading in his direction, only taking a moment to make sure that nobody was looking in your direction.

There were only three other individuals in the bar, one of them the bartender. It made sense.

It was nearly 2 in the morning.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” You wondered, making yourself comfortable in the seat next to Chan.

He startled, eyebrows shooting up as he spotted you. He said your name softly, like he wasn’t really sure you were there, and then he smiled. “I could ask you the same thing.”

You shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Chan nodded. “Me either.”

In reality, you had woken up from a nightmare. You couldn’t remember anything that had happened in your dream, only that it had left you with a feeling of dread. The hotel bar wasn’t your original destination, but the restaurant had been closed, and you were suddenly glad you had decided to get a drink instead of laying in your bed for the rest of the night. Chan’s presence was surprisingly calming.

The bartender made his way over, giving you a tired smile. “What can I get you?”

You ordered your favorite drink, and it wasn’t until it was brought over, and you had taken a sip, that Chan finally spoke.

“Thank you,” He whispered.

“Hmm?”

Chan let out a sigh, straightening up and turning to you. “Thank you. For defending my pack against the interviewer yesterday.”

You stared at him with a blank stare for a few seconds, mind racing as you tried to figure out what gave it away. “Who told you?”

“One of the security guards speaks Japanese. We’re close.”

“Ah.” You were suddenly a lot thirstier, sipping at the rest of your drink to keep from having to speak until you realized that he had thanked you. “Right. You’re welcome.”

There’s a moment of awkward energy, where you’re suddenly not sure if you should leave or not, but then he lets out another sigh. He stands up slowly, placing a hand to the back of your chair as he passes behind you.

“Get some sleep,” he murmurs, and then he’s gone.

It wouldn’t be until you were finished with your own drink and ready to leave a few minutes later that you learned he had paid for your drink.

-0-0-

The second day was setting up to be fairly similar to the first. You were starting to get into a pre-show routine, which allowed you a moment of calm to listen to music and hang out in the staff resting area while the others were running around getting everything set up. You would only be needed right before the concert started, having already gone through sound check and made sure your microphone was working fine.

According to your phone, you still had around 40 minutes until you needed to head towards the backstage area you would be translating from.

You closed your eyes again and planned on getting in a quick nap.

Your earphone did a good job of blocking out noises, but you could still hear the door opening every once in a while, and people chattering, though you couldn’t make out the words. You were hidden somewhat in the back of the room, laying on a couch that was facing another couch with a table in between.

In between songs, you could hear footsteps approaching.

You had planned to ignore it, thinking it was just another staff member looking for some peace and quiet, but the footsteps weren’t heading towards the couches in the back. You paused your song and lifted your head, only to be met with an empty room.

Confused, you looked around.

The door was still closed, but you could have sworn the footsteps hadn’t left. It wasn’t until you sat up, the leather of the couch making a squeaking sound as your weight shifted, that you noticed the figure huddled in the corner.

Jisung stared at you with wide eyes, like he was also surprised to see you there. Considering your clothes blended in to the couch, he very well might have been.

“Oh, sorry-“ You paused, noticing his pale face, the way his shoulders were moving too quickly, and the fear that was starting to burn your nose.

Oh.

“Jisung, are you okay?” You asked him, even though you knew the answer.

He bit his lip, face falling before he hid it in between his arms, legs curling up against his body until he was protected from your sight.

The distressed scent grew stronger.

You swore softly, moving quickly but carefully towards the panicking beta.

For a moment, you were glad that he wasn’t an omega. The scent of a distressed omega would linger far longer than that of a beta, and that would bring way too much attention to you, regardless if it was your scent of not.

Jisung didn’t move even as you got close. You paused near the table in between the two of you, eyeing his shoulders carefully to make sure he wasn’t hyperventilating. It seemed as if it was more of an anxiety attack at the moment, possibly embarrassment at breaking down in front of you.

You grabbed a bottle of water just in case.

Less worried knowing that the beta was actually breathing fine, you allowed yourself to get comfortable on the ground next to him. It was silent for a few minutes, in which you sent a quick message to Chan from the number he had given you all that time ago.

Y: 'Jisung is in the staff lounge. He seems upset.’

You received a reply instantly.

C: 'Minho’s on his way.’

Y: I don’t think he wants any company right now.’

Despite being read instantly, you didn’t receive a reply. You assumed that there must have been a conversation of sorts, and Minho was either convinced not to barge into the room or had been held back, because the doors remained close until Jisung finally let out a sigh, lifting his head.

He eyed you with red eyes. “I’m sorry.”

You offered him the water bottle without a word, giving him a reassuring smile and then allowing him some privacy to put himself back together.

Your phone beeped from your alarm.

“You have thirty minutes before the show starts.” You gave a quick look over, noticing his stage outfit and tear-stained cheeks. “You should probably get a makeup artist to help with … you know.”

You motioned to his face, and he nodded, still looking unsure.

Even with the lingering pressure, Jisung made no moves to get up or leave. You allowed him another minute, and then let out a sigh.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Jisung huffed. “I don’t-“

“It’s okay if you don’t.”

“No, it’s okay. I just … sometimes I just have bad days,” He admitted, playing with the cap of the water bottle.

“Everyone has bad days,” You offered, then wondered if your words would be taken the wrong way. You quickly added. “People will understand if you’re not okay.”

“I know. But being an idol, it has so much … so many expectations. To go out there, to people who paid sometimes hundreds of dollars, who made plans to come see us, who might never see us perform again, just to not give it my all …”

He trailed off, wiping his eyes as they began to tear up again.

“I just don’t like feeling this way.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. You weren’t sure there was anything you could say. Instead, you offered him some emotional support, leaning your head against his shoulder and wishing that you were open as an omega and able to help him calm down with your scent.

But the next best thing came in the form of Seungmin finally opening up the door. He eyed you two carefully for a second, unsure if he should come in, but Minho pushed past him and didn’t hesitate to make his way over.

“Jagi,” he breathed, looking relieved once he was close enough to gauge that his fellow member was okay. Just in case, he asked, “are you okay?”

Jisung nodded his head, and you pulled away in worry that your presence might be in the way.

Seungmin walked in at a much calmer pace, pumping out the much-needed calming hormones. “You having a moment, hyung?”

Jisung laughed. “Don’t call me that you little gremlin.”

Minho and Seungmin both seemed to lose some of the tension in their shoulders at his reply. You were surprised when you made to get up, only to have Minho’s attention on you at the slightest movement. For a second, you felt like a prey animal about to be pounced.

He raised an eyebrow at you, and despite staring right at you, his next question was still directed to Jisung. “Do you need some more time?”

It was only as his gaze dropped down that you realized you were holding Jisung’s hand in your own. You flushed in embarrassment, but your reaction only drew a downright predatory grin from the Alpha. Seungmin sighed.

“We don’t have that much time,” He muttered, shooting Jisung an apologetic look. “If you want to sit this one out, you need to let us know now.”

Jisung shook his head, giving your hand a squeeze. “No, it’s okay. I’m okay.”

He said it almost to himself, but you smiled reassuringly when he faced you.

“Thank you,” He said, with more confidence than you expected. You watched as he got to his feet, remembering the conversation you had had not that long ago.

‘I guess it’s easy when you’ve got a stadium full of beautiful people screaming your name’

“I’ll be cheering you on,” You told him, raising your first and shaking it towards him. “Fighting!”

And with a genuine smile, Jisung left looking better than when he had arrived. Seungmin gave you a small nod as he followed, but Minho lingered long enough to watch you get to your own feet and begin to gather your things. You expected him to say something, but he finally left without a word.

-0-0-

Finding Chan in the hotel bar later that night wasn’t as much as a surprise as it had been yesterday.

You sat down without worry. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

He laughed, giving you a soft look as he slid a drink over to you. It was the same one you had ordered the day before. You blinked in surprise.

“How did you know I was going to show up?”

“I didn’t,” He offered, looking down at his own drink. “But I hoped. I wanted to be able to thank you again, for what you did for Jisung.”

You shrugged. “I just did what felt right. He looked like he needed a friend.”

Chan continued to stare at the side of your face, and you hoped he would blame the blush that was starting to creep up your neck on the alcohol.

Once again, he paid for you as he left.

After everything that happened that day, you were more than eager to settle down and try to get some sleep. You would have a day off tomorrow and the day after, but there were a few more interviews scheduled for the weekend before you’d be flying out on Monday. So far, you were glad to know the first leg of the tour was almost over.

You entered the elevator without realizing you were being followed.

Minho slipped in next to you without a word, and you froze.

He didn’t say anything as the doors began to close, but he made no moves to push any of the buttons. It’s only when the elevator hadn’t moved for a few seconds that you realized that neither had you.

You tentatively reached forward and pressed your floor number.

He finally spoke when the elevator began to move up. “You and Chan seem awfully cozy.”

You swallowed. “He was just thanking me for helping out with Jisung.”

“Hmmm. And I suppose Felix was just lending you a towel the other day.”

You found yourself praying for any god out there that could hear for a way out of this conversation.

“I didn’t want to go down to the front desk. Felix had an extra,” You lied, hoping it would be enough.

“You want to try that again?”

You took a deep breath. “Are you accusing me of something?”

“I don’t know,” Minho drawled, giving you a predatory look. “Am I?”

You were on opposite sides of the elevator, but the step he took towards you suddenly put him within arms reach of you, and your heartrate jumped.

You almost laughed in relief when the elevator suddenly stopped. The elevator had reached your floor, but it seemed as if your prayers had finally arrived, if a little late.

Or maybe someone up there had a sick sense of humor.

The elevator doors made a strange screeching sound as they began to open, and you both turned to stare in confusion. Only halfway open, they stopped.

And then the elevator shifted, creaking.

You shared a wide-eyed glance with Minho, unable to even make a noise before suddenly the elevator dropped.

The sound that escaped you was something you didn’t even realize you could make. The elevator stopped almost as quickly as it had dropped, but through the still halfway open doors you could make out that the elevator had settled somewhere in between two floors. You shuddered as the creaking noise continued, scared too even make a move.

It was after nearly a minute of silence between you two that Minho finally spoke.

“Are you okay?”

You eyed his tightly clenched fists that were doing their best to leave their impression on the railings, the way his muscles were tense, the look of pain on his face.

“Are you?”

He let out a huff, releasing his grip slowly. And then he began to slide down the elevator wall until he was on the floor, legs spreading out in front of him. He let out another breath, and then another, and you suddenly began to grow worried he was hyperventilating.

You shifted forward, pausing to make sure the elevator wouldn’t move, but it seemed to be stable. Figuring it was okay, you walked the two steps until you were next to him, kneeling by his side.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re okay,” You told him, reaching out to grab his shoulder.

He slapped your hand away. “Don’t!”

His voice was rough, almost a growl. You felt your chest tighten in worry and rejection, but he was still breathing hard. Was he going to pass out? You wanted to help him, but afraid to touch him again, you held your hands out in front of you to get his attention.

“You need to breathe,” You said softly, trying to hide your own panic. “Take a deep breath in.”

He shuddered again and then let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not- I’m not having a panic attack.”

“Well, you’re definitely not calm,” You argued.

Minho closed his eyes, his head slamming back against the wall hard enough to let out a clang, and you reached forward without thinking.

“Be careful!”

He grabbed your wrist, eyes opening only a sliver to glare at you. And then, as you stared at each other in anger, he suddenly seemed to droop. He let out a swear, dropped your wrist, and swallowed.

And then the scent began to reach you.

There, lingering in between the fear and anxiety that had originally escaped from the first few seconds of the elevator dropping, was an unmistakable scent.

Your mouth dropped. “Oh.”

Minho let out a groan. “I’m sorry. I can’t-“ He let out another shuddered breath. “I’m sorry.”

“I … It’s okay,” You offered, moving back.

Suddenly everything was starting to make sense. The lingering stares, the flared nose, the almost predatory way he had been behaving. No wonder he didn’t want you touching him right now; you were surprised he hadn’t bitten you with his instincts running this high.

Alphas could be very sensitive when in pre-rut.

You turned back to the bigger problem, pressing the emergency button on the elevator and hearing a soft ringing noise. Your first concern was getting the two of you out.

But there was a bigger problem you were starting to realize.

It was late. Really late. You had gotten out of bed without thinking about it, but now it was all you could think about. The fear and anxiety lingering in the air wasn’t just coming from Minho.

You didn’t have your fake pheromone perfume on right now, just scent blockers. And they were starting to wear off.

And you were stuck in an elevator with an Alpha going into rut.

“It’s going to be okay,” You reassured Minho when the emergency alarm didn’t immediately get attention. “We’re going to be okay.”

But you weren’t so sure.

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My Secret Life - James Potter x Reader

Hello everyone, something a little different today because why not. Another longish one too, 2.3K.

Edit: sequel here <3

MDNI

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James Potter was kind. To the people he deemed worthy anyway. Merlin help you if you weren’t one of those people. 

He had no shortage of ways to punish those he didn’t approve of. If it was first or second year his actions could easily have been called bullying, but now everyone was grown up seventh years he found it more entertaining, he liked to use the word mature, to inconvenience them instead.

Major inconveniences were reserved for Slytherins of course but minor ones could be used on anyone. 

Some Ravenclaw studied their ass off and got a better grade than Lily in Charms? Once James saw Lily storming away with tears in her eyes, miss perfect-score found herself unable to take her socks off for a month, leading to some distressing showers. Four fifth years hogged the record player in the common room all afternoon and stopped Sirius from playing his music? Mysteriously, they were only able to speak mermish after that. James wasn’t above targeting the kids either. A Hufflepuff bought the last of Peter’s favourite chocolate to give to her first year sister? Her shrieks could be heard across the castle the next night as she got into bed and discovered three nests of ants there.  

Needless to say if you weren’t one of his chosen friends you had to watch your back. 

You hated it. Who died and made him God of Hogwarts, bestowed him the responsibility to keep everyone in line? Annoyingly, his boyish charm and ability to talk until your ears fell off meant that unless someone was actually physically injured, the teachers turned a blind eye towards his behaviour. 

Which, you supposed, left it up to you. 

So when the Marauders pushed past you in the corridor, knocking your shoulder roughly you glared fiercely at them. The only one who bothered to turn around was James, and even then that’s because he knew it was you. He made no effort to talk to you in public, but the look you saw in his eyes told you he knew he would get it later. 

‘Good’ you thought angrily, ‘let him be afraid.’

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“Kneel.”

James obeyed without hesitation. The edge to your voice meant that he was scared to do anything else. 

You eyed him with serious irritation. 

Silence fell between the two of you. James knew he was not allowed to break it and you didn’t seem in the mood to talk. You started at him, watching him squirm under your gaze. 

Eventually, “Do you think you’ve been good?”

James took a direct address as permission to look at you. Wrong assumption. 

The second his eyes met yours, you slapped him. Hard. He gasped and quickly stared at the floor again, fixing his immaculate posture. 

“No mistress”

You hummed, displeased. At this point you were sure he was just saying what he thought you wanted to hear. 

“What do you think you’ve done to be bad?” 

James thought about this for a while, then, “I transfigured all of Thompson’s special Bulgarian biscuits into different coloured leeches, I-“ 

You cut him off. “Don’t be so trivial,” you hissed. “What have you done?”

James went pale as the true answer dawned on him. He swallowed uneasily, still looking at the hard floor beneath his knees and said “I disobeyed you, mistress.” 

“Correct Potter,” you stepped forward so the tips of your shoes brushed his knees. He still didn’t dare look up. “I told you to leave the younger years alone and you still put ants in Queenie’s bed. She didn’t do anything, you took your frustration at her sister out on her.” 

James had gone completely still. 

Your voice had become dangerously smooth “What do you think that makes you?”

He opened his mouth to reply but before he could, you grasped his jaw and jerked his head up to meet your gaze. Your handprint was on his cheek. 

“A bad boy mistress.” 

“Right again Potter,” James’ eyes dimmed a little. 

“Get up and strip,” you ordered, turning around as if the sight of him scrambling to get his top off revolted you. 

You pretended to smooth the duvet until the ruffling behind you ceased and you turned around again. There stood one very naked James Potter, blushing slightly despite the amount of times you’d done this. In the dim light his body looked like it had been sculpted from marble, his cock stiff and red. 

“Undress me,” you said lazily and he approached you. You purposely didn’t meet his eyes, ignoring him whilst he removed your clothes, folding them carefully in a neat pile on the chair. 

When he was finished he took a step back and assumed position, hands behind his back, staring at the floor. You let him squirm for a little while longer as you finalised the plan for this evening in your head. 

You gestured with your head towards the bed. “Face down.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. 

Whilst he made himself comfortable you went over to your drawers to get tonight’s accessories. Turning around again you were met with the glorious sight of James Potter, face down ass up on your bed, plug glistening in the candlelight. 

You had to refrain from snorting. So he could follow some of your rules then. You’d have to remind him that he could’t just pick and choose from them like a dinner menu.

His head was facing you, waiting, but you still refused to make eye contact. A subtle punishment but an effective one. Someone as used to having eyes on him as James crumpled completely under a lack of attention. 

You gently worked the plug out of him, pretending that his sighs didn’t turn you on immensely. Swiftly, you brought the lubed dildo you’d prepared up to fill him instead, hearing him groan as you gently pushed it all the way in the base. You took a little longer than necessary to settle yourself behind him, giving him the opportunity to adjust to the new size. 

“Now Potter,” you said quietly “I’m going to try and teach you again and this time I expect my rules to stick.” 

He nodded comically fast.

Kneeling behind him, you began to move the dildo at a pleasant pace, watching him relax under you ministrations. The steady motion was the only movement in the room as you let him enjoy the feeling, listening to him moan. 

Eventually he gasped at you “M’close mistress, please.”

You stopped immediately. He whined at you, so you lightly spanked him, which shut him up. “Silly boy,” you murmured, “Surely you knew it wouldn’t be that easy?” 

No response. You rolled you eyes. He actually had. Ah well, the night was still young. 

“Tell me what McGonagall taught us the other day” you said idly. 

He paused for a moment before confusedly repeating the new technique your class had been practicing. 

“Good,” you said. You’d found that distraction by way of school was an excellent way to quell an orgasm. Who wanted to cum whilst thinking about Slughorn’s method of brewing Living Death? 

You began your ministrations again and each time he told you he was close, you ceased all movement. By the fourth time, you’d starting jerking his cock as well. By the sixth, he was sobbing into the mattress. A cruel punishment sure, but there was also a part of you that felt so satisfied at seeing James get a taste of his own medicine. 

Minutes blurred. Time became irrelevant. Untrackable. You were only counting how many failed orgasms James had had; it was nearing double digits now. The candles burned low, casting the room in a faint glow, as if your actions were something reverential. 

“Ohmygodmistress please please please please, fuck, I, oh-“ and so it went on. You got bored of listening to him whine, only really keeping an ear out for his safe word, otherwise you weren’t that interested, far more focused on his body and his reactions. 

This would be the tenth time. If he could just hold off this one, you’d call it a day and let him cum, but of course, nothing is that simple with James Potter.

“One more for me,” you said over his growing moans. “Come on, you can do it.”

He was gasping into the mattress, knuckles straining white. An onlooker might guess he was in pain, but you knew better. Jerking him faster, you waited for him to tell you he was close. 

“That’s it, keep going James.”

A somewhat boring sentence, you’d thought. Mild encouragement. Evidently, he thought something different. Before you knew what was happening James’ moans were the loudest they’d been all night and the hand you had on his cock felt ribbons of his cum spurting out onto the bed sheets. 

Your brow furrowed. How displeasing. Still, whatever shred of mercy you had in you kept jerking and fucking him, seeing him through his orgasm. 

You’d just begun to pull away when the apologies started. James was lifting up, turning to face you. 

“Fuck I’m so sorry, I swear I was going to tell you I just didn’t expect it to happen so fast. It was just you finally called me James and you haven’t done that all night and it just did something to me-,“

Your unwavering gaze made him trail off, feeling the emotion behind it. 

“I’m not angry James I’m just,” you sighed, “disappointed.”

He deflated like a balloon. All the energy left him but you didn’t know what to do about it. You’d only told the truth after all. Turning away towards the bathroom you ordered “Change the sheets.”

Once you were away from him, your head started to clear a little. Now seemed the right time to bring up what you’d been thinking about. The sooner the better really. You looked at yourself in the mirror briefly, questioning how you’d even gotten here in the first place. That you didn’t know, but what you were sure about was that this couldn’t continue.  

Coming back out to see a freshly made bed and one hopeful Quidditch player sat on it. You hesitated but now was the time. You bit your lip. “James.” He looked at you, “I want to stop doing this.”

You’d rehearsed how his reaction could go. You were prepared for tantrums or even indifference as you were sure this fling had gone on much longer than any of his public ones. What you weren’t prepared for was tears. James Potter was crying quietly at the foot of your bed because you didn’t want to hook up with him anymore. 

‘Merlin’ you thought, ‘here we go.’ 

You opened your mouth to confirm you actions but he interrupted with one question. 

“Why?”

That sent your temper flaring. 

“You absolutely know why you bloody idiot” you sneered at him, “We had a deal. You said that if I agreed to this,” you gestured frantically at the air between you two, “to this, then you’d stop annoying people for your petty revenge.” You were shouting now, “How long did that last James?” He was quivering. “A whole bloody WEEK!” 

You paced up to him, unable to stay still. “You lasted a whole entire week before you were right back to old James. That’s why I’m ending it.” You managed to reign yourself in and spoke the last few words softly, “because its not fair on me anymore.” 

He was shaking pathetically like a kitten in a rainstorm. You breathed heavily, regretting your outburst but still, you needed to get the point across, which it probably was. You were turning away from this mess when he stopped you.

“Please” 

It wasn’t any louder than a whisper. You paused. 

“Please don’t. Please I’ll do anything you -“ 

You laughed maniacally. 

“No you won’t. You already know what I want James. You’ve always known, but that hasn’t stopped you before.” You spat at him, turning away with determination now, done with his shit. 

Before you could make it two steps, your path was blocked by one boy kneeling at your feet. You scoffed and tried to go around him. He grabbed at your leg, holding you there. 

“Please,” he begged, louder this time. “Please don’t do this. I swear I’ll change, I’ll be so much better, I’ll do whatever you say, just please don’t stop…” 

You let his unending begging buzz in your ears, choosing instead to focus on his eyes. Large and brown, slightly red and swollen from his tears. Glistening prettily. Fuck, if they didn’t do something to you. You had no idea why he’d chosen you for this arrangement; you didn’t think there was anything particularity remarkable about you that singled you out from everyone else. You had even less of an idea as to why James was so against losing you, it wasn’t like he loved you. You gazed at him so long, thinking, trying to figure him out that you didn’t realise he was still talking until, “I’ll even leave the Slytherins alone I promise, please-“

Your sharp intake of breath cut him off. He stared right back up at you, breathing wildly, not daring to hope that he had actually changed your mind. You released your breath long and slow, closing your eyes and praying for yourself for what you were about to say. 

“One month” you said quietly. “You get one more month to prove to me you can leave everyone alone. No more ants, no more hexes or jinxes or curses or anything. I want you so normal that the teachers will start a petition to have you sent to St. Mungos for a checkover.”

Still he was silent. 

“If you can do that,” one more deep, slow breath from you, “I will reconsider ending this.”

James’ ability to go from distraught to ecstatic was unnerving. He bounced to his feet, babbling like a rushing stream about how you absolutely would not regret this and how he absolutely could be so normal everyone would be impressed. 

You sent him on is way fighting a tired smile; his energy was catchy. Shutting the door behind him, however, you felt your mood slip. 

Why had you given him that choice? What were you getting yourself into now? 

You sniffed. Bastard hadn’t even been interested in getting you off either. 

AN: guys if you made it this far thank you so much for all the recent attention on my posts. Y'all got me giggling and swinging my feet everytime I see you've interacted with me so thank you xxxxxxx

[trashytoastboi]

Hi, can I requeste something really fluffy, really High school romance.

I wanna request an S/o with Trafalgar Law, Ace and Zoro confessing their love to S/O, with her being part of the strawhats

Please, I'm dying to see it, good luck with your grades, ly.

Greetings!! So, I found my notes on your request and completely forgot the part of the strawhats. I did however write this with Shojo manga vibes in mind for that whole high school first love kind of vibe. I do hope you enjoy it ^^

Headcanons: Highschool AU! Law, Ace, Zoro x F!Reader confessing their love to her.

> (Female pronouns) <

Trafalgar Law

🍄 Law had always been that mysterious kid, he had a very small circle of friends and everyone could only admire him from afar. Everyone only knew that he was always scoring first on every exam - a typical genius is what they called him. Very few knew him and it always led to others making their own assumptions about him. Some said he’s cold and cruel, others said he’s just quiet and some claimed him to be aloof. 

🍄 However you knew him a little differently. He’s quiet, he’s awkward but you found Law to be very kind. You admittedly felt caught in a weird limbo. You saw how he acted around his friends. It was different from how he interacted with you. He is always sincere around you, not as chaotic as he is with his friends. You thought you were reading too much into things when he did small gestures, glancing over your shoulder to correct a mistake you made in your homework and taking the time to explain it, listening to you ramble on about things he didn’t really have interest in yet he sat and listened intently without complaint. 

🍄 He seemed to be spending more and more time with you. Catching those coy smiles whenever he thinks you’re not looking. Or how he teases you over silly things. He takes time to walk you to class, and occasionally walk you home even though he lives in the opposite direction. You couldn’t help the sneaking suspicion that maybe Law liked you? You dismissed it, he’s just being a really good friend. You knew Law’s kindness and that made it harder to get a read on it sometimes. 

🍄 While you were wrapped up in your own thoughts- Law was caught up in his own as well. He didn’t intend to fall for you. It wasn’t one of those subtle feelings that he was aware of, the realization just hit him all at once and he was shell shocked by the realization. At this point all of his friends knew, hell most of the school knew. It was only Law and you that were in denial about the whole situation. He didn’t like ambiguity, he wanted certainty, so he wanted to tell you his feelings… 

🍄 Law walked by your side, his now usual routine of walking you home. It almost seemed like a whim when he asked you if you two could take a detour. You smiled and happily followed him when he led you to a park, the path was a much longer detour, however you get to walk under rows of cherry blossoms. Around halfway through the pathway, Law stopped and looked up. Probably no better place than this. You turned back, wondering why he stopped walking. Law had the most content smile on his face as he confessed. Telling you how much he’d come to like you and that it was more romantically inclined than he’d like to admit. 

🍄 Law looked nervous, an expression you never thought you’d see on his face. He shifted anxiously while waiting for your response. The silence felt like it lasted forever, Law was near breaking point of telling you to just forget he said anything at all. To be honest you’d be feeling the same way you just kept denying your own feelings. Was there any real reason to deny them now? Law clearly felt the same way. The most joyous moment was watching Law’s face light up and get shy when you took his hands in yours. He had his answer and you had yours. 

Portgas D. Ace  

🔥 Ace, everyone knew him. Most people were friends with him. He befriended every clique, overall he is just a really likable guy. He started out as the class clown and ended up being Mr. Popular according to everyone around him. It’s funny since his younger brother is regarded as one of the most rambunctious troublemakers the school has seen in a long time. His friendly nature made him easy to approach and easy to talk to, he is honest, sincere, earnest and humorous. The perfect combination for someone everyone wants to be friends with. 

🔥 You met Ace when your class shoved their cleaning duties on you and left you to do everything, what usually was a four person job was left to you alone. You swept the class, took out the dustbin, cleaned the chalkboard and rearranged the desks. This went on for a few days and Ace saw you cleaning the class alone again. He dropped his bag off in the corner and without a wasted second he was helping you clean. He wasn’t even in the same class as you. You thanked him and he took that as his chance to start talking to you. The next day before your classmates shoved cleaning duty onto you, Ace was there telling them he had plans with you and whisked you away, leaving your classmates to do their own cleaning for once. 

🔥 While Ace greeted everyone and had a few stop and chats, if he saw you…everyone already knew. He’d smile and excuse himself, running to catch up to you. Instantly settling into your pace and greeting you good morning. He’d always offer to carry your bag and was just so happy to speak to you. When lunch time came around he’d be trying to find you to eat together and loved hearing you talk about anything; how boring math class was, how much homework you had, how pretty the sky looked when you were walking to school. He’d smile and hang on your every word. 

🔥 Ace did not stay in denial for long. He knew exactly how he felt. He’d often tell you that he liked you. However you always took it as a joke because he’d say it when you shared your lunch with him, or even made him lunch on a few occasions. Even sharing an umbrella on a rainy day he’d tell you he’s only sharing because he likes you so much. However he always said it with a laugh so it was easy to think it’s a joke. 

🔥 It was another typical day, Ace came to eat lunch with you and fell asleep. When you woke him up he chuckled in thanks as the bell rang. He’d found his way to resting his head on your lap. He looked up at you, without a laugh - and rather the most sincere smile he told you he liked you. You laughed, and his words “I’m serious” struck you. You looked at Ace properly, he was being dead serious, you questioned every other time and he’d confirmed the same thing. He liked you from the beginning. From the time he saw you sweeping that empty classroom till now, his feelings only grew. “Go out with me?” Ace asked. 

🔥 You paused, your breath caught in your throat. You waited for the punchline if this were a joke. Ace smiled and gently touched your face, his hands were always so warm. “Will you go out with me?” He asked again, his tone gentler and endearing. You nodded, unable to muster the words. You were a little too shocked but all you could do was nod and hug him. The remaining distance between the two of you easily closed as you got a little emotional over hearing him confess. 

Roronoa Zoro

⚔️ Zoro is a bit notorious around school. For lack of a better word he’s a delinquent. I mean that’s everyone’s first impression. The piercings, never wearing his school uniform properly, and his bad habit of constantly getting into fights. He’s usually injured, a bit bruised and battered from whatever skirmishes he finds himself in. He constantly ditches class to sleep and everyone warns you to stay away. He's a no good punk by their standards. He’s got some very close knit friends but they’re all known as troublemakers. You always see Zoro arguing with Sanji but you can tell they’re good friends. 

⚔️ The first time you met, he was lost and looking for his classroom. You told him the directions and yet he came wandering back down the exact same hallway, opposite from where you told him to go. So you took him to the class yourself, and even covered for him saying you had Zoro helping you run errands when the teacher questioned him about his absence. You didn’t really have a reason for doing it, to you it seemed like he didn’t intend to get lost on one of the occasions he actually wanted to go to class. 

⚔️ Zoro always had a cool kind of attitude, nothing could affect him aside from when he got into fights. However around you he seems a little skittish and almost like he forces himself to seem gentler. He’s awkward with showing that he cares but he tries in different ways. If he sees you carrying something heavy, he’ll help you carry it. If you’re worried about something he’ll listen, if he sees people giving you a hard time, well scary dog privilege? He didn’t realize it himself but he found a reason to be around you more often than he’d like to admit. 

⚔️ Sanji was the one who came up and asked about the cute girl Zoro is always with. The only one he spends time with a lot is you- so the person that Sanji is asking about has to be you right? Zoro stated that you’re a friend and Sanji seemed excited. Asking Zoro to introduce you to Sanji, when he questioned why, Sanji nonchalantly stated that he was going to ask you on a date. This didn’t sit right with Zoro, that’s the last thing he wanted. To introduce you to that damn swirlybrow of all people!? 

⚔️ Despite the very obvious rejection of Sanji’s request, the guy didn’t take Zoro’s hint and practically ambushed you while you were waiting for Zoro. He happily introduced himself and told you how cute you were and that he wanted to take you out on a date. It was so embarrassing, especially since Sanji did it at the school gates and gained an audience of students that were on the way home. Zoro grabbed Sanji by the shoulder and pulled him away. Sanji was a little annoyed and without thinking Zoro practically declared that Sanji can’t ask you out because he doesn’t want to see the one he likes going on a date with Sanji of all people. Cats out of the bag…Zoro practically announced in front of the entire school that he’s in love with you. 

⚔️ You could see the shock in Zoro’s face and the hushed whisper when he said he didn’t want to confess like this. You grabbed his hand and led him away from the school gate. It was a bit of a speedy run before you came to a stop to catch your breath. Zoro still looked a little down, and frustrated. He apologised for saying it so bluntly, so he repeated it, he looked straight ahead at you. Asking if you’d like to go out with him. You were happy to accept and it was a rare sight to see him happy in a shy way.

[p3achyt3acak3]

Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Warnings ⚠️: None really, just toothrotting fluff. Some cursing, everyone acting like a little shit 🤓 Also, it is a bit suggestive. There's no porn, but like.. Jokes are made and tensions rise so.. (You are kinda Han's BFF in this, just cause I feel like he'd be amazing to be friends with 🙌)

WC: 11.05K

Genre: Fluff, Toothrotting Fluff ☁️, A hint of Angst and insecurity if you squint 🤏 A bit of suggestive humor/moments

Maybe it was a bad idea to share this little secret with Han.

You knew better or should have known better, at least. You of all people knew just how much he liked gossip and tea, whether it was hearing a Stay tell him about them going on a date with their girlfriend/boyfriend, or something that was just in between the members.

Also, you'd practically been best friends with him since middle school.. You knew he couldn't keep his mouth shut even if he tried.

Why you even thought to tell him about this, was beyond you.. Maybe because he wouldn't stop pestering you. He could read you like an open book and everything about you, even down to your facial expressions, had them memorized and stored into the far depths of his mind.

"Come onnnn, you're hiding something from me, Jagiya.. I can see it all over your face." For what seemed like the billionth time since seeing Chan and Changbin off to the gym, Han prodded and poked.

Frustrating. Annoying. Loathsome.

But you loved him.

He was like an annoying big brother that you couldn't help but love and appreciate, no matter how much of a pain in the ass he could be.

Sighing, you tried in vain to continue your streak of ignoring him, focusing on the task of making yourself some instant noodles to soothe your hungry stomach.

"Jagiyaaaaa~" He whines again, this time poking your cheek and twisting his finger.

It's not enough to cause harm, but it's yet another annoyance that makes your brows furrow as you slice the hardboiled egg you'd prepared to put atop your bowl of ramen.

"Jisung, if you don't leave me alone, I will not hesitate to chop your finger off." It's a morbid joke, one that holds no actual truth behind it, yet Han immediately yanks his finger away from your cheek and scoffs.

"Someone's touchy today." He mutters under his breath. "Well, if you aren't going to tell me what's going on with you, can I just play a guessing game instead?"

After adorning your sliced egg onto your bowl of ramen, you turn around with a raised brow, only to find that he now has his arms folded against his chest, expression almost blank, save for the dimples in his cheeks when the corners of his mouth tilt up ever so slightly. "Guessing game? You're going to try and guess what's going on with me?" Now it's your turn to scoff, grabbing hold of the bowl of ramen, before taking a seat at the small table in the dining room.

Han follows suit, like a lost puppy, his cheeks puffed slightly. He's pouting because he knows you doubt his ability to be able to correctly guess what's going through your mind.

Though, before you can tease him further, there's a devious smile that tugs at the corners of his lips, one that you recognize all too well.

He's up to no good.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems to me that you may or may not have a little something something for Channie Hyung." There's no hesitance, no pause. He's confident in his assumption, and his smile only seems to grow even bigger when you almost choke on a bite of your ramen.

Unwilling to admit it to him, let alone yourself, you regain your composure and roll your eyes. "Way off. Don't know where you got that idea from, but pop off, I guess."

Even though you sound relatively confident and snarky, you have a feeling he's going to keep pushing it. If it had been any stranger, you know he'd have backed off by now, if not way sooner. If it was another member or yourself, though..

"Oh? So you weren't making googly eyes at Chan when he said goodbye to you this morning?" He asks this as if he's genuinely surprised, but you know he's far from it.

The little shit..

The question catches you off guard, but instead of reacting in a way that will possibly give you away, you freeze. Though Han knows you better than you know yourself and is able to read everything far too well.

"Maybe I'm seeing things, Jagiya, but I swear I've seen you get all soft and cute whenever Channie Hyung is around. When he compliments you or says something nice, I've only caught it a few times, but you blush like crazy." The more he points out, the more your ability to keep yourself grounded begins to tear away.

Had it really been that obvious? Or is Han just way too fucking good at knowing how to read you? Or maybe he just pays attention too much?

Either way, it's annoying just how right he is...

You don't realize it right away, but as per usual, the annoying shit in front of you does. Whenever you get nervous, you tend to fiddle with whatever is in your hands. If there's nothing in your hands at the time, it's a mission to find something that you can touch to help get your mind off of whatever is making you nervous.

Right now, you're fiddling with the metal chopsticks used for your ramen, the steaming pile of noodles now temporarily forgotten.

The teasing smile leaves his face when he notices this, and he pulls up a chair beside you, bringing a hand to your back to begin rubbing at it softly. He rubs in small circles, a look of regret now painting his face.

You feel bad for bringing the mood down, but the last thing you want to do is admit that you have feelings for someone who clearly isn't even available in any sense of the word.

"Ah.. I'm sorry, Jagiya... I was just teasing. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, I swear." In a quiet voice, Han apologizes, but you shake your head and force a small smile.

"What're you apologizing for you doofus.. You know I can handle your teasing." It's a small pitiful laugh that you treat him with, yet it seems to be enough to at least lighten the mood once more. "The last thing I want to hear is you apologizing for just being yourself."

For a moment, Han looks a bit surprised to hear such a sincere comment slip past your usually snarky lips. The dynamic between the two of you was one of smart-ass comments and bullying each other, so naturally, comments and compliments such as these were considered a rarity. He ate it up easily, though, if the smile that curled up on his face said anything.

"Ah.. Don't get into your own head. I do that enough for both of us." He suddenly bites out, giving you a light smack on the back of the head. The look of offense on his face is enough to make you smile, that sinking feeling finally dissipating with replaced humor.

"Why are you the one who looks offended when I'm the victim here?!" You find yourself countering, poking one of his squishy cheeks in a playful manner.

"Oh, you wound me.. I thought you loved me." Suddenly, he's turning away from your prodding finger, a feigned look of hurt scurrying across his face as he juts his lips out in a pout.

While you know he's just messing around, as is typical for him to do, you can't help but mirror Han's actions, returning his pout and even going the extra mile by letting a small, 'Womp womp,' slip past your scrunched lips.

The silly moment between the two of you lasts for a little while longer, before things finally settle when Changbin comes through the door. "HONEYYY, WE'RE HOMEEEEE!"

Yep, that was definitely Changbin..

Han perks up almost immediately, his head peeking out from over the cushions of the couch. In a way, he looks like a meerkat poking its head out from its den, and the correlation makes you giggle to yourself.

"How was your workout, Bin?" Standing up from the couch, you make your way to where he's currently bustling about in the kitchen, more than likely trying to find himself a little snack after his session.

Turning to face you, he has a bagel lodged in between his lips, dimples growing when he notices you almost keel over with laughter at how silly he looks. "It was pretty good! Chan seemed in a better mood today too, so that helped a lot." With the bagel no longer lodged into his mouth, he finally answers your question truthfully, a small smile curling up against his lips. "Though he wouldn't shut up abo-"

"Don't you have to go and shower?" Seemingly from thin air, Chan suddenly appears in the kitchen, tackling Changbin in a playful manner, which distracts him from finishing his thought. Now the two of them are arguing back and forth on who's going to go and shower first, and the conversation you'd been having with the latter, gets forgotten.

Though you seem to be the only one who's itching to know what it was he was about to say..

Judging from the suspicious look on Han's face, he wants to know as well, but for some reason he backs off and minds his own business, clearly gossiped out for the moment.

Which shouldn't be as surprising as it is..

Changbin finally relents when Chan says he's going to use up all of his body wash if he showers first. Wanting to protect his newly bought bottle, he mumbles some less than appropriate things about Chan under his breath while making his way to his room.

If Chan hears him, he chooses to ignore rather than address it, and now it's his turn to look for a snack to satiate his hunger.

As you did with Changbin, you do the same with him, asking how his workout went. For a moment, it seems as though he hesitates to answer, tapping his fingers on the door of the fridge while he moves his head down to observe what's left to eat. "It went well.. Got in some extra reps today. Even Changbin was a bit surprised to see me so eager to workout." With a short chuckle, he pulls away from the fridge, a cup of yogurt in his hands.

"You do anything interesting while we were gone?" He suddenly asks, which sort of makes you panic, eyes subtly darting over to look at Han, who's acting as though he's heard nothing. He's trying his best to hide his smile, so you know he's just being a shithead.

Han playing that 'Guessing Game' earlier, is the first thing that pops into your head.

You can't just outright tell him, 'Yeah, Han basically found out that I've been crushing on you for like.. The longest time now,' and expect him not to react irrationally, let alone grow uncomfortable.

That's the last thing you want.

So navigating around the truth, much to Han's displeasure, you instead choose to lie.

"Not really, no.. I made some ramen for myself and just talked with Han about some silly stuff, nothing of importance."

While it wasn't a complete lie, you'd purposefully left out the bit where Han had kept pointing out how differently you'd been acting whenever Chan was around. The blushing, the getting all shy, the acting cute and sweet...

From the corner of your eye you can see Han roll his eyes dramatically, and it only further irritates you.

What did he expect? Did he really think you were actually going to confess how you felt about his leader, despite knowing good and damn well that he was probably the most unavailable of all of them combined?

"Ah, so up to your usual bad behavior?" Chan's voice suddenly cuts through your straying thoughts, and your attention is set on him once more. Upon asking this, one of his brows had raised in an amused manner, all while he was digging into the yogurt cup with a silver spoon.

Why did he have to tease..

It just wasn't fair..

"Yup! We talked about a lot of juicy stuff~" The shithead answered for you, recognizing your sudden silence as growing shy or bashful. This makes Chan look behind you at Han, who has since moved to take a seat at the dining table. The look he wears just screams curiosity, but being the polite and non-invasive person he tries to be, he doesn't voice it. "Don't worry, it wasn't anything bad, just.. Girl talk, ya know?"

God you wish Han would shut up..

As much as you love him, he's not helping with the current situation at all.. If anything, he's making it more obvious that something was DEFINITELY talked about amongst the two of you.

"Girl talk?" Amusement flies across Chan's face once more, like it's a permanent look for him, before continuing on to say, "You one of the girls now?" There's a short, almost breathy laugh that slips past his lips when he pokes fun at Han, and the sound of it turns the tips of your ears a bright pink.

"Certified girl boss since I met that loser." Han quips back, causing Chan to shift his focus back to you.

To avoid his gaze, you turn to shoot daggers into Han's body, which only makes him shrug nonchalantly while smiling like a bubbly idiot. "More like certified dumbass." You spit venomously, a warning that Han needs to stop with his antics right now before you actually do get pissed.

Thankfully, he reads your message loud and clear but decides to stoke the fire just a teensy bit more. "Yeah, you're right. Except I don't shove my feelings into a box nearly as much as you do, sooooo~" As soon as he says this, the mixed look of shock and anger that crosses your face makes him stand from his chair at the table, stretching his arms high above his head with an obnoxiously loud yawn. He's being overdramatic, as per usual, but at least you think he's finally going to lay off the teasing. "Anyways, I'm sleepy, so I'm going to go ahead and take a nap. No one wake me up unless it's for food."

With that last sentence, he saunters down the hallway of the dorm, disappearing into his bedroom with a soft click of the door.

Now it's just you and Chan, alone in the kitchen.

Normally, it wouldn't be a problem. If Han hadn't caught you red-handed, then things would be just fine, and you wouldn't be acting so tense and suddenly aware of everything.

A fleeting thought rushes through your head in that moment.

You have to make up some sort of excuse to leave the dorm and go back home..

Either that, or you have to figure out how to get out of being around Chan alone until either Changbin comes back from the shower or Han wakes up from his nap.

After finishing his yogurt, Chan throws the empty cup into the trashcan and puts the spoon into the sink, acting as he normally would even if you hadn't been there. Meanwhile, you're suddenly aware of how fast your heart is racing, how fast you're breathing, and how hot your face is becoming.

What you had assumed to be a small and fleeting crush, you are slowly beginning to realize, isn't that.

It's something bigger..

Scarier..

"You doing okay over there?" Once again, Chan's voice pulls you out of your own head, and it comes to your attention that since Han' departure, you've been standing in the same exact spot with your shoulders slumped, half-facing the kitchen, and half-facing the dining room.

"Yeah, I'm okay, just a bit tired is all. I can only handle so much of Han' teasing in one day." Trying to steer the conversation in a more friendly direction while also trying to avoid the airy feeling that's swimming around in your stomach, you crack a joke.

The worry you feel gets washed away when Chan laughs a little at your poor attempt at a joke, and you find yourself easily sliding back into normality. It's easy to fall back into a natural setting when someone like him is comfortable to be around.

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The boys have all decided that tonight will be a get-together. They've all been working really hard for the past few weeks, working on songs and choreography to go along with them, and everyone had agreed that a night to just unwind and enjoy each other's company was much needed.

Surprisingly, it wasn't just Han who had invited you to the get-together, Chan had also shot you a text saying that if you were feeling up to it, you were more than welcome to join.

You may have gotten a bit too excited when he'd offered, but that excitement fizzled into logical reasoning once you'd calmed down enough.

Naturally, Chan was a relatively nice person.

He didn't like to make others feel left out.

His invitation was just there so that you wouldn't feel excluded, and there was nothing more behind it.

Though..

He knew that Han would invite you regardless, so it was a bit puzzling for him to extend an invite when he knew you were rather close with the shithead.

Whatever the reasoning behind it was, all that mattered was that you were finally going to see the rest of the members after having sparsely seen them throughout their weeks of work.

Although it wasn't a requirement, you'd decided to bring a bottle of Soju with you.

Han had been pretty vague when explaining what type of get-together they'd be having, but from his, 'Make sure you bring some painkillers in case you wake up with a headache in the morning, Jagiya~', naturally, you'd assumed there would be drinking.

As soon as the door to Chan; Hyunjin; Changbin; and Han' dorm opened, you were immediately greeted by an overly happy Felix, whose eyes shined bright, while his lips were curled into a huge grin. "Glad you made it here safe, what's that you've got there?"

No matter how many times you hear this man speak, his voice will always knock the sense out of you. Even still, you smile back at him and present the unopened bottle of Soju. "A little present for everyone for working so hard these past few weeks."

This seems to make him smile even more, except this time, his pearly whites are on full display. The sight honestly makes your heart melt. He's always so bubbly and kind to everyone. No wonder everyone called him 'Sunshine'.

"Hannieeee! Your girlfriend's here!" He suddenly shouts behind him, stepping off to the side to allow you access to the dorm. The endearment he used to describe yours and Han' relationship, made you all but smile. Instead, you found yourself cringing, nose scrunched up in disgust as you shook your head from side to side.

"Yahh! Ew! He's like a brother to me, Lixie!" Shooting a playful glare in the sunshine' direction, you watch as he breaks into a fit of gremlinesque laughter before simply shrugging his shoulders, as if unbothered.

"Yahhhh! Just because I call her Jagiya doesn't mean she's my girlfriend, you ass! I agree with what she said. She's like a sister to me." The devil in question blanches once rounding the corner.

For once, the two of you can agree on something.

Felix doesn't seem at all bothered by the scolding the two of you are currently giving him if his toothy grin has anything to say about it.

"Are you guys just gonna stand in the entryway all night? Or are you gonna come and sit down with the rest of us so Chan stops doing aegyo back and forth with Changbin?" Seungmin' voice, clear as day, calls out to the three of you from somewhere in the living room, his voice grated and giving off a slight bit of annoyance.

Finding a way out of the conversation, you squeeze past Han and Felix, heading to the living room where everyone is currently seated in a big circle. Some are seated on the couch and love seat, while the rest sit on the ground. As soon as you enter the room, Lee Know makes direct eye contact and offers a small smile. It's not too big, not too small, but it's enough to bring you some joy.

"You guys must be old with how slow you are." Seungmin states rather blandly from his spot on the couch. Chan, who's seated right beside him, looks a bit offended by the remark, used to the onslaught of old man jokes being used on him.

"Keep making old people jokes, Seungmin. I can assure you that once you get to a certain age, you won't find those jokes so funny anymore." Shooting him a playful glare, followed by a short laugh, you take a seat down on the floor beside Hyunjin and I.N, bottle of Soju settling right in front of your crossed legs.

A collection of 'Ooo's' and 'Ahhhh's' echoes around the room upon shooting back an equally sick burn, which only makes Seungmin roll his eyes in your direction. You stick your tongue out at him in return.

Han sits across from you, Lee Know, scooting to the side to make room for him, and Felix takes his spot on the love seat, poking his tongue out at Hyunjin as if to rub it in that he got the love seat to himself. They must have argued over who would take the love seat and decided to settle it by competing in a game of rock paper scissors. Of that, you were almost positive. Most unserious arguments were settled with the child's game, from what you'd observed thus far.

Conversations flow smoothly for the first half of the night, but once the booze comes out, the flow makes a drastic change.

"I know it's a cliché game to play when drinking, but I'm kinda in the mood for Truth or Dare." Changbin admits, pouring himself a small glass of the Soju you'd brought to share.

Almost immediately, your eyes fly over to look at Han, who's already looking at you with wide eyes. You hope the glare you send his way is enough to convince him not to mess around or push your buttons, but being the little shit that he is, he ignores it. "I think that's a great idea! I'm down!" In the most ecstatic voice possible, while still looking directly at you, he agrees to Changbin' suggestion without any hesitation.

Internally, you're screaming.

Though the people pleasing side of you doesn't want to bring down the energy of the group, you hesitantly agree to play the game.

You make the mistake of looking over at Chan at some point while people vote on whether or not you all should play the game, and he's in the middle of tilting back his second shot of whatever alcohol he'd preferred over what you'd brought.

As soon as he finishes it off, it's like he has a sixth sense and knows you're looking at him because he's very quick to look in your direction, eyes locking onto one another's while your cheeks begin to grow warm. You want to blame it on the alcohol, but you can't. You've only had one shot, and that's not nearly enough to get you drunk. Fuzzy, maybe.. But drunk..? It may take a couple more to get to that point.

He doesn't stop looking in your direction, and neither do you. It's a moment of tension that makes you squirm a little in your spot on the floor, which grabs I.N' attention, a soft tap on your shoulder from the Maknae pulling your lingering gaze away from Chan' finally.

"Are you feeling alright? You look a bit red?" Once your eyes finally settle on I.N, his brows are furrowed ever so slightly, and there's a look of brief concern etched into his facial features.

Why does he have to be so sweet..?

It makes it so hard for you to lie..

But you have to, for your own sake..

"I'm fine, Innie.. The alcohol must already be working its magic." A light-hearted laugh slips past your lips to further solidify the lie. It seems to work because the concern slowly morphs into a small smile that melts away your heart, and the overwhelming unease you'd felt earlier gets scraped under the rug.

"Who's going to start us off?"

Once everyone votes to play the game, Lee Know is the first to speak up, after having been relatively quiet since you'd arrived. Glancing over at him, you realize he's looking directly at Han, who has a pout on his face as if he doesn't want to be the one to start the game off. When his eyes meet yours, there's a look that's pleading with you to help him get out of the situation..

But, karma is a bitch.

For the past few days, weeks even, he's been far more pushy and ruthless with his teasing, so you thought he deserved a taste of his own medicine. Leaning back on the palms of your hands, you merely smile, eyebrows raised as you purposefully begin a conversation with Hyunjin. From the corner of your eye, you can see Han gaping at you, and it only serves to brighten the smile on your face as you converse with Hyunjin.

Though, when the game officially starts, you get a sinking feeling in your stomach.. Something that's telling you that maybe you should've given Han the escape route because now he has even more reason to be an ass and pick on you for the rest of the night. You have a feeling his questions will get pretty personal, and by the end of the night, you'll either be wasted or heavily embarrassed.

Maybe both.. If he's being really generous..

"Jagiyaaaaa~" He snickers, enlongating the 'a' sound to be even more annoying. Shutting your eyes for a brief moment, you bite down on the inside of your cheek and pray to anyone who will listen, that you have the strength to not smack him upside his head for continuously teasing you. "As much as I hate picking on you, I'm afraid you're going to be the first victim of the night." His feigned sympathy is enough to make your eyes snap open. He knows damn well what game he's playing.. The shit-eating grin he wears completely blocks out the innocent guilt he shares. "So! Truth? Or Dare?"

While you're taking your sweet time to decide which choice would be better, considering you know which way it's going, Hyunjin whispers something to Chan, who's still seated on the couch next to Seungmin and Changbin, and stands from his spot on the floor.

At first, you don't notice anything, far too lost in your own head to even begin to pay attention to what's going on around you. "Truth." Ensuring you shoot a sinister closed lipped smile in his direction, you give Han his answer.

Felix starts to make small chicken noises from his spot on the love seat, and Han soon follows suit, but you ignore them, confident in your decision.

Seeing that he hasn't quite gotten under your skin as much as he's trying to, Han quickly stops making noises and smiles softly. "Is there anyone in this room that you've got the hots for?" This question is followed by a bout of hushed silence. Felix and Hyunjin are the first ones to either suck in a breath or comment something very quiet under their breath.

You yourself are internally panicking. As much as you'd expected him to be ruthless right from the get-go, this question was far from your mind.

How the fuck were you supposed to answer that..?

"Aish, starting off pretty hard there, don't you think?" Then and only then, do you realize that the person Han is not so subtly hinting about, is sitting right next to you now.

Taking an educated guess, you'd figured Hyunjin's back was starting to hurt, so he'd asked Chan to switch places with him. He had mentioned throughout the beginning of the week that choreo was stressing his body out a bit more from his extra practice.

"I mean.. If she doesn't want to answer, she can simply just take her shot, but I think she knows what it means if she does that~" Han smoothly replies, leaning against Lee Know with a smug smirk on his face.

He's definitely been hanging around him far too much.. Not that it's a bad thing, but now he's just as much of a tease as Lee Know is with the members.

He's right about one thing though..

If you do decide to take your shot, then that lets everyone in the room know you're indeed harboring feelings for one of them. Lord only knows you can imagine just how chaotic it would get once that bit of information was revealed. The game would more than likely be dropped, and most of them would be oh so curious as to which one of them was currently holding your interest.

If Han wanted to play dirty. You'd play dirty.

"Aren't you all like.. Off limits? Not to mention, Stay currently holds your hearts, so, no?" It comes out snarky, like you almost couldn't believe Han had even bothered to ask you in the first place, which earns a small snort from both Chan and I.N, seated on either side of you.

When he's unable to snap back, instead choosing to shrug his shoulders, you lean back on your palms once more and celebrate the small victory in your head.

The moment is short lived though when the 10th round comes around, and it seems that you and Felix are the ones who are hammered.

Chan has only had a couple of shots, answering all truths and dares with little to no hesitancy, whereas the rest of them have only downed enough to just receive a buzz.

Somehow, and you're not entirely sure how or when it happened, but you'd ended up seated on Chan' lap, giggling and laughing like a bumbling idiot because of how drunk you were. He seemed unbothered, used to it because the others sometimes sat on his lap and vice versa. Everyone here would sit on each other's laps, and in no way was it a bad thing, nor did it make any of them feel uncomfortable.

When it came time for you to choose once more, you leaned back carelessly into his chest and laughed. All night, you'd been playing it safe and choosing truth, but with liquid courage coursing through your veins, it gave you the confidence to choose dare. Unfortunately for you, Lee Know was the one who had presented you with the question.

If Han knew something, 9 times out of 10, Lee Know also knew. You had given him permission, but only because you knew Lee Know wouldn't go around spilling your business to everybody and they mama.

"Dare this time? Are you sure you're up for it, sweetheart?" Chan asks quietly from behind you, a rumbling laugh vibrating against your back.

The endearment would've made your skin grow warm had it not been for the alcohol already doing it for you.

All you could think to do, though, was nod, quite sure of yourself.

"Well, if you're so sure of yourself, guess I don't have to go easy on you." Is all Lee Know replies back with before his smile grows into a rather sinister one.

"Yahh.. She's drunk, Lee Know, maybe cut a little slack.." Chan deflects in a soft and tender tone, wrapping an arm around your waist before he props you up into a more comfortable position on his lap.

You hadn't even realized you were slowly slipping, but he did, and the action only made you feel even warmer.

"Fine, fine.. But I'm not going to go too easy.." Lee Know relents, while Han sighs dramatically from beside him. "I dare you to pick whichever one of us you'd like to spend the night with and sleep there."

At first, he says it in such a way that the room grows unbearably silent, and it takes a few moments for him to realize how he'd worded it, before he clears his throat and speaks once more. "I meant like a sleepover. Get your minds out of the fucking gutter." He more or less glares daggers into Felix, who's now burst into a fit of gremlinesque laughter.

Though normally the dare would've made you anxious or nervous, the liquid courage was giving you a type of confidence you rarely allowed yourself to feel, so it didn't bother you.

It was weird how Chan had tensed up a little and then relaxed once Lee Know elaborated on what he'd meant, but you pushed that thought way down and instead thought about who'd be the best to spend the night with.

As much as you adored the boys, there were some things about them that you just couldn't deal with when it came to sleeping in the same room. You'd found that out easily when you'd all been beat after a long day. You with your Makeup Stylist job, and them with their Stray Kids business.

It was an accident, but you'd all fallen asleep in the waiting room while waiting for a meeting with the higher-ups to get started.

It was then that you'd found out, I.N snores pretty loud.. Seungmin isn't much of a morning person and doesn't like being woken up in general, so he's pretty grumpy.. Felix moves a lot in his sleep and had kicked you in the side at least twice on accident.. Lee Know doesn't really like sleeping around other people unless he's comfortable with them.. Hyunjin prefers to be alone, but like Lee Know, doesn't care if he's comfortable with them.. Han is already a no because you're just pissed off at him still..

So that leaves Changbin and Chan.

Though, you figure that Changbin is going to get up pretty early in the morning to workout, and you have a gut feeling that you'll be moody and hurting in the morning, so you want as much sleep as you can get..

Now, all that's left is Chan..

Maybe you should just take another shot..

But you're not entirely sure your body will appreciate that.. Especially not when you wake up in the morning with a wicked hangover..

"You don't have to if you don't want to, you know? And I don't expect you to take another shot either. I'm cutting you off for the night." The devil in question mutters softly, his chest vibrating once more against your back.

Not one to back down from a challenge, while also being extremely stubborn, you decide to ignore Chan, blurting out, "I'll sleep in Chan' room."

Felix laughs quietly at this, as do Han and Hyunjin, whereas I.N and Changbin genuinely look surprised that you'd chosen to sleep in the same room as Chan. Of all the people to be surprised, you'd have thought it would be Han..

Chan tenses once more, and you can feel it far worse than you had before. "But.. If he's not comfortable with it, I can just bunk with Han.." Trying not to make the situation even more awkward than it already is, you use Han as a second option, although he raises a skeptical eyebrow at you in return.

The look he's currently giving you is one that screams, 'You better not back out.'

"I'm sure Chris won't mind. He's always generous and tries his best to help everyone." Felix drunkenly slurs, a toothy grin on his face. "Butttt, it is good to make sure he's comfortable first. Consent is definitely hot." He adds, followed by a soft hiccup.

Although you're sure he hadn't intended for his sentence to come out the way that it did, the part about consent only warmed your body twice as much. You weren't actually 'sleeping' with Chan.. You were merely having an innocent sleepover was all.. Like when you were a kid and you'd go over to a friend' house for the night or vice versa..

"I think it's time for everyone to get ready for bed." Chan suddenly interrupts, wrapping an arm around your waist once more. "Watch your step and be careful, please. I really don't want any drunk accidents."

Moments like this, it really does seem like Chan has become the dad of seven rather rambunctious children, and it makes you smile. Apparently, it makes you laugh as well because he's looking down at you with confusion arched in his brow. "Something amusing, sweetheart?" He asks in a hushed tone, one that shouldn't warm you as much as it is, yet here you are..

"Just thought of something funny, s' all.." You slur, still giggling like a bumbling bafoon.

There he goes with the endearment again..

The others groan, while Felix laughs, and Hyunjin wraps one of his arms around his neck for support, beginning to walk him to his bedroom for the night. Seungmin rolls his eyes and follows close behind, mumbling something to a giggly Felix that only makes the ball of sunshine laugh even more.

Han and Lee Know are next to get up, asking Jeongin if he's going to crash with them or Changbin.

The fact that they didn't even mention Chan as an option was more than suspicious. It's not like Jeongin was off limits from sleeping in the same room as you and Chan.. It was a sleepover, nothing more..

A soft smile graces I.N' lips as he declines the offer to join Han and Lee Know, saying he may just bunk with Changbin or sleep on the couch.

By the time everyone disappears for the night, you and Chan are the only two left in the living room, and you're suddenly very aware of just how quiet it's gotten. "M' thirsty." Trying to stand up straight so you can retrieve a glass of water for yourself proves to be unobtainable at the moment, because you nearly stumble and fall, but a firm arm wraps around your waist and pulls you back down onto his lap.

"Hold on a second. You're wasted, so please don't get up too fast. I'll help you." Being the gentleman that he is, he slowly begins to stand, holding you by the waist securely, before the two of you are finally standing upright.

Your vision is swaying, and you're stumbling a bit as he leads you into the kitchen, and yet he manages to sit you down atop the counter while he reaches into a cupboard to grab a cup, before turning to the sink to fill it with water.

This entire night, he's been so gentle and kind, not to mention absurdly patient with you. When he hands the glass of water over to you, a small noise emits from your mouth as a sign of thanks before you tilt the glass and drink the contents entirely. It's peaceful in a way. Nothing is said between the two of you, but it's comforting instead of awkward. If there wasn't a lingering sense of guilt from basically feeling him up all night while inebriated, then that sense of comfort would be working in full effect.

"Stop overthinking.." Cutting through the thick bout of silence that had taken over the kitchen, Chan pulls you out of whatever typhoon you'd forced yourself into.

"Wasn't overthinking.." Mumbling more or less to yourself in hopes that he doesn't overhear, you deny his claim outright.

"You know.. You're not a really good liar. Even Han lies better than you." Sucking in a breath, he calls you out on your blunder with a confidence that genuinely surprises you. "If you're really that worried about what I might think of you if you choose to sleep in my room, then don't force yourself to do it. Lee Know won't take any offense to it. Sure, you may get called chicken for a couple of days, but what's more beneficial for you? Forcing yourself to be uncomfortable? Or being called a chicken for a couple of days?"

He makes a valid point.

Being comfortable and teased did sound better than being uncomfortable and anxious.

But it wasn't you you were worried about. It was Chan. Once Han had introduced you to his group of chaotic friends, you vowed that you'd do everything in your power to ensure you never overstepped boundaries or made anyone uncomfortable.

So far, you'd been able to keep that vow.

"Don wanna make you uncomfortable. Don wanna be a burden." It comes out far too slurred and mumbled, and there had definitely been more that you had wanted to say, but the swaying of the room was starting to get to you. On top of that, your heart was running a mile a minute, at least.

"No wonder you and Han are really close.. You both beat yourself up and think you're a burden on others when, in fact, you're quite the opposite."

This causes you to finally look at him, still barely perched atop the counter, blinking slowly like you have not a single thought behind those eyes of yours.

When you go to speak or attempt to try, your body begins to sway forward. Chan notices this and swiftly jumps into action, caging you in between his arms so that when you do lean forward, your head hits his chest instead of allowing your body-weight to send you tumbling to the floor.

"M', sorry. We should just go to bed." The words from earlier had since died on the tip of your tongue, embarrassment and self-loathing beginning to gnaw at your insides like a parasitic disease. Trying to push his body away in a last-ditch effort to stop invading his personal space or needing him to support you, you're shocked when he doesn't move away, arms still caging you in while you sit atop the counter in a drunken haze.

"Stop it. Hold still and listen to me, please." There's a pleading tone in his voice when he requests this of you, and your glazed over eyes finally rove up to meet his gentle yet concerned ones. You do as requested, no longer fighting against him. "You are not a burden. You do not make me feel uncomfortable. I am giving you my permission now to sleep in my room for the night, so please, don't beat yourself up over this. Like I said before. You have a choice. Don't force yourself to do this. I won't think any less of you, and neither will the others. You're Han' best friend, which makes you a part of this chaotic family whether you like it or not. You are okay, I promise."

So many soft yet firm reassurances slip past his lips that it's nearly impossible to even begin to process them all.. That on top of being inebriated, it's taking you quite some time to retain his words.

Once you finally do, you feel your skin prickle and buzz, growing warm once more.

This time, it's not the alcohol.

"I.. I wanna sleep in your room, please.." Is all you're able to croak, voice taut with emotion as you avoid eye contact with him suddenly.

"Are you positive? I don't want you to tell me that just because you're stubborn and don't want to lose against Lee Know. Everyone's comfort is my responsibility, and that includes you."

Since when did he get so close..

It's starting to make you feel dizzy..

"M' not being stubborn.."

How the words were even able to make it past your lips is beyond you.

By the time he finally relents and helps escort you to his bedroom, there's butterflies dancing around wildly within your stomach. This is getting ridiculous. He's just doing what he would've done had it been anyone else. You know for a fact that if it had been Han or Seungmin, anyone in the group, then he'd be doing the same exact thing.

Chan' room is ridiculously spotless. Everything is in its rightful place, organized, neat, very OCD.

Not that it's a bad thing.

You too like to keep things tidy.

Messes kinda irk you.

He takes you to the very plain bed that's leaned up against the far left side of the room and sets you down gently, removing himself from your body.

"Make yourself comfortable, alright? I'll be right back." With a calm, almost soothing voice, he reassures you his leave of absence is only temporary, before he disappears from sight.

Alone, the room begins to spin and you can feel the heat radiating off of your cheeks from both intoxication and emotions you're unsure should be brought to light. There's a pit in your stomach despite the lazy half-cocked smile you wear. These emotions of yours are getting out of hand. Maybe getting wasted wasn't such a bright idea.

Now that the room is deafeningly quiet, the thoughts that had been pushed towards the back of your mind earlier on in the night, begin to fester and grow ravenous, the thick tendrils of doubt; guilt; and anxiety, pooling into every pore that's embedded within your skin.

You feel bad for developing feelings for someone who's literally unavailable in nearly every sense of the word.

He's kind. Generous. His sweetness is so infectious it's almost tooth-rotting. The way he cares for his group.. No. His family, just opens up a whole new list of reasons why your standards are so high when it comes to dating.

You've tried to brush off these feelings for him for far too long. It's embarrassing...

No amount of Tinder dates.. Hookups at bars.. Nor just avoiding him for as long as you physically can withstand, even begins to cut the surface for the deep-rooted feelings you harbor for him.

You're delusional to even think that he might even feel some sort of connection for you outside of friendship.

For someone who you call your 'friend', these feelings are anything but friendly.

When the door opens, Chan walking in, clad in some sweatpants and a loose-fitting black tee, you're unable to process it.

You'd even go as far as to say, the outside world was currently a buzzing sound in your ear that grew louder and louder the deeper into your own head you went. He was a ghost, a shell, an illusion that wasn't real.

Only when he grabbed your face, cupping it in the palms of his hands, did you snap out of whatever daze it was that you'd put yourself into. His brows were knitted with concern, eyes holding a knowing look that made you feel even worse about the situation, and if you could just disappear, it would be less than two seconds before the room would only consist of himself and his things.

When he finally noticed you actually looking at him, not just staring through him like he was invisible, he began to let go of your face, not wanting to invade your privacy anymore than he already had. What he wasn't ready for, was you pulling his hands back up to your face, letting out a soft and content sigh. One that gave off a sense of comfort and safety. If that was the case, he was more than happy to leave them there. Being a safety net for others wasn't new to him. In fact, he embraced that role with open arms.

"M' scared, Chan.." You weakly mumble, eyes unfocused and glaring down at the bed.

"Scared? Am I making you feel that way?" Even though he still retained his usual calm and cool composure, his voice wavered with guilt at the fact that he could be the one currently making you feel this way.

With a very uncoordinated shake of your head, you muttered a quiet, 'No', followed by your gaze slowly drifting up to meet his own.

"I have feelings for someone.. Someone who is way too out of reach.. It's hurting me.. M' tired.. M' so so tired.. I wish I could get over him, but I can't, no matter how hard I try.." Leaving the specifics out of your confession, tears begin to gather at the corners of your eyes. If you'd been sober, none of this would have even been said.

Like always, you would keep everything to yourself and push it deep deep down in hopes that it would just go away.

For a moment, a stark silence takes over the bedroom. He looks as though he's having a hard time trying to figure out how to respond to what you just said, if his habit of biting down on his bottom lip says anything.

"Is this person someone close to you? Or are they someone you barely talk to, let alone see?" He finally asks, unconsciously beginning to rub his thumbs across your cheeks with a soothing caress.

You should shut up..

Really..

You've already said more than enough..

Anymore, and the secret feelings you'd been holding for him would be revealed and everything would go downhill.

His friendship with you would end. Things would not only be awkward between the two of you, but between you and the rest of the boys as well.. Han might be the only exception to that, of course.. Chan would probably think you were gross or weird for liking him.. The possibilities were endless..

"Hey, what did I tell you earlier about getting stuck in your own head?" After failing to answer his original questions, he asked one that seemed to pull you back into reality, grounding your soul to your body once more.

"M' sorry.. He's someone I feel like m' sorta close to.. I've been friends with a buddy of his for awhile.. But I don't know what he thinks about me.. He's nice to me, treats me like m' his friend too, and he never leaves me out of anything.. But I just.. Wish I knew how he felt about me.. Hell, even knowing what he thinks about me would be nice.." Now on a drunken ramble, you find it hard to close your mouth. Everything is pouring out left and right, even though you're doing your best to keep names and specifics out of the conversation.

Occasionally, you slip, but it's minor, and he doesn't seem to notice.

Or at least that's what he lets you believe..

Right from the get go, Chan senses something is off. The way you refuse to look him in the eye while you speak, when generally, you're very attentive and prefer to hold eye contact with whomever it is you're speaking with, provides him with the notion that this 'person' you're speaking of, is him.

Instead of calling you out on it though, he waits. Being the patient man that he is, the last thing he wants to do is pressure you into sharing something you may or may not be comfortable with sharing at the moment.

Plus, he has to remember that you're drunk out of your mind. You're vulnerable and very emotional right now. He wants.. No. Needs, to make sure he takes care of you and doesn't take advantage of the situation simply due to inebriation.

"You should pull him aside when the two of you are alone and ask him how he feels. If that's too much, then take baby steps. Spend more time talking to him consistently, hang out with just him more often if it's possible.. Try to be as close to him as you can to help you build up the strength and courage to have a one on one serious chat about what's been on your mind." His tone is soft, like a bed of feathery pillows, and it drowns you in an even deeper sea of comfort and safety.

Even still..

What he says makes your stomach do back-flips.

"I.." You begin to speak, but the words slowly die out in the back of your throat. Suddenly it's very hard to form words. Maybe it's your brain' way of telling you that it's time to shut up and quit digging a deeper hole than the one you're already in.

Chan lets go of your face and cages you in between his arms like he did earlier in the kitchen. His movements are slow and fluid, not too fast to where it catches you off guard and scares you, and for that you feel more than grateful. "If this guy doesn't like you or even want to be around you? Then he's an idiot."

The way the words tumble past his parted lips seems to freeze the air around the two of you. Now you feel even more exposed. Not in the sense that you're comfortable, just.. Confused.

You don't know why you do it, nor do you even have the mental capacity to even think too long and hard about it, but the closeness in proximity that the two of you currently find yourselves in, makes your cheeks heat up even more. You get lost in his eyes, forcing yourself to stop from looking down at his lips. How badly you want to kiss them right now should be a crime..

"It'd be a shame if he didn't see just how smart; funny; kind; thoughtful.. Not to mention cute.. You are." He's finding it harder and harder to keep himself in check. He knows you're inebriated, but your silence speaks louder than any words in his vocabulary. As much as he knows you want to speak, it's that overthinking brain of yours that's preventing you from doing so.

With him calling you 'cute', something in your brain actually clicks, and realization dawns, finally. If you're reading him wrong, then what you're about to confess will sure as hell be embarrassing..

"Like you, Chan.." The 'I' had been a silent whisper. Mouthed, but not spoken.

As soon as those words escape the shackles of doubt and guilt, the soft look of shock he wears, makes your stomach sink more than it should.

Although you hadn't been looking at him before, you most definitely weren't making any attempt to gaze his way period.

"M' sorry. Tired. Just gonna go t' sleep." After a bout of voluntary silence, you change your trajectory, avoiding the elephant in the room, while simultaneously blaming your inebriation on the emotional garbled up junk that's coming from your lips.

A friend had always told you, "Drunk words are often times sober thoughts," and now regret was pooling in your gut from not taking her seriously.

Turning away from him completely, you opt to try and situate yourself on his bed, laying on your side to signal that the conversation is no longer open. Though his presence is still very obvious.

He hasn't moved from that spot since the drunken words tumbled past your guilty lips.

The urge to cry right now, is stronger than it ever has been. A friendship that was near and dear had just been ruined by a stupid drunk confession.

Without even realizing it, sniffles begin to ring out into the tense atmosphere of Chan' room, and that quickly gets him out of whatever daze he'd been put under. "Hey hey hey.. Don't do that. Don't let your brain think such mean and nasty thoughts." Trying to comfort you in any way possible, he reaches a hand over to rub your shoulder blades, but then hesitates, figuring you'd rather have your space right now.

When there's no response, just a soft shaking of his sheets beneath his fingertips, his brows furrow together and he finds his bottom lip tucked beneath his teeth.

As much as personal space and boundaries are important to him, he can't stand when people hurt. What kind of person would he be if he just left you there to silently sniffle and cry until you fell asleep with tear-stained cheeks?

"Sweetheart.." The sound of his own voice as he softly coos in your direction, is almost foreign to him. There's a crack there that gives away just how conflicted he is.

Once again, no response.

Fuck it..

Reaching forward, he wraps you in an embrace, arms slithering around your waist as he holds you against his chest.

Your breathing is labored, and he can audibly hear the breath you suck in from the unprepared intrusion. His own breathing has picked up as well.

Holding you in his arms has always had that affect on him..

Well..

He doesn't know exactly when it started, but the feeling of friendship and family was beginning to dwindle away and become something more. Something he hadn't really dealt with, and it genuinely scared him at first.

That was, until he processed his feelings, and thought it best to shove them down so he wouldn't scare you off or weird you out.

Han would definitely pitch a bitch fit if he was the reason why his best friend stopped coming around as often.

"Being mean to yourself is only going to make you miserable.. Trust me, I know.. It's not a great feeling. When I told you that you weren't a burden, I meant it. Having you around has been amazing. Seeing your dynamic with Hannie, how different it is for when he's around us, it genuinely makes me happy. It's a whole new side of him I barely get to see, and you help bring it out." Once Chan starts talking, it gets easier. Everything that's built up over the past few months just begins to effortlessly fall from his lips like a stream of water from a water fountain.

"The boys all seem to like you and get along. When you're not here, they always ask Han where his 'soulmate' is." He lets out a soft chuckle at this, picturing a cringing Han in his mind.

For a moment, he silences himself. He has to gather all of his thoughts so that when he speaks, it doesn't come out all mixed and confusing. By now, he's realized that you need people to explain things in a straightforward way. Otherwise, you're left confused and unsure of what to think, do, or even feel.

Just as Chan is about to go to speak once more, your voice, quiet and strained, touches his ears, and he immediately purses his lips. "While I do appreciate the sentiments.. And knowing that the boys enjoy my company.. M' still curious as to how you feel about me.. How you view me.."

He can sense the hesitance in your voice.

Instead of keeping you in the dark, even though he know he should, for the sake of not only your life and reputation inside and outside the makeup industry.. Not to mention how Stays and JYP themselves would react should the news ever get out that he harbored feelings for an up and coming makeup artist.. But his own career would be on the line.. Although that was the least of his concerns..

He knew that most of Stay was always so sweet and caring towards himself and the rest of his boys. Dating rumors wasn't shocking news to him. If it turned out the rumors were true though, he knew Stayville would probably blow up for a few weeks at most, but then things would gradually calm down and everything would return to a somewhat normal schedule.

Stays who left would be missed.

Stays who stuck around, would be appreciated not only in silence, but in Chan' own special way.

"Earlier, you said that none of us were available to date cause our hearts belonged to Stay."

Confusion bubbles up in your head and it causes you to arch a brow. Though he can't visibly see it because he's currently facing your back..

Why was he bringing this up now?

"That may be true. Stay will always hold a special place in each of our hearts, and not everyone's love will be shown in the same way, but.." A brief pause, followed by a sharp intake of breath, tells you that he's battling with himself on whether or not he should really say what he's about to say.

"But some of us hold love for others, outside of the idol life. That doesn't mean we don't love what we do and our Stay.. Just, outside of the media and everything else that comes with being an idol, we share love with those we feel a connection with."

To you, it sounds confusing as shit, yet understandable at the same time. You're sure if you weren't nearly as drunk as you were, you'd be able to immediately understand what he was trying to say without a second thought. Right now though? It feels like you're trying to put together a puzzle and the last piece doesn't match up with the slot that's left.

He sighs, and that pulls you away from your attempted deconstruction of his words. "What I'm trying to say is.. I like you. I like you a lot. I don't even know when it started, but I've liked you for at least awhile."

In simplest terms, he's just confessed how he truly feels about you, yet it feels rushed and not as meaningful as he thinks it should be. The tips of his ears turn a bright shade of pink, and he finds himself stuttering, running over his words. "I-I.. Fuck.. I really meant to tell you in a more appropriate way.. Wanted to take you out to dinner or something, but I-"

"Don't overthink, Chan.." Mirroring his words to you from earlier on in the night, he's quick to purse his lips back together once more.

To say you feel ecstatic is a huge understatement.

The fact that he's even given you a straightforward answer, rather than skirting around the conversation as you'd thought he'd try and do.. He'd at least given you an honest answer.

Him returning your bottled up feelings was just a plus.

When the silence is too much, you find yourself turning around in his arms, facing him directly. It's hard to keep your eyes on his face though, because the embarrassment you feel is crashing down on you in waves. Still, somehow, you manage to nuzzle your head into his chest, taking in his scent, listening to his heartbeat prattle against his rib-cage like the harmonious beat of a drum.

"Can I kiss you?" Seemingly out of nowhere, Chan asks this of you, his voice soft and much lower in octave as compared to how it had been earlier.

The heat in your cheeks is unbearable.

You should've known something like this would happen, yet, here you are, frozen to the spot, unsure on how you should answer.

"If you're not ready to just yet, that's fine. I don't want to pres-"

Cutting him off, you take it upon yourself to lean up and capture his soft lips with your own.

He tastes of minty toothpaste. Lips plump and soft, like cushions that provide you with comfort and warmth. The kiss is soft and sweet at first. Experimental, to put it bluntly. But the more you both get used to having your lips against one another, the more heated the kiss seems to get.

It starts with Chan nipping at your bottom lip, teeth tugging softly at the flesh there. Without a care in the world, nor a single thought in your head, you comply right away, opening your mouth wider so he can maneuver his tongue against your own.

There's so many thoughts swirling around in his brain at the moment. All he knows is that he's already addicted to you.. The way you taste, the way you make soft noises every time he surprises you with another chaste kiss after you catch your breath for barely two seconds.

When he gently eases you back against the bed, his arms caging you in beneath him, his lidded eyes flutter open, and he hesitantly removes his lips from your own.

The sight before him, only has his heart beating twice as hard.

You're panting, softly, but he can hear the short intakes of breath you produce. He can practically feel the heat radiating from your body, and it's driving him stir-crazy. Your eyes are lidded and staring up at him so innocently, he swears he's going to go crazy..

When the impure thoughts start to force themselves up to the forefront of his brain, he leans down and places one last soft and gentle kiss against the nape of your neck, before plopping himself down beside you, the soft sheets adorning his bed, wrapping him in a comfortable embrace.

"You're going to be trouble for me.." He admits out loud, peering at your face from the side.

The smile that graces your face, followed by the breathy chuckle that seems to swim graciously through his ears, is enough to make his heart swell.

"I think it's going to be the other way around, but we'll see." Teasing him, you avert your eyes to the ceiling, before you feel him wrap his arms around your waist, tugging you closer to his body. Physical affection seems to be a go to for him, which you're more than happy to provide.

"Hm? Confident now, are we? A few little kisses went straight to your head." A short laugh accompanies his clap-back.

If it were up to you, you'd sit there and listen to that sound all day long.

As soon as you're about to fall asleep though, nestled comfortably in his embrace, he presses his lips to the top of your head and smiles.

"Let me take you out to dinner, please? I want to do this whole thing properly, or else it's gonna bug the shit out of me.." His laugh is infectious, spreading to you in an instant. When you agree through short fits of giggles, his smile seems to grow.

"Great. It's a date then, sweetheart."

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

I just red your hybrid Isack one. Where it mentions a visual impaired reader with a service dog. Idea of drivers defending reader and their service dog from being people rude. Drivers included please Charles, Oscar, Jack, Lance, and I know his not technically on your list but Isack(if Isack can’t be included that’s completely okay) ~🐺

As always keep up your amazing writing it always great to read!!!!

thank you 🐺!! i won't ordinarily write for isack but i will for this! also this is more of a non-specific purpose service dog, hope that's okay!!

charles leclerc:

he loves you so much

he's arguably the least confrontational about it

but he will absolutely use himself to distract people from you and your service dog

no matter what it's for, he knows your dog helps you a lot and will do as much as he can to help protect their ability to do their job

especially if you're in the paddock, he'll kinda just start talking to whoever is trying to distract your dog

he will often only talk to them for long enough to let you and your service dog get away

that's if people are just ignorant and trying to distract or pet your dog

if someone is actively being rude about your service dog?

charles abandons all notions of non-confrontation

he is not afraid to yell and curse like the person is max verstappen and it's austria 2019

isack hadjar:

if he hears anyone at all being rude to you then he will make it very clear that he wants fuck all to do with them

he doesn't care if they're a fan, if they're decked out in his merch, if they've otherwise been nice to him

the second they say anything about you that isn't complimentary?

they're dead to him

literally goes from smiley happy puppy to stone-faced glaring

just turns around and walks away with you

has your dog walk in between the two of you so it's harder for people to try to pat them

and also it means he can put both of you on the other side of him to where whoever was being rude is

very subtly protective i think

jack doohan:

he knows people are often rude to you about your service dog

especially if you have invisible disabilities and/or illnesses

he's been out with you enough times to know that some people just really suck about it

you've gotten very good at picking your battles

you give them plenty of grace

more than jack would like you to

honestly he kinda wants you to just tell them to back up

if you don't he will

he'll very coldly tell the person to fuck off and educate themselves

while guiding you away

he will not tolerate anybody being rude to you

especially not about your dog, which he knows improves your quality of life so much

even if it's briatore and he should probably be cautious about his job

he isn't

he would also fight briatore if he made a sideways comment about you

lance stroll:

does not give a fuck about his reputation

he knows people already think he's brusque and unlikeable

if they're rude to you though he is very happy to prove their assumptions correct

which you kinda don't like because you know your boyfriend is just the sweetest and kindest man ever

but it is good for when someone won't leave you alone

will absolute not hesitate to tell someone—fan, journalist, engineer, he doesn't care—that your service dog helps keep you safe and if they can't respect that then they shouldn't be allowed in public spaces

he's blunt, but effective

only takes one or two incidents before everyone decides that maybe they should just mind their own business

before long you can walk just about anywhere in the paddock with your dog and not a single person will even look at you rudely

say what you want about him but he is kind of as private as you can get as an f1 driver

oscar piastri:

very pointedly ignores whoever made the comment

like just stands in front of you with his back to them and starts talking to you like there's nothing out of the ordinary

it always makes you smile because it's a bit cheesy

and the person might try just getting louder and louder in an attempt to be acknowledged

oscar will just casually talking about how anyone who's rude to service dogs and their handlers is so pathetic

if they keep going, so will he

guarantee he can humiliate anyone into shutting their mouth within minutes

he has very good self-control and emotional regulation

but that also means he can very easily access his regulated emotions and take them out on anyone who's rude to you <3

i'm so serious when i say that he has the capability for the most emotional destruction and psychological warfare out of everyone on the grid