#and then he broke down crying so hard that I offered to hold him and He Accepted.

[astrangergivingthestrangewelcome]

I'm gonna need a lot less "your feelings are valid" energy from you in this breakup and a lot more "actually aha sorry I don't want to dump you I was under a wizard's spell 5 seconds ago"

[celestialmatcha7]

fragmented | nam-gyu

pairing: nam-gyu x gn! reader

genre: angst with some fluff

summary: nam-gyu relapses into drug use, and when y/n finds him in a fragile state, they offer comfort and reassurance. y/n promises to help him through the struggle, reminding him he’s not alone in the fight.

author’s note: i love nam-gyu. i just wanted to contribute and provide something for my fellow nam-gyu admirers. this imagine takes place prior to the games.

The dim light of the apartment barely illuminated the chaos inside. Clothes were strewn everywhere, a chair overturned, and the faint, acrid smell of smoke lingered in the air. You had come straight from work after Nam-gyu hadn’t returned any of your texts or calls all day. A pit of worry had settled in your stomach, and now, as you opened the door to find him sitting in the corner of the room, trembling, that worry turned to a heavy ache in your chest.

His knees were drawn up to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, his head resting on top as if the weight of the world was too much to bear. His once-vibrant eyes were clouded, red-rimmed, and glassy. A crumpled packet lay nearby, damning evidence of the fight he had tried so hard to win but lost today.

“Nam-gyu…” Your voice was soft, cautious, not wanting to startle him.

His head snapped up anyway, his face crumpling the moment he saw you. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, voice hoarse, as though he’d been screaming or crying—or both. “I—I tried. I swear I tried.”

You immediately knelt in front of him, reaching out, but he flinched. The sight broke your heart into a thousand shards. “Hey, it’s okay,” you whispered, even though it wasn’t okay. Not for him, not for you. But right now, he didn’t need reminders of failure. He needed you to anchor him before he drifted further away.

“I promised you,” he said, voice cracking. His hands shook violently as he pressed them against his temples, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “I promised I’d stop. I just—I couldn’t. It hurts, Y/N. It hurts so much.”

You inched closer, carefully wrapping your arms around his hunched form. He stiffened at first, but then his body crumbled into yours, his face burying in the crook of your neck. His skin was clammy, his breaths erratic.

“I’m here,” you murmured, stroking his disheveled hair. “You’re not alone in this. I’ve got you, Nam-gyu.”

He clung to you as though you were his lifeline, sobs wracking his frame. “What’s wrong with me?” he mumbled against your shoulder. “Why can’t I just be normal for you?”

“Nam-gyu, listen to me.” You pulled back just enough to cup his face, forcing him to meet your gaze. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and the sight of his anguish nearly undid you, but you steadied your voice for his sake. “You’re not broken, and you don’t have to go through this alone. I’m here, and I’ll keep being here, okay? We’ll get through this together.”

He nodded shakily, though his eyes still brimmed with self-loathing. You pressed your forehead to his, letting the silence stretch between you. Your steady breaths guided his, slowing his erratic rhythm until he could breathe without gasping.

“I’ll call the counselor tomorrow,” you said gently, brushing a tear from his cheek. “We’ll get you back on track. One step at a time.”

Nam-gyu sniffled, his lips trembling. “You really don’t hate me?”

You gave him a small, tender smile. “I could never hate you. You’re fighting, Nam-gyu. Even when you stumble, you’re still fighting. That’s what matters.”

His arms tightened around you again, and for the first time in hours, a faint glimmer of hope flickered in his tired eyes. You stayed like that for a long time, holding him close, reminding him with every touch and every word that he wasn’t alone—that you’d always be there, even when the battle felt impossible.

[totallynotashieldagent]

Kinktober - Pain

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Reader

“Are you sure?” You asked, biting your lip. 

Logan nodded, his hands resting on your thighs as you sat on his abdomen. “I like it, honey…” He said slowly. “Always did.” 

It was a new thing. Well, for you it was new. But apparently, for him, he wasn’t. He’d played around with it and enjoyed it. But now, he wanted to do it with you. But you were… unsure. You didn’t want to hurt him. Which was ironic. Seeing as no matter what, he couldn’t be hurt. 

“We don’t have to.” He offered gently. 

“No!” You said too fast. “I mean- No- No, I- I want to make you feel good. I do. But I’ve never- What do I even-” 

“It’s okay.. I’ll guide you through it. Alright?” He assured you. “We’ll start as we do-” He pushed you down until your pussy was sitting pretty on his cock. You nodded and rocked your hips slowly, grinding against him but not taking him in. “Good girl-” The praise made you smile a bit. “And-” He leaned over and pulled out a small knife from his bedside drawer, handing it to you, “Go nuts with it.” 

“W-What?” You blinked, your rhythm faltering a bit as you looked at the sharp small blade. “Anywhere?”

“Anywhere. Anyway. As deep as you want.” Logan smirked, his hands resting on your hips again, guiding the movements slowly so you didn’t have to put in a lot of work. “Fuck, darlin’, you always feel so good-” 

You giggled, slightly toying with the knife as he moved you on his veiny dick. 

“Anything?” You asked again, just to be sure. He nodded a little too eagerly. 

“Everything else stays the same-” He added.

“So, I can…” The blade dragged across his chest and abdomen as you grinded against his cock slowly. Never cutting but just scratching his skin with the promise of what was to come. His breath broke a little but he wasn’t there yet. 

This was more than what you’d done. You’d clawed at his back. You’d bitten him until he bled. You’d even overstimulated him and pressed your foot against his balls until he fucking whimpered but a blade was new and it was starting to feel exciting. 

“Ready?” You bit your lip, a hand pressed down on his stomach to balance yourself, the other holding the blade tightly. Logan nodded, his eyes blown with excitement. 

It started small. A nic on his cheek. A cut on his neck. All the while grinding down against him. His breath was now coming in short puffs, his blunt nails were digging into your thighs as he tried to keep the momentum going. Because twice when he faltered, you gave him an x over his chest. He laughed- he fucking laughed that turned into a moan because he liked it so much. 

The praise that fell from his mouth made your cunt drip so much that there was a squelching sound as you moved over his thick cock. 

You’re doing so good- Yes, sweetheart, just like that. Fuck, that feels so good. You’re such a natural. Makin’ me feel so good- God, I can’t wait to fuck you right-

Logan just kept going. He was covered in fresh blood and healed skin as you moved. Your clit being brushed the right way as you whined his name softly. You knew you were starting to get close, but you wanted to focus on him, but it was starting to get harder. It just felt so- so- 

“Mh- Oh god- Logan-” You gasped, grinding harder, “I- I’m-” Accidentally, stabbing him in the ribs as you came with a soft cry. “Fuck! Sorry- Sor-” Your apologies died as his cum shot in thick ropes across his stomach, chest and chin, mixing with the blood. “Oh god-” You blinked in shock, laughing a moan, twisting the blade, making him moan, his eyes rolling back as his hips arched enough to make you bounce. 

“Fuck- Sweetheart-” He growled, his claws coming out, just about missing you. 

“Careful!!” You squeaked as he flipped you over, his cock hard again. 

“My turn, honey.” He laughed, his claws retracting, the blade still stuck in his ribs as he pushed his leaking dick into your needy pussy.

Kinktober 2024.

[gguk-n]

When Stars Align (Logan Sargeant x Reader)

Summary- In a world where soulmates exist. Some people are meant to meet each other no matter what happens. Logan's sad and confused about losing his Formula One seat until a woman enters his life.

Logan had had a looming fear ever since he started the 2024 season, he wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to hold onto his seat. He'd been doing his best. He'd been trying, so hard, yet it didn't seem enough.

In all of this, there was a girl, Y/N Y/L/N who had been trying very hard to get into contact with him. She managed an indycar team and with his brother who was in indycar, she was hell bent on having him for themselves. But Logan wasn't giving her the time of day.

But as the rumours got worse, Logan found himself wondering, maybe he should give Y/N a chance. At one of the Formula One races, Y/N was there. She tried to talk to Logan but he brushed her off. She wasn't going to give up this quickly she thought. If she gave up this quickly, how would she have come this far, this young.

Y/N had been keeping tabs at Williams, she had a friend, you could say; letting her know what's going on at Williams. She knew she would take such good care of Logan, she meant her team.

When Carlos Sainz Jr was announced as the driver for 2025, Y/N doubled down her efforts and she knew she would be able to crack him soon. She was almost stalking him at this point. "I thought you'd have some of your staff follow me" Logan turned to her as she sat drinking tea. "You gotta do things yourself if you want anything done right" she smiled at him. Logan sighed and left.

When Logan was dropped mid-season, she was the first person there. "I don't wanna talk about your stupid team" Logan sighed, exasperated. "Not here for that" she replied. "I'm sorry Logan" she said offering him water. Logan took a sip from the bottle. "Why are you here?" Logan asked. "To comfort you" she spoke softly and Logan broke down in sobs. He hadn't been this vulnerable with anyone. He wasn't sure why he was crying in front of a stranger who had been stalking him for months. Y/n sat there patting his back.

After that day, they started spending time together. Y/N didn't bring up Indy racing until she knew Logan was ready. They spent time doing things friends do, or maybe lovers do; the line between them had blurred a lot over time.

They were hanging out by a lake, Y/N was sat kicking ripples in the water while Logan swam towards her. "Y/N" he called out, getting her attention. She hummed back in response, bringing her attention to him. "When will you ask me to join you?" he asked, pulling himself out of the water. "When you want to" she replied. "What if I never do?" Logan asked. "Than, I'm happy with what we have" she paused, "Maybe even more" she mumbled the last part. Y/N had started falling for Logan, she didn't know what soulmates were or if he was her soulmate or not; but she was willing to do what it takes to make him fall for her. Right now, she felt like she was failing, honestly. "What if I wanted you?" he teased. Y/N's eyes widened. "You don't mean that" she muttered. "Y/N, I don't know when that happened but" he said, raising his hand to cup her cheek. "I like you." he whispered, as if the whole world could hear them. Y/N nuzzled her head into his palm, "What if I said I liked you back?" Y/N asked. Logan wasted not a second and pressed his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. They pulled away to rest their foreheads together, "If soulmates exist, I know you're the one" Y/N said. "From all the stalking?" Logan joked. She hit his chest while pouting. "Ouch" Logan feigned hurt. "Serves you right" she humphed. "I think you are the one too" Logan stated making her smile.

[amuseoffyre]

I’m emotionally ruined by the fact that Aziraphale hasn’t broken out of his heavenly conditioning. He still loves doing good. He gets happy when people tell him he’s an angel and says “it’s nice to tell people about the good things you’ve done now that I’m not reporting to Heaven”. He will literally put himself in harm’s way to make sure he does the Good and Right thing.

It can’t be understated how much Heaven’s influence still impacts on him. Aziraphale has been created, ordained and conditioned to believe it and he can’t just switch it off or walk away. Crowley didn’t get the choice. He was Fallen. He was kicked out and - as per the rules of toxic and terrifying cults - Aziraphale was always told for centuries and millennia, Falling was the worst thing that could happen. If you’re bad, you’ll be forced out. If you’re bad, you’re not one of Us. You’re one of Them.

When he did something he perceived as Right (ie. saving innocent children from death), but knew it wasn’t what Heaven intended, he broke down. Crowley found him a crying, shaking wreck afterwards because he was so convinced he was Evil. He was so convinced he was going to be dragged to Hell and that he was now a demon because he did one thing that saved some children but because it wasn’t a specific directive, it was Bad.

It shapes so much about him and it’s why the whole series looks like he’s having so much fun doing silly human things, but there’s this brittleness to it. He’s happy and excited and he’s doing his human-life things and having a lovely time, but he’s also constantly stressed because of the Need To Do Good. From the moment Gabriel turns up, he’s a nervous wreck and is trying to hide it by Doing Good, by Solving the Problem, by Fixing Things, by being so active and reactive rather than letting himself think about it. It’s a sign of exactly how frantic he is that he starts giving away his books and letting humans touch them.

Watch his face when the Archangels show up unexpectedly: that isn’t joy. That’s blind terror. He’s so afraid of doing the wrong thing in Heaven’s eyes, even though he made the active choice to do so because it was the Right thing to do. He’s a Guardian and he will protect, but he is so very afraid of the repercussions, even now. 

At the end of S1, Crowley said “they’re gearing up for the big one” so Aziraphale’s not oblivious. He knows a big one is coming. He knows something worse than the Antichrist will be on its way. And he’s trying so hard to pretend that everything is normal and fine and if he ignores all the looming bad stuff, it won’t happen. If we don’t say anything about it, nothing has to change.

But then the changes come knocking at his door holding a box and the choice is gone. He can keep trying to blinker himself to it, but then there are angels and demons in the bookshop and he’s had to use his halo and everything is falling apart.

So when he realises that he can get himself into a position where he can guarantee those repercussions won’t happen to Crowley? He will absolutely take it. He says himself “I don’t want to go back to Heaven”, but the instant the Metatron offers him a free pass for Crowley, to take Crowley out of both Heaven and Hell’s sightlines, to keep him safe (Another bee inside the hive, if you will), no wonder he grabs it with both hands.

The tragedy is that Crowley thinks that when they saved the world together, that was the end of Heaven’s influence in Aziraphale. When he was cast out the split between him and Heaven was sharp and clean. He doesn’t - he can’t - understand how deeply it has tangled around Aziraphale. It’s built into Aziraphale’s entire being and unravelling it isn’t that simple. Aziraphale’s trauma is a horrible, terrible Gordian knot and Crowley can’t understand that he couldn’t simply cut through it, because that’s just not how Aziraphale works.

[miiroki]

𝘿𝙖𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙚𝙣 & 𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧/𝙤𝙘

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯?

Warning: targcest, (niece and uncle) 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

one: ✶ two: ✶

It was in the wee mornings on a warm day that Prince Daemon Targaryen, Prince of the City, had been forced to partake in breaking fast with his family.

Consisting of his father Prince Baelon the Brave, his mother Alyssa Targaryen, his elder brother Prince Viserys, and his lady-wife, Aemma Arryn.

For a young prince of merely 16 name days old, Daemons world was small, and only consisted of his family, sword fighting, and Caraxes. His thoughts of marriage and husbandly duties were of no importance to him, and held no precedence in his mind.

Daemon walked the bustling halls of the Red Keep, his head held high as the servants, guards, and common men alike showed respect by bowing slightly to the young boy.

Reaching the dining room, he was welcomed with the smell of warm food, his mother calling out to him and patting the seat next to her.

Daemon quickly situated himself, readying his stomach for the food and quickly pounced on the meat pies across the table, slightly splashing Viserys’ beige tunic.

—

The day seemed to drag on for far to long. It was late into the afternoon that Daemon was made aware that he was now an uncle to two Targaryen babes.

The news had him running to the birthing chambers, where his brother and his wife sat, cooing at the whining twin girls.

Feeling awkward, Daemon stood rigid near the entrance of the large room.

“Brother, come. Would you like to see them” Viserys had hollered. If Daemon didn’t know any better he would have guessed that Viserys himself birthed the babes, he looked even more elated than Aemma did, which was hard to achieve.

Daemon shuffled quietly near the couple, and peered down at the babes. He couldn’t help but poke the cheek of the one in Viserys’ arms.

“Be gentle Daemon” Viserys somewhat scolded him.

Before Daemon could retreat his finger, the babe had grasped it with both her tiny hands, babbling quietly.

When Daemon broke free from her grasp, she started to wail, and wail she did. So he quickly extended his finger to satiate the crying newborn.

Viserys and Aemma let out a shared chuckle, before offering the babe for Daemon to hold.

“What if I drop it” He whispered.

“It is not an ‘it’ brother, her name will be Rhaella” Viserys stated while softly stroking the girls head, “and the youngest will be Rhaenyra”

Daemon reluctantly held the babe awkwardly in his arms, adjusting to fit to the curve of the squirming girl.

Once settled Rhaella quickly found comfort in her uncles arms, and fell asleep, chest slowly falling up and down. Daemon kept his eyes on her, and his gaze never faltered. He wasn’t much for babies and children, but he knew he’d adore his new niece.

Aemma giggled from her position of the bed, “Rhaella seems to be quite fond of her uncle already” she rocked the sleeping Rhaenyra calmly. “Let’s hope young Rhaenyra will feel the same way”

—

“Rhaella, come out!” A man’s voice had echoed in the gardens of the Red Keep, situated behind the throne room.

Daemon was now 1 and 20, while his darling niece was only a mere 5 name days old. She was currently playing with him by hiding in the palace bushes, that littered the gardens of the Red Keep.

“I’m coming to get you…” Daemon said tauntingly, knowing that Rhaella can hear him well thanks to her frenzied giggles, that bounced off the stone walls.

Daemon slowly stalked deeper into the garden, while his eyes followed a girl shaped shadow that darted from bush to bush.

He sighed and stopped in the middle of the grassy area, hands on his hips. “Where is that little girl? When I find her I'm going to gobble her up” he dramatically stated to himself, making sure he’s heard.

Rhaella had wanted to move to the bush to his far right but before she could leave her spot she was caught and lifted into the air.

“I got you now!” Daemon declared, lifting her by her arms and bringing her closer to his chest while he pretend to eat her dramatically like a dragon.

Rhaella’s giggles and laughter could be heard all throughout the halls of the Keep, as she flailed her arms and legs out, trying to escape the dragons grasp. “Not fair uncle” she whined, when Daemon finally settled her on his arms.

He grinned and laughed slightly, brushing parts of Rhaella’s hair away from her face. “Don’t you think your uncle is mighty and clever enough to find you wherever you are?”

Rhaella huffed and flopped into Daemons chest admitting defeat.

Daemon laughed louder as he held onto her tightly, bundling her up in his arms even as she giggled and squirmed.

[a-hazbin-reader]

HELLO HELLO I HAVE ANOTHER ONE BUT ITS A 2 IN 1????? ALASTOR AND READER REACTING AND HELPING ONE ANOTHER DURING A PANIC ATTACK??????? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

I GOTTA DO IT I JUST GOTTA-

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Panic attacks

Description: ☝️⬆️

SO-

It's really REALLY difficult to get Alastor to honestly open up to you about ANYTHING, even as his S/O

He will keep everything to himself, not out of any maliciousness but because he's not used to letting his guard down

Hides most of his fears behind his smile and quick wit

But you don't land The Radio Demon himself by not knowing him and his inner turmoil by not seeing the signs

You can see the cracks in his persona before even he can, knowing when he's about to break down

You try to talk to him about it beforehand, but he always brushes you off, telling you that he's fine

He tells himself that he's fine that everything is under control

It's always a little thing that sets him off, the last straw that broke the camel's back

Doesn't even realize that he's losing it until there's tiny tear pricks in the corners of his eyes and he's gripping his head so tight that he's hurt his scalp

Just repeats to himself that everything is fine, everything is okay, he's got everything under control

Breaks your heart when you see his painfully tight smile and watery eyes, shaking like a leaf

"Alastor..? Oh honey..."

Flinches when you place a gentle hand on his back, surprised that you snuck up on him

Tries to lie to you, bottle his emotions back up and may even try to seduce/fluster you depending on how frazzled he is

But you see through it, you always see through him

"Hey no...it's okay to be upset..."

Reluctantly leans on you, letting you hug his head to your chest until his hyperventilating stops and he's soothed by your heartbeat

Will put all of his strength into not letting himself cry, digging his claws into you as he grips you tight

His shaking finally stops once he relaxes into your hold, accepting your comfort

Don't make him explain himself, just help him ride it out until he can be himself again

When you two pull away he'll try to go on as if nothing had happened, springing up with renewed energy

Please don't comment on what happened, he's already embarrassed

"Alastor, come talk to me next time...okay..?"

"...I appreciate the offer, my dear."

That's the most you'll get out of him but he does start listening to you when you tell him to take care of himself

If anybody tries to pry into it then he'll just try to scare them off or redirect their attention

It's hard being so evil

You on the otherhand-

Whether you follow your own advice or not, everyone has a panic every once in a while, it's natural

It sneaks up on you and hits you like a tidal wave when it does happen, you hardly register your body crumpling to the floor

You feel so sick-even the air tastes bad

You can't breathe-where is the air???

Your body is white hot and ice cold all at the same time and your thoughts keep racing and-

You're in someone's lap suddenly, curled into their chest as sharp hand soothing the back of your neck

Your mind is so fuzzy from panic that you can't even recognize who it is, only instinctively leaning into their scent

"Y/N, whatever has you so upset, I promise we can face it together..."

Alastor-

He lets you throw your arms around his neck and bury your face into his shoulder, only holding you tighter in response

Pretends that this is just a normal conversation the entire time, talking endlessly about his day and what he did

Somehow it works and you find yourself calming down, becoming invested in his story

Before you know it, you're laughing at something Alastor said Niffty did and you've forgotten that you were ever even having a panic attack

Alastor doesn't let you go even when you move to get off his lap, unwilling to part with you after seeing you so vulnerable

"Let's just take a little time to be with each other, shall we?"

If you want to talk about it then he'll listen while keeping his lips pressed to your temple, giving you reassuring squeezes

If you don't want to talk about it then that's fine, he's not going to force you or even bring it up again

Either way, the moment you two part ways then he's back to his witty, snarky self and he expects you to be yourself too

If anybody asks, he'll just lie and say you two were playing twister

Charlie two years later: They weren't playing twister...

It's a horrible lie but he doesn't care, he dares them to question him and his precious S/O

I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!! I wanted it to be soft 😭

[2amriize]

˚⟡˖ when you beg them to not break up with you - RIIZE

ᡣ𐭩 masterlist genre angst pairing bf!riize x reader

ᯓ★ SHOTARO

From the moment you started dating Shotaro, you knew his family didn’t approve of your relationship. Neither of you understood exactly why, but you knew this was the main reason Shotaro had shown up at your house unannounced to tell you he wanted to break up. At first, you couldn’t believe it, but as you thought about how distant he had been since spending time with his family the past week, it started to make more sense. You had been asking him for over an hour for a proper explanation, but all he could say was that it was something he had to do.

“Are you serious, Shotaro? Is this really what you want?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“You know it’s not what I want, but I have to do this…”

You had been holding back tears the entire time, not wanting to cry in front of him, but at that moment, you couldn’t help it. You broke down, covering your face with your hands. Shotaro gently placed a hand on your back, rubbing it softly in silence. After a few minutes, when you had calmed down, you looked up at him and grabbed his hand.

“We don’t have to do this, Shotaro… Please don’t leave me over this. I’ll try harder to win your family over, okay?” you pleaded, your voice full of desperation. Shotaro sighed softly, looking concerned.

“I don’t know, y/n… I guess we can try.”

ᯓ★ EUNSEOK

You always knew Eunseok was a bit jealous, but he rarely showed it during your relationship. If he ever hinted at jealousy, it was usually in a joking way—except this time.

There was a particular friend of yours that Eunseok always complained about, saying he was too close to you and constantly watching you. You always told him that this guy was just a friend because that’s how you saw him. However, when Eunseok saw this friend standing too close to you at a party, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or something else, but Eunseok grabbed your wrist firmly and pulled you out of the party, telling you right then and there that he wanted to break up. You couldn’t understand what was happening.

“What are you saying, Eunseok? You’re not serious…” you said in disbelief.

“Yes, y/n, we’re done. Now you can be with your friend freely,” he muttered, turning to leave, but you quickly grabbed his hand.

“Eunseok, please, you don’t have to do this. Don’t leave me, I can stop talking to him if that’s what bothers you, but I can’t be without you… please,” you begged.

ᯓ★ SUNGCHAN

Sungchan had been acting strange over the last few days. Nothing had happened between you two—actually, everything had been perfect the last time you saw each other. But for some reason, he had become distant, taking longer to respond to your texts, and when he did, his replies were short and cold. Not understanding what was wrong, you decided to go to his house to talk to him face to face. You didn’t expect the reason for his behavior to be that he was thinking about breaking up, which hit you hard. Your eyes filled with tears as you begged him for an explanation, but Sungchan couldn’t even look at you.

“But… Sungchan, everything’s been fine between us, why…?” you asked, voice shaking.

“I just feel like we should break up, y/n… I don’t think I’m good enough for you,” he said quietly.

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. Not good enough for you? He knew how happy you were with him, so why would he think that? Searching for his gaze, you placed your hands on his cheeks, making him look at you.

“Sungchan, you’re perfect for me, and you know it. Please, don’t leave me… I can’t even imagine my life without you right now. Please, think this over,” you pleaded, tears falling.

ᯓ★ WONBIN

You had been with Wonbin since the very beginning of his dancing journey. You loved watching him dance, unable to take your eyes off him whenever he showed you a new routine he had learned. That’s why, when he got offered a job as a dancer in a show, you were so happy for him. Neither of you expected him to get this far so soon. But the joy quickly turned into something darker when you found out he would have to move to another city.

Initially, it shocked you, but you thought you could handle a long-distance relationship, especially since you could still see each other on weekends. However, Wonbin didn’t feel the same way. You couldn’t stop trembling when Wonbin said the words:

“I think we should break up.”

You knew his reasoning was because of the distance. You understood how anxious and stressed he was about moving, but you couldn’t comprehend how he could come to this conclusion. You couldn’t imagine being apart from him. Tears streaming down your face, you looked at Wonbin, who was avoiding your gaze, trying not to cry himself.

“Wonbin, please… Don’t say that. You know we can make this work, we can try. But please, don’t leave me, I can’t even bear the thought of it… please…” you cried.

ᯓ★ SEUNGHAN

You had been with Seunghan for so long that you sometimes lost track of how many years you’d been together. You had seen each other grow up, witnessed each other’s achievements and failures. You’d been there for each other through the highs and the lows. You always thought your relationship with Seunghan would last forever because it felt perfect. One night, while reminiscing about the early days of your relationship, something you often did, Seunghan said something you never expected to hear.

“I feel like our relationship is stuck… and sometimes… I think about ending it. Don’t you feel the same?”

You froze, staring at him. Had you heard him correctly? Did Seunghan just say he wanted to break up? Tears filled your eyes and streamed down your cheeks as Seunghan remained silent, not saying anything more, but also not trying to comfort you. Once you managed to calm your sobbing, you spoke.

“Seunghan, we’ve been through so much together… And yes, sometimes it feels like we’re not moving forward, but please, don’t leave me. I can’t imagine my life without you. We can try new things, do anything to change things, but please, don’t abandon me… not after all this time.”

ᯓ★ SOHEE

You hadn’t been dating Sohee for long, just a little over a month. You thought things might be awkward at first since you had been friends for so long before dating, but you had been adjusting well. You loved the closeness and intimacy you were developing in such a short time. But apparently, Sohee didn’t feel the same way. While cuddling on the couch watching a movie, Sohee let slip a thought.

“Do you think our relationship was better when we were just friends?”

You laughed a little, thinking he was joking, but when you looked at him, you realized he was serious. How could he say that in this moment? The fact that he had been thinking about this for days broke your heart. While you thought everything was going well, Sohee had been considering breaking up and going back to being just friends.

“Sohee, I think I’m much happier being your girlfriend, much happier. Sure, we had fun as friends, but I love you, Sohee… and hearing that hurts. Please don’t leave me… I swear we can make this work, please…”

ᯓ★ ANTON

The day before, you had one of the best days with Anton. You spent the whole day together, going from place to place, eating at your favorite restaurant. That’s why, when he said he “needed time” and thought you should break up, you were confused. It was morning, you had just woken up after spending the night together, and during breakfast, that’s when he dropped the news.

“Anton, did I do something wrong?” you asked, voice trembling.

“No, you didn’t do anything… I just need some time to…”

“Then I don’t understand,” you interrupted him, feeling the lump forming in your throat.

Not only did his words hurt, but the calmness with which he said them hurt even more. It felt like he had been thinking about this for a while. But if he had been thinking this way for so long, why did he act so normal yesterday? None of it made sense to you, and the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to cry. You reached across the table, grabbing his hand tightly, looking at him with tear-filled eyes.

“Anton, please… I’m begging you. Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone. I can give you a few days to think if you need, but I need you, I need you by my side, please… just don’t leave me.”

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it's okay, tony stark

pairing: tony stark x teen!reader

synopsis: you get dusted after thanos' snap

genre: angst

word count: 0.9k

author's note: did i cry while writing this? yes i did

⠀⠀��⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ THE WORLD HAD NEVER felt so quiet.

It was a strange, suffocating silence that pressed down on Tony Stark as the battlefield stretched out before him, reduced to rubble, ash, and despair. The wind carried nothing but dust, and in that dust, he could see the remnants of everyone he had fought so hard to save.

He stood there, frozen, as Peter crumbled in his arms.

"Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good," Peter had whispered, fear etched into every syllable. Tony had held him tighter, hoping to keep him here, hoping that somehow, this wasn’t real. But Peter’s body had turned to dust in his hands, slipping away, just like everything else in Tony’s life.

Now, Tony was left holding nothing, his mind still screaming, No, not him. Not Peter.

But it wasn’t just Peter.

From the corner of his eye, Tony saw you—stumbling, your legs shaky, like the very earth beneath you had begun to give way. His heart clenched, a sickening panic rising in his chest.

"Kid," Tony rasped, rushing to you. He dropped to his knees just in time to catch you before you fell. His hands clutched your arms, and then pulled you into his chest, holding you close. "No, not you too. Not you. Please."

You were his family, the one he'd found when the world had been just as dark as it felt now. He remembered that day so clearly—stumbling upon a Hydra base, expecting only weapons or enemies, but finding you. A scared seven-year-old, huddled inside a small cabinet, shaking uncontrollably, clutching a teddy bear that was too worn to offer any comfort. You had flinched when he tried to reach for you, pushing yourself deeper into that small space, as if the shadows could protect you.

"It's okay," he had whispered back then, voice gentle, soft, as if speaking too loudly would break you. It had taken time—God, so much time—but you'd eventually come out, and Tony had made a silent promise. He would protect you, no matter what.

But now, he was failing. Again.

Tony felt your body tremble against him as you fought to stay, to hold on. But you couldn't. He saw it in your eyes, the same way he'd seen it in Peter's just moments before. He couldn't lose you. Not you. Not the kid he raised, mentored, cared for more than he ever let on.

You looked up at him, your face pale, your breaths shaky, and tears welled up in your eyes—tears that you were desperately trying to hold back. Tony knew you didn’t want him to see you break. You didn’t want him to see the fear, because if you broke, then Tony would break too. And he couldn’t. He couldn’t lose you. Not like this.

You offered him a small, fragile smile. A smile meant to comfort him, even though you were the one slipping away. "It's gonna be okay," you whispered, your voice barely a breath. "You’ll find a way... I know you will."

Tony shook his head, his voice cracking as he mumbled, "No, no, no, don't... don't do this." He held you tighter, like somehow holding on would keep you here. "You're gonna be fine. I’ll fix this. I’ll fix everything, just—please." His voice broke into sobs that he couldn’t control.

You lifted a trembling hand to his cheek, wiping away a tear. Your smile faltered, but it didn’t fall. "Tony... it’s okay," you whispered.

You reached up, your hand shaking, and touched his face. Tony’s breath caught in his throat as he felt the warmth of your skin, the way your fingers trembled as if even that small movement was too much.

Tony shook his head violently, his throat burning as he held back the sobs that threatened to tear out of him. "No, don’t... don’t say that. You’re gonna be fine, you hear me? You have to be fine."

But even as he said it, he felt you slipping away. The trembling in your body started to ease, but not because you were calming down. It was because you were fading.

The tears welled in your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall. You didn’t want to cry. You didn’t want to make this harder for him. But Tony could see the truth—you were scared. You didn’t want to die.

You took one last shaky breath, your hand dropping from his face as your body began to dissolve, turning into dust that slipped through Tony’s fingers.

"Please," Tony begged, his voice raw, broken. "Please, don’t go."

But it was too late. You were already gone.

Tony knelt there, in the ruins of the world, staring at the empty space where you had been just moments before. His mind was spinning, his heart torn apart by the loss. First Peter. Now you. The two kids who had given him hope, the ones he’d sworn to protect, were gone. And he had failed.

He pressed his hands to the ground where you had been, his body shaking uncontrollably. The battlefield was quiet again, but this time it was unbearable. It was the silence of everything he had lost, everything he could never fix.

Tony could still hear your voice in his head, the last words you had spoken to him echoing in the hollow space of his heart.

"It’s okay."

But it wasn’t. None of this was okay. You were gone, and he couldn't protect you. He couldn’t stop this, and now you—his kid—were nothing but ash scattered in the wind. The weight of it all—the failures, the loss, the utter powerlessness—was crushing.

Tony buried his face in his hands, shaking uncontrollably. The tears wouldn’t stop, not now. Not when the one person who trusted him, believed in him, was gone.

All those years ago, you had been a broken, terrified child hiding in a cabinet, and Tony had promised to keep you safe. He had failed.

And this time, there was no fixing it.

[penkura]

last forever [1/13]

Summary: Zoro only offered to marry you to keep you out of an arranged marriage with a man much older than you. You agreed with the caveat of ending it via annulment once you received word from your parents regarding the original engagement, despite your growing feelings for your close friend.

Pairing: Zoro x Fem!reader, mentioned Sanami later (like epilogue later so chill)

Warnings: Marriage of Convenience, Fake Marriage, referenced sex (waaaaaay later on), mutual pining, Zoro is bad at feelings but what's new there, eventual romance I promise, mention of past attempted assault (I'll warn in that chapter), creepy older dude later on

Notes: Hello, this is a fanfic I've been working on for a few months now. I'm still not done, but I figured I would go ahead and start posting it here as a cross post with Quotev and AO3. Sometimes I find this, Zoro and the story, hard to write, but I'm trying. This will NOT be a one-to-one rehashing of the arcs but will have more focus on Zoro and Reader's relationship as it progresses. The first two chapters are written in past tense, everything afterward is present tense, sorry about that. I've been having more fun writing present tense instead of past tense. I have the first three chapters completed, I'm still working on chapter four, but hope to have it done for Monday, and I intend to update mostly on Mondays for this one. Zoro and Reader call each other husband and wife at times, it's in italics on purpose. Hope you enjoy this one.

[Ch. 2]

Never did you think or imagine your wedding day would be like this. In a courthouse in a backwoods town with no real witnesses, to someone you'd only known for about a year and a half now. This wasn't even out of love for him, he'd only agreed to prevent you from being legally forced into marriage with a man several years older than you who had two other wives already.

No, you and Roronoa Zoro weren't in love, but he was trying to help you out so you didn't end up in a bad situation or with bodyguards chasing you down to force you back to your home village. When you had told him the story, he was honestly disgusted hearing how your family was treating you like an object to be sold, instead of as your own person. The whole reason you'd run away from home was to avoid this, but a letter brought to you by your family's personal carrier bird a few weeks ago changed that. As soon as you turned eighteen, if you weren't married or engaged to someone else, you'd be forced into marrying the creep that agreed to this when you were just fifteen. While you broke down in tears out of fear, Zoro told you he'd marry you to keep you from being taken back home. You told him he didn't have to, but he brought up that after your family heard, if they dropped the arranged marriage, you could get an annulment and it would be like this marriage never happened. You'd be free from your family and the creep, still able to travel and live your own life.

You were so grateful you couldn't stop crying and thanked him numerous times, never once telling him you hoped you'd never have to get an annulment with him. Your feelings for him were still new, he was a year older than you, but he'd protected you well in the time you knew each other. Of course, you could hold your own as a swordswoman yourself, but Zoro always tried to leave the recon to you while he took out your bounty targets.

So, a week after you turned eighteen, once you reached a small town with a courthouse, you both immediately went there to get this sham of a marriage completed. The clerk looked you both over several times, asking your ages and you lied, claiming you were both twenty-one when she said you'd need parental approval if you were younger than twenty. She didn't ask for proof, instead mumbling something to herself about how it seemed people were getting married younger and younger every year. No more questions about witnesses, parental approval, or identification to prove your ages, the older woman just filled out the paperwork and had you two sign it for processing.

While it was being processed, she sent you to the other side of the room to sit and wait.

"Thank you."

Zoro just shrugged, wishing the old bat would hurry it up so you could find a hotel and get a room so he could go to sleep. "You don't have to keep thanking me."

Nodding, you bit your lip. It was weird to think you'd legally be husband and wife, despite not being in love with each other, but part of you hoped that maybe over time Zoro would come to love you, and you him, so you'd be a few steps ahead of the curve.

The clerk called you both back over a few minutes later, stamping the papers in her hands and pulling a few more. "You're legally married now, congratulations. I've given you an extra copy since you requested it, and here's an annulment form if you've decided you made a mistake. You have six months to fill out and submit it, at any courthouse, otherwise you'll have to get a divorce."

You nodded and thanked the old woman, who told you two to be careful as you both left. You weren't entirely sure why, but if Zoro knew, he kept his mouth shut about it. Once you left, Zoro started looking for a place to stay while you found somewhere you could have dinner. Neither of you planned to stay in this town for more than a night, so you weren't worried about cashing in any bounties that day.

After finding a place to eat, you stayed nearby while you wrote a brief letter to your family and sent it to them, with your marriage certificate, by your family carrier bird. You really just hoped and prayed that they would accept this information and not still demand you return home, whether they wanted to meet Zoro because they believed your letter, or they wanted you to annul the marriage immediately to marry the creep that agreed to it first. Either way, you had no plans to follow their demands or return home.

You and Zoro didn't meet up until it was about dinner time, not a word about your marriage being spoken but your plans to leave the next morning and head to the next town were the main subject. You split off again after dinner, Zoro giving you the second key to your hotel room while he took a walk, in case you wanted to go and shower or go on to bed. You did so, taking a long shower to keep yourself distracted before choosing one of the two beds as yours for the night, laying face down with your face in the pillow. By the time Zoro did return, you were nearly asleep until he woke you when he opened the door.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine…I wasn't sleeping yet."

You weren't sure if it was just you, but things felt awkward with Zoro now. It probably was just you, because he went to bed like nothing was different, telling you that he wanted to leave as soon as possible in the morning. Shells Town was the next destination for the two of you, since a Marine base was there you figured new bounty posters would be available.

You spent the night half awake, unsure of what you were feeling anymore, but you knew one thing.

It was definitely not the kind of wedding day you ever expected to have.

+!+

What do I do, what do I do??

Pacing around the Marine fortress, you didn't know if you should even try to break in and free Zoro or just wait for the month he agreed on with Helmeppo to be up. All of this because he protected a little girl from the brat's dogs and punched him in the face, the spoiled boy using it as an excuse to bring Zoro in like a criminal, and you just weren't sure what you should do. He'd told you not to interfere and when Helmeppo tried to include you in it, you were surprised Zoro threatened him further and said you had no part in the matter.

Stopping, you sighed and crouched, holding your head in your hands and whining. "What do I do…?"

"Hey, you okay??"

The voice above you sounded kind, and you looked up to see a boy with a straw hat and a scarf under his left eye, with another young boy who had pink hair and glasses. Both looked concerned, wondering why you looked like you were fighting a headache outside of the Marine fortress.

"I'm fine…"

"You sure?" The boy in the hat grinned at you, wanting to really make sure you were fine, getting eye level with you while the other boy looked nervously around. "You don't look fine!"

"Luffy!"

You laughed, sighing a bit and standing up, the boy called Luffy following suit. "Yeah, I'm…I'm sure. My friend just…the Marines got him, I'm not sure what to do."

Luffy and the other boy, Koby you learned, both questioned you until you revealed it was Zoro that was your friend, causing Luffy to get excited as he climbed the wall to look into the yard, while Koby was even more nervous than before. He couldn't even believe that you were friends with the notorious pirate hunter Zoro, let alone traveling with him.

"Hey so that's him??"

Koby climbed up with Luffy and nearly fainted, almost falling off the wall when he saw Zoro. You were so focused on the two boys you didn't notice the little girl, Rika, climbing in and over the wall with rice balls in hand. You could hear her offering them to Zoro despite him telling her to scram, before Helmeppo showed up and had her thrown back over the wall, Luffy catching her and surprising you.

"Hey, I'll take her back to her mom's place!"

Luffy nodded and gave Rika to you, letting you run off with her. You got Rika back to her mother's restaurant, making sure she was alright when Luffy and Koby arrived. Luffy told Rika that Zoro actually ate the rice balls Helmeppo ruined, which didn't really surprise you. He had a soft spot for kids, you'd noticed over time, and always tried to help them if he could.

When Helmeppo came back around and started bragging that he was going to have Zoro executed in a few days, Luffy did the same thing and punched him in the face. The three of you ran off, Luffy jumping over the wall to tell Zoro that if he helped him out, he had to join his pirate crew, but Zoro didn't get a chance to fully agree or deny before Luffy ran off to the fortress to find his swords. Koby and you attempted to untie Zoro, but he was arguing against this due to the deal he made with Helmeppo.

"Come on, I only have to last a couple weeks more!"

"He's not gonna let you go! He's gonna have you executed tomorrow!"

"What?!"

Zoro looked at you, wondering if you had heard that or if Koby was lying to him, even though the younger boy had no reason to lie to him.

"I heard every word, that's exactly what he said."

The Marines, including Axe-Hand Morgan, came after the three of you and attempted to fire at you and Koby, but you knew how to use your sword well enough to block them from hitting Koby or you with their bullets.

Luffy returned finally, blocking another set of bullets about to hit the three of you, showing off his rubber powers which actually kind of freaked you out. Zoro, finally having his three swords back, was able to get free and stop the Marines from attacking all of you any further, calling Luffy Captain after agreeing to join his pirate crew. Another shock for you, one that you'd have to deal with later on.

Luffy was the one to beat Morgan, the other Marines all cheering once they realized they were free from the tyrant's reign.

The whole thing made you smile, glad things had worked out, even as Zoro nearly passed out from hunger, making you laugh and shake your head.

"You're so lame sometimes, husband."

+!+

"So why'd you call him husband earlier??"

Face turning red, you looked at Zoro who sat next to you in Luffy's small boat that just barely comfortably held the three of you. Your husband was fast asleep, arms behind his head, but you waved your hand in front of his face to make doubly sure he was asleep, before hearing a light snore come from him.

Scooting across the boat, you sat right next to Luffy who gave you a confused smile.

"Look, Luffy…you can't tell anyone else you recruit."

"Huh?"

You were trying to keep your voice down so Zoro didn't wake, but Luffy acted like he couldn't even hear you.

"Zoro and I are married."

"You're WH–"

You threw your hands over his mouth, looking over to Zoro barely moving, but still fast asleep. You'd quieted Luffy just in time so he didn't wake your swordsman.

"We're married, but it's only because he's helping me with something. We're not in love, we're not a couple. It's…a marriage of convenience okay?"

Luffy nodded, like he understood everything you just told him. He didn't really, but he at least understood you and Zoro weren't in love, just married.

Weird, but he thought he got it.

"Please, don't tell anyone. I'm waiting to hear from my family before we annul the marriage."

That part confused him, but Luffy decided to agree and promised he wouldn't tell anyone, he didn't question you further. He thought you and Zoro were close, he wouldn't have been that surprised if you said you two were in love and together, but if you said you weren't, that this was just a friend helping another friend, he'd believe you.

That, and as soon as his stomach started growling he forgot anything else he wanted to ask.

"Do you have any food, Luffy?"

"Nope!" Luffy grinned and your face paled, looking at Zoro who just snored again and you had a feeling of dread.

"Oh lord what have we done?"

[norizzsainz]

🌶️ NFY : MCDONALD'S FOR P

[ carlos sainz x singer!fem!reader ] [ wc ] 0.9k words

[ summary ] carlos' and y/n's breakup comes as a surprise to many of their friends. no one ever thought the couple would ever break up, but alas, y/n was always ready to do whatever was best for the love of her life — even if it meant breaking up with him.

[ loki's lines ] this was so much better in my head, contemplating if it should've just stayed there

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━━━━━━━ DECEMBER 03, 2023

max would've burst into laughter on any other day when he saw the way you had arrived at his doorstep.

you wore a hoodie; the strings tightly tied until only your eyes could be seen.

he offered a small smile as your eyes met; brows raised when you lifted a bag to his face.

“mcdonald's for p,” you mumbled. “got you and kelly some food, too.”

max tried not to let his smile fall as he heard your voice, the hoarse tone letting him know you had a really bad cry session — or even multiple of them.

“come on in,” he stated, nodding you inside as he stepped aside after taking the bags from you. “thanks for the food. p will love you forever.”

you only let out a tired chuckle at his words, not adding anything more. max frowned at your lack of response, realizing something was really wrong with you.

you loved p more than anything, and the fact you didn’t say much about max’s words were enough of an indicator as to how bad the situation was.

“aw, babes.” kelly walked towards you with a frown. “what are you trying to do? suffocate yourself?”

“honestly, right now, i'd love that,” you commented with a sigh, wincing as kelly untied the hoodie. “thanks, kels.”

the frown on kelly's face didn't fade; her brows furrowed as she sat you down on the sofa. she observed you well, her gaze softening as she met your bloodshot eyes.

“this isn't like you, y/n. what's wrong?”

max's heart shattered as he watched the way your face scrunched, trying to hold back the inevitable tears that made their way down your face.

you covered your face with your hands, crying harder when kelly pulled you into her embrace, trying to offer any sort of comfort.

“y/n ...” max stood next to you, patting your hair gently as his girlfriend rubbed your back. “tell us what's wrong so we can help.”

“h-he said we had t-to break up.” max frowned, exchanging glances with kelly as you hiccupped over your words.

“carlos? was it his idea to break up?” kelly inquired, confused.

you pulled away from the hug, meeting her gaze. “not carlos.” you shook your head, wiping away your tears with your sleeve.

max tilted his head. “who was it, then?” he asked, waiting for your response.

“his dad. he said we had to break up.”

the couple’s eyes widened, never having guessed your ex-boyfriend’s father would’ve intervened in the relationship and forced you to break up with him.

“what? why the fuck would he do that?”

max sat on the coffee table in front of the sofa you sat on, fisting his hands by his side as he looked at you. 

the man’s frown never faded, staring at you. “why did he tell you to break up with carlos?” he asked, teeth gritted to control his anger.

“he said i was messing up carlos’ focus,” you mumbled, looking at your feet. “told me to break up with him if i genuinely care about his career.”

“so, you broke up with him?!” max raised his voice, flabbergasted by your words. “what the fuck, y/n? why would you do something like that?”

“because i love him, max.” the couple’s hearts shattered as they heard the crack in your voice. “i broke up because i love him.”

“you can’t be serious, y/n.”

“i hate this more than anything, but i’ll have to deal with it. i know how hard carlos has worked to come this far, and i can’t just sit still, knowing i’m the reason he’s fucking up his dream.”

max frowned, shaking his head. “just because he fucks up his races doesn’t mean you are the reason for it, y/n,” he stated, trying to make you understand.

“i am, max. i know that very well.”

“come on, you know–”

“five times, max,” you countered, looking at him. “five times, carlos purposefully did not qualify for the races because he wanted to be there for me,” you confessed.

you watched the way kelly’s face dropped, while max’s expressions remained stoic.

he had noticed too. he knew.

you saw him take a deep breath, biting his lip as he contemplated what to say.

“so, do you think his performance will become better now that you’ve broken up?” max inquired, raising his brows. “because if he doesn't, then this would all be in vain, no?”

“this is what his dad asked for, and i–”

max shrugged. “you are just fulfilling his wishes, obviously. this ‘fucking up his focus’ was just a sad excuse,” he said.

“his dad never liked you, babes,” kelly spoke, patting your back gently. “don't you think this entire thing was just some excuse to get you guys to break up?”

you buried your face in your hands, trying to control your breathing as you sat back on the sofa. everything was overwhelming you right now, and it was sending your brain into overdrive.

these were the moments when carlos would be there for you; listening to your thoughts and sorting them out for you.

but, he wasn't going to be there for you anymore. you had to deal with this on your own.

“whether it's an excuse or not,” you stated, looking at your friends through your teary eyes. “we've broken up now.”

“and that's–”

“and that's that.” you were stern with your words. “i'm tired of all this. i just want some peace and quiet, okay? just wanna forget about this all and go back to living life as i normally do.”

kelly nodded supportively. “if that's what you want, that's what we'll do,” she said, pulling you into her embrace.

“we got your back, y/n,” max added, wrapping his arms around you two. “forever and always.”

you smiled into the hug, utterly failing to keep the tears from falling down.

“thank you for being there for me, guys. i love you both so fucking much.”

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Maybe you shouldn’t have pressed his buttons so hard… Pairing: brother’s best friend!Yunho x fem!reader Genre: smut Tropes: brother’s best friend au Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, some crying  Smut Warnings: hate sex, choking, degradation, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, sub-dropping Word Count: 1,408 Note: we’ve reached the end of Arousal August! I hope you’ve all enjoyed this <3 thank you again to the amazing @mejuii for beta/proofing this!!

Your relationship with Yunho has always been, we’ll say, strained. You can’t stand him despite him being your brother’s best friend and roommate. Something about his stupidly handsome face makes you want to scream. You had come over to their shared apartment with the understanding that Mingi would be there. He had told you he didn’t have anything to do today and that you would have your weekly sibling date today. Yet here you are with no Mingi on the premise. You can hear Yunho in his room doing who knows what. Weighing your options, you end up walking down the short hallway toward his room. You don’t even bother knocking on the doorframe when you get there. Taking one rather nasty look at Yunho, you sigh before speaking.

“Where’s Mingi?” you ask with a sharp tone.

“Hell, if I know. He’s not here, so you can see yourself out. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” he hisses, not looking up from his laptop.

“Very funny, Yunho. I know you know where he is.” You bite back.

“You’re so fucking nosey. Why don’t you just fucking leave?”

You dare to step into his room and give him a glare from where you were standing. You’re challenging him. He never does anything when Mingi’s around. Now that his best friend isn’t, you want to see if he will. With a smirk plastered on your lips, you walk further into the room and right over to his bookshelf.

“You read some shit books.” You state, running your finger along the spines of the books, “If you want something good to read, I guess I could give you better mat-”

Your words are stolen from your lips when you feel a hand grab your shoulder and spin you around. Yunho is not but a foot from your face. There’s a flame in his eye as he has you there pinned against the wall. After the initial shock, you’re back to where you were. You’re absolutely having too much fun pushing his buttons.

“Damn, Yunho. If you wanted to get me pinned to the wall, you could’ve just asked. Though, I doubt you’d be able to take care of me.” You provoke.

Yunho all but growls and wraps a hand around your throat. He doesn’t put any pressure on your neck, but the presence alone has your heart racing.

“I’m fucking tired of your little attitude,” he says far too calmly.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You fight back, still not daring to move. 

“You want proof I can take care of you?” He offers, slightly putting pressure on the sides of your neck.

“You mean just for me to be right about you not knowing how to? I’d love to.”

Before you can process it, you’re clothes are gone, and you’re pinned down to Yunho’s bed. One of his large hands is wrapped around your throat, causing you to reel in the sensation it’s causing. The other is holding your hip to ensure you don’t squirm too much. Yunho is thrusting into you at an animalistic pace, making you see stars even more. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan, though. How you’re holding your noises back, you have no idea.

“Come on, don’t you wanna let those moans out? Sound like a fucking slut while I fuck you?” he growls.

You shake your head, not trusting your voice in the slightest. 

“What? Can’t use your words? Are you too far gone that you can’t fucking speak?” He chuckles, “If I had known fucking you would get you to shut up, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”

His grip on your throat tightens as his thrusts become harsher. That’s the straw that broke the camel’s back. You let out a loud moan, and once that one escapes, they don’t stop coming. You beg and plead for anything. Yunho is still degrading you with his filthy words that your brain can’t comprehend at the moment. You doubt you’re saying anything intelligible at the moment, anyway. In hopes of getting yourself closer to your high, you attempt to roll your hips into his thrusts. Instead, you’re greeted with a sharp slap to your thigh before his hand reclaims its place on your hip.

“Fuckin’ slut.” he bites, “You take what I give you, understand?”

You nod.

“Use your fucking words. You seem to never shut up any other time.”

“Please!” you beg, tears springing from your eyes, “Please, Yunho! I’m so so close!” you manage to say between moans. 

“You think I’ll- fuck- I’ll let you cum that easily, whore?”

“Yunho, please.” you moan, “Want you to cum inside me.” 

“Oh, is that right?” he asks condescendingly.

“Please!” you beg again, scratching his shoulders.

That’s all it takes to trigger his orgasm. His hips stutter as he cums deep inside you. His sounds, combined with the sloppy thrusts, trigger your high. Your walls flutter around him, and your nails dig deeper into his broad shoulders. He pulls out in one sharp movement and watches how his cum leaks out of you. 

He’s about to walk out of the room when he feels a disturbance in the air. When he turns around, he sees you on the brink of tears sitting on his bed. He isn’t sure what overtakes him, but he immediately swoops you up in his arms and holds you close. You cry quietly for a few moments. Murmuring something about not doing a good job. All Yunho can do is rub your back gently and coax you back into reality.

“You did so well. It was insensitive of me to walk away so soon after,” he says gently. It’s a tone he’s never used with you before.

“You hate me.” You comment weakly, “I don’t blame you for walking away.”

“I don’t,” he states plainly.

“You don’t? Why are you so mean to me whenever-”

He wipes a stray tear from your cheek, “I don’t have an explanation for that. Maybe I was deflecting what I really felt in fear of what Mingi might say.” “I’m a grown woman. I can decide who I date without Mingi’s permission.” You chuckle slightly.

“I know. I know.” he says softly, pressing a kiss into your hair, “Are you fully back with me now?”

“Mhm. I’m processing how sticky I feel now,” you admit.

Yunho chuckles, and you feel the sound vibrate through his chest. 

“Let’s get cleaned up and change the sheets. Then, does cuddling sound good to you?”

“More than.” you smile at him.

After a peaceful shower together and cleaning up the bedroom (including opening a window and lighting a scented candle), you curl up under Yunho’s arm and rest your head against his chest. It’s peace like you’ve never known another person before. It’s ironic how the person you swore you hate is the person you found yourself most at peace with. Then, you hear the front door click open and shut. Neither of you is fully awake, though, not enough to process what the sound was. Just as you open your eyes and process what that sound is, your brother is already busting through Yunho’s previously closed bedroom door. Yunho scrambles to protect your decency, which happens to be tossing himself on top of you. You squeal at the sudden movement.

“You two finally fucked it out?” Mingi asks, sounding hopeful, “It’s been goddamn years of that stupid tension!”

He walks out, forgetting to close the door behind him. Your new boyfriend sighs and gets out of bed to close the door. Just as the door is about to click shut, you hear your brother call through his door.

“If you hurt her or knock her up, I’m reserving the right to murder you still!”

You’re half tempted to walk in there and beat his ass for making that comment, but you can’t find the willpower to get out of Yunho���s comfy bed to do so. Yunho shakes his head and closes the door fully. Climbing back into bed, he wraps his arms around you again.

“How do you think he’ll react when he finds out we fuck raw?”

“Jeong Yunho!”

You smack his chest, and he lets out a bright giggle. Maybe all you really needed was to fuck it out all this time. You never hated him. You’re hopelessly and irrevocably in love with him.

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

baby boy

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, dom!reader and sub!rafe (hes so whiney <3), handjob, premature ejaculation, female recieving oral, face sitting, p in v sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, crying, orgasm denial a bit i guess?

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“what do you want?” you question, annoyed that you have to ask again after rafe failed to answer.

“i-i-” he pants, chest rising and falling quickly, unable to get a handle on the physical reaction his body is having to you sitting on his thighs, feeling the wet press of your pussy against his bare skin, having both stripped your clothes long ago, yet rafes cock remains standing straight up, completely untouched.

“if you can't use your words, i can go.” you hum, running your fingertips over his chest and torso, tracing his abs that he works so hard for, proud of himself for keeping in such good shape for you. “i can find another boy to use. maybe one that's good enough to tell me what he wants.”

“touch me!” rafe gasps out, his head clearing enough to get the words out when you mention another guy. 

“aw, baby.” you pout, leaning forward, pressing your clit into his leg. “did you forget? are you that stupid?”

rafe cries out, resisting the urge to lift his hips, knowing you will just punish him and make him wait longer.

“you have to be specific, rafey.” you remind him, a gentle swipe of your lips on the corner of his mouth. “you wanna be touched. but i am already touching you.” you give his side a pinch, a reminder that your hands are already on him.

“cock.” rafe gasps, eyes fluttering closed. “touch my cock, please.” he begs.

you smile at rafe remembering to use his manners and say please as you finally give in, wrapping your hand around his cock. you give it a single stroke before rafe releases all over his stomach, making you tsk in disapproval as you let go of his cock, ruining his orgasm as cum decorates his pretty abs.

“im sorry.” rafe cries out, tears streaming down his cheeks. “im sorry, im sorry.” he whines as he finishes cumming, his cock pulsing and still standing straight up.

“baby boy, you know you need permission.” you sigh, disappointed rafe couldn't hold out for you, but also impressed that you were able to make him cum with just the smallest of touches.

“let me make it up to you, please.” rafe moves his hands to your hips, a move you would usually punish him for, but seeing him all blissed out and covered in his own cum has turned you on enough to make you overlook the slight misstep.

“wanna eat my pussy?” you offer, and rafe nods ecstatically. “but would that even be a punishment? don't you love eating me out? why should i let you put your mouth on my pussy when you just broke a rule?”

“please, please let me make you feel good.” rafe says, and you shrug, like you're really thinking it over, before getting off of rafes lap.

“lay down.” you command, and rafe is quick to move so his head is against the mattress instead of the headboard. 

you admire his long body, muscles toned and tanned as you dip your finger into his cum, starting to dry out on his skin as you swipe it all onto your finger, sucking it into your mouth. you have to pull away from the taste to laugh as rafes cock bobs, a bead of precum leaking out.

“so desperate.” you climb onto rafes chest, settling all your weight onto him, spreading your knees so he can look down his body to your open cunt.

“please let me taste you.” rafe is practically salivating at the sight. you hum in approval and shift yourself forward, lining your pussy up with his mouth as you sink down onto his face.

you let out a moan as he instantly begins eating you out, mouth hungrily tasting every part of you, licking up your wetness like he needs it to survive.

“sometimes i think you like eating me out better than you like cumming.” you giggle as rafes eyes flicker up, half lidded and revealing how lustful he is in that moment.

“i do like it better.” he says, pressing kisses all over your pussy. “i love making you feel good.” “such a sweet boy.” you stroke a hand over rafes hair, smiling down at him as he moves his tongue to your clit, massaging it with the tip of the muscle as you grind your hips down.

“you want to make me feel even better?” you ask, and rafe nods enthusiastically, sucking your clit into his mouth. “i’m not gonna ride you today, pretty boy. you’re gonna fuck me, okay? gonna be on top this time.”

rafe blinks up at you, surprised that you’re requesting him taking control, usually liking to be the one using rafes body for your pleasure, not worried about what hes doing as long as his cock is hard and buried inside of you.

“finish eating my cunt, first.” you say, and rafe quickly refocuses his energy on your clit, determined to make you cum, switching between sucking and licking as his hands come to your hips, pressing you down onto his face, making a mess of himself without a care in the world, happy to submit to you.

you moan as your hand fists his hair, gripping it tightly, even when he whines as you pull on it. you give it another tug, this time to tell him to shut up and stop complaining.

“i’m close, rafe.” you tell him, eyes fluttering shut as you rock your hips forward and back. “gonna cum on your tongue. make me cum. make me cum.” 

rafe pulls out every trick he knows to get you to cum quickly, tracing letters onto your clit before sucking it between his lips, flicking his tongue over your bud once its inside his mouth. he licks a wide stripe between your folds, letting his tongue run over the sensitive underside of your clit until you let out a shout of pleasure, falling backwards as your orgasm hits you, unable to keep yourself sat up.

you lean against rafes body, chest heaving up and down as rafe rubs your hips. you turn your head to the side, in line with rafes cock, still pulsing and hard for you.

you sit up, giving him a tug to make sure hes ready. “get up.” rafe moves instantly, sliding off the bed so you can take the primary spot in the center of the pillows, your hair splaying out amongst the silk as you spread your legs, showing off your dripping center to rafe.

“kneel in between my legs, come on.” you command rafe. “you act like you’ve never fucked before. i know that i always ride you, but you’ve had girls before me.” rafe whines as you speak, getting into position. “you’ve let them think you’re all in control when you fuck them, but that’s just an act isn’t it, rafey? you’re my sweet little boy, you need to be told what to do at all times. well, it’s okay. no more pretending. just be my little fuck toy, come on.” you encourage him, reaching down to spread your cunt with your fingertips, stretching your hole open for him. “fuck me. put that pretty cock in me.”

rafe moves forwards, the head of his cock pushing into your entrance. rafe has to dissociate to stop himself from immediately busting inside of you, especially because you didn’t make him put on a condom like you normally do. you’re on birth control and don’t even need one, but you like teasing rafe by not letting him inside you bare.

“all the way in.” you command, and rafe continues to slide his cock into you until his entire length is sleeved inside your pussy.

“good boy.” you take a deep breath, hands coming to grip your tits, playing with your nipples as rafe watches your adept fingers working on your chest.

“fuck me. hard. fuck me like how i usually ride you, come on.”

rafe immediately begins to snap his hips forward and back, settling into a quick rocking motion, moaning every time his cock is fully embedded in your warmth.

“that’s it.” you moan. “rub my clit at the same time, baby boy. i know you can’t last that long.”

rafe nods, it’s true, he already feels so close. he was ashamed the first time he was inside of you that he bursted and came before you were even fully sat on his cock, and even after sleeping together for almost an entire year, he is just as excited as that first time.

“thank you.” rafe pants, eyes on your clit as he rubs over it with his pointer finger, tracing his name onto your skin, as if he belongs to you, but he knows its the other way around. “thank you for letting me pleasure you.”

“aw, my good boy.” you smile before he thrusts particularly hard and your jaw drops into a moan. “gonna give you so many kisses once you make me cum. wanna spend the night, yeah? and cuddle?” “yes, please, please.” rafe says, the aftercare almost as good as the sex itself.

“hurry up then.” 

rafe moves impossibly faster, his cock almost hurting with how hard hes fucking you, bruising your walls as you grind your hips down against him, feeling his cock touch every inch of your insides.

“fuck.” rafe cries out, and you feel tears fall onto your skin. “plea-please can i cum, pretty please?” you smile, feeling your clit pulse as well. “go ahead, baby, cum inside me. cum in my pussy and fill me up like the good boy i know you are.”

rafe rubs his finger as fast as he can as he releases inside of you, somehow still able to fill you up with his cum as he moans your name. upon feeling his warmth, you lose all control, back arching off the bed as you moan out, eyes squeezing shut as your cunt flutters around rafes cock, milking him for every last drop as your orgasm causes your body to shake. 

you reach up, pulling rafe down against your, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he presses his body against yours, your chests rubbing together as you ride out your highs together.

“fuck, you did so good for me, rafey.” you gasp out, wrapping your legs around his waist so you can keep his cock deep inside you, not ready to be apart from it yet.

“thank you.” rafe kisses your neck, smothering you with love as he moves to your jaw, and then cheeks, and then lips. “thank you for letting me fuck you. thank you. i love you.”

rafes cheeks flush red and you laugh at his reaction to him letting those three little words slip, knowing it happened in the heat of the moment. “it’s okay, baby, don’t be embarrassed.” you rub his back, squeezing your pussy around him as rafe lets out a whine. “come give me a kiss, yeah.” 

rafe bends down and gives you another kiss. “i love you too.” you whisper against his lips. “i love you when you’re such a good boy for me. now make me real happy and pull out nice and slowly.”

rafe nods, sliding his softening cock out of your tunnel, letting his cum drip out of you. he flops onto the bed once hes free from your heat, making you giggle as all his muscles slacken, exhaustion instantly settling in now that the adrenaline is gone. you cuddle into his side, wrapping an arm around his waist, whispering kind words to him, about how good he is for you, how proud you are of him, everything he’s longed to hear as he slips into sleep, mind now calm.

[cherryblossomcowgirl]

Best Friend’s Little Sister

MASTERLIST PINNED

Rooster x sister!reader; Hangman x reader

WC: 4.1k

Warnings: angst; swearing; arguing; parental death; age gap

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Bradley jumps out of the Bronco, “Y/n!” I run and jump into his arms, “B, I missed you.” He squeezes me, “You too, little sis. When did your hair get so long?” I laugh, “You haven’t seen me in about 2 years, hair grows.” “Be quiet. Give me your bags and hop in.” We start the drive to his place. “So B, how has everything been?” He chuckles, “Well, work has been great. My house is great. I like it on the coast. So yeah, great.” I nudge him arm, “You got a lady?” He rolls his eyes, “No I don’t ‘Got a lady’. I ‘got’ work. Now tell me why you called me out of the blue and asked to live with me.” I look at my hands, “Well.. I got a remote job.. and I lived alone.. and I just..” I look out the window and he sighs, “I’m not upset, Y/n. I am honestly just wondering.” I shrug, “You know we don’t have anyone else. I felt so alone and you were literally 2,000 miles away.” He rubs my shoulder, “Little sis, you are always welcome. You know that. I’m just happy this isn’t about some guy.” I laugh, “Don’t worry about that, B. I am a big girl now.” He winces, “Yeah, I don’t like it.”

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We pull into his driveway and he carries my bags in. I look around the house to see little photo frames everywhere. Each one has a different photo of us growing up. Tears well up in my eyes, “B, you didn’t.” He smiles, “I did. I like seeing them.” I pick one up that is Bradley holding me the day I was born. He stands beside me, “That one was always Mom’s favorite.” I lean on him, “I miss her so much.” He kisses my head, “Me too baby girl, me too.” We stand there for a second and I think about how thankful I am to be here with Bradley. I thought I was ready to be on my own, I had done it all throughout college. When a fancy company offered me a remote job, I jumped at the chance to move somewhere far away. Somewhere new. Every phone call from Bradley made me homesick. Not homesick for a place, but for a person. Bradley was always right there for me growing up. He walked me to school, he read to me at night, and when Mom got sick he dropped everything and came home. He took care of both of us. He always did. So when I called him, crying and lonely, he immediately agreed to move me in. Bradley clears his throat, “You should go grab a shower. My friends wanna go out tonight, thought you might wanna join.” I smile, “Sure, I won’t take long.”

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I walk out to see Bradley talking to Jake in the kitchen. “Hey!” I walk over and give him a hug. He smiles, “Howdy, Y/n. He has been talking about you moving here nonstop. Maybe now he’ll finally shut up.” Bradley rolls his eyes and I poke him, “Awhh you missed me, didn’t you?” He scoffs, “Duhh. You wearing that?” I look down at my jeans and t-shirt, “Ummm yeah? Shutup and grab the keys.” He chuckles and starts walking towards the front door, “Shutup and get in the car. I need a beer.” I punch his arm as I run past him and he chases me to the Bronco. Jake laughs, “Are y’all 12?” I look back at him, “Zip it or you’re next, blondie.” Jake puts his hands up and jumps in.

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We spend the night at a beach bar called the Hard Deck. It seems like the hangout for all of Bradley’s work friends. They all have silly nicknames like him and Jake. I sit off to the side, sipping a beer, and watch Bradley. He has gotten much better at pool and he still bangs on a piano after he has had a few too many drinks. Jake walks over and sits by me, “How long has it been?” I shrug, “Maybe 4 years? I think I visited right before I started college.” “You still seeing that guy.. Robbie?” I laugh, “Ryan? No. Broke up about.. 3 years and 10 months ago.” He raises his eyebrow, “What did he do? Did he hurt you?” I laugh, “It was 3 years ago Jake, and I broke up with him. Too immature.” Jake nods, “You have always had a good head on your shoulders. Most guys are idiots and you can’t trust them.” “Oh I know. I am looking at two pretty big idiots right now.” Jake laughs and points to my beer, “Need another?” “No, thanks. Have a feeling I’ll be driving him home tonight.” We look over at Bradley, who stole Bob’s glasses and is running around giggling. Jake goes off to grab another for himself and I keep people watching.

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After a couple hours, both Bradley and Jake are hammered. “Come on, idiots. Time to go home.” Bradley holds his keys up above his head, “If you hurt my baby, I will actually fight you.” Jake rolls his eyes and slurs his words, “Ya can’t hit a lady, Bradshaw.” “That isn’t a lady, Hangman. That is my sister.” I take the keys and point my finger at them, “I know how to drive and you, cough them up.” Jake pulls out his keys, “But my truck is at Bradshaw’s house..” I usher them into the Bronco and roll my eyes, “Yes it is, but you aren’t going anywhere other than the couch tonight.” They both start complaining and I cut them off, “Quiet! I will nut punch the next person who whines.” They both sit up straight with wide eyes, presumably remembering the last nut punch they had received. I laugh at myself and start up the Bronco.

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I get them both inside the house and they start arguing over something to do with their jets. “Okay, enough. Bed time. Go!” Bradley walks to his room and Jake finds the couch. I walk water and aspirin to Bradley, and I take his shoes off for him. He smiles when I kiss his forehead, “I love you. You are the best little sister in the world.” “I love you too, you big goober. Get some rest” He smiles and I turn off the light. I grab Jake some water and aspirin. He mumbles something that I didn’t hear, “What’s up? Need something?” He speaks up, “Thanks, beautiful.” Heat rises to my cheeks and I chuckle, “You’re drunk Jake. Go to bed.” He yawns, “I may be drunk, but I am not blind Y/n.” I turn off the lights and walk into my room. I change into pajamas and climb into bed, wondering if Jake meant what he said. I always had a crush on him growing up. I mean, how could I not? Tan, blonde, green eyes, perfect smile, and he has always been muscular. He is like Aviator Ken. I let my mind wander, daydreaming about Jake ever thinking of me as more than his best friend’s annoying little sister.

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The sound of banging in the kitchen wakes me up. I walk out to find the guys making coffee and breakfast, and a huge mess. I rub my eyes, “B, can you please get out and let me do this?” He looks around, “Yeah. It’s pretty bad.” Him and Jake sit at the island and chat about work. I pour them coffee and plate up some breakfast. Bradley smiles up at me, “Thanks. And for last night. I checked my baby and you didn’t mess the up.” I sigh, “You’re the one who taught me to drive.” I slide Jake a plate, but he doesn’t look up at me, “Yeah, thanks Y/n.” I furrow my brow, “Yeah, no worries.” I take my coffee on the back porch and read my book. After a bit Bradley pops his head out, “Hey, I have to run to base really quick. Wanna come?” “I’m good here, but thanks.” “Okay, be back soon. The squad is going down to the pier later if you wanna join.” “Sounds good to me.” He leaves and I dive back into my book. The back door opens and I jump, “Oh my gosh! Jake! You scared the shit out of me.” He sighs, “Sorry. I just wanted to apologize about last night.” “Don’t worry, you were drunk. It happens.” He looks at his feet and is quiet. I clear my throat, “Seriously, it is fine. We all say things we don’t mean when we drink. B told me that I was the best sister in the world last night.” Jake looks at me, “I wasn’t lying, that’s the issue.” I raise my eyebrow, “What are you talking about?” “I meant what I said. I shouldn’t be thinking that though, because you are Bradley’s little sister.” I scoff, “Yep, that’s me.” I stand up and start walking inside, “Excuse me, I’m gonna go to my room.” He runs his hand through his hair, “Wait Y/n, I didn’t mean it like that. I am just saying I shouldn’t have said that last night and I am sorry.” “Jake, I said it is fine. Can you just drop it? You were drunk. You said I was beautiful. You didn’t mean it. It is okay.” He grabs my arm as I try to walk past him, “You are beautiful, Y/n. But you are also hilarious, and smart, and sweet, and my best friend’s little sister.” I yank my arm away, “Leave me alone.” Tears sting my eyes and I turn towards the room. Jake calls out after me and I ignore him. I turn on the shower so he doesn’t hear my sniffling. Crying over Jake is so embarrassing. I knew there was no way he felt how I do.

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An hour later my door bursts open, “C’mon sis! Time for the pier!” “I’m good, B. Have fun, okay?” He jumps on the bed and shakes me, “Nope. Not an option. Get up.” I smack his arm, “I am tired!” He picks me up and carries me towards the living room, “I’ll get you coffee.” I sigh, “Fine. Let me grab a hat.” I throw on my favorite old ball cap and meet the boys out by the Bronco. The ride to the pier is quiet and Bradley finally breaks the silence, “Y/n, I am sorry we got so drunk last night. You shouldn’t have had to babysit us.” “It’s fine, B. I’m used to you two being idiots. It’s kind of like the one constant in my life.” Bradley laughs and Jake forces a smile. We get to the pier and the rest of the squad is there. I stay near the back of the group, minding my own business. Bob keeps close and chats. When we all sit to eat, I sit between Bob and Bradley. Jake is across from me and looks like he would rather be anywhere else. Everyone is chatting about work and their missions. Bob realizes I am bored and taps my shoulder, “Hey, Y/n. What do you do for work?” “I’m in cyber security. My company actually handles a lot of government contracts.” He smiles, “Oh that is awesome! You are like, next level smart.” I chuckle, “Not really. Y’all’s job is much harder.” “You like being back in California?” “Yeah, I have missed it a lot.” Bob continues with the small talk and I notice that Jake is laser focused on our conversation. Every time I laugh or smile at Bob, a muscle in his jaw twitches. After dinner we say our goodbyes and head back home. Bradley takes a phone call, which seems like it’s from a woman, and goes into his room. Jake sits awkwardly in the living room while I make myself tea. He finally gets up and walks into the kitchen, “What were you and Bob talking about?” I shrug, “Just small talk. He was asking about my job and how I’m liking it here.” Jake’s green eyes narrow, “Do you like him?” “Excuse me?” “Do you like him?” I poke his chest, “You are absolutely ridiculous. I can’t have a conversation? And you know what? What if I did think he was cute? What would be so wrong with that?” Jake is getting visibly upset, “Because it is Bob! Bob isn’t.. Bob isn’t the guy for you.” I roll my eyes, “Oh please tell me more. What kind of guy should I look for?” He takes a deep breath, “Never mind. I should get going. Can you tell Bradley bye for me?” I laugh, “No, you’re fine. I’m going to my room. You are unbelievable, Seresin.”

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A couple of weeks pass and we fall into a nice routine. B has always been my calm and my best friend. When I get off for the day, I cook us dinner so it is ready when he gets home. He keeps telling me how much he loves the home cooked food and I wince at all the frozen meals in the fridge. On Friday, he lets me know the squad is coming for a bonfire. “Okay, I’ll come say hi. Had a long day, though.” He hugs me, “I am proud of you, little nerd.” “My bed and book are calling me. See you in a little bit.” Later, I hear Jake come in to the house. I wait until the rest of the squad is here before I go say hi. After I make my rounds outside, excluding Jake, I head to the kitchen to grab some water. Jake walks in and clears his throat, “Can we at least have a truce? You’ve been my friend for so long, Y/n.” I turn to face him, “No, you made it pretty clear you are Bradley’s friend.” He sighs, “Your favorite color is purple. You hate baseball but you go because you love Bradley. You’d rather have your nose stuck in a book than go out. You listen to classical music when you are sad and musicals when you are happy.” I put my hand up, “Okay, so you pay attention to things. Congratulations! Now go back to the bonfire. I have a date with a sci-fi novel.” “Why won’t you just come outside with us? Are you that upset with me?” My feelings bubble up inside of me and I let them spill over, “You know what Jake, I have always liked you! So for you to tell me that I am all these things and then to say I am just his little sister! Ughh! I know I am, but it doesn’t mean that I am not also a person who has feelings. Goodnight Jake.” I turn to walk back to my room but Jake moves in front of the doorway. I glare at him, “Move out of the way.” He shakes his head, “No. Come outside with us.” I fold my arms across my chest, “No. Move.” He smirks, “You know, you are so damn stubborn.” I stomp my foot, “And you’re so damn annoying!” Jake’s hands move quickly, cupping my face and he kisses me. It is delicate and quick, but it takes my breath away. He pulls back and looks at me, “I shouldn’t have done that.” My cheeks turn red and I push past him, “Oh my GOSH Jake, just what every girl wants to hear after someone KISSES HER.” I slam my room door and sit on the edge of my bed. I hear the back door open and shut. I bury my face in my pillow and scream. He kissed me. HE kissed ME. Then he said he shouldn’t have? Was it that horrible for him? I snuggle under my comforter and grab my book. I pick up where I left off, trying to distract myself from what just happened.

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A couple hours later, I head out to make tea and see Bradley and Jake watching a movie. Bradley sees me, “Hey sleepyhead, wanna join? It’s one of your favorites.” I turn to the TV, American Psycho. I shrug, “I am good, just got to the best part of my book.” He rolls his eyes, “You are such a nerd. Get over here.” I join them on the couch, begrudgingly, and steal the bowl of popcorn from Bradley’s lap. About halfway through, Bradley gets a call and jumps up, “I.. uh.. gotta take this.” I smirk, “Tell her we say hello.” Bradley flips me off on the way to his room. I start to stand up, “I’m gonna head to bed.” Jake sighs, “C’mon, Y/n. Please stay.” “Why? So you can kiss me and be disappointed all over again?” He furrows his brow, “You thought I was disappointed?” I chuckle, “Well you said you shouldn’t have done it. That’s not really a glowing review.” “Y/n, I shouldn’t have done it because it was amazing and I want to do it again. And again. And again. And I shouldn’t want to, but I do.” “You are making this so complicated and it doesn’t have to be!” He runs his hand through his hair, “But it is complicated. I have known y’all for a long time. Bradshaw would kill me.” I shake my head and laugh, “At this point, you’re worrying about the wrong Bradshaw.” Jake looks at his hands, “You know, he got on Bob for talking to you.” “Of course he did, it’s Bradley. He has always been like that. One time he chased a boy off of our front porch with a wooden spoon.” He halfheartedly chuckles, “Have a feeling he would do a lot worse to me.” His bedroom door opens and he walks out, “Well, she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.” Jake turns towards him, “What happened?” “She met a SEAL.” I bust out laughing, “Oh B, you and your tag chasers. We gotta work on your standards.” He sighs and points to Jake, “Hard Deck?” Jake shakes his head, “Not tonight, buddy. I’m tired.” Bradley looks shocked, “Hangman, turning down to opportunity to meet a lady and take her home?” He shrugs, “I guess so.” I hug Bradley goodnight and head to my room. I fall asleep with my phone beside my pillow. Around 2 am, a buzz wakes me up.

Jake: I can’t sleep.

Y/n: Try putting your phone down and closing your eyes.

Jake: Very funny. Tried that. Can’t stop thinking about tonight.

I decide to play coy.

Y/n: What, did the movie scare you?

Jake: No, Sherlock. The kiss.

Y/n: Oh, that. Sorry to disappoint. Should’ve gone to the bar with B, probably would have found a better kisser there.

I laugh and set my phone down. My phone starts ringing and I answer, “Hello?” Jake sighs, “You are exhausting.” “Jake, you’re the one that called me. Take a melatonin and go to bed.” “I don’t want to. I want to be with you right now.” “You can’t see, but I just rolled my eyes.” I can hear his smile as he says, “What if I told you I was outside right now.” “I would say you are a stalker and to go home and go to sleep.” He laughs and then there is a knock on my window. I open the curtain and Jake is standing there with a smirk on his face. I open it, “You know, there is this thing called the front door.” “What if Bradley saw me?” I laugh, “He found a lady at the bar and went back to her place.” Jake sighs, “Phew.” I shake my head, “Are you seriously that afraid of B?” “Ummm.. yeah?” We sit down on the edge of my bed and I pat his back, “Well you should be. He will probably want to fight to the death for my honor.” Jake looks at me with huge eyes, “Not funny.” He throws his arm around my shoulders and I lean in to his chest, “So, since when do you have a big old crush on me?” Without pause Jake responds, “4 years ago when you visited before college. I remember we were all playing dogfight football on the beach and some newbie at the squad hit on you. I thought I was gonna wring his neck.” “You’re cute.” He raises his eyebrow, “Since when did you have a crush on me?” I chuckle, “That trip. You weren’t as annoying and you gained some muscle over your last deployment..” “You are horrible.” I shrug, “Can’t blame me, something about a man in uniform.” We must have fallen asleep talking, because I jump up at the sound of the Bronco pulling in the driveway.

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Jake jumps up, “Oh my gosh, what are we gonna do?” I shove him out my bedroom door, “Hurry- couch. Act like you came here to go do something with him!” He nods and bolts to the living room. I hear Bradley open the door, “Hey dude! What’s up?” Jake responds, “Oh, I was just wondering how last night went.” Bradley chuckles, “I’ll make some coffee. Y/n up?” “Haven’t seen her.” I wait about 20 minutes until I walk out, “Hey, B! How was it?” I turn and act surprised, “Jake? Morning. You guys want me to make breakfast again?” They both smile and nod. Bradley tells us all about his night with some girl from the bar. Apparently she is an elementary school teacher and she volunteers on the weekends. I slide plates of food over to them, “Well B, she sounds great.” He smacks Jake’s arm, “And the best part is, she has a friend! So the next time we go out you can hang out with her!” Jake does a nervous smile, “Thanks bud, but I am not really interested.” Bradley stares at him, “Dude, what is up with you? First no bar, now no hot chicks?” Jake blushes and I look at my coffee. Bradley smacks the counter, “You met someone! Spill it, Seresin.” Jake gulps, “Well she is.. she is uhhhh.. really smart and funny and honestly very stubborn. We only kissed once but it.. it was uhhhh.. really good.” Bradley pats him on the shoulder, “Is she hot?” Jake blushes even deeper than before, “Yeah, she is. Super hot.” I smirk and Bradley high-fives Jake, “Well dude, you’ll have to bring her around sometime.” Jake nods and looks down at his hands. Bradley turns to me, “You got plans today?” I shake my head, “Nope. Just wanna go to the beach, get some sun.” He smiles, “Okay team, suit up! Seresin you can borrow a pair of trunks. I’ll text the squad and see if anyone wants to join.”

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We get down to the water and I peel off my coverup to show my very small, black bikini. Jake can barely look at me and I smirk. He stand beside me and whispers, “You are such a jerk.” I laugh, “What are you talking about?” “You are trying to kill me.” “Maybe.” I giggle and head into the water. Some of the squad shows up and they all start throwing the football around. I start walking towards my towel and Bob calls out, “Hey y/n!” “Hey Bob! How are you?” He smiles, “Doing good. California still treating you right?” I nod, “Mhmm. Hard to not be happy when you’re always in the sunshine.” My eyes wander over towards Jake, who has stopped paying attention to football. Then my eyes wander over towards Bradley, who has noticed Jake not paying attention to football. When Bradley looks to see what Jake is staring at, we make eye contact. Bradley walks over towards me and Jake isn’t far behind. He stands beside me, “Hey sis, wanna play football?” “I’m good just watching, but thanks!” Bradley turns toward Bob, “How are you doing, Bob?” Bob smiles, “Good! Really can’t complain. Tired from all the extra training hours.” Bradley gives a half ass smile and put his arms around my shoulder, “If you don’t mind, I need to talk to my sister here for a second.” Bob nods and I walk with Bradley towards the water. I smile, “What’s up?” B turns to me, “Can you just tell me what is going on?” “What do you mean?” He narrows his eyes, “Why is Jake watching your every move? Almost like he is.. jealous?” I shrug, “Not sure.” Bradley chuckles, “Well, can you tell me why he was at the house this morning in the same clothes he had on last night?”

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Table 13 & Cherry Pie

modern!mechanic!benji x stripper!fem!reader

Summary: Working two jobs to support your mom’s medical bills is already hard enough and of course your car breaks down at the worst possible time. A flirty stranger you meet at the diner offers you help with no strings. Everything seems too good to be true and before you know it, it seems as if it all comes crashing down. 

Warnings: 18+ mentions of long term illness, swearing, cigarettes, oral(f receiving), questionable clientele but nothing in detail, p in v, unprotected, a fight but nothing too intense 

Authors Note: request from @chainsawsangel that i thoroughly enjoyed writing and working on 🥰

Word Count: 8k 

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I curse at any higher power that’s out there for allowing my car to break on such a vital day. I shove some cash into the taxi drivers waiting hand and take a deep breath before heading into the hospital. I calm my nerves as I adjust my visitors pass before entering my mother floor. The “inspirational” quotes littered across the wall seem to only aggravate me today as I push through the door. I spot my mother’s doctor and walk up to him. 

“How is she?” I nibble my lip looking at my mother fast asleep in the hospital bed. 

“She did well with the more aggressive treatment we used today. She’s a fighter, don’t worry.” he lays a hand on my shoulder and I slink out of his touch. 

“Did finance come up here looking for me?” I wince looking around the floor. 

“No, we tend to keep those vultures out of this space. Your mother is our first priority. We know you’re doing everything you can.” his eyes linger a bit too long before I slip into my mother’s room. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here on time.” I say softly holding her hand in mine. “You’d be giddy to know that your “hot doctor” called you a fighter and had nothing but praise of you.” I pull my normal chair closer to the side of the bed. 

“My car broke down on the way here and I had to wait forever for a taxi and tow to show up. I’m sorry I let you down again.” I curse the tear that falls down my cheek. “I have to work both jobs tonight, as usual. I’m hoping when I get here tomorrow you’ll still be up.” I kiss her forehead and close her door behind me. I internally groan as I walk to the elevator so I can stop past finance on my way out. The receptionist waves at me as I walk past to the desk I’ve become all too familiar with. 

“Lovely to see you, Y/n. What can I do for you today?” she smiles pushing back from her computer. 

“I only have half of this month’s payment. If I could get an extension. Even just a couple of days. I’m sure I can figure something out.” I pick at my nails as she sighs. 

“Something’s better than nothing.” she grabs the envelope from my hands. “I can only give you an extra ten days.” she looks to me with a patronizing smile. 

“I’ll make it work. I don’t have a choice.” I inhale deeply trying not to let my tears fall. “Thank you.” I nod to her before leaving her office. As I walk outside I let the tears flow as I pull out my phone to waste money on another fucking taxi. I sit on the ground crying until the taxi shows up. I get to the diner with fifteen minutes to spare and push through the front doors seeing that the room is full of customers. 

“Get changed and clock in.” my boss shouts from the grill. 

“Yeah,” I wave him off heading to the back. I pull my black uniform out of my locker and change quickly. I secure the apron around my waist and head to the mirror to deal with my tear stained face. I give up and throw my hair into a bun and walk out into the main area. I type my numbers into the computer and then look around to see which table I should head to first. 

“Thirteens been waiting for a while.” my coworker shouts at me so I grab a glass of water and head over that way. 

“I’m sorry about that wait today, sir. Is there something I could get for you right away?” I smile before I feel my heart skip as he looks to me. 

“A coffee for now.” he smiles up at me. 

“Any cream or sugar?” I fiddle with my pen as I try not to trail my eyes all over him. 

“Yeah cream, thank you.” the way his eyes crinkle has me melting on the spot. 

“And are we waiting for anyone?” I point my pen to the empty booth across from him. 

“Not unless you’d like to join me?” I know my blush is visible now as I turn back to him. 

“Oh I- I would but,” I internally scream at me falling over my words. 

“No worries, baby. Maybe another time.” I nod as he smirks after me as I go back to the kitchen. I pour his coffee and grab a jar of creamer before I walk out to him. 

“Coffee and cream.” I set the cups in front of him as he thanks me. “Can I get you something to eat?” I pull out my pad and pen. 

“What’s your favorite thing here?” he hums looking up to me. 

“Probably our cherry pie. It’s perfectly sweet and tart. Unless you meant like actual food.” I nibble my lip scolding myself because of course this man came here for food and not just pie.

“I’ll try your cherry pie.” he chuckles and I don’t miss the way his tongue darts against his lower lip.

“Anything else I can get you?” I offer him whatever smile I can muster. 

“That’s it for now.” he nods his head at me as I hustle back to the kitchen. 

“Well are you going to pick up more tables or stick with Mr. Handsome over there?” my coworkers tease me. 

I pick up my pad and start scurrying around the diner. Once I get into my flow I easily can juggle my tables. Once most of them are gone I glance back at table thirteen and wonder how he can possibly still be eating that pie. I see he’s only taken a couple bites and now I worry that he’s hated it. 

“If you didn’t like it I can get you something else?” my hands rest on his table. 

“You said it was your favorite so I figured I would save you some.” I scrunch my brows at his words. “Open up for me.” his voice is low as he brings the fork to my mouth. I shrug and wrap my lips around the fork and moan as I taste the sweet tartness. 

“I’ll go get you your check.” I hum licking the cherry from the corner of my mouth. 

“He’s your last table so finish up and I can get you out of here early.” my boss nods to me. I sigh knowing I need more money but I’m thankful that I can get to the club a little earlier. 

“Here’s your check I can come back when you’re ready.” I nod my head at him. 

“No, the rest is for you.” he hands me a fifty for his ten dollar bill. 

“Are you sure?” I blink at him in disbelief.

“Yeah you’ve earned it.” he slides out of the booth and towers above me. “Maybe I’ll come back tomorrow to try some more of your pie.” he leaves me blushing at the booth as he exits the front door. 

I go back to my locker and change back into my regular clothes before heading out the back. I cut down a couple alleys and side streets and sigh in relief when I start to see the familiar neon sign. I twist my key in the back door and make my way down the steps. The other girls wave at me and smile as I walk past. I make my way to my vanity and plop in my chair and sigh. 

I start to pull my bun out and tease my hair up a bit. I pull out a can of hairspray and get to work on making my appearance more desirable. I go back to my locker and pick out my most flattering outfit since I need to make the rest of my mother’s payment in ten days. As I look in the mirror the club manager walks to me and runs his hands up my arms. 

“When are you going to do private dances? You can make more money that way.” his voice sing song as I roll my eyes. 

“I don’t like when these men touch me.” I look him over before stepping out of his reach. 

“No but you like their money. What about a lap dance?” he keeps pushing the subject. 

“I’ll let you know if I change my mind.” I toss over my shoulder before walking backstage to hand the DJ my song choice. 

The rest of the night is filled with my boss begging me to give a man in the front row a lap dance and me respectfully declining every single time. I toss my outfit into my bag to take home and wash and I’m thankful one of the girls is willing to drop me off at home. 

As I walk up to my sidewalk I sigh at the shell of my childhood home. I slam the door shut behind me before trudging up the stairs to burn my skin in a hot shower before I collapse onto my bed and allow sleep to take over 

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Next day

I was able to see my mother for a couple hours today and drop off the money I made yesterday in finance. I wait on the sidewalk for my taxi to get here and smoke a cigarette wishing my life was different. As I see the car pull up I stand tossing the remains. We pull up to the diner and I furrow my brows as I see table number thirteen waiting outside the doors. 

“There’s my cherry pie.” a smile spreads across his face as mine heats. 

“You know they’re open even when I’m not here?” I finally return his smile stopping in front of him. 

“But I’d prefer it if you were here.” he opens the door for me. 

“I’m flattered,” my face must be red at this point. “Go take a seat table thirteen and I’ll be there when I clock in.” 

My boss and coworkers look at me with raised brows as they see him go sit in the same booth from last night. I try not to catch their gaze as I make my way to my locker. I clock him in and head straight for table thirteen. 

“What can I get for you today, sir?” I pull out my pad and pen. 

“Back to sir and not table thirteen?” he offers me a lopsided smile. “I thought we grew on each other, cherry pie.” 

“I just never got your name last night.” I hum looking over my pad at him. 

“You didn’t ask.” he raises an eyebrow with a taunting smile. 

“Table thirteen it is.” I roll my eyes and he laughs. 

“I’ll have the same as yesterday.” he hands me his menu and I leave him trying to collect my thoughts. I’ve never been one for flirty customers but there’s just something different about him. 

“I see your boyfriend is back.” my coworker giggles as I huff pouring his coffee. 

“I can only dream. There’s no way that man is single.” I shake my head bringing his coffee and cream to him. 

“What kind of pie would you like today?” I set his coffee in front of him. 

“What’s your next favorite after the cherry?” I nibble my lip thinking. 

“I think our banana cream pie is a close second.” I nod my head with my choice. 

“Then that’s what I’ll have.” he nods his head with a smile as I head off to the kitchen.

I plate his slice and run it back to him before I start tending to my other tables. Table thirteen only asks for refills on his coffee and I can feel his eyes on me throughout the shift. As I’m nearing the end of my shift I make my way back to him. 

“I was wondering when you would come back for your taste.” my breath catches at his words and he slices a piece of the pie. “I can feed it to you again.” I throw my cares away and dip down savoring the sweetness. 

“Did you enjoy it?” I lick the cream off my lips as he looks to me with dark eyes. 

“What are you doing after your shift?” his voice stirs something deep within me. 

“Going to my other job.” I sigh knowing I have no time to entertain the idea of this man at my house. 

“You’re a busy woman, cherry pie.” he tsks shaking his head. “Shouldn’t your man take care of you?” he tilts his head waiting on my answer. 

“I don’t have time for one. Two jobs, an aspiring artist, and a dying mother doesn’t really pull them in you know?” I feel like weight on my shoulders like bricks forcing me down. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” I shake my head trying to figure out what I was thinking pouring my trauma on this man. 

“What’s something I can help you with?” he grabs my wrist to stop me from walking away. 

“Why do you want to help?” I look at him skeptically. 

“Because I can tell you truly need it.” his voice soft. 

“You good with cars?” a smile splits across his face at my words. 

“I’m the best mechanic around.” his voice full of confidence. “What time are you done at your other job?” 

“Around two I know it’s kind of late-“ 

“That’s fine. Do you need me to pick you up?” he pulls out money for his tab. 

“No my coworker can bring me home. Are you sure? It’s really late and inconvenient and I don’t have any money to offer.” I shake my head. 

“I offered to help where I can. Fixing your car is easy for me.” he slips another fifty into my hand along with his phone. “Put your number in.” 

“I put it under Cherry Pie.” I hand him his phone back. “I’ll be back with your change.” 

“No need.” he waves his hand. “Text me your address and when to come over.” he types something out on his phone and I feel mine vibrate. 

“Thank you,” I furrow my brows and walk back to clock out. 

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Table 13: Don’t forget to send me your address. 

Cherry Pie: Home Location

Cherry Pie: I’ll be home around two. If you seriously want to fix my car. 

Cherry Pie: I’d appreciate it, but it’s a lot of me to ask of you.

Table 13: I’ll be there. You didn’t ask, I offered. Have a good shift 🍒

Cherry Pie: omw now if you’re still coming 

Table 13: I’m here waiting for you 😌

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“How long have you known this guy?” my coworker looks at me as if I’m crazy and I’m starting to think I am. 

“Two days.” I wince. 

“What’s his name?” she sighs shaking her head. 

“I don’t know,” I nibble my lip. “We use nicknames.” I look out the window to avoid her stare. 

“If I wake up and hear about you on the news I’ll find you and kill you myself.” she says parking at my driveway. 

“He’s nice,” I shrug getting out of the car. “And hot so fuck it.” I smile before walking up my drive taking in table thirteens car. 

“How was work?” he rises from my porch swing. 

“Long and exhausting.” I say throwing my bag over my shoulder. 

“What’s your other job?” he asks following me to my front door. 

“Not a lot of people seem to look kindly upon it.” I slide my key in the lock and push the doors open. 

“I don’t judge.” he shuts the door softly behind us. 

“Do you want something to drink?” I turn the lights on in the kitchen and look him over. I take in his tired eyes and start to feel bad. “It’s so late and you’re tired.” I shake my head. 

“I’m perfectly fine.” he nods reassuringly. “I’ll have a water.” he offers me a smile. I grab two waters out of the fridge and begin to lead him to the garage. 

“Here he is.” I flick on the lights. “All broken and sad.” I step in and begin to move my canvases and art supplies out of the way. 

“Do you have the keys?” he turns to me. 

“Yeah one sec,” I run back into the house and grab my keys and hand them off to him. “Do you need anything like help?” I lean on the door frame watching him. 

“Do you know much about cars?” he looks at me with a teasing smile. 

“No but I could hold the flashlight or something.” I look around not even sure if I have an actual flashlight. 

“No, you can just sit there and tell me about your day, baby.” he smiles popping my hood as I take a seat on the stairs.

“I went to see my mom today. She was awake. I gave most of the money I made yesterday to her hospital bills. As long as she gets better though and she is.” I nod looking at the ground as I hear him try to start my car. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he says leaning his head out of the car. 

“Not particularly.” I shake my head looking up to him hoping he can’t tell my eyes are red. 

“That’s okay. Let me know if you change your mind.” he tries to start the car again before he starts working under the hood. “What about the rest of the day?” 

“I went to work at the diner, had some phenomenal banana cream pie, and got some dudes number and I don’t even know his name.” I chuckle thinking about how ridiculous this is. 

“I like table thirteen.” he laughs from my car. 

“I do too.” I hum. “Then I went to my other job where my boss just hounds me to do things I don’t want to do. I’m never forced to do anything but it’s just the constant pressure that is a lot.” I sigh resting my head against the wall. 

“You never told me what your other job is.” he tilts his head to the side. 

“I dance.” I watch as his eyebrows scrunch. 

“What do you mean dance?” I watch him try to twist something before walking back to the drivers side. 

“You know what I mean.” my voice hushed as he turns to me after the car won’t start. 

“You’re telling me that my shy cherry pie is an exotic dancer?” he chuckles shaking his head. 

“It plays the bills especially when they’re medical bills.” I pick at my nails. 

“What does your boss keep asking you to do?” he turns to me.

“I only dance. He wants me to do lap dances and private dances. I don’t want that. Dancing is an art to me and so what if I take off some clothes and get men to give me money for it?” I hate the stigma around dancing in general there’s nothing wrong with it. 

“Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. If your boss makes you uncomfortable he can become very comfortable with my fists.” my eyes snap to his before I stand. 

“No,” I shake my head. “He wouldn’t make me do anything.” I walk up to him with pleading eyes because I can’t lose this job. I’d quit the diner before I quit the club.

“Just tell me if you change your mind.” he nods his head. “I won’t do anything unless you tell me. Go sit back down.” he nods over to the stairs. I sigh sitting back down and watching table thirteens muscles flex as he uses different tools. I have no idea what he’s doing but he looks phenomenal. 

“I think you might be drooling, cherry.” he chuckles watching me stare at his hands. 

“Sorry.” I lick my lips absentmindedly. 

“Come sit closer if you want a better look.” he teases. 

“Have you figured out what’s wrong with it?” I sigh rolling my eyes.

“I think so. I’ll have to come back tomorrow with some more parts and tools.” I scrunch my eyebrows. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of your time and work.” I look up to him. 

“I offered,” he goes to touch my cheek but looks at his dirty hand. “I will be here same time tomorrow unless you would like me to pick you up from work?” 

“I feel like that’s too much to ask.” I fiddle my fingers. 

“It’s not.” he starts to clean up some of his tools. 

“Let me know if there’s anything you need or want.” I call after him as he starts to walk to his car. 

“Shut the garage while I’m still here so I know you’re safe.” he leans on his car and waits as I press the button while we stare at each other until it reaches the ground. 

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Table 13: I won’t be at the diner today but I can pick you up after work. 

Cherry Pie: Are you sure? I can have my coworker take me home so you don’t have to do extra driving. 

Table 13: Just send the address and I’ll be there. 

Cherry Pie: and you’ll wait in the car and not harass my boss?

Table 13: Yes I’ll wait in the car 🙄 

Cherry Pie: Club Address

Cherry Pie: Thank you, again. 

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As my last song ends I walk off the stage and breathe out thankful to let my body relax. I start to take the pins out of my hair and sit down to take my heels off. I change my clothes and check my phone. I smile at table thirteens texts that he’s here. 

“Don’t tell me you’re smiling at something that man sent you.” she snatches the phone out of my hand. “Table 13: I’m outside waiting in my car, just like you requested cherry pie.” she bursts out into giggles as I snatch my phone back. 

“Let me have some fun.” this spurs her laughter on even more. 

I sigh grabbing my bag and stopping at the refrigerator. I grab out the plastic bag handling it carefully before rolling my eyes at my friend and walking up the back stairs. I find his car and he gets out taking my bags from me. I snatch bag the plastic bag with a smile as he puts my other bag in his backseat. 

“This is a surprise for you.” smile as he opens up the door for me. 

“What is it?” he smiles as he gets in on the other side. 

“You can wait until we get home.” I hum and he chuckles pulling us out of the parking lot. 

“How was work?” he turns down the music and glances at me. 

“I made some good money. I should be able to pay off this month’s bill at the hospital. Though of course my boss always tells me I can make more.” I sigh resting my head on the window. 

“Why don’t you?” his voice soft and curious. 

“I’m not that good at faking attraction and desire. I can’t turn away all the men I find unattractive, I mean that’s what I do already.” I chuckle. “There’s never been a man who’s swayed me enough to say “yeah tonight’s the night I make this man come in his pants.” you know?” I turn my head toward him. 

“I know what you mean. I think about that everyday at the shop.” he laughs shaking his head as we pull into my driveway. “So what’s my surprise?” he looks to the plastic bag. 

“Not until we’re in the kitchen.” I hum getting out of the car. He grabs my bag and follows me into the house. I tell him to sit in a stool at the island as I prepare a piece of pie for him. “You missed my third favorite today.” I place the pie in front of him. 

“I’m terribly sorry, baby.” he looks to me with amused eyes. “What’s today’s flavor?” he tongue darts across his lower lip. 

“Peach.” I hum and he pats the stool next to him. I walk over and take a seat while handing him the fork. He takes a bite and hums going in for another. He takes another piece and brings it to my lips. He slowly pulls the fork out of my mouth as I hum closing my eyes at the flavor. 

“This was a lovely surprise.” he takes another bite and switches off from feeding me and himself. “Let’s go try to fix your car.” he nods once the pie is gone. I follow him closer to the car this time and sit on the ground as he’s under the hood. 

“This is a better view.” my words low as I admire him. 

“I was thinking the same thing.” I chuckles looking at me from the corner of his eye. “So how was the diner today?”

“It was so boring without you there. No one was there to feed me pie.” I pout as I watch him pull out a piece of my car. 

“I just fed you pie in the kitchen.” he rises wiping his brow. 

“Yeah, but not at work.” I bat my eyelashes at him. 

“My poor baby.” he chuckles walking over to me. “I need you to try and start the car while I look under the hood.” he offers me his hand and he pulls me up and I quickly get into the drivers side.

“Now?” I ask not wanting to ruin anything. 

“Yeah,” he gives me a thumbs up. My car makes a terrible noise and I stop instantly. “Well fuck.” he sighs walking back over to me. 

“What’s wrong?” I look up to him. 

“I need another part.” he sighs resting his head on the door frame looking down at me. 

“Is this just an excuse to keep seeing me?” I reach up touching his cheek. 

“Do I need an excuse?” he tilts his head down an inch. 

“No,” my voice barely above a whisper as I tilt my head up. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” he purrs dipping down ever so slightly as I lean up. 

“Kiss me.” I look to his lips before they fall into mine. It’s a quick kiss that leaves me frustrated and wanting more. “Kiss me again.” I huff. 

“Maybe tomorrow.” he chuckles kissing my forehead. I get out of my car practically throwing a tantrum. “Shut the garage baby.” he smirks leaning against his car until he disappears as the door shuts. I stomp up the stairs and collapse into bed. 

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I step out the back door of the club and shiver at the breeze. If he wants to tease me over a kiss I’ll tease him right back. My heels click against the ground as I make my way to his car. He’s out of the car and offering to take my bag from me. I slip into the car trying to pull the oversized shirt down and give up. 

“Where are your clothes?” he rasps turning to me. 

“I forgot them. I borrowed a shirt and I have stuff on underneath.” he watches me try to stretch the fabric down. 

“Do you?” he raises an eyebrow. 

“I’ll change when we get home.” his eyes travel to my legs again before shifting us into drive. The tension in the car is palpable and this is either going to go exactly my way or I’m just going to look desperate. We get to my house and he follows me inside like normal. 

“Do you want something to drink?” I turn reaching up to grab a glass and I feel the shirt slip up. 

“Baby.” he growls from the island. 

“Sorry.” I turn to him with a glass. “What can I get you?” I look up at him through my lashes. 

“Come here.” his voice low and I slowly come to his side. 

“I forgot pie today.” I whisper. “Can I offer you anything else?” 

He pulls me into a kiss and lifts me up onto the island. I gasp as the marble chills my skin as his hands grip my thighs. I whine into his mouth as he digs his fingers in. His hands start to travel up as I squirm and he pulls back. 

“I’d like to have a taste of you tonight then.” his fingers slowly spreading my thighs. 

“Yeah, please.” I whine nodding my head. He smirks before dipping down and trailing wet kisses across my thighs. He places a kiss over my covered slit and I shutter trailing my fingers through his hair. He pulls my panties to the side and groans as he looks up to me. 

“This is okay?” he asks again and I nod pushing his head down as he chuckles. 

“Yes, fuck yes,” I cry out as his tongue licks around my bud. He starts a quick rhythm that has my breaths coming out in pants. My hips grind against his face while his fingers hold onto my hips. His tongue slips down to my core and circles the entrance before bringing more wetness up to swirl around my bud. My legs tremble at his speed as my pleasure starts to coil. I come undone as he licks me through it as I moan above him. 

“That’s my new favorite. I’d have that every day.” he rises up licking his lips. He pulls me off of the counter as my chest is still heaving. “Go put clothes on and meet me in the garage.” he kisses my forehead and walks to the garage. 

I get up the stairs on wobbly legs as I throw my bag onto my floor. I take off my clothes and slide into shorts and a shirt and make my way back down to table thirteen. I should ask him his name but then I know I’ll get attached. I walk into the garage and sit down on the floor near him. 

“Tell me about your day.” I hum watching him. 

“I had a lot of clients in the shop today and none of them were simple fixes which got a little frustrating when my team couldn’t help either. It was a long day.” he signs resting his hands on the car frame before turning to me. “This makes up for it though.” he smiles. 

“If you had a long day you can come back and finish it tomorrow.” I furrow my brow rising. “Or whenever you have time. I don’t want to be demanding. I know the time is so inconvenient but it’s the only time I have and-“ 

“You can’t be demanding if I offered and I don’t mind the time, I promise.” he rests his hands on my arms. 

“Thank you.” I look to him with soft eyes. “I really do appreciate everything.” 

“Tomorrow I promise I’ll have it done. Text me when you need me to come get you.” he smiles packing up his tools. “Have a goodnight.” he leans against his car and watches the door shut. 

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As I step on stage I scan the room as normal and my breath stops when I see my moms doctor. I almost turn and run off stage but I genuinely need this money. As I make my way to the center I can feel his eyes on me as he sits back. I try to keep the sultry smile on my face that only falters when I’m facing back stage. When the song ends I wave and exit quickly. 

“The man in the front who looks expensive wants to talk to you.” my boss says coming through the door. 

“I’m not doing a dance for him. No.” I shake my head looking into the mirror. 

“He just said he knew you. You don’t want to look bad in front of rich clientele do you?” he raises his eyebrow waiting for me to walk to the door. I groan getting to my feet. I better not regret this. As I step out the door to the main floor I put on my smile. 

“Well, go over there.” he nods encouragingly and I turn to him and glare. I walk over to my mother’s doctor with my nerves pouring out of me.

“Some of my nurses told me you worked here and I didn’t believe them.” he smiles up to me from his chair. 

“I have to pay my mom’s bills somehow.” I look down to him with a raised brow. 

“If you give me a dance I’ll pay next month’s bill.” his eyes darken. 

“I don’t think that’s appropriate and I don’t do dances.” I start to pull back. 

“Two months.” he grabs my wrist. I look around the club and my boss is nodding encouragingly and I feel helpless. He pulls me down onto his lap and I gasp. “Three months then.” I try to hide the horror of my reality. 

That’s a lot of money he’s offering. It would allow me to save up and get more ahead on my payments but at what cost? Walking into the hospital and knowing this man was all over me and paid thousands of dollars for me to sit on his lap. My boss starts to walk over with a drink and I shake my head hoping he leaves this situation to me. 

“A drink for you.” my bosses voice is celebratory. “You’re the first to get her in your lap.” 

“Is that so.” he smirks looking me over. 

“She’s very particular about her clientele.” my boss chuckles handing the man a drink. “On the house for doing the impossible.” he winks at us and walks away. 

“Three months pay for you to give me something to think about with my wife?” I blink trying to hold back my disgust. I relent because that money could change everything for me right now. I bring my leg to the other side of his thigh and his smile is predatory. 

“Three months pay and we’re staying right here.” my voice firm as I rest my hands on his shoulders as he nods his head. 

I try to block out the next ten minutes and the way his hands feel on my body. My outfit stayed exactly where it needed to but it didn’t make me feel any better about the gaggle of men staring at me. Once I’m backstage again I go to my locker and pull out my phone as I start to pull on clothes. 

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Cherry Pie: Can you pick me up?

Table 13: Of course baby. Where and when?

Cherry Pie: The club and now

Table 13: Omw is everything okay?

Cherry Pie: Yeah I’ll see you soon

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I sit on the side of the building smoking a cigarette holding my knees against my chest. I blow the smoke up into the sky and curse the stars for my shitty life. I groan as I hear the door open and turn and see that it’s the doctor. 

“I was wondering where you ran off to.” he smirks looking down at me. 

“My ride is almost here.” I murmur taking a long drag. 

“Those will kill you.” he tsks. 

“Sooner rather than later I can only hope.” I sigh hoping table thirteen gets here soon. 

“We can go to finance tomorrow and we’ll get it all paid.” his voice soft and it confuses me. 

“You don’t want to do it anonymously?” I furrow my brows. 

“No moneys money, they won’t talk.” he shrugs before slipping back into the club. I rise to my feet as I see table thirteens car pull around the corner. 

“What’s wrong?” he searches my face as I get into the car. 

“I just- We can talk about it at home.” I shake my head as he pulls us away. The ride is silent and different and I know he can tell something is wrong but I just feel like a baby. 

“Tell me.” he holds the door open for me as I get out. He takes my bag from me and follows me into the house. 

“I was baited- no, I don’t know, I guess it was my fault,” I shake my head. 

“You can tell me.” he goes to cup my cheek and I shrink. It’s not that I don’t want him to touch me I just feel dirty and like I need to boil my skin off. “What did your boss make you do?” his nostrils flare and I feel his temper rise. 

“My mom’s doctor was there and he kept asking my boss to talk to me so I went out to the floor and that’s my fault I guess.” I huff at the way my voice breaks. “I don’t know, I ended up on his lap and his hands were all over me and I just- I need to shower.” I pull him up the stairs with me. 

“I can work on your car while you shower.” he voice low as he follows me into my room. 

“You said you would beat up my boss for even asking me to do that and now that it’s done I’m scared, thirteen.” I turn to him. 

“Benji.” my eyes find his quickly. 

“Benji.” I look up to him seeing him in a new light. 

“Y/n.” the smile that spreads across his face is contagious. 

“Go take a shower, Y/n. I’ll wait right here for you.” he lays back on my bed as I lock myself into my bathroom. 

The hot water and steam melt away everything that came with today. Three months of my mom’s medical bills were paid and I want to feel relief but I don’t know how I’ll face her doctor. Benji. My mind drifts to him and I smile as I scrub myself. His tongue was perfect last night and I can’t help my mind drifting to what else he can do. I wrap myself in a towel and push the door open as steam pours out. 

“How was your shower?” he props himself up on my bed. 

“It was good.” I hum walking over to the bed. “I thought about you.” he chuckles. 

“And what did you think about?” his tongue darts across his lower lip. 

“I need a distraction from today.” my words soft as I drop my towel. 

“Are you sure?” he searches my eyes before even looking over my body. 

“Please Benji.” I nod my head and he has me under him on my bed in seconds. 

I sigh as he attaches his lips to mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth and caresses against mine. I whine into his mouth as he grinds against me and the feel of his pants has me squirming. He chuckles kissing down my neck and licking across my chest slowly making his way down. 

“I need a taste of my cherry pie.” a moan falls from my lips as his tongue licks up my center. 

His rough hands hold my hips down as he swirls around my wetness. My body trembles as his tongue focuses on my bud. One of my hands tangles in his hair while the other one teases and caresses across my chest. My hips jerk against his face as he dips down and pushes his tongue into me. 

“Fuck Benji,” he groans against me and the vibration pulls a string of moans from me. “Right there, yes,” I roll my hips against his nose and release against his face with his name on my tongue. 

“You’re so fucking hot.” he groans as he stands to start pulling off his shirt. 

“So are you, why do you think I keep you around?” my voice still breathy. 

“And here I was thinking you liked me, baby.” he chuckles sliding his pants down and I groan looking at his length. 

“When did I say I liked you?” I smirk as he crawls over me. He lines himself up with my core and pushes in slowly. My toes curl with every inch as small gasps leave my mouth. 

“How’s it feel?” he rocks his hips into me. 

“Like I need you to move.” I whine as I push my hips against his. He chuckles and starts to slowly move his hips as I squirm beneath him. He snaps back into me as he captures my lips before beginning to rut into me. I moan into his mouth as my pleasure begins to coil. He kisses down my jaw to bite across my neck as his name falls from my mouth. 

“You’re doing so good for me.” he coos never losing his rhythm. The coil that was building snaps at his words and he curses into my neck as I pulse around him. 

“Benji,” I whine breathlessly as he continues to push into me. Broken whimpers leave my mouth as I feel pleasure starting to build again. My nails dig into his shoulders when his fingers find my sensitive bud. 

“You gunna come for me again?” he purrs as my eyes start to roll back. I nod my head as I pant beneath him. His thrusts become erratic and a string of curses leave his mouth as my walls contract around him. He pushes into roughly before I feel his warmth spread throughout. He rests his forehead on mine as we try to catch our breath. I sigh as he pulls out and collapses next to me pulling me closer. 

“Just stay.” I mumble as I feel my eyes droop. 

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“Fuck what time is it?” I jump up from the bed untangling from Benji who groans wiping his eyes. I check my phone seeing that I have about twenty minutes until I need to go visit my mother and get her bills paid. Which I don’t even want to think about at this particular moment. “Fucking taxis,” I mutter pulling up the phone number. 

“I’ll give you a ride to the hospital.” I turn to see Benji sliding on his pants. “Get dressed and we’ll head out. Don’t worry, I’ll wait in the car.” he chuckles kissing my forehead before slipping into the bathroom. 

I pull clothes on and we’re out the front door in five minutes. I’m walking through the main hospital doors shortly after. My mom is awake and happy and I do everything I can to avoid the doctor’s gaze. He stands a little too close to me but I try not to make a big deal. 

“Well, I’m going to head out..” I hug my mom and kiss her cheek. The doctor follows me out of her room and a shiver goes through my body. 

“Let’s go to finance, I have a break.” he says lowly before walking to the nurses station. I wait for him at the elevator and as we share the small space I beg for the elevator to move any faster. I watch as the secretary types into her computer and hands me a receipt paying for the next three months. I nod at the doctor and flee the hospital. I make it to Benjis and he offers me a smile. 

“How was she today?” he turns to me. 

“She was okay.” I nod my head fidgeting my fingers. 

“Do you want me to drive you to the diner?” he grabs my hands to settle my nerves. 

“I don’t- I’m calling in.” I shake my head not in the mood for the diner today. 

“Home?” he asks. “I can finish your car.” he smiles. 

“Yeah that’s good.” I nod my head and we make our way back to my house. 

I trudge into the front door with him close behind me. I grab us a drink before we make our way back to the garage. I sit on the ground lost in thought about the past 24 hours. I can’t even appreciate this man in front of me and my brows furrow. 

“What’s wrong?” he looks at me from under my hood. 

“I should start getting ready for the club soon.” I sigh looking up to him. 

“Go get ready and I’ll finish up down here.” he nods to the stairs and I slip into the house. I take another boiling shower and start to detangle my hair. I grab a crowd favorite outfit and slip it on before putting sweats on over it. Benji knocks on my bedroom door and leans against the frame with a smile.

“It’s all fixed, baby.” he jingles my keys. 

“Really?” my face lights up and I grab my keys from him and bound down the stairs. I jump into my car and it starts right away. “You’re a lifesaver.” I beam up at him. 

“Of course. Anything you need.” he hums. “I guess I don’t get to drive you home anymore.” he pouts. 

“You can still come over in the middle of the night.” I nibble on my lower lip. 

“Text me when you want me.” he offers me a quick kiss. “I’m going to head out and check on the shop. Maybe I’ll see you later.” his smile causes my heart to skip a beat and I nod my head. 

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I decide to leave early for the club and see if anyone wants to go home early. I feel so stupid for calling into the diner. Just because I’m a couple months ahead doesn’t mean I can slack now. I shake my head confused as I see Benjis car. I park and start walking up when the front doors burst open. I gasp as I see my boss thrown to the ground.

“I didn’t make her do anything.” my boss has his hands raised as my breath catches. 

“You knew she was uncomfortable and always told you no.” Benji grabs my bosses shirt. “Do you want me to hit you again?” 

“No.” my boss wails as I look on with wide eyes. 

“No means yes to you I heard.” he chuckles before landing blow after blow on his face. I stumble towards them in shock. 

“Benji,” my voice breaks. “Benji, please.” he stops and looks up to me as his eyes soften. 

“You’re fucking crazy and you’re crazy if you think you’ll still be working here.” my boss turns to me. “You both better be gone before I call the cops.” he rises and staggers back into the club. I look to Benji with tears streaming down my face. 

“Why?” my voice breaks. “Why did you do this? You know I need this job.” I move back as he steps towards me. “My mother’s life is on the line.” 

“Baby,-“

“No.” I shake my head. “No, I don’t want to see you again. I told you not to do this. You just fucked me over Benji.” I walk backwards to my car keeping my eyes on him. 

“Y/n, please,” he looks at me with pleading eyes. 

“I can’t do this.” I shake my head and grab my handle. I get into the car and peel out of the lot with no destination in mind. 

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Don’t Care Less

therapist!Remus Lupin x gn!reader

Word count: 1k

CW: really not much; angst ig since reader is crying and upset but mainly just hurt/comfort

Summary: Your therapist, Remus, cares about you more than he should.

A/n: Hey all! Here’s a cutie little Remus fic for you. Idk what inspired me to write this but I can always use a little Remus comfort in my life :) I hope you can too!

No decent person liked to see others in distress, Remus Lupin included. But he could handle it. That’s why he was a therapist. Because he had thick enough skin to handle seeing people in pain, he decided to use it to actually help others. This had been true all of his life- until now. And you were the cause.

You- one of his newest clients and maybe also his prettiest. Scratch that, you were not only his prettiest client, but also the prettiest person he’d ever seen. With your big, soft eyes, enticing lips, and crooked smile, you had consumed all of Remus’ thoughts. His little crush on you, however, had made it very hard for him to do his job. Especially when you were crying.

Remus didn’t just dislike seeing you in distress, he hated it. It took everything in his power to not just swoop you up into his arms, brush your tears away, and kiss you silly until you’d forgotten all your problems. Alas, you were his client and he valued both his job and your trust. So as you sat across from him, tears streaming down your face and head in your hands, he was using all his restraint.

You’d been sobbing for about five minutes straight now, and it hadn’t lessened up.

Remus shifted forward in his seat and handed you the tissue box as a sort of peace offering. You weakly took one and blew your nose, trying to quiet your sobs.

“I’m, s-sorry,” you hiccuped, “once I started crying I just couldn’t stop.”

The brunette smiled warmly at you, “what have I said about apologizing? This is a sorry free zone.”

You gave him a faint, teary smile, and he was pretty sure his heart broke on the spot.

“Sor-“ You caught yourself before apologizing and had the decency to look sheepish.

Remus stood and went to get you a cup of water from the water jug in the corner. You accepted it with shaking hands and greedily gulped it down.

When you finished, you crumpled the cup and looked at him across the table, “I guess I didn’t realize how much I had pent up inside me. When something shitty happens, I guess I just push it down and move on. Because if I let every problem get to me, I’d fall apart. I’d never be able to put myself back together.”

“It’s your coping mechanism,” he said, understanding in his eyes, “which I’m glad you have, but it also can’t be your go to all the time. Holding it in isn’t healthy.”

Your bottom lip quivered a little, “I know. God, I know. It’s just a hard habit to break. When I’ve been doing it all my life, I don’t know any other way.”

Remus let out the smallest of laughs, “trust me, I know what you mean. Even to this day, I’m a chronic represser. It certainly feels easier to just ignore the problem. But it never really solves anything. And then it comes back ten times worse the next time.”

“Well, how do I stop it? How did you stop?”

Remus took a small sip of his tea and then looked at you honestly, “I haven’t fully stopped doing it, but I’ve gotten better. I’ve found people in my life who can hold me accountable. Who call me out when they see me trying to bottle up my feelings. I’ve found someone I can trust to talk to. Can you think of someone?”

You seem deep in thought over his question and the little furrow that formed in your brows made him swoon.

“Well, I, uh,” you paused nervously and Remus nodded at you to continue, “you. I guess. You’re the only person in my life that I feel like I can truly trust.”

“Though I guess I pay for your trust so I’m not sure that counts all that much,” you added with a slightly bitter scoff.

Remus’ heart both warmed at your confession that you trusted him the most, and also ached. You were right, of course. You did just pay him to be here. But how could he tell you that he actually cared so much more? That he cared about you after hours, out of the office, at all times of the day.

“Of course it counts,” he choked out, “sure, you pay me to be here, but I also want to. I’m a therapist because I care about people and about helping them. I care about helping you.”

And then, ever so quietly, he said, “maybe even a little more than I should.”

Your eyes shot up to meet his gaze and you were shocked by its sincerity. You think you might’ve shuddered a little and so you gripped your arms, pretending it was just cold, though you’d never felt warmer.

He stood and slowly moved around the table towards you, “I know it’s unprofessional, but I care about every little thing about you. When you smile I feel happier. When you cry I want to hurt whoever hurt you. Every time you tell me a little tidbit of information about your life, I soak it up, committing it to memory like my life depends on it. And I’ve tried to care less. I really have. But I can’t help it.”

“Please don’t,” you responded quietly. So quietly, he almost missed it.

“Don’t what?” He asked with bated breath.

“Care less.”

Remus was sure his heart stopped.

“Please,” you nearly pleaded, and then Remus was at your side. He drew your hands into his.

“I don’t think I ever can.”

You looked at him with these hopeful, begging eyes and he couldn’t resist you anymore. He pulled you close to him and placed the tenderest of kisses to your forehead. You nearly melted under his touch.

“What about your job?” You murmured into his chest.

He pulled away a little and looked into your eyes seriously, “we’ll find you someone else to see. And they won’t be better than me, but that’ll be okay, cause I’ll still be there. I’ll just be more than the ‘professional help’- as someone who doesn’t just care about you, but cares for you.”

“I, I’d like that very much, Remus.”

And his name sounded so good rolling off your lips for the first time, he had to restrain himself, yet again, from kissing you silly.