#and it stood out to me back then because i was waiting for her to say his name and to see how she'd refer to him

[partiallysame]

Being Price’s lil wife

-Task force 141 knew Price was married. Man wore his ring religiously, always putting it back on the second they were in the helicopter/plane/whatever after each mission

-He’d come to work with a lunch packed with a cute lil heart note

-To be honest they all assumed you were the same age as Price (old) He always said he’d been “married for years�� (3)

-They never knew your name, Price only ever referred to you as The Missus

-Gaz swore Price had a photo of you in his wallet (he did) but they never knew what you looked like untilllllllll

-You called your husband simply to complain. The AC had gone out and the repair man wouldn't be able to get there for a couple days. No no this simply would not do, his perfect lil lady could not be uncomfortable in her own home he wouldn’t have it but fuck he’s out of the country for a few more days. His team however is not and while stupid, they do know how to do maintenance work (why? Just because.)

-He called his team for a very important mission. Gave them the address, accompanied with “I don’t want to hear a fucking thing about you causing any trouble or being disrespectful to the Missus you hear?” The boys were absolutely giddy to finally see the ever so important Missus.

-The second you opened the door Soap was apologizing for having the wrong house and oh so politely asked if you knew where the Price household was. This had to be the wrong one because there you stood, pretty young thing, big doe eyes. Standing in just a big shirt ending at the very tops of your thighs, lashes batting at the three soldiers standing at your door.

-“You’ve got the right place. John told me you were coming, please come in.” You had to hold in a giggle, watching all of their eyes go wide. Gaz immediately looking at the sky, the floor, anywhere but the wife of his captain that he was just undressing with his eyes.

-When you turned to guide them into the house they all saw PRICE printed on the back of the large tshirt just barely covering your ass (this is your own home pants are never required and its hot as hell without the ac). Now it was Ghost’s turn to look anywhere but at you.

-As they worked you’d bring them water or snacks. They now understood why Price kept you hidden from them. The perfect lil housewife. The woman of all of their dreams already taken.

-When they were finished they went to the kitchen to inform you they were done only to find a full meal set on the table waiting for them but worst of all? There you were reaching up to the top cabinet. On your tippy toes, your shirt (Price’s shirt) riding up enough to expose the bottom of your ass and lacey pink panties. Soap had to bite his knuckle to keep from groaning. Ghost grabbing the tops of his teammates heads, turning them away from the incredible sight in front of them.

-Price was right to keep you hidden from them

-They might just have to sneak in and break something every time Price was out of town if it meant this is what they got to see.

[gf2bellamy]

Can you write about reader and Spencer’s wedding night and him helping reader take down her hair and wash off her makeup and take off her dress. And reader and Spencer being goofy and practicing calling each other husband and wife because they’re new titles that they’re so excited to use

wedding night — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: reader saying she's suffocating in her dress?😭 a/n: i hope i did your request justice !! <3 i hope you like it <333 ( i wanna be married to spencer so bad oh my god )

You stood behind Spencer, your fingers resting lightly against his back as you waited—not so patiently—for him to unlock the hotel room door. 

“Hurry up,” you huffed, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I need to get out of this tight dress.” 

Spencer fumbled slightly with the keycard, mumbling something under his breath that you didn’t quite catch.

Finally, the lock clicked, and he pushed the door open, stepping aside to let you in first. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamps casting a warm ambiance over the space. Rose petals were scattered across the bed—a sweet surprise you hadn't expected—and the faint scent of vanilla lingered in the air. 

You barely had time to take it all in before Spencer turned to you, his eyes sweeping over you with the kind of admiration that made your breath catch. 

“You look beautiful,” he said softly. 

Something in the way he said it made your heart melt. It wasn’t just a compliment—it was a statement filled with pure admiration, as if he still couldn’t quite believe you were his. 

You smiled, warmth spreading through your chest. “Thank you, Spencer.” 

But then you let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “But you’re going to have to appreciate my beauty without it now because I’m about to suffocate in this dress.” 

You turned around, exposing the intricate lacework of the back, and pulled your hair to one side.

There was a brief pause before you felt his fingers graze the zipper at the top of your dress. His touch was featherlight, almost hesitant, and the warmth of his hands sent a shiver down your spine. 

He took his time, carefully pulling the zipper down inch by inch, revealing the bare skin of your back. His fingers brushed against you ever so slightly, and despite the fact that you had been with him for years—had just married him today—his touch still made you shiver. 

Spencer let out a quiet breath, and you swore you could feel the warmth of it against your shoulder. 

“You have no idea how breathtaking you are,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Your heart skipped a beat. 

You turned your head slightly, catching his reflection in the mirror across the room. His gaze wasn’t just admiring—it was adoring. Like he was seeing you for the first time all over again. 

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you reached back, taking one of his hands in yours. “I think I do,” you said, squeezing his fingers gently. “Because you always make me feel that way.” 

Spencer exhaled softly, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, his lips lingering there for a moment. 

You smiled softly, the warmth of the moment still lingering between you and Spencer. But as the cool air hit your back from the half-open zipper, reality set in—you needed to get out of this dress completely and into something comfortable. 

Your eyes flickered around the room, searching for your bags. “Where did Penelope put our stuff?” you murmured, more to yourself than to Spencer. 

You were practically dreaming of slipping into one of his shirts—something soft, loose, and big enough to drown you in warmth. The thought alone made you sigh in relief. 

Spencer, still standing behind you, let his hand drop from your back, his fingers briefly brushing against your skin before he turned to scan the room. It didn’t take long for him to spot the neatly placed bags by the bed, courtesy of Penelope’s insistence on handling every little detail. 

Without a word, he walked over, unzipping one of the suitcases and pulling out a familiar button-down shirt. He held it out to you, his fingers lightly gripping the fabric. “Here,” he said softly, his gaze meeting yours. 

You smiled, taking it from him, your fingers brushing briefly. As he turned away to shrug off his suit jacket, you wasted no time in stepping out of the gown. The heavy fabric pooled at your feet, and you sighed in relief as the pressure around your torso was finally gone. 

Slipping Spencer’s shirt over your head, you felt instant comfort. It smelled like him—clean, warm, and familiar. The fabric hung loosely over your frame, the sleeves falling just past your wrists. You buttoned it up halfway before rolling the cuffs slightly, already feeling cozier than you had all night. 

By the time you turned back around, Spencer was standing near the dresser, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves. 

You couldn’t help but admire him for a second—how even after all these years, just looking at him could send warmth fluttering through your chest. 

Spencer glanced up just in time to catch you staring, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. “You look good in my shirt,” he murmured, his voice softer than before. 

You grinned, hugging yourself slightly as you rocked on your heels. “I love your shirts. I think I might steal this one permanently.” 

You turned away from Spencer with a smile, heading into the bathroom. The moment you stepped inside, your eyes widened in pure awe. 

“Wow,” you breathed out, staring at the luxurious space in front of you. 

Spencer, hearing your reaction, quickly pulled on something more comfortable before following you inside. “What—” He stopped mid-sentence, his eyebrows raising slightly as he took in the enormous bathroom. 

The walls were lined with elegant marble, a massive soaking tub sat in one corner, and a glass-enclosed rain shower took up nearly half the space. But what really caught your attention was the mirror—the biggest bathroom mirror you had ever seen. 

“I have never seen a bathroom this big,” you marveled, still taking it all in. 

Spencer chuckled softly behind you. “I think this is bigger than my first apartment.” 

Your gaze shifted to the countertop, and your heart swelled at what you saw. Lined up neatly beside the sink were a variety of makeup removers, cotton pads, and skincare essentials—things you hadn’t packed. 

“Oh my God,” you sighed happily, pressing a hand to your chest. “The girls are angels.” 

Penelope, JJ, and Emily must have planned this—always looking out for you, always making sure you had everything you needed. It was such a small gesture, yet it made you feel so loved. 

You reached for one of the makeup removers, ready to start wiping away the remnants of the long day, but before you could, Spencer stepped closer. 

“Let me help you,” he murmured, gently taking the bottle from your hands. 

You blinked up at him, a little surprised, but you didn’t protest. Instead, you let out a soft hum, leaning back slightly against the counter as he got to work. 

Spencer carefully poured the remover onto a cotton pad, then reached up, his fingers grazing your jaw as he began to wipe away the makeup with slow, featherlight strokes. 

His touch was so delicate—as if he was handling something rare and precious. His gaze was focused, brows slightly furrowed in concentration, and the warmth of his fingertips against your skin sent tiny shivers down your spine. 

You couldn’t help the soft smile that crept onto your lips. 

“Spencer?” you murmured. 

His eyes flickered to yours, pausing his movements slightly. “Hmm?” 

A grin tugged at your lips as you stared at him, really stared at him. The man standing in front of you—the man who was so impossibly brilliant, kind, and completely yours. 

“You know you’re my husband now?” you said, a teasing lilt in your voice as you grinned at the word. 

Spencer’s lips twitched into a small, almost shy smile. He resumed his gentle strokes, wiping away the last traces of your makeup before whispering, “Yes.” 

He tilted his head slightly, his thumb brushing over your cheek in the softest caress. 

“And you’re my wife now,” he murmured. 

Your heart melted. 

Hearing that word from him—knowing that it was real, that you were truly his and he was yours—made you want to throw your arms around him and never let go. 

You bit your lip, happiness bubbling up inside you like an uncontrollable wave. “Say it again,” you whispered. 

Spencer let out a soft chuckle, his hands still cradling your face. He leaned in, pressing the lightest of kisses to your forehead before whispering against your skin: 

“My wife.” 

Your stomach fluttered, and you grinned at the sound of it. Wife. You were his wife. 

Spencer paused for a moment, his thumb brushing softly over your cheek. Then, without a word, he set the makeup wipe aside and reached up, his fingers finding the pins holding your hair in place. 

You sighed as he carefully pulled them out one by one, loosening the strands from the elaborate style they had been twisted into all day. His fingers worked through your hair, letting it cascade freely around your shoulders. 

When he was done, he ran his hands through it gently, smoothing it out before tucking a stray piece behind your ear. 

“There,” he murmured, his voice laced with something deep and fond. “Perfect.” 

You met his gaze, your heart swelling at the sight of him—of you together, standing in this quiet moment as husband and wife. 

Spencer’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer against him. You let your hands rest on his back, leaning into his warmth. 

“I think I could get used to this,” you whispered. 

Spencer pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his embrace tightening slightly. “Me too,” he murmured. “For the rest of my life.” 

[luvyeni]

ALL FOR YOU 𝕼. ( 이민형 )

𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( 이민형 x fem!reader )   ─── ❛ genre ⸝⸝ smut. content warning. idol!mark x idol!reader, unprotected sex , oral ( f ) , little bit of jealousy word count. 2.5k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library  !

synopsis … you knew mark and you would eventually cross paths; being in the same company and all — but this , this was stressing you out.

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ this one i like , so good job to me …

you knew mark and you would eventually cross paths; being in the same company and all — but this , this was stressing you out…

“okay yn since you’re the youngest; you can pair up with jisung since he’s also the youngest.” you and the tall boy exchanged small awkward smiles. “aren’t they so cute together?” you heard yuna whisper to mark; you boy next to you clearly heard because he started to turn a deep shade of red — not cause he liked you, but because knew you were with mark.

you and mark met when you were still a trainee under sm. you’d accidentally walked into the wrong practice room, mark so happened to be in there… to say you were embarrassed was an understatement. he found it cute and endearing, watching you scramble to find the right words — but all you could manage was a small squeak.

from that day on; he tried to seek you out, finding you in the practice room, pretending to be confused. looking for you in the cafeteria where you sat with the other trainees and future group mates. he never said anything, no, he didn’t want to get you in trouble; but that didn’t stop him from looking; and falling for what he saw.

he knew what he was getting himself into when he asked you out; he was not only asking someone younger than him, but his junior at that — he was asking for trouble, but he couldn’t help it. he liked you so much and you liked him.

your debut was announced about a month after you and mark began to secretly date, he was so excited for you; that was also the first time you two had sex and it was mind blowing.

you both didn’t want anyone to found out about your relationship; but unfortunately haechan has the code to mark’s apartment and loves to show up announced sometimes — and after a awkward first meeting with haechan and you, and mark pinning him down to the floor to get him shut his mouth; he promised not to tell staff… but that didn’t stop him from telling the other dreamies.

you decided to not tell your members at all — which you are currently regretting. “mark is kinda cute don’t you think?” yuna sat next to you as you sat down for a quick break. “huh?” you said. “and he so obviously wants me, you see how low his hands went.” you followed her gaze to your boyfriend who was talking to your manager. “he wants me for sure, should i ask for his number?”

you were stunned; how do you answer that question? “um i don’t think that’s a good idea , we really aren’t supposed to be dating.” you said , how ironic. “besides he’s probably already in a relationship.” you said , hoping she’d drop it, the jealousy starting to boil inside your stomach. “so innocent yn , of course he doesn’t a guy as fine as he is , he’s probably fucking all around world he has no time to have a girl waiting for him.” she stood up ; walking away leaving you with a heavy heart and green with jealousy. “i have to use the bathroom.” you got up. “hurry back, we have to practice , this collab has to be perfect.” yuna said , nodded walking out the room.

more like slamming the door behind you in marks eyes. “what’s wrong with her?” haechan asked. “did you two fight?” the elder shook his head; in fact he just talked to you before you guys met up and you seemed excited to be working with him and his group. “her and member seemed to be having a conversation before she stormed out , maybe they’re having a argument.” jaemin said. “should i go after her?” mark asked; normally he wouldn’t ask a question like that, he’d just go, but there were a bunch of staff and cameras around he didn’t want anyone catching on. “duh , go.” chenle said. “we’ll make sure no one finds out anything.”

he nodded , standing up walking out the door. “hey mark.” yuna batted her eyelashes at the boy. “hi.” was all he said before leaving out to find you.

why were you even mad? you could’ve told her and ended it there. you just didn’t want to jeopardize your careers and ruin your groups reputation, you were still in your early parts of your career. “get it together, you’re a professional.” you said to yourself before walking out of the bathroom , only to be pushed back in.

“mark what the hell?” you shrieked. “did anyone see you?” you questioned. “what’s wrong?” mark said , looking into your eyes; his filled with worry. “nothing im fine.” you tried to walk out but he grabbed your wrist. “mark.” you frowned. “tell me what’s wrong , the way you slammed that door.” he said. “did you and your member have a fight?” he asked. “no.” you trailed off. “then what is it?”

“its stupid.” you whispered , eyes to the floor. “hey.” he grabbed your chin, lifting your head up. “nothing you feel is stupid to me.” his hand covered your cheek, caressing it softly. “so tell me what’s wrong baby.” you sighed before speaking up. “it’s yuna , she likes you.” you said. “she wants to ask for your number.”

he didn’t want to laugh, but the cute pout on your lips as you spoke, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “are you laughing at me?” you asked. “i told you it was stupid , let me go.” you pulled away from him , but he grabbed you , pulling you close to wrap his arms around you. “you’re just too cute baby , so jealous and so cute.” he said. “it’s not funny , i told her you probably have a girlfriend and you know what she said.” he smiled listening to you ramble. “she said there’s no way a guy as fine as you are isn’t fucking all around the world.”

“she said that?” he said; of course that wasn’t true. “yeah , can you believe it.” you said. “and i guess she wants to be next.” you pouted, slapping his arm. “don’t say it like it could be a possibility mark.” he winced , rubbing the spot. “baby you know it’s not a possibility, not even a 0.01% chance i would do that,” he said. “you sure?” he giggled, kissing your pouty lips. “100%.” you smiled. “now stop pouting and let’s get back to the practice room before they start to question our whereabouts.”

“wanna stay here with you.” you said , he smiled. “come over tonight , and you’ll have me all to yourself yeah?” he had you pinned against the sink. “you’d like that?” you bit your lip nodding. “yeah.” he was about to pull you into a kiss — when you both got a ping on your phones. he groaned , pulling away from you. “we have to go.” you said. “why now when im so hard,” he said. “just 5 more minutes.” your phones going off again. “i don’t think we can.” you said. “let’s go before they send a search party.”

you made your return first; coming up with a excuse to tell your leader; luckily she didn’t question it. “just get in line and get ready.” you nodded , standing next to jisung. “happy now?” he smirked , you rolled your eyes , pushing him. “look who’s back.” mark made his way back inside the room. “there were people at the vending machine,” he said. “at the vending machines and yet not a single snack or anything.” haechan said. “i ate it on the way back.” he gritted through his teeth , silently threatening the boy. “okay , okay let’s get back to practice.” the choreographer said ; mark giving you a quick glance and a wink making you smile as the music started.

“good job everybody.” the choreographer said; mark watched you begin to pack up. “here.” someone shoved a piece of paper in his face. “uh.” he looked up, yuna staring him in the face. “it’s my number.” she said. “oh , i don’t think — yuna lets go.” your leader called out for the girl. “here.” she dropped it in his hand making her way out ; you watched the whole thing. “yn.” he called out. “bye.” you gave him a tight lipped smile as you made your way out. “she’s jealous.” jeno said. “yeah no shit.” he tossed the paper in the trash.

“baby please talk to me.” you sat on his bed later that night , arms folded stubbornly against your chest. “you know what she did as soon as we got back to the dorms?” you said. “she went on and on how you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her boobs , how you were definitely into her and you taking her number solidified that.” you spat out , he laid against the headboard , his hand coming up to your thigh. “baby i told you i wasn’t , i threw the number away.” he whined. “and i wasn’t looking at her boobs , i was looking past her , looking at your boobs.”

“now isn’t the time for jokes mark.” you said flatly , trying to hold back a smile. “but it got you to smile.” he pulled you back against a smile. “mark.” he kissed behind your ear. “i don’t want anyone else but you.” he whispered, knowing what it did to you. “you’re so cute when you’re jealous , huffing and puffing.” he said , hands traveling down to your side. “makes me so hard.” he turned your head around, pulling you into a heated kiss.

he slipped his tongue inside your mouth , both of you moaning into the kiss , he flipped you over so he was on top. “so fucking pretty.” he dipped inside your neck. “you don’t know what you do to me , how much i wanted to pull you away from jisung.” he groaned. “his hands were too low on you.” he growled. “se-seems like you were jealous too.” you whimpered , he bit down on your neck. “fuck mark don’t leave any marks.” he licked the spot on your neck. “fuck of course i was jealous baby , i wanted to dance with you , not her.” he gripped your waist tightly. “all i could think about is you while dancing.”

he kissed down the valley of your breast. “the way you looked.” *kiss* “the way you talked.” *kiss* “the way you smelled.” he gave you one final kiss. “fuck and the way you taste.” he pulled your leggings down your legs , spreading them open. “ma-mark i need you.” you desperately mewled. “yeah?” he smirked. “need me to lick your pretty pussy.” he kissed your clothed cunt. “mhm pl-please.” he pulled your panties to the side; his cock twitching in his sweats. “look how wet you are.” he groaned. “all this for me baby?” you nodded , he gave your clit another kiss. “mhm fuck , you taste so good.” he dove into your heat , passionately licking your folds. “ma-mark , fuck that feels good.”

he hummed against your heat , holding your legs apart as he feverishly licked your folds. “fuck , fuck keep going.” your hand tangled up into his hair as your hips bucked up involuntarily. “fuck mark im gonna cum.” he replaced his mouth with his fingers , pushed two inside. “you’re so wet , gonna cum for me?” you nodded , the knot in your belly getting tighter. “cum for me then , be a good girl and cum for me.” you gasped out , the knot finally snapping as you came all over her fingers. “good fucking girl.” his voice filled with lust. “made such a mess on my fingers.”

he pushed his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. “so sweet.” he said. “like fucking candy baby.” he untied the string to his sweats , pulling them down just enough to free his fully erected cock. “look how hard i am for you.” he pressed his tip against your hole. “only get like this for you.” he slowly slid inside you. “fuck mark , so-so big.” you moaned , he grunted. “sh-shit baby you’re so tight.” his cock slowly filling you up , his cock kissing your cervix. “love this pussy so much.”

he pulled out , stopping at the tip; pushing himself all the way in. “so so much.” he groaned. “mark faster.” you moaned. “faster?” he said , speeding up. “yes like that.” your fingers running through his hair. “no need to be jealous baby , it’s all for you.” he groaned. “all mines.” he groaned as you tugged at his hair. “it’s yours.” he whispered in your ear. “so take what’s yours baby.”

he pulled out of you; laying back letting you climb into his lap. “ride me baby , ride your cock.” he groaned as you held the base of his cock , sinking down on him. “fuck mark.” he watched in awe as you rode him; bouncing up and down on his length. “fuck that feels good princess , ride me , ride it like you own me.” he held your waist as you worked his cock. “fuck baby im about to cum.” he moaned out. “no-not yet , almost there.” you stuttered , legs faltering. “fuck , fuck mark im about to cum.”

he held your hips , bucking up into your needy cunt. “fuck baby cum.” he groaned. “cum.” both of you moaning out as you came at the same time , your head dropping in between his neck. “b-baby don’t leave any marks , my manager will kill me.” he sighed , loving the feeling on his lips … okay maybe he can’t take the scolding.

“what were you thinking , the makeup artist is gonna kill you if that isn’t gone by the performance.” you heard his manager scolding him as your group walked into the practice room. “next time at least put it somewhere no one can see.” the older man shook his head in disappointment. “so irresponsible.” you chuckled , covering your smile. he looked at you frowning. “guess he had too good of a time last night.” your other member said. “guess yuna was wrong.” you looked at yuna who looked upset upon seeing the mark on his neck. “let’s just get this over with.” she said stomping away; your other member was chuckling. “don’t worry she’ll get over it , if not oh well.” she said. “and don’t you laughed too much.” she turned to you. “what are you talking about?”

she rolled her eyes. “you think im dumb , if you aren’t careful you’ll be getting a scolding just like he is.” she said. “at least he’s smart enough to put it somewhere no one can see.” she walked away leaving you stunned; mark looking at you curiously. “what?” he mouthed , you pointed to your member. “she knows.” you mouthed back, he shrugged. “tell them all.”

guess it’s time to tell your members the truth.

©️LUVYENI

[chrishme]

Amazing | Billie Eilish x fem!reader

summary: you comfort billie after her recent loss at the grammies.

warning: crying, that’s it. pure fluff other than that.

a/n: i know this is really really short but this is how i cope lmao my poor girl deserved so much better :(

•·.·''·.·•*ੈ✩‧₊˚.ೃ࿐*ೃ༄·˚ ༘ˏˋ°•*⁀➷⋆·˚ ༘

You were heartbroken, to say the least. Watching your girlfriend cry at the Grammies wasn't on your 2025 bingo card, and your heart ached for her. The night was magical at first, with you and Billie posing for camera's on the red carpet, both of you backstage getting ready for her performance, the happy smiles and quick kisses before running off onto the stage.

But every time her name wasn't called onto the stage later in the night, you can see your girlfriends smile falter more and more. Billie was a good sport however, and definitely wouldn't express her disappointment, especially with the camera's watching her every move.

The Grammies after party was nice, you and Billie danced together and managed to meet up with a few friends at the party, but you could still tell the loss from earlier that night was weighing heavy on her.

The two of you parted ways with Finneas and Claudia, Finneas making sure to give his sister an extra hug along with words of reassurance before going home. The ride up the elevator to you and Billie's shared apartment was silent, and you couldn't wait to be behind closed doors to hug and comfort her. As soon as the door to the apartment closed, you turn and she sulks into your arms, wrapping them around your waist, head on your chest.

You two stood there for a moment, and you run a hand through her hair and place a kiss on her forehead. It's not until moments later that you hear sniffles escaping from Billie, and your heart pangs at the noise.

"Bils?" You voice comes out in a whisper, trying to make her say something, anything. A moment passes by and Billie's ocean blue orbes finally meet your own. Your thumb runs over a stray tear that stains her cheek. "Are you okay?" You know it's a stupid question to ask, but you need to know what was going on in that pretty head of her's.

She nods at your words, sniffling. You bring her into you again, rubbing circles along her back. You knew she loved it when you did, and soon enough her body begins to calm against your own. "Your performance was amazing." You whisper out to her, kissing her forehead. "Thanks baby." She responds back, appreciating your efforts to make her feel better. She pulls away, and you grab her by the chin, making her look into her eyes.

"Bils, you worked so hard on this album and I know how much it meant for you to win, but just because you didn't doesn't make you or the album any less amazing."

She can tell your words are genuine by the look on your face. She manages a smile, and you can't help but mirror one back to her. She grabs your cheek and gives you a gentle kiss. You kiss back, fingers lacing in her hair. "I love you." She says, smiling against your lips. You always knew how to make her feel better. You smile back, "I love you too, Billie."

She rest her forehead against yours, breathing in your scent, finally feeling somewhat at peace for the first time that night, embraced in your arms. "Ya'know, if it were up to me, you would have won everything." You say with a smile. She smiles back at you, letting out a little laugh. "I know, baby. I know."

•·.·''·.·•*ੈ✩‧₊˚.ೃ࿐*ೃ༄·˚ ༘ˏˋ°•*⁀➷⋆·˚ ༘

[lyjen]

Stay, stay, stay | Evan "Buck" Buckley

Summary: When Buck gets assigned to get up the ladder and put a fire out during a rain and thunderstorm, he gets struck by lightning. He’s walking around in a coma dream and has to find his way out of it to get back to his fiancée (Y/n).

Request: @shauna-carsley

<<< 9-1-1 Masterlist

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

(Y/n) swung the towel over her shoulder as she turned around and made her way to the shelf to get some herbs. 

Buck, on the other hand, placed his foot into the last step of the staircase as he scanned the environment. When he saw his fiancée cooking in the open kitchen, he smiled and made his way over. 

“So.. did I hear you right earlier or are you actually about to serve the team your so-called ‘experimental pasta bake of doom’ for dinner?” he asked as his smile morphed into a playful grin on his face. 

He leaned against the kitchen counter and crossed his arms as he waited for her to answer. (Y/n) chuckled and threw him a side-eye as she stood on her toes to reach the herbs she needed. When she caught the herbs she closed the cabinet and turned back around to the stove. 

“First of all, it’s not the ‘pasta bake of doom.’ It's just pasta with a little creative touch. Second, aren’t you supposed to be cleaning the truck or something instead of bugging the chef?” she said as she shook the little container to add it to the pot. 

Buck shrugged his shoulders as he moved to the kitchen island where the stove was, and (Y/n) was working on her dish. “I finished, so now I’m on ‘supervision duty.” He answered her question. “You know, just making sure you don’t set the firehouse on fire. Again” he continued as he placed his right hand on the counter and tried to get her to look at him.

She grabbed the wooden spoon that was in the pot and started to stir. “That was one time! And it wasn’t even my fault- the oven malfunctioned.” She told him as she felt the eyes burning into her skin even more. 

But before Buck could even come back with an answer, Chimney passed by with a smirk on his face. “Pretty sure it was malfunctioning because someone put too much cheese on their lasagna.” He said as he kept on moving. 

Buck his eyes grew wide at the reaction, he pointed his finger out at Chimney. “See? It’s not just me who remembers.” Buck said as he turned back towards (Y/n). 

(Y/n) stopped stirring as she gave Chimney a look that said really? She glared at both of them. “You two better shut up or I’ll accidentally forget to make enough for either of you.” 

In the distance a small laugh came from the dining table where Eddie was sitting, his phone was in his hand but his eyes were locked on the conversation between the two. “Really brave, Buck. You keep poking at the person in charge of our  food today. Bold strategy.” Eddie chimed in. 

(Y/n) let out a small sigh  as Buck didn’t drop the conversation, she tapped the remaining sauce off the spoon, back into the pot. Maybe she wasn’t the best chef, and maybe she did almost burn this place down. But at least she was trying? That must’ve meant something, right? 

Buck didn’t even bother to react to Eddie’s comment as the grin on his face grew wider. “I’m just saying, if this pasta bake ends up being a total disaster, the entire firehouse is going to blame me for not stopping it.”

She tapped the spoon one last time on the brim of the pot as she pointed the wooden spoon at him. “You should be blamed- for being annoying, not helpful.” she said as she let the spoon move in between them, almost letting it look like a threat.

A small grin appeared on her face as she locked eyes with Buck, he was just teasing her. They both went silent for a moment as they just looked at each other. Until a voice interrupted the moment. “What’s going on here?” 

Bobby walked in with a clipboard in his hands and one eyebrow raised at the sudden silence. “Nothing, Buck was just on his way to leave the kitchen. He’s officially banned from the kitchen, he’s already on his fifth snarky comment and dinner isn’t even ready yet.” she said as she stood across Buck, switching looks between Bobby and her soon to be husband. 

Buck glanced over his shoulder as he held up his hand in defense. “I’m just saying what we’re all thinking! Someone’s got to make sure this meal doesn’t turn into a second alarm.” he said as he looked at Bobby. 

And then a familiar sound roared through the entire firehouse, but it wasn't the fire alarm Buck was talking about. 

“Engine 118, truck 118, ambulance 118, structure fire, MacArthur Park Apartments“  The alarm sounded through the house. 

“Okay, one eighteen let’s go!” Bobby said as all the people on the loft dropped what they were doing and stood up to make their way towards the rigs. 

Everyone except for (Y/n).

She was actually on light duty because during her morning run a few days ago, she twisted her ankle. 

She didn’t even know how it happened. It just.. happened. She tried to walk it off, but when she returned home and Buck saw her stumbling while entering the house, he sighed. She always had been kind of clumsy. 

Anyways, walking was still difficult, she could walk but every step hurted. And since it would only slow down the team more than actually help, Bobby had decided that it was best for her and the team to put her on light duty. 

So here she was, trying to make dinner. While the alarm zoomed through the house. (Y/n) watched her friends and colleagues leave the loft, making their way towards the rigs as Buck took another second to look at his fiancée. Buck scanned the scene, he knew no one was waiting for the two of them to be close.. especially on shift. 

But no one except the two of them were on the loft right now. “See you in a bit” Buck said as (Y/n) had already continued to stir the sauce, facing the stove. He pressed his warm lips quickly against her cheek. “Be careful” she told him as he was already making his way towards the stairs. “Oh and don’t do anything stupid!” she added, sounding a little louder now. 

Buck turned around as he continued walking backwards, that same grin as before was written all over his face. “Have you met me?” he said, his grin turning into a small smile as he sent her a fast wink and turned back around speeding down the stairs. 

She didn’t know how long this call was going to take. It was a structure fire, it could take an hour, or it could take four hours, or even six. She decided to just try and finish the dish, so she could reheat it when her team came back from the call. 

-

Buck watched the rain splatter against the windows of the rig as they were making their way towards the structure fire. It was silence on the rig, as everyone was trying to get into focus. The only thing sounding through their headphones was the thunder roaring over Los Angeles. 

The truck pulled to a stop, not even a second later Buck and the rest of the team were stepping out of the rigs. Buck stepped out of the vehicle, feeling the puddle with water splash against his boots. 

“Okay, Hendrix, Meyers, Perez!” Bobby’s voice sounded over the scene, trying to be louder than the rain that was coming down like the gods were mad. The team followed Bobby as he started shouting orders to specific people. “Start evacuating the building!” he continued as he pointed to the building that was on fire with his hand. 

“Chimney, Buck, Eddie.” Bobby pointed at the right people, “You guys are on ladder duty.” He added as the three of them nodded at his words. “I want you to get up to that window and hit it. Let’s go!” the captain continued as he pointed his index finger to the right window. “Copy that cap!”

Not even three minutes later, Eddie was already turning and extending the aerial to the assigned window. With a ladder belt secured around his waist, Buck made his way back to the top of the truck where Chimney was waiting to go up the ladder. The tip of the hose set was hanging over his shoulder as he watched Eddie extend the aerial. 

“Hey. Where do you think you’re going? I got this.” Chimney said as he saw Buck climbing on top of the truck with the ladder belt secured around his waist. “No way, you got the last one.” Buck answered as a soft grunt fell from his mouth and made his way to the start of the ladder. 

Chim squinted his eyes at the rain that was pouring and hitting his face. “Didn’t realize you were keeping track,” he said. Making Buck grin “Come on, Chim, it’s me. I’m always keeping track.” Buck said with enthusiasm in his voice. 

These were the things he loved doing on the job. 

Eddie grinned at the conversation, grabbing the hook and securing Buck to the line, so if something went wrong he wouldn’t fall to his death. 

“Alright, cowboy, go get ‘em.” Eddie said, as Buck accepted the line Chimney was holding out to him. “Alright” he said, as he carefully made his way up the aerial. 

In his left hand he held the hose line and he used his right hand to climb up the ladder. The mix of people’s voices and sirens were filling his eardrums as he finally reached the top of the ladder. 

With his heart beating in his chest, he turned the hose line on and started to aim for the window Bobby had mentioned earlier.  

Where Buck could hear voices from below the ladder earlier, that sound faded away as some electrical buzz took over the scene. It almost sounded like an electricity pole was damaged, but it didn’t come from below him. Whatever he was hearing was from above. 

“The hell is that?” he asked himself. Buck looked above him, fully facing the rain that was still pouring down. But he couldn’t find a source, so he just continued doing his job. It didn’t take five seconds, or there was a flash of white covering Buck’s entire vision. 

The lightning hit his body. And he felt it, everywhere. 

Bobby’s eyes were locked onto the person who was on top of that ladder. But his heart dropped the second he saw what was happening right in front of his eyes. He could hear a loud scream and then Buck’s body tumbled over the edge of the ladder, his body now hanging on to the line that was secured to the ladder belt he was wearing. 

Eddie fell onto the ground after the bolt had struck just near him. He grunted at the pain in his back when it had met the ground. He rolled to his side, as he got onto his knees and hands to reach for his helmet that had prevented him from hitting his head on the asphalt. 

He pressed one hand onto the ground as he pushed himself off the ground and back onto two legs. He pressed his helmet back onto his head as was on his way to climb back onto the truck, not really knowing what had happened. But the moment he was climbing the ladder to get on top of the truck, towards the control panel of the aerial, he looked to his right. 

His best friend was floating in the air, lifeless. 

His eyes widened at the sight, “Buck!” he screamed out. Without thinking, Eddie hurried up the ladder. The steps were wet, making him almost slip now and then, but he didn’t care. He needed to help his teammate, his colleague. 

“Mayday, mayday, mayday, this is Captain Nash, 118. We have a firefighter down at the MacArthur Park Apartment fire. Need additional task force and rescue immediately.” Bobby’s voice sounded over the radio as Eddie called out for his best friend, hoping for some kind of reaction. 

It was horrible, seeing him hanging like that. 

In the meanwhile when Eddie had finally reached the top of the ladder, he tried to pull him up. But pulling up someone who was unconscious was impossible. “Can you hear me? Buck!” he called out, but calling out his name was more for a cry for help than to get him to wake up. The water from the hose line was still spraying down, Eddie didn’t even bother to turn it off. He only had one goal, and that was trying to get Buck down to an ambulance.

If he couldn’t pull Buck up, they had to lower him down. Chimney had taken place down the ladder, ready to help. “We need more slack!” Eddie called out on the top of his lungs. “More slack coming up!” Chimney yelled back. Eddie groaned as he gently let the rope slide through his fingers, and watched Buck’s body being lowered down to the ground where Bobby was. He was commanding Hen to get the ambulance as close as possible. They couldn’t waste a second. 

Buck’s body was almost down at the ground again. Bobby grabbed his feet and turned him so he could be laid down onto the gurney easily. “Come here kid” Bobby’s voice was filled with worry. He put his arm on his back, “I got him, I got him!” he said. He wasn’t sure if he was telling the team, or if he was soothing himself with those words. 

“Okay bring that gurney over here, let’s go!” Bobby commanded his paramedics. 

“I need the lifepak!” Chimney shouted through Bobby’s orders to hurry up. They needed to do something, he was up there for way too long. The entire team was helping Buck onto the gurney which was being flooded with water the second it came out of the ambulance. 

“Let’s get the lifepak on!” Chimney continued as they disconnected Buck from the line he was still attached to. Hen gently took off Buck’s helmet, as they opened his turnout coat. and cut through his uniform to get to his chest. “No pulse.” Hen said as she held her fingers to his neck to check his pulse.While, the worry in her voice almost turned into panic mode. 

“Get that lifepak ready!” Chimney now shouted. But the second he got handed the lifepak, Hen spoke up. “It doesn’t make sense to shock him. He’s in full cardiac arrest!” she said as she looked over at her partner, and towards Buck’s bare chest thinking of what to do. 

“I’m starting compressions, get that lifepak off!” Hen’s partner now said, as he climbed on top of the gurney, pressing his hands deep into Buck’s chest. “Come on Buck! Come on!” Chimney’s voice said as he tried to get his brother-in-law’s heart beating again. “Come on man! You can’t leave (Y/n)!” he continued shouting, hoping those words would get him back to reality. 

“Alright Chim! Chim, we've got to move!” Bobby ordered Chimney, but he was so determined to get him back, words around him weren’t coming through. It wasn’t until Hen gave him a small push, that he realized he needed to get off the gurney. 

“Dispatch, this is Captain 118. We have a firefighter down, struck by lightning, unresponsive, three minutes out.”

______

(Y/n) arrived through the emergency entrance of the hospital. Desperately looking for someone she knew, and could tell her what the hell had happened on that call. Her hair was soaking wet, she didn’t even bother to grab a jacket when she ran outside towards her car. She didn’t care if she’d catch a cold. That was the least of her worries at the moment. 

“Wha..- What the hell happened?” (Y/n) gasped as she stumbled into the waiting room. Finding a small part of her crew. Oh god, the moment she stepped through those doors it almost made her puke. They had been through too much already. But walking through those doors made her heart pound in her chest, like she had run a marathon for miles. 

She hadn’t cried at all, but walking through those doors made it seem more real to her. 

She saw Hen and Eddie turning around, Hen’s eyes were still watering and Eddie’s were red like he hadn’t slept in days. But it wasn’t the exhaustion that made his eyes that red. The second she locked eyes with Hen, (Y/n)’s eyes were still wide open in shock. Tears were stinging in her eyes as the two of them walked towards her. 

“(Y/n)...” Hen sighed, as she stood across from her with Eddie on her left side. “No…” she said as she looked at Hen. Trying to suppress the cry and the tears that were crawling up. Eddie pressed his hand to her upper arm, trying to comfort her. While she took a deep, shaky breath, trying to comfort herself too. 

But the feeling in her chest started to feel tighter within the second. Her breaths were shallow and inconsistent as panic clawed its way through her. Her vision became blurry and she grabbed the fabric of her shirt, pressing the small piece of fabric between her hands to try and get herself back. 

Her world began to spin faster and the sound of her heart was pounding like a drum in her ears. Tears were beginning to slowly stream down her face when Hen started to explain what had happened on scene. But none of the words she told her we're coming through. Everything she said was inaudible. 

“Hey, hey, (Y/n), look at me,” Hen’s calm yet commanding voice cut through the haze, pulling her attention. Her eyes were locked onto Hen now, “Breathe with me, okay?” her voice said. 

(Y/n) shook her head, as more tears streamed down her face. “I... I can’t... I can’t breathe.” 

“Yes, you can. I’m right here with you. We are right here with you.” Hen said softly, as she looked at Eddie and back at (Y/n), gently placing her hands on (Y/n)’s shoulders. “In through your nose for four, out through your mouth for four. Let’s do it together. Ready?”

Hen took a breath in, holding up four fingers as she inhaled. (Y/n) struggled but copied her action, shaky and uneven. Hen’s fingers slowly counted down from four to one, guiding her through it again.

“That’s it. You’re doing great. Just one breath at a time.” She coached her. 

Slowly, (Y/n)’s breathing began to steady, the panic loosening its grip. Hen kept her focus on (Y/n) “There you go. See? You’ve got this,” Hen said with a reassuring smile, squeezing (Y/n)’s shoulder. 

Tears rolled down (Y/n)’s cheeks, but she nodded, a small sense of control returning. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice raw. “Always,” Hen replied, as she guided her to take a seat in one of the hospital waiting room chairs. Eddie and Hen both took a seat beside her, trying to comfort her as they waited for some news. 

“He’s going to be okay” Hen said, placing her hand onto her shoulder as she gave it a soft, gentle, squeeze. 

• Buck’s coma dream

“People have been dropping off food all day.” Margaret said as she proudly looked around the apartment of Buck. Pointing at the flowers and the cards he had received over the days he had been in the hospital. 

“And oh, your kids.. ” Wait, did he hear that right? Was he a father? Did he have kids with (Y/n) in whatever this was? His eyes grew wide, filled with hope as she said those words. He cleared his throat, “I- Um..- Kids?” he stumbled. 

Margaret smiled and nodded at his short question, “yes, your students.” she answered with a duh tone in her voice. Like he had to know what she was talking about. But when the word “kids” fell off his mother’s lips, all he could think about was: where was his fiancée? 

His eyebrows furrowed at her latest words, students? What was she talking about? He was a firefighter, right? What students was she talking about? “What?” he asked his mother with a confused look all over his face. But when his mother wanted to answer his question, he threw another question at her.

“Wait.. Where’s (Y/n)?” he then asked. Looking around the apartment for any clues. What kind of future, dream, universe was he in? He had so many questions floating through his mind right now. 

His mother was looking at him in confusion, “What are you talking about? Who is (Y/n)?” Margaret asked as she followed her son’s eyes, desperately searching the cabinets and shelves that were in the apartment from a distance. 

“My girl, my fiancée? Where is she?” Buck asked. Why didn’t anyone recognize her name? They knew about her, and how much he loved her. Why wasn’t anyone telling him where she was. Were they playing some kind of weird mind game with him? 

“How hard did you hit your head when you made that fall?” Phillip chimed in then. A feeling of annoyance slowly entered his body. “What? I-” he stumbled, but before he could even think of a proper something to say, his dad turned to Daniel. 

“Are you sure he’s okay?” Phillip asked his eldest, with a drink in his hand. Daniel sighed as he opened the fridge and grabbed a beer out of it as he read the label. “Yeah, why do you keep doubting me?” Daniel answered as he closed the fridge then again. “It’s not like I'm a doctor or anything.” He continued, with his eyes still burned onto the label of the beer and he made his way towards the living room part of the apartment. 

As Daniel and Phillip walk towards the couch, Buck’s eyes were locked onto the two of them. But then his attention was caught by something else. A sparkly, golden, 3D model of a ferris wheel was on one of the cabinets in his apartment. 

Determined, he walked towards the cabinet, standing in front of the ferris wheel as he let his fingers trace over the model. “What’s this?” he asked his mother who was following his steps. 

“No Idea. It doesn’t go with anything else I picked out.” Margaret answered his question. 

Only the thought of a ferris wheel made his mind go back to one of the worst days of Buck’s life. His fingers traced over the golden ferris wheel parts, as his eyes were locked onto the piece of decoration. 

The room around him seems to fade away. The sound of the television in the living room playing, and his family members communicating, it all dissolved into the deafening roar of rushing water. 

He was back on the pier. 

The sky was clear and blue, the sun’s reflection was shimmering off the ocean’s surface. Within the snap of a finger, the water retreated, a silent inhale before it’d drown Los Angeles. 

Buck lifted Christopher over his shoulder as he grabbed (Y/n)’s hand who was still staring at what ever the fuck was happening with the ocean. “(Y/n)! Come on!” he yelled as he roughly pulled her with him towards land again. 

He sees (Y/n). Terror in her eyes. Her hand slipping from Buck’s grip as the wave rips them apart.

“(Y/n)!” Buck gasps, his breath hitching. (Y/n) was fighting the water to keep her head up and above the water, but the waves were too strong. He can still feel the water closing in, pulling him under, tossing him through the wreckage. His lungs burn. His muscles scream. (Y/n)’s horrifying scream went through his marrow and bones again, like it did every time he thought back of that day. 

The memories crash into him like the waves did that day. 

“But if you like it, I love it.” His mom touching his shoulder and upper arm yanks him back to the conversation he was having with his mom. His chest heaves as he blinks, the 3D model of a ferris wheel coming back into focus. The sound of water is gone. The scream of (Y/n) still sounding faded in the back of his head. 

• Reality

(Y/n) walked those awful grey and white hospital hallways. She kept her head low, looking down at the ground as she didn’t know what to do with herself. (Y/n) didn’t know how to feel, there were so many emotions rushing through her body.

 She took another turn to the left, Chimney and Bobby came into her view. They were standing in front of one of the windows, looking into the room Buck was being placed in. 

“Hey.” she said, her tone worried. “What do we know?” she asked the two men in front of her who were slowly turning towards (Y/n) now.

“Not much, He’s alive. In critical condition. They had to put him into a medically induced coma to allow his body to rest and recover. The next twenty four hours are going to be crucial.” Bobby said, surprisingly calm. 

She didn’t want to even glance through the window. If she’d do that, things would be real. But it wasn’t a dream. If this was a dream, this would be the definition of a nightmare. But all the times she had pinched herself, wasn’t enough. She sighed as she finally found the courage to look through the window. 

Slowly she let her eyes wander to the bed Buck was lying on. This would be one of the moments that’d hunt her forever, the picture would be burned into her brain. She squeezed her eyes closed and bit her lower lip. It was real. 

She took another shaky breath, opening her eyes once more. Scanning the environment. “He’s on life support. Breathing with the help of a ventilator?” (Y/n) said, but it sounded more like a question. 

“The lightning strike was literally a shock to his system. Sent him into cardiac arrest.” Bobby explained the situation as (Y/n)’s eyes were only locked onto her fiancée who was hooked up to all those different machines. 

But Bobby’s explanation was interrupted by a soft sound of a ringtone. Bobby quickly fished his phone from his pocket as he read the caller-ID. “Oh- I’m sorry I have to take this..” he said, excusing himself as he walked away and pressed the phone to his ear. 

Chim took place next to (Y/n) who was still looking through the window. Chimney didn’t say anything as he joined her looking through the window. He gave her some time to just look in peace. There was already so much information coming towards her. 

“It’s so weird.. an hour ago he was up and jumping through the station with his jokes. And now, he’s in there.. hooked up to whatever machines to stay alive.” 

Chimney swallowed, his jaw tightening. “Yeah.” His voice was hoarse, raw with disbelief. “One second he’s making fun of your cooking skills, the next he’s—” He gestured toward the room, as if that explained everything. As if it ever could.

Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. (Y/n) bit her lip, her gaze tracing the pale face of the man lying in the hospital bed. He looked so still. So unlike Buck.

“He’s gonna wake up,” Chimney said suddenly, more to himself than anything. “He has to.” he added as he looked to his left, looking at (Y/n) who was trying to suppress her emotions.

(Y/n) didn’t answer right away. Their throat burned, emotions threatening to spill over. Finally, they nodded, forcing a small, fragile smile.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “He has to.”

And yet, as they stood there, watching Buck fight the battle they couldn’t help him with. All they could do was wait.

• Buck’s coma dream

After Buck had finally convinced coma dream Chimney that he actually knew him, he was hanging with him at the kitchen island. Chimney opened the fridge as he placed a bottle of beer right in front of him. “The last thing I remember is: we were at this apartment fire. It was raining. I went up the ladder and… there was a giant flash.” Buck was going over his thoughts once again. He pushes himself up and he opens the bottle of beer.

“Sounds like you were struck by lightning.” Chimney said, looking at Buck who was starting to pace through the room. “Yeah but, I don’t think I’m dead. It feels like some kind of coma dream.” Buck answered. But just as he turned around and started his first steps of pacing around the apartment..

His eyes fell onto the dining table of Chimney’s apartment. A miniature fire truck was lying on his side on the table. “What the…-” he stumbled, as the memories flashed before his eyes.

Within’ a blink of an eye he was lying on the ground. His hands pressed onto the asphalt beneath him as his left foot was in an odd angle. 

His ears were ringing, his eyes were trying to adjust to what ever the hell just had happened. His vision was blurry, and changing from red to yellow-ish every second. Buck’s hand brushed over the asphalt as he tried to scan the scene he was in. 

The glass windshield of the truck broke, and fell onto the ground. Sending an awful, horrible pain through his leg, making Buck grunt. 

Everything hurt. His head. his legs. his back. Even breathing hurted. 

Buck really didn’t really get whatever was happening. There was this boy, holding some kind of deadman trigger. He kept on wandering around, screaming something. But Buck’s ears were still ringing, so the voices sounded dull to him. 

Suddenly, Bobby was there. His hands in the air, slowly making his way towards the young boy as Buck himself kept fighting to keep his eyes open, and push himself up. Buck couldn’t really register what was happening. He only knew his leg hurted, his head was pounding like it was going to explode any second now. 

Then, Hen, Eddie and Chimney came rushing over towards him. “You’re still with us Buck?” Chimney asked, but he didn’t answer his question.  Hen placed a medic bag next to him as they began to access him. “Buck, how are we doing?” she asked as she dug through the bag. “Kind of numb.” he answered with a trembling voice. But was the only thing that basically could come out of his mouth. 

While Hen, Eddie and Chimney were diagnosing him and tried to give him first aid, he was only searching for her. “Buck!” (Y/n)’s voice, high and strained, cuts through the chaos. His head jerked up, searching for her, and there she was..

Held back by Bobby, his strong grip kept her from entering the scene, away from Buck. Her eyes were wide and in panic mode. 

“Let me help!” she cries, trying to push past Bobby who was in civilian clothes, but he shakes his head. “No. They’ve got this. You need to stay back.” His tone is firm, leaving no room for argument, but she didn’t care.

“That’s my boyfriend!” she snaps, fighting against his hold. “I can’t just—just stand here!” she cried.

He wanted to tell her it’s okay, that he got this, but the truth was, he didn't. The pain in his leg was unbearable, and he didn’t know if he could keep it together much longer.

“Hang in there Buck” Hen’s voice cuts through the noise. Buck’s breath is coming too fast. The edges of my vision blur. The pain is worse than anything he had ever felt, like his leg is being ground into dust. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the pain. Every firefighter on scene was coming together, getting ready to tilt this truck off his leg. But then his eyes snapped open. And suddenly (Y/n) is there, right in front of him. Bobby had let her go. Or maybe she fought him off, he didn’t know. All he knew was the fact that she was in front of him, holding his arms, ready to slide him from underneath if she could. 

“I’m here,” she breathes, her voice shaking but determined. “Y-Y/N,” he managed, his voice was raw. She shook her head quickly, brushing damp hair from his forehead “Yeah, baby. I’m right here. Just hold on, okay?” she said softly, as she looked to the people who were ready to lift the truck. 

The metal groans as the team works to lift the truck. A rush of hope rushed through his veins, only to be crushed under another wave of agony as the pressure on his leg shifts. A scream leaving Buck’s lips before he could stop himself. His entire body was trembling.  

“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” she whispered softly, her thumb brushing over his arms as a attempt to soothe him. 

He was looking at the miniature truck between his fingers. Chimney had been in a coma when that rebar went through his head years ago. Maybe he knew something about coma dreams. With those thoughts, he placed the miniature truck back onto the table and turned around. 

“Okay so, when you were in your coma, what do you remember?” he asked, as he slowly walked back towards the kitchen island Chimney was leaning against. ��Nothing” Chimney answered. This was so not helpful. “How long have you been walking around in this coma?” Chimney asked now. 

He shrugged his shoulders, “Uh, I don’t know. Time is weird. Maybe two days?” he guessed. “Wait, you've been walking around in an alternative universe for two days and now you’re just now starting to ask questions?” Chimney asked as he pushed himself from leaning on the kitchen island and started walking towards Buck now. 

“It was kinda nice at first, until I asked my family about (Y/n)...” he told Chimney. But if his family didn’t know (Y/n).. Maybe Chimney would, right? “Wait, you know her right?” Buck asked before Chimney could react to his words. 

Chimney took a moment to think, repeating her name multiple times as he looked to the ceiling. “No, I don’t think I do..” he said, pressing his lips into a thin line and shaking his head. 

The panic was rising in his chest, but maybe he needed a wake up call. “You know, always hanging around the firehouse, always laughing at my dumb jokes.” he tried to help him remember. But he shook his head again. “Buck, I swear, I have no idea who you’re talking about.” Chim said. 

“You have to know her! She’s your colleague, friend, she’s my fiancée for god sake!” A mix of panic, stress and desperation filled his voice. “I’m sorry, but I’ve never heard that name before,” he said. 

No. No, this wasn’t right. (Y/n) was real. He could still hear their voice, still feel their touch. Why didn’t anyone recognize that name? 

Buck’s throat tightened. His chest heaved as he stared at his friend, searching his face for any sign that this was some twisted joke. But Chimney looked genuinely confused. His hands dug into his hair as the walls closed in. His lungs burned.

With his hands in his hair, he felt his heart pound in his chest, trying to break free. His ears started pounding as his airways closed off. 

He pressed a flat hand on his chest, as he tried to take a breath. But his lungs weren’t working. “Wow, hey, hey, hey!” “Are you okay?” Chimney asked as he saw Buck was having trouble getting air. 

Buck grabs his throat, as a sign that he couldn’t. Blood was rushing towards his head, making it red as he gasped for air. Buck’s eyes became blurry as he tried to keep his balance by holding on to the kitchen island. But he fell down to his knees. “Try to calm down! Try to breathe!”  

• Reality

It has been two days since the accident. And to be honest, (Y/n) hasn’t left this room ever since. Only to use the restroom, get some food or drinks. But most of the time she didn’t have to, because if there was someone who came to visit Buck, they brought something for (Y/n). 

The door was closed, but (Y/n) was sitting across from Buck in some kind of “lazy” hospital chair. She wouldn’t do anything except looking at him, keeping an eye on the machines he was hooked up on, and just watching him breathe. The constant beeping of the machines would sometimes make her fall asleep, like right now. 

“Hey” Chimney said as he walked through the hallway, aiming for Maddie who was looking through the window. “Shouldn’t you be inside with your brother?” he continued. Maddie shook her head, Chimney stopped beside her and followed her eyes letting out a soft sigh. 

(Y/n) was sleeping, her head leaning onto her hand that was placed onto the armrest of the chair. “How long has she been in there?” Maddie asked Chimney, since he got more updates from his crew. “She hasn't left.” Chimney answered her question. Tears were burning in Maddie’s eyes as she looked at the two in the room. 

Maddie had given (Y/n) a new set of clothes on the day it happened. She had hoped (Y/n) would’ve gone home every now and then, but the girl was determined. She had to be there when he woke up. 

The constant beeps switched, they became more and more within the second. (Y/n)’s eyes shot open, like she felt something was wrong. Her eyes shot from Buck’s body right towards the machines. In shock she watched the machines. The words “Lower limit warning” lit up in one of the screens in yellow letters. Her eyes rushed from the machine back to his body.

He was breathing like he was hyperventilating. She was alert the moment she read those words. (Y/n) pushed herself onto her feet, as she yanked the door open. “He can’t breathe!” she yelled as she was now in the grey empty hallways of the ICU. 

Tears burned in her eyes as she watched nurses suddenly dropping everything and running towards her. Everything around her became a blur as she felt two people standing next to her. Maddie’s hand was pressed onto her shoulder, trying to give (Y/n) some kind of comfort as Chimney tried to get the nurses into the room. “Hey, hey, hey! We need someone in here!” Chimney called out and pushed the door more open. 

The nurses were doing their job as (Y/n) stood in the door opening with Chimney and Maddie. Looking at whatever they were doing to help Buck. But (Y/n) couldn’t look at this. If he didn’t make it through, this wasn’t how she wanted to remember him. She turned on her heels, placing her hands on her head as she quickly blinked the tears away. 

• Buck’s coma dream

“What’s wrong with him?” Hen asked, pointing at Buck as she looked back at Chimney. 

Chimney held up his hands as he looked stressed at Buck who was still struggling with taking a single breath. “I don’t know, maybe he’s just having a panic attack.” Chimney guessed as he looked at his friend, hoping she’d know how to help him. 

Hen’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the guy in front of her. Was he for real? “Hey buddy, can you hear me?” she asked. Only receiving a nod from the complete stranger. “Buck can’t breathe.” Chimney concluded, as he watched him. 

But then, it was like the invisible hands that were tightening his airways close, let go all of the sudden. The choking had stopped, he could take a breath without any pain or difficulty. Buck let go of his chest and straightened his back, with a surprised look crossed over his face. 

Chimney and Hen looked at him in confusion. “Or maybe he’s pulling our legs. He’s fine.” Hen said as she switched looks between the two guys. “Sorry, I- I don’t know what happened. It was like all of the sudden my lungs just stopped working.” Buck apologized.  

"And now?” Hen asked as a second check. Buck stretched his arms, shaking his head as he felt nothing weird. “Uh, yeah, no.. I feel better.” he admitted. 

That still confused frown was on Hen’s face visible as she faced Chimney. “And how did this happen?” she asked him. “He was asking about (Y/n), that’s what brought this all on.” he explained, as they both looked at Buck now. 

It didn’t make sense to him. Why could no one in this silly coma dream tell him where (Y/n) was? This was his subconsciousness. He was in charge. Right? “How can it be that no one in this entire universe can’t tell me where my fiancée is?” Buck asked as he looked at both Chimney and Hen. 

Chimney just made the same face as he did a minute ago. There was no change in that. “Wait, wait, wait, that name does sound familiar to me.” Hen then said as she was thinking. 

There was a minute of silence, as a little spark of hope jumped in his chest. He gave her the space to think for a second. But after a moment, the back of Hen’s hand slapped against Chimney’s chest, hard. 

“Isn’t she that nurse from First Presbyterian?” Hen asked Chimney. Both eyes were burned on Chimney now as he was thinking. “You know? The one who’s in charge of the ER?” Hen tried to help him remember. Chimney’s eyes grew wide. “You’re right.”

-

He barged through the doors of the hospital and immediately made his way towards the ER. He knew this hospital like the back of his hand. 

“Excuse me? What are you doing?” A female voice asked him, as he pushed through the other set of swinging doors that made him enter the emergency room. 

He entered the ER, his eyes desperately searching for his girl. The lady at the desk probably was too lazy or busy to follow him and make him leave the ER. Buck only had eyes for one person only. And that’s when he saw her. 

She was smiling at one of her co-workers, that smile that made the rest of the world smile too. That smile that had him wrapped around her finger. She turned around and walked through the ER, leaving his line of sight. She was focused, busy, doing her job like nothing was wrong.

He called her name from a large distance as he watched her back walking away from him further and further. He called her name a second time as he made some speed to follow her. He called her name out even louder the third time. But she didn’t react, didn’t even glance his way.

Like she couldn’t hear him.

Frowning, he stepped closer, following her down the hallway. His pulse quickened. She wasn’t running, but she was moving fast, weaving between nurses and doctors, her attention elsewhere. But he knew a shortcut. 

Still, after a few moments, she started to look over her shoulder, like she could feel him following behind her. Like some part of her knew she was being followed.

She glanced back for a third time, and that’s when Buck made his move. Before she could take another step, he grabbed her upper arm, pulling her sharply into the nearest medicine supply closet.

A squeak left her lips as the door shut behind them. “What the hell-?” she gasped. The lights flickered on, and he saw her. She was here. It wasn’t some kind of döppelganger. It was (Y/n).

He exhaled sharply, his grip loosening around her upper arm. But he looked at her for a second, and pulled her into a crushing hug. His arms locked around her like she might disappear if he let go. 

(Y/n) froze in his embrace. “…Buck?” she said in a confused tone. But Buck shut his eyes, holding onto her tighter. “You’re okay, you’re here.” he whispered. 

She hesitated before answering, her voice careful. “Of course, I’m here.” Buck loosened his arms around her body as he looked her in her eyes again. “What are you doing here? Why are you a nurse?” he asked, his voice filled with confusion

(Y/N) met his gaze, something unreadable in her expression. Then, with the faintest smirk, she said, “You tell me. This is your dream. I’m just living in it.” she explained to him. 

His stomach dropped. “So… I’m dead,” he murmured as he let his eyes wander to the ground, his head ready to drown in his own thoughts. (Y/N) tilted her head slightly. “Close, but not quite.” 

His breath caught in his throat. “Then where am I? What is this?” He looked around the supply closet like the walls could give him an answer. “Is this… some kind of waiting room? Heaven? Hell?”

(Y/N) sighed, folding her arms as she looked at the panicked face of the guy in front of her. “You need to relax.” she told him. “Relax?” He let out a short, humorless laugh. “I’ve been stuck here for days, I keep getting flashbacks to traumatizing moments of my life, apparently I’m almost dead. Forgive me if I’m having a hard time relaxing.” He started pacing down the small part of the supplies closet. 

(Y/n) gave him a knowing look before turning away. “Come here.” she said as she walked over to one of the cabinets, opening both doors. Buck watched as she pushed aside bottles of medicine and supplies, revealing something that shouldn’t have been there.

There was a window.

His heart pounded as he stepped forward, through the glass he could see himself. He was lying in a hospital bed, intubated. Unmoving. Machines hooked up to him, beeping softly.

Bobby was there, his hand holding on tight to the rosary beads like it was his only lifeline. Also (Y/n) was there. The real her. Sitting at his bedside, her hands clasped together like she had been praying. 

The air in Buck’s lungs vanished at the image in front of him. 

In shock he watched the three people in the room. “What the hell is this?” Buck asked the (Y/n) who was standing beside him. He glanced to his right, waiting for her to answer. She met his eyes, blinking away the tears that were stinging in her eyes. “Well, Evan Buckley, that right there is reality, whatever is happening on this side is your deep dark subconscious.” she explained. 

The way she said his name made his heart skip a beat. She never called him Evan, only when she wanted to mess with him, but she surely never used his full name. 

Buck’s eyes wandered back to watch the scene in front of him. “Do you know what’s happening to me in there?” he asked. (Y/n) shrugged her shoulders, “Well, it depends on how you look at it. You could be dying or fighting for your life. But it’s kinda up to you.” she answered. Although that didn’t really answer his question. 

At that moment, Bobby stood up from his seat. He walked towards (Y/n) and gave her a hug, as Buck’s parents and sister entered the room, following a doctor. 

“W-what is happening?” Buck asks as panic was rising in his chest and voice. But (Y/n) didn’t answer as she just watched the scene in front of her. “What is happening!?” he asked again. 

But as he looked to his right, (Y/n) was gone. And a döppelganger of himself in a doctor's jacket was standing right next to him. He looked him up and down in shock. “Looks like they’re pulling the plug, Evan.” he said. Before he could even answer for himself, the doctor “him” cut him off. “They don’t care about you. You’re not good enough, you never have been.” he said. 

Buck looked at his döppelganger in shock, as he tried to figure things out. “This is all happening inside my head, which means I've been talking to myself the whole time.” He clarified to himself. “I don’t have to feel bad about not listening to you anymore.” He added as he shoved all the aside bottles of medicine and supplies off the shelves in front of the window. 

The döppelganger watched him with a smirk on his face. “What are you doing?” he said, cocky. “I have to get back! I’m running out of time!” The panic was written all over his face as he yanked all bottles and other supplies off the shelves, and moved the shelves from the window. “It’s impossible, there’s no way back there. You’re stuck with me.” The döppelganger claimed. 

“It’s not impossible! There’s not a locked room anywhere that, with the right tools and enough time, you can’t break into. I know that.” Buck told his subconsciousness. But he could hear a chuckle coming from the other him. 

He walked determined to the side of the room as he took a fire axe out of the red box. “There’s nothing for you in that room. No one in there needs you.” Döppelganger Buck said then, with that same stupid grin on his face. But instead of looking him in the eye, he watched the scene, there’s enough hurt in that room. (Y/n) hasn’t stopped crying since he laid eyes on the window, Bobby was praying with his rosary beads, and if he did that, it must’ve been bad. He wasn’t the only one hurting. 

“Keep telling that to yourself.” he said, and yanked the fire axe through the window. 

______

The first thing Buck felt was warmth. A gentle pressure against his hand. Steady. Familiar. Then, muffled voices entered his ears. The rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor. The scent of antiseptic and something softer… vanilla? No… coconut.

It was (Y/n).

His eyelids felt heavy, but he forced them open. The hospital lights were too bright, but they weren’t what held his focus. It was her.

Curled up in the chair beside his bed, her head resting against their joined hands, fingers wrapped around his like she had been holding on for dear life. His throat felt like sandpaper, his voice hoarse. “(Y/n)…” he managed to get out. 

She stirred instantly, her fingers twitching against his. Her eyes fluttered open, sleepy and dazed until her eyes landed on his. She froze. Her breath hitched.

“Buck?” Her voice cracked as she shot up, eyes wide with disbelief. A slow, tired smile tugged at Buck’s lips. “Hey.”

A strangled noise left her throat half a sob, half a laugh before she lunged forward, throwing herself into his arms. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her body molding against his like she belonged there. He could feel her shaking, feel the way her breath hitched against his shoulder.

“Easy,” he croaked, though he had no complaints about being tackled with this much affection. (Y/n) pulled back to look at him, placing both her hands onto his cheeks, cupping his face. “You’re awake.” she whispered, tears spilling freely now.

Buck blinked up at her, brushing his thumb weakly against her hand. “Told you I’d see you in a bit.”

She let out a breathless, watery laugh, pressing her forehead to his. “You idiot,” she muttered. “You scared the shit out of me.” she said. His heart ached at the exhaustion on her face, the dark circles under her eyes, the tension still in her shoulders.

“How long have you been here?” he asked. She swallowed hard, running her fingers through his hair like she couldn’t believe he was real. “Since the moment you got here,” she admitted softly. “I never left. Except to use the restroom.” She cried. “And even then, I made Bobby stand guard.”

Buck’s chest ached, not from the coma, not from the accident but from the fact that she had stayed. She had never given up on him.

“Fiancée of the year,” he said, squeezing her hand weakly. (Y/N) let out a choked laugh, shaking her head as she placed a free hand onto his cheek again, rubbing her thumb against his skin. “Yeah, well, I kinda love you, so.” 

His eyebrows shot up and his lips twitched. “Kinda?” She exhaled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Shut up”

Her fingers brushed against his forehead gently, her thumb smoothing over his cheek. Her expression softened. “You shouldn’t be talking this much,” she told him. “You just woke up.” she continued. 

“I have a lot to say.” He then said. “And you can say it later,” she said firmly, already reaching for the call button. “I need to get a nurse-” she groaned. 

His hand shot up, slower than usual, and weaker than he liked but enough to stop her. Her breath caught as he intertwined their fingers again, holding her there. “Stay,” he whispered.

(Y/n) hesitated, her worry flickering between her brows. But one look at him and she melted. She squeezed his hand and leaned in, her lips brushing against his temple. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Buck sighed in relief, his eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion started creeping in. “Good,” he murmured sleepily. “Wanna marry you first.” he admitted. (Y/n) let out a breathless laugh, brushing her fingers through his hair again. “We will… when you’re out of the hospital.” she whispered. Buck sent her a small smile and as Buck drifted off again he knew, without a doubt, that he had made it back exactly where he belonged.

Home.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

<<< 9-1-1 Masterlist

[yourlovelywriter]

Bewitched by you? (Pt 1)

Lilia x reader…

Slow burn guys.. a little spicy later. 👀

(Mommy kink, angst, jealousy, panties, unusual use of said panties..)

———————————————

I adjusted the collar of my blouse for the third time, frowning at my reflection. “It’s just a job,” I told myself. “A weird job, but still just a job.”

The words didn’t do much to settle the nerves twisting in my stomach. I wasn’t sure why I was so anxious—maybe because I still couldn’t believe I’d actually been hired. When I first saw the listing for an assistant at Lilia’s shop,

I assumed it was a long shot. I had no experience in the mystical or magical, unless you counted binging astrology videos at 2 AM. But apparently, that hadn’t mattered.

Even people who rolled their eyes at tarot and spells knew her name. Some called her a fraud, others swore she was the real deal. Either way, she had power—the kind that made people lean in when she spoke and shiver when she looked at them too long.

I grabbed my bag and took a deep breath. Whatever was waiting for me inside that shop, I’d just have to handle it. Even if my new boss was a little…unpredictable.

The entire walk to the shop, my thoughts raced. What if I messed up? What if she could see things about me just by looking at me? Would she know I was nervous? Would she care?

The storefront was just as strange and dramatic as I’d imagined—deep purple paint, gold lettering on the windows, and a wind chime that jingled even though there was no breeze. A small wooden sign hung on the door, hand-painted with the words “Fate Awaits Within.”

I hesitated. Maybe I should turn around. Maybe I should—

The door swung open before I could finish the thought.

A woman stood in the doorway, her dark eyes fixed on me like she had been expecting me exactly at this moment. She was tall, effortlessly elegant in a yellow-orange wrap dress that hugged her curves, with grey waves of hair cascading over her shoulders. She was the kind of beautiful that made you feel unbalanced, like you’d forgotten how to stand properly.

You’re late,” she said, even though I wasn’t.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. She arched a perfectly shaped brow, then gave a slow, knowing smile.

“Come in, Y/n,” she said, stepping aside. “Let’s see if you’ll last the day.”

I swallowed hard and walked inside, feeling like I had just stepped into something far bigger than a simple job.

The moment I stepped inside, the scent of incense wrapped around me—something warm and spicy, like cinnamon and clove, with a hint of something I couldn’t place. The air felt heavier in here, charged, as if the walls themselves held secrets. Dim lighting flickered from candles perched on shelves, casting soft shadows over the deep emerald walls.

I barely had time to take it all in before Lilia shut the door behind me. The click of the latch sent a shiver down my spine.

“Come on,” she said, her voice smooth, effortless, as if she’d done this a thousand times before.

She moved through the shop with the kind of grace that made it impossible not to follow.

I hurried after her, weaving between displays of tarot decks, glass cases filled with polished stones, and a large circular table where a spread of cards lay waiting, as if a reading had just been interrupted

Lilia swept through a beaded curtain at the back, and I pushed through behind her, stepping into a sunlit office that felt different from the rest of the shop.

Papers and books cluttered a desk by the window, among scattered crystals and an abandoned coffee cup. A sleek black cat stretched across one corner, lazily cracking open one eye before deeming me unworthy of further attention.

“This is your desk,” Lilia says, nodding toward a small wooden table near the window. “You’ll handle calls, appointments, and whatever else I decide to throw your way.”

I straightened. “Got it.”

She gave a slow, almost amused smile. “We’ll see.”

Leaning against her desk, arms crossed, she studied me. I felt the weight of her gaze like she was seeing through me, past the résumé, past the rehearsed answers.

“So, Y/n,” she said, voice softer now, but no less commanding. “Why are you here?”

I blinked. “Um…because you hired me?”

She let out a quiet hum, tilting her head like I’d just confirmed something she already suspected. “No,” she murmured. “Why are you here?”

The question sent a strange chill through me. “I—I needed a change.”

Lilia arched a brow, like she wasn’t convinced. “Maybe.” A pause. Then, with a knowing smile: “Or maybe, you were always meant to walk through that door.”

A shiver trailed down my spine, but before I could respond, she pushed off the desk and turned toward the door. “Come on,” she said, already moving. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

I exhaled slowly, ignored the feeling curling in my stomach, and followed her back into the unknown..

———————————

Hehheheheheh… anyway… this is supposed to be a slow burn but I don’t know if it’s any good.. might just abandon it. But yeah… anywho.. she’s so cute I love her.. 😍

[semisasseater]

BUT I SEE HER IN THE BACK OF MY MIND ALL THE TIME ─ se-mi

⤷ Like a fever, like I’m burning alive, like a sign

│pairing : gf!se-mi x dead fem!reader │ genre : angst, tragedy, psychological horror │tw : graphic violence, murder, blood, self-harm, suicide, hallucinations, grief, trauma do NOT read if you don’t like this│summary : after losing you in the brutal chaos of the night, Se-mi is consumed by grief, guilt, and an unrelenting thirst for revenge. She knows exactly who killed you—Nam Gyu—and she won’t let him get away with it. │wc : 1k │authors note : uh i don’t have anything to really say expect i love my gf and again don’t read if your sensitive to these topics ;-; not proofread. part 1

if you enjoyed likes or reblogs would be amazing! feedback is appreciated also requests are open!!

The floor was cold beneath her. She had been sitting here for hours, unmoving, staring at the dark stain on the ground—the only thing left of you.

They had taken your body away, sealed you in one of those black and pink coffins, stuffed you into a furnace like you were nothing. Like you never mattered.

But you did.

You were everything.

Se-mi dug her nails into her palms, jaw clenched so tight she thought her teeth might crack. She could still hear your voice. That final, broken whisper.

“Get out of here… for me… okay?”

But how could she?

How could she leave when the last place you existed was right here?

Her mind was fraying at the edges, unraveling thread by thread, a gnawing, maddening rage eating away at her insides. And beneath it all, a thought burned like fire—

“This is my fault.”

If she hadn’t left. If she had just stayed. Maybe she could’ve taken the hit instead. Maybe she could have stopped it from happening.

But she didn’t.

And now you were gone.

Se-mi exhaled a shaky breath, dragging her fingers through her tangled hair. Her eyes were hollow, ringed with exhaustion and something feral.

She knew who did it.

Nam Gyu.

That smug bastard had always had it out for both of you, spitting insults, pushing buttons, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And he had taken his chance the second the lights went out, leaving your body crumpled and bleeding on the floor.

He left you there to die because he killed you.

Se-mi’s fingers twitched.

She wasn’t stupid. She knew nothing would bring you back.

But she could make sure he never walked away from this either.

The announcement rang through the room.

“Player 381 eliminated.”

Y/n was dead. Another body burned. Another pile of money added to the piggy bank.

Everyone moved on.

Se-mi didn’t.

She watched her die. Watched the number disappear.

And then she knew.

Tonight, it was over for Nam gyu.

The others had gone to sleep, exhaustion keeping them in their beds despite the horrors of the last few days. But Se-mi was wide awake.

She stood over his bed, her gaze sharp and empty, her fingers curling around the metal fork she had swiped earlier. Her breathing was slow, steady.

This was it.

She moved with eerie silence, lowering herself onto his bed, hovering above him.

Then—

BOOM.

The pillow pressed over his face before he could even make a sound. His body jerked beneath her, limbs flailing, trying to shove her off. But she was ready.

The first stab went into his stomach.

The second into his chest.

The third—his hand.

Every wound a reflection of what he did to you.

She didn’t stop.

Didn’t stop when his blood splattered across her face.

Didn’t stop when his body convulsed beneath her.

Didn’t stop when his muffled screams turned into choked gasps, then silence.

Even when she knew he was gone, she kept going, blade plunging into him again, again, again.

Until there was nothing left.

Nothing but a corpse.

Nothing but the suffocating, crushing weight in her chest.

Blood dripped from her hands, soaked into her clothes.

She should’ve felt something.

Relief. Satisfaction.

But all she felt was empty.

Her hands trembled as she backed away from the bed, heart hammering, breath ragged.

And then—

“Do it Se-mi.”

She froze.

That voice.

Her head snapped up, eyes darting across the room.

And there you were.

Standing in the shadows, your silhouette cast against the wall.

“Do it. Kill yourself.”

Se-mi’s breath hitched. Her vision blurred, her chest tightening.

“We can finally be together if you do it. You can’t live without me can you?”

Tears welled in her eyes.

No.

No, she couldn’t.

You were everything.

She took a step forward, reaching out taking your hand, taking her to where you died.

“Pick it up Se-mi.”

Her gaze fell to the ground.

The glass shard.

The same one Nam Gyu had driven into your body.

Her fingers curled around it, lifting it, the weight of it familiar, cold.

Her whole body shook as she brought it to her chest, right above her heart.

Her breathing steadied.

She closed her eyes.

“We can finally be together Y/N.”

And then—

…

The glass plunged into her heart.

A sharp, piercing pain spread through her chest, but she barely registered it. Her body swayed, blood dripping from her lips.

She smiled.

She could almost see you now.

Waiting for her.

The room spun.

Her knees buckled.

She collapsed onto the cold, bloodstained floor.

Her vision dimmed.

And then—

Darkness.

The morning announcement rang loud and clear.

“Player 380 and Played 124 has been eliminated.”

The guards moved efficiently, lifting her lifeless body and placing it into a pink coffin.

Another two numbers gone.

Another pile of money added.

And the games continued.

As if nothing ever happened.

As if you, Se-mi, and Nam gyu never existed at all.

@semisasseater

[winters-light]

You’re a Guest in Alpine’s Home

Words: 600?? A/N: idk what you want to call this, there isn't really a plot and i haven't edited it but i was struggling to write my other fic/blurb because the english student in me was overthinking every word and grammatical choice and i just needed to write something to get going really

You've been dating Bucky for a while, and he finally invites you back to his apartment for a drink after a dinner date. He had mentioned he had a cat he loved very much, and you were excited to meet her but nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to witness.

As you walk into this apartment she immediately races up to Bucky and claws at his leg. Without a second thought, he drops your hand to pick her up and give her little face a whole bunch of kisses. You barely recognise the way the man in the leather jacket has softened his voice so much as he murmurs to his cat about how much he missed her and how much her loves her. Oddly, you were almost jealous that the furthest you had got with him was a respectful kiss goodnight.

A minute or two pass as he greets his kitten lovingly before remembering you were stood at his side and turning to you.

"This is Alpine," he finally formally introduces the two of you. She was adorable and fluffy and all you wanted to do was scoop her up in your arms too but the way she glared at you made you hesitate. Instead, you reach out and stroke her carefully murmuring a soft hi in an attempt to let her familiarise herself with you.

As soon as Bucky placed her down, she wandered off without a second glance at you. You watched at her as she wandered down the hall and into a room with the door open as Bucky ushered you into the kitchen in the opposite direction. "Don't mind her, she'll be back soon. She just takes a while to warm up to new people," he explains sheepishly as he invites you to sit down whilst he makes you a drink. You nod understandingly accepting the drink and sipping it as you engage in easy conversation with Bucky.

After a while Alpine makes her way into the kitchen and hops into Bucky's lap. You watch as he instinctively pets her soft fur as he continues his conversation with you. However, Alpine appears unsatisfied at the lack of attention, the way Bucky was too invested in you currently to even glance down at her and crawls up on the counter. You were a little surprised but didn't think much of it as she wandered around but she was a smart cat, and she waited for your eyes to leave her and return to Bucky before she pushed the bottle of wine you and bucky were sharing onto the floor.

It hit the floor with a loud crash and Bucky immediately jumped up and scooped her into his arms apologising to you briefly before fussing over his cat and ensuring she didn't hurt herself. You knew she loved the attention and couldn't blame her honestly. Once Bucky had properly ensured his precious kitten was not injured he stood up with her carefully and walked back down the hall. You followed behind him curiously as he entered the room you’d seen Alpine walk into earlier, you had assumed it was Bucky’s room and couldn’t help the small huff of laughter that left your lips as you realised that you were wrong.

It was Alpine’s room.

Of course she had her own room. She had a bed in every room in the apartment and toys all over the place, Bucky had sent you countless photos of the two in bed together but here was a fully furnished cat bedroom Bucky had set up for her. He had her so spoilt it was no wonder she was so possessive of him. You watched silently amused as he dropped her off and closed the door before heading back to the kitchen to clean up with you.

[multific]

A Still Life in Love

Emperor Geta x Reader

Summary: What better way to capture someone's likeness than a painting?

Geta, one of the twin rulers of the Roman Empire.

He sat in complete silence, his gaze focused on every petition brought before him.

To his senators and generals, he was a ruthless man.

He and his brother roughly enjoyed games, blood and wine.

Whispers of their coldness echoed through the palace halls, and yet none dared question their authority.

But you knew another side of Geta, a side he showed only to you and on occasion to his brother.

When the court adjourned for the day, he rushed back to his chambers, ready for some time alone with you, his wife.

You entered his chambers with a soft knock not long after him.

“Amor,” As his eyes met yours, he smiled. “I’ve been waiting to see you finally.”

You stepped into the room, Geta stood and closed the distance between you, his hand reaching for yours. “How was your day?” you asked.

He sighed, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Tired as ever. I am tired of the fools who believe they can outsmart me. But you brighten even my darkest hours.”

Moments like these were rare treasures.

The love he had for you was there in every smile, every touch, and every word spoken.

It was this love that inspired him to commission a portrait of you.

It was something that left you speechless. Just how serious he was when it came to you.

The painter was summoned weeks later, an acclaimed artist from Gaul.

His skill was unmatched, but he quickly learned that the challenge wouldn’t be capturing your beauty.

It would be dealing with the Emperor himself.

“You will make her radiant. No brushstroke will do her justice, but you will try. If you do not do as you are told...”

The artist nodded quickly, his hands trembling as he set down his materials.

You hid a smile, watching as Geta stood over him like a hawk.

The moment the painter raised his brush, Geta’s voice cut through the silence. Almost making the artist jump out of his skin.

“Do not forget the light in her eyes. It’s the first thing I noticed about her.”

“Geta,” you said gently, “Let him work, please.”

He exhaled sharply and took a step back.

But instead of leaving, he found a seat near the window, his gaze on you. “I will stay. This is important.”

And so began the sittings, each more revealing than the last.

The painter didn't dare complain about Geta’s interruptions, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be annoyed.

You actually found it quite adorable.

The Emperor of Rome, a man feared by millions, sat still, his focus on you.

One afternoon, as the painter adjusted his palette, you noticed Geta watching you with something in his eyes. It made you feel a bit shy.  

“Why are you looking at me that way?” you asked, half-teasing.

He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Because you’re mine. And because I want the world to see you as I do. Perfect, irreplaceable, and breathtaking.”

“Perfect, am I? Even when I argue with you?”

A low chuckle escaped him. “Especially then. Your fire reminds me that I’ve married a woman, not a shadow.”

The painter cleared his throat awkwardly, and you turned back to your pose, pushing down a laugh. Geta remained seated, his attention solely on you the artist continued.

Days turned into weeks, and the portrait was almost completed.

Geta’s pride in the work was noticeable. “Will you look?”

“Not until it’s finished,” you replied. You were actually interested in how he saw you.

And this portrait would be a perfect representation of his love for you.

He frowned slightly, but you kissed his cheek, hoping to ease his disappointment. “Patience, My Love.”

When the day finally came to unveil the portrait, Geta was practically jumping up and down with excitement.

You stood beside him as the velvet cloth was removed, revealing the masterpiece.

The artist had captured not just your likeness but the warmth and intelligence in your eyes.

In the painting, the traits Geta cherished most were the most permanent.

Your breath hitched. “It’s beautiful.”

“No, you’re beautiful. This is but a shadow of the truth.”

The artist, sensing his dismissal, quickly gathered his belongings and ran. Too afraid to become the next feast for Geta's beloved tigers.

As the door closed, Geta turned to you fully. “Do you see now why I insisted on this? I wanted the world to know the woman who owns my heart.”

“Geta, I’m just me.”

“You are everything,” he pulled you into his arms.

His lips brushed your forehead, then your cheek, before capturing your lips in a kiss that spoke louder than any word.

The portrait was placed in the grand hall.

Geta insisted that everyone who was walking the hall must see it.

But in Geta’s eyes, no painting could ever compare to the reality of having you by his side.

For the Emperor who ruled with his brother, you were his only beauty, his greatest treasure.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

Wattpad

/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[28harryssunflower]

It was always you

“You know, I think I’m actually cursed.”

Harry barely looked up from his phone as you flopped onto his bed with a dramatic sigh, burying your face in his pillow. “Yeah?” he said lazily. “What kind of curse we talking about? Eternal clumsiness? Never getting the last slice of pizza?”

You groaned and threw a pillow at him, which he dodged effortlessly. “No, you idiot. A love curse.”

That got his attention. He smirked, locking his phone and tossing it onto his nightstand. “Oh, this could be good. Go on, then. Tell me about your tragic, love-deprived existence.”

“I’m serious, Harry!” You sat up, hugging the pillow to your chest. “I’ve never had a boyfriend. Never even had my first kiss. Meanwhile, you’re out here hooking up with a new girl every week like it’s your part-time job.”

“Full-time, actually,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes but continued. “I just… I want someone to love me, you know? Someone who looks at me and thinks, ‘Yeah, she’s the one I want.’”

Harry watched you for a moment, his smirk softening into something more thoughtful. Then, with his usual smugness, he leaned back against the headboard and stretched out his arms. “Well, lucky for you, you’ve already got me. No need to search any further.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious!” he grinned, opening his arms invitingly. “Come on, I’ll even cuddle you, since you’re always so lonely.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are, still talking to me.”

You flipped him off but, despite your protests, you eventually curled up against his side, sighing softly as his warmth surrounded you. It was familiar. Comforting. Safe.

But safety wasn’t love.

And that was the problem.

So when you finally got a boyfriend, you were ecstatic.

Harry had been just as excited for you at first, grinning as you rambled on about your dates, about how sweet your boyfriend was, about how it felt to finally be wanted.

But slowly, things started changing.

It started with little things - canceling plans last-minute, leaving his messages on read. Then, you started avoiding him altogether, barely sparing him a glance in the halls. When he tried to talk to you, your boyfriend would pull you away, whispering something in your ear that made you frown but ultimately follow him without a second thought.

The worst part was, you didn’t even seem to realize what was happening.

And then you forgot his birthday.

Harry spent the entire day pretending not to care, but he did. God, he did. His mum had even asked why you weren’t there - because you were always there. But he just muttered something about you being busy, shrugged off her concerned look, and spent the rest of the day staring at his phone, waiting for a text that never came.

But he didn’t go to your house to confront you. He didn’t text you. He didn’t call you.

This time, he just let it go.

By Monday, he didn’t even bother trying anymore.

You were his only friend - had always been his only friend. Without you, he was alone.

So he leaned into it.

He walked through the halls with his hood up, earphones in, ignoring everything and everyone. He leaned against his locker alone, scrolling through his phone. He was just another body in the hallways now, and maybe that was fine.

Until he heard the laughter.

Harry didn’t even have to look to know who it was.

Your boyfriend and his friends stood at the other end of the hallway, their laughter carrying over the dull roar of students. He was pointing at Harry, smirking as he whispered something to his friends.

Harry clenched his jaw and slammed his locker shut. He wasn’t in the mood for this.

But, of course, your boyfriend had other plans.

“Oi, loser!”

Harry exhaled slowly through his nose but didn’t respond.

“You deaf too?” Another voice chimed in - one of his friends, probably. “Or just fucking pathetic?”

Harry gritted his teeth, gripping the strap of his bag. Just walk away.

But then your boyfriend stepped in front of him.

“You know, it’s sad, really,” he sneered. “You following her around all these years like a lost puppy. Guess she finally got tired of your pathetic ass.”

Harry’s fists curled.

“What?” Your boyfriend smirked. “Nothing to say?” He shoved Harry’s shoulder, making him stumble back a step. “No comeback, huh? Figures. You were always just a waste of space-“

Harry swung.

His fist connected with your boyfriend’s jaw, sending him staggering back. But before Harry could do anything else, hands grabbed him from behind, shoving him hard against the lockers.

And then the punches started.

One to his stomach. Another to his ribs.

A fist slammed into his jaw, snapping his head to the side.

A knee to his gut knocked the air from his lungs, and suddenly, he was on the ground.

More kicks. More fists.

Blood filled his mouth. His vision blurred. His head spun.

And then he heard your voice.

“Harry?!”

The beating stopped instantly.

You pushed through the crowd, your heart stopping when you saw him.

Harry was barely breathing, blood smeared across his face, his lip split, bruises already forming along his jaw. His arms trembled as he tried, and failed, to push himself up.

Your chest tightened, tears blurring your vision as you shoved your boyfriend out of the way and dropped to your knees beside Harry.

“Oh my god,” you choked out, cradling his face in your hands. “Harry, stay with me, okay? Don’t fall asleep. Just- just keep your eyes open.”

He groaned, barely conscious.

You snapped your head up, looking at the crowd. “Someone call a fucking ambulance!”

No one moved.

“Now!”

Finally, someone fumbled for their phone.

Your boyfriend scoffed behind you. “Why are you wasting your time? He’s a loser.”

Then he reached for you.

The second his hand touched your arm, you whipped around, eyes blazing.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me, you prick.”

He blinked. “What?”

You shot up to your feet, shoving him back. “It’s over.”

He laughed. “Oh, come on. Don’t be dramatic-“

“Piss off!” you screamed, voice breaking. “Get the fuck away from me!”

A few teachers finally arrived, pushing through the crowd. Someone pulled your boyfriend back, while another crouched next to Harry, checking his breathing.

Minutes later, sirens blared outside.

You held Harry’s hand the entire way to the hospital, whispering apologies through your tears, telling him to just stay awake, that you were so, so sorry.

He squeezed your hand weakly. “Told you… you don’t need… anyone else.”

A broken sob left your lips. “Shut up, idiot.”

When his parents arrived, you barely got the words out before breaking down entirely, burying your face in Anne’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” you sobbed. “It’s all my fault.”

Anne just held you tighter. “Oh, sweetheart.”

You didn’t leave Harry’s side. Not for a second.

Because maybe love had been right in front of you all along.

The hospital room was too bright, too sterile, too quiet except for the steady beep of Harry’s heart monitor.

You sat beside his bed, gripping his hand tightly, even though he was barely conscious. The sight of him like this - bruised, battered, barely able to open his eyes - made your chest ache with guilt.

You had let this happen.

And you weren’t leaving him again.

“I want a second bed in his room.”

The nurse blinked at you, glancing between you and Harry’s sleeping form. “I’m sorry, but only family members-“

“I don’t care,” you cut in, voice shaking but firm. “I’m not leaving him.”

The nurse hesitated, clearly torn, but then she sighed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

That night, they wheeled in a second bed for you.

It was small, uncomfortable, and cold, but you didn’t care. It was close enough to Harry. That’s all that mattered.

You barely slept.

Every time he shifted, every time he let out the faintest groan of pain, you were up, adjusting his pillows, checking his IV, making sure he had everything he needed.

Sometime in the middle of the night, his hand found yours.

“You’re still here?” he mumbled, voice hoarse, eyes barely open.

Tears welled up in your eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His lips quirked up just slightly, the ghost of a smile. “Good.”

And then he fell back asleep, his fingers still loosely wrapped around yours.

The hospital stay lasted a week.

A week of helping him sit up when his ribs hurt too much. A week of spoon-feeding him shitty hospital food because he was too drugged-up to do it himself. A week of pretending not to cry when the doctors explained how much pain he’d be in for the next few months.

A week of never leaving his side.

By the time he was discharged, you had practically memorized his breathing patterns, the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was uncomfortable, the way he clung to your hand every time he fell asleep.

And despite everything, despite the pain, despite the bruises, despite the way you had abandoned him for so long - he still wanted you there.

You didn’t understand it.

But you weren’t about to question it.

The first night at his house was rough.

He could barely move, every breath sending a sharp pain through his ribs. You helped him get into bed, carefully adjusting his pillows, setting his pain meds and water on the nightstand.

“You really don’t have to-“

“Yes, I do.”

He looked at you for a long moment, then sighed. “Alright, Nurse Bossy.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting down on the bed next to him. “Shut up and take your meds.”

He did. But when he winced, shifting slightly, you immediately reached for him, helping him lean back.

His gaze softened. “You’re gonna take care of me, huh?”

You swallowed. “Of course I am.”

Harry studied your face, something unreadable in his expression. “Even after everything?”

Guilt twisted in your chest. “I don’t understand how you can even look at me after what I did,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

He exhaled slowly, his fingers brushing against yours. “Because you’re you.”

You blinked at him, eyes stinging. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”

Harry tilted his head slightly. “That’s not for you to decide, is it?”

Your breath hitched.

After a moment, you sighed and carefully curled up beside him, resting your head on his good shoulder.

“I’m still sorry,” you murmured.

“I know,” he whispered. “But you’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

The next few weeks changed everything.

You never left his side. Every morning, you helped him sit up, made him food, made sure he took his meds. You helped him shower, helped him dress, even sat through hours of shitty reality TV just to keep him entertained.

And through it all, Harry changed too.

Gone was the playboy who hooked up with someone new every weekend. Gone was the smug flirt who never took anything seriously.

He still joked around, still teased you endlessly, still acted like the Harry you had known your whole life. But something was different.

He wasn’t looking for anyone else anymore.

Because he already had you.

Neither of you spent a single night alone after that.

If he wasn’t staying over at your place, you were at his. You always shared a bed, sometimes he stayed up late watching movies while you fell asleep against his shoulder.

But no matter what, you were together.

Always.

One night, weeks after everything, he traced lazy patterns on your arm as you lay curled up beside him.

“You’re really never leaving me again, huh?”

You swallowed. “Never.”

He exhaled, pulling you a little closer.

“Good.”

If anyone had told you a year ago that you and Harry would end up like this - tangled together every night, inseparable, happy - you would have laughed in their face.

But now, lying in his bed with his arms wrapped around you, his lips brushing lazily over the top of your head as he mumbled half-asleep nonsense, you couldn’t imagine life any other way.

Everything was just… good.

Better than good.

Perfect.

School was different now.

Where Harry used to be surrounded by girls hanging off his every word, he was now only ever with you. He still had his cocky smirk, still joked around with his old friends, but when it came down to it, he only had eyes for you.

And he made sure everyone knew it.

Whether it was his arm slung over your shoulder in the halls, the way he pulled you into his lap when you sat with him at lunch, or the way he casually shut down any girl who so much as batted her eyelashes at him - it was clear.

Harry Styles was taken.

And he wouldn’t shut up about it.

“My girlfriend’s actually the smartest person in this school,” he’d brag to your teachers when you aced a test.

“My girl made the best fucking pancakes this morning,” he’d tell his friends, even though he had literally helped you burn them.

“My girl,” he called you. All the time. And you secretly loved it.

You rolled your eyes at his antics, but every time, you’d find yourself blushing, hiding your smile as he grinned at you like you were his entire world.

Because, well… you were.

Your families were just as obsessed with your relationship as Harry was.

Anne had always loved you like a second daughter, but now that you were officially dating her son, she took it to a whole new level.

“I knew it,” she’d say every time she saw you two cuddled up on the couch. “Knew you’d end up together. Should’ve placed a bet.”

Harry groaned. “Mum-“

“You two were practically married as kids anyway,” she continued, waving him off. “Might as well make it official.”

You laughed. “We’re still in high school, Anne.”

She just shrugged. “You’ll get there.”

Your own parents weren’t any better.

Your mom practically beamed every time Harry walked through the door, already treating him like a son. Your dad had been a little skeptical at first (probably remembering Harry’s less-than-stellar reputation), but after seeing how much he adored you, he came around quickly.

“Just take care of her,” your dad had told him one evening, clapping a firm hand on Harry’s shoulder.

Harry had looked him dead in the eye and said, “Always.”

That had been the moment your dad fully accepted him.

From then on, family dinners turned into “future planning sessions,” where your parents and his would casually drop comments like, “When you two get married,” and “Your future kids are going to be adorable.”

You’d groan and hide your face in your hands while Harry just smirked, clearly enjoying it.

“You hear that, love?” he teased one night as you lay in his bed, scrolling through your phone while he played with your fingers. “They want grandkids.”

You shot him a look. “You’re literally seventeen.”

He shrugged. “So? You think they’re wrong?”

You sighed, setting your phone down to look at him properly. “Do you?”

Harry didn’t answer right away. He just studied your face, eyes soft, thumb brushing over the back of your hand.

Then he smirked. “Nah, they’re definitely right.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder. “Idiot.”

He just laughed and pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You love me.”

You sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately.”

But he knew the truth.

And so did you.

Being with Harry felt like breathing - natural, effortless, something you didn’t even have to think about.

When you were alone with him, the rest of the world disappeared.

No teasing from your families about marriage and grandkids. No whispers at school about how Harry Styles finally settled down. No past mistakes, no guilt, no fears.

Just him. Just you. Just this.

Nights at his house were your favorite.

It usually started with a lazy movie night, where Harry would let you pick something - though he always found a way to distract you before the ending. Sometimes with kisses pressed against your jaw, other times by burying his face in your neck and mumbling about how you smell so good, love, what is that? until you finally gave in and let him pull you into his arms.

You always ended up in his bed, tangled together, legs hooked over his, your head resting on his chest as his fingers traced slow circles on your back.

Harry loved to touch you.

Not in a desperate, needy way - though, let’s be honest, sometimes it was that too - but in a constant way.

His hands were always on you, even in the smallest ways. His fingers brushing over your knuckles when you walked side by side. His palm resting on your thigh when you sat next to him. His lips pressing against your temple whenever you leaned against him.

And when you were alone, when it was just the two of you wrapped up in his sheets, his touch was even softer.

He’d run his fingers through your hair, whispering little nothings, sometimes teasing, sometimes serious.

“Gonna marry you one day,” he murmured one night, voice heavy with sleep.

You huffed, your fingers lazily tracing patterns on his stomach. “You’re obsessed with me.”

Harry chuckled, shifting so he could press a kiss to your forehead. “Obviously.”

You smiled against his skin, feeling his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

This was home.

Mornings slow and filled with warmth.

Harry was not a morning person. He liked to stay in bed as long as possible, groaning dramatically whenever you tried to move.

“Don’t leave,” he mumbled one morning, voice muffled against your shoulder.

“I have to pee.”

“Pee later.”

“That’s not how it works, idiot.”

Harry groaned, tightening his grip on you. “Fine. But you’re coming back.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, kissing his cheek before slipping out of bed.

When you returned, he had stolen your pillow, hugging it to his chest like some sort of oversized teddy bear.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, crawling back in beside him.

“Mm.” He tossed the pillow aside, pulling you into his arms instead. “Better.”

You let him be clingy, let him tuck his face into your neck, let him hold you like he was afraid you’d disappear.

Afternoons spent doing absolutely nothing and everything at the same time.

Some days, you stayed in bed all day, wrapped up in each other, talking about everything.

Harry loved to ask questions.

What’s your happiest memory?

If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?

If we were stranded on an island, would you eat me or let me eat you first?

(You didn’t dignify that last one with a response.)

Other days, he’d convince you to go on little adventures with him - late-night drives with the windows down, ice cream runs even when it was freezing outside, sneaking into the neighborhood pool just to float on your backs and stare at the stars.

Everything was better with him.

Even the boring, ordinary moments.

Some nights, you didn’t sleep at all.

You’d stay up talking, whispering under the covers like kids sharing secrets.

One night, after hours of just being with each other, Harry tilted your chin up, eyes soft in the dim light of his bedroom.

“I never really knew what love was,” he admitted. “Not before you.”

Your breath caught. “Harry…”

He swallowed, his fingers brushing over your cheek. “I know I’ve said a lot of stupid shit in the past, and I know I was a dick before, but I-“ He exhaled sharply. “I love you. You know that?”

You stared at him, heart swelling in your chest.

“I know.”

His shoulders relaxed. “Good.”

You smiled, cupping his face in your hands. “I love you too.”

Harry let out a breathy laugh, like he still couldn’t believe this was real.

And then he kissed you.

Slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world. Like he was never letting you go.

And he never did.

You and Harry barely fought.

Sure, you bickered all the time - about who got the last slice of pizza, about his terrible taste in reality TV, about the way he always stole the covers at night. But it was never serious.

Until tonight.

And it was stupid.

It started with Harry forgetting to pick you up from school when he had a day off and you weren’t driving home together.

You waited outside for over an hour, your phone battery slowly draining as you sent unanswered texts, your frustration growing with every passing minute.

By the time you walked home - freezing, exhausted, and pissed off - Harry was sprawled out on his bed, completely oblivious.

“Oh, hey, love,” he greeted casually, grinning. “Didn’t hear you come in-“

“You forgot me.”

Harry’s grin faded, eyebrows furrowing. “Shit.” He sat up, running a hand through his hair. “I- I didn’t mean to, I just-“

“Oh, you just what?” you snapped, throwing your bag on the floor. “Got too distracted being lazy to remember your girlfriend?”

Harry scowled. “I wasn’t being lazy! I was studying.”

You scoffed. “Studying what, Harry? The inside of your eyelids?”

His jaw clenched. “I said I didn’t mean to. What more do you want?”

“I want you to care!”

“I do care-“

“Not enough.”

Harry stood up then, his expression darkening. “Don’t fucking do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like I don’t love you just because I made one mistake.”

Your nostrils flared as you glared at him. “It’s not just one mistake, Harry. You never take things seriously. You’re always so fucking carefree-“

“Oh, I’m so sorry for not being miserable all the time,” he shot back sarcastically.

Your hands balled into fists. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re a pain in my ass,” he snapped, stepping closer.

You stepped closer too. “I hate you.”

His chest was heaving now, eyes burning into yours. “Yeah? I hate you more.”

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t soft. It was desperate, angry, all teeth and heat and hands gripping a little too tight.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him, his body pressing yours against the wall.

You gasped into his mouth, nails raking down his back.

He bit your bottom lip in retaliation, his breath hot against your skin as he muttered, “So fucking annoying.”

You dug your nails in deeper. “You love it.”

His response was a growl, his lips crashing back into yours, his hands grabbing, pulling, taking.

You didn’t stop. Not when he lifted you onto the bed. Not when he hovered over you, his hands gripping your wrists. Not even when he smirked and whispered, “Still hate me?”

Afterward, you lay beside him, panting, your limbs tangled together, skin still burning from his touch.

The room was silent for a long time.

“I hate you,” you muttered, turning your head to glare at him.

Harry chuckled breathlessly, rolling onto his side. “I hate you more.”

You both stared at each other, eyes narrowing - until, suddenly, you both cracked.

A laugh bubbled up from your chest, and before you knew it, you were giggling, your forehead dropping against his shoulder.

Harry grinned, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close. “We’re so fucking stupid.”

You nodded, still laughing softly. “Yeah.”

His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back. “But you still love me.”

You sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately.”

Harry smirked. “Guess you’re stuck with me, then.”

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. His eyes were warm now, soft, all the anger from before completely melted away.

You leaned in, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to his lips.

He sighed against your mouth, his fingers threading through your hair.

After a moment, he pulled back just enough to murmur, “Still hate me?”

You smiled, “Yeah.”

He grinned, kissing you again.

[olderwomenenthusiast]

finally getting her attention (melissa schemmenti)

PAIRING: melissa schemmenti & fem reader DESCRIPTION: you really want melissa to pay attention to you CAUTION: strap-on sex, face fucking, spitting, fake cum, breeding kink if you squint WORD COUNT: 3.8k AUTHOR'S NOTE: not proof read & please, i need melissa so bad MASTERLIST

Melissa is at her desk, red pen tapping absently against a stack of papers, eyes flicking between the grading rubric and the essays before her. She’s been at it for hours, laser-focused, while you’ve been left to your own devices; restless, needy, and growing increasingly frustrated.

At first, you tried being patient. You curled up on the couch, scrolling mindlessly on your phone, sighing dramatically every now and then, hoping she’d take the hint. Nothing.

Next, you got bolder - walking over to her desk, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple, nuzzling against her in that way you know makes her weak. She hummed in acknowledgment, but that was it. A brief flick of her eyes to you before she went right back to grading.

Fine. If soft wasn’t working, maybe bratty would.

You draped yourself over the arm of the couch, stretching with an exaggerated whimper. Then you shifted, positioning yourself on all fours, pushing your ass up ever so slightly as you arched your back. A not-so-innocent little moan escaped your lips, just to see if she’d look.

Nothing.

You huffed, then got up and walked into the kitchen. If teasing wasn’t enough, maybe distracting her with something tangible would be. You grabbed a popsicle from the freezer, unwrapped it, and walked right back to her desk, sucking on it obscenely.

This time, you saw her shoulders stiffen. She didn’t look up, but she wasn’t unaffected, either.

So you took it a step further, licking the length of it before moaning softly. “Mmm. So good.”

Melissa inhaled sharply through her nose but still didn’t acknowledge you.

Alright. If she wanted to play this game, you’d win it.

You abandoned the popsicle in the sink and walked over to her again, running your fingers over her shoulders, down the line of her arm, before dipping beneath her desk. You knelt between her legs, resting your chin on her thigh. “Melissa…” you purred, looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes.

She exhaled sharply, finally looking down at you. “You’re bein’ a real pain in my ass, sweetheart,” she murmured, but there was heat in her gaze now, her pupils dilated just enough to tell you she was starting to crack.

You smirked. “Wouldn’t be a problem if you just fucked me already.”

Melissa chuckled lowly, shaking her head as she leaned back in her chair, watching you. “You that desperate, huh?”

Instead of answering, you rose to your feet, standing in front of her. Maintaining eye contact, you reached for the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head, dropping it to the floor. Your shorts followed, along with your underwear, until you stood before her, completely bare.

She let out a slow breath, her jaw tightening as she took you in.

You climbed onto her desk, deliberately pushing aside her papers as you leaned back on your elbows, parting your thighs to reveal just how soaked you were. “See what you do to me?” you whispered, dragging a teasing finger along your inner thigh before brushing it lightly over your slick folds. “Been wet all day, waiting for you.”

Melissa groaned, rolling her chair back abruptly as she stood, rolling up her sleeves. “Alright, enough,” she muttered, voice thick with desire. “You want my attention? You’ve got it.”

She walked over to the dresser, opening the drawer where she kept the strap-on - the one she’d bought specifically because it had a feature you couldn’t stop obsessing over: a fake cum-filled reservoir, designed to fill you up exactly how you craved.

You swallowed hard, watching her fasten the harness, adjusting the straps with practiced ease.

Melissa smirked as she met your gaze again. “On the bed. Now.”

You obeyed immediately, scrambling back toward the mattress as anticipation coiled in your stomach.

She followed, crawling over you, her hands gripping your thighs as she spread them wider. Her breath was warm against your neck as she murmured, “You wanted to be fucked senseless, didn’t you?”

You nodded breathlessly.

Melissa smirked, positioning the tip of the strap against your entrance, teasing you with it.

“Hope you’re ready, sweetheart,” she murmured, voice dripping with promise. “Because I’m gonna give you exactly what you begged for.”

Melissa presses the thick tip of the strap against your entrance, just barely nudging it forward before pulling back, teasing you with slow drags over your soaked folds. You whine, hips bucking up, desperate for more friction, but she tuts, shaking her head.

“So impatient,” she murmurs, dragging a hand up your thigh before gripping it firmly, keeping you still beneath her. “You spent all that time begging, and now you don’t even have the patience to take what I give you?”

You whimper, gripping the sheets beneath you, knowing better than to answer. She cocks her head, waiting, and when you don’t argue, she smirks. “Good girl.”

Then, without breaking eye contact, Melissa leans down and spits directly onto your clit.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips, your thighs twitching as the wet warmth spreads over your sensitive flesh. She uses two fingers to spread it, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your clit before trailing down to coat your already-drenched entrance.

“Look at this mess,” she muses, slipping two fingers through the slickness, teasing your hole without pushing inside. “So wet for me.”

You let out a frustrated whine, your hips shifting involuntarily, but her grip on your thigh tightens. “What do you want, sweetheart?” she asks, voice thick with amusement as she continues rubbing her spit over your needy, aching pussy.

“You,” you breathe out, voice shaking. “Please, Melissa.”

Melissa hums in approval, dragging the head of the strap through your slick folds one last time before lining it up with your entrance. “That’s more like it.”

And then she thrusts inside.

The stretch is delicious, your walls clenching around the thick silicone as she fills you in one smooth motion. Your back arches off the bed, a broken moan escaping your lips as Melissa presses forward, bottoming out with a deep groan of her own.

“Fuck,” she hisses, watching the way your body takes her. “So tight - look at you.”

Your fingers scramble for purchase, gripping at her arms, her shoulders, anything to ground yourself. She doesn’t move at first, just holding you open, letting you feel every inch of her.

Then, she pulls back, slowly and deliberately before slamming back in.

Your breath stutters, a choked gasp spilling from your lips as she sets a brutal rhythm, fucking into you with deep, punishing thrusts. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, slick and obscene, mixed with the desperate moans spilling from your lips.

Melissa watches you with dark, hungry eyes, reveling in the way you unravel beneath her. “This what you wanted?” she pants, her grip bruising on your thighs as she pounds into you.

“Yes—yes, please—”

She leans down, one hand bracing beside your head, the other slipping between your bodies to rub tight circles over your swollen, needy clit. “Gonna make you cum so hard, sweetheart,” she growls, her voice wrecked. “Then I’m gonna fill you up - fuck you full of my cum, just like you need.”

The promise sends you spiraling, heat coiling dangerously in your stomach as your body trembles beneath her. “Melissa...” you sob, teetering on the edge, gripping her shoulders as she fucks you harder, faster, her thrusts deep and unforgiving.

“That’s it,” she grits out, relentless as she works you toward your peak. “Cum for me.”

And with a final thrust, the coil inside you snaps.

Your orgasm crashes over you, white-hot and all-consuming, your body tightening around her as you cry out, pleasure overwhelming every nerve. Melissa groans, grinding into you through your release, her own breathing ragged as she presses in as deep as she can.

Then, with a sharp thrust, she presses a button on the base of the strap, and warmth floods inside you.

The sensation sends another shudder through you, your overstimulated body trembling as you whimper at the feeling of being filled. Melissa groans, watching with heated fascination as the fake cum leaks out around where she’s still buried inside you.

“Fuck,” she breathes, smoothing a hand over your trembling thigh. “Made such a mess.”

She finally stills, leaning down to kiss along your jaw, her breath warm against your skin. “You good, sweetheart?” she murmurs, her voice softer now, laced with something almost tender.

You nod, still trying to catch your breath, and she chuckles, nuzzling against you before pulling out slowly, murmuring praises as she soothes over your spent body.

“You did so good,” she whispers, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before trailing lower, her lips brushing over your collarbone. “So fucking good for me.”

And as she slips her fingers between your thighs, collecting the mess she made, you realize you’re far from done for the night.

Melissa smirks as she brings her fingers to your lips, her touch firm but teasing. “Clean them, baby,” she murmurs, her voice thick with satisfaction.

You don’t hesitate, parting your lips eagerly, sucking her fingers into your mouth, your tongue swirling around them as you moan softly. You taste yourself on her skin, and it only makes the fire inside you burn hotter.

She watches you with dark, hooded eyes, her free hand smoothing over your jaw before tightening slightly, holding you still. “That’s it. Such a messy little thing, but you love it, don’t you?”

You nod, eyes glazed over with hunger, sucking harder, desperate for any part of her you can get. But then, just as suddenly as she gave them to you, she pulls her fingers away.

You whine, hips shifting restlessly, the loss unbearable. “Lissaaa—” your voice breaks, high and needy, your thighs rubbing together in desperation. “More. Please. Need more.”

Melissa tilts her head, amused by your wrecked state. “More, huh?”

You nod frantically, your hands already drifting between your legs, fingers sliding over your soaked folds, searching for relief. But before you can give yourself what you need, Melissa catches your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“No.” Her voice is firm, leaving no room for argument. “You don’t get to touch.”

A desperate sob spills from your lips. “Please --”

She just smirks, shifting above you, her knee pressing between your thighs, giving you just a hint of friction but not enough. “You wanna be used that bad, sweetheart?”

“Yesfuckyesplease, Liss—” You’re practically vibrating with need, your body aching for her. “Use me. Fuck my face. Just - please!!”

Melissa groans at your desperation, her grip tightening around your wrists for a moment before she lets go, standing beside the bed. You watch with wide, eager eyes as she undoes the harness, adjusting it so the strap juts forward, perfectly positioned for what you’ve begged for.

“On your knees,” she orders.

You scramble to obey, slipping off the bed and sinking onto the floor between her legs, your hands instinctively resting on her thighs as you look up at her with pleading, desperate eyes.

Melissa runs her fingers through your hair, tugging slightly, guiding you closer. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”

You obey instantly, lips parting as you stare up at her, pupils blown wide with pure need. She taps the tip of the strap against your tongue before sliding it in, slow and deliberate, watching the way your lips stretch around it.

“Fuck, that’s a sight,” she murmurs, her voice thick with arousal.

You moan around her, your own hands creeping down between your legs again, but Melissa sees. She clicks her tongue, grabbing your wrists once more.

“What did I say?”

You whimper in frustration, thighs clenching together, desperate beyond reason.

Melissa chuckles darkly. “Guess I’ll just have to keep your hands busy another way.”

She grabs your hair, tightening her grip before thrusting deeper, setting a slow but deliberate rhythm as she fucks your mouth, watching as you take her, drool spilling down your chin, tears brimming in your eyes.

“Look at you,” she breathes, voice filled with heat. “So fucking desperate to be used.”

You moan around her, letting her control you, willing to do anything if it means she’ll finally let you come.

And judging by the way her grip tightens and her thrusts get rougher, you’re getting exactly what you begged for.

Melissa groans low in her throat as she watches you, your mouth stretched wide around the thick strap, lips swollen and slick with spit. Your hands grip her thighs for balance, nails digging in slightly as she thrusts deep, the tip nudging the back of your throat.

“Fuck, just like that,” she pants, her fingers tightening in your hair, holding you still as she rocks forward, slow but deliberate, letting you feel every inch as she fucks your mouth.

You moan around her, your throat constricting as you take her deeper, your own arousal dripping down your thighs. Every thrust sends another wave of need crashing over you, your body trembling with the effort of staying still, of being good for her.

Melissa’s breathing grows heavier, her hips moving faster, her own pleasure building as the harness rubs against her clit with each thrust. “Shit.. so fucking good for me baby.”

You whimper in response, your throat flexing around the strap as you hollow your cheeks, desperate to push her over the edge. You can see it in the way her jaw clenches, her grip tightening in your hair, the way her muscles tense.

Then, with a deep, shuddering breath, she presses in as far as she can, holding you there.

“Takeitfuck...”

And then warmth floods your mouth.

The artificial release fills your throat, thick and hot, just like she knew you wanted. The sensation makes your body jolt, another needy whimper vibrating around her as you swallow greedily, taking every drop.

Melissa curses under her breath, watching you with dark, hooded eyes, her chest heaving. “God, look at you,” she murmurs, running a thumb over your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that had slipped free. “Such a needy little thing, drinking it all up.”

You nod weakly, still licking at the tip of the strap, not wanting to let go. But then she lets out a sharp breath, her hips jerking slightly and that’s when you realize.

She’s still grinding against the harness, her clit catching against the base with every tiny movement. Her body is tense, her thighs clenching around you, the pleasure mounting rapidly.

A slow, desperate smirk curls your lips.

“Liss,” you whisper, voice hoarse from how thoroughly she’s used your throat. “You gonna cum for me?”

Melissa exhales sharply, her hands flying to your shoulders as her rhythm stutters, the pressure of the harness hitting just right.

“Fuck—”

Then her body seizes, her thighs trembling as a sharp, wrecked moan tears from her lips. She grinds down hard, riding out her orgasm, her grip bruising on your skin as she comes apart above you.

You watch her, dazed and mesmerized, utterly in awe of the way she falls apart - because of you.

Finally, she sags slightly, her breathing heavy as she blinks down at you, still on your knees, lips parted, eyes wide and eager.

Melissa chuckles, shaking her head as she cups your jaw, tilting your face up to hers. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?” she murmurs, her voice still thick with pleasure.

You grin, pressing a kiss to her fingers, your eyes shining with unrelenting hunger.

“I can think of a few things.”

Melissa lets out a satisfied sigh, her fingers lazily running through your hair before she steps back, reaching for the buttons of her blouse. Your breath catches as she slowly undoes them, one by one, revealing more of her toned stomach, the swell of her breasts beneath her bra.

She doesn’t rush - she knows exactly what she’s doing to you, how desperate you already are. She peels the fabric off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.

And then, finally, it’s gone.

Your eyes drink her in, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you admire the way her skin glows in the dim light, the way her muscles shift subtly as she moves. No matter how many times you’ve seen her like this, she still leaves you utterly mesmerized.

“Baby,” you breathe, voice laced with awe, your fingers itching to touch.

Melissa smirks, amused by your reaction, but before she can say anything, you move.

You stand abruptly, closing the space between you in an instant, your hands finding her waist as you tug her against you. She lets out a surprised laugh, her arms looping around your neck, but the movement throws you both off balance, and before you know it --

You tumble onto the bed, tangled together, giggling against each other’s skin.

“Baby!” Melissa exclaims, laughing as she lands half on top of you, her weight warm and comforting.

You can’t stop giggling, your fingers trailing up her back, holding her close. “Oops,” you say, breathless, your grin wide. “Guess I got a little too excited.”

Melissa lifts her head, her eyes shining with amusement and something deeper, something darker beneath the playful surface. “Yeah?” she murmurs, shifting her hips ever so slightly against yours, making you gasp. “Still excited, sweetheart?”

Your laughter fades into a needy whimper, your body instantly responding to her. “Yes,” you whisper, wrapping your legs around her waist, keeping her close. “Always.”

Melissa’s smirk returns, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path down your side. “Good,” she murmurs, leaning in until her lips just barely ghost over yours. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Then she kisses you - deep and slow, her tongue sweeping into your mouth, stealing your breath, making you dizzy with want.

And just like that, the heat between you flares back to life, burning hotter than ever.

Melissa gasps as you flip the two of you, pressing her down onto the mattress, your body draped over hers. Your lips move instantly to her chest, your mouth latching onto one of her perfect, soft breasts.

“Fuck—” she hisses, her fingers threading through your hair as you swirl your tongue around her nipple, teasing, before sucking it into your mouth. Her back arches instinctively, pressing closer, and you hum in satisfaction, flicking your tongue over the sensitive bud before dragging your teeth over it lightly.

Her breathing turns shaky, her nails digging into your scalp as you switch, giving the other nipple the same attention, your hand twisting and tugging the one now slick from your mouth. The sharp little gasps she lets out send a pulse of arousal straight to your core, making you grind subtly against her thigh, but you don’t linger.

You have a destination in mind.

You kiss your way down her body, savoring the way she twitches beneath your touch, the way her stomach flexes as your lips ghost over her heated skin.

“Baby,” she breathes, voice thick with anticipation as you settle between her thighs, your hands pushing them apart.

You groan at the sight of her - already soaked, her arousal glistening, waiting for you.

“Fuck, Liss,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh before looking up at her with a teasing smirk. “So wet for me already.”

She exhales sharply, her hips shifting impatiently. “Don’t tease,” she warns, but there’s no real threat in her voice - just need.

You grin, then finally give her what she wants.

Your mouth latches onto her clit, sucking it into your mouth as your fingers tease at her entrance, gathering her slick before slowly pushing inside.

Melissa chokes on a gasp, her head falling back against the pillows as pleasure jolts through her.

“JesusfuckingChristfuck...”

You hum against her, the vibration making her thighs twitch. You start slow, dragging your tongue over her swollen clit in deliberate, teasing strokes, matching the rhythm of your fingers as you curl them inside her, searching for that spot that makes her fall apart.

Her breathing turns ragged, her hips rocking against your mouth, desperate for more. You give it to her, sucking harder, flicking your tongue just the way you know she loves, your fingers thrusting deep and firm.

Melissa’s moans grow louder, her grip on your hair tightening as her body tenses beneath you. “Fuck - yes, just like that...”

You moan in response, the sound muffled against her, and the sensation sends a violent shudder through her.

“Shitbaby, I’m --”

Her thighs clamp around your head as she tumbles over the edge, her whole body trembling, her moan breaking into a wrecked sob as she comes hard against your tongue.

You don’t stop.

Not until she’s gasping, pushing weakly at your head, her body twitching with overstimulation.

Only then do you pull away, your lips slick with her arousal, your fingers still lazily tracing her inner thigh as you look up at her with a smug little smile.

Melissa blinks down at you, still trying to catch her breath, her eyes dark and dazed.

“Come here,” she rasps, her voice still wrecked.

Melissa pulls you up toward her, her hands gentle as she cups your face, brushing your hair back from your forehead. She kisses you softly, her lips lingering against yours in a slow, tender embrace. The heat of the moment begins to dissipate, replaced by a quiet warmth between the two of you.

“Good girl,” she whispers, her voice soft but laced with pride. “You did so well.”

You nod, your body still trembling from the intensity of it all, but the safety and tenderness in her touch instantly put you at ease. She runs her fingers through your hair, soothing the edges of your anxiety as her other hand strokes down your side, her touch light and comforting.

Melissa shifts, pulling you into her arms, cradling your head against her chest. Her heartbeat is steady, a rhythmic sound that grounds you as you relax into her warmth. She presses gentle kisses to your forehead, each one a reassurance.

“You okay?” she murmurs, her voice soft with concern as she holds you close.

You nod again, letting out a small sigh of relief, the rush of emotions calming as you settle into her embrace. “Yeah… just needed that.”

Melissa smiles, her hand smoothing down your back, pressing you closer. “I know, baby. I’ve got you. We can take all the time you need.”

You close your eyes, letting yourself relax completely in her arms. The moment is peaceful, and as she continues to rub your back and kiss your skin, you feel yourself drifting into a safe, contented space.

She doesn’t let go - she holds you, keeping you close as you both slowly breathe in sync, knowing that the intensity of the evening has passed, but the connection between you remains. The care, the softness, the aftercare - it’s what really makes the night memorable.

[straykids-2001]

Could you do a sub!Choi su bong/thanos (230) x Domfemale!Reader where usually reader is the sub but when shes jealous she a whole complete different person? (Maybe rough sex???) You can take your time because I saw you just posted, again you dont have to if you dont want to!

Jealously

Warnings l one slap, spanking, gag ball, blindfold, handcuffs, degrees, praise, mention of thanos being a masochist, and I think that's it

"Baby, I said I was sorry, It wasn't even a big deal." Thanos said and rolled his eyes, staring at you with a small smirk, he know he was pissing you off, but he didn't seem to care at all, but he would regret it in a bit

You scoffed and crossed your arms, looking him over "You went to fucking far thanos, She tried to fucking kiss you." You said, walking to their shared bedroom

"Oh come on, I pushed her away. Besides, she wasn't even that pretty." He said as he followed you into the bedroom. He knew he shouldn't be messing with you when you're mad, but he couldn't help himself

You looked at him and grabbed his collar, pulling him to you "Does it look like I give a Fuck if you pushed her away?" You growled, looking him over then your lips curled up into a grin "undress, hands and knees on the damn bed."

Thanos smirked and let out a scoff at your reaction, his eyes looking into yours as he let you grab him, a shiver running down his spine at the way you commanded him. He started to unbutton his shirt slowly, his eyes still locked with yours.

"Yes, ma'am." He said sarcastically, still trying to play tough even though he knew you could make him submit in an instant

You smirked and went to our closet, where we kept all our toys. You kneeled down and opened the box, looking around for a couple of seconds

Thanos laid on the bed on his stomach, looking at you curiously as you looked through the box, his mind racing with what you could possibly be getting out of it. He shifted slightly, anticipating what you were gonna do next,

You grabbed an 8 inch didlo, blindfold, gag ball, and last but not least, handcuffs. You stood up and looked at him. "Since you want to be a brat."

His eyes widened as he saw what you picked up, his cock already twitching at the sight of the toys, he swallowed hard and slowly pushed himself up onto his knees, sitting back on his feet and looking at you with a mixture of fear and excitement

You walked over and slowly began to undress to tease him. "This is your punishment, brat." You spat out, looking at him with a mischievous look in your eyes

He bit his lip, his eyes roaming over your body as you stripped for him, he tried to stay still but he couldn't help but squirm slightly, his cock hardening in his pants as he waited for you to continue

"Knees and hands slut." I told him, sliding on the didlo. Thanos immediately obeyed your command, getting back onto his hands and knees, his face reddening as you called him slut. He watched as you slid the dildo on, and he whimpered quietly

You grabbed the gag ball, moving over to him with a smirk on my lips. "Want to flirt with other girls?" I asked, grabbing his jaw roughly

He shook his head, looking up at you with pleading eyes. He knew he messed up, and he was definitely regretting it now. He opened his mouth, letting you put the gag in, muffling his whimpers

You put the gag on and smirked, looking at him. "So much prettier like this." You said, then gave his cheek a soft slap

Thanos let out a muffled moan as you slapped him, his body jolting slightly at the contact. He closed his eyes, his face still red as he continued to look up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging for more

Yoy grabbed the blindfold, putting it around his eyes. "Maybe you'll learn for once in your damn life to listen to me."

He felt the blindfold being put on and he let out a shaky breath, now completely blind and at your mercy. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement, wondering what you were going to do next

"Wrists." You told him, grabbing the handcuffs

Thanos held out his wrists, still trembling slightly as he did so. He could hear the sound of the handcuffs being opened, and then they were around his wrists, securing them behind his back

"Good boy, finally fucking listening." You growled in his ear, pushing him down on the bed, he was on his knees but his hands were behind his back

Thanos let out a whimper at your praise, his body shivering as you pushed him down. He was completely helpless and vulnerable like this, and it only made him more turned on. He was practically shaking with need now

"How about a spank?" I hummed and licked my lips, rubbing his ass slowly

He let out a muffled moan at the thought of a spank. He nodded quickly, his body arching into your touch, silently begging you to spank him

You got on the bed, spreading his ass and chuckled "Such a pain slut, wanting a spank." You laughed and slapped his ass hard

Thanos cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as you slapped his ass, the sound echoing through the room. He bit down on the gag, his back arching again as he pushed his ass back, silently asking for more

You grabbed the handcuffs and slapped his ass again harder this time

Thanos let out another loud moan, his eyes rolling back behind the blindfold as you slapped his ass again. He tried to say something, but it was muffled by the gag, drool starting to run down his chin as he trembled from the pleasure and pain

You spanked him 8 more times, then grabbed the lube, rubbimg some on my didlo. "Should make you take it raw, but....you'd enjoy that too much."

Thanos was panting heavily by the time you finished spanking him, his ass bright red and sore. He whimpered at your words, knowing you were right. He would enjoy it too much if you just took him raw without prep. He was a masochist after all

"Look so pretty, too bad you can't see." You teased, moving slowly, your hips meeting his red and sore ass

Thanos whined in frustration, wanting to see the look on your face but also being thankful for the blindfold. He could only imagine how good he looked, being all bound up and taking your toy so well. He tried to grind back against you, wanting more but unable to do much with his hands restrained

You slapped his ass again "you will be still and let me use you like that fucking toy you are." You hissed, grabbing his neck with your other hand

You slammed into him and grabbed his hip with your other hand, squeezing his neck and grinning "Taking my cock like a good boy."

Thanos cried out in pleasure, his whole body shaking as you slammed into him and squeezed his neck. He couldn't speak, but his muffled moans and whimpers were enough to show how much he was enjoying it. His eyes were clenched shut behind the blindfold, his mind completely foggy with pleasure

"Flirting with another woman in front of me, your girlfriend, thinking you won't get punishment." You muttered, slamming into him over and over again, squeezing his neck tighter

Thanos gasped for air as the gag was removed, his breath ragged and shaky. He tried to speak but all that came out were whimpers and moans, his head lolling back against your shoulder as you pulled him back against you

"I asked you a question." I said, stopping your movement, licking up his neck "answer slut."  You grabbed his waist holding him against me

Thanos shivered as you licked up his neck, your words sending a shiver down his spine. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath, trying to compose himself enough to answer you

"N-no..." He managed to choke out, his voice shaky and hoarse from the gag

"Though I just sit back a watch, huh?" You asked, moving against, faster and harder "Watch that bitch touch all over you and try to kiss you?:

You slapped his ass again. "What do you have to say?" You growled, moving your hand from his neck to his cock, jerking him off

Thanos cried out in pleasure as you slapped his ass again and wrapped your hand around his cock. He was so close now, his body trembling uncontrollably as you jerked him off, your movements rough and relentless.

"I'm s-sorry!" He managed to gasp out, his eyes rolling back in his head, "I-I won't do it again! I promise!"

You slammed against his sweet spot and smiled. "Good, you do it again, and I swear I'll make you can't walk or speak for a week." You said lowly, moving my hand faster

Thanos let out a loud moan as you hit his sweet spot, his body convulsing in pleasure. He was practically sobbing now, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to hold back his orgasm.

"I-I won't! I p-promise I won't!" He whimpered, his hips bucking against your hand, desperately seeking release

"Cum for me." You whispered breathlessly, squeezing his base

Thanos's body tensed up as you squeezed his base, a strangled cry escaping his lips as he came hard, his body shaking violently. He spilled all over your hand, his eyes rolling back in his head as waves of pleasure washed over him

You slowly pulled out and laid down, sighing, closing my eyes. "You did good."  muttered, looking at him with a soft smile

Thanos collapsed onto the bed beside you, his body still trembling slightly from the intense orgasm. He let out a shaky breath, trying to catch his breath as he turned to look at you, his eyes still glazed over from the pleasure.

"Th-thank you..." He whispered, his voice hoarse from the moaning and crying out

You don't know when, but somehow, the blindfold slipped off his eyes when you were fucking him. You reached over and undid the handcuffs

Thanos let out a sigh of relief as the handcuffs were removed, his wrists aching from being held behind him for so long. He stretched his arms out, rubbing his wrists gently to soothe the soreness

[antinousletmehit]

More shitty brother antinous but make him shittier.

——

Y/n decided she’d make a sport out of embarrassing her brother. Every chance she got, she embarrassed him in front of the suitors—mocking his speeches, rolling her eyes when he acted like he ruled the palace, even stealing his cup of wine just to down it before he could. She wasn’t stupid. She knew the suitors found it hilarious. Even Eurymachus, who usually sided with Antinous, laughed when she got under his skin.

But this time, she had pushed too far.

It started with a harmless joke—calling him the most graceful man in Ithaca after he nearly tripped over a chair. The suitors had erupted in laughter, egging her on. Then she mimicked his posture, his pompous way of speaking, throwing in an exaggerated, “Oh, how I suffer under the weight of my own greatness!” The laughter had been deafening. Even Penelope , sulking in the corner, had cracked a smirk.

But when she looked at Antinous, his expression was deadly. The next thing she knew, he had grabbed her by the arm—hard. The room went quiet as he yanked her out of the hall, dragging her through the corridors. “Antinous—” she hissed, trying to pull away.

He said nothing.

Her stomach twisted. Oh, shit. He shoved open her bedroom door and threw her inside. She barely caught herself before falling onto the bed, scrambling up to glare at him. “What the hell is your—”

“Shut up.”

The door slammed behind him.

She stilled.

Antinous stood there, breathing heavily, his eyes dark with rage. “Do you think this is a game, y/m?” His voice was eerily calm, which was somehow worse than him yelling.

She swallowed. “I was just joking—”

“Joking?” He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “No, you were making a fool of me.”

She crossed her arms, trying to look unfazed. “It’s not my fault you’re easy to mess with.”

His jaw clenched. In two quick strides, he was in front of her, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at him. “You think you can humiliate me in front of the suitors? In front of Penelope?” His fingers tightened. “You think there won’t be consequences?”

She glared at him, despite the painful grip. “What are you gonna do? Hit me?” She scoffed. “Go ahead, see if I care.”

Antinous didn’t hit her.

Instead, he leaned in close and whispered, “Maybe I’ll just get rid of you.”

Her blood ran cold.

His lips curled into a smirk at her silence. “You think you’re untouchable because you’re my sister?” He let go of her chin and took a step back. “There are plenty of men in Ithaca who’d love a young bride. Older, wealthier men. Men who wouldn’t care how much of a little brat you are, so long as you do as you’re told.”

She felt her stomach lurch. “You wouldn’t.”

His expression was unreadable.

The room was silent. For the first time, Pandora had nothing to say. Antinous lingered for a moment, as if waiting for her to argue, to push back. But she didn’t. With a scoff, he turned and walked toward the door. “Stay in your room,” he said coldly. “Unless you’d rather start looking for a husband.” The door slammed shut behind him.

She sat frozen on the bed, her hands clenched into fists. For the first time, the game wasn’t fun anymore.

——

She didn’t believe it at first.

When Antinous grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her through the halls, she thought he was just being dramatic. That he was trying to scare her. That this was just another one of his cruel lessons in obedience. But then they stepped into the great hall, and she saw him. A man, one of the suitors, one of the older ones, broad shouldered and grinning, waiting for them. The feeling of dread sank in like a stone in her stomach. “No,” she whispered, planting her feet. “No, you’re not serious.”

Antinous yanked her forward without a word. She turned to him, panic rising in her chest. “Antinous, no—”

“I warned you, didn’t I?” His voice was calm, but there was no humor in it. “You don’t listen. You humiliate me. You act like a brat. I told you what would happen.”

She felt like she couldn’t breathe. The suitor stepped forward, looking her over. “She’s a bit feisty,” he said, amused. “But I can break that.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

No. No, no, no, no—

“I—I can be good,” she stammered, turning back to Antinous, grabbing at his tunic. “Please, Antinous. Don’t do this. I’ll stop, I swear, I won’t embarrass you, I won’t—”

“Too late,” he said coolly, prying her fingers off him.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She looked at the suitor again, his smug, expectant expression, and she felt it, felt what this meant. That she was going to be his. That she would have no choice. That she would have to do whatever he wanted. That she would belong to him.

That she would bear his children.

Her entire body trembled.

Antinous turned to the suitor. “She’s all yours.”

She broke.

She dropped to her knees, sobbing, clutching at Antinous’ arm like a child. “Please! I’ll do anything, just—just don’t make me do this, please, please—” She was gasping, shaking, her fingers clawing at his tunic, pressing her forehead against his side as she sobbed. She didn’t care how pathetic she looked. She would beg if she had to.

Antinous was quiet for a long moment. Then—

He laughed.

The suitor snickered.

Her breath hitched.

She slowly looked up at Antinous, confused and disoriented. He was grinning down at her, shaking his head. “You really believed it, didn’t you?” he mused.

Her stomach twisted.

He crouched down, smirking. “Gods, you should’ve seen your face.” He reached out and flicked her forehead. “Did you really think I’d sell you off that easily?”

The suitor let out a chuckle. “She’s got spirit. That was fun to watch.”

Her body felt cold. Her lips trembled, her breath still shuddering. Then she sobbed harder. She wailed, clutching at Antinous’ tunic again, burying her face into it. Antinous groaned. “Oh, come on—” She didn’t care. She was crying so hard her entire body shook, her nails digging into his sides, holding onto him like he’d disappear if she let go.

Antinous just sighed, running a hand down his face. “Gods, you’re dramatic.” But there was no real bite to his words. Antinous tried to pry her off him, but she refused to let go.

“I hate you,” she hiccupped into his chest, still clinging to him.

Antinous smirked. “Good.” He ruffled her hair, chuckling. “Maybe now you’ll behave.”

She only sobbed harder. Antinous waved lazily to the suitor, who was still chuckling at the spectacle. “Yeah, yeah, that’s enough entertainment for the night. I gotta get this one back to her room before she drowns me in her tears.”

The suitor smirked. “You sure you don’t wanna go through with it? She’d make a fine little wife.”

She let out a pitiful, muffled wail into Antinous’ chest, her hands still gripping his tunic like a lifeline. Antinous just rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, real tempting. But I think I’d rather not deal with her haunting me from the afterlife when she inevitably throws herself off a cliff.”

With that, he bent down, scooped her up like a misbehaving child, and slung her over his arms with ease. She sniffled into his chest, her tiny fists still gripping at him, her whole body shaking from the lingering terror. Antinous grinned, looking down at her blotchy, teary face. “Awww, look at you,” he cooed mockingly. “All sad and pathetic. You poor little thing.”

She whimpered into his tunic. He swayed her a little in his grip, just to mess with her. “You really thought I’d marry you off?” he teased, smirking. “You really thought I’d let some greasy old suitor take you away? What, you think I don’t like having you around?”

She just let out another wet, hiccuping sob. Antinous smirked, shifting her weight in his arms as he carried her down the hall. “Gods, you’re a mess.” He glanced down at her, raising a brow. “You gonna cry yourself to sleep, or should I get you a warm cup of milk too?”

She let out a tiny, muffled grumble, her words completely lost in his chest. Antinous chuckled. “Thought so.”bHe adjusted his grip on her, carrying her effortlessly as she whimpered into him, still trembling slightly.

“Alright, brat,” he murmured, voice softer now. “Let’s get you to bed before you pass out in my arms.” And with that, he carried her off, still smirking to himself while she clung to him, utterly defeated.

——

Antinous laid her down on her bed, carefully untangling her grip from his tunic. Her face was still blotchy, eyes puffy from crying, and she hiccupped as he adjusted the blanket over her. “There,” he said, brushing off his hands. “Now stay put and stop being a little brat.”

He turned to leave, but before he could take a step, a small hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Antinous blinked, then looked down. Pandora was staring at him, her lip wobbling, fresh tears brimming in her already red eyes. Then, in a small, broken voice, she whispered, “Don’t go.”

Antinous sighed, running a hand down his face. “Oh, for the love of the gods—” She tugged harder, her grip trembling. His smirk faltered. Antinous exhaled sharply through his nose, then sat back down at the edge of her bed, rubbing his temples.

“You are such an idiot,” he muttered. She sniffled, rubbing at her eyes with the sleeve of her tunic. Antinous tilted his head, giving her a dry look. “You really thought I was just gonna sell you off that quick?”

She nodded, bottom lip still trembling. He scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re even dumber than I thought.” She whimpered, curling in on herself. Antinous sighed again, this time softer. Then, after a beat, he reached out and ruffled her hair, gently this time. “Look, brat,” he murmured, his tone losing its usual edge. “Even if I do sell you off one day, it won’t be that easy. I’d make sure he was rich first.”

She whined at that, swatting at his arm weakly. Antinous chuckled, shaking his head. Then, in a quieter voice, he added, “I’m not getting rid of you that quick, alright?” She sniffled again, finally loosening her grip on his wrist. Antinous rolled his eyes, lying back on the bed beside her with a huff. “Gods, you’re exhausting.”

She curled into his side without hesitation.

Antinous sighed, glancing down at her. “Go to sleep, idiot.” And for once, she actually listened.

——

Telemachus hadn’t seen y/n in days. And while that usually meant peace for him, something about the silence felt… wrong.

So, begrudgingly, he decided to ask someone. Unfortunately, the only person he could find was Eurymachus, lounging around with a goblet of wine, looking as relaxed as ever.

“Hey,” Telemachus started, arms crossed. “Where’s y/n?”

Eurymachus barely looked up. “Hell if I know. I’m not her older brother.”

Telemachus scowled. “You practically are.”

“Yeah, well, I’d rather die than claim that title.” Eurymachus took a sip of his wine, then smirked. “For all I know, she’s gone and married by now.”

Telemachus froze.

Eurymachus just swirled his goblet. “Poor girl, probably off with some old man by now. You know how Antinous is.” That was all it took for Telemachus to spiral into sheer panic.

Married?! Was that why she had been gone? Had Antinous finally had enough of her antics and actually gotten rid of her? Was she out there, forced to be some old suitor’s wife, with a husband and—oh gods, children?! Without another word, Telemachus turned on his heel and started pacing up and down the palace halls, his stomach twisting.

Was she happy? No, of course not—it was y/n, she wouldn’t want to be married!

What if he never saw her again?! What if she actually liked her husband?! What if she had—

Before he could finish that thought, he turned a corner and slammed into someone. He stumbled back, startled. Then he looked up.

It was y/n.

Not in a wedding dress. Not crying. Not married.

Just y/n.

She blinked up at him, confused. “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

Telemachus opened his mouth, then closed it.

Then, still staring at her, he just collapsed against the nearest pillar in relief.

She raised a brow. “Are you sick or something?”

Telemachus groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I hate Eurymachus.”

——

@simpformoonkight blame them for this sad fic

[burningembers91]

I'll Bring You Flowers - Ryu Su-Yeol/K x Fem!Reader

Follow up piece to:

Chalk and Cheese

Synopsis: When K hears you're having a bad day, he orders you some flowers to cheer you up. But he finds it hard to keep his distance from the girl who makes him feel so alive.

A/N: After i'd finished writing this i realised i'd also used the broken boiler in my Hwang In-Ho fic. I guess i'm just a sucker for a damsel in distress and a man who know his way around a toolbox

The flowers were waiting for you when you got home. A large, beautiful bouquet, filled with the most stunning pastel petals. The muted pinks, blues and purples were complimented by the cream vase, with a small note attached to one of the stems. I hope your days become brighter soon, was all the note said. There was no name, no indication of who’d sent you such a thoughtful gift. You’d been having such a terrible day, but you hadn’t told anyone about it.

It had all started that morning, waking up to a text from a guy you’d been casually dating, saying he didn’t see your relationship going anywhere and he thought it was best if you broke it off. You weren’t upset because you particularly liked the man, it was more frustration at the fact that yet again, you simply weren’t good enough for someone. Your boiler then broke as you were halfway through your shower, the water turning ice cold in a matter of seconds, leaving you screaming as you scrambled to exit the Arctic conditions. Your favourite coffee place was closed, meaning you had to skip your usual morning latte, and you were passed over for a promotion, losing out to a man who wouldn’t know a hard day’s work if it punched him in the face. You couldn’t figure out who had sent you such a beautiful gift, but it had brightened your day.

K watched you through the peephole of the apartment door as you picked up the vase. He was buzzing, practically vibrating with joy as he saw the small smile flicker across your face. The flowers had been expensive, a lot more than he’d planned to spend, but that was a problem for Su-Yeol to worry about. He’d heard you this morning through the walls of the apartment, crying as you turned the shower on. He heard you scream, heard the cascade of swear words fall from your lips as you cursed every God under the sun. He wondered what had happened to you, and he’d have gone marching straight to your door if Su-Yeol hadn’t fronted and stopped him in his tracks.

K still couldn’t figure out why Su-Yeol didn’t want you the way he did. They both agreed you were beautiful, kind, funny, and feisty. You were K’s dream woman, and he knew you were Su-Yeol’s perfect girl too. “Just take her out for dinner,” K insisted one night during another of their childish bickering matches. “No,” Su-Yeol had snapped back, trying his hardest to ignore his more passionate alter ego. “Then let me take her out! I’ll show her how a real man should treat a woman.” K stood up, puffing his chest out as he paraded around the living room. “I’ll wine her, I’ll dine her, I’ll sixty-nine-” “Absolutely not,” Su-Yeol cut him off before he could finish, desperately trying to rid his mind of the image of you spread out on his bed.

But K wasn’t giving up. He waited until Su-Yeol was asleep before fronting and ordering an excessively expensive bouquet of flowers. He paid extra for the vase, hoping his extravagant purchase would teach Su-Yeol a lesson. He was wasting his life, punishing himself for things that weren’t his fault. K didn’t want to spend his entire existence alone, and he knew Su-Yeol didn’t either. But K had always been the brave one, and it was time they stopped living in the shadows.

He waited until you were heading out on your run, something he noticed you always did when you’d had a stressful day. It hadn’t been easy to overpower Su-Yeol, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d maintain control, but he had to know if you liked the gift. He waited until you were almost passed the door before he flung it open, his smile wide. “Did you like the flowers?” he cried, throwing his arms wide out to the side, a huge floppy grin plastered to his face.

“Jesus Christ!” The sound of your neighbour’s voice scared the living daylights out of you, and you jumped back, knocking your phone and earbuds clean out of your hand. “Wait, it was you?” you asked, fumbling to pick up your belongings. “You got me the flowers?” “Yes,” K nodded, “I heard you crying. You sounded very sad.” You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, could feel the beet red burn of embarrassment. “Oh, right,” you mumbled, fumbling for an excuse. “And then I heard you scream,” K said. “And you said “fuck” quite a lot. I figured you could use a little pick-me-up.”

You couldn’t help but smile at your mysteriously odd neighbour, who was quite clearly in one of his better moods this evening. His smile was wide, his floppy hair falling so effortlessly into his big, brown eyes. He wore a royal blue silk shirt adorned with leopard print, and on anyone else you were sure it would look ridiculous, but on him, it looked incredible. “My boiler broke,” you explained, “and I got dumped. Sorry you had to hear me snivelling.”

K desperately tried to stop smiling, tried to look like he felt bad for you, but he simply couldn’t manage it. His smile was face-splittingly wide as he heard that you were single. This was perfect, a dream come true, and he couldn’t let the opportunity go to waste. “Did you get your boiler fixed?” he asked, crossing his fingers behind his back in the hopes that the answer was no. “Not yet,” you shrugged, “they can’t come out until Monday, but I can just use the showers at work.” “I can fix it,” K said before he could stop himself. He’d spent some of his time in control learning practical skills, sick of seeing Su-Yeol pay for people to fix things around the apartment when it was simple enough to learn. “Really? I wouldn’t want to put you out, Su-Yeol,” you said, but you found yourself curious about your handsome, if a little odd, neighbour. This was longest you’d ever spoken before, and tonight he seemed to be in a particular good mood. “Call me K,” he insisted, desperate to hear you say his name. “Ok… K,” you smiled, “Is that some kind of nickname?” He laughed as you said his name, the pure joy of hearing someone other than Su-Yeol speak his name aloud was overwhelming. The way you said it was so perfect, and he knew it would be playing in his head over and over again.

You showed him into your apartment, and K noticed the flowers taking up pride of place on your kitchen island. The handwritten note was pinned to your fridge and K was sure if he smiled any harder, his face would completely split. You showed him the boiler, handing him a toolbox you kept in the storage cupboard but barely ever used. You watched him work, noticing for the first time how toned his muscles were, visible even through the silk of his gaudy shirt. He chatted away as he worked, telling you about himself and asking you questions about your life. K made sure to sprinkle in snippets of both himself and Su-Yeol, hyping up both of their best qualities; he wanted to put their best foot forward.

You’d never realised what a great laugh Su-Yeol had, had never realised how funny he was. He had you laughing until tears streamed down your cheeks, had you hooked on every word he said. He was an incredible storyteller, so vibrant and passionate when he talked, his arms gesticulating wildly. How was this man before you the same man who parked halfway across your parking space and purposely closed doors on you? He was so different to the cold, stony-faced man you’d grown so used to.

K was an efficient worker, almost too efficient as he fixed the problem with relative ease. He didn’t want to go back to the apartment, but he could feel Su-Yeol breaking back through, could feel himself losing grip. “Come for dinner with me tomorrow,” he said, as you showed him to the door. “I know a great sushi place.” “Ok,” you found yourself saying, unable to resist the almost electric charm he possessed. “Pick me up at 8?” “It’s a date,” K smiled, taking your hand gently in his. He brought it ever so slowly to his lips, softly brushing them across your knuckles. You felt a spark go through you, felt yourself falling into those perfect eyes of his. “I’ll see you tomorrow, K,” you winked, closing the door behind him.

He couldn’t believe it; couldn’t believe you’d spoken in his name. He finally felt like a real person, not some annoying character Su-Yeol had to deal with. You made him feel alive, made him finally feel like he existed as an individual.

He knew Su-Yeol would go mad when he found out he’d asked you out, but you were worth the wrath he’d incur. K could only hope he’d be able to keep control long enough to take you out, to get to know more about you and hopefully convince Su-Yeol you were worth it.

They were both tired of being alone, tired of having no one but each other for company. If only K could get Su-Yeol to see how great you were, he knew you could have something magical together.

He wasn’t about to give up on the girl who’d finally made him feel alive.

[hrizantemy]

I was searching for quotes to talk about something else, and while I was searching, I found this, and now I wanna rant cause it pisses me off.

“There were only a few blocks in the city like that. When I’d asked Rhys about them, about why they had not been improved, he merely said that he had tried. But displacing people while their homes were torn down and rebuilt … Tricky.” (Chapter 4 of ACOFAS)

So... Rhys was aware that people, other than Nesta, lived in the same apartment complex as her. He also understood that it was tricky to renovate, much less tear down, an entire apartment building that people lived in, even to improve it. Yet, it became no problem when he needed to punish Nesta.

He set his plan into motion the day before the intervention, meaning the residents got a one day notice that their home was being torn down. More over, there's no indication that he found them somewhere else to stay, or if it would be acceptable to them. I mean, with a day's notice, they don't really have a choice, do they? It's that or the streets.

On top of that, he didn't even rebuild or renovate them for the original tenants to move back into. It was a shelter for those displaced by the war, which is all well and good, but where have those people been in the last year, while Feysand built their fifth mansion? In the teaser at the end of ACOFAS, Cassian is about to knock on Nesta's door, and as he does, he acknowledged that both the town house and house of wind are empty, because they all stay at the river house, so it wasn't either of those places, even though the citizens, seemed to be able to come and go from there freely.

“As High Lady, I hosted weekly open audiences with Rhys at the House of Wind.” (ACOFAS Chapter 4)

If I remember right, the go there for star fall too, so clearly there isn't an issue with people coming and going. Was there some secret exit Nesta was never told about? How do people not find the entire thing suspicious?

And let’s not forget—the entire intervention was planned behind Nesta’s back. She had no warning, no say, and no chance to prepare. Rhys had already decided the day before that she was losing her home, meaning that no matter what Nesta said or did in that room, the outcome was set. This wasn’t an intervention; it was an ambush. They gave her an illusion of choice while making it clear there was only one “acceptable” answer: obey or be cast out. And worse? The others just stood by and let it happen.

Feyre, who should have understood what it felt like to be powerless, didn’t hesitate to use her High Lady title to force Nesta’s compliance. Cassian, who knew how much Nesta hated the House of Wind, didn’t argue against her being trapped there. Amren, who claimed to be Nesta’s friend, mocked her in front of everyone and stood with them instead. And Rhys? Rhys acted like he was being merciful, like this wasn’t about control, as if tearing down an entire apartment complex overnight wasn’t an extreme punishment over drinking and meaningless hookups.

And let’s talk about the hypocrisy of the Inner Circle’s “concern.” They spent months watching Nesta spiral, judging her from a distance, but did any of them try a real, genuine conversation with her? Did anyone sit her down before this and ask her what she needed? Offer her options that weren’t just “get better on our terms or be exiled”? No. Because it was never about Nesta’s well-being. If it were, they wouldn’t have waited until they were personally inconvenienced to act. They wouldn’t have forced her into a place they knew she’d feel like a prisoner. They wouldn’t have ripped her home away from her overnight without a second thought for the people who lived there.

The worst part? Rhysand frames it like this was some great kindness, like they saved Nesta from herself. But you don’t save someone by taking away their choices. You don’t save someone by punishing them for grieving the wrong way. You don’t save someone by isolating them under the guise of help. What Rhys did wasn’t help—it was control wrapped in the pretty lie of “what’s best for her.” And the fact that nobody in the Inner Circle questioned it? That just makes it even worse.

What makes it even more infuriating is how Rhys gets to play the benevolent ruler while doing the exact same things he would never let another High Lord get away with. If Tamlin had done something like this—had forcibly removed a vulnerable person from their home under the guise of “helping” them—everyone would be up in arms about how controlling and abusive it was. But because it’s Rhysand, the so-called progressive, feminist ruler, it’s somehow acceptable? It’s somehow for Nesta’s own good?

This wasn’t just about Nesta—it was a show of power. It was Rhys reminding everyone that he had control over them, that their homes, their choices, their lives were ultimately in his hands. If he could do this to Nesta, Feyre’s own sister, then what chance did any regular citizen of Velaris have? He made a conscious choice to tear down that apartment complex overnight, without warning, to send a message. Nesta wasn’t just being punished—she was being humiliated, made an example of, and the collateral damage? The people who also lived there? They were just an afterthought.

If this shelter was so important, why wasn’t it prioritized before? Why wasn’t it part of the many rebuilding efforts after the war? Why did it only become urgent when it gave them an excuse to strip Nesta of her independence? They had the time, the money, and the resources to build an entire mansion for Rhys and Feyre, but they couldn’t be bothered to create a shelter for displaced citizens until it served their agenda? It just proves that this was never about doing what was right—it was about controlling Nesta under the guise of righteousness.

They gaslight her into thinking this was all her fault. That if she had just behaved the way they wanted, if she had just healed the way they deemed acceptable, none of this would have happened. They make her feel like the problem, when in reality, she was a grieving, traumatized woman who needed support, not exile disguised as an intervention. But no, instead of meeting her with real compassion, they met her with control, force, and punishment. And somehow, Nesta is the villain? Absolutely not.

They rip away her autonomy, humiliate her, isolate her in the House of Wind, and then act like she should thank them for “saving” her. But saving someone means meeting them where they are, not dragging them somewhere they don’t want to be and forcing them into a version of healing that only benefits you. And let’s be real—their idea of “healing” was never about what Nesta needed. It was about making her palatable to them, easier to deal with, more like who they wanted her to be.

And what really gets me? The double standards. Rhysand and Cassian both use drinking and sex as coping mechanisms, but when Nesta does it? Suddenly, it’s a problem. Suddenly, it’s out of control and dangerous. Cassian drinks just as much, but nobody’s forcing him into an intervention. Rhysand literally spent years letting his trauma dictate his choices, but Nesta doesn’t get that same space to process? Instead, she gets punished for grieving the wrong way.

Let’s talk about how the Inner Circle treats Nesta’s trauma like it’s something she owes them to fix. Like she should be getting better on their timeline and in a way that makes them comfortable. But what did they ever do to actually help her before this? Feyre never once genuinely tried to reach Nesta without judgment. Cassian would show up to her apartment when it suited him, but did he ever try to truly understand why she was pushing everyone away? Amren, who Nesta thought was her friend, turned on her the moment she didn’t act how Amren wanted. And Rhys? Rhys had been looking for an excuse to control Nesta from the moment she refused to bow to him.

What’s even more disgusting is how they used Feyre’s pregnancy as a weapon against Nesta. As if Nesta, the same person who risked her life to save Feyre twice, would ever wish harm on her or her child. They act like she’s a danger, like she’s this uncontrollable force, when in reality, they just couldn’t stand that she wouldn’t submit to their version of what a “healed” Nesta should look like.

The truth is, they didn’t want Nesta to heal—they wanted her to conform. They wanted her to stop being difficult, stop reminding them of their own failures, and stop making them uncomfortable. And that’s not love. That’s not care. That’s control. They acted like she was choosing to self-destruct, like she was deliberately making their lives harder, when in reality, she was just drowning and no one threw her a lifeline until it became inconvenient for them. Where was this intervention months ago, when she was spiraling? Where was this support before they decided she was an embarrassment? They didn’t help her because they cared—they helped her because they were tired of dealing with her.

Rhysand’s entire inner circle is made up of people who have coped with their trauma in violent and self-destructive ways, but only Nesta gets treated like a threat. And the fact that they expect her to be grateful? To look back and thank them for tearing apart her life, forcing her into isolation, and treating her like a burden?

[kirby-derb]

Te...teehee? I dunno what I would name this so I'm going to call it

Grinding Gears

Summary thingy: As a mechanic in the undercity you had often found yourself with some rather odd jobs, fixing up a bomb, and bio-weapons, though you were never quite ready to ask for an arm. Though you did love a challenge. Now years after you still find yourself looking for parts.

Pairings Ig? Reader x Sevika, Jinx is in here but she's like 14 so she and reader got a fun little friend/mentor dynamic

“How good are you at artificial limbs?” 

   That…wasn’t a new question per say, though it was an odd situation. 

   One moment you were sitting in your shop fixing up what remained of someone’s prized gun and the next you wake up and you’re in some dingy room, eye’s not yet adjusted to the lack of light or the burning sensation in the back of your head. As you try to get your bearings you hear the question asked again, this time you see someone step from the darkness that surrounds you. 

     You knew this one, somewhat. “Silco? You’re one of Silco’s men. Holy fucking-” You try to sit up in the chair only to find your hands were tied behind you, so you yell into the darkness, “SILCO WHAT THE FUCK MAN? I am just your number one supplier and this is the thank you I get? Well fuck you too!” 

    As if on cue the man you were screaming for came out from the darkness, his steps slow as he looked at you, the same unreadable expression across his face. However, what caught your attention was the little girl that trailed behind her, so you stare at the little thing for a moment, and he must have caught on to your staring because he spoke again. “Answer the question.” 

  Your eyes flicker up to him and then back to the little girl, who stood behind him as if he was some shield, better than the man you knew him to be. “Since when-nevermind. Limbs? Uh,” You tilt your head back, eyes staring at the ceiling, only looking forward when a droplet of water snapped you out of the trance and you look back to him, “I don’t know.” 

   “What do you mean you don’t know?” 

“I mean I don’t know until I’m staring at what I’m supposed to fix, how much is left? Nerves, muscle, bone, I don’t know what to fix if I can’t see the fuck up.” You grumble out, eyes pretty much on the little girl alone, the bright blue hair in a neat french braid and clothes a bit too big for her- but they were new. Poor thing looked terrified. The silence crept in and you look back to Silco, “Does this have to do with the explosion on-” 

   “We are not talking about that.” He interpreted, leaning over to one of the men, whispering something you couldn’t quite catch. 

   “Copy that, fuckface.” You smile when he shoots you a glare, and you adjust in the chair again, “Gonna let me go? Cause ya know, I do need my hands to actually do my job.” 

   Maybe to your surprise, or dismay, he nudged the little girl forward, her trembling hands holding a set of keys. Her steps tripping over the other, eyes set on you as if you would pounce on her the second she looked away, you wanted to say something, anything- maybe because you knew what it felt like to be scared and alone, to be forced to trust a person she would grow up and realize she shouldn’t have. But you keep your mouth shut, hearing the cuffs unlock and you wait for the little girl to retreat back to her safe inner circle before you look at Silco again. The look in your eyes saying a thousand words, and he seemed to catch on, as he only looked at you for a moment before looking away. 

    You and Silco had been partners since before he became….Silco, you were younger than the rest of the group back then, taken under the wing. Yet since the rebellion and the deaths of the innocent, you had drifted from friends to mildly cordial business partners. As your talents included fixing just about anything that needed to be fixed and an inordinate ability to talk your way out of any situation, that and a few Higher up on topside seemed to be hung up on you, so it made shipments easy. You clear your throat as you slowly move to stand, “Tell me about the job.” 

   “It’s a prosthetic, it needs to be fully functional. Arm, there’s nothing till the shoulder.”

   “We have a doctor monitoring her condition, she’s stable.” Silco slowly sits down in a chair, the little girl that seemed to follow him sitting down by his feet. “How much do you want?” 

If your jaw wasn’t on the floor the pure shock and distaste in your eyes was obvious, you blink a few times, “I can make a prosthetic, easy peasey; but a fully functional one? Do you realize the writing and the time and the-shit man, that fucker would be heavy-”  

  “She can handle it.”

The next words on your lips fade and you suddenly realize what was missing from this whole picture, the huge lack of the person you probably would’ve noticed first. With a small tilt of your head you whisper, “Where is she?” 

    Your breathing was slow, your eyes watching him move but nothing else in your body would move, “I-...” The words were in your throat but nothing else would speak, “I…Let me see her.”  

  “I can’t do that.” 

You spin on your heel and look at him, words coming out as venom, “Let me see her or I am going to charge so high your fucking daughter will still be paying your fucking debt after I kill you.”

“Which. Room?”

   “It is not a good-”

“Which room?”

  “She’s drugged up-” 

   “Second on the left.” 

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

  You considered yourself to be a very controlled and easy going woman, you didn’t do things on a spur of the moment emotion and you had a tendency to do the wrong thing simply because the right thing would mean you would have to acknowledge some emotion you were trying to ignore. However, as you sat in that uncomfortable chair staring at that infuriating, stubborn, cocky and just overall horrible woman, all you could do is act on the emotions in your chest. The nail bed on your left hand picked raw and your eyes so focused on the rise and fall of her chest, words harsh whenever someone would get too close. 

    “You’re a doctor?” 

The poor man looked even more scared than the little girl, his hands and legs shackled together, eyes holding that lovely topsider gleam. Though it was slowly fading, as Zaun would probably do that to a person. The scrubs he wore were dirty from probably being forced down here for days on end, and his family was probably already grieving. Awful that you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “Emergency medicine.” 

   The harsh gaze was then fixed on him, “How is she?” 

“The blast cartigized the wound, so I am not worried about any blood loss, I am just making sure it doesn’t get infected…as this or the supplies I’m given are exactly sterile-” he looked back to you and then cleared his throat, “You undercity people are very scary, you are aware of this?” 

  “You think I’m scary? Wait till Sev wakes up.” You scoff out a laugh, leaning back in the chair and then you tilt your head with a small sniffle that would never admit to be your attempt to keep the tears from your eyes. “Vitals though…stable?” 

   The man nodded to your words, “Heart Rate is a little slow, but I gave her meds for the pain and they can cause that, BP is good, she’s on room air…like I said, I’m just wanting to make sure it doesn’t get infected.” He cleared his throat after a moment, going to grab another bag of saline, “And you are to the Patient? I mean, HIPPA doesn’t exist here but I still-” 

   “Fuck-buddy.” You snip out, giving him a look, after all- that was just about all you could summarize your relationship. “Really friendly fuck-buddies.”  He looked utterly flabbergasted by your reply so you continued, “You don’t have those in topside? You Piltie’s too good for a ol fashioned good time?” You giggle to his stammering reply brushing off the words, “Anyway, when will she wake up?” 

     As if on cue the voice of the woman that had swallowed up your entire reality came through the someone silence of the room, “Hard to sleep with your yapping.” 

 To say you were on your feet within a second would be the understatement of the century, and you slowly approach the bed, trying to laugh the worry across your expression away, though that was a febrile attempt. “My bad, my bad, I’ll keep my trap shut.” You had seen Sevika hurt more times than you care to admit, and you were used to the grimacing look of pain she very often had on her face- though nothing quite compared to the look that was currently cursing your eyes. 

   She probably could probably see the way your eyes took in her state, the way your eyes never focused on one spot for too long and how your breathing was faster than her own, how you held your hands to your chest. “It doesn’t hurt.” She tried to comfort, though the grunt she gave as she tried to sit up did nothing but the opposite. 

 On instinct your hand carefully moves to her shoulders, touch ghostly against the bandaged one, “Let-lets not sit up, huh. Gotta get that fixed up so I can get ya a new arm, mm?” 

    Sevika stared at you for a moment, maybe the drugs were messing with her impulse control, “Smart and pretty. Gonna get me a new arm and then what, marry me?” 

   You blink and then look to the doctor, “What the fuck did you give her?” 

The doctor looked like he might just drop dead from a heart attack, “Just basic painkillers.” 

   “So she’s…high?” 

   She stared up at you for a long moment, sure, drugs could mess with her perception of things but she was still very much in control of what she said- somewhat, that’s what she liked to tell herself, plus- right now? She could say just about anything and face no repercussions for it, as- after all- she was just ‘high’. “You called me pretty.” 

 Sevika interjected in the conversation, “No, I’m not.”  

  You look back down at her, your frown ever so evident on your face, “You are, pretty girl. Very very high.” 

   “I did, didn’t I?” You say quietly, vision growing a bit blurry the longer you looked at her, carefully brushing your fingers across her face, taking in every last cut or burn that wasn’t there the last time you saw her, “I’m afraid I just happen to care about you enough to think you’re pretty.” 

  “Don’t cry,” her words were hushed, her hand coming to cover yours, “It’s not bad enough for you to cry, sunshine.”  

You sniffled up what you considered to be something unrelated to tears and you scrunched up your face in distaste, “You quite literally lost your arm, as-as your-...” You falter, “As someone who cares about you, I think I have a right to be a little worried.” 

   “You don’t have a title.” 

   “You’re right,” She said in reply, her eyes met yours as she moved her hand to the nape of your neck.  

“I….am?” That was first, normally once Sevika found a hill she liked she would die on it, figuratively and quite literally. After all she just lost her arm for a hill that was bound to crumble and swallow her whole eventually, though everyone else but her could see that. 

Huh? Oh. 

   Oh

“Yeah, I don’t and…and that’s okay, that-that's how you like it, baby,” You were trying to remind her, before she said something that not…high out of her mind version of Sevika would resent you later for, “That’s how you like it.”

   She grunts, “No it’s not.” 

“It is. You just can’t remember.” 

   “I remember just fine,” She said harshly, her eyes meeting yours, she almost seemed disgusted with your attempts to deny whatever affection she was trying to show, “And you’re my girl, you know that.” 

  “I do know that.” 

“And I-” 

   “And you’re my pretty lady, toughest one in all of the undercity- now cmon, you should rest, yeah? I got that…gotta get your arm ready for you.” You look to the doctor, “If I hear you so much as as poke her wrong-” 

   “My life is over, I will…I’ll die.” He interjected, eyes wide. 

“Atta boy.” 

⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓

“I don’t understand why it won’t go off.” Powder- or Jinx? Had grumbled from her spot beside your workbench. You weren’t sure which was the girl's name, so you had referred to calling her ‘kiddo’ seemed like an appropriate name, even though the girl was closer to fourteen. The girl was good with machines, as you noticed from your inordinate amount of time spent with Silco. 

    A moment passes before you stabilize the hextech core, a relatively new technology that you were still trying to grasp, and you pull away, lifting up your visor so look at the small device she was working on. With a small hum you motion for her to sit beside you and she did, setting the device in front of you, bright colors painted along it. Carefully you pick it up, spinning the circular device around and then you look at the girl, who had her head in her hands, watching you. 

    “Well, um, kiddo- what is it supposed to do?” 

“Go boom.” When she saw your unamused expression she spoke again, “Explode.” 

   “Ah.” You set the device down a bit further away from you, “What type of explosion are we talkin about? Cause i’ve seen the color bombs you put on Sev-” 

   Powder grins broadly at the mention, “I remember. Heard it scared the shit out of you.” 

“It wasn’t exactly fun to have bright neon pink all over the room-” You stop your words and clear your throat, “Wasn’t fun, kiddo. If you wanna play a prank gotta cue me in on it. Gonna give me a heart attack, kay?” 

   “Mmkay.” She chirps and then nudges the device back to you, “Fix it?”

 You frown as you take the device back, the thick gloves not doing you any favors, so you take one of them out and take off one of the shells of it, looking inside- it took about a millionth of a second to see what was wrong- but you had also been doing this for a while. So you hum, “Ya know I-” You were cut from your train of thought when you heard the door open, and you only gave a quick glance behind you before you knew who it was. “Actually, kiddo, it’s all you, you’re smart. Find what’s wrong and then tell me, and I’ll show you how to fix it.” 

   The girl groaned dramatically as you swung around on the bench, bending to where she saw everything upside down to see you walk towards Sevika, “Oh gross, I think this is much more interesting than your cripple girlfriend-uck!”

 You turned Sevika away from the girl before she had the chance to make some snip back, practically dragging her over to the other workbench. Once you thought you were a safe distance from Powder, at the very least where the girl wouldn’t have an easy time eavesdropping, you spoke. Crossing your arms over your chest as you look up at her, “I figure this isn’t a social call.” 

  Your words were  confirmed when she reached over to the prosthetic, which till that point was covered by a hood, the model that took you two months to build, and set it down on the counter. To that your eyes go between her and the now ruined piece of machinery, your mouth slightly agape. 

   “Ooooh Sevika broke your arrrrm, is she in the dog house? She’s so in the dog house.” Powder chipped from the banister above the workbench, how she got there, neither of you knew. 

   Sevika, for once, ignored the girl and looked back to you, “Have I mentioned I like the-whatever you changed about your hair? I like it.” 

   Your eyes slowly go to her, “I didn’t change my hair.” 

“You didn’t? Fuck.” 

    “It’s just down.” 

“It’s pretty down, very…pretty.” 

   “Uh-huh.” 

“It just stopped working.” 

    “Before or after you chose to beat someone’s skull in, like I told you not to do because I didn’t place the titanium there yet because the shipment wasn’t in? Did it stop working after you didn’t listen to me, Sevika? Cause yeah, I wouldn’t doubt it, because maybe- as the mechanic, the designer and everything else for this revolutionary piece of machinery, I know what I’m talking about.” 

   There was a silence as you looked at what you consider to be your girlfriend, though titles were never really discussed- hell you fought like an old married couple but everything else was like a newlywed. You cross your arms over your chest as she looks down at you, as if daring her to explain herself. 

   “Yeah it happened after that. Just fix it, sunshine.” She said after a moment, quickly pressing a kiss to the top of your head before she turned, “Come on, Jinx. Silco wants you.” 

   Powder dropped down onto the desk in front of you, looking up at you as if she was about to ask to stay but she then slid off of the metal and walked to catch up to Sevika, grabbing her satchel and running off into the darkness. 

    With a huff of a laugh you look back to the prosthetic, quickly taking out the load of shimmer that was perfectly placed in the chamber that took you longer than it should to place there and you carefully set it down. The shimmer was unfortunately a needed aspect for the functionality for the device, as without it the connection port and the device would be pressing against the remaining muscle, the nerves, and it would be…agonizing. As you had quickly realized after trying the first prototype. As the shimmer seemed to give the body the last level of adrenaline and…and it numbed it just enough so the pain wouldn’t be overwhelming. 

   It seemed that the shimmer was the only thing intact from the original prosthetic. And you weren’t sure how to feel about that. 

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

“You what?” Sevika almost laughed out when she heard you speaking, trying to take off her boots as she sat on your bed. Her small laugh died as she saw the seriousness in your stare and you adjusted the corset like top. 

    You look in your reflection, your skin lacking the liveliness it would gain from being in the sun, yet everything else looked just about right. In the right light and with the proper voice and accent you would go for an average citizen of Piltover.

“I am going up to Topside and I am going to get my supplies so I can fix your prosthetic.” You said as you slipped on the heels, listening to the small clicking noise as you took a few steps away to look at your overall outfit. A skirt that fell to your knees and the light green monochrome with the white accents. Your hair pinned up to a more….Topsider-esk style. 

    “Give me ten minutes.” 

  Once you were content you turned to face her, “Do I look like a Piltie? Do you wanna punch me?” You say with a small smile on your perfectly painted lips.  

Her eyes shamelessly undressed you mentally, and she grunts as she stands up, her hand delicately going to your cheek, “I have a better idea.”

  “I walked straight into that one-um no, I gotta go.” You stand on the tips of your toes to press a chaste kiss to her lips and then turn around to grab your bag, currently it was empty so it was remarkably light. 

“What?” You turn around to her. 

   “You’re not going alone.” 

“Uh, yes. I am.” 

   Sevika frowned at your snipped reply, “What if you get caught? The supplies you need aren’t legal. They’ll throw you in stillwater or…”

    “It’s not safe.”

“And Zaun is?” 

   You give a small laugh and move your hands to her cheeks, “Baby enforcers. They are dumb and they’re probably too scared to look at anyone wrong. 

   You frown, “I’ll be fine. I’ve done it a million times before- And…” a sigh escaped your lips as you slowly walked over to her, setting the bag back down, “You are the toughest lady in Zaun…and you look like it. Plus the Bootcamp enforcer whatever just finished so all new Enforcers on the ground, they don’t know a Zaunite from their ass.”  

Sevika looked flabbergasted by your words she blinked, “You just told me there are  more enforcers up there and you expect me to be comforted?” 

  She frowned as she looked down at you, “I’m still going with you.” 

“You will not. Because If i am not here and you are not here who is going to make sure Powder won’t blow up half of the lanes? She’s getting better at it, so….I wouldn’t put it past her.” When you tried to move away again you felt the charmed necklace that adorned your neck grow tighter, turning around and looking up at your girlfriend, “You’re gonna choke me.”  

“Normally you like it.”

You narrow your gaze, “Mm, are either of us naked? No? Then right now I don’t.” Your hands go to hers, trying to pry her grip from the gold chain, a silly prized possession- something you had stolen when you were little, but it was yours. “Oh my god you’re like a baby- let go.” 

   “One of-” 

    “You can’t make me.”

“What will it take then?” 

“Anything sexual and I will hit you.” 

   She faltered, a frown appearing on her lips, “A kiss.” 

Your expression softened, a small laugh coming from your lips to the somewhat muttered and disgruntled sounding request. You had to admit, sometimes she just had a kicked puppy look about her, something that when you first saw it you thought she was dying- turns out you are one of the only people to see it, “I can do that.” 

   It was silly how you had to adjust to reach her, because by no means were you a small person, you were well built and of average height. But there was always something that made you feel…small. Part of you hated it, the other adored it. Like most kisses shared, it was some level of perverted want and a dance between it and the actual affection trying to be shown. Her hand on the back of your head trying to keep you in place while you attempted to find the good breaking point. Failing at doing so. 

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

 With a small gasp you break the kiss, “You still,” A kiss interrupted your words but you pulled away again, eyes dilating at the sight of the dark red lipstick now smeared on her lips, “Can’t come with me.”

“Shut up.” She hissed back, pulled your hair just enough to make your mouth open from the stretcher before leaning over and devouring your lips. 

“You are a very pretty young lady.” You say with a small smile to the enforcer, who was probably only eleven years younger than yourself, handing over the forged identification. 

   “You are…” 

“Missus Mari Korvik.” You replied with the fake name, smiling with the lips that you had just replied the lipstick too as the last coat got aptly smeared away, and you hold Sevika’s arm, “This is my wife, Alexia- I apologize, she’s deaf, you know how that turf war in the southern sides are- oh, my girl fought for so long they finally discharged her after well-” You vaguely motion to her, who looked somewhat normal when you did her makeup and took off the prosthetic port; and you would not be lying if you said you very much enjoyed getting her dressed. 

  The enforcer clears her throat, the dark that probably should’ve been pulled back falling in front of her face, “And what was the cause for your visit to the undercity?” 

   You keep your smile and then you clear your throat, “Oh well, you know…spicing up the marriage. Been together for oh gosh, coming up fifteen years now? Things get dull and day time prices are so much better than-” 

   “Alright Missus and Missus Korvik, you are all signed in, have a wonderful day.” The girl aptly said, handing the small booklets back. 

  Works like a charm. 

After a polite goodbye you walk into the city, steps lively as you look at some of the vendors, eyes going to the jewelry stores and the high fashion. The crowd grew lively as you reached the heart of Piltover. Once there were no enforcers nearby Sevika leaned over to your ear, her words low, “You couldn’t have thought of any other cover?” 

  You hum as you walk to a vendor taking one of the baked goods and tossing him a fake coin in return, though he would never know it was. You break it in half and hold her a portion, “If you won’t marry me then Alexia will be married to Mari. Let a girl dream, Sev.” When she refuses to take the other side you hum and take a bite, looking around. 

    She grunts at that reply, and when you again offer the piece of bread to her, she takes it this next time, as she had a sneaking supposition that you wouldn't stop till she did,  “Where is this guy you’re suppose to meet?” 

   “Mm, the academy.” 

“What.” 

     You look at her and then give a small smile, “He’s a student or something. Super nice guy. I trade some of my blueprints for new hextech gadgets and stuff, the latest thing he unveiled is the small stabilizer thingy? He had his own version but ya know…perspective helps. So he gives me parts and stuff and I give him blueprints.” You shrug off the look she was giving you and you look back to her, “My meeting is at 4. So we have some time.”

      “Oh…lovely.” She grumbles.

Annnnd that is all i have thus far, I am unsure if it will be a series though if even one person asks for another part the chances are very high I will write it. And yeah! I would love some feedback! BYEEEE